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[itsclydebitches]

I'm working on more meta than fic atm, but I do have a TMA drabble in the works:

There was little good here, or anything connected to a non-Entity lord, but Oliver smiled, inclining his head at the absurdity of both their lives. Or not-lives, as the case may be. He turned his attention to the fish tank in the corner of the room, frowning at the black tendrils curling around one of the betta's fins.

Tagging: @tigerstripedmoon, @magic-gps, @happygaynoises2,@jadekitty777, @eye-open-the-door, and literally anyone else who reads this. I'm tired and currently drawing a blank on which of my friends even write XD

Last Line Tag Game

tagged by @niennawept  –thank you! I like getting tagged in these a lot!!

RULE: Post the last line in your WIP and (tag people).

​currently working on To Partake as we speak. Most recent line is: 

Celebrimbor fusses and gathers him up, and Elrond can’t really do much except lock his arms around Celebrimbor’s neck and allow himself to be lifted and carried out of the forge.

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[itsclydebitches]

But imagine tweaking it a bit: Oscar IS made aware of the bomb threat. Tries to escape. Salem shows us how evil she truly is by getting one of her Grimm to target the bomb (or doing it herself with her magic). It blows up, killing the ace ops and a good section of the army around them. Everything seems hopeless. Oscar is now forced to use the Long Memory's power. When asked why he didn't do it before, he explains it was a one use thing and only a temporary fix to buy them time.

Yes! All of which (sadly) requires the writers managing their plot, questions, and expectations. Let’s lay out a few, potential scenarios real quick under the plot “YJR know about the bomb, but Oscar doesn’t.” 

Expectation: YJR will tell Oscar about the bomb 

Question: Is that at all dangerous? 

Answer #1: It is not

Result: They escape without repercussions, successfully rescuing Oscar before the Ace Ops destroy the whale 

***

Expectation: YJR will tell Oscar about the bomb

Question: Is that at all dangerous? 

Answer #2: It is. Salem, with her weird grimm powers, or simply being nearby, is able to find out about the bomb when Oscar does

Result: Salem destroys the bomb with one of her grimm/magic, killing the Ace Ops rather than her whale 

***

Expectation: YJR will tell Oscar about the bomb

Question #2: What if they’re not able to? What if they never find him to tell him this? 

Answer #1: Oscar is forced to make decisions without that input

Result #1: Oscar uses his magic unnecessarily, losing the group a powerful weapon in the process 

***

Expectation: YJR will tell Oscar about the bomb

Question #2: What if they’re not able to? What if they never find him to tell him this?

Answer #2: Oscar, unaware of the danger, is not inclined to move quickly, remaining in his cell, trying to fight Salem, etc. 

Result #2: Oscar dies/is injured like YJR originally worried he would be 

There’s a huge number of combinations here, with multiple more answers/results appearing depending on how characters react. (For example, Salem may decide on a course of action other than attacking the bomb.) But the point is that one thing feeds into the next. There’s a throughline we can follow, a cause and effect that makes sense not only for the characters’ personalities/knowledge, but also for the audience’s knowledge. Right now, we don’t understand why the group wouldn’t mention THE most important info on this mission. We understand when Oscar learned about the cane’s power/how to use it. We don’t understand why this power is different from what was previously established (time). We don’t understand what the consequences of this are. Thus, the scenario we actually got breaks down in multiple places: 

Expectation: YJR will tell Oscar about the bomb

Question(s): Is that at all dangerous? What if they’re not able to? 

Answer(s): There are no answers. The group simply doesn’t tell Oscar for unestablished reasons 

Result: Oscar blows up the whale with an ability no one knew he had, for reasons that were both unnecessary (there was a bomb, he could have been told about it) and confusing in regards to his motivation (did he know the blast would kill the whale/all the grimm? Was that the main objective? What’s the point of slowing Salem down now without a larger plan in place? Especially since this resource is finite. Was he trying to help Hazel somehow? What did Oscar intend to do?) 

Additional expectation, as established by the canon: Using magic will hurry the merge along

Question(s): Does this mean Ozpin will have disappeared after Oscar used so much magic? Or will Oscar no longer sound like Oscar anymore? 

Answer/Result: No... but that’s because the consequence is now “We have less of a power no one knew we had until now” rather than “I’m less myself now that I’ve used magic.” We were given a result entirely independent of the established expectation 

It’s like if Ruby, completely out of the blue, introduced a consequence of using silver eyes too much. “If I use them again I’ll go blind.” Then she uses it again, but instead of going blind she reveals that silver eyes are just in short supply now. None of that makes sense. Your scenario is GREAT, but we’d have to go pretty far back into RWBY to allow it to happen. Establish what the cane does and that Oscar has this information. Show us the scene where he’s informed about the bomb. Explain how Salem found out about it too. Establish that using the cane is now the last-ditch effort to stop the whale/justify using that amount of power now (or establish that Oscar is making a mistake). Explain why other horrifying scenarios (like Beacon) supposedly weren’t horrifying enough for this very convenient, get out of jail free card. 

