chaoticallycosmic
chaoticallycosmic
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"I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness because it shows me the stars." Indie Roleplaying Blog, penned by CJ - Aspiring Author.
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chaoticallycosmic · 10 months ago
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"Rest assured, I will save the nicknames for just us," Adelaide hummed in agreement about her using his full name in front of his family. Just as she was going to say something about him getting new suits, he spoke, and she listened intently, watching his expression as she ate her fill of the dessert she made. It had turned out well. After he was done talking, Addy scooted closer to him and placed her hands on his face gently. "Nate, listen to me, my love. Nothing your family does will make me leave you. I'm used to harsh and unrelenting critiques of me. Ballet wasn't exactly a walk in the park. Everyone from my colleagues to coaches and even strangers critiqued everything about me. My weight, height, what I ate, what I didn't. My teeth, hair, eyes, you name it, it was judged," she told him as her thumbs caressed his cheeks. "I endured it because I loved dancing, and when I was up on stage, it all fell away," nothing mattered when she heard the crowd applaud after a performance or having someone say they loved the dance or even children coming up to her and saying they looked up to her. "Modeling is harsh, but not as much, but what I am trying to say this," she took a deep breath before continuing, "short of you telling me you don't want me, I'm not leaving. You might have to tell me to bite my tongue if they turn those harsh words toward you," she grinned at him before kissing his lips softly. "My love for you might get me in trouble, not that I mind."
Adelaide has always been fiercely protective of her loved ones, and Nate was not immune from that. After all, she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. "I think I inherited my overprotectiveness from my mother."
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"As long as you always use Nathaniel in front of my family there won't be any hiccups." He gave her a reassuring smile, but quickly turned his attention to the delicious dessert she'd made. "Wow! You trying to get me into some new suits?" His teasing was likely just a deflection of comments from his mother in his youth and he scratched at the nape of his neck, hearing the critique from his therapist. Cosmo's chin rested on his leg and he rubbed his knuckles down his snout. "I shouldn't have said that. My parents can be unbearable and, sometimes, cruel. They're going to critique everything about you and I wish I could protect you from that. Samantha will be in our corner, but sometimes their privileged opinions slip through the cracks. I'm..." Nathaniel let out a slow sigh, taking a bite of the food and closing his eyes as he hummed with delight over the delicious slice of happiness. "I'm always going to do my best to be that barrier protecting you, but if we're spending our lives together I think I'll fail from time to time. It terrifies me that you might come to resent me because of them."
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REBEL MOON — The Director’s Cut (August 2 2024) Chapter One: Chalice of Blood (dir. Zack Snyder) ››› Michiel Huisman as Gunnar
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How to ZERO WASTE grocery shop with Phoebe Tonkin.
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chaoticallycosmic · 10 months ago
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scar / injury related symbol memes… 
add  ( reverse )  to the ask for places to be swapped
( kiss ) : receiver kisses one of sender’s scars
( clean ) : receiver washes blood of off sender
( carry ) : receiver carries injured sender to safety
( scar )  :  receiver gently traces one of sender’s scars
( better ) : receiver nurses injured sender back to health
( protect ) : receiver prevents sender from being injured
( story ) : receiver asks sender how they got a specific scar 
( bandage )  : receiver carefully binds up an injury on sender
( cuddle ) : receiver crawls into bed with injured sender to hold them
( confrontation ) : receiver confronts someone who just injured sender
( heal ) : receiver uses their magic / powers to heal a wound on sender
( awaken ) : receiver stays by unconscious sender’s side until they wake up
( shield ) : receiver jumps in harm’s way to defend sender and is injured, themselves
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chaoticallycosmic · 10 months ago
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Caitlin's smile widened when Paloma said she was correct, and mirth filled her eyes as she looked at the novelist. "I am glad I give off femme fatale vibes. Just what I was going for," she grinned. She had been called a cold-hearted bitch before by many - mostly men. "We really are more successful than men when it comes to murder. They often lack creativity or like to boast about their kills, seeking validation from other men," she agreed with Paloma, nodding as she sipped away at her wine. "So, have you heard of the poisoner, Giulia Tofana? She made a tonic of arsenic, deadly nightshade, and lead to look like cream and gave it to women in abusive marriages? It's a fascinating story," Caitlin told her. She always found the story to be thrilling. It happened for decades before she was discovered.
