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TO NOTE:
Update (as of 1/26/2023)
So I’ve had Krow for a few months now. Not nearly as long as my other OC’s but decent length of time for me to have figured out some things. However, even so, this blog is mainly for fun, just a means of me writing and drawing for this goofy boy, so some answers may just be silly. Don’t take EVERYTHING I say as the end all be all canon of Krow. I may change my mind on things (and I have before, a number of times).
Below is my old To Note but I’ll keep it up anyway ndfgbl.szf
Krow is a very new character for me, which is to say; until/unless I say otherwise, do NOT take everything said here for absolute canon, lore and fact. You’re basically seeing and experiencing the messy process that is... creating a character, and in many ways, helping me develop him further.
Things can and will change with him. Design, lore, bits of personality and so on.
Just so you’re aware. (:
(Anon asks are OFF because I am simply not comfortable with having them on. Apologies.)
Krow’s Ref(s): Main Ref
Krow’s Eyes and Teeth
Krow’s Back Tattoo
Krow Ship Chart (Blank)
Mer!Krow
Untraumatized Krow
Gabby Ref(s): Doodle
Eliyah Ref(s): Doodle
Luke Ref(s): Doodle
Mary Ref(s): Doodle
Naila Ref(s): Doodle
Tag List (will probably update as more tags become relevant):
#about krow #krow art #krow asked and answered #krow in character #the krow’s nest #naughty krow #krow fluff #krow angst #krow stories #dove aviary #winndy talks #krow fanart #krow’s murder flock #silly krow #bird call #about gabby #gabby asked and answered #LT asked and answered #LT in character #the krow’s nest verse #about eliyah #eliyah asked and answered #eliyah in character #eliyah art #luke asked and answered #about luke #luke in character #luke art #about mary #mary art #mary asked and answered #mary in character #about naila #naila asked and answered #naila in character #naila art
F.A.Q.
(Probably put more here later)
Does Krow have a VN? When is he getting one?
I’ve gotten a number of asks and questions about this from numerous people since I first started this blog and the answer is still the same: I don’t know.
I created Krow mainly as just a way to entertain myself and because games like 14DWY and RH inspired me to. Krow happened to strike a chord with the community, I was asked by a few friends to make a blog so they could send in goofy asks. Now Krow has a decent following (which I am grateful for!) and so I’ve been getting asked this more and more.
If I were to seriously consider a VN though, I would have to do a LOT of work. When I made Krow, I created him “in a vacuum” as I like to put it, by which I mean... he doesn’t HAVE a story. There aren’t other defined characters, a setting or such besides him and Dove. So if I were to make a VN, I would need to think of other characters, the setting and so on.
While I am not settled on the idea of a VN yet, I HAVE been muddling on expanding the “Krow Verse” as it were. I hope to introduce some other characters to you all soon!
How old is Krow?
So *I* personally headcanon Krow at 25, HOWEVER, generally speaking, he can be whatever you headcanon him at as long as he’s 18+. My other headcanon is that he is always a year older than you/Dove.
How tall is Krow?
Similar to his age, you can headcanon him at various heights. However, his MAX height (and what I headcanon him as) is 5′1″, but he is always at least one inch shorter than you.
Krow is absolutely fine with Dove being much taller than him.
What ethnicity is Krow?
Krow is Indian + Bengali, though he was born in America! And this will ALWAYS be canon.
What’s Krow’s job?
He works as a crime scene/forensics cleaner! He works for a very small (as in about five people including him) licensed company to go around and clean up the scenes of murders, not so wellness checks and the like.
He also does some black market organ selling as a side hustle, which come from his own murders.
He is also sometimes commissioned to do art! (In particular his other yandere friends go to him for art pieces.)
So Krow’s an artist, what kind of art does he do?
The answer is... a bit of everything lmao. Mostly draws and paints, since that’s the easiest and most portable. But he also sculpts (as in using clay but he also buys blocks of marble or such to literally carve into when he can afford it), wood carving and widdling, has done metal working, sometimes writes poetry, customizes and even builds dolls. Pretty much any (traditional) visual art medium there is, Krow has done/does.
