#;caemthe : deirdre

[guhamun]

@caemthe said (inbox):

[ dee, for yinlin ] Deirdre doesn't like crowds, shouldn't stay in them for too long even, but her friend insisted on going to the Moon-chasing festival at least once, reminding her of the reason why she was escaping traveling in the first place. And, surprisingly, it was better than she expected. The music, lights, fireworks, laughter, and life could be felt in all of Taoyuan Vale. Time passed by quickly and, before she knew it, most people had already left and most stalls were already closed for the night. Sitting at the sightseeing spot under the village's large tree, Deirdre finally decided to take off her crow mask, a long sigh following after taking a deep breath. 'So this is what life is about, huh?' A thought she couldn't ponder for long, since it appeared she wasn't alone anymore. Putting on her mask again, she turned to look at the puppet and the puppeteer who controlled it. "Your show for the children was amazing. It was easy to forget that it was only one person doing it all. You must've practiced for the play for a long time." At least, it looked that way, but... Yinlin, while they haven't had many opportunities to actually sit down and talk, it was curious how they always cross paths.

FESTIVALS WERE THE BEST time for an agent. It was during this time information was exchanged, hidden away behind the vibrant lights, laughter, and smiles that lingered the people’s lips as they enjoyed themselves with friends or lovers. Thus, she wore her puppeteer guise, playing the role of a performer before the children as she created a show that would linger in their hearts long after the event was over. Zapstring moved as if alive, currently floating about children who had remained and filling them with awe. The sight always pulled a small smile from Yinlin’s lips, her heart warmed by the happiness she managed to spread from something so simple as this. Despite the noise, she heard Deirdre’s approach, her smile still present, yet it seemed more subdued now; present for the sake of being present. ❝Deirdre,❞ she greeted, tugging her cap a little further over her features. ❝It’s a play that I remember from when I was a little girl. Every time I saw it, even though it wasn’t changed much, I was always so excited. Honestly, I’m surprised I can even remember it after all these years.❞

     Was she speaking truth?

     Yinlin would leave that to Deirdre to decide, especially since she was prone to fabricating stories as she saw fit. ❝Hmm…I’m quite surprised to see you here, actually. Are you and your partner here enjoying the festival? We do not have foreigners often here during that time, so I can’t help but be curious as to what you think of it thus far.❞ She tilted her head a little, just enough to look at Deirdre from the corner of her eye. She didn’t see Cu’s bright head of hair, but she could assume that he was here too – wandering about, enjoying himself. How surprising it was, then, that Deirdre wasn’t with him. Even more so when the other woman decided to approach her.  

[darabeatha]

@caemthe replied ; cú would gift very tasty chocolate bark in little bags to all of your muses he interacted with (yes, even for tez who failed to shot him); dee would make a simple dessert for ritsuka; and pat thought it was an event for the girls only and has to wait till white day to give something back 😭

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ ―Uwaah! Is that really for me? it looks amazing, thank you Deirdre ! ❞ How nice of her ! he immediately snaps the treat in half, enthusiastically offering one half to Deirdre ❝ Let's share it , it'll increase our bond level too ! ❞

[unboundtravels]

𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐀𝐑 | @caemthe

How did he get here? Where was he? He felt blood pooling down his head as he moved to push a piece of stone off of him. His eyes trembled lightly as they adjusted to light. He remembered being inside the control room of his ship, until some anomaly or distortion suddenly yanked his TARDIS through a solar storm, spitting it out somewhere he wasn't sure. He smelt smoke and heard distant rumblings. He could see through pieces of debris that he was near or inside some broken buildings. When he fully stood to his feet, he moved toward the opening hole in the wall of the building he seemed to be inside.

Suddenly, his foot tugged against something. He looked down, tilting his head down to see something. "A security droid..?" He raised eyebrows. He leaned down, withdrawing a small, silver, cylindrical device from his bandolier and scanning the droid. "Totally destroyed. Looks like it was following its protection protocol just before it was totaled..." The man spoke, standing up. In the light, he had mud brown hair tied back in a loose tail, wearing a heavy brown U-Boat jacket that dropped down to his thighs. He wore muddy brown trousers, boots, and gaiters. A waistcoat and a pink shirt completed his upper half, along with a flamingo-pink neck scarf and a bandolier across his chest. "What was it... What drew me off course?" He mumbled. Then he heard a voice, from down on the lower levels, near the stairwell of the room he was in.

