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Here are my frames for The Best Frames We Know project !

It was amazing to be able to join the project, everyone on the server is so nice and so skilled. Thank you Ez for making all of this possible !!

I had a lot of fun working on these, I experimented a lot and I think I finally understand how krita works ? (fingers crossed)

Harpy Hare, where have you buried all your children?

You can't keep them all caged

They will fight and run away

Mother, tell me, so I say

catcrow coded--

There needs to be a catcrow edit to rule 34 by fish in a birdcage, hear me outtttttttt 👌👌👌👌👌✨✨✨✨

I present our favorite handsome little crow stuffed in a boy suit.

@montythehumancrow

i love you fics that have other members of the agency offer Monty their own family names to help him remove his association with Esther. "Monty Green," "Monty Sasaki" what if i cried

(apologies for turning a sweet thing silly, but i can imagine a scenario where Crystal is (lovingly) annoyed by being teased for her elaborate surname and asks Monty to take it so she's not the only one xvsbbdnxnsnskksjdhsn)

can we all take a minute to appreciate Monty for waiting outside the butcher shop for Edwin at an ungodly hour in the morning? He only met Edwin the day before and probably went straight home and made his little astrology chart, and then needed to show Edwin as soon as it was done. The trio was in the Devlin house overnight and they get out just before dawn, so it must have been sooo early in the morning but Monty was already there when they get home, sitting and waiting. All for a chance to speak to Edwin (and I know it was all part of Esther's plan but I also just know that he was sitting on that bench being just soooo excited to see Edwin again)

DBDA DND AU (great abbreviation)

Half elf Wizard Edwin, used to be a cleric but the "God" he was following turned out to be a bad one who gladly accepted one of his own followers as a sacrifice when Edwins companions decided to sacrifice the half elf. (they were all elves, and looked down on him in many ways)

Half elf Barbarian Charles (no one expects it, when the half elven smiling boy suddenly rages and takes down several opponents in one swing) also would he dabble as an Arteficer. (I was considering Paladin, but the only Deity he'd swear to is Edwin)

Half elf Druid Crystal, speaks for itself honestly. It suits her nature (lmao)

Elf Cleric Niko, her little gods live in her pocket 💙

Guys I'm definitely on time for this, trust me-

Week 1: Putting Up Decorations

This HC thingy is set in an AU where Monty, The Cat King/Thomas and Niko are left at Port Townsend while Edwin, Charles and Crystal return to London. The Case:Dismissed trio.

The Cat King often magics the smallest bit of holiday decor in the cannery for his servants: sparse tinsel, glittery snowballs, and lots of fragile ornaments dangerously hung on Christmas trees. When he adopts Monty off the streets he spots the crow-boy's eyes googling at the glittering ropes of Christmas lights that litter most of the neighborhood houses. He didn't judge Monty and instead mulled over making the cannery look less of a minefield. Plus he wants to entice a certain ghost that has been depressively loitering around Tongue and Tail and stares at him heartbroken.

So Thomas stays up one night and digs around to see what his two 'captives' enjoy. Monty's interetst are distastefully obvious; astrology. He was unsatisfied however and looked a bit deeper and noted that the pretty boy liked shiny things: bracelets, rings and other trinkets. Maybe Thomas will get something like a friendship bracelet for Esther's past familiar. Niko was more difficult to find a gift for. He easily found that she enjoyed yaoi but he had not been able to find what she had and had not read. Plus he has little knowledge on such things (as of now) so he wouldn't know where to start so he spots this small crocheted T. Rex and he magics his own yaoi version(s) of the plush and tracks back home satisfied with himself.

He manages to convince Niko to come to the cannery later that week. And despite easily being able to put up more decorations with a snap of his fingers he invites Monty to go shopping at their local department store. Watching the crow prance through the aisles feverishly emptying things into their cart. He didn't let Monty believe he went soft though, he nitpicked a few of his items, mostly things that looked like rainbow vomit and anything too cute; or things that his cats would immediately shove down their throat. Thomas and Monty make it to the cash register with a cart full of dusty rugs, partially dead flowers, seasonal candles, and a tube of premade cinnamon roll dough.

Monty turns out to be a rather dangerous baker, spilling half the pack of frosting on a cat and somehow in his hair before Thomas can stop him. The cinnamon rolls themselves are for some reason mouth wateringly delicious and it lures the ghost inside. He summons a pot of tea with china cups and keeps an eye on the pile of cinnamon rolls making sure they never truly run out cause fuck they're addictive.

