#crowza au

[easia]

A Golden Crowza, his giant loving Raven wife, and a bunch of curious rats

Au for Rats SMP because I have brainrot lol

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ROYALTY AU, I LOVE THOSE Pac as a king, Fantasminha, you are amazing for doing this Let my boy be a king

Phil is just on the wall, he's a wall boi

Talking about our fellow Felipe Minecraft... HE'S EGGZA NOW I love when they simple pick a word and put a za in the end Dadza, eggza, crowza, killza

I would love to know more about the each kingdoom when you have time

And Cellbit and Bagi... I can only think of Cellbit going to the kingdom only to people immediately recognizing him as Bagi's brother and he being confused Unlikely to be what happens but it was a funny thought

I will hear anything you have to say about your aus, I love all of them

Forever: "I won't tell anyone about the black matter thing, nobody will know-" Also Forever: "hey pac, I want to tell you something"

Them<3

"I wanted to let you know, it's favela for favela"

"Yeah, a bit shattered but we will glue the pieces back"

Piranha duo my beloved I love that name KKKKKKKKKKKKK

"I NEED THOSE ARROMBADOS TO NOT BREAK MY SISTEM, THE DEMOCRACY IS PART OF MY SISTEM"

"IT WAS A ACCIDENT"

"If there's a mod that put a pan, I will find a way to make the pan make everyone safer" That's my president

New mods maybe? New mods:D? Forever is talking about asking for new mods

Unfortunally, apparently the president happens to have a problem where... HIS BLOOD IS PITCH BLACK??????? I'm going to look for a clip of when he talked to Cucurucho But man, my boy is not okay

Also I heard that Ranboo will be the gm of a rpg for the first time? I saw it once a few days ago, and I if remember well, Aimsey, Slime and Cellbit will be participating?

One of the things I would have never expected a year ago was Cellbit and Ranboo metting and playing, is nice to see how many doors qsmp opened And I still not over Cellbit's chat having a gay panic and getting shy because of Sneeg's voice

Forever asking for mod names on the chat Fit just went "minecraft sex mod" Another day on the lgbtqsmp island, imagine the things they could do with this

Also I heard fit said, out loud, he likes pac? Like, everybody knew, but he said it?

At least some couples are working I heard Bagi and Tina kissed, on the cheek, but still

Guapoduo hopefully will be just fine once they are together again

I just remembered the time I was doing a rp with some friends and there these those two characters who were having a gay panic since they met and I say off the rp, because at some point one of them called the other gatinha once, "imagine if she starts calling her gatinha" and my friend just went "SAPHIC GUAPODUO"

Pac is talking with chat about and someone said orespawn That would be chaotic Sadly I think that mod is only avaliable to 1.7.2, I remember watching videos with that mod but never played 1.7.2 used to be my favourite version to play with mods actually I just liked it, thaumcraft was fun to play in that version, I'm don't know much about the newer versions tho, didn't play much

-Plate anon

Philza's name is so nicknameable i love it. it's like roier adding -ioer to the end of anything and that's him now. i love it we need more of it XDD

FELIPE MINECRAFT!!! OFFICIAL BRAZILIAN!!! YAHOOOO

vv quick about bagi and cellbit's kingdom >:DD : it's called Orparon inspired by Ordem Paranormal ofc and they worship four deities! Knowledge, death, blood, and chaos and have a very high belief in the paranormal. All citizens of the kingdom have the oppertunity to pick which deity they want to like be apart of/to worship and that's like a super important part of who they are. It usually relates to what sort of magic that person will do and learn as well!! The royal family kept what Cellbit looked like super hidden because they feared people trying to imitate him but he has the classis white hair streak still. Bagi's hair is flipped like her hc character so all white with a brown streak in the front!! ALSOOO Pac's kingdom is called Chume kingdom and they consider magic like a sort of science so it's highly researched and studies >:DD Because Pac is a prince/to be king he gets his own lab and greenhouse where he grows magical plants in the castle. He makes his own poisons (for fun) and antidotes for a lot of them so if anyone wants to assassinate him they will have to pick something that isn't poison related lmao

i love pirananahduo :')) they've grown so much closer recently it's so sweet (before purgaotry esp during the happy pills arc) i love seeing pac on forever's streams TT

