#crows calling au

[toournextadventure]

The gfs find out about Birb’s behind all the missing people because she took a necklace/bracelet/ring, whatever from them, and gifted it to one of them. They (Wednesday) recognize it from the missing persons picture, and confronts her head on abt it.

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“Fin.”

“Hm?”

“What’s this?” Wednesday asked.

“A ring?”

“Where did you get it.”

They both are silent for a moment.

“The antique store.” Fin said as she turned back to the stove. Holding Tara’s hand as her other busied itself with stirring the vegetable soup.

Wednesday ponders. Wondering if Fin really thinks she has gotten that dumb to believe she got it from some antique store.

“That’s peculiar. I saw this same ring on Sebastian Hunter’s finger.”

She noticed that twitch in Fin’s eye. How her wings pressed closer against her back at that name. “What’re you suggesting? That I have any clue about where he is? I would’ve told the cops if I did. You know that.” She spoke without turning away from the food.

Tara’s attention was grabbed. So was Vada’s and Lorraine’s from the table. Camila and Phoebe still nowhere to be found.

“I’m not suggesting anything, Fin. It is just a coincidence that this guy goes missing and you show up with a ring that looks exactly like his.”

The entire kitchen is silent. The music Vada was blasting earlier has long been turned down.

“Wasn’t- wait, Sebastian? Like, old high-school flirt Sebastian? Didn’t he try getting with Vada?” Lorraine pointed out. That ticked Fin off. No no. That enraged her. How dare he? Who the fuck does he think he is? Touching and flirting with Vada. Fucker deserved it.

“Precisely.” Wednesday turned. “I find it odd how the day after he went missing, you came home with that ring, and some more steak.”

Silence.

“The fact you aren’t speaking is not helping you at all, Fin Smith.”

“I didn’t fucking kill him. I don’t know where he is, what happened, I don’t know any of it! If I did, I would’ve done something. I’m no psycho!” She lashed. Her hand moving around more than usual as she spoke. A clear sign of anxiety and nervousness.

“I never said he was murdered.” Wednesday spoke again.

Shit.

“Fin.” Tara let go of her hand, quickly taking steps back to hide herself behind Wednesday.

“Okay. Listen,” Fin started.

“Holy fuck.”

“It was for a good reason.” She tried defending herself. Which was hard in this certain situation.

“Fin.”

“Wednesday-“

“No. I’m talking.” Wednesday interrupted, stepping closer. Immediately, Fin stopped talking. Lips pressed into a tight line. Fingers tracing the outline of her nails.

“When you came home, did you feed us Sebastian?” Her voice was monotone as if this was nothing out of the ordinary.

Silence again.

“Fin, answer me. When you came home after work, did. You. Feed. Us. Sebastian.”

Nothing.

“Oh my god.” Tara‘s voice spoke behind Wednesday, hands trembling. Gal can’t catch a break. The past two lovers had turned out to be killers for the Carpenter.

Gagging is heard from Vada, Lorraine cringing. The longer Fin stared at Wednesday, the longer she could see the smallest smirk on her face. A hint of.. approval? Maybe? Behind her eyes.

Wednesday wasn’t proud necessarily, she was just more proud of the fact she was able to find out what was behind- probably all of the missing people as of lately before the police could. Only downside, that person was the lovable, rebellious but sweet bird known as her girlfriend.

Wednesday knew she had a type.

You had me on the edge of my SEAT with this. The pacing, the revelation, poor Vada and Tara. I want you to know that I am full-on invested in all of this and am 100% down bad for this Birb 😪

[notspiders]

Oh, Honey! (Bumblebee! Reader x Monster! 141)

General Warnings: Mostly fluff. Reader is female and is described as rather small and chubby. Reader is clumsy. Reader has a very large family. Characters may act out of character. Poor grammar is likely. Cussing. Part 1??? Note: Monster! 141 belongs to @bluegiragi

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Price watches you through the window.

Truthfully, he isn't sure how he and his team ended up here. One day they were being chased by a bloody team of zombies/cannon fodder, the next- he's laying on this extremely cozy bed (although it is a bit small) with his wounds nicely patched. Soap has gone hunting with the other women. Ghost is satisfied that they're all safe in this... rather massive cottage and has been snoring away in the next room for the past hour. Gaz has told him that he's going to just fly around and keep an eye out- just in case if the enemies somehow find themselves through the dense woods and into this clearing.

