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code vein misadventure ft. io (the team carry), a useless human and some random anime protagonist.(@swerte)

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"Don't look so aloof all the time, won't you?" Azrael said, and chuckled. His voice was a sweet melody in the dead of night. Too sweet, actually, it was almost akin to a childlike innocence, something so foreign yet Azrael made it as if it was supposed to be there, as if it was natural. Cael knew it was not. The young heir of the Aquilinus was a monster in its purest form.

"Clean your hands now." The heir said again, this time it was an order. The sweet smile lingered but there was no depth in his empty gaze. It was bone-chilling to look at.

Cael dropped the dead body. He stood back and did as he was told. He cleaned his hands, earning an amused smile from Azrael.

"How obedient." Another comment he wasn't sure whether it was genuine or not- he wasn't planning on finding out either way, and he was glad it was quickly forgotten as Azrael's interest shifted entirely on the now deceased former head of the Aquilinus. Cael's mismatched eyes followed Azrael's gaze where the lifeless body of Rafael Aquilinus lied consumed in the hollowing embrace of death. Neck broken. Tongue pulled out. Blood was pooling up.

It was his first kill. His first dirty work.

"Fine work, though a bit messy." He heard the heir say. "You left quite the evidence behind as well with this clumsy method." Then he heard him sneer. "Be glad that I'm here, willing to clean up after you, Kaecilius."

The name- His name was spat out in a sickening fascination. It suddenly made him realise the gravity of the situation- of what his action today had possibly transpired. The succession war was over. Rafael Aquilinus was dead, then-

Then, he felt the heir's hands clutch his shoulder, where Rafael had pierced through with a poisoned dagger ealier. Blood started to seep out into the fabric. The smell was overwhelming.

He didn't feel any pain however.

"You belong to me now, Kaecilius."

Because he had lost that privilege. He had sold his soul to the devil.

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Yugiri dominates my entire brain today so uh i will mostly be over at @hnours

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Thinking about cael falling in love is probably the purest feeling, and depending on whom he falls in love with, that pure feeling will either get morphed into something ugly or remain as it is.

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🐝  *  ―  𝑮𝑹𝑼𝑴𝑷𝒀 𝑿 𝑺𝑼𝑵𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

from the grump ❛  how can you be this cheery already? we haven't even had breakfast.  ❜ ❛  just don't make a big deal out of this.  ❜ ❛  you know i love you, right?  ❜ ❛  i know, alright, i know i'm an asshole. but i'm trying here.  ❜ ❛  i'm sorry. i didn't mean what i said earlier.  ❜ ❛  do you always have to be so damn optimistic?  ❜ ❛  nobody has ever made me feel the way you do.  ❜ ❛  there's no way in hell i'm doing that.  ❜ ❛  i'm not good with this whole stupid feelings thing.  ❜ ❛  you make me want to be better. you make me want to be good.  ❜ ❛  can't you just move on and forget about it already?  ❜ ❛  i'm only doing this because you asked me to.  ❜ ❛  you're the only one who has ever believed in me.  ❜ ❛  you won't stop this until i say 'yes', will you?  ❜ ❛  how are you so happy all the time?  ❜ ❛  until i met you, i never thought i would've been capable of that.  ❜ ❛  you're the polar opposite of me.  ❜ ❛  whatever. i didn't think you'd care anyway.  ❜ ❛  your optimism might be starting to rub off on me.  ❜ ❛  why don't you give up on me like everyone else?  ❜

from the sunshine ❛  come on, it's gonna be fun!  ❜ ❛  see? i told you there's some good in you.  ❜ ❛  you should smile more. you have such a beautiful smile.  ❜ ❛  i'm so excited! there's so much i have planned for us.  ❜ ❛  i was just trying to do something nice for you.  ❜ ❛  do you always have to be so pessimistic?  ❜ ❛  stop being so stubborn. i'm trying to help you.  ❜ ❛  i knew there was a big softie under all that tough exterior.   ❜ ❛  i always feel better with you by my side.  ❜ ❛  sometimes you should let others in.  ❜ ❛  light up, [name]. we're gonna be here for a while.  ❜ ❛  why is it so difficult for you to accept a compliment?  ❜ ❛  stay? i just ... don't want to be alone right now.  ❜ ❛  just because i'm generally a happy person doesn't mean i can't have an off day.  ❜ ❛  i'm not some helpless little girl/boy!  ❜ ❛  you're not gonna get rid of me that easily.   ❜ ❛  stop that. i don't want you to talk about yourself like this.  ❜ ❛  of course, i remember! i remember everything you told me.  ❜ ❛  let's go outside and dance in the rain.  ❜ ❛  you don't mean that, do you?  ❜

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"Don't look so aloof all the time, won't you?" Azrael said, and chuckled. His voice was a sweet melody in the dead of night. Too sweet, actually, it was almost akin to a childlike innocence, something so foreign yet Azrael made it as if it was supposed to be there, as if it was natural. Cael knew it was not. The young heir of the Aquilinus was a monster in its purest form.

