#glyphblade

she’s looking to make sure no one else is around before she kisses him.

          he grins, oddly smug as if he’s proud of himself for convincing her to give him a kiss despite the lack of actual work he did. he leans into it, humming a soft, contented sound against the specialist’s lips, hands resting at her hips in an attempt to keep her in close.

SHIPPING - Accepting! - @glyphblade

1: Jailbirds: Robyn x Qrow is one of my bigger ships for Robyn and I will go down with it. I feel they both can understand each other fairly well, even though they haven’t known each other long. But seriously, I love them. Plus, they both give nicknames. Come on if that’s not a good sign.

sex and romance headcanons

🍬 Is my muse a sub, dom, or switch?

( OKAY BUT CINDER AND STIZZA BEING ABLE TO BOND OVER BEING RARE FAUNUS AND WATCHING OUT FOR ONE ANOTHER ONCE SHE SWITCHES SIDES )

     OOF. well, growing up it was pretty rough, because any kind of emotional openness or vulnerability was considered weak and he was punished or ridiculed for it. qrow was incredibly soft as a child, beginning with things like crying over the animals that the tribe hunted for food and wondering how the people they were robbing were ever going to put their lives back together; even something like empathy for other tribe members was frowned upon and vehemently discouraged. naturally this didn’t stop him from being empathetic in general, but rather just stopped him from outwardly expressing and talking about it, which inevitably only made him very repressed and angry as a teenager. then he went to beacon!!

     qrow was an asshole when he first got to beacon and bullied pretty much everyone that crossed his path with everything from verbal ridicule to actually physically kicking their ass (or trying to and getting fucked up!), which he believed thanks to the tribe was the best way to train himself to stop giving a fuck about anyone other than himself. summer, however, learned to see past that in the time she spent with qrow and helped him address his aggression and eventually encouraged him to feel and embrace his empathy where he’d always been told it was a negative trait, and she really helped foster that and all of the other, softer parts of qrow that really helped him mellow out as he navigated his schooling.

          situational awareness born of a longstanding and persistent paranoia is far too heightened not to notice the specialist as she approaches him even from behind, ears perked and hackles raised in the brief second it takes him to recognize winter’s footfalls, the smell of her perfume. his posture has relaxed considerably by the time she winds her arms around him, even more so after the fact, carmine hues falling half-lidded and eventually completely closed in a slow blink, hands finding hers around his waist and curling gently around her wrists.

she may or may not have kept afton’s present a secret this whole time, wanting to surprise him with it when he wakes but she leaves a long, black box at the foot of his bed with a folded note on top of it. the note reads,  ’ i wasn’t sure what to get you, but i thought these might be a good start. i’ll be back with breakfast soon and tonight, i’m making you dinner. happy birthday. — w ’

inside the box is a navy blue jacket she had made specifically for him with sherpa lining the inside and a few hidden pockets for his weapons or ammo. in the corner of the box is a new whetstone and honing oil for his sword, along with some dust rounds for his gun. just a few things she knows might help.

he wasn’t dumb. he knew she was planning something, just didn’t know what. he was too busy with his daughter to really go snooping, and besides, that was rude, right? she had spent the night - he expected to see her there, when they woke up, but she was already gone. huh. 

yara at the entrance to his room, peeking in, looking with a knowing grin at the box. he goes to open it, and reads the note, before anything else. he folds it again, neatly, and begins going through the box. the coat was... very nice. warm. practical. the whole box was all practical gifts, the best kind, in his opinion. yara giggles mischievously, leaning over him as he sits on the floor.

“a’right, smartass. in the kitchen. she said she’ll be back with breakfast.

c’mon, yar.”