Blue gaze scanned the area, looking for anyone that could be- there! “You should look for a different place to hide. Those robots have long since stopped following protocol. It's gotten out of hand.” After witnessing so many disasters, Deirdre picked on the habit of looking out for others as well.

"Robots..?" He exhaled, "You mean these ones, on the ground?" He looked down, inspecting its damage. Until he heard another rumbling, his mind reminded of what was following him when he was pulled down here— to the surface. It came back like a crashing wave, crashing against his mind as he rushed down the stairs, pulling the woman down with him until they were out in the street of this barren planet, with only just a few colonies scattered all across them. 

SAUCERS, thousands of them. In the sky, bombarding the planet. "Daleks." The Renegade mumbled out. "They followed me here." He spoke, looking through the ruins of where he'd woken up. "Come along! Help me find my ship! They're after me, so I can lead them away!! Just.. Help me find... my box." He said, as he frantically pushed aside the rubble of the building he'd woken up in. 

[ardenssolis]

@caemthe​ said (inbox):

[ deirdre ] “I could’ve sworn you were close friends.” Deirdre simply lifted an eyebrow when she saw the pharaoh take a turn in the opposite direction when Emer entered the picture. There was no amusement in her tone but she still stepped forward to the hallway and looked around. After a while, she signalled the other to come out. “All good now. No sly foxes nor brutish wolves in sight.” When she got a better look at the pharaoh, a slight frown appeared on the woman’s features. “You reek of someone I hate. If you wanna stay here then either change or leave.”

      OZYMANDIAS HAD BEEN QUICK to avoid Emer knowing full well that she would somehow manage to get some kind of information out of him one way or another. That woman was far too sly for her own good, and though he did not believe she had any real motives aside from being nosey (oh how nosey she was), the fact that she could steer a conversation in the direction she wanted meant he might say far more than intended. No way was he going to be her source of entertainment today! Although he had been anxious that Deirdre would alert that Assassin to his presence, thankfully, they must have 'pitied' (?) him enough to let him slink away for a little longer. Stepping out of his hiding place the moment he was signaled to do so, he huffed.

     ❝Deirdre,❞ he greeted, the utterance of her name a 'thanks' in its own way. ❝I see you are aware of the usual suspects I tend to avoid. One, not as much anymore, but said wolf can be a headache from time to time.❞ Or wolves, he guessed he could say. He paused, frowning a little. 'You reek of someone I hate.' Someone she...hated? Conall? It was no surprise the other's scent clung to his skin, considering. Also no surprise he was hated as well. So, surely he was who she spoke of? ❝And what exactly am I to change into? It is not as if I carry extra clothing in my pockets.❞ How unreasonable.

[zangyo]

R.esident Evil Village Prompts; accepting || @caemthe​

[ dee ] “ i am not a weapon. “

     ❝WHETHER YOU SEE YOURSELF as one or not doesn't matter. What does, is that someone else always will. That's just how it is.❞ He at one time, had seen Yuji as 'Sukuna's Vessel.' Had even addressed him as such when he spoke to Gojo until the other bluntly corrected him, emphasizing what that boy's name was. Still, his thoughts in concerns to that child hadn't changed until they showed him they were more than this. Sadly, there were others who would always look at Yuji as if he was a hand grenade that could go off at any given time if Sukuna ever took over his body. They would never know or care that he was such an earnest person as he fought hard to become more than this, did his best to rely on his own power and will rather than some grotesque curse who could most definitely kill his enemies...but also potentially kill those around them too on a mere whim. ❝It is best to focus on those who do not perceive you as such rather than those that do.❞

[rakkirrrowch-a]

@caemthe​ asked : [ deirdre ] "..." She's just gonna gently ruffle his hair and give him a small box of homemade cookies. "Don't just hand over your lunch money to guys like that. Tell me next time so I can beat them up."

