#the crows

modern au where everyone’s afraid of the big bad dangerous gang the crows but then someone looks in the crows’ hideout just to see Dirtyhands bickering with the Corpsewitch about bananas or some random shit. the Wraith is balancing on the Sharpshooter’s shoulders whilst the Chemist chucks m&ms at the Sharpshooter and he tries to catch them in his mouth without dislodging the Wraith. the Fjerdan is in the corner with several pigeons and a duck he’d befriended outside. rasputin is absolutely blasting from a speaker somewhere. they have a human-sized cardboard cutout of the rat from ratatouille leaning against a wall. they have polaroids of all of them taped to the walls next to their arrest records and wanted posters. three different incense candles are burning at the same time. the only items in the fridge are a half-drunken jug of orange juice and a handful of avocados. the Wraith is now making friendship bracelets with the Corpsewitch while the Sharpshooter and the Chemist make out on the couch. these terrifying criminals are just fucking teenagers and they’re funny as hell.

Sometimes a family is a vengeful gang owner, a witch on drugs, a spider, a dyslexic runaway, a bisexual with a fantastic hat collection and a soldier who survived a cult

no one’s done found family better since leigh bardugo for six of crows