#crow dividers

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crow/raven dividers

ᐳ ᐳ please refer to my pinned post for divider rules ᐸ ᐸ

requested by anon - hi anon 😊 i wasn't able to find any blinkies

[popmilky]

hiii i rrly love your icebear pfp he is such a mood

anyway

could you maybe do a crow/raven banner?

I'd like to use it :)

thank you! i hope you like these, they were so much fun to make!

please like/reblog if you use! credit is appreciated! requests: open buy me a ☕?

[gemini-tenshakha]

TKATB SPOILERS

Idk if anyone has figured this out / found it already but if you input either Crowe/Sol's last name as your own in the part where you can input your name.

So basically if you input 'Brugmansia' as your last name, Sol says:

"I..."

"Haha..."

"In a hurry aren't we?"

"I'd love to share the same last name with you..."

"But I need you to remember."

While if you input 'Ichabod' as your last name, Crowe says:

*chuckles*

"I'm flattered... That you see me in that way."

"A dream come true nonetheless..."

"Ahh..."

"But this isn't how our story starts... Didn't it?"

If you're wondering what it says for the other characters it's just:

"Oh?"

"What a naughty little thing you are."

"You can't use [Claire/Sugimoto/Oogami/ Helianthus/Sitrus], little lamb."

"This isn't how fate works."

[random-twst-things]

Mc/Y/N/Yuu, holding a bat after P.E: I'm not going to school tomorrow

Crowley, looking between Mc/Y/N/Yuu and the bat: And why is that perfect?

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: Because I fucking hate this school and it's unbearable workload (Crowley's workload)

Crowley: Understandable- Have a good day! And tomorrow! 😃

Mc/Y/N/Yuu, swinging the bat around: I better 🫵🏽

Crowley: ....😄

Dividers by/from @/cafekitsune

[n109hunter]

WIP Wednesday - 'first kiss'

pairing: sylus x mc word count: 720 summary: *chanting* first kiss, first kiss, first kiss tags/warnings: first person, first kiss! a/n: I have a good several dozen scenarios in my head at any given time for a 'first official kiss' for SyMC but lo! I've finally started writing one of them! Like Sunday's Snippet, it's technically incomplete, but I think a nice stand-alone treat for now on it's own.

Sylus’s finger brushed my lips with such a slow and delicate touch that if I closed my eyes I might have thought I was dreaming. I couldn’t close them though, instead my focus was locked entirely on his face, the rest of the world fading to a blur. The only clear thing I could see, there was no way I could miss the aching look in his eyes, or the way his gaze scanned down to my mouth and lingered there, his own lips tightening almost imperceptibly - if I’d blinked I would have missed it.

My chest ached and I knew without a trace of doubt the pain was the same as the one I could see in his eyes. I needed this distance between us gone, need to touch him and taste him without any more restraints.

‘Kiss me.’ I couldn’t make myself speak, half-afraid I’d startle that sweet look of longing from his face, or otherwise ruin this moment, but every fiber of my being was pleading with him. ‘You can read my thoughts and desires so easily every other time, so read them now.’

His thumb trailed down over my chin, and I knew in the next instant it would fall away completely. He would stop touching me, and with each second the distance between us would grow. In fierce resistance, I lifted my hand to grasp his, holding it there in the space between us before he could slip any further. His brow arched slightly, gaze returning to mine in question - searching.

Then he smiled, that soft half-smile that carried a tinge of bittersweet. Bending his fingers around mine he held it against his chest and leaned closer, our foreheads a hair away from bumping.

“You look like you want to say something.” His voice was an intimate whisper, a hungry growl barely restrained in the back of his throat and smoothed into something closer to teasing. Yet again he was holding back, encouraging me to step forward.

Well, fine then. If this was how our song and dance went, I knew exactly what my next step ought to be: One I won’t regret.

I shake my head. No, I don’t want to say anything.

Slipping my hand from his I bring both to the sides of his face, holding him steady as I tiptoe up to press my mouth to his, closing my eyes. I feel him tense briefly, and then ease with a quiet sigh.

