#flightofaqrow

[caeloservare]

@flightofaqrow commenting on

"Bad boy side? I take I should be bad at everything to fit in nicely then."

#flightofaqrow

[unlockthestars]

Kiss roulette // Accepting

@flightofaqrow asked: 🎲 Glynda

RESULT: 18. A kiss while laughing

While the two of them hadn't been placed on the same team, Qrow and Glynda had quickly found that, when the rest of their teams were busy, they could make for good study or sparring partners. And then they'd become formed something of a friendship, though it was quickly becoming apparent that there might be some feelings involved.

Qrow was unlike anyone she'd ever met before, and it was clear that he cared more about people than he was usually willing to let on right away, something they had in common. They both had people in their lives they needed to take care of, but they both wanted something of their own, as well.

There was just something about him that had drawn her to him…., and she was pretty sure he felt similarly.

They were parked out under a tree, going over the latest coursework for one of their classes when Qrow did a spot-on impression of their professor, prompting a laugh from the blonde. When Qrow started to laugh, too, Glynda used the moment of distraction to lean in close, pressing a soft kiss to laughing lips. It hadn't been planned; it had been a completely spur of the moment gesture, but when she'd seen him laugh like that…., she hadn't been able to resist.

#flightofaqrow #★ glynda goodwitch || answered ★ get out of here; i hate long goodbyes #★ glynda goodwitch || ic ★ it is your duty to uphold this peace #[You: I'm not going too far into the past] #[Me: BACK TO THE BEGINNING HERE WE GO]

[livestosave]

@flightofaqrow​ liked for a starter!

      Well. It had been awhile, hadn’t it?

     The Valish docks had never exactly been the most well-policed district of the city. If anything, they tended more towards the proverbial ‘red light district.’ More than a few brothels - legal and otherwise - could be found along the waterfront, and the bars and seedier inns tended to be old, rundown, and shady enough they remained shadowed in direct sunlight - a magic trick Ozma and he had spent several years trying to emulate, to no avail.

      Tonight, however, what had started as a nice stroll along the waterfront had turned to something quite a bit more sinister, as the headmaster found himself in an alley that came rather abruptly to a dead-end.

      Damn.

     Carefully, the man turned to face his small ‘following,’ which appeared to be one of the nastier gangs in the city, with both hands folded neatly over the top of his cane. Perhaps he should have taken Ozma’s advice that this was a poor time to desire some of the sea air…unfortunately for them both, Ozpin had never exactly had an abundance of common sense in such a department. Nor had he made it a habit to be easily swayed from such a course of action. Alas for Ozma’s patience, and his poor hip.

     Before the headmaster could even open his mouth to speak, however, he caught sight of a familiar flash of crimson, and a warm, soft chuckle escaped his lips as he tipped his head towards it, ignoring the confused and now slightly more-than-annoyed thugs. More than likely, Ozpin could have handled them himself, had the need arisen...with help, however? Should the need yet arise, he had no doubts whatsoever.

      “Were you following me, my dear Qrow?  Or has a stroke of good fortune brought you to me in my ‘time of need,’ as it were?”

      Fondness and warmth dripped from his voice, smile growing a bit as he turned honey-brown eyes to the thugs

#flightofaqrow #v: united we stand #t: flightofaqrow (01) #(I hope this works dear!) #(Oz sort of uh leaped for the chance tbh) #(If you'd like something else tho let me know and I can change it!)

[estarion]

( ever see a man so dashing & exuding of dark power that you just kinda stop and think ‘yeah. i’d start an apocalyptic rock band with that dude…’ )

@flightofaqrow

#flightofaqrow #👀 #[ i'm. looking respectfully ]

[vanilleneo]

@flightofaqrow: "i'm disappointed you dont smell like ice cream."

Confusion briefly flashes across Neo's expression, before it drops back down into her more usual irritable neutrality, snapping her fingers to summon the illusory words that hover in the air between the two of them like real-time subtitles: YOU DON'T EXACTLY SMELL LIKE A TREAT YOURSELF.

unprompted

#flightofaqrow #( answered ) / ☂ getting the silent treatment . #/ the way i wheezed when i saw this one

[scareqrowbranwen]

What class(es) did Qrow teach at Signal?

//honestly I always had him teaching combat classes lmao but also helping the kids design their own weapons as well and finding what works best for them as a subset of that!

#flightofaqrow #Qrow headcanon #//so Yang looked straight at him and went I want guns on my guns #and he went perfect go tell your father

[the-gray-maiden]

"how many do i need to send t'make this a private show instead (¬‿¬)?" yes, qrow's actually making the face.

For every (¬‿¬) I get my muse will remove a piece of clothing. (accepting)

"Well, maybe a few more with a please."