      huh ?  ---  oh wow ,  cookies !  his mom always told him never to let himself be lured in by candy from strangers ,  but this had to be a friend ,  right ?  only friends gave each other homemade stuff .  ‘ thank you ... !  but ,  i don’t remember giving my lunch money to anybody ... ‘  and guys like that ?  like what ,  exactly ?  he wasn’t hurt ,  or getting pushed around and laughed at standing harmlessly with a box of cookines in his hands ,  so they couldn’t have been doing anything awful enough to warrant a whole smackdown ,  did they ?  unless ...  his eyes widen .  ‘ are you a superhero ? ‘  a superhero who carried boxes of homemade cookies around was amazing !  ‘ wow ! ‘

[abendrotbrav]

sweet child laid upon the earth / yet you never wept after your birth

Hypnos & Aphrodite

Oh, sweet child of sleep and love! Your father dwells in the Underworld among the poppies, and your mother was born beautiful of Titan's blood. A life of greatness stands before you dictated by calmness, imagination, and consuming desire. No man can tell you what realm you preside over, but look to themes of prophetic dreams and domesticity as you grow into your power. 

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[guhamun]

@caemthe said (inbox):

[ dee, for cal ] Deirdre had yet to move her spot, arms crossed, waiting for the mercenary leader and Cú to finish talking. Her friend was the first one to approach her and let her know that they wanted her to take off her mask to see if any of the ghost hounds from the Lawless Zone recognized her. Well… that was to be expected, wasn’t it? It was no surprise that a near empty document that only said she hailed from the Lawless Zone wouldn’t sit right with the outriders. Maybe one of the mercs would be able to recognize her, confirm if she belonged to one of the dangerous gangs or not. That was understandable, but… “I was never without a mask when I went out,” she argued before a hand could reach out to take off her mask. Long white hair, dark clothes, a tacet mark on the forehead, a stern gaze, and an unfriendly disposition, a recognizable figure she had seen either from a distance or walking the same street as her and Naoise. In the Lawless Zone, who doesn’t know who the leader of the Ghost Hounds is? “You must’ve noticed it already. I’m not using my forte, but the frequencies coming from me are odd. The mask serves a purpose, it’s not there just to hide my identity.”

THERE HADN’T BEEN THE slightest bit of surprise when Jiyan called him, asking if the Ghost Hounds would assist in identifying two strangers who had been held in custody from the New Federation. Such had made him raise a brow before, curious as to what it was about these visitors that had caught the general’s gaze, but he trusted the other’s judgement, and so saw no reason to question what was asked of him and his people. As he had spoken to Cu, there could be no doubt that he was definitely not a normal individual. They answered all his questions without pause, almost as if they were trying to be as helpful as possible, so that they, and their friend, could take their leave in relative peace. Normally this would capture his attention and make him suspicious, not so much this time. Information was withheld – that much was obvious to someone as sharp as Calcharo, but he doubted it was anything that needed to be addressed then and there. Cu could keep to his secrets, for as long as it did not put the people of Huanglong in the crosshairs of any potential danger.

     Finishing his conversation with Cu, he didn’t state whether or not they were good to go as he made his way past them towards their other partner: the odd masked woman. Coming to a stop in front of her, the Ghost Hound who had nearly reached out to take her mask made a face, glancing over to Calcharo and explaining the situation. Wearing such things was not abnormal where they were from, this, especially so, if you lived in the Lawless Zone. Thus, her statement about wearing it on a regular when she left her residence was in itself, not unheard of. Her eyes soon fell upon him, Calcharo peering back into the holes of her mask with quiet curiosity. He had a feeling that even if her face had been uncovered, it would have been difficult to discern intent just as much as it was now. ❝Yes, I’ve noticed. It’s for that reason I didn’t have your mask removed by force.❞ Something, an instinctual part of himself, said it would be unwise to remove that mask.

     He’d leave it be.