The three murmured, hunched over drinking out of a classy set of tea cups that would normally be in the thousands, and covered by furred blankets Monty couldn't part with so Thomas bought three for this exact situation.

They didn't talk much about anything, avoiding the sour topic of the dead boy detectives that had changed their lives and opting for shoving their mouths with delectable sweets. Monty was the first to start rambling on about useless things and Niko made a few comments about her yaoi sometimes wrapped around that. Thomas sat back as the two calmly bounced back and forth in their conversation and only requested for Niko to stay during the holiday season just until new year's. Niko mulls over it and decides to stay. After all watching Jenny struggle while tearing down her room is only making her feel worse. Plus the cats were very persuasive.

So the three spend their holidays in the cannery enjoying tiny sweet pastries and warm drinks. Hanging garland and wrapping up make-believe presents as if they're close friends and really do want to share time with them. Monty and Thomas curl up next to each other as Niko recounts one of many plots of her yaoi or all three of them wrap up in a blanket and watch Scooby Doo and ignore how teenage detectives ruined their lives. One day however Thomas finally chooses to present the small little gifts he got for the two. Melting when Niko squeals when she spots the tiny plush and his eyes widening as she envelops him in a warm hug. Monty's reaction is a bit more reserved but his eyes sparkle the same mystified when he saw the eye watering christmas lights earlier that winter. He doesn't shrug off the childish gift and instead sincerely thanks Thomas for everything.

Niko, Monty and Thomas spend that night a tad bit familiar with each other, weaving roots in each other's presence and seeing each other as family moreso friends. Even if it was December 29th, four days after Christmas, it seemed like the most magical day of their troublesome years. A holiday belonging to them and only them. They didn't need a group of dead boy detectives and a psychic girl, they just needed each other and life would be brills.

Please look at this very much superior post, which gave me the idea in the first place and reminded me that ice slating does very well exist:

Prompt: "This was supposed to be fun"

Charles and Edwin finished solving a case about a ghost who was drowned in a lake and afterward decided to go ice skating as a little celebration and date. Well an unexpected icy snowball strikes Charles and he falls, falls through the ice underneath his feet and falls into the frigid depths. But swimming as a ghost is something quite different from swimming with a corpse and all while you're practically reliving how your living self died in the same tragic setting? That's killer. Charles isn't simply panicking but his brain is completely turning off, primal instincts overriding any last shreds of control he had over his body. He's thrashing in the water like a shark with its fins cut off, utterly helpless.

Edwin is there though. He fishes Charles out of the lake, draping his outer jacket over his hysteric and violently convulsing partner and brings him back to the office. He lays Charles on the couch and moves the entire sofa beside the building's radiator (something originally intended for crystal). He politely pokes his head in Crystal's room-- quite literally-- requests as many blankets she's not using and piles them onto Charles.

When he wakes up/comes to his senses the next morning Edwin is there professionally sitting on the floor beside him and drinking hot cocoa while reading a book. Charles takes his cup and has a sip, shivering at the moist sensation of his clothing sticking to his skin.

Cat king core

Esther Finch Unicorn design for more dbda mlp au

Found this AU (dbda mlp au) and had the immediate thought of what if Monty was a dragon. Like he's this "small", cute manned dragon (or wyvern I've been tossing it around) that Esther bought as an egg and never actually tried to teach him anything so his brain is very stunted. He's practically an oversized cat. Most of the time she uses him for the flame postal service and retrieving items, mostly minimal tasks she can’t spend her precious time on; that and using his feathers as an unlimited supply of quills :3. Plus having a fire breathing dragon is good when heating a cauldron.

Esther most of the time has a spell that keeps some chains looped his snout and chained to something moving to partially muzzle him and keep in a confined area. When Charles and Edwin retrieved Becky Aspen they had the strange feeling like they were being watched and Charles swore he could hear the scraping of metal when he was on the case. Making the house’s atmosphere even more unnerving. After they saved Becky, Esther was like, fuck it, and turned him into a pony to get revenge, gotta lure those kids.

Not the most plausible (?) cause like it changes some of the aspects by a lot, but like some goofy probably crack HC. Anyways have some dragon Monty doodles.

What if I was a repressed gay ghost from 1916 and I confessed my love for you on the Stairway To Hell™️ and you made an Orpheus and Eurydice reference and you admitted you're not in love with me back but a secret third thing (so devoted the lines blur) and told me we had an eternity to figure out what that means for us and that we're still best mates just like we've been for the last 30+ years. What if I was Edwin Payne and you were Charles Rowland. What then.