#A Moment With The Crowfather

[cherryskeletoncake]

Crowfather and bunnyblade for the win

Kinda ‘modern au’ ish, where techno is kinda new in town and goes to ‘the pube’ for a drink and meets philza. And the two immediately hits it off really well.

Inspierd by the song ‘lunch’ by maude latour

Close ups after the read more

[moooosh]

ok so less on the personalities and more on the character’s role in the story but-

do you see my vision

schlatt is darktail btw

[genevawren38]

"Go home and see my kids"

The way his first priority used to be waiting for them to wake up.

Philza Minecraft you drive me insane because everything with you is so subtle yet impactful.

I cannot pinpoint the exact moment he started waiting less and less. Every once in a while he did dungeons but more often than not he would return frequently to see if they awoke.

I don't know when it swapped to the opposite, looting and adventuring in the endless want for more shining treasure for his family and totally not to fill the endless void of greed opening where a golden heart once beat.

That's why I applaud this man and anyone who has the patience to slowly tell a story. To give it flavour and context and love because the fall from grace is often horrific and you have the daunting realisation you don't know when things started to change while you watch someone you love learn the depths of sorrows and tragedies.

Bravo, Crowfather. Bravo.

I am glad you are on a server that let you find your footing, because you wow me each time.

[dotterelly]

I have gone through to track what happened to the crying obsidian that was dropped in qPhilza's inventory. First he's doing a bit about the admins trolling him for bad rp with the fire, but doesn't forget to do a character stare at the camera moment because he knows and he knows we know. Then after the teaching bit he sees it in his inventory again and grimaces a little. Then when they're grabbing penguins in the house he goes to their storage and just shRUGS AND THROWS IT INTO THEIR STORAGE. Like, might as well keep it shrug. My guy. That's in your house. And you are not going to remember. And maybe the Enderking can use it to locate you.

See I was like it makes sense that he's found qPhilza at spawn because that's a hub where he's spent a lot of time since the update, but at least he hasn't found their house yet....

Pls, Crowfather, tread carefully.

[prodotsukare]

Which Q!Forever ends up being teleported from universe to universe, and it didn't matter in which world he always found q!Philza in a different timeline... in this he arrives in an extremely dangerous place.

He could only run, as far as possible. danger, danger, was all that popped into his head as soon as he was faced with a totally destroyed spawn and laughter echoing from all sides, were they planning to kill him as soon as he stepped into that world? 

So his only choice was to run as far away as possible, he had no way of protecting himself from whatever the fuck was going to happen to him, but not to sound too proud, 'Se estivessemos no meu mundo, eu iria destruí-los'(If we were on my world, i would destroy them), but they weren't, so he had no other choice.

He didn't have a locator to see if there were people nearby, he felt that at any moment he would be attacked, he just saw in the global communicator several people calling him, offering gifts for him to go to them, but Forever was not stupid, he knew how it worked, and now all he had on his mind was his own survival. He just slowed down his steps when he felt the cold of a snowy biome on his body, at that moment he hated himself for his sense of style and his choice of refusing to wear a shirt 'O que é bonito tem que ser mostrado' (What is beautiful has to be shown), He laughs at himself as a result of the silly joke your mind made as a way of comfort on that situation.

He felt so cold, his paws stepping on soft snow was not one of the best sensations a man could feel, he was not used to this cold, he was used to the heat of Quesadilla Island, felt that his legs would betray him at any moment and let drop him in the snow. 

And so it did.

His body needed a rest, his heart was beating fast from the amount he had to run to find a place where he could take a break, Forever believed that his body simply dropping to its knees in the snow was a way of rebelling against his brain for the will of wanting at least a second of rest and his brain obeyed because, even though it was extremely cold at that moment and he knew he should find a warm place, he didn't have the strength to do that so he stayed there.

stayed.

and stayed in the snow.

He missed his own world.

He missed his Brazilian friends.

He missed his sister.

He missed the friends from other countries he made on the island.

He missed the kids.

He missed Phil. (even though he refused to acknowledge this)

He missed Richarlyson.

It had been so long… So long since he had seen his son… his family… his found family. It hurt, it hurt too much, he didn't know when he would return to his original world, nor why he had the curiosity to enter that stupid portal, he didn't know why… because regardless of the world he spawns… he always finds… always find 'him'… 

'that stupid b-'

He heard footsteps, which pulled him out of his thoughts and made him lift his head. 

'Oh no…

no no…

why… why- WHY.

or… maybe yes?'

The figure in front of her wasn't hard to recognize.

But what will he be like? he thought .

Would he be more like Crowfather? 

would be more like the soldier? 

or… would he be more like 'yours'? 

blond hair, blue eyes…green clothes and beautiful w-… wings? Where are the wings? Does he not have them in this world? but on all the others the wings were there… are they hidden in that purple cape he was wearing?

He lowered his gaze further… canes? He couldn't walk?

'oooh… this world…. this horrible world…'

'What did they do to you?

 Why would they do that to you… 

Was there no one there to protect you? 

I could have protected you… 

Why wouldn't anyone be there to protect you… 

how could they… let this happen to you.'

But for a second, logic was more powerful than the pity he could feel, 'What did you do to deserve this?' and then he started feeling scared as soon as he saw him going through his own bag, is this the end for him? he already saw 'his own' Philza in battle and he was quite skilled, no, he was extremely skilled, but now imagine this one who is in front of him, who already lives in a world where he is in constant danger of being attacked by someone, could he- 

'oh….

there it is, the answer.'

His answer was the soft cloth that was thrown towards him by the elder, a red cape for the cold, 'how can you doubt your belov-... friend… '

"Sorry for throwing that right in your face, but you weren't responding…." a small smile appeared on his face as he spoke, "but your tail was wagging so I guess you're happy to find someone who isn't immediately trying to attack you." 

"im Philza." 'yes…i know.'

