#Crow AU

[sneakysnekoden]

birds are together now

am I going insane or this is just crow au brainrot affecting me....

[enemalcrow]

Exposing the mysterious shadow.

From my Crow au in which Akechi is stuck in the Metaverse for years before meeting the Phantom Thieves… When they convince him to go back to irl, he’s… a bird 🐦‍⬛

[the-shotce-newsletter]

Ok so that Crow!Simon au that I started is now becoming a Crow!Soap au. Big surprise after this hell week, fuck you Activision.

It’s actually being written, but like, it’s going to be a one shot instead as the whole idea gets flip flopped. 🤔 maybe I’ll eventually write both.

[pronusespinosa]

What if… two animal mascots…? And they were roommates…

I got myself an iPad and procreate and now I’m unstoppable…!! Still learning how to use everything though 👀

[thediktatortot]

I just had a idea:

Billy and Eddie hit it off really well when Billy first moved into Hawkins. Neither of them were able to hide each other's affections for very long either, falling into a hard and fast type of romance that both of them were having a blast in, having the time of their lives and didn't plan on stopping any time soon.

Then Billy dies in the Starcourt mall fire and Eddie's drifting and no one knows why. It's why he fails highschool for a second time and has to push everything to the side long enough to help Wayne pay the bills and keep his weed habit paid for.

Then Eddie comes face to face with the very evil he's been told took down Billy, took Billy away and snuffed him out like he was water to a flame. It's all stacked against him though, his heart, his life, his luck.

Eddie's taken from them too and so goes the last person who knew about the secret love that Billy could have given them.

------ The Crow AU (Hold the Crow Familiar)------

Billy doesn't know how he's breathing, but he's taking in sharp bursts of breath as he crawls up from rubble that had apparently been dozed over him, fingers breaking concrete and bending bars in his struggle to make it to freedom.

He's filled with a rage he can't seem to let go of and it fuels him to break himself out and into the open air. He's in an abandoned work site. He's hurting though, a fiery pain seeming to radiate through his body simply because his mind is telling him that's what he should feel. He has to look at himself to see there's nothing wrong. It still feels like something's there, like his bones are just at the cusp of breaking beneath the weight of something heading his way.

He's confused and disoriented but the longer he walks the more small bits of things come back to him. He remembers fire and bangs of light that make his heart race and he can remember the sound of glass breaking and his sight leaving him for just a while, his legs shaking lightly as though he's close to passing out.

He also remembers crying, remembers searing hot pain all through his body as he struggled to breath through the oppressive heat of the air around him.

Billy's whole body thumps into the front door of his house when he tries to open it, staring at the handle for a moment before realizing his key didn't open the door.

There's also a car he's never seen parked in the driveway, a flowery mailbox that wasn't there before, and below his feet there's a doormat that says "Welcome to our House".

It takes Billy a few moments of looking at all these details before he turns and walks away, now heading down the street to another house that he remembers in his head. It's a trailer Billy remembers, run down and dimly lit by the warm light swarming with moths that he had sat in front of on many occasions.

The smell of weed and cheap beer on top of the smell of recently cooked burgers comes over him as he remembers looking up at that light, making some comment about turning it off and someone replying in a tangy sounding voice that sends shivers down his spine.

This is a good memory.

Billy wants more of that, but the haze of pain and fire clouds his thoughts as he makes his way down the dark road towards the trailer in his memories.

It's dark when he gets there, the police tape surrounding the neighborhood having been ripped down and there's no lights on coming from inside the trailer. There's police tape there too, blocking off entrance to the front door and surrounding the property in broken waves.

Billy makes his way inside slowly, the police tape breaking against his stride as he steps into the trailer and shuts himself inside.

Something happened here, Billy can feel that, stepping on the moist carpeted living room as he feels a sense of dread building up inside of himself. He looks up at the dark stain ripping through the ceiling of the trailer's inner walls and it's like he can watch it happen with all his senses.

He is Chrissy Cunningham, he is also Vecna watching her as he claws into her mind and into her most vulnerable memories and claws her mind away like meat from a shell.

He hears screaming, so much screaming and he can't tell if it's himself or Chrissy or Eddie-

Eddie. Eddie. Where is Eddie?

Billy stumbles away from where Chrissy was ripped out of this world and into the hallway, dragging mud and dirt along the old carpet floors as he stumbles into the bedroom at the end of the hall.

It's like being shot over and over, the memories of Eddie crashing into him one after another as both the wide smile of his goofy grin and quick energy of Eddie's personality is quickly over imposed with blood and the sound of shrill cries.

He is both the Demobats and Vecna, watching as Eddie is mowed down by droves and picked apart one flap of his wing at a time.

Billy cant scream anymore, his voice raw and broken as he falls to his knees in the middle of the trashed bedroom and cries. It hurts so bad. It hurts like nothing else Billy has ever experienced, he had something good, something happy and fun and it was all taken away from him, taken away from Eddie.

