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Dark Crow Creations

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Hello and welcome to my blog! This is a place where you can find all my art, photography and stories. I hope you will enjoy them as much as I did making them. Feel free to browse through what you like. And don't be afraid to message me if you want to talk to me or ask me anything. I don't bite. :3
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The Story of Sven Reinhard

A young child

Smart and wise

A son any father would want

He did as he was told

Never questioned orders

A perfect little boy

His father, a military man

Manipulating his child

Telling him how to live his life

His mother, never there

Left when the boy was small

Never intending to return

The boy listened

Wanting to make his father proud

Looking for love and praise

“Become a doctor, make me proud”

Words echoed in his head

Mixing with the other voices

This boy was different

Not a normal child

His father knew

He heard voices that weren’t there

Schizophrenia

He didn’t understand

They scared him

Mocked him

Left him crying alone

If he was bad

His father wouldn’t hit him

Or shout

He would keep calm

And let the voices do the damage

Holding back the boy’s medication

Once the lesson was learnt

He got his medication

The drug that sent them away

Such a quiet boy

Hardly noticed

And never bothered

Grew up alone

No friends, no love

Becoming cold and calculating

Became the man he was told to be

A brilliant doctor and scientist

Working with the man he hated

Following in his father’s footsteps

Working under him

In a secret group

Experiments of science

Illegal and hushed up

Lead by the boy himself

A proud man

Enjoying what he does

Despite it being against his will

Many years pass

Young man now older

Now changed forever

A ‘Mad Scientist’

One to avoid

Ruthless and void of emotion

Schizophrenia

Insomnia

Paranoia

A mentally unstable man

Such a helpful doctor

But a heartless scientist

Plotting and scheming

Wanting to end a life

Wanting to end the control

He wants to be free

Control his own life

Have his own opinion

Sudden chaos from a failed experiment

People running everywhere

A perfect chance

A shotgun to the face

Ended his father’s life

His final freedom

Now all alone

Living in his old house

The lab all quiet

No known family

No one to bother him

Just what he wants

Experiments of science

Illegal and hushed up

Now done by one person

This is what he’d always wanted

To live his own life

Live how he always wanted

Helping people in the hospital

As a doctor

Hiding a dark secret

In that old lab

Where no one can see

Dark secrets are hidden there

He wants no one in his life

No one to bother him

Intending to remain alone for the rest of his life

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A Glimpse of the Past

The bright morning sun rose over the horizon but didn’t reach one dark room in the house. This room had no windows so hardly any light came in unless it was from the crack under the locked door. Laid on a small bed with a hard mattress was a young pale looking boy of 15, curled up and awake as he couldn’t sleep all night. He was locked up in here for one reason; his two different coloured eyes. His parents saw it as a curse so he was locked up in here like some sort of prisoner. The boy didn’t know it was now morning until he heard people moving about outside the room. He stared at the door blankly, waiting to see if someone would come in or not; hoping that no one did as they would just be horrible to him. The lock clicked and he flinched, backing up into the wall and trying to shrink away. The door opened and the morning sun flooded into the room, making the pale boy cover his eyes to see who was there.

“Brother…” A small voice whispered.

It was a little girl of about 7 or 8 years old. She quietly shut the door behind her and walked into the room and climbed onto the bed next to her brother, hugging him with her small arms.

“What if mum and dad find out?” The boy spoke quietly, looking down at his sister and hugging her back.

“They’re still in bed, I’ll be okay.” His sister answered, not saying another word.

They hugged in silence for a while, not hearing the door slowly open to the room.

“Lucy! What do you think you’re doing?!” Their mum shouted, going over and pulling the small girl from the boy’s arms.

Lucy screamed and struggled against her mum and she was carried out of the dark room and back into her own. The boy pushed himself against the wall as his angry looking dad walked into the room after his mother left.

“Dad I’m sorry!” The young boy said desperately as he covered his head with his arms.

 The warm sun poured in through the window as the same boy suddenly sat up in bed; the only difference was he now had two wings, one midnight black, the other of the purest white. He looked around the large room which had an orange glow from the sun and let out a sigh. It had only been a dream of his past; a horrible memory.

“Brother?” The same voice asked as in his dream.

The boy with the reddish-brown hair looked up at the doorway and it was indeed the same girl, though she also had the same wings as him.

“Are you okay?” She asked in her small child-like voice.

