#CACE ask

[cna-enterprise]

Does Pomni stab things on the end of his claws to pick them up? Like grapes or berries?

Trying to post this crashed my tumblr btw

[moraymoth]

Okay, so, for our commentary cast we have: Cross, Nightmare and Error. Their names are Cace Levi (Cross), Issac Soar (Nightmare) and Ezra Philip(Error).

Ezras a Canadian commentary youtuber, Issacs a British commentary youtuber and Cace is a silly irish commentary youtuber. They all have their own nicknames for their channels, the actual people listed under their names in the references is so you can get an idea how they act. Ezras is Ezraili Cace is just Cace Levi and Issacs is Issacstopics There is a murder trio one AND a stars one, which posts will come out soon! Cace can't take many things seriously and (like Kurtis Conner) makes balls jokes and such Ezra owns six wigs and does skits with them during his commentary and reaction. Issac is very energetic and 'loves his wife' (he doesn't have one :'(() and actually is very outgoing. I will be gladly taking asks if you have any about them!

[hymn-of-muse]

Missing Limb Mishap

an scp-035 oneshot.

tw for mentions of decay/corrosion, missing/losing a limb, psych evaluation etc

Log B-112, Patient B-48; Antoine Innez, Reported by Doctor Isabella Santell.

The patient was previously assigned the task of moving scp-035 to a new location alongside other employees, however on moving date [CLASSIFIED], an incident occurred causing Innez to lose his left hand.

While moving the mask, the substance it produces ate through Innez's suits' material and contaminated his hand, unfortunately this was caught late and his hand began to decay, turning black as it died and started becoming the same substance that contaminated him.

his co-worker [CLASSIFIED] took quick action once it was caught a few days before the next move and sautered off his hand just above the wrist with a laser cutter before the corruption could spread.

Innez has since been reassigned a new task with a seperate scp, far from scp-035 and has been regularly attending scheduled meetings with me and i have been monitoring him for any affects caused by this incident with scp-035.

I have been made aware that updates on the suit material for the move team has been updated and new suits have been issued as of last week. The most recent move was yesterday.

Recently i've noticed he started muttering and mumbling, it was just small things at first, i thought it might have been his nerves and getting used to losing his hand, but then it became questions.

He started asking about scp-035, why he no longer had access to it nor any information or records and why he'd been reassigned to something else.

Then the questions turned to arguing, bartering, pleading. Now during our last meeting today, he's begun raising his voice and outright demanding access, stating they belong together, that he isnt whole without scp-035. I made no mention of the move but his change in behavior suggests he was already aware, possibly because he was so used to the schedule while on the team himself.

it may take me a few more meetings to understand if this is simply a trauma response to losing a part of himself, or if this is a result from him being drawn to the mask and a direct effect of scp-035's possession process.

Either way, with Innez's growing aggression i can assertively conclude he is no longer fit for any task under the scp foundation. If he were to continue being an employee, the state he is in would only cause further issues'. he's already attempted to attack both myself and his coworker [CLASSIFIED].

If this is indeed the results of scp-035, i cannot help him any further. This is the 45'th cace brought on by the effects of scp-035, none of the patients from those cases have ever recovered psychologically without their memories being wiped and removed from the facility for good.

I suggest the same solution for Antoine Innez might be our only option if nothing more comes of our next couple meetings.

Log end. Doctor Isabella Santell signing off, current date; [CLASSIFIED]

i've recently got back into scp and thought about this lil story while doing a math quiz

i will absolutely write for more scp's going forward especially if you guys like this format of writing, just send in an scp you like or idea you have and i'll get it out when i can!

relogs are appreciated!

[freeeggbailiffcash]

Drawing is something precious to Kahar.

It’s his coping mechanism, a safe haven, but he’s never liked showing off his drawings, let alone drawing in front of someone else.

Sure sometimes he’d show Hakeem, but other than that there’s no one else.

(there’s a part of him that feels the gnawing weight of insecurity.

that anxiousness of fakhri might respond.

would he think it’s a useless skill kahar’s father did?

would he fake interest like beja?)

