#crow scribbles stuff

[somberine]

How sad it must be that neither of them got to say goodbye to the other.

[daisyhooves]

Datura my beloved Datura my everything I am throwing her like a stuffed animal at a wall

[squuote]

messing around with my curator design again ^__^ mostly for something a bit simpler.

[caramelmochacrow]

kao bday yay

[moonlight-mistral]

big ol' stretch commission for @dragongirlafro!

[jazzkrebber]

using Six of Crows for a school project is all fun and games until you come to the daunting realization that you can not in fact be normal about this book in public

[candywafercutie]

I made Masquerade designs for Scarecrow, Dick, Tim, and Jason, bc I could I guess

Tim's mask is based off a moretta mask, which is supposed to be super feminine, but I gave it a more masculine shape to match his gender fuckery clothes. Really I couldn't decide if I wanted to draw him in a dress or not, so I used historical fashion knowledge to give him something in between :'D

[mossy-morg]

New character alert!!!

Meet Azi!

This was my second attempt at the drawing this pose and I think it portrays their character very well. He is an absolute psycho. I love him very much, she's kinda babygirl, but in my way, which means barely a sanity in their body. It’s my one of those character’s that make me feral and start foaming at the mouth when I think of it. That uses Any pronouns like me which consists of your usual she, he, they and also the it and that neopronouns (tho it might get more). He’s kinda an embodiment of all my insanity (crazy, you would not believe how fucked up I am). Which is why it uses the same pronouns as me.

Here are the early sketches that came from a femtanyl (the music artist) induced… rage? I dunno but very strong brainwaves were being produced and I was generally so stimulated and happy because of the music. I was inspired by the cat-like creature on femtanyl’s song covers, and later realised it reminds me tiny bit of aimkids cat like creatures too (modify is one of my go to animations to watch, most likely a little based of that). She was originally named Valkyrie as you can see but it didn't match their vibes so he's now called Azazel (for now atleast, I don't know if it'll stay).

Warnings: Severe gore

As I said, absolute psycho. I actually drew this first for the funsies and then went "Hey, this would be good for the halloween art competition!" And now I'm waiting for it to be approved on the padlet.

[tinytownn]

back to you – one-shot

roronoa zoro x f!reader

word count: 1.7k

summary: after being ambushed on the way back to the ship, the crew is faced with a difficult battle. you get injured and zoro comes to your rescue–thinking you're unconscious he lets his inner thoughts slip.

content: violence, fluff??, corny ass ending, worried zoroooo, no use of y/n, also for this post and any op fics going forward the character will have giant scissors as a weapon and is the ship’s seamstress (picture sheele’s extase from akame ga kill)

a/n: [UNEDITED] erm don't look at this too hard, i don't wanna talk abt it...i originally wrote another 3k word ending but scrapped it (possibly for another project??) so this is what you guys get lmaoo. more fast paced than i usually like, but i thought it'd be a cute lil fluffy piece.

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The air was thick with smoke. Cannons from rival ships deployed, leaving scars in the earth as the ammo plundered deep within. Unconscious bodies that littered the beach became human shields as you attempted to dodge the bullets that whizzed past your head–the sound sending chills up your spine.

You and your crew had been ambushed. The supply trip was supposed to be simple—routine, even. When you arrived, Nami had spotted a secluded docking spot tucked between jagged rocks. It looked safe.

How wrong that assumption was.

Splitting up into groups, Sanji and Chopper went to get food, Nami and Robin ventured to various shops, and Luffy and Usopp found their way through restaurants, eating their way through the menu of any place that would let them in.

You were paired with Zoro to gather medical supplies—a list quickly scribbled by Chopper before you docked.

“Take Zoro with you,” Chopper had said. “To carry the heavy stuff!”

He meant well, but Zoro made no effort to hide his boredom, dragging his feet with every step.

"This sucks," he muttered, arms crossed as he sulked behind you.

“All you’d be doing is sleeping in the crow’s nest. Plus, I’m not carrying all of this,” you reminded him, holding the list up like a scroll. “Suck it up.”

It took a while of wandering, but a large, wooden sign with a red cross messily painted on it came into view–a medicine shop.

“Aha— there it is,” you said, pointing.

Zoro’s gaze, however, was focused elsewhere.

“Sword shop,” he murmured, eyes lighting up for the first time since you left the ship.

He looked at you, hopeful. “Just one—”

“Fine,” you said before he could even finish. “Go. Meet me next door when you’re done. And don’t get lost.”

“It’s right there.” He grumbled, rolling his eyes. “I’ll meet you there.”

