#cantuscorvi

[kisumitenderly]

💋 hehueheu

A smooch that gives him a little something back 🤭

[nvrcmplt]

🍦 — favorite ice cream flavor(s)? 🍰 — favorite sweet(s)/dessert(s)? 🐶 — any pets?

Icecream Flavours

I am a sucker for a good cornish icecream, vanilla mostly. If I'm going into the absolutely wreck myself, double choco cookie dough with all the dairy choco sauce, and kinda bueno pieces etc.

Sweets

Not that much of a faaaaaan, I am more of a Deserts gal as I've gotten older? But I do enjoy a good daim bar or twirl.

Deserts

I love pancakes / waffles sm, I will have it anywheeeeeere. I'm also a sucker ofr Lemon Cheesecake, Lemon Icing, Lemon Curd cakes too. I love lemon in anything.

Pets!

My son, Oli - I miss he alot ;; and my daughters, Jess and Annabelle, his Grandma and Mother. This has been nearly a year now? He died on the 6th Jan 2024. rip buddy.

His cute face v.

[lionfanged]

🗒 — what is/are your favorite genre(s)/theme(s) to write? 🤔 — what genre(s)/theme(s) do you struggle to write the most?

MUNDAY ASKS // accepting!

ahh... the opposing questions...

i like writing things with action, movement, lots of internal turmoil! but i simultaneously struggle with creating realistic, tangible drama that people can connect with.

i also hate things that i have to build up towards, lol. i get burnt out when i am building up to a grand, dramatic reveal and taking the necessary steps to do so--setting the scene, building up characters, getting everything in place...

by the time i am ready to write what ive been dying to write, im tired of writing, and ive left the project to rot.

so quick-paced action and instant fulfillment tends to be what i go for, before my short attention span wears out 🥲

[kkkindered]

💭 THOUGHT BALLOON — my muse's personality (k'in!)

MOODBOARD MEME — K'IN

“ What if your impression of me, was wrong? ”

[sansloii]

“This fits a little better now.” the woman hums to herself, stretching one hand out and and adjusting the sleeve of the suit jacket with a pleased little quirk of her lips. She does the same to the other sleeve before looking over the jacket as a whole in the mirror. Manicured hands smooth over the lapels of the jacket and she stands up a bit straighter, turning a bit to the left and right with a slow once over of herself. Her expression is a little contemplative, ash brown eyes flicking between the breast pocket of the jacket and the sleeves a couple times.

“…What would you pair with this?” The mob boss tilts her head to the side as her eyes linger on herself for just a few moments more. They eventually slide over to the tailor, and she turns her head a bit to properly look at him. “Like… in terms of ties or pocket squares. Perhaps some cuff-links, too.”

Mini-Starter Call | @cantuscorvi

[of-elitiism]

“With all due respect, which is none —” ( i need Raum and Adri bitching at each other in my life again )

𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐

"Were you not supposed to expire, so to speak? As of last year or so?" pokes her index finger into his chest, hard, with plenty indignation.

[lunarscaled]

@cantuscorvi replied to your post “-> looks at you in tiny lizard.”:

Putting them in a jar a and shaking it a little bit

​-> STOP? STOP? LEAVE THEM ALONE??

[lured-into-wonderland]

:^)

The handwriting on the paper is elegant. But the princess is still puzzled why it was handed to her. Who was bold (or foolish?) enough to indulge himself into this game? With her. The man looks intimidating; but she’s well taught not to show such feelings. Two bingos look worrying (or promising), but Nunnally is more concerned with the squares crossed in red. Is that the real message he’s trying to convey to her? Does he dare to suggest he has the courage to judge her? To refuse the fealty she is entitled to by birth? She’s not amused any more. Reaching a hand to him: --

“At least you are well aware I don’t take orders. I am the one who give them.” – she’s curious of his reactions. Will he follow the order of a princess? Though she wouldn’t be that bold if they were alone.

@cantuscorvi

[conquestar]

“i feel no surprise when you disturb the peace.”

starters from the 44 bce speech by cicero || @cantuscorvi

Lucien raised an unassuming, denotively curious brow and glanced around the room. His expression���always bearing a smile or an undertone of contentment—betrayed none of his thoughts, and when his golden eyes paused on Raum, a flash of soundless amusement flickered in their corners. Like a snort, but without the unappealing sound.

"No man sitting alone with his thoughts has ever been at peace," Lucien said, having witnessed this particular brand of brooding countless times before.

Augustus, too, liked to sit alone and ruminate in his thoughts when things weren't going his way.