I love you mr. president. his blood and black he is likely dying on the inside to an infection no one knows the cure to OR knows about and yet he wants to find a way to make frying pans safer/have people be safer TT i love him

YES!! Ranboo's Subathon starts tomorrow (December 13 I think) and on one of the days during his subathon they will be playing DND!! i have no idea if it's tomorrow or if it's like.....on another day but THEY ARE PLAYING TOGETHER AND IM SO EXCITED!!!!! AAAH ITS GOING TO BE SO FUN I JUST KNOW IT TT <33 the qsmp has opened so many doors for so many creators it's so nice to see :"))

SAPPHIC GUAPODUO OUTSOLD OG GUAPODUO!!! so sorry kings but woman are better u-u it's just facts

i am not smart enough to figure out minecrat mods so ive never played with any kjsndvas my younger brother plays a lot more then me, he use to play a lot using the origins mod. i use to watch a lot of mod vidoes/playthrough with modded minecraft tho

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AAAAAAAAAAHHH

You know that feeling when you just kind of laying down somewhere and your cat just decides to lay down with you or kind of walks around you a bit before lying down?

A bunch of tinies doing that with their giant friend we'll they're all just getting comfortable to take a nap, the giant can just feel there lil feet walking along their back or there lil hands helping them climb over there arms

Just the soft reminder of how many small lives trust you and feel comfortable enough to just hang out

-Plant

*sobsssss* That's so soft wth! I'm definitely using that in a fic. I can imagine Crowza doing it to Techno. So cute 😭😭

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✨ Crowza surfs the void ✨

[belovedgamers]

I am replying via asks, so hello again! Apologies for not specifying earlier about which fic of yours i was going to draw (knowing me i could have been thinking of all of them) i was mostly thinking of the god au though! It has inspired me for a few ideas, so i'll probably be popping in multiple times with different art pieces (considering an animatic too possibly 👀) And once more, i wish you a good day or night! :D

Oh my goodness! Yes of course!! This is so lovely!

God AU was sort of a spur of the moment thing that spiraled. Originally, the fic was just going to be Foolish walking out on Eret (I had the line "don't do this, please" in Eret's voice on loop inside my head), but then, you know, he killed Eret and Eret came back God of Betrayal and boom! Triple the word count.

I ended up adding a bunch of worldbuilding in too... Man.

I could definitely see myself coming back to it if there's interest!

[tea-with-veth]

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🏖 - Share a funny scene in one of your WIPs:

help girl so many of my wips are angst. but have something cute from Pocketful of Rye, my crowza AU with @lumberjack-halt-halt

“Oh!” Ranboo says. “Uh. Hi. Bird.”

“He’s called Zeph,” Tubbo reminds him. “Hi Zeph. What’s it like being a bird?”

“Stupid, prob’ly.” Tommy’s month is muffled by cookies. “Gotta be dumb being a bird.” 

Ranboo snorts. “You’re just jealous he can eat bugs and you can’t.” 

“Oi! I’ll have you know if I really wanted to I could eat lots of bugs. All the fuckin’ bugs. I just show restraint, because, because, it’s not good for the environment to be-- taking all the bugs out of the egosystem.” 

[dreamsmp-au-ideas]

Okay you know what? Let’s go and actually expand on that Shrek au with Option B because all I talked about was the idea. Now I’m going to go with the characters and shit.

Right. So for one, Techno is full pigliin here and is absolutely terrifying. Both because of how he looks and because of his past, where he literally decimated his enemies quickly and in the most terrifying manner possible. Blood for the Blood God is what he said while he was in battle.