Watching him turn, his steps guided him to the sword display in the window and he disappeared inside. Knowing he made it inside, you went next door to start gathering things off the list.

Although there wasn’t much on the list–the bottles were fucking massive. They piled in your arms and began to topple. You regretted sending Zoro off, but you managed to make your way to the counter, paying for the items and hauling the bulky bag behind on your way out.

You glanced toward the sword shop. No Zoro.

Frowning, you stomped over and pushed the door open. A bell jingled overhead.

You scanned the small store, the only person inside was a lanky, half-asleep, old man at the counter. Hearing your footsteps, his eyes perked up, head turned to you.

“Ah, hello, dear!” His scratchy voice echoed through the empty shop. “How can I help you?”

You nodded, keeping your place in the doorway. “Have you seen a man–tall, green hair, probably frowning, pissed off at the world?”

Not even taking a moment to think, the old man scowled. “Yes, I remember him. He was just in here a few minutes ago– rude young man. He left while I was telling one of my stories! You oughta get yourself a better boyfriend. One that knows his manners.”

Your face flushed. “Oh, we’re not-”

“I don’t understand what’s wrong with you kids nowadays, not appreciating a little history.” The man shook his head before his gaze snapped to you. “But you seem like a smart, young girl! Let me tell you about the time…”

You quietly back out of the doorway, softly chuckling to yourself as you imagined Zoro’s reaction to the old man talking his head off. As you lugged the bag behind you, facing the two storefronts you were confronted with a new issue.

Zoro had gotten lost. Again.

You found the rest of your crewmates before you found him. The search had stretched on for an hour before Luffy popped around a corner grinning wildly.

“Yaaa! I found him!” he announced triumphantly. “He was standing next to another sword shop—like they were calling to him!”

You glared at the swordsman, who rubbed the back of his neck, cheeks tinged red.

Luffy began to dramatically reenact the encounter, but as you neared the ship, Luffy’s banter was interrupted by the rowdy yelling of pirates, hundreds of them.

Four ships surrounded yours, anchored at the small beach. A makeshift bridge stretched from one of them, and men were already swarming across, hauling anything they could carry.

A shriek escaped Nami’s lips, she was seething. “My treasure!”

She was the first to charge forward, Luffy quickly following behind her in defense of his precious ship.

The first cannonball ripped through the air, slamming into the sand beside your group. Luffy wasted no time stretching himself to deflect the ammo back towards their ship, propelling it towards the ship and shredding the sails.

Men at the masses came flooding from the ship, all wielding swords. Groups of men high up on the surrounding ship were armed with guns and an army of bullets came raining down on the beach.

The lack of preparation, the horde of bullets, the neverending cannonballs, all weighed heavy on the crew–but it wasn’t anything they couldn’t handle. No one had much time to think, to plan, so they went their own directions, deflecting what they could.

Sanji hurled kicks at the groups on land, skillfully contorting his body to dodge bullets as the contact sent pirates flying. Nami went head to head with a large group of swordsmen, her tactful movement was no match as she swiftly found a weak point. Robin used her devil fruit ability, not only to confuse the group, but attack with another one of her hands as they stared, dumbfounded, at the one that dangled, unattached in the air. Usopp took a further position, in a tree, as he shot precisely aimed projectiles. Chopper also used his devil fruit and took out masses of men with ease and pure strength. The field of swords were practically calling Zoro’s name as he dove in, three weapons at the ready as he sliced into the crowd, taking them out.

You had thrown your weapon—your shears—into the supply bag during your search for Zoro. Now, in the chaos, you scrambled back to retrieve it.

Your fingers wrapped around the handle just as a sharp pain lanced through your arm. A bullet had grazed you. You dropped the shears in the sand, blood already soaking your sleeve.

The bullet only grazed your skin–you were lucky. But that didn’t stop the warfare that went on around you. A cannonball struck the earth a few feet away from you, sending you to your knees as you toppled over, unbalanced.

You grasped the handle of your shears again, determined to join the fight–when another bullet came in contact with your skin. Straight through your shoulder.

Your weapon, taking two hands to use, became impossible to wield as you cried out on the ground. Hopelessness shot through your body. The pirates were approaching, laughing, taunting.

The rest of your crew had pushed forward, unaware of your shrill cries as you bled onto the beach. The screams of the enemies drowned out your agonizing groans as you were stuck with blow after blow.

With the remainder of your strength, you grasped your shears, slashing wildly. You fought. You screamed. But it wasn’t enough as the attackers kept swarming.