"I'm called….Forever" 'Cauda idiota… idiota, estupida… sempre me expondo… '(Dumb tail… dumb, stupid… always exposing me)

More footsteps, this time coming from the forest, Forever and Philza turned to the side where the noises were coming, knowing it was probably some idiot. 

"Come with me, I'll take you to a safe place where you can rest" Forever nodded in response, getting up and wearing the cloak Phil gave him "Don't worry, you can be sure they know the trouble they'll get into if they think in attacking me or attacking someone who is with me." offered his hand to help him to get up, which Forever gladly accepts.

They were silent the entire time on the way to Philza's base, and Forever took the time to observe him 'era o mesmo em todos os mundos, mas aqui você não tem suas tão preciosas asas…'(you are the same in all worlds, but here you don't have your precious wings).

I wonder what happened.

Philza… 'His Philza', once said, his wings were clipped when he woke up in Quesadilla Island. Philza from the Antarctic Empire still had his wings, but never used it much since they were in a very cold place and a storm could start at any moment. His thoughts guided him to Crowfather, The Philza who lived around several other hybrids, he remembered when he met him he flew whenever he could, Forever does not understand the avians culture, but believes that his wings are the most important thing for them , its symbol of pride, beauty, its story. Remember how Crowfather flew, so skilfully, so happily, a joy he never saw in 'his' Philza, so freely, a freedom he never saw 'his' Philza demonstrate. 

But now he saw one, that just didn't had it at all.

The wind pushed Phil's cape away, and there were his wings... well... what's left of them. The joint that made the shape of the wings, with just a few feathers covering it, it looked totally destroyed, clearly Phil couldn't even move them, only a miracle could fix this damage. 'Was it an accident? Was it on purpose? He did this to himself? Was it someone else?' 

Phil definitely notices the look Forever was giving his wings.

"Hey, is everything alright mate?" He stops his footsteps, looking at Forever, worried.

"Oh! Oh no, no.... It's just that, that... Your wings" Forever felt embarrassed for a moment, trying to hide in the cape the other man gave, remembering that Philza just met him. From his perspective it was weird, a stranger caring so much for something like that, but at the same time… Philza cared enough about him to take him to his base, so isn't it fair?

"Ow, don't be sad about it man! We barely know each other and you're already feeling sorry for me, hahaha!" The laugh, 'The laugh… even the laugh was the same', How can he laugh about this? his sister Baghera said to him that the avians wings were what make them what they are, their wings are an individual mark of each one, but why did he seem so detached from that part of him? he didn't seem to care, but why wouldn't he care for a special thing such as the symbol of your species? 

They arrived. Philza entered, stepping over the fence, which was proof that he was able to walk, but without his wings he just had to find a way balance that he probably lost after his wings got destroyed, and as imagined, he lost the balance (he almost feel) after jumping over the fence. Forever did the same, jumping over the fence right after Philza, and looking around, it was nothing like Forever had imagined, it was a quiet place that oozed comfort, one…two… three houses? there were horses, and lots and lots of dogs, lots of animals in general... but what caught his attention was the rare pink sheep that ran towards Phil as soon as they arrived. 

"Hello Rosie~ how was your day?" he petted the sheep who was apparently named Rosie, who responded with a squeal, 'Mée mée, hehe…cute'. The sheep came towards him, sniffing his hand and then running away and walking towards one of the wooden houses. 

A creature, an enderman? came out of the white and black house that was set against the mountain, with a… baby zombie piglin? woow this world just surprises him, an enderman with a zombie piglin son… the enderman walked past them and greets Phil, when he looked at Forever (never looking him in the eye, of course he's not dumb.) assumed he was a friend of Philza that he just didn't he remembered if he had ever met before and greeted him too, soon turning his attention back to the piglin and continued on their way. 

"Who is they?" Forever asked, trying not to sound too nosy, but who wouldn't be curious? 

"They are Ranboo, and Michael, their son, they live with me and my friend, Techno" he quickly explained as if he had to do this all the time. "Ranboo's house was destroyed a while ago, so I invited him to live here to protect him, and it wasn't long ago that Michael moved in with him." 

Protective, as usual… all of them were the same, just having a single more worked-up personality trait… Crowfather was more sarcastic and sassy, with a big superiority complex if judged…but he wasn't evil, he just had a god complex, or "queen bee" complex.

The soldier one… that one was terrifying at first sight, he was more serious and tactical, with a more… “military” way but still calm as always, Philza always has this calmer personality… but this one was much colder following orders from above, he probably didn't think too hard when ordered to kill someone. 

But they all had something in common, they were all extremely protective of what they loved, 'his' Phil was extremely protective of the kids and was afraid to even leave the house with Tallulah and Chayanne and anyone else he was looking after to do quests. 

Crowfather was extremely protective of everyone in that small territory, in that safe place for hybrids they built, he cared about hybrids more than anything else. 

That soldier one... was protective of his and his friend's Empire, and spent much of his time guarding the territory, and did everything in his power and sometimes even out of his reach to help his friend complete his goal of conquering. the world.

And this one… looked like 'his' Phil, just protective of everyone around him. 

"Wow, you're already trusting me so much to give me all this information? Aren't you afraid I'm some kind of spy or something?" Forever asked, clearly joking, Phil shrugged, probably the answer is no. 

Phil guided him to his house and let him in. "Oh shit, I should probably get you some…" Judged the way Forever dressed looking up and down at him. "Best clothes for this biome?" Forever nodded, maybe the 'no shirt in front of Phil' rule could have a break here, or he would freeze…'difficult choice but i don't want to die like this' "Okay! a sec, I'll have to check Techno's stuff if there's something for you, I guess my clothes wouldn't fit since you're-" He paused for a second, searching for the right words "bigger than me?" he chuckled and headed for the door. 

