#the crow house au

[kayatoastkkat]

some toh au sketches!!

okay…I realised I never post anything about my au and I wanted to change that…

most of it is really just concept ideas and "what if"s that I still haven't bothered to develop into proper storylines yet. ah well. maybe some day. I can explain some below the cut

at some point after the oopsy-doopsy arson happened in Bonesborough, Lanyon finds Jekyll's will like in the original story, except this time he gives up after Jekyll's very cagey response to not worry about it and decided to worry about it. Eventually he corners Hyde in the Night Market and challenges him to a witch's duel (how could Hyde refuse?), surprisingly being able to best him and might have even won, if not for Hyde whipping out Jekyll's palisman as a last ditch resort and escapes from a very stunned Lanyon.

there's also a redraw of an older plotline some may remember where I intended Hyde to find out how to suppress and control Jekyll's magic to cause problems (since while Hyde is part of Jekyll's curse in this au, he doesn't drain magic and shares the bile sac while in control) except this time I've also thought about Jekyll pulling the ol' uno reverse on him like in the comic.

purely self-indulgent, but I thought it would be really funny that in this au Jekyll saves the Lodgers by 1v5ing all the coven scouts sent out to capture the wild witches while undercover, flees while they're knocked out and does the same with Jasper.

last point!! Jekyll's Crow palisman was very panicked on the night of the first transformation, even attacking Hyde for a fair bit until he transformed back.

Again, I don't have a concrete storyline or a particular order these are in, for now it's just a huge collection of ideas for me to ponder about in the future when I do want to make a properly fleshed-out story regarding this au.

[caramelteaa]

Qsmp but it's the owl house au art/doodle dump

Welcome to the Crow House!

Philza the Crow Man. A powerful witch that lives in the forest. Seldom appears in public except when he's in town to sell potions and interesting nick-nacks.

(does not have a permit to sell stuff)

Has made peace with his curse and can turn into crow mode on command. Still pretty powerful just not as he used to.

Is not in any coven.

Had two kids before Chay and Lullah

Techno and Ghastly(oc)

(old assigned name was Blade and Phantom)

Orphans that Phil found in the forest. They were not born hybrids. First batch of the only survivors from the Federation experiment in creating powerful hybrids when back then normal demon-witch hybrids were rare.

Self proclaimed twins, they agreed on Techno being older by 5 minutes.

Their souls were linked :)

Design wise Techno was a hybrid with some sort of boar demon, physically he was very strong for his age.

Ghastly was a hybrid I took inspiration from Phantom and Ghostbur(my oc now bitch)

They both went under a lot of growing pain. Magic wise they were powerful but had difficulty controlling them, especially Techno, Phil helped a lot.

Inspired by toh episode promo arts

Chayanne was found by Missa during his stay at Quesadilla Island, and decided to stay for longer to raise him. At some point Chayanne got very sick and Missa cannot heal him, leading him to search for the mysterious Crow Man from the forest.

Lullah was separated from her siblings during "the crash". She lived on her own in the wild for two months, until she was lead to the Crow House by a ghost in mirrors and puddles when she ask them to take her home.

Dapper I haven't got to into details, but they might be the source where the Federation got their hands on genes of shape shifting. He was kept with the other hybrid witches so she would learn their behaviors and grew along side them.

This is purely for fun and might not be super fleshed out. Feel free to ask questions, I may have answers or have to think of one(which is good!)

No this would not be a comic or fic I'm sorry these are like for me to have them rotating in me brain :)

[arsieu]

I can't believe @kayatoastkkat's DTIYS actually made me draw background?? No but seriously it was a good experience and I had lots of fun drawing it! :3

We need more people to join frfr

[buymyfinepies]

@kayatoastkkat crumbles into dust I'm not touching it anymore

I like the flat colors better tbh

[lucent-roase]

“Willow glided towards the soldiers. Hunter moved to protect her as he saw the rifles raised. She lifted her hands. ‘Stop,’ she said.

They froze.”

Just a little au where Hunter and Willow are Matthias and Nina. (I’ve only read the first book, I’m starting Crooked Kingdoms soon).

[moonshynecybin]

#once again thinking of that rosquez daemon au where they both have crows/ravens <- daemon au !!!! i need u to elaborate. i’m not going to be able to stop thinking abt this……

i love you... many moons ago (like two months) i sent tumblr user its-always-silly-season an anon about what daemons various racers would have and the absolute scholarrrrrrs in the replies (@whatwepostintheshadows) added to me saying marc had a crow daemon by saying that in their au they had already come up with vale ALSO had a crow daemon. which is hilarious. brilliant minds!!!!

like i think it would make vale's myriad neuroses about him and marc being the same so much worse/funnier. what if you were both generation-defining motorcycle racing talents. what if you were both uncompromisingly ruthless on track. what if you were both aquariuses. what if everyone in the world could see that your souls were so similar that they took the literal same exact physical manifestation. what if you got divorced about it.