RWBY re-writers face incredible challenges because so many of the problems aren’t volume-specific, but rather spread across multiple seasons, if not the whole story. Getting Oscar to a place where using the cane feels satisfactory requires revising a good chunk of his time on screen, not just what we’ve seen most recently. 

[theonceoverthinker]

1/3 Dude, like the semblance line is hurtful enough, but combine that with “But he wouldn’t let up… If Clover had just-!” This is Qrow’s (and CRWBY’s) rational for what happened? He reached for his weapon when Clover only stood up. Then Robyn was the one to raise her weapon and shoot first. Clover’s first response was defense. But Qrow attacks HIM! Then raises his weapon first when they land in the snow. Qrow broke his trust thrice over. Yet he has the gall to say...

2/3 Clover should have worked with him when Tyrian arrived on the scene? At that point, he had no reason to believe Qrow wouldn’t backstab him. Angry pun intended. Qrow had all the power to stop that fight, whether it be by talking, surrendering or fleeing via birding away. He CHOSE to fight Clover and when he knew he ‘couldn’t win’ CHOSE to team up with Tyrian to take him out. Which is 100% confirmed by the “I made a deal with the darkness”. Qrow consciously made that choice and he knows it.

3/3 My point is, the story is trying to bend over backwards to point fingers back at Clover. So on top of the toxic ‘Qrow just wants Clover around to use his semblance’, we also have this disgusting display of victim shaming and I am not here for it. Also, I apologize for coming into your inbox to rant. TL;DR Yes it sucks, I absolutely agree lol

(I might keep using this gif for hot takes -- between this ask and the one that preceded it, it’s quite fitting for the absolute truth you’re all spitting about CRWBY’s fuckery)

1. Trust me, I greatly enjoyed receiving this rant! All of this pain just feels a little better when you know that you’re not the only one feeling it, that you’re not insane or delusional, especially when so many try to make you think that you are so you’ll shut up. There’s strength in unity.

2. Angry puns are the saddest puns. All puns should be full of love and humor, and it breaks my heart that our situation deems an angry pun so appropriate. That’s nothing wrong on your end, angry puns just make me so sad. :(

3. This shouldn’t be news to anyone in our fandom’s neck of the woods, but nothing about 7X12 makes a single ounce of sense. I used to say that things stopped making sense following the moment that the pilot died, but you reminding me how Qrow’s behavior following Clover reacting to Robyn pulling out her weapon destroys that illusion, and I couldn’t thank you more for bringing that to light. 

4. You are absolutely right. This is by no means a ‘Clover was wrong, Qrow was right’ situation, and seeing it treated as such is just plain insulting to our intelligence. It’s as you said, Qrow had plenty of opportunities to end this conflict well before he decided to work with Tyrian and for some reason took not a single one of them. They writers wanted their good luck vs. bad luck fight and didn’t care what OOC gymnastics they had to pull to get it. I’ve been saying this since the episode aired -- they valued a fight over their character work, and now, rather than acknowledge that episode’s poor choice, they’ve resorted to victim shaming (When the fault really just bad writing) to retcon the choice into making sense, and like you, I am not at all here for it!

[spectralscathath]

*SLAMS FIST DOWN* YOU KNOW WHAT I WANT. "Taiqrow Mermaid AU" STAT!!!

Originally was being written for Taiqrow week before University and Internships hit me like a fucking freight train, this is set in my very specific Mermaid universe that I like (and want to write more shippy oneshots in because I Love Mermaid AUs).

So the basis on this one is that Qrow and Raven are pirates, and Tai and Summer are mermaids. Tai and Summer got fished up by the twins, who are witchborn changelings (red-eyed individuals with magic, in the twin’s case, their ability to turn into birds, Children of Salem the Sea-witch, and generally seen as omens). Basically, the pirates want to sell the mermaids, and the twins get a change of heart, let them go, and they become a bit of a ‘us four against the world’ quartet. With Taiqrow, of course, since that was the theme of the week.

Here’s a long snippet!

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Qrow scowled as the captain slammed the door behind him, leaving him in a tiny room below deck with a grumpy merman in a box. They didn’t want to waste any of the real crew on guard duty, so he and Raven got to be the expendable two. 

“Jerk,” he grumbled, wincing as Raven hit his arm. “Hey!”