#damn lia #flightofaqrow #answered asks #sinday ask

[knightbcrn]

@flightofaqrow asked for: ☂️  for  a  weather  based  starter

Weeks turned to long months on the road, someone somewhere always needed a hand with something. Whether he was mending a fence or tracking down lost kids or fighting Grimm, a helping hand rarely went unappreciated. Especially out in Mistrali sticks. Communities were tight knit out there, but good folks wary of strangers would soften up for a friendly Huntsman. The last man he met– he’d only needed a little help with his confidence for his wedding day– warned him of the coming storm. He’d even offered to let Bryar wait it out in the barn! Charming fella, really, but Bryar had to decline his generosity. 

Foolish, he thought now as he strung up his cloak from a low hanging tree to keep the worst of the rain off his shoulders. Rain pattered softly on the deep green wool, splashing across cobbles left from some long gone glacier before his time. Verdant fields spread out to the north, and east, a creek far to the west where the run-off would drain, and the beginnings of a sparse forest to the west. Far enough from cities that the Grimm weren’t likely to bother him here, and if they did he’d see them coming. Even under ominous purple clouds the creek burbled and the wind was pleasantly cool against his cheeks. Not too bad a place to take shelter, all things considered.

Bryar closed his eyes. His breath was steady in his chest. His feet ached– and his knees too, a gift from his years spent on Remnant. Like the stiffness in his back when he slept under the stars and the streaks of gray creeping in at his temples. He wouldn’t give it up for the world. The dull pinch in his chest on days like today, when thunder rumbled overhead, he could do without. Up he went, taking inventory of his body until he moved to his surroundings. The smell of damp earth, the sound of water dripping from branches to stream past his makeshift tent. 

Footsteps?

Dark brows furrowed over lilac eyes as they flashed open. He hadn’t seen anyone coming up the road, from behind or in front. It was as if this stranger had appeared from thin air, like a spectre! Leaning forward from his shelter, he saw a soaking wet drowned cat of a man loping up the path. Not just a man– a Huntsman? Precious few outside one of their academies could handle the enormous, flat bladed sword strung across his back.

Raising his fingers to his lips, Bryar whistled a long high pitched note to alert the man of his presence. He leaned out from his shelter to wave him in, ghost or no he looked like he could use a little good fortune to get him through the storm.

#flightofaqrow #v; red like roses (2) #i went with first meeting just so we could establish something #i know 'shelter from the rain' is pretty stereotypical but i just couldn't help it! #let me know if you want me to change anything!

[hxntresses]

@flightofaqrow asked:

hellooooo nurse.

Fiona pauses before breathing a tired sigh, turning around to face the other. Here we go again.

"Hello to you too, Mister Branwen. How can I help you?"

#fi: so it begins #beacon's nurse // fiona (ic) #flightofaqrow

[littleblackqrow]

You may have answered this one before, but what class(es) did Qrow teach at Signal?

((I've settled on Qrow being mainly a combat teacher who taught an Elective course in Folklore.

Folklore might not seem like a particularly useful subject for Hunters, but these kids are taught how old stories sometimes are connected with traditional ways of mitigating Grimm, or hold old lessons that are useful to them as they travel. The course is also an introduction into languages and cultures across Remnant, which are going to be incredibly useful if they end up travelling in their career.

The folklore focus also allows Qrow to travel for his spy business. Academia provides a good cover for what he's doing and has the bonus of preserving oral histories in Remnant that might otherwise be lost.

He is going to lose his mind when RWBYJ tell him about the Ever After. That could be his PhD.

#flightofaqrow #headcanon #its been a while so this is a good refresh

[ileaverosepetalsinmywake]

😰, 👶, 💥, 😭, 🙎(sometimes lmao), 🤣, 🧒, 🛹, 🐣, ⚡️, 🗣️, 🍾, 😋, [FACE WITH PEEKING EYE],

how would your muse describe mine? (accepting)

😰 [ANXIOUS FACE WITH SWEAT] — anxious, 👶 [BABY] — childish, 💥 [EXPLOSION] — daring, 😭 [LOUDLY CRYING FACE] — emotional, 🙎 [PERSON POUTING] — grumpy, 🤣 [ROFL FACE] — hyper, 🧒 [CHILD] — immature, 🛹 [SKATEBOARD] — impulsive, 🐣 [HATCHING CHICK] — innocent, ⚡️ [LIGHTNING BOLT] — intense, 🗣️ [SPEAKING SILHOUETTE HEAD] — loud, 🍾 [BOTTLE WITH POPPING CORK] — rowdy, 😋 [SMILING FACE LICKING LIPS] — scatterbrained, 🫣 [FACE WITH PEEKING EYE] — shy

"Name one time I was grumpy and childish?"

#ruby put the shovel down #flightofaqrow #answered asks

[caeloservare]

@flightofaqrow literally tangled:

"I suppose they do." He wasn't judging Qrow for anything, but his reaction. Which of course was dramatic. Not that he expected anything else. At least it was funny to watch Qrow try to get tiny sparkly pin out. It looked like a butterfly with way too much glitter, which made it only more entertaining.

Truth be told, he didn't intend to pull this hard at Qrow's hair, but the pin was surprisingly firmly tangled. No wonder Qrow couldn't get it out either.