Fakhri wordlessly waits on the sideline as Kahar makes his usual sketch first–something Kahar is grateful for because he hates it when someone is hovering when he draws.

They’re both quiet again.

The silence doesn’t feel that heavy and Kahar feels himself get immersed in his moment of contemplation, adding the necessary details.

He almost forgets Fakhri’s presence when he starts humming the song he’s gotten stuck in his head.

“Kau memang lebih otak kanan, eh?”

“Kau percaya ke bende otak kanan otak kiri tu?”

Fakhri hummed, not really answering. Kahar bites his lips, faltering a bit but continues his art. Personally speaking, Kahar doesn’t really trust much on the right vs left myth.

He’s the son of Dato’ Abu Yamin.

Regardless of anything, he needs to prove his merit–arts and music are not worthy of any measure of success–not by his father’s standard.

And to believe that he has more affinity in arts just because he’s more prone to his right brain would be admitting he’ll never be good enough.

When he’s finished, he slowly puts it down. There’s still some hesitation–worry that Fakhri might look down on him, but he slides it towards him anyway.

Kahar drew an ink art of a raven, tangled in the embrace of a boa constrictor in mid air.

It might be morbid; but it’s all that he could envision and what he thought he could try in the limited time that they have with each other.

(in his mind, kahar is cursing himself in hundreds different ways imaginable.

hating himself for baring his twisted broken side.

hating himself for being weak in front of fakhri)

For a moment, Fakhri said nothing. His eyes traced every detail of the piece—the snake’s scales, the bird’s feathers, the way they were intertwined in an almost violent dance.

The silence was unbearable. Kahar felt the familiar gnawing weight of insecurity creeping in.

"Kalau kau rasa ni hodoh or dark sangat—"

“Hebat.”

Kahar froze.

“Lukisan kau... hebat,” Fakhri said again, his voice steady, almost reverent.

Kahar stared at him, waiting for some sarcasm or critique, but there was none. Fakhri’s expression was sincere, his eyes fixed on the drawing like it was something sacred.

“Bukan cantik?” Kahar asked hesitantly.

Fakhri snorted, “Aku dah puji hebat, kau nak mintak cantik pulak.”

A wry grin broke into Kahar’s face when he noticed how much lighter Fakhri seemed.

“Tapi memang cantik, kan?” Kahar goaded.

“haa amik, amik.. yee lukisan kau cantik nak mampos, Kahar.”

The tension between them shifted, the weight in the room dissipating into something lighter, almost teasing.

Kahar chuckled, leaning back as he watched Fakhri still staring at the sketch.

There was something reassuring about the way Fakhri’s fingers hovered near the edges of the paper, as if afraid touching it might ruin its integrity.

“Kau nak try lukis?”

“Kot aku lukis memang sekor jadi cacing kerawit, sekor lagi jadi burung lidi.”

Kahar is almost disappointed. He wanted this to be a shared activity. A give and take because the essence of their relationship was built on that.

Symbiosis.

Instead, Fakhri stands, pulling Kahar to his feet. He proceeds to teach him how to properly handle a knife in a fight

Admittedly, Kahar is surprised at first, and it’s not something he ever expected. But astonishingly enough, it feels intimate.

Maybe they’re both broken

How Fakhri’s hand slid over his wrist, adjusting his grip, his breath warm against Kahar’s ear.

Kahar’s heart thudded—too fast, too loud. Was it the adrenaline? The proximity? He couldn’t tell, but he wasn’t about to pull away.

[touchtone-mothman]

Fire, falling, and number 13 for asks

Fire: Would your muse rather be very cold, or very hot?

“Very Cold- worst case i can eat something warm and bundle up under the covers for forever, I can’t exactly remove skin.”

Falling: What does your muse think about falling in love or commitment? 

“I- Well, I’m pretty positive about falling in love, ahah- but… Given what I’ve gotten myself into, I’m not sure I’m ready for commitment.”

Number 13: Does your muse believe any superstitions? 