“He kept us when our father died,” Raven scowled at him. “Show more respect.”

“Don’t you have a mermaid to keep alive?” Qrow sneered at her, giving her a shove back.

She rolled scornful red eyes at him and walked towards the other closet, where the silver-scaled mermaid was. He pulled a face at her back, his skin crawling at the sound of the closing door. 

Qrow grabbed a barrel and pulled it against the wall, sitting back on it as he stared at the wooden casket, large enough to fit a mermaid. They’d made them quick while they were still docked, same as how they made wooden barrels to store water. Qrow’s job was to periodically check to make sure the merman didn’t die in there, not before they could sell him.

He listened, hearing water sloshing inside, echoing the sound of waves against the ship’s hull. There was a faint scrabbling sound, before the lid was thumped on from the inside, the merman clearly trying to get out.

Qrow snarled and stalked over, pulling out the key and unlocking the damn lid so he could throw it open. “Will you shut up?”

The merman glared at him, teeth bared as his fin ears flared. His honey-gold scales covered his shoulders and back, his chest bare and tanned. The gills on his neck flapped, water sloshing around them. Qrow returned the filthy look. 

“Seriously, shut up. You’re gonna turn a ten day voyage into a nightmare if you keep it up, and if you break your damn hands that’s my hide they’re gonna take it out on. So can it.” He slammed the lid down and stomped back to his barrel, slouching against the wall and feeling trapped. He hated being below deck. He wanted to see the sky again, feel the air. 

The lid was pushed open, Qrow realising he’d forgotten to lock it up again as the merman sat up, looking around the dingy little room. He jumped back to his feet, scrambling for his key before he dropped it, the metal clattering on the floorboards. 

He cursed as he got down to find it, the lantern’s light not all that great for searching for things. “Fuck- where is it?”

“To your left.”

“Thanks.” His hand closed on the key as he picked it up, before he realised who talked. 

He whirled around, the merman resting his elbows on the side of his tub as he let his tail fins flop out the other side. The merman grinned at him, a blond brow quirking up. “You’re welcome.”

“You’re helpful,” Qrow snorted, trying to puzzle out why he’d even do that. The key was what kept him locked up.

But… even if Qrow couldn’t lock the casket, where was he meant to go? It wasn’t like he could walk up the stairs. Not with the tail. Qrow’s eyes were drawn to it, the translucent fins shimmery and delicate as water dripped off the edges. The merman noticed his scrutiny and flicked the end of his tail back a little, pulling it slightly out of view behind the box’s edge.

“So… what’s your name? I’m Taiyang.”

Qrow tore his eyes away from the fins and up to Taiyang’s face. “... Qrow.”

[lacependragon]

Your Qrow Walk analysis reminded me - Did...did you notice the sort of floaty, swaying animation he had like from 2:35 to 2:40? Because I noticed and maybe it's just me but I was DYING of laughter. I'm not sure what the animators were doing, but something in the frame rate of it just makes Qrow look like a game character waiting for the player to pick back up the controller.

I didn’t notice that the first watch through but now I can’t unsee it. That’s brilliant. I love it. I think they were trying to convey that Qrow is pleased at how excited and happy the kids/Jaune are, but it looks a little… odd. The smile isn’t quite right and he just sways between Jaune and Clover. Feels weird, yo.

Thanks for pointing it out!

[eeveeluzine]

Any news on how the eeveeluzine is going with production?

Only the best news :DThe test print prototype of the eeveeluzine came in earlier this week and everything was, somehow, miraculously perfect - so the full print run has been greenlit!The merch is in various stages of production, all looking good.Now it’s just a waiting game...

[littlemisssquiggles]

Your posts have been quite the joy to read! Following up on that Oscar post, do you notice how timid Oscar is with Yang and how she, in turn, is so hostile? When they first break into the house, he's actively trying not to look at her. And when Yang says "Anything to get out of this house" she's practically shooting spiteful looks towards where Oscar is standing and it's clear she's actually saying "I want to get away from YOU." Our poor farmboy needs some more love.

HelloJade!I see you’re a fellow Jolteon enthusiast, yes? Very nice.

I’mhappy to hear that you enjoy my posts. Thank you so much for reading them! Toanswer your question: I didn’t notice Yang’s displaced hostility, at leasttowards Oscar but I do get what you mean. The more I rewatch the scenes withthe QROWMBY from V6 C5, the more I feel terrible for Oscar.

The poor farm boy needing some love is an understatement.Have you ever been among people where things are clearly not okay but ratherthan admitting that tension to yourself and succumbing to the loneliness of itsreality, you do the opposite? You create this defence mechanism where you pushpast the tension and attempt to reach out. You do little things like trying tojumpstart conversations with certain members or volunteer to give a helpinghand even if no one asked for your help. 

