#ILU CROW

[miasmaghoul]

trick or TREAT xx

ITS ALL MY COLORS OMG 😭

treats 4 u 💜💜💜

[spoiledleaff]

first of all, fuck you for using that gif of mountain, you KNOW what it does to me

SECONDLY if you heard a scream and a crash that was me FALLING DOWN THE STAIRS CAUSE YOUR FIC IS SO GOOD

im gonna need more soft T4T mountain/water ghoul dew STAT that little flashback was NOT ENOUGH

i already left you a comment on AO3 but damn. i love that mountain can never be mean for too long. he cares so goddamn much. thank u for participating in my prompt ♡♡

okay. first of all?? thank you so much for even hosting that prompt in the first place?? if you ever do a little event like that again, ugh!! count me in, love!!! haha!! <3

SECONDLY!! PLEASE GET HELP THE FANDOM STILL NEEDS YOU GHESTIE YOU CAN'T GO DOWN LIKE THIS !! !!!!!! (i am screaming, and incredibly ecstatic that you enjoyed it!!!!!!! my heart is falling down stairs as we speak <3)

thirdly, my friend, as you already know because i am silly and needed time to properly process your kind fucking words??? i'm working on it uwu

also same, almost any fic of mountain that i do a silly little preview post for ?? i literally have to hold myself back from using that gif EVERY. TIME. IT- IT'S LITERALLY TOO GOOD I AM SUCH A WHORE-- oops. horny on main? for shame. <3

[whipbogard]

GUYS PLEASE READ THIS!!!!!!!

Hungering Over You for @whipbogard

General ◈ 1000 words ◈ 1/1 chapters ◈ No Archive Warnings Fandom: Gotham Knights (Video Game 2022) Relationships: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd Additional Tags: Pining, Pre-Slash, Light Angst, Bittersweet, Restaurants, Big Belly Burger (DCU)

“I don’t charm the pants off everyone.” There’s only one person he’d like to, but they seem immune to his particular charms. It’s fine. Better that way.

[vonspe]

How did Emmrich react the first time he saw Scipio's hands ungloved?

I have no idea what made me think of this and ik this doesn’t answer your question

[min-min-minnie]

Tybalt "Rook" de Riva the man that you are 😩❤️

[the-sn0wy-0wl]

Just finished reading Six of Crows and the love i have for Matthias like imagine a man betraying his country and everything he believed in for you..

[howetragic]

The Taste of Crow

a starter for @wittyrogue

Nathaniel's stomach nearly dropped onto the floor when Inara squealed.

His muscles had already been locked tight; when the two Wardens had entered the main hall of Vigil's Keep in the deep dark of the night, something was... wrong. The fires burned as usual, but there was some kind of shift in the air, a draft that stung a bit too keenly at his cheeks that shouldn't have been there. He saw a curtain flutter in the wind, reached for his bow.

And then a figure appeared, and the Warden-Commander let out the most distressing noise, a high-pitched warble that made Nathaniel jerk. Much to his surprise, however, she did not draw her sword. She lunged forward at a figure in the dark and--

hugged it.

In the firelight, he watched Inara embrace the shadowy figure. Bow in one hand, arrow suspended in the other over his shoulder, Nathaniel wavered.

"What- who is this?" he demanded. "What's going on?"

[suspensionbridges]

Every time I think about the Crows duology or Freddy Carter.

[konu-d]

Because I'm stressed while prepping for finals, I feel like I should share a little bit of my unfortunate past with f/go mostly because back in the day it brought me a lot of comfort

So for the amount of times I've talked about f/go recently on stream I've always talked about how I used to commit plagiarism just to write stuff with my favorite characters and my then self-insert (and thankfully I never had the balls to post that stuff cause that would've been a whole other can of worms)

I'm not proud of it, really I'm not. Which is why I try my best to keep my works original nowadays and even ramble about it to some friends if ever just to see if they go smth along the lines of "hey that sounds really familiar to [insert work of media here]"

What I don't really mention (or at least I don't think I did?) was that during the time I played f/go I was being severely bullied (Korean school type bullying, for reference). The bullying wasn't related to the anime enjoyment, it was mostly because I was just a weird and possibly neurodivergent kid whose only social interaction I learned from anime lmao so. not good. Really not good. much ostracized and bullied lmao

