#Gifts From Crows

[geezerwench]

Chrissy Kellems Silvas

Easter 2024

I think I got a gift from my Crow friends 😁!

I live on 10 acres and there's a pasture in front of my house which is 10 acres.

So I took the tractor today to go to the mailbox ( totally legit) 😀 I noticed there is this golden shiny egg in the grass by the driveway 🤩, then I found a purple egg.

I put treats for the crows on that side of the driveway so the dogs can't get to them.

My neighbors are cows and hay … I have 8 bee hives and feed all the local wildlife 🥰.

There was an Easter egg event on Saturday about a mile away from my house.

I think the crows grabbed these shiny eggs and brought them here. Inside the golden egg was $20! 🥳😀🥰.

I will put out some extra yummy treats for them.

[todayyouarehere]

Gifts from the Crows

I am taking a short break from the Carole and Eric story to share a bit of my life here in Laramie and one of my favorite things about it—the crows. I love them, and in some small way, I think they love me too. They started showing me their love last winter. I have been putting peanuts out for the squirrels for years, along with birdseed for sparrows and fresh water that is heated in the winter.…

[yorkcalling]

New Music: Gifts From Crows - Fragments of Light (Ambient)

New Music: Gifts From Crows – Fragments of Light (Ambient)

Inspired by one of Leonard Cohen’s most memorable lyrics (and one of my favourite), neoclassical composer Gifts From Crows, real name Richard Laurence, is back on the blog with another new piece. This time it’s the ambient version of his composition Fragments of Light. (more…)

[kassgender]

THAT'S IT JOKER!

PT: That's it Joker! Matching ShuAke Discord layouts for a pal on Discord! F2U. PSD used

[corvidsofthedeep]

from the deep #24024: pride crow

[the-pjo-archive]

Dimming flames

-Will Solace Angst- I sat in the cabin alone, looking out the window at the dim firelight. I clenched my fist in the sheets, it was dim but I didn't want it burning at all, or at least burning black with mourning, not this dim, false, hope. I turned away from the window just to turn to face the unmade bed, with the irises laying on it, and bright posters on the wall. Lee's bed. My brother's bed. One he would never sleep in again. I wanted to scream, I wanted to run, I wanted to do anything other than sit in this cabin of ghosts or be in this camp of fake smiles.

I stood up and walked out of the cabin, I could feel tears rolling down my cheeks but I didn't bother to brush them away, I didn't care, I just started walking.

After what felt like forever I ended up at the beach, it was the only place that didn't have painful memories, and it was out of sight of the campfire, out of earshot of the singalong. I knelt on the sand and started sobbing, letting out all the sadness, anger and fear that had built up since the battle, I don't know how long I cried.

The next morning I woke up in my bed, with a plush crow that I had never seen before, but it smelled like Lee and the sun, it almost made up for the fact that by the end of that day Lee's bed was made and his stuff was gone.

[dykesynthezoid]

A few months back my friend said we should make candela obscura characters together and I said ok sure and then immediately came back with an idea for just. A guy dying of syphilis. Like somebody handed me this spooky edwardian setting and my brain was like yeah what if there was just some guy who was actively dying of syphilis. And also he sucks. Idk about you but that’s peak character creation imo

[arisenreborn]

Silver Linings

Word Count: 1295 Characters: Reverie (Arisen), Rann (Pawn) AO3: (Link)

After being thoroughly accosted by an ogre for the third time in the span of a few days, Reverie wasn't about to refuse Rann's help getting all of the slobber out of her hair. (Introspective, Dialogue-Heavy, Character/Relationship Building)

Silver linings, silver linings. The words repeated in Reverie’s head like some mantra, perhaps a vestige, a clue even, of her former self. Whoever she’d been before her memories were lost -stolen, rather- and she was forced to work at that excavation site. Further still, before she’d had her body scorched and her heart plucked out by the dragon, marked as Arisen. 

Had that person had to find ‘silver linings’ under such circumstances before? The weight of the world on her shoulders, ensnared in political schemes? 

Silver lining number one: The boulder she was sitting on was blessedly smooth against her bare arse. Unfortunately, the river water was wretched cold. 

She also had to wonder if that woman she was before had to deal with roaming the wilds and getting accosted by ogres on the regular. 

“Seriously, why do they always have it out for me?” She huffed, scrubbing at her arms. It felt like she’d never get the sticky stink of saliva off of her. 

“Unfortunately, Master, ogres have a tendency to target women,” Rann answered. “I am sorry I was not better able to prevent the beast from carrying you so far from us at the time.” The pang of regret in his voice tugged at her- Ah, well, not her heartstrings she supposed. Something deeper then? Either way, it ached. 

“It’s not your fault, ‘twas chaos what with the harpies and the bandits.” She sighed, and refrained from shaking her head in exasperation simply recalling it.

“Still, I shall endeavor to do better going forward.” His hands delicately moved through her hair, pooling water between his palms before rinsing away globs of ogre spittle. 

She couldn’t fault him for the sentiment, she supposed. She had to do better, too, after all. 

Once the worst of the ogre sludge was cleaned away, he took a bottle of rosewater and started massaging it into her scalp and strands. This she’d anticipated, but less so how good it felt.

With a sigh she slumped where she sat, feeling tendrils of tension unwinding themselves down her neck and shoulders. She had initially told him she could do this herself, but now she was feeling grateful he’d been insistent, and she’d been too weary to argue.

Silver lining number two: Rann. Actually, he ranked higher than the boulder. Considerably higher. As much as she loathed the idea of ‘commanding the Pawns’, let alone dragging them into these vicious battles, she wasn’t sure how she’d have gotten on without him. 