Forever was alone in the house now, and he took advantage of the little time he would have there to observe the surroundings, 'comfy place', fireplace to keep warm, two chairs in front of the fireplace, several chests which he held so as not to look at what was inside (and judge his wealth), flowers… and  kinda weird pictures on the walls… probably of friends, that little place had such a nice feeling, the same feeling you would feel in 'Phil's' house, everything was so familiar, it was such a quiet and safe place, Forever thought Philza's house would be extravagant and big, full of luxurious furniture and shiny things, like in the Antarctic empire, instead of that, he was welcomed with a small wooden house in the middle of the snow, a house so simple but probably full of feeling and history…

"I'm back! I'm back… sorry for the delay" he entered the door, with clothes in his hands already giving it to Forever "Techno is a hybrid too, you won't need to worry about the comfort, you can go up to my room get changed while I make something to feed ourselves" Carefully Philza shows directions for Forever to go up to the bedroom and so he goes up the wooden stairs and he start to analyze the clothes Phil brought to him, two sweaters, probably for layers and a pair of sweatpants for hybrids, very simple, very comfortable and probably carefully chosen. 

Forever quickly dressed, and tied his hair into a hairbun, the clothes fit but were still a little bigger than his usual size, so they were slightly baggy. With the help of his hybrid side, he smelled the snack that Philza was making downstairs, like in childhood when he spent time at his grandmother's house, and she would kindly make small snacks during the late afternoon, he didn't know the reason why would he compares Phil to a grandma but he's kinda old so it makes sense but we don't talk about it much. He quickly went downstairs trying not to make too much noise and disturb Philza while he was doing his thing. He saw that Philza had arranged two chairs in front of the fireplace but decided to stay put and wait for some sign from the Avian. Philza look at him from the corner of his eye.

"You can sit down, don't be shy" Forever could see the sweet smile that appeared on Philza's face, so he sat down on one of the chairs and you already felt the heat of the fireplace reaching his body.

"Sorry, I just don't want to bother you" He pressed his hands against his lap, he couldn't deny it, he was still feeling a little shy. 

''Don't worry, your company has been pleasant" Philza turned and revealed what he was working on. With two mugs of hot chocolate in hand, he approached Forever, offering him one. "Techno is hibernating at the moment, Ranboo is always exploring or mining, and my son... doesn't visit much. It's nice to have someone to talk to who isn't a baby zombie piglin." 

Forever kindly smiled, taking the mug Philza offered him. The blue-eyed one turned his attention to the counter, picking up a plate… a plate of cookies! and approached Forever again, offering one, who tastefully thanked with his head and took one of the snacks and put his mouth close to taste " You are so kind Philza~, You protected me from the cold, You gave me warm clothes and you are feeding me , you're like my Sugar Daddy- " Damn… he couldn't stop his words in time, how could he be so stupid? he should learn to control his jokes, what would Philza think now? he probably made him extremely uncomfortable! he was preparing to urgently apologize for the bad joke, but he was surprised. 

Philza was laughing, laughing at his joke, he was laughing too hard. 

"Oh god… Hahaha! You really…?" Philza dropped the plate on the counter again and pressed his hands against his stomach while laughing "Did you really call me 'Sugar daddy'? Hahahaha! I admire your bravery, isn't everyone who has the courage to call an angel of death 'Sugar Daddy''" Philza calmed down from the laughter, sitting in the chair next to Forever "I really liked you… you are very funny, You can stay here as long as you need, no worries" Philza rested his elbow on the arm of the chair , and rested his head on his hand, looking directly into Forever's scarlet eyes, which made Forever blush. 

"Are you sure? I think you'd regret it as soon as I start to get comfortable…" Forever looked away, trying to hide the redness of his face, looked to a corner that suddenly became interested for a few seconds and then turned his gaze to the man next to him, right by his side, who was taking a sip of his drink, Phil nodded, confirming his proposal. 

Forever felt a bond growing, and this time, he wasn't going to screw it up, this time he was going to do it right.

[mathanlin]

// mention of injury, past death, past neglect

Origins/Hero AU where hero!Wilbur goes invisible whenever he’s scared.

With the situations the League throws him into, that’s *always.* He’s reliable, at least. Always able to hide, even if he’s too terrified to think. 

Until the Crowfather tries to soothe him. 

“I know you’re here.”

Wilbur presses himself further into the wall, clutching a bloody wound as the villain stalks through the collapsed building. 

“It’s alright, mate,” he says. Soft. Gentle. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

And Wilbur’s invisibility—

*Falters.*

The moment the villain’s eyes flick to him, it roars back to life. 

It’s too late. Wilbur jerks back as the Crowfather turns toward him, frantically stumbling away from where he’d been spotted. 

But the villain keeps trying.

“I promise,” he says, so quietly, feathers rustling softly. “You’re hurt, little one. Let me help.”

Another flicker, as Wilbur’s heart hitches. 

He’d had those feathers once, before the League’d martyred him. 

*You’d be more useful as a phantom,* they’d said. *Always invisible. Put that cowardice to use.*

And now, on the verge of his second death, he can’t even do that.

Desperately, he leans into the fear, letting himself panic like he’d been trained to. Imagining how it’d feel to fall under those claws, to die alone—

The Crowfather… croons.

Wilbur’s instincts might be long dead.

But he still crumbles.

Sobbing, he leans against the ruined wall as the villain steps closer, invisibility flickering wildly. It almost steadies as the Crowfather reaches towards him, wings dark, claws glinting—

And… it goes out entirely. 

As the Crowfather gently cups his cheek.

(The League doesn’t care when Wilbur disappears. What use is a phantom that feels *safe,* after all? They barely notice his absence. 

But they definitely notice when the Crowfather rains down fresh fury onto the League, a new son at his side.)

[galaxynest]

Hi!

I'm back to give you more AU's :)

(I will also continue to post things about Foragissa and Crowfather's AU, I just want to talk about this other AU)

At this moment, I want to talk to you about a zombie apocalypse AU, where the Federation takes the role of a large medical corporation, dedicated to the search for cures for different diseases.

