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Krowe @sackofcrows.bsky.social · 21/11/2025

GO FORTH, MY MOTH ARMY, WRITE ANGST IN MY NAME

Krowe @sackofcrows.bsky.social · 12/11/2025

(Repost bc I forgot the tags) 🔞“Can’t be good for me but, God, we’re fucking poetry.”🔞 Transfem Vampire Caitlyn and Monster Hunter Vi have some… roundabout ways of venting their frustration with each other. archiveofourown.org/works/74048856 #Caitvi #arcane

When fate bestowed Violet “Vi” Lanes into the ancilla’s path, Caitlyn had thoroughly convinced herself that there was no way in the far hells or heavens beyond that she would allow herself to get attached to a mortal life again.

Truly, only a fool would invite such misfortune into their home, into their bed. Only an imbecile would allow themselves to lay in the warmth of a mortal. Only one so utterly asinine would continue to do so after discovering they were her enemy. The enemy.

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Caitlyn is a vampire, Vi is a monster hunter... Sometimes there's better ways of venting frustration with each other than fighting.

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Krowe @sackofcrows.bsky.social · 11/11/2025

Goods secured 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

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Krowe @sackofcrows.bsky.social · 06/11/2025

New stickers to the setuppppp

Krowe @sackofcrows.bsky.social · 31/10/2025

Happy Halloween to alllllll hehehe 🎃👻

Krowe @sackofcrows.bsky.social · 28/10/2025

Hi anon! Sorry—forgot to check my straw for a sec I have so many recs, 3 isn’t nearly enough T-T but, in no order, three that I think about daily: Charred (E) - PiltoversWhiniest Overflow (M) - Amperdue / @wondrabread.bsky.social Hot Mess (E) - Aintnatsu / @aintnatsu.bsky.social

A strawpage question under the prompt “questions, prompts, random bullshit? Sky’s the limit :)” asking: “Top three fanfic recommendations?”

It is dated from 2 days ago since sending.

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Krowe @sackofcrows.bsky.social · 25/10/2025

Aaaand, a little caitvi snippet for good measure. Good for the soul and all 🙂‍↕️ Tfem vampire Cait x monster hunter Vi 👉😎👉

“You’re more desperate than I thought, Kiramman,” Vi drawled, one hand firmly wrapped around the dagger as her other began to traverse the valley between Caitlyn’s breasts. Further, down the taut skin of her tensed stomach and further, still, to tease at the embarrassingly thin gossamer, darkened in a patch over her throbbing, dripping tip.

Had she the facilities for it, Caitlyn was certain her face would be coloured identically to the feathered red-pink locks that decorated her unlikely lover’s head.

“Tease me any further and I’ll tear your throat open and finish the job myself,” she spoke in a barely contained groan, pointed fangs bared and glistening with spittle behind her parted lips.

“You’d do that regardless,” Vi laughed, a throaty, satisfied sound as she reached that same hand—far too delicately—to the edge of Caitlyn’s nightdress.

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Krowe @sackofcrows.bsky.social · 11/10/2025

‘Craving an Excuse’ a short piece written for #chembaroncaitlynweek days 2 and 6 (shimmer/drugs and caitvi) is live on AO3 now :) archiveofourown.org/works/72304776 #arcane #caitvi

An AO3 page titled “Craving an Excuse”

Summary:

A dealer is never to get high on their own supply… Or so Caitlyn had said when she wrested control of Silco’s shimmer empire and taken her seat upon a throne more crooked than the smouldering remains of The Last Drop.

Yet, as she sat, one ankle crossed over her knee, she watched a pair of wrapped hands bring a flickering flame to the end of her quellazaire. Heat took hold and a pale, purple smoke floated, languid, from its end.

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After putting down one of her henchmen, Caitlyn finds herself at the end of a shimmer-laced cigarette once again.

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Krowe @sackofcrows.bsky.social · 07/10/2025

Atoning for my sins and scribbling otw back to campus 🙂‍↕️

A notebook open in the backseat of a car, light is falling on the pages from a window to its side. The pages are written on in scratchy handwriting.

