#corvi reblogs Tumblr posts

  • mimikiplovesgaming
    25.06.2021 - 11 monts ago

    I was itching to do some digital art, so I decided to do a Heaven landscape! This is the Heaven of Grim's/Skunk's universe, and I had so much fun making it!

    The tree in the center is the Tree of Life, the seven chakras in the trunk. The trunk is gold and the roots become the many roads of gold that wind around Heaven. The houses are styled off of the Greeks because I always found that architecture so pretty and I can't do many other houses XD. And of course, the sky is a mix of our light blue sky and the millions of stars of space.

    Hope you guys enjoy it! Please reblog/like!

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  • wa-u
    15.06.2021 - 11 monts ago

    bleu sunny d wot :]

    HIIIII I LIKE YOUUUUU ::)

    #HI CORVI#asks#ask game #i love how whenever i reblog an ask game EVERY TIME i get an ask it is always #'you are nice. you are strange. i like you' #AND IM LIKE YEAH!
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  • shinygenderhoard
    14.05.2022 - 2 weeks ago

    Intro Post

    Heyo everyone, my name is Crow/Zephyr, my pronouns include Ill/Ill/Ills/Illself, corv/corvus/corvi/corvuself, and fae/faem/faer/faemself!

    I made this as a place to post/reblog mogai that I identify with! I'm still very new to the mogai community so please let me know if I use any terms incorrectly or anything like that!

    DNI

    basic DNI criteria

    transmed/sysmed

    exclusionary of any kind

    anti-DSMP

    anti-mogai (obviously)

    people who start discourse for fun (i dont want that here)

    anti-endos

    This is a radically inclusive blog.

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  • hylluslepus
    01.12.2021 - 5 monts ago

    corvi im going to kick your ass for reblogging those supernatural images /j

    I had to see em now everyone else does too <33

    #yeehaw.txt
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  • madd-im-here
    27.10.2021 - 7 monts ago

    Hey, hi, howdy- Call me Corvi! Basically, I'm making this blog so I have somewhere dedicated to me dealing with my Immersive Daydreams! Newish to this side of Tumblr so be warned that I might not know all the right words yet.

    I've been waging an on-again-off-again battle against them for about the past 6 years. Recently they've been getting really bad. But! I've elected to keep my head up and try to recover the best I can, however I can.

    I'm chill with talking abt my paracosms and parame, but be warned it's weeb shit.

    I'll probably reblog stuff abt MaDD and recovery and such from time to time + memes I find funny.

    Be warned!! This is a basic attempt at recover from something yet to be diagnosable by a something with minimal resources, angsty, vent-y nonsense may ensue.

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  • octoberscrye
    25.09.2021 - 8 monts ago

    Please repost, don’t reblog. ANSWER THE QUESTIONS FOR YOUR MUSE AND TAG SOME PEOPLE.

    MUSE NAME: Corvus Crye Knox

    LEAST FAVORITE NICKNAME: Corvi (Only Tobi can use it)

    LEAST FAVORITE COLOR: Yellow

    LEAST FAVORITE SEASON: Spring

    LEAST FAVORITE WEATHER: Cold and Wet

    LEAST FAVORITE—HOT OR COLD: Cold

    LEAST FAVORITE HOLIDAY: Father’s Day

    LEAST FAVORITE FOOD: Fried Chicken

    LEAST FAVORITE FLAVOR: Sweet

    LEAST FAVORITE DRINK: Lemonade

    LEAST FAVORITE SCENT: Bleach

    LEAST FAVORITE SOUND: Crying babies

    LEAST FAVORITE BOOK: N/A

    LEAST FAVORITE MOVIE: Requiem for a Dream

    LEAST FAVORITE TV SHOW: Breaking Bad

    LEAST FAVORITE SCHOOL SUBJECT OR AREA OF STUDY: English

    LEAST FAVORITE ASPECT OF THEIR JOB: Being away from his sister so much

    LEAST FAVORITE FICTIONAL CHARACTER: Jason Dean

    LEAST FAVORITE PERSON: Tobi’s father.

    LEAST FAVORITE TRAIT IN OTHERS: Spinelessness.

