Rotten Escape

Dire Crowley Headcanons

If you don't know me well (which for most of you is the case), I am a massive Dire Crowley fan. And of course, what type of gracious fan of the bird would I be without some Headcanons?

So, let's dive in, shall we?

WARNING: Following Headcanons contain angst

Crowley can turn into a bird, you can't tell me otherwise. So, he has a bit of a birdbrain!

He also probably struggles to see glass doors...

Also related to the bird brains. The reason for him running from danger is the bird brains. Most birds flee from a threat, so does Crowley. He doesn't mean to, but it's instinctual and a habit

If Yuu had any issues and told him about them, he'd just randomly appear with objects he's found from pretty feathers to shiny pebbles and bottlecaps, and give them to Yuu to try and cheer them up

He also requests small bits of praise or short hugs in return, just so he knows that Yuu is happy with what he finds!

Crowley also fully knows that the students don't trust him, or in some cases, he knows they don't even like or respect him.

His over-the-top personality is to stop anyone from realising he's affected by it, and how he wants to be genuinely helpful but struggles with it.

He'll sometimes lock himself in his office and just cry or unleash his anger and sadness by trashing his desk or clawing/punching a wall.

He talks to the paintings more than actual people because of it.

If he's far from his office, he'll detour to Divus. Why Divus? Because of all the staff, Dire trusts him the most

NEXT HEADCANONS MAY CONTAIN BOOK 7 SPOILERS

If the theory of Crowley being Levan is true, then I think Crowley may have a few extra Headcanons to make

Crowley is scared to hurt people, so (including my curse theory), Crowley ran from the Draconias to protect them

He runs and avoids helping with the Overblots because he either physically can't help or he fears he'd make them worse

Secretly keeps a close eye on Malleus at NRC

That's all for now with my Crowley Headcanons :3

Space: Hidden Scar

Fandom: Original Work

AU?: N/A

Extra: Original characters again, whoop whoop!!

Warnings: Stabbings, self blame, attack, bodily harm

Tag: @badthingshappenbingo

The Warden Of Jejivan High Security Prison

The prison warden was an intimidating man, a tall fae with horns that looked sharper than a freshly sharpened blade. With his uniform and his flawless face, every inmate and worker within the prison assumed that was just how he was - a cold, physically flawless man who gave no sympathy. But, this couldn't be further from the truth.

Fëanor sat in his office with camera screens humming away to his left, his fountain pen scratching the page. He was leaning stressfully on his desk, his hand on his head and his elbow on the desk's surface, practically holding his head up. A new inmate had recently been put into solitary confinement, and the inmate was someone that Fëanor had known in the past. "How was the funeral...? Oh right, you couldn't attend, you were in a hospital bed... Kinda deserved considering you let my brother die...". Those had been the inmate's taunting words to Fëanor when they had arrived. The words that echoed through the warden's mind. Fëanor had to hold himself back from lashing out, keeping his cool.

He hadn't let anyone die, and if he could, he'd save all the victims he was unable to save. The inmate's brother was a victim to a case that had taken three teams of profilers and federal police to hunt down the criminal responsible. Fëanor was no stranger to the blame being put on him for 'not finding the criminal quicker', but he'd not expected the inmate to attack him - actually why the inmate was there, the only reason it'd taken so long to arrest him was because Fëanor hadn't been able to confirm who attacked him until the day prior to the inmate's arrival.

The attack was nothing special, except it'd been executed well. Fëanor had been at home when it happened, the attacker somehow breaking in with stealth akin to a vampire's. It'd started with the click of a gun being loaded to fire while Fëanor wasn't looking. The fae had looked at his assailant at that point, the gun firing and missing Fëanor by mere millimetres, the warden not even flinching. Silence had followed for a good few moments, until crashes of bodies falling into tables resonated through the room. The warden had fought back as much as he could, the assailant fighting tooth and nail to tire Fëanor out before slamming the battle of the pistol into the fae's jaw. The pain was dizzying, Fëanor's focus and concentration destroyed. Unable to fight back, Fëanor had no way to stop every sink of a blade into his body - arms, chest, stomach, legs - but all aimed perfectly so Fëanor wouldn't definitely die, but left enough of a chance it could happen. The assailant had leapt out of Fëanor's window by the time his neighbours came to him, having heard the commotion.

