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caemthe · a day ago
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Krishna​.º
Being reprimanded was something he was used to, but hearing Cu’s roundabout attempt at it only served to make Krishna’s mouth twitch up into a smile. And then he laughed, full and deep, his head canting back as he let the moment buoy his mood up to its usual levity. It was true, on several accounts, that anyone with a working sense of reading a room would eventually pick up on his dislike for a certain Alter Ego. Perhaps it really was his lucky day that it was Cu that had approached him about it, versus the many, many other options.
Thank goodness it had not been their master. For that, he would be grateful.
“I must have missed the time you watched Surya accept that the world is cold and cruel and that no one here knows how to properly cook an egg.” He teased, reaching out to gently push at Cu’s back as they aimlessly wandered. Of course, now that he’d made such a statement, it wouldn’t be surprised if the Servants who usually manned the kitchen came after him for the jibe. It may even cost him a few bowls of butter in the future… but it was done and time would have to tell! “I may occasionally take things and then stage a game around getting them back, but mitra I do believe you would have several people willing to attest to your reckless side.”
Hadn’t Cu been roasted not too long ago? By the seemingly unflappable Caster version of himself, no less? He hadn’t been there in person at the time, but staff talked and there was very little chance at true privacy, given their location.
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“But you have grown.” He admits softly, chuckling as he did. “I do believe our master has rubbed off on you some.”
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     All was well at first. He had managed to get his point across without being misunderstood in his attempts to make the Ruler see how they were at times. And thinking of old man Surya always made the Lancer smile. He wasn’t paying much attention then, thinking of a past event that made him realize that there was more to the sun god than their ‘serious’ appearance. “He’s a really good chef, you know? There was this time he even made an entire dish for myself and, man, was it delicious.” He had also enjoyed the dish Krishna made appear from thin air, but one had to admit that between magic and a well-prepared meal, the later would always be the best.
     All was going well but the Lancer almost tripped when he heard the other bring up his reckless side. Heat quickly colored his cheeks a light shade of red as he turned around to look at the other man. “h-Hey now, it’s not fair if you bring others in this. They’ll exaggerate things and Scáthach knows me since I was brat.” Never mind that he had also tried to play pranks on the other man a few times so it wasn’t as if one needed to go too far to point out the Lancer’s less ‘mature’ moments. Still, an exasperated sigh left the young man as he looked away from the other. Of course, they would choose the exact moment he lowered his guard to say things like that. “You can’t just say things like that all of a sudden... It’s not fair when I’ve no idea when you’ll be teasing and when you’ll be saying that make me feel all giddy.” There was a pause so he could gather his thoughts before saying,
     “I’ve said this before but, Krishna, you’ve grown plenty as well. You’ve opened up to others and it no longer feels like one has to guess what’s going in your mind. I’m glad you decided to place your trust on the master and us. You aren’t just a strong and reliable ally, but a good friend as well.” Perhaps he was rambling, being ‘embarrassing’ due to how honest he was, but he still wanted the other to know that he was on their side.
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caemthe · a day ago
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𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐘 𝐕𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓
𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 :     you can only say guilty or innocent .  you are not allowed to explain anything unless someone messages you or asks .  repost , don’t reblog !
