#ask caeso

[funky-choo-choo]

Must

Hug

Baby

Boi

Caseo

Plus

give

a

lollipop!

Cheer

UP!

Look at him! More happy! :D

[haveaclock]

hi (bio???)

figured I'd remake this,

Name: Cassandra, Caeso, Clock, ... you'll never guess my favorite letter

- I AM A MINOR. PLEASE, BE NORMAL?

- I'm just a girl... 😞

- I love pink it can have my life

-..yea. I do stuff, like everyone else here, ..unless you don't do stuff.

fandoms:

ATLA, Carmen SanDiego, Total Drama, The Owl House, Amphibia, Genshin Impact, Steven Universe, ...yea.

This blog primarily runs on a queue, as in I don't really use this blog and let the queue do all the work.. yea.

my current hyper fixation: Total Drama

this part doesn't really matter

hyper fixations of characters from the fandom list

ALTA - Zuko, Iroh, Azula, Toph, Sokka...can I name them all

Carmen SanDiego: El Topo, Le Chèvre, Crackle

Total Drama- Wayne, Raj, Bowie, Alejandro, Heather, Lindsay ,

Owl House- Luz & Vee

Amphibia- Marcy Wu

Genshin Impact- Heizou, Gaming, Zhongli, Neuvillette, Itto, Xiao, Childe (where's all the gals)

Steven Universe- Spinel, Connie, Garnet, Amethyst, Blue Diamond, hm...

other blogs:

@an-extrodinary-blog-for-el-topo (El Topo ask blog for funsies)

@and-from-the-river (For important things such as Palestine, Sudan, Ukraine)

until I can think of anything else,

Bye bye ❤️

[witchfall]

go on, let it fall [2]

[jullus pyr norbanus/Warrior of Light/Alphinaud Leveilleur] [~6000 words]

He cannot even explain such a thing to his worst enemy. Because she is not his worst enemy, is she? She did not do this. She was not here. And if she didn’t do it, then who is there left to scream at?

---

“How the fuck did you manage that, Norbanus?”

Caeso nods at the Warrior of Light, conversing quietly with the twins. Alphinaud shakes his head, starlight braid sweeping over his back, while Alisaie crosses her arms and lets her head fall back, eyes shut. They wear little silver accessories, matching. Their coats are even in the same shape. Do they prefer it that way? To be so…singular?

“What do you mean?” Jullus asks.

“What is she like?”

Jullus’s fists dig into his hips, hard. “Go talk to her if you care to know.”

Caeso rolls his brows — up then down, as if testing the concept of it and finding it hard to read the results. “I…don’t think she’d like that.”

Jullus has been trying very hard not to look in her direction, so instead he focuses on Caeso’s furrowed forehead, how his pale hair sticks to it with frozen sweat. He’s trying to engineer them a way out of this. Jullus is not sure one exists.

Caeso crosses his arms over his chest. “Why didn’t they just…”

“...kill me?”

Caeso watches Jullus. The past jolts forward into the present like brakes sparking on the tracks, and the fear is much the same — a panicked wondering at too close a call. Caeso asks a question in a low voice. “What does it mean that they didn’t?”

The hair on the back of Jullus’s neck rises and burns. He knows the…the girl is looking at him, and he cannot look back. “You needed better wiring, right?” Jullus asks.

“...Jullus.”

“No,” he says, fast, sharp, a sword swinging. “I’m not talking about it.”

“About what?”

Jullus shakes his head and walks away. He keeps his back to the Warrior of Light. I’m not afraid of you, he insists. He is but a cog in this great machine, one that clings to life with rusty screws and old ceruleum but clings nonetheless, and a cog doesn’t fear, nor does it have to understand. If he doesn’t look her in her wet eyes, maybe he will forget the thudding of his swollen heart.

[read on ao3]

[thetwstwildcard]

Lizz, do you do poly ships? Or are you open to them???

Ha, yeah I do ^^ I don't have many but I'm always open to them. If It's my ocs being with multiple of someone else's then I can see any oc fitting.