Krowe @sackofcrows.bsky.social · 06/10/2025

There may not be balloons here… but I’m gonna act like there is anyway 🙂‍↕️

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Krowe @sackofcrows.bsky.social · 05/10/2025

digitalising and editing soon… ✨

An open notebook with many pages written on though their contents are unclear in the image. It’s implied that they are Caitvi fanfiction, however. A pen rests on the open pages at an angle, as if just placed down from writing.

Krowe @sackofcrows.bsky.social · 02/10/2025

One day I’ll be able to write smut without stopping and staring at myself in the mirror like a concerned Christian mother… One day

A handwritten line in a journal that reads “There’s my good girl,” in black ink.

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Krowe @sackofcrows.bsky.social · 29/09/2025

She came in like a wrecking balllllll

A rough sketch of dinosaur vi (vino) taking the place of Hammond (Wrecking Ball) from Overwatch. She is sat at the top of the ball shaped robot with four legs that look crab like with a large eye like structure in the centre. Her head is very squishy, with fat rolls on her neck and two round arms poking over the top of the robot.

Krowe @sackofcrows.bsky.social · 29/09/2025

Writing smut by hand at 3 in the morning instead of sleeping at an orderly time when classes start tomorrow… education hates to see me coming.

A journal page where the words “Fuck me, Violet.” are written in black pen. Other pages are visibly written in, but not fully shown, implying many more pages of the story have already been written.

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Krowe @sackofcrows.bsky.social · 23/09/2025

This place also needs to see my PC setup 🥰

A computer setup consisting of a Home Screen of thecosmicrae’s dinosaur caitvi au and a desktop computer with glowing lights spinning on the fans.

A desktop PC covered in caitvi dinosaur stickers made by thecosmicrae

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Krowe @sackofcrows.bsky.social · 23/09/2025

Busted out the iPad bc my phone was misbehaving, artistic mastery is here on the horizon @thecosmicrae.bsky.social

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Krowe @sackofcrows.bsky.social · 30/06/2025

Chapter two of The Piltover Times' 36 Questions to Fall in Love is live on AO3 now :) archiveofourown.org/works/666526... #Arcane #caitvi

The Piltover Times' 36 Questions to Fall in Love

Chapter 2: One Thing

Summary:

Violet Lanes had moved away from California for one thing, and one thing only: forget about Matilda Cook. It was a single, focused task, something concrete. Something she should have had no problems with, given enough time to adjust. A few broad strokes and Matilda would be gone, Caitlyn Kiramman would be gone, a distant thought left buried. A few broad strokes and Vi would finally be able to sleep through the night again.

The problem with single, focused tasks, however, was that they never did manage to stay singular.

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Krowe @sackofcrows.bsky.social · 18/06/2025

The first chapter of my 36 Questions inspired caitvi fic “The Piltover Times’ 36 Questions to Fall in Love” is live on AO3 now! :) archiveofourown.org/works/66652657 #Arcane #caitvi

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Krowe @sackofcrows.bsky.social · 09/06/2025

I don’t think @/TheSpaceRae has a bsky but it is of the upmost importance that this needs to be shared on all of my socials because LOOK AT HER! LOOK AT VINOSAUR!

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Krowe @sackofcrows.bsky.social · 31/05/2025

Oh yeah—because I forgot to put them here too—puppy origins <3

Piltover’s streets were almost entirely empty as Vi trudged through the rain in drenched boots and a uniform that, maddeningly, didn’t come standard with a hood.

When she’d asked Caitlyn why, she’d cited some old rule book on etiquette and presentation; something about hoods hiding too much of the face. Laughable, really, when their uniform came with a standard issue mask for fissure gas. Regardless, when Caitlyn had passed her a stack of papers and offered for her to fill out a request for a force-wide uniform change, Vi had quickly come to the conclusion that it was a problem for another day.

Another day, clearly, had not come fast enough.

It wasn’t a long walk back to the manor–which she would have deigned to, once again, call Caitlyn’s manor, had she not had the concept swiftly beaten out of her with a pillow–so, at the very least, it wasn’t too much of a problem that day. About five minutes away from the entrance gates, however, her trek was interrupted by a yowl somewhere to her side. Sparing a glance down an alley between two connected housing blocks, the culprit became readily apparent.

