#Chicks of Crows
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Some Gang Member: “Ah, keeping your son close to keep an eye on him? Making sure he doesn’t steal your empire out from under you? Take your title and reputation?”
Kaz:
Kaz: “He’s three.”
Kaz: “I’m keeping him close because if I don’t, he may try to eat a rock.”
Gang Member: “Gotcha, gotcha.” Big exaggerated wink. “Riiiiight.”
Kaz: “You do know he’s a real flesh and blood mortal baby, right?”
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Am I the only one who wants Alex Stern to meet Kaz Brekker?
#mother and father#two hot emo chicks#six of crows#ninth house#THEYLL RAISE HELL TOGETHER#wednesday addams is shaking#kaz brekker#inej ghafa#shadow and bone#kazbrekker#alex stern#galaxy stern#death fucks us all#no mourners no funerals
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I really love this Jinx t-shirt design. Fortiche really blended her League and Arcane version. They even gave her their crown logo.
#jinx arcane#jinx lol#arcane#league of legends#i also love the way the incorporated the crows#including yhe little chicks
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Escape From Furnace if they were birds
#bird art#birb art#fat birb#alex sawyer#escape from furnace#eff#eff this#raven#crow#the stranger#baby chick <3#artists on tumblr#fan art#my art#procreate
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it can’t rain all the time 🖤
📸 josh ankesheiln
#inked girls#girls with tattoos#tattoed babe#inkedwomen#asian chick#dark aesthetic#dark moodboard#adult model#the crow
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Family fluff for the owl and the crow. And a little bit of background.
Powder has a nightmare and tries to distract herself back to sleep with the mundane noises at the bar. Only it seems having a fright can make things a bit more hairy, or should I say featherd?
Feather-tales
Powder feels small, unable to do anything, of being too scared and confused to do anything. The air around her is red and orange tinted and chokingly thick. She can hear shots and screams, though there's no one to be seen on a bridge that stretches out endlessly. She reaches out for Vi's hand only to grasp at nothing and then trip over an unseen edge and fall towards the wine red water below. Her heart clenches, and she goes icy cold with fear. She wants to, no, needs to fly! But her wings don't come. She's far, far too young to change. Powder tears her eyes open as the icy water hits her, and the darkness surrounds her. Hiccuping and gasping for breath, she wakes. A nightmare.
It isn't long before the first sniffle and another escapes her. She sits up, draws her knees to her chest, and leans her head on them, hoping to muffle her crying. She's seven, she's too big to be crying over nightmares, or so she tells herself. Powder wraps her arms around her head and tries to do as Vander told her. Focus on what's there, what's real.
She's in her bed, the fabric scratchy and smelling of soap, a single crystal hangs above her head, glinting in the sliver of light coming through the creak in the door. Vi is softly snoring above her in the bunk bed. Focusing on the crystal, she tries to think of all the different colours she wants. Her breathing finally evens out, and she lies back down, closing her eyes only for dreads cold fingers to creep back in.
Giving up, she crawls out of bed and up the ladder to her sister. “Vi?” Her sister rolls towards her with a mumble, and Powder feels hopeful for a moment that she'll get a hug, and maybe then sleep will come again. And then Vi lets out the most horrendous snore and almost smacks her with a flailing arm. Her sister's too far into lala-land, waking her from a sleep this deep is close to impossible. Powder decides to pick up her blanket and huddle back beside Vi, her sister being there would at least make feel safer.
Back in her own bunk, she wraps her blanket around her like a cloak as she hears the noise from the bar quieting down but still present. Biting her lip, she considers another option. If Vander was wrapping up, maybe she could sit with him for a bit, and she could maybe have some sweet milk. Yeah, that'd be ok. Mind made up, she tiptoes up the stairs.
The bar is dimly lit, and half the lights have already been turned off. In one of the booths, three people remain. Hunched over a game of cards.
“What are you doing out of bed?” Vanders voice is hushed, a worry line forming on his forehead.
She climbs up one of the barchairs and fiddles with her hair, the ghost of her dream running its icy fingers up her spine. “Can't sleep.” she mumbles out eventually.
Vander rubs his beard as he takes her in. He must see something because all he does is give a thoughtful hum. “Bad dream?” She nods. “Alright, you can stay for a bit."
She slumps relieved onto the counter. While sleep sounds like the most horrible idea in existence, her body is tired, and staying upright is far too much effort. The mundane noises of card shuffling, a glass clinking and being set down, and Vanders soft off tune humming slowly lulling her back to sleep. Probably as he intended. Maybe it would be ok to close her eyes now.
With a deep breath, Powder relaxes, and it is at that precise moment that moment the door bangs open and she startles. Tumbling, falling from the barstool, the sensation calling back the icy water, reaching up to her. Only there's no cold. She's cradled in warm, large, dark hands, and she sees Vander looking over the bar with a panicked expression.
“Hey there, little one.” It's softly spoken with a warm tone to it. “Now little one, seems you've gone and shifted before you're meant to. No worries, it happens.” The man directs the statement both at her and Vander.
