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evanwevand · 8 months ago
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SCP Doctors bracelets yipeee (I'd been yesterday's whole afternoon doing them and my bestie wants to steal the Iceberg one please help)
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slyzia · 1 year ago
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Sleepover
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HELLO LUCROW NATION, I HAVE COME WITH FOOD
also I have never drawn a lot of backgrounds so I count this as a W
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sophapop · 1 month ago
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My art piece for @proflaytonbigbang ! An illustration for @matchamabs ' written work, go check it out!
Link to the fic!
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zenythycal · 6 months ago
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Bow wow
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everblueocean · 11 days ago
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chapter so good i procrastinated on my coursework and read all of hokazono-sensei's oneshots to fill the void
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caw4brandon · 3 months ago
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- MTCR; The Six Challenge -
About a while ago, I saw this really cool challenge to draw all six of your favourite characters and post them in a collage and I thought; "why not do it for my characters?" So here are all six of my characters.
From top left to bottom right: we have Jamie Ann Robyn, Sadie mac Lir, Hector James Dagger, Professor Timothy Brian Anderson, Anis Rusli and Yazamanyhands/ Yazmin.
The main cast is Jamie, Sadie and Hector while Tim, Anis and Yaz play supporting characters with their own plots. It's a fun challenge to do and I still see it to this day from time to time. Seeing that I've done it. I'll say that it was fun~
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smolcrow465 · 4 months ago
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ugh haru is being so damn annoying & I don't trust him in the slightest (he's mean to the professor who I now trust with my life)
AND he's being mean to garurumon ://
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quietautumn · 4 months ago
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why is online college so hit or miss. this semester i've had a class that might be one of my favorites of all time and also two of the absolute worst classes i've ever experienced.
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reverendazmx · 9 months ago
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misc oc ponies
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1introvertedsage · 1 year ago
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The rich man is a criminal under Divine Law as long as he allows suffering to go unrelieved and as long as he enforces a social system of struggling competition fortified by monopoly which compels suffering, while the people's land, the people's roads and the people's money are monopolized.
~Prof. J.R. Buchanan M.D.~
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nerdyqueerr · 1 year ago
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FALL OUT BOY IN THE JOURNALISM SYLLABUS
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dreamofbecoming · 1 year ago
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slyzia · 8 months ago
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A walk around the streets
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I know the perspective is kinda wrong but I already finished it, anyways! Lucrow people are you still alive? I have some food :DD
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cakelitter · 8 days ago
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Sweetheart Club
Professor! Leon x Fem! Reader
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warnings: dirty talk, pet names, p in v, thigh fucking, semi public sex, age gap, mentions of exhibition, cheating (not on reader), angst with a happy ending
summary: “You wanted to talk, professor?” he turns around and faces you, placing down the papers he’s holding on his desk and taking his glasses off. “Yeah, mind explaining the absences?”
words: 2.2k
a/n: prof Leon is rotting my brain, this is a technically a part 2 for "A+" but no need to read the previous chapter to understand the plot of this one. Enjoy!
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You’ve kept your promise to yourself.
Slipping away from the comfort of his broad arms and continuing on with your life like nothing happened. Like a couple of weeks ago your professor wasn’t whispering sweet nothings into your ears while he stroked your hair; plotting a gentle kiss on your forehead as post sex sleepiness overtakes your senses.
You ignored his texts and calls, skipped his classes for weeks; all to keep those blue eyes don’t lure you in like they did the first day you met. You focused on yourself, burying your head between assignments and tests; keeping any thoughts of him at bay.
Crazy how you used to live like this, now you’re making effort to make things go back to the way they were. Was life always this cold away from his embrace?
Wish you could say that you didn’t miss him, him and his stupid jokes, and his stupid soft air, and his stupid mellow voice. The three crow feet that would appear on the corner of his eyes every time he smiled, and the mole on his neck burned into your memory.
 Wish that you could say that he’s no good for you. That he’s a horrible person that ruined you, that you feel like shit because he treated you as such, maybe if he was like that, you’d have an easier time moving on. But that’s far from the truth.
He was softspoken and gentle, giving you his jacket when it’s cold, buying you gifts and holding you close till you fell asleep. How are you supposed to hate the hand that showed you nothing but love and affection?
Either way, it had to be done. Funny how a ring around his finger still left a bitter taste in your mouth no matter how sweet his presence in your life was. Maybe you should’ve talked to him about it—told him how it made you sick to your stomach, seeing him go back home to another woman after he had been worshipping the ground you walked on.
Well, aren’t you technically the other woman? After all, the one he goes back to is his wife on paper, regardless if he loves her like a husband should or not. The guilt is staring to overshadow any of the blossoming feelings he planted in you.
