#caemthe

[guhamun]

@caemthe response:

are the work hours flexible? how many vacation days-

❝…❞ It was as this very moment that he wondered why he was put up to this. Out of everyone in the company, Jianyu was honestly the worst to send on ventures like this. He wasn’t charismatic, nor was he personable. ❝Flexible enough.❞ Unhelpful! ❝A decent amount.❞ Also unhelpful!

[himedachi]

[INBOX] @caemthe asked:

[ apple eating competition ] The Lancer was eating as fast as he could! It took him a few bites to finish each apple, but he was making good progress nonetheless. Sure, he would've preferred it if it had been a juggling apples competition, but Cú Chulainn wasn't going to lose to someone who tries to maintain an image during an eating competition. "Heh, you sure you don't need a fork and knife with that?" Ha! The first place will be his!

Dark equine ears twitch 'pon the taunt, still leisurely eating an apple within his hands in light-medium bites. That young warrior who happens to be his opponent is a pretty skillful big eater himself, but it wasn't quite enough to fully convince the stallion to entirely drop the courteous table manners until the little hound went straight to the taunt && pushed him go straight to the act of devouring.

“You are very confident of yourself, little hound, I applaud your spirit for that.” He casts aside what remains from the last apple he ate to the side to take a brand-new shiny one. “But I can do this all day, you know.” Opening his mouth wide enough to put at least half of the fruit between his teeth, his jaws clench to crush the fully whole fruit between them. The sudden display of jaw strength ends up making a little soaked mess around his lips and hand, yet he manages to keep a nonchalant attitude while finishing off pieces of crushed apple within his mouth.

Taking the nearest handkerchief, he cleans himself up—returning Lancer’s bewildered stare with a flat, “What?” As if he didn’t just unceremoniously crush && devoured a whole apple with his jaws alone. “Did you forget that I’m a horse? I'm still up to continue this match, if you want to.”

[darabeatha]

@caemthe replied ; petition for an edit of 'if you don't love me at my [sheep form], then you don't deserve me at my [ikemen]'

[mortau]

@caemthe replied to your post “"...I want a baby..."”:

cú vc: same :(

"I want a baby with a man I love..."

[nameless-will]

[ cú ] A wide smile adorned the Galaxy Ranger’s face when he entered the hospital’s room. He was holding a bag with a sandwich and a few fruits in one hand, a small ‘get better soon’ gift for Marquez he prepared in a rush after hearing what happened from March. “So, how are you doing now? I heard that you went all out in the last battle against the fragmentum. Sounds like it was fun, a shame I wasn’t around to participate.” Actually, reckless was the word Natasha used to describe the event, but that was beside the point at the moment.

Once he was standing next to the hospital bed, he placed the bag of food on the other’s chest. “Food in the Underworld seems pretty interesting and creative to me, but I know it’s not everyone’s cup of tea, so I got you this. Get better soon, will you? They might start charging you rent if you occupy this bed for too long.”

"Cú?"

"Ayeee~! Good lookin' out," Marquez sat up, almost like he wasn't missing a chunk out of his side.

Marquez gleefully accepted the goods from Cú, basically ripping the bag open for something solid after the past few weeks of nothing but bland inoffensive chicken and peas. It was... enough but his tastes aligned with the extremes of a flavor. Part of that was why he was able to vibe with Himeko's coffee, but part of that was also the fact that he liked a challenge.

The Trailblazer removed his mask made out of cloth provided by the staff to get ready to eat. They didn't know what it was gonna be used for, but it made him feel better for the most part. Now that he thought about it, this would probably be Cú's first time even seeing his face without a mask or goggles on.

"Trust me, I've participated in enough of the food competitions at Turner's Food Stall to know that it'd be leagues better than anything this place is offering! March and Dan Heng came clutch with some snacks to hold me over but I'm surprised they let you even let you bring this in!"

"As for the fight, well, I doubt it'd have been as much fun if you were there. We wouldn't have even had to sweat just between us two," Marquez countered playfully while gassing the both of them up simultaneously.

"You shoulda seen me when I got in, though. I was a mess. Blood on the stretcher and my hair half out. Thankfully Himeko came through and was able to get me a retwist once I was stable. Well, that and a lecture, but I think it just made her more comfortable to get that out her system more than anything..."