He'd been hospitalised for weeks afterwards, stitched up and hooked to wires and painkillers. He still felt the ache of the wounds through the painkillers, but any stronger of a dosage would kill him.

Fëanor hid the scars of the incident, feeling ashamed and full of self-hatred when he saw them himself. He hated it. If his teams and he had figured out who the criminal was sooner, his attacker's brother would still be alive. And, for once in his life, Fëanor blamed himself for it. He blamed himself, believing he deserved the attack, since he failed to save that guy.

No one knew about what happened to him, aside from his neighbours, and Fëanor planned to keep it that way. What would people think? The warden of Jejivan's most notorious prison being unable to defend himself? He'd be a laughing stock and a target.

The prison warden was an intimidating man, a tall fae with horns that looked sharper than a freshly sharpened blade. With his uniform and his flawless face, every inmate and worker within the prison assumed incorrectly about him - yes he was cold, but he was also scarred and ashamed, afraid to admit it aloud.

⛧˙♱⋆☠︎︎⋆♱˙⛦Vipera's Case⛦˙♱⋆☠︎︎⋆♱˙⛧

An OC Short/One Shot story

Warnings: Murder, mentions of gouged out eyes, prison mentioned, decapitation

READ WITH CAUTION

Sometimes, the coldest killers are the happiest children...

That's what he'd heard and he knew it was true. He knew who he was and who he'd become. He was a happy, oblivious child who had no worries... At least, before everything happened.

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The last semester of the year ended, and Vipera was prepared to go home for a few weeks - home to his family who had adopted the young fae when he was only a baby. Everything seemed normal - the walk to the train, the train ride to his hometown, the trek to his house, greeting his neighbours. Everything was normal.

Until it wasn't.

Vipera entered his family's home with a bright smile on his face, and a call to say he was home. He was met with a thick and bloody silence. He stared at the doorway of the living room, locking eyes with someone he didn't know and catching eye of someone fleeing out the window. Stupidly, the fae looked down. A thud of Vipera's belongings falling to the floor sounded out. This man was holding the vibrant red hair of his adoptive father. His father's expression was lifeless, his eyes gouged out and his body... Well, not attached. Daring to look behind the man, Vipera saw red. His brothers and his sister, his mother, his aunt, one of his cousins, his father - all of them decapitated and eyeless.

Without even a second thought, Vipera lashed out, charging at this man with a violent snarl. His fist collided with this murderer's temple, sending the man backwards. In a rage, the fae flung blow after blow at the man, completely ignoring his eye getting ripped out of its socket. Vipera didn't stop, not even when the man was dead, obliterating his face until he was unrecognisable. When he did finally realise, he froze, his body numb as the dread and anguish washed over him. He stumbled backwards as he stood up, and made a call to the cops, before he ran for it, fleeing the scene.

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Several years down the line, the case of the Occidendum family had gone cold, Vipera pronounced dead after no trace of him was found. In the midst of his disappearance, he was taken under the wing of some alcoholic psychopath. Vipera would kill for him, his lack of care or emotion making him ideal for such dirty work. He worked for him in agreement that he would find whoever fled his house that day.

The psychopath kept his word.

Daylor. That was the bastard's name. The one who ran that day. Tracked down, he would pay. Pay for what the fuck he did. Issue? Well, this little Daylor happened to be the brother of Fëanor, the warden of the country's most inescapable prison.

And yet... Vipera didn't care at all.

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75 years of killing couldn't have been more of a help. 75 years of slaughter, 100s of lives taken without being caught.

"Daylor."

