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[krowspiracyanon]

Leftover Chocolate (Late Valentine’s Day with Krow)

Angst/Fluff, SFW - still MDNI🔞

Krow belongs to @thekrows-nest while the Dove OC (Paloma) is mine.

Notes: Please excuse the very short fic, I’m pretty blocked right now.

I made this a late Valentine’s Day for the angst. Also just in case I didn’t finish this/it wasn’t seen in time.

I also had to Google the weather in the place I have as a mental stand-in for Columbidae City, so while there is a rainy season that could push these two together under shelter, I’ve probably taken some creative licence and slightly exaggerated how fresh the mildly cool weather is. Just as an excuse to get shy touch averse Dove to hug up with someone who is only casually familiar.

There’s some slight foreshadowing if you squint. So enjoy.

…

It’s Valentine’s Day! 

Heart in their mouth, Krow goes to their favourite cafe, hoping for a good spot to sketch Dove from. And the courage to slip them the expensive box of chocolates they bought.

Unfortunately the cafe is a lot more popular than they counted on. It’s so busy Krow doesn’t even get to speak to Dove. They’re a distant flustered figure bobbing between the back and the counter, ringing up faster than they’re accustomed to, and hanging back while Gabby tears strips off the entitled couples.

Krow scans the sea of oblivious lovebirds for a place to sit but finds nowhere. Everyone else is gazing into a matched pair of eyes and nobody seems to even see them. Gabby is now raising her voice back and Dove is gone. So as much as Gabby hates Krow, there’s an even smaller chance of being served quickly than usual.

Despite the noise cancelling headphones the environment is overstimulating and Krow feels a growing meltdown. There are surges of being invisible, excluded, trying to suppress panic and rage without publicly biting at their hands. They decide to just leave.

Dejected, Krow goes home and climbs straight into a cold empty bed, curling up for some kind of comfort.

In the morning they see the chocolate box sitting on the counter by itself and it upsets them all over again. Sighing, they decide to go to the food bank (they had to go anyway) to drop those off. Those chocolates were budgeted for and look delicious but Krow just can’t bear to eat an unwanted gift alone.

Walking through the park they tell themselves it was just another day. Back to reality. In their ears Lionel Ritchie sings ‘Stuck On You’. A cool wind seems to blow through their well washed hoodie and into an empty space in their chest. 

Finally glancing up Krow hesitates and yanks their headphones down. Approaching in the distance that almost looks like… Dove? 

They recognise Krow. “Krow?! I think I saw you yesterday but we were so slammed. Where did you go?” They spot the chocolates. “Ah ha. Did you wait to get those half price? That’s good thinking.”

It suddenly begins to spit, the oppressive clouds threatening heavier rain. Still chatting they walk to the nearest bench with some shelter. 

Dove has to squeeze over to avoid a damp spot and lower down awkwardly off balance, bracing their hand on the seat behind Krow’s shoulders. In a daze, Krow tentatively steadies their waist. Dove is forced to sit so close they allow their arm to slip around Krow. “Is this ok? You look a bit cold without a jacket.”

Their respective heights are a little awkward this way but Krow slumps down gratefully and tucks themselves in under Dove’s protective arm like a wing. Dove thinks it’s the cold and envelops Krow tighter, bundling their stocky body and soft textured hoodie in closer. Both of the pair’s cheeks are flushed.

Dove is less shy one on one and with someone slightly familiar. They’ve served Krow many times and the short artist is always sitting quietly in the background, a reassuring presence as they work. Normally they can’t stand being touched but right now it feels natural to huddle and warm the cute slightly smaller person up.

Dove murmurs about their favourite pigeons while idly crumbling a bag of stale bread with their fingers, hoping for some to appear, and Krow studies their free hand. There are slight calluses on their fingertips and smudges of coloured chalk in their nails. They can feel Dove breathing and suddenly the grey drizzling weather can’t touch them.

Dove sighs quietly in relief. “This is so much nicer than the cafe. At least there’s somewhere to sit down. We’re the smart ones alright.” 

After a while Krow takes initiative and hopefully proffers the box. They murmur slyly. “E-even leftover i-it would be a pity to eat these alone, Dove...” 

Dove laughs warmly. Both huddle under the shared shelter and eat the chocolates together, enjoying the tiny piece of space they carved out for themselves.

[krowspiracyanon]

Minors go away!