Nowadays though, he’s planting potatoes and taking Carl out for a ride at times. Alone. With no one around. And with everyone running away from him. And no company for the past few years.

Quackity and Wilbur is a talking duck, and a talking donkey respectively and are traveling bards. Whether they are hybrids or full animals is up to you. They both are shitpost energy though and 100% annoy Techno nonstop and he is tempted to have the duck for dinner and have the donkey as money compensation.

Quackity is scared of Techno but still provokes him, Wilbur is not and goes and also provokes him. It’s like having two younger siblings to be honest and it’s hilarious.

Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo are all sons of King Philza and Queen Kristin from the Antarctic Empire. In this au Mumza and Philza are both badasses and managed to go and get a whole kingdom and we love them for it.

Course Phil was Crowza before that and he may have went and made a deal with XD to become a human and that subsequently got his kids cursed. Whoops.

Now those three are up at a castle waiting for their true love. Which is bullshit in their opinion. What the fuck. True Love’s Kiss? Boring.

Purpled is a mercenary, albeit young but that’s what happens when your brother goes missing two years before but he’s good at his job and overall stoic and sarcastic. Then he gets implemented into the found family and now if anyone touches them he will kill everyone in this kingdom and then himself.

Niki, Jack, Sapnap, George, and Eret are all the Fairy Tale guys who are good friends with Techno and the others and are amazing. We love them. Also, Eret may not be official king but she may be one anyways, she slays in those clothes and she has good leadership.

Puffy, Sam, Ponk (before fourth movie plot), Foolish, Slime, and Karl are all apart the Antarctic Empire council and are overall good dudes. We love them here. We love them a lot.

Anyways that’s all I have on characters, might make Fundy both the baby and Prince Arther because Foxes age faster and stuff like that but who knows.

[whoopsiedaisiesandwhimsy]

Winnie the pooh au? Idk, just wilbear soot and raccooninnit and crowza and techno pig and tubbgoat and catboo vibing in the woods. Their Christopher Robin is just Chat. Techno is the biggest and has some grey spots because I said so. Tommy gets dirty and damaged more than any of the others. He has a little bandana around his neck. Wilbur is the softest and he has a little guitar.

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Crowza - 1

I’ve had this AU idea sitting in my brain for a while and I’m going to turn it into a full-on fanfiction series. I’ll be tagging it as Crowza AU Here is Chapter 1 💙 No trigger warnings for this one. ^^ just good fluff. ft. Mumza as Lady Death, 1.6k words

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There truly is no proper comparison to flying. Sure you can describe the feeling, you can say it's like swimming in freedom, but it will never compare to actually flying.

Philza thinks about this as he soars through the air, wind blowing through his primary feathers. Occasionally he flaps, defying the gravity that tries to pull him back down to earth. He takes a breath of fresh air, relishing the way it chills his lungs. If it weren't for his cloak and his feathers, he would be quite cold this high above the ground. Especially in early spring.

Although it's early April, occasional drifts of snow still dot the landscape below him as the birdman flies north for the summer. Twice a year, he makes this migration, and although it may be warmer in the southern areas, Phil enjoys the northern pine forest he calls his summer home. It's special to him for three reasons.

Kristin, his home, and his boys.

First things first, however. He needs to stop by his cache and see if it had been raided by squirrels while he was gone. Or if anything fresh is caught in his traps. Nasty buggers, always giving him grief. Troublesome creatures. Phil banks left and dives down towards a thick old oak tree with winding and twisted branches. He lands on one, bird feet gripping with sharp claws, and hops down to where his stash should be.

Near the center of the tree, the branches arch and wind themselves together in such a way that it forms the perfect shelter for someone his size. It had taken him a good century to help the young tree grow in such a way, but it gives him the perfect shelter year after year so every painstaking day of tying young branches was worth it.