"Alright then. Take a sit and don't move. I don't want to leave you with a bold spot by accident." James gestured towards his office and the couch there.

#flightofaqrow #I wanted to leave Qrow space for reaction #since it's gonna take a longer while

[unlockthestars]

@flightofaqrow didn't ask for a thing but here we are

Yang sits down near her uncle, and for a long few moments, she doesn't say anything. When she'd been little, when both of her parents were around, she'd done what she could to try to impress her uncle, so that he'd stick around more…., until she'd had to grow up too soon, had had to look after Ruby when her dad…. couldn't, always.

So Ruby ended up being the one super close to Qrow. Yang had spent more time with her dad, partly because she'd also taken care of him some too, when she was too young to be taking care of anyone but herself.

But she still very much loves her uncle, misses spending time with him. It had been a long time since they'd done anything with just them…, and that thought makes her heart ache. She doesn't resent her sister for taking up more of Qrow's time…, but she does wonder how things might have been different.

"I know we're trying to prepare for the end of the world, but…..do you maybe want to…..spend some time with me?" she asks, offering Qrow a hopeful little smile. She's glad he's doing better…., and she is too…., and it would be nice to have a little family bonding time.

#flightofaqrow #★ yang xiao long || ic ★ i've got fire in my soul #[I said I was gonna write a thing with Yang and then I did not] #[and then I had this idea and ran with it]

[dietrauerweide]

✏️

@flightofaqrow

Willow: How many children do you have? Qrow: Biologically, legally, or emotionally? Because there is a difference.

#flightofaqrow #//Qrow is wild~

[damnbrosius]

@flightofaqrow

"Mmn. More of him, I see."

By which he means Ozma's magic. It comes out more critical than he really means it. Unlike the 'maidens', the signatures of this one weren't smudged with thousands of auras' worth of history, so this must have been a relatively recent forfeiture on the wizard's part.

"Sorry, sorry, I know I should have better manners. Call me Ambrosius."

#flightofaqrow #thank you for the follow!~

[livestosave]

James backstory plz.

Y'know what, ask and ye shall receive. And this ask is as good a place as any to put it! So here is a rough overview of James Ironwood's history (with links to his written-out major events on this blog)!

Please note: Much of the blog canon for this whole blog is interwoven with @brokenclockwork/@couplct, but many of those bits can be changed for the muses that are relevant.

So, let's get into it!

Early Life

James' bio parents were a traveling dust trader (mother) and a longshoreman from Argus. When they got married, his father moved to Mantle with his mother, and after failing to find work as a longshoreman, began working in the mines.

His mother traveled frequently for work, leaving James with his father.

His father was a wonderful husband, but a terrible father. Short-tempered and often frustrated from work, when his wife was not at home he was an abusive parent, emotionally and physically.

His mother died when James was about 3, and his life got much worse.

At about age 6-7, James ran away while his father was at work, living on the streets of Mantle until he was about 10.

By age 10, James was an accomplished pickpocket and small-time thief, never stealing more than he needed. He distrusted adults - especially men - intensely, and had developed the beginnings of his lifelong paranoia.

It was about then that he picked the pocket of Alfred Goodkind. Goodkind caught him, and made him a deal: go to pre-combat school at Atlas, and try to make something of himself, and he'd always have a safe place to stay.

Many shenanigans ensued.

Young Adulthood

James was admitted to Atlas' primary combat school portion two years early, at age 16.

His team was TANI (Tawny), and was made up of Teak Kirsche, Ash Amaranth, Mari Nuttall, and James. Teak was the team leader.

Near the end of second year, one of their final assignments was to track some strange beowolfs who had attacked some small outposts. The mission went horribly wrong, and James was the sole survivor. James crawled for just over a day with horrible injuries.

This event caused James to have his right arm and leg replaced with prostheses, as well as his spine, right lung, liver, and one kidney.

James continued to train as a huntsman, but he was not put on a team again. Instead, once he turned 18, he began training for the military as well.

His position as Goodkind's son certainly got him favors that he did not strictly earn himself, but his genuine prowess as a huntsman and eventually as a specialist got him very far very quickly.

Adulthood

By the time Goodkind retired (when James was in his early 30s), James was the well-accepted successor to the General's position, and enough of a well-accomplished huntsman to have earned the headmaster role on his own merits.

Made it a point to continue Goodkind's work on the treatment of faunus and the miners in Mantle. This earned him many enemies.

Due to these policies, there were several attempted assassinations on him. One of these was nearly successful, and caused him to get his heart replaced with a mechanical prosthetic.

He and Ozpin raise Atlas into the sky somewhere in his mid-30s. It was Ozpin's idea, but James was in full support.

#tw: abuse #tw: child abuse #Headcanons: Ironwood #flightofaqrow #(This will get linked on his muse page y'all I PROMISE) #(Annnd I will try and get his divergences done tonight as well) #(Can Liz speedrun a detailed divergence in an hour?? Stay tuned!)