[heuimagines]

hannibal is a barn owl

will graham is a raven

abigail hobbs is a house finch

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[magpie-writes]

Venus in Furs

Pairing: Helaena Targaryen x Fem!Reader x Aemond Targaryen

Rating: E

Words: 4.6k

Warnings: Targcest, semi-public sex, bondage, pain kink, explicit smut

A/N: Venus in Furs is a poly Helaemond au. We have no idea how many chapters it'll end up being, but the story will progress as the relationship does. Sometimes a chapter might be a little kinky drabble, other times it might be an epic 10k beast. This story has just become such a vulnerable little happy place for @acrossthesestars​ and myself and we hope you enjoy it! Tags will be updated as the chapters go on.

alex masterlist | emma masterlist | ao3

Part One - Seven Hells P.1 | Part Two - Seven Hells P.2 | Part Three

The sky above was clear, stars managing to peek out even from the thick veil of the city lights. It was loud, music blaring from cars and drunk revelers pouring out from the mouths of the surrounding bars and clubs. My heels clicked on the sidewalk, the noise echoing loud over all the others and my hands curled into fists within my coat pockets.

'Don't lose your nerve,' I thought. 'You aren't allowed to chicken out.'

A sharp gust of near freezing wind ruffled my coat, blowing up beneath the short skirt of the black dress I wore under it, and I bit down on my cheek to keep from yelping nervously at the shock as I neared the building I had been looking for.

Seven Hells was a privately owned club, the red brick facade blending into all the others on the block. The only clue that I had arrived at the right place was the small gilded placard by the door that simply read "7" in an ornate script. My chilled fingers wrapped around a thick brass knocker in the shape of a dragon's head, rapping it gently against the wood. The door swung open and a handsome bouncer stared me down, the moment stretching on forever. He was older, with a close cropped silver beard, a bald head, and a thousand yard stare.

"Password," he asked, his voice rich and deep. 

"Oh don't bother with all that, Harrold," a soft voice chirped from behind him. "She's with me. Isn't that right, Lady Grey?"

The door opened a crack wider, revealing a cloud of moon pale hair and the Cheshire Cat grin beneath it. 

“Honestly, you express a tea preference one time.” Rolling my eyes despite the amused smile tugging at my lips, I stepped up onto the landing, close enough for the club’s warm air to twine invitingly around my bare legs, beckoning me inside. With an apologetic shrug to the stoic giant before me, I gave the password Helaena Targaryen texted me earlier that evening. 

“Dreamfyre.” 

He granted me a nod, as if in appreciation of a fellow rule-follower, and threw the door wide. 

“Welcome to Seven Hells.” 

If I'd thought the grandeur of our Neo-Gothic university campus was extravagant, with its ivy-clad walls, peaked windows, and rolling quads beneath venerable oak trees, the sumptuousness of this club delighted in proving me wrong. Stepping down into its shadowy interior, I couldn’t help gaping at the luxury surrounding me. Sleek, black leather couches sprawled along the edges of the cavernous room, all subtly tilted towards a low stage, the obvious focal point of the room. No one graced it, not this early in the evening, but a St. Andrew’s cross stood waiting in the wings, eager for its first victim. It was the most obvious nod towards the club’s hedonistic character but the more I looked, the more secrets I uncovered. 

Steel hardpoints graced walls and furniture, looking like so much industrial hardware until I realized their presence went beyond simple aesthetics. Mirrors littered the walls, affording endless views for performers and pleasure seekers alike. Stacks of silken cord lined low-running shelves, all in easy reach. It was an opulent, unguarded promise of sensuality. 

A dare. 

A shiver of anticipation licked up my spine, despite the warmth winding sinuously around my legs, caressing my chilled skin and urging me eagerly to shed my heavy wool coat.

“Come on. I can’t wait to show you everything.” Helaena seized my hand excitedly while I was still unwinding the glittering gray scarf from around my neck. I shoved it into the pocket of my coat as Harrold quietly lifted the garment from my arms before withdrawing to his post by the door. 

My eyes weren't sure where to land. A pretty brunette winked at me from behind the bar and heat crawled up my throat at the gesture. My gaze darted from the couches to the stage to the people who had just started to trickle into the space before landing on the pale hand that grasped my own. 

Helaena was divine, a gods damned painting, a water nymph come to life. Her white-blonde hair hung in soft waves around her shoulders, her plump body sheathed in a tight powder blue dress, the hem hitting her mid thigh. When she turned back to wink at me, the light caught in the glitter she had painted over her eyelids, her pink mouth curling up at the edges. 

"I love first timers." Her voice was soft, but I still heard every word.

I raised a brow. "Do you bring people here often?"

She squeezed my hand. "No," was all she said as she dragged me to the bar. 

The energy of the club settled around us as I followed my new friend, all simmering possibility and the driving beat of music emanating from hidden speakers. When I slid onto one of the plush velvet barstools, Helaena perched alongside me, never letting go of my hand even as she raised her other to catch the bartender’s gaze. 