They really were lucky, Price thinks. According to you, the woods were a force themselves. Navigating through it, especially at night, is practically impossible. Compasses don't work. There's no signal and, of course, any type of aircraft just fail here. The woods are miles long and unless you packed enough supplies- it's suicide to dive back in and try to find your way out. It's just that sometimes the woods can help you, and sometimes the woods just gives you Mother Nature's middle finger and kills you. So there's that.

Naturally, the team was suspicious.

1) The explanation made no sense. 2) They were just outnumbered by a ton of enemies and to stumble upon this welcoming lot is... well, it's too good to be true, yeah? 3) You and your family are just way too happy. 3.1) There are no guys in your family. Your mother stated that men generally just wandered in, the family would treat them, and then they go away by themselves after a few nights. 3.2) Honestly, all of you look the same. Maybe there's like, a difference in hairstyles, body types, and obvious age gaps between the women here and there, but Jesus… Gaz has already made the mistake of confusing you, your cousins, your many sisters, and other random girls multiple times last night. 3.3) Scratch out the 'massive cottage' you guys claimed it to be. It's a mansion. Your 'family' is very large. There are many aunts, other women, cousins, other girls that were adopt into the family- Just no men. All living under the same roof and might as well be an army itself with how efficient you all did your tasks.

That said, it's very rude to point guns at innocent, clueless civilians. You, an adorably chubby, little bumblebee-hybrid (identifiable by the two rather pathetic buzzing wings behind your back), opened the door to them last night and stared blankly at their guns before cheerily ushering them in without freaking your head out. Next thing they knew, they got some quality homecooked meals cooked and served before them, plenty of drink (the honey mead everyone shared is excellent), proper treatment with their wounds (with... herbs), and warm beds. Ghost had stayed up the whole night and snooped around (just in case) but reported nothing interesting except for a few old hunting rifles and some overdue library books. Yes, each girl did carry a tiny foraging knife, but he's pretty certain they could still punt them like footballs ten at a time.

Morning comes- the team properly introduce themselves without being too specific of their occupation. There was a great deal of oohing and aahing as Price unfolded his one wing. His smoke did cause one girl to faint and her mother quickly asked for Price to... stop. He did his best and has, for now, stopped smoking his cigar. Everyone just steered clear from Ghost. Many children were petting Soap's head and playing with his fluffy tail, and others were stroking Gaz's wings.

Despite all the attention, Price's gaze is always on you. Maybe it was because of the fact that he's seen you first. You were just the cutest out of all of them. He wanted to whisk you away just to squish every soft part of your body and have you cuddled up beside him in his nest back home.

He's sorely disappointed to be told that he needs to return to bed so that his wounds can heal faster. No matter. The window gives him a very nice view of the clearing outside. Some girls are tending to the farm. Others are beekeeping. Plenty have gone to the outskirts of the forest to forage or hunt. Soap has offered to go out with the girls and they gladly accepted his help. (Tomorrow, he'll get off of this bed and join everyone too.)

Right now, you're picking the berries in your garden. It's amusing to watch you. Sometimes you bend over to pluck a few pretty flowers too- he's gotten a very nice view of your plump arse here and there. He's watched you buzz your small wings to just barely get a foot in the air and pluck an apple off the tree. Oh, how he wished to simply go out to lift you up himself... Your weight would be nothing to him.

From his observations, he's smartly deduced: Your body is round. Your little wings aren't designed for distance.

He loves the way you'd burrow your nose into any flower. Sometimes you remind him of Johnny's eagerness by the way you'd get a bit too enthusiastic and faceplant into the bed of flowers to take in the scent.

Price watches you get up, bump into your cousin (or is it sister? Or is this another girl? He couldn't be arsed), and the two of you collectively squeaked and apologized at the same time. Adorable. Fascinating. Beautiful. He hasn't felt this way ever since the time he xaight the glimpse of the shiny Excalibur in that stupid rock.

The lunch horn has been blown. He's been told that today's meal would be freshly baked bread and creamy chicken with wild rice soup. There’ll be tea and coffee for the drinks.

Price wishes his lunch would just be you.

[eracrow]

POV: Ghost and Soap met at the kindergarten

Ghost was too shy so Soap introduced him to the others. 💙

[puppetmaster13u]

So Anyway I Started Another Cryptid Batfam Au

Yeaah, they were human, and might've been the first vigilantes before the JL formed. Might've gotten caught by some mad scientist cultists. Might've gotten gene spliced a bit, but shhh. Don't worry about it :) They're fine. Absolutely Fine. This is Fine.