The ache in my chest transforms, elevating from pain into a thrilling joy that sings in my heart and fills my lungs with a clear warmth. As if every part of my being is saying: Yes, finally. As if acknowledging that this was the truth I’d been denying, the simple joy I’d deprived myself of.

When I pull back his eyes are still on me, and I can barely read the look on his face. The warmth and relief I see isn’t entirely foreign, but it’s on a level I can’t recall ever witnessing before. It’s almost… dreamy, like maybe he thinks he’s dreaming. But only for an instant until I see clearly that some key restraint has been released, and he is kissing me again. Hard, hungry, my mouth parts for his without hesitation, yielding just as eagerly to the depth of his wanting.

His arm circles around my waist, pulling me up flush against him and his hand cradles the back of my head. My fingers rake back through his hair and hold him fast as his tongue flirts with mine. We savor each breath that passes between us, the radiant warmth that threatens to melt us into one. I have never felt so hungry and so satisfied at the same time, a constant want for more that is constantly answered with his own desire. We take and we give unraveling at our edges and re-weaving together. Whole.

“Sylus…” Panting, my voice is a whine when, at some blurry point, we finally part, lips wet and sweetly aching for more. I understand the word ‘insatiable’ more than I have ever before. In and of itself kissing him is almost overwhelmingly satisfying, I can barely get my thoughts straight beyond wanting to keep kissing him. But the need in me is searing, echoing a chorus: ‘More, more, more.’

[uzmacchiato]

Love And Deepspace Dividers 🌊

Request Completed!

Requested by : @bunbun-mochi Hope you like it 🙊 I added all the dividers in one place 😁

Feedback is appreciated 🥺🫶🏻

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[tenshikawa]

favourite part of you w. makoto yuki, akira kurusu, goro akechi

makoto likes your eyes best of all. your gaze melts into him like watercolour on a canvas, and reminds him that there are still things out there to live for. wherever you're looking is whatever's important to you, and he pays close attention to what you pay close attention to.

akira likes your hands the most. those same, capable hands that swat him lightly from his nudging and teasing are the same hands that patch him up gently after a fight. his are calloused from rough work, but yours remain blessedly smooth - a reminder of everything he's seeking to protect. (and, like, he just likes holding them, you know?)

akechi... likes your neck. not necessarily in a weird way, but there's something about letting him getting so close to you that corresponds to the vulnerability he always sought with another human being. he's reduced to someone small, craving nothing but comfort and affection from you whenever he gets to tuck himself away into your side and drop the act that is the celebrity detective.

leave a rb and a follow if you enjoyed! ♡

[screamingcrows]

Pianist!Sunday x Ballerina!reader

Note: Just fluff. Sunday plays 'fantaisie-impromptu' (from his trailer). @mewnbuns idk the pianist Sunday worm got me again. 700 words.

A smile threatened to break your otherwise exhausted bearing, the familiar melody urging mind and muscle alike to relax. No one else seemed to mind the accompanying music, too busy going over positions for the corps to notice the satisfied look Sunday sent you while his fingers danced across the keys.

Distancing yourself from the group was easy under the guise of fetching your water bottle, moreso since you wouldn't be on stage during the part currently being modified.

Sunday had played this piece, your favourite, a total of three times. Once, when he had just started piano lessons in an attempt at cheering you up. It had sounded horrible, his hands far too small and clumsy for a piece as complicated.

He wordlessly shifted to make space for you to sit, quite the feat without losing a single note. It did your legs good, calves aching from the strain of the last few hours despite how you tried to stretch and relax the muscles throughout the rehearsal.

A single, out of tune note was accompanied by a sharp breath from Sunday, no doubt he would claim the culprit to be how you'd let your head drop to his shoulder (and maybe pulling a little at his hair and feathers in the process).

The second time he played it, he'd just returned after three years away, his parents having decided there were too many 'distractions' for him to live up to his full potential. You had no doubt he'd meant it to be a peace offering of sorts, perhaps an apology. A way to show that his absence hadn't been for nothing.