The plebeians loved him, of course, and they ate from the palms of his hands like obedient pigeons nibbling at the seeds of their caretaker. All it took was some grain and entertainment. Bread and circuses, they called it. But the public only bore witness to the broadcasted personality of their emperor—the one that wrote itself down in history.

The thoughtful and intelligent Augustus who brought success to the Roman Empire—he was a great emperor on the pages of history books and a human in Lucien's memory, a dear friend, but also the greatest grouch of his century.

No man was calm and wise without the burden of intelligence. No man could ever find peace when his head was filled with thoughts.

The corner of Lucien's lips twitched with something akin to annoyance, but it was hard to tell when the shift happened faster than a falling star on a bright, moonlit night.

"Finish your coffee and take your jacket, Mr Weiss. If you can read me so well, you should also know I care not for your lack of surprise—it's called adapting and learning; congratulate yourself and let us go. Only a dying man wishes for peace; you're very much alive, and as such, you must eat. I'm taking you for dinner."

[kisumitenderly]

❤️💔📖

❤️answered here

💔Is there a certain type of person Kisumi will avoid a relationship wth?

Of course Kisumi would never enter a serious relationship with anyone who doesn't have long term goals of settling down. He really wants to find his 'someone'. That as well as anyone who seems unmotivated within their life in terms of careers or hobbies. He really wants to have connections with someone who has things going for them and will encourage him to do the same. He wants to come home at the end of the day excited to hear what his partner has gotten up to, or listen to them explaining something their excited for or hobbies they've ventured into. He wouldn't last long in a relationship with a hobbyless homebody.

📖What activity does Kisumi enjoy partaking with his partner?

Kisumi would love cooking with his partners. For each other or together. Kisumi wants to make them coffee in the morning and wake their body up to the world and spend those quiet moments together. He also really enjoys just the simple things like going shopping together or even doing chores because his life is so fast paced at times these things are so simple and wholesome it makes him melt.

[nvrcmplt]

Raum stopping dead once he walks into the room and squinting at Lilu. He gestures at the shirt the other wore.

“That’s mine.” A displeased hum left him as he got closer. He’s wondered where it had gotten to for a while, missed it, even.

“Letting yourself into my closet again. . .” His nose wrinkled as fingers pinched the fabric, the very fibers twisting on their own, the garment suddenly becoming awfully constricting.

Lilu was a sticky-finger bandit, he wasn't a man to flaunt his wins and borrowed goods, but it was a little harder to steal from his fellow demons when they practically lived in each other's back pockets when it suited them. The over-grown imp that was Lilu, was in a world of his own joys as he turned himself in the mirror, looking at how good the stitching and fit was over his more slender frame. Smoothing fingers down the sleeve to adjust the twist of fabric and already debating the dangling earrings he'll wear with the shades upon his being only to be stopped by the opening of the door. A face well adored and welcomed between his thighs any day only for it to be pinched this time. "Oh, dear… " Yes, he was a bit of a magpie with Raum's closet, but what can a pretty demon do? He was just born this way.

"It's ours." A pout upon lips, arms moving to press his hands against his own chest, as if cuddling himself to keep the fabric out of reach, but of course, it would do nothing but obey its creator. After all, the stitching was demonically good and that was what was digging into his skin now. The perfect fall of it now skin tight and getting tighter that made the lust-borne scrunch his noise in faux pain and reach out to smack at Raum's shoulder. "Don't be such an imp ~! I look fabulous, and you're just jealous I look better in your clothes than you do." Yes it was petty, it wasn't at all what demons of their calibre should really be messing around with, but when life gives you Raum's shirts, you keep them in your horde of stolen goods.

"I'm not giving it back." A hiss, as he felt his bones creak at a certain angle, but most demons were not ones to breathe! Still, it was terribly uncomfortable. "Allow me this one shirt, do you wish for me to dress in drags upon Lucifer's arrival? Do you hate me that much these days, Imp-Raum?"

@cantuscorvi

[lionfanged]

🎄 — favorite holiday(s)? 🍝 — favorite food(s)?

MUNDAY ASKS // accepting!

i love valentine's day. i also like easter, but for the colors. same with valentine's day. i love the pinks and pastels and all the bright colors injecting into my brain after a long, cold, dull gray winter here in washington state. i am already wishing it was spring again because it's beginning to get dark and gloomy :')

favorite foods... i like steak, i like mac n cheese, i like sweet n sour chicken, i like corn dogs... i honestly can't rly think of any super interesting favorite foods. i'm a bland white person who can't handle anything spicy, for one, lol. i've gotten better about being willing to try things though! but some textures and combos just put me way too much off.

[kkkindered]

👕 POLO SHIRT — my muse's appearance/fashion preferences (delta!)