"So what had happened was, I was stylin'. I had the Moles Welcome You Lightcone on me, and was trynna means test it! Turns out, the description is a goddamn lie! What it says is that it grants the wearer a stack of Mischievous when they use their basic attack, skill, or ultimate to attack enemies. So you'd think with each hit that it would increase by 12%, to 16%, to 18% and so forth! But nah, that would make too much sense. So all it does is give 1 stack max for every type of hit you do. So like 3, if you got it like that. I was hurt emotionally, and then hurt physically."

"It's aight though. I'mma just ride it out and hope this Blessing from Qlipoth means I get to heal up quicker."

[guhamun]

@caemthe said (inbox):

[ conall ] A low whistle left the man’s lips as he looked at the carnage left behind. What a mess. Blood, brain matter and cyberware liquid splattered on the walls and ceiling. One had to have one’s eyes fixed on the floor to not step on corpses and other things. Not that it mattered to Conall, but it was interesting to see someone who reminded him of his rowdier days. “Still with us, kid?” He recognized their face from the photos Sétanta showed him whenever he visited, even though there was little resemblance between the sprout in the pictures and the forsaken madman here. “You look like shit, but that’s beside the point. That cyberware of yours doesn’t look too hot, so… need help with a maintenance or an upgrade?”

CU. THEY KEPT SLIPPING from between his fingers each time he appeared, but like a hound on the scent, Nagayoshi always found him once again. His singlemindedness made him no different from a machine following through a directive, and with how obsessive his rage had become, he might as well be no different from one. His body was becoming more and more like such as the days passed, the Ripperdoc that he had been pointed to having warned him that despite how well his body took to the amount of cyberware he had placed within him, everyone had a limit. Nagayoshi didn’t care about that, though. What did he have to go back to anyway? Nobunaga was not forgiving -- everyone knew that, nor could he ever appear before his father and mother after dragging their names in the mud in his failure. Slumped against a wall, he had overextended himself again, his breathing heavy as he struggled to get himself back together. The faces of the Tyger Claws he had slaughtered indistinguishable from the trash that littered the ground to him, but one thing he knew, however, was that Cu was not among them.

     Slipped away again…

     There were days that he thought he saw that little backstabber, ready to kill them on spot when he realized he wasn’t even there. Hallucinations were never a good sign. Sharp gaze was quick to move towards the only other person who seemed alive in this sea of bodies. Appearance alone told him this wasn’t another Tyger, so then…who was this? ❝You wanna die?❞ he drawled, warning present within his tone as he pushed himself back up, the heavy gun he had placed down lifted as if it weighted no more than a child’s backpack. The words that came next gave him pause, eyes narrowing with no small amount of suspicion. People in Night City didn’t help for free. They did it because they got something from it. ❝Nah. I got all that pretty covered. Turns out a lot of people want things dead.❞ He barked a laugh, but it didn’t reach his eyes. ❝Brings to question…what’s a guy like you want with me, huh? Just bein' a good Samaritan?❞

[ardenssolis]

@caemthe said (inbox):

[ cú ] “You know, I thought they would look a little different since they’re also named ‘water horses’,” the Lancer said out loud, his gaze fixated on the small eyes of a hippo, only the top of its head above the water. The water horses the Ulsterman was used to were… well, water horses, no different from actual horses at a first glance. “Does their appearance also change once they catch their prey? I don’t sense any magical energy from them tho.” A few more gathered, forming a herd, waiting. The sight brought a smile to the Lancer’s face. He had seen this before, the apparent harmlessness, perfectly hiding the desire for carnage. “They won’t let us use our boat here at all, will they?” Even though these looked different from the ones he was used to, they were undoubtedly water horses.

❝ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT those creatures known as Kelpies?❞ He had heard about them – about how they would lure people into a false sense of security as they pet their manes. That the steeds would bend down and let another ride them…just to lure them into the murky depths where that individual would be torn limb from limb. Fae were terrifying, he had long since come to learn. Even the most harmless were still those that one should be mindful of, for a Fae’s temper was one that had serious consequences. ❝No, no, the beasts you see before you stay the same…in a sense. One may be lured into a false sense of security too if they look upon those seemingly peaceful features.❞ But hippos were highly territorial, and just thinking to get anywhere near the water when they had taken to it was akin to walking into a lion’s den. Such was ten times worse during breeding season. Ozymandias wouldn’t even have recommended they stand this close.