So i had a bunch of works saved on a now deleted google account which were either what I'll label as 'comfort whump' or 'fuzzy warmth'; comfort whump could be a lot of things from real gory body horror with intimacy, assault and aftercare, or anatomy-ignoring smut. Yes they were all poorly written even for the genre they're set in lmao I'm not proud of ANY of those (shoutout that one work with self-insert getting double teamed by Jekyll and Hyde)

Fuzzy warmth was basically stuff with Servants talking philosophy and what being human is like and other stuff like that with self-insert, usually while they're cuddling or something. There were two that I liked and until now I can remember how they go because of the amount of times I reread them lmao

One was with Merlin, because of course it was Merlin; not much happened in that one other than merlin giving my self-insert good dreams and basically telling her (yeah we in the pre-transition 13 year old era ladies and gents) that it was okay to mess up, it was okay to be tired and he'll take care of things if she really can't do it anymore

Short and sweet, really

The more vivid one I remember was called "wait and hope" with GUESS WHO EDMOND DANTES BECAUSE OF COURSE ahem. Basically it had self-insert sitting inside the summoning room which I headcanon-ed back then as a very dark and lonely place with the only shine coming from Mash's shield if it was booted up but otherwise it's dark and quiet? It had my self-insert sitting there in the middle of the room quietly playing with saint quartz and Dantes comes and the room gets darker. Self-insert says smth along the same lines as she does in the Merlin one, where she's tired and she feels guilty for everything she's doing and how she doesn't feel strong enough, how she doesn't feel like the person Dantes saw within the prison tower anymore, and Dantes basically hits her with that "But you have to get up. You have to keep pushing forward. Your task is inhuman and thus you will feel inhuman and yet it must be done all the same."

My self-insert cries and Dantes holds her, wraps her up in his cloak and his hat and if you'll notice I still keep doing that in the little doodles of him and Kazue where Kazue's either bundled up in his cloak or stole Edmond's hat

just... f/go was there with me in the lowest points of my life and it defo shaped A LOT of how I interact with and create media nowadays lmao even if I don't realize it

So for me to come back to it because of the guy who gave me the most comfort back then even if I didn't actively simp for him,,, during another lowest low of my life with my grades and my mom's death and everything,,, Idk. It feels like a circle.

In other words; thanks, both to the people who brought life to Edmond Dantes and with much delusion to Dantes himself. Couldn't be here without you crazy folk <3

[fireflaked]

what the fuck. what the actual fuck

[mooglestiltzkin]

CAPONE BEGE YOU FUCKED UP SO BAD!!!!

THE ASSASSINATION PLAN HAS FAILED.

[miasmaghoul]

*ahem* edelweisss, edelweisss . . .

Swiss leans in the doorway to the common room, arms crossed over his chest, tail idly swishing behind him. He's been here for a few minutes now, left his book dog-eared on his bed with the intent of grabbing a snack. He'd found the kitchen occupied, though, and the smile he wears is exclusively thanks to the sight before him.

The kitchen is a mess; the small island is occupied by an ancient stand mixer and a few dirty bowls, while the counter lies covered in open containers, half-empty ingredient bags and not-small pile of used measuring spoons. The scent of sugar, citrus and something floral hangs heavy in the air, and Swiss can feel the heat of the oven from across the room.

At the center of the mess, though, lies what holds Swiss' attention.

Mountain's humming, swaying in front of the stove along with the album playing on the common room turntable. Something jazzy Swiss recognizes but can't name off the top of his head. Whatever it is, Mountain is clearly lost in it while he rather vigorously stirs something Swiss can't see. What he can see is the smattering of floury handprints covering Mountain's jeans, and the streak of something pale yellow that's somehow ended up in his hair. Swiss can only imagine how much worse Mountain's front must be, but there's one more detail that keeps him from wondering too hard.

The few delicate white flowers that have made their home at the base of Mountian's antlers have Swiss' eyes crinkling. He'd know those pale petals anywhere.

