#caedis speaks

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A comedy in two parts

It continues

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Starting a silly little picrew/uquiz chain to banish the monday scarries

this picrew by nellseto is one of the most comprehensive I have seen! make yourself + do this heartbreaking uquiz and post a screen cap your results! + some act of love you've done today + tag some ppl

Look at me! I own this exact outfit!!! AND A MOUSE!!!! also, this description, oooohh, she hurts.

My Act(s) of Love

stayed extra long with the kitten this morning and told a freshmen how she likes to be picked up

refilled the coffee bar at work and ran errands

sent my own notes out to my whole class before the test

no pressure tags! @kneelingshadowsalome @sprout-fics @wordstome @blut-s @writeforfandoms and anyone else who wants to join in! please do not feel shy in jumping in, this is how we make friends on this site after all <3

cura ut veleas ~ Caedis

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I LOVE MY FRIENDS!!!!!

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I hate online dating. Can like. König just come and kidnap me already?

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Hello, Call me Caedis (she;her;hers)! Here is a way to navigate my tumblr page which is dedicated to (purely hobby) writing. Content is potentially 18+ so minors DNI. Hate will not be tolerated here. I do not take requests currently but please drop some asks if you'd like! You can also find me on AO3 @ Papaver_Decervicatus Cura ut Veleas❣️~ Caedis

Link to Headcanon Masterlist

Link to extended Master list Post

AO3 Link

Pt. 1, Cat | 1.3k words | König POV

Pt. 2, Mus Rusticus | 4.1k words | Mouse POV

Pt. 3, The Cat Returns | 5k words | König POV

Pt. 4 Mus Urbanus | 4.2k words | Mouse POV

Pt. 5, Royally Caught | 4.4k words | König POV

Part. 6 Mouse Trapped | 5.1K words | Mouse POV

Link to extended Fic Rec Post

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MOOOOM, HES DOING IT AGAIN!

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Will you write a backstory for Nikto? I can’t wait to hear your thoughts on that big evil sexy deranged Russian man. He just needs a kiss 😚

OOOOHHHH Nikto... Here is a complicated little bacterium of a man to me... So, I do adore him, I want that to be perfectly clear, specifically, @cerosin-bis (I hope you don't mind the at!) version of Nikto is canon to me, full stop. I'll also admit, I am terribly unfamiliar with Russia and the Russian Army in general so that would certainly be an issue... Another issue is, to me, Nikto's backstory does not necessarily matter to him as a character? I love him so much because he embodies one of my favorite tropes, if not the favorite, in fiction of 'came back wrong.' Nikto didn't die per se, but who he used to be did. Whoever Nikto was, with a name, with a mother and father, with friends, with likes and dislikes, was taken apart molecule by molecule and reassembled into something completely new. Not even a somebody anymore, literally a Nikto, a 'nobody.' I don't know if I could do a character like that justice, because his backstory has no bearing on his current story (unlike other characters in the same trope like Orianna Reveck from League of Legends who is an effigy of grief and spends her 'life' trying to fit back into society, or Brook from One Piece who's life goal is to fulfill dreams of long dead comrades while remembering his own agency and happiness.) This is an interesting concept, one I had not thought to explore, but I may now that you've pointed it out to me, Anon! And yes, he does need a kiss, but good luck trying to give him one...

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Teaser... + house keeping!

Wow, I am just besides myself with how amazingly receptive and welcoming everyone has been to my silly little König story. Reading in storage closets at work, affirming bass player fetishes, offering translation help, love of environmental descriptions (ah yes, ecphrasis, my love!) asks, comments, just generally such sweet things, it's been an absolute honor to read everything everyone has been saying here! I did want to briefly explain that since this is a side-blog, I will not respond to comments/tags directly because tumblr would make me do that with my main blog (which is related to people I know irl, and I love them but I do not want my roommate reading my COD smut...) but everything is read and deeply appreciated. Please feel free to send asks (messages are more difficult for me to answer in depth...) As for other house keeping, please please please have an age in bio, or some descriptor that you're of age in some way, also blank blogs are terribly suspicious, changing pfp and descriptions go a long long way! If you wish to be added to a taglist for Cat/Mouse/Den, please comment/reblog/etc this post so I can round everyone up! Anyways, a minuscule little treat for being such wonderful people :) Cura ut valeas~ Caedis

He’s a vision, he’s hard to miss on the horizon, he stands out like a mountain lion against his fellow men. He sways his hips wide, the trusty Glock Field knife he keeps on his belt shines like a beacon. It’s such an outrageously cocky move, to keep glinting metal on his person when she’s sure he’s supposed to be stealthy. He’s tall as a tree and broad as a train and always has some hood covering his face. He’s sniper candy, he’s so obviously right there it makes her dig blunt nails into her arm in frustration. He’s hard to miss, should be her straight shot. 

But he never is. 

She never gets the barked orders, the confirmation. She’s asked a hundred times. When it’s in the forest, it’s less warfare and more stakeout. She’s not paid enough to know what she’s looking for, but she always sees him. And she’s always been told not to shoot. She stops asking at some point, but like everything else with this man, she doesn’t quite remember when. Her life is a blur of missions and off time and him and nothing else.

It’s been months since the ravine and she’s seen König just about everywhere she’s been. When SpecGru was gathering intel on KorTacs drug affiliations, she saw him in the haunted deserts of Sonora, Mexico where she lies in the dirt redder than blood and coyotes sing her to sleep. She gazes down at him atop crumbling 16th-century Byzantine marble when she picks off the guards of a weapons supplier in Belgrade, Serbia. In the ancient and verdant bamboo forest of Yibin, China, hunting down spy affiliations, she camps across a creek from him for a night. 

It’s a small world, but not quite small enough for her to believe just how they keep running into each other. No matter where she ends up, their eyes always meet. 

The eyes of the apparition with bloody tears on top of an executioner's hood always flick right towards her, even when she’s under a ghillie or some camo or nothing particularly obtrusive at all. She’s even taken off her scope once or twice to reduce glare, to see if the monster still turns her way then. To see if the cat is following a laser pointer she’s unwittingly putting out. 

He does.

He always finds her.

No matter what.