#crow dividers

[animatedglittergraphics-n-more]

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.’

[fatuismooches]

On a rare outing outside of the lab, Dottore introduces you to some of his "friends."

(In other words, Dottore is secretly a corvid lover [also cats but that's for another day] and helps you befriend the little guys because you're a lil jealous. Fragile reader. Also a lil body worship at the end because he's soft ueueue - he undresses you so non-sexual nudity as well, also kisses your thighs a lot.)

Going outside was always a special occasion for you.

It had taken ages upon ages to convince Dottore to let you roam the snowy landscape, and it was only recently when he finally let up. Your health was one of the few things he refused to change his stance on, extremely hesitant to take risks unlike his other experiments. Even a tray of his favorite sweets and a shoulder massage daily couldn't shake his will.

However, it was inevitable that one day he'd have to change his mind. Nothing could last forever, and that included your smile, especially considering your condition. But Dottore would, to his utmost ability, make it last as long as it could. And that meant eventually giving up his long-held conviction if it was ultimately for your benefit. Dull eyes and solemn looks from you were a sight he'd prefer to keep unfamiliar.

And so, with much preparation and thought, and confused agents thrust out of the lab to shovel snow in advance, he had introduced you to the real Snezhnaya. The Harbinger had yet to take you to towns and such, settling for just the surrounding area in the middle of nowhere, but it was still enjoyable. In truth, it had actually become some sort of treat even for him and his segments, being able to see you like this. Your wide eyes sparkling with curiosity, his hand firmly planted on yours, you two taking turns talking at lengths about many things. (Thankfully, the snow seemed to magically ease up on these outings, courtesy of Her Highness of course.)

Today was one such occasion. He had decided that a breath of fresh air would do you some good, and so the two of you were walking a familiar path that never bored you. Though, every time you two would walk a little further than before or deviate a bit from the normal course.

However, if you had to complain about one thing, it was the extent of how Dottore bundled you up for the weather. Seriously, you probably had every type of gear possible for the weather on and you probably looked a bit ridiculous, but you know what, it was worth it. Unsuccessfully throwing snowballs at Dottore and being unable to escape him was worth it.

You were still growing used to the cold blowing against your face, but regardless you still appreciated the fresh air. You never realized how stuffy the lab could get until finally tasting a few snowflakes. And the trees, the wildlife, the sky, the clouds, Dottore taking a break with you, the way his hair would be dusted with snowflakes... everything was wonderful!

But the peacefulness was suddenly interrupted by loud cawing that sounded awfully close. It nearly made you jump a bit, pulling away from being cuddled into your lover's arm. Dottore, however, didn't look fazed and instead paused with a sigh.

"It looks like they're here again," he sounded a bit fed up but you could also detect some underlying affection, an unheard-of occurrence except when it came to you.

"What do you-" Before you could finish your sentence, a sudden flash of black swooped in front of you and then circled back around you, making you start. The fluttering of wings and excited caws were loud as your husband set out his arm.

And then a magnificent black bird perched on Dottore's outstretched arm as if it belonged there, shaking off any remnants of snow. A crow, to be more specific, you think at least.

To put it briefly, you were quite speechless while Dottore acted as if this was nothing out of the usual. The crow continued cawing (in fondness if you had to guess) and hopped closer to the Harbinger's face, pecking at one of his long, thick hair bangs.

"... You had crow friends and you didn't tell me?" You sent him an utterly betrayed look. How lucky was he to somehow gain the trust of these wonderful creatures and act like it was no big deal! Dottore only scoffed in response.

"They are not my friends," the man clarified, as he continued walking ahead of you. "They began to approach my segments and I a while ago for some odd reason, and-" in the middle of that sentence, even more cawing resonated throughout the air and yet another crow swooped in, this time landing on his shoulder, "... wouldn't let up."

You had to say, he looked completely adorable like that, acting grumpy from the couple of crows that now surrounded him, even more had come to visit, playing in the snow by his feet. (Acting as if he didn't give them small pets when he was alone.)

If only you had your Kamera, this would be an excellent photo for your collection. Another crow had flown up to his arm and had come with a single Mora coin in its beak.

"Wow... they bring you gifts!" You watched in amazement as the bird placed the gold coin in Dottore's palm.

"Occasionally. Just shiny things of little value," he replied as he stroked the crow with a single finger that clicked happily in response.

Well, even after four hundred years, you still learn something new about your husband every day, huh... could you call him a crow whisperer? Though you were content watching the scene from the side, you did desire a bit of attention too.

"Come closer," Dottore beckoned you closer and you slowly inched your way to him, a bit afraid of driving the birds away. At least they seemed to trust you a tiny bit, considering how close you were with Dottore...? Maybe.