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𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 : @hellguarded thank you! 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 : @caimkairos (kama), @soulcrux (morally), @destructivour, @witchofdunscaith, @brilliantpride, @infinii​, @geoconsult​
asked someone to marry you ?    guilty
kissed one of your friends ?     innocent
danced on a table in a bar or tavern ?     innocent
ever told a lie ?     guilty
had feelings for someone who you can’t have ?     guilty
still have communication with your ex ?     innocent
ever kissed someone of the opposite gender ?     guilty
ever kissed someone of the same gender ?     guilty
kissed a picture ?     innocent
slept in until 5 pm ?     innocent
fallen asleep at work or school ?     innocent
dressed in men’s clothes ?     guilty
dressed in women’s clothes ?     guilty
held a snake ?     guilty
been suspended from school ?     innocent
stolen something ?     innocent
done something you regret ?     guilty
laughed until something you were drinking came out of your nose ?     innocent
caught a snowflake on your tongue ?     guilty
kissed in the rain ?     guilty
sat on a roof top ?     guilty
sang in the shower ?     innocent
been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on ?     innocent
slept naked ?     guilty
made a boyfriend  /  girlfriend cry ?     innocent
been in a band ?     innocent
shot a gun ?     innocent
donated blood ?     innocent
eaten alligator meat ?     innocent
eaten cheesecake ?     innocent
still loved someone you shouldn't ?     guilty
have  /  had a tattoo ?     innocent
been too honest ?     guilty
ruined a surprise ?     guilty
ate in a restaurant and got really bloated that you can’t walk after ?     innocent
erased someone in your friend’s list ?     innocent
joined a pageant ?     guilty
been told that you’re beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said ?     guilty
cheated on someone ?     innocent
got totally drunk one night when you had an important exam the next morning ?     innocent
a total stranger treated you by paying your fare ?       innocent
got so angry that you cried ?    guilty
tried to stay away from someone for their own good ?     innocent
actually murdered someone ?     guilty
thought about mass murder ?     guilty
actually committed mass murder ?     guilty
rode in a stranger’s vehicle ?     innocent
stalked someone ?     innocent
had a girlfriend ?     guilty
had a boyfriend ?     guilty
totally drunk during a holiday ?   innocent
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caemthe · a day ago
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Cú​.º
At some point between the line and the door his one-sided arguing seemed to taper off. A growing self-consciousness at the scene he was now making causes him to start muttering his words. Still stubborn in trying to prove a point, it takes him a moment before he falls completely silent… and realizes just how dizzy he is. Something he only notices when he finally catches his breath. Perhaps embarrassed by how worked up he had become and thankful his ‘clingy ghost’ hadn’t mentioned it-
…But instead he’s the one being thanked. And for something so… so… Who the hell thanked someone for something like that?! That comment alone nearly sends him into another flurry of insults. Something he reels in just to avoid feeling any more lightheaded. He’s glad the other man lets it fall into silence afterwards. Glad Ferdiad doesn’t turn it into a monologue or bring more attention to it. Makes it easier for him to glare off to the side wordlessly as he collects his thoughts. A breath in. A breath out…
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“It’s not much further. I don’t want to hear you complain about such a short distance otherwise you shouldn’t have offered…” A chiding remark that lacked any actual bite. There was a part of him that did feel guilty, forgetting the other’s injuries in the heat of the moment but too prideful to offer to carry anything himself now. It really wasn’t much farther at least… and soon they made it to his door. How comfortable he was with his ex knowing where he lived now he was unsure, but that was a thought for later. He unlocks it and ushers Ferdiad inside.
“Just set everything on the counter then sit down. You look like you’re about to fall over and I’d prefer it without crushing the eggs-”
     Ferdiad had hold on particularly well despite the distance they walked. He didn’t want to look ‘sick’ in front of the other man, but he did think it was a shame that all of his focus had to be placed on his legs and rather than just enjoying the other’s company. Ah, it was the added weight and other slight changes that messed up with his muscle memory. He hadn’t noticed how worked up he had actually become until Cú pointed it out. He knew his legs were going to give him hell later but, for the moment, he was simply glad that he had meet and spent some time with Cú. Despite the years apart, it seemed that they were the same as he remembered them, all snappy and absolutely adorable. How glad he was that the other man wasn’t capable of reading minds.
     He did as he was told, a sigh of relief almost leaving his lips when the eggs in one of the bags didn’t break. He was leaning on the counter when noted a pair of large and curious eyes staring at him.
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     “...Hello.” It was all he managed to say out loud, glad that the multiple thoughts running in his head didn’t make his voice come out odd. This girl... she looked just like Cú. How old was she? Definitely not much younger than... Ah... Meanwhile, the girl in question nodded at the stranger her dad brought home. Usually, she would already be greeting the other in sign language but the stranger looked so out of it that she thought it was better to give the man some time. What a weird friend, her dad had.
     Ferdiad introduced himself and, completely unaware of the girl’s lack of voice, became increasingly nervous that she wasn’t saying anything to him. His gaze quickly switched towards Cú after the girl nodded one last time. “You’ve a daughter.” It wasn’t a question, nor an accusation. He just... didn’t know what to think.