I really debated taking this off anon because (outside of a delicately phrased question or rare shock value joke with people I feel more comfortable with) I don’t generally feel comfortable to write spicy content and prefer not to receive sexual questions or requests.

But this is the first piece of fanfiction I’ve ever really written and published. It’s not too explicit and focuses more on Keith’s healing emotional state. I’m kinda proud of it. *puts it in the archives so it won’t get lost*

Wig Anon says hi 👋

So… fanfic of the boys? First attempt at writing any fic ever (and on mobile) so please be kind to wig anon. Too shy to send anything too spicy but here goes. Tumblr please don’t eat this. Minors DNI.

‘Afterglow/Aftermath’

Description: Tenebris x GN reader, plus implied Keith. Lime? Set after a recent violent incident. Fluff, hurt/comfort, mild angst, non-graphic sexual mention, physical pain/injury mention, emotional distress mention, non-human partner. Soft dom and brattiness if you squint.

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Your breathing was relaxed and synced with his. Melded softly to the blue man’s back, you caught the sage herbal whiff of sweat at his nape that your warm cloth had missed. The warm zephyr of your breath curled along his neck and your hips cradled his behind.

‘Ten?’ He responded with a drowsy grunt. ‘How are you holding up?’ At his request you had abandoned his bedbound wipe down and rocked him to a gentle release while lying on your sides. But you were worried. You had propped him comfortably with the support of pillows and your own spooned body to avoid jarring the puckered healing stitches, checked in only to be told ‘green’, but despite how little his slim frame was moved you hadn’t missed the subtle tightness in his shoulders or the sheen of unbidden sweat as if he had been oiled.

’S’fine.’ He mumbled. ‘I can take it so Keith doesn’t have to. And I get this instead of him!’ An inhuman grin cracked his cheek up to his ear, visible even in quarter profile from behind as he lazily reached back for you - and flinched.

‘It’s not fine! I told you it was too soon. You don’t always have to be so tough.’ Your fingers tapped lightly but firmly on his hip. ‘Now lie down mister or you’re heading for a smacked bottom.’

He grudgingly acquiesced and you locked his legs securely in place with your own. Quietly… ‘And how is Keith?’

He hesitated. ‘He’s… recovering. He got a nasty fright when I couldn’t react in time and he panicked with the pain but it also seems like a deep emotional wound. He can’t trust anybody now.’

‘Well we don’t have to rush him. We’ll be here when he’s ready to come out.’

Your breaths both eventually slowed as your soothing weight on Ten’s uninjured back bespelled him. Both of you entered a deep healing sleep.

And unseen, while being so securely held… His jagged mouth shrank down to a soft drooping rosebud. A relaxation entered his unconscious aspect. And a healthy unfevered blush bloomed in his smooth peachy cheek.

This is so precious 🥺 I love it. You did amazing for a first attempt!!

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[cornmonarch]

a series (left side of the first image is scribbled out bc ksa spoilers)

[forstillness]

Coming back here because it is a blog that doesn’t exist as part of my time as KSA....

Navigating and interrogating space. 

What is interesting me: the tension between precision of measurement and division and the real uses of the space that will come to be in flux as work is assembled and disassembled... the ways that we will contort our work and space around our neighbours will be less rigid, easily identifiable and controlled... and the workspaces will become more saturated with information...

This is definitely evolving out of my own discomfort and confusion re the start of term here... being out of my depth is making me crave some kind of non-resolution that starts with the walls and the floors... I spoke to Mom about this on the phone; I am asking questions back at the newness and the nowness which takes the shape of the studios... there is something about interrogating nothing, a non-history, an archive of paint drips and scribbled words and whited out, broken boards that becomes a sort of muted palimpsest of information, an archive of things left out, left behind... there is no hierarchy of information, no discrepancy between where somebody scratched into the wall with keys while waiting for a friend to go to lunch, and the remenants of final 

The workspace being the negative space of the gallery?

What if I return to the same spot and photograph in a month, once work is present in the space- from a distance or again- just walls...? - not sure 

[brideandgroomoman-blog]

The Arab Fashion Council celebrates Vogue Talents Day at the Arab Fashion Week

Arab Fashion Council celebrates Vogue Talents Day

Dhruv Kapoor, Hussein Bazaza, Daniele Carlotta and Nora Al Shaikh are four talented designers selected by Vogue Italy’s Deputy Editor in Chief and Head of Vogue Talents Sara Sozzani Maino and the Lebanese designer Rami Kadi closed the day showing support to the creative talents Fashionistas were fascinated by the extraordinary collection of the following designers.