Phil looks around to make sure he's not being watched before hopping inside. One can never be too careful when your cache is involved. His wings fold behind him as he walks forward, ducks under a large branch, and enters his storage room. A quick scan confirms that nothing found his home this winter and he relaxes, breathing a sigh of relief and grabbing some squirrel jerky to munch on.

It had been a long flight and he wants nothing more than to just flop on his bed and take a short nap, but he has two homes to visit first. His wings seem to ache in protest but he steps back outside and takes off into the sky once more.

A few strong flaps put him in the air and he soars the short distance it takes to get to his boys' cabin. He can see it from the top of his tree, it is an easy flight. He notices the youngest of the three outside chopping firewood and decides to land on the roof some ways above him. The sky is overcast enough that his silhouette looks just like a rather large crow.

The movement catches the boy's eye and he looks up, putting a gloved hand up to his face to try and shield his eyes from the bright white cloudshine. He squints and yells up at what he assumes is the same bird he's been seeing for years now, "Oi! Good to see you! Took your sweet time this year!"

Phil shuffles his wings and scoffs quietly. He's right on time. He always shows up to his Lady's forest on the same day every year. He watches his boy fondly as he continues to talk to himself, quieter now as he hefts the axe to chop another log in half. "Y'know, Wilbur thinks you're a crow but I think you're too big to be a crow. Plus I don't think crows can live as long as you have."

Phil sits down on the peak of the roof, legs still under him in case he needs a speedy escape. He listens to the peaceful sounds of a quiet life. A cold chill on the breeze, shadows crossing the ground as clouds moved through the sky, the occasional birdsong reaching their ears, the thunk of the axe as it chops through the wood.

The door to the cabin opens and Phil tenses, ready to fly off if attention is directed to him. He’s a little close to it and it could be a risk if whoever steps out decides to look up at him. While he loves these boys, if they find out he isn’t a crow then he’d never be able to return and watch them again.

A tall brunette steps out and calls to the blonde, “Hey, Tommy, when you’re done out here, could you come inside? Techno got a letter and we need to discuss it together, as a family.”

Tommy nods and sets down the axe. He nods towards the roof. “Hey, Wilbur, your crow friend is back. Silent as always.”

Whelp! Time to get out of there! Phil immediately takes off, flapping hard and flying over the boys’ heads. His silhouette is even harder to recognize as anything other than a crow as he soared away. Wilbur says, “Oh yeah, there it is, just like every year. You reckon he likes us?”

Whatever Tommy replies, Phil doesn’t hear it. He’s too far away, heading towards where Kristin lives in the forest. The landscape below him becomes denser and darker, the pines twisting and behaving oddly. Branches bend lower and often twist together. Crow caws are more frequent and a few join him as he flies towards his destination.

“Dadza!”

“Philza! It’s been so long!”

“Return of Dadza! Dadza! We missed you!”

Phil chuckles, striking up casual conversation with them, telling them stories of his travels. He does this every year when he returns from migration. Some of the murder follow him south during the winter but let him visit his boys alone. They prefer to stay with their lady, and Phil doesn’t blame them. He’d stay with her all the time if he was allowed.

At last they reach Kristin’s home. The murder descends and a few part ways to fly in through the open window. Phil smiles as he lands on a doormat that reads “On Death’s Door” and chuckles at the inside joke as he uses the tiny knocker built at the bottom just for him. The door opens and the most beautiful woman in all of history looks down at him with a fond smile. “And who would this be, knocking at my door?”

She wears a long black dress that graces her curves breathtakingly. Dark brown hair flows off her shoulders like a waterfall of shadows. Her voice is like the sound of windchimes in a gentle breeze, enveloping Phil in its peace. Even if his feet are rooted to the ground, his heart soars with joy. She is his everything and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Phil takes his hat off and bows to her, wings spread. When he looks up, she leans down and extends a hand towards him to step up onto. “You know I’d never miss an opportunity to have a brush with Death.”