Does Krow have a speech impediment?
He does! He’s had his stutter for many years, but has never gotten any kind of correctional therapy for... spoilery reasons.
How did Dove meet Krow?
There isn’t really a “canon” way (as of now) that Dove meets Krow, just that it was purely coincidental. So you can headcanon pretty much almost anything of how Dove and Krow meet. Examples I’ve listed before have been at the park, out just walking in public, the grocery store, maybe even your work. To Dove, it may have just been some run of the mill encounter.
For Krow however, it was life changing.
FOR ALL THAT IS HOLY WHERE IS THE NSFW ABC’S??!!!
I finally got you bae’s. It is right here
Okay what about his SFW ABC's?
They are right here!
oh good lord im getting embarrassed please keep me anonymous if you can fkekfndn
but um, may i request a bird call hurt comfort ? 👉👈
I got you bae.
(and I'm doing the Lily trick of just resubmitting an ask from my main ddjgdsfklg)
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Krow stepped through the apartment door with a sigh, closing it behind him and turning the latch to lock it behind him. “I-I’m home,” he announced to the air as he flicked on the hallway light, casting away the shadows and darkness of the place with a warm, yellow glow. He was greeted with a chipper ‘meowr’ and looking down, saw the familiar form of Mallow close to his feet. Krow leaned down, both to give the feline some pets as well as get his shoes off. It made him wonder about Fone. Was he home? Krow didn’t think the other male had work today, but, with how dark the apartment was upon coming home, it made him wonder if perhaps he had a sudden shift or, and this made Krow purse his lips with some concern, if it was something else.
The artist brought the bags of groceries to the kitchen, getting everything sorted and put away before he figured out the status of his partner. Krow walked to the bedroom they shared and– ah, ah, he should have known.
He saw the outline of the silver haired male on the bed, luminated by the glow of a phone, the only source of light within the room. And probably the whole apartment before he had come home. Krow closed the distance between himself and Fone, sitting down and nestling in close. Krow didn’t speak right away, and Fone didn’t either, with his voice or by communicating through text. Instead, the darker male just took the time to soak in his beloved’s presence, taking a deep breath and inhaling their scent. Krow’s immediate thought was that Fone very much needed a bath, and perhaps some other time he would have snarkily remarked on this fact. But not now. There was a time and place for his sarcasm and vocal bite, this wasn’t one.
“Why do you love me?”
Krow was surprised, both by the question, and the fact Fone broke the silence first. Krow shifted his position so he could actually see the silver male’s face. It was an expression that was familiar to him in a haunting, troubling way. A mask of careful emptiness, yet hiding a storm within.
“B-because you a-are my D-Dove, Fone. I’ll say it a-as many times as I have t-to.”
“But why me?”
“Why n-not you? I-I know what you want t-to say Fone. ‘It could be a-anyone else, y-you deserve s-someone b-better.’ I don’t want a-anyone else. I want you. T-there is no one b-better, than you. Because you are y-you, Fone.”
Krow wrapped his arms around the other male, pulling him to be up against his chest, pulling him back until the both of them flopped on the bed.
“I just,” Fone started, “I’ve seen… others… look at you. I can see how they smile at you and just–”
“A-and why are you l-looking at them, Fone? D-don’t look at them. J-just look at me. Look at m-me now.”
Krow loosened his hold so Fone could turn himself, facing the artist. This wasn’t a usual position they held, with Fone on top of him like this, but it wasn’t unwelcome. Krow reached up to cup the others face, bandaged hands and fingers brushing across moon white skin. “I-I’m not theirs. I will never be theirs. I am yours, a-and yours alone. Just as you are m-mine.” Krow tugged Fone down, their lips meeting together. Krow wanted to get across all the feelings he couldn’t convey through words alone through that kiss, that as they shared taste and breath, vitality intermingling, Fone could know his truth. It was just them. Them alone.
Fone nervously knock on the door to his friend's room, contemplating whether or not it was a good time to wake him up. It was 8 am in the morning after all but he couldn't wait any longer.