But if y'all want some ships that I have with my own ocs that can become poly with your ocs:

Students

Jasper x Jensen

Jasper x Catherine x Jensen

Jensen x Catherine

Aryan x Kiara

Idris x Nasira

Loxias x Galatea

Lyss x Syl

Dantalion x Lyss x Syl

Lyss x any of her summoned demons

Ephraim x Lovette

Lavi x Kiara

Nereus x Lorelei

Vasileios x Isidoros x Lorelei

Des x Amias

Ezra x Des

Des x Ezra x Amias

Isidoros x Caera

Averett x Cordelia

Caeso x Catherine

Adonis x Kyrie

Any Yuus in combination

Ren x Mae x Mizuiro

Sai x Veil

Faline x Edmund

Staff

Catrina x Sarafina

Sergio x Catrina

Lucien x Sergio

Lucien x Elysia

Elysia x Valdis

Lorcan x Valdis

Aegeus x Catrina

Lorcan x Elysia x Valdis

Eztli x Rontia

Feel free to ask about any of the dynamics or I can do a different post trying to sum them all up 🧡

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

800 Follower Giveaway ✤ @hughstheforcelou

Jaime Caeso & Selena McCall (mine)

Forever Tag List: @themildestofwriters​ @gottaenjoythelittlethingzz​ @perhapspearl​ @seaweedhufflepuffocs​ @the-october-reviewer​ @foxesandmagic​ @perfectlystiles​ @tessasocs​ @anotherunreadblog​ @peacheydelanhoes​ @darkwolf76​ @randomfandomingwrites​ @ocfairygodmother​ @itsjustgracy​ @witchofinterest​ @neutralomens​ @ultraocfury​ @guardiansofheroes​ @malice1329​ @ochub​ @cas-writesocs​ @butcherofblackwater​ @eddysocs​ @ocappreciationtag​ @fiercefray​ @stareyedplanet​ @farfallasunicas​ @jewelswrites-ish​ @amixedwitch​ @raith-way​ @stanshollaand​ @decennia​ @thecaillic​ — want to be added? shoot me an ask

[ettawritesnstudies]

find the word tag

Thanks @spacetimewraithwrites. These are coming from Storge Draft 2!

haze

The street was littered with trash, and traces of the lingering magic the Atilan had used clung to the disheveled tents and marred buildings. It wisped off into colored smoke, coating the plaza in a heavy grey haze. Luca and Grace picked their way along the road, joined by disgruntled shoppers as patrols let people back into the plaza. Lost items littered the ground, and Luca itched to pick them up too, but the steely glares and spears of the guards stayed his hand. They made it to the shop without incident, and the familiar murmur of people’s voices returned out of the earlier screams and silence.

favor

Keenan wondered if he should be writing this down, but decided he could remember it all well enough until he could pass off the information to his scribe. He ran over the list of details in his mind as they continued chattering about logistics and meetings of the elders that would take place tomorrow. So much to be done, and the sun would be rising within the hour. He tried not to slump against the wall. How hadn’t the others fallen asleep already, seated as they were? The ache in his legs kept him from growing too comfortable as he waited at parade rest. He made sure not to lock his knees so he wouldn’t just pass out where he stood.

Eventually, their conversation drew to an end and Lyss rose. “Thank you for your patience, Captain,” she said to him. “One more favor tonight, escort me to my rooms. I fear there might be more anarchists posed for a second attack.”

He responded with the standard reply, “Veils.”

“Spero.”

hunger

Grace reflexively kept clenching and unclenching her fists. The initial nausea that had hit her like a punch when she stopped the first wave of magic had nearly left and now, she hungered for more. She could have handled the second blast. She could have stopped it. She was strong enough to take it and she had hidden from the fight. She was a coward.

Her fist slammed into her leg as she took another step. No. The anarchists were cowards. They hid behind their masks. They hurt people who didn’t deserve it. Ooooooh, she just wished she had jumped over that wall with Luca. She would have shown them she was a force to be reckoned with. She ignored the pain of her newly bruised thigh and ran from her thoughts.

ridge

Enne used both hands now to work on the trinket Luca gave her. Upon closer inspection, she found it was made of metal wires with metal plates between them, connected to a long string of twine at the top that she wrapped around her hand to make sure she wouldn’t drop it. Her fingers could feel small ridges on the surface of the plates. Were they made of coins? No, they were too thin. They must be made of some flattened lantern sheet. She found she could slide them to the side and she stuck her fingers in the hole that was left. The inside of what she now realized was a little cage was empty, though it could hold something small, maybe the size of a peach pit. Was this.. a charm holder?

fail

“Commander Esil, did the mission succeed?”