     The beasts in question seemed to huddle closer, attention shifting from their usual feeding to now watching them – each of those eyes taking in these intruders within their territory and attempting to size them up. Even a child would know better to stay away. If anything, that was one of the first things that many were taught when it came to the Nile. ❝Unfortunately, no. As soon as we get so much as within ten feet of that river, one of them, probably the bull, will charge out very much seek carnage as retribution for our follow.❞ He gave a long sigh, glancing over his shoulder to where the Master was speaking to Mash and another Servant, probably attempting to figure out how they were supposed to travel faster if the place they could do so was well…occupied. ❝We will have to go further down the river and make sure we are in the clear.❞

[zangyo]

@caemthe said (inbox):

“All has been cleared over here,” Patroclus said from the other end of the haunted tunnel, already making his way to meet the other sorcerer. When he came out, he noted that the sun had already descended and disappeared. Besides the stars above and the faraway lights of the city, his only source of light was that of his phone, and… Woah, it got late. “You didn’t have plans for tonight, right?” 'Please say no'. He knows it’s the weekend but he’ll feel bad if he accidentally ruined Nanami’s night. “If not, then what do you think of going to the beach? It’s only a few minutes away from here.”

     GOOD. NANAMI HADN’T SENSED anything else present after eliminating the curse that had been lurking in that tunnel, so that meant he could finally end his time for today. Lifting his hand, he glanced at his watch for a moment, taking note of the time and humming softly with content. Just in time. If they had been even a minute over, he would have been aggravated that he worked over the hours he had firmly established. Hand returning back to his side, he turned his focus back towards Patroclus’ approaching form, shaking his head in reply. ❝No, not really. I was just going to lounge about more or less.❞ A rarity for him, if anything, considering he was constantly busy one way or another. Even his weekends might potentially be spent with him dealing with curses considering how shorthanded they were when it came to sorcerers at his level. He paused come the other’s question, a bit taken aback by how utterly unexpected it all was. Then again, Dee, Cu, and Patroclus were always attempting to drag him somewhere when he least expected it, so he supposed he shouldn’t have been too surprised that the other man was hoping that he would accept their proposal.

     Ah…Nanami hadn’t been to the beach in quite a long time now that he thought about it. Had it been five years? More? He was always so busy one way or another, that just being able to stop and enjoy the sounds of the sea might as well have been an impossible dream. His schedule as a sorcerer was at least a little more flexible when it came to his hours. ❝That’s fine. I think that would be a good change in routine for me.❞ A welcomed one, really. Maybe he could bring some snacks for the both of them to share while they peered off into the horizon and watched those gleaming waters. ❝Just give me a time and I will meet you there...unless you desired to go now, of course.❞

[darabeatha]

@caemthe replied ; pat also lowkey listening to the drama, but he's very super hyper lowkey about it, bc no drama compares to ancient greek drama™

ㅤㅤUgh right.... One that is born in a circus is no longer entertained by its nuances- no wonder this is like reading the same old daily news for him-

❝ You had a lover once too, correct? Uwah...~ Love stories just can never get old to me, maybe I'm just a romantic at heart- ❞

[himedachi]

★ / cú for killy :3c

𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 ★ 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. -> Accepting

I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I want you to like me // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying (affectionately) // I pity you // I respect you // I trust you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // I’m upset with you // You’re nice // You’re mean (in a friendly bully way) // I’m envious of you // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better

@caemthe

[resolutepath]

[ pat, for achi ] “Do you want to go back to sleep, or shall I make you a cup of tea?”

"...tea, if you don't mind. I won't sleep again."

It is still strange, occupying the same space as Patroclus, but not unwanted. Achilles had, after all, spent the time since they parted on an excursion of grief, roaming the cosmos for any sign that he might find his lover again, so to be by his side now has not yet become comfortable. He'd only been here because they had spoken for long enough for the light to wane and the night to arrive, offered space to rest rather than trekking back to the Silvermane barracks where he had been put up by the captain.