    LEAST FAVORITE PLACE: Social Service offices.

    LEAST FAVORITE THING TO TALK ABOUT: Philosophy.

    LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT THEMSELVES: His feelings.

    LEAST FAVORITE SEXUAL POSITION: Doggystyle.

    LEAST FAVORITE DAILY CHORE: Vacuuming.

    LEAST FAVORITE STYLE OF CLOTHING: Business.

    LEAST FAVORITE ACTIVITY: Socializing.

    LEAST FAVORITE SUPERPOWER: Mind reading.

    LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT HUMANITY IN GENERAL: Cruelty.

    LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT BEING IN LOVE: Vulnerability.

    LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT DEATH: The way it looms over his sister.

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  • wa-u
    17.07.2021 - 10 monts ago

    me and corvi trading reblogs like kids at 11 pm on halloween after theyre done trick-or-treating sorting through their candy bags

    #nightstalking.mov
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  • curiouskeyboard
    06.05.2021 - 1 year ago

    You Did This To Me(Commander Wolffe x Reader)

    Masterlist || Tag list || Requests/Prompt sheet || Requests

    Wolffe x Reader, post-Order 66 so idk if it’s still “commander”

    How is your relationship post-Order 66 between your Commander?

    GIF is not mine, belongs to original creator

    Warnings: The three A’s (Argument, Angst, and Anger), mentions of violence and death

    A/N: Did I want to write something that would break my heart tonight? No, but here we are anyways. I actually really like this piece though. It’s on the shorter side but it’s got claws(it a weird literary sense). Anyways I hope you like it! Also I’ve decided if pt 1 of OALITG gets 100+ notes I’ll write a part 4, and I think it’s at 99 notes at the time of writing this(This is not promo for it, it’s just putting it down in writing so I commit myself to doing it, but also pls go support my baby). 

    Comments, likes and reblogs are appreciated!

    You were already half asleep when you felt the bed dip, hearing Wolffe behind you grunt as he crawled under the sheet next to you, trying to get comfortable. 

    “What’s this?” He asked once he had found a position he liked next to you. He lifted up the fabric that covered the both of you to look at the shirt you were wearing.

    “It’s too hot to wear anything else,” You complained with your eyes still closed. You had worn a thin camisole to bed because Seelos was going through a record-breaking heat wave. One that would have probably killed you if you were wearing more layers. 

    “It’s nice,” Wolffe commented, drawing lines on your shoulder, “Not something I would picture a Jedi Knight having in her wardrobe,”

    You groaned before turning over to face him. The small light in the corner of your bedroom illuminated both of your faces. 

    “I’m no jedi anymore,” You said as you pulled the sheet down to reveal the scars you had over your chest, “Not with the things I’ve had to do to survive,”

    Wolffe studied your exposed skin for a while. Running his hands over one of the more prominent scars that trailed from your collarbone down to the bottom of your sternum where your shirt plunged.

    “Does this one hurt?” He asked, his fingers not leaving your skin. 

    “Not anymore, it did when I first got them though,” You answered, carefully  watching his every movement. 

    “I can’t believe someone did this to you,” He murmured. 

    You eyed him, questioning if he was being candid, “Wolffe, you did this to me. Don’t you remember?”

    “What?” He asked, not knowing what you were talking about. 

    “You got orders from the Emperor and then you turned your guns on me. The whole company you were with turned their guns on me,” You told him. 

    He shook his head at you, trying to sort out that day in his mind. He remembered that day, hearing those orders, lifting his weapon at someone. But everything after that became blurry and unreliable. He wasn’t sure what parts were real and what parts were fake. If you didn’t have the scars to prove it, he would’ve thought it was a dream. 

    “You gave me this one, this one and this one,” You pointed to prominent scars on your body that had been clearly caused by blaster shots.

    “You know I would never do that to you,” He insisted, looking like he was on the verge of tears, now looking you in the eyes, “Whoever did that was in my mind and-”

    “I know,” your replied, cupping his cheek with one of your hands and feeling his warmth, “We both did things that day that we would take back if we could,”

    “(Y/N), whatever you did that day, you did it to protect yourself,” He tried to reassure you.