“I’m fine Lucy. Just a bad dream…” He answered her, running a hand through his already messy hair.

The little girl, Lucy, climbed onto the large bed and crawled over to her brother. She sat next to him and hugged him as best as she could.

“It’s okay Lou-bear, it was only a dream.” Lucy said softly to her older brother.

“I know. I’m fine really.” Lou answered, hugging her back for a moment.

“Come on. Let’s get breakfast! Mark is already getting it ready for us.” She said happily as she let go and jumped off the bed, landing lightly on her feet. “I’ll see you down there.” She stuck her tongue out playfully and ran out of the room, going downstairs into the kitchen.

Lou laughed and got out of bed and pulled on a pair of black jeans before heading downstairs; he never bothered with a top, it was awkward with having the wings. Once at the bottom he went into the kitchen and saw Mark at the oven, boiling some eggs; he had messy black hair and black wings, also not wearing a top as he also found it awkward. Lucy was sat at the table swinging her legs and humming a little tune as she waited. It was just another morning for the three siblings.

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New Blog

Hey there everyone. I just wanted to let people know of a new blog I have made.

It’s for people who need someone to talk to as me ans Sven have wanted to do this for a while. We want to help people as much as we can. So please check it out or pass on this message for others to see. It will be greatly appreciated. Thank you.

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The Death of Sven Reinhard (AU)

“Shit!” The German cursed as he ducked behind one of his desks, just as the spiked tail of one of his creatures came flying past him. It had escaped and it wasn’t happy. But Sven refused to leave the lab, he didn’t want everything destroyed and he couldn’t risk his creatures escaping. “Gobutsu come on now…” He spoke to the creature, standing up and backing away. He knew it was useless, it wouldn’t listen to him. He froze however when he felt breath on his back. “Was?”

Turning around he came face to face with another one of his creatures, a horse sized white wolf. His situation got a whole lot worse.

“Nashimi…how did you get out?” He backed away from both creatures, ducking out of the room when the wolf went for him. He had to come up with a new plan now, and quick; before he got hurt or even before more escaped.

His sprint didn’t last for long though as he felt something catch the back of his leg and he tripped, falling onto the hard ground and quickly turning over.

“Nashimi…come on now, be a good wolf and go back to your room…” He tried to crawl away but the wolf was too quick; it’s huge jaw coming down and locking around Sven’s shoulder to keep him there. The German cursed loudly, especially when he was lifted up and pressed against the wall in that manner. He didn’t struggle however as he knew it was a bad idea, he didn’t want his shoulder any more injured than it was going to be. The situation was about to get worse for him though as he could hear Gobutsu coming down the corridor.

“Fick fick fick fick fick…” He cursed as he gripped onto Nashimi’s muzzle. “Es tut mir leid but I can’t let you eat me you over grown fur ball.” Leaning forward despite the pain he poked the wolf in the eyes and got him to let go. Not wasting any moment he ducked under Nashimi and ran as quick as he could, ignoring the growing pain in the right side of his body. Maybe he should have just got out of there while he could after all.

Scanning all the doors as he ran he noticed that he was near Nashimi’s room. “I could probably lure him there.” Slowing down to a walk he examined the broken door. “Not so good but I can solve this.” He mumbled to himself before listening out for growling. Quickly stepping into the room and hid near the door, knowing his blood will be smelt and followed. It wasn’t long before the wolf poked its head into the room, sniffing the air and sneaking further inside. Sven had to be careful now, especially to quieten his heavy breathing.

Now for the dangerous part. Stumbling out of his hiding place he skidded out of the room and quickly pressed the red button on the keypad next to the doorway. Thick metal bars came down over the doorway, trapping Nashimi inside his room.

“One down, one more temperamental creature to go.” He muttered as he staggered off to find Gobutsu.

It took him a while, mainly due to his injury slowing him down, to find Gobutsu. He was trying to get into the room where Sven kept the food for the creatures. ‘Rather him going for there than me.’ He thought to himself as he snuck further into the room. ‘How am I supposed to get him back into his room now? Think Sven, think!’  Sitting on the floor with his back against a desk he glanced to the side to watch Gobutsu. ‘Well both his eyesight and his sense of smell aren’t the best…but his hearing is really good. How could I use that to my advantage?’ Then the idea came to him. Picking up the nearest heavy object, a paperweight, he threw it in the direction of the next room. Gobutsu instantly stopped what he was doing and ran off in that direction, thinking it was Sven he heard.