He stayed up all night preparing all of this, his first idea was to cook Krow something but it was out of the question so he did the next best thing but still have something.
The creaking sound of the door pull him out of his thought as he scrambled to hide behind a wall, his hair still somewhat poking out (that he isn't aware of), his face red as he waited for Krow's reaction.
At the step of the door was two little felt doll, each holding a part of a broken heart, sitting together and forming a full one with a bar of chocolate next to them tied in a small pink bow. There was a letter next to it, there wasn't much written on it besides "To my beloved - Fone" and words of admiration.
He just hopes he liked it.
(you can tell i went overboard sob sob im so sorry)
(this isn't overboard at all I love thissss.)
The previous night had been a long one for Krow. He had one of those long, arduous shifts at work, that seemed to be harder than usual. Was it because of the upcoming holiday? He wasn't sure. What he did know though was that he came home quite late (or was it very early?), merely having gone to his room and crashed.
Krow slept fairly peacefully, for the most part. The kind of sleep you have when you're quite tired, no dreams, just sleep. Although, he heard something, a sort of creaking noise. He stirred some, shifting in his bed and looking up. The door was open slightly (didn't he close it?) and his eyes scanned over and could see a tuft of silver hair peeking around the corner through the opening. Krow had to give a smile.
Getting up, Krow trailed out of bed and went to the door to see what it was that Fone wanted, and he didn't get far before he noticed what was at the floor. A pair of adorable felt dolls, each holding a piece of broken heart, yet when together, formed into one, along with some chocolate cutely tied off with a bow and a letter. The artist stooped down to retrieve the presents, opening the letter and reading it. The words caused the darked haired enby to smirk.
He pretended to not notice Fone around the corner, instead going to down his presents and waiting for Fone to relax... before catching the silver haired male off guard by wrapping his arms around him, giving a whisper into his ear.
"H-Happy Valentine's Day, m-my beautiful S-Songbird." He leaned in and gave a peck on the cheek and pulling away with a playful smile. Or was it a smirk?
I scenario I just thought of with my dove that is kinda funny but also kinda ✨a n g s t✨
Imagine Krow trying to kidnap Gabriel or being really unhinged/possessive and Gabriel literally being a detective that can legally carry weapons just pulls out a glock and is all like "Listen here you short little shit-" 💀
Little short shit nhdabfghdf
TW for guns, implied violence
Aight I see that and raise you:
Krow seeing this, and even in his... very unhinged, deranged and very much lacking sanity state, just gives an eerie smile to Gabriel, seemingly unfazed by them drawing out the weapon. Krow is slowly raising his hands, almost as if to surrender (is that what he is doing? Please?) but instead, Gabriel only watches, with some degree of horror, as the now green eyed artist curls his fingers around the barrel of the pistol. That manic looking smile still on his face, his fangs in clear view.
"A-and...? W-will you s-shoot me? Right here?" He asks, guiding the gun with his hands to point under his chin, "here, and the b-blood splatters, f-falling like rose petals a-around us? E-even if I d-die, I will still be here with you. Always."
And if Gabriel is sufficiently unnerved by this (and somehow hasn't pulled the trigger), that would be when Krow quickly wrestles the gun away from them (oh, how frightfully strong he is, for one so unassuming), grabbing them in a hold before tossing away the weapon with a sigh. "W-won't be needing that. S-sorry, my B-Beloved. B-but not for that."
Something covers Gabriel's mouth and nose then, and a sudden strong, sickly sweet smell starts to overwhelm the senses. There might be a struggle, but gods, how was he so strong? "Rest now, r-rest. Shhh..."
(I apologize for the mistakes, English is not my native language.) Please forgive me, but recently I had this scenario in my head:
The Crow and the Dove are married, they have a child. It seems that everything has been going well for a couple of years, but in the morning Crowe wakes up and sees that the Dove is nowhere to be found, as well as his belongings. The only thing there is is a note: "Crowe, I can't do this anymore, I don't have any feelings for you or the baby. I know you don't want to break up, but I don't want to see you or the baby, so I'm leaving alone. Take care of the baby, goodbye," and while Crowe is reading this, the Dove is already under a different name, has almost flown to another country and is going to settle in a small town without a phone and Internet.