By the open door, a drunken man stands, takes in the sight before him, and with a slured "I really am plastered, can't be right..." stubles back out. Vander lets go of the breath he's been holding and turns towards the patron who broke her fall.
“Thank you, Wyeth.” Vander mumbles, he looks completely stumped, and why is everyone so big? Vander brows practically form a single one with how he’s frowning. It can't be good if he's doing that. Panic starts to take hold of her.
Wyeth chuckles. “It's not unheard of, but it is rare for a kid to shift. She just needs to calm down, and she'll shift back, the magic sometimes hiccups.”
“Hmmm.” Vander doesn't sound convinced. Wyeth carries on. “Inna looked up everything to watch out for when we had our boy. Sometimes, when a kid's dealing with big emotions, the magic sparks, and to keep them safe, they shift.”
Shift? She changed?! Powder starts flailing about her little wings buzzing and tries to shout, but all that comes out are a series of squeaks and peeps. Oh no, oh no! She'd wanted to shift in her dream, and now she has, but she's still too small, utterly useless. Her heart is going the rate of a hummingbird.
“There, there, little one.” The voice of the man holding hervdrops to a hush, and he moves a finger to pet her over the head. It is soothing. The warm hand feels secure. When she's calmed a little, she feels a quick bit of vertigo as she's gently handed over to Vander's hands. She curls up in them, not just secure, but the safety of familiarity as well.
“Cute fluffy little thing you are.” Another chuckle from Wyeth. His gentle demeanour helping her calm down. Breathing steady again, she takes in her situation again. Spirits, everyone's so big. A bird, she's a chick.
She must be cute, though, she concludes, finally calm enough to think again, as the other two have joined at the bar and are practically cooing over her. Vi would have such a giggle at that. Vander turns to her rescuer, with an expression that screams just how out of his depth he feels. “Did your boy ever shift?”
“Nah, the kid’s far too chill. He's about her age, so who knows, though? And he's usually far too busy tinkering.”
Now Vander is looking at her again. “A tinkerer, huh?” Wyeth laughs before speaking.
“You'll probably see him around, Benzo took him in as an apprentice a few weeks ago.” Wyeth looks to Vander and then the others before quickly settling the tab and ushering the others out.
Before he leaves, he tells Vander. “Maybe tell a story? Calms most kids right down.” Powder decides she likes her fall breaker because something to distract her would be nice. She peeps in what she hopes, and it sounds like affirmation. “A story?” Vander still looks as stumped as he was before. “Hmmm, let's get a bit more comfortable first.”
He sets about folding and tucking her blanket into a little nest and places her in it. It's comfy, and she nestles in. Vander quickly locks up and gingerly scoops up the entire nest and heads to his room.
Vanders room is fairly bare, one double bed, plain sheets, two pillows above the bed is a shelf, two books, a bottle of what she knew was better whiskey than what's in the bar. By it was an ornate ashtray and feather attached to a leather band hanging over the edge and gently swaying in the draft of the undercity from the open window.
From her new perch on one of the pillows, Powder tilts her head with an inquisitive squeak. “Ah sorry Pow, I'm no storyteller. Give me a moment to think.” He sits down on the side of the bed and reaches up, stroking the long black oil slick glinting feather. “Sometimes I miss your flair for the dramatics and telling a tale.” He tells it.
“Feathers…” He trails off. “How we got our feathers.” She cheeps happily and loudly for that. It's a good tale of how, despite Piltover's oppression, they have one secret, one freedom those Pilities will never know or have.
“Alright, alright. Message received.” He's looking less worried now as he launches into the tale.
“Once Zaun was called Oshra Va'Zaun the great harbour city, and it prospered. However, with such wealth, there would always be those for whom it would bever be enough. Greed led to tragedy.
For they had the people dig and dig and dig until the ground weakened until the banks of the river could no longer hold until the south city rumbled and sank.”
He looks to Powder to see if she's alright. She ruffles a bit and hopes her message of ‘carry on with it,’ is understood. It luckily is.
“As the waters flooded, many were swept away, the goddess heard the cries. Janna came down in a great gust of wind and pushed the waters back, but many were trapped. The only way out was the sky, and so Janna took the form of a bird in blue light. Abd all who had been trapped in the depths in that moment changed form. Where there were arms, there were wings, where there had been feet there were talons, where there was skin there were feathers. All changed to a bird."
She thinks to herself that her favourite bit is the blue light. There's magic to the colour and she too is blue. She doesn't notice herself changing back, too involved in the story for the moment. She crawles under Vanders arm and onto his lap. “And then? You have to finish the story!” It's said with a petulant pout.
“Yes, well, you're going to have to let me speak then.” He sounds relieved.
“So relieved was Janna that her gift had worked, she left the magic with the people of Zaun. And so angry was she at those who brought such harm they would never know the gift granted to the Zaunites, this boon was ours alone, to fly free to join her on the winds."
As he finishes the tale, Powder lets out a great yawn. She feels sleepy, and it's good sleepy now. She's already half dozing as Vander picks her up with a soft chuckle.