MOODBOARD MEME — DELTA

baggy/flowy clothes he can have nice walks in and feel the breeze

[iappearmissing]

❝  Trust  is  a  two-way  street.  If  I  ask  it  from  you,  you’re  getting  it  from  me.  ❞ (for bruce :3c )

" if only it were that easy. "

spoken with a sigh of laughter and a too-serious hint of realism, bruce scanned and watched with keen eyes as the blond tailor took his measurements with utmost care. usually, he always went to the same tailor, always the same. a trusted family friend whose business had enwoven itself into the wayne name, well-known for being the origin of all of the wayne men's suits, bruce had been a little more than disappointed to hear that even for him, charlie had been booked.

it meant precious time had to be plucked out of his bustling schedule to find someone else, to source out a verifiably worthy tailor capable of meeting the public's ever scornful criticism for when bruce hit its eye.

when raum had come to him highly praised and highly sought out, bruce had, tentatively, his secretary see if an appointment could be carved out last-minute for him. he had an upcoming appearance at a charity event that required him to look sharp, yet not wholly center stage, and more often than not, reusing an old look often drew more eyes than it should.

even with his family name and his own status preceding him, he had still been mildly taken aback by this busy, popular tailor finding time for him the very next day.

" but with all of the good things i have heard, " bruce began, eyeing raum as he lifted his right arm to better accommodate the shift and pull of his tape measure. " i think it'd be silly of me not to trust your work. "

[of-elitiism]

👀 expose adri lmao

send 👀 for a dirty thought or fantasy my muse has had about yours.

Oh, sweet mother of Hell, did she truly have to? Adrianna was acutely aware that whatever truth she will spill will undoubtedly be used against her when she was least likely to expect it. This human-muppet-wearing hellspawn would spare her no mercy. But, then again, when has she shown him any?

"I wish i could shove my fingers down your mouth and pinch that sharp tongue of yours right in the middle of one of your conceited speeches."

"I want to see you sweaty, breathless and dazed in ecstasy right after i've brought you to your final point, before you would even realized you have ended up as disheveled and tousled like a street dog underneath me."

"I year to hear you spew curses and pleas in your mother tongue as i deny you completion, over and over again."

"I dream of the opportunity to torture you with fire... stub my cigarette on your tongue, paint tears on your cheeks with hot wax... Anything that will thaw out that frozen asshole i first fought in Hell and turn him into an obscene mess."

Casually she takes a drag of her cigarette and puff the smoke unaffected.

"I want to fucking ruin you, Raum. And i want you to enjoy it."

[lunarscaled]

🍫 quest: introduce bird to snack :^)

11.11 ( POCKY DAY )

"---Today I want to drink something that goes with this."

-> Lyric held up two separate white boxes of Pocky candies. They couldn't read all the writing on them, but Lyric knew the flavor as it was told to them: Creamy Vanilla. Apparently, it was some kind of regional exclusive flavor, and a contract that they work with had brought back extras as souvenirs. Sat in their usual chair at the dining room table, Lyric can observe their carefully stacked piles of books and notes on their latest research project, pursuing some illusive creature's fur for a client that has quickly led them down a rabbit hole of rumors and speculation that swiftly gets them nowhere. Just as their fact-checking is ebbing towards a frustration tipping point, Raum reminds them that it's time to take a break. What tea would they like today? ( and the question is such a routine, Lyric startles themselves when they immediately lay their pen to rest in the crease of their book, closing it gently to not crush anything as they stand up from their hunched over working posture and streeeetch until their spine pops. For a moment they are on their feet in place, swaying as blood rushes up and down---had they always moved so decisively at his call? they feel an itching burn on their back they can't quite reach and don't know where it's from. had they? ) Just when they think they feel like the world is tipping out from under them, that there is something there, something right there that they can't name and is just out of their grasp, clawing for their tongue and it's---

Lyric?

-> They turned to face him. He stands in the doorway of the kitchen, a dishtowel and a cup in his hands. He doesn't seem particularly concerned despite calling out for them, and Lyric only remembered the extra snacks sitting in their messenger bag as they were passing it going to take their seat. They didn't always eat well if Raum didn't cook for them, and they took breaks even less. He tidied the living room, he cleaned the dishes, he did the shopping and the meal work and they paid him in blood from their wrists that seemed to be unending. Pools of life ichor could accumulate at their feet from how much they have spent, they're sure. ... was this sustainable, still? A buzzing in their skull. They turn away from it when they open the top of one box and open the plastic packet, spoiling their appetite preemptively by chewing on one with thought. They hold the box out to Raum and shake it; did he like sweets? He had a moderate sweet tooth as they did, right? They think they remembered that.

"You have to try it to pick something, right? So, here. You can have one."