Swiss pushes off the doorframe and drags his feet just loud enough to announce himself. Sneaking up on Mountain in the kitchen doesn't usually end well. He sees the other ghoul's ear flick, sees him pause in stirring, and Swiss feels safe to speak.

"Thinkin' about me, grasshopper?"

Mountain peers at his over his shoulder, raises an eyebrow. Swiss gestures at his head as he strolls into he room, and Mountain rolls his eyes as though he can see his own antlers. He makes a chuffing sound and resumes his mixing, but Swiss doesn't miss his little smirk.

"Might be," he replies with a half shrug. "It's happened once or twice, against my better judgement."

Swiss laughs as he hops up onto one of the bar stools at the island, one leg tucked up under himself. He rests his elbow on one of the few clean spots by the mixer - the remnants of whatever Mountain has in his hair sits in the bowl closest to him, so Swiss picks it up and gives it a sniff.

"What's on the menu today, peaches?" Swiss swipes a fingers through a blob on the side of the bowl. Gives it a cursory sniff.

"A lemon and lavender cake," Mountain supplies, just in time for Swiss to pop his finger into his mouth and find out for himself.

The batter is delicious, sweet and tart and wonderfully smooth. Delightful on all counts. Swiss isn't surprised; Mountain is as good a cook as he is a messy one, and judging by the splotch of egg yolk Swiss can see on the ceiling this has been particularly inspired session.

"Fancy," he says, gathering another bit of batter. "If you need someone to taste when it's baked, my mouth ain't busy."

Mountain snorts, and together they say,

"For now."

Swiss playfully tosses a dirty tea towel at his back, and Mountain catches it without even looking. Tucks one corner into his pocket while his tail meanders towards the fridge.

"Already baked," he says, nodding towards the appliance while his tail tugs it open. The middle shelf holds three identical rounds of cake, the loveliest shade of yellow speckled with what must be flecks of lavender. "You'll have to wait for the finished product, I already trimmed them down. For quality control. You know how it is."

Swiss nods sagely. He slides from his stool and wanders over to the stove, humming when Mountain's tail sways up to greet him, the tufted end caressing his jaw. Swiss leans against the counter, and now he can see what Mountain is working on.

"What's, uh," he waves at the odd arrangement on the stove - a pan beneath what appears to be the stand mixer's bowl, which must contain whatever Mountain is tirelessly stirring. "What's this all for, then?"

"Frosting," Mountain tells him, lifting what turns out to be a whisk. "Eventually."

Something thick and gooey drips from the whisk and immediately gives Swiss several indecent thoughts.

"Don't say it looks like cum," Mountain says before Swiss can so much as open his mouth.

"Wasn't gonna," Swiss lies, tongue poking out between his fangs. Mountain gives him a look. "I wasn't!" Swiss insists, pushing away from the counter. He slips behind Mountain instead, wraps his arms around the taller ghoul's waist. Swiss kisses the back of his shoulder. "But I was gonna ask if that was why you were thinkin' about me."

Mountain barks out a laugh.

"Gross," he complains, but his tail wraps around Swiss' calf all the same. "But you're actually half right." Swiss makes a questioning sound, and Mountain points a thumb behind them. "Look at the recipe."

Swiss will, eventually. He indulges in holding Mountain first, just for a moment. Presses his nose to his sweat-damp shirt and breathes in the the homey scent of warm earth and something herbal. It blends beautifully with the lemon and sugar surrounding them, makes him feel a little fuzzy around the edges. He gives Mountain a squeeze, and stands on his toes to kiss the back of his neck before he lets go; another soft, white blossom pops up behind Mountain's ear.

Mountain picks up humming again while Swiss hunts for the recipe he mentioned. He piles dishes as he searches, stacks bowls and gathers measuring spoons. He finds it after a minute, an index card stained with vanilla and sticky with egg.

"A-ha," he holds up the card triumphantly, a light dusting of flour raining down from it. "Let's see what got you growing me."

Swiss wipes the card on his pants, and recognizes its looping, cursive script as Cumulus' handwriting. Lemon lavender layer cake with -

"No fuckin' way," Swiss says through a laugh. He looks up to find Mountain watching him with a glimmer in his eye. "That's all it took?"

