"Because Glynda said 'caw caw motherfucker' was not an appropriate blog title" Qrow Branwen - Indie RWBY RP Blog OC Friendly - AU Friendly - Semi Selective Will do adult ships. Will NOT ship with students. {M!A: None (Currently Accepting)}
@a-dusty-old-qrow
How long had it been since she left? Had it really been almost a year? She could not believe it. She sighed as her feet started the ache. She needed to stay an in tonight. Camping was not something she was in the mood to do. She was so thankful for the village to come into view.
Lia sighed as the smell of booze, something baking in the kitchen, and the smell of gentleman behind her made her wish she wasn’t here. She’d gotten the news went she off looking for Qrow. She needed to find him. She was so worried… he needed her and she knew it. He had stood by her and now time for to stand by him. She just hoped she would find him soon. People had talked to about him in this area.
She found him sitting at a table and her heart sank… he looked so different now.
“Qrow?” Her voice showing some of her concern her dull silver eyes giving it fully away.
Hunched over a table in the back corner of a a small town Inn was generally how he spent his evenings now. The frosted lowball glass cold in his loose grip. What was this, four… or maybe five? He’d lost count and didn’t particularly care as long as they kept coming.
Thankfully Ozpin had pointed him in the way of this job. It’s been easy enough. Slay some Grimm, protect a town. Basic as far as jobs came. At least it’d been a chance to escape. Escape Vale, escape Patch. Escape his normal life, the glares, the questions. Escape the fact that it’d all become so much colder and grayer since…
Summer.
He raised his glass and drained it before slamming it down on the table. The burn as it slid down his throat wasn’t exactly pleasant but it was something. It took him a little closer to the numb he was looking for.
“Qrow?”
He turned toward the sound of his name, finding it’s source in the gray figure standing before him.
“Can I sit?” She asked. She had been warned but this. This was not her Qrow. Not at all. What happened to him? She was a flurry of emotions. How could Oz let him do this? He was going to slowly kill himself. “Are you okay?” Was all she could really muster. She was trying not to make a scene, she was aware of people rather slyly watching this scene play out.
“When was the last time you slept.” She asked him. “How….” She stopped she wasn’t sure if she wanted to know the answer. “When was the last time you bathed.” She pointed out. “I smell better than you do.” She pointed out.
“Don’t lie to me.” She scold while taking a seat. “You know I’m not suppose to drink.” She sighed. “I could… relapse.” She sighed. “Maybe it’s time you called it a night.”
@a-dusty-old-qrow
How long had it been since she left? Had it really been almost a year? She could not believe it. She sighed as her feet started the ache. She needed to stay an in tonight. Camping was not something she was in the mood to do. She was so thankful for the village to come into view.
Lia sighed as the smell of booze, something baking in the kitchen, and the smell of gentleman behind her made her wish she wasn’t here. She’d gotten the news went she off looking for Qrow. She needed to find him. She was so worried… he needed her and she knew it. He had stood by her and now time for to stand by him. She just hoped she would find him soon. People had talked to about him in this area.
She found him sitting at a table and her heart sank… he looked so different now.
“Qrow?” Her voice showing some of her concern her dull silver eyes giving it fully away.
Hunched over a table in the back corner of a a small town Inn was generally how he spent his evenings now. The frosted lowball glass cold in his loose grip. What was this, four… or maybe five? He’d lost count and didn’t particularly care as long as they kept coming.
Thankfully Ozpin had pointed him in the way of this job. It’s been easy enough. Slay some Grimm, protect a town. Basic as far as jobs came. At least it’d been a chance to escape. Escape Vale, escape Patch. Escape his normal life, the glares, the questions. Escape the fact that it’d all become so much colder and grayer since…
Summer.
He raised his glass and drained it before slamming it down on the table. The burn as it slid down his throat wasn’t exactly pleasant but it was something. It took him a little closer to the numb he was looking for.
“Qrow?”
He turned toward the sound of his name, finding it’s source in the gray figure standing before him.
“Can I sit?” She asked. She had been warned but this. This was not her Qrow. Not at all. What happened to him? She was a flurry of emotions. How could Oz let him do this? He was going to slowly kill himself. “Are you okay?” Was all she could really muster. She was trying not to make a scene, she was aware of people rather slyly watching this scene play out.
“We told him it was just a kilt. He’d never worn a uniform before so he didn’t know.”
“Hahaha. That is terrible…”
“Hey! The girls all said he had nice legs. I did that jerk a favor.”
@a-dusty-old-qrow
How long had it been since she left? Had it really been almost a year? She could not believe it. She sighed as her feet started the ache. She needed to stay an in tonight. Camping was not something she was in the mood to do. She was so thankful for the village to come into view.
Lia sighed as the smell of booze, something baking in the kitchen, and the smell of gentleman behind her made her wish she wasn’t here. She’d gotten the news went she off looking for Qrow. She needed to find him. She was so worried… he needed her and she knew it. He had stood by her and now time for to stand by him. She just hoped she would find him soon. People had talked to about him in this area.
She found him sitting at a table and her heart sank… he looked so different now.
“Qrow?” Her voice showing some of her concern her dull silver eyes giving it fully away.
Hunched over a table in the back corner of a a small town Inn was generally how he spent his evenings now. The frosted lowball glass cold in his loose grip. What was this, four... or maybe five? He'd lost count and didn't particularly care as long as they kept coming.
