#qrowned

[erobret]

@qrowned​

          she was like a shadow but not attached to a form but free to roam about . the dragoness was shrouded in black , veiled to hide her very being . she was a dark mass with onyx fabrics trailing behind her , clawed prints being left in her wake as she walked across soft dirt after a light rain . rain ; a pleasant scent once it has passed --- a nuisance for when it was to come .

          the scraping of claws upon earth halted , the swish of fabrics be heard as she looked down at what she had stopped for . bending , a gloved hand slithers forth from the black , sharp claws having ripped through the tips . picking up what she had seen she straightens and examines it ; a crow’s feather as black as night . a small smile pulls at the corners of soft scaled lips as she moved to place it within a pouch under her robes .

[untameablesands]

@qrowned ❤ ‘d for a starter! 

         “Hey.”

         Poke, poke.

        “You’re not dead, are you?” If the person was dead then they, of course, wouldn’t answer but asking aloud while gently prodding at them with a slim branch was better than risking personal safety by approaching them any closer than at this distance. They weren’t wearing clothing that fit with anything he’d seen in Hyrule and the rather large (rather eye-catching) wings upon their back made it difficult to tell if their chest was rising with breath. 

        Sundira didn’t trust them, hence why he was nudging them with a stick instead of creeping closer to personally check on their well being. He didn’t know this person and therefore he would keep a safe distance; he would rather not be injured or otherwise attacked simply for attempting to determine if the other was injured or not. Hopefully they were still alive and conscious, he honestly didn’t want to have to deal with their corpse if they were dead. Maybe he could just pretend he never found it to begin with?

[reusmater-blog]

( @qrowned ) ♥ ( X )

          Endeavoring to discern even the faintest trace of unfeigned sentiment, chary eyes fastidiously peruse masculine features. When her own simmering indignation and seemingly implacable ambivalence are willfully cast aside, the contumacious bandit still genuinely cares for her hapless twin. Though some things deteriorate with the inevitable passing of time, her care for the venturesome male is not one of them. Still, given all that has come to irrevocably transpire - despite certain...transgressions, can he truthfully say the same of his care for her? ❝ HOW MUCH were you told about the vault? What I have to say depends on YOUR answer. ❞ 

[mxgicalheathen-moved]

@qrowned Wanted to meet with Momo!

The horned girl looks around with a bit of confusion in her eyes. Corpses of some Grimm were becoming dust right behind her when she killed them. Momo did not really understand what those even were, but looked very proud at herself, training with papa finally came through! And it was just as papa said! Everyone will fear the might of Super Momo! She looked around again, just to make sure and then made a silly pose of victory, practically sparkling, while she did it. She turns around and sees a huge black haired man. A tint of pink covers her cheeks...he saw that just now...didn’t he? He totally saw that just now!!!! AH. EMBARRASSING. 

[nxmelesscyborg]

@qrowned  For a Henlo!

She ignores the sounds and feeling of the rain, staring right in front of herself and doing practically nothing. Her entire body is curled into a sort of ball. A single point in nothingness is all that her eyes are focused on. It’s just another point of recharge. People call it sleeping. But she did not sleep while she did it. She just froze. To anyone passing by that picture would be...unnatural to say the least. As the female looked more like a normal girl in her twenties, rather than what she truly was. 

She hears footsteps and her head jolts. Eyes focus on the person approaching closer. Her sensors pick up an aura signature. It’s passive. A bit spread out. An unusual effect. Perhaps something to do with this person semblance affecting the surrounding area in some way. he smells of alcohol. The database draws a blank. Nothing on him there. “What do you want?” Direct, slightly rude. But at least she asked right away. 

[moonlit-theft]

@qrowned vindt je bericht leuk “moonlit-theft: Yo who wants a short and random starter-”

⟡ ═══ ♛ ═══ ⟡ "Ne, I've seen you come by like three times now... are you lost?"

[remnaent-a-blog]

petition to just throw qrow into the trash.   all in favour say aye.

[shinderaarc]

      —   can’t fight the friction, so ease it off.

a gift for @scythewielder​ & @qrowned​ featuring a mix of songs for inspiration, reminiscent of our favorite angsty bird who deserves to be happy.   [  spotify  ]

i.  hurt  —  johnny cash  //  ii.  type three  —  anberlin  //  iii.  beat the devil’s tattoo  —  black rebel motorcycle club  //  iv.  friction  —  imagine dragons  //  v.  peace  —  apocalyptica  //  vi.  misery loves my company  —  three days grace  //  vii.  castle of glass  —  linkin park  //  viii.  give me a sign  —  breaking benjamin  //  ix.  all fall down  —  onerepublic  //  x.  monuments & melodies  —  incubus  //  xi.  iron  —  woodkid  //  xii.  trouble  —  tv on the radio  //  xiii.  far from home  —  five finger death punch  //  xiv.  the sound of silence  —  disturbed  //  xv.  somewhere a clock is ticking  —  snow patrol  //  xvi.  war  —  former vandal  //  xvii.  letters from the sky  —  civil twilight