#caerulcum

[liishang]

@caerulcum​ + plotted.

“I–– I told you––! I told you not to and you went and did it anyway!” The concern was bleeding into Li Shang’s voice as he lowered Blue to the medical mat in the tent they had on their base. Without thought he presses his palm to Blue’s forehead, a subtle sign for the man to stay laying down. He stands quickly and grabs a towel. There’s a fresh bowl of hot water, but no medic on sight. It was late. Night watch was given to Blue as a punishment for his behaviour earlier today, and now it seems things escalated quickly. 

It was a small group of bandits, nothing more, but they had been armed. Shang had told Blue to stand down, but it didn’t go very well. 

He comes back and is quick to kneel beside Blue, his hands already ringing the cloth free of excess water as he brings the cloth to a wound on Blue’s chest. He cleans the excess blood with more care than one might expect from the General. 

“What were you thinking?!”

[ciniis]

HISTORY IS WRITTEN BY THE VICTORS. 

brothers. demons. dragons. fallen.

@caerulcum // @ciniis

[cordiibus]

@caerulcum​

Neither one of them had noticed the fucking mistletoe, judging by the way both men looked up when it had been mentioned. Why the hell were they there? Well that was a mystery, but regardless when Blue looked back to a very scowly Ozemir, he couldn’t help but grin a broad, goofy looking grin. Costume parties were always fun... Blue didn’t have to do any work and he was the talk of the party! It was great. So Ozemir, the lucky fucker, got to see the full brunt of Blue’s grin, eyes shimmering with playfulness.

“If you wanted to kiss me, why didn’t you just say so, short stack?” leaning back against the door jam, however, Blue didn’t make a move to go ahead and kiss the other just yet. “Well? If you want one, come and take it.”

ozemir didn’t even dress up for the party. go figure that blue wouldn’t have either. suppose he didn’t really need a costume when everyone thinks his face is just makeup. he couldn’t help but snort and scoff every time someone asks about it ... why was he even standing next to him anyways ... parties are just stupid. to prove his point was the stupid mistletoe hanging above them. obviously, his scowl deepened. 

“ fucking -- ” short stack. he was gonna break his fucking shins. will his veins were definitely popping out, they seemed to calm at the next words. come and take it. and he was leaning back ... fucking. ozemir sucked on his teeth, side eyeing the other for a moment. a single step, he moved to stand in front of blue. a hand pressed against his chest and pushed him further against the door. coming closer to have their faces barely touching. eyes locked on his. he was always so fucking cocky. it annoyed the hell out of ozemir, enough so .. he wanted to tease him. 

“ what’s the fun of just taking ..” he spoke, low just for blue. barely coming closer, letting his mouth briefly touch blue’s. “ when the chase is even better.. ” ozemir grinned, a full grin with sharp canines poking through. “ or do you want it that badly..” this was definitely harder than it looked. as much as ozemir was unsure about his own actions, he wanted to try to make blue eat that cocky grin of theirs. 

[slwdancing]

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“Ooo, revenge? What did you do to make them do that?” She hops up from where she had been sitting, quickly moving a little closer to inspect all the scars. Nyoko clearly doesn’t realize that he’s uncomfortable with her seeing his body, but she’s curious to know what exactly had been done to get such beautiful scarring. Yes, she thinks it’s beautiful, anything different in the world Nyoko always seemed to gravitate towards. 

[pararennial-archived]

        She’s glad she walked away, finding moment’s respite in drinking in the sight of greenery. Slow, even breaths slip through her mouth, steaming in the cold air. Roxanne gives herself a chance to listen to the voices of the wild before turning on her heel to find Blue, who followed her after she took off so abruptly, head heavy with the weight of a thousand thoughts. Cobalt eyes meet those nearly of the same shade if not brighter, and she winces. He didn’t deserve that, the cold departure and the equally cold shoulder. The cold shoulder wasn’t intentional, more like a byproduct of old habits ⏤ dressing the wound before anybody gets to see the damage. Yes, she needed to get away, but it shouldn’t have been at the expense of her friend. 

         ❝Hey, sorry that I’ve been so fucking weird. There’s no excuse for that.❞ 

@caerulcum                    

[glmchica]

     @caerulcum​.

              she  finished  changing  into  her  pajamas:  which  tends  to  be  one  of  his  shirts  and  boxers  and  she  finds  herself  looking  for  blue.  once  she  found  him,  charlie  approaches  carefully  before  sitting  on  his  lap  and  resting  her  cheek  on  his  shoulder.  "  i  .  .  am  tired.  "

[delusionland]

HEY HANS how's it feel to get WASTED by a red head :D

“I’ve never understood that line of questioning.” Hans rolls his eyes. “Yes, I love being beaten up by women much smaller than me with mean right hook, who I previously thought I might be able to share the rest of my life with, because I got slightly overzealous when shown a world of royalty & magic far beyond human reasoning or understanding.”

“It was great. It was fantastic. It was the best thing that ever happened to me. Please, good sir, show me the error of my ways and punch me in the face again, just like she did.”

“Is that what you want me to say?”

