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arisenreborn · 1 month
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THE WAY MY JAW DROPPED i'm gonna have to throw everyone else who blushes at her in the brine sorry everyone
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dovalore · 5 months
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crow mauler
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musubiki · 8 months
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the crow witchs guild!! (blu, augurie, murda, corven)
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annapolisrose · 4 months
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Pausing for a drink.
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bonojour · 1 year
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RUSSELL CROWE in the nice guys (2016)
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forgottenwaters · 1 month
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[the spirit takes a moment to survey the area. light-furred corpses litter the area, along with several scorched patches of dirt.]
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hm, probably not, unless you know fox magic. that one behind you, though...
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just a kid, huh. and yet you already have six tails? i guess that explains how you survived. you must also be responsible for that surge of power i sensed before, aren't you.
[it's less of a question and more of an affirmation. still, shirazaki doesn't answer, though his legs are trembling.]
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angry, are you? well, that's just how it is down here - you're strong enough to survive, or you aren't and you die. now how about you come with me? i could use someone with your power.
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i... i...!
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i won't force you to. but a kid like you won't survive alone out here for long.
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i'll... i'll go with you. just... can you make me stronger?
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sure, kid. if that's what you want.
(ft. @inaris-pokemon-world)
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oldnetreasures · 1 year
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☺︎✌︎ 𝘖𝘭𝘥 𝘕𝘦𝘵 𝘛𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 ✌︎☺︎
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abd-appleboxdog · 5 months
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So I feed crows and lately I’ve taken Bart Torgals words to heart and I’ve been taking notice of all the fun little things these guys do!
They will stack crackers on top of each other, literally. They pick one up, find another, and then tilt their head to stack them, then pick them both up
They’re MEAN!! They always try to steal food from each other and fight each other
When given peanuts, I think they’re aware not to try and crack them in the dirt with all the pine and dry leaves, so they move to bricks or the dirt and hold the peanuts with their feet
They have different voices! One sounds wheezy sometimes, another makes a funny little chirp
They’re picky. Oh so picky, they won’t eat fruit I give them.
Very protective?? We had a hawk around here for a while and they were making a ton of noise and chased it away
Not an at home observation but OCCASIONALLY crows and seagulls get along, I see some sitting next to each other sometimes
They like pinecones?? They toss them around and like just throw them
They know how to bring their friends over… I started with one crow, now it’s 12.. which is more proof they’re very smart!!
Very very talkative. They scream if there’s no food, and sometimes they call for danger I think??
No clue if this was a crow but I found a giant peanut stash before
Sometimes they will dip their food into water for some reason??
They pant like dogs, it was very hot one day and one came over later than usual panting, so I gave it some water and it drank a bunch then left
They know what time it is to feed them. OCCASIONALLY they’ll come a little later after I’ve fed them
And here’s a list of the foods I’ve tried to get them to eat!
Likes- peanuts, dog food, goldfish, crackers
Unsure- cheerios, tortilla chips, walnuts, granola
Dislikes- ANY FRUIT. THEY WONT EAT ANY FRUIT!! I think they’ve eaten grapes but.
I’ve fed them for around a couple months and haven’t gotten gifts yet (but note that I also haven’t given them any either…) soon I will though. Hopefully. I’m gonna get them Christmas gifts
Sweet sky dogs
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somerabbitholes · 1 year
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hello— delighted to tell you that i have been adopted by a crow. he comes to my window at 6:30 every morning and will eat anything i give him. preferred food: chicken and the parts of a fish that i don’t eat
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ptgigi · 6 months
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Happy Halloween!
Inspired by my Renaissance/Halloween costume
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arisenreborn · 15 days
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Thinking about the idea that the 'first playthrough' of Dragon's Dogma 2 isn't actually the first playthrough solely because the Rivage Elder starts talking like he knows you, always picking up where he left off.
Which of course can just be chalked up to 'that's how he is' absolutely, but I think it's possibly way more fun to think actually, we might've been through this before and just don't remember.
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urlocalaabattery · 5 months
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I WON YALL I GOT MY FRIEND TO READ SIX OF CROWS
ANDDD THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES
I WON
now just to get them to listen to the mechanisms
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annapolisrose · 1 year
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Side street foraging.
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bonojour · 1 year
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RUSSELL CROWE in the water diviner (2014)
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forgottenwaters · 1 month
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aw, don't be like that. what makes you think i've got something?
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i can smell the little whelp from here. you can't just bring in every stray you find, you know.
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yeah yeah, you know me too well. but we do need at least some spirits to survive to torture condemned souls, which brings me to my next point.
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have them cleaned and clothed, and don't let the hellhounds near them until they've gotten used to their scent. this little one's been through enough today.
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*sigh* as you wish, lord jigoku.
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ah. that reminds me. i never asked for your name, kid.
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...shirazaki.
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shirazaki. a bit long, but i'll think of a nickname for you. anyways...
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you're safe here. i'm sorry about your family, but there's nothing we can do about them now. if you'd like, we can hold a funeral for them. there's... no second chances for spirits like us when we die, but it's still important we put the dead to rest, out of respect.
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mm-hmm... i'd appreciate that.
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all right, let's get you cleaned up first then. i'll see you again soon.
[hints have been updated.]