You try to include yourself. You forceyourself to try and fit in again because it’s the only thing that’s keeping youfrom falling apart and surrendering to the depressive thought that no one mightwant you around. Oscar’s behaviour with the group this last episode made methink this. I was actually expecting Oscar to become more withdrawn from the team after C4.

However instead he did the opposite or at least tried to and that was actually sadder to watch.

Oscarin V6 C5 was like watching a triangle tryingto fit in among a bunch of circles. He probably feels very misplaced aroundeveryone right now but he tries his best to fit in even if it meant twistinghis shape to fit that mould, if that makes sense. Oddly enough, I would havemuch preferred to watch depressed and socially withdrawn Oscar because Oscar trying to chum up a bit toeveryone with most of the team kind of ignoring him was sad.

Do you realize thatthe only person who showed Oscar a shred of decent human compassion thisepisode was Maria. This is great because at least it’s somebody y’knowwhat I mean and I like the dynamic they’re setting up between Maria and Oscar here. They’re technically the two outsiders in all this so it’ll be nice to see them bond more over the episodes. The Adventures of Pocket Abuelita and her surrogate freckled farm boy nieto. . 

ThroughoutC5,I noticed Oscar doing his best to sort of make things less apprehensive betweenhim (not Ozpin) and the QRWBY, timidly approaching everyone in small ways.

When Qrow busted thefront door open and everyone went in on guard, so did Oscar. As adorably silly and downright frightened he looked, Oscar joined theothers because, by my presumption, he did because that’s what his teammatesdid. With the exception of Maria whose sass could probably cut adamantium,Oscar mimicked the other’s movements to fit in.

Toshed light on what you brought up Jade, I did pick up Oscar and Yang kind ofexchanging awkward glances at each other here. Poor Oscar, he looks so nervous.

Anyways, after the group shut the door like Maria insisted, we next overhearOscar making a comment about the study in the Brunswick household. From what Isaw, Ruby stayed behind in the front hall to eyeball the Brunswick familyphotos while Weiss and Yang checked the upper quarters for blankets by Qrow’sorders. 

As the scene progressed, I noticed Oscar follow Blake or at least hewent in the same direction as Blake did so I assumed she was the one hewas with when the study was found. Not sure what happened to Qrow. He wasprobably somewhere else in the house with Maria.

Sothis possibly left Oscar with Blake to join her in checking out the study.

“Looks like astudy or…a library?”  Mybest guess is that Oscarprobably asked this out loud to Blake as a sort of conversation starter for thetwo at the time. Unfortunately, he got no response from the Faunus girl. Thenext time we see Blake, she’s with Ruby.

So…not only did Blake not answer Oscar’s open question but I presumed she left himbehind in the study to go talk to Ruby instead. That’s what it looks like here.I know this is just my interpretation and I could be reading too much intothings. However, it’s still sad when you think about it like that.

Iexpected things to be awkward with Oscar and the group but this episode definitelyhighlighted how tense it is for him with the others. What hurts even more isthat I think things are even awkward between Oscar and Ruby a little bit. I’m probably going to sound crazy whenI say this but…I think what Qrow said to the two teens last episode may haveaffected their rapport a bit. Last episode, we saw Ruby approach Oscar whenthings were still kind of cool between them.

Howeverin C5…I dunno. Maybe this is just my misinterpretation here but I couldn’t helpbut get the strange inkling that the two sort of…drifted apart from each other in this week’s episode. I found it odd that when Ruby was alone, Oscar never took thechance to approach her. And when Oscar was alone, Ruby never took the chance toapproach him either. Hmm…ok?

Even when they’renear each other, things don’t seem comfortable betweenthem at all. Look at this shot here of Ruby with Oscar from last episode (C4). 

Now compare it to the show below it of Ruby with Oscar in C5.

It’staken from the part when Ruby makes the suggestion to go look for supplies andOscar kind of chimes with support for idea. I’m going to put on my Overthinker cap when I say this but, the expression Ruby gave Oscarhere bothered me.Here is Oscar flashing Ruby a smile and theface she gives him in response to that doesn’t look like a comfortable face. Shedoesn’t return the smile. She just looks weird. I haven’t seen Ruby look this weird nextto Oscar since…the day they first met and she didn’t have a clue who he was.

I dunno but the airbetween them doesn’t feel or look comfortable anymore. The one time, they dosort of approach each other this single short episode, it just looks awkward. TheRuby and Oscar interactions in V6 C5 felt bumpy to me in the sense that it felta strangely off at moments. It is especially apparent in this scene.