“Well… yeah. most of the bad luck ones- I once broke my cover to stop a mirror from breaking- luckily there was only one person in the room when it happened, but I’m still really freaked out about it.”

“Oh! except for the black cat one- those are definitely not bad luck.”

[desitenya]

as someone who constantly gets asked "why are you so pissed off at me" a lot i can relate to kusuow resting bitch cace and feel sympathy for that lmfao

honestly same🤝

[sunlightbabe]

Imagine watching Vic film the killing Damiano scenes in the video (you'd already filmed your makeout scene with her) and when the video's done, she comes over to you to see what you think but she's still covered in blood and you're triggered by blood (fake or not) so she makes sure that Leo stays with you and that you have plenty of water before she goes and scrubs herself completely off the blood before coming back to you and pressing kisses all over your cace and apologising bc she got so caught up in filming that she forgot about your blood fear but you don't need her to apologise bc you already feel better now she's there with you and blood free imao💘 (inspired by the new pics of Vic she just posted and my real ickyness about blood imao)

no but i love this!!!!

like you love to support your girlfriend, and she loves that genuinely love and support everything that she does, but going into this shoot she makes sure to give you all the details- that it's going to be intense and there's going to be a lot of fake blood involved and that yes, she wants you there, of course she does, but she understands if you don't want to be there

but you insist and so victoria makes sure to take all necessary precautions. either herself or leo is by your side the whole time, just in case, and she makes sure to warn you before they start applying the fake blood in different scenes. then of course is her scene, and she loves it, she loves the acting and the fake killing damiano-

but god, she's so worried about you. so as soon as she's done, she rushes to get clean and check up on you- because she got carried away in her fun!! and it was cool to see her like that, losing herself in her work, even if the sight of the fake blood make you feel a little queasy.

and she's super apologetic. she kisses all over your face and holds you close and is saying sorry over and over and over again- but it's okay. because she's here, blood free, and you know she cares about you and your comfort and really, you're touched by all of this

... but you ask if you both can move somewhere else, because the fake blood smells sickly sweet and there's so much of it on set still and victoria grabs your hands and eagerly pulls you outside so you can get fresh air and she can continue to cover you in little pecks and smooches <3

[cna-enterprise]

Quick question: Theres plans to make a Game of this AU at some Point?

There used to be! (I’m answering this one because I’ve been pondering for a bit lol) the au was supposed to be a story driven game at one point but it was too much work for only one person so it was completely scrapped, at first the game was supposed to have a much darker much I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream type gameplay with Pomni but for the sake of keeping things simple I just decided to not make it happen!

[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

Christmas 2020 Blurb + Fic Masterlist

Operation: Christmas Decorating

Shawn knows you enjoy Christmas. But there’s one tiny rule that makes Christmas start December 1st. But when opportunities present themselves...Reader Insert. No specific gender or sexuality. 

From Cace, Jae, and Calum

Cace and Calum meet at a Christmas and for being in their mid to late twenties that’s feels right. But things change when a baby gets involved and Calum just wants his best friend to enjoy her time, especially at the holidays. Female OC. Uncle Cal. Baby fluff. CW: Mentions of pregnancy. 

Christmas in New York

Calum’s got a crush on you. But he’s not sure how to ask you out. A little nudge from Michael is all he needs. Reader Insert (You/They/Them Pronouns)

Confessional Pool

You just got dumped right before Christmas and promised your family that you’d have a special someone to bring home for the holidays. Michael steps in because that’s what best friends doo, right? Reader Insert (You/They/Them Pronouns

Christmas Proposal 

Harry’s plan for a Christmas proposal get a little sidetracked with more news from the universe. Reader Insert. CW: Mentions of pregnancy. 

Ski Resort Confessions

Calum knows you’ve been having a rough time but the rest of the guys know both of you feel for each other. Reader Insert. CW: Mentions of death/death of loved ones

Re:Memory

Calum and you broke up a few months ago only to be reunited at the univere most will designed reminder of how much you and Calum enjoy Christmas. Angst. Reader Insert. 

Decoration Wars

Calum and you have been neighbors for a few years now and as a joke started decoration wars. Everyone’s sure it means more. But sometimes it’s just fun. Fluff. Reader Insert. 