But anyway, they have wings now. And talons. And a lot of other things they have to adjust to and might straight up not have a civilian identity for a while- becomes more than a bit of social recluses while they figure this shit out.

So anyway, I haven't finished drawing or designing them, if I ever will, so have what each is based off of. There's a lot of robins. :) Also have how old everyone is at the start of the story. (Timelines are a fake thing that never make sense)

Bruce- Black Drongo (31 years old)

Kate- Scarlet Robin (31 years old)

Barbara- Red Backed Scrub Robin (16 years old)

Dick- Blue Fronted Robin (15 year old)

Cass- Hooded Robin (12 years old)

Jason- Red Capped Robin (12 years old)

Steph- Pink Robin (10 years old)

Tim- Collared Bush Robin (10 years old)

Duke- White Starred Robin (10 years old)

Damian- Olive Backed Forest Robin (8 years old)

Jarro- Rose Robin (4 year old equivalent)

Terry- Black Robin (4 years old)

Helena- Bagobo Robin (1 year old)

Matt- Norfolk Robin (1 year old)

[mothinflamesdoodles]

Dust finds a dying human soldier.

Scene from chapter 1 of the fanfic “The Lone Defender” on ao3 by @sophtopus

[kurt-dontcry]

Hooded crow Ajax is done :D

This took longer than expected ;-;

[callofdudes]

I made more because... Because! @aidenlydia again, this is their au but I'm eating it like fish sticks on a plate of mac 'n cheese. Getting this scene out of my head because I love them and I have nothing else to do waiting for dinner.

More Viking SoapGhost.

Ghost watched, his eyes unmoving as John wrote with his charcoal wood pen on some old pages. Geez it must have been four pages with three drawings and eight life updates.

Finally John signed the bottom of the pages and rolled them up with a string.

"You done??" Ghost asked flatly when He finished.

"Yes, now I need these delivered back to Roach."

"You say that like I'm going to do it."

John looks at him, nodding. "You are."

Ghost sighs and groans. "I'm not your dumb messenger bird." He grumbles, shifting closer and standing. John pulls his cloak tighter and chuckles softly. "Actually, you are."

He holds out the folded papers to a pouty Simon. "Go on, shouldn't be long now if you get to it." John encouraged.

"Fine, but I'm bringing back a tab worth my while for it." He grumbled, looking up at the big man.

"Mhm, and I'll happily pay."

Ghost shifted, black wings flapping in the air, snatching the papers between his talons. He squawked at John, who could only smile softly, barely noticable.

And watched him head off. Simon didn't actually mind doing errands for John. If anything the combined stretching of his wings and the inevitable praise he was going to get for completing the assignment would be worth it.

Oh yes indeed.

John kept the fire lit, watching the open snowy land as Ghost's small form had left his sight. He poked the fire, watching the embers flock to the wind of the cave mouth, then over at Ghosts bedroll.

He sighed softly, placing his hand on it, noticing a stray feather stuck to the inside. He chuckled softly, picking it up and twirling it around.

"Be safe, Ghost."

Ghost did as he promised, he made the incredible eight hour journey in the shitty weather back to their small village. Fucking between houses to the main hall.

Stopping at the doors, his feet hit the ground, heading up the stairs and pushing the knocker open.

The large door swing, creaking when he entered. A head poked up, followed by a little smile. "Well well well, hunting season is barely started and you're already back."

Simon rolled his eyes softly, coming over and dropping the roll of papers. "From MacTavish."

"What is it??" Roach asked, undoing the twine.

"Hell if I know, I may be a crow but I do not snoop."

Roach gave him a look, and Simon sighed. "Ok not this time. But I was damn curious."

Roach chuckled softly. "Alright, I'll look these over, you go get some rest. Probably had a long trip."

"Well I got permission to run up a tab so I'm gonna go get my arse drunker than a bat in honey." He flipped the end of his cloth mask back over his shoulder to keep it secure. Heading back to the door and out to go get absolutely hammered.

And you don't want to see a shifter drunk, it's not always pretty. But Ghost has been starting to learn that eighteen drinks is when John has to cradle the poor crow with his talons straight out and wings a mess as he takes him home.

And of course, by the time Ghost had slept off the drunken night Roach had something new written up for him. Returning to the hall and taking the papers.

"Will you be alright to fly?? You look a little..."

"Mmm I'll be fine!" Ghost mumbled, heading from the hall and taking off again. Damn messenger bird. John better congratulate him at least or he's never running him these stupid errands ever again.