It’sthe scene where everyone is seated in the study waiting for Qrow to return frommaking his scout of the farm. Right after Blake kindly placed a blanket over ashaken Weiss, the shot is then framed so that you get a full shot of RWOMBY.

Inobserving this scene, I noticed something. Pay special attention to Ruby and Oscar’s heads in this shot. I know it’s difficult to tell byjust screenshots but I challenge anyone to go back and take a look at thisscene.

Inmy observation, as Blake returned to sit next to Yang, I noticed that as Oscarturned his head in her direction, instead of making eye contact with him, Rubyturned her head away prompting Oscar to glance away.

It’ssomething that’s veryshort. You wouldn’t even notice it at first glance and in hindsightit might not mean anything because this could just be my misunderstanding. Butit’s there.

WhenI noticed this, it actually stung. Because the last time Oscar looked inRuby’s direction, she met his gaze witha warm welcoming smile that made him feel at ease. Here, she doesn’t do that.She looks away. The camera isn’t focused on their expressions like last time sothat we can properly see their reactions but this angle fits because it’s mimicsthe tension.

Myfellow Rosegardeners, I hate to break it to you but I think things are a little weird between our two honest souls.

Oncemore, this is probably just me overthinking certain moments. I’ll only know ifmy assumptions are true in the next episode. Hopefully C6 would be much longerin duration with the chapters after that following the same pattern. I’m hopingthe next episode will provide us with more substance especially given the chiller teaserleft at the end of C5. Who knows? Maybe with luck, the next episode will beanother long, exposition and/or flashback episode.

Mariamentioned finding a story to tell the QROWBY before bed. I’m holding her tothat and something tells me that Maria’s story will shed some light on the Silver EyeWarriors. Perhaps it willbe the Shallow Sea fairy-tale since it’s the only one fans have yet to learnabout or see explored in the RWBY-verse.

And if my theoryabout the ShallowSea being a remnant of the God of Light’sFountain of Life and Creation whichis what created the First Silver Eyed Warrior then I think we’re in for a real treat next episode. But that is just myassumption. I’m also praying that next episode will provide some flashback onOscar’s past. 

I hope there’s a scene of Oscar possibly tearing himself awayfrom the group to go eyeball the Brunswick family photos. He then starts reminiscingabout his own family—perhaps he’ll recall a similar family portrait of hisown family taken much like the Brunswick’s. Maybe he even carries that familyphoto around with him as a relic from his past life.

Ihonestly hope being on a farm and in the houseof another family of farmers willspark some memories and maybe even homesickness in Oscar. As a Pinehead,I really would like for us to learn more about Oscar’s past because it’ssomething that hasn’t really been addressed since V4.

Wedidn’t even get to meet his aunt during his introduction. We got to see a full visualization of Ozpin’s past (well most of it anyways—we stillhaven’t met the King of Vale and Professor Ozpin again in his flashback). Itwould be really nice if we got to see a bit more ofOscar’s life. See more of what his home life was like before. Meet his entirefamily.

If I recallcorrectly, there were more barns on the Pine Family farm back in V4. Perhaps the Pines were likethe Brunswicks. Another large family who shared and lived all together on one bigplot of land that’s been in their family for generations. I wonder if Oscarlived with his parents, his Auntie Pine and possibly more aunts and uncles andmaybe even little cousins too.

Whatif…each family sharedthe family land and had their own farm house and barn. I always wondered whyOscar slept in the barn as opposed to his aunt’s house. At first I assumed thatmaybe it was out of convenience since he also worked as a farmhand and sleepingin the barn probably saved him time on the mornings. 

Now I’m wondering if it’sbecause that barn was the one owned by his family and it was the only thing ofhis that was left standing. I still want to stick with my hunch about Oscar’sparents being killed in a storm that took part of their farm. And if the farmboy had more family then this could spell him and his aunt being the only twoleft from their original family.

Theseare questions I want answered so…hopefully it’ll come in the next episode or so.I understand that not every episode of V6 had to focus on either Ozpin or Oscar. However…thelast three episodes were technically heavily Ozpin-centric especially Chapter 3. Ozpin got his fair share of focus. Ithink it’s time we got some on Oscar now. Not to mention, and I cannot stressthis enough, the QROWMBY ARE ON A FARM!

AFARM people! Come on! That has got to spark something for Oscar. I’m evenwondering if the study that the group were in will remind Oscar more of his aunt’s house.Ozpin did mention back in V4 that Oscar’s aunt had books. Perhaps her house had a study too in a similar style to theBrunswick home and Oscar will have flashbacks oftimes he spent reading in his aunt’s study or having stories read to him by heror his parents.

