little bird.

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god of misfortune qrow who hardly ever appears as a human being and more often than not looks like this and haunts those who are doomed to encounter horrific misfortune?

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     she       looks       at      me      and      she      says,      “hey,     brian,      if         you         still         believe         in         the       lord       above,      get    on    your    hands    and    knees    and     p r a y    f o r   u s . ”

     get on your hands and knees and   p   r   a   y       f   o   r       u   s   ! 

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ozpin

“ on that, we can agree. “  coffee mug is set back on the table as ozpin approaches qrow again. he revels in that gentle smile, the way the huntsman turns away almost bashfully. hand carefully rests on qrow’s upper arm.  “ there is never a dull moment with you. “

     qrow looks back at ozpin at the contact, smiling down at the professor’s hand before looking up at him. he laughs a bit to himself at the comment--never a dull moment, he thinks. you’re more right than you think, oz.

     qrow stands then, stepping away from ozpin with a sheepish smile, only highlighted by his cheeks turning red. “yeah, uh... sorry, i’m kinda--” he  g r o a n s  and shakes his head. “i wanted to ask you somethin’ by the way.”

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ozpin

he lets qrow have a moment. the headmaster watches as shock, horror, and finally a smile play across the corvid’s face in waves. it’s rather amusing, he thinks. ozpin takes a sip of his coffee as qrow composes himself as he would normally do when waiting patiently.

“ conozco. yo te he pernando. “  brow furrows upward but the smile remains. it’s gentle. it’s the expression he gives qrow when treating him like glass.  “ i am glad we ended up here. together. “

     qrow knows that look. it’s careful, cautious, creeping along the edge of the huntsman’s boundaries to test the waters. he clears his throat and looks away. “yeah, me too.” he sighs, his smile softening but not yet vanishing. “feel like things would be way too borin’ if i wasn’t around, huh?”

[hunteravis]

ozpin

ozpin laughs lightly at qrow’s reaction. he had been waiting for the right moment to reveal that yes, he has known qrow’s mother tongue this whole time. that yes, he knew every little thing qrow sneered about him in his presence. and he turns it around and speaks words of endearment to him in return.

he lets go of qrow’s hand in case he needs to take a step back and breathe.  “ i have always known spanish, qrow. i simply had no reason to use it. “  a smile that is almost childlike graces his lips.  “ no hasta ahora, eso es. “

     qrow makes a face when ozpin reveals the truth, and he takes his freed hand to run it through his hair. exactly how many of these greys does he have ozpin to blame for? “oh, dios mio...” he groans, a wrought smile on his face as every awful nickname comes crashing back down on top of him.

          “for the record... i’m sorry.” he says, peering up past his hair to offer a crooked smile. “estaba planeando matarte, después de todo. no pensé que terminaríamos aquí.”

[hunteravis]

     she       looks       at      me      and      she      says,      “hey,     brian,      if         you         still         believe         in         the       lord       above,      get    on    your    hands    and    knees    and     p r a y    f o r   u s . ”

     get on your hands and knees and   p   r   a   y       f   o   r       u   s   ! 

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@canefought​ | unprompted

          “te amo tanto, mi vida.” ozpin kisses qrows knuckles, voice soft against his skin.

     qrow’s eyes widen upon hearing ozpin speak, and as he’s kissed, his jaw falls open a bit. he wonders if ozpin taught himself that phrase just to ruffle qrow’s feathers or if he’s been able to speak the language this whole time. he tries not to think about all the awful things he and raven passed between one another in regards to him in their youth if that is the case.

          “when the hell did you learn t’speak spanish?” qrow fianlly asks, a small smile quirking at his lips. “i don’t think i hear anyone speak it that well outside the tribe.” he bites his lip. “hace un poco de  c a l o r . ”

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scars. | @allourdays​

          “i... used to self-harm.”

     qrow looks down at the scars along tai’s hands, letting the weight of his words hang in the air for a moment before he sighs. without a word, qrow starts to pull the bracelets from his wrists, setting them on the porch next to him. the undersides of his arms are littered in scars, criss-crossing along one another and driven in all different directions. he holds out his hands to tai. “it’s okay. i get it.”