    While his words were immeasurable to you, the memories of what you did haunted you. You knew what you had done, you remembered all of it, for better or for worse. 

    You lifted up your shirt to reveal the continuation of each scar that decorated your body.

    “Boost gave me this one and Sinker shot me here and here,” You said as you pointed to each of the corresponding scars, “I have a couple more on my lower back and about half a dozen on my legs from Warthog, Corvis and Comet,”

    Wolffe’s expression changed into something unreadable. He had read his brother’s files of what had happened to them that day. That their cause of death had been recorded as “impalement from a lightsaber by a force-wielder.

    It had just never occurred to him that that person could possibly be you. 

    “I couldn’t save everyone Wolffe,” You broke down, “I tried and I’m sorry but there were too many guns firing away, and at one point I knew I could only save you and I. I did what I thought was right in the moment, but I’m so sorry,”

    A tear fell down your cheek as you apologized to him. You had told him sorry several times before, but never specifically what for. 

    You waited for his reaction but nothing ever came. 

    His hands had retracted back and refused to touch you anymore. His eyes were still on your scars, but his star was hardened and cold. His silence wasn’t sincere or endearing, it was deafening. The longer he didn’t speak or move, the more you felt your heart breaking for him to do something. 

    “I, I maybe I should just sleep on the couch tonight,” You murmured before fixing your shirt and grabbing your pillow. 

    Wolffe didn’t say anything. 

    You thought for a moment that he might tell you to stay as you exited your bedroom. But he didn’t. You thought eventually he would follow you out to your living room and join you. But he didn’t. As you laid on the couch, more awake than ever, you thought he might come lay with you. But he didn’t. 

    Instead, all you received from him was silence. 

    You thought he would be there in the morning. That’s what you told yourself to get through the night.

    But he wasn’t.

    tags(link here to be tagged):

    @cyaniderainfall 

    #commander wolffe #commander wolffe x reader #commander wolffe x you #wolffe x reader #wolffe fic #commander wolffe fic #commander wolffe x y/n #star wars #star wars the clone wars #star wars fanfiction #the clone wars #the clone wars imagine #the clone wars fanfiction #the clone wars fic #tcw wolffe#tcw fic#tcw#tcw imagine#my writing
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  • lauralestrange7
    31.03.2021 - 1 year ago

    𝓐𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓶 | 𝓢𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓾𝓼 𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴| (Part 5)

    The motto of the Lestrange family is "𝓒𝓸𝓻𝓿𝓾𝓼 𝓸𝓬𝓾𝓵𝓾𝓶 𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓿𝓲 𝓷𝓸𝓷 𝓮𝓻𝓾𝓲𝓽" which would when literally translated in English would mean "a crow will not pull out the eye of another crow." Referring to the complete solidarity amongst a group of like-minded people regardless of the consequences or condemnation.

    Part 1

    Part 2

    Part 3

    Part 4

    Part 6

    Part 7

    Part 8

    Part 9

    Part 10

    Part 11

    Part 12

    Part 13

    Part 14

    Laura was in the library with her potions partner who appeared to be daydreaming, however considering the fact that it was a quarter to four on a Friday afternoon, she was "afternoon-dreaming" perhaps. Laura continued jotting down all the important things one should keep in mind when brewing the truth serum. The fact that her partner's contribution was almost negligible didn't bother Laura, if anything it was a relief. She was used to doing things alone and would probably brew a better potion that way.

