#fair game

[thecraftyninjacat]

sketch requests from twitter i did to celebrate hitting 1k :)

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@/megdrawz

@/CrescentRoses_

@/_Maundi_

[lyricthecat-12]

Aside of Bumbleby and WhiteRose, what is your favorite Queer ship?

FairGame (Qrow X Clover)

Nuts And Dolts (Ruby X Penny)

Freezerburn (Weiss X Yang)

Ladybug (Blake X Ruby)

Monochrome (Weiss X Blake)

IronQrow (James X Qrow)

Crosshares (Coco X Velvet)

Rosebird (Raven X Summer)

Sea Monkeys (Sun X Neptune)

Cloqwork (Ozpin X Qrow)

Snowfall (Cinder X Winter)

Schneekos (Pyrrha X Weiss)

Voting ended onJun 23

[cruelests]

to me it was / fair game by samia

[cryptoriawebb]

Finally had a chance to read Fair Game. It was perfect😭🥹🫶

I hope it sells well enough for a third installment - the story can’t end here!

[sweetheart-radio]

Visit Original Link

[cents-scribbles]

"moving faster than slow"

https://archiveofourown.org/works/83544201

18+ M/M - explicit sex [allusions to canon addiction: drinking (& smoking)]

nothing left to prove / try your luck with me”

Qrow and Clover. Don't look now, but Qrow is falling hard. It was only a matter of time.

   Qrow kicks the stool next to him out a ways, then Clover is settling in. Flagging down the bartender. Brushing water out of his hair. Gleaming. Arresting.

   It’s a drawl: “Windfall.”

   “Should be my nickname for you,” Qrow muses, eyeing him. “Hotshot.”

   Clover swallows his smirk down with the shot. Calls for two more. Qrow stares through the glass, picturing every single tavern floor and bartop he’d ever known. Wine cellars and party kegs and– Summer’s eyes, hot on his face. Lips pursed. Mouth parting– he snatches the shot up, reeling. 

    They toast. It burns twice over– blessed alcohol, and the weight of Clover’s stare. It takes everything in Qrow not to– gods. Order another. Pull Clover in. Qrow swallows it all down instead. Eyes slitting with pleasure.

   Clover goes ahead and shifts. Tilting his knee out just enough to knock against Qrow’s.

   Mm. Qrow presses in. Relishes the warmth. There’s a hotel close by. Vacancy sign all lit up– not that Qrow had noticed. Not that he’d– stood there on that corner. Watching the rain come and dreaming of smoke and sweat. Seeing what could be done with the nighttime hours.

    His muscles react. Qrow palms Clover’s knee. Clover’s eyes drop, then snap to his face.

   “Close out your tab.” He orders two more shots. “I think we got places to be.”

   Rain’s cold as hell. 

   Clover slaps Qrow’s forearm. Charges through the downpour like it will politely turn aside. Heh. It’s a pleased lope Qrow settles into. Anticipation lines his throat. Steals his breath. He’s loose from the amber, from what’s coming. 

    The rain drums against his bones.

    They’re in a populated district. Shops and warehouses and accommodations: Bars and motels and bordellos. Sidewalks buckling from the pressure of passing feet, from wild weeds. They take to the streets. Qrow has to dodge potholes. Trash. Rusted gods-know-what. It’s a different beast at night, Mantle. He prefers it. Rather wish he was staying down here, but beggars can’t be–

   Clover leaps free of a puddle Qrow promptly crashes into. Now he’s sputtering, cursing him out, laughing– and Clover reaches back for his hand. “Keep up.”

   Qrow loses all his air. Thinks: I’m already lost, and we haven’t even begun.

[agoodlittlebrat]

There's an idiot that's revving his bike outside and sped through the streets. This city has a lot of hills and streets going up and down, it's not exactly flat stretches of road here. It just makes me think they're compensating for something lol.