#reborngrimm

[unfcrtunatescn]

@reborngrimm​

“What the absolute fuckery is this?”

[eiiskonigin-a]

For years, Winter Schnee had perfected her mask of steel and ice, had played that part so well that she could almost fool herself at times. Fitting into whatever role was expected of her with ease. She should have been able to at least feign as if she was not losing her mind, as if panic wasn't eating away at her core.

But she was doing a terrible job of faking it.

The air around her chilled, despite the Vacuan heat, as a newfound gift attempted to numb her. Be calm. She needed to be calm. Vacuo did not have the same protections Atlas has ( had ) against the Grimm. There would be nothing to protect them but those children, who had fought enough. Somehow, she had become the last line of defense, and her mind was struggling to keep up with it all.

Be calm. Stay calm. Penny's dead. Calm down. Atlas fell. Stop. Stop. STOP.

Winter's eyes opened with a flash, staring out into the desert to try and focus on something, anything but her own thoughts for a few moments. Her palms stung from the pinpricks of fingernails digging into them, and itched for a fight to put that pent-up energy into. Brothers, help her.

The last thing she needed was a fight. The last thing any of them needed was something else being drawn toward the academy, towards the refugees, toward what remained of her kingdom and home. 

Better if she stayed out here, away from the rest, to deal with this on her own.

@reborngrimm

[littleblackqrow]

sleep (but the instead of art, interesting posts/headcanons, etc)

((Qrow sleeps with knives in easy reach, always. Tai and Summer might have convinced him to stop sleeping with a knife under his pillow at home, but its still very much there while he's on the road, and has saved his life a few times.

Ever since becoming a bird, Qrow likes sleeping with his face at least partially covered, kind of like how a bird sleeps with its head tucked under a wing. However, if he is particularly tired, Qrow just sprawls wherever he happens to fall.

Sleep has come a lot harder to him since sobering up. His brain has trouble shutting off without the aid of alcohol, which means that Qrow has pretty bad insomnia at the moment.

[starbornknight]

Closed starter for @reborngrimm! 

---

When Harry first saw the shadowy, furry, glowing eyed thing in the corner, he assumed it was Mab about to try to kill him again. There was never a dull moment in Arctis Tor, whether he was lifting more weights than he’d ever seen on a piece of work out equipment, or the Queen Monster Bitch herself was trying to bludgeon him to death. Of course she’d already tried that morning, with throwing knives, but maybe she was working her way up to expanding her schedule. 

He eyed it, cold energy forming at his fist and sending patterns of frost in spirals over his arm. It reminded him of a Malk, or a fetch, like one of those that had taken Molly years before. Dark fur, glowing red eyes, limbs all wrong, and enough claws and spikes to really ruin his day.

Maybe Mab plans on contracting out more murder attempts, he thought drily. “If you’re going to come at me, come at me, because otherwise I’m going to enjoy my sub.”

And if you do come at me, I’m going to turn you into an ice sculpture.

[erudite-rebel]

✫: Why you began RPing. ☁: Favorite part of RPing. ✽: Favorite season?

✫: Why you began RPing.

I kind of started years ago, I think I was like 14, then stopped for a bit, and started again one on one with friends when I was in the Marvel fandom. I just liked the connection of building stories together, creating things, talking over the process. Everyone adding bricks together, to make something big. I didn’t start tumblr RP until 3 (or 4??) years ago when I decided to just go for it and make a blog for Kali in Overwatch. 

☁: Favorite part of RPing.

Same as the previous answer, I like building things. I like taking a set rules and looking at all the pieces of the lego build by the creators and adding things on, tweaking stuff, seeing something new. I also like building little worlds with the people I write with. I want to make something and look at the end product and go yes, this. 

✽: Favorite season?

I am a fall baby. I was born in October and I’ll forever love that first frost in the air and the scent of leaves turning, and that look of a September sky over a golden field of wheat.

[crystqlclear]

she stops in her tracks, unable to shake the panic brewing from within her chest. it looks like she has just seen a ghost - or it might as well be. her logical mind can't fathom how on earth this was possible, and she's unable to form coherent sentences to the other before her. the scientist takes a tentative step back, flight responses telling her to run, but her legs refuse to move - she's frozen in fear. / @reborngrimm

[fadcdgold]

abatina, anemone, tulip

botanical headcanons

Abatina: Is there anything in life your muse has changed their mind about over time (due to becoming more educated on the topic, certain experiences, etc.), or that they would change their mind about under certain circumstances?