“Two of the Wild Gin Brambles please, Talya”

My eyes widened in surprise as she named the exact cocktail I would have ordered from the specials menu. Despite the crowd of people surrounding the bar, jockeying to place their orders, no one looked surprised when, in mere moments, the bartender slid two glasses towards the pair of us.

“How did you guess?”

Helaena only smiled her enigmatic smile and raised her own drink to clink against mine. 

Her violet eyes tracked every movement as I raised the sweating glass to my lips and took my first sip. Flavor bloomed on my tongue, tart and sweet, strong but clear, the blackberry syrup coating my mouth even as the gin traced a cool burn down my throat. 

“That is delicious,” I said, having to raise my voice slightly to be heard over the sound of the other revelers.

“Let me try.”

Rather than lifting her own glass, Helaena leaned in and kissed me. 

Startled, my lips parted on a gasp, but when I moved to cup the other woman’s cheek, she deepened the kiss. Her tongue slid against mine, a swift, gentle taste, and then she pulled back, her gaze searching. 

“What did you think?” My voice was deeper, roughened with the desire already surging in my blood. 

“Delicious,” she confirmed. Her starry eyes roved over my curves and I could swear they came to rest on the hollow of my throat. I wondered if she could see the eager jump of my pulse.

Helaena grinned when she recognized her stare was bordering on overwhelming, glancing down into the depths of her drink and taking a sip. I looked up, willing away the heat that had settled almost uncomfortably in my cheeks. My gaze settled on the mirror, a flash of silver catching my attention. From across the room, mismatched eyes pinned me like a butterfly to glass. The set of his full mouth was almost stern, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. My heart hammered against my ribs but when I blinked, he was gone. 

A wide smile broke over Helaena's face. Whatever had grabbed her attention lit her up from the inside out, a soft warm glow settling beneath her skin like a beacon. I turned and couldn't stop the soft "oh" that fell from my lips.

If Helaena was divine, then Aemond Targaryen was damned. He was her soul's twin and yet her opposite, hard and lean where she was soft and curved. He prowled toward the pair of us with all the violent grace of a predator stalking prey, the top half of his long white hair pulled away from his face, the rest hanging down his back like a curtain. He wore all black, a button down shirt tucked into fitted slacks. His face was hard, unreadable except for the flame in his left eye, the same shade of violet as his sister's. In place of his right eye, lost in some accident at the hand of his nephew, if rumor was to be believed, sat a sapphire, the facets swallowing up the low red lights of the club's interior. Helaena squealed and clapped her hands at his arrival, reaching for him. Aemond took her hand, pulling her close and bringing it to his mouth, his lips soft against her skin as he hummed in greeting. 

"I'm surprised she came," he said by way of acknowledgement, his gaze falling finally on me.

Heat bristled up my spine, righteous indignation at being referred to as if I was of no importance.

"Play nice or Lady Grey won't come at all and where's the fun in that?" Helaena replied, poking at Aemond's middle.

Something tensed in my gut at that easy, playful gesture. A reminder of how these two belonged to each other, pale and strange as binary stars and just as entangled. How could I ever hope to join their orbit? 

As if sensing that momentary flicker of doubt, Aemond raised one perfectly sculpted brow with all the cool poise of a marble god as if to ask “How indeed?” I bristled, drawing myself up to my full height, my spine set like steel. Damn him and his smug self-assurance. Helaena had approached me after all, invited me to join them in their pleasure den I’d only heard whispered about on campus, with all the dark, half-veiled insinuations that accompanied such an invitation. 

“You tell him, Hel.” I slid my arms around her waist, glaring a challenge of my own at Aemond over her shoulder. “She was just wondering if there might be any dancing on tap for the evening, or is that too frivolous for the Eyes Wide Shut crowd?”

Aemond’s mouth twitched. 

“Oh, I’m sure we could manage something.” 

In the end, all it took was an imperious nod and his sharp gaze to some nearby staff member, and then the music shifted, turning to a low, throbbing beat that pulsed through the crowd. People moved as if summoned to the dance floor, a tangled knot of writhing bodies and reaching limbs. Aemond sketched a half-mocking, half charmingly outdated bow and extended a hand to me. 

“Would she like to dance?” This time, the slyly intentional word choice felt less like a slight and more like an almost-apology, an unspoken admission of having chosen his words poorly. For the first time, I noticed how stiff his posture was. Maybe I wasn’t the only one unsure of how to navigate this evening.

I inclined my own head, amused despite myself, and said “She would.” 

It was easy enough to follow him to the dance floor, Helaena close at his heels. Aemond spun me once before drawing me close, his hand finding the small of my back. "Dance, then," he said in an amused tone, his gaze raking over my body. I narrowed my eyes as he just stood there, trying to get a feel for whatever game he was playing. It was Helaena who rescued me, her hands finding mine and pulling me further from the edge of the dance floor. 