You’re not disgusting, not the kind of women that get off to the idea of stealing another’s man. Not the kind to go around parading your relationship like you won the lottery.
That’s not you.
If you knew better, you would’ve never gotten involved in this. Would’ve kept your legs closed and mouth shut. But you didn’t. And now, your balls deep in a mess you willingly created.  
Taking in a deep breath, you step into his class, mixing in with a group of students and sitting down in the far back. Whether you want to see him or not, you have to pass this class. Taking any more absences will affect your GPA, this course was hard even when he was personally tutoring you for his exams. Reading the notes that your friends took while they’re half asleep are not doing you any good.
You see him, eyes fixated on his laptop waiting for more students to arrive. Your heart is already beating out of your chest and he hasn’t even looked in your direction yet. You mentally scold yourself for yearning for him, feeling all the progress you’ve made in hopes of moving on going down the drain.
Does he even want you back anymore? Your brows furrow at the possibility, what if you were just a pawn in his game, chewed you up and spat you out without even glancing behind. Yeah, you pushed him away. But with each passing day, you looked forward to see that missed call notification pop up on your phone.
 A few minutes later, he gets up and starts explaining, his eyes falling every now and then on the empty seat where you’d usually sit; completely unaware of your presence.
However, that was short lived when his eyes finally lock with yours. Your heart drops, anxiousness overtaking your senses as you try to not let it show. He keeps looking at you as he explains, his expression hard to read, unable to tell what’s going through his mind before you look away.
Enchanting blue eyes snap back to you between pauses in his explanation, pools so deep you feel like you’re suffocating.
Coming here was a waste of time, your thoughts drowning out the voice around you. It looks like your GPA is going to drop whether you attend or not, might as well keep whatever is left of your dignity and stop showing up.
The sound of people packing their bags and leaving snaps you out of your thoughts.
 Biting the inside of your cheek, you begin packing your things as quickly as you can; wanting to get out of there as soon as possible. But as you’re about to get up, his voice calls your name. “Please stay for a second, we need to talk.”
Shit.
How do you always find yourself in these situations? He’s not even looking at you, eyes scanning through papers he’s holding as he waits for the class to empty.
Not a single bone in your body wants to talk, actually that is a lie. You do want to talk, just not about what he has in mind.
Maybe you can just sneak out the door? No, he’ll probably just follow you and you’d end up embarrassing yourself. Pretend to have an emergency? He knows everything about you, that would never work on him.
What if you just jumped out the window? He’d never expect that. But the both of you are going to hell, so you’ll meet eventually. Fuck, there is no escaping this.
The room eventually empties, leaving only the two of you. Honestly, the sooner you get it over with the better. Just rip off the bandaid and tell him that it won’t work.
‘No Leon, we cannot fuck anymore. You’re married, act like it.’ See, plain and simple.
Getting up, you walk over to where he stands, feigning confidence like you weren’t spiraling two minutes ago.
“You wanted to talk, professor?” he turns around and faces you, placing down the papers he’s holding on his desk and taking his glasses off. “Yeah, mind explaining the absences?”
Ok, we’re starting off professionally, interesting. “I was having some complications.”
“With?” he immediately retorts, voice becoming more agitated closing his eyes in frustration. “I-”
“I send you texts, I call you, I send you a fucking email, and you don’t respond.” Yeah, there it is. “You skip my classes, and fall off the face of the earth for almost three weeks. Do you know how fucking worried I was?”
His voice softens at the last part, this is honestly the first time you’ve seen him this pissed. He takes in a deep breath looking up at the ceiling, loosening his tense muscles. Stepping closer towards you, his large hand cups your cheek, thumb caressing the skin soothingly.
“Sweetheart… why are you doing this to me?” God, that pet name rolls off his tongue so perfectly, your knees are about to collapse. You look up at him, noticing the worsening state of the dark circles beneath his eyes. “Leon, I- We can’t keep doing this anymore.”
His gaze softens, hand stilling its movement. “Do what?”
“This.” you gesture at the hand on your cheek. “Leon, you’re married. You have a wife, and you’re out here fucking your student.”
Your throat tightens as tears begin to brim on your lash line. The words you spit out feel like venom, inflicting pain on the two of you. “I don’t know what’s the situation with your wife, and every time I bring it up, you end up changing the subject like what we’re doing is normal.”
Warm tears drip down onto your cheeks, your voice shaky as you attempt to compose yourself. “I love you, so much. But I feel fucking horrible every time I remem-”
“We’re getting a divorce.”
“...what?”
