#cosmikal

[bloodiedpetals]

@cosmikal ⛧︎ asked:  choke .   intimately  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . 🧍‍♂️ from mona

Lilith was accustomed to feelings of lust. Of course as the QUEEN OF SUCCUBI she inspired such a base emotion and she was not oblivious to the admiration she garnered. However, to find a mere mortal which could stir such a thing within her ( and so strongly at that ) was not something Lilith had accounted for. The very LAST PERSON she had expected was The Wanderer ; famed for her efforts to eliminate the demoness to spur such a thing.

To think that during their first meeting, the Daughter of Hatred wished to snuff the life out of Caemona. Extinguish the resistance which BURNED SO BRIGHTLY within the necromancer that the shine of that fire was practically visible in her eyes. However, Lilith was correct to have identified what a WASTE OF POTENTIAL killing The Wanderer would have been. Caemona inspired in the humans something which a demon such as herself could hardly fathom.

The admiration for the mortal grew until it spilled into... other aspects. Lilith was resistant to such a change for quite some time, as she was QUITE FAMILIAR with the risks which came along with opening one's heart. Though not even one as powerful as herself was sufficiently armored against the UNDENIABLE FONDNESS she possessed for Caemona. Her rare visits were quick to become MORE FREQUENT and inquiries strayed from the goal at hand until they had exhausted the last of Lilith's restraint.

Lilith stood beside the bed which Caemona was sat perched at the edge of, staring intently at the mortal's expression. Her hands which ended in such vicious talons cradled Caemona's face to better achieve this task. The ferocity of the appearance of her hands and monstrous nails were startlingly juxtaposed by how GENTLE the creator of sanctuary's touch was against Caemona's skin. What was it she was thinking ??? Thus far her affections seemed to have gone COMPLETELY UNNOTICED by the necromancer. This served to frustrate as well as greatly amuse Lilith, but she grew tired of the game sooner than she had expected and was now upon her quarry. Had there not even a small voice in Caemona's mind which realized how UNCHARACTERISTICALLY CAPTIVATED Lilith seemed to be ???

She hummed pensively as she attempted to decipher these questions she had. Ultimately decided it would be better suited to enjoy this moment, one which she had SO LONGED FOR. Her thumb gently brushed against the soft skin of Caemona's bottom lip, all too aware that too much pressure would EASILY break the skin there. " You mustn't be so surprised, Caemona, " she muttered as her hand moved to hold the mortal's chin, locking her gaze upwards at the demoness. Not that she HAD TO, her champion kept her stare right where Lilith wanted without any coercion. Perhaps she truly WAS as oblivious as she had let on in the past.

Lilith's hands both moved to easily wrap around the necromancer's neck and gave an affectionate but firm squeeze. " Surely you see how all are so VERY ENRAPTURED by you... by all you say... " she murmured and leaned ever closer to the mortal. By now Caemona would be able to even feel Lilith's hot breath against her face. " Could it be SO IMPRACTICAL for even I to fall victim to your charms ??? "

Yes, Lilith HAD fallen. So often was the demoness accustomed to wielding all of the power in any tryst she engaged in, most of them transactional AT BEST. However, Caemona represented what was most enthralling about humanity. The passion, the bravery, the determination. All a blend of the best qualities of angels and demons. All that which DESERVED to rule their own world and live happily. And the idealism which had a STUBBORN ROOT in her heart flourished in the presence of her champion. Her Caemona.

" Humility does become you, but it also BLINDS YOU to your power. " Lilith loosened her grip around the mortal's neck and flattened against her collarbone, softly moving down her bony chest. " You have much to give to our world, my love... " Lilith whispered before closing the distance and gently kissing Caemona's lips at last.

[paristexasmassacre]

blood, sender cleans blood off of receiver. / jhule for aurora

          “   you don’t have to…   “          aurora begins to argue,   but finds herself too exhausted from the fight that left her so…   bloody.     jhule was someone aurora had always at least somewhat struggled to trust.     the dark urges within the drow’s mind had always frightened aurora—not out of fear that jhule would hurt her,   but rather that those urges were something aurora had always feared for herself.     it was like watching someone live through one of her worst nightmares.     though if it was any comfort at all,   aurora certainly wasn’t seen nor treated as a threat by jhule,   and aurora had made sure to treat her the same.     it didn’t make it less harder,   though.          “   …thank you.   “

[005198]

cold, sender places their jacket over receiver's shoulders. / from ripley

          honeybee had known that the galaxy’s coldness was as boundless as its size.     though she never seemed to reconsider her choice of attire…   it’s safe to say she sort of regrets it now.     but suddenly,   there’s warmth gently pressed against her shivering shoulders   (—)   she looks to the side of her and finds ripley draping her coat across honeybee’s shoulders.     for a moment,   honeybee goes to object,   a hand reaching near the collar of the coat   (—)   until she feels the faint heat of the underlying fabric seep into her fingers.     the warmth is too good to give up…     and she figures ripley wouldn’t let her give it back,   anyway.          “   …thank you.   i mean,   you shouldn’t have,   it’s my fault anyway…     i’m a little too   ‘form over function’   for my own good.   “

[rosaeura]

♡ @cosmikal.