“Off to bed with you."
“Okay…” Another yawn marks the word. And then because she's curious, even through her exhaustion. “What was I?"
“I couldn't tell, but you were very cute. A little powder ball of fluff.” That has her giggling. Vander makes his way quietly to her and Vi's room. The door creaks open softly, and a moment later, she feels her pillow beneath her head, a hand run over her hair and her blanket settle over her.
She nuzzles into her bed, and through sleep-lidded eyes, she sees Vander look thoughtful. “I have some errands tomorrow, I'm dropping by a friend for some supplies. And it seems he has an apprentice now about your age, and he likes to tinker too. Would you like to join me?” That sounds like a nice idea. She nods bearly aware. The last thing she hears before drifting off is Vander whispering “Goodnight, let the good dreams take flight.”
Other The Owl and Crow stories.
#the owl and the crow#jinx#powder#baby powder#Vander#being a single dad is not easy#timebomb#hint#Zaun dads hint#all children take on the appearance of a precocial chick fluffy adorable#how did they become birds
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Johnny Cash - God's Gonna Cut You Down (Official Music Video)
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Even though I have listened this song at least 500 times, I never saw the video until today when it happened to pop up on YouTube.
Now I absolutely cannot get enough of it.
All those different people coming together to remember Johnny is just amazing. My only problem is I cannot name them all there are a few I just don't know who they are.
But I do know most of them
#johnny cash#amazing video#bono#iggy pop#dennis hopper#bob dylan#rick rubin#johnny depp#keith richards#flea#the chicks#sheryl crow#brian wilson#kid rock#Youtube#justin timberlake#amy lee#kris kristofferson
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Small things that make me very happy, a list of the absurd:
1. The fact that I can hear a roster crowing from inside my house, even though it's against zoning code. I love rooster crows. I love that I know of at least 3 flocks that have a roster within walking distance.
#also#i would do much rather great a roster crow in the morning#than my asshole neighbor who had a shitty car he'd just have idling long before dawn#shitty car because it's idle was a low pitch and loud and traveled through walls extremely well and woke me up at 3am more than once#also a zoning code that only allows for one half of a species is stupid#especially since the sexing accuracy rate is not 100%#so a bunch of people who were honestly trying to follow the law end up in a very awkward situation#especially since a lot of these people bond with their chicks starting from day one#so they don't want one of them to just end up in a soup pot after all that#well#that turned into a rant
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#goth aesthetic#2000s#old internet#old web#gifs#goth gifs#gothic#goth#gothic aesthetic#goth stuff#goth girls#crows#cemetery#romantic goth#goth subculture#goth style#goth girl#goth chick#alt#alternative
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you're doing important things. i'm planning on trying to teach a starling how to say fuck. we are not the same
#⌜❝ 𝚃𝙱𝙳. so long. good luck. goodbye. ❞ ⌟#he's a stupid impressive mimic#I must teach him words#I know he got his lady because of his repertoire#I like letting my merlin song ID run when he's around because it gets SO confused#I've heard him mimic the red tails. quail. ducks. a crow or maybe the local raven?#house sparrows and housefinches too#maybe a pheasant?#oh and the cowbirds#aaaand chicken chicks#the little peep peep
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Kaz, at the Crow Club: “Go ahead, Jordan. Tell Uncle Jesper what you told me the other day.
Five year old Jordan (Kanej son): “I wanna be a Stadwatch officer when I grow up!”
Jesper:
Jordan, continuing: “I’m gonna put all the bad guys away forever!”
Kaz: “As you can see, we’re in the middle of some very important talks at home.”
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@hcllwcnged UM WHAT IS THIS- ??
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Blinking. BLINKING- Oh, he's so alerted. Alert call? ALERT FUCKING CALL! "LUTE! CAWCAWWW-"
#//PEPsi pls#//it's too fucking earlyyy#//and yes the alert call is poorly done crow noises#//LUTE HELP MEEEE#//AND LUCI GET OUT OF MY INBOX BRUHHH I SEE YOU SLIDING IN THE DMS#//this is gonna be like white chicks and terry crews ISNT IT#hcllwcnged#crack'd out ribs ; //
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I just wanted to share this because it was making me lose my mind in the best possible way last night
#six of crows#more like chicks of crows amirite#anyways why is this compelling#kaz brekker#inej ghafa#kanej#Instagram
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Awooga || @thebananwithaplan
Here have another one I feel like showing you guys stuff
...I may or may not be planning on recreating the entire video
#thebananwithaplan#❛ general: mun art.#LISTEN....I HAD A VISION#i wanna put in little chocobo chicks where the crows and pigeons were in the og video#and moogles for the lil dog...fluffball...things. that or pryna and umbra#sO NOW I HAVE TO COMMIT#anyway i know it's literally one line out of the whole gif but i'm obsessed w how his bouncy lil flyaway came out#it's the little things#❛ ooc: inbox.
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please stop posting this image im begging PLEASEEE I THOUGHT WE ALREADY WENT THROUGH THIS
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