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“I promise you, no one judges me more harshly than I do myself.”
Sue Monk Kidd (via fatesaved)
RP starters: Miscellaneous angst
content warning: suicidal thoughts.
“I shouldn’t have left you.”
“I’m here for you.”
“I’ll kill that son of a bitch who did this to you.”
“Please let me help you.”
“Oh my god, are you okay?”
“Don’t you dare to leave me, not now.”
“You didn’t deserve any of this.”
“Please tell me this is a nightmare.”
“Shh, it’s okay.. you’re safe now.”
“Why are you crying?”
“I can’t believe I did this to you.”
“I won’t let anyone hurt you again.”
“I don’t want you to die.”
“Talk to me.”
“I fucked up, alright? I’m sorry.”
“Where were you? I was so worried!”
“Stop saying you’re fine when you’re obviously not.”
“Seeing you like this hurts me.”
“I don’t want to live anymore.”
“Can you please just.. go away?”
“I’m worthless.”
“I’m sorry, please don’t be mad at me.”
“I’m going to die.”
“It’s nothing, I swear.”
“I don’t want to talk about it so just drop it.”
“Please don’t leave me alone.”
“Nobody would care if I’d just.. disappear.”
“ some people’ll tell ya it’s just nature’s way of kicking you in the right direction. i don’t really believe in all that. i reckon it’s just attraction, right? if you’re a good person you’ll fall in love with another good person. ya both like french fries and cheese; you’ll marry. it’s somethin’ like that. ain’t nothing too deep about it if you ask me. “
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"UNCLE QROOOOOOOOOOOW!!"
“ hey kid. “ a hand ruffles the soft darkness of her hair, messing the style until the strands cling with their static against his palm. “ been keeping outta trouble? i’ll be disappointed if ya say yes. “
QROW BRANWEN. independent roleplay account written by ica. est. october 2015. selective + mutuals only. writer is aged 20+ and male. blog will contain ongoing spoilers. DO NOT reblog if you are a non-rp blog.
Hell is loving you in my sleep and waking up alone.
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I am who I am. Your approval is not needed.
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hediad
“Nice weapon ya go there. Kinda ballsy to be carrying it out in the open like that, though. You might scare off some of the locals. And that’s the last thing you wanna do. Trust me.”
Seeing new individuals emerging from these pillars of light had become a fun little pastime for Dante. If only because the big wigs in charge had a rather.. negative view on them. With the sheer amount of unknown factors accompanying these mysterious visitors, demonic forces would more likely than not try to ‘deal’ with them should they seem as though they were a credible threat to their rule.
“Just gonna put this out there. This city isn’t exactly the most safe place in the world.”
“ And here I was thinkin’ I’d get lucky for once. Sheesh. “ The scythe clipped itself together, a self-solving puzzle within his grip, before the entire weapon decreased in height and shrunk to a mere half-sized blade. “ Bit of a contradiction, don’t you think? “ He added, all before leaning upon the handle of his blade as its edge dug into the undergrowth beside his foot. “ Do I risk my life all for the sake of scaring off some locals? Nah, I aint buying it, kid. What is this place? Don’t worry about scaring me off, I just wanna know whether it’s worth the risk. “
Surely nothing was worse than the catastrophe of his previous world right? Grimm running around like the whole world’s a god damn playground or something? Anyway, the city itself looked nice enough. The air felt far warmer than his previous peaceful island climate, so at least he’d manage to squeeze in a few minutes of tanning before the whole experience was ruined for him, right?