     There was a moment of silence, his gaze still boring into Deirdre’s before he turned away, beginning to put distance between him and the group. ❝They’re good to go. I’ll let the general know there is no reason to hold these two any longer. Their intentions for being here are valid.❞ After approval to release them was received, he’d leave those two to their business -- whatever that business might be. Although, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t issue a warning all the same…

     That could wait.

[muriokusho]

[ deirdre ] truth serum. "if a poisonous snake bit that serious salaryman-kind of guy or the sketchy monk on the dick, would you suck the poison out to save their lives?"

send me ‘ truth serum ’ along with something your muse has always wanted to ask mine, or something you have always wanted to know about them, for my muse to answer truthfully.  | @caemthe

“Save Nanami because he would never let me down, unlike someone and besides, Suguru can get his dick sucked by the curses he swallowed.”

[infernaltenma]

@caemthe asked:

[ deirdre ] “  i do not intend to die  ”

          The sun is only beginning to rise this morning, the forests of Shimosa Prefecture still bathed in the dim purple twilight.  Amakusa sits on one of the rocks in the garden of their workshop, waiting for the bathwater to warm over the fire.

          His hand immediately goes to his sword when he hears something break the silence of the woods, the sheath resting on his lap, but something stops him when he sees the figure emerge.  A young woman with blonde hair, alone in the woods at this hour?  ...A ghost or an assassin?  (Which is worse?)

          “Stay where you are,” he snaps, standing, “Those without good reason shall not pass.”

[caemthe-a]

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     so, with that said, see you over there!

[bonmotx]

“...yer kinda... creepy lookin’, miss? Like... a gross, rottin’ pumpkin?” Well, isn’t Connla a cute little charmer? It’s spoken like a boy admitting he has a crush, but it’s genuinely not a lie, either. Weird! He fidgets in place, fiddling nervously. Perhaps it’s the awkwardness of a long time growing confusion. 

Or perhaps it’s the blood of fae gods, judging by the fact that his pupil and iris are splitting in discomfort, first two, then three, four, five- all contained within his eyes.

“I mean, yer pretty but like... yer not that pretty. Plus yer kinda gross sometimes? Ya don’ smell natural at all. Ya look like yer constantly doin’ like, the pretty stuff things, but that’s not good, that’s just creepy? I don’ get why people would wanna be with ya, just for yer face. It ain’ really that nice a face?” Maybe it’s because he’s a young boy, still, who hasn’t learned such things yet. He was only eleven when he died. This Connla may be fourteen, but perhaps... but his eyes see truth. Despite his blush, there is no love or desire he is capable of. Deirdre is beautiful, terrifying but something to want? 

Absolutely not. The idea of wanting someone that badly... he gets it, but not like that.

Maybe the most simple explanation... would be that a tragic dream is too self-centered to be affected by these things. (Or maybe he’s just not attracted to women? Has he ever considered that?)

“Ah- I- I don’ mean yer ugly, uh- I mean, yer not like- not ugly? I just- ya look weird? Er- not as weird as teacher! Teacher is really not pretty! I mean- like- cause she’s badass, not- not that- uh- yer- I mean, ladies are just kinda, weird, an gross, not that- that teacher is gross, but, she’s scary like ya, an- I mean, jus, girls are gross, yer like, a lady, but ladies are just scarier girls- yer not, uh, offended-?” His little mini pupils and irises are darting in wildly different directions within his eye, dancing in his sclera. What is this weird, bone-chilling sensation...?

@caemthe​ - starter (dee)

[zangyo]

@caemthe​ said (inbox):

[ jjk, deirdre ] It was a weekly matter at worst, or a monthly thing if things were looking bright for her. Still, Deirdre often stayed at least once a week in the Academy, for a 'checkup' on her various seals, reinforce the ones getting weaker, test their reach and potency. It was, overall, a tiring process. So her intention after being done with her 'checkup' was to fall asleep in the nearest room available. Though, this time, it seemed she had found someone in worse state, far more exhausted than her. "Difficult night, Kento?" It was all the greeting she gave the sorcerer before offering one of the cigarettes she had stolen from Shoko. "And you still are wearing those dress shoes. Congrats on the endurance and chosen brand then.

