Qrow of Misfortune

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Independent Semi-Selective Qrow Branwen blog, penned by Kuro.

15 Years of Roleplaying Experience. Rules.

Selective, but welcoming of First Contact (Please feel free to reach out, old turtle habits die hard.)

Mostly Canon Faithful (Most Headcanons will be made for Qrow in the canonical timeline. There may be some divergences here and there, but I will mostly stay faithful.)

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almdofremnant​:

She had to think for a moment, “I’d have to look around the apartment but I think we have a copy somewhere,” it was probably hidden in her grandmothers things if her father didn’t burn it.

His second question hurt a bit, she knew it wasn’t meant to hurt her and he didn’t know but her grandmother’s death was still a fresh wound.

“She.. she passed away a year ago…” Alina took a deep breath fighting tears. She knew she had to be strong, couldn’t let that hold her down. Her grandmother would want her to keep moving up.

“Sorry for your loss kiddo, she sounded like a good person.” ‘Probably the only good one in her life.’ considering everyone casually walking by and the fact she could so casually end up in the forest with not a soul looking for her. Her application would help him decide what to do with her, but leaving her in this town was almost certainly not the answer. If anything, it was a miracle she hadn’t just wandered off, never to be seen again by her family. He knew plenty of huntsmen and huntresses who ended up doing just that when it became clear their life wasn’t going anywhere in those nowhere hamlets. Very few of them had happy or even decent endings.

“I’m also going to take a wild guess and say your father won’t approve of me talking about this with you in the restaurant. If you have time, I’m lodging nearby for the next few days.” He didn’t have to stay here of course, but he was at least going to see this through.

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caeloservare​:

He lost this one, didn’t he. Qrow just won’t let him work. Well then.

“Make it 8 PM.” He sighs resigned. Technically his office hours end at 4 but it’s known for years that he almost lives at his desk, doesn’t leave until 6. Usually he stays there much longer, especially after all the mess of last Vytal festival. Wouldn’t be fair to pull anyone else in his too stuffed, nearly inhuman working schedule.

“I already live much longer than predicted. Might as well put it to some use.” He adds, instinctively glancing on the right palm.

One thing he never planned was living. There’s always so many problems to solve, so many duties to carry, there isn’t time left for silly things like personal life. Daydreaming only slows him down and there is whole world at stakes.

“The best laid plans James... No one can plan on living, not even Huntsmen as good as us.” Obviously Qrow didn’t plan on dying when he had his own flock to worry about, but no one knew when their time was up. That was what made life seem so pointless even when every minute could be precious. “By the way, you want your popcorn unbuttered, regular or theater? What kind of non-coffee drink or snacks do you want for after?” It probably wouldn’t be long enough to enjoy those snacks and if truth be told, the theatrics might actually make Ironwood worry more about the proficiency of his students, but Qrow took his movie nights seriously and he’d be damned if Ironwood the Workaholic wasn’t gonna get some popcorn.

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almdofremnant​:

“No, my dad stays at the restaurant most of the time, he’s probably drinking since he has nothing to do.” Alina whispered back. Thats usually why he sent her out for busy work, then he’d get angry at her for not drawing in customers. The longer she was gone the worse he’d be.

So the kid was raised in an abusive home? Good a reason as any to become a Huntress, get the hell out of a bad place. Qrow laid against a nearby wall or pillar to begin a small interrogation session. “All right then Kiddo, I’m still trying to figure you out.. Don’t suppose you kept a copy of whichever application you made two years ago?” It might help Qrow to understand why she wasn’t accepted at the Academies... that is, if she was rejected instead of being forced to stay home. “I also don’t suppose your grandmother lives separately from your father?” Would also be good to get a read on the grandmother as well, she’d know Alina a lot better than he would and a second opinion was worth a lot when figuring someone else out.

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// So just want to apologize to anyone who’s been wondering what’s going on with me. A few bouts of self-doubt (and more than one time I debated just deleting the blog without saying anything) a lot of distraction from my games, the usual excuses. Truth is Qrow was a LOT closer to my heart six years back. Now he’s... really ephemeral and fickle. Obviously a lot of the time I just don’t think about him and then there are days I just want to gush over him and write tons of stuff. If anyone wants my Discord to check on me or maybe play some games or... just anything really? Send me a message.

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"Rules are a construct."

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"Society itself is a construct, built upon trust by individuals by little other than the proximity and either optimism or at least the vain hope your neighbor won't stab you in the back and take your things when you close your eyes. Laws were created when communities realized setting examples of bad eggs keeps the peace better than blind trust."

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caeloservare​:

He really tried not to groan. Same argument all over again, he just had one with Clover. Or maybe it was these two nights ago. Not sure.

