The Reaper of STRQ

What defines a man is not in shadows of his past, but in how he seizes the future. {{Independent Qrow Branwen RP Blog. 4 Years RP Experience. Open to all.}}

[bloodofbranwen]

Haven’t been on this blog for literal years. I’m stunned it has any followers left...

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Ao3: [Link]

Destiny Words: 1,581 Genre: Drama/Adventure Rated: T Character: Human, Cmdr. Zavala, Cayde-6, Ikora Rey Summary: ‘Just know your dad did what he had to do if I ever wanted to see you and your mother again. You probably won’t recognise me, since I’ll be, well, a robot and all, but I’ll find you, I promise.’ Ace stared down at the old letter in his hands, re-reading the lines over and over. “Yeah…” He scoffs. “Not if I find you first, old man.” - [[HIATUS LIFTED]]

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Ao3: [link]

Words: 4,889 Genre: Drama/Adventure Rated: T Character: Human, Cmdr. Zavala, Cayde-6, Ikora Rey Summary: 'Just know your dad did what he had to do if I ever wanted to see you and your mother again. You probably won't recognise me, since I'll be, well, a robot and all, but I'll find you, I promise.' Ace stared down at the old letter in his hands, re-reading the lines over and over. "Yeah..." He scoffs. "Not if I find you first, old man." - [[Destiny Story Rewrite.]]

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AO3 [link]

Words: 3,289 Genre: Drama/Adventure Rated: T Character: Human, Cmdr. Zavala, Cayde-6, Ikora Rey Summary: 'Just know your dad did what he had to do if I ever wanted to see you and your mother again. You probably won't recognise me, since I'll be, well, a robot and all, but I'll find you, I promise.' Ace stared down at the old letter in his hands, re-reading the lines over and over. "Yeah..." He scoffs. "Not if I find you first, old man." - [[Destiny Story Rewrite.]]

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Ao3 [link]

Words: 2,617 Genre: Drama/Adventure Rated: T Character: Human, Cmdr. Zavala, Cayde-6, Ikora Rey Summary: 'Just know your dad did what he had to do if I ever wanted to see you and your mother again. You probably won't recognise me, since I'll be, well, a robot and all, but I'll find you, I promise.' Ace stared down at the old letter in his hands, re-reading the lines over and over. "Yeah..." He scoffs. "Not if I find you first, old man." - [[Destiny Story Rewrite.]]

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Current Mood

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Me

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H NNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG friend you are great and never forget that <3 ooc

:3

[bloodofbranwen]

Quite Me (baby Qrow or adult Qrow, you decide lol)

(Teen Qrow. I figure 19-20)

“How can we possibly defeat an immortal demon witch?!” Qrow all but spat, all the fear and panic from the complete reversal of all he knew as ‘truth’ had gotten the better of him, and in his heightened state, he’d completely forgotten who he was talking to.

Realising his error, Qrow quietly shrank back into himself, ready for any harsh reprisal that may have come. His mother, for all her love, was a ruthless woman after all. But none came.

Eryr closed the gap between them, and lifted his gaze to hers with a gentle hand under his chin. “Because the only other option is to lay down and die. And you and I both have far too many reasons to not let that happen; You children, and that lady love of yours.”

Qrow tried to look away, refusing to let his mother see his tears but her leather-clad hand cupped his cheek and guided his eyes back to hers. 

“You’re afraid.” He nodded. “Good. You’re allowed to be. But its what you do with that fear that matters. You can be weak and let fear rule your actions; or you can find the strength tin yourself - and from those around you - to turn around and rule it.”

“… the weak die and the strong survive.” Qrow repeated his mother’s words by wrote, only now beginning to grasp his mother's meaning behind them. Then it dawned on him, a realisation that it was not simply the ‘weak’ or the ‘strong’, it was the ‘weak individual’ will die and the ‘strong group’ will survive. “... safety in numbers. People deal with the threat of fear by rallying together, fighting against it as one.”

“Just so.” Eryr smirked, a lint of pride in her tone.

[bloodofbranwen]

Omg you just destroyed me, but guess i was askin' for it. Dang.

You’re welcome. :3

[bogleech]

It’s funny how science fiction universes so often treat humans as a boring, default everyman species or even the weakest and dumbest.

I want to see a sci fi universe where we’re actually considered one of the more hideous and terrifying species.

