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likemick · 6 months

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Y/N: *walks into the room*

WandaNat: *turns to look at her*

Y/N: “I saw a murder today.”

Wanda: “You what?!”

Y/N: “I saw a murder today.”

Natasha: “And you didn’t go to the police?”

Y/N: “Why would I?” *confused face*

Natasha: “Did someone threaten you?”

Wanda: “Were you threatened?”

Y/N: “What? No. Why would someone threaten me over a group of crows?”

WandaNat: *over it expressions*

Natasha: “That’s your wife.” *looking at Wanda*

Wanda: “She’s our wife” *shaking her head*

#wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #wanda x reader #natasha x reader #the avengers #wandanat #wandanat x reader #conversation #a murder of crows #crows #marvel #mcu #marvel mcu

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stray-kaz · 1 year

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A Murder of Crows : a Kaz Brekker x f!reader FF mini : Part One

Summary: Modern au in which Kaz Brekker and his Crows are in the rescue business. They run an underground anti-trafficking mob. The only thing Kaz hates more than liars are powerful people who take advantage of others and the Diamondbacks are the worst of the lot.

A/N: I sincerely hope I have the impetus to keep this going. Thank you to everybody who showed interest.

Warnings: Evidence of abuse, fear of men. (Kaz thinks you are only falling for him because he saved you. Kaz is a very smart idiot).

He was covered in blood the first time you saw him, a grim reaper, dark clothed and limping. But he was far from lame.

"Demjin" you gasped.

He grinned then, a white slash in a bloody mask.

"If you like."

He extended a gloved hand towards you and you took it gingerly, rising from the dirty floor in a cloud of chiffon and expensive perfume. He glanced at your clothes with distaste, a wrathful sneer curling at his mouth. You glanced down, ashamed, and tried to cover the tattooed snake that writhed down your forearm, white diamonds patterning its back. But he shook his head, gripped your chin between gloved finger and thumb and lifted your gaze to his bitter one.

“This is not your fault” he said stonily. “Life bit you. Now you get to bite back.”

He let you go and limped through the exit, expecting you to follow and not looking back to check.

Light blinded you the second you stepped outside of the dark compound you’d been existing in for months. You kept your eyes fixed hard on the back and shoulders of the man who had let you out. Curious how, after everything you had suffered at the hands of men, you were capable of trusting this one. He was walking arrogance, pure as coal, but you believed he might just hate the men who took you and used you as much as you did.

“Your name?” you asked, reaching for his sleeve.

Your fingers had barely brushed it when he turned to look down at you with eyes like ice, the same moment someone else called to him and his head snapped away, his name ringing in your ears.

“Kaz!”

You looked up to see a tall, lanky man bounding towards you, a gleaming gun strapped to each hip, barely hidden beneath the folds of his coat. Instinct bolted and you ducked behind Kaz, hiding in his shadow. He glanced behind him, irritation melting into something else, something strange and cloying, when he glimpsed your wide eyes and the ring of dark finger bruises painted around your throat. He hadn’t been able to see them in the dark building.

He held up a hand to stop the young man in his tracks; warm brown eyes tried to find you around the wall that was Kaz Brekker, but Kaz shifted his stance on his bad leg every time he moved, so eventually he gave up and stood back, hands spread wide.

“Jesper” Kaz said quietly. “Bring me Nina and Inej.”

“But, can’t I even say -”

“No” Kaz interrupted. “You can’t. Bring me Nina and Inej.”

Jesper sighed and loped off, broad shoulders bunching under the fabric of his coat.

“Thank you” you mumbled.

He didn’t say you’re welcome, nothing like that.

“Jesper is good” Kaz told you instead. “One day you’ll see it. He is everything I’m not.”

That was your first warning.