He takes some time, checks his scroll, glances over emails and calendar. “I should have some time today after 2 AM. How about that?”

This much sarcasm definitely wasn’t called for, but he is a bit of allergic to ‘you have to take a break’ comments. He’s aware he needs a break, just as much as he’s aware that he can’t afford one. Not when the more open war with Salem can break out any moment.

“I already have a hard time trying to schedule training with Oscar. Don’t demand miracles from me, if you please.”

“Miracles? James, you won’t live long if you keep holding your breath. Everyone needs a break including you. I’m not delusional enough to think I can drag you off to a movie theater and let you get lost for three hours on some no name’s car chase, but even workaholics need their breaks.” Qrow didn’t want to push James so hard when he was already getting pushed in so many other ways, but... Twins, the man is incapable of giving himself a break. Does he even get eight hours of sleep? Probably not Qrow’s business but there just... has to be something he can do.

“2 AM, I’m holding you to 2:15 then, and I’ll give you a heads up so you don’t get sucked into more paperwork when it ticks.” Qrow had to at least frame it reasonably lest he risk dragging Ironwood out of the office on the dot. Maybe if he did this he could just... convince Ironwood to finish the paper at 2? Probably too optimistic, but worth an attempt.

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How does your muse communicate to others they they’re in the mood? What are the requirements for your muse to sleep with someone? What was your muse’s first sexual experience?

1) The flirting turns up, there's an extra wink here or there, he'd basically be turning the charm higher than usual (not to 11 but definitely higher than his usual setting) He's old enough that his libido doesn't really ambush him anymore but it still have peaks.

2) They have to be in their twenties at earliest. I don't see Qrow pulling his moves on Blake or Weiss, but if not for Raven leaving the way she did he'd definitely have gone somewhere with that Waitress.

3) Qrow's first sexual experience is split between three possibilities for me, but he definitely didn't graduate a virgin:

A) Someone at a bar. His alcoholism was definitely born early into his life from his crippling isolationism, and whether it was someone his age or a Cougar, someone would have noticed him at a bar and made a few moves.

B) A fellow huntsman at Beacon before the end of the first year. Too early on for people to be guessing at his Semblance but early enough that his metaphorical bandit musk could still attract a few impressionable noses.

C) Late Academy years, Second Vytal Festival. One of his Huntress opponents gets a few good looks while the two of them are sparring in their 4v4 match (or maybe they end up deadlocked in a 2v2 until Raven has to tiebreak them) and she either likes what she sees, or she's very competitive and demands a rematch. One thing leads to another and they're testing Reach verses Flexibility.

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In-Depth Sinday Meme

What is your muse’s favorite place(s) to be touched?

Are there any foods that are like aphrodisiacs to your muse?

Are there particular scents/sounds that turn your muse on?

Does your muse enjoy dirty talk? Do they like to do the talking or being dirty talked?

What are some subtle gestures that get your muse in the mood?

How does your muse communicate to others they they’re in the mood?

How does your muse flirt?

How does your muse approach someone they want to sleep with?

What are some physical things your muse does when they want someone to sleep with them?

How does your muse approach one-night stands versus long term partners?

Is your muse very physically intimate?

Is your muse very emotionally intimate?

Does your muse enjoy cuddling after sex?

What are the requirements for your muse to sleep with someone?

Does your muse use protection? If so, what kind?

What is a fantasy your muse has?

Is your muse noisy in bed? How noisy? What makes them reach that level?

Does your muse enjoy teasing? Giving or receiving? How long can they stand it?

How does your muse respond to people making advances on them?

What is a kink your muse has? How would they bring it up to their partner?

What is one sexual insecurity that your muse has?

What kills the mood for your muse instantly?

What gets your muse in the mood instantly?

Does your muse enjoy roleplaying in the bedroom?

Does your muse prefer gentle lovemaking or rough sex?

Is your muse the type to fall in love from having sex or to leave it be?

What was your muse’s first sexual experience?

What was your muse’s best sexual experience?

What was their worst sexual experience?

Does your muse enjoy kissing? Caressing?

What is your muse’s favorite part of sex?

What is one area they’re great at during sex?

What is one area they could use improvement in during sex?

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almdofremnant​:

His expression and tone made her tense up and she nodded in response. “Sorry..” Alina took off going home and sneaking into her room through a fire escape. Her father still passed out on the couch meant she wouldn’t have to deal with him. She hung up her cloak and outfit and went to bed.

The next day her father was rather annoyed at the emptiness of the restaurant and sent her out with coupons, mostly so he wouldn’t have to deal with her for a while. Alina wore a simple waitressing outfit, a yellow sweater and dark leggings with a maroon apron around her waist monogramed with her emblem. She still wore her orange mittens and had her hair in twin braids as she offered coupons to anyone who passed by, a forced smile on her freckled face as she knew this wasn’t going to do anything, it never helped this early in the day.

