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                     my boy doin good with the straight and narrow and then he gets a look from his boyfriend i have ascended

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Sooo, i wanted to do some kissing pose and ended up doing these two Hope you guys don’t hate me for this fair game fanart? I think something’s off about Clover but i don’t care  Well, this is it Maybe later I’ll draw my bumblebitches, who knows?

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keepin his heart safe 

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            this is gonna get a lil deep but hang in there cause it probably explains why i have had a very passionate but quiet love for qrow and his struggles in the show. tw for substance abuse follows:

            a not-so-secret secret: i’m a recovering addict. i say recovering still because, even though it’s been over eight years since i’ve used my drug of choice, you never truly overcome addiction. it’s always something that’s there. there is always this desire in the back of your mind that says ‘hey, remember what it was like when you felt numb?’ anyone who has had any sort of addiction, whether it be to something detrimental like self harm or heroine, or something as common place as caffeine, you understand that monkey on your back. 

          qrow’s struggle with his drinking has felt oddly real to me. i say odd because it’s hard to properly depict someone’s substance abuse because it’s different for everyone. there is no ‘proper’ way. but the whole ‘it gets worse before it’s get better’ bit is very true in a lot of cases.

          qrow drank, probably at first, to numb himself. but eventually, he drank because it was routine. it was something he became used to, and he did it frequently throughout any given day. it became a part of his identity, and he modeled all aspects of his life around drinking. 

           but, after oz reveals he has no known way of defeating their true enemy, the one person qrow has spent the better portion of his adult life trying to get the upper hand on, he spirals. the person he gave up most of his life for has been lying to him. it breaks him. his normal day-to-day drinking becomes day-to-day binging. instead of a few sips here and there, it was an entire flask at a time. he didn’t want to stop at a comfortable numb, he would rather just forget the entire thing. i truly, 100% believe, with his already established substance abuse problem on top of his sudden escalation, it would have killed him if he didn’t stop. 

           but between almost letting the kids get killed by the apathy and watching his niece become stronger than he ever was in the face of danger, he felt something in him break.

           giving up the ghost was not and will continue to not be easy for him. his hands will shake in the morning and at night - a reminder his body still wants a drink. he will struggle to recall moments he should have been there for. he will probably have to get some dental work done because the alcohol and acid abuse on his teeth has eroded some of them away to nothing. there’s a lot of people he wants to apologize to, and a lot of things he wants to apologize for. he will probably never get the chance, and he has to live with that without a bottle. he will have to tell himself, mentally, every day, ‘no.’ 

          but he is doing it and he will continue to do it because he forgot how much he likes sober qrow.

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            im gonna take a hot shower and scrub away shitty retail work and then get to those asks y’all wanted. if you maybe want to plot or thread lmk with a like, too.

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the ride back from the satellite site is long and boring, especially with most of the kids in a separate vehicle. there's nothing but an expansive tundra and a military drone driving their posh but secure armored truck, james sat between them. qrow has arms crossed over his chest, long legs propped up on the dash. as much as he tries to fight it, eventually corvid is leaning over as eyes close, effectively falling asleep against the general's shoulder. (for james (: )

         James was no more immune to the blandness of the tundra’s sights than any other man.  While mechanical parts could enhance his endurance, wear him out more slowly, they did nothing to distract his mind.  Still, a lifetime on the snowy continent had helped him get used to the exhausting drives, and he had long-since settled in to let his mind tick over his various objectives for the evening.

         The drive was long, and after awhile the familiar quiet seemed to…shift.  Or, something did, anyway.  Unable to immediately pinpoint the change, the general cracked an eye open, glancing at Qrow to see if the other huntsman-

         The general smiled, faint but gentle as he shifted minutely to give the corvid a bit more surface to lean against.  His shoulder was far from a comfortable place to rest, he was sure, and the least he could do was offer Qrow something a bit less focused.

         They had another couple of hours, he supposed…there was no harm in dozing a bit, maybe.

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       ‘hermetically sealed bird ass’

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           qrow just over here like ‘human intimacy? what’s that?’

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general hcs for qrow’s childhood/history:

he was born in a very old-fashioned, ‘traditional’ village between vale and vacuo. i’m talking super super old-school. almost like an amish settlement, with no modern technology; the people survived generations due to natural borders of a thick forest, and training children from young ages to respect emotions, and how to carry a weapon. 

birthing was done the old-fashioned way, with mid-wives and at home. marriages were usually arranged, and often took place before the ‘wife’ hit twenty-years-old. his parent’s marriage was arranged when they were both eighteen

his mother was nineteen when she became pregnant with twins

qrow was born second, raven is technically two and a half minutes older

while qrow’s birth didn’t kill his mother, his portion of labor was much harder on her than raven’s. it took him awhile to be born, and it left their mother incredibly weak

he was born without a sound. he didn’t cry, he didn’t whine, he barely moved. the village considered it incredibly odd, and at first thought he was a still-born.

he had a very prominent red birthmark on his left shoulder ; it resembled a crow and as a result, right from the get go, his village considered the twins to be a bad omen. they were expunged from the community, infants and mother alike. 

as an injured, weak, and inexperienced nineteen-year-old, their mother was ill-fit to care for the two on her own, though she did try. she cared very much for them

but eventually, she would perish while trying to travel to vacuo. 

qrow and raven were discovered by the tribe as infants in the wild. they were taken in and raised among bandits. it was the bandits that gave both raven and qrow their names, not his mother. 

he only knows the village he was born in due to his travels as a huntsman after graduating. he looks an awful lot like his mother, and after exposing his birthmark to an old midwive he met there, she informed him of the ‘twin black birds’ that sought to ruin their history

his mother’s name was frija. his father’s name was woden - he also passed but due to grimm some twelve years after he was born

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                  before i leave for my shitty job, a note: qrow doesn’t sleep well, normally. he’s used to being on long journeys and in different beds more often than not, and considers sleeping too long a liability in the field. even when he’s somewhere safe, it’s a hard habit to break. he likes to sleep, don’t get me wrong, he just can’t do so for longer than maybe two to three hours at a time. and he’s not above catching a few winks when and where he can.

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                    before i pass out it was sinday so uuuhhhh qrow finds inner thigh touching very intimate and 👌👌👌 like if you’re down there giving him a bj and take a second to nip inside his leg he will literally die

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I’m adopting some new children <333

Keep reading

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RWBY V7 | Ep 4 | Your mom, Summer, would be proud of you.

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You shouldn’t do that, you know. Ah, don’t worry, I gave that up. I meant deflect a compliment. Those kids wouldn’t be where they are without you. You’ve had more of an effect on them than you realise.

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Please let this Lil’ bad luck charm be happy 🥺

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tried to so some cool Qrow hair :)

(don’t mind the nonsense light)