PORTFOLIO REVIEW BY VOGUE TALENTS

Vogue Italy's Deputy Editor in Chief and Head of Vogue Talents, Sara Sozzani Maino and Arab Fashion Council's Founder and Chief Executive started the 3rd day of the Arab Fashion Week in an official portfolio review session which took place at the Arab Fashion Council's head quarters in Dubai that enabled shortlisted designers to review their portfolio and receive the advice from industry expert. The winners will be featured on Vogue Talents. Sara Sozzani Maino, Vogue Italy’s Deputy Editor in Chief and Head of Vogue Talents said: “Supporting the new generation of designers through AFW is fundamental. At this stage these designers need to confront themselves with new markets In order to grow their business. The opportunity to show in Dubai is unique and we are very ha ppy to be part of it”.

  Hussein Bazaza – Lebanon

Hussein showcased EXPERIMENT 2020, for many reasons it is not designed by Hussein Bazaza himself. The actual creative director this season is Portu, his school imaginary friend. Bazaza believes that she was always his creative mind and the reason behind his “creative rebellion” when he would sketch on all his exam papers, on every page of his books and every line of his scribbled notebooks. The designer wanted to transport her from imaginary to reality, finally bringing her to life and showing you the exact steps taken in drawing the sketches. The aim behind it was to experience what many artists feel and sense as they try to envision the designs with their eyes closed. It is also all about the contradiction between reality and fantasy and how these two entities turned out chemically identical in our brains.

Hussein Bazaza – Lebanon

Dhruv Kapoor - India

Dhruv Kapoor - India Dhruv presented Spring Summer 2020, a twisted approach on contemporary society offering contrasting elements that are seamlessly juxtaposed to help build multiple subjective stories. From hyper-feminine silhouettes to oversize boyfriend fits, each piece makes its space in this broad spectrum. Patchwork florals, far east temple inspired rustic prints, glitch stripes with a soft undertoneof grunge that connects two poles together. The brand builds an eclectic mix of stories and the consumer is the storyteller.

Daniele Carlotta – Italy

Daniele is an Italian designer who grew up in a family that has been working in the fashion and design business for several decades selling since the end of 70s, Haute Couture fabrics from the biggest names of the Italian and French fashion system, as well as upholstery and luxurious English wallpapers. From a very young age, Daniele surrounded by fabrics, threads and refined materials was fascinated by the excellence of sartorial creations.

Daniele Carlotta – Italy

Nora Al Shaikh – KSA

Nora Jeddah-based designer showcased Spring/Summer 2020, she took inspiration from her Saudi heritage. She is constantly inspired by local cultures and craft traditions, but never in a literal way. She designs for contemporary women and tries to create clothes with an ease and modernity that can be worn anywhere in the world, who creates streamlined separates and dresses in richly colored satins, silks and cottons. She’s always been interested in playing with proportions and creating separates that can be worn in different ways that looked to her Najdi roots in central Arabia, which comes through in her choice of colors and the use of cording for embellishment. Among her staples is her deconstructed tailored shirt, variations of which emerge in her collections each season.

Nora Al Shaikh – KSA

Rami Kadi – Lebanon

The Vogue Talents day was culminated by the show of the the Lebanese American designer Rami Kadi which was opened by the International Model and Actress Megan Pormer. Kadi has showcased Fall Winter 2019-2020 collection, he explores these questions using the flower as his main protagonist. He was inspired to do so whilst browsing through a private book collection in Beirut, where he came across Taschen’s reprint of The Temple of Flora, a box set portfolio of illustrations by Robert John Thornton that was originally published in 1799. The prints had such an impression on Rami Kadi that the next step was thinking of a contemporary response to them. This response became the collection. The Temple of Flora highlights novel techniques of handcrafting such as hand-painted plastic leaves, laser-cut techniques and 3D-knitted iridescent sequins. Silhouettes are a composition of 3D materials, with ombré of feathers inspired from the depth of flowers’ petals. Rami Kadi said: "Closing the day of Vogue Talents at the Arab Fashion Week is a message of Rami Kadi's brand vision in giving back to the region and supporting the new talent which is definitely the future of the fashion industry"

Rami Kadi – Lebanon Read the full article

[krowspiracyanon]

Pink In The Night (Dorian’s regrets)

Angst. SFW, still MDNI 🔞

Dorian is from the 10:16 VN and belongs to @artwithoutblood

Notes: This was written very quickly and I felt like being just as melodramatic as the awful bratty goth, so please excuse any purple prose.