Changes

Luke ducks in late to your brother’s New Year’s Party. And he thinks it’s only going to be chill until your S.O. decides to show ass and changes are made. Reader Insert. CW: Degoratory insults are used. Cheating mentions.

[dulcetscen]

:D omgg yayy the ask box is open!!! Your writing is so amazing I always love reading what you write!! May I request a scenario for Seiya (Tsurune) where he and his s/o (gender neutral pls) are having a study date that turns into a make out and cuddle session pls? Thank you so much!!!

Thank you!! Aww, that makes me so happy to hear that. Your requests are honestly the cutest, so I’m always happy to write them. 💕

This is my first time writing for Seiya, so I hope it’s okay! Thank you for requesting. Added a read more cut for length.

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This had been going on for what felt to be hours.

It was a wonder how you didn’t lose your mind, but you were willing to bet that you were incredibly close to doing exactly that. So, so close. So close in fact that you began to reason that you had to take things into your own hands, once and for all.

Glancing up from the textbook that you pretended to be invested in, you looked across the table at Seiya who, of course, remained wholly invested in what he was studying, breaking away from his textbook only to write notes in the journal he had beside him.

You rested your elbows onto the coffee table where your things were spread out on, placing your head in your hands as you let out a quiet sigh.

“Is everything okay, [y/n]?” Seiya didn’t even bother to glance up from his textbook, but he’d always had the ability to multitask, especially when it came to paying attention to you.

“I don’t think I can read another word, Seiya.”

Your plan to persuade him went out the window unneeded as he gently closed his textbook shut. He smiled up at you, pushing the books and journals over to one side of the coffee table.

“We have been studying for a while, huh?”

He waited for you to nod in response to him before nodding his head towards his bed, inviting you to join him before making his way over there.

You happily obliged, all but clamoring towards his bed before climbing in with him, positioning yourself against him with your head right at his chest. It took a few more moments to settle in, but finally the two of you were in a premium cuddling position, silent but enjoying the other’s company.

It’s not the first time you’ve cuddle with Seiya, and yet you couldn’t help but feel the slight raise in your heartbeat as you cuddled further against him.

“We really needed this break, huh?” Seiya removed his glasses and stretched to place it on the table beside his bed.

Tilting your head up, you smiled at him when he glanced down at you. You hummed in agreement, giddy when you realized that his eyes were farting from you lips to your eyes and back.

Feeling a bit emboldened, you stretched towards him, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“You can kiss me if you want to, y’know.”

Seiya’s face bloomed in a light blush, and a few moments passed before he took you up on your offer.

The kiss was soft, ghostlike and gentle. He was always so careful when doing things, and kissing you was one of them. He did his best to read the situation, moving his lips against yours in a smooth, languid way a tilt of a smile pressing against your lips as you moved your hands to mess in his hair.

Almost like a whirlwind, Seiya soon found himself exploring your mouth with his tongue, and you doing the same with his. You shifted yourself to where you were almost on top of him, your torso laying almost completely on his.

A few moments that felt like hours later, you finally pulled apart, flustered and a little breathless but overwhelming happy and satisfied.

You pressed your forehead against Seiya’s, nuzzling your nose against his as his hands found their place around your waist.

“Let’s just stay like this for a while,” You suggested, settling yourself against his chest again.

His hand running up the length of your back, he surprisingly agreed. “Good idea.”

[likeniobe]

