#crow!sylvester

[townofcadence]

(well, since the campfire is allowed, here goes :p)

"You are like... a campfire. When people are lost, and afraid, the fire makes them feel safe. It is like home, even when their own home is so very far away. It brings comfort. It gives them an escape from the dark and the cold and all the unpleasant things that they have been afraid of... That fire means everything, it saves the damned." The Crow cannot quite look Artair in the eyes as he speaks, shuffling his feet nervously. "And this campfire has made an animal feel like a person again."

What Light You Are

"Oh...." He doesn't know what to say to that either. It's too heartfelt not to ache a little. "Ah..... Thank you, Crow. I..... if I really make you feel that way, I'm-- I'm very glad. It's all I could ask for. I..... I'd like to give you a hug, maybe? If that's okay."

[townofcadence]

LOOK AT HIM!!! HE'S SO CUTE!!! I'M WRAPPING HIM IN A COCOON OF PLUSH THINGS

Comfy...

[90ssuperheroes]

directors directing their heroes

[dragonqueenstormwitch]

wylan: this is a three-day heist?

jesper: where will we sleep?!

kaz: well i imagine you two will sleep inside one another.

[dontsnortpixiestix]

I DID THE THINGGGG! I probably forgot a ton lol

I figured out that I like dimwits, loudmouths, and comically evil men.

Conclusion: I have no character tropes in particular I am really into solitarily.

Conclusion 2:

My type is @plseatmyfries actually!

But I already knew that!

[roleplayingspinosaurus]

Sylvester is actually surprisingly aggressive when expressing physical affection. Biting your lower lip while kissing, nipping at your neck, dragging nails over bare skin, hickeys, so much biting. Anyway, he doesn’t really think about it, so when you point it out he gets extremely embarrassed because he’s not that kind of person...except he very much is. 

He can also be very gentle, but when he gets overwhelmed with affection, he usually just resorts to using his teeth. 

Do with that info what you will 👀

[dailylooneys]

Crowing Pains

(1947, Robert McKimson)

[crashedburnedandrebooting]

Hey yeah you...huh?

[pupsmailbox]

GOTH ID PACK

NAMES ⌇　abby. ace. addam. alister. amelia. amoret. ange. angel. angelo. anubis. arch. archette. ash. aslan. aspen. astor. astoria. astrophel. atticus. axelle. azazel. azrael. bael. bat. batsy. bella. bellatrix. blade. blair. blanchette. brahms. branwen. cain. callan. calliope. cannibelle. caskeite. casketta. caskette. caspian. celeste. celestia. chaos. charlotte. cherry. chira. chiraelle. chiro. chiroptairre. chiroptelle. chiropteranne. choir. christian. cofette. coffin. coffine. constantine. corbin. corpse. crimson. crow. crowley. damian. damien. demonesse. divina. dorian. draven. edgar. elatha. elijah. elix. elwin, elwin. elwood. ember. emmaline. etienne. evan. evangeline. eve. faith. forest. forrest. frill. frille. frilleine. frilliette. frilly. genesis. ghost. gothita. gothitelle. gothitess. gothitesse. grey. gwen. gypsy. hades. hawthorne. hecate. hemlock. imortalle. imortella. iris. israel. jakob. jet. jett. johnas. josiah. judas. kain. kane. kedi. keir. lacey. laciene. laciette. lazarus. leo. lilith. lilithe. lolita. lucid. lucien. lucifer. lucius. luscious. lynx. maeve. malice. mana. martyr. max. melancholy. merle. micah. michael. misery. mordred. morris. mors. morte. mortis. mourge. mourgette. myrette. nightshade. noah. noctre. nocturne. noir. obsidian. oleander. omen. onyx. orion. orpheus. ozul. ozzy. prince. prophet. raven. ravenie. raveniette. rook. rowan. ruby. saber. saint. salem. samael. samuel. scarlet. secrette. seraph. serenity. shilo. shiloh. silas. silver. silvester. skelly. skulliene. skulliette. skully. sorrow. sylvester. syn. thorn. thorne. tobias. tommy. trix. umbriel. valkyrie. valo. vervain. vesper. victoria. ville. violetta. vito. vlad. woundie. zeon. zephyrine.

PRONOUNS ⌇　abby/abby. ae/aer. ash/ash. bat/bat. bleed/bleed. blood/blood. book/book. bug/bug. burn/burn. chain/chain. chap/chapel. chill/chill. claw/claw. cloud/cloud. cob/cobweb. cof/coffin. coffin/coffin. corps/corpse. creep/creep. cri/cross. cro/cros. cross/cross. cross/crosse. da/dark. dae/dae. dae/daem. dark/dark. decay/decay. dee/dark. des/despair. devout/devout. div/divine. dust/dust. echo/echo. edge/edgy. en/envie. fae/fang. fang/fang. fe/fear. fie/fiend. fog/fog. fri/frill. frill/frill. ghost/ghost. ghoul/ghoul. gore/gore. goth/goth. goth/gothic. gra/grave. grave/grave. ha/haunt. halo/halo. hie/hiem. ho/holy. holy/holy. horn/horn. hx/hxm. hy/hym. ink/ink. lace/lace. lae/lace. lost/lost. mist/mist. moon/moon. net/fishnet. ni/night. night/night. null/null. par/parasol. parasol/parasol. pray/pray. pray/prayer. proph/prophet. ro/rose. rose/rose. rot/rot. rust/rust. sac/sacrifice. saint/saint. scar/scar. shx/hxr. shy/hyr. si/sinister. sin/sin. sku/skull. skull/skull. snake/snake. spider/spider. spike/spike. sto/storm. stud/stud. thou/thorn. thron/thorn. thxy/thxm. vae/vaer. ve/ver. velvet/velvet. vo/void. whis/whisper. whisper/whisper. witch/witch. wood/wood. x/x. xae/xaer. × . ♠️ . ♣️ . ⚰️ . ⛓️ . 🌑 . 💀 . 🕯 . 🕷 . 🕸 . 🖤 . 🥀 . 🦇 .