Somewhere in the middle of the passageway, a small, ruddy dog was locked in a standoff with a black cat. Backed to the wall, its teeth were bared in all the ferocity an animal the size of a stuffed toy could hope to achieve and Vi couldn’t help herself but to turn on her heel and start down the path toward them.

Another hiss, another growl, and the cat swiped toward the pup. Its claws struck home against the dog’s leg before turning to bolt down the alley. Before Vi had even gotten half-way down the street, it was gone, slinking into the city and out of sight, leaving only the dog behind.

The dog, however, didn’t dare move from its spot. Tiny ears pointed up, its beady, black eyes turned toward Vi. Closer, she could see the way its fur had matted around its face, reddish clumps of hair that had stuck together with some mix of mud and grot. The lower half of its face was a pale brown colour, the same as the tufts that covered the front of its chest.

Much like it had done with the cat, its lips pulled back to form a snarl, disrupted with whines and sniffles as it leant all of its weight on one side, injured left paw held off the ground. When Vi stepped closer, it barked again, backing itself until its tail hit the wall.
“Hey–hey it’s ok,” Vi called just barely over the hammering of the rain around them, lowering herself to one knee.

Barking as it may have been, the pup was just that, a pup. It seemed more frightened than angry, shivering from the cold and bleeding in small drops to the concrete below, washed away by the rain into a storm drain to its side.

She curled her hand into a fist and shifted closer, inch by inch, until she could hold it a short distance away from the dog’s muzzle.

“See, it’s ok, yeah?” She murmured, watching as it took a tentative step forward. Hackles still raised, the pup limped toward her, until its wet nose pressed into the skin between her knuckles. It sniffed, once, twice, then tilted its head to the side to inspect the rest of her hand, then the front of her arm.

Only after a short minute of careful examination did the pup seem to make its decision clear. Its tongue darted between its lips and licked at her hand, tail flopping back and forth in a slow wag. It parted its jaws and Vi flinched back, only for it to extend further and into a slow, exaggerated yawn.

With a laugh, Vi unfurled her hand and gently scratched at the dog’s chin, letting it nuzzle against her. “How about we get you home, huh?” She reached one hand toward the back of its head, feeling for a collar.

All she found was fur.

“Oh!” She tilted her head to the side and the dog copied her, meeting her eye and letting its tongue loll on its mouth. “Nowhere to go, little guy?”

The dog sniffed, reeled its head back, and sneezed hard enough to launch itself back onto its hind legs and flop back down to the wet street below. Water splashed against her boots, and Vi glanced up at the darkening sky above.

The faint beginnings of stars were starting to speckle the nightline, brushed like flicked paint over a deep navy backdrop. Caitlyn would be expecting her home soon…

“Alright… guess you’re coming with me then,” shifting out of the awkward crouch she’d lowered herself into, she raised one soaked pant leg from the ground and found herself squatting in front of the dog.

She shrugged her uniform jacket off her shoulders, scooped the dog up with one arm and bundled it in the thick, velvety fabric with the other. The pup fussed at first, wriggling and thrashing its tiny paws in her arms but, eventually, it settled into her coat with a huff.

Vi pushed herself to stand, legs aching in opposition to how long she’d spent in the position, and cradled her coat close to her chest.

“Don’t worry,” she spoke, half to herself, as she started back down the alley and toward the manor once more, “Cait’s gonna love you.”

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Krowe @sackofcrows.bsky.social · 27/05/2025

It’s here. Who cheered? I did 🙂‍↕️ Dead Eyes, Wet Fangs Chapter 9 is live now on AO3! archiveofourown.org/works/625152...

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Krowe @sackofcrows.bsky.social · 27/05/2025

One last snippet before I blaze through the last page or two of ch9, edit it, post it, and curl up to pass out before work 🙂‍↕️

An extract of Dead Eyes, Wet Fangs Chapter 9 reading the following:

“I know better. You look like shit.” The man pulled a pipe and lighter from his pocket, placed the former between his lips and flicked open the latter. His thumb swiped over the strike wheel, once, twice, three times, and he grumbled under his breath as it refused to spark to light.