[hunteravis]

scars. | @canefought​

          “they’re nothing to be ashamed of.”

     qrow hums, doubtful, as he pulls his bracelet back over his wrist to cover the discolored scars littering his skin. “the scars ain’t yeah.” he agrees, shoving his hands in his pockets to keep from looking at them more. if he keeps looking, he’ll pick or start to claw new ones next to their brethren. “the reason they’re there, maybe a little different.”

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SCARS RP MEME (trigger warning: scars, self-harm mention)

❝ How did you get that scar? ❞

❝ Do you have any scars? ❞

❝ Someone told me about your scars. ❞

❝ Show me your scars. ❞

❝ I need to see them. ❞

❝ Why are you hiding them from me? ❞

❝ They’re nothing to be ashamed of. ❞

❝ They’re beautiful. ❞

❝ They’re a story of where you came from. ❞

❝ I don’t want to talk about them. ❞

❝ They’re ugly. They make me feel ugly. ❞

❝ How can anyone feel beautiful with scars like these? ❞

❝ Oh, this? I got it as a kid. ❞

❝ They’re reminders of where I’ve been. ❞

❝ Why do you want to see them so badly? ❞

❝ I told you not to touch them! ❞

❝ Touch them. ❞

❝ Let me touch them. ❞

❝ It’s a story that says I survived. ❞

❝ It’s from surgery. ❞

❝ I still have the scars to prove it. ❞

❝ I used to self-harm. ❞

❝ How long since you last cut? ❞

[hunteravis]

clover

the brunette chuckles at the words before returning the kiss , a gloved hand moving to rest on branwen’s thin hip . he lowers his gaze to the box of chocolates when the attention is brought to it after the kiss ends . “ heh , that so ? guess i wouldn’t mind sharing then . ” he smirks , eyes flicking back up to meet soft crimson .

     qrow laughs and leans back a bit to open up the box. it smells heavenly, and despite what his brain would usually tell him, he grabs one for himself as well as one for clover, not bothering to check what their flavors might be as he hands one over. “i’d be mad if you didn’t.” he says, popping his into his mouth. he grimaces at the taste of artificial coconut. damn it.

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be my valentine? | @luckcharm​

          “come here and kiss me already.”

     honestly, qrow had forgotten that the next logical step would, in fact, be to kiss clover. he’s still reeling at the red, heart-shaped box in his hands, the tag filled with hand-written affection. he’d never been given a valentine’s gift beyond the little hand-made cards summer would give out to the entire school when the holiday rolled around, and those  c e r t a i n l y  didn’t count the same way this does. he smiles and finally looks up at clover.

          “you’re a damn saint, y’know that?” qrow sighs, draping his arms over clover’s shoulders to pull him in for the kiss he so kindly requested. he holds it, savors it for a moment, and then pulls the box between them with a laugh. “we might have to split these, y’know.” he says. “never had much of a sweet tooth.”

[memeorchard]