Steel nipped at your skin. Warm, sticky blood trickled down your flesh.

As more pirates neared the back of the beach, the men huddled over your body, maliciously slashing your skin.

The pain was endless.

And then you heard him.

Zoro grunted as he propelled his body forward for a sweeping attack, the blow hitting hard to the group of enemies. He blew through each opponent that came his way, relentless in his pursuit to find you.

He slashed through the crowd, blood splashing onto his skin, his clothes–but he didn’t care. He kept hacking away, arms tirelessly working his way deeper into the horde until he saw you.

Any remaining pirates feld from the beach upon seeing the carnage, leaving your bloodied body in perfect view for his guilt-panged heart. Deep cuts and slashes littered your body, blood covered any part of your of body the flesh wasn’t torn. A hole in your shoulder pulsed and spurted blood out onto the ground, another gash on your arm seeping blood as well.

He dropped to his knees.

“Hey! Stay with me!” His voice cracked as he gathered you in his arms, cradling your head against his chest.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, again and again. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”

He kept whispering reassurances, unsure if you were even conscious—speaking more to himself than to you.

Zoro didn’t stop. He called for Chopper but didn’t wait. He sprinted to the ship, carrying you onto thr deck like you weighed nothing.

He brought you lower into the ship, his heavy steps rang throughout the hall as he clamored down the steps. He kicked open the infirmary door, laid you on the bed, and immediately went for the supplies. His hands trembled as he soaked a cloth in alcohol and gently dabbed at the wounds.

You whimpered.

He froze, breath catching. “I know,” he whispered. “I know it hurts. Just hang on.”

He worked quickly, compressing the worst of the wounds, doing what he could until Chopper returned. And while he did, he talked to you—softly, desperately.

“I’ll be better,” he said, voice breaking. “Stronger. So I can protect you.”

You couldn't respond, but your fingers twitched, now intertwined with his.

Zoro didn’t notice. He just held your hand tighter, leaning over you, eyes flicking over your wounds.

“You mean more to me than you’ll ever know.”

There was a silence–his words hanging in the air like a sweet melody.

“Zoro…” you rasped, voice barely audible.

His head snapped up to meet your lidded gaze. “I’m here. I’m right here.”

You gave him the faintest smile.

“Told you…you’d get lost.”

He choked a laugh through his tears.

“Yeah,” he whispered, kissing the back of your hand. “But I always find my way back to you.”

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[ug1y-duckling]

jinxed!

stuff my supercool girlfriend does in my dr!

warnings: shifting shit. if you don’t believe in it get off my page. i tried to keep this one lighthearted but if anyone wants more of the heavier stuff lmk cuz i am willing to share 😼

playlist!

she one time bit me in her sleep. like took a full on chomp out of my arm. she didn’t draw blood or anything but it was definetly an experience!

so like when i come home from the lab, the first thing i do is take off my jacket and boots. she like rushes to the door and takes my jacket off for me so that i can have “more jinx time”.

speaking of jinx time, she draws on me during jinx time. like she has me remove my shirt and she’ll get paint markers (that i stole bought her) and vandalize my back. i have a number of tattoos that she’s drawn on me.

she insists on cutting my hair. she’s surprisingly not terrible at it, and it’s fun for both of us.

when she’s not quite finished testing a bomb to make sure it’s completely safe and i try to come near her, she’ll GROWL AT ME like a fucking dog. hoe is feral.

she makes me clothes. and she’s good at it for real. she made me these badass LEATHER fingerless gloves and scribbled on them in purple and orange (my favorite color and my hair color). she also cut crows into them because she calls me “crow.” i fucking love her so much i’m levitating

she made me a “jinx size” weighted plushie because she knows i can’t sleep well without something compressing my chest. she worked with it in her vicinity for a while so that it would get “jinx smell” (gunpowder and cotton candy chapstick) and she made it the same color as her hair.

she drums her fingers on my cheeks. like you know how when you get your nails done and you just tap everything? that’s what she does, but like, on my face.

she also sniffs me a lot. which is weird but like she’s jinx. like when i come home from work, she takes my hand and sniffs tf out of it and then kisses my wrist. does the same thing to my neck and my hair???? if anyone else’s gf does this lmk i need to diagnose her

[somberine]

hes so animals

[daisyhooves]

slugs your limbus

[psych-ocs]

What about Conductor seeing the stars? * still image of this post here

[squuote]

clay eople grins

[caramelmochacrow]

aoyagi cousins. is this anything? (tumblr cropped this weirdly.... also there's more stuff under the cut)

i think this will make me attached to toya.