How do we know our saliva and skin oils wouldn’t be ultra-corrosive to most other sapient races? What if we actually have the strongest vocal chords and can paralyze or kill the inhabitants of other worlds just by screaming at them? What if most sentient life in the universe turns out to be vegetable-like and lives in fear of us rare “animal” races who can move so quickly and chew shit up with our teeth?

Like that old story “they’re made of meat,” only we’re scarier.

[drethelin]

HOLY SHIT THEY EAT CAPSAICIN FOR FUN

YOU GUYS I HEARD A HUMAN ONCE ATE AN AIRPLANE.

A HUMAN CAN KEEP FIGHTING FOR HOURS EVEN AFTER YOU SHOOT IT

humans are a proud warrior race with a pantheon of bloody gods: Ram-Bo, Schwarzenegger, etc.

REMOVING A LIMB WILL NOT FATALLY INCAPACITATE HUMANS: ALWAYS DESTROY THE HEAD.

WARNING: HUMANS CAN DETECT YOU EVEN AT NIGHT BY TRACKING VIBRATIONS THROUGH THE ATMOSPHERE

WARNING: HUMANS CAN REPRODUCE AT A RATE OF 1 PER SPACEYEAR. DESTROY INFESTATIONS IMMEDIATELY

THE HUMAN MOUTH HAS OVER THIRTY OUTCROPS OF BONE AND POWERFUL JAW MUSCLES.

HUMAN BITES CAN BE FATALLY INFECTIOUS EVEN TO OTHER HUMANS

WARNING: HUMANS CAN AND WILL USE IMPROVISED WEAPONS. SEE CLASSIFIED DATA LABELED J. CHAN.

HUMANS CAN PROJECT BIOWEAPONS FROM ALMOST EVERY ORIFICE ON THEIR BODY. DO NOT INHALE

OH GOD THE HUMANS FIGURED OUT DOOR HANDLES OH GOD OH GOD

[prokopetz]

More seriously, humans do have a number of advantages even among Terrestrial life. Our endurance, shock resistance, and ability to recover from injury is absurdly high compared to almost any other animal. We often use the phrase “healthy as a horse” to connote heartiness - but compared to a human, a horse is as fragile as spun glass. There’s mounting evidence that our primitive ancestors would hunt large prey simply by following it at a walking pace, without sleep or rest, until it died of exhaustion; it’s called pursuit predation. Basically, we’re the Terminator.

(The only other animal that can sort of keep up with us? Dogs. That’s why we use them for hunting. And even then, it’s only “sort of”.)

Now extrapolate that to a galaxy in which most sapient life did not evolve from hyper-specialised pursuit predators:

Our strength and speed is nothing to write home about, but we don’t need to overpower or outrun you. We just need to outlast you - and by any other species’ standards, we just plain don’t get tired.

Where a simple broken leg will cause most species to go into shock and die, we can recover from virtually any injury that’s not immediately fatal. Even traumatic dismemberment isn’t necessarily a career-ending injury for a human.

We heal from injuries with extreme rapidity, recovering in weeks from wounds that would take others months or years to heal. The results aren’t pretty - humans have hyperactive scar tissue, among our other survival-oriented traits - but they’re highly functional.

Speaking of scarring, look at our medical science. We developed surgery centuries before developing even the most rudimentary anesthetics or life support. In extermis, humans have been known to perform surgery on themselves - and survive. Thanks to our extreme heartiness, we regard as routine medical procedures what most other species would regard as inventive forms of murder. We even perform radical surgery on ourselves for purely cosmetic reasons.

In essence, we’d be Space Orcs.

[astrakiseki]

I do hope you realize I’m going to be picking up this stuff and running with it right? 

[friendlyfrankenstein]

Our jaws have too many TEETH in them, so we developed a way to WELD METAL TO OUR TEETH and FORCE THE BONES IN OUR JAW to restructure over the course of years to fit them back into shape, and then we continue to wear metal in out mouths to keep them in place. 

We formed cohabitative relationships with tiny mammals and insects we keep at bay from bothering us by death, often using little analouge traps. 

And by god, we will eat anything. 

[siderealsandman]

We use borderline toxic peppers to season our food. 

We expose ourselves to potentially lethal solar radiation in the pursuit of darkening our skin. 

We risk hearing loss for the opportunity to see our favorite musicians live. 

We have a game where two people get into an enclosed area and hit each other until time runs out/one of them pass out

We willingly jump out of planes with only a flimsy piece of cloth to prevent us from splattering against the ground. 

Our response to natural disasters is to just rebuild our buildings in the exact same places. 