You were driven to a place they fondly called the Slat, but you were not expecting a well kept, well lit apartment building, three levels high and packed to the roof with small luxurious one and two bedroom apartments. The two young women Kaz had sent Jesper to find for you, Nina and Inej, hustled you inside and into the waiting elevator, leaving Kaz and Jesper to find their own way up.

Inej was Suli, dark eyed and beautiful, still carrying the ghosts of a similar past to your own; you could see it in her eyes and in her sad smile when she looked at you. Nina had the wide hipped, strong look of the working class Kaelish, but turned out to be Ravkan, a top of her class heartrender and gorgeous to boot.

She held your hand in hers as she led you back out of the elevator on the second storey, producing a delicate key from inside her sleeve and unlocking the door to usher you inside, handing you the key as soon as you had stepped across the threshold.

“This is yours” Inej said, gesturing at the room. “One bedroom, one bathroom, and a small kitchen. You now hold the only key.”

You stared at her and Nina, surprised. You turned the key over and over between your fingers.

“The only key?” you asked softly. “Truthfully?”

Inej nodded.

“Truthfully.”

“What about Kaz? He owns this, doesn’t he?”

Inej glanced at Nina and you followed the look, waiting.

“Kaz will leave you alone, but if there’s an emergency, he doesn’t need keys” Nina said diplomatically. “Now, sugar, there are fresh clothes in the wardrobe. I’m sure something will fit, but if not, let Kaz know and he’ll fix it. He might look and sound like a demjin, but you can trust him. He’s wicked for all the right reasons.”

She squeezed your hand and Inej gave you another fleeting smile before they turned and left through the still open door. You closed it slowly behind them, locked it, then turned to face your room. Yours.

You sank down onto the fluffy carpet and closed your eyes, thanking the Saints for the demjin who had saved your life, right as the first tear fell.

Tagging: @b3kk3r-by-br3kk3r

#kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker x female reader #liss writes #shadow and bone fic #soc fic #six of crows #a murder of crows

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heavnofhell · 24 days

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Mark Pellegrino Appreciation IV-I-MMXXIV

#mark pellegrino #mark monday #works of man #queue got me all wrong kiddo #a murder of crows #Arthur Corvus

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marvinthecrow · 1 year

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✨️ Murder Gang ✨️

Instagram • Patreon • Ko-fi • Redbubble

[available in my Redbubble shop]

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modernitywitch · 6 months

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So I’m in the used bookshop, casually looking through spiritual section. Skimming through all the titles, lots of Christian books, books on Buddhism, few books on crystals, and then one single title on Greek gods: AND it just so happens to be on Hekate.

Not just is it on Hekate but it’s the one I’ve been eyeing for MONTHS online and never bought…

It was 24 dollars that I did not have, so I continued walking the store *ding* I get a notification that I got some money from a friend.

Enough money to buy lunch, so I head out get some lunch…along with lunch a fortune cookie that read: “you know what you want, now go out and get it”

Now I am a proud owner of the book I’ve been waiting to get for so long.

Entering Hekate's Garden: The Magick, Medicine & Mystery of Plant Spirit Witchcraft by Cyndi Brannen

Thank you Hekate 🖤

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hokeoutsider · 1 year

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#a murder of crows #t-marie nolan art #ebay outsider-art auction #outsider art #artbrut #folk art #rawvision #rawvision art #raw art #new art #modern art #contemporary art #underground art #original art #vernacular art #art

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goodbyeapathy8 · 2 months

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Things I've learned from the crows

For 3 or so years now, I've fed the crows at my apartment. Before I got fired from my job, I also fed the ones at work.

They don't get super close to me, which is fine. I've actually got no desire to have them act like my pets for social media views or whatever. I enjoy watching their antics and just being in their company, from my balcony.

At first I thought I was being a bit paranoid when I'd leave the house & run an errand, feeling like there were crows everywhere, observing me.

But I've since learned that not only are crow territories large, they also have a communication system amongst themselves of people who are safe/not safe.

I've had crows land on trees in front of my car (when I had one), just seeing what I was doing.