The plot has been haunting me ever since Dorian threw us into the elevator and I sent in an ask saying a certain yearning Mitski song suited him.

I love Dori but Woe. Angst be upon you.

…

Dorian is awake tonight, a pink glow on his face from the endless artificial sun.

Complex emotions are unfolding unbidden. He is completely alone but his cheeks are blooming with memories of you.

He can hear thumps and cracks from ash and birds outside, like the strong working and the sharp pain of his heart. He wonders what you can hear. If you still do.

The ash still rustles, patters, and sighs. It’s a taunting echo of your footfall, every light step a second he won’t get back.

Dorian’s chest pounds louder. The ash storm buffets, hapless birds colliding rhythmically with the windows like the booming of an agitated heart.  

Dorian is long dead, should not feel these sensations, but his body intimately remembers loss like a phantom wound. His breath comes thick as if gulping the corrupted smog inside. The rosy light is dimming as the slowly obscuring windows are buried and his eyes blur.

If he had only just been more patient in that moment… he could bear to stare at your turned back. Your averted face. The back of your sleeping head. He could endure any naivety or resistance for as long as it took.

He could almost have kissed you before.

He didn’t do any of that right.

If only the muzzle was off��� if only he hadn’t lost his temper… He could try again. And again. And again.

[krowspiracyanon]

I’ve picked on Krow enough, someone else gets a turn now. So for Halloween you get a short story with two villains. You get a taste of Horror Krow. You also get little sneak peeks at one of my OC Doves prior to a future reveal. (I joke about ‘Dumbve' but there are actual sympathetic reasons for their naivety.)

Basically this is exploring an old ‘what if’ scenario, some cool headcanons I have about Krow’s house (without being too spoilery) and figuring out how hard I can play a bunch of people with existing tensions off each other with one inciting incident.

Please excuse this being a bit rough as I really rushed to finish before October 31st.

My OC is written into the role of Dove. But the nickname/concept of a 'Dove', Gabby, Eliyah, Krow, Naila and LT all belong to @thekrows-nest/@winndycakes.

Content warnings: Stalking, kidnapping, mild gaslighting, implied murder/potential character death, possibly implied serial killing, creepiness, yandere behaviour played for horror, workplace and mild sexual harassment, one brief racial microaggression, physical intimidation, violence, head injuries.

Brief descriptions of injury, someone being in strong pain, implied PTSD flashbacks or panic attacks, implied coma, implied organ harvesting, unhinged behaviour. Also slight misgendering. (Despite the button Eliyah and Gabby may not be aware Krow is NB.)

This was specifically written to contain nothing graphic. There is no sexual assault, no threatened sexual assault, no drugging, no animal death or cruelty, and no gore.

"Double Shot"

The late October sun slants through the windows of the small independent cafe, golden like the patchwork leaves outside. Dove and Gabby are working the same shift as usual.

Eliyah is also hovering. As usual. He's waiting on a pourover coffee, leaning on the end of the counter and talking to Gabby’s back while she ignores him and lines up other orders. 

The five minutes for the hot water to drip through the fine grind is achingly slow and the background noise is insufferable.

‘This is the smoothest way to have it you know, other than drip coffee. I was first introduced to it while photographing in Peru.” He humblebrags. "This way it’s strong and full bodied.” An unwise idea seems to dimly strike his brain. “And time brings out a hint of sweetness under the bitterness….” 

To this Gabby remains stubbornly silent with her entire back.

Eliyah is emboldened and his eyes slide over the side of her face. "The only thing missing is the crema. That’s got a fantastic mouthfeel to it and… uh... it’s a creamy tan."

Gabbys face and shoulders grow rigid when he alludes to her skin tone. “Shut up asshole.” She grits. "I don’t want to hear it."

“I was just talking about coffee dear!” He whines, wounded. "I still don’t understand why you just don’t like me. I thought you’d let go of our little spat. It was years ago."

Gabby knows the line for what she can get away with and keep her job but after an earlier incident she’s on a shorter leash this week. Plus both she and Dove need the tips. 