He had found the man. His stare was cold and Daylor's was scared. Terrified. He knew who Vipera was. He knew what the little fae had done 80 years ago to his beloved friend. Without missing a beat, Vipera swung and hence commenced the fight that would change Vipera's life for the worst.

A crack and a thud made Vipera pause, staring at the majority of his horn now on the floor. He snarled and used it to his advantage, snatching it up and holding it point-down towards Daylor's throat.

The stab was never made.

Struggling frantically, Vipera did everything in his power to try and free himself from the hands that held him tight. He screamed, begging whoever had a hold of him to let him finish the job, to let him complete his revenge.

"Vipera Occidendum, you have every right to remain silent. You will be seen in court for several accounts of murder and attempted murder. Whatever you do and say can and will be used against you."

Fëanor.

Vipera fell limp in the hold of the warden. He had no chance. The warden was at least 8 times his age, and hence made him far more capable than Vipera.

"Like how I'm the one serving a pissing sentence. HE HELPED KILL MY FUCKING FAMILY!" Vipera snarled, snapping at Fëanor all while staring down at Daylor with a murderous glare.

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Life.

A life sentence.

He'd die being known as the Remorseless Killer of Jejivan. Never as a man hunting and preparing for revenge. He'd die here. In this prison. At least... He assumed so... Who knew? Perhaps one day, he'd be let free.

Sometimes, the coldest killers are the happiest children... And Vipera was one of them.

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AllTober Day 5 - "I'm Not Going Anywhere"

Contains: Self-Harm, Alcohol, Suicidal Intentions, Kunikidazai

Fandom: Bungo Stray Dogs

Characters: Kunikida Doppo, Dazai Osamu

It wasn't uncommon for Dazai to attempt to kill himself - he even went as far as to call it a hobby. There was no meaning to life in Dazai's mind, so why would he live something with no meaning? Dazai witnessed murder, abuse and every other crime you could think, and also committed a large number of them as well. Even so, for some reason, someone cared.

In the Port Mafia, it was Odasaku. Even if Oda saw that there was no life or ambition behind the dead of Dazai's eyes, he still cared about Dazai. If it wasn't for Oda, Dazai would never have left the mafia.

Now, it was his work partner, Kunikida Doppo. But Kunikida was different. Kunikida specifically would find a section of his perfect schedules, and that section would be 'check on Dazai'. He would dress Dazai's wounds, make sure Dazai ate, and see it that Dazai slept. All before Kunikida would focus on himself.

Today was no different. Kunikida was in Dazai's apartment, at the same time everyday. He stood at Dazai's cooker, making the former mafia member something to eat. Unfortunately, Kunikida hadn't gotten there before Dazai had drank a few too many - and Kunikida had yet to find out.

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"Why do you help me?" Dazai blurted out after he'd eaten what Kunikida made. The mathematician was in the midst of redressing Dazai's wounds, some old and some new - most self-inflicted, few accidental.

"Sorry?" Kunikida was confused, no doubt.

"Why do you help me?" Dazai repeated. He tilted his head, laid on the back of the couch, towards Kunikida.

"Why shouldn't I? You're worth the same care as everyone else" Kunikida replied, finishing with wrapping Dazai's arm, moving round to the other.

"Am I? You know what I've done... It's punishment is it not?" Dazai stared at his ceiling as he said this.

"You've proven you can and have changed, Dazai. Yes, you drive me nuts, but when you don't it leaves me concerned. You're not the kid you were, alright?" Kunikida said with a tone that only a teacher could manage, using his ability to get another reel of bandage, realising he'd ran out.

"Heh, and I'm the crazy one... You're insane if you think that makes anything better" Dazai grumbled, watching Kunikida.

"Never said it made what happened better. However, you're helping in an effort to make Yokohama safer".

"Kunikida..."

Kunikida glanced up from behind his glasses, finishing the other arm. He immediately noticed that Dazai had tears rolling steadily down his face.

"... Why of all people do you keep me as your partner...?"