“I’m sorry Samoth.”

“What-“ the word came out as a whisper, then louder he asked, “Did the mission succeed? Did you save our Master?”

“We have accomplished something great tonight!” The words came out a strangled sob and he plunged ahead with the story “The High Lord himself was the executioner. As soon as we attacked, he launched a counter attack with both magic and legion. I was unable to save our Master. May his soul find the honor he never could in this life.”

Conversation erupted around the camp. How could this be something great?

“We failed,” He murmured. “How many lost?”

“Decius. Gallio. Flavia,” Esil paused, “And High Lord Caeso.” 

Tagging @ashen-crest @andiwriteunderthemoon @stardustspiral if you want to participate! Your words are heal, stupid, hiss, and charm.

[waterloou]

I just wanted to say hello!! I just started following your blog when a few mutuals reblogged your giveaway and I love, love, love finding new OC blogs. Also I'm so stoked that you have Star Wars OCs! I really like Maeda Maru (mostly because I'm obsessed with Fennec and she is 100% a lesbian lmao). If you don't mind me asking, who are your top 3 favorite OCs of yours right now? I would love to add your blog to my creator masterlist on my OC blog @emcon-ocs!

Oh you are just darling!!!! Hello!!!!!

Feel free to gush to me about your own favorite ocs of yours!

Thank you!!!! I’m so glad someone else agrees that Fennec is a lesbian

Hmm, that’s tough, but my top 3 at the moment are (no particular order)

Jaime Caeso (teen wolf)

Lars Espinoza (Teen Wolf)

Annabelle Finnigan (Harry Potter)

And of course!!! I would be honored!!!

[residentofthedisc]

The Drowned Rook Extract - Caeso by ResidentoftheDisc/H.M

“Good afternoon, ladies. Can I be of assistance?”

Octavia turned and immediately her day became ten times better. “Caeso!”

Caeso Bell, a muscular young man with blue-black hair and an unusually Northern paleness to his features spread his arms wide. “Octavia, it’s been ages.”

Octavia leapt forwards, wrapping her arms around his waist, and hugging him tightly. “I know – and you look stunning!”

Caeso laughed a little sheepishly and patted her on the head. “Only since my beard came in properly. Have to force myself to trim it so I look respectable enough.”

“Since when have you cared about looking respectable?”

Clearing his throat meaningfully, Caeso let Octavia go and flung out an arm towards the brightly-painted building behind him. “Since I became the latest volunteer at The Gleeful Phoenix. Propriety is a bugger in the arse, but get too mouthy and the gold-leaf crowd might pull our funding.”

“You’re finished, then?” Octavia took his arm and they fell into step.

He grinned and patted his chest grandiosely. “Three months ago. I feel great.”

“Well, you look it. And that shirt matches your eyes, by the way.”

“Is this a social visit?” Caeso asked as he held open the door.

Octavia pulled an apologetic face. “Not really…”

Sighing deeply, Caeso dropped his chin to his chest, wrinkling the blue-grey shirt, and said in a singsong tone, “My friend is only my friend when I’m useful…”

“Hey!”

“I’m kidding. What’s happening, Tave? And, before you ask, no, I’m not giving you any patient records. Friendship doesn’t stretch that far.”

“Actually,” Octavia reached around him to open the door to the office with a brass-plate reading VOLUNTEER in both Embyrian and Suli, “I’d like to ask you some questions.”

“What about?”

“The Drowned Rook.”

“What?”

@queer-crusader @rebelqueen-immortalbadass @cogesque @fields-of-ink @radioactive-tiefling @dragonstoravens 

[fleecal]

Ep 3: I have a plan

Scoring Sheet and Family Tree

First off, I was talking to PJ about my the challenge, and I promised him three things

One of Anna and Michael's children will be an actor

Once Michael is an elder, we will woohoo him to death

After Michael's death, Anna will peruse Caleb Vatore and bring him in as a secondary spouse.