His grin widens as she gives him a withering look. “You’ve said the same joke for the last five decades.”

“And you’ve said the same response for the last four decades.”

He laughs and balances himself as she lifts her hand. He bows his head as she presses a kiss to the top of his head, blush dusting his cheeks. The kiss of Death, if you will. Even if they’ve been together for forever, he’ll never get over these little moments. Coming back from his winter migration is his favorite part of the year.

Phil’s feathers ruffle and he places his hat back on his head. Nobody can make him feel as light as she can. She strokes his feathers and asks him about his flight, letting him perch on her hand. He tells her about the herd of deer he passed who had two fawns among them and the pack of wolves he heard while roosting one night.

She listens attentively to his words and pours him a small cup of tea. Phil could never express his love for her in the right way but he knows she understands. Their mob settles around them and drinks in every word, occasionally adding their own and squabbling amongst themselves. This is his family as much as his boys in their cabin are. He feels peace, drinking the bittersweet tea in his tiny cup. 

A younger crow hops up and leans against Phil and preens his wings.

“Mumza! Mumza and Dadza!”

“Puppies! We love to see it!”

“Can we go visit them? I want to hear them!”

“Shiny ring… Phil, what about your boys?”

Phil hums and Kristin snaps her fingers. “I almost forgot! I meant to warn you, but the air is different this year. I’m not quite sure what’s going on, but I’ve felt more death in these areas than before. A few of my crows have gone missing.” She pets down his back, smoothing his feathers. “Be careful. I don’t want you to be among them, okay?”

He gives her his best reassuring smile and says, “You know me, Kristin. I never let anything happen to me. How many years have I managed to escape death?”

She chuckles. “Many times, though there have been some close calls. Just watch out. There are fates worse than death, my love.”

He bows his head. “Of course, my lady. I’ll keep an eye out.”

The rest of the night goes smoothly. New crows that followed Phil there introduce themselves to Lady Death and join their flock. By the time the fire in the fireplace dies down, the two are fast asleep in her bed, snuggled together and dreaming of a happy future.

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Crowza - 2

Hey, I’m on AO3 too! It’ll be the first thing updated when I finish a chapter from now on, but only by like, a few hours. :P I’ll be updating this fic on the first of every month so you guys know when to expect it next. This was sitting in my Docs almost done for weeks and I finally sat down and went “I’m writing the rest of this.” and did it, so here’s chapter two!

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Sunlight filters through the branches and leaves of the old oak. Phil lifts a wing over his face, grumbling about how the sun is always at the perfect angle to blind him every morning. Of course, he does this song and dance every spring. He’s not exactly an early bird, which is why he never blocks it. It helps him get up in the morning.

The tiny bird hybrid resigns to his fate and sits up, blinking blearily at his old home. A torn picture of his boys hangs on the far end of the hollow. He grins, happy to be greeted by their faces. The photo had been yoinked last year when it fell out of Tommy’s jacket during one of his more daring excursions. Always so chaotic, that one, Philza chuckles to himself as the thought crosses his mind. Good memories.

He walks to his stash of nuts and jerky and various other bits of food he collected and preserved the autumn before migration. He crafts a quick granola bar, thanking his lucky stars that chocolate is so easily preserved, and enjoys a sweet homemade breakfast. Pleased chirps escape him as he basks in the perfect simplicity of it all.

Today is full of plans. A lot can happen in a few months and Phil needs to make sure there’s no new predators in the area that might get the jump on him, so he’s going to patrol the area. His territory needs to be safe. He’s always very careful about going about this. It’s rare, but if humans decide to start building near him, he’d need to know.

That and he needs somewhere to get coffee. He’d think that centuries of drinking the stuff would convince him to invent a tiny coffee machine, but why create something that will break eventually when he can just sneak into a human’s house and borrow enough to last him a month of two? Of course, he won’t be borrowing that much today, but the next time all three boys leave the house, he’s certainly going to stock up. Today, he just needs a little pick-me-up.