"Clean your hands now." The heir said again, this time it was an order. The sweet smile lingered but there was no depth in his empty gaze. It was bone-chilling to look at.

Cael dropped the dead body. He stood back and did as he was told. He cleaned his hands, earning an amused smile from Azrael.

"How obedient." Another comment he wasn't sure whether it was genuine or not- he wasn't planning on finding out either way, and he was glad it was quickly forgotten as Azrael's interest shifted entirely on the now deceased former head of the Aquilinus. Cael's mismatched eyes followed Azrael's gaze where the lifeless body of Rafael Aquilinus lied consumed in the hollowing embrace of death. Neck broken. Tongue pulled out. Blood was pooling up.

It was his first kill. His first dirty work.

"Fine work, though a bit messy." He heard the heir say. "You left quite the evidence behind as well with this clumsy method." Then he heard him sneer. "Be glad that I'm here, willing to clean up after you, Kaecilius."

The name- His name was spat out in a sickening fascination. It suddenly made him realise the gravity of the situation- of what his action today had possibly transpired. The succession war was over. Rafael Aquilinus was dead, then-

Then, he felt the heir's hands clutch his shoulder, where Rafael had pierced through with a poisoned dagger ealier. Blood started to seep out into the fabric. The smell was overwhelming.

He didn't feel any pain however.

"You belong to me now, Kaecilius."

Because he had lost that privilege. He had sold his soul to the devil.

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Send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have

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          zarina's words, though incomprehensibly cryptic, were resonating with broken pieces of the bygones days that seemed to be a gnawing hole inside cael's memories. sharp and carefully intrusive as if they were crafted to be a wicked incantation of the damned, each honey-dripped syllable she sung pierced deeply into his private thought and penetrated every nook and cranny of his brain. they were searching and digging and probing and prodding at parts of him that were incomplete as they blinded his vision, violently, with a sudden surge of fleeting images that were clearly...

          clearly her. zarina, and zarina's eyes, and zarina's smirk, and zarina's stone-cold touch, and zarina's blood, dripping down his neck, his fingers clenching around her wrist, her lips pressing to his ear, and... 

          his head hurt, again, like it always does whenever he tried to recall what was forgotten; it was starting to making him see red. it was aggravating. it made him want to lash out at himself, at the world, at everybody else out of frustration, but mostly at her, the subject of his torment, because no matter what it was or how trivial, why did everything keep coming back to her? her voice, her eyes, her smirk, her touch... they all drove him insane. he wanted to tear her apart, and suck her blood dry until she was nothing but a husk, a beautiful corpse who could no longer tamper with his mind however she saw fit, and feel her cold hand, dead, caress his cheek in slow, gentle sway, assuring him that these very fingers couldn't push him down further into the spiralling madness anymore. 

          however, in the end, such fanasies were never actualised. he wouldn't dare. he was compelled to kiss the tip of her heels, and to suffocate in her hypnotic gaze. above all else was the unfathomable desire to please her. so did it matter whether he remembered or not? she was there. she always had been. her face a permanent phantom in his soul, her voice a ghostly reminder of to whom he belonged. he had come to terms with this the moment he met her blazing golden eyes.

            ' no. '     because the city was already burning with desparity when he opened his eyes, and he had lived within this hell ever since then. there was no before, no i once was, it once was, or we once were; for him, there was only one reality against which humankind struggled in vain to restore its former glory despite the absurd nature of that mentality. he quickly realise it was a rather pointless statement because he knew she was well aware of that and it wasn't what she really needed right now, but he made an effort anyways. he wanted to give what she asked for even if he had little to offer. mismatched eyes attentively observed her expression as he sat down next to her, curious about what she was so terribly engrossed in despite being infamous for her ruthlessness. what could ensnare such a cruel woman and engulf her entire being in melancholy? perhaps a memory of a loved one? a brief reminiscient to a once joyful life, without him? with him? 

          ' what troubles you? '     cael asked. he wanted to know.         

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"Promises shattered, teardrops fall as the last hope I had scattered like leaves in the storm," she remains lying on the ground, looking up at the night sky. Cael may not remember anything, but he remains. Her melancholy is the gateway to boredom; it opens the way for the devil to take her shape and to yearn for chaos. However, right now, it was repressed by the cold and frigid memory of bitterness. She was a Revenant, a survivor of the first generation. Mido's words and actions are recalled, and she sighs, agreeing with the man that all the revenants present here within these walls were not prepared for the terror that would unfold once the red mist falls. She did not expect the amnesiac student of hers to remember this, not anymore. "This city remembers the day when despair fell upon its soul... but you do not remember, do you, Cael?" // the right by xka, shoon, and shin young sook.