“I’ve been considering getting one before I even met you. Meeting you showed me everything I’m missing. My relationship with my wife… has been honestly nonexistent for years now, and I know that doesn’t justify what we’re doing but-”
“I should’ve done it sooner. I’m sorry, baby.”
He smiles softly, his thumb wiping away the tears that cascaded down your face. “You still mad at me?”
Relief rushes through your body, the heavy feeling of guilt slowly being lifted off your shoulders. Your head leans against the hand brushing through your hair; your smile mirroring his.
His face inches closer towards yours before finally connecting your lips together. Never realized how much you’ve missed his lips, till you tasted them again. The kiss is sweet and slow, your hand reaching up and resting against this jaw, his rough stubble scratching against your soft hand.
Grabbing you by the hips, he pulls you closer till his chest is flush against yours as he mummers against your lips, “Missed you so much, sweetheart.”
You giggle, connecting your lips once more. This time, the kiss is deeper, his tongue brushing against yours. The hand on your hip guides you towards his desk, his mouth latching onto your neck, leaving kisses and bites across the sensitive skin.
“Please, touch me.”  You whine out, grabbing his forearm and leading his hand over to one of your breasts. Groaning, he sneaks his hand beneath your shirt, groping the soft tissue through your bra. Your fingers tangle through his thick hair, your other hand clutching his bicep.
“Turn around, and take these off.” He hisses in your ears, his finger hooking the waist band of your pants, letting go of the material and letting it snap against your skin. Doing as you’re told; your hand fumbles with the buttons before pulling them down enough to expose the wet patch on your underwear.
Cursing beneath his breath, his hand cups your mound, the digits rubbing against your swollen clit as his thumb teases your entrance. “So fucking sexy.”
You bite your lip to stifle a moan, his hand moving to the fat of your ass, spreading you open for him. You hear his belt getting undone, and it doesn’t take long before you feel the tip of his cock smearing precum over your thighs.
“Close these thighs for me, sweetheart.” Your head turns around slightly to look at him, a happy trail running down from beneath his white shirt, leading to a trimmed bush above his thick cock. Your eyes linger on it, tip shiny with precum and veins traveling up it’s length. “Leon, please.”
His fucks his dick between your thighs, the tip brushing against your warm clit causing you to move back into him. He lets out a moan, his head tipping back as his fluids coat your panties, making the material stick uncomfortable to your sobbing cunt.
Squeezing your thighs together to get more friction, a breathy moan escapes his lips as he holds your hips firmly. “Yeah, yeah baby. Just like that.”
“Leon, I want your cock, please.” His hand sneaks below you, rubbing firm circles on your clit. “I know, I know. Just gotta make sure this little pussy is soaked when I stuff it full of my cock.”
Leaning in he kisses your jaw, his other hand cupping your breasts as he whispers into your ear. “You’d let me play with you, yeah sweetheart?”  
You nod eagerly, gipping the desk below you; shifting your attention the warm feeling blossoming between your thighs.
Deciding he’s had enough, he slips your soaking panties down, placing one of your knees on his desk. You can feel your arousal dripping down your thighs. Leon centers his tip at the opening of your hot cunt, collecting more arousal before bullying himself into you.
You let out a yelp at the stretch, resulting in his hand clasping over your mouth as his hips begin to thrust into you. “Gotta stay quiet, baby. Can’t have anyone walk in and see you getting this pretty cunt stretched out like this, yeah?”
The idea causes hot arousal to shoot across your body, your walls pulsing around him. “Fuck, you’d like that? Want someone to see you getting cockdrunk on my dick?  See how well you take it?”
Your mind imagines every word he’s saying; simply thinking of how dirty the sight must be is enough to send you over the edge. You thrash around beneath him, pussy pulsing around his thick length earning a moan out of him.
He begins to chase his own high, hips slamming against yours, the grip he has on you is rough, enough to leave a bruise. Your body goes limp, hearing him whisper incoherent praise into your ear.
“So good for me.”
“So fucking tight.”
“Pussy made for this cock.”
Moments later, he reaches his own release as hot ropes of cum coat your walls. You hum at the warm sensation, watching him pump into your spent cunt a few more times, before he eventually pulls out with a low hiss; cursing beneath his breath as he watches your mixed releases ooze out.
Before they drip any further, he grabs your underwear; pulling it up and leaving a soft kiss on your hip with a reassuring pat. He fixes himself up and helps you look as proper as possible. “I think I just missed my lecture, thanks to you.”
“Forget about it, got three weeks’ worth of concepts to make up for.” He smiles, arm pulling you closer to him. “Gotta make sure to pound those points in before finals.”