Where 4 people agree to be test subjects for a definitive cure for rabies, everything goes wrong, and Quesadilla Island, and soon the world, falls into despair.

Philza is a survivor, it has been 2 years since the infection started and he has been alone since then, he was separated from his small group that he had at the beginning of the apocalypse due to circumstances and he ends up on the outskirts of Quesadilla Island, where his small radio catches a distress signal, someone who was inside the city, hiding in one of the schools on the Island, asking for help.

Missa is that person.

Missa, like Phil, has been alone, moving from group to group, not staying with one since the last time he trusted a large group, they ended up stealing him and using him as bait to escape a horde of zombies.

When Missa is saved by Phil they decide to keep each other company to survive, perhaps form a group, while being watched :) [ I'm sorry if it doesnt makes a lot of sense, if u have any questions, you can ask :D ]

[anarchy-and-piglins]

"I want to know exactly what they told you." The Crowfather dragged a chair to the middle of the room and sat down on it. Techno waited, spine pressed against the wall.

Everything about this man was restrained. Every movement, every twitch of the dark wings on his back, betrayed a measure of control that went far beyond what the hero association had prepared him for. They weren't kidding when they told Techno Crowfather was one of the most dangerous villains ever.

And after his previous escape attempt, they didn't make the mistake of unchaining Techno from the bed again.

"You should speak," The Crowfather said at his stubborn silence. "Or I will fetch Wilbur and force it out of you. And you should know by now that I don't want to hurt you." He looked at Techno with that constant expression of wretched sadness and harsh resolve. As if he really was trying to convince Techno that he had his best interest at heart.

"Yeah, I'll be sure to believe that," Techno muttered, touching his neck. There was a small bruise there where the syringe they'd used to sedate him earlier had dug in.

"Just because I don't want to hurt you doesn't mean I can't correct your misbehavior," The Crowfather said. "A good parent disciplines his children. They ruined you. As my son-"

"I'm not your son!" Techno spat.

The Crowfather stared at him a moment longer, then shook his head and sighed. "What did they tell you?" he asked again.

"My parents are dead," Techno said. "You killed them."

The laugh that came from the other man then was much closer to a cackle than any human sound, it made Techno's skin itch.

"Oh, I've killed plenty of people. What a boring tale, the association couldn't come up with anything more original?"

"My mother was killed instantly in the attack. My father managed to escape with me and hid me somewhere he knew other people would find me." The words were slightly stilted. The story had been repeated to Techno over and over again when he was so young he could barely speak himself. He told it in the same way - as if he was listening to somebody else recount it. "Then he ran to act as a diversion and you killed him. He did it to keep me safe. My father loved me so much, he would have done anything for me."

The Crowfather's pale blue eyes lit up with narrowed pupils, a thin smile splitting his face. "Well, at least they told you one truth." 

When he stood, his bird-like limbs stretched horribly. Techno was too prideful to flinch away from his touch, even when those claws cupped his face tenderly.

"They were right about one thing only. Your father loves you so much that after the hero association stole you, he searched for over two decades to find you again. And now that I have, I won't ever let you go."

(Same AU as this one)

[robby-bobby-tommy]

Screw this, I'm gonna regret it but here are my thoughts/hcs for my faves at the last day of purgatory. (I'll post Fit's later, I really wanna sleep)

The son of the sky was given his wings back. Well, not quite like that. They were very poorly made prosthetic wings, that connected to wings, allowing crowfather to fly again. The feeling of air touching his feathers, hair, face. The feeling of freedom and completeness overwhelmed Phil, as he touched the sky with his hand.

Too bad the wings were of no use right now, as he stared at his children, behind what seemed to be a bullet proof glass. They were all dirty, with cracks, and their eyes were filled with fear. Chayenne tried to hide his emotions, allowing only the relief show on his little face. Tallulah didn't try to repress anything. The pain and disappointed were the only things Phil could see, before she layed her eyes on him. Crowfather's ears were half deaf for this Eye, because it didn't matter anymore. The safety of the kids mattered much more, than whatever the heck it d_ck head had to say. But one sentence finally caught winged man's attention. "You have five minutes to get to the ship". Philza's heart sank. There is no way he'll leave his kids behind. The ground started shaking, as ceiling fell, yet plenty of people stayed behind, not knowing what to do. The stone dust blurred Phil's vision, but the moment he got it back kids were no more. Crow knew what to do, but knowledge didn't make this heartbreak any less painful. He fled through the water failing from the ceiling, and met Tubbo.

The boy suggested the most outrageous, yet the only options they have left: Philza has to lasso him and use his "new" Wings to get to the coordinates of the ship. And Phil does it putting the rope around Toby's waist and spread his wings. The child of the sky returned to this endless blue expanse. He flew as fast as he could. This sh_tty prosthetic made themselves known. The further they flew, the more broken this prosthetic became. The bolts loosened up and soon enough only Phil's wings carried them away from the hell it was. The pain, not only emotional, but also physical struck as feathers ripped away from the wings. His pride and joy were once again ripped away from him. His kids were gone, and so we're his wings. At the end the pair basically fell in the water as avian's back was bleeding. They made it to the ship, once again destroying any chances of freedom for the child of the skies.

[bleezebrew]

Me, perusing the qsmp tag after philza's lore drop to see just how messed up everyone is: This man regularly hangs out with Wilbur Soot, Ranboo, and Charlie Slimcicle, all of whom are known for creating varying and uniquely emotionally devastating lore. He promised you an exile arc if anything happened to the eggs. Literally stated it. Multiple times. Why are any of you surprised? This was not a matter of "if" but of "when." Also me: Crowfather did so good with the lore! I'm glad to see he's getting more confident with acting since DSMP. That moment where he broke down was top tier holy crap. Excellent work Phil!