[templarvow]

❝ how have you not died? ❞   his voice betrays a rare bit of annoyance. not something he commonly feels, nor expresses. most of the time, any nuisance he has is quickly dealt with and buried. but this kid...christ, he’s sure people have tried and failed to do the same to him before.          /          @caerulcum​ !

[collieredwing]

@caerulcum

A speck of crimson against the cloudy gray, Collie spiraled down, down towards the crumbling ruins of an abandoned cement plant tucked into the hills just on the outskirts of the city. He had been avoiding coming around for about two weeks, although not at all because he disliked the person he met here; on the contrary, he felt that he and Blue had been good company for each other so far. He was a weird guy, sure, and didn’t really talk about himself all that much, but Collie was about the same on both counts. Ever the curiosity killed the cat type, he was terribly interested in finding out why the other man chose to wear a mask. It couldn’t just be the vigilante stuff; it was just the two of them out here.

No, it was because Collie had gotten himself into another scrap and he didn’t like anyone, especially those that he tentatively considered friends, to see him hurt or vulnerable. Sure, he was at the tail end of his fall molt and could explain away the handful of secondary feathers that had been yanked out of one wing as having fallen out naturally and long sleeved clothing covered most of the bruises, but his split lip had only recently healed and there was still the greenish yellow discoloration of a healing black eye on one side of his face.

He had gone back and forth with himself for an embarrassingly large portion of the morning over whether he ought to drop by and see if Blue was around today, and eventually reasoned that if it was Blue that had gone missing for a few weeks then he would be the one that was worried.

So here he was, swooping down to clumsily alight on the top of one of the tall, weathered concrete walls, red wings still spread and waving for a few moments after his landing to help keep his balance. Collie was quiet for a while as he carefully picked his way across the top of the wall, idly looking around for any sign of someone else as well as checking to see if there was any new graffiti, and then hunkered down on the balls of his feet with his wings drooped low down around his shoulders against the cold. Pursing his lips, he let out a piercing whistle; if Blue was here and hadn’t seen him gliding down, now he would be able to hear him.

[liishang]

" yes, these last few years have been a living hell, but... i'd live them a thousand times over if it meant you being safe and happy. " (blue)

He hated to admit that he missed Blue’s loud-mouth antics in training the last few days. That wound on his side certainly was taking awhile to heal... True it had only been a few days, but given Blue’s resilience and his threshold for pain he assumed it would go by quicker than this. Having stopped by the other’s tent on his way back from the dinning tent, Shang personally delivered Blue something to eat. Talking about life, Shang finally knew Blue’s secret and was doing his best to keep it quiet.

But Shang is taken aback by the words. He’s thankful he’d swallowed his bite before Blue had said that. he might have choked. 

“What––” He clears his throat, looking to Blue with an expression that’s somewhere between confused and flustered. “What did you say?” His cheeks burn a hot red, and he’s already thinking of a way to blame it on the food. 

@caerulcum // buncha simps.

[ciniis]

@caerulcum​ + didn’t even like my starter call like wow what a bitch right? should I break up with them? is this a one sided relationship? idk but this isn’t fair and i’m filing for divorce. 

"Want to loose your tongue?” Ash turns on his heels, his stance his large, wide, and hunched over like he’s some deranged animal. His eyes glow, his voice tremors, and everyone on the street freezes to watch this large, wild man, loose his shit. 

He flicks his wrist, drawing a switch blade from his belt and flipping it around. He holds it in his hand, grip tight. 

“Keep talking.” He makes no hesitation to start taking steps closer to the man who had bumped into him and his brother –– called them some pathetic insult that on a normal day wouldn’t do so much as earn an eye twitch from Ash. But today? Today he was ready for murder.

[cordiibus]

( @caerulcum​​ ) lyric starter based on this song.

“ save yourself, from the choices I make cause nothing but failure follows me.”  ozemir was doing a lot of running away, wasn’t he ? when something got too personal, too close, he always found something wrong with it, wrong with himself. 

[slwdancing]

@caerulcum​  hit the heart.

“Don’t give me that look! It wasn’t my fault.”

[pararennial-archived]

💞 🥺👉👈

you wanna hear the softest thing from me?

Jessie ~ !!!

I wanna say a lot of nice things but they will go beyond the word count I had for my final thesis paper lol. I just love the fucking chaotic, dichotomous work of art that is Blue. You tap into the emotional aspects so well, and take into consideration of his trauma in a way that is not poorly construed. Yeah, he radiates single-brain-cell dumbass energy, but he’s more than that and far more complex, too!

Also, I know this meme requests that I write one (1) nice thing, but I love your other characters, too. Especially with the depth you gone into their backstories and characterization, like well fucking done!

@caerulcum

[glmchica]

          SHE SENSES HER BLUE !!!

[liishang-moved]

@caerulcum​ + liked.

There’s a huff that comes from the captains chest as he approaches the new recruit’s tent. The other was so tall his feet stuck out of the opening. Rolling his eyes, Shang kicks the other’s foot with his toe. 

“Get up! You’re late, solider.”