"Yep," Mountain sighs, turning back to the task at hand. "That's all."

Swiss stares at the back of his head for a beat, and then the goofiest smile cracks his face. He tosses the card to the counter and returns to his place at Mountain's back, wrapping him up just a little tighter this time.

"Lucifer, you're a sap," he teases, but they both know it's true. Swiss reaches up and plucks one of the flowers decorating Mountain's antlers, spins it between two fingers. "Not that I'm complaining about bein' on your mind."

"Neither am I, edelweiss," Mountain rumbles. He briefly abandons his dutiful whisking to turn and knock their horns together. "Neither am I."

Mountain ducks down just enough for Swiss to catch him is a leisurely kiss, one that tastes like summery sunshine, and then he's gone again. Leaves Swiss grinning dumbly at the back of his head while warmth trickles into his belly. He settles against the taller ghoul's back, and in no time at all the pair of them start to sway to the music as one.

"So," Swiss murmurs into his shirt after a long moment, "what's a Swiss meringue buttercream, anyway?"

[spoiledleaff]

ghost of the sun.

Ghost (Band) | Mountain Ghoul + Dewdrop Ghoul | 11.2K Words | spoiledleaff on ao3

Explicit | TW: Dead Dove, Do Not Eat (Please Consider Tags Seriously) | T4T FTM Mountain Ghoul + Dewdrop Ghoul | Gender-fluid Ghoul Anatomy | Genital Shapeshifting | Mentions of Self-Harm | Toxic Mindset During Sex | Dubious Consent | Miscommunication | Hatefuck | Angst with Comfort | Happy Ending! | They Sort Their Shit Out, Don’t Worry! | Water Ghoul Dewdrop | Water Ghoul Rivalry | Top Mountain | Bottom Dewdrop | Written For @forlorn-crows Ghost Group Project!

“I’m not fucking done.” Mountain sneers, his still-masked face suddenly so close to Dewdrop’s own. The grip he has on Dewdrop’s throat ensures that those enraged emerald eyes can take in every minuscule detail of Dewdrop’s naked face. “You distance yourself from the pack, you practically offered yourself on a suicidal platter for a ritual that reconstructs the very fabric of your existence, you allow yourself to be scarred and hurt by fucking humans, you’re a rude, mean little shit — and not the cute kind, or whatever level your usual chaotic self is — and here I fucking find you, after you skipped lunch and dinner and missed a rehearsal.”

Dewdrop weakly shook his head as Mountain’s heavy grip laced ever so slightly. Please don’t say it. Dewdrop tried to plead with his eyes, but they were already so glassy and pathetic to begin with. When did they get wet? When did he get so weak?

Please don’t make what I’ve already done a reality—

“You cut your hair, Dewdrop.”

read the rest of this angst with a happy ending (I promise!) over on AO3!

♬♪♬ “Ghost of the Sun” — Katatonia ♬♪♬

( this work is beta’d by the lovely @everybodyshusband !! so, if you see any mistakes, go hunt his handsome ass down. thank you for reading. ♡ )

[forlorn-crows]

Love you! Boop!!

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[miasmaghoul]

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

oh no oh my god oh NO even the previews are killing me omfg hfhdhxhhv I AM SHAKING MY FIST SO HARD AT THE BOTH OF YOU IN THE MOST LOVING MANNER!!!!

my lunch break can't cum soon enough

Snap Those Final Strings / Watch Me Fall Back

Collab with my dear and absolutely incredible friend @forlorn-crows as a lil gift for @miasmaghoul 😈❤️

"Dew whimpers again and reaches his arm back, craning his neck so he can sloppily capture the quint ghoul’s lips with his own. Breathing hot and humid against each other’s faces, Dew’s hand gripping at Aether’s hair. Whining again when Aether humps, just a little."

Words : 1,748

FULL FIC AND ART HERE!!

[roguelioness]

mmm i'm supposed to be doing my 'canon' veilguard run with elodie but it's really hard to go through the plot when my head is like nope that doesn't happen that way for every cutscene lmao

(isobel ilu but bbygrl you're not rook, your story is all crow-based because someone needs to create the intrigue in treviso)