She wishes that that interminable damned coffee could be served more quickly while it was still scalding. It was going to be handed to him so abruptly it slopped onto his shitty cashmere turtleneck or his punchable face.

---

Krow is outside peering surreptitiously at Eliyah’s van, casually giving the windows a polish when a few people pass by. They then confidently enter and make a beeline for Dove. 

Eliyah is immediately on edge. “Hey! Don’t touch what isn’t yours!” Adding sullenly ’That van’s just been washed.’

‘A b-bird pooped on it, which can smear the windscreen or eat at the paint. G-genius. But then you don’t know that. You’ve never had to worry about your own cleaning.'

“And if you keep your grubby hands to yourself I won’t have to."

Gabby smirks sidelong as she preps the drinks, enjoying their agitation in spite of herself. God, the only consolation for having both of these shitbirds here at the same time was watching them fight. 

She catches Eliyah watching her smile and coldly turns away.

Krow suppresses the enraged rush of blood to their head in an effort to stay smooth. However they soon relax a bit and glow while ordering their favourite from gentle Dove. 

“I-it's glorious outside. H-how has today been Dove?” Krow stays casual, sticking to small talk and detailing their plans for the lovely day. Debating internally whether it’s still too early to ask if Dove has any of their own plans for after the shift...

Unfortunately Gabby was good. Much faster than chatty Dove who was new and more suited to front of house. 

Gabby had begun grinding and tamping as soon as she felt Krow darken the door, got to pulling the shots and steaming the milk as soon as he started to make small talk after ordering, and a few practiced flicks of her good wrist made short work of the syrups. 

Her flat loud voice cuts across their conversation in no time. "Regular and white mocha blend?”

Krow hides their chagrin. This was their expensive weekly treat that was painstakingly budgeted for and their precious day off… they had hoped for just a little more time to bask in Dove’s friendliness. There still was hanging around to sketch while savouring their mocha but they wouldn’t be able to chat at the counter again for a few more days without looking pushy. Gabby’s perceptive foxlike face is smug.

No matter. A certain someone had been smiling, was always looking coyly down while Krow bantered, and sometimes winkingly gave them an extra pump of syrup or free shot ‘for making it so slow'. Krow still felt the tingle where their hands had brushed in passing the drink over. 

Even better the cute barista been chuckling and expressing envy when Krow talked about birdwatching and sketching in the sunny park later! Maybe after a few more chats they could suggest coming along... Things were looking up for the lucky artist. They could be patient for a little bit.

Krow's mouth and chest are warm, filled with sweetness.

Then their expression flattens and Gabby’s smug smile drops too. Both of them watch in horror as Dove hands Eliyah his damned pourover and they hear him shoot his shot. 

Krow stops tasting their drink and their chest turns hollow. Gabby’s stomach drops and she tastes bile.

Dove chews at their lip, muddling on it. "I don’t know… I don’t date customers.” They are looking at their feet, not seeing Gabby’s appalled ‘cut’ gesture and Krow shaking his head.

“It’s just to get to know each other a little and enjoy the scenery. Think of the experience! You could try out some of my equipment for a portfolio! It’s so hard to get started in bigger cities like Columbidae."

“I… I guess?” Dove thought hopefully of the opportunities. 

They hadn’t been able to bring themselves to tell Gabby about their living situation much less ask to couch surf. Shrewd Gabby would never have found herself in such a precarious situation. And they didn’t yet have any friends beside her in the city.

“It’s not a big deal. It’s in the afternoon. And how can you have an opinion until you’ve even spoken to me? Just get to know me dear.” 

They really needed the money any side hustle could bring... this guy with his soft hands and bland expensive clothes seemed nonthreatening. He seemed like a nice guy that was trying to help a new arrival out? It was in public. And it wasn’t like it was a date...

The date is set.

A sickly green glow beams out unnoticed as everyone absorbs what just happened.

---

Eliyah and Dove take his work van to a remote park with ‘unspoiled beauty'. Eliyah is buoyant and a little too chatty, full of facts that nobody asked for.

Dove laughs along nervously and looks out of the window. Unease fills their stomach at just how far the drive is but they let it pass as the van pulls up to the park. It’s a fairly large park with a concrete path, benches, and open grass areas ringed by trees and shrubs. The changing leaves are variegated fire.

Eliyah opens the van door and begins rummaging through his equipment, explaining a special lense.

Then after shooting for a while. “Your friend doesn’t like me much, does she?”