Let’s talk about the skirt incident. On Tai’s second day of his first year of Beacon, he was faced with a classmate he didn’t know how to deal with. Qrow Branwen was unfriendly, he was moody, he responded poorly to Tai’s attempts at friendship. Qrow reeked of different and no matter how much of a good person Tai thought he was or wanted to be, his worldview was challenged. When the opportunity arose for what he considered to be a bit of hazing he was quick to take it. Boys will be boys, right? Tai’s insecurity led him to convince Qrow that the skirt was a kilt and was part of the boys’ uniform. The fact that Qrow took it in stride did, in his mind, absolve him of any fault. Over the years Tai grew as a person, but he never did apologize--and even up to the events of volume four, he “did that jerk a favor”. Tai knows by now that what he did was wrong, but he doesn’t think it was that big a deal. If he were faced with consequences from it, or if Qrow were to ever admit how it impacted him, Tai would find that lost apology pretty damn fast. It’s just that if that’s a problem.

Anemone: How does your muse view the world: as a cruel & unforgiving place, a land full of wonders, or something in between? Where does that world view come from (what experiences, life lessons, etc.)?

Whatever chance Tai had at thinking the world was a land full of wonders was gravely wounded when Raven left and finished off with Summer’s death. He does not, however, think the world is cruel and unforgiving--at least, not entirely. It’s safe to say his worldview lies somewhere in between. Tai believes the world is full of beauty and that wonder can be found in the smallest of places. Raising two girls has helped him keep a grip on this view, as he taught them to appreciate everything from the tiniest seedling springing forth from the soil to the thunderous roar of a mighty waterfall. He also understands that the world is a terrifying place full of cruelty the likes of which he can’t fathom. Tai wants to be an optimist. He wants to find the beauty in life. In doing so, he can’t forget what lurks out there, creeping ever closer to snuff out anything good.

Tulip: How does your muse view people in general?

Tai is a people person. He believes people are inherently good and will make morally good choices if given the opportunity. This man is the type to have a backyard barbecue and invite the entire neighborhood. While he understands that people are capable of doing terrible things, he’s of a mind that these choices that hurt others are a product of environment and circumstance rather than true evil.

[jinxedcrow]

@reborngrimm said: 25. The glow of snow at night   // Accepting

“Well, looks like we’re stuck here.” Qrow swiped the snow from his hair, slamming the door behind him. Sleek black shoes squeaked on worn hardwood. He didn’t spare the monster a glance before heading to the window.

Palms braced on the chilly window sill, he drew wine red eyes over rolling fields of snow. Fat flakes still fell on the dusted tundra outside.The world was washed in grey. The sun was still hours from rising. And yet inexplicable silvered light still filtered through the window. Behind him, footsteps echoed through the drab house-- too heavy from the familiar tapping he remembered. Fingernails dug into the wood.

“It looked like this,” he muttered, sparing a glance over his shoulder. “D’you remember? Did you get any of his memories?”

[clockwork---heart]

“ i’m the one with the power this time ” @ tyrian

“You think you’re the first to receive Her Grace’s gift?”

Tyrian sneers it while whipping his tail around to proudly present it, with bone plates and a beautiful golden stinger at the end. Although the pain that flicks through the air is clear, even if he does his best not to grimace.

“I’d say we’re evenly matched now!”

“Would you like to go for round two?”

@reborngrimm

[reallifejedi]

@reborngrimm sent:  "What is this thing you have all over your house? Some kind of-" Clover wiggles behind Butters' couch to inspect one of the many little openings the human has all over his walls. He pokes one claw into one of the openings, with the intent to pry the plastic off and peer inside, but a shock runs through him and the fae shoots out from between the couch to the opposite corner. He bares his teeth at the couch, fur puffed up not from aggression, for once, but the electric shock the human's wall had delivered him. Who knew humans had such defensive measures built into their dwellings? It wasn't even magic!

---

He was used to Clover poking at everything he owned by this point, and providing explanations whenever it was required. Apparently Clover had found something else to fascinate himself with, which wasn’t enough to distract him from the game he was playing.

At least, until the TV went dark and the breaker box snapped in the hall about the same moment Clover shot out from behind the couch like a furry cannon ball.

“What did you do?” he hopped up, angry he’d been so far from a save point, when he saw the static ball of fluff Clover had become. “Did - did you stick something in the electrical socket?”

[rosecutt]

  @reborngrimm​ - Yet again, my love for Dandan is restored.

[littleblackqrow]

Name one line in the sand your muse has. Tell us one way someone can go ‘too far’.