And now Billy's here and Eddie's gone and he can only imagine how it felt for Eddie to loose Billy. Did he cry? Did he feel such a gaping loss as though it was a cavern inside of his chest that would never get shallower? Was the thought of getting up and trying again just another painful drag of the claws of sudden loss as bad for Eddie as it is for Billy?

Now he's angry.

The rage Billy first felt as he struggle to open his eyes and claw his way from the rubble is back and the only thing Billy can't think about is revenge. What left is there for Billy? His life is gone, his only connections are gone, the one person who had given Billy the time of day to show his true self is gone.

What would Eddie do?

Probably put on a show, turn up the music and say 'fuck it' as the world fell down around him.

Billy's already on his feet and moving towards the bathroom, opening and closing draws until he finds what he wants and dumps out a old box of shitty gas station brand makeup he knew Eddie kept for his gig nights.

It's ridiculous but Billy feels like he has to do this, has to find some thing that connects him to Eddie as he sets out on his mission. It'll be his mask, his own performance like Eddie would have cheered him on to do.

It's not perfect and it's smudged around the edges but Billy can't help but stare at himself in the dark bathroom mirror after he's nearly smashed the pencil liner between his fingers.

He looks ridiculous.

Eddie loved ridiculous.

With a wide grin at the mirror to himself, he feels like he can feel Eddie with him, the smell of his hair next to his face and the tangy voice of his telling him to embrace chaos and he's gone, dipping out into the night to enact his chaotic plan of vengeance.

[morroodle]

Au where Morro is a crow that can talk. It's still him and his voice but he's stuck being a crow. He still tries to be big and scary and cause problems for the ninja but all he's really capable of is screaming and biting their fingers. The ninja think its funny and treat him like an asshole pet they cab talk to while Wu is very distressed about the whole situation. Morro steals his tea because he thinks it's funny.

[west-tokyo-incidents]

The crow is back. Sitting on the fence right where he can see her from the window.

She makes the trip every so often. A couple times a week. Odd, Paresse thinks, that she never brings other crows. If he recalled, they lived in family groups.

But the thought is fleeting as he gets some of the seeds he's set aside for her and walks out into the crunch of frost under his boots and greets her on his fence. She gives her little chirring noise and eats before hopping onto his shoulder.

She stays there while we works to clear snow off his water tank and makes sure it's not frozen. She stays there while he dips into his greenhouse to check on his plants.

The door doesn't slam behind him, it has a little felt cushion where it used to crack so loud it reminded him of a gunshot.

The crow pecks at his hand when he reaches to stop her from nibbling on a leaf, but stops nibbling.

It's important, the work he does in the greenhouse, but so practiced he barely pays attention to what he's doing. There's a pile of scrap metal in the corner that catches his attention, though, and he considers it. He's wanted to make a new planter for a while.

He bends down and starts pulling out sheets of metal and examining them.

He counts through the amount of screws he has. Not enough.

"Damn. I'll have to scavenge for some more." He mumbles before putting the metal back. It's too cold to go out and find any wreckage close enough to town that hasn't already been picked clean.

At least it's not a necessity.

While he's bent down, he scowls. He feels a draft. After some searching, he finds a hole from a mouse of some kind. Lovely. Have to patch that up. Well, if he didn't have enough screws for a planter, he could use them for this.

He turns and his knee sparks with pain.

Ah. Maybe tomorrow.

"Damn mice."

He finds something to lean on as he pulls up his pant leg, readjusting his brace before beginning the trip back inside.

He would almost forget the crow on his shoulder, if she didn't start crowing right in his ear.

"Aaaah, you damn bird, what? What is it?" He turns and doesn't see anything at first. He scans the fence line a second time as she continues her racket... and suddenly sees it. A white owl blending in so perfect to the white mountains and grey sky beyond the fence.

It has an eye peered open, glaring at the crow.

"Oh. Hush, it's just an owl, let 'em sleep." He reaches up and scratches at the crow's beak, but she pecks at him and flies to the fence, continuing her cries.

He gives a sigh and looks at the owl, then back at his black feathered friend.

"Alright, your problem. I'm going to go sit down before I fall." He throws his hands up and makes his way back inside, closing the door behind him and muffling the sounds of avian smack talk.

It continues for a while, and he ignores it. Part of him is concerned about the crow, an owl is far more equipped for a one on one battle. But he can't justify getting up. His knee hurts far too much. He must've slid on something when he turned and twisted something.

He lets his eyes close. A nap would be fantastic right now...

...

And as are most of his days for the last of the year. The nights ever lengthening, the cold ever lasting. The winter solstice comes and goes, he doesn't know when.

The owl visits regularly now, too. Must be enjoying the mice, he thinks. The crow even ignores it, usually, now. He's learned that it only has one eye and absolutely refuses to be approached. Fair enough, he relates to that.

Uneventful, otherwise...

Quiet, as he likes it.

The distant hum of machines and the giant mechanical rings that dwarf the mountains never move, never have any variation. He's long since ignored them. The hum may as well be the same as the noise of the earth, it's been around for so long. The rings' slowly fading and rising lights as curious as any other star in the sky.

