Crow's corner lab

For me to distribute gifts that are certainly not anthrax

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@crowttore's little corner for when I host bigger events that need some level of organisation on my part :D

Feel free to follow, but there's no need. If you have your settings so you can be tagged, I'll @ you in things that are for you as well as use the tag "# for [url]" (❁´◡`❁)

There is, of course, no pressure to interact with anything here.

Current event(s):

None!

Past events

Valentine + blog anniversary + other

Emotes

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Hi there! Its been a couple of days so idk if you remember me. My second account is gonaka, and I reached out regarding my main (this one) being blocked. Haha I actually found out this morning that I've been unblocked (you showed up on my fyp). I was wondering if its okay to follow now

hi! it's very much okay to follow, I went through my most recently blocked after seeing and responding to your ask and got so confused as to why I'd blocked you, absolutely a mistake on my part! sorry >w<

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Wriothesley for @sleepyqinfei Notes: I operated under the assumption that you don't live with him in the Fortress, I apologise if that's wrong ;w; Hopefully you can still enjoy this >///<

"Don't go." Wriothesley's voice was so quiet you almost thought you'd imagined the plea.

His hold on you was tight, your body perched on his lap. He breathed in, the air tickling the back of your neck before he began tenderly pressing kisses to your skin.

"I'm not about to leave?"

Wriothesley shook his head, easily maneuvering you until you were facing him. The smile on his lips was almost apologetic.

"I know, but I meant-..." He sighs, reaching for your hand and pressing it to his cheek. "It's selfish of me, wanting to keep you all to myself. I'd never want my pretty girl, my precious flower, to live away from the sun. But every time you return to the surface it feels like my ribs are about to shatter."

Silence fills his office, only the rhythmic sound of water droplets landing on metal pipes reaching your ears.

You feel his scruff against your palm as he nuzzles into it like some overgrown puppy. There's a sheepishness to his expression and butterflies in your chest.

His whispered apology brings you back out of your trance, his hand now cupping your cheek as well. "I'm grateful for every minute with you, it's my own fault I'm down here, so don't for a moment think I blame you when we're apart."

The feeling is mutual, you want to tell him. But the words stick in your throat and swell, making it impossible to speak. Something prickles in your eyes as well.

Wriothesley smiles, softer this time, and kisses away a single tear. He reaches behind you for something in his desk, a small present hastily wrapped.

"Something so you can always keep me close when you're topside."

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Argenti for @memokeeping Notes: This is very silly I am so sorry >///< I hope it can make you smile and that you don't mind that I picked Argenti

[A string of text messages sent in rapid succession]

Though I require no special occasion to shower you in compliments it would be foolish of me to let an opportunity pass by.

Today love is celebrated by many throughout this vast universe and so it is only right to express my love for such a beautiful soul as yourself.

When faced with conflict or choice, I often find myself reflecting on what actions you would take. For you act with kindness and patience even when others would argue that it is undeserved.

If only the universe itself could be persuaded to, for today at least, act to your benefit as an expression of appreciation for the beauty you cultivate around you.

While travelling I recently came across a still pool of water surrounded by the loveliest fragrant lilacs and countless other blooms. I knelt there for a time in contemplation while the memory of your gentle embrace kept me grounded. I remember you saying that had to be a difficult task.

Love with all your heart, but love yourself first. Never doubt the captivating light in your soul and trust that you know better than anyone what is right for you.

May our paths cross soon that I can tell you this and more in person.

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Ajax for @spideytetsu Notes: He's a little shit <3

"What about a little kiss hm?"

Ajax has been insufferable all day. You correct yourself, Ajax is insufferable every single day.

"Come on, doesn't even have to be on the lips." He taps his cheek, freckled and flushed from the cold air outside.

You huff and push past him, only earning another hearty chuckle from the ginger. All this just because he got you some flowers and sweets that you hadn't even asked for.

Barely two steps past him and his hand is around your wrist, pulling you right back against his chest. He fits perfectly against your back.

It's not exactly a surprise that he responds with laughter when you try to stomp on his toes. It was worth a try to get him to let go but instead he just tightens his grip.