"Here," out of nowhere he had produced a small bag of unsalted nuts for you to feed them. He said they're not his friends and yet he bought food for them... yeah right... but you didn't comment.

Immediately, the crows' attention was on the delicacy you held in your hands. You didn't think they'd trust you enough to eat from your palm, so you placed them further in front of you. The birds cocked its head and cawed at one another before cautiously approaching the nuts you had offered to them. You wondered if they were discussing you.

"They don't like me as much as you..."

"Yet," Dottore corrected you. "It's only natural for them to be wary. They've just met you." That was definitely true, but you were also convinced Dottore had a special knack for this. Lucky him... you wanted to pet a crow too. Your disappointment was always obvious to your husband as he offered you a solution.

"We can come again tomorrow and visit them if that's what you wish." You instantly brightened and would have tackled him then and there were it not for the crows perched on him.

"Yes, please!"

—

By the time you got back, all the excitement had left you feeling tired and in need of rest, probably a nap. And even with some layers on, the cold still seeped into your body, making your muscles a bit stiff, but thankfully Dottore always made sure your room was well-heated. Still, you were feeling a bit too tired to start removing all of the clothes you had on. Though your husband was already on the case, his hands on your shoulders.

"You don't need to," you tried to convince him but Dottore rarely ever took 'no' for an answer.

"I want to," he stated firmly before peeling off your sweater and setting it to the side.

"Thanks," you murmured shyly as he removed the rest of your upper-body clothing, and then got to work pulling off the rest, leaving you nearly nude save for your underwear. You awkwardly played with your fingers, a bit too nervous to make eye contact with him as he shuffled about for a new change of clothes for you. But soon enough he was back with something warm.

Dottore kneeled down in front of you (the very act of that made you heat up a great amount) and patiently pulled up a pair of socks on you. You still focused your attention elsewhere - you could never seem to look at your husband properly when you were this exposed in front of him, so you would just wait until he fully clothed you again.

That was until he decided to lather your legs in kisses. You had almost not realized it until he began to graze you with his teeth, bringing the tiniest bit of pain to your pleasure, emitting a squeak from you.

"A-Ah! Hey, what are you..." you turned your head to squint at him, and the words went dry at the sight before you. There he was, kneeling before you as he cupped the heel of your feet while his face was nuzzled into your calf (in part to prevent you from kicking him accidentally, yes, you had done that before - poor, poor, Beta...)

"... Doing." Your words had come out with far less bite than you originally planned. Dottore was obviously aware of this considering the smirk on his face. The man only hummed in response, seemingly thinking of a good response when in reality he was just taking the opportunity to trace along your body some more. His languid yet heated touch made you feel like you were burning up with embarrassment.

"I'm going to get cold, so you best hurry up," you tried to sway him to rid yourself of his intent stare but of course, nothing ever worked with this man.

"Is that so?" Dottore questioned before suddenly yanking you so that your thighs were hanging off the bed some more, making you yelp. "Your body seems quite warm to me," he observed sinking his fingers into your thighs before placing another kiss in between them. The worst part was that he wasn't even wrong.

You let out a content sigh as he continued to nip and kiss your thighs and stroke the sensitive flesh, not bothering to fight it anymore as your hand had found its rightful place buried between his soft hair.

"So good for me, aren't you? Now just relax..." His words were somewhat of a drug that made your eyes flutter and your body melt. It was a bit embarrassing as to how easy he got you to agree, but at least it went both ways.

Dottore's hand then wandered up to your chest and pressed it against where your heart lay, feeling the beat of it against his palm, worshipping you like how the most faithful believer would worship their Archon - no, perhaps even more, the concept of divinity paled in comparison to you. Yes, the Gods left an unpleasant taste in his mouth, but you would do just perfectly.

And who were you to deny him that?

... Yeah, you could definitely get used to this treatment some more.

[screamingcrows]

Welcome to Zandicktober's masterlist and slight information! I'll be adding links to every drabble and the polls as they're posted. A link to this post has been added to my main masterlist!

Again; keep in mind that while some of these have suggestive themes and are various degrees of explicit, they will not all be pleasantly framed. This is an event about putting a fictional guy in Situations™️, some of them will be uncomfortable.

Risse and Petal, I appreciate you two so much for helping me get enough ideas for this

I will do my very best to add all relevant warnings on individual posts as 'cw thing' and 'nsfw' or 'dark content' on this list as I add entries. Day 26 has reader described with breasts, otherwise neutral. Please block #zandicktober if you want to avoid my daily posting. Masterlist under the cut

Do the titles say anything about the content? You'll know soon enough.