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Flotsam
“Damn fools,” Crow muttered, casting his eye about the floating wreckage. They’d sailed close enough to see it without the use of a spyglass - what little there was to be seen, at any rate. He reckoned most of the ship went down right away, leaving behind only a scattered mess of splintered wood and tattered sails.
And bloated bodies.
“There’s another,” Sarah hummed from her spot beside him, nodding towards a point just ahead. Crow turned to look, and found himself biting back an oath directed at all the powers that be. That weren’t no grown sailor’s corpse lying sprawled across a bit of flotsam - that was a child. Enough cruelties existed in the world already; did the Fates truly need to add another to the pile?
“We’ll find the beast what did this, Cap’n,” his first mate said, shifting just enough that her narrow shoulder pressed against his broader one. “And we’ll have justice for all those lives it’s taken.”
“Aye. We will, at that.” No use lingering by the wreckage; their prey like as not moved on to find the next ship sailing too close to its territory. Still- Crow took one last look down, before he’d need to call out fresh orders and start the hunt anew.
A little head of salt-stiff hair lifted.
“Oh, bloody hell,” he heard Sarah start to say, but Crow found himself already dashing towards the nearest rowboat, calling for hands to launch the craft. One enterprising soul grabbed a free line to toss, aimed perfectly for the small square of flotsam and the living child draped across it. Some spark yet remained, for the little one tried to grab hold, both shaking hands grasping weakly at the rope.
By that point Crow and two of his crew released the boat, pulleys letting it to down to meet the waves. “Quickly now,” he ordered, though it proved unneeded - the Inevitable had gone still and silent when they found the wreckage and began counting half-eaten corpses, but a survivor stirred everyone up as much as when they did battle with a sea beast.
Swift arms upon the oars brought them around to the battered square of planks, where the child watched them with glazed eyes. Lad managed to get the end of the rope twisted around one hand before it pulled taut, wind still pushing the ship along past his position. Crow seized the back of a torn and waterlogged shirt, easily hefting the boy up into their rowboat, before he passed the line off to be secured elsewhere.
He didn’t hesitate to strip out of his black overcoat, and wrap it securely around the shivering boy. “Easy now, lad, we’ve got ya. Gonna be alright now.”
Kid didn’t say a word. But he did shudder, head to toe, and pressed himself against Crow’s chest.
“He alright, Captain?” One of the hands asked. Young lass, still with a fresh hunter’s tattoo on one arm and even fresher scar from her first monster fight on the other.
“Aye, Miss Merino,” Crow murmured, cupping the lad’s head with one hand. “I reckon he’ll be just fine, once we get him aboard and warmed up.”
When the crew hauled them back against the Inevitable, it didn’t feel odd at all to scoop the boy into his arms and climb aboard, nor to head straight for the surgeon’s station without hardly pausing to let anyone else get a look at the lad. Quite a few murmurs followed him down the steps; no cheers, yet, not until they knew whether or not they’d only retrieved a corpse what hadn’t quite stopped breathing.
But Crow knew better. There’d been some bit of fire left in the lad, for him to try grabbing hold of the rope, the chance at survival it represented. Even bundled up and shivering, he’d managed to wiggle one little hand free to grasp at the neck of Crow’s shirt, with a tight grip that spoke all too well of just how long he’d been alone in the water.
“Set him down here,” the surgeon snapped, her assistant scurrying to fetch clean blankets and stoke up the fire in their small brazier. “Anything bleeding?”
“Not that I could see. You hurt at all, lad?” Crow started to set the boy down upon the indicated cot, but- a truly terrified keen erupted from the kid’s throat, and he clung to the captain harder than a barnacle to the ship’s hull. All of them froze - Crow, surgeon and assistant, even Sarah as she stumped in past the private section’s curtains. “...right,” Crow muttered after a moment.
He turned and sat on the cot himself, kid situated in his lap.
Unwrapping the overcoat went a little easier, at least, and a cursory inspection turned up a few patches of scraped-raw skin and fading bruises, but nothing in danger of becoming infected, which could be a death sentence even for the hardiest sailor. Water with a pinch of salt, the surgeon prescribed, to help the lad’s body balance itself back out, followed by simple broth before they tried any solid food. His shirt and trousers were torn beyond saving and quickly cut free, so as to dry him off and bundle him back up before a chill could set in. By that point the brazier in the corner was doing a brilliant job of heating the curtained off space, but the boy kept shivering every so often.
He also kept holding on to Crow.
“Apologies, Captain,” the surgeon huffed, as she handed off the scraps of clothing to her apprentice. “But I’d rather not stress him further by trying to get the wee tyke t’ let go. If you don’t mind staying, at least ‘til he falls asleep-”
“It’s no trouble,” Crow assured her. And- it wasn’t, truly, no matter the disbelieving stare Sarah leveled at him from her spot in the corner. Somewhere in-between the rowboat and the surgeon’s cot, he’d adjusted his arms to find the best position to hold the lad, and it felt natural as hefting a lance or striding along the Inevitable’s yardarms.
...he’d consider the more concerning aspects of that realization later.
In the meantime, Crow sent his first mate back out to inform the crew of their rescue being a success, and settled in with a child rapidly dropping off to sleep, safely tucked against him.
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