"So feisty, would it really be so bad to give me one little kiss?"

You nod, ignoring how warm his body is against yours. A promise of comfort if you just relent.

"Did you spend too long with The Regrator again? Thinking you can buy my affection?"

He whirls you around, your back against the wall within seconds and his nose buried in the crook of your neck.

"Maybe I'll just take my kiss instead."

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Rin for @anonymountain-everest Notes: I hope you enjoy ^^

His face was absolutely priceless when he entered your apartment. Much like any other day as of late you'd agreed that he'd pick up food after he finished practice and come by to have dinner with you.

It'd become a comfortable routine, listening to the other talk about their day. Sometimes he'd stay, other times he'd have to go home and sleep at his own place. Though you were fairly certain that you always caught him looking longingly towards your bedroom on those days where he had to leave.

You'd realised then that he might want more. And thus you'd taken the opportunity to reassure him that so did you.

Rin hesitantly reached out towards the large bear plush, giving it a painfully awkward pat on the head.

"This is-... Why did you do this?"

It took everything in you not to laugh, instead meeting his turquoise stare with as much feigned hurt as possible.

"You don't like it?"

Rin hesitated, tugging a little at the plush heart sewn to the bear's paws.

"It's for me?"

You nodded and Rin took a deep breath. It was cute to see him struggling to keep his sharp tongue in check.

"It's so you have something to cuddle when you're at your own place. You know, I miss you so much when you aren't here, so I figured maybe you missed me as well."

The moment your words registered in Rin was obvious, the shift in his eyes, the tension in his shoulders. The faintest hint of a blush creeping up his cheeks.

He closed the distance between the two of you, bringing your hand to his lips. "I see. I love it then."

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CTA for @teataglia Notes: he's so desperate for you it's actually a little pathetic <3

[Hastily scribbled letter with a few small drops of blood staining the paper]

I should be at least halfway home when you get this letter, maybe if I'm fast I'll even be there to bring it from your mailbox to you.

I miss you every day, but you probably already knew that from all the other letters I've sent? Everything went smoothly (I can't tell you the details but maybe a few kisses will loosen my lips) so I should be home for a while if nothing unexpected happens.

Have you been taking care of yourself? You know I'll find out if you haven't. Someone mentioned that the snowstorms have been extra harsh this year, so I hope you've been staying inside. Can't have you getting lost out in the snow.

I can't wait to be back, when I fall asleep at night I sometimes think I see you there on the bed with me. Ah- but don't tell anyone I said that. Fed a little stray pup the other day that reminded me of you, all cute and excited and its tail wagging like crazy.

Before you ask, of course I'm bringing home gifts. Did you really think I'd forget my sweetest girl while away? I can almost hear your laugh, archons I miss that sound.

I'll see you before you know it

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Dottore for @pneumousia Notes: Hope you enjoy a slice (non gore) of soft Dottore~

There was nowhere you'd rather be. That's what you kept telling yourself at least.

Dottore was draped across your body and snoring contently. You'd managed to push him around enough that he wasn't restricting your breathing too much.

When you'd made him aware of the date, it was as though The Doctor had become a completely different person. In hindsight you reasoned that he might never have had the chance to do anything this 'normal'.

So he'd thrown caution (and the day's paperwork) to the wind (the begrudging hands of Omega) and whisked you out of the heavily guarded base of operations. He'd taken you sledding, scoured Snezhnograd for places to get hot chocolate and a sweet treat without too many eyes lingering on you both.

Even taken you to several stores, insisting he get you at least a few gifts on this day where refusing them was impossible. It was tradition after all.

You would've thought he'd be utterly uninterested in such things, but by the end of the day he'd been grinning so much that he complained about his cheeks feeling sore.

The chilly air had worn you both out, few words had been spoken after returning home to your shared quarters. But it had been peaceful, not the usual silence after a horrid meeting or an experiment gone wrong. Gentle and warm while you'd snuggled closer on the couch.

There was nowhere you'd rather be as you drifted off to sleep as well.