PerhapsMaria even reading the group a story before bed will make Oscar feel nostalgic because he’ll see his aunt in Maria. Now I’mimagining a cute scene of a young Oscar in the study of his aunt’s home and hisaunt announcing that it’s time for bed but Oscar insists on hearing a storybefore bed. So Auntie Pine obliges her nephew and tells him to pick a story forher to read to him. So Oscar curls up in a blanket next to his aunt on thecouch in front of their fireplace as she tells him a story.

Perhaps the story that Mariawill read to the group will be one Oscar heard a lot growing up. As a matter offact…what if…it’sone of Oscar’s favourite stories. Remember when Oscar first saw Ruby for thefirst time in V5 and he was mesmerized by her silver eyes.

NowI’m pondering something awfully curious. Perhaps…there is an old Mistralian folklore about a Silver Eyed Warriorthat Oscar heard a lot growing up and it quickly became his favourite story. Iknow the obvious connection between Oscar acknowledging Ruby’s silver eyes was theparallel with Oz from V1. But perhaps there wasanother reason that’s tied to Oscar him.

What if…Ruby had silver eyeslike the hero in Oscar’s favourite childhood bedtime fairy-tale that his AuntiePine read him a lot as kid? I think this connection could be cool if madecanon.

Doyou know what would be even nicer—if Maria picks out a folklore on the SilverEyes for her to read to the group and asks Oscar for some assistance in tellingthe story. But to Maria’s surprise, Oscar recognized the story from one heheard as a kid and ends up telling it on his own because he knew it by heart.After all, it was his favourite one. The Tale of the Silver Eyes.

I’dlove the CRWBY Writers even more if they gave us Oscar and Maria tag teaming totell the group a bedtime story next episode especially if it’s one that hintsat the Silver Eyes and it’s one that Oscar knows from his childhood in Mistral.Would totally love that!

ButI guess we’ll see how things go next time. I’ve rambled enough as it is.Apologies for the long answer fam.

~LittleMissSquiggles (2018)

[meek-minded-masochist]

So, for that prompt-thing, if you’re game for this, then I’ll raise you an interesting proposition: If I can get some Taiqrow with the prompt “Breathtaking”, you can totes throw a prompt back at me and I’ll write you a Taiqrow drabble in return. (I miss reading my boys… and writing my boys. Just. My boys.)

Qrow for most of his life had been of the firm belief that love was an exaggeration. It was one desperate or lonely party projecting needs and wants onto another, offering up empty or pointless compliments and promising things that would never come to pass. Mostly, he considered love to simply be the act of choosing to stay with someone despite all of the things you disliked about them, and most of the time, he stuck by that belief. But then, there were moments when maybe… Maybe Qrow wasn’t so sure anymore. They came at times like these, snuggled up in the warmth of Tai’s bed as he lie awake just to watch the other sleep. The morning sun was breaking through the curtains and spilling over the bed sheets to gently illuminate the blond’s face. It shone through the little sprigs of misplaced hair that curled so perfectly around his face and gave him an almost ethereal glow. He looked angelic, blissful. Qrow sat so still, so quiet for a long while, watching the measured rise and fall of Tai’s chest; it inspired a calmness in him that he had not known in so long. It almost made his chest ache with the force of just how much he loved this man.

There were other moments, too, that had brought on this feeling. They were never truly important moments, only little fleeting pieces of domesticity. Qrow smiled a little to himself as he conjured a memory of lingering in the kitchen doorway to watch Tai, his hands covered in flour as he kneaded out dough. He had had such a look of adoration on his face. He was proud of his prowess in the kitchen and more than happy to provide for those he cared for. That man poured love into everything he did, but especially the things he would do for his family. At the thought of family, the brunet’s mind wanders contentedly to another moment in which Tai had made his heart falter, tentatively fingering a stray curl of hair. He had just returned home for the first time in a few weeks when he’d spotted them in the front yard. He had perched on a branch to watch the two of them spar, a father teaching his daughter. Tai was firm in his way of teaching, but he was never unkind, never angry. Somehow, he found a way to be gentle yet earnest, even in regards to something as often cruel as combat. He had found a way to use his fists to teach, to create.

