#burning-blonde

[drunkscythmaster]

Broken Feathers, Burning Hearts

@burning-blonde

Qrow flew high and fast over Patch. He’d been at work at Signal until he got a frantic call from Tai that the girls had run off somewhere. So he was searching the ground near the house while Qrow searched from the skies. He refused to panic just yet. They were on fucking Patch, what was the worst that could happen? As long as the girls got home safely this could even be the wakeup call Tai needed. After Summer and Raven… he wasn’t the same. Neither of them were, but unlike Qrow, Tai wasn’t used to dealing with a lifetime of tragedy.

He saw a knot of Beowulf around an old farmhouse and his need to find his nieces warred with his obligations as a huntsman. They didn’t gather like that without reason.

Then he saw what that reason was. And sheer terror set in.

Yang and Ruby were there. 

He dove hard and fast, praying that he made it in time. He shifted as he flew behind the derelict building, drawing his scythe as he lunged at the pack, his expression one of deadly intent even as inside of him terror reigned.

[sentn50boxtops-blog]

How Do

@burning-blonde

“Hey, Yang? I need to ask you something weird.”

The blonde didn’t often see Yang away from the rest of her team. But he wouldn’t look the gift horse in the mouth. So he’d run up after her, determined to get his question out.

“People like you. You know how to talk to people and they want to listen. I. Don’t. I think I annoy people, actually. So. How do you talk to people? Or flirt?”

“Particularly how do you talk to or flirt with girls? I mean it probably wouldn’t hurt if I knew how to talk to guys too...” He was rambling now.

[drunkscythmaster]

Broken Bird

@little-red-huntress @burning-blonde

This was bad. Some fucker had decided that crows made for excellent target practice, and hit him with an exceptionally powerful shot. His aura had saved him from dying, but sometimes the magic that allowed him to take the form of a bird prevented it from fully protecting him when he was in the form of a bird. His right wing was badly damaged, and a few of his ribs were broken. It took everything to stay in the air and conscious. He’d made it across the water to Patch, and now just had to make it to Tai without falling or being eaten by the neighbour’s damn cat. Then he could turn into a human safely out of prying eyes, and black out to Tai swearing as he tried to make up a lie for the medics. He’d spotted the house when his wing fully gave out, and barely managed to control his fall to land hard a few meters away from the front door. Blood seeped through his feathers and spots danced in front of his vision as he let out a plaintive call. He just hoped it wasn’t the girls who found him. That would make everything far more complicated. He heard a cat and looked over. The fucking calico was staring at him and practically drooling as it advanced. He let out a louder, slightly more panicked sound. Fucking hells, if this was how he died... eaten by a fucking cat of all things... his semblance couldn’t be that cruel, could it?

[prouddad39]

Breaking Fast

@burning-blonde

Tai balanced the tray on one hand, knocking gently on Yang’s door. “Sweetie? I have breakfast for you...” he called, leaning his head against door so he’d hear any sounds she made. He’d heard her moving around so he was fairly sure she was up. 

The tension was thick in the house, but he’d survived Raven leaving, survived losing Summer and his girls heading out into the wider dangerous world. He’d tucked Ruby’s note behind his picture of his girls’ team, much like Raven’s far shorter scrap was behind their team photo. Tai was used to quiet, but he wanted to be sure that Yang didn’t have to be. 

[drunkscythmaster]

🗄 7 (let's fuck shit up)

Qrow pressed the ‘end’ button on his scroll and relaxed with a happy sigh. A new lead, one that would force him to quit his teaching job. He looked at the giant stack of papers in front of him and swept them into the trash bin. Fuck it. He was done. No more grading. None. He took a drink from his flask and poured one into the bind. Then he reached into his desk drawer for a book of matches, but instead pulled out a destabilized fire dust crystal that caught fire when he hit it off the corner of his desk. 

“Fuck!” he tossed it into the trash can, where the liquor and paper quickly caught fire. He grabbed the water bottle on his desk and dumped it into the trash can before remembering it was full of vodka. “Fuck!” The fire raced up the stream of liquor and into the bottle, the heat and vapors causing it to expand until it exploded. Qrow was forced to drop it and cover his head, molten plastic burning the carpet and the force knocking over the trash can, the carpet and walls quickly following suit.

“Fuck my life.”

[thedappermadscientist]

A Clothing Box with a Smaller Package on Top

I’m not going to lie I had to consult Professor Port and Doctor Oobleck for this one…but, hey love to stay and chat, but I really MUSTACHE!

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Arthur found the rather delightful package waiting for him inside of his laboratory. Given the anonymous nature of the gift he decided that it would be bad form to send a thank you note, though for something like this it would have been a sincere sentiment. He even forgave the rather terrible pun, for the giver had clearly gone to some effort to find something he would like. He would almost feel bad about killing Miss Xiao Long.