“Good afternoon! Can I offer you a lunch special coupon to the Olive Branch?” She would repeat to potential customers, ignored for the most part, some took a coupon to be nice but discarded it at the first trash can they found.

Qrow spent the better part of the next day after meeting Alina getting a feel for the town (and figuring out where the drinking establishments were of course) It seemed to him like a moderately successful town... but the lack of Huntsmen who hung their weapon there made it not the kind of place he wanted to retire to. It was only after he got a decent scope of the town that he’d approach Alina to take a coupon.

“I think I’ll visit this place later.” He said to Alina with a smirk. His voice lowered to a whisper. “Don’t suppose anyone’s in earshot that matters?”

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caeloservare​:

James just blinks, listening to all the details, but doesn’t dare to interrupt.

“Qrow. I have zero idea if they had a rematch and what team squads participated. If you think I saw anything but my desk past two…” He glances on the wall calendar for his own discomfort. “…few days, you’re sadly wrong. I’d like to be informed about matches, but I might not be able to attend all of them.”

“Glad you found something to engage in between missions though.” He gives Qrow a small smile.

“James, we’re scheduling a break, and we’re going to watch that fight together. I’m not taking no for an answer, so find a place on the clock for a breather because I’m dragging your ass out of the office by force if I have to.” Fuck the sleep deprivation, when was the last time James saw combat? Not personal deployment-Qrow knew James never lost his edge in that regard-but watching other people fight? Yes, he had to oversee the Atlesian Military, but he was also a Headmaster and being able to instruct Huntsmen in their training was a part of that job description.

Though realistically watching a fight on video might be the only moment James would permit himself to take a breath. Of course, that breath will probably be at the start of the fight, but even one breath for the man seemed like a lot more than he was permitting himself at the desk.

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instructions: bold whichever hobby your muse feels deeply passionate about, italicize the ones that are more like casual interests for them, & finally strikeout the ones that they are not likely to take an interest in. repost, do not reblog!

birdwatching, pottery, oil painting, drawing, singing, acting, breakdancing, fashion design, cooking, baking, mixology, bodybuilding, beekeeping, crocheting, knitting, sewing, embroidery, fishing, flower arranging, gardening, graphic design, rock climbing, surfing, swimming, lute

kayaking, canoeing, rafting, metalworking, foraging, candlemaking, rapping, mixed martial arts, karate, judo, taekwondo, kung fu, muay thai, brazilian jiu-jitsu, krav maga, aikido, boxing, fencing, tennis, table tennis, stamp collecting, wrestling, capoeira, archery, swordsmanship, viola

kickboxing, origami, gaming, photography, paintball, parkour, figure skating, rollerblading, reading, poetry writing, scrapbooking, skiing, snowboarding, scuba diving, snorkeling, woodworking, video game development and design, whittling, whale-watching, yoga, meditation

stand-up comedy, gymnastics, skydiving, travel, blacksmithing, baseball, basketball, volleyball, golf, american football, rugby, cricket, soccer, cosplaying, hunting, horseback riding, jogging, larping, cycling, shopping, sailing, sculpture, vlogging, journaling, palm reading, tarot cards

witchcraft, ballet, jewelry-making, topiary, tabletop roleplaying, calligraphy, pole dancing, zumba, rock collecting, crossword puzzles, jigsaw puzzles, motorsports, taming animals, hacking, tattoo artistry, storm chasing, ballroom dancing, flower pressing, competitive eating

flying planes, flying spacecrafts, blogging, model building, model engineering, building with legos, building in the sims, stenciling, soapmaking, miming, ventriloquy, computer programming, trivia, ghost-hunting, chasing down mysteries, kite flying, hiking, robotics, watercolour painting

softball, house flipping, sudoku, chess, winemaking, breadmaking, cheesemaking, gossiping, clubbing, salsa dancing, poker, badminton, bowling, ice hockey, track and field, cross country, astrology, stargazing, colouring, prose writing, makeup artistry, quilting

leathercraft, piano, violin, acrylic painting, guitar, ink painting, sketching, flute, clarinet, hula hooping, toy collecting, spray painting, research, language learning, board games, hairstyling, keeping up with the latest trends, brainteasers, cartography, drums, comic book collecting

digital painting, songwriting, cleaning, freestyle dancing, podcast hosting, toymaking, bingo, pilates, sightseeing, cheerleading, wine tasting, camping, antiquing, metal detecting, art collecting, home brewing, memorabilia collecting, tapestry weaving, thrifting

shoemaking, furniture building, home improvement, essay writing, leaf pressing, conducting science experiments, skull collecting, mountain biking, dumpster diving, roasting coffee, brewing tea, harp, puppetry, skateboarding, saxophone, trombone, tuba, trumpet, cello, ukulele

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Tagging: @caeloservare @trickshottruths​ @red-the-rose @tandemrosa @aestascadere

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  “I’m trying to sneak around, but the clap of my asscheeks keeps alerting the Grimm,”

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“Maybe you should wear tighter pants then. You know, so they stop clapping.” Totally not so he can have a better view, never!