She moved with a liquid sort of grace, the sort that left one utterly entranced. It was impossible not to move toward her, caught in her orbit as if she were the brightest star in the dark sky. Her lavender eyes were bright enough to light up the dance floor as her hands settled on my hips, turning my back to her front before pulling me flush against her. She smelled like violets and lilies and something earthier, something you would find in the forest after it rained. I wondered if later I would be covered in the body glitter she'd dusted all over herself, her skin shimmering in the glow.

"Can I touch you?" She asked, her voice low against my ear. 

There was literally nothing I wanted more in that moment.

I nodded and she ran a hand up my throat to grasp at my jaw, tilting my head back until she could catch my mouth with her own. She tasted like gin and sweet lip gloss, strawberry maybe. My hips followed whatever sinuous rhythm she set as she curled her tongue around mine. I felt her smile against my lips and couldn't stop myself from mirroring the gesture. With one hand I reached back, carding my fingers through the moonlight strands at the nape of her neck. 

One song melted into two and then three and I learned for a fact what I had already had an idea of: Helaena Targaryen was entirely captivating. She radiated a dreaminess, a sort of unexplainable out there feeling that I couldn't put my finger on but I knew I wanted to sink into. There was also an edge. She had teeth and claws and made a conscious choice to keep them sheathed. At some point I had turned back to face her and she smiled wide again, as if she had never considered not being so open, so real. Then her eyes drifted away, lighting up again when they landed on her brother. I looked too, because I couldn't help it. Aemond had taken up a perch on one of the large leather chairs, more of a loveseat, really. When our eyes met he raised his left hand and beckoned us forward with a crooked finger. Helaena drifted toward him as if pulled by gravity, her hand reaching back for mine and pulling me along after her. 

I mirrored her movements, lowering myself onto Aemond’s outstretched right thigh while she claimed his left. When I did, his gaze snapped to mine, startled. The intensity there, the banked violet fire, ripped through me like a summer storm, leaving heat and electricity crackling in its wake. Before I could shift my weight or draw back, before I could even form an apology for overreaching, he caught me around the waist to keep me still. Slowly, deliberately, curiously, he flexed his muscled thigh beneath my legs, shifting it just enough to drag against me and make me gasp. Pleasure kindled in his hawklike stare and I smiled, heat rising in my cheeks. 

We’d surprised each other. 

Helaena tipped her head back and laughed, her carefree delight so infectious even her brother’s lips quirked into something like a smile. Pure, wild joy beat like wings within my chest when her lavender gaze met mine at the same time that Aemond rested a hand on my thigh. As if some hidden key had turned, the tumblers falling into place, everything slid open, the night suddenly wide open and brimming with potential. Something was happening and we were part of it. We were all of it. 

The music fell away. All I could hear was the breath catching in Helaena’s throat when I leaned in and kissed her. The hiss Aemond sucked between his teeth when his sister’s hand slid up to cup my breast. I looked around, expecting shock or censure, but while the warmth of her palm moving over my dress made my heart race as if the world was ending, no one else seemed to even notice. Even so, I pulled back, heat flashing up my throat to settle in my cheeks. Aemond's hand tightened where it rested against my thigh and I turned to face him, my eyes downcast. He raised a hand, his forefinger catching me under the chin until I met his eye. 

"There's no need to be shy, Grey." The nickname sounded different in his mouth, sharper somehow, then when Helaena said it. "You're free to take what you want here, without judgment." 

My gaze darted between his mismatched eyes and his lips. "What do you want?" My voice was small. 

He hummed, a low noise in the back of his throat, before using his hand to tug me farther up his thigh, my hands flattening against his chest as I fell forward. His shirt was warm beneath my palms, soft and obviously expensive. And then he kissed me. It wasn't tentative or gentle. It felt as if he would devour me. Where Helaena took her time, sensuous and explorative, Aemond went straight for the kill, licking into my mouth when it opened on a whine, pulling my bottom lips between his teeth. He broke the kiss and looked up at me, his high cheekbones dusted with pink, and pursed his lips, as if he was hiding a grin. I couldn't help it and smiled back.

Helaena ran a hand up my thigh, squeezing just enough to get my attention and jerking her chin toward the stage in front of us. "The show is starting," she whispered. There was a peculiar happiness in her eyes, a sort of feeling I wasn't sure I'd ever experienced. She leaned back into Aemond's chest, his hand circling her waist to rest over her belly. The way they fell into each other was mesmerizing and I wondered if I'd ever felt that sort of easy acceptance before, the sort of muscle memory that had me sinking into someone else's softest parts. 