[forestofforever]

He felt so tired. Wondered briefly if he'd ever felt more tired than he did now. And hungry too, that was the only reason he opened his eyes at all. It was a bit disorienting, he had no idea where he was or how he'd gotten there, all he knew was that there was a bowl of blood right there, and he wasn't going to be able to produce any useful thoughts until he'd consumed it.

It was a miracle he bothered using the spoon at all.

Once the hunger relented, Sylvester finally began to wonder about his current whereabouts. His eyes found Mr.Fox and suddenly things began to fall into place. Right. He'd tried to bite someone. Safe to assume the other had knocked him out before bringing him here. An efficient way of dealing with the situation for sure.

"...thank you. I uhm... I probably wouldn't have fared very well if I'd tried to deal with this by myself." He would've undoubtedly either killed someone or gotten himself killed in an attempt to quell the hunger.

((continued from here @forestofforever))

Some time later, the sun had begun to rise over the city of Las Vegas, permeating numerous rooms with its gentle golden light. Except of course for one room on the ground floor of an old rundown hotel known as the Oasis 5. The curtains had been carefully shuttered and the door locked and Mr Fox, neck now properly bandaged, sat on the couch as he had been doing for the majority of the night, studying the pitable man lying in the bed.

At the first stirring of life, he got up, crossed over to the microwave and brought out a large bowl of warmed over pig's blood and a spoon. These he placed on the night stand near the bed and then resumed his watchful position on the couch.

[townofcadence]

Artair had given him new clothing. The Crow had put it on right away, of course, even if the pieces puzzled him a little. His normal clothes were... a tad old fashioned, and not only were these items more vibrant in color, but their fabric was also much softer. The sensation of it against his skin made him squirm a little. It wasn't unpleasant, just unusual... and the items still smelled a bit like Artair.

The clothing was only the start, Artair had brought blankets and a tent, and it seemed like he was planning on staying the night. The Crow was excited about Artair sticking around for longer, that was always a plus as far as he was concerned. He usually slept as a bird, though, so this was... something he had to adjust to. But the blankets were soft and the Crow was more comfortable than he'd been in ages. This was far more pleasant than his little nest; it was much warmer and much softer. He curled up in the pile of blankets, letting out a soft rattling noise to show his appreciation.

He could've fallen asleep right then and there, but he sat up before sleep could fully claim him. "Thank you." He beamed at Artair, still holding a blanket wrapped around himself. "Will you join me in the blankets?"

@forestofforever // Hell Yeah Sleepover (unprompted!)

Artair beams back. He isn't one to sleep, but he likes... being near people he cares about, while they rest. There's something special about them giving him the chance to share a moment of vulnerability with them like that. He.... it's probably a bit strange, but he likes seeing how they sleep. Do they rest with a peaceful expression? Do they look nervous? Do they curl up small or starfish? It's a vulnerable thing to share sleep, but when someone trusts him that much... it's a privilege. One he will do his best to respect.

"If you'd like me to." He offers the crow a grin. He crawls over the walls built of fabric, and into the hollow, before throwing a blanket over himself too. That way the Crow wouldn't need to be worried about his hands. "What do you think of the tent? I figure it's kinda snug, but might be nice if it rains or anything. The sound of it hitting the tent is pretty soothing too." He leans his wrapped up shoulder against the Crow's as he settles further.

[forestofforever]

Bloodthirsty bird (with @hidefire)

Rain is on her way home from another show. The rest of the band was in the direction, and had taken the van with the instruments and stuff, while she had chosen to walk. Makeup is smeared, and there are even more holes in her clothes than before she had performed. Rain is tired, to say the least, but satisfied. The streets are quiet, it’s a weird place between too late and too early for anyone to be around. Just her, and then, the occasional passerby. And then…. This guy. He looks sick. Not in the fun way, that people at the show would’ve loved, but actually sick. Rain pauses, and for a moment, considers ignoring him. But that would be really shitty, and the guy probably just needs something to drink. A moment to sit, maybe? “Hey, man.” Rain says, expression softening. “I’ve got a water bottle.” It’s attached to her backpack, so she needs a minute to unclip it. “It’s all yours, if you want.”

