#crowtent

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The reports of my death were greatly exagerated - I'm back in the fandom

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(YESS CROWTENT!!!!!)

((crow when the recruits exist))

((wanted to write a little smth to remind everyone that crow is secretly an absolute badass while playing around with a few concepts i had for his gear. one of his biggest priorities when customising the stuff he wears on the battlefield is that it look intimidating :3))

((TW: none. other than a little bit of violence))

It wasn't long since the sightings had started. Glimpses of smoke in the peripherals of everyone's visions, a cloaked figure seemingly haunting the base's hallways and eerily bird-like calls echoing through the training fields when the rowdiness of excitable soldiers built up.

As easy as these sightings were to brush off as someone's mind playing tricks on them, they were far too frequent, far too purposeful to be anything less than an actual concern. Because it was only recruits that got to witness these 'visions' that always appeared right when they got too unruly, too loud, shocking the packs of them into silence, if just for a brief moment.

It was safe to say, the fuckers got scared quick. Not even three days later after the breakout of these sightings and rumours were spreading of the base being actually haunted, and not by their frightening Lieutenant.

And it was safe to say, they did get significantly quieter over those two and a half days, preferring to speak in hushed whispers so as to not provoke the 'ghost' waiting around for them to get just a little too loud.

But of course, there always had to be that group inside of a pack, eager youngsters ready to stupidly test the boundaries.

Late one night, that group found their way outside, into the dark, past the safety of the base's indoor lights. A mess of unrestrained laughter and boisterous personalities, they were asking for trouble.

And trouble they got.

A high-pitched shriek, a caw but not, is all the warning they get before one of them was pinned up against the side of the building in a flurry of smoke. Their friends fled - like the cowards the young and bold soon-to-be soldiers actually were, behind that loud as hell front they loved to put on - leaving behind their friend to face their terrified reflection in a pair of goggle lenses.

Those lenses, tinted so dark you could barely see through them to the eyes on the other side, glinted wickedly as the recruit's assailant tilted his head, the action sending a fresh wave of smoke from his mask.

His grip on the recruit tightened, and he tilted his head again, practically toying with the youngster, before leaning in close enough his eyes could be seen, twisted to look so mischievous while they carried nothing but a furious indignation.

"Shut up," Sergeant Crow hissed, clamping his hand over the recruit's mouth before finally releasing the poor creature with a harsh shove, watching them hurry away with what sounded like a mix between a sob and a whimper.

To everyone's pleasure, the recruits behaved much better since that night, much quieter.

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@spicycreativity are these your boys?

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The fact that engie most likely was born into generational wealth has so much potential for jokes and misunderstandings, honestly.

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Another doodledump

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Not exactly dipping but I can offer you this doodle:

,,,, so when is someone going to draw skirt!remus dipping and kissing skirt!janus bc that is something i desperately need in my life

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doodledump

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there is something about drawing the mercs as animals.

i'm trying to figure out which version i like best.

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expectations vs reality

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Doodles

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animated the pic :D

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back to my calvin and hobbes content

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Source: I was left to supervise a 3 yo for less than 20 seconds

Roman: whats ostris? Janus: Osteoporosis. It's when your bones start to look like yellow cheese. Roman:Oh Janus: Be careful. Rats loooove to nibble on cheese in the night.