Thankfully Ozpin had pointed him in the way of this job. It's been easy enough. Slay some Grimm, protect a town. Basic as far as jobs came. At least it'd been a chance to escape. Escape Vale, escape Patch. Escape his normal life, the glares, the questions. Escape the fact that it'd all become so much colder and grayer since...
Summer.
He raised his glass and drained it before slamming it down on the table. The burn as it slid down his throat wasn't exactly pleasant but it was something. It took him a little closer to the numb he was looking for.
"Qrow?"
He turned toward the sound of his name, finding it's source in the gray figure standing before him.
A headcanon. Okay, now that I did my big angst dumb about the fall out of Team STRQ here's a cute headcanon instead. When Qrow first came to Beacon, his personal outfit was much more akin to the styles of Mistral, much like what Raven wears. It was ragged and a bit old bit it suited him fine. He generally knew little about inner kingdom fashion or was standard dress was like in Vale, hence Tai tricking him into wearing the girls' uniform. It wasn't until about halfway through their second year, on a team bonding trip to Vale's shopping district that he would spot what would become his signature look through a store front window. Summer, seeing his interest, of course dragged him inside to try it on. She and Tai had been begging him to update his look for months. He tries it on and Summer and Tai greatly approve (think the treat yo self reactions to the Batman suit) meanwhile Raven just rolls her eyes Of course, Qrow doesn't have the lien to pay for such a garment but Summer and Tai both insist on getting it for him. He leaves the shop with his new jacket and a pair of trousers and Tai chuckles about how they'll need to find him some new shoes. Qrow doesn't understand why. He's wearing sandals.
Send “✆” for a MORNING text.
Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.
Send “☎” for a RUSHED text.
Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.
Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text.
Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.
Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text.
Send “#” for a RANDOM text.
Send “@” for a SCARED text.
Send “&” for a LOVING text.
Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.
Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text.
Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.
Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.
(( episode 4 spoilers under cut. the episode’s new enough I want to be courteous ))
The Branwen Twins, Qrow and Raven, born outside of the kingdom of Mistral. Orphaned at the tender age of eight and adopted by a tribe of bandits for their spunk and fighting spirit. Life among bandits and cutthroats was about as rough and tumble as one might imagine. Raven, the elder twin seemed to thrive in the brutal environment, quickly becoming a favorite to the tribe chief, but the younger twin never really had the stomach for the brutality. Still, his time in the tribe lead him to adopt his scythe based weapon. The danger and difficulty of the weapon earned him respect where his softer heart did not.
The twins would leave home to attend Beacon Academy, the top training ground for Huntsmen and Huntresses. While Raven perhaps viewed it as a chance to hone her skills and learn from the inside information on one of the tribe’s biggest adversaries, Qrow saw his chance to find a way out of the life he’d never grown accustomed to. He found an ally in his headmaster, Ozpin, who fostered him and showed him a path from his former life. Raven was offered the same chance, but did not seem so keen to take it.
Raven and Qrow both found potential romance in their teammates. Raven took to the strength and virility of her teammate Tai while Qrow found himself drawn to the kinder and quieter team leader, Summer. By the end of their time at Beacon, both sets of cross partner relations could be considered couples.
Soon after that team STRQ fell apart. Raven, just as she had always intended, wanted to return to her tribe and she was eager to take her boyfriend with her. Together they were strong, unstoppable, and she knew that at the head of the tribe, together they could dominate. However, Tai was less keen on the idea. When he learned where Raven had come from and the lifestyle she wanted to return to, he was understandable upset. Angered by his weakness, Raven decides to leave on her own and encourages her brother to follow.
Qrow had no intent to return to that life, however, when he faced the other members of his team, Tai lashed out. The fight that ensued left Qrow feeling rejected and unwanted. He would have returned to the tribe out of spite had it not been for Summer, who in the wake of Tai’s angered words, assured Qrow he still had a place among them. Still Qrow needed some time to sort himself out. He assured Summer he’d return and took off after his sister.
A year later, he returned, with a surprise in tow. And surprises awaited him. In his absence, Tai and Summer had drifted together. Tai had grown softer and kinder under Summer’s influence but that still left him not terribly excited to see Qrow. But Qrow had another surprise for him in the form of the infant tucked against his chest. Part of his return mission had been to deliver the unnamed baby girl to her father.
Now, as long as Summer was around, the boys managed to work around the bad blood between them. Especially after Ruby is born to suspected uncertain paternal lineage. But after her death, relations become even more strained between them. Tai takes a long while to recover from his wife’s death, leaving the lion’s share of raising the girls on Qrow. Qrow dips more and more heavily into drinking to remain function. But even as Tai recovers, he tends to favor Yang, in regards to training, and treats Ruby a bit to delicately. She instead latches onto Qrow who trains her in Tai’s stead.
(( Okay. That’s the general jist of it all. Coming up to basically what we know in canon. And I want to stop there, before this text wall gets any longer ))
∞ - for my muse to run their hand up your muse’s thigh
ღ - for my muse to drop to their knees and nuzzle your muse’s groin
❥ - for my muse to kiss yours until they’re both out of breath and trembling
♚ - for my muse to push yours to their knees for oral
♫ - for my muse to dance provocatively for yours
☏ - for my muse to leave yours a questionable voicemail (possibly drunk)
✌ - for my muse to jack off/finger yours
☠ - for my muse to push yours against a wall and kiss them
☢ - for my muse to bring yours to the edge of orgasm, then deny them
Add ‘reverse’ for our muses’ positions to be switched!
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