We climb mountains and risk freezing to death for bragging rights

We invented dogs. We took our one time predators and completely domesticated them. 

On a planet full of lions, tigers and bears, we managed to advance further and faster than any other species on the planet. 

Klingons and Krogan and Orcs ain’t got shit on us

[moniquill]

We drink ethanol (in concentrations high enough to be used as an effective as microbicide or a solvent!) for the express purpose of achieving blood toxicity and disrupting normal brain function… AS A RECREATIONAL ACTIVITY!

On the same subject, we also deliberately incinerate assorted substances and then inhale the particulate-heavy smoke and vapor resulting for the same effect. EVEN IN THE FACE OF SAID SUBSTANCES BEING CARCINOGENIC, BECAUSE WE JUST DON’T GIVE A FUCK.

[therobotmonster]

Humans do not have biological castes. Kill their commander and another will take its place. Soldiers left alone on a planet will start farming and manufacturing to survive. Farmers and manufacturers will take up arms and kill you if pressed. Just because two humans look different doesn’t mean they cannot do each other’s jobs.

Breeding does not kill them. A single human can mate dozens or hundreds of times in a lifetime. They often do so as recreation. Xenobiology team six believes they do not have a mating season but this is too strange to be true.

Their appendages are not designed for hitting, so they developed special training to make them very good at hitting anyhow. 

The proteins making up their bodies are toxic and cause prion disease. Do not touch anything humans have touched. Do not consume earth foods. Fire does not adequately remove this contamination.

Humans perceive sixteen times the colors we do. Do not hide in bushes or vines from humans. They can distinguish your pelt from the foliage with ease.

We tried venting waste gas into the tunnels to kill the humans when they attacked. Turns out they breathe it. 

Everything on their planet came from a single biological strain. They developed comprehensive genetics BEFORE they developed space travel. 

They lack radio receptors and cannot be brought into compliance with right-thought simply by broadcasting to them. Even after we learned how to translate it into sound-waves one of their hatchlings drove the Great Authority mad by responding to every demand with a single question: “Why?” 

[yorickalas]

Humans are not born with dedicated skills and knowledge but are designed for open ended learning and assimilation. They can even assume the characteristics of other species, when the young is raised by non-humans.

[hellenhighwater]

In the category of Humans are Space Orcs:

One of the ways humans get stronger is through pain. Like, literally, when we develop stronger muscles it’s through tiny tears in the muscle that grow back stronger. Martial artists develop strong bones for hitting stuff by deliberately hitting things hard enough to cause microfractures which heal stronger. 

Same with our skin; the whole process of calluses is just damaged skin protecting healthy skin, but you can also develop heat calluses–I grabbed a 350 F pan out of the oven bare-handed this afternoon, and have picked up hot coals out of a fire without injury because I’ve spend years developing a heat callus on my fingertips. Which is done by handling hot stuff and getting just slightly burned over and over and over again. 

We develop cold tolerance the same way; humans from extreme northern climates can comfortably be fairly exposed in relatively cold environments for far far longer than warm-climate humans, but to develop that tolerance you have to be in a cold place for a long time. 

How horrifying would that be to aliens who don’t develop like that? Look, this human can punch through a cinderblock. This human can pick up massively heavy things. These are unusual traits in humans. Human-steve can handle steaming-hot engine components but Human-ron cannot. Why? Because Human-steve has hurt himself over and over and over again on purpose. 

The aliens are baffled. Why would Human-steve do such a thing??? oven mitts exist.

[bloodofbranwen]

Drink me or get me for the drabble meme.

“I have to say, Firecracker, you’re bold as hell. Challenging me of all people to a round of shots.” Qrow teased, lightly nudging Yang’s shoulder. How could she be eighteen already? It felt like just yesterday she was born. Granted, he was a little surprised that fo all things, she wanted to go barhopping for her birthday. 

He wouldn’t deny her. However, in this rare instance of being a responsible adult he decided to tag along - distantly at first, but that lasted the all of two minutes before Yang spotted and dragged him to into the revelry. 

“I’ll take you down old man.” Yang declared, signalling the bartender to pour them a round of shots. 

Qrow shot her a half-hearted glare, nudging Yang a little harder this time. “Hey, don’t ever call me old. This ‘old man’ can still kick ass with the best of ‘em.”

“How about you start puttin’ your lien where your mouth is, my money says you wouldn’t last one round, old-timer!”