Your eyes fluttered, letting the warmth from his body and the serenity of his music envelop you. Back then, it had sounded nothing like this. There had been nothing soothing in his rigid posture, nor the harsh way his fingers demanded the piano obey.

Now, the melody was a lifeline, a shelter for your heart to rest. Even his scent was softer, the change apparent as you slowly pressed into the crook of his neck. Books read by candlelight, light summer rain, and the freshly dried ink of a love letter. It was all tangible, right there with him.

There were parts you failed to recognise, your brow quirking at the addition of a slower section. You swiftly decided that it suited the piece, making it feel more complete and balanced.

"So not only are you disrespecting the composer's wishes by playing a piece published post-mortem," you whispered once the music faded and Sunday's hands returned to his lap, "you've gone ahead and made changes as well?"

Although he kept his voice low and eyes focused on the swarm of people in the studio, the satisfaction of his words wasn't lost on you. "What is life if not a series of events out of our control? I doubt it will bring him any grief now."

"Oh because he's decomposing?" Sunday tensed for a moment at your comment, the grey feathers tickling your lips and making you sputter no doubt deliberate. "You've certainly changed your outlook"

The warmth in his eyes left you short on air when he gazed down at you, "I had to. It was impossible to bear the thought of losing you to what they made me be."

Heat pooled in your chest and crawled along beneath your skin, surely adding to your already flushed appearance. Sunday seemed to notice too, eyes widening momentarily before his wings drew closer, shielding parts of his face in the same endearing way he always did when embarrassed.

Your hand had barely found his cheek, drawing him in for a kiss when the choreographer's voice rang out, "Okay lovebirds, the sooner I'm satisfied the sooner you can go home and continue. For now, I need my soloist."

Sunday nearly choked on air as you scrambled to get up, adjusting your skirt and tapping the box of your pointe shoes against the floor in nervous habit. You couldn't help but smile brightly, even if you'd rather take his hand and bring him as your partner, this was still far better than not having him at all.

[loadingbones]

Hi! Oli from Bluesky here, since I saw u having requests open! 🤭🤭

May I interest you in the idea of doodling an Eileen? 👉👈✨

Hope you're having a great day, always love seeing your art!

Fellow Yorkshire person 💅🏻

Thank u for the req! >:3 ♥️

[hiro-h0taru]

CROWE(Jericho) ICHABOD

This is just a rough sketch of Crowe that I drew :^

(Minor spoiler!)

(I'm still bawling my eyes after what happened in the bad ending)

Divider by: @cafekitsune

Fandom: The kid at the back by @fantasia-kitt

[lu-dao-writes]

— PERSONA; TKaTB

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ you had a debt to pay, and working multiple jobs while also trying to keep up with your studies just isn’t going to cut it. but you know what they say though: sex sells. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

Drabbles

✿꫶⃨ mr. spider

there’s a spider in your room. watching.

✿꫶⃨ mr. 222

your very first encounter with mr. soulmate.

𑁍ࠬܓ i’ve wanted to do this idea the moment i played the game, and I also want to practice with horror. this is extremely nsfw, and absolutely no minors should be viewing this. the creator of the game is fantasia-kitt!

[brontios-helm]

Destiny 2: Crow And Cayde

[dasiesanddarkness]

do you think leigh used 30 million kruge so she could split it among haskell and the crows really easily

[thecutestgrotto]

could you do crows? I think they’re adorable

Hey anon! I have some Ravens here that would work but I made these as extra. 🩵🌸

Crows

Spooky Masterlist

[k1ssyoursister]

Hi it's me again. I was wondering if you could do a Raven (bird) style please and thank you

hi!! sorry for the super super late response... I've had a lot of things going on. here are a few, when I get more time I can make more for you, just leave a comment and/or make another ask to remind me.

have a good evening <3 Don't forget to reblog, like, and credit (❀˙ᵕ˙)

[sansundertale14x1]

Edgar from Brawl Stars maybe? 👀

oh dear god what has my irl caused /silly /nsrs - Ofc I can ! He's goofy looking ... Edgar stimboard with Bat , Crow , black and purple themes !!

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