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[mannequinentity]

how many ocs do you have?

questions for writers: volume i

I have seven in total including Manny.

It's a variety ranging from independent, grieving single mom taking care of her daughter, to supernatural capybara that crash landed on earth.

There's two OCs I like to make whenever i get my roots back. Love to make a psychological horror Prince living in his mind, his imaginations coming to life within the isolations of his castle. The other is a serial killer. I don't know where to go with that yet. It's the least thought-out OC so far.

Honestly, need more comedic OCs to balance out the serious ones I have.

[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.

[royaletiquette]

❛  are you always so competitive?  ❜

Questions | @cantuscorvi

"Hm?" Responding without even looking at Raum at first, her eyes still obviously trying to eye that girl between the swirling people and their own dancing. It wasn't until Hibiko met his stare that the words registered. "I'm not competitive," sounding almost confused.

Raum barely swallowed a chuckle at the ignorance, the princess mocking a face of shock and offense. "If it wouldn't risk causing a scene, I would walk away from you right now, I hope you know that." An honest threat that equally humored her. "I wouldn't say so. I just," she had a sudden thought that brought a sourness to her face momentarily. "It's not like she's very fond of me, either. She was quite cruel when Kana and I split up."

"Besides, I would think your ego may be fed for days with the fact that out of all these people here, I went to you to one-up her." Satisfaction mixed with cockiness filled her due to the princess' smart thinking.

But guh, Hibiko was sick of that girl being the focus of conversation for so long. "You know, Raum, sooner or later you'll have to learn to say no to me. Or at the very least pretend to be upset by how beneficial you being here is to me sometimes." Of course she used him when appropriate, as did everyone to anyone, and as she expected he would to her inevitably. But he hasn't yet, not to her knowledge that is. The realization caused the guilt from her words to sting. "Am I not useful to you as well?" A heavily loaded question, almost sounding upset by the one-sided means to an end. It wasn't right if he didn't do so in return...

[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??

[nvrcmplt]

[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."

[moonglittering]

what sort of things does your muse look for in a partner?

what sort of things does your muse AVOID in a partner?

✨ @cantuscorvi. meme. still accepting!

+ virote likes his autonomy. he has a lot of hobbies and stuff... he loves his job, no matter the verse. he loves what he does and he loves having a curious little spirit, so he likes someone that gives him enough autonomy to explore those things without breathing down his neck—cuz he's not rly fond of super clingy, pathetic... men lgfdjglkfd. let him have his time pursue his passions and interests and causes!

he looks for someone that also has their own interests and their own life. and sure! he luvs spending time with his boyfriend, whoever he may be. and he loves learning things from them and him teaching and all this. you know, exchanging experiences and stuff! but there's a time and a place.

and sometimes he just needs to be alone and not have the other party offended by it.

ya boi has a fiercely independent spirit. :")

+ ... now for what he avoids. hes not really fond of men that dont shut up and by that i mean mfs who are all ' you're my moon and my sun and my flowers and universe ' it's like bruh if you don't stfu with that corny shit, he's gonna throw up. it's one of his biggest turn offs ldjldjkfsfs. that's one of his biggest things is that overly sappy talk. it doesn't feel genuine.

there's a term for that where he's from and its bpakwaan = sweet talker / sweet mouth. but he doesn't use it endearingly lol. because there's nothing endearing about that kind of stuff to him.

like... that may be romantic to somebody but it don't work in his neighborhood.

just tell him he has great taste in contemporary literature and say his ass looks great in leather pants and keep it movin tbh he don't need all the bloat and junk of high praises that veers into cheesy territory. he doesn't want worship; he wants something that feels simple and maybe even a little crude.

he has more love for men that playfully bully him cuz at least he can come back with it and make it a little game.

[kissmeau]

♡ !

@cantuscorvi | PRE - ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME .

send a ♡ and i’ll fill this out for our muses !  i’ll bold what i want for their relationship, italic what i could see and strike out what i don’t .

FRIENDS.   childhood friends  /  work friends  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  /  turning into something romantic  /  stable  /  falling apart  /  friendship of need  /  friendship of circumstance  pen - pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners  /  other .

ROMANCE.   childhood sweethearts  /  newly entered  /  soulmates  /  skinny love  /  unrequited from my muses side  /  unrequited from your muses side  /  friends with benefits  /  awkward  /  fading  /  turning  toxic  /  toxic  and  destructive  /  other .

FAMILIAL BOND.   sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  /  other .

ENEMIES.   dangerous to themselves  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  passionate  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into a sexual tension  /  developing into a romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based of misunderstandings or lies  /  other .