[lovelesslittleloser]

I have a fic in the works that I am frothing at the mouth over and wish to share with someone so if you would like to hear about my Grian-centric modern hero/villain AU that has Minecraft mechanics that only Grian knows about, Rich Grian, minor Watcher Grian, minor Grian as a time-ascending godlike entity (compared to the other characters) who can move from servers at will (though the fic mostly takes place in the one), Arianna Griande, Cuteguy, a little Poultry Man, and MAJOR Builder Grian, a fic that includes supporting characters such as:

Major Characters

Mumbo Killsalot Jumbo

Good Times With Scar (+Hotguy)

Philza Minecraft (+Crowfather)

Characters Between Major And Minor

Jimmy Solidarity Gaming

Technoblade

Dream

Joel Smallishbeans

Kristen (+Goddess Of Death)

Minor Characters

Quackity

Wilbur Soot

Tommy Innit

Tubbo Underscore

Ranboo Beloved

Fundy

Lizzie LDShadowLady

Mentioned Characters

Mexican Dream (Quackity)

Blopwobbel (from Wilbur Soot streams/videos)

Tarii (from Wilbur Soot streams/videos)

Orelii (from Wilbur Soot streams/videos)

Wolfclaw Gaming (from Wilbur Soot streams/videos)

More is 100% going to be added later as I get more inspiration and/or watch different Hermnitcraft perspectives, but at the moment, this is most of it!! Please ask me about this fic I am begging you for an excuse send an ask send a dm and I’ll go for hours

[chaoticpiglinwitch]

Crow Father

Pronouns: He/They

Domains: God of Death, Travel, Fatherhood, Masculine Energy, Wisdom, Respect, Familial Love, Looming Protection, Construction, Communication, Hospitality

Epithets: “Father of Blossoms” would be called that in relation to being the father of Syren (God of the Seasons) or in spring time. They would spend time together during the spring and you can hear their laughter in fields of flowers.

“Man of Men” + “Angel of Death” was called this when talking about him with his wife, Kristen. While Kristen is the afterlife, Crow will guild the souls or the living ones that are close to death. Believed to give them comfort or justice in their last moments.

“Whisper of Crows”, “One of Watcher” + “Soldier of Death��� These names were associated with him when he was with Blade and how they would assist soldiers in battle. Either by watching over them while they are unguarded, guilding the souls from battle, helping them gather supplies or guilding civilians to safety.

“Kind feathered Traveller” Would help others find their way if asked for help. He would help make compasses, maps and provide protection for wanderers and refugees. It was also a title used when he was paired with Blade

“Everlasting Resourceful Builder” He helped teach others how to build houses and communities, helping stand tall and strong. Not stopping to help all around with building big shrines and other mythical sites in the mythology. Builders and carpenters often would ask for his blessings when making things.

"Looming Welcome" In many towns and homes, townsfolk would have bird statues or decor around their living areas to both invite travellers and Crowfather's protection in. Guarding against harmful entities and welcoming all that needed or wanted shelter. They believed that shooing away or being outwardly rude to wanderers, strangers or birds was seen as a quick way to get CF's wrath and loss of his divine protection; and depending on how far it went it could cause loss of protection to the whole town.

Symbols/Mobs: Crows, Parrots, bird skulls, black feathers, black vail/cloaks, Short haired and/or black cats

Rules/Guidelines:

Chosen family (ppl who you choose to have in ur life) are what's important

Formality isn't a big thing unless your asking a favour of him (also depends on how close u are as well, the more time you spend with him, the more he will see u as family/protected one)

Respect is given not forced. In all relationships, he will help pick out the ones that can and will be trust worthy but also teach you the signs of it and test your skills.

Myths/Stories: Crow Father was worshipped as an all ever looming protector, believed that all crows were connected to him. He could be summoned quickly, (+ more to add)

Colors: Crow Father would wear items/colors that would remind him of his loved ones and would have a ever changing colorful wardrobe. When he would visit different places/seasons, he would dress for the time there. So he likes any color but his favourite colors are Green (likes darker tones), White, Gold, Black, Pink (Blossom specifically)

Crystals: Obsidian, Rose Quartz, Amethyst, Red jasper,

Incense: Lavender, Rose, Cederwood

Plants/Herbs: Alvo, Daisy, chrysanthemums

Offerings: Any shiny things, Black tea w/sugar, any herbal tea, tea cakes, sweets, arts and craft, crow themed things, items that remind of his loved ones, anything you have made, bones, travel guides,

Devotions:

Vailing in honour of him,

Looking after nature,

Learn the importantance of travel safety,

Get a bird bath

Learn about children and advocation for them

Read a book/listen to audio book

Learn about something you know nothing about

Speck your truth and strive for equal respect

Listen to bird song

Wearing bird skulls (ethically)

Learn first aid and keep a kit in your car/home/bag

Meditate with him,

Sit outside and drink english breakfast tea with him

learn about masculine energy and practising it/learning balance

advocate for male victims and support groups,

Learn about crows, Crow merch hehe

go food shopping or donate to a food bank

Learn about construction and it’s safety,

Watching documentaries or mcyt

Going to school and asking him for safe travels

Do a diy project or watch building videos

Inviting him to your dreams

Journal about ur life, ur troubles, he loves to be a shoulder to lean on

Attendants: Kristen (Wife), Prime, Syren, Blade, Most folk in the pantheon

[genevawren38]

Blackbird Singing in the Dead of Night

✨For meIIohisunsets New Years 2022 Fic Exchange Event ✨o!Wilbur & o!Tommy, o!Wilbur & o!Philza [Crimeboys, Sand Duo] ✨5K W.C. ✨o!Wilbur-centric on Origins SMP ✨MCD & SBI Inc as Found Family ✨A gift for @catsloveluna ✨Blackbird by The Beatles

He could still picture the Crowfather’s face, seeing his dead son in the fog before the now middle-aged man. The Elytrian nearly fainted the moment Wilbur turned up on his doorstep, asking to come in. He remembers his father’s face vividly that stormy night, lighting flashing in those pale sky eyes while he stared open-mouthed at the one waving sheepishly. Many more lines ran through his Father’s flesh now, a distanced look in his eye before he truly recognised who stands before him.