Qrow carefully let his fingers trail down over the other’s shoulder, ghosting gingerly over the curve of his bicep, thumb lingering to sweep lovingly over his tattoo. His gentle exploration moved his touch lower over the soft skin of his partner’s wrist to brush his fingertips over the blond’s calloused, strong palm. It brings memories, first, of watching Tai brush potting soil from his hands, seeing him carefully and delicately tend to the proud, charming sunflowers he keeps. His hands, when they don’t smell of kitchen herbs, often carry with them the scent of freshly broken earth, sun-kissed sweat, and flowers. Contrary to his gentle touch for plants, Tai’s hands were also incredibly strong, and it’s this fact that brings to mind more intimate memories. The lingering sensation of firm grips and confident touches makes Qrow’s skin prickle, sends a small shiver up his back. The times when Tai is comfortable enough to not be gentle, when his hands, rough and dizzyingly powerful, find their way pointedly to the bird’s neck to squeeze until the mantra of his name is raw and strained, carried on choked breath. He bites his lip lightly as he slides his fingers into the spaces between each of Tai’s. The hand under his twitches slightly under his touch, fingers curling up to reciprocate the gesture as Qrow looks up at the other’s face again. Those sleepy blue eyes are open now, trained on him and so full of love that it makes his chest tighten.

“G’mornin’…” Tai’s voice is tired and slurred and still rumbly from sleep.

Qrow decides that maybe sometimes love was painful, cruel, and short-lived. Maybe sometimes it was just mediocre, just people wishing they weren’t lonely. Sometimes love was just a thing you said to a someone when anyone else would have been just as good. But he decides that sometimes… Sometimes love was breathtaking.

[victorious1956]

Rules: Tag up to 9 people you would like to know/catch up with

Tagged by: @ironwoodprotectionsquad and @jadekitty777 so I guess I'd better pull my finger out and do this :)

Last Song: A Rainy Night in Soho by The Pogues is playing as I type this.

Last TV Show: Finished watching FMA: Brotherhood recently. It was both funnier and more horrific than I'd expected, but I enjoyed it very much.

Last Film: Encanto. What else?

Currently Watching: Amongst other things, season 2 of What We Do in the Shadows. Yes I am hopelessly behind and rarely watch TV when it's broadcast :D

Currently Reading: Lots of RWBY fanfic of course. The last book I read was Stormsong - the second part of The Kingston Cycle by C L Polk. The first part (Witchmark) I found very absorbing and this one continues the story well. I'm looking forward to reading the final part once Fair Game Week is done.

Tagging: apologies in advance if you've already been tagged for this @herami @gamingmint @glassesmcfancyhair @storyweaverkirea @anderazu @shadowdarkleonidascrusade @nightlilly0110 @pidgeonpostal @afoolforatook and please don't feel compelled to post if it's not your bag

[chiherahcreations]

I... don’t even know. 

This happened because of @jadekitty777 that’s all I can say xD

[itsclydebitches]

Someone might already mention this but freezeframe pictures show that Qrow actually transforms in that attack on the first guard - so he's tackling him with his full, human weight. I think we can safely take that to mean he doesn't keep his strength as a bird.

Which then begs the question, why do it? Both an in-world question of “Why risk injury by turning into a bird during an explosion? Why risk this secret coming to light?” and a writing question of “Why take the time to animate Qrow as a bird here? Why risk confusing the audience when we’re still waiting to see Raven?” Maybe this will end up being important later - more bonding with Robyn as she asks about the form? - but right now it just seems like an odd choice. I mean, it does look cool and reminds us that Qrow has this ability, but there are better places story-wise where he could have transformed... like any time during that arrest.

[theonceoverthinker]

Do you think it makes a difference to go back and retag any old posts as Fair Game or only if they are the posts you reblog on the first time?

To tell you the truth, I have no idea whether or not that would actually work within the week the post is made, but at this point, I don’t think it will make a difference considering the posts were all made prior to today.

Going forward, we must take caution to tag all relevant content as “Fair Game,” but I don’t think there’s a point in going back now and tagging them because they won’t count.

[spectralscathath]

Now give me: Silver Shamrock Gunslinger apocalypse AU

I was originally writing this for @ironpines because I know they love Silver Shamrock! Unfortunately Life happened but hopefully once my semester ends I can spruce this one up and finish it!

The basic premise: Wild West cowboys, but it’s also a post-apocalypse. I almost never write cowboy stuff so this is an interesting change of pace.

Here we go!

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James checked the body of the revenant, spinning his revolver’s barrel before deciding to empty the last two shots into the monster’s head. It was always best to make sure. He waited for the light to fade from the revenant’s eyes before he slid his guns back into their holsters.

He swung himself up onto his steed and clicked his heels, the right knee whirring with the movement as his horse set off. The west was as desolate as usual, endless empty plains that slumped under a cold moon, the desert’s chill seeping into his bones.

Not the usual place to find monsters, especially not in the daylight. Like the rest of the monsters that had ravaged the world, they tended to stick to the shadows, lurking in the cool of the night. 

He barely remembered a time before they’d become a plague on humanity, creatures once thought of as fairytales and folklore come to life. Personally, he liked to categorize them into two types. The ones that died and died again, and the ones that got turned, those ones didn’t have enough human left in them to die. The latter were tricky, smart, and full of surprises. 

