#fairgameweek2022

[fair-game-week]

New Blog for Fair Game Week

Hi there folks!

Apologies for the late announcement, but we've moved from @fairgameweek2022 to this here new blog to avoid having to change the url over there again. So give us a follow if you're interested in news for Fair Game Week 2023.

In just a moment we will post the prompt voting poll- stay tuned!

Thank you!

[renabe4life]

Day 6 - On the run/Royalty

Bit of a redraw of @yuli-the-bi witch AU, but from the opposite side, dohoho! link to their original post here!

[gamingmint]

Day 3: Trapped together/ wings

Trapped by a mine cave in, not that they really mind.

[yoomschoocs]

@fairgameweek2022 day 7: Blood/Falling/Free

The Last Of Us AU for day 7!! An instance in which Clover got a little hurt on a mission, and Qrow goes protective boyfriend mode (tm) and helps patch him up <3 Last day of the week, but far from the last day we’re gonna end up posting. Planning is all over the place and free time is non-existent but @cara-kira , @narwhalish and I make do!! For this day, the sketch and the lines were done by me, as well as the background and the lighting. @cara-kira did the coloring and shading!

[thecraftyninjacat]

Say hi to the Branwen-Ebis, the newlyweds from next door!

My weird WandaVision inspired FG fanfiction is finally back! Read the fifth chapter here (or start from the beginning if you’d like :D)

[shadydirt]

Day 1 - Vigilantes / Trembling

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[bonez-yard]

Day 2: Only one bed/Fake Dating

Clover was starting to think this wasn’t a great idea anymore. Sure, it was an opportunity to get closer to the elder, but it was more a selfish reason, after all, who wouldn’t want to date Qrow Branwen?

He knew the man was only doing this just to get Raven, Tai, and Summer (namely Raven) off his back about being single. They were only worried, though he suspected it was also because the man really did want someone around.

His heart ached at the idea of Qrow being with someone else. He wouldn’t blame them though, for the man, despite being his late 30’s, was good looking and kind and funny and... and he was perfect. Despite his semblance being misfortune, Clover saw past that, and saw a man that just wanted to be around people.

Speaking of the man, Qrow grumbled as they walked outside. Raven had been insistent that not once has she seen Qrow give actual affection to Clover. Clover didn’t mind, holding hands and hugs were enough for him (tho he wouldn’t mind a kiss on the cheek or forehead.. or the lips-)

Clover must have been daydreaming pretty hard, cause then Qrow snapped his fingers in his face. “Oi, lucky charm, you listening to me?” Clover snapped out of his thoughts, “Huh? Sorry about that birdie, just.. thinking.” He smiled. Qrow’s face flushed.

“Well now you gotta pay attention to me-“ as if Clover hadn’t already, “cause now Rae wants to see us kiss.” Clover froze. No way. “I.. beg your pardon?” Qrow rolled his eyes.

He then placed his arms around Clover’s shoulders. “You heard me soldier boy, we’re gonna kiss just to get my sister off her back, so you better make this convin-“ Qrow hadn’t even gotten to finish before Clover dove in.

It caught him off guard, but he eased into it, Clover’s soft lips against his. It was nice. It felt nice to kiss Clover. It... felt nice being with the man he was head over heels for- wait. FUCK-

They pulled away from each other, both faces flushed. Raven grumbled, and they heard her walk away, but they had yet to pull away from each other. “That was... uh..” Qrow had no words. Clover smiled a little smile, “Wanna try again?” Qrow could only nod, and the smile became bigger. “Me too.”

Please do not STEAL/COPY/REPOST my art!!!

[fairgameweek2022]

Fair Game Week 2022

Hi everyone, it’s once again time to announce the official dates and prompts for Fair Game Week 2022!

The 7 day event has two prompts for each day that you can chose from or combine, and the very last day also has a ‘Free’ option for any type of content you’d like to share.