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caemthe · a day ago
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@ardenssolis​ said.º
"Here." Ozymandias opened the other boy's hand, gently slipping a tasseled gem on his palm. Its strings were blue and gold, colors of royalty and of the gods; protection only in symbolism. He thought it would be nice fitted onto Conall's sword if he wanted it. Though just keeping it in his pocket was fine too. "It is a sunstone, but not just any sunstone. This one glows in your hand when you hold it tight. So, if you feel cold, it will warm you up." He smiled, quite pleased with his gift. "I do not know when we will meet again, but I hope this gift is acceptable." Goodbyes were sad things. He wanted this to be the opposite, although he did wonder if Conall had ever been sad, considering. He was probably happy to finally be returning home. (fantasy)
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“Huh?” Head tilted to the side as genuine surprise settled on the young warrior’s features. Gifts were to be expected from both the guest and the host unless they were leaving in bad terms. But it seemed the old men had reached some sort of agreement as no heads had rolled during the meetings nor voices were raised. As expected, a boring matter from start to end. But while gifts were to be expected, he didn’t think that Ozymandias would put more than a little thought into their gift, nor that it would be such an endearing detail. “That’s... really cute of you.” How was he ever going to forget this boy if they gave him something to always carry with his person? Really...
Conall gently held the sunstone and tied it to his sword. The golden and blue looker far too proper for a weapon that was often covered in blood, but they reminded him of the other boy, so he had no intention to change the strings. He spent a few seconds staring at the handle of his sword before putting in back on its sheath. When he looked again at the prince before him, he was grinning, confident and maybe a little cunning. “But it wasn’t the gift I was hoping to get from you so I guess that means that this time I’ll be stealing from you.” And as soon as he said that, before he could be questioned or scolded for his poor choice of words, Conall was leaning down to carefully hold Ozymandias’ chin and kissing their lips. Just like that, he was committing the crime of stealing the sun prince’s lips, their first kiss. He still didn’t understand what was so ‘magical’ about kisses, but the Ozymandias’ lips were soft and sweet. He really liked it.
The older boy still was grinning when he pulled away. He didn’t even have to look back to know that there were horrified looks on all of the servants that got to look. He didn’t care one bit. All of his attention was focused on the boy he had just kissed. They really looked even cuter when they were blushing. He would kiss them again but he knew they would be yelling at him as soon as they went back to their senses. So, really, there was no time for goodbyes. He had already slipped his gift on the prince’s pocket so he was turning on his heel and making a run for it. Of course, he turned once to smile and shout at them, “Don’t fret, my princess, I’ll give you many more the next time we meet!”
As for what had been his gift? It was a simple bookmark. Various blue Forget Me Not flowers had been stabilized and encased in clear, rectangular but thin crystal. Magic had been infused in the crystal so, whenever both sides of the bookmark were pressed, as if the flowers had thinking of their own, few branches with the small flowers would come out. So, whenever it was used, rather than a bookmark it would seem like a small and simple arrangement were to be falling down the books. Maybe he had put too much thought into his gift, but that was something he would never admit.
Conall ran, as fast as he could, as fast as his legs allowed it and his heart was pounding in his chest. He ran ahead of the caravan without stopping to tell his mother where he was going. He simply ran, until his knees gave out and he was falling, rolling a few times due to his velocity, on the green grass. The sun still was up on the sky, looking down on him, mocking him. He should be furious. He should be enraged. He really should, and yet...
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“Just why did I have to do that?”
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caemthe · a day ago
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@corrchoigilt​ said.º
Just ruffles protopup's hair?? Best puppy?? He's so proud?? ....Then immediately starts fussing and trying to fix it-
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     Huffs, annoyed that Caster is fussing over him so suddenly but truth is that, if he had a tail, he would be wagging it.
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caemthe · a day ago
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positivity for caemthe :@caemthe ‘s passion for both their muses and their lore is so infectious. The type of person you can just ramble on end with and have fun even if not everything turns into a written out thread. They’ve been a huge inspiration to me since I’ve known them and I honestly do feel lucky to have them as both a writing partner and a friend.
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caemthe · a day ago
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@corrchoigilt​ said.º
“Do you hate what you become?” He hesitates to say ‘we’. He already knows what he is. Already thinks he knows what they’ll say. (Proto Cú)
     How could anyone answer something like that? Even more importantly, why was Caster asking that now? Wasn’t it an unspoken agreement between the two? He didn’t want to answer them. He didn’t even want to think of an answer. It would be much easier if he simply started a fight and stormed off without uttering a single word. It certainly would be easier, but that would be the same as running away, wouldn’t it?
     Lips stretch on a thin line, his mouth feels drier than moments ago. He gulps down but there’s nothing that can make what he has to say. 