“Wil-Wilbur?” He stutters a bit, shuddering before reaching a tentative hand out to his son.

Concentrating, he let the blonde feel his cool dead flesh, looking at how his father has aged in the time past. A deep echoed tone rings through his sonorous voice, an eerie marker that he returned from beyond the grave for unknown reasons. “Hello Dad!”

Phil coos, reaching his scarred palm up to caress his son’s strong jawbone. “My son, what happened to you?”

“My own hubris.” Wilbur chokes out, tears swelling as he lets his concentration fall, Phil flinching back when his hand suddenly sinks through his son. “I fell into a ravine and died. I don't know how long ago, several years judging by how everything has changed, then reappeared several days ago out of my mangled skeleton and made my way here.”

Phil chatters angrily at that, his End blood showing in the Enderian he mutters under his breath while glaring at his son before that expression broke. Pure sorrow flowed over his face, wrinkles more apparent while he gazed at Wilbur. A slight whistle rang through his accented voice, eyes begging the see-through brunette to say yes.

“Do you need a place to stay, mate?”

“That would be great, Dad.”

[dotterelly]

You guys remember when Philza removed chippi chippi chappa chappa from spawn because to many serious lore moments happened there and he felt it would be detrimental to the impact of the rp, or something to that effect? Yeah, I just finished a dnd session where we had an epic fight and part way in I put that video on to show it to my friend and we just ended up vibing to it for the rest of the fight and it was the most fun I've had doing rp in ages? Crowfather, let us have our serotonin audio fidget cube.

[storytellerofuntoldlegends]

touch and go: ch 1

A/N: so having a bunch of wips means you ignore them and post something new, right? anyway I’ve had this idea for an origins and last life crossover superhero au fic for a while now, and in a burst of inspiration i wrote it! well, two chapters of it. the second chapter you’ll probably get in a week or maybe sooner depending on my patience (and how much of this i manage to write before i lose steam). also this fic believes in he/they scott and she/her ranboo supremacy :D (their origins characters can fit so much gender in them) anyway, enjoy!

Warnings: violence, injury, moral dilemmas

Summary: Jimmy is just trying to live a peaceful life in Orilast City. However once he discovers he has superpowers, his whole life is thrown into chaos when powerful (and therefore dangerous) people want to get him on their side and use him for his powers. Meanwhile Scott is an up-and-coming hero from the city's famed Hero Alliance. But when an encounter with an unpredictable new super turns into a media uproar, his life becomes far more complicated as they navigate what it truly means to be a hero.

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Jimmy always joked that his superpower was being really, really unlucky. Which definitely applied to this exact moment, as he was currently hurtling towards the ground at an alarming speed.

It had just been an ordinary day. He nearly spilled hot coffee all over himself on the daily coffee run for the office. Then he tried his best to sort through his paperwork, but he ended up dropping the folder and sent papers flying everywhere. And then when he finally made some headway on getting things organized and starting on what he was supposed to be working on, the building shook with the impact of a nearby hero and villain fight. His coworkers did the smart thing and ran- but Jimmy? Well, curiosity killed the cat for a reason.

So here he was, falling to the ground after another rumble had shaken the building, causing Jimmy to lose his balance and tumble out of a shattered window. Figures this is how he would go.

But then there was a streak of purple and blue light, and he was cradled against someone's chest. The world seemed to come to a standstill as Jimmy’s soft brown eyes met purple ones swirling with galaxies. Their hair was purple too, bits of lights like twinkling stars clinging to the strands. Stars dotted the stranger's cheeks like freckles, and a charming grin spread over their face.

And then they were plummeting to the ground again. A scream ripped from Jimmy’s throat as he clung tight to the stranger. But then they landed, the stranger landing on their feet and sending cracks spiderwebbing across the sidewalk with the impact.

"Take it easy, you’re safe now," the stranger said, before gently depositing Jimmy onto the ground. Jimmy finally got a good look at the rest of the stranger. Galaxies swirled along their skin, at least from their fingertips to their forearms. They wore a light blue overcoat with gold trim with a white shirt tucked into black pants, as well as a gold sash around their waist.

"Who are you?" Jimmy got out, not recognizing him as one of Orilast City's heroes.

"Call me Starboy," he said with another dazzling grin. With that, he leapt into the air with a burst of starlight, going back into the fray.

Jimmy watched with awe as Starboy fought alongside some more familiar faces that Jimmy knew- Crowfather, the Inch, Warp, and Blazeboy- against the feared Southlanders. The Southlanders were a dangerous ragtag group of rogues whose members shifted a bit, sometimes allying with the equally dangerous Fairy Fort, but the usual four were there: Pyroshadow, Mirage, the Detonator, and Scarletwing. Pyroshadow was a demon creature from another realm who excelled with technological devices as well as fire and shadow magic. Mirage could slip in and out of reality, showing up in one place only to vanish and appear in another. The Detonator could create explosives out of anything he touched. And their leader- Scarletwing- well, frankly he just seemed to be a guy with bright red parrot wings. But everyone feared him anyway.

Starboy was currently locked in combat with the dreaded Scarletwing. The villain was deft, gracefully swooping out of the way of Starboy’s blasts. It soon became apparent that the effort of keeping up the barrage was tiring Starboy out- and Scarletwing realized this with a wicked grin. He abruptly darted forward, arms wrapping around Starboy’s waist as he dived down, driving both of them through the crumbling wall of the very office building Starboy had just saved Jimmy from.

Scarletwing rose from the rubble. Starboy didn't. A satisfied grin broke out over Scarletwing's face, and he poised to strike a final blow-

"No!" Jimmy shouted, hand outstretched- and a burst of blue light hit Scarletwing right in the shoulder. The villain flew, hitting the rubble with a sickening thump. Jimmy stared at his hand in shock.