will you be my valentine~? <3

‘ you can’t be serious, it’s a load of commercialised crap. ’  ‘ it struck me that i don’t show my feelings for you enough. ’  ‘ you have broken my heart and i will never forgive you. ’  ‘ actually, you are the most important person in my life right now. ’ ‘ i guess what i’m saying is i love you. i’m sorry, but i do. ’  ‘ oh, i wonder who my secret admirer is! ’  ‘ someone just sent flowers to the front desk for me. it wasn’t you, was it? ’ ‘ single again, another year running. at least there’s discount chocolates. ’  ‘ i know it’s kind of cliche to propose on valentines day, but– will you marry me? ’ ‘ is that a rom-com you’re watching, seriously? ’  ‘ why is it that i can’t even manage to be cynical and jaded around you anymore?’  ‘ you still only receive a valentines card from your grandma? man that’s sad. ’  ‘ this is the last time we attempt valentines day sex. something always goes wrong, it’s like we’re cursed or something. ’  ‘ the thing is, suddenly when i picture my future, all i can see is you. ’  ‘ they’re doing two-for-one at that super posh restaurant and i wanna try oysters if you want to come with? ’  ‘ this is so inconvenient. i can’t be falling in love with you right now. ’  ‘ you’re my secret admirer! don’t deny it, no one else spells my name like that. ’  ‘ wait, hang on, were you just attempting to flirt? because it was awful but i’m no better and i think i fell in love with you a little bit honestly. ’  ‘ you’re a fucking bastard and you drive me mad but i love you. shit, i really love you. ’  ‘ i can’t bear this anymore. i can’t keep lying, when it’s always been you. ’  ‘ come here and kiss me already. ’  ‘ i tried so hard to forget you, but thing is i can’t get you off my mind. ’ ‘ i just want to meet my mr. darcy and ride off into the sunset, is that too much to ask? ’  ‘ this is really hard to ask so uh, bear with me, but um– i wanted to know if– maybe, i mean, you don’t have to – would you like to go out for dinner with me? ’  ‘ dumped on valentines day. shiiit, that’s some rotten luck, mate. ’  ‘ you forgot valentines day? oh man you’re sooooo dead. ’ ‘ i think actually that you’re the most beautiful human being i’ve ever met. ’  ‘ i know you’re not the romantic type but i at least thought you’d remember. ’ ‘ you really are my everything. ’  ‘ – woah. i – wow. i mean. look at you! you look – incredible tonight. ’  ‘ wearing red on valentines is a little bit cringe isn’t it? ’  ‘ wow. just wow. cheating on me on valentines day. really nice, jackass. ’  ‘ are you breaking up with me? but i – this night was meant to be our date night! ’  ‘ the truth is, i can’t stand to be around you because i can’t stand to be without you. ’  ‘ you have wedding day jitters on valentines day? yikes buddy that bodes well. ’  ‘ you are incredible & i love you so much. i couldn’t be happier that i’m finally marrying you. ’  ‘ let’s get married. right now. let’s just be totally crazy and run off together. ’  ‘ you have saved me in every way a person can be saved. i can’t thank you enough. ’  ‘ will you do me the honour of dancing with me? ’  ‘ oh wow we’ve reached crying-in-the-bathroom level of pre-valentines despair, huh? um, want a hug? some super cheap chocolate? ’  ‘ you are the love of my life and i will love you until my heart stops beating. ’  ‘ in the spirit of valentines day, how about we try again and get it right this time? ’

[hunteravis]

qrow’s semblance is an interesting one. for one, he’s unable to turn it on and off like most people, and it takes up very little aura because of this. most people refer to semblances like his as “passive.” unlike clover’s semblance, which is based around his personal morals, qrow’s is based in emotion. clover’s good luck is simply good luck for him and/or the people around him, and bad luck for those who oppose him.

qrow is… a bit different.

his semblance affects everyone and everything within a certain radius. qrow has found that if they are visible to him, they’re more strongly affected by it than those who he can’t look at. the more intense his negative emotions, the stronger his semblance becomes, while intense positive emotions make the bad luck not as awful.

if he’s happy or neutral, bad luck won’t extend beyond broken dishes or stained clothing. sadness, depression, annoyance, and the like can lead to short-term injuries, near misses, and tripping over yourself or missing a step. anger is when long-lasting injuries start coming into play, and fury, rage, intense heartbreak (think clover’s death), or anything more extreme than that can get people killed. the event that caused his semblance to form was back in the tribe, when he started throwing a tantrum as a toddler and caused several building to collapse and a few trees to fall, which killed almost ten people.

the little control qrow has over his semblance comes with focus. in a fight, if his attention is pointed at a single person, they’ll suffer both more frequent and more intense bad luck. this does, however, extend to normal interactions. a boyfriend or family member would receive intense focus, but so long as qrow is in a good mood, nothing serious would happen to them.

it is literally impossible to exist around qrow and not be affected by his semblance. even clover would be affected. the only difference there is that clover’s semblance would catch him after he fell, but it wouldn’t stop him from falling to begin with.

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Lost and found

mindless fluff because I needed this