So look out for those plot points. Second, my goals for today are to have the wedding and acquire an orchid for the family. I don't know if that's against the rules but orchids are a really good way to make money so I am going to try and get one for the Zilvers. Anyway, let's go.

I loaded in and had Anna look for bunnies and collectables while Michael worked in the garden, planting some catnip he bought. I also noticed we had a bit of money so I replaced one of the side roofs with a real wall and expanded the house width-wise by one, making it now a tiny home as opposed to a micro home and finally bought a fridge. Maybe soon we'll add a second floor.

After some home improvements, I took Anna to the library again to work on her R&D skill, while Michael stayed home. After she was done, Anna went to the Bramblewoods to look for the new creature keeper and some berries and bunnies. We got some chocoberries, met the new creature keeper, Alondra Rebuschatis and saw a bunny we named Caeso.

Once we got home, Michael tended to the garden and made some food while Anna slept. Soon, it was time for Michael to work so he left. Once Anna woke up, she got some new earbuds, ate some food and went back to the Bramblewoods. We got some basil from Sophie the Snail then decided we like photography and took a selfie with her.

We also met a new bunny named Coralie. Anna got some Nightly Mushrooms then Cecilia Kang invited us over, but we were busy. While walking around the Bramblewoods, Geeta Rasoya called saying we were to inherit some money. Studious lawyer in training Anna asked, "Under what conditions?" and received $2,500 (I didn't see anything about this event in the rules so I picked the better option.)

With the sudden inheritance, we were able to plan our wedding. To celebrate the good fortune, Anna and Michael headed over to the Romance Festival in San Myshuno. Once they arrived, Michael looked at some plants. Unfortunately, nothing was in season. As a consolation, Michael bought a romance festival shirt. After that, Anna and Michael had some sakura tea together.

Afterwards, they were both hungry so they got some nigiri and pufferfish nigiri. (Anna had the puffer.) Neither was very good at chopsticks. But look at how Michael looks at Anna.

Once they finished their food they went home, only to find a strange man at their door. Wanting to be polite, Anna introduced herself while Michael planted some crops.

I also did some renovations.

Michael came in from the greenhouse but somehow the strange man got inside. I swear I locked the door. Michael asked him to leave.

The next day, Michael went to work and Anna worked on her aspiration. He travelled to the magic realm and practised magic there, learning Repario, thereby completing level one of her aspiration. We also bought sage and an ancient wood wand before going home.

I added a pond

The next day was the wedding day! First, Anna had work, so Michael was out and about in Henford. Finally, after work, it was wedding time. Michael and Anna both got crumplebottomed at his own wedding but all in all, it was a lovely affair.

That was going to be the end of the post but Derek McMillan died in the middle of the wedding.

So, uh, yeah. Gold Medal Wedding, 3 more medal points, Michael changed his surname to Zilver-Bell, they tried for a baby, end post. Heh.

[jinglyjangly]

Caeso has the animal friend perk, hes one of those people who go to a party but the first thing he asks is wheres your dog/cat

[funky-choo-choo]

some people think drayden is the uncle of ingo and emmet. if you also like this, what does drayden think of caeso?

We don't know exactly how Drayden feels about Caeso... But Ceaso fears him.

[transnamesuggestions]

Ahh sorry I meant I wanted to use a combo of three names put together, preferably out of the ones I picked. But each of the names being different origins. If it's names with multiple origins, it's ok if one origin is the same as long as the others aren't.

Ohhh okay. So funny because I almost asked to clarify what you were looking for but that’s okay! 