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     “I don’t know... I wish I could say I’m thrilled for the ‘future’, that I got to achieve my goal and proved all those bastards who refused to acknowledge me wrong. Then it would be easier to answer, if that’s all one needed in life.” But that wasn’t the case. Following the path of a hero, getting stronger and doing sacrifices for the sake of that almost unreachable goal, it didn’t guarantee anything. It was interesting, wasn’t it? How he could feel like he was able to reach for everything life had to offer, yet still felt he had very little understanding of life. His life and heart were old while his soul and body would remain eternally young. Was that supposed to be a tragedy or not?
     “I won’t deny that more than once I’ve wondered if it had been worth it. Or if it would’ve been better if I had died alongside them.” He wouldn’t have to worry about buying more time for his allies, Ulster would eventually win, not much would change. It was a thought he entertained more often than not, but, in the end, he always had a reason to reconsider.
     “But I wouldn’t change anything.” She deserved to live, she deserved to grow old and have a happy and tranquil life, even if he wasn’t with her to spend the majority of her years. As long as Finnscoth existed, he couldn’t regret a single thing he ever did. “If I ever tried to go back, then all the sacrifices would’ve been pointless. It would be disrespectful to all those who lost their life. It would be unfair to Ferdiad who wanted me to live for him. It would be unfair for Láeg who deserved to spend the rest of his days as a free man. It would unfair to Emer, gave me her life and took on mine. And, overall, it would’ve been unfair to my daughter who wasn’t yet born at the time.”
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caemthe · a day ago
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U L S T E R T A K E R
so i had an idea that wouldn’t leave me alone and i finally gave in so here’s emer doing the little dance animation of h.elltaker. she is waiting for the perfect chance to cause trouble.
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caemthe · 2 days ago
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I wish I could explain your eyes, and how the sound of your voice gives me butterflies. How you smile makes my heart skip a beat and how every time I’m with you, I feel so complete.
(via thedesire)
@kcnhaji
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caemthe · 2 days ago
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@witchofdunscaith​ said.º
“How long do you intend on pretending?” It’s not a slip of the tongue but a purposeful accusation. A voice that practically booms across the empty hallway. It has only been a short time since she’s been summoned, but something gave her the feeling the man was avoiding her. How convenient she’s ‘found’ him so isolated. “Ferdiad Mac Daman. You’ve always been dense but it’s presumptuous to think this much. You’ve still not taken responsibility for your actions, have you?” And even if her student now towered over her, her gaze is distinctly one that looked down on him.
     There had been a smile drawn on his features the moment he heard that the warrior witch had answered the call of Chaldea. It had been an awkward and forced smile, almost painful to look at. Ferdiad had never been good at hiding his discomfort, and it wasn’t just discomfort that he felt towards his famed and ruthless teacher.
     Sure, it was never explicitly addressed but, even with her cold and often unexpressive appearance, it had been quite obvious her distaste for the connachta. But it wasn’t always like that. Once he arrived, he quickly became the best student in Dún Scaith, took upon himself the role of leader of the students if only to help his teacher. But the moment Cú arrived, the moment she noticed how the boy blushed when they were with him, and the manner in which he would look at them like they were only one in the world...
     Shortly after he began to notice that his teacher had become distant, harsher towards him. Ferdiad didn’t think much of it at first, but it was when it became known that his little lover was expecting, when they held to him and cried before rushing towards their teacher to hug her and sob, it was then that he noticed how the soft gaze she offered Cú quickly turned to one of disappointed and resentment when she looked at him. He had never felt as weak and powerless as he did when Scathach shot him the deadliest of glares.
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     Indeed, he wasn’t just avoiding the warrior woman, he was practically hiding from her. It didn’t last, unluckily, and there was nothing else to do than address his furious teacher. 
     “Scáthach.” He gulped even if his mouth felt dry. “You always had an interesting way to greet your students.” An attempt to lighten up the mood but his teacher was unmovable. The worst part of it all was that he knew, deep in his heart, that she was right. He hated it, to feel like a goddammed coward. “Is there a point to any of it when it won’t change anything now? I can’t go and change the past, talking about it would only bring sorrowful memories back. I don’t know... what you’re expecting from me.”