Flit, flit, flit. Flit, flit, flit. Flit–

Vi slammed her hands on the table and shoved herself up to stand. Across the room, the man jolted, enough so that his thumb once more flicked over the wheel, and flame burst to life across the lighter’s wick. Bringing it up to his pipe’s bowl—

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Krowe @sackofcrows.bsky.social · 23/05/2025

🗣️ Are you a Signalis fan? 🗣️ Are you a Helldivers fan? 🗣️ Go read @elsterchapman.bsky.social’s ongoing crossover fic, Höllentaucher archiveofourown.org/works/62748811 I made an OC Starling that’s a part of it and he means the world to me so I’m totally unbiased in my recommendation 🙂‍↕️

HÖLLENTAUCHER I: Die Letzte Elster
Elster_0807

Summary:

The Aufklärungszerstörer-512 receives a new shipment of Replikas after the majority of their original detachment is killed, all but their sole remaining LSTR unit. Grappling with loss, isolation and visceral, slogging fights for survival, she struggles to open herself to camaraderie with new comrades as she seeks freedom from the cycle of war, deep behind enemy lines.

An expert of Höllentaucher chapter 1 reading the following:

“WARNUNG! Höllentaucher verloren!” a garbled voice shouted through my crackling intercom. Fuck… I grumbled. “Achtung! This is your commanding officer. We are deploying extraction. Abort mission and return to camp immediately, we can’t afford any further losses,” the officer ordered.

I stared at the console in front of me in silence. My hands trembled over the controls of the mechanized walker I sat within. My quivering breath echoed inside the steel chamber. I was shrouded in the darkness of the cockpit. Small screens made up the only light in the machine. Nine days… Nine days and seven fucking lives just to turn back…

My heart churned in my synthetic chest like a parasite. Th-This can’t be… happening again… I choked on my thoughts. As if to confirm the fears I already knew to be true, I reluctantly glanced at the system interface module screen embedded in my left forearm. A brief status of myself and my squadmates was on display.

IMAGE: A digital display screen stylised like those from Signalis, showing the outline of 4 replika, two ARAR, one STAR, and an LSTR. All but the LSTR (which is green) are red and labeled as dead by their system status.

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Krowe @sackofcrows.bsky.social · 21/05/2025

Back on my (main) vampire shit, all is going according to plan 🙂‍↕️

An extract of Dead Eyes, Wet Fangs Chapter 9 reading the following:

“Do me a favour?” Vi shifted closer again, until her knee brushed against Caitlyn’s. Her bare hand moved alongside it, gingerly hovering in front of her own chest, palm out.

The topsider gave her a look, but nodded.

“Open your mouth,” Vi said, and, immediately, that look morphed into a confused gawk.

“What?”

“Just for a second, I want to check something.”

Krowe @sackofcrows.bsky.social · 20/05/2025

In celebration of having free time and deciding to use my keyboard for evil 🔞 age gap vampire yuri with a millennia old mistress who survives eternally via taking her thralls’ bodies as vessels 🔞 I’ll be back on the Dead Eyes grind shortly 🙂‍↕️ Just needed these brain worms out first

So, when Cyra reached for her face, pressed fingers of her right hand to her convert’s temple and glanced within her racing thoughts, one stream would run louder than them all.

Take me. Wear me. Slide into my body, under my skin, and overwrite me. Shuck me off like clothes on a hot summer day when you tire of me and leave me to rot like the rest. But please, for all that’s unholy, let me fulfil what I was made for.

If there ever was a god, it's you, and I was always made in your image. Let me worship you, in the only way I know how. Please. Please. Please.

And yet, thoughts were a fickle thing, too easily lost; too hard to bring to fruition. In reality, all that could escape her parted lips were pants and groans, her eyes fluttering as she clenched around her mistress’ fingers with ever increasing desperation. They crooked within her, dug out pleasure long buried and forced tears from the corners of her eyes.

“Please, I—“ she whined, breath caught in her throat. Her hands clawed down Cyra’s back, leaving angry, red marks on flawless skin. A sin, in itself, to leave a trace of her pleasure on a portrait made a millennia before her.

But it was alright. It would all be alright. It was her life’s work to become good, to become worthy. She had her mistress’ attention now and, surely, that had to mean something.