And speaking of cars, crows know how to recognize + relate which car was mine, which I was never able to figure out. I used to work for a car company so there were quite a few similar cars, even in the same color, and somehow the work crows knew exactly which was mine. Both as I drove into work (they'd fly towards where I parked, even before I got out) and during the day, when they'd sometimes hang out near my car.

The ones at home had equally fascinating rules about my car as well. When I parked it inside the garage, because it wasn't visible, they'd assume I wasn't home and wouldn't caw for snacks.

And speaking of snacks - they're terribly picky. I try to give them healthier foods because I would hate to cause them harm but every so often they get spoiled.

For the ones at home, they're never impressed with peanuts, despite multiple internet articles proclaiming that crows love peanuts. I've tried shelled ones, soaked ones, etc and they're simply very meh.

They actually like the dog kibble a lot more and since I live in SoCal, I'll soak them during drought so they also get hydration.

It's not all about meat, either, surprisingly. I had a packet of deli ham that I wasn't really into and tried to give some to the crows. They didn't like it either!

And yet somehow we all love fried chicken. That was a special treat day and I almost regretted it because of the fuss they made. There was so much screaming, one fight (resolved), and much disappointment when there was no more fried chicken.

Each crow has its own personality and there are definitely ones that are not the sharpest crayon in the box.

Crows are a lot more social than I anticipated as well. One in particularly, loves to "chat". It took me a while to realize it was socializing with me but after a few times where I threw snacks and it ignored the food in favor of chatting, I realized what it wanted.

It'll sit on the roof across from my balcony, making various sounds from cawing to a kind of chortling to rattling noises. Obviously, I have no idea what it's "saying". But also, if I go back in the house before it's done chatting, expect to hear outraged screaming until I go back out to sit on the balcony to finish listening. Which sometimes goes on for a good 10, 20 minutes even.

Today, I learned that crows have names for each other and after some thought, realized they've either named me or have assigned a call to alert me. There's a different noise they make to let me know they're waiting for snacks and it's always the same one so I assume that's my name/call sign.

I also speak to them in Korean and gesture, and they've learned the "go ahead and eat" wave + Korean because as soon as they hear me, they'll do a fun little nose dive from the rooftop to the place in front of my garage downstairs, where I put their food.

Anyway just posting about my crow friendship because I don't think I've shared in this space. It's arguably one of the coolest things I've done in life so far, to make friends with these creatures.

#Crows #a murder of crows #crow rambles #Crow friends

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holycatsandrabbits · 1 year

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So excited to get my author copies of Clamour and Mischief!

This is an awesome anthology edited by Narrelle M Harris (@221b-hound), with cover art by Andrea L Farley (@altocello)

Orders are open: Order in America or Australia

The anthology

Clamour and Mischief brings a veritable storytelling of crows to the corvidae, the bird family known for intelligence and cunning and for their connection with folklore and urban legends. These storytellers come from around the world and include award-winning and -shortlisted authors as well as emerging writers and fledgling authors in their professional debut.

This anthology’s sixteen striking stories are imbued with all the humour, darkness, wisdom, artfulness, vengefulness and magic of the birds that inspired them. Take them as a jest, a guide, or a warning – but don’t, whatever you do, ignore them!

My story

“Branwen and the Three Ravens” is a retelling of the Grimm’s fairy tale “The Seven Ravens”: The creepy adventures of a woman attempting to free her brothers from a curse.

In those days, one could walk to the palace of the Sun. It lay at the last point of land before east became west and day became night. As a child, Branwen had read of the home of the Sun, with its open blue skies and green fields, its maze of a garden laid out in tangled rays, and a palace of bright white walls that had no ceiling.

The reality of it was somewhat different.