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caemthe · 2 days ago
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Independent Roleplay blog for Caster!Cú Chulainn from Fate.GO Canon Divergent and Mythos/Headcanon-based Multiverse, OC Friendly, and Crossover Friendly
Ca.rrd: (here)
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caemthe · 2 days ago
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@ardenssolis​ replied: ozy vc: -squints-
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     doesn’t say it out loud but he’s gently leaning and resting his chin on top of his wife’s head
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caemthe · 2 days ago
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Kitten paws​.º
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the heavy clash of    metal to claws     brilliantly rings throughout the space they share.  grimmjow’s smirk widens considerably at the successful deflection from the other,   a smirk that could be considered   quite cruel    to look at depending on who knew of him and his intentions.  his posture straightens with shoulders rolling back with a deep cackle resonating somewhere within his armored chest   -    almost a droning purr if someone were listening closely to it. 
 ❛       didn’t really  take you for the     BITCHIN` TYPE    when things get tough,   guess this ain’t the first time i was wrong about someone.    had enough already       ?     ❜  
     This guy... they really were aiming to rip him apart, weren’t they?
     Ehhh, now that just made things over here far more interesting. He could sense it, that spark, the pure desire to fight and push oneself to the limit and beyond. It was rare nowadays, no one fought anymore for the thrill of it. It was a shame but, today, at least seems he has found a worthy opponent.
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     The warrior took a step back, knees bending as his grip on his spear tightened. “Had enough of dealing with a lazy cat. I was hoping to face a strong opponent to test my abilities. I thought I had sensed one here but I might’ve been wrong. What a day to go making mistakes, huh?” Crimson eyes became sharper, pupils slitted, a predator waiting for the other to make the first movement.
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caemthe · 2 days ago
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@corrchoigilt​ said.º
👫 (emer since you just killed me with that quote uwu)
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So something that I really like about Emer and Cú’s looks besides their contrasting colors is that they both have long hair. Emer got her nickname for her wild, long and beautiful hair but it also required plenty of maintenance and care that most of the time was probably left to her servants. Cú also has long hair but something interesting is how ‘tamed’ it became once he got older, while the younger ones have wilder hair. I headcanon that Emer was the one who made Cú take better care of his hair and that’s why it’s so silky when he’s older. I like to think that, back when they were alive, they would spend the first hour of each new day tending after their partner’s hair and Cú learning how to do various types of complex braids so he could try a different style on Emer’s hair each time.
Another thing is that while Emer and Cú had a great understanding of each other and just were so in love that it made the people around happy, they weren’t tied at the hip and actually rarely saw each other outside of the early morning and at the end of the day. They led separate lives, Cú often out on battles or missions given by the king or being out guarding the frontiers of Ulster, while Emer took on the role of teaching the other women in needlework and herbalism. Emer naturally takes on a leader role and knew of politics, and since it wasn’t uncommon to see her at the castle, she was sought for political and economic advice so she was just as busy as Cú all the time. But at the end of the day, Emer would wait for Cú at the ends of the kingdom and they would walk home together, sometimes they would talk and laugh about something that happened that day, other times they just held hands and enjoyed each other’s company and the light of the stars.
Emer sees Cú Chulainn as who he is, not just the image of a hero destined to die young, not just a man that lived as many other men, she saw him as Cú Chulainn, her dearest friend and love of her life. She knows all of his secrets, regrets and worries, and embraces all of it. She has seen him cry and fall apart while he told her of things he couldn’t share with anyone else. Emer knew him intimately, and she loved him tenderly, passionately, selflessly. Words weren’t needed between them, but they still loved listening to each other talk. While lying on their bed, they would spend until late hours of the night talking about life, fairness, myths, prophecies and thr future they knew would never get to see.
Finally, adding to the nighttime headcanons, if Cú woke from a nightmare of the past in the middle of the night, Emer would slowly sit up and gently lean on him before kissing his shoulder and hugging him until he calmed down.
four hcs between our muses | accepting 
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caemthe · 3 days ago
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@destructivour​ said.º
for cu. ' you're a dog or somethin right? can you play dead ? '
     Really, wasn’t this kitten an interesting case? They must really think they’re funny. Well, Cú Chulainn was about to be hilarious!
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     A wide grin spread across his features though there was none of the lightheartedness that would usually spark in his eyes. “Not really, but we can play fetch if you want.” The warrior lifted an arm, his spear of terror, Duaibsech, was summoned on his hand. “Start running and I’ll throw things at you. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you catch it each time.”
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