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mangochii · 4 months ago
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The Crow and The Butterfly 🦋
(Holm Kranom x Half-foot!reader)
Fine then, I'll make one myself 🥹 Sorry for any grammar mistakes and misspellings in advance, I'm writing this during a flood and blackout. Might as well write while our 1st floor is flooded LOL.
Also some art too in the end.
I stared intently at his hands, the way it moved and swayed as he spoke. Marillier floated blissfully, seeming to enjoy her time being fed with mana, the sweet undine dripped little droplets on the ground as she ate.
"Spirit care is quite simple, really..."
His voice tickled my ear, he had always been a bit soft-spoken. Every syllable that fell out of his mouth I consume with much fervor, I nod every now and then. The small tug at the corners of his lips did not go unnoticed by me, his face always lights up ever so slightly as he talks about spirits.
"Though, gnomes like me usually have an easier time to gain a spirit's trust. Being more attuned to nature, of course."
"I see..." I mumbled, as if I could even befriend a spirit like Marillier, I'm not attuned to anything but probably myself. My eyes met with his, and I can't help but get lost in it. It's like he carved his initials onto every gemstone in existence, and made it his eyes. It glints as he opened his mouth, a beautiful melody filled my ears with every word he spoke.
I am a crow, and intrigued I was with a sparkling treasure, his eyes, a pretty shiny.
"Pretty..."
"Hm? What was that?"
I closed my eyes, hopefully not noticing my expressions. "Pretty interesting, I said. Can you tell me more?" I want to hear more of you, more of your voice.
I am a crow.
"Of course."
And I am smart enough to know that you're out of my reach. The shimmering gem fell into a hole, too deep for my beak to reach.
Why he keeps on indulging me is beyond me, but I fell into the same trap every time. Hoping he'd feel the same.
"Teach me more, Prof." My lips tugged upwards, my eyes closed. "I'd like to know more of the things you love."
I saw him smile softly, a smile softer than the moonlight in the winter. "You never fail to amuse me." With a chuckle he turned to fully face me, Marillier by his side.
"What do you want to know?"
"Everything." I breathed, voice barely heard. I saw his eyes widened slightly, I hear his heartbeat racing, his breathing hitched, and muscles tensed.
"Okay." He whispered back, pink lightly dusted the apples of his cheeks and to the tips of his ears.
For once, I felt like that shiny gemstone is within reach. It's so wrong, so selfish of me. But I can't help it.
Holm stared at the fire, he felt the eyes of his party members bore through him. "So Holm, you never really opened up about your love life to us." Daya hummed, her finger pointed at him.
"Well, I don't think Holm's the type to have a partner, y'know?" Mouth filled with meat, Mickbell shrugged, with Kuro nodding in agreement. "I've crashed by his place few times already, it's maidenless."
"No..." Kabru, the ever so perceptive man, spoke. His hand covered his mouth as he began to mutter. "I've seen him talk with a half-foot lady everytime we go back up from the dungeon, she looks like an adventurer too... Maybe a newbie? No, she looks a bit experienced... Hmm..."
Holm's breath hitched, he dare not to look away from the fire. A futile attempt to delay the inevitable, in the back of his weary mind, he thinks that it's already a bit too late.
"A half-foot lady with Holm? Oh!" Mickbell eyes lightened in recognition, "I know her, she bought me and Kuro free food when she accidentally spilled grape punch on me."
"Meat yummy."
"You're so right, Kuro! Gods, I wish I can eat there again... Anyway, I heard that she's with that dwarf, Namari, for a bit... I didn't think she'd be into gnomes though, most half-foot ladies nowadays prefer to be with dwarves, because they look muscular than us half-foot men."
"They're right, you look like a noodle." Rin added, eyeing Mickbell's form up and down, with Daya giggling in tow.
"Oi!"
"A good noodle in our eyes, Mick." Kabru sneaked in.
"That doesn't make it any better!"
Holm flinched as Mickbell stood and pointed at him, "This is about Holm's love life! Not my physique!" He huffed and sat back down, arms crossed. His brows were furrowed together so hard that it might leave a crease in-between.
"There wasn't anything really... She was just curious about Marillier and gnomish magic." Lies. The way she tries to listen intently to his explaination was adorable, her smile every time she met his eyes filled his heart with such a comforting warmth, the way she asks questions to clarify some of his points, the way she bites her lip when he talks a bit too fast, everything.
She was Holm's everything, but they're just... Nothing. There's nothing between them at all, despite the two of them knowing they both want to be something, anything but what they both currently have. There was nothing.
A series of groans came from the rest of the party, disappointed. But Holm couldn't help but sweat at the way Kabru looked at him, sapphire eyes stare at him knowingly. He swallowed hard and looked away.