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“Come and Get it Ladies.”

// Wheeze

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almdofremnant​:

“I prefer the term Junior Happy Huntress, or vigilante I guess? I don’t get paid and I don’t even get noticed most of the time. I just want to help people,”

“It’s called the Olive Branch, but it’s best to just find me while working cause asking my dad for me will just lead to me getting in trouble.” She sighed softly, “usually I’m waitressing or handing out fliers around the city to drum up business.”

She was relieved to have them back, putting them on and making sure the flamethrowers were disengaged, leaving them looking like regular mittens.

“Thank you again for helping me out and ya know.. not sending me to jail.” She pulled her mask and hood on before checking the map on her scroll to see how far she had to run to get back home and which way was quicker.

Qrow’s Expression showed no amusement with her adding prefixes. “Using Huntsman or Huntress in any context would be sure to confuse the authorities on your legality, and not in a good way-and that’s before taking into account those of us who understand that the title has weight to it. Do not use the title of Huntress. Stick to Mercenary, or something without the legal and political baggage.” Qrow warned her once, but then returned his focus to his meal. He was starved even before he ran into Alina but his need to check the area for Grimm definitely paid off... just not in the way his stomach would have liked. Now he needed to eat since Alina was soon to be on her way at any rate. He would have put a bowl in her hands and served her but he could read she didn’t have the time to fill her stomach. If Alina needed anything he’d help, and he would wave goodbye if she said hers, but he mostly focused on his meal if Alina didn’t need his assistance.

Qrow would check out the town the next day, getting a room for a night at whatever passed for an Inn and seeing what kind of place Alina grew up in. Most namely, if she was entirely self-taught or if there was anyone she was getting mentoring from on the low. It didn’t specifically have to be Hunting, just anything involving self-defense, weaponry, or knowledge on the Grimm.

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almdofremnant​:

“About 3 years? Earlier this year started the technically illegal part…” Alina sighed removing her hood and mask since he knew her identity anyway.

“My dad owns a restaurant.. I snag a couple of the smaller crystals we use to heat the grills to keep them loaded.” She explained before her eyes went wide and she jumped up, “Wait! What time is it? I need to get back before dad notices I’m gone or he’ll kill me!” Maybe not kill her but it wouldn’t be pretty thats for sure.

“Acting as a Huntsmen or Huntress is illegal regardless of the age, though last I recall the title of ‘Mercenary’ doesn’t exactly have rules and restrictions around it, even if it is a lot dirtier.” Qrow finishes cooking his meal, and sighs to let go of the girl when she says she needs to get back. “Sure thing. What’s the name of the restaurant, so I don’t look suspicious asking about a girl named Alina in a town I don’t often visit?” Qrow says as he goes to get the gauntlets from their current hiding spot.

It’s only a few seconds when he’s out of sight that he comes back with them in the condition he took them in, perhaps bar a fingerprint or two if she inspected closely enough-likely from his own inspection.

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almdofremnant​:

“I know how to take care of them.. I just don’t know how to…. Words.” Alina hoped that got her point across, she knew basics and how to fix them when they needed touched up but she didn’t know the jargon.

Then came the dreaded question, was she licensed.. she tensed up almost ready to cry not wanting to get in trouble and have her weapons taken away.

“No… I tried to get into the training school but since Beacon fell.. they raised their standards, I don’t have a semblance so they didn’t really give me a chance.. I’m not even old enough to attend Atlas.”

and here come the tears, “I-I just want to help Mantle! I want to protect my home…”

Qrow sighs, carefully moving over and hugging her with one arm while stretching a bit to keep mixing their dinner. “Relax Kiddo, I ain’t the kinda guy who would turn you to the authorities just because you couldn’t get into an Academy.” Sure, he might have dragged kids to town by their hair before, but she was clearly old enough to make her own kinds of decisions... including stupid ones, but her decisions nonetheless.

“How long have you been training? How do you get the funds to keep those flame gauntlets burning? If you ain’t Licensed I’d rather know now whether you’re trouble or just misguided. As much as you shouldn’t be my problem, I can’t let you get killed because it’s ‘inconvenient’ but I need to know what I’m getting mixed up with before I give you more than a good night’s rest and a meal or two.”