[heroesrest64]

Haunting Heroes

other parts: 1 2 3

Chapter 4: In The Cellar

Chapter summary: Warriors tells you what you were supposed to hear the night before, then Wild takes you to the cellar.

You can read the chapter here on ao3

Chapter under the cut :)

You wake up to a sticky face, like you’d been drooling in your sleep. Gross. You rub your face and groan tiredly, only to flinch when your hand makes contact with something slightly sticky and tacky covering most of the bottom half of your face.

“Wha..?” You mumble, peeking an eye open, only to find the cold hardwood of your office and a pool of blood right in front of you.

“What the fuck…” You groan, sitting up with herculean effort and squinting at the blood soaked hardwood. Your eyes trail down to your hands, which are covered in the same tacky red substance. Where did all of the blood come from? Surely it didn’t come from you, right?

A shiver crawls up your spine, and you whip around, expecting to see somebody there, but there is nobody. “Uh… Winter?” You try, pressing a chilled hand to your head. It alleviates some of the headache pulsing behind your eyes, but not all of it.

A glancing chill brushes your shoulder, assurance that you aren’t making stuff up and that Winter really is in the room with you.

“What happened? Last thing I remember, I was… ah! I was talking to Whisper. They were asking for help? Then- and then I…” You trail off, looking at the puddle of blood on the floor.

“Oh. You all tried to stop me, but I went to find the voice anyway. I guess that’s why Whisper didn’t want me getting up in the first place. They knew this would happen.” You mumble, rubbing the dried blood off of your chin. You must’ve gotten a bloody nose from whatever you saw when you entered the room.

“I’m sorry for not listening. I don’t know what came over me. It was like I was in a trance.” You laugh humorlessly, but your head begins to spin, and you choke back your laughter. “I think I’m gonna go take a shower…”

Yeah, that’s enough being covered in blood for you. And after, you’ll ask Vanity more about last night, even if you have to use up all of your hot water to do so.

You look like death when you catch sight of yourself in the mirror. Staying up till three a.m. then getting caught in a ghost's thrall before passing out on the hardwood will do that to a person. You rush to strip out of your bloodstained shirt, filling your sink to let it soak while you take your shower. By the end of it, you feel much better, and quickly get dressed before beginning to ask your mirror your questions.

“Last night- Whisper asked me to find objects, right? What kind? And where can I find them?” You ask, slamming your hands on the linoleum counter while you stare down your fogged up window.

‘Yes.’

‘Ghostly Anchors’

‘Ask Spice, Dreamer and… Jimmy?’

‘(Btw why did you give him that awful name?)’

“I didn’t name him Jimmy! The neighbors did! They said the crow's name was Jimmy.” You shout like a crazy person at your mirror. The steam is starting to fade away, so you reach into your shower to start up the hot water once again.

‘Jimmy is the crow. The ghost just…’

‘Possesses it sometimes.’

“Oh. Oh now I feel dumb. So what is the ghosts real name?” You ask, tilting your head. There’s a second of hesitation before Vanity’s loopy writing starts up again.

‘Twilight’

Huh. A wierd name, but it kind of fits the rest of the names these guys have going for them. Actually, now that Vanity’s bringing up names-

“Do the rest of you guys have names? I- I guess it’s kind of late to ask, but the nicknames were really just a way to differentiate you guys-“

‘WARRIORS’

You stare wide-eyed at the quickly scribbled name before slowly nodding your head in understanding.

“Okay. Your name is Warriors. Anyone else?” You ask, leaning against the wall of your bathroom while the newly named Warriors begins to write.

‘Zeus- Hyrule’

‘Spice- Wild’

‘Winter- Four’

‘Puddles- Wind’

‘Dreamer- Sky’

‘Jimmy- Twilight’

‘Time- Time’

‘Whisper- …’

You squint as Warriors takes a few seconds too long to put in Whispers actual name.

“Warriors.” You warn, and a loopy ‘Legend’ quickly ends off the list. You almost want to laugh. Whoever came up with these names is somehow worse at naming people than you are. But then you pause, considering. These ghosts used to be real living people, and they had to go their whole lives with awful names like ‘Four’ and ‘Time’. How truly truly awful. You really feel for these guys.

“You guys have gone through too much. I’m so sorry, Warriors. Living your lives with such awful names, then being forced to remain here as ghosts and then being nicknamed freaking… Puddles and Jimmy. Actually Jimmy probably wasn’t the worst of them, but still…” You can’t help but shake your head, upset on your friends’ behalf.