Ȝet quyl Al-hal-day with Arþer he lenges; And he made a fare on þat fest for þe frekez sake, With much reuel and ryche of þe Rounde Table. Knyȝtez ful cortays and comlych ladies Al for luf of þat lede in longynge þay were, Bot neuer þe lece ne þe later þay neuened bot merþe: Mony ioylez for þat ientyle iapez þer maden. For aftter mete with mournyng he melez to his eme, And spekez of his passage, and pertly he sayde, 'Now, lege lorde of my lyf, leue I yow ask; Ȝe knowe þe cost of þis cace, kepe I no more To telle yow tenez þerof neuer bot trifel; Bot I am boun to þe bur barely to-morne To sech þe gome of þe grene, as God wyl me wysse.' Þenne þe best of þe burȝ boȝed togeder, Aywan, and Errik, and oþer ful mony, Sir Doddinaual de Sauage, þe duk of Clarence, Launcelot, and Lyonel, and Lucan þe gode, Sir Boos, and Sir Byduer, big men boþe, And mony oþer menskful, with Mador de la Port. Alle þis compayny of court com þe kyng nerre For to counseyl þe knyȝt, with care at her hert. Þere watz much derue doel driuen in þe sale Þat so worthé as Wawan schulde wende on þat ernde, To dryȝe a delful dynt, and dele no more wyth bronde. Þe knyȝt mad ay god chere, And sayde, 'Quat schuld I wonde? Of destinés derf and dere What may mon do bot fonde?'

on november first in sir gawain and the green knight

[usaachann]

You can, uh, skip over this.

I’m just... ranting. Idk.

I feel like it’s harder for me to present as nonbinary. Like, I’m stuck between something? I don’t know. I don’t like female, and I don’t entirely fit in male. I sit in between, or just.. neither. My gender is ????. Yeah.

But recently, it’s been harder and harder to come out and more exhausting to explain and constantly have to correct and correct and correct and correct people constantly. I’m not female, and I’ve asked many to stop referring to me as such and it’s gotten so bad I’ve given up trying to correct them.

I get weird looks when i wear dresses or dress femme at all because “hurr durr ur not a female” kind of stuff, and I get the same when I dress masc (i.e in tuxes or some shit). It’s heartbreaking. It hurts. It’s fucking up my mental health not understanding my own gender identity. 

Even if it is “just a phase”, let me explore it. Most of y’all missed the weird Cace phase I had when I was playing around with genderfluidity, and be glad for that. That was a mess and a half. Doesn’t help I was forced into the female box because of my current partner/friend group at the time. 

I guess in these times it’s “safer” to appear female because I am AFAB. I’m not safe either way, though. I’m loud and out there with my experiences, my past, and my traumas. 

I just want to be happy in my own skin. It’s getting hard to do that because I just don’t know what to do anymore and I feel helpless. I feel like that confused kid, the one who wasn’t sure about whether to live or to end themselves because I just don’t know what to do. I wasn’t normal, I didn’t just like boys. I’m still not normal. I don’t know my own gender, I can’t be comfortable with my own skin, I feel more and more grossed out by myself and I still don’t just like boys.

I’ll probably just delete this later or move it to the proper blog. I don’t know. 

[touchtone-mothman]

Nice lava lamp. Where'd you get one that big, anyway?

“The weirdest flea market I’ve ever been to. Normal has one like every two months and the people from the Conservatory always bring the weird shit they’ve made- I’m fairly certain my lava lamp is radioactive but at this point I don’t much care. It’s pretty and that’s what matters.”

[approximately12lbs-of-ducks]