I turned away, suddenly feeling much too raw, and looked toward the stage as the lights lowered, a single spotlight shining bright in the middle. Lying prone on the ground was a slight brunette, her hair tied up in a bun. She wore a rose pink dress, the fabric sheer enough to see the dusky outline of her nipples, her arms laying relaxed over her head. As she slowly woke, blinking away the sleep, the light softened, mimicking the dawn, and soft music played through the hidden speakers. Fingertips drew mindless designs over the bare skin of my thigh and the feeling left me burning as they drew over my hip and up, up, up my back to massage the nape of my neck. The feeling was near sinful, my eyes closing as Aemond worked out the tension. When I risked a downward glance, I found his eyes on the stage, his face infuriatingly neutral. I raised my hand, placing it back against his chest, playing at the top button of his shirt as I glanced back toward the stage.

From the shadows of the audience on the far side, a hulking shape melted through the crowd, lumbering up the two wide steps before crouching behind a makeshift barrier, watching the young woman on stage sit up and stretch. Helaena reached forward from her perch and placed her hand on my knee, her skin warm against mine, grounding me in the moment as the man in the mask began creeping closer toward the girl on stage. A Beast on the way to claim his Beauty, I realized with a thrill.

“Is it always fairytale-based?” I whispered the question into Helaena’s ear, so close my lips brushed against her delicate skin. 

“No,” she shook her head, answering in the same respectful hush. “They do all sorts of things - exhibitions, demonstrations. But this seemed more… you.” 

Before I could ask what she meant, Aemond’s broad hand tightened around my neck.

“Pay attention,” he commanded in a low, firm voice behind my ear, turning my head back to face the stage. From Helaena’s guilty start and the way she also turned her attention back to the scene unfolding before us, I guessed he’d given her a similar reminder. Normally I would have bristled against his domineering tone, but it sent a shiver down my spine instead, making me feel as deliciously helpless as the beauty the beast prowled towards. As if he knew, Aemond trailed the tips of his fingers down my neck and between my shoulder blades. 

The task of watching the stage while he teased me like this felt Herculean, but I managed to keep my eyes on the performers, watching as the girl on stage finally registered the presence of the beast. Her brown eyes blew wide as he loomed over her and the two engaged in what could only be considered a dance. Their chemistry was a wild thing, crackling between them as they pushed and pulled, as she ran and he gave chase. The Beast reached for her, catching the pale pink ribbon that held her hair tied up, and it cascaded down her back just as he caught her, pulling her against his chest.

As his lips found her neck and his hands drew her skirt farther up her thighs, Aemond's fingers dipped below the hem of my dress. The touch itself wasn't indecent, was hardly anything more than innocent, but every nerve ending in my body lit up. He shifted his thigh beneath me, riding my dress higher, just as the beast shed the girl of her dress, her body now bare beneath the spotlight, and I fought the urge to reach back and pinch him for teasing me. But I was riveted by the performance as the actress finally gave in to the beast, succumbing to him and letting him lay her out over the stage, her back arched as he wedged himself between her thighs and devoured her.

Aemond's hand slid further beneath my dress and I couldn't stop the hitch of my breath. I knew, logically, that no one was watching us, too engaged by what was happening on stage, or what they were up to in their own seats, but my cheeks still heated at the idea, at the clandestine nature of letting this practical stranger slide his skilled fingers beneath the damp fabric of my underwear. I bit back a moan as he did just that, parting my folds, teasing at the wetness he found there. I wanted to roll my hips, to chase the pleasure his touch promised. But I stayed still, afraid to call any attention to us. 

In front of me, the Beast lay on his back, the girl, his Beauty, now straddling his hips, her face flushed from her earlier release on his tongue. She rode him, claimed him just as earnestly as he had claimed her, taking her agency and making him hers. They moaned in tandem, not the sort of practiced sounds I had heard in porn or made with partners I was more than eager to get out from under, but something more feral, more honest. As the Beast reached forward to clutch at her breasts, Aemond pinched lightly at my thigh, a hint to open my legs wider. I gave in, just an inch, and was rewarded with a lazy circle against my clit. All I wanted was to drop my weight back against him, to spread my thighs farther and see what his wicked touch could wring from me. But even as I saw other patrons doing exactly that, I knew I couldn't, knew I wouldn't.

This entire night had been totally unlike me. Taking Helaena up on the invitation had left me filled with nerves. We'd spoken often enough at school and I desperately wanted to call her my friend. She was impossible not to adore, and denying her anything felt wrong. We'd flirted and when I finally gathered the courage to ask her for her number, she'd slapped me right in the face with an invite to the most exclusive club in town. How could I say no? Especially when she mentioned the more mysterious of her brothers would be there too. 

The Beast had planted his feet on the stage, his hands gripping bruises against his Beauty, driving himself up into her. Her face bunched with pleasure as she fell forward, her hands landing on his chest to brace herself as he fucked her roughly. I felt my pulse quicken, my lungs constricting as Aemond slid a finger inside me, and then another. I couldn't stop myself, arching my back slightly to grind down against his hand. His fingers were long, slender and graceful. They felt divine inside of me and I knew it wouldn't be long until he worked me up and over that peak, the muscles of my thighs already twitching with it. 