You can read an interview with me or watch me read an excerpt

Ao3 ~ DannyeChase.com ~ Linktree ~ Serial romance ~ Weird Wednesday writing prompts blog ~ Ko-fi ~ Newsletter

#Dannye writes #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writeblr community #writing #clamour and mischief #ravens #crows #a murder of crows #fairy tales #orders open #original fiction #original fantasy

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thecrowlife · 1 year

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A murder at sunset

#crowlife #murder of crows #a murder of crows #crows #crow roost #american crow #fall leaves #corvid #wildlife #Halloween #black birds #youngstown #stranger things

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cecexwrites · 7 months

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A Murder of Crows

The Lestrange family has a long dark history behind them. They are ruthless, deceitful and will always get what they want. Corvus oculum corvi non erui - a crow will not pull out the eye of another crow. But the rest of the world is fair game.

Nevermore

Merit Vander Wende hates me.

A fact she's never kept secret, but when her darling fiancé crossed me he all but signed her death warrant.

Merit might hate me, but she will be mine.

Evermore

Revenge is a bitch.

Especially when you've don't nothing wrong. Ivan Karkaroff might think women are just a pawn in his game but he's in for a rude awakening. His pawn is a queen with her own game to win.

Forevermore

14 years locked away like a rat.

My loyalty gained me my freedom, got me back into a society I never quite fit into. My betrayal will seal my fate and hers and change everything among our ranks.

#harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #a murder of crows #the lestrange family #rodolphus lestrange #rabastan lestrange #rhiannon lestrange #karkaroff

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captainpirateface · 3 months

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#trust obey #a murder of crows #Spotify #captainpirateface #bipolardepression #chemicalimbalance #wtf #captainpiratefacelovesyou #sighthsandsoundsofinstagram #poetry #sights and sounds of tumblr #spotify

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uschi-the-listener · 1 year

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There was a murder out front this morning

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Probably for the sunflower seeds

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A living reminder of sunnier times

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Seven crows

Strutting

Orating

Eyes on the smaller birds

And those coveted seeds

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No one ate the day before

The rain knocked everyone out of the sky

Wet deer ate the seeds

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Today

A murder arrived

Picking through an assortment

For oily black treasure

Among the seeds

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#bird feeder #rain #a murder of crows #crows

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stray-kaz · 1 year

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A Murder of Crows : a Kaz Brekker x f!reader FF mini : Part Two

Summary: Modern au in which Kaz Brekker and his Crows are in the rescue business. They run an underground anti-trafficking mob. The only thing Kaz hates more than liars are powerful people who take advantage of others and the Diamondbacks are the worst of the lot.

Warnings: Trigger warning: flashback/nightmare of sexual assault under the cut. Kaz probably a touch OOC, but he’s not completely heartless.

One month later...

The compound was dark and quiet, cold as the grave. You wake in a panic to a rough hand clamped over your mouth, wool clothing scraping against the front of your nightdress. Movement over you, movement inside you, and pain. Too much pain.

Outside in the hallway, Kaz was walking his usual round of the Slat, checking locks and making sure the building was safe for the night. He had just tested the lock on your door when he heard you scream. Lockpicks slid from his sleeve before he could think and the door lock was nothing compared with his skill. He was inside in seconds, the door closing at his back with a soft click.

He found your bed easily in the dimness; the Slat was never truly dark at night, for he had learned that many of the young women and children he saved were kept in the darkness and it terrified them, bringing on all manner of nightmares and walking terrors.

You were curled on your side, fists to your mouth, screaming mindlessly into bitten and bleeding knuckles. You had cut your hair, wanting never again to have a man wrap a ponytail around his hand and force you where he wanted, and now it was shorter than Kaz’s, made your eyes look massive and luminous when you were awake.

He moved swiftly despite the injuries he had sustained in that day’s raid and sat down on the side of your bed. Instinctively, even in sleep, you thrashed away from him, tangling the bedcovers around your legs. Kaz called your name, your eyes flickered briefly and then closed again.