“Ahh, that feels nice.” Somehow she managed to avoid making any particularly unseemly sounds. 

“It gladdens me to be able to offer you some small respite.”

She doubted not the sincerity of his words, but it was instead the inclination behind them that troubled her. Would he not have done the same for any Arisen beyond the rift? And when that thought occurred to her, so did another; Where did a Pawn learn how to do that? 

She supposed it might have simply come natural to him. But on the other hand, it seemed that some of the Arisen in other worlds had… peculiar tendencies. Her brow twitched and furrowed.

“Did you… learn how to do this beyond the rift?” She tried to pitch her voice more towards curiosity than jealousy - which seemed an absurd thing to be feeling, yet there it was. Just a pinch of it, enough to recognize and feel some shame over. 

Rann hummed thoughtfully, gently pressing his thumbs in small circles down the back of her neck. Her eyes fluttered shut and for a moment her thoughts stretched into stillness. Blessedly, all she could smell now was rosewater.

“To be honest? I… don’t quite recall. I don’t believe that to be the case, however. At least, I have no recollection of doing such before.” 

A measure of foolish relief came with his answer, but more pressing was a new concern alongside her curiosity. Brow furrowing, she turned her head enough to catch his mismatched eyes with hers.

“Have you… lost your memories, too?” Her voice faltered, and there was little hiding her subtle shock at the idea. 

They’d been traveling together for nearly a month now, and this was the first he’d so much as hinted at such a thing. He certainly hadn’t given any indications, but then again, that span of time was plenty confusing for her. Still fog-brained from whatever Disa had done to her, clamoring for scraps of a lost identity, and being saddled up with a bevy of other issues to contend with. Mayhaps she simply hadn’t noticed.

“I would not say that,” he said, shaking his head. “But I believe I… spent a very long time in the rift without being called to aid another.” 

His voice sounded strange then; a little sad and yet… almost proud? ‘Sad’ she thought she could understand. The Pawns were bent to the service of the Arisen. Void of other purpose, this alone seemed to grant them the ‘joy of fulfillment’ humans possessed. Or at least so it seemed to her, in a manner of speaking. 

So to that end ‘pride’ seemed an odd addition, but she didn’t feel like she could ask when it was only a supposition. 

“My memories are vague things that jump into clarity the instant they are called upon,” he continued. Placing his hands against the sides of her head he turned her face forward to continue his ministrations as he spoke. “I recall working with mercenaries before, and traveling plenty.” Woefully, she could not see the hint of a smile playing on his features, but she could hear the subtle lilt of it in his voice. “I was looking for you, everywhere I went.”

What a thing to say. It troubled and vexed her to no end, that he could say such things and not understand the weight of them. And she was all the more a fool for letting them affect her so.

“But eventually, for reasons I cannot quite remember, I returned to the rift and abided there for some time. Long enough that both my thoughts and memories grew foggy and dim, and the stretching darkness of the rift laid claim over them.” 

His hands paused, resting against her shoulders with a ghost-light touch. 

“And then you called to me, and all became clear once more.” 

There was that uncomfortable itch in her chest again, deeper than her nails might reach. Would that she had a heart so she could better heed it, or memories so she might make sense of any of it. She felt warm despite the chill of the water, and dumbstruck, as if a cyclops had just clobbered her in the head. Though, thankfully without the accompanying pain. 

How silly of her to worry about how he might regard other Arisen.

Not knowing what else to say in response to such a bafflingly sweet sentiment, she could only rely on the truth. Closing her eyes she settled into silence for a moment, recalling when she’d first reached her hand towards the riftstone. Clueless as a newborn kitten, she’d had no idea what to expect, or if she was ‘doing it right’. Yet before she could fall too far into the fear of failure, he had arrived. 

Even now she could recall the relief she’d felt to see him. Almost a sense of recognition, perhaps like meeting a very old friend, but not quite. At least, not that she could remember. Nevertheless, his soothing presence endured to this day.

“I’m glad it was you who came to my call.” She said, a warmth swelling in her chest - before a great handful of cold water was dumped over her head. Biting back on a shriek, the sound was strangled into a one not unlike a rat being stepped on, and Rann laughed. 

What a dreadfully beautiful sound it was.

[brokehorrorfan]

Funko has revealed new Pop figures from Killer Klowns from Outer Space, The Crow, and What Ever Happened to Baby Jane. They’re up for pre-order for $12 each.

Killer Klowns’ Baby Klown and Fatso are due out in August. The Crow’s Eric Draven and Eric Draven with Crow are due out in August. Baby Jane’s Jane and Blanche, both with a black-and-white chase variant, are due out in July.

[arillusionist]

art summary thing except i barely drew anything from may - december

[caramelmochacrow]

happy birthday to arisa and happy (belated) birthday to yukina!! (im sorry yukina...)

[mehfsbcf]

Kaz Brekker, but instead of his intimidating crow cane, he has this:

[kassgender]

IF YOU REGRET, RESET THE GAME.

PT: If you regret, reset the game.

Part 2 of Phantom Thief matching layouts! F2U, requested by no-one.

[mx-mehri]

searching near people’s houses (their blogs) to eat the tasty scraps of food they leave out (reblogging their posts) and if i like them enough i may keep flying back to their house (following them) and even leave a shiny gift at their doorstep (sending them a nice ask)

[crowsinacoat]

Happy @talesfromthegasstationexchange !!!

This is for @solarsaturns !!!