Suddenly Beauty came with a low groan, the blood rushing up her neck to settle in her cheeks as the Beast beneath her roared his own end, their bodies going rigid. She had thrown her hands above her head in a jubilant gesture as the Beast spilled inside her, as if unafraid for anyone, everyone, to see her pleasure. Then the music died and for a moment the room was silent except for the sound of ragged breathing. I couldn't figure out where one breath started and the next began, which was mine or Helaena's or even Aemond's. The spotlight went dark and the melancholy instrumental music that had accompanied the performance melted back into the low, heavy bass from earlier. 

Aemond's hand was out from under my dress before the lights returned to normal. I hissed at the loss of him, canting forward as if seeking him out. The neediness of the gesture left me feeling more than a little pathetic, especially as he growled, "on your feet." But his voice was strained, rough even, and that gave me more than enough satisfaction. I blinked up at him, my mind hazy and buzzing after being yanked so abruptly from what had promised to be a wild sort of release. Helaena stood first and offered me a hand, pulling me up on shaking baby deer legs. She just smiled like she knew and reached up to tug at the ends of my hair. 

The crowd blurred around us as we moved past the stage, past the bar, and deeper into the club. I looked down, startled, when the click of my heels against the polished wood floors turned muffled, my footsteps suddenly cushioned by plush carpeting. We were in a hallway, the walls paneled in rich, dark wood, an expanse of wealth relieved only by a series of doors, each one different from the last. One a rich, blood red with golden accents, another gunmetal stark but littered with peepholes, the third a shockingly clear plate glass. I caught a glimpse of twining limbs and chains within and finally realized where we were headed. 

“Why a private room? I thought the whole point of this place was taking what we wanted and no one caring?” 

“I don’t like anyone seeing what’s mine.” Aemond turned to me, one arm around his sister’s waist. My heart thundered as his gaze pinned me to the emerald green door we’d stopped in front of. Helaena leant back against him, a look of feline contentment on her features as she gazed at me through hooded eyes. 

“What did you want when you came here, Lady Grey?” It wasn’t so much a question as a gentle prompting, an invitation to voice the desire that had drawn me to them like a moth to a bonfire ever since that first time I’d seen them on campus. They’d looked so out of place they might as well have been another species. Two fae royals slumming it with mortals for their own amusement, sampling whatever pleasures they wished to indulge in, and tempting the rest of us with wicked delights if only we’d be bold enough to seek them. 

I ached to be bold.

“You,” I breathed. “Both of you.” 

“Yes, that was it.” Helaena tipped her head up to meet Aemond’s gaze and said “See?”

“Hm.” 

Before I could worry that I was failing some unspoken test he leaned in with that sleek, predatory grace and twisted the door knob by my hip. 

“After you,” he purred. 

Part Two

[cthaehart]

More of the golden curse AU

[ladybirdmacbeth]

Modern AU: Inej telling Nina abt her boyfriend before introducing them, saying “Kaz loves magic tricks, he’s really good at them” and Nina thinking to herself like “omg sweet dear Inej must have bagged herself the dorkiest nerdiest loser” and then meets Kaz.

[kayatoastkkat]

it's time to announce…I have DTIYS NOW!!!

celebrating reaching the 100 followers milestone on Tumblr, I thank each and every one of you and wish you all a thousand good thoughts and my thanks it's also long overdue but shh shh it's here nnow

also happy late valentine's day ig

drawing without text and references are all below the cut!

here's the art without the text in case you wanted a clearer look:

For refs of Lanyon and Jekyll, go to this post, though I would say it's only going to work for Jekyll and maybe Lanyon's lower half because the coat I gave him covered everything

For the reference of the Boiling Isles background, this is the one I used, it's from the show itself in ep1 but without the characters

I don't encourage using it as your final piece though, I like to think the amazing artists who do participate are above that.

And with that, I take my final bow to you who made it to the end here. It's all thanks to this site that I started having a real and burning passion for art, the motivation to keep drawing and improving and being inspired by all of you. I thank you, and hope you will have fun drawing this <3

[caramelteaa]

First meeting

A short one shot frubbo fic set in the owl house/the crow house au

Word count: 721

The usage of portal is highly restricted. Witches and demons don't tend to care about the human realm. And that's okay!

WA02 don't mind studying alone.

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WA02 has never seen the human realm before.

Well, none of his colleagues either.

Considering the portal usage is prohibited, and no one but Mr. [Redacted] has the right to use a portal (maybe his boss has accompanied him before?).

But that's okay. They have access to the Federation's library for study purposes, with their rank and all. In the back rows where the shelf's are gathering dust, there's a couple of books and documents either written by past researchers, or materials from the actual human realm, they call it Earth.

So what if he has read all of them dozens of times? It's fascinating how different the human realm seems to be from Quesadilla Island and the entirety of Boiling Isles! Even if the soil seems to be roughly the same, apparently the sky is an array of blue hues, the foliage are green like emeralds instead of red like blood, and the rain isn't boiling nor does the sea cook you alive!

