#ic caesar

[ryouscared]

@townofcadence from here

"Thanks for coming out with me." Artair hums, as he drops his messenger bag on the dining room table. It's all he has with him, and it flops over forlornly once gravity takes out the support of one of its sides. Artair glances Caesar's way with a small smile, as he shucks off one boot under the table, followed by the other. "Honestly..... I do want to check the place out thoroughly, just in case. But it's kind of... nice? I mean, there's no sense of impending doom on entry or blood dripping from the walls, so that's always a plus." Still, he keeps an eye around him, as he adds his socks to the shoes. This place was well known for disappearing campers, to a degree that many claimed had to be supernatural. He wasn't so sure, what with the downright homey atmosphere and lack of anything that felt buzzy or wrong, but he can't just rely on his instincts. Still, though, even the emf reader doesn't let off so much as blip, and none of the rooms seem to have cold-spots. The lights haven't even flickered, and he hasn't heard even the faintest whisper. The floors have rugs, and the inside of the cabin is warm, almost toasty, from a running fire. It feels cozy, really, more than anything. It reminds him of something, but he shakes it away with a turn of his head, taking in the overhead ceiling, and the shape of each log the built this place. "And hey, looks like we might be spider free. So double bonus."

A soft half-chuckle comes from him as he re-enters the area a few moments after Artair, hands tucked comfortably in his jacket pockets. Caesar shrugs, an easy smile on his face. "Really think I oughta be the one thankin' you fer lettin' me tag along, sweetheart." The smile seeps into his voice and comes out like warm honey, as loving eyes watch over Artair's movements. "You know I'm awful nostalgic fer places like this'n here."

Caesar didn't bring too much out of the norm with him, except for a few things. He had given Artair some homemade jerky to keep in that fancy bag of his, so all he really had was his cell phone and a knife holstered onto his belt. He'd also dressed up a bit extra for the trip too, donning a thick coat and a warm beanie. Not that he would necessarily need either, but he was fond of the idea of keeping the articles warm just in case Artair needed anything extra himself.

"Gettin' awfully comfy fer someone who ain't fully at ease yet, aint'cha?" He prods playfully, swinging around so he can toss an extra log into the fire. "Seems alright t' me too though I reckon. I ain't quite as in-tune with all this nonsense y' get yerself into, but I ain't got any of them heebie-jeebies yet." His head turns back towards the other then, flashing a toothy grin. "Ain't even any undead caretakers seekin' t' steal all a' yer warmth or nothin'."

[sea-talk]

SZA during the photoshoot for the album S.O.S

[the-lovexdemon]

“I AM ABOUT TO KILL THIS GIANT FART CLOUD WITH MY BARE HANDS!!! SHUT THE FUCK UP HOLY SHIT!!”

[whoishotteranimepolls]

"Who's hotter?" Battle of the Anime Duos #3

[emptyportrait]

[bewitchedmold]

Throwback to when I had an entertainment essay assignment and I wrote a caejose omegaverse fic😶

[30spiders]

I made a cake for the Ides of march

[whos-hotter-jjba]

Hottest JoJo Character Bracket - Match 2-29

[ryouscared]

"...y'alright there? Y' don't look too good."

[winterprince601]

jon snow's greek tragic hero energy is off the scales, by the way. a man haunted by an unreachable past. an unstable position of power, daggers in the dark, the grinding cogs of fate - and yes it was his fatal flaw that led to his fall but he still didn't deserve it.

there's one major difference: in most greek tragedies, the hero doesn't die at the end.

[charliestrainyard]

¡Ahora, damas y caballeros!

Your Majesty, Starlight Express, and Charley the Fantasy Train proudly presents...

🇲🇽 CAESAR THE MEXICAN ENGINE 🇲🇽

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[whosyourfavevoicedby-polls]

[creepyscritches]

We made some lemonade italian ice last night and I think I have a spicy banana experience with. Something.

Me: haha WOW that's so full of citrus lol

Partner: haha yeah it's kinda sour

Me: kinda?? Isn't your inner mouth like kinda puffy from all the citrus? Or like the back of your tongue?

Partner: (trying to find the kindest way to go what the fuck) laughs at me confusedly

[buildoblivionthenwewilltalk]

Livor mortis begins appearing as dull red patches after 20 to 30 minutes from the time of death

Over the next 2 to 4 hours, the patches come together to form larger areas of bluish-purple discoloration. At this point, the skin is blanchable, meaning that it can take on a whitish appearance when pressure is applied due to the diversion of blood flow from that region.

[cicero-the-assassin]

@inthisfire-ifindrain

"Open your eyes."

'Satisfying' couldn't begin to describe what Cicero felt in this very moment. Those sharp eyes locking with dulled yet pained ones as he led Fiona from behind up a small hill. Hands over her eyes.

'A surprise' he told her. A surprise for his 'favorite girl'. Unknowingly to her at this moment, all this wouldn't be possible if not for her. Her trusting nature- her yearning for love and attention from those who could lift her stature.

Cicero was a step down from Vulpes no longer, not with him being revealed to her nailed to the cross before her. Bloody and beaten- wheezing and pathetic. He much preferred him this way- sitting atop his fucking throne he deserved.

Hands no longer over her eyes, they travelled to her tiny shoulders. Claw like nails kneading into her flesh, in adoration as well as a way to keep her in place. Though he'd done everything he could to pull Fiona from her husband and right into his clutch, he was sure there could be some residual feelings left lying around in her heart somewhere. Despite his constant poison turning her against him.

"Surprise," He rumbles against her temple, his eyes never leaving his 'Master'. To Fiona, it may have been display. To Cicero, it was an affront.

'You should've known better you fuck- You should've killed me when you got the chance-

You stupid fucking cunt- now look at you. Everything that was yours-

Is mine.'

"Caesar, unfortunately, has found your husband guilty of treason. Such a sad fate, no? To be forgotten like that- you know-

The way he forgot you."