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yeah @swerte

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cael, louis and the useless human (ft. @swerte)

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send 👫 and i will write four headcanons about our muses - accepting / @blessed-by-blood​

1. cael doesn’t understand empathy (read: he has the emotional range of a withering houseplant), so he absolutely does not understand why isabelle is always willing to put herself at risk for the sake of other people. her kindness seems to extend to him initially as well, however, this changes as soon as she realises they are from two different worlds, and cael’s sole existence conflicts with everything she believes in, with every social norm or convention out there. he is selfish, he has no conception of sympathy, and he is apathetic to a fault. he has the power to change the course of history (the queen’s blood), which is the key element that louis, everyone, needs to finally progress on their quest towards a brighter future, but he refuses to cooperate simply because he is not interested. humans and revenants alike, they do not concern him. this would often result in disagreement between them (not that cael truly cares). 

2. cael does not remember isabelle’s name nor face, which is why even after they have been acquainted, he might forget who she is. this is partly due to the intensified severity of his amnesia after inheriting the queen’s blood, and mostly due to his habit to isolate himself. despite the fact that he possesses a monstrous photographic memory, he has always had trouble remembering faces and names ever since he was a child. he struggled with telling different people apart or recreating their supposed image inside his head as everything would eventually dissipate into nothingness, and he would be surrounded by strangers again. this only worsened when he reached adulthood. he does not know who is who. a foe? or a friend? or neither? who are you? he began isolating himself because of this. unless he makes an effort to engrave someone’s existence into his soul, he will treat everyone with the same apathy, detachment and indifference, sometimes even hostility. 

3. cael prefers to work alone, so when isabelle decides to tag along (for whatever reason, it could either be she wants to make sure he does not change his mind halfway after agreeing to help them, or she is skeptical about his trustworthiness which is totally valid, or whatever), isabelle will have to look after herself because cael is the worst partner. he will not wait for her, he will not help her, and he will act purely out of self-interest; everything he does will only serve his purposes. at the same time, cael does not expect anything from isabelle. she can do whatever she wants as long as it does not interfere with his goals. if she, out of the goodness of her heart (bless her), chooses to aid cael, he will not be grateful for it and there will be no special treatment. but at least, he will not be her enemy. isn’t that a huge relief.  

4. isabelle reminds cael of cruz, especially when they first met. in fact, he almost mistook isabelle for cruz if not for cruz’s blood still hot on his hands. this resemblance agitates him, causing his body to react in the most physical way ever as his mentality is forced to piece broken fragments of unwanted memories back together. cruz was an anomaly in his life. she was an unexpected factor that somehow managed to touch even the most rotten part inside him, breathing life into the growing chaos. he was made to feel things when he was with her, to feel the changes. it was unfamiliar. it made him lose sight of who he was. so he did the sensible thing— the only thing he was capable of, the only thing he was created for: destroy her to prevent the spread of madness, to put things back into their rightful place. even now he has forgotten all of those, cael would usually avoid staying alone with isabelle to stop himself from losing control. 

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send 👫 and i will write four headcanons about our muses - accepting / @zorkaya​

1. cael used to be indifferent with zarina, as he was with literally anything else that was not of his interest. he thought she was just another face in the crowd, another one of those people who would exploit him for her own benefits and leave him to rot when he no longer had any use left. so, he remained passive to zarina and whatever she strove to do initially, refusing to respond to any sort of taunts, insults, etc until she managed to ignite that violent anger within him again (because she is zarina wink wonk), once again fuelling him with a burning desire to destroy everything, destroy her. 

2. cael has become obsessed with zarina. this is because zarina, even if she means to use him, train him to become a literal monster, cares about him in this world where nobody does. his birth family forsook him at the front door of some random cathedrals/orphanages, denying him of even a name. the nurses at the orphanage scorned him. they could not sell him off to wealthy families because of how he always oozed this dreadful sense of death, and his dual-coloured eyes were seen as a sign of calamity. the kids hated him. they stepped on him to make themselves feel better, to satisfy some perverted fantasies, and because he never fought back. after his revival as a revenant, he was even treated less than a human being, but a mere weapon to be used against the impending doom of the horrors, no matter how unprepared he was. but zarina was different. she wanted him to be useful. she wanted him to fight like he meant it, to struggle and to survive. she was the first person who actually cared to see him return, the first and the only one who saw him as cael, as kaecilius even if it was fashioned in a twisted sense. he got addicted to it. he wanted more of that feeling. he wanted her approval. he wanted her to pay attention to him. he wanted to see her. he wanted so many things for the first time in his life.

3. after he inherited the queen’s blood, his memory was wiped clean, he remembered nothing, not even about himself. despite this, his body clearly remembered zarnia as he had engraved her so deeply into his bones unconsciously. zarina’s voice was constantly inside his head, telling him where to go, what to do, how to kill, and he followed this voice without questions, executing each and every command it whispered in his ears. he would often conjure up visions of zarina. it was just a faceless figure. there was no exact features or characteristics, no name either, yet her haunting silouhette followed him no matter day or night, awake or asleep; she was there, somewhere, in the back of his mind, in the corner of his eyes, on the tip of his tongue.

4. she was the only person who knew his real name was kaecilius. 

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Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship

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