“Okay, I don’t have much time…”

He knew his plan had been dangerous but it had been going okay so far. He’d managed to get into his store and take some of the meat out of there, leaving a trail to Gobutsu’s room so he could lure him there. But he didn’t have time to wait for the creature to wander this way; his time was already running out with his shoulder so badly injured. It was risky but he could have to shout him.

“Gobutsu!” He shouted, instantly hearing movement heading his way. “Okay, I didn’t quite think this through…” He didn’t have time to think before the large creature came around the corner, his eyes fixed on Sven.

“Scheiße…” He quickly pressed himself against the wall when Gobutsu ran at him; the sharp tail the creature possessed catching Sven in the stomach. The pain was becoming too much but he couldn’t give up yet, he had one more thing to do.

Forcing himself to stay on his feet he followed after Gobutsu, glad to see the creature had headed back to his room to get the food that had been left for him. Leaning against the wall as he walked, Sven got to the door and did the same as with Nashimi, pressing the button to shut off the room.

“I have to get out of here…” He only got halfway to the exit before he collapsed and slipped unconscious, the blood loss and pain becoming too much.

It was a few hours later that he was discovered by his husband, Sam. Who panicked and ran over to him.

“Sven? Sven?!” Sitting the unconscious German up, he leaned him against the wall and shook him a little. “Sven? Wake up!” He then took notice of the blood, all the blood. “W-What happened…”

A small, weak groan broke his thought process and he looked back at Sven, who slowly opened his eyes. “W-Was?”

“Sven! What happened?! Why are you injured? Why didn’t you call me or something?! You need help! Medical attention!” Sam was becoming hysterical and panicky so he wasn’t thinking straight at all.

“S-Sam…calm down…” He reached his uninjured arm out to Sam to try and quieten him.

“Calm down?! How can I calm down? Look at you!”

“I got in a spot of bother, Nashimi and Gobutsu got out. I had to get them back in their rooms…”

“Sven you idiot! You shouldn’t have done that alone!”

Sven started coughing rather harshly which ended up with blood.

“S-Sven?…”

“I’m sorry Sam…”

“No…don’t say that…”

“It’s too late…”

“Sven! Stop it! I can save you! We’re in your lab I-“ Sam choked on his own words as his words were replaced by sobs. “Don’t leave me…”

“I don’t want to Sam but…my body is already shutting down.” His words were getting all shaky and, for the first time since he was very small, he had begun to cry. “I-I don’t want to leave you.”

“S-Sven…” Sam threw himself on the other, hugging him tight and sobbing.

“Sam…S-Sam…it’s okay…it’ll be okay.” He could feel himself slipping away again and he knew he wouldn’t come back from this one. “Listen…you have to look after yourself, look after everyone else…”

“I can’t do it Sven, not without you…”

“You can Sam. You are stronger than you think. Have some faith in that.” He was fighting to stay conscious for at least a few moments longer. “Ich liebe dich. I love you, and I always will. I’ll never leave you, because I’ll always be in your heart. If you let me.”

“I’ll never stop loving you….I never want to stop loving you…ever…” Sam continued to sob, taking a while to realise he didn’t get a response out of Sven. Moving away slightly to look at him; Sven had his eyes closed but a small smile on his face. He wasn’t breathing and in that moment, Sam realised he’d lost the only person he’d ever loved.

(Well this was actually I second attempt at writing one for this. I didn’t like how the other was going so I did this instead. To me it seems a little rushed but whatever. Now excuse me while I go sob in a corner. ;w;)

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The End of Mr. NoFace

(The first of many stories where someone wanted to see what my characters would do if they were going to die. This one came to mind first and I’m actually nearly crying because of it. Have some feels. And no, I’m not explaining the ending. hehehe >:3)

Stumbling into his home, he kicked the door shut behind him and leaned again the wall, holding his wounded side. It didn’t look good for him at all. Pushing himself up from the wall he stumbled from the hallway and into his living room. ‘No good, I’d be better off upstairs.’ He thought to himself as he left the living room to crawl his way up his stairs, leaving bloody marks on his walls and floor. Once at the top of the stairs he pulled himself back to his feet  and managed to drag himself into his room. His breathing was heavy from all the effort and from the wound that was slowly killing him. It looked that being different had finally got him into trouble he hadn’t been able to escape from. A small chuckle escaped from behind his mask, quickly turning into harsh coughs that ended up in blood. Finally unable to stay on his feet any longer, he masked guy stumbled backwards and tripped over his bed. He lay there for a moment, staring up at the ceiling before he could feel more coughing coming on. Shooting bolt upright he began to cough again, the coughs becoming breathless and painful. From all the coughing and having to shift his mask to the side, it had become askew on his face and blood stained. Making it almost look like he was from a knock of Jason Voorhees film.