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Dottore for @yekaterina4848 Notes: He's so bad at just saying that he loves you.

[A crumpled piece of paper left on your bedside table. There are several illegible notes on the other side]

Today is a day like any other. Do not expect me to serenade you, shower you in roses, offer treats, or get down on one knee with a ring that would make even The Regrator jealous.

I'm only acknowledging the date to avoid any confusion on your part.

It should be quite obvious that I find your presence tolerable, why else would I let you sleep in my bed every night? But in case you have suffered a momentary lapse in memory let me remind you; I appreciate your company.

With that out of the way, today will be a busy day. I expect you to either show up at the lab and help or stay away entirely to not cause any unnecessary distraction. Of course I have a preference, but the choice is ultimately yours.

If you do decide to grace me with your presence, please refrain from accepting any gifts from the segments today. I would rather you don't give them the wrong idea, and trust me, they will try to give you something.

There is breakfast in the fridge, someone must have thought themselves comedic geniuses and sent for the palace staff to deliver us a 'romantic' selection of dishes. A ridiculous waste of time and ressources.

I will see you soon. -Zandik

(Author's note; he was absolutely the one who ordered that food but then got too nervous sitting around waiting for you to wake up.)

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Oliver Aiku for @thesuperduckling24 Notes: This goes a little suggestive, I hope that's okay!

Oliver looked thoroughly exhausted by the time he made it home, broad frame slumped over in the entrance while he took off his shoes. Had hardly spoken a word while undressing for a shower.

He seems more refreshed now that he's washed away sweat and grime from practice.

"What took you so long?" It's less accusatory and more curious when you ask. He still grumbles something under his breath.

"Trudged through too many crowds to get-" Oliver cuts himself off and clicks his tongue.

He parts your legs unceremoniously and sink down to the floor, resting a cheek against your thigh. You run your fingers through his wet hair and he almost purrs.

"To get?" You try to prompt him but receive no answer. "Crowds of desperate women looking to score a soccer captain for a last minute valentine's?"

Oliver pinches your thigh in warning, shooting you a glare with no real heat behind it.

It makes you chuckle. "Oh? I thought you loved the attention?"

He shifts, hoisting both your legs over his shoulders as he turns his body towards you. "Watch that clever tongue of yours." Oliver leans closer as silence stretches, slowly rising to his knees and pressing your thighs towards your shoulders, making you take a sharp breath at the stretch. It only makes his lips twitch into a smile. "Time and place for everything sweet thing."

A heartbeat passes and he relents, chuckling under his breath while you stretch out your legs and rub at the muscles.

"Left ya a present in the bedroom, go on and look."

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Sampo for @nyxypoo Notes: This is a little silly I am sorry >w<

You were half expecting the bag to explode in your hands the moment you picked it up. Whether you were expecting confetti and glitter or something more lethal...

Well, it could've been either.

Instead there was a folded note and a locked box.

There were directions scribbled on the note, a time and place. No date, which you assumed meant it was simply today.

Sampo was waiting for you in an alley, smug grin plastered on his face that only seemed to grow when you locked eyes.

"Ahh, I knew you couldn't stay away!"

You scoffed as he advanced, his hands rubbing together in a way that sent shivers down your spine. He looked almost expectant before holding out a hand.

"I presumed you'll want me to open your little gift?"

"And how do you know I brought it? Maybe I just threw the whole thing out."

Sampo laughed in a way that echoed off the stone walls. He leaned closer, bringing a hand up to rest beside your head, fully caging you in.

"Come on now, don't you think I know my favourite customer better than that? Let's make a deal, spend the evening with me and I'll open it up for you." He chuckled at your glare. "Don't even think about trying to force it open. I'll give you a clue about what's inside and then you can decide what you want to do."

Reluctantly, you nodded, curiosity getting the better of you. Besides, an evening with him wouldn't be that bad. Nor would it be the first time it had happened, at least now you'd get something from it.

"Fine, give me the clue then."

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Boattore (and friends) for @cool-mint Notes: I promise he apologises on behalf of the others after this :3c

Three Dottores sitting in a row.