The event is scheduled for Monday March 21st to Sunday March 27th! We’ll post a reminder closer to the event, but feel free to post WIPs with the hashtag FGWWIP2022

Prompts

Day 1 - Vigilantes/Trembling

Day 2 - Only One Bed/Fake Dating

Day 3 - Trapped Together/Wings

Day 4 - Deities/Haunted

Day 5 - Affection/Stitches

Day 6 - On the Run/Royalty

Day 7 - Blood/Falling/Free

A few of these prompts had similar themes, like ‘Vigilantes’ and ‘Secret Agents’ for example, so feel free to interpret these prompts a bit more loosely.

Use the tag #fairgameweek2022 on Tumblr, Twitter, and Ao3, but be sure to use the main #fair game hashtag, space included, for tumblr as well. Please be sure to tag your works appropriately, particularly if they contain references to V7C12.

As always if you have questions, please either refer to our blog’s FAQ page or leave us a message. Thank you all for your help choosing prompts, we can’t wait to see what you create!

[nightlilly0110]

WIP - Fair Game Week 2022, Day 4: Deities/Haunted

[theriveroflight]

a last minute WIP for @fairgameweek2022​ for tomorrow’s prompt, featuring batman!qrow and green lantern!clover (and robin!yang)

transcript of image text under cut!

The man clenches a fist — Qrow notes the fist has a ring on it that bears the same crest as lies on his chest. “I became a part of the Lantern Corps after the previous Green Lantern perished. The emotional core of my power is will, and I am only granted it because I am in the possession of the power source.”

“It’s the ring.” Qrow crosses his arms.

The man relaxes his fist. “You’re quite observant.”

“I make a living out of it,” Qrow answers. “Now, tell us. What’s going on?”

“Come with me,” the man offers. “Though I am capable of handling the threat alone, I believe it would be conducive to a…better working relationship. I’m native to Remnant, but it’s been a long time since I was back here — even though it’s part of my sector.”

[jadekitty777]

Hunting Season, Chapter 3

A short chapter for today, but a fun one! We’re getting to the good stuff now ;)

Prompt for Day 5 which we will pretend is... well you get the idea: Affection

Rating: T

Word Count: 1500

Summary: Having grown up in the slums of Mantle, Clover knew what feeling constantly unsafe felt like. But, with rising tensions between the cities, a precarious election leaving his people on the line, and a war on the horizon, things had never felt more perilous.

Then, Qrow Branwen arrives with eight huntsmen-in-training in tow, all of them earnestly offering to help. While the extra assistance is an incalculable relief, Clover simply can’t be more excited – and maybe a little nervous - to be paired up with the famous Huntsman of Vale.

There was only one problem:

Qrow couldn’t stop staring at his ears.

(Or, Volume 7, except Clover is a deer Faunus and that changes everything)

Ao3 Link: With a Scythe

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The academy was the tallest building in all of Atlas. Laying atop the roof, with nothing hindering the view, the sky spread above him like a blanket. The stars that twinkled above were dazzlingly beautiful. Up here, away from the bustle of the city, Clover found a sense of peace unlike any other. It was just what he needed to unwind after the consistent hecticness that now followed every mission.

He pillowed his arms under his head, letting out slow breath, and shut his eyes. Maybe even a nap might be good.

“What are you doing up here Clubs?”

Clover started, heart jumping briefly to his throat, before the identity of that voice caught up to him. He tilted his head back over his crossed arms, seeing Qrow standing by the door.

(Strange, he hadn’t heard it open.)

“Getting some air.” He motioned to the spot beside him. “Want to join me?”

The other huntsman regarded him quietly, considering the offer for a few seconds before ultimately shrugging and crossing over. He sat down, stretching one leg out while he bent the knee of the other, resting his wrist over it. “You come up here often?”

Was he dropping a line on him? Clover snuck a peek, but Qrow’s gaze was skyward.

He tried not to be too disappointed.

“Every now and then. I’ve never liked being on long car or plane rides. The limited space drives me crazy.” That’s why he would come up here – the isolation and lack of crowding tended to feel like course correction, smoothing out the agitation that often built up over the hours.

There was a thoughtful hum. “Claustrophobic?”

“Perhaps – or maybe I just never got used to it. Things were pretty open where I used to live.”

“Did you grow up in the fields or something?”

It would have been easy, to just say nothing and let Qrow believe that. To never have to confront the possibility of the other turning up his nose as so many others had done to him in the past when they found out his true origins. If those noses weren’t already up from simply looking at him.