“Only cause someone has to drive you home, kiddo.” Qrow laughed, they clanked their glasses together and threw back the shot. Qrow enjoyed the familiar burn of Mistrilese firewater. However, Yang turned a spectacular shade of green.

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[Haunt Me] with Qrow and Summer :0c

“Be a good girl for Uncle and your cousin, sweetheart.” Summer said gently.

“Go on, Petal. Mum and dad’ll be home soon.” Qrow gave the toddler an encouraging pat on the back to push her along. Ruby lingered for a moment, grinning up at her father before waddling to her uncle.

“O’kay! Buh-bye mama ‘nd dada! C’me ‘om so!” 

Qrow smiled and returned his daughter’s enthusiastic wave with a small one of his own, she wasn’t quite three yet, and her language skills were… decidedly not the best but he still couldn’t help a faint smile of pride at the effort.

“Our beautiful daughter,” Summer sighed like the season’s breeze. But Qrow sensed a foreboding he couldn’t quite place. “If she found out the truth She’d never forgive you…” 

“–MURDERER!”

Her skin paled into white marble, bright red cracks scored at her temples. Her white scalera turned blacker than the void, ichor tears spilling down her cheeks and all light drained from their surroundings. The twisted Summer thing lunged at him, bone-white fingers curled like talons going for his throat –

Qrow shot up from his bed with a scream, chest heaving with each gasping breath and drenched in sweat. He ran a trembling hand through his slick hair and reached for his flask in the other for a drink, hoping its hollow comforts could push keep the tears at bay.

Even More Drabbles

Leave a “Amuse Me” in my ask, and I will write a funny drabble about my character trying to cheer your up.

Leave a “Break Me” in my ask, and I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Call Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character asking for yours [be it at the brink of death/in a battlefield/knocking on the front door wounded, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Drink Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.

Leave a “Enamor Me” in my ask, and I will write a fluffy drabble about my character trying to woo yours [be it out of the blue/Valentines Day,feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Fight Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble out my character fighting with/or against yours.

Leave a “Get Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character saving yours.

Leave a “Haunt Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours[as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Invite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character asking your character to

Leave a “Join Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer [be it a proposal for an alliance, asking them to join them in an activity (you can get dirty if you want), feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Kill Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.

Leave a “Love Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a fluffy drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Mourn Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character mourning your character’s death.

Leave a “Nurse Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.

Leave a “Offer Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving yours a gift.

Leave a “Paint Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character drawing a picture of yours [like one of your french girls~ be it painting them or drawing them, maybe offering a picture of them as a gift, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Quite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to calm yours down [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Remember Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to get yours to remember them [be it from an accident, meeting them after years apart, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Shag Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a dirty drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Tell Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character confessing something to yours [be it a love confession, a secret, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Unbind Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about your character freeing mine, or the other way around, or something among the lines [be it freeing them from jail, from handcuffs, from a trap, from a curse, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Value Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character telling yours how they feel about them.

Leave a “Wed Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about our character under the subject of wedlock [be it my character proposing to yours, or marrying yours, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “X Me” in my ask, and I will write whatever it is that you wish, [specify.]

Leave an “Yahoo Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about our characters celebrating something [feel free to specify.]

Leave an “Zip Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about your character dressing mine, or the other way around [this can also be used for shutting them up as well, but feel free to specify.]

[la-immortale-blog]

Please please send me some.

[rp-memes-atyourservice]

Send ‘*touches wings*’ for your muse to, you guessed it, touch my muse’s wings!

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‘ i told you. we’re a family. ’ - Eryr

“I mean, my own twin was willing to let me die, so I don’t even know what that means anymore.”

[bloodofbranwen]

So this was one of the two betrayals. Eryr’s leather clad fingers curled into tight fists. “It seems that double-decker shit sandwich daughter of mine needs a stern talking to.”

Few people survived a time when Eryr decided they needed a ‘talking to’. Depending on how charitable she was feeling, her delinquent daughter may join those ranks. Then again, Eryr was no one talk since her own…. departure from the tribe involved a healthy side-order of fratricide. 

Regardless, she cast the anger aside and opened her hands to her son in a gesture of comradeship. “For all our differing opinions, you are my son. You will always take precedence above everything else and I will do everything in my power to keep you safe. Does that not count for family?”

[bloodofbranwen]

@scareqrowbranwen

"Mom we didn't even trade death threats I think we're okay"

“I threaten to kill (and actually kill) my siblings all the time, I don’t give a right royal damn about that. My issue is your pathetic attempts to insult each other. Surely I taught you to try better than that trite!”