"You're more than a damn partner Dazai, and you know that. You're a part of me as I am a part of you" Kunikida moved to sit beside Dazai, pulling the shorter detective into a hug. Outside of Kunikida's usual actions, yes, but it would happen occasionally and Dazai would relax into it. Dazai fell silent, before wrapping his arms around Kunikida, sending the ex-teacher onto his back, only so Dazai could rest his head on Kunikida's chest. He would do this when he got like this - lay and listen to Kunikida's heart, and fall asleep to it, knowing that he would be safe.

"I'm not going anywhere, Dazai. I'm here to stay".

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i’m going to eat you

😥 Skyyyyyyy, be nice, no noms 😥

Original Work: A Criminal For Justice

Info: MM, Crime, Current Rating is YA. Do not quote me on the Ranks etc, I have gone off of what little research I managed to get

Inspired By: THIRDS by Charlie Cochet

Chapter One: Cops And Tracks

Glaring blazes of light reflected off the grey bonnets of various cars, all with the typical blue lights spinning in alternate direction under their cases. Smoke billowed from the steam engine on the tracks, brought to a stop with a barricade - and the broken engine.

"This is the second train this week, and we're on Monday!" a young officer complained, his uniform baring the simple 4 digit number. A lower rank to the man he was complaining too - a constable at most, whining like a child being took home from a park. A huff poured from the older cop, wanting to get this over an done with.

"It happens, get over it and stop whining!" replied the higher ranked officer, his name badge showing him to be Julian Wayne. His rank was identified with the small crown and angled, intricate square design beneath, sat on his shoulder. A DCS, being done with a DC already. Julian waved the lower rank away, making his way to the smoking steam engine.

He felt sorry for whatever engineer would deal with the damage and how much something like that would cost. The cursing and shouting of the convicted caught his attention, the small trio of criminals fighting against the cuffs and officers that pushed them to the vans. Tedious, absolutely tedious.

"You okay, superintendent?" the questioning tone of his friend and colleague caused Julian's attention to change. He looked down at the detective in question, and smiled.

"Chief Superintendent, but yes, I'm good" Julian folded his arms, staring back at the broken locomotive.

"You feeling sorry for another engineer?" the detective hit the issue on the nail. Not exactly anything knew, it was good old Finn Walker after all. Finn had been a friend of Julian's for years, before either had graduated University in fact. 

"Nothing gets past you, does it?" a chuckled response came, a smirk and playful side eye given to the lower ranked male. Finn just shrugged with a smug look.

"What can I say, I'm awesome" he grinned, doing the worse flick of his short, brown hair ever. He laughed at the expression of despair on his friend's face, "Chillax, Jules, whoever deals with it will be fine, 'kay?"

Although the three criminals were caught, Julian knew there was more to this than met the eye. The previous duo they'd caught were wearing the same fire-shaped logo that these goons were, which said this was a group. Hopefully, the interrogators would get something out of these three.

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"Well, our favourite nerd's shown up, what can I get ya?"

The inside of GRAND Coffee House was a low murmur with very few customers. Ignis always appeared at the same time, 1 and a half hours after open.

"I'm sure you ought to know by now, Daniel" Ignis replied with a smile. He held his card in his left hand, his right occupied with a bag.

"Don't fancy a change then?" Daniel chuckled, knowing the response that would follow. He glanced back from the machine, a look of feigned pain on Ignis' face.

"How could you swear at me like that? I thought you loved me" Ignis tilted his head away with a dramatic look of betrayal.

Regulars knew of the two, Ignis and Daniel Knight. They had the same curly blonde hair, although Ignis' was longer and a little darker than Daniel's. Same eyes, same face (If you took Daniel's tattoo away that it), same height - it was clear to anyone with eyes that these two were twins. It was also just as obvious that Daniel was extremely protective of his older twin.