“Oh. Gabby’s just like that.”

Gabby in fact seems to dislike Eliyah more actively than she usually dislikes others. Even Krow, which is surprising. She hates him. But Dove hasn’t pressed her about it. They don’t understand Eliyah’s constant references to the past because they can’t imagine the two ever having been friends.

“Has she ever said anything to you?” Bringing the camera over, his eyes probe for Dove’s own although they keep sliding away. He’s standing a bit close. Dove shrugs uneasily, going nonverbal.

He steps closer and persists. “Really I’d rather let bygones be bygones. I just don’t understand why she won’t give me another chance. You two are thick as thieves, perhaps you can tell me why. You could put in a good word for me right? Dove! Just answer me! I deserve another chance don’t I?"

Eliyah is getting angry now, leaning towards Dove to force them to look at him, and there’s a sharp edge on his breath. Dove doesn’t like strong eye contact. Dove doesn’t like people being so close to their face. Their heart is fluttering like a frightened bird and their breath is short. They step back. And back. And fall.

---

A “birdwatching" Krow suddenly drops his binoculars and pounds through the grass to his scooter, cursing the discreet distance.

---

Gabby is much closer. She erupts immediately from the treeline making it to Dove in seconds.

Eliyah shows nothing but startled glee. “Gabby… you came looking for me! You care!”

“Fuck off you prick! What did you do to Dove?!”

"You have forgiven me. You just saw me chatting to your friend and were too prideful to admit you were jealous.”

“What - ?”

“It was a misunderstanding. This is just the push you needed."

“Shut up shut SHUTUP - ” Gabby is alternating between yelling hoarsely at Eliyah and frantically pushing him off Dove while he tries to get them up. It’s chaos.

The scooter roars into the middle of them deafening them both. It skids sideways sending Gabby sprawling back as Krow jumps free and flails heavy sickening thumps onto Eliyah’s head and chest. Krow flicks out a gleaming knife in rage but stops at the suddenly registered sounds.

Dove is in a bad way. Their skin is damp with a grey undertone. they are retching and incoherently moaning as their body is jerked by Gabby’s lifting.

Gabby tries harder to pull her friend into the van but her bad hand keeps releasing its sweaty grip, her ankle twisted when she tripped over Dove and she is losing precious time in haste. 

Too slow. There’s no time now to haul ass into the van and floor it. Dove is dead weight. Now Gabby can’t and won’t run. 

Krow is sprinting over to to scoop Dove up. Gabby panics and starts lashing out with her cat ear keychain to defend her friend. Krow restrains her before she can reach her mace and he’s a lot stronger than he looks. The inexorable grip on her wrists hurts but is anchoring.

Krow speaks firmly. “G-gabrielle. Stop. STOP. Just let me help Dove, w-we need to get them out of here. N-now."

Gabby would rather be anywhere else in the world right now. She’d rather trust a snake. This always indefinably creepy guy has gone fully nuts with freaky glowing eyes like a cat - he even smells inhuman up close, generically clean like disinfectant in a hospital. A hospital! 

But her bike won’t carry them both… not with Dove’s injuries and Gabby’s ankle. Not over that distance. And not if this crazy asshole flips out and won’t let them leave. He’s gotta be taking them to a hospital though. Short Fry obviously cares about Dove’s state and they need to be seen.

There’s a shrieking and stuttering argument about who drives but Krow is persuasive and time is racing. Gabby doesn’t want to leave Dove alone with the creepy shitbirds in the back so she finally gives up and steps in. 

Krow gets both the baristas settled, Gabby supporting Dove. The limp Eliyah is then dumped facedown on the floor, Krow flinging the photographer's own heavy camera contemptuously after him onto the back of his head. Their own scooter and Gabby’s now bent bike are strapped on the roof. Childlock is immediately deployed and the van is efficiently pulling away.

---

Gabby rests. The afternoon light is almost gone and begins to cool into evening quickly. The adrenaline is wearing off into grey exhaustion and everything hurts.

The window tint is dark. Darker than should be legal. And there are curtains. Why is it taking so long to get to the hospital? Gabby suddenly freezes.

She scrambles to see with her sputtering lighter, spilling a folder of photos featuring nude tan women with long dark hair. Short ass son-of-a-bitch. Has he used the child lock? What is with this van? She leans sideways trying to twitch a curtain to gauge direction or see landmarks. A muscle is cramping in her side and a bead of sweat is sliding down from her underarm despite the chill. The inner latch isn’t where it’s supposed to be. The handle… WHERE IS THE HANDLE? 