    A loud and dramatic gasp broke her out of her trance, she looked up in a start; Mckinnon had her chin resting on her the palms of her hands whilst staring at the 'Marauders', sorry a Marauder. Sirius seemed to be smirking in Marlene's direction, Laura couldn't help but roll her eyes as her partner exclaimed in awe "He looked at me!" once Sirius had gone back to his muffled conversation with James Potter. "Oh for Salazar's sake" Laura scoffed before looking up at Marlene and saying, "I think we are done for today" as she started gathering her belongings. Marlene nodded still staring at Black, Laura just shook her head and started making her way out. "Hey Lestrange" a voice called after her and soon the person stood in front of her blocking her path, and of course it was Sirius. "What do you want?" Laura asked annoyed "Woah, Woah I just said hey, no need to go all mean on me," he said and so she crossed her arms gesturing him to continue. "I just wanted to know something," he said softly looking at her, "About what?" she asked furrowing her eyebrows. "About my brother," he said "How is he?" he continued after a pause, his face now changing to a one with concern. Laura resisted a scoff "How is he?" she repeated looking at him with a look of slight amusement and disbelief. After Sirius stayed silent guilt making his way onto his face as he looked down at his show, Laura sighed wanting to get over with this conversation as soon as she could "Good" she said softly after a while "Very good" she added looking at him again and keeping a blank face. Sirius looked up a glint in his eyes as he smiled "He got in the team, didn't he? He is the Slytherin seeker isn't he?" he asked again blocking Laura's another attempt to walk away. "Why don't you ask him yourself ?" she said in an irritated tone, "You know why," he said softly his cheerful face falling. Laura groaned and "Yes he is the Slytherin seeker," she said hoping he would let her go now and yet again he blocked her as his face lit up, this seemed to be going in the same loop. "That's grea-" Sirius was cut off mid-sentence by a high pitched voice "Hey Sirius! Would you like to walk me to my dorm?" Marlene asked batting her eyelashes as she stood beside Laura looking over at Sirius. Laura smirked with the thought that at least her potions partner wasn't completely useless, she took her chance of walking past Sirius.

    Laura walked inside the common room, she was supposed to see Regulus there that evening as they haven't seen each other much over the week. Regulus being busy with his Quidditch practices and Laura busy being a sixth year at Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As she looked around the common room she didn't spot Regulus, Laura sighed her shoulders slouching and heart-sinking slightly as she sat down on a couch staring at the flames being emitted from crackling wood. She rested her head on her knees wrapping her hands and hugging them. Laura didn't know for how long she had been staring at the common room fire, but the common room was now empty, everyone had gone up to their dorms it seemed. Laura stood up realising it was really late and also that Regulus had stood her up, a groan escaped her mouth as she made her way to her dorm. Laura shut the door behind her as she tiptoed her way to her four-poster bed, all her dormmates were asleep and she didn't want to wake them up.

    It was a Hogsmeade weekend Laura was woken up by the excited voices of her dormmates, however, she didn't get up from her bed feeling just too lazy to do so. But from what she heard her dormmates had dates and they were excited about it. After a while of just laying pointlessly, Laura dragged herself out of bed. She had only been to Hogsmeade once in third year, it wasn't like Laura didn't like Hogsmeade it was just that she preferred sitting in her dorm all alone and finishing all her weekend's homework thus making her rest of the weekend completely free. But what really was the problem, was Laura always found that people can be overwhelming. Maybe she had gotten that from growing up in a big and empty manor with no visitors and its large doors closed shut all the time. It would've suffocated any other person, with its dark and dull appearance, people walking past the house would've just considered it to be desolate as there never was a sound to be heard, that could prove any presence of life in the house. The house-elves would do their jobs silently in the dungeons, below the manor and the residents of the house could be described by the same words used to describe the house; dull, lifeless, quite dark from the inside but quite pale in the appearance standing tall and isolated with their heads held high. The motto or maxim of the Lestrange family is "Corvus oculum corvi non eruit" which would when literally translated in English would mean" a crow will not pull out the eye of another crow." Referring to the complete solidarity amongst a group of like-minded people regardless of the consequences or condemnation.

    Want to read it on Wattpad? No problem here you go

    All the characters (except Laura Lestrange) and places mentioned in this story belong to J K Rowling. So I’ve posted a few chapters of this stories on Wattpad, but I’ve got a lot of it already written down, I’ll try to post any new chapters on Tumblr as soon as I can. Please reblog, it would be very appreciated and my requests are open.

    #harry potter #marauders era x reader #marauders era imagine #marauders x reader #the marauders #young sirius black #sirius black #sirius black x slytherin reader #sirius black x reader #young james potter x reader #james x lily #young james potter #ben barnes #aaron taylor johnson #sirius orion black #regulus black #regulus black x reader #remus lupin #young remus x reader #andrew garfield#timothee chalamet #young remus lupin #severus snape#evan rosier#slytherin#gryffindor#bellatrix lestrange
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