Ignis sat by the counter as he always did, keeping his brother updated with all his life. He spoke of his trains, his models, the books he read, he even spoke of things that Daniel's boyfriend mentioned every now and then. It was early Monday morning, so university students were coming in for the coffees to combat their hangovers and/or late nights. Daniel knew there was people who didn't graduate from Ignis' year, he also knew a lot of them didn't know how to keep their mouths shut.

At a young age of 24, Ignis had a degree in criminal psychology and was a part time rail engineer.  His ability to take in information had him being forced to do other people's work, do group projects alone and have late nights that led him to be the insomniac he was. He rarely fought back, which included the beatings he'd get if he denied the demands his classmates would order. There was one group in particular, which on a Monday, they would end up at GRAND Coffee House. They hadn't shown yet, which was a good sign for both the twins.

"So, any interests for a career?" Daniel asked, getting a shrug in response.

"I'm a part time rail engineer with a criminal psychology degree, what do you think?" Ignis replied. Daniel stared at his twin with a smirk, and then decided to point something out.

"I heard they're taking on new recruits on the police force" Daniel suggested subtly. Ignis rolled his eyes, having been a prison guard for a little while at 19.

Time ticked on. Ignis bid his brother a farewell, walking out into the streets of Lincoln. He had no intention of doing anything, he now had to change his usual routine afterall, he'd graduated meaning he had no routine at that time. He wandered around aimlessly until he was called by his boss. A train needed repairing? Good, it gave Ignis something to do, and so he made his way to the location.

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Cops cars caught Ignis off guard, surprised to see so many surrounding the train. Smoke billowed from the engine, not steam, which instantly caught Ignis' attention. Ignoring the officials, Ignis climbed up into the locomotive with his tools. He checked the interior with precision that would make a professional darts player jealous.

He saw the remains of what appeared to be a hand-made bomb, one with a low explosion. Not surprising, it was an engine that had been blown.

"Sir? Are you the engineer?"

Ignis stumbled back in surprise, falling onto his ass. He looked at the owner of the voice, and gulped upon seeing the rank. "Yes... Superintendent sir!" Ignis panicked as he spoke, and the police officer laughed.

"Don't worry about formalities, kid. We ought to be apologising for the train" he spoke up, climbing into the said vehicle, helping Ignis to his feet.

"... Alright," Ignis was unsure as to why he was apologising for the damage to the train.

Whoever the cop was, he helped Ignis repair the engine as quick as possible. He made conversation with him too, trying to keep Ignis' nerves at bay.

"Thank you... Uh-"

"Julian. Julian Wayne."

Ignis' eyes widened in surprise, realising who this man was.

"Well, thank you, Julian" he nodded to the cop, a little embarrassed he'd fallen over earlier in front of someone so respected.

"It's fine. You said your name's Ignis, right?" Julian asked with a calming smile. Ignis nodded, and looked at Julian with a little caution. That was until Julian handed him a card with his details on, "You're a chill kid, I like ya" he smiled, ruffling Ignis' head.

That was the start of something much worse than either ever expected.

Hey Gays

If you like Royals, Gays, Fantasy and History, take note to this project I'm a part of with Sky, Moon, Twisty, Shoto, and Isla!

Hi there! Welcome to Royal Flowers, the blog for all things related to our project!

What is our project?

Royal Flowers (or the Flower Gardens) is a book series in planning about one of my favorite things: gay royalty! More information will be in a different post, but what does Royal Flowers include? Well, let me tell you!

We have two main couples, Amara/Maeve and Nikandr/Andrei! We also have a number of other background characters, including a nonbinary pirate named Felix!

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RECORD OF RAGNAROK SERVER!!!

ROR SERVERRRRR

come get ur silly bird man

Correction: silly PRETTY bird man

HAJAJASN I LOVE HIM

gonna smooch him

I will

He my baby

He my boy

😍😍😍😍

Mine. All mine.

MY BABYYYYYY

Perhaps known only to "Orpheus," this nightmare of his memory.

My digital art of "Nightmare" from IDV