“Why am I still doing this…” Weak words escaped his lips. From the man who was thought to have been unable to utter a word. The one who only laughed and acted out of the ordinary.  Someone who wasn’t normal, who didn’t fit in. But right now he was just an average boy who got himself mixed up with the wrong people.

“Looks like I have no more need for you now Mr. NoFace.” Lifting the mask off his face he put it down on his bedside table where it usually sat while he slept. “It was nice being you while I could.”

A small smile came to his lips as he lay back on his bed again, the sheets now stained a deep red. “I thought it would be best if I went, not as you, but as who I should be. A little ironic I know, considering I always wanted to be different. But it’s what I want. You’ve come to your end, now it’s time for mine.”

‘The hours I used to spend staring at this ceiling, wondering what I could do with my life. Now, in the end, it was just the same…’

Slowly he closed his eyes and let out a long breath, the last he would ever have. But that smile stayed on his face even after his heart had long stopped beating.

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Random drabble on Jared.

Brainwashing, social control…why didn’t I think of this before. It’s a perfect plan to get what I want, to rule the world how it should be. Classical conditioning is perfect, brainwashing is great; manipulating thoughts and memories. These are the things I must do to the people I wish to keep in the world while I rid of the unwanted. I will figure out a way to do this successfully and for the long term. I’m smart enough to do this and far too powerful to be stopped. No one will get in my way or stop my plan and what I will eventually achieve. People will listen to me whether they like it or not, or perish under my hands. One day I will have my dream. My parent’s dream…No! It’s my dream! I always wanted this! After being pushed around for most of my life and used; I’m going to have my turn to push people around and make them follow me instead. I am better than everyone, I have a right to rule this pathetic world and change it for the better. This world will eventually belong to me!

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You asked for it

(It seemed that some of you well two wanted to read the sad drabble I wrote on Sven. So here it is. It’s only a small part of what would be a bigger story. Sorry for my bad writing. This is him and his husband who is my friend’s oc)

“Sam! What are you doing?!” Sven stopped when he entered the room.

Stood there was Sam, covered in blood and facing the monster that had been chasing them through this mansion.

“Sven…I didn’t think you’d come looking for me here.” He smiled even though it was a false one. “Look, it’s too late for me. If you get out now, I can hold it off until you are gone.”

“No way Sam! Do you think I’m going to leave you like this? I’m not going to let you die! I’m not going to lose you!”

“Sven listen!” Sam shouted, making the other German go silent. “I said it’s too late. I won’t make it out of here. I’m trying to save you!”

“I don’t think I’d be able to cope…” Sven spoke quietly.

All the while they were arguing, the creature had been watching Sven with a hungry look in it’s many eyes. Turning suddenly it went for him; but Sam was faster.

“Sven!” Pushing him out of the door he shut it after him so he was trapped with the monster.

“Sam! No!” Sven had fallen out of the room and had landed on the floor but he didn’t stay that way for long. Getting up he went back towards the door but froze when he heard a thump and a whimper. 

“No!” He pushed against the door but it wasn’t moving. With little hope left he started banging his fists on the door, screaming in German.

“Sven…” A quiet and weak voice sounded from the other side. “I’ll always love you…” He let out a soft sigh that sounded somewhat happy before everything went silent.

“Sam? S-Sam…answer me you idiot!” Sven was getting desperate now and he could feel tears welling up in his eyes. Sliding to the floor he put his head on the door and let the tears fall. It had been the first time in years he’d cried. He’d never felt sadness like this, a tight and painful feeling in his chest. He just couldn’t accept he was gone.

“Sam…don’t be dead…bitte…I can’t live without you. Lass mich nicht alleine…” His voice cracked as painful sobbing took over. “Ich liebe dich auch…für immer.” He broke down, unable to take it anymore.

Somewhere in the distance he could hear the others calling his name but he didn’t care. Why would he want to escape now when all he lived for had been taken from him?

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