It was late when he returned, but he saw the familiar smoke and a crackling fire. Flapping his wings and stretching out his talons when he saw a dark figure among the casting, wobbling shadows.

He latched onto John's arm guard, crooning his neck and fluffing his feathers before tucking them in.

John noticed the letters and gently took them, noticing the scratchy pen writing of Roach.

"Thank you Ghost, you've done very well."

Simon melted, making a little noise and hopping up his arm, craning his head to peck at John's beard.

"Yes, good work." John put the papers down to run his large, calloused thumb over Simon's small head, gently smoothing the feathers down.

Oooh yeah, this is so worth it.

He fluffs his feathers, nipping at his hand when he attempted to pull away. "Alright then, if you insist... Get comfy."

Simon cawed at him. He wouldn't be getting comfortable. Hopping onto the ground and shifting, noticing his bedroll slightly closer.

"You miss me or something?"

"Only warming the place where my cold heart will go after I see that tab." He mumbles as he turns his attention mostly onto the letters.

Simon smiles a tad, laying down and getting comfy. He looks around, then at the fire, watching the flames dance. His head slowly coming down, resting against John's thigh.

It was hesitant, but then again peaceful. The silence only filled by the crackling fire. Simon's head feeling a mess from the last of the alcohol and the flight until Johns hand gently touched his head.

He didn't react, keeping himself stiff as Johns thumb absentmindedly stroked his hair. Eyes still glued on the letters, reading them through.

Simon relented to relaxing, curling up and pulling John's cloak over him slightly. His eyelids felt heavy, and the soothing warmth of John's hand slowly had him coming undone.

Letting himself fall asleep there, letting out soft breaths.

John's gaze finally flickered over to his partner, humming softly. "Good work, Simon. Can always count on you."

He put the papers aside and leaned back, watching the entrance of their camp as Simon slept. He would keep watch, he'd gotten enough of his own rest for now.

It's shorter but hell that first photo had me in a coma. Yes, I am insane, yes, I will make more, respectfully if I'm allowed to keep gobbling up these meals...

[mockerycrow]

ghost x gn!reader soulmate au where each others names are written somewhere on their body + scars from each others situations sometimes pop up, so when ghost fakes his death in that fire, he scratches out the name on his body, which scratches his name on yours

[isathewanderer]

help

im trying to think of what i should write next after i finish my big bang fic!! vote for which one u wanna see next pls 🙏🙏🙏

okay turns out i have WAY too many ideas to fit into one poll 💀💀💀hopefully not everyone votes for different things and we get a winner? lmk if i should make another poll w different options bc i have WAY more

shoutout to @shroombert as always for helping w fic ideas <3

[tanglekat]

I've been working on these for a while - blank Troll Call cards that are free for anyone to use. In addition to the Canon blood colors, I've included the Spritebloods from the Crow Strider AU by @meraki-sunset. These include the Spritebloods included in the AU itself, as well as the various Spritebloods from the various asks the author has answered.

I also made two different Anonymous cards, just in case people want to use them.

--- EDITED July 29, 2024 ---

I updated the various pictures by adding the blood color in small hexes beneath the cards.

They've also been arranged in order this time, and the names of each color have been moved to the image descriptions.

I've also added a new category - the fusionbloods from This post. I've given them tentative labels since they don't have official ones, and both "Grape" and "Dark Magenta" are only a few shades off from Purple and Violet.

I hope that none of these updates are too confusing; I'm grateful to everyone who's liked and reblogged so far, and wanted to improve on what I had for everyone. --- EDITED October 5, 2024 ---

I've updated the Silver / Anonymous to be Greybloods / Anonymous. Only one colour is from the Crow Strider extras; the others are simply some anonymous colours for folks' enjoyment. There are also a total of five greyblood cards now, to match the other colours.

* Main Crow Strider AU ** CSAU Extra

[smolandweirdwriter]

unpopular opinion but i really think inej would change the name of her ship. she told kaz herself that she didn't want to be the wraith anymore. she and her ship would be the Jackal, the suli's holy animal

[toournextadventure]

This little asshole gets her world rocked by Tara and then stops mid-butcher with shit like "I think I left the sink on at home." What an icon, a legend, we stan 😍😍

[emi-the-gremlin]

Saw your ml au dead boys art and I'm IMMEDIATELY so invested, they'd be so cute fr 👀 if you want an excuse to talk about them please take this as one, otherwise just know your art is adorable and my head is full, many thoughts xhsndjsnfk

Thank you<3 I’m so glad you like the doodles!