“Hey” he said, reaching over to shake your shoulder. “Wake up. You’re safe. You’re having a nightmare.”

You didn’t open your eyes, your scream still one long piercing note of pure fear. Kaz’s ears ached; there was only so much he could take. Steeling himself, he pulled you upright and wrapped his arms around you, fighting back as you tried to shake yourself loose.

Then, as suddenly as it had started, your screaming stopped. He hesitated before turning his head to look at you, your head digging into his shoulder. Your eyes were wide open, gazing up at him with a discomfiting expression. He shifted on the edge of the mattress; you followed him, the thump of his heart beneath your still curled fists a soothing beat of life. In response, Kaz found himself tightening his grip, the soft spikes of your hair brushing under his jaw as you shifted to follow his heartbeat.

“I’m sorry I disturbed you” you murmured, voice hoarse from your screams. “I had a nightmare about -”

Kaz nodded shortly, his heartrate increasing for a moment before he forced it back into submission.

“I know” he muttered gruffly. “I don’t know that they’ll ever go away.”

You pulled away a bit so you could see his face, eyebrows drawing together as you frowned speculatively. What had he been through? What had Kaz Brekker, saviour of the stolen and lost, survived?

You glanced down at your hands then and realised you were leaving spots of blood on Kaz’s shirt.

“Sorry” you said hurriedly, and started to wriggle away on the bed.

Kaz released you and looked down at his shirt, newly speckled with red. He almost smiled.

“Don’t worry about it” he told you. “It’s seen worse. Come on, I’ll fix you up.”

He eased off the bed and helped you to slide off, pajamas twisted against your skin. You let him lead you to the tiny bathroom and sat on the lip of the bathtub to wait.

It didn’t take Kaz long to find the med kit he left in every apartment, secreted beneath every bathroom sink in an inconspicuous white cupboard. He knelt in front of you on the floor, head bent as he searched for the antiseptic and small sticky bandages. Watching him, it struck you how easily he just put himself into a vulnerable position, lower than you, kneeling between your bare feet on the cool tile.

You wondered if he would do this for all the hurting women here, or just you.

“This will hurt.”

You nodded, bracing yourself for the sting of antiseptic. Kaz peeled off his gloves to do this work, and you felt your gaze be drawn to his fingers, pale and clean, quick and dexterous, the fingers of a magician or a pianist. You barely felt the sharp stings of pain as you watched his hands. You knew that those very same hands had hurt, punished and drawn blood, but you still knew without a doubt that they would never harm you.

Kaz could feel the intensity of your gaze focused on him, or rather, his hands as he soothed your injuries. He ducked his head further down in an effort to shield the growing flush in his cheeks. His heart thumped hard against his ribs as he finished the antiseptic and moved on to apply the tiny bandages to your bite marks, his fingertips pressing each one down lightly so the adhesive would work. Your hands were delicate, but scarred, faint silvery lines crisscrossing your skin. A fierce hatred bloomed in his chest at the knowledge that someone had cut you.

“There are more.”

Your soft words startled him and he dropped the med kit. He glanced up into your eyes.

“What?”

“Scars. I have more. These are the least.”

Kaz felt his throat narrow, his lungs struggling for air suddenly. He put his hands on the edge of the tub, either side of your body, and pushed up to his feet. You handed him his gloves in silence, remaining seated. He looked wounded all of a sudden, his blue eyes dark, hiding.

“The scars all heal, Kaz” you said quietly.

He paused in the doorway, head tilted slightly to one side, his gloves clenched tightly in one fist.

“But the nightmares don’t.”

Then he disappeared, leaving you alone and finally feeling the sting of your wounds.

Tagging: @b3kk3r-by-br3kk3r @katiemrty @dal-light @sotragedynut @britishbassett @dearsthings @at-the-chateau @kentisbaby

#kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker x female reader #liss writes #shadow and bone fic #soc fic #six of crows #a murder of crows

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heavnofhell · 6 months

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