The Crow

DBD Killer OC Ask Blog -- Asks open! Crow will interact with canon character and OCs! He isn't selective! And he also RPs, feel free to make a starter (or ask me to make one!) Accepts almost any ships too!

[sandcvstles]

hurt meme.

“ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”

“i feel like everyone’s miles away from me.”

“my mind is a dark place. you don’t want to be there.”

“i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.”

“don’t close your eyes, please don’t close your eyes!”

“i just want to be numb, i don’t want to feel anything.”

“please don’t do this, don’t act like you care.”

“you don’t care, nobody cares, just leave.”

“you’re my friend, of course i fucking care.”

“i can’t give up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself.”

“i love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like.”

“i fucked up, why do you not care?”

“i can’t walk, just go on without me.”

“you have broken ribs, take it easy.”

“i have no idea how to do cpr.”

“whose blood is that?”

“apply pressure to the wound, don’t let go.”

“don’t you dare fucking let go!” 

“what the hell happened to you?” 

“are they dead? did you kill them?” 

“do you know what you’ve done?” 

“you’re either with me or against me.” 

“who the hell did this to you?” 

“are you alright? you hit your head pretty hard…” 

“i can’t see!! what’s happening to me?” 

“when was the last time you ate?” 

“what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!” 

 “i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.” 

“for how long? how long were you bottling this up?“ 

“there’s so much blood, you won’t last.” 

“are you… throwing up in there?” 

“why aren’t you eating?” 

“just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.” 

“i can’t breathe, i can’t –” 

“i woke up, & you were gone.” 

“just tell me something, was it really worth it?” 

“it’s okay to hurt & breakdown. you don’t have to be strong all the time.”

[ask-thecrow]

| Crow Musings 01 |

You'll only hear Crow if he wants you to. His footsteps are entirely silent while he's sneaking.

But.

Otherwise, when sneaking isn't a concern, his footsteps are very distinguishable. The gentle thud of the sole and then the click of the talon fixed to the back of his boot. Thud, click. Thud, click. Thud, click.

And even when you can hear that, he's extremely light footed regardless. You really have to listen.

[ask-thecrow]

A doodle to prove that Crow and his Mun are alive.

This is an alternate skin for the boi 🐤🐤

[ask-thecrow]

Lorelei looked down at the small killer. "Oh dear! What an adorable little thing you are! Wait! I think I still have some cookies with me!" @ask-little-beauty

Crow makes grabby hands, excitedly jumping up and down. Oops, you’ve really caught his attention.

@ask-little-beauty

[ask-thecrow]

“You are just this little creature... with birds.. what wisdom do you carry little creature?”, asks a benevolent @frenzied-blade

Crow hesitates. And then pulls out his blade that is adorned by barbed wire and a yellowing bird skull, dangling it precariously from his finger tips. That’s the wisdom he carries. Stabby.

@frenzied-blade

[ask-thecrow]

The Crow will be returning!

Crow isn’t dead! Sorry, he’s been on... Vacation, we’ll say. Everyone needs a break from the fog sometime! He’ll get back to answering your questions as soon as he’s settled back in!

[ask-thecrow]

Crow saw him at the fire. Tall, intimidating. This man was new, and Crow had already decided that he was not to be trusted.

He was sat on a log, his boots carelessly kicking at the grass and hands gripping tightly to the wood. Except they weren’t hands. His whole arms were covered in thick, thick fur, and his hands, at least two times the size of Evan’s, were claws. Long fingers with sharp talons that dug into his seat. The fur of his arms extended to the shoulders too, and further up the face, where it was clear the wolf head was not, in fact, his true face. The eyes were gouged out to reveal a sharp, piercing yellow beneath, and the mouth hung open to reveal a feral little grin, teeth jutting out over a pair of bitten lips. 

The man was talking with the others, his voice low. The rumble in his chest brought Crow back all those years; brought him straight back to that time in the basement. It was rare that Crow felt scared anymore, but that voice... It made fear grip at his spine. 

The tall killer paused for a second, mid-conversation, and turned his head. Crow stilled against the tree he’d been quietly watching from. His eyes were piercing. Crow watched a black tongue dart over the man’s lips and he felt sick. He saw those thick claws clench tighter around the log, splinters of wood collecting at his nails.

There was an instinctual feeling that he could not let this man dig his claws in.