Cace, I need you to be vulnerable with me.” she said with mild exasperation. “Just like everyone else.” Muttered Cace under his breath. “Pardon?” “Nothing.” Cace mumbled. “Cace, for this to work, I need you to be honest.” She said. “Yeah, exactly, just like everyone else!” Cace spat, rage building up inside him. “All you want is for me to keep on giving you stuff and you leave me nothing for myself!” She took him in. “And how does that make you feel?” “I…” Cace blinked. “Mad. Really mad.” “And what do you do with that anger?” “Um.” Cace looked down, already starting to regret blowing up. “Let it pass, I guess.” “Does that fix the problem?” She asked gently. “No.” Cace said quietly. She smiled. “I’m glad you told me, so now we can work on solving the problem. Thank you for trusting me.” Cace nodded. “So you tend to become upset when people have, unwittingly-“ “Unwittingly?” “Unknowingly ‘taken stuff’ from you, right?” “Yeah,” said Cace uncertainly. “But you didn’t tell them you were upset. Why do you think that might be?” Cace shifted. “I dunno. I guess I maybe didn’t want to cause problems?” “Mm.” She thought for a moment. “Cace, what would Darian do when you disagreed with him?” Cace looked at her blankly. “Would you like me to rephrase?” “Yes please.” “When Darian would do something you didn’t want him to do, what would you do about it?” “Nothing.” Cace said, as if it was obvious. “Why?” “Cause he would, well, I guess, I mean, I dunno. Probably either just tell me to be quiet or buzz me.” Cace said. “I see.” She said. “So could it be that you don’t want to tell people when they’re doing something you don’t like because you’re afraid of getting hurt?” Cace blinked. “Whoa.” He thought about it for a minute. “I mean, yeah, I guess.” She examined him gently. “Cace,” she said, “you know you can tell me if you don’t want to talk about something, right?” He looked at her as if she has suggested the bed could walk. “But you’re job is literally to talk to me.” She smiled. “Part of it is, yes. But you’re learning how to set boundaries for yourself, and those boundaries need to be respected.” Cace shifted. “I guess.” “You are just as important and deserve as much respect as anyone else. We haven’t really been able to show you that yet, unfortunately, and we’ll work on that. But you deserve to have yourself.” Cace looked up, opened his mouth, closed it, opened and closed it again before looking off to the side. “Thanks.” He finally said huskily. She smiled. “I’ll leave you alone now, okay.” Cace nodded that he heard, and she pretended now to hear him wipe his eyes as she left.

[usererrornotfound]

This morning, si ketek cacing pede banget, vc aku sengajaa banget pas jam set9. Bukannya mandi, siap siap malah bilang dia males berangkat, karna matkulnya matematika teknik. And he ended up bolos apa TA gatau juga aku, and continued to talk with me instead. Kesel. he said "semangatin donggg" since 2 days ago, and yesterday he said that line again. aleman, dikiiit 😊. Gapapa deng kalo ke aku doang hehhehehe. (pengenmuntah) Semangaaat yaa cing, jangan males malesan, jangan tidur abis subuh kalo ada kelas pagi, jangan TA banyak banyak, yang teliti ngerjain tugasnya biar ga revisi, nanti kalo bosen boleh main, apa nugas bareng aja? Boleh kayaknya wkwk. yang baik baik sama asdos biar cepet di acc kalo dapet tugas xixixi. Jangan telat makan, awas kebanyakan kopi, kalo capek tu ya istirahat, and one thing i really ask from you is, mau kemana pun, hati hati, gausah buru buru, kay? 🐉

[cna-enterprise]

In your AU we didn't get Kinger and Zooble's character cards, so can we get some? And please a few facts about everyone if it wouldn't be too much.

Kinger and Zooble character cards will eventually come along with some remakes of older cards as some designs have been revisited and changed to fit my style a little bit more!!

I can def give some random facts that have been gathering dust on my docs lol;

Pomni has a tongue piercing that almost nobody knows she has, in canon au she’s also partially non-verbal, preferring to use actions to explain herself.

> also her damaged eye does affect her vision greatly which just makes her “natural” talent with fire arms even more shocking.

When it comes to Ragatha I’ve seen a lot of ppl thinking that all of the characters work under Caine which it’s not the case, Ragatha works under Kinger and Queenie who own The Toys Palace cabaret (which is the place u see in the first animatic lol), a place where most of the workers have a theme of being half artificial or toy related with in universe is slightly taboo but also the establishment has been up and running for a while so nobody sees the need to change the rules. Ragatha is one of the main performers in the establishment and also the most recognized due to her beauty and incredible smooth voice.

Inside the establishment is also Zooble who has been working as a bartender since the ages of 18 under Kinger’s wing.

Gangle and Jax work alongside Pomni as Caine’s direct underlings lol. Their relationship is incredibly rocky as when they met Jax messed around with some deeply personal stuff for Gangle which left her with an extreme disdain of him, even going to the point of giving him incorrect locations or overall info on certain missions Caine provides for the teams with Gangle having a Knick for machinery and technology she spends most of her time fiddling with her prototypes that help express her creative liberty and stuff like that.