((Qrow is not above theft. He's not opposed to it, especially if its like. Stealing from an insured business, or stealing from someone who clearly has extra money. Qrow's line is if his crime is going to noticeably harm someone. A person with Schnee or Marigold money is not going to notice if they're diamond jewelry or their wallets get stolen. The jewels are almost certainly insured, and whatever cash they're carrying is quite literally pocket change.

Someone in the Arc-Cotta household, though, is probably going to notice if $50 goes missing. That's going to potentially screw them over.

I will caveat this and say Qrow has no qualms fucking over people that annoy him. If you've reached that level of annoyance, though, you probably deserve it.

[starbornknight]

@reborngrimm went 💨!

---

“You used to trust me, you know.”

Of course, that was a life ago. 

Before deals he could never unmake, before paths he couldn’t turn away from.

It might also carry a little more weight if he wasn’t ready to defend himself, his staff at the ready, his blasting rod close at hand, but it wasn’t his fault he was being threatened by an entire Entmoot.

“I haven’t changed.”

[courtclover]

ironcharms for the ot3 👀

20 Somewhat Important Questions for OT3s

Who sleeps in the middle? James has even bigger pillow sized tits than Clover. He sleeps in the middle, Qrow and Clover sleep so good. 

Who is the best cuddler? Qrow. Qrow will find ways to slip himself into spaces and laps when Clover and James are busy with work. 

Who gets hurt the most? Qrow via misfortune I think??? 

Who acts like the baby? Clover. He wants kissy. pls gib kissy

Who teases the others the most? Qrow has two Atlas Military boyfriends to annoy 

Who proposes? James, I believe. 

Who is the most protective? James ‘shelter you in my arms’ Ironwood.  

Who is the closest to the child? (Whether it be a fur baby, scale baby, or human child.) Qrow, if they have children. Clover, if they have a dog. James and Qrow, if they have a cat. 

Who gives the best advice? James gives the best motivational speeches and Clover has the best advice when it comes to dealing with people on a more personal/one on one approach. Qrow disregards them both. 

Who is like a therapist? Winter and Ozpin maybe?? 

Who sings B and C to sleep? I can see Clover singing to Qrow & James just to be romantic and charming, but I think James has a voice that’s divine uwu 

Is the relationship healthy? i honestly can see it both healthy and not so much 

Do A and B have a stronger bond with each other? Or do C and B or C and A have a stronger bond? Or are A, B, and C close together [equally]? There is no denying Qrow and James have known each other longer/worked together and have a relationship (exes, lovers, enemies however you want to think it) and I really think Clover is the glue here. Clover is in the middle, holding James’ and Qrow’s hands and is smiling and is like “I just think my two bfs are both neat :)” and that’s how ironcharms works in my mind for me lmfao 

Who can be trusted to be left home alone? James and Clover. 

Who cries the most? Qrow, I think, but James can pour emotions out too when in a very comfortable and secure state 

Who is the softest? Qrow

Who is the shortest? CLOVER I LIVE FOR IT I LOVE IT HERE 

Who is the tallest? J I M M Y 

Who likes cuddles the most? James, I’m not wrong. 

Last of all, who sings terribly in the shower? none i refuse

[erudite-rebel]

Plotted Starter for @reborngrimm! 

---

The tide was never really slowed since the Fall. Wave after wave of Grimm, with at best only days between them to rest, had left both Vale and the one time Royal Palace a ruin of what it was. It broke Barty’s heart to see it.

His family had ties to that castle, of course. Historians and curators and archivists and librarians all had looked after the castle grounds that had one day become Beacon Academy for time out of mind. It felt fitting that he didn’t leave, that he lead the charge along with the Headmistress.

Deputy Headmaster, he thought. Never in his wildest dreams.

The lull between attacks was what brought him to the ruins now. A few Grimm were about - creeps, beowolves, small nevermores - but the Kingdoms defenses were doing better now that they’d had time to adjust to the new normal. 

He moved quickly, darting between buildings, with a goal in mind. Ever since the fall he’d been coming in on short recovery missions. There were artifacts he needed to get back - books, old weapons - for the curator. And even more importantly, there was a vault full of things he’d gathered over the years for Ozpin to remove to a safer location. 

The sound of footsteps, more even and humanoid than he’d like, made him pause silently at a building side, eyes narrowing and grip tightening on his weapon. There shouldn’t be any huntsman patrolling this deep, and no one would be so foolish to do so on their own unless, like him, they were trying not to be seen.

Quiet as he could, Bart moved low to the ground trying to spot whatever it was he had heard moving in the area.

[disgrimm]

  The great Immortal Witch... Sammel..  @reborngrimm​