(Art credits go to justavona on Instagram, y'all should check them out :) the only thing I would like to change on this is he has a sword earring :) )

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩

♛ Yesterday ♛

ᴛᴏᴍᴍʏ

Finding the damn bird was the hardest part of sending this damn letter, because I am not riding all the way to just deliver a damn letter.

A raven stood on my arm, overtop of a cover to stop its damn claws from tearing me to pieces. The black bird stood with a little grey collar around its neck like a dog, long, grey beak open in a caw. Wilbur told me he had a messenger bird, I was expecting like a hawk or some shit, not a raven.

Nonetheless, I tied the letter to the color, and waited for the raven to fly off. It opens it wings to reveal beautiful black feathers, so dark they look blue. It takes off into the sky, some feathers coming out as it flew south.

"Stupid birds."

ᴛᴇᴄʜɴᴏʙʟᴀᴅᴇ

The heat of the sun was nonexistent, and the cold killed all of the crops, but I still work the fields. I had to dig up the dead potatoes that were peppered around the area. Dirt was caked on my clothes and under my nails, stains covering my trousers.

A shadow passes over head, a dark bird circled as it dipped down over me. I look up and see a black raven holding a berry branch in its mouth. It lands on my shoulder, talons digging into my shirt to my skin. I flinched, but made no move to shoo it away.

The raven had a letter stuck in a little grey collar around its neck, it was neatly folded and sealed with blood red wax. I gently pull the paper loose, the raven flew off as soon as the it was free from its collar, but staying around in the trees, resting its wings.

I teal the seal with my finger, the letter unfolding slightly as I opened the small piece of paper. It read,

ᴛᴇᴄʜɴᴏʙʟᴀᴅᴇ,

ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪs ᴛᴏᴍᴍʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴍ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇʟᴘ.
ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʀᴇᴄɪᴇᴠᴇᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ ᴏғ ᴀɴʏ ғᴏʀᴍ ᴏғ ɢᴏᴠᴇʀɴᴍᴇɴᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ғɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴ ᴜᴘʜɪʟʟ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴛʏʀᴀɴᴛ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴊsᴄʜʟᴀᴛᴛ.
ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇʟᴘ, ᴀ ʀᴇᴠᴏʟᴜᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡᴀɪᴛs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴏᴜʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇs ᴏɴ ɪᴛ.

ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴅᴀʏs ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɢᴇ, sᴏᴜᴛʜ ᴏғ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ, ᴏʀ sᴇɴᴅ ᴀ ʀᴇᴊᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ʙᴇɢ ʏᴏᴜ, ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴜs.

ᴛᴏᴍᴍʏ

I fold the letter back up, stuffing it into my pocket. I continued to work on tommy potato fields until the heartless sun fell behind the clouds, signaling the end of the day. An owl sounds through the area as I walked back to my house a few meters away.

The house wasn't big, never needed it to be, I only lived here. It was one story, had a small porch and a few windows, the roof slanted. My room was farthest away from the door and the rest was scattered.

The door swing slightly as I opened the door and closed it softly, didn't like slamming my own doors. Passing some bookshelves and a few open books, heading towards the washroom. I avoid my reflection for as long as I possibly can as I wash the dirt from my hands, only looking at myself as I dry my hands on the towel beside the mirror.

Canine teeth splitting my face open, tearing two lines on either side of my face. Teeth sharp as blades, forming bloody, painful scabs as I smile or laugh. I see a flash of red and blood is splattered across my face, white irises staring me down as a sword presses against my neck from my own hands, a sickening smile against my face, the teeth adding trickling down my face. I blink and it's all gone, everything but the blade like teeth.

Drying my hands was harder then expected.

My shirt goes first, throwing it into a basket in the corner with boots tracking mud all the way to my closet. I open the drawers and dig around for a black shirt. Finding it, I tug the material over my head, dragging it over the sharp teeth easily so I don't tear it. Then, I'm searching for more comfortable pants to sleep in. I find a pair of sweat pants and tug them on after shedding both my boots and my trousers.

I'm planning on taken part of the revolution, I plan on helping the boy Tommy, I plan on Anarchy.

But I need some sleep first, in the morning I'd travel north. I'd go to the village where I've been instructed to go to, and find Tommy, and a revolution would move forward.

♛

Waking up in the early morning was never fun, but it was necessary in these series of events. Stretching, I'm out of bed and going on with my normal morning routine, I shower, I eat a few berries for breakfast, and I go work on the fields.

But I'm not working on the fields today.

I'm at a closet, thumbing through the clothes hung up in the small box. A white collared shirt with belled sleeves, red cape with a fur lining at the top, black trousers with a red tying belt, golden boots, and my crown and sword. The crown was the best part of this, but also the worst.

The crown was a mess of golden metal, tips welded into sharp points that form a weapon of their own. The tips are stained with a dark, rust, though I know it isn't rust and the human I ran them through knew it wasn't rust, it was a layer of blood caked onto it, dripping down to the band of the crown.

(A/N Loki vibes- the picture wouldn't load up top so I'll put it at the bottom)

Blood for the blood god, I suppose.

The sun just barely flashed through the windows as I pull the outfit on, snapping the cape on last, and grabbing a bag already stuffed with supplies for the journey. When I get to the village, I'd just get new stuff.

I walk through the house one more time, checking things off in my head before heading out the door, gold boots clicking as I lock the door.

𝟷𝟶𝟼𝟻 ᴡᴏʀᴅs

This is my idea of Techno's crown, I think it works :))