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" Q -- Qrow !! " She calls, gentle footsteps running, bolting across the concrete, leaving dust as the only reminder that she had existed upon the space she left. And she jumps, arms extended and grasping for the man's waist, tightening upon contact. " I -- I didn't -- I thought -- I d -- didn't know if y -- you were ever c -- coming back! I w -- was so worried, Qrow! "
He catches her, perhaps surprising the majority who would have assumed him to not possess that sharpness nor that affection fathers held. Though it is falsely half-hearted, her frame hanging from his as only one of his hands steadies her and keeps her from falling to the earth. He smirks, as he always does, as if nothing could hurt and nothing could stop him. As if the world was but a momentary landing spot and the wind sailed him to and from harm’s way. “ That’ll serve you right for worrying, kid. Hey, I’m fine. Look, everything is still attached. “
@hediad
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They never told me how painful it was to care for another. Sometimes I see you drinking from your flask like it’s your last, drowning in your sorrows, basking in your regret, and I want to cry. And it hurts, so deep in my core, it burns a path down my throat like I would imagine a drop of whiskey would, and I see your wrinkles set upon by age. I see the grey hairs that bloom from ebony gardens, see the years set in your eyes, and I want to wonder what the days were like when I could see happiness rather than despair. The moments I see you smile are few and far between, but even then, they do anything but make my soul sing in happiness despite the beam that glows upon my cheeks. Because I see something in those crooked lips, like I remind you of a rose once existent upon the planet, like I was a figure of your past swept away by a winter storm, like I was just another bad memory you wished to drown away in another swig of alcohol. Because I see the girls that call you uncle and smile by your side and I wonder if I could ever stand as such. I wonder and I bow my head, I resign to my fate and take my place as the one who is forgotten, that one who matter least. Because if looking at me brings upon memories of fallen adorations, lost comrades, then perhaps my place is anything but needed. Because the crows may sing their twisted tales but the does are left to fall to their song. Because I wanted to see you smile, never sob, because all you think of yourself is of a man who lost all but all I see is a man who deserves more than the world has given him.
BOLD any fears which apply to your muse. Italicize what makes them uncomfortable.
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the dark. fire. open water. deep water. being alone. crowded spaces. confined spaces. change. failure. war. loss of control. powerlessness. prison. blood. drowning. suffocation. public speaking. natural animals. the supernatural. heights. death. dying. intimacy. rejection. abandonment. loss. the unknown. the future. not being good enough. scary stories. speaking to new people. poverty. loud noises. being touched. sex.
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❝ i swear i hate you when you leave . ❞
You mirrored that trait, though hatred was an uncomfortable feeling, the word came to mind when you thought of your time apart from him. You lay that blame solely on your own tired shoulders.
Attachment was something you always… struggled with. Holding onto to something solid, putting yourself at risk of falling and tangling the lives of others in the process.
Close personal bonds were something you’d shed yourself of long ago. There was too much at risk in putting your trust in another’s hands. The thought still left an uncomfortable churning to twist your guts into a tight knot.
But you were foolish, and somehow he managed to phase directly through the barriers you’d put up around yourself and he wrapped a white knuckled grip on your heart.
And slowly, ever so ungracefully, he tore you to pieces. Your trust in him grew to outweigh your trust in any another, your concern for his well being was all consuming and he wandered your spare thoughts so effortlessly it was maddening.
You fell in love with him like the slow decay of an abandoned structure, not unforeseen and not unexpected but still destructive as it tumbled.
And you’d spent all of this time tiptoeing around the subject, neither of you pushing for anything more then the shaky unison you shared, fearful of collapse. You pushed him away at every chance you had, tried to force wedges and obstacles between you and yet he still remained.
You hated yourself for it. For a long time you left him in the dark of night, disappeared, fell out of touch. You left, guilty and afraid of yourself and the power of your own feelings. And it sickened you. Such weakness, such frailty. You hated that what scared you the most was falling in love with Qrow Branwen.
The man who stayed at your side through thick and thin, who supported you when others faltered, who trusted you whole-heartedly.
You were so tired of running from him. From yourself. From all of this, this disaster you created together.
❝ Somehow that doesn’t surprise me…. But I am never far from you. ❞
❝ And something tells me that will never change. ❞

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gives him a valentine's chocolate!
He takes the chocolate and rolls it within his palm, the wrapper crinkling as he does so. “ Thanks, you shouldn’t have though. I, uh, haven’t got you anything. I guess you can have this. “ In return, he hands the other a small bread roll. Delicious.
hediad
“Gregor confused as you are stranger, yes?” Gregor added. This central hub reminded him of the outrealms. Was it more or less the same idea? Gregor was drawn to a mysterious light that appeared just outside of Ferox. He brandished his winter gear and weapons and decided to venture into the glow of the light. Anticipating anything that lies beyond. What was before him was something he hadn’t expect
Between the lights and the endless sea of unknown and unwanted celestial complexities, Qrow had found another. Yet, whilst he did hail from a time when clothes were but statements of one’s wants and often their skills, he found the unusual robes of that larger stranger to be still a little jarring in his early stages of understanding the situation around him. He huffed, sighing a little before cocking a brow in amusement. “ Sure, if you wanna put it like that. Got any idea where any of these go? “