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cantuscorvi · 12 hours

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cantuscorvi · 21 hours

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I'm curious so I'm here to ask the dash!

Which musical instrument would you associate with your muse?

Not necessarily one that they know how to play (but it might be!), one that the sound of it, when you hear it played, gives their vibe. What would you pick? Why?

#ooc #alright to go first #i would associate raum with bass guitar. this deep percussive sound that sets the pulse and tone of a song #pls lemme know if you have any thoughts in the replies i am very curious

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cantuscorvi · 2 days

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cantuscorvi · 3 days

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cantuscorvi · 3 days

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^ Man who can only express how he's obsessed with you by comitting heinous acts of manipulation and neglect toward you and then desperately calling your name during the nasty sex afterward.

#today is the day that I call him out for his CRIMES #( ;corvinum )#( ;isms )#suggestive cw

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cantuscorvi · 3 days

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The witch sat at the dimly lit bar, nursing her drink as her gaze wandered across the room. It wasn't a habit born out of curiosity or boredom; rather, it was a reflex ingrained in her, a survival instinct honed over years of navigating the unseen realms that coexisted with the human world. Tonight, her attention was drawn to a gentleman seated at the far end of the bar. He exuded an aura that sent shivers down her spine, a dark energy that seemed to ripple and twist around him like tendrils of smoke. It wasn't the typical aura she encountered in her line of sight; no, this one was different, something ancient and unsettling.

As Gabriella observed him from beneath the cover of her lashes, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping over her. She wasn't one to easily succumb to fear, but there was an otherworldly quality about him that set her on edge. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she knew instinctively that he was no ordinary patron of this bar. Her fingers tightened around the glass in her hand, the condensation slick against her skin as she willed herself to tear her gaze away from him. Yet, despite her best efforts, her eyes were drawn back to him like a moth to a flame.

And then, it happened. Their eyes met, and for a brief moment, Gabriella felt as though the air had been sucked out of the room. In that instant, she saw something flicker behind his gaze, something dark and ancient that sent a chill racing down her spine. With a quick intake of breath, the witch tore her gaze away, her heart pounding in her chest as she focused on the liquid swirling in her glass. She couldn't explain the sensation that coursed through her veins, but she knew one thing for certain: whatever he was, he was dangerous.

@malafxde

For one such as he, it was not unusual to be looked at.

In a way, Raum invited it. Everything about the persona he wore was purposeful, created to project a certain image. His form was made to both attract and repel — depending on who was doing the looking, and this was a particular gift of his kind. To flicker slightly in the eye of humanity, obscure and tempting. How would he come across in another’s eye?

Confident? Arrogant. Refined? Controlling. Sophisticated? Pretentious. Enigmatic? Dangerous. Wouldn’t you like to know the truth?

So convenient for Raum on a night like tonight — considering he was merely here to dine. Otherwise, a place like this might not attract him at all.

He lingered close to the bar, nursing a drink of his own simply to appear natural and pleasant, and waited. Eventually, somebody would heed the silent call produced by this demon. They always did. . . Only then could he get them alone, tear the soul from between their ribs to devour and come away satisfied with his evening.

Still — for the past few minutes, a particular pair of hazel eyes had been lingering on him differently. Even with the distance of the room between them, Raum could perceive the sense of alarm that his presence caused in the young woman. It was unusual for someone to react like this at first sight of him. Not unless they knew.

What could she see that others couldn’t?

Moments passed where he allowed her to observe him undisturbed before finally, he lifted his chin and deliberately caught her in the act. Seeing how the simple gesture spooked her made his lips quirk a bit with amusement. Only then did he notice it himself — where he would normally hear the fragile melody of a human soul, there was a strange absence about her. A hollowness that muffled the usual hum of life. His head tilted slightly aside, yet Raum could scarcely hear anything at all. His interest was sparked, yet it would be sloppy of him to stride over there without any invitation.

Instead, he looked away again, as though he hadn’t noticed her at all. He took his time, finished his drink, and then stood, wandering off through a group of people. He struck up a conversation with someone — and a few minutes later, when he eventually went back to the bar, he approached from beside the one who had been looking at him.

He ordered another drink, and then with only a glance her way, addressed the woman next to him casually.

“You know — I don’t necessarily mind a staring contest. . . But anything more than a few seconds is pushing the limits of propriety. Don’t you think?”