"Ugh, another starborne?" an irritated voice said behind him, paired with a hand on his shoulder. Jimmy whirled around to see Warp, jostling her hand from his shoulder as he did so.

"What- but I'm not a- what did you call me?" Jimmy frowned, confused. Hadn't his rescuer referred to himself as "Starboy" not "Starborne?"

Before Warp got a chance to answer, a chunk of rubble came hurtling towards them. There wasn't time to move or even scream, and Jimmy squeezed his eyes shut and braced for the inevitable…

But nothing came. Jimmy slowly opened his eyes, and found himself standing a few feet away from the rubble. Warp was stood on the other side of it, her mouth dropped open in shock.

"How did you- you teleport?! But that's my thing!" Warp whined, stomping her foot a little.

Suddenly, Warp's eyes widened and her pouty demeanor vanished into concern as her gaze locked on something behind Jimmy. Someone grabbed him from behind, an iron grip on his arms.

"Neat trick you pulled- maybe we should chat about that," a voice said gruffly- Mirage. Jimmy squirmed in his grip, panic coursing through his veins. He didn't know what was going on, he just wanted to go home-

And then energy flooded into Jimmy. He heard a sharp gasp from Mirage, his grip loosening- and Jimmy’s world suddenly tilted into light and color, flowing past him in an endless stream- until everything went dark.

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Jimmy woke up in his sister's living room. Which was strange, because he didn't remember spending the night at Lizzie’s, nor did he remember doing so on the floor as opposed to the couch.

Then Jimmy registered the dust from the building rubble in his hair, as well as Lizzie and her husband, Joel, looking down at him with concern. Jimmy squeezed his eyes shut again with a groan, hoping that this was a dream.

“Oh no you don’t- Jimmy, what happened? How are you in my living room?!” Lizzie demanded, grabbing Jimmy by the shoulders and shaking him a little. Jimmy groggily opened his eyes, giving a defeated sigh. Not a dream, then.

“You think I know?! One minute I’m in the middle of a fight between Crowfather’s team and the Southlanders, and the next I woke up here!” Jimmy replied, voice a little frantic.

“You were in a fight?!” Lizzie asked, voice shrill. Joel soothingly patted her arm, noticing Jimmy’s wince at her tone.

“Well, I wasn’t exactly in the fight. It just sorta crashed into the office. And then I fell from the building- but I was saved by some new hero, Starboy…” Jimmy trailed off, thinking about the purple-haired hero, and how he sparkled and shimmered in the light- and then he remembered how he had gotten taken down by Scarletwing, and Jimmy felt sick. He had no idea if Starboy survived or not.

“Why’d you say his name like that?” Joel asked, squinting a bit at Jimmy. He flushed a little bit, and a wicked grin spread over Joel’s face.

“Don’t look at me like that! He just saved me, that’s all. I dunno if he’s even alive, he took a pretty nasty hit from Scarletwing,” Jimmy said, sitting up and scrubbing his hands over his face. Lizzie frowned a little, and shifted away from Jimmy to grab the tv remote.

The news flickered on, with a grainy picture of Jimmy on the screen. The picture shrunk down to go in the corner, revealing a newscaster standing in the rubble of the buildings from the fight.

“We have an exciting development from the fight against the Southlanders downtown- not only did Starboy make their debut as one of our newest heroes, but a new super revealed themself today- here we have Starboy to tell us about what he saw,” a newscaster announced, and Starboy came into the frame. Text appeared at the bottom of the screen, a scrolling message that read “Starboy (he/they) Shares All: Recounting the Tale of the Newest Super!” Despite being tackled through a wall, Starboy looked as radiant as ever. Jimmy sat up a little taller.

“I didn’t see a lot, but I was the one who saved them when they fell from the building. But then they ended up saving me back- they shot Scarletwing with this bright blue light, kind of like mine,” Starboy explained, summoning a sphere of starlight in their hand to demonstrate.

“So they’re a starborne, like you?” the newscaster asked.

“That’s what we thought at first, but then they teleported just like Warp does- and when Mirage tried to corner them, they vanished the same way Mirage does. And there are some starbornes who can teleport, but we do it in a burst of starlight, not purple sparks like Warp or slipping in and out of reality like Mirage. And they did both,” he explained, slight awe in his voice.

“Oh? Do I detect some admiration for this new hero?” the newscaster asked with a smile that made Jimmy think a little of a viper.

“Well, we don’t know their allegiances yet-”

“Ooh, star-crossed lovers, perhaps?” the newscaster interrupted, enjoying their own play on words far too much.

“I don’t even know them,” Starboy scrambled with a light flush that made the stars on his cheeks shine even brighter.

“Well I don’t know about you, but this picture submitted by an ameteur photographer sure shows some chemistry to me!” the newscaster chirped, and a picture of Starboy holding Jimmy in his arms came on screen. Jimmy had been staring open-mouthed at Starboy, clinging to their shoulders. Meanwhile Starboy had been looking at Jimmy with a dazzling grin, holding tight to him as they floated in the air. New text appeared at the bottom of the screen: “Romance Among New Heroes, or Star-Crossed Lovers?”

“Now I get why you said their name like that,” Joel murmured in a teasing tone. Jimmy’s face burned, and he buried his face in his hands. Lizzie turned off the tv, letting out a deep breath.

“So. When were you planning on telling me you had powers?” Lizzie demanded.

“Not like we’ve been super honest with him,” Joel muttered. Lizzie reached over to smack the back of his head.

“I didn’t know I had powers until today and- he wait what do you mean, not being honest with me?” Jimmy asked with a frown. Lizzie sighed, glaring at Joel a little, before waving her hand. Pink and yellow sparkles fluttered over her, and in a matter of moments iridescent wings sprouted from her back, and a flowery mask shimmered into place over her eyes. Jimmy jolted back, turning to look at Joel- whose appearance changed with a flurry of red sparks to reveal blood red eyes and a dark cloak.