Thirty minutes

Dignity

Light

A new person

Drops

Predator - Chosen to become a full fic

Poll One

Solutions

Fall

Take a chance

Unnecessary expenses

Predicament

Study break - Chosen to become a full fic

Poll Two

Lingering

Hush

Science rizz - Chosen to become a full fic

Experiment

Coarse and gets everywhere

[Deleted this one - there's nothing today]

Poll Three

Nectar - Chosen to become a full fic

Tinkering

Field trip

Peep - Chosen to become a full fic

Mutual interest

History

Poll Four

Ideas

Enough

Surprise!

[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

[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

[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˙)

[sisterlucifergraphics]

Can I have some dividers with foxes, crows and bones please?? Thank you!

🦊Fox, Crow + Bone Dividers🐦‍⬛

please like, reblog, & credit if you use!

(PT: Please like, reblog, & credit if you use!)

[DIVIDER REQUESTS ARE CLOSED!]

(PT: Divider requests are closed!)

DNI: TERFS, endo, proship, pro ana, nazi, MAPs, zoophiles

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[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

[qin-qin16]

[Subtle carrion trio but its majority Reaper x Crow (birdtale sans), Dust is only mentioned, fluff because my liege is allergic to it, implied bird court (of course), some inspiration from here] 

It was selfish to walk through a place so alive, like this vast, green field, teeming with insects and small animals. And there he was, leaving behind traces with his deadly footprints— a line of oval pairs, each larger than his bare feet, devoid of any grass that once filled the space he crossed. Now, only patches of infertile, dark, dead earth trailed after him.

For a moment, the entity halted—the ground beneath his feet slightly sinking, dying with his innocent touch. He laughs deeply, seeming to find amusement in the faint rustling of wings that echoed behind his figure.

"Oh? How interesting," Reaper smiled beneath his hood, his bony lips curling across his face as the sound of footsteps grew closer, "I wasn't expecting a visit from one of my little birds." He hummed, finally turning to face his guest.

A skeleton, like him; shorter, with broader bones, and a beautiful pair of black wings decorating his back. And two eye sockets staring back at him, with small white dots, slightly dilated by his presence. Reaper couldn’t help but let out another chuckle.

"To what do I owe the honor of your unexpected visit, little bird?" His fingers lightly brushed his own mouth, gliding over his nonexistent lips as he awaited a response; he was patient, especially with his beautiful messengers.

Sans, Crow, as the god liked to call him, let his gaze drop to the ground — shy, trembling in front of the figure before him. His wings fluttered anxiously, and his hands slipped back into the pockets of his fluffy coat. Even though he wasn't the type of god to feel emotions, Reaper could still see how unsettled his little bird was. The reason? Only his messenger could explain.

Crow kept his head lowered, one hand fidgeting restlessly inside his pocket. Finally, after a forced cough, the monster began to speak.

"Apologies for interrupting your stroll, Host of Many..." His eyes briefly lifted, searching for the empty voids of Reaper’s gaze, only to be lost in the darkness within his hood. "I’ve come to deliver... a report from my last mission." His teeth trembled into a smile, almost forced onto his face.

With a sigh, Reaper motioned for Crow to continue, leaving behind traces of dead earth as the small raven followed — purposefully stepping on the path the entity had left.

“Murder returned your gifts, Your Excellency; he claimed they were a…” Crow swallowed, as if reconsidering the words he was about to say, “…a waste.”

As common as it was for the gifts to be returned, the raven couldn’t help but feel his soul throb uncomfortably in his chest, the magic pulsing in his ribs in distress as Reaper remained silent.

"Is that so?" The god mused, his voice devoid of anger, sounding more curious about the outcome than upset with it. "Perhaps I should give my dear mortal something more useful then, something that will satisfy his demanding desires." And once again, that deep laugh.

The winged one seemed amused by the stubbornness of his favorite mortal — always returning the stones and precious gems that Reaper carefully selected, each one chosen with affection by the immortal.

“If I may continue, Ruler of the dead,” Crow interrupted hastily, his wings rustling behind him. With a subtle gesture from Reaper, he spoke again. “What should I do with the returned gifts?” His voice came out quieter than expected, whispered with a hint of concern in the faux tongue.

“Keep them.” The god couldn’t help but hear the pause in his messenger’s breath, the hesitation in his wings — he caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye, seeing them ruffled, growing larger with every stutter from the small raven.

“Your Excellency? Are you certain?” The mortal had even stopped following him, gazing  down at the palm of his hand with uncertain white little dots.

Scattered in his hand, small shimmering stones, each one more colorful than the last — some oval, others more angular and square, but all equally beautiful. Crow’s eyes shone just from looking at the jewels, mesmerized by their gleaming allure.