How is Crowe going to look for a Dove, given that he also has to take care of a child?
(No worries about English not being your first language! You're fine hon I can understand the gist of the ask! (: )
But god damn Dove not having any love for your own child? My god. ):
Firstly, Krow is quite perceptive, so especially after marrying Dove (and lord having a child together, whether biologically or adoption), he'd be pretty in tune with his love's emotions, and do his best to check in and make sure everything is okay, and do all he can for Dove to feel better.
But after all his effort, his time, energy and love given to you, you STILL leave him AND your child Dove?
No lie, he'd be a bit pissed off.
Now, would him having to look after a young kid stop him from looking for and going after you?
Ha ha. No. (:
If anything, he'd become more determined to find you.
Krow is devilishly clever, persistent and sneaky. He could have easily picked up... other skills or hobbies that would help in keeping tabs on Dove over the years. And he has... certain contacts he could well make use of to find Dove (as well as look after the kid as needed). Even if it take him years, he will find you again.
You'll be living your new (lie filled) life, feeling like you've left it all behind. Content. Safe. You come home, get the door closed, locked, you shed off your coat, put your shoes away. Turn to look up, and there's a pair of sickly green glowing eyes staring at you.
"G-good evening Dove." is all you hear before you feel a nip, you struggle to keep your eyes open but you succumb to darkness.
When you awaken, you're somewhere both strange and yet so deeply familiar all at once. The most unsettling part though is the cage you find yourself locked up in, and you see two people looking at you, smiling. Krow, and a young child beside him. Krow's eyes are still that noxious green though.
"W-what did I t-tell you, sweetie?"
"You'd get (mommy/daddy/however they'd refer to you) back!"
"That's right~ N-Now we can b-be a happy family again."
"I want you Krow, I want you to touch me, just please be gentle with me!"
(She is begging Krow, help the girl out)
Lmao horny asks.
!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!
(I am... not good with smutty writing, I blame the fact I am quite ace lmao so please bear with/forgive me. I am very new to writing this lolsob.)
Krow looked upon Gemi, a slight smirk quirked on his lips and he moved in closer to them. "T-that's what I wanted t-to hear. A-and I promise I will b-be. J-just let me know if y-you're uncomfortable, o-okay?"
Truthfully, under the more confident exterior he bore, Krow was truly as nervous as his Dove was. He had never... been with anyone before. Never kissed anyone really, let alone done anything sexual with another person. While some anxiety did sit within, overall, he was more excited, even giddy, than anything. Reaching a tentative hand forward, he cupped the back of their head, fingers running through their hair, leaning towards them to press his lips against their own.
It was a rather gentle, even chaste kiss at first, soft and sweet, like a butterfly grazing past the skin. Krow waited for how Gemi would react, before he would go any further. As they opened their mouth against his, he deepened the kiss, pulling them closer to him, tongue meshing with theirs, tasting them. They were sweet, Krow would even say divine. He wanted to kiss and taste them forever.
His other hand trailed down their body, starting from their shoulder, brushing along down their chest, to the hem of their shirt, with his hand sneaking under the folds to feel against their skin. They were soft and warm, they felt so nice. He pulled away from kissing them for a moment, looking into their eyes with equal parts desire and tenderness.
"I-is this okay? C-can I... l-lift it up?" he waited until he had gotten a confirmed nod from Gemi,, his fingers hooked under the shirt and gently tugged it up and over their head, exposing their skin to the air. He looked to the bra and the straps, looking back to Gemi's face and had gotten another nod of approval. Krow moved his hands across their skin, delicately tracing abstract patterns with his fingers when he reached around to the backstrap of Gemi's bra, unhooking it with a little bit of fumbling before slowly trailing his hands up their back to slide the straps off their shoulders, letting the bra gently fall. Krow leaned back to better look at Gemi's body, his gaze trailing from their face, to their breasts, their nipples, and he smiled warmly.