He rises from sweat ridden sheets and pushes his hair off his face, rubbing palms against eyes as if it might ease the fitful pace of his heart. It's his penance, he knows, the consequences of his own actions, but it does not make it any easier to see his face in his sleep, to be reminded of all the terrible things he had done. The desecration and destruction that he had left in his wake, wishing the world would be left in ashes so he might feel comfortable standing upon it again.

"Did I wake you?" he asks, softly, his words only emphasising how drained he felt, the tone depleted of all lustre, more so than usual. Was I screaming? Is the question he wants to ask but refrains. Sometimes it is best to not know what words fell from his lips in his sleep. He's certain that some of them might undo the tentative repairs that have been made between them otherwise.

He drops his hands then, making himself move, if only to distract himself from what he had seen, even if all he desires to do is fall back into the sheets and bury himself away. A pace he starts up, counting each step in his head, only pausing when he sees the other holding the steaming cup out as an offering.

[guhamun]

@caemthe said (inbox):

[ cú ] It took him a while to realize, but... Yuyu and Rami made a good pair, didn't they? As different as the two men are, they get along just fine, which made him wonder... "So are you two dating?" The punk asked one day at random. Before he could even get a proper answer, he turned to Ramil and said: "Thank you for taking care of Jianyu. I know he may appear a little prickly at first, but he's actually very sweet and kind. I used to worry all the time for him when I was a kid since he was more of a loner, but now I'm relieved that he found someone special." How touching...

JIANYU HAD BEEN IN the middle of a drink when Cu, out of nowhere, blurted that out. He choked, spiting the liquid back into his glass and coughing. Ramil took that randomness far better than himself, the other just as taken aback, yet far quicker to snap out of his surprise than his partner. Bursting into a loud fit of laughter that was so easily drowned out by the music of Afterlife, he grinned widely, eyes twinkling with both amusement and mischief. ❝No, no, we’re not dating. I asked this guy out once and he nearly cut my head clean off my shoulders!❞ Laughing a little more, he could practically feel Jianyu’s eyes burning into his skin in all its searing glory. ❝Kidding, kidding!❞ Holding up both hands, in a peace gesture, he watched Jianyu glower and grumble and pushing his glass forward to order another drink. When the ‘danger’ had passed, only then did he go back to his conversation with Cu. ❝Well, not so much about the near head chopping off thing. There’s a story behind that, but that’s for another day. Maybe when I’m a little less sober so I can really make the story ten times more exciting.❞

     Leaning against the counter, he hummed a little at Cu’s next words, a nod of agreement offered. ❝Oh, yes, I know that very well. Jianyu here intimidated the hell out of me.❞ Glancing over at the other, he bumped his shoulder against the merc, though Jianyu gave no indication of care aside from continuing with his new drink. ❝This guy gave off those killer vibes. He wasn’t someone acting tough. I could tell from the beginning that this man, if he wanted, could really kill me. Buuut…❞ pausing, he waved at the waitress, grinning once again and asking her sweetly for a refill before she scoffed and smiled, turning to prepare the mix he had ordered previously. ❝Talking to him, I learned I had a higher chance of a Maelstrom shooting at me for breathing weird in their direction than him wanting to cut me to pieces.❞

     ❝I’ll kill you right now, you shit.❞

     ❝And get banned from this lovely establishment? At least try to give a better threat in front of our young friend here.❞ Drink placed down in front of him once again, Rami gave his thanks with a wink to the waitress before resuming his conversation with a certain very…shamelessly curious punk. ❝Anyway, you gotta have someone you can trust in this shithole city of ours, right? Live as long as guys like us in this biz, you reach a point where you can pretty much tell who’s going to potentially try and backstab you, and who’s ride or die. Most of the time, at least.❞ An emphasis on ‘most’, considering.

