Extremely selective roleplay blog for James Ironwood. AU only until/unless cRWBY fix their bullshit || Mun is he/him, 3o+ || I follow from certifiedwerewolf
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Mad scientists will be like "I know a place" and then strap you onto the autopsy table
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"Well, you know..." He looked away, scratching almost too idly at his muzzle, and said, "I know how to play. You know, if that's something you'd like to learn from a teacher instead of out of a book..."
Once she stopped trying to guess and opened it, she would find it contained a starter keyboard: specially made for young fingers and small paws to navigate.
"I know you prefer your whistle and your harp, but I thought you might have fun with an instrument in our world." He shrugged, as if it was no consequence to him whether this was accurate, but his tail was bristling and twitching nervously behind him, a dead giveaway that he wanted her to like his gift.
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Once she stopped trying to guess and opened it, she would find it contained a starter keyboard: specially made for young fingers and small paws to navigate.
"I know you prefer your whistle and your harp, but I thought you might have fun with an instrument in our world." He shrugged, as if it was no consequence to him whether this was accurate, but his tail was bristling and twitching nervously behind him, a dead giveaway that he wanted her to like his gift.
"Yeesh, really taking after your old man with that thing," he said, dodging expertly over and around on his way into the apartment. Once he was inside, he set the box on the table. It was long and wide, but on the flatter side all told, and wrapped in cheery blue paper with snowmen adorning it.
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i'm obsessed with characters who are like "i'm a self serving piece of shit who never does anything that doesn't benefit me personally, and if anything goes wrong i'm out of there without a single thought about helping anyone else out of danger" *cut to them repeatedly sacrificing their own best interests to help the ragtag crew of misfits they've collected to help them pull off their criminal activities, just random strangers in need of protection, and small animals*
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"Yeesh, really taking after your old man with that thing," he said, dodging expertly over and around on his way into the apartment. Once he was inside, he set the box on the table. It was long and wide, but on the flatter side all told, and wrapped in cheery blue paper with snowmen adorning it.
"A little late for the solstice, but I'll be busy on Christmas, so I thought I'd bring your present by early." /Roman
"It's still nice that you brought one at all, even if the timing's off." Rossiel wouldn't have been surprised that the bakery was likely swamped this time of year. All the same, her tail wagged hard enough that it could be used as a very fluffy bludgeoning tool.
#it is not a red ryder bb gun but the box IS shaped very much the same#also rossiel has no way of knowing but his business has nothing to do with the bakery#it's of a shadier variety :)
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self-recognition through the other (concerned)
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"Thanks, honey. Now I feel bad all I got you was a dumb scarf." (<- knitted it himself) (<- he's not very good)
🎁 for Qrow this time
Inside the parcel for Qrow was a wooden box meant for keeping recipe-cards. The lid was burn-engraved with her mother's honey-cake recipe, exactly as it would have been made back in Arfda. She'd had guidance from her adults with the pyrography tool, of course, but it had been traced over Rossiel's own handwriting in her careful Tengwar.
A second copy of the recipe was on a card inside, this time in English with helpful notes on adapting the ingredients and equipment for what was more readily available in ordinary kitchens in Duckburg. The rest of the space was filled with wrapped candies in what she'd been told were Qrow-approved flavors.
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your freak-of-nature boyfriend that we locked up in a high security lab is loose in the fucking facility send help before he kills us all
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Hate it when cis people ask unnecessary and invasive questions like "are your experiments ethical?" And "where is that screamimg coming from?"
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#hazel vibes#'well my sister's dead might as well let an immortal witch queen with a goddess complex experiment on me so i can turn into a wolf'
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Boytoy but like he's a boy whom i toy with by cutting him open and studying him like a biology dissection project
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