If there ever comes a chance, They would love to see it with their own eyes. A realm that seems more peaceful, painted in cooler tones and flora they can only dream of. But until then, his break is over, duty awaits. WA02 checks out his books at the front desk and puts on their mask, and starts their daily patrol.

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Now, running into someone you know might not always be pleasant, but being run INTO by someone you don't know is PAINFUL. WA02 sits up trying their hardest to remain their composure, would be easier said than done with them covered in dirt and surrounded with scrolls that's not his. They soon find the culprit, currently face deep in......THEIR BOOKS! They snatched back his (borrowed, mind you) belongings, and are face to face with the most brilliant mix of blue, green, and brown.

"WHERE DID YOU GET THESE?!"

"Pardon???"

"NONE OF THE LIBRARIES I'VE EVER BEEN TO HAS THIS MUCH INFO ON THE HUMAN REALM!!!"

"Uhh......"

They start to walk away with their books now safe and sound in his bag. Too bad this stanger seems to not catch on the fact they are working because the boy with a mop of brown hair who almost ran over them is now bombarding them with questions like "How much do you know about the human realm?" and " Why do you have books that's not listed anywhere?" and "Why are you wearing a creepy mask with no face?"

The sudden stop caused the brunette to bump into them(again) and shut him up for a brief moment. WA02 turns around, looking at the boy with pretty eyes expectantly.

"...What? Oh." The brunette said, seems to finally catch on to their outfit.

"You're a guard from the Federation's Coven."

"Yes."

"Is that why you have those books and scrolls?"

"......Classified"

"That's not a no, bossman."

"......" WA02 turns back around.

"WAIT WAIT WAIT! Do you like the human realm? Not that you have ever been here since no one can, but do you though? I love it since they seems to have amazing technology and and the-"

They sighed, rather loudly for them.

"What can I do to make you leave me to my work?"

"Can I borrow your books?" He wastes no time, huh.

"No."

"Can I steal your books?"

"No."

"Can I read them under your supervision?"

"......Fine." WA02 really doesn't want to wrangle some guy who just announced wanting to steal his borrowed books.

"REALLY?" The brunette said, with sparks in his eyes.

"I'm busy for the rest of the weekdays so it has to be Sunday night, past 6 pm."

"IT'S A DEAL! We'll meet back here, and if you don't show up I'll track you down."

The brunette yelled as he ran back to the papers that he never picked up ever since he ran into him and brought both of them to the ground, waving goodbye.

"BETTER BE READY, FREDDY!"

Their name is NOT Freddy. Fred might be an okay name, not that they need a one.

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That night, WA02 returns to their room, exhausted as usual, planting their face into his crisp bed sheets. They think back on the encounter they had with the boy who asks too many questions, with curious glints in his pretty eyes.

WA02 falls asleep dreaming of earthly delights.

[unfried-mouth-wheat]

Hunter and Cain had very… different experiences when meeting their palismin

[kradogsrats]

Neither Crows Nor Eagles AU Claudiaaaaaa (where Viren dies when she's a child so she's trained in dark magic by Kpp'Ar)

kind of fun combining some of the key shapes of her canon outfit with Kpp'Ar's... whatever it is he's got going on

[contrasting-realities]

Fear and Hunger x Shadows House

I'm just spitballing ideas here, please hang in with me.

Cahara enters the dungeons of fear and hunger first, he finds the girl and helps her out of the cage

He later finds Le'guard alive and takes him out of the dungeon, when Le'guard refuses, Cahara knocks him out since he won't be paid if the man doesn't come with him (or if he has significant evidence of his death, but he doesn't want to do that)

He also realized that the amnesia Le'guard claimed to have is fake because of his refusal to leave the dungeon

Cahara drags Le'guard back to Rondon's capital for his reward and gets enough money to get his lover/wife, Celeste, out of slavery.

Cahara questions Le'guard after he wakes up and somehow, Le'guard messes up and reveals that the girl, who has been with Cahara the entire time, was his child.

This pisses off Cahara since Le'guard leaving his daughter inside those dungeons makes him the worst definition of a deadbeat dad.

Cahara WANTS to let Le'guard back into the dungeons of fear and hunger, but word gets out that Le'guard escaped and that the mercenary was the one who freed him, high bounties are placed on both of their heads.

Cahara flees to protect his family and Le'guard follows him to avoid being thrown into a different prison (Rondon has since lost control of the dungeons of fear and hunger because of all the batshit insanity that has occurred there).

They flee to a small island off the coast which is governed by a different country and a noble house with no ties to Rondon, Soot Island ruled by the shadows house.

From here they immigrate and things seem to go back to normal, the girl is sent to school for the first time, Cahara goes back to being a mercenary, Le'guard plans out how to get back to the dungeon without being caught, and Celeste takes care of the girl while trying to encourage Le'guard to be an actual parent.