     NANAMI WAS PARTIALLY SLUMPED against his seat, sunglasses set to the side and his eyes closed. He was running on about two hours of sleep and had just completed a mission earlier that morning up until the afternoon, and so he was feeling a bit 'winded'. Insomnia always decided to strike at the worst of times it seemed. It couldn't have decided to happen on a slow day, could it? Upon hearing Deirdre's voice, however, he sat up, attempting to look presentable despite the fact that he had been nearly about to pass out not even a few moments ago. ❝Difficult is a nice way of putting it. Things ran a little later then I wanted it to.❞ 

     Oh how he hated putting in extra work. One might have thought him that all-star student in school, the kind that would go out of their way to do things above and beyond what was expected of them based on his appearance and mannerisms. That, though, was a lie. He only put in as much effort as was necessary at the given time. No more or less than that. Despite not being much for smoking (he preferred alcohol for the more exhausting days -- the kind that really left a nice burn), for once, he took Deirdre up on her offered cigarette. ❝This brand has held up rather well. Despite being filled with sewer water, sliding against cement, and all the blood puddles, it has continued to look nearly brand new.❞

[vaterslain]

@caemthe​ said: [ deirdre for loki ] "One normally wouldn't think that you would side with humanity. Though I'm glad that you aren't one of enemy servants."

“Oi, don’t get confused now, lady. Who said I was sidin’ with anybody?” The Avenger huffs down at the Archer. This Loki isn’t too keen looking for misunderstandings most of the time. He needs to set the record straight. “To get what I want conveniently overlaps with what y’all want.”

His scarred lips peel back in an overtly flashy smile. “But you’re welcome, nonetheless.” 

[guhamun]

@caemthe said (inbox):

[ dee, for yuyu ] Deirdre was a quiet person and, while she enjoyed it when others did the talking, she didn’t mind the silence either. So time spent with Jianyu was mostly spent in silence, but that didn’t mean there was no communication between the two. But, one day, while cleaning her sword, she casually asked: “How’s the bet going?” No, at no point did she ask if there was a large-scale bet (that Calcharo should never know about) going on among the mercenaries. And, no, she never explicitly asked what was going on between the Ghost Hounds’ boss and a certain teal general.

JIANYU AND DEIRDRE WERE quite similar in the fact that both preferred to listen rather than speak, and though both would certainly do so if put in a conversation, for the most part, if there was silence, then they were silent. Even so, they seemed to understand one another well enough in those moments. Thus, when Deirdre broke that relative quiet to speak to him, he curiously turned his gaze from the other Hounds to her. ❝Well, I think.❞ It was a simple response to a simple question. ❝I’m still uncertain as to where the wind will blow, but I can guess how it might.❞ When the bet had initially been brought forth and he was dragged into it, he had thought that perhaps this was just due to boredom. Those who didn’t pick up contracts frequently were often the kind who would come up with amusing ways to move the time along when not patrolling or training, so he had assumed this was what it was. However, observing the two leaders more and more made it not so much a farfetched thing – this made even more so when he noticed slight differences between when the two were around one another, and when they weren’t.

     Of course, considering Jiyan was an honest man, any form of compliment or praise from him could easily be misconstrued by those who whose hearts might flutter hearing him speak. Thus, it would have been easy to misunderstand him whenever Calcharo was brought forward…if his fondness wasn’t so obvious. There was a distinct difference between how he spoke to others, spoke of others, and how he spoke of the Ghost Hound leader. This was the same for Calcharo as well. His gestures could be subtle, yet anyone who knew him for a long period of time, most definitely noticed things he probably didn’t even realize. Jianyu knew this because he had been watching. Fingers brushed through the Dreadmane’s fur beside him, an idle gesture more or less as he looked away once again. ❝Though this is done all in good fun, I do hope that things work out for both in the end.❞

[gallowking]

caemthe replied to your post: “The five second rule doesn’t exist.” Keep fooling...

deirdre vc: “but hunger does, but go off i guess?”

“Servants don’t get hungry, but if you really MUST eat, then at least settle for something that isn’t covered in germs.”