Someone is approaching. Sylvester can feel the thirst swell, a desire so strong that it leaves him nauseous, yet he tries his hardest not to give into it. Not yet.

"You should... you should probably go..." His voice comes out sounding more gravelly than usual, but it still conveys the sheer panic that he's experiencing. He's staring at her jugular and nearly drooling at the idea of sinking his teeth in... but he's not coming closer, if anything he tries to back away.

Yes, he's eaten human before. No, it was not on purpose and he didn't like it and he certainly never intended to repeat any of that, but with the sheer thirst...or perhaps he ought to call it hunger, it seems he'll be left with little choice very soon. "Y...you should really run..." He bares his teeth, a completely involuntary movement, just another sign that he's not really in control anymore.

[read-alert]

Happy Disability Pride Month! 📚📖♿️ Full titles under the cut

I did also consider including House of Leaves by Mark Z Danielewski because it was a 5 star read and had multiple disabled characters, but I wouldn't call it good representation. In fact, I'd call it actively ableist, so it was excluded.

Six of Crows and Crooked Kingdom by Leigh Bardugo

Being Heumann: An Unrepentant Memoir of a Disability Rights Activist by Judith Heumann

Breathe and Count Back from Ten by Natalia Sylvester

The Poppy War, The Dragon Republic, and The Burning God by RF Kuang

A Lady for a Duke by Alexis Hall

The Luis Ortega Survival Club by Sonora Reyes

When it All Syncs Up by Maya Ameyaw

Guards! Guards!, Men at Arms, Feet of Clay, Jingo, and The Fifth Elephant by Terry Pratchett

Ellen Outside the Lines by AJ Sass

[roleplayingspinosaurus]

Have a happy Sylv.

[dailylooneys]

Crowing Pains

(1947, Robert McKimson)

[lakesbian]

this isn't qualifying as fanfiction or even dialogue with a point but i jotted down a random snip from my imaginary better version of the twig chapter where sy negotiates for the lambs to give him helen + pieces of ashton in exchange for a doctor he and jessie kidnapped. because ive been doing this thing lately called just writing whatever the hell appears in my brain for lambwriting practice and so i don't forget scene ideas in actual fics. and im never gonna have a reason to actually incorporate this into anything so ill just post it

“I…can't say I have anything better,” Jessie said. 

Lillian gawped at her. Then she pointed, sounding almost aghast. “I've just realized, you're–you’re in on all of this!”

Jessie took a bite of her danish and chewed for a good ten seconds before responding, which I supposed was a strategy to give Lillian a moment to calm down, and to avoid saying the obvious No shit. 

“It's not ideal,” she said. “But you have to admit, it's not reasonable to ask for Berger without giving something of equal value back. You also have to admit that Berger is an extremely valuable person. Right? Helen makes a fair exchange in terms of commitment. But we can't use her in the same way you can use Berger. Throwing in a piece of Ashton isn't hurting you, and it gives us something slightly more even.”

Lillian scowled. 

“My main complaint is that taking a piece of Ashton bothers you, and it's still not as useful as Berger. So we'd be coming out on the worse end of the deal, and losing some of your good graces in the process.” She gave me an annoyed glare. “But I don't have any better ideas, so that leaves me backing the Sylvester plan.”

“See?” I crowed, spreading my arms in triumph. “Even Jessie likes my idea.”

“Why is that supposed to be convincing?” Duncan asked, sounding offended. “You're–she’s your girlfriend, of course she would agree with you. It doesn't make it any less insane.”

“That sounds sexist, Duncan,” Jessie said, turning her judgment on him. “I'm his girlfriend, so I'm automatically subordinate to whatever he says? Did you not just hear me criticizing it?”

“No! No, I didn't mean it like that, what I mean is–you two are dating, and you're leading this whole project together, so it shouldn't be a point in his favor that you're both on the same page.”

I leaned on the table, getting closer to Duncan. “I can't blame you for not knowing this, Dunc, since you haven't been around Jessie long–”

“Duncan, please,” he interrupted. 

“Big mistake,” Lillian muttered. 

“But the thing is, Dunc,” I carried on, “that Jessie likes to complain about my ideas more than anyone else you could find. In fact, I'll count selling her on this as a greater victory than selling you.” 

“That sounds…completely backwards.” 

“No,” Lillian sighed. “That makes sense. Of course he's not concerned about being able to manipulate us.” 

“I'm noticing I'm starting to hear lots of people at this table agreeing with me!” I said brightly. 

“Two,” Jessie said. “Two people begrudgingly agreeing.”

It was a brilliant dynamic, really. By siding with everyone else in being exasperated with me, she could argue for everything we wanted, and look perfectly unbiased while she did it. 

“Three!” I said. “Three, if we count Helen wanting to come with us, which I absolutely do.” Helen waved cheerfully at the mention of her name, still munching her pastries. “Why, including me, we've almost got a majority.”

“We're not including you,” Jessie said tiredly. “You don't get a vote on your own plan.”

No one spoke up to tell her she didn't get a vote. The verisimilitude and convincing effect of her exasperation, of course, came from how she wasn't even remotely acting. 

“I disagree,” I said. I beamed at her. 

She shoved her glasses up and pinched her nose.