“But I’ll start helping from now on. The first thing to do would be to talk to Wild, Sky and Twilight, right? I’ll get started right now.” Is what you say, but those three aren’t the easiest to talk to. You need a freaking translator to even get yes or no questions out of Sky, Wild is always a guessing game when it comes to what he’s thinking, and Twilight… you won’t deny you’re a little embarrassed you’ve been calling him Jimmy for the past couple days.

With all of your options laid out, you decide to approach Wild first- he’s the easiest to talk to by far, and you know him way better than the other two.

“Hey Wild! That’s right, I know your actual name now. I’ve come to help you find�� whatever it is you need help finding.” You cheer as you step into your kitchen. Wild moves the sugar bowl as usual, happy to receive your help.

“Haha cool. So to start… Maybe you could just move the salt in the direction you want me to walk?” You suggest, pointing to the aforementioned shaker. It’s a little hard to walk and still keep the salt shaker in your sights, so eventually you just place it in the palm of your hand and have Wild lean it in the right direction. He takes you through the kitchen and into the small pantry room, where he proceeds to show you something you never knew existed in your house: a trap door leading to a cellar.

”Wow… So the thing you need is down here.” You whisper as you climb down a set of rickety stairs. The cellar is barely tall enough to fit you, and you have to duck under some of the lower beams. You always wondered why the floorboards in your kitchen were so creaky- this would explain it.

There really isn’t a lot in the cellar, mostly some dusty bottles of wine that you’ll probably clean off and enjoy at a later time. Wild doesn’t seem keen to guide you any further. Does he not know what you’re looking for either?

“Whew it’s cold down here…” You breathe out, and your breath comes as a cold mist. You figure the shelves are the best place to start, and begin rummaging through them, trying to find anything that Wild might be looking for. You’re pretty sure he’s a chef, so maybe it’s some kind of special cooking utensil? Like a cast iron skillet, or… a really good blender?

“Aw man Wild I don’t know what I’m looking for…” You complain, opening another cabinet only to find, like, three dead spiders within.

“Is it spiders? Cause if it’s spiders you’re looking for I have plenty.” You call out to no avail. You’re really starting to get creeped out, and the sound of floorboards creaking overhead and a cascade of loosened dust does not help.

“I know that was probably just a ghost or one of the mice living in my walls but I’m going to start crying soon if I don’t-“ You pause in your nonsensical rambling when a cool blue glow catches your eye. Everything down here has either been a deep burgundy or some rich brown color, so it’s eye catching when the blue begins flashing again.

“Maybe…” you mumble, hopping away from the dust covered shelves and tracking the flashing blue with your eyes. It’s wedged under a nice mahogany workbench, and you have to practically press your face to the floor to get a good look at it.

It’s… kind of like a phone, in a really big and decorated case. The case itself glows blue with some faded orange accenting it.

You kind of really don’t want to put your hand down there, if all of the spiders you’ve seen in the last half hour has taught you anything. But Wild seems to really need it, whatever it is. With a steadying breath, you shove your hand under the bench and flail around until you grab something that feels like a textured stone before yanking your hand back as quickly as possible, bringing the device with you.

Sitting up, you take a moment to straighten yourself out before looking down at the device in your hands. It’s a bit too big to be a phone. A tablet, maybe? You flip it around in your hands, but it seems like it’s dead.

“All that effort for a dead tablet… Oh well. Wild! I got your- AHHH!” You scream, backing up until your back slams into the bench you were just crawling under, your entire body jerking in response to the grotesque sight in front of you.

It’s-

It’s a giant spider. Probably the biggest spider you’ve ever seen. It probably wouldn’t even fit in the palm of your hand.

“I think I’m going to be sick,” You swallow down the bile rising in your throat as you begin to skirt around the horrifying thing. Your foot catches on a loose piece of metal, and the spider starts freaking out, running every which way, causing you to scream bloody murder as you sprint for the stairs back to the main part of your house and, hopefully, sanctuary.

“I’m gonna have to burn my house down. Either that or start charging that thing rent it’s practically a person itself.” You hiss, brushing yourself off thoroughly, as if to make sure one of its babies didn’t decide to latch onto you.

Still, though, you got what Wild needed, and that’s what matters.

“Alright Wild, I got your… tablet. Hey, does this thing take USB-C? I’ll put it on the charger for you. Dunno what a ghost is gonna do with a tablet, but hey, maybe you’ll surprise me.” You laugh, going to your office and plugging it into one of your chargers there. Seems like that’s one adventure finished. You wonder what your next one will be.