Sounded like the start of an awful pun but was in fact your current reality. Each one had a grin more toothy than the previous.

It sent a shiver down your spine to see them like that, wearing the exact same clothes, their hair styled the exact same way. Even the way they were currently sitting (arms crossed, leaning back in their respective chairs) was identical.

Under normal circumstances, you had no issure telling them apart.

Omega styled his two long curls meticulously. Beta had cut them off entirely. Iota never wore any of the dangly accessories some of the others favored. Lambda slouched.

This lack of distinct personality from whoever these three were was just unnerving. They looked mostly like Omega, but a little less put together.

"Well," the one furthest to the right prompted, "we know how much you adore one of us. So go on, pick the right one."

That one didn't sound quite right. Or did it?

"Oh don't pressure her," another quipped.

"Everything in your own time darling, we were just curious about the outcome of this little experiment. Go ahead and pick your Dottore." The third one smiled just a little wider.

Before you could even begin to pick apart their choice of words and intonations, a set of hands settled on your waist, thumbs rubbing little circles into your back.

"You three are terrible."

Ah. That was the right voice.

Your Dottore, arguably the calmest of the bunch, leaned down to nuzzle into your neck, only stopping to gesture for the other three to quit their nonsense and leave.

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Karasu for @tabisou Notes: I know you're in a Megumi period so please forgive me, but I hope you still enjoy! >///<

"My precious dandelion girl," Karasu's voice is still laced with sleep when his lips ghost the shell of your ear.

You turn in his arms, face pressed into his broad chest. There's a little smile on your lips, giddy with excitement to spoil him today.

His hand finds your hip and squeezes. "Don't even think about getting up... I'll make you breakfast."

Now that catches your attention, but he holds you in place when you try to pull away to look at him. "But-"

"No buts." Karasu presses his lips to yours, sighing into the kiss like a diver finally surfacing. You feel his lips twitch up before he continues, "or do I need to get stern with my little girl?"

Heat rises to your cheeks and you huff, still not ready to give up. "What if I really want to do it?"

He hums, and for a moment you think he might actually consider it.

"Then you gotta wait for next year." Karasu pauses, hoisting you up to lay atop his body. "If you don't wanna be alone then you're welcome to keep me company while I cook for us. I don't mind a cute girl in my kitchen."

Karasu is soft beneath you, warm and inviting. Large palms rubbing your hips and squeezing your ass when he gets bold.

"But you know I love cooking for you..."

Your pout earns a little smile. "Mhm, and I adore you for it. Let me love you how you love me yeah?"

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Nefer for @ryzheling Notes: this felt like a fun plan, hope you enjoy it :3

"Well then," Nefer began, breaking the silence that had settled like a blanket of freshly fallen snow. "You wanted to make a request."

You swallowed. It was near impossible not to get lost in her striking green eyes. If you didn't know better you might have imagined that was how she always ended up benefitting from every deal she made.

"Yeah, I'd like to formally get the Curatorium's help with something."

A shiver ran down your spine despite trying to remind yourself that Nefer was, to you at least, entirely harmless. Maybe she'd already seen through your little facade and was only letting you continue out of amusement.

"Tonight I'll nee-"

"That means a rush fee you know," Nefer tapped her metal claw against the desk, leaning back in her chair with a satisfied smile.

You nodded. "I know, and you'll probably want to add even more fees when you hear the details.." She would've seemed unaffected to most, but you caught the way curiosity flashed in her eyes. "It'll require the boss' undivided attention for the entire evening.."

"Oh? Aren't you a bold one." She crossed her arms, a knowing grin tugging at her lips. "And where would this job take place?"

Committed to your plan despite how swiftly she seemed to have found you out, you procured a folded note from your pocket and solemnly slid it towards her.

'Dinner at Blue Amber Lake. 7PM.'

"I'm willing to pay whatever you ask in kisses. Half upfront and half after the job is finished?"

She laughed, slowly rising to her feet and leaning over the desk with all the grace of a predator about to strike. "Oh no, something like that will cost you far more than a few measly kisses."