Phil walks to the edge of his home and ducks under the branches protecting it from outsiders, then hops up them like a staircase to get the best vantage point to take off flying. A low mist hovers over the pine forest, the sun’s rays burning away at it and painting the morning in brilliant hues of gold. Phil launches himself into the air, powerful flaps disturbing the mist and sending him high above the trees. The sky above is void of clouds as he spreads his wings and coasts. The air he breathes chills his lungs but the morning sun provides a warm contrast to the feeling. Appreciation for the peace fills his chest as if it were something physical.

Spring truly is his favorite season. The crisp scent of pines and melting snow permeates the air. A few shy birds send their song up, declaring their presence to the world. This is home, this is where he loves to be, where he longs to be every winter when he has to migrate south. Occasionally, a crow joins him in the air, lazily flapping in the soft breeze.

Phil casts his eyes towards the ground, watching for any stray movements. He’d heard of mountain lions moving into the area from Kristin. They’re fleeing the forest fires west of them, she’d said. She thought maybe they were the cause of the odd feeling she has and Phil was inclined to agree, but you can never be too careful. Eventually, after finding nothing, he flies to the humble house his boys call home.

When the birdman reaches the cabin that houses his boys and nothing is amiss, he decides to land in a nearby tree and rest. The sun had climbed to about midday and he has yet to find anything that would tip him off. He fluffs his feathers as a chill sets in, the branches and needles of the tree warding off the sunlight, and takes out some squirrel jerky he packed for lunch. Perhaps it simply isn’t time to find this ominous omen Kristin gave him and he’s jumping the gun.

The door to the home opens and two people step out. It’s the blonde and brunette from the previous day. Philza watches them as they talk about something with low voices. It’s a bit odd to hear the youngest one talking so softly. Tommy’s usually boisterous and loud, throwing banter back and forth with Wilbur and giving the occasional sibling shove.

Philza hums as he takes another bite of jerky. When he goes on his coffee run inside the house, perhaps he’ll look for any clues. The thought that something could be wrong with them twists a knot of worry in his stomach. A chill goes down his spine as he realizes he hasn’t seen Techno out and about these last few days. He forgets any plans to raid the house later and throws all caution to the wind. Oh Ender, please let him be okay and not deathly ill or something.

Tommy and Wilbur climb into the red pickup next to their house and drive away. Phil immediately swoops down out of his tree and soars the short distance to the old cabin, flapping to slow himself so he can land quietly. It was his saving grace that they like to decorate the windows so he doesn’t crash into them all the time. He flap-hops around the house until he finds a window cracked open and slowly opens it further so he can crawl inside. It’s harder to find open windows further into the season since so many bugs come out.

He listens hard and looks around for any movement, staying stock still.

Nothing, the house is silent, save for the crackle of the fireplace.

He carefully steps in further, wings poised to take off at any given moment. The inside is just as cozy as the outside. The walls are decorated with photos of the trio, of a family Philza has watched grow up over the years. It’s surprisingly clean, the hand-knitted rainbow blanket folded over the back of the old leather couch. It smells like pine smoke and coffee, and bacon. Phil would find it funny if he wasn’t so worried for Techno at that moment. He hops about the living room, making his way towards the kitchen. If he can’t find anything here, he may as well get some coffee.

There’s nothing amiss on the coffee table. Phil’s claws leave tiny indentations on the softwood as he walks across it. The lamp next to him offers a little bit of light but he can see fine with the natural light coming through the windows. There’s an ad for an animal shelter in the newspaper, a comic making fun of teenagers with phones, news of the new president, and an article about a pipeline being built sometime next year. The birdman frowns at that, making a mental note. He’ll need to put an end to that before it ruins his home. He shakes his head. Right now is not the time! He needs to see if there’s anything wrong! His gaze gets caught by the fashion magazine open to a page on robes and turns a few pages, admiring the modern clothes that differ so much from his own- Oh right! Techno!

