#thread: dcstinythief

[icevvitch]

@dcstinythief - Let Them Eat Cake

A beautiful wedding on Patch preceded what Winter could only describe as matrimonial bliss. After making their promises to one another in front of their closest friends and family, they drifted back into their life together seamlessly. 

At least, until the day came where there was but one piece of their exquisite wedding cake left. Winter was reading at the dinner table, her plate had long been empty of her dinner but she was enraptured by the current series she was reading.

And then she heard it, the fridge opened and the familiar sound of plastic wrap being peeled away alerted her to the crime currently taking place in her very kitchen. 

She locked eyes with Qrow, who looked absolutely guilty with a smirk on his lips and a challenge in his eyes. Winter’s eyes flickered to the last piece of wedding cake sitting on the counter.

Winter calmly placed her bookmark within the pages and set the book aside, “I hope you realize what a grave offense you are committing, Qrow Branwen.” Her voice was deadly serious, she pulled out her best Specialist Schnee voice just for the occasion. However, as well as he knew her, he could most definitely seen the playful edge to her eyes and her lip twitch as she had to keep herself from smiling.

He was unperturbed, his eyes glinting, and she knew he would not give up without a fight. Very well, it would be a battle for the ages. 

Nearly without warning a small gravity glyph appeared between Qrow and the counter, propelling him backwards, away from her precious last piece of cake. It was deep, rich chocolate cake with vanilla icing, for Brothers’ sake! In short order she launched herself over the table and tackled him out of the kitchen and into their living room, grappling against the rug they’d gotten as a wedding gift. 

[courtedclover-a]

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send ' ¥ ' for my muse to give yours a command. they must obey.

“Oh, Raven.” 

Clover smiles sweetly for the Queen. His loving gaze warm and tender for such scarlet eyes and soft black hair. 

“Turn around, hands behind your back.” 

He’s been wanting to do this for some time now. 

[icevvitch]

@dcstinythief​

Winter was long used to long treks through the trees, while she had quickly gained a level of rank during her first year of her military career, she had not yet reached very high. She had still worked on the ground regularly, while, say, the Special Operatives were deployed to specific missions over reconnaissance. 

Keeping up with Qrow was not the issue, her Aura adapted quickly to the unfamiliar woods that seemed natural at his feet, but that she felt herself listening especially intently to all of his lessons. And her responses were far from purely academic, jabs and banter were indeed traded with regularity. Winter had a hard time keeping her expression professionally cool and collected as she strove to be. Too often did her lips curve upwards in a smile at him, did her fingers come upwards to cover her mouth when she laughed. And all this from an extended hunting lesson, it just occurred so organically between them. 

She found herself glancing over at him as they set up their camp, noting how the light from the flames he brought to life danced across his features. Why was she so hyper-aware of him? She was frustrated with herself as pleasant warmth was dashed across her cheeks when he caught her once.

He had asked her a question and she heard it but forgot she needed to respond, she had completely spaced out. Unlike her. He looked at her expectantly and she was glad the light was dim as she rushed to answer as the dinner Qrow had caught for them roasted over the fire. 

“I have learned a great deal from your instruction alone, you are a surprisingly good teacher, Qrow.” a teasing lilt to her voice more natural than it had been with a rare person before him. 

He kept rotating their dinner over the fire, but she never doubted his focus on what she had to say. It was refreshing, “I am quite ready to attempt hunting for myself, I do enjoy lectures but practical learning has always come more natural to me.” While Winter did succeed in academia and theory, it was not without great effort and focus on her part. Combat always came more naturally, learning by trial and error, through what was happening, appealed to her over theory and  what could happen. 

Her mind flashed to her sparring match with him, she had learned so much from getting her ass kicked. Their dual matches had hung in her mind for days after, she wanted to be able to match him one day.

One day? When would that be, then? She pushed that thought away as she instead focused on her task. Tomorrow, they would eat what she caught. Winter was excited by the new challenge, always bolstered by a thirst to prove herself. 

[caeloservare]

Once Upon a Time

@dcstinythief​  |  plotted fantasy au we all waited for >:3c

Being roughly pushed into the tent isn’t a good start, but James has enough reflexes even in full armour to shift and avoid landing on his knees. Oh no, he’s been humiliated enough, he is not going to kneel before these thugs. He might consider it once he’ll finally get to meet the Queen, but he’s not going to let those coarse bandits think they’re anywhere close each other’s ranks. He straightens back and keeps his head high, sparing barely few cold glares around, before focusing on the woman who apparently holds the role of the officer for this mess of a company.

James locks his eyes with hers for a longer moment, before clearing his throat and brushing some dust of his dark blue shoulder cape. He sets it back in place over the shoulder plate, smoothing wrinkles, so the white Atlas emblem can shine proudly with entwined silver threads, saying quite clearly whom he is. All of this wasn’t necessary and in his also quite clear opinion, shoudln’t have occured.

“I am James Ironwood, messenger on behalf of the King Isa of Atlas and general of his army.” He falls silent. Here should go some more formalities and “it’s an honour” or “a pleasure” phrases. Well, it isn’t.

