Menaces of the underground, the Deep Dark crows have arrived!!! 💙💙💙
Transcript and closeups under the cut:
DEEP DARK CROWS
A guide by Philza Minecraft
Physical Adaptations:
Functionally blind
Instead have thermal vision (like snakes)!
Helps them locate prey and recently deceased creatures for food.
SUPER sensitive hearing (smell too!)
Cold-blooded with slower metabolism —> don’t have to eat as often.
Some use echolocation to identify their surroundings.
Like End crows, have feathers adapted for silent flight.
Behavioral Adaptations:
Prefer dark/cool environments
Cautious & not very trusting
Will often attack living creatures to get them to make noise, thus summoning the Warden (free meal!)
Flock in moderate to small sized groups
Other Notes:
Blind, milky eyes
Body covered in sculk
Tattered fringe feathers
Velvety down on legs and wings absorb sound frequencies!
Fig. 1) Almost died
NOTE: Can be won over with treats and patience.
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@jegulus-microfic | march 19 thumb | words: 1048
guess what? i’m on a train after a gig (i saw niall fucking horan!!!) again, although i’m not hangover this time so there may not be so many mistakes 🤠 anyways it’s a little longer again and there’s drarry in this one woohoo; enjoy
tw: hospital, accidents, lost person
Regulus was pacing around the living room, biting his thumbnail. James left to look for their son almost three hours ago. He had already called Lily and Pandora to make sure she wasn't at their place; he called Remus and Sirius to ask if he had gone to visit their daughter. He even called Barty and Evan to see if Harry had come to their studio for another piercing without asking his parents. None of them had seen him that day, but they promised that they would let him know if they saw his son.
Harry never caused any problems or ignored calls from either of his parents, so all four of them were going ballistic since he didn’t come home after his curfew.
Three hours, thirty-seven minutes, and eighteen seconds into James’ searching, Regulus’ phone rang. He practically lunged at it to see Draco’s number on the screen.
“Draco?” he asked, a little panicked. Why was his son’s boyfriend calling him?
“Um, hi uncle,” he said carefully. “So, a funny thing happened.” His cousin's son laughed nervously.
“Draco, get to the point." Regulus tried not to shout at the boy, but he couldn't; he was too scared. “Harry went missing, and I’m sorry, but I don’t really have time for your funny stories.”
“Yeah, about that.” He could almost hear Draco clutching his neck in a nervous gesture. “Harry may or may not have had an accident.” Regulus felt all the blood draining from his face. His son had an accident. What the fuck?
“What do you mean an accident?” he asked, his voice strangely calm.
Draco cleared his throat. “Well, we went to that skatepark near the forest, and he tried to do this new trick he saw somewhere, but landed badly and hit his head—nothing serious really considering all the previous injuries.” The boy laughed nervously. “Anyway, I checked if he was alright, and he said that he’s fine, so we went to get something to eat, and then he started acting weird, and when we went out, he puked and started sweating and kinda fainting, and I got scared and called an ambulance, and...”
“So basically, he has a concussion?" Regulus concluded, gritting his teeth a little. Harry might be smart, but James passed all his recklessness on to him. “In which hospital are you?” he sighed, already grabbing all the necessary stuff and texting James to come back.
Draco gave him the information, and with Regulus’ final ‘okay, see you there’ he hung up.
James arrived five minutes later, and his husband didn’t even give him time to turn off the car.
“We’re going to the hospital,” Regulus announced, entering the address into the navigation. James looked at him with big, scared eyes.
“What happened? Is he alright? Oh no, is he d-“
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence. He had a concussion; Draco’s with him. Now, let’s go.”
They drove as fast as the traffic let them, with Regulus still explaining the situation to his husband. James’ hands were gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Trying to calm him even the tiniest bit, Regulus started running his fingers through the other’s hair.
When they finally arrived, they rushed into the hospital, breathlessly babbling Harry's name to the woman at the reception desk. Getting to the room she said he was in took them less than three minutes, and the first thing they saw was Draco pacing in front of the door.
As he noticed them, he strutted in their direction, already talking fast about how it’s not Harry’s fault and pleading with them not to be mad at them.
“Draco!” James cut in. “We’re not mad; we were just worried.”
“Well, I am a little mad,” Regulus said when the boy looked at him. “Why didn’t you call earlier? We, his moms and uncles, have been looking for him for the last four hours!"
Draco looked at him with wet eyes. “I was just so worried and scared,” he mumbled as a lonely tear rolled down his cheek. At the sight, Regulus pulled the kid into his arms, whispering his apologies and explaining that they were all worried and scared, too.
James must’ve noticed the doctor, because Regulus heard him asking what exactly happened and how their son was doing.
“He’s awake and as well as he could now, but he needs to spend the night, just in case,” the doctor replied, letting all three in.
When they saw Harry smiling a lazy smile, all the bad emotions went away. They rushed to his bed, both his dads close to crying, asking how he was doing.
“I’m alright; my head hurts a little, but it’s fine. The doctor said it should go away in a few days,” Harry answered, sounding a little tired. Then he turned to Draco. “Thank you, Cariño,” his boyfriend just smiled wobbly in response.
“I should get going,” he said, sounding apologetic. “Mom is waiting outside, pissed as Hulk.” All three Potters laughed at Draco, who stepped closer to Harry, giving him a kiss on the forehead. “I’ll try to come back tomorrow. Bye, mon chéri.”
As he walked out, Regulus and James started fussing around their son again. When he told them he was feeling sleepy, they turned the lights off and started gathering the necessary things to go talk with the hospital staff. Harry turned to them.
“Can you sleep with me tonight? I don’t want to be alone,” the boy said, sounding as if he were five and had a nightmare again. James and Regulus looked at each other, having a silent conversation about how they could go talk to someone later and call in sick at work in the morning.
“Of course, niño,” James replied, taking off his shoes and lying down on Harry's right. Regulus joined them soon after, lying down on his son's other side, cuddling him, and softly singing the song Harry always liked to sleep to as a child.
As the boy fell asleep, his fathers looked at each other, kissing their son's head and then each other.
It had been the most stressful moment of their lives since Harry was born, but now, in the quiet hospital room, lying together, they felt at peace.
i forgot to write if moms and uncles learned the truth about harry’s disappearance so just assume they had
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