He flaps into the kitchen and trots across the counter towards the calendar hanging on the fridge. Today is circled in red with the word “ADOPTION” in messy, bold lettering. Adoption? Techno and Wilbur aren’t married, right? They can’t adopt children, right? Confusion replaces the worry in his mind but he shrugs. As far as Phil can tell by all the clues, Techno isn’t in any danger and it’s safe to get some coffee from the pot on the counter opposite of him. He hops over and crouches on the edge, dipping his rabbit-skin waterskin in and filling it full of the delicious drug.

There’s a cough from upstairs in the attic and Philza nearly jumps out of his skin. His feet slip on the edge of the pot and his wings flare out to make up for the sudden loss of balance. The mug next to him falls off the counter and shatters on the linoleum flooring with a loud crash. Oh god, oh fuck. There’s no way Techno didn’t hear that. The bird hybrid quickly reaches into the pot and retrieves his waterskin and swiftly flies back to the window, heart pounding.

He knows he’s leaving a few feathers behind, but it doesn’t matter as long as he himself doesn’t get caught. He can hear the telltale creaks of a ladder as he takes off into the open air again, inhaling deeply and landing back in his tree. What was he thinking?! Going to check on one of the beans?! He put himself in unnecessary danger just for some person he got way too attached to!

From the safety of his branch, Phil watches Techno shut the window he’d made his escape from. The piglin hybrid seems fine, no hint of any severe illnesses. The cough didn’t even sound that bad, like he was just clearing his throat. That was too close. He can’t let it happen again. Phil takes a swig of his coffee and flies off to keep scouting out his territory. I’m going to give myself a nice preen tonight, he thinks as he coasts over the trees. That nearly gave me a heart attack.

He goes back to doing his routine check-ups and patrolling around his territory, promising himself he would do better to keep himself safe. Surely he’s not losing his edge, right? Surely not…

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how's Crowza going?

It's going alright. I missed my deadline this last month, but there was irl stuff that happened and then Artfight started and I've been focusing on that this month. I have the next chapter outlined and I'm excited to write it though! It'll be extra long to make up for missing last month's :D

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I just talked for an hour and a half about Crowza with a friend and we just fleshed out so much backstory and they gave us genuine help with a section we’ve been struggling to write in the third chapter and it made me really excited to write it again. I’m going to have to do a sequel at this point! There’s multiple deities now and plot points to reach and character arcs and the magic is fleshed out now, and I actually know what I’m writing towards now. This is great!

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I have to apologize cause writing Chapter 2 of Crowza is taking a while. It’s cause of a couple of things, mental health and trying to fix the state of our apartment and also employment issues, but mostly because we’re editing it to make sure it’s the best it can be before we put it out. A few areas were lacking and I really want to flesh out the things Phil did on his own before I pick up the plot. Thank you all for being so patient 💙 

Also these are the reasons I haven’t uploaded any of the requests as well iohuigyuv I have an Allium Duo in the works and I’ve been excited to write it <3 <3

[tea-with-veth]

Techno and Crowza from @lumberjack-halt’s AU.

i care they <3

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part four strangers on internet au :0? curious if it was ongoing no pressure ofc! have an epic day :]

The AU actually doesn't belong to me ^^ I have no plans on continuing my take on the Dream Team's meetup, but if you pop on over to @possiblyaperson03's blog, they've got a ton more on their AU! The canon version is a bit different from my take too, a bit darker. Very fun read!

I've been wanting to write my take on Tommy and Wilbur's reunion but I have a lot of requests and Crowza and the Fangfic to write before I get to that and it'll probably be done by then :P /nm

[tea-with-veth]

9, 21, and 25 for the fic ask game?

9. longest wip of the year

my crowza AU that I'm working on with @lumberjack-halt! It's currently at 20k words and still growing!

I answered 21 and 25 earlier-- you can check the #teahound answers tag!