          “  i have to admit,  it’s nice to have another tiefling to travel with,  “    aurora and her merry band were an assortment,  that much could be said.  despite never having much of a connection with her heritage,  aurora always felt a small sting of disappointment when the occasional tiefling would pass them by.  she doesn’t expect karlach to be the expert on tiefling-isms  (especially considering her most recent circumstances),  but surely there’s a connection to be made?  a kind of kinship most unfamiliar to her?    “  i hope you’ve been faring well?  “

[selfpres]

@cosmikal asked: "You're not meant to look like that." / jane prentiss

a bitter laugh almost bubbles its way past his lips at the statement; he hisses a pained exhale out through his teeth instead. blood is seeping through his fingers where they're pressed against his side — low, luckily, so he's pretty sure nothing major got hit by the claws. he's just bleeding. the black knit fabric of hit shirt is wet and clinging uncomfortably to his skin around the fresh wound.

"because i shouldn't be injured at all?" pierre asks, not allowing himself to be particularly optimistic about the stranger's intent here. and the adrenaline's wearing off, making him more aware of the pain. bitterness clings to the back of his throat as he eyes them with wariness.

meant. he doesn't like the use of that word here. meant.

[johannesviii]

Could you talk more about the doctor who magic cards? Just, one or two you liked or thought were clever. I enjoyed the art and the cards I could easily understand buy your excited analysis has been great

River Song makes you draw cards from the bottom of your Library instead of the top - she's literally giving you informations and memories out of order. But every time an opponent tries to get these informations, she gets stronger, then she hurts them!

This is how it ends doesn't kill a creature (character), it just sends it into the library (often used to represent your memories in-game) - if a second creature doesn't follow that first one to join its fate, you're going to lose 5 life (it's going to hurt you pretty badly, considering you usually start with 20). If you don't let both of the Ponds go, it's gonna hurt like hell!

The Flood of Mars islandwalks (can't be blocked wherever water exists, basically), and turns other lands into islands (water) or other creatures into copies of itself by attacking.

The Night of the Doctor destroys all creatures (the ship crashes, killing everyone), then returns a legendary creature to the battlefield and adds a counter of your choice on it (so you basically resurrect a dead character, but they're not the person they used to be, they learned a new trick)...

And Heaven Sent investigates twice (so you're collecting clues to figure out what's going on, like Twelve is doing in the story), then deals the minimum damage anything can deal in Magic to an opponent (you punched the wall!), then starts all over again unless you managed to kill that opponent by basically dealing that 1 damage enough times to do so - if you did, you draw SEVEN cards (if you broke the wall after punching it endlessly, you gain invaluable knowledge)!

[lazytownpoint]

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[murdershaped]

@cosmikal | asked: ❛ let's do something about that mouth of yours. ❜

Orin's corpse glazed eyes widened as the memory of Alcina's lips, crimson with her lipstick as well as the blood of her victim, crashed against theirs. The copper tang of the blood had been DIVINE AS ALWAYS, but that heavenly taste was made SO MUCH BETTER by the sensation and taste of the lady of the castle's mouth against Orin's. How very sinful the changeling had become since then, its body longing for the carnal desires the vampire had dug out from her. It was HER HAND which pushed past layers of flesh and tissue, tangling amongst the tendons and sinews to retrieve the HOT AND WET desire within her. Desire Orin had never taken notice of before, but Alcina found the ways in which to always coax it out.

It was equally as likely that their mistress' use for its mouth was to severe then tear the tongue right out of Orin's mouth. The clean striations of Alcina's sharp nails would be proudly displayed on the mucous slick and pink muscle, the crimson would RUSH FORTH in waves until she drowned drowned drowned in her own blood. Would she take Orin's face in her hands and press her mouth against the changeling's to drink the blood FLOODING ITS MOUTH ???

Either possibility was EQUALLY LIKELY. That is what made this dance they shared so very tantalizing. Any moment Alcina could switch from the sultry, mesmerizing lady of the castle to the violent, unforgiving vampress who would dispatch of her with a mere flick of the wrist.

" Whatever it is you wish, " they murmured, its tone reverent as she gazed up at Alcina's countenance. " Any pain, any pleasure you desire... it is yours. "

[bloodiedpetals]

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Lilith had sworn to remain in the shadows far from the world which she often dreamt of in the midst of the pointless violence of an unstoppable war. Never during those many centuries ago did the thought that, once she achieved her goal, she would LEAVE THAT WORLD ALONE. It remained in the capable hands of Caemona ; the shepherd which Lilith herself could never be.

Lilith had entrusted her dream to the prime candidate ; never was there one as empathetic or as brave as Caemona. How fitting one studying what her son had WORKED TIRELESSLY TO BUILD would be worthy of Lilith's trust.

Of course, she could never be absent from that appointed individual permanently. Though the demoness was ALWAYS watching, always ensuring that her judgement had not failed her she could not guarantee there would be no future meetings.