"Y-you're beautiful Dove."
Krow closed the distance between himself and Gemi once more, catching their lips with his own. This time, the kiss was less chaste, less unsure. He kissed Gemi like they were the air, air that he so desperately needed after having broken through the surface of the sea. His hands wandered across their body more, one settling on a breast and the other their hip. He stroked the nipple, rubbing it in between two fingers lightly that elicited a moan from Gemi. Krow kissed away from their mouth, kissing instead along their cheek, down to their throat, inhaling their scent there; it was dizzying and intoxicating. He wanted more.
"T-tell me w-what you want Dove. H-how much y-you want it. How much you w-want me. I-I wanna hear your voice. Sing f-for me."
I came out to my parents as trans, they’re supportive and everything which is great. But I asked my dad to use he/him on me, he said he isn’t comfortable with it, and I’ll always be his daughter to him. And that we can’t deny the laws of nature. My mother thinks it’s a mental illness, they love me still but I’m still heart broken by it. Can we get Krow comforting MC on this? As well as his reaction?
Yeeeeeeeeeeeee let me see what I got.
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Krow sat patiently as you explained what had happened, telling of your coming out to your folks. He knew well beforehand of course, and he knew what a big deal it was. He has assured you before hand that no matter what would happen, he would support you.
He had hoped that maybe, just maybe, it would go well, that they would be understanding, encouraging even. That wasn't the case. Sure, it could have gone worse he knew. But it should have gone better.
Reaching a hand out to you, gently touching your own before tenderly pulling you into an embrace. Krow held you quietly for a bit, firmly but not in a way that was suffocating. It was safe, warm, in his arms. You felt the way he caressed your hair, listening to the two of you breathe, be, in each other's presence.
"I-I'm sorry, D-Dove." he finally says, breaking the silence, "I-I'm sorry that t-they weren't better. T-that they're not a-accepting of your t-truth. T-truly loving you, w-would be acknowledging that y-you're just as much of a m-man as any other."
Krow pulls away slightly, to be able to look you in the face, into your eyes as he says his next piece. You can tell by his expression he is quite serious. "I-I know who you are. I-I know you're a man. Y-you aren't going against a-any "law". You're my w-wonderful, amazing and m-magnificent S-Songbird. And I l-love you, f-for who YOU a-are, n-not what a-anyone wishes of t-thinks you should be. A-always live y-your life, y-your own way, your t-truth, D-Dove. And honor me t-the pleasure of s-staying by your s-side."
Dakota walks into Krow's room, holding whatever cup he was using to hold his paint water. "Krow, this water tastes weird aha," They say sunnily, taking another sip.
The second he tries to take the cup away they chug whatever's left. If the cup is disposable(idk why Krow would have a disposable cup in their house) they also take a bite out of it.
(Heyo!! I'm glad you liked the little thing I did for Dakota and Krow. And I'm glad you like Dakota, too! I personally adore Krow, they're so cool to me! A cool, funky lil birb person :3 I'll probably end up sending in more in-character asks later, I hope you don't mind too much. I hope you have a good day/night!)
That was weird. He left the room for just a moment and now his paint water cup was gone? It wasn't knocked over or anything so then...
Krow looked up and over when his dear Dove, Dakota, walked into the room. Carrying the mug of paint water. Krow's eyes widened in horror at what they said.
"D-Dove you d-didn't--"
Oh my gods they drank from it. They drank the paint water. Krow could only look onward with fear. "D-Dove! T-that's not w-water for d-drinking! T-that's for my paint!" He quickly steps over to get the mug back, but his terror only heightened as Dakota drank the rest of the paint water.
"DOVE NO!!"
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And that is how Krow drags Dakota to the hospital. Perhaps literally.
((I do! I very much love seeing the little Dove OC's people come up with and sending me asks regarding them. I still find it incredible people love this lil birb dork, to the point of making fanworks of him and still following this blog dfgskd;f Thank you for the ask!))