Adnan, Amit, Andre, Bhajan, Caeso, Cyril, Eldar, Erik, Gaius, Gani, Goran, Hari, Ivor, Jamal, Kai, Kamon, Kartik, Lars, Levon, Manu, Misho, Naqi, Neven, Oiva, Ove, Pavel, Raj, Sachin, Seti, Sten, Syon, Timur, Toma, Ulrich, Umar, Vahan, Vyan, Wen, Yash, Zayn

Here’s a few trio combos out of those: 

Lars Cyril Neven,

Erik Hari Zayn

Zayn Gaius Kai

Levon Caeso Seti

Levon Ove Kamon

Naqi Jamal Goran

Jamal Lars Ivor

Neven Amit Toma

Raj Cyril Erik

Ivor Lars Gaius

Sten Jamal Hari

[heroesoftherepublic-blog]

High Noon

Part II of III of "Lidia's Day" 

It was a poor excuse for a gymnasium, a square of breaks whose walls were covered in scrawling and curses and hid sweat, rags and a shameful collection of punching bags. She did not mind the poor conditions of the building; being in the periphery of the Urbe, it had the opportunity to grow into an impressive palaestra. Piles of rock and wooden beams supported temporary hallways that protected spectators from the elements and creating private training spaces. In this safe site, the youth and the less well-off could mingle and study, improving themselves in order to face the savagery of the world.

Rome might not be her house, but these were her hunting grounds.

Lidia pushed the gates of the gymnasium, approaching the center of the palaestra. Her golden hair was covered by the combined effort of a wig and a kerchief, her light exercise tunic revealing muscles that were normally kept very discreet, olive oil shining over her deceptively darker skin. Saluting the youths in the central halls, busy with their training or reading material, and waving at her fellow athletes, Lidia advanced forward. Happy, she rose her hands high and started clapping as she described a wide circle, kicking into the air a cloud of dust and dead leaves.

She had quickly ensnared the attention of those present.

“What day is today?”

“Bellum! Challenge! Challenge!” The younger members started to howl.

Lidia lowered a hand to her ear, as if she had been unable to properly listen.

“I do not hear anything. What day is today?”

“Challenge! Challenge! Bellum!”

Two servants appeared, carrying a board between them. They told Lidia that at the top it was written the name of Kleitomachos and she believed. Accepting a piece of chalk, she lifted the tablet towards the sky.

“What happened to Acastus?”

“Defeated!”

Lidia scratched a mark in the tablet.

“Myron of Siracusa? Kurodon the Cynic?”

“Defeated! Defeated!”

Another two marks.

“What about Kleitomachos?”

The public started to boo him, increasing in intensity as Lidia kept repeating the question.

“Where is the prodigy of Hellas? Where is the master of a hundred modalities?

A cascade of insults.

“Who is your champion?”

“Lidia! Lidia!”

“Who represents you?”

“Lidia! Lidia!”

“Who it is that Kleitomachos refuses to face, week after week?”

“Lidia! Lidia! LIDIA!”

The pugilist threw the tablet into the ground.

“It seems he fears more than just copulating dogs. Since the best that Greece has to offer is not willing to accept my invitation to a duel.” Lidia cracked her knuckles. “Is someone here willing to compete for my title?”

A fulminant confrontation followed up, a row of athletes challenging Lidia as spectators gambled and celebrated the simple pleasures of the sport. Sliding under the uppercut of a rare pugilist that was able to compete with her eye-to-eye, Lidia finished the encounter by describing a circular arc and putting of her momentum in her swinging fist. A new challenger approached, Lidia keeping working her feet game and never lowering her guard. Punches connected against his arms like waves against cliffs, defeat falling down with a single jab. The next one was quickly presented to the ground by an arm that bent and leaned in a dangerous hook. Soon excitement gave way to boredom, each new challenger failing in providing more than sweat and humiliation; nothing kills in the interest in bets than a string of victories.

As more and more spectators abandoned the palaestra, Lidia resigned herself and asked for the towel. Two pugilists replaced her at the center, the gasping woman drifting towards a corner to wax her cestus.

“Salve, Lidia.” She was greeted by a stubby and bald middle-aged man, their large torso covered in scars and muscled arms betraying the constitution and craft of a classic gladiator. “I see you continue to be just a stubborn. Look at these empty halls; if you want to put asses in seats, you must accept the advice that I can offer you.”

“This is no amphitheater and I am not a gladiator, Calpurnius.” Lidia smiled as she washed her brow. “What was good for you probably does not apply to me.”