Panic clutched at Jimmy’s throat. Because his sister and brother-in-law were two of the city’s most feared villains: the Fairy Queen and the Red Wizard. Together they led the Fairy Fort, a team of ruthless villains that tormented the city. They were at the center of many conspiracies and assassinations, and were known for frequent infighting amongst themselves as well as against other villain groups they allied with.

“Please don’t freak out,” Lizzie said, hands up placatingly.

“Bit late for that!” Jimmy squeaked, scrambling backwards. The Fairy Queen was ruthless, the Red Wizard was unhinged, and they were his family?! No way. Today had to be some sort of fever dream- first he got caught in a battle and found out he had powers, and now this?!

“I know we don’t exactly have the best reputation-”

“You think?!” Jimmy cried, cutting Joel off.

“But you don’t know those so-called ‘heroes’ like we do, they’re bad news- especially the Crowfather’s team,” Lizzie explained.

“And now they’re probably gonna be looking for you, with your whole… whatever is happening,” Joel added.

“Starboy seemed alright…” Jimmy said softly. Lizzie’s lips pressed together in a firm line.

“Maybe, but that’s how they start. All bright-eyed and hopeful, talking about how all they want is to help people- but then the power goes to their heads, and they just want to help themselves,” Lizzie said darkly. Jimmy frowned.

“But isn’t that what you and the Fairy Fort do?! You just do whatever you want, causing chaos and…” Jimmy trailed off as he remembered that this wasn’t just his sister he was snapping back at- this was a feared villain who wrought havoc over the city.

“It’s not as simple as hero and villain, Jimmy. The lines have always been blurred- it's just that the heroes don’t want you to know that,” Joel said bitterly.

“But you’ve killed people!” Jimmy sputtered. Joel just shrugged.

“It was me or them. Or they were gonna hurt Lizzie. But it’s not like they were great people either,” Joel said, resting what was probably supposed to be a comforting hand on Jimmy’s arm. But Jimmy jerked away- and red magic followed. It flowed into Jimmy, and he was overcome with simmering rage.

“What’s happening, what did you do to me?!” Jimmy demanded, quickly becoming overwhelmed by the surge of power.

“What do you mean, what did I do?! You’re the one taking my magic!” Joel gasped out, sounding a little like he had been punched.

“You can take people’s powers. That’s why you could shoot starbolts like Starboy, but then teleport like Warp, and then teleport like Mirage,” Lizzie murmured with intrigue in her tone.

“But I don’t want this- I don’t even know how I’m doing this!” Jimmy cried, red magic starting to surge around him.

“Whoa- hold on, let’s calm down first- my magic is tied to emotions, you’re gonna blow us all up at this rate,” Joel said, reaching out to take Jimmy’s hands to try and ground him.

This, however, turned out to be a mistake. Because more magic flooded into Jimmy, and Joel cried out in pain. Jimmy tore his hands out of Joel’s grip, scrambling away. Joel slumped over, and Lizzie was quick to rush to his side. She looked up at Jimmy, shock and horror in her eyes.

Jimmy ran before she could say anything, darting out the door and bursting into the sky with the Red Wizard’s- with Joel’s magic, ignoring Lizzie’s shouts after him.

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[raan-miir-tah]

DAY FIVE: FAMILY

[Also on AO3!]

“You two are so annoying,” Xornoth complains, face squished by zeir palm.

Scott stops staring at Jimmy to eye his brother suspiciously.

“I don’t know what you mean,” he crosses his arms.

Xornoth groans dramatically. Hitting zeir head against the lunch table, much to Scott’s dismay.

“You and Jimmy! Always eying each other, never actually making a move. It’s miserable. You’re making me miserable,” zey say.

Scott frowns sharply, “I don’t like Jimmy,”

That’s a lie. A huge, fat, gargantuan lie. Scott’s been obsessed over Jimmy since they met through Lizzie, Jimmy’s sister. For a poor theater gay to fall in love with his best friend’s little brother? An injustice beyond vengeance.

“Bullshit. Go ask him out! He’s right there!” Xornoth gestures to the lunch table behind them.

“Shh!” Scott hushes zeim, “Keep it down! He might hear you,”

“Great. That’d be perfect, actually. Thanks for the idea,” zey say, with a blooming evil grin.

Oh no. Oh no, no, no. Nothing good happens when Xornoth gets an evil grin.

“Hey Jimmy!” zey yell.

Scott’s face falls in horror as Jimmy turns around, oblivious to the fratricide occurring before his eyes.

“Me and Scott were going to go see that new superhero movie. With the bird? I dunno, but moron over here bought one too many tickets. You wanna go?” Xornoth asks.

Scott might have a heart attack and perish right here and now, in first lunch. Before all his classmates. Forever changing their bond and trajectory of their lives.

“Sure! You mean the Crowfather movie, right?” Jimmy smiles back.

God he’s handsome. Wait, no. Those are not thoughts Scott is having in this moment. He’s too busy passing away.

“Yep. You in?” Xornoth twists around in zeir seat.

Jimmy shakes his head in agreement, “Absolutely! When’s the movie?”

“Saturday at 7. Scott’ll drive,” zey explain.

“Deal!” he grins again, before turning back to his own lunch table.

Mortified, amazed, and certainly deceased, Scott allows his jaw to drop.

That’s impossible. Xornoth did not just land him a date with his longtime crush. Not only would Xornoth never be nice to Scott ever, due to the Cain instinct, but going with them? To see a superhero movie zey aren’t interested in? Downright blasphemy.

“There’s no way you just did that, and also agreed to third wheel,” he gasps.

“Ew, no. What do you take me for? I’m not showing up. After all, I only got two tickets,” Xornoth says, taking a sip of apple juice.

Just like that, zeir evil plan falls into place.

Scott tilts his head back in disbelief, “You cheeky bastard,”

“Thank me later, moron,” zey roll their eyes.

Against his better judgement, he knows he probably will be praising zeir name when he gets home from the movies Saturday.