#the cat and the crow au

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Lost and Found

A death family fic a part of my “The Cat and The Crow” series

Chayanne and Tallulah get separated and lost, forced to search for the other alone. That’s when a cat and a crow appear to help protect and guide the siblings back to one another.

Phil and Missa adopt two lost kids… oh, and they’re a crow and a cat.

AO3

[lil-vibes]

Day 24: Other side

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(prompt list here!)

[hannaloony]

PART 13 Everybody’s alive AU, where Niko is a friend of Edwin and Charles is a friend of Crystal

[laiqualaurelote]

“Let me get this straight,” says Crystal. “In order to avoid being sent to Hell, Edwin is going to break into Hell, steal the most important thing in the universe — whatever the fuck that is — and escape. Again.”

“Pretty much," says Charles.

“That,” says Crystal, “is a stupid fucking plan.” 

Instead of becoming detectives, Charles and Edwin embark on an afterlife of crime. When the long arm of the Lost & Found Department catches up with them, they are made an offer they can't refuse: earn their freedom by stealing from Hell itself. Heist!AU, Paineland Week WIP

Chapter 9: The Most Important Thing in the Whole Universe (a.k.a. this heist is heisted! this fic is complete!)

[killermaxaroo8675309]

Dead Boy Detectives College au!!!!

They all meet as teens then go to college together. Totally aces, am I right?

[sky-fishhhh]

Day 7 of genmuiweek2024! This took me the longest to make and I have so much to say about it, so feel free to read all my rambles below the cut!

This drawing is part of my “Genmui adopts a cat AU”. They’re both in their early-mid twenties and are living together (NOT married but wouldn’t we all love that?). Ginko is so done with their lovey dovey shit but genmui aren’t bothered by it lol.

I adore sopenation’s archer Genya hc so much I had to draw it. Go check out their fic Be A Good Sport About It u fw archer Genya.

I was looping Luxury, You and Cappucino by shikisai the whole time cuz I felt it really fit domestic genmui and it just helped to me get in the groove (I was super demotivated to draw until I discovered this song and next thing I knew I was speed drawing this over the weekend).

Anyways what a ride it’s been. I’m really proud of all the art I’ve made so far and it’s nice to do something for myself even if that’s drawing my silly little ship. For now I’d like to take a break and focus on other projects. To my new followers, I hope you stick around to see more art from me and follow along my journey!

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Monty Finch, Dead Boy Detectives | Richard Siken, Dirty Valentine

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

@tragedy-machine @just-existing-as-you-do-blog @orpheusetude @mj-irvine-selby

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

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

@tiredghostby @sethlost @catboy-cabin @secretlyafiveheadeddragon @vyther15

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

@nix-nihili @holvivum

[the-owl-tree]

If there’s one idea I really like in au’s where Leafpool and Crowfeather actually do run away, it’s the idea of the three being raised away from the Clans and returning with an outsider’s gaze on how repressive and violent they can be

[downbaddetective]

Next one because I can't stop thinking about this AU now:

Charles-Markl, a sorcerer in training under the tutelage of "The Cat King", who specializes in magical disguises and pocket dimensions (biggest successful one currently is a "bag of tricks")

Crystal-Calcifer, a fire demon currently magically tied to "The Cat King" due to a deal turned curse

Monty-Turnip Head, a missing prince from a neighboring kingdom, cursed to be a scarecrow (because I think that's hilarious)

Niko-Lettie/Martha (taking a little from the books for this one), one of Edwin's only friends before he disappears, Niko goes to learn magic from another witch (hi Jenny) to see if she can find her dear friend

Cat (Meatball?)-Heen, a lazy spy for the Night Nurse turned semi domesticated house cat

Esther-Witch of the Waste, kinda self-explanatory I think

Night Nurse-Madame Suliman, "The Cat King's" former teacher currently employed by the kingdom to recruit magic users to the war or remove power from those who won't

Part One | Part Two

[ro-doodles]

DBDA swap: The Cat King and Esther (+ Monty)

Part 3 finally here! I’ve gotta be honest, I struggled with this one. It’s probably the characters that stray furthest from their canon counterparts, and I’m still not 100% sure about Esther’s lore here, so lmk what you think.

Also, shoutout to @empikaraa for guessing my plan for Monty in the last post.

Master post for this au here

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

wormie wormie wormie wormi-

[laiqualaurelote]

The den is as they left it, except for the woman sitting on their sofa. She is all in black, and the ankh necklace gleams upon her chest. She has the kindest smile. 