To love her was selfish, and cruel for himself. She could've fallen for any other half-foot, but chose him. What happens to him once you pass? Look for another? Or spend every waking moment of his life grieving til' he too, passes away? Surely she had thought the same, settling for ghostly touches and lingering smiles.
He knows and feels her hesitance, how her fingers twitched when she tried reaching out. But they both feel too far from each other.
No, she knows this is unfair to him. Unfair to the both of them.
But gods, why does she look at him so fondly like that? Why? Her eyes shine brighter than any jewel in the world every time he spoke. Why?
"I love you, Holm." With a sad smile, my voice hushed and sung a broken melody, I finally spoke my heart out. I've mulled it over day and night, and I've concluded that my happiness is worth less than his.
"But I can't. I can't have you. It's too cruel for you."
His eyes widened, mouth opening and closing. Words failed to get past his throat, so he stood there, frozen. As he'd always do.
"I'll spare you the decades worth of pain. The years worth of you grieving my inevitable death." I said as softly as I could, reaching for his cheek. "Thank you... For indulging me." I rubbed tender circles on his skin, before pressing my lips on his own, his lips were dry and a bit chapped, he tasted like sweet fruit. For mere seconds, that's how long the kiss lasted, but I was for sure thought it lasted for minutes.
I am a greedy, greedy crow. And you are a butterfly.
As I pulled away, his hands crept up to the back of my neck. Slowly, delicately pulling me back closer to him. "No." He breathed, shakily. I hear his heart hammer on his chest, his eyes glimmer amidst the tears that began to pool.
"I want to love you, I want to hold you more like this. I want... I want to love you in every library, by the fountain when we first met, on the sidewalk, at that one restaurant that you said you liked, at the storage room that I found you stuck in,
Under the, the tree by the hill,
In the dungeon,
Everywhere.
Let me love you."
Little butterfly placed delicate kisses on my beak, your wings were more beautiful than any shiny that a crow like me could ever find.
His kisses was chaste, delicate, and thorough. Tenderly engraving his name in my soul. "I don't care if I have a decade or two or whatever years left to be with you."
His fingers guided themselves to my waist, he held me so desperately, as if I'd disappear had he let go of his tight hold. "I'll cherish those years like a family heirloom."
In his eyes, I'm neither crow nor butterfly. But a little flower, your crystalline jewels stare at my petals, as I guard the spinning nectar that you can't help but consume.
I guess you're no better than me. You drink and drink, an endless parchment of my love.
My body relaxed as he kissed me once more, the sweet honey of my soul pours fresh unto his heart and tongue. His heartbeat is my beautiful orchestra, and his eyes is the forest that I don't mind getting lost in.
"I love you." He whispered to my ear like a silent prayer.
I couldn't help but smile, red flooding my face. "I love you too." Your voice is the sweetest symphony.
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caw4brandon · 10 months ago
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- Master of The Crows: Timothy Brian Anderson -
Every trio needs a supervisor to watch over them in case they do anything stupid to get themselves killed or worst, expelled. Meet;
Professor Timothy Brian Anderson - a teacher who acts as the supervisor to the main trio; Sadie, Hector, and Jamie. Professor Anderson is a passionate history teacher at Kingshaven Academy.
Upon first impressions, Professor Anderson stands out with his unique flame-like hair that moves under its own laws of psychics with sentient eyes. Nicknamed as; The Crows. When these eyes are extracted from his head, they will take the form of a star that moves akin to a bird.
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These Crows function as Timothy's extra set of eyes and ears to gather intel and observe. The Crows can be seen coming and going as the please. Occasionally, they also act as combat assistance but mostly for emergency getaways. The Crows also have two different eye colors with different signs.
Cyan/ light blue - is their neutral color. When in this state, the Crows are mostly calm and mind heir own business. They would be seen hunting food; small rodents, baby birds or eggs, insects, carrion, seeds, nuts, berries and corn. Additionally, they eat small fish.
Orange - is their color of aggression and hostility. When in state, the Crows will actively hunt for their assigned enemies and attack in groups. (Some would say; "in a Murder")
The Origins of The Crows are still Unknown
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As an individual, Professor Anderson is described as eccentric. He loves sharing history and he's a good oracle of information on anything and everything his Crows can find due to his unique skills.
He is also feared for his strictness and his infamous; Thousand Eyes Glare. As the Supervisor of The Lightstone Club; the club that Sadie, Hector and Jamie joined. Timothy served as; their driver, negotiator and on occasion. As backup. He's a respected teacher that helped make History fun and you might even get to pet his Crows.
Disclaimer: This character is a work of fiction, any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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