#megacrow

[mister-bloom]

You know I’ve just been day dreaming about Mister Bloom going head to head with Megacrow(if anyone even remembers who that is) for the better part of an hour. Bloom is prbly the only person who could stand a chance against him. Because yeah he can match him in giant size proportion but also he’s a bitch to kill. it’d be carnage to each other and Gotham as a whole if those titans duke it out.

~Wistful sigh~

[crtzmo]

King Kurasu — Daikanyama, Tokyo #megacrow #deluxecrow #thatsabigbird #kawkawkawkaw #CCwalks #commuteredition (at 代官山 蔦屋書店 DAIKANYAMA T-SITE) https://www.instagram.com/p/BqyF9DgDTwb/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1c7bu7mjuvtu0

[fallbeil1]

Eat your greens...

[higgystar]

Fanfiction: Fear school

WARNING: Gore within. Megacrow is in here, so you should know what to expect. 

Megacrow hums loudly as he places them on the table, shifting with a crack of his joints as he hunts out for more items. On the table the young Jonathan Crane waits politely, holding onto a squealing Minicrow by the hand as the youngest version of themselves tries to run around and see everything at once. “Big brother, let’s make some spooky tea! I have a rubber snake to put in it and it will scare spooky Daddy too! Hroo!”

The giant returns with a jar, his strong yet spindly fingers unscrew the lid before placing the glass container on the table. The Riddler inside squeals in fear, trembling on the spot as the younger Cranes peer at him. Megacrow growls loudly, leaning down to rest beside them and let them have their choosing of the array of terrifying props he owns.

Jonathan is rather hesitant, a little unsure of himself as he picks through the weapons laid before him. Minicrow however, has no problems and before long he’s swinging off of Megacrow’s hair above the jar, howling hroos and hraas loudly as he drops rubber snakes and spiders into the jar. There isn’t much of an effect, the Riddler within merely squishes the bugs and has the sense to tell the difference between a rubber and real snake. Still, Minicrow seems perfectly happy with the results and continues swinging back and forth on his ‘Daddy’s’ hair, babbling on about how spooky he was.

Megacrow, as bloodthirsty and horrific as he is, doesn’t bat an eyelid at the child playing about his hairline, and even rocks his head a little to give him more of a swing. The beast turns his attention to Jonathan, cold eyes locking onto his form and bloodstained teeth clacking together as he grins at the ground glass mixed with boiling water he has decided upon. Hraii-ing in joy, he lifts the bowl filled with water and slowly pours it into the jar.

Minicrow squeals in delight, dropping from his swing to Megacrow’s open palm and clapping in delight at the show. The Riddler within is screaming in absolute pain, writhing in agony as his skin blisters and burns, each step of agony causing more pain as the ground glass digs into scalded skin. The jar fills quickly, swirling with burnt flesh, blood and ground glass that makes every second of the Riddler’s last few moments of life the most painful he’s ever experienced. It makes Jonathan chuckle a little.

When he’s properly drowned, Riddler’s body bobs lifelessly in the water, swollen in blisters and deep red to the point that it’s hard to see his facial features anymore. The ground glass glints a little in the light, almost like glitter.

Of course the main point of this exercise is not to watch a Riddler die, but rather to put the fear of God into the remaining few. Megacrow lifts his boys up on his palm, taking them over to the shelves of jars and grinning at them all. Minicrow starts the call off, hrooing and hraaing in his childish ways before Jonathan joins in, the long, loud cry of Megacrow swallows their cries but they continue anyway. A trio of Scarecrows showing their superiority to the world and watching as the Riddler’s all tremble in utter terror.

Lesson learned. 

[the-dreams-box]

Diana's Logbook: Info about Gotham City

I finally have the information to the “why” we are in Gotham City… Pfff… After Metana-san, we see… Eh! Megacrow?!? She is serious?! I did some research on the rumors about him: they say he’s a monster of the darkness and that all who see it gone with him… Nothing to hear this, I prefer to not see it or believe it has its existence… I must look for people who could make sure and prove its existence…

But who should I see?

[miraclemango]

RGB trembles, his screen flashing into blasts of static every so often as he tries to wriggle free from the grasp of the creature. Above him the giant face leers, growling and snarling at him with bared yellow teeth a writhing tongue and eyes that glow yellow in the darkness. He struggles fruitlessly as the beast hroos and hraas at him, trying to keep a level head and think of a way to get free safely. Megacrow roars in excitement, leaning down to chew on the corner of his headset. Static burst.

:JSDKLFJ FDJ JESUS

RGB OH NO

[higgystar]

Nash meets Megacrow

Prompt: could we introduce Nashton to MegaCrow? – anon

Carefully, warily he steps forward, gazing up and around his current place of imprisonment to find a glass wall between himself and the outside world. Tapping it he realises he’s in a jar of some kind, large enough to hold an adolescent boy with plenty of room to spare. His bedding from before is cotton wool, at least a thousand times larger than the cotton wool balls he uses to help disinfect his numerous injuries back at home, and probably a thousand times softer too. Nash scowls and bangs on the glass, trying to find out what exactly is going on here, more annoyed than scared as he knows he should be. “Hello? Anybody there? I’d like to get out of this jar please!”

The response he gets is not one he expects at all, instead of someone replying to him with words, instead all he hears is a loud growl. It makes the glass jar he’s in shudder, quake and vibrate on the shelf he’s on, making him fall to his backside in the cotton pile. Then he sees it and suddenly he’s not feeling so brave anymore.

From the shadows ahead of him steps forth a creature so huge he can’t believe what he’s seeing. It looks to be a giant, a creature of myth and wonder, growling at him darkly as he it reaches out to take his jar. He squeaks in fear, trying desperately to shuffle back further into the cotton, hide himself from the glowing yellows eyes. Nash can feel himself trembling, burying into the fluffy down and peeking out as the creature grumbles, making low noises that seem to be appreciation. As a tongue as large as a lorry reaches out to stroke across the outside of his glass prison he gives up on trying to watch and dives into the cotton, hoping its soft layers will somehow protect him, give him the comfort that he desperately needs right now.

He suddenly doesn’t feel safe at all.