#qrwvviid

[qrowtai]

for the palette requests,,,,, can i get me some taiqrow + rusted blossoms pls my dude??? (i'm such traSH for ur stuff honestly man)

thank you!!

[dadjckes-blog]

there’s nothing more you can do right now, sir. she just needs some time. you and your partner should go home and get some rest.

there’s nothing more you can do right now, sir.

there’s nothing more you can do.

           it’s the only words repeating in tai’s head since they returned from the hospital without his daughter. yang has been through so much before this, she could get through some broken bones and punctured lung, but that doesn’t mean he’s at all ok with not being able to bring her home and take care of her himself. 

            she’s in good hands, he tries to remind himself, she’s going to be fine. medical professionals trained to coax back her aura as well as heal what she can’t on her own, that’s who she’s with.

           maybe qrow speaks to him when the door closes behind him. tai only hears static. he can feel the onset of something worse, his mind trying to pull away from reality so tai immediately moves from the front entrance, to the nearest light switch that he flicks off and on.

            the hallway light goes dark, then light. dark, light. ok, he’s not dreaming. 

           “i need to clean something,” he mumbles to no one, walking for the kitchen on auto-pilot. he turns on the sink, water hot as it can go, and begins to scrub.  // @qrwvviid​

[veiliisms]

@qrwvviid​ fucked with vera’s lil bro

“you!”

the young woman shouts, seeing the drunkard immediately and storming towards him. her icy blue gaze held the meanest glare she could muster - she was aware it’d hardly effect her. she was damn sure that anything she’d say would hardly get through the man’s skull, but dammit, no one would fuck with her little brother like that and get away scot-free.

“you. i have a bone to pick with you, salaud. i heard the aftermath, i heard how you treated jaune. has he not been through enough?!” she was nearly shouting, now, and damn well didn’t care who was around to hear it. “i don’t care who you are, what you’ve done or what foolish old men you blindly followed!

yes, i know all about it. afton told me everything, i made damn sure of it - you coward. all of you, cowards, sending innocent children to fight your wars, your battles, and you don’t even have the courtesy of admitting your selfishness. and look at what is has done. look at jaune. look at ruby, at ren, at nora, look at all of his friends and family and those you have caused to suffer in your frivolous war.”

she wanted so badly to punch him square in the jaw for making her little brother cry, for causing so much hurt and pain and agony. but she knew that wouldn’t solve anything. she knew there was a very large chance she would be defeated in moments. “i could smack you where you stand, you lache. but i will not even grant you the courtesy. brûle en l’enfer.”

[iridissent-m]

          “ so these MAIDENS ... we have to PROTECT them then.”

@qrwvviid. / sc.

[iruzurru-blog]

@qrwvviid || Just askin’ for a friend.

“So like. Is the alcoholic failure trope workin’ for you or-...?” Emerald trailed off, hand gesturing to just... all of Qrow. 

[maidenfall]

@qrwvviid replied to your post “”

"gross"

          “ says the middle aged drunken man with unkempt stubble. ”

[siilverstrung-blog]

ǫʙ . misery

She doesn’t like cloaks. The black of the one she wore makes her stand out vividly against the snow. It’s a viciously cold day, && it’s only the thick fur lining the inside of this that makes her journey anything near bearable.

Hands rub against her arms as the woman contemplates her next move.

She’s stolen most of the ones in Atlas already - she will soon have to make a move further out of her new home to divest the thieves of her father’s last gift to her.

So preoccupied in her thought, she nearly barrels into a man nearby.

                                                             A soul weighed by regrets, @qrwvviid has encountered                                                             an uncanny likeness.

[heartlxssxne-blog]

ǫʙ . salvation

The man’s mutterings were soft, weakened. He’d been repeating the mantra for weeks since their last encounter, his attempt to flee. Cinder wanted him broken, brought to heel. Mercury had been put in charge of that, && while he disagreed with the methodology she was using, Mercury could not fault her for the desire to see such a powerful man working for them.

He enters the room, closing the door behind him && plunging the room into darkness once more.

“Ready to play our game?” He asked with a smile.

Broken, bloody, && ruined beyond repair,         He, @qrwvviid, will become his toy.