#Crows are cool

[telekinesis-mind-control-comics]

[ourmadramblr]

I fucking love crows so much.

[bird-nobody]

Hmm...how about drawing your favorite bird? Do you have a favorite bird?

Goose...

[gothrosedoodles]

Necromancy/undead crow.

[gothic-thriller-dawn]

[eros-ghoulette]

i love corvids with all my heart, but when i sit in my room and hear many crows i'll think they killed something tbh

[autistic-disabled-poet]

The Crow

I sit in silence staring out the window hoping for guidance my head remains in limbo

the clouds hang low dark as ash the fog creeps in so slow in the sky there is a flash

I hear a crow far away, with a grating cry  that chills my bones without delay. The sight makes me shiver as I wonder why. Why do you circle my house that way?

The fog creeps closer, closer, closer My thoughts race. Will I be caught by it? No sir. I run quickly, quickly, quickly away from the place

The clouds darken the sky the fog hurries towards me I’m surrounded so I start to say goodbye. My mind is full, thoughts swarming within me.

The lightning strikes, the thunder claps The crow cries This is it, perhaps The little songbird appears, bringing the clear skies.

I relish the sun,  the blue skies,  the warmth. I hope the songbird is here to stay.

[some-french-asshole]

The feminine urge to domesticate crows just to have some little guys hopping around

[potatoofluck]

Birds are always fun to draw, and crows are especially silly birds

[spooky-oh]

Bird pirate

[telekinesis-mind-control-comics]

[faircatch]

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[wiltkingart]

a terrifying presence has entered the room

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[weaver-z]

There was a really big cowboy-looking dude in the coffee shop, and after a while I realized he seemed to be staring at me, and I was getting uncomfortable until he suddenly startled and came over to say "I'm so sorry, ma'am, I wasn't trying to stare at you. There is a HUGE bird behind you." And lo and behold, right outside the window, there was an absolute unit of a crow.

[delsshitposts]

I want an army of crows. Like... As friends. Definitely not planning to become a menace of any kind.

[sparrowmoth]

This was the kiss he’d been waiting for. It was a gunshot. It was prairie fire. It was the spin of Makker’s Wheel. Jesper felt the pounding of his heart—or was it Wylan’s?—like a stampede in his chest, and the only thought in his head was a happy, startled, Oh.

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