[ardenssolis]

continued from [ x ] || @caemthe

     ❝I FIGURED SOMETHING MUST have happened. Corporations tend to…put assets above all else. Even their family can become an obstacle that must be crushed.❞ He had seen many things working as an executive, and would continue to see many more as he continued to try and survive that environment where one had to step over dead bodies just to make it to the top. He had a leg up due to his family, but that only got you so far. You have to be exceptional in many things, and that entailed callousness as well. ❝But…you are telling me that old man killed his own nephew…? Hmm…❞ He seemed to disappear into his own thoughts, taking in the information he was told with the same intrigue one would a book they had plucked off a shelf. ❝That makes sense. At the time, I had thought that story was a little…odd.❞ Cu could be lying to him, though as he peered into the other’s eyes, he couldn’t sense it. In his line of work, if you weren’t good at sniffing out deception, you’d be another dead body on the street. They weren’t attempting to string him along with intentions of holding his interest with fanciful tales. ❝You pass.❞

     He wasn’t one for full trust, especially when he met someone for the first time. Yet, Ozymandias could not deny that the other was being forthcoming, and he always did value honesty. That was equivalent to gold in this city. ❝I do not normally make deals with those who work for me. However, I suppose for you, I shall make an exception. ❝Meet me in Little China. We will discuss all of this at the Afterlife.❞ He had a good relationship with the one who owned the place as did many fixers, and she was not keen on flapping her tongue when it came to upholding his privacy and secrecy. Thus, it was the perfect place to meet this little…wayward pup of Conchobar’s. ❝Does this sound appealing to you? We will speak in a back room at past midnight. If you are not there and it hits 1:00, you will lose your opportunity and will not get another chance. Understood?❞

[lunaetis]

@caemthe asked :

🕯️ for cú and misaya uvu

send me 🕯️ to hear my character's inner thoughts about your character. || no longer accepting

─「美沙夜」─  one would think he had forgotten the promise he had made to her back when she was still human. the CHERUBIM didn't usually entertain the thoughts about the past. it felt like a long time ago as well as it just happened yesterday all at the same time. the days she spent with a shackle around her neck, and a countdown until her LIFE was no more. he was still waiting, she realized. misaya realized that very truth the moment she reopened her eyes as the VESSEL when she was first called upon. the way he rushed down to the summoning circle as though he had been waiting. why ? she didn't get it. or, perhaps, she did, but a part of her refused to come to terms with it even now.

                that she had summoned a servant who was LOYAL TO A FAULT. a servant who proved her wrong about her belief that servants would eventually betray their masters. a servant that refuse to give up on her.

                " what a stubborn pup. " she muttered to herself, words breaking the SILENCE between them yet the tone she carried was nothing of a COMPLAINT. there was a clear hint of tender affection others would not detect but the avenger knew that he would catch it. how was it that her words had bound him so deeply to her when she was sure he would be able to run free once she released him from the LEASH she had around his neck. those eyes when they looked at her, he looked as though he was telling her he would never fail her again.

                as though he spent CENTURIES beating himself up over the fact that he could not protect her. she cut him loose and instead of running off, he remained faithfully right where she left him, eyes still looking at HER. his master. she was and still is his master after all these years.

                misaya ran her fingers through his unruly hair.

                " you really are one of a kind. " her best hound yet.

[darabeatha]

ㅤㅤ-Listening to all the drama like the busybody guy he is-

[intcritus]

🌟 for aris and dee

☠ -> aris is actually more birb then he is willing to admit, which is why dee is able to bribe him with seeds and fruits, he's very easily bribable because it's dee. he puts a lot of trust her because he remembers that she treats him like anyone else. because he doesn't have a high estimation of people or how peple should be treated, he appreciates the casual camraderie and the way she speaks of such morbid topics that he actually looks forward to seeing her. she talks to him ( no one will ever understand more than aris what it's like to be talked at ) and he comes to look forward to sharing his gifts with her.

☠ -> whenever dee doesn't keep in contact, or vice versa, aris does worry, but he also just knows to give dee her space because she has responsibilities and he's not her familiar, just a friend ( not that he knows what this is ), but he's assuming crowding her is gonna make her distance herself and he'd rather that not happen, he cares about her but just because he cares doesn't mean she wouldn't abandon him ( thanks faeryn for the trauma. )

☠ -> he smiles and is at ease with dee, especially when they go and do something spoopy tbh. it's totally his element and just seeing dee enjoy herself ? that's something aris wants to keep stored in his memory. sometimes in his haul, he'll bring whole skulls from random crime scenes that called to him. but mostly shiny baubles, or weapons that he knows she'll be intrigued by.

Send 🌟 for a headcanon about our muses’ relationship. / @caemthe