The enclosed darkness is all too familiar. Gabby can’t move. She’s being touched, and there’s the weight of someone elses body on her. There’s no way out. The ride to Krow’s home is eternity. Dove is heavy and weakly moaning on her lap. Eliyah is silent on the floor. Gabby is pinned and hyperventilating, lost in her own scalding churning memories.

---

Eliyah is dimly aware of a garage or warehouse door locking audibly behind them. He is semi conscious and re-experiences a childhood memory of being carried half asleep from the car. 

But he must still be dreaming. He is being dragged though a surreal space, part abandoned ruin and part paradise. 

Colourful birds flit through wooden beams, forests and nymphs swirl kaleidoscopically past incongruent ’trees’ of exposed timber posts. It’s all unnaturally bright and blurry too. Dazzling to his delirious blown eyes. Overwhelmed, Eliyah lapses fully into unconsciousness. It’s the last thing he sees.

---

Krow walks back past the lovingly painted murals that cover the rough extensively repaired walls with beauty and distract from the renovations in progress. They are still elated from carrying a pale insensible Dove bridal style into their home.

Black market medical attention has already been called for and Dove is going to be just fine. They are going to be so cared for when they wake up. Giddy at the thought of nursing them back to health, Krow fidgets. Please Dove. Just open your eyes!

They practically float past one of their favourite scenes. Maybe with the money Krow and songbird will take a beautiful trip to their ancestral India. Visiting those carefully sketched temple interiors for real, seeing the flashy peafowl, and intimately sharing the juices from those vibrant painted mangoes. They salivate.

Sigh. Back to reality for the moment. 

On opening the bolted door Gabby scrambles like a cornered animal in a sudden rattle of shackles. 

After the initial recklessness for Dove’s sake, the penny had dropped quickly for the smart woman. She had needed to be wrangled into this second location and even with plenty of time to tire herself out or calm down her distress and hatred was immeasurable. She just wouldn’t stop fighting. Screaming for help. Refusing to eat anything not sealed. Shutting down in terror.

Dove could use a friend to watch over them for now while Krow worked... but Gabby was devilishly clever in escape attempts and they hoped she would quickly become unnecessary. 

They relock the door and leave her alone. Soon it would just be the lucky two alone together. The couple. 

Now to check on the other distraction. 

Striding on to a different area, Krow doesn’t even glance at 'The Black Paintings' in the corner. They don’t want to dwell on that phase of their life. That’s all over with now.

Then they float past a rendition of the Trevi fountain, fondly imagining a holiday in Rome with Dove. Their perfect smooth hands holding Krow tightly from behind on a Vespa. Licking gelato. Together at the fountain, sitting so close. 

Finally there it is, that clever mural that camouflages an imperceptible join in the painted wallpaper. The elaborate swirls of the leafy ferns, round bird nests and curved sweeping wings boggle the eye, visually breaking up any clean straight lines underneath and giving the illusion that the papered wall underneath is solid. 

The eyestrain of extra ultraviolet style colours and patterns (as they would look to birds) also ensures that nobody could look that closely for too long.

Krow runs the back of their pocket knife along to find the join and awkwardly wrests open the heavy door.

Their low warm voice is still humming ‘Il Dolce Suono’ on descending the stairs into the secret room. The air is icy and reeks of bleach. 

A humming generator is hooked up to a fridge-freezer and the sturdy work boots clomp over the damp concrete floor - Krow even stumbles slightly as they accidentally kick a portable cooler but Eliyah still doesn’t stir. His slumped form is tied to a chair on an iv and the windowless room obscures most of his lower body in shadows.

Krow clicks a mini torch into Eliyah’s eyes. He is breathing but the pupils remain fixed at 4mm and there is no reaction to the light. There’s no hurry. There is a little time to call around for the right price.

Satisfied, Krow does call off work planning to sweep the disturbance at the park and retrieve their binoculars.

They exit and slide the concealed soundproof door firmly shut.

Krow makes their way over to the most special place now and admires the very specific single themed mural covering the entire room. 

Painted from ceiling to floor is an exact replica of the cafe where Dove worked. Where they first met.

Everything has happened unexpectedly quickly, but they can take a little more time to finish painting and setting up for their sleeping songbird. They want to make some changes to commemorate a very special day.