[worstdoctorsyndrome]

Idk which plague doctor needs to hear this but no matter what anyone says, your knowledge of herbs is immense and your beak is huge

[ask-thecrow]

{RP Starter for @ask-the-sabertooth }

Crow had absolutely no intentions of invading the new realm. None. Sure, he was curious by nature, but that didn't mean he was going to actually... Go there. He heard it was cold there. He didn't want that. And yet, somehow, he'd managed to stumble in there.

There was a lot of snow. The rumours of cold were true. He prayed that he wouldn't be forced to kill on this realm, because goddamn, it was hard to walk through the snow. He was already too short, this was just torture!

And so, he angrily sat down in the snow. This was fine. He'd just suffer until the resident killer showed themselves to fish him out of his snowy hell. He didn't know them yet. There were new, this realm was new, everything was... New.

He just hoped they weren't big and scary.

[facesofthefog]

ask-thecrow

Crow seemed to hesitate for a second over his page, thinking. He wasn’t phased. Finally, after a few moments, he began to scribble in the same handwriting that one might expect of a six year old. Had he not been wearing his leather gloves, you’d have seen his knuckles turn a bright white at the tight hold he hand on the pen, but it was easy at least to see that his fingers were shaking. He couldn’t help it. A twitch he’d learned to tolerate.

He handed the page over. In that awful, chicken-scratch handwriting, was a simple question.

“Why would you talk to a killer?”

Sam carefully watched the killer attempt to write again and noticed the twitch in the other’s hand. He could not help but wonder if it was caused by fatigue, lack of practice when it came to writing or maybe something else. Somehow he found himself worried for the Crow, he wished he could do something to help it. To the survivor, it looked bothersome and he knew that one of the options was possible pain.

“Um…” he noticed the new piece of writing and read it with ease. “Oh, why? I just thought you might be a nice person to talk to and I was right. I do not see a problem with you being a killer, whilst I am a survivor. As long as you do not threaten me whilst we are outside of a trial of course. Am I the only survivor to approach you?”

[ask-thecrow]

Crow shrugs, pausing to consider his words. 'They don't like me,' he writes. 'Most of them. But I want to be friends,' he stop to gently pat his chest, attempting to get the point across. 'Even though some of you scare me sometimes. Do you know the big one? He's scary. And heavy.'

Wow. Vague, Crow. The big one could mean... Quite a few, actually. Crow tries to buff up his shoulders in a bad attempt to tell Samuel that he means David.

[ask-thecrow]

The cement was cold an unyielding. Rough, harsh and lonely. His fragile little body trembled, the iron clasped around his ankle digging into his pale skin. The boy’s fingers shook, hooked into metal caging of the muzzle that clung to his face; rusted and warm with the remnants of tears. 

They were chirping again. Their soft little song filtered through the crack of the basement window, faintly dancing across the dark of the concrete. Damaged vocal chords tried to meet the singing; broken squeaks that stung his lungs and set fire to innards of his throat. If only they’d notice him. If only the birds would come to his call.

Light shot through the basement, leaking down the stone stairs and illuminating his little, shaking body. The boy grasped tighter onto his muzzle; the wire digging into his palms and cutting into his flesh as he heard those telltale, thick footsteps clanking down the steps.

“You’ve been behavin’, haven’t you? There’s a good boy.” 

[ask-tall-dark-and-creepy-deacti]

☀ = giving them a gift of ... a baby bird

“Thank you little one! I will take good care of the little bird!”

[smol-ghost-face]

▓ = caught stealing their belongings owo

“Give me my toothpicks back! Get your own weapon!”

[ask-kitsune-killer-sehowla]

▼owo (ask-thecrow)

“Sorry sir, this is your death bed now”

@ask-thecrow

[ask-kitsune-killer-sehowla]

▼owo (ask-thecrow)

[ask-thecrow]

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ask-thecrow]

What's something that makes you fear for you life

Crow is deeply afraid of Demogorgon!

Also water! Or, at least, an amount of water that he could easily drown in.

Also when hands go towards his face really fast. Or towards his body in general. As long as he knows you’re coming and you approach with caution, it’s okay. He just... The sudden movement scares him. 

[ask-thecrow]

pixels are therapeutic and dark colours soothe my eyes

[ask-thecrow]

✮ = stargazing (@ smol-ghost-face)

Happy!!! Crow will lie down with you and happily point at all the stars! You can’t really tell what on earth he’s pointing at because he says nothing as he does it, but the enthusiasm is what counts!