“Fair.” Calpurnius admitted. “But is that hard for you to entertain the request of an old man with too much free time? Think that you are offering one last grace to someone half-past-dead with one feet in the Underworld.”

Smiled turned into laughter.

“The fight where Caeso Calpurnius will fall has still not been scheduled, you still have much fire inside of you.” Lidia pointed with her chin towards two empty places. “You are right, it takes no effort to lend my ear to a friend of the club.”

“For whom do you fight, Lidia?” Was the rethoric question enunciated by Calpurnius as he sat down. “It is a rare event for you to face an opponent that forces you to give it all, so surely you do not do it for respect for your opponent and in name of good sport. For the public? Then you are doing a miserable job, so distant and so concentrate in the fight that you do worry in selling your fight and sharing with the audience the impact of each blow.”

Lidia crossed her fingers, thoughtful. The gladiator’s words were not without worth, despise it not being immediately apparent what she could distill from this conversation.

“You know why I fight. I do it to feel strong and to communicate to the others my confidence in my skills. I do not want to be seen as something as low as a simpleton brute, however, radiating strength and competency is the best way to inspire the populace.”

Calpurnius chuckled.

“Ah! Clearly you have been spending too much time in the Palatinate, that sounds like talk from boring people thinking about their next step in the Race of Honours. Strength and competency are the most inspiring things… ridiculous! One day, you will lose. Might not be due to no fault of your own, you can give it all, but it is simple not your day. And then what? Do you to win every single match until you have your first and last defeat? You are good, but being good is not enough and there will be encounters that you cannot win no matter what or you are not willing to pay the price that victory demands. Everyone wins, everyone lose, even a child knows that. Why do you place so much emphasis in something that is irrelevant and subject to the whims of Fortuna? If you want to inspire the public, you need to focus in the way that you lead with success and failure.

Lidia forced a neutral smile as her mind turned to the battles she faced in which defeat or running away were not an option. Challenges she had failed outside of the palaestra.

“I suppose I do not think much about those factors when my life is not in the line.” She shared a genuine smile. “Or at least, not as much as you put yours. What am I doing so wrong that might inspire the wrong emotion?”

“You do not share the moment, as I told you before, you’re awful selling the action. You need to get the audience involved, make them feel your effort as their own, show vulnerability and hesitation. And if one day someone manages to plant a fist in your face, you must show how much you are struggling to keep fighting on, how much it hurts. Convincing them that yes, it is your worst moment but making your stance crystal clear, that you will not move one step back.

“This is pugilism, Calpurnius. Not to mention this is not even my main job, it is essentially a focus for my otium. Exercise, and when I finally allow myself to relax.” Lidia stretched herlself, lazily. “Release all the pent up frustration in a way that rewards me for doing so.”

The intense stare of the old gladiator made her twist her face in a grimace.

“Gods. You are really concerned about me. Is this because of the club? I pay my share and I will not renegade my responsibilities in the future.”

“You finally managed to secure your freedom, the last thing I want to see is your debts leading to you being under the mancipatio of someone.”

“You heard about that, hum?” Lídia murmured. “It could not be helped, I had to do so in order to protect someone else’s liberty.”

Cocky smile.

“You know what? I miss Adara. What do you say about us gathering the club for a feast, honoring and sharing some happiness with her? There is someone special that I have to introduce to you guys.”

Caeso Calpurnius gave her a friendly slap in the back, going on and on with jest and provocations mixed with repeated confirmations that he shared the same desire. Did not even notice that he had lost Lidia, the eyes of the woman scrutinizing the heavens.

Catching a glance of a black armor.

“I have to go.” Lidia removed Calpurnius’ hand, forcing her expression into one of confidence. “I did not forget your advice nor will I forget our plans.”

[funky-choo-choo]

I wonder what does Caeso think about goodra, a pure dragon type that is kind hearted.

"Amazing..."

[funky-choo-choo]

Hello Caeso!! What pokémon do you have on your team? also im rlly sorry for laughing at ur name but Caeso sounds like Queso which means Cheese

"For now I have Gothita and Solosis on my team... And my name sounds like Cheese?-"

[funky-choo-choo]

Can I give caeso a goomy? Please! 🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁

"Amazing... Thank you so much!"