 “Hello, boys,” she says. “I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure.” 

 “Yes, well,” says Edwin stiffly, “I hope you will appreciate that we have worked very hard to keep it that way.” 

 “I do appreciate it,” says Death. “I do.”

Chapter 9: The Most Important Thing in the Whole Universe a.k.a. heist heisted! fic complete!

[demelzathemer]

My Heart Is a Haunted House

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘈𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘗𝘢𝘺𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 + 𝘗𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘪, 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘛

@dbdpromptober Day 8 (words: 1086)

Part 8 of dbd corpse bride AU

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Charles was grinning ear to ear, happily going along with Edwin’s lead. He didn’t mind looking a little silly because there was a bashful look in Edwin’s shifty eyes when the song ended and they were drowned in cheers and applause.

The Cat bowed deep on the stage, catching imaginary roses thrown his way. Despite the grim subject, Charles had to admit the performance had been pretty mint.

They retired back to the bar counter with Jenny, Charles refusing to let go of Edwin’s hand. The bare knuckles felt funny in his fingers, bone warming up against his skin. The ring hung loose on Edwin’s fourth finger and Charles nudged it to spin it around.

Jenny rolled her eyes but Charles could tell it was good-natured.

“Get out of here, you two,” she shooed them away from the counter. “Reckon we’ll be here all night.”

She shot a pointed glance towards the stage where the Cat was gearing up for another musical number.

Charles wouldn’t mind that; he was having fun in the lively atmosphere. But Edwin looked like he needed a breather and some alone time with him sounded even better in Charles’ head. She gave Jenny a grin and a thumbs-up over his shoulder when Edwin pulled him away.

The place was a closed maze consisting of endless winding streets and alleys made of cobblestone. The overcast ceiling hung low and felt claustrophobic, but Edwin made his way without hesitation. Sometimes, Charles saw the street shifting in front of them, like they were bending by Edwin’s will.

They passed through an open area that appeared to be a marketplace, several shops and buildings like libraries and council halls. The residents were few and far between and they were all walking corpses.

Finally, following a sloped meandering path, they climbed up a hill and onto a clearing with a view over the city. Edwin let out a sigh, his shoulders coming down. He walked on the edge and turned back to Charles, his hands tightly clasped in front of him.

“Much better. I believe… you might like to see the view,” he said, aiming for nonchalant but his nervousness bled through.

Behind him was nothing but a thin iron railing protecting him from falling. Scrubby vines had curled around it, blooming tiny blue roses. Gray sky arched overhead, framing Edwin into a beautiful picture.

“Oh, I like it,” Charles said, an easy smile spreading on his lips, when he closed the space between them.

He put his arms out to grab the railing, trapping Edwin between them. He was forced to back up until the iron touched the small of his back. They’d been this close when they waltzed, but without the steps or the music, the air suddenly felt charged.

Edwin cocked his head, squinting his eyes at Charles. Charles’ eyes roamed his face, committing every detail to memory. He’d never wanted to kiss somebody so badly.

He wondered what he’d done to end up dreaming about such a bizarre, vibrant place where he had the cutest boyfriend in the world who just happened to be undead.

Then the sight behind Edwin’s head caught Charles’ attention, and he had to admit, it was pretty brills. From up there, the city looked small like a child’s building bricks, the maze expanding into the horizon and beyond, endlessly. It was fantastical and impossible at the same time, waiting to be explored and to get lost in.

Charles leaned back to watch Edwin again.

“Who was that Cat fellow, then?” He asked, quirking his brow.

“He’s a Cat King, actually. A spirit with transformative powers, though his exact nature still eludes me,” Edwin said.

“Right, but, who is he to you?” Charles shrugged, like the answer wasn’t an itch under his skin he tried his best not to be bothered by.

“He’s an old friend. Though he does fancy me, but that didn’t work out,” Edwin answered honestly.

“What do you mean by ‘didn’t work out’? Edwin-” Charles gasped, but Edwin laughed.

“Charles, don’t be-” he started, but then his nose fell off.

His bright, wide eyes stared at Charles in shock, but in the place of his nose the dark caverns of his skull could be seen.

“Oh no, I’m sorry,” Edwin hurried to bring a hand over his face; the skeleton one, which did little in hiding anything. “That happens sometimes, I’m…”

“No problem, mate,” Charles responded, easily. He bent down, keeping himself from showing any kind of surprise. Edwin would totally take it the wrong way, with how horribly embarrassed he already sounded.