" Your work in Sanctuary shows much promise thus far, " she spoke from the opposite end of the room, all that betrayed her arrival prior to her speech were the petals which gently floated to the floor.

[paristexasmassacre]

face,sender turns receiver's face towards them. / regina for adora

          “   i never thought of you as needy,   dear queen,   “          adora quips,   a frisky smile on her lips as the queen brings them face to face;     adora wasn’t reckless,   nor was she foolish,   but she preferred not to let her feathers get ruffled unless absolutely necessary.     and as it seemed,   the queen wasn’t exactly holding a knife to her throat,   now was she?          “   i think it’ll ease your mind to know i’ve always kept an eye on you,   hm?   “

[005198]

♡ @cosmikal, OLIVIA OCTAVIUS.

          “   this is a very nice…     lab you have,   miss octavius.     oh!     sorry (—)   dr. octavius.   “

[cosmik-homo]

Thinking of changing my url.... no, not into one of the Hundred+ i have hoarded. I was thinking either Cowardicecollector, CowardConnoisseur (id have to learn how to spell that.....) or UnderstandablyNervous.

[c0smik]

change is constant, pain is temporary, growth is inevitable

[bonusdragons]

February 8, 2024:

Pink Secondary, Obelisk, Contour.

Cosmik of Korumi's clan!

[dreamperson-poll]

Poko

dreamed by @cosmik-koto

Poko, from what I can recall, is a teenage girl with very long, dusty blonde hair. She has a kind smile. The first time I met her, she had striking eyes that had yellow irises and bright red sclerae. She also had markings on her cheeks that were the same red color. (If I remember to I'll draw her.)

Poko seemed to show herself at times where I felt especially lonely. I dreamt of her three different times between 2018 and 2020.

The first time I met her, I didn't even know her name. She lived on this fantastical, kind of trippy island that I just so happened to come across after staying up WAY too late to work on a college assignment. I made a post about it to my DeviantArt account the day after and I'm so grateful I did, I don't think I would be able to explain it the same way now.

The other two times I met up with Poko were in different settings, different circumstances. The first one is when I learned her name. I couldn't see her face but we were both desperately trying to communicate with each other within a static-y void. I asked her questions with my voice but she her voice was garbled up by all of the noise. She showed me flashing letters when I asked for her name. And when I woke up the next morning I somehow knew to put those letters into a cipher to get her name out of it.

The second, and last time that I can recall meeting with her, was not a fantastical adventure. Instead, we went to a pride parade in a small town that looked similar to my childhood home, a near copy in fact. I remember sitting with her as the sun shined on her face.

I loved having her as a companion in my dreams, and perhaps the reason why I haven't seen her anymore is because I don't need to. But I hope she's doing ok, wherever she is.

[murdershaped]

@cosmikal | asked: given her monstrous size, alcina has barely ever left the castle since her turning over a century ago, but so long inside the same walls can leave a woman wanting. yearning to get out. so she picks the night of revelry and merriment, where many more than usual indulge on rich alcohol and equally rich food / stuffing themselves to bursting. the perfect night for a hunt. dressed in a far more practical outfit for stalking the alleyways of the upper city / one that pairs well with blood. and soon she and orin are out in the night , looking for the right victim to sink their fangs and blades into. a ferocious pair. deadly. and a kiss shared over a dying body drained of its blood / blood on her lips / tastes finer than any wine.

Orin could see that the reprieve from the castle, no more how brief it may be, lightened their lady's mood. They remembered those distant early days, when they were KEPT WITHIN THOSE WALLS until the trust had strengthened. It was a cage, a curling of ribs 'round the changeling but it was CLOSING IN, IN, IN threatening to squish her. The squelching of sinews and tendons tearing, the SNAPPING of bones breaking it was deafening. To be its mistress and be confined within those walls always... The castle itself DID SEEM TO BE AN EXTENTION OF HER, she had become embedded to its floors, its walls. The sprawling halls were the intestines, every ornate design the veins and sinews. It was beautiful, just as she was.

The changeling sighed into the vampire's mouth, the tang of the crimson she had just drunk sharp and copper on its own tongue. The taste was intoxicating on her lips, Orin clung tightly to her arms to steady themself. It was ALL TOO EASY to forget that the two of them weren't in the privacy of their home with her mouth on theirs. The all-consuming nature of their passion left it addled, the spooling of their brain tangled amongst itself so that there was little besides the crypt-stink of their victim to bring her back.

" How you madden me, " it murmured before taking her bottom lip between its teeth. Never had they imagined that another would CONSUME HER SO, not even their worship to Bhaal brought Orin to its knees as effectively as a mere glance from Alcina did. They tilted their head to the side, exposing her bare neck in a plea. Their sticky red life-juice seemed such a FLEETING OFFERING to express its complete devotion to her, but they offered it again and again nonetheless. " You may take whatever you will of me, you can suckle and drink until I grow weaker and weaker. You can LEAVE NOTHING LEFT if you so desire, just carve your hunger into my skin. Leave my carion so that even the maggots and flies that eat of my cold flesh will know who it was I served. "