Reaper hummed once more, turning fully toward Crow and slowly walking in his direction — his feet hovering just above the ground, careful not to touch any life that had yet to be reaped.

"It doesn’t make sense to keep a gift given by myself, don’t you think, little bird?" He touched one of the crystals; his claw slid carefully across the smooth surface, not just to avoid scratching the flawless stone, but also out of hesitation to touch his most precious raven — the one who trembled slightly at his sudden proximity, his eyes unfocused as they stared into the darkness of his hood. "Besides..."

"I have to pamper my favorite raven for such fine work." The velvety words echoed inside Crow’s skull, and as quickly as his god had approached, he began to walk again, allowing the edge of his robe to gently brush against the bare phalanges of the skeleton.

It was almost as if Reaper's very hands had touched him.

"Th-That’s a very generous decision, Host of Many." Gratitude poured from his teeth; his wings fluttered again, stubbornly trying to shield part of his body from the god’s empty eyes — perhaps out of shyness? Shame for receiving a discarded gift?

No. Maybe it was because Crow had never received anything from the god before, other than compliments — nothing physical; nothing that would remind him of the god after his departures.

"I appreciate your gratitude," Reaper’s whispered voice interrupted the small raven's thoughts once again. "If you like, you can even decorate your precious nest with them."

A brief glimpse of Reaper's teasing smile appeared beneath the shadows, resting on his face like a crescent moon, growing wider as his messenger let out a sharp, surprised chirp at the suggestion.

Still, Crow couldn’t stop thinking about the idea, even after he had tucked the stones back into his pocket, already imagining his nest filled with the winged one’s gifts — a lasting reminder of his service to Death.

@what-have-i-unleashed come hate my art :D

[arisenreborn]

Dragon’s Dogma 2 Ask Game!

I regret to inform you all... I made another thing. <3 I tried to avoid some of the questions from my template, but there might be some overlap of the more basic questions that felt weird not to include. (I tried so many times for this list to continue the numbers instead of breaking them up and starting over but I've finally given up I'm so sorry, so clarify by section when asking <3)

THE ARISEN - 

Whether they remember or not, where are they from? 

What is their favorite and least favorite part of being the Arisen?

Do they ever get their memory back; if they do, does that change how they interact with the narrative, and if they don’t how do they feel about that loss?

THE PAWN - 

What is their inclination, and what about them (if anything) might set them apart from others of their inclination?

Do they act any differently around other Arisen across the Rift?

If they were infected with the Dragonsplague, are there any specific ways they would act differently? 

ARISEN & PAWN -

How would you describe their relationship?

For each of them - Who is their favorite and least favorite NPC?

What is a special or secret talent they each have?

Is there any topic they’ll avoid - romance, death, family, etc.?

What are they most afraid of? And what is their greatest hope, or dream? 

Do they have any particular quirks or habits? 

What are their least favorite enemies to fight?

What is their favorite: animal, color, flower?

Do they have any pet peeves? 

What is their preferred vocation and what drew them to it?

Are there any specific or unique items they carry with them?

What are their monikers, and do they have a special meaning or story behind them?

How do they both generally regard guest pawns? 

What do they bond most over?

Do they have a favorite place in the world; be it a town or a particular area or view they’re fond of?

What is the “silliest” order VS what is the “worst” order your Arisen has given your Pawn? (These things potentially don’t have to be separate.)

WORLD & STORY -

Do they have any pre-existing relationships with any particular NPCs from before the start of the game? Has becoming the Arisen changed those relationships?

Which of the four residences is their most preferred, and is there a particular reason why? Do you have any headcanons about the layout and how it’s decorated? Or: Do they have alternative living quarters (a family home, sleeping at inns all the time, etc.)?

Regardless of whether you adhere to the in-game counter or not, how long do you think their journey took? Did they book it with a sense of urgency, or did things get drawn out - and why? 

Whether they’d still be together or separate - What kind of life would they be living if they were not Arisen and Pawn, but NPCs?

What does the ending and its aftermath look like for them? 

MISCELLANY & AU - 

What would be their favorite show or movie?

If they lived in our world, what would they do for a living?

What would be their go-to fast food order?

What kind of videos would they watch on Youtube?

What is an AU setting they would thrive in, or you’d otherwise enjoy subjecting them to?

What would be their idea of a perfect date or hangout?

What’s that one random fact about them you want to yell about?

Share a theme song for each of them.

[cxrrodedcoffin]

some shit quality gifs of one of my favorite scenes from the crow (2024) bc i’m not patient enough to wait for a good quality file of it lol