He spurred his horse onwards into a trot, aiming to reach the barricaded town he’d heard was out here. He could hear the faint sounds of monsters in the distance, screams and roars making up a discordant melody that filled the night’s silence. He was used to the sound by now. 

There was an upside to the empty hopelessness of the plains, when he noticed a faint glow on the horizon, lights from a town that stood out against a starless sky. He leaned forward and gave Caliburn’s neck a quick pat, a silent thanks to the horse for taking them all this way. 

It was when he started up the next sloping ridge that he gave the reins a gentle tug, bringing his steed to a stop. There was a rider on top of the ridge, and it unnerved him slightly that he hadn’t noticed until now. 

He stayed put in the saddle, tipping his hat back slightly to give himself a better view. The rider on the bay horse inclined his head. “Not seen you around before, stranger.”

“I’m passing through.” Ironwood kept his voice measured, assessing the other man. An emerald pin and a badge gleamed on his chest, the latter marking him as a man of the law, his workman’s gloves bulky and thick. 

The other man raked his eyes over James, lingering on the guns on his belt. “Just going to have to let you know, unless you’re a keeper of the peace, we don’t take kindly to strangers packing heat.”

James reached into his pocket and pulled out a battered sheriff's badge, tossing it over with a gleam of silver. “James Ironwood, sheriff of Atlas.” He decided not to mention that Atlas no longer existed.

He drummed gloved fingers against the saddle’s pommel as he waited to get his badge back, the last remnant of a life ripped away from him. It was tossed back with a cocky carelessness that didn’t even register as an annoyance, the other man giving him a much friendlier grin. 

“Clover Ebi, I’m the deputy around the parts. You passing through Mantle or thinking of staying?”

“The former.” He couldn’t really think of any reason to stay. All he really wanted from life was to stay on the move, killing monsters until one got lucky and took his life. It was all he could do, now.

He had no one to protect.

Clover raised a brow and nudged his horse back towards the town. “I’ll escort you through the gates.”

“Much obliged,” he nodded in thanks, placing his star-shaped badge back in his pocket. He rode Caliburn over the rise, taking a moment to assess the town of Mantle. The town was situated in a shallow valley, a thin stream and abandoned train tracks crisscrossing through the buildings. The walls were tall and enclosed the entire town, though he could see a rather unfortunate gap in the barriers that looked halfway to being repaired. Outside the walls, a lonely little hill stood with a second wall built around it, grave markers visible inside. 

It looked lively enough, he could hear the sounds of people living their lives inside the high walls, quiet due to the late hours. He rode alongside Clover and glanced at the other man, noting the sawn-off shotgun and fishing rod attached to the back of his saddle.

Clover caught his eye and tossed him a toothy grin. “Been on the road a while?”

“You could say that,” he tried and failed to bite back a yawn, forced instead to hide it behind his hand. “Anywhere in town you recommend for a good sleep?”

“The Dragon’s Nest, guy named Tai runs it. He’s a nice fellow.” Clover’s eyes sparkled rather brightly, James noting that they were a rather unique shade of teal green. 

“I see. His prices are fair?”

“Fairest you’ll get.” Clover flicked the emerald pin on his breast. “If you’re planning on sticking around for a couple of days, how about you meet me for a drink tomorrow? I wouldn’t mind hearing about your travels.”

James deliberated over it in silence for a minute, weighing the risks. He couldn’t really think of any, aside from his general taciturn nature. He likely wouldn’t slip up and say anything he had no plans to say. He knew how to control his wayward thoughts. 

“Where will I meet you?”

“My favourite bar’s called The Gambler’s Hand, the Xiao Longs own that one too.” Clover tipped the brim of his hat to James, giving him a wink. “See you there.”

[lacependragon]

jadekitty777 replied to your post: I got some sleep, I am back, and I woke up...

I would /die/ if this got confirmed in canon.

RIGHT? Same!

[transqrow-moved]

i drew this for @jadekitty777‘s fic The Magical Number Seven, Plus or Minus One for the @qrowbang2020! you should definitely read it, it’s a fantastic fic and jade was a great partner!

[qrowbang2020]

Author: @jadekitty777

Artist: @transqrow

Rating: General Audiences

Category: Gen

Summary: They say growing up is never easy. For Qrow, it’s his only ticket to a better life. Yet, despite all the wishes he makes onto stars and all the dreams he envisions behind closed eyes… the truth is, he isn’t quite sure what “better” means.

It’s a good thing he has a lot of people in his life willing to guide him. Even if their methods are a bit unorthodox.

(Or: Five times Qrow has seen magic, and one time he showed someone else)