He’d done his best not to let those things dictate how he felt about himself – but it was an uphill battle. When he was younger, classmates used to flap their hands by their ears and laugh at him. He’d get cornered on the schoolyard, trash thrown at him as he was told to go back to his ‘burrow’ where he belonged. His things would get swiped, bullies taunting about how animals shouldn’t know how to read as they ripped out pages of his textbook. Experiences that never quite stopped following him.

Even as he entered into the adult world, he still had to fight for every shred of decency and respect. The grocer gave him dirty looks every time he walked in the store, convinced Clover was going to pocket some extra cauliflower or something. He’d had to bear the offhanded comments from many of his human colleagues who thought anything beyond simple grunt work was ‘too advanced’ for him. In fact, if it weren’t for James, he never would have even climbed ranks the way he had – as few people even wanted to recognize his skill and talent as both a huntsman and a leader.

If that weren’t enough though, being at the top wasn’t all glamour either; as now he had people like Robyn treating him like some sort of sell out. Like he hadn’t clawed his way up from absolutely nothing to become the successful man he was now.

As he looked over at Qrow, he told himself he wasn’t ashamed of that.

…He was just afraid of what he could lose.

“No. The slums.” He finally admitted. Tried not to notice how that made Qrow’s head swivel. “The houses there aren’t the most put together. There are gaps in the walls and the roofs. I even had a buddy who had a half-and-half.” He made a chopping motion with his hand. “One building separated by just a wall – one family on one side, another on the other side. It had a hole in the bottom corner though. Nick and I could squeeze on through it and visit the Amitolas anytime we wanted. They never minded, because that’s just how things were. Everyone shared each other’s space. There was always noise. We were just one big community.”

He dropped his hand back to his chest, feeling how it raced with his nerves. “I can’t explain how different it was, coming to Atlas and having things be so… closed off and unfriendly. And the first time I slept in my dorms and realized I couldn’t hear the entire world anymore? It was…”

“Freaky?” Qrow supplied.

Clover blinked, finally daring to meet his eyes again. “…Yeah.”

“Tell me about it.” He snorted. “First time I had a real roof over my head was when I was seventeen. Until then I just lived in tents, booking my ass around all of Mistral with the rest of the tribe. Couldn’t sleep right for weeks. Even keeping the window open, it’s just not the same. Though,” He stretched the word out just as he stretched his arms behind him, holding his weight on his palms. “Gotta say, the warm showers make it all worth it.”

Oh.

He laughed, grin coming easily. “Yeah. They sure do.”

“Still, if you don’t like the traveling missions that much, you don’t have to sign up for them.”

“Mmm I could, but nah.” Clover shot him a wink. “I like the company too much.” He felt incessantly proud at the slight flush that rose to Qrow’s cheeks. It also drew his eye to a little spark flying just above the other man’s head. “Oh! Look!”

He sat up, pointing after it, and Qrow followed his direction, catching sight of the shooting star just before it faded.

“Make a wish.” Clover teased.

A brow arched in return. “Thought you were supposed to wish on the first star of the night?”

“Then you’ve never wished on one and been disappointed before.” He waved off. “Besides, if it were that easy than a million wishes would come true every night.”

“I don’t think any of them come true, Clubs.”

“No, you’re right.” Clover amended, turning his eyes back to the sky. “My dad used to say you work for the obtainable and wish for the impossible. That way, life can’t ever get you down. Heh, I still got up on our tin roof all the time anyways.”

“Yeah? And what would you wish for?”

The opportunity was too good to pass up.

“Smaller ears.” He cupped his hands underneath them for emphasis, the appendages nearly as long as the length of his hands. “I mean, look at them. They’re huge!”

Qrow was looking alright, expression dazed and jaw unhinging slightly.

Clover had to use all his military discipline not to completely lose it. “And, gods, you wouldn’t believe some of the names I got called. The worst had to be jet plane.”

“Jet plane?” He echoed faintly, still lost in whatever fantasy land he’d tripped into.

“Yeah. Because whenever I’d hear a loud sound my ears would do this,” He shot then straight up. “And every time someone would yell ‘Watch out! Jet Plane’s taking off!’”