Charles picked up his nose and handed it to Edwin. It was a small little thing, feeling slightly cool and waxy in his fingers. Edwin turned away to fix his face, hunching his shoulders. Charles wanted to put his hands on them and tell him it was all okay, just so he could see Edwin’s tightly wound being relaxed again.

He was interrupted by a scratchy noise on the stone and then something crashed against his ankle with furious cawing. He looked down and saw a white skeleton of a small bird, waving his stick wings and pecking at him.

“Stop that, Monty. He didn’t hurt me,” Edwin scolded and lowered his hand on the ground. The bird hopped on and perched on his shoulder when Edwin straightened his back.

“Charles, this is Monty. He’s also my friend,” Edwin introduced him and the parrot bobbed its head, proudly.

Was it a parrot? Charles was terrible at identifying birds, at least without any feathers. He reached his hand out as a peace offering.

“Hello, mate. A friend of Edwin is a friend of mine,” he smiled.

Charles found it hopelessly charming that every person here seemed to adore Edwin. He was like a disney princess, surrounded by talking animals.

Monty considered his hand with a tilt of his head. Then he stepped around, his beak in Edwin’s hair and showing his back at Charles.

“Would it kill you to be polite?” Edwin sniped. The whole exchange made Charles laugh.

“Don’t sweat it. You’ll see, everyone likes me eventually. Even your grumpy parrot friend,” he joked.

The parrot in question swung around, stomping up and down and throwing a flurry of loud caws at him.

“Monty wants you to know that he’s a crow,” Edwin explained flatly.

“Sorry, mate. Your grumpy crow friend, then. My point still stands,” he grinned.

From a distance, the dull sound of church bells rang out four times.

[smolcrow465]

yippee! old summer dreams drawing I had stashed somewhere <3

this is one of my favorite silly parts of the au-- Matt's dad ends up partnered with Wizardmon, who eventually does revive & reuinite with everyone :] bringing him to the radio tower ends up with many shenanigans <3

[arrow-jsy]

Dbda highschool au

Thomas/cat king : theater kid, background plot where the spring musical is Cats (because yes obviously)

Edwin : quiet kid/nerd, keeps his head down does really well in school always reading and eager to learn

Charles: dare i say jock? Jock but cool, jock but not a bully, jock but he always stays behind after the other jocks beat up a kid to make sure theyre alright (bonus points to fic writers if this is how he and edwin meet)

Monty: art kid. Thats all i have to say on that

Niko: bubbly friendly to everyone i kinda feel like could be theater kid (?) Or teachers pet but just because shes friendly to the teachers and staff

Crystal: art kid but more photography that drawing or painting which also puts her at good standing for yearbook kid or school journalist - maybe shes the person who runs the school/grade gossip/anonymous social media page

Jenny: for some reason is giving me school counselor vibes (its the protective nature) maybe accommodations coordinator or counselor idk what that position is called but the person who does meetings and things to get students ieps/504s and otber accommodations

Night nurse: despite having nurse in the title shes not the nurse shes the attendance lady

Kashi: art teacher/theater teacher/maybe another counselor?

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Thomas King and Monty Finch (Actor/Accidental Pretty Woman AU)

The simple fact of the matter is that Monty has never once spent a single dime of the money that sits under that loose floorboard in his room.

It’s not the sort of justification that he could ever use in a court of law. No, your Honor, I took the money but I didn’t spend it, that means I didn’t do the crime, so I can’t do the time. 

After all, using money has nothing to do with whether you earned it. Courts don’t give a shit about what you do with the cash, only how you got it in the first place.

But Monty’s problem has never been with the courts. It’s never been with the letter of the law. He’s done so many things over the years that could and should have landed him in prison and yet they didn’t.

No, the problem has always been with his mother. With the fact that he can’t be like her. With the fact that he can’t be her.

-aletterinthenameofsanity, people think i'm pretty (so i'll sell my pride instead)

Why am I feeling so guilty? Why am I holding my breath? Worried about everyone but me And I just keep losing myself

Tell me it's nothing Try to convince me That I'm not drowning

-The Civil Wars, Falling

@nix-nihili @sapphic-corgi @ghostofthegallows

@icarus-n-flames @petvampire @sasakisyndrome

@idliketobeatree @cairngorm-ard @paradox-brody-chase

@saffirez @every-moment-a-different-sound

@e-payne @freudensteins-monster