A bit later however, the girl (who Cahara named Helena in this au) is chosen during a selection and leaves to work in the shadows house.

Cahara is quite a bit upset at that but thinks she will be in good hands.

She becomes a 'living doll' of course and the name 'Helena' was given to her shadow master, who later on names the girl Hel (like the nordic god)

Helena and Hel were actually the original 'fifth pair' before Emilico frauded her way into the selection, which while confusing some of the adult shadows, didn't really change, Emilico and Kate's debut just had an extra member.

Yes, they passed the debut.

On Cahara's end, things start to get worse, the man begins to suffer from hallucinations of the dungeons he had escaped from, eventually he goes completely mad despite Celeste's attempts to save him

Things don't really pick up again until Edward (overseer of the shadows house's children wing for all the fear and hunger fans) preforms his obligation.

Low and behold, Cahara finally fully loses his shit and turns into a crow mauler (based on a fan theory around ending E of fear and hunger), Edward is the unlucky fucker who has to deal with this horse crap.

Le'guard also helps, saving Celeste and getting the creature out of public view so they can fight it.

Edward, his friends (Aileen and Gerald), and Le'guard fight this crow mauler but don't manage to kill it

Edward loses his eyes, Aileen, Le'guard, and Gerald break their bones and the crow mauler goes half-blind (it was Aileen's soot power which can mimic the flock of crows spell)

they flee and while everyone is brought to the 19th century's equivalent of a hospital, where Le'guard is recognized as a fugitive and is arrested.

When the patriarch of the shadows house, great grandfather, hears of the incident, he has Le'guard transferred into the adult's wing and locked up so he couldn't escape.

Great grandfather plans on using Le'guard as a political bargaining chip for Rondon.

Helena and Hel have just been doing their own thing up until now, while Hel is a scared and shy girl with a kind heart (the girl from fear and hunger), Helena is a bit different, as she seems to take after Le'guard in some ways, being called an aspiring Joan of arc (both are also mute).

Rum and Shirley were actually involved in moving Le'guard into the shadows house, Rum had more of a look out role, (Rum and Shirley are the pair that failed Kate's debut, Rum became a veiled doll who are the faceless servants of the shadows house and Shirley turned back into a morph and both are basically spies for Kate and her rebellion, sorry for the interruption, this is for the Funger fans).

Both wonder why a human is being held in the shadows house and Shirley goes to investigate, they manage to get the whole story so far out of Le'guard and Rum shares the info about a human being held inside the shadows house with Kate.

A few more letters back and forth and a deal is made, Kate will help Le'guard out of his cell and he will assist in her goal of destroying the shadows house, once that is done he will leave.

Rum and Shirley help smuggle him out and Le'guard 'disposes of' a veiled doll with a similar body type to him so he can take their place and hide (he did this because the shadows house deliberately disoriented and hid the entrance/exit from him, Rum only helped once he was already inside the shadows house), he also left behind a bunch of fake evidence to throw the shadows house off his tracks.

Helena is also part of the 'gathering of roses' (read: secret meetings that Kate does with her debut class), Le'guard acts as another spy and Helena eventually meets him somehow, leading to a lot of awkward conversations.

Back on the mainland, both D'arce and Ragnvaldr get the news of Le'guard's escape and bounty separately, they also hear of rumors that he moved to Soot Island so both travel there. (For different reasons, D'arce is a knight who worked under Le'guard and also his lover while Ragnvaldr's family was killed by his mercenary group and now he wants revenge)

Both arrive around the same time and are contracted to kill the wounded crow mauler that has since wandered off into the morph forest (the place morphs come from, who are the shadow's original form).

This is when D'arce and Ragnvaldr learn of the other's motivations and become enemies who reluctantly work together to kill Cahara's crow mauler, an adult shadow (shadow who has absorbed their living doll's face, what Edward and all shadows in the adult's wing are) name Thomas joins them, he was punished for breaking a rule of the shadows house by having his arm cut off and now Great grandfather wants him dead covertly since a bunch of adults still follow him.

They do kill the crow mauler this time, D'arce and Ragnvaldr turn on each other while Thomas decides to try and leave while he can, but tells the others of where Le'guard is now.

Both D'arce and Ragnvaldr are now trying to sneak into the shadows house to find and rescue/kill him before the other does.

Things that I am unsure of

What is Enki doing?

Does Helena try to butter up Le'guard?

Celeste and her unborn child.

The end of the arc with Le'guard and Kate

Helena might get her hands on a soul stone and if Edward dies she uses it on his corpse and gets his soot powers, which she uses to speak (in Edward's voice too)

Vinuskha's corpse being located in the chasm under the shadows house

Misc. Facts I do know

Edward now relies on echolocation after going blind

Helena's clothes have the symbol of the knights of the midnight sun on them

Candy was sent to the dungeons of fear and hunger as a teenager for criticizing a high ranking noble

[conniferab]

Au in which they’re in high school or college or just like to go walking around rich neighborhoods