He does sometimes wonder about them, when he's blessed with down time that's free of pain or exhaustion.

... but, he's got other concerns most of the time. Repetitive, agitating, downright enraging concerns.

Like the fact that meat has gone up in price again. It's only been a few months. Maybe it's the new year. Maybe it's left over from the price hike during the holidays.

His jaw may as well be steel with as tight as he's clenching it. Teeth made of diamonds to not crumble under the pressure.

He grabs a slightly smaller pack of meat.

"You could try hunting."

A voice startles him and he drops it. He turns with a growl on his lips, though it dies when he sees a familiar figure. Her pretty brown eyes and colorful garb muted in the buzzing fluorescents above them.

He eyes her and straightens up, but his annoyed expression remains, "Look, I'm a cripple and a vet. The last thing I need is to spend hours in the snow with a gun. ...Again."

"What about--"

"Snow. Cripple." He glared, "It's only by the grace of good opiates that I'm not in a wheelchair." He turns and grabs the pack of meat again, turning her back on him.

"I'm just trying to--"

"Help? I've had enough of that." He starts moving, "The hell does a vagabond want with a soldier, anyways?"

"...But you're not a soldier any more..."

Wait. He pauses and looks at her. She keeps talking, but he's not listening. She's a vagabond. It's been months.

"Why are you still here?"

He catches her mid-sentence.

She almost chokes on her words and stutters, blinking, "I-I'm sorry, what?"

"Why are you still here? You're a vagabond, aren't you?"

Her decorated fingers start playing nervously in the tassels of her shawl. She looks around. Her eyes fall on a camera and she mumbles something.

"What?"

"Not here." Her eyes flick back to him, "Can't talk about it here."

"..." He sighs, "Then it's none of my business." He starts to walk off. And she doesn't follow him.

...

A large coat made of rabbit furs and weaved fiber optic cords shifts as one bright blue eye sees the Crow exit from the building. She is the Owl, curled up against the cold under a tarp propped up by spare car axels and poles scavenged from wreckage.

Nearby, working on something in his arm, the Weasel curses. His parts are half strewn out across the ratty couch cushions and car seats out of the wind.

The Owl looks over to him, "What's wrong?"

"I need a smaller wrench. Can't get this bolt loose."

"...Sorry."

The Weasel looks up at her, "Look, we'll get back to our stores soon, it's not your fault-- Hey, Crow." His eyes flick past the Owl and land on the Crow.

She nods her greeting.

"What's wrong?" The Owl repeats as the Crow slides in to sit, herself.

"No luck with your paramour?"

"Fuck off, Weasel." She gives him a side-eye as she gives him a shit eating grin, but she can't give a rebuttal, "I guess he just doesn't like people."

Owl made a sympathetic noise.

"He's a veteran apparently. Explains his limp, I guess."

"Did you give him the screws?"

"Left them on his car. He didn't see."

"Crow..." The tone in Owl's voice is one of disapproval, yet understanding.

"He's going to know."

"That's the point!" Weasel whined, "Come on, Crow. You can't just keep on with him as a bird. We're stuck here anyways."

Crow leaned back, "And why not? I get it, y'all want me to be happy and shit, but I think this is just a dead end. I can just keep visiting until we manage to get out of here--"

"Fusataro--"

"Don't." She glares hard at Weasel, "Don't you fucking dare."

"...sorry."

...

Paresse stared at the small plastic bag on his hood. It's a shoddy thing, the zip top is broken, so it's tied with a piece of wire with a feather sticking out of it. And inside is a bunch of random screws, likely from a scavenge trip.

He is hesitant to pick it up, but turns it over in his hand when he does. He looks around, but there's no sign of her.

Why would she put this here?

[hauntingyourself]

Actual-demon Kaz is just the hatman

[jaysbraindump]

Dead Boy Detectives but make it Scooby Doo

[sketchy-noodles]

Well I *was* trying to work on more Minecraft crows… but instead I drew out a silly little comic of Phil giving a Basalt Delta Crow a bath 🧼

Poor buddies,,, As their name implies, they’re from the Basalt Deltas of the Nether, so they’re covered in ash & soot 24/7. Meaning, they’ve never actually seen what they look like without all that powder covering their bodies.

[sneakysnekoden]

crow AU pile

not sure if I can post butts here but we will see...

[bluegiragi]

bag of tricks

early access + nsfw on patreon

[meraki-sunset]

Homestuck CSAU memes to NEVER forget the Glasgow Willy Wonka experience

<== Previous homestuck memes

<==More previous homestuck memes

<==Even more

<==Damn, even more

<==More memes 4 u

<==They just keep coming bro

<== Fresh memes

<== Did you saw that willy wonka fail in Glasgow? anyways, memes

[pronusespinosa]

More crow au doodles…! Someday I’ll make something more stylized… and consistent… my style is all over the place

[pyrrh1c-c4sc4d3]

Kanaya's view vs

Rose's

[lil-vibes]

Day 24: Other side

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