Above, Cyra smiled, a warm curve of her lips that breathed temptation in every manner of the word. She pulled her wrist back, left her aching and empty and thrumming with want as a choked sob wrenched out of her chest. Yet, before she could complain, a voice offered sweet nothings in the depths of her head, carded practiced fingers through the frayed and matted threads of her mind.

‘Trust me’ it soothed, ‘feel me’ and there was nothing she could do but nod, dumbly, vision hazed with tears that fell and stained her cheeks as surely as the dripping need of her cunt on the bed sheets.

“I need—need—“ she groaned, grasping harder at her mistress’ shoulders, nails dug deep into the skin to pull her close. Closer, still, until her chest pressed against her own, until their skin met at every juncture, slick with shared sweat.

‘I’ve got you, now. I’ve got you,’ punctuated with a swipe of Cyra’s thumb over her clit. Her hips jolted up, chased friction, and she was rewarded with those same, lithe fingers sliding back inside.

Faster, that time, they pulled away and fucked back into her, forced pleasure through every nerve, alight in veneration for the woman above.

It came for her then, the knot in her stomach that wound tighter with each thrust, each circle of her aching clit. And, before she could stop it, it snapped loose. She fell, untethered, as her back arched upward, wrapped around her mistress’ fingers.

Caught in the web of her voice, her touch. She found, she couldn’t remember her own name. She found, she didn’t care. When she reached for herself, all she would find was Cyra by night’s end.

Krowe @sackofcrows.bsky.social · 15/05/2025

On a related note, I should not be trusted to take tags seriously in the slightest

Krowe @sackofcrows.bsky.social · 14/05/2025

“Perception Check (Make a Casualty of Me)” is live now with its first chapter :) 🔞E rated, please mind the tags🔞 archiveofourown.org/works/65484547 (The plan of a oneshot became 2 chapters instead, oops)

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Krowe @sackofcrows.bsky.social · 09/05/2025

Sometimes the fixation on lore is useful... sometimes ✨

A section of WIP writing that reads the following:

That same surge of ingrained desire shot through her, a rented familiarity that set her own flesh ablaze. Searing, like the fires of her great-father’s favoured domain; lapping and insistent under her skin like the blood of the Styx.

His voice was quiet here. Her mind was clearer, her thoughts her own… It was sickening. Lonely, even with the languid mumblings of her unwitting passenger, even with the feeling that this body had long since sold some part of it to another power greater than itself. Bhaal may be gone, but something else had sunk its claws into her quarry long before Orin.

Krowe @sackofcrows.bsky.social · 03/05/2025

Been working on a BG3 oneshot on and off for a little now, concept being: “what if Orin didn’t just imitate someone as a changeling but instead possessed them?” Also known as “an Orin/Shadowheart (kind of) bodyswap” 🔞CW: Knifeplay that is not safe nor sane, homoerotic homicidal behaviour🔞

An extract reading the following:

There was something novel about inhabiting the form of another, not merely an imitation, but a true shift of being. A transfer of the mind and soul, from one wretched humanoid to another. Flesh sang an entirely different hymn of pain at the whims of another’s nerves and the half-elf’s were a livewire compared to her own. Delicate and responsive, more than they had any right to be, a hiss pulled between her teeth as Orin pressed the dagger’s tip harder.

Her borrowed heart pounded in anticipation, a fear she hadn’t tasted for the better part of a decade, rich and pungent as the tang of sweat that rolled beneath her nose and into her parted lips. A little harder, a little further, and that heart would cease to beat. It could all come to a spluttering halt and paint the tent around her a glorious, sanctified red… The thought alone sent a shudder to her spine, a warm jolt to the pit of her stomach.

Krowe @sackofcrows.bsky.social · 29/04/2025

I’ve made it in life, I got written as a minor background character in an arcane fanfic 🙂‍↕️ Never again will I need to achieve anything else

A snippet of Vi_tality by Arclaconia on AO3:

Krowe’s Sporting Goods sells everything from baseball bats to baseball caps to actual baseballs a genuinely massive selection, and then it also sells—

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Krowe @sackofcrows.bsky.social · 26/04/2025

Just me and you against the world, bongocat desktop buddy. Just us and the evils of the empty google doc

A pink gummy version of the bongocat meme on top of a desktop taskbar, its paws are raised and "NYAA!" is hovering over its head.