Honestly you’re giving me such an opportunity here, I don’t even know where to start lol.

First of all, this au is actually a collaboration between me, @knifesimmons, @innocentmapleleaf & @necromancer-snail over on the dead ppl detective agency server. So if you’d ever like to get the complete experience, and not just my silly yapping, you can just dm me, I’d love to send you a link to the server, so you can check it out for yourself:)

Now I think the best place to start, is a character introduction:

Heroes:

Edwin/Coccinelle: Edwin is the holder of the ladybug miraculous. His strict yet absent parents, have homeschooled him up until recently, since he’s decided to go to school.

Charles/Jinx: Charles is the holder of the black cat miraculous. He’s transformed as often as possible, and absolutely loves the freedom it has given him. Plagg is incredibly protective of him, because of his poor home life.

Crystal/Panthera: Crystal is the holder of the tiger miraculous. She frequently crossed paths with the hero boys, before becoming a holder, because of her ex Davids tendency of getting akumatized constantly, like an infinitely worse version of Mr. Pigeon.

Niko/Inoshishi: Niko is the holder of the pig miraculous. She runs this aus version of the Ladyblog; “The Coccinelle Chronicles”, she has so many videos, that she can’t post to it, because it would reveal her identity.

Jenny/Tau: Jenny is the holder of the ox miraculous. She is incredibly tired of a certain cat, always sleeping on her awning/roof, but at least it gets her more customers. She has to be the responsible adult in the group, and she definitely did not sign up for it.

Villains:

Esther/Hawkmoth: Esther is the holder of the butterfly miraculous. I mean she’s Esther Finch, need I say more.

Monty/Pavonis: Monty is the holder of the peacock miraculous. He’s a senti monster, but isn’t aware of it yet. He secretly works for Esther, but eventually gets redeemed.

Additional cast:

The Night Nurse/Gaurdian: NN is the guardian of the miraculous, and is the one tasked with picking the holders. She’s also dating a certain Ms. Jenny Green.

Death/Grand Master: we haven’t talk much about her role in the story yet.

Also they wear school uniforms (styled after Edwin’s uniform in the comics), for no other reason then I wanted to, and no one can stop me.

(I don’t get asks often, so this is a little overwhelming, but um I hope you like my answer:])

[corvidaearts]

ive made some updates to the sashimi's design

anyway go read lost in the dark (he's got a heavy heart)

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Monty, Charles, and Edwin (Cinderella AU: Chapter 2)

Edwin's smile is tired but soft. Fond. The sort of thing that always takes Monty's breath away, because he never could have guessed that something like that could ever be directed at him. What part of him could ever be allowed to be soft? Could ever be allowed to be held tenderly? He has a body that is built for labor and pain and whatever people ask of him; not something that is meant to be cherished. 

And yet when Edwin looks at him like that. When he cradles Monty's cheek like that. When Charles curls in close to him as a cat, hugs him when he's human. When both of them hold him close, allowing him to share their bed, to be cuddled close to them when they sleep.

When Edwin leans in now, gloved hand curling around Monty's waist, and presses a soft kiss to Monty's mouth, tasting of sweet bread and tea and affection.

It's hard to remember that there was once a life where he wasn't cared for. Where he wasn't treated as not just something worth holding tenderly, but as a person who is loved.

-aletterinthenameofsanity, i blink in sight, your blinding light (but you’re good to me)

Now the world falls apart, it starts when they're acting up

I wouldn't say it, but I blame them

Bleedin' hearts we are to that other stuff, all the same motivations

We'll melt away like snowflakes on a tongue, baby

So why, why, why

Why would you be lovin'?

-Hozier, Why Would You Be Loved

@deadboy-edwin @icecreambrownies @anonymousbooknerd-universe @ashildrs

@tragedy-machine @orpheusetude @jaysbraindump

@pappelsiin @itsbitmxdinhere @rexrevri @sweet-like-h0ney-lavender @saffirez

@the-ipre @sunnylemonss @days-light @agentearthling @helltechnicality

@sethlost @catboy-cabin @secretlyafiveheadeddragon @vyther15

@anything-thats-rock-and-roll @queen-of-hobgobblers @every-moment-a-different-sound

@nix-nihili @mellxncollie @tumblerislovetumblerislife @lemurafraidofthunder

@likemmmcookies @wr0temyway0ut @thelakeswillbreakourfall

@sapphic-corgi @stark-lord @frogsondeckchairs

[kurt-dontcry]

Crow Logan is done! :D

Ajax is next.