That broke the spell, Qrow bursting out into surprised laughter. It was a deep, rough sort of noise, matching his gruff voice but still pleasant to listen to. But it was the effect it had on his face that was truly magical. Gone were the sharp edges and perpetual frowns; lines smoothing out into joy, enough that he appeared much younger, and eyes alighting until they shined like tourmaline. His smile actually showed some teeth, the pearly whites sparkling just like the stars above.

Wow was he beautiful.

Clover felt like he’d fallen into a dream and he was certain the grin on his face was dopey and dumb.

“That’s-! Hah, that’s terrible!” The man finally got out around his guffaws.

“Yeah well,” He replied distractedly, “Kids are mean.”

Something about that caught Qrow’s attention and his expression shifted subtly. “Well, you know what I think?” He lent forward as he spoke, distance between them shrinking.

A little bell went off in the back of Clover’s head, not alarming but certainly asking for consideration. He was too lost in Qrow’s eyes to pay it any mind. “Hmm?”

“I think that they really add to your charm. Don’t you?”

Before Clover could even think to reply, Qrow reached up between them, and he heard the slide of his finger brushing along the inner corner of his left ear. The warm sensation left pleasant tingles shivering down his spine.

“Uh.” He said intelligently, swallowing hard.

Qrow backed off but the smirk he wore was untamable. “Anyways, it’s getting late. I think I’m gonna head down.” He got to his feet, giving him a wink this time. “You enjoy your wishing stars, ‘kay lucky charm?”

Then he was gone, nothing left but the sound of the door shutting behind him.

It took about three seconds after that for Clover to realize the huntsman had just played him at his own game.

Oh, it was on.

[renabe4life]

Day 1 - Vigilantes/Trembling

shaking figures pressed against a wall of light one more vow i swear to you i'll get us out (alright)

[gamingmint]

Day 6: On the run/ Royalty

The boys completely distracted while hiding in an alley.

[yoomschoocs]

FGW day 4: [Deities/Haunted]

One of the days we managed to finish for FGW 2022!

Like last year, I’m collabing with @narwhalish​ and this year also @cara-kira​ , and we’re doing AUs again! For this day, we combined the prompts a bit and chose an AU that isn’t named yet, so Cara and I dub it “the Spooky AU” lol

A description for those curious: “Qrow has a little big of magic gifted to him by Oz waaaayy back when Beacon was still up standing, but he never used it until now. After losing Clover, and to his knowledge also the kids, he obsessively started learning how to make dolls so he could replicate the people he missed. He started using his magic to create scenarios in which he could save them or just create a normal day if they were to still be there, thinking of a whole story to help him sleep at night. But at night the nightmares would always wake him, so he'd spend the next day thinking of a different scenario, hoping maybe one day he'll come up with one that will end the cycle.”

The sketch and lines were done by @cara-kira​ , the coloring, lighting and background was done by me! There’s some days Kyra wasn’t able to work on because of tight schedule, but we still got some coming along the way! :)

[victorious1956]

Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: RWBY Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Qrow Branwen/Clover Ebi Characters: Qrow Branwen, Clover Ebi Additional Tags: Pre-Relationship, qrow is a bit of a hermit, clover is not really human, but close enough, and oops he is hurt again, but not too badly, Separations, but ultimately, Reunions, Fair Game Week (RWBY), Fair Game Week 2022 (RWBY), rated for the occasional swear

Series: Part 3 of Fair Game Week 2022, Part 45 of A Modicum of Angst

Summary: Qrow's life is peaceful, for the most part. Not that he minds— his past could not be described as uncomplicated, and he's glad things are quieter now. Things change one day when an unexpected guest drops in.

Fair Game Week 2022 Day 3: Trapped Together/Wings

[afoolforatook]

FGW 2022 Day 2 - Only one bed/fake dating

A little cheat here, cause this chapter ended up not actually having any of the bed sharing, but chapters 2-4 are basically nothing but that, and the next chapter will wrap up from those.

So this chapter didn't at all goes as planned, and therefore might get revised or moved around some later on, once I stop being indecisive over structure details.