#malafxde #ask #sorry this probably reads like a bunch of nonsense lmao #but raum is a very slow kind of creature. especially to start!#hopefully there's something to work with if you'd like to continue #or we can always chat & figure it out as well ^^

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cantuscorvi · 4 days

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cantuscorvi · 5 days

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Hydrargyrum by glyretic

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cantuscorvi · 6 days

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i am a perfectly nonchalant person. except on days where i crave love. then i choke up and go insane and begin howling at the moon

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cantuscorvi · 7 days

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Melissa Crowe, from "When We're in Bed and You Take Out Your Mouth Guard, I Know It's On"

#( dulce periculum ; raum & nezumi )#[ Q ]

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cantuscorvi · 7 days

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dare not ever grieve me while i still live, for i am not gone from you. however far you are from me, however deep the chasm between us, however long since we have spoken—i am unchanged. i am unsevered. if you chose to, your life could have me in it.

the only exemption is those upon whom i take the knife myself and cut away. only this is true mirror of death: yes, you, i impel, ought grieve me. mourn, keen, wail with loss. grieve the killing depth of your mistakes.

#( ;isms )

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cantuscorvi · 7 days

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The sound of the back of his shirt being torn barely even reached him through the rushing noise in his ears. Surely, Raum would find time to be annoyed about that later, but right now it was simply trivial. All that mattered was this feeling — one that he could barely place, it was so utterly new to him.

This sensation of lightness, like not even gravity could apply to him anymore. He felt that if Nezumi didn’t hold onto him as fiercely as he did, he might simply dissolve into atoms between his fingers, and reform into something new.

It was his own blood that he tasted from Nezumi’s mouth, and there was something to be said about it, kissing your would-be-killer. Embracing that possibility. . . Truly, it was almost painful to experience; it terrified him, it exhilarated him. Nezumi’s fingers dragged savagely over his shoulder blades and Raum broke the connection of their lips to hiss through the needle-like sting, baring teeth.

Suddenly his clothes felt ridiculous, containing something that was not meant to be so. He reared back, fighting momentarily with Nezumi’s hungrily grasping arms, to pull the tattered and bloody shirt messily over his head. Raum dropped it carelessly to the floor like it was a rag.

Nezumi lunged towards him again and Raum grasped at his legs, roughly pulling him onto his lap. He dragged the clothes from his upper body as well, eager to have the skin-to-skin contact when his capacity for words was slowly disappearing.

Raum wound his arms around Nezumi’s back, crushing him against his front and tucking his face into his neck. Everything about this was untamed, messy. The way they moved like two animals, bleeding and feral.

“Nezumi. . . “ Raum groaned, mouthing at his throat. There was so much want inside him — but he couldn’t express it the way Nezumi could. He could erupt with words that shook Raum, that set him on fire. How could Raum ever hope to convey this. . . ? Instead he was graceless, obsessive, biting and grasping at the other man’s skin with panted breaths, like he wanted to tear him open.

Nezumi bent his neck and drank from Raum like a parched man finding an oasis in the middle of Sinai. He gulped Raum down as if He were a fountain of youth. He lapped at Him, swallowing until his eyes rolled back from the ecstasy.

Icarus would be turning in his grave from jealousy, Nezumi thought, having achieved what the boy couldn't and feeling the tingles of ecstasy rampage under his skin. Nezumi crashed through the golden gates of Apollo's palace and claimed his rightful place on his God's lap. He conquered Raum's Hall and dug his nails into His golden hair. Like a long-lost lover, he ascertained his prowess. He and only he could withstand the burn of The Sun itself.

Nezumi's heart beat so loud and hard he felt his ribs creak under each strike. He groaned when Raum pulled him back and tried to get one last lick of His blood, then he just stared, mesmerised. Raum's pools of blue have never felt warmer than today — right now. His gaze made Nezumi shiver with an urge to obey. He hungered for a command the same as he hungered for bloodshed.

The lines between who belonged with whom blurred. All Nezumi knew was that he was Raum's just as Raum was his. His to worship. His to taste. His to have. He felt the weight of the vow in Raum's voice as it descended upon him, followed by Raum's lips.

Blood mixed with saliva, and Raum wrote scriptures with his tongue against Nezumi's.

Nezumi opened his mouth, taking everything Raum would give until the sofa swayed like a ship in a storm. He never pulled away; he didn't know how to stop. Not even when he felt himself get dizzy from lack of air. His nails dug into Raum's clothes like a fanatic getting his paws on the divine. He gripped and ripped until he tore the clothes on Raum's back into useless, bloodied scraps.

Frenzied, he dug his nails into the muscle instead, paring across Raum's shoulders, the back of his neck and down his spine. He choked on the kiss as if Raum had the power to breathe Life into him. He grunted, gasped, drowned and whimpered. He was desperate — then feral — stating his claim of Raum's skin.

And he wasn't letting go.

#nezumivc103221 #( dulce periculum ; raum & nezumi )#v: undercover #yknow i was thinking #maybe raum would calm down now. he's not in danger anymore #he can carry clinging nezumi to the bathroom or bedroom.#BUT nevermind. he's loved. he's crazy #they're gonna just have to cling to each other for a while lmao

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cantuscorvi · 8 days

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THE 72 DEMONS OF THE ARS GOETIA

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cantuscorvi · 9 days

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i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.

#important #( ;mun things )#ooc #[ Q ]

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cantuscorvi · 10 days

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