Soft hazy eyes glowing green, a flustered giggling Krow adds radiant sunbeams with the slanting warmth recalling the russet leaves they remarked on.  Perfectly preserving the memory of that late October.

Once it’s finished and Dove is safely in their cage Krow will get to relive their early courtship every single day, forever! And once they wake up... so can Dove.

.…

Optional ending:

LT wakes from this nightmare. Between experiences Gabby has shared, his own intuition and what he’s fought in his life Gabby’s paranoia and nightmares are rubbing off on him. He's also been having such vivid dreams since meeting Naila.

He goes over the dream, trying to slow his heartbeat as he sips at a glass of water. 

How could it be he wasn’t there for Gabby? Why would such a careful person have charged alone into danger? There are answers. (Her intense loyalty, her fear that her own experiences would happen to Dove, possibly a feeling that - as a man or because many people have not believed Gabby - LT might think she was overreacting.) 

Back in bed they cuddle and talk. He believes her about the intense weird energy of the short artist, the way the slimy photographer just won’t back off from her workplace. 

They talk about safety as a team.

[krowspiracyanon]

'The *short artist.' Dangit.

The whole point is that Krow's appearance is small, cute, unassuming, familiar and nonthreatening enough that the normally skittish Dove doesn't feel uncomfortable with casually being physically close to and protective of them. They are sitting on them like a baby chick.

They don't know Krow takes it as a date though. They're pretty naive and more than a bit oblivious.

[krowspiracyanon]

I'm half-working on something for Krow and getting very tangled up in it, unsure which approach to take and how to organise things... but then I realised it doesn't have to be all at once. I can just write the light fluffy version first from Krow's perspective to warm up, try to break this block, and hint at the shape of the situation. Explore the world and my new Dove in a low pressure way.

And then later on if I'm up to it I can expand on the story from Dove's perspective, reveal that things were perhaps not what they seemed.

Dark reprise? Dark reprise.

[krowspiracyanon]

A03 invite came

[krowspiracyanon]

I have a story almost completely plotted out but just cannot handle writing the low points/tough content (homelessness, food insecurity, gender identity, parental death). It’s legitimately stressful and painful to cover those bits even with occasional brighter spots and a “happy” ending. I don’t think I can do it man.

Another one is sitting on the shelf but it’s not canon and will be wildly out of place once the actual game comes out.

And (while I don’t mind reading a bit sometimes) I’m currently feeling uncomfortable with writing any romance for either of them. Why? Just why. One of them is literally a love interest.

Just surviving existence is exhausting so I’m spinning my wheels looking at references and tutes without any energy to practice, learn or create. While all the ideas pile up and my brain chews drywall.

Sad sad Krowspy.

[krowspiracyanon]

I'm getting cold feet about this Dove crushtomer/bird AU fic unless I can completely rewrite a huge plot point or leave it out. And it's a pity to do that. None of my stuff is purely fluffy and it works so well.

It's good, I thought. It's unexpected and fits perfectly into driving the whole story... but on actually writing it, some of it digs too much into real world pain and real world fears for my comfort. It's hitting too close to home and could potentially be upsetting to others. And the trigger warnings I always add would be spoilers.

There are actually a few topics in there that could be sensitive (despite respectful affirming treatment).

I wish I felt more comfortable writing this. I could just leave it be until I change my mind. Maybe now is just not the time.

There is no SA. No animal cruelty. No gore. I'll make that much clear. Just depicting some very difficult life events - including coping with death - and personal struggles that could still be triggering. And some personal worries on my part.

[krowspiracyanon]

I have a whole story outlined for exploring an au...

But I don’t want to write the pervasive, non-graphic, non-sexual trauma my Dove OC goes through (which is both necessary for them to be supported by and bond closely with Krow, and realistic for them to experience). And for some reason I'm feeling uncomfortable writing romance. Which I thought would be cute and affirming to have as a decent part of the story.

*puts head through the wall*

You know what. This can stay on the shelf until I'm ready (if ever). Or it can be done in parts. The first one could be from Krow's POV and be fairly light and fluffy. But no guarantee it ever comes to be.

[krowspiracyanon]

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Apologies if my old art is problematic or poorly executed. I’m studying and improving.

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A vpn may help, otherwise I may end up limited to platforms or avenues that aren’t covered by the bill.

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