[of-elitiism]

@cantuscorvi asked: omg pls gimme raum/adri for the kid meme i wanna see what their crazy spawn looks like If they had a kid:

Name: Rosalind

Gender: female

General Appearance: tall, elegant and statuesque, pale skin and icy blue eyes, hair a dusty blonde that catches the light just right. Often seen wearing classic, feminine ensembles, shirts with cashmere jumpers, pleated skirts, mary jane shoes, a headband and pearls. Got her stare from Adrianna, stoic, stern and alluring.

Personality: very intelligent, snobby and entitled. Her speech is very eloquent and precise, insults and harsh remarks are spitted without hesitation. Has a rare kind of dark humor and would cover her mouth with the back of her hand when giggling. Not particularly cruel, but most definitely a little twisted.

Special Talents: Daughter of a fallen angel and a demon Rosalind is a Nephilim of the worst kind. Her abilities while not mature just yet, include being able to enter people's minds and dreams and torture them from within. Her talents are fright/terror based overall.

Who they like better: honestly i don't think she likes either of her parents. Raum might be spoiling his little monster a little too much and thus might make her a bit iffy [ she's not too big into displays of affection. She might like Adrianna more simply because she would get to steal her make-up, perfume and clothes from time to time.

Who they take after more: Definitely her father. .

Personal Head canon: Her laugh can drive people mad.

[royaletiquette]

“i trust the violence i have wrought on your behalf has been quite satisfactory?” ( what if. for queen hibiko in fantasy verse >:) )

Hades prompts | @cantuscorvi

Before even opening the box handed to her, there was an aura about it she didn't like. Violence and a gift, she wasn't stupid enough to ignore the alarms it raised, but the only option now was to undo the latch and move the cloth wrapping.

A small gift, but enough to cause a subtle jump from the Queen, her hairs immediately standing on edge.

It was a fucking finger, looking foreign in concept as it no longer had its hand or body connected to it. She needed a moment to remember to breathe, recognizing right away whose body was missing from the bloated appendage by the way its ornate ring still strangled it.

Hibiko expected... hell, who knew, maybe just a little scare, deep cut, a silent warning at most. She instead had a severed finger in her lap of a foreign noble she found mildly annoying, seeing directly the ramifications of her words. Closing the box, Hibiko looked at the man kneeling before her, still awaiting approval. She was able to hide her disgust, but not her shock. It was as if she could watch the monkey's paw curl its finger in his eyes.

If she was asked if bringing Raum into her kingdom, her home, was the right choice, the once easy answer was very suddenly starting to blur. She knew right away that he was comfortable with violence, as a knight should be, but hadn't yet seen the extent of that until now. Arguably, she still hasn't, but now wasn't the time to show that hesitation. If this was what he was willing to do to someone he had no second thoughts for, then Hibiko was able to comfortably settle on the fact that this was someone she needed to stay on his good side. "Yes thank you." Get it off, take it back, get it away!!

She didn't even care to ask right now how discrete he was, if Raum just went in like an animal and ripped it off before coming straight back, or bothered at all to hide any part of who he was and the very unfortunate fact that he was now associated with her. Her muscles were too tense to tremble, feeling each one of them try to fight Hibiko as she handed over the closed box, unable to get away from it fast enough. Swallowing a rock in her throat, "Please dispose of this before there's a chance of it pointing back to me."

[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."

[nvrcmplt]

📜 kakashi or tsunade from Naruto // ukitake or shunsui from bleach // Reno from FF7 // Mephisto from Blue Exorcist -- what I'm saying is you HAVE THE RANGE TO WRITE ANYONE

ME? KAKASHI??? TSUNADE??? /who do u know my favs? omg.

Ukitake!!! Shunsui!!! my old men babies ;; <3 I would, gods, I would.

RENO, that's a flashback holyshit, gotta love the red head though especially w/ Rude.

UN, ZWEI, DREI! I do love me a sassy demon man, gods, I dunno if I could be a smart-cunning as he is, like the trickery planning mind? Oof.

cRIES, TY FOR THINKIN SO. <3 <3 ;; <3 <3

[mauerfrau]

@cantuscorvi

Evil communist laughter from afar.

[conquestar]

@cantuscorvi​

The door swings open, and the bell chimes.

Lucien strides in, choosing a table without a beat of hesitation. He sits down and places his milk-coloured briefcase on a nearby chair. Legs crossed, he waits for a waiter to attend to him.

"Good afternoon," he greets, smiles, and says: "I'll have a Barraquito. Two, Barraquitos," Lucien corrects immediately, hands folded formally on his thigh. "And a copy of the newspaper to go with them." He holds eye contact to ensure the message goes through.

Coffee isn't Lucien's preferred drink, but he is willing to make sacrifices for a client.

Mr Weiss doesn't know it yet, but he is about to meet his new defence attorney.

At least, Lucien thinks and glances around, the cafe isn't the same disaster that is Mr Weiss' case.