“I have a word for your Queen. Alone.” He keeps his gaze locked on the red-eyed officer. What on earth makes them think that he’d talk with any of them? Especially after humiliating parody of a greeting he got - it could easily count as getting captured in the woods, when he took a short stroll away from his escort. What kind of alliance it is, when huge Atlas crest didn’t stop them from being hairthin away from regular bandits? Good he had enough reason to reluctantly defend himself without drawing the sword. It would end up with casualties he’d rather avoid.

“If you can point me where to find Her Majesty the Queen of Branwen Tribe, I would be grateful. I request my sword and helmet back” he informs coldly, “and let me my way. The matter is quite urgent.”

[courtedclover-a]

Favorite Musings Challenge!

As writers, we’re usually our own worst enemy. However, there are times where we just read over something we wrote and acknowledge “Oh...that’s good.” and you may or may not end up restructuring the whole reply to fit that one line just cause it was so good, and you spend hours trying to make it work haha...ha.

Anyways, go through a few of your threads/replies/drabbles/any piece of writing you got. Pick out 5 of your favorite lines that you’ve written for your character(s), and in turn tag 5 (or however many others you want) to do the same!

Repost, don’t reblog. And I’m linking my threads to where these lines came from but you don’t have to do that!

tagged by: @hopeandharmonizing

tagging: @jinxedcrow @dcstinythief @littleblackqrow @madeunbreakable @brokenclockwork @silveredruby @stormflowerhonor @grimmreborn @scareqrowbranwen @caeloservare

1.

A fiercely loyal heart can never beat again and teal eyes blink with a new color, glowing with gold in the darkness. A limitless amount of energy is coursing through Clover’s veins, restoring the rhythm of his pulse and breathing life back into his lungs. 

Clover Ebi is alive again. 

2.

There’s not a tundra owl or a bunting who makes it this far out in the cold and Clover doesn’t know what to make of what he saw. His uncertainty makes him touch his lucky pin. 

Let it be a good omen.

3.

“Sorry,” Clover whispers. He isn’t. He continues his sweet barrage of kisses and he pulls Qrow closer before nuzzling his face against feathery locks of hair, drawing in the scent of familiar smoky pine.

“Qrow.” Clover speaks it softly outside his ear.

“Are you happy?”

[courtedclover-a]

HOW I RUN MY BLOG(S).

SPEED:  slow af! anybody who knows me i get distracted easily and respond a whole hour later. i am shy. like i don’t usually begin conversations or join group chats. i’m sorry ;;u;; 

REPLIES:  slow af! i am highly critical of my writing. partners, the replies you get have probably been rewritten maybe two or three times. i want to give my best effort. i am not fast.  

STARTERS:  you never have to ask permission to write me a starter! if we’re mututals and our muses have interacted before and you got a funny or cute interaction idea you wanna do, just write it out and tag me in it, maybe even message me about it and i’ll love you for it. i honestly love it. you want me to write the starter instead? ill do it. do you want a long starter or a silly single sentence one? i’ll do it. again, i don’t often start stuff because i am shy but just message me first and 100% guarantee i want to do it or your money back. 

INBOX: you never have to ask me permission to send in unprompted asks or prompted asks. if i ever send a meme in and you think it’s inappropriate, makes your muse or yourself uncomfortable, or it doesn’t work for our muses, or you can’t even think of a way to respond it, you never have to answer it. often i forget what i send after i sent it. no hurt feelings honestly. 

SELECTIVITY:  semi-selective. im not canon divergent, which is by choice because i like pain and crying. my muse is dead and everything i write on this blog is on the timeline ‘before episode 12′ and if he’s alive pass that for a thread, its an au verse that most likely we discussed. i’m sorry. im just so uncreative to think of a ‘he lived’ blog verse. i’m sorry. 

WISHLIST:  so much. i literally made a witch verse for no reason. like there is literally nothing about canon clover ebi or rwby that can be like ‘witches exists’ but the mind works in mysterious ways. 

HONEST NOTE:  how am i writing this muse, you ask? i don’t know. im just here to thirst and cry over clover ebi. all it takes is a question. ask me about my verses. ask me for a thread. ask me for anything. i really want to hear what you want to do or your train of thought. tell me how you think our muses could work together. tell me about it. i am so uncreative. trust me. 

TAGGED BY: stolen from @littleblackqrow

TAGGING: @jinxedcrow @dcstinythief @silvcrphantom @teamxstrq (no pressure! only if you want to!) 

[courtedclover-a]

❤ + your choice

send ‘ ❤ ’ + a url & i’ll write positivity / what i think abt them 

my choice? then i’ll talk about how amazing @dcstinythief is because holy cheese. have you read stat’s threads? their writing style? fcking amazing. they wrote me a starter once and i was in my car doing the wholesome jim reaction meme like hand to my forehead at a total lost of words. ive been so blown away. their raven is SO GOOD. i never gave her thought after the events of the volume 5/6 but stat has made me fall in love with her. i honestly don’t know anymore whether my muse loves her or i do hahahaha 

stat is also soooooooooooooooooooo sweet. i love talking to them. i wish i wasn’t a coward. i wish i wasn’t an awkward turtle. i want to talk with me about our muses. i  wanna hear all their headcanons for team strq and mercury and the branwen twins parents. i want to hear it allllll but idk how to ask so i just SOBS!!!! 

stat is so wonderful and amazing and im only a simple potato girl OTL