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Moze and Jiaoqiu for @mozeqiumins Notes: I just wanted to do something cute and domestic for you

"Moze?" Jiaoqiu counted to three in his mind, chuckling when he felt the other's presence appear directly behind him before he was finished counting.

"Could you be a dear and give this a taste?" He held up a spoon, waiting for Moze to grab it. "I would hate to make our little princess feel anything but pleasant today."

Moze sighed, reluctantly taking the spoon. "It's too spicy," he coughed.

Having heard their voices you poked your head into the kitchen, curiously watching Jiaoqiu chuckling while Moze tried to rid his mouth of the taste.

"Ah, look who's here," Jiaoqiu reached a hand towards you, smiling when you stepped closer and took it.

He brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss to each finger.

"I would have offered you a little taste but-"

"Don't accept," Moze cut in.

Jiaoqiu chuckled, taking a spoonful from the hotpot and tasting it himself. His ears twitched happily as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips.

"How was it?" He smiled at the heat that crept up your cheeks, giving your head a little pat. "Now be good, I still have a little surprise dessert to make."

The two of them nodded to each other before Moze picked you up with ease, squeezing you against his chest as he carried you away, no doubt happy to get you to himself for a short while.

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Wriothesley for @sunnytalks Notes: This has to be the most unserious Wriothesley thing I've ever created. Sorry

Wriothesley's office is quiet. Not the tranquil quiet that exists when familiar background noises provide a backdrop of nothing. There were no clinking pipes, no footsteps outside, no sound of water dripping from who knows where.

You took another step inside, almost wincing when your heel clicked against the floor.

"Your Grace?"

Nothing.

He wasn't upstairs sleeping on the couch either. You'd caught him with his legs spread wide, head tipped back, and snoring loudly a few precious times.

Maybe he was in the pankration ring.

It was only when you'd descended the stairs and reached for the doorhandle that you noticed the paper taped to the door.

'Downstairs with a surprise. Come see me. -W'

The air seemed to grow thicker with something the further you went down the hidden staircase to his private quarters.

As you laid eyes on Wriothesley's bed you suddenly understood exactly why the fortress seemed to have been holding its breath all morning. You were also wholly unsure of what to say.

Sprawled on the bed was the man himself, a satisfied smile pulling at his lips. He was wearing lace. The same bordeaux that usually accented his outfit was now the only thing on him.

"Like what you see?" Wriothesley did a little pose, one hand on his hip. "Come on, nothing at all? Do you have any idea how difficult it was to get into this without tearing it?"

You snorted at the mental image.

"Why are you-..." You trailed off, not entirely sure what question to ask first. You had many.

He winked at you, snapping the waistband playfully. "Sometimes you gotta spice things up a little down here."

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Noel Noa for @sandronesdove Notes: I'm sorry, the premise for this is pretty silly ><;

Your first instinct had been to laugh when you entered the living room. Noel sat on the couch with his legs spread and arms crossed, looking less than amused.

Laid out on the coffee table were several objects of interest; a bouquet of red roses, a small gift wrapped in red and pink, several heart shaped boxes of what you assumed to be chocolate.

Oh, and a bag from some boutique had been placed on the floor.

"I didn't think we celebrated valentine's?" You couldn't help but smile when Noel looked up at you, a brief hint of helplessness in otherwise intense eyes.

"Several women showed up after training today to lecture me about the importance of today."

Two weeks prior, he'd been interviewed for a magazine and declared (like it was nothing) that he didn't believe in celebrating valentine's day since he strived to make each day with you special in small ways.

But that didn't entirely fit with the image they had been trying to paint, and so the latter part had been cut from the article.

"They showed up with all this?" Disbelief had crept into your voice as you struggled to contain your amusement at his subtle hints of exasperation.

"They did."

Noel parted his legs further, patting the spot between them in silent invitation. Settling against his broad frame felt like truly coming home, warmth and safety enveloping you.

"I suppose there are certain benefits to dating a celebrity hm?"

He didn't retaliate, instead burying his face into the crook of your neck and pressing several kisses against the skin before pulling back slightly. "Let me remind you of a few more benefits of dating me."