"Well, you are," she affirmed her thoughts about the beautiful soul next to her. "It really is an exceptional way to extract revenge, painful for your target and untraceable to keep one out of trouble," she hummed her agreement. "Yes, your job has us covered. I just never thought this would be a topic of conversation we'd be having on a yacht in the middle of the ocean," the redhead mused with a chuckle. "It's refreshing not to listen to boring business plans and proposals. Or even whispers about how having a female CEO is bad for business," despite having been made CEO a few years ago, there were people on the board who harbored hatred and disdain toward her. "Which is why I'm so glad you invited me along, Paloma," she grinned toothily. The stress Caitlin had been under melted away the more time she spent with the novelist. @velvetrogue
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Caitlin’s initial response made Paloma giggle, another grin spreading across her lips. “Both, but it was mostly to do with the belladonna,” she told her, adding, “But don’t let that discourage the idea that I think you give off a badass female killer vibe.” Paloma winked as she finished before leaning back in her place, reaching for her glass of wine to take another sip from it. A fond, knowing smile remained on her features as she listened to Caitlin explore her idea a little further, nodding in agreement towards the end of her sentence. “Exactly, everything you said,” Paloma affirmed. “I’m convinced it’s one of the key ways for women to be such successful killers, and we are such successful killers, far better than men, anyway.”
Paloma took a further sip of wine whilst Caitlin turned the focus of the conversation onto her. The words from the other made Paloma’s grin grow. “I’m pleased you think I’m so creative,” she teased, giggling again. She pondered the options for a few moments, tapping her lip with her finger as she thought. “A shot of air into the bloodstream, I think. Untraceable yet painful, an ideal way to exact any revenge if I wanted to.” At Caitlin’s point about the ‘risks’ and morbidity of their conversation, Paloma laughed again. “Fortunately, anyone listening would just dismiss this as indulging the curiosity of a mystery writer. My job has us covered,” she told Caitlin, grinning at her again. 
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chaoticallycosmic · 10 months ago
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Viktoriya tried to be as respectful as possible while Usher undressed, but no one could deny that the man was attractive. She was sure it was all due to his ranch work and his previous football player career. The nurse only adverted her eyes briefly before returning to watch him dive into the water. "Yes, you will. I seriously think I might have been a mermaid in a past life," Viktoriya mused. "My place even has a pool, so I can take a dive if I can't visit the lake or beach," she continued.
"Now that you mention it, the water is warm, which is unexpected but not unpleasant," she grinned as she floated in front of him. "But being from Russia, I am used to frigid temperatures. Have you ever been ice bathing?" She's only done it once. "It's quite the experience," she mused softly, remembering how she had hesitated only for a while before following Kazimir into the cold waters of Norway. "If you haven't done it, I'd be glad to take you," she was glad for the cold of the water, which kept her from blushing as she proposed a trip for them. "I mean, if you even want to experience that," she added quickly and shyly. She didn't know why she was so nervous. Usually, she was more confident, but it had been a while since she connected with someone the way she did with Usher. "And no, it's not like an ice bath," she mused, knowing that as a former football player, he would have had to experience ice baths. There were many benefits to it for athletes, such as fast recovery, reduced stress, and muscle relaxation.
"Now, how good of a swimmer are you, Usher? Because I would like a race," she grinned playfully at him as she swam closer, eyes filled with challenge.
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Once they parked, getting everything out of the car didn't take too long. The set up was nice, it looked good enough to spend majority of the day here and have fun. They kept on laughing and teasing one another and just as he was about to grab himself some water he caught the sight of her undressing to the bathing suit she had on. Usher cleared his throat and tried to be a gentleman, not starring so much in her direction.
He chuckled at her words and just watched her run into the lake, now understanding what she meant by loving being in the water. "I'll really have hard time getting you out of the lake, huh?"he teased. What the heck, he thought to himself. Getting out of his shirt as he already had his swimming trunks on, Usher was still in good shape after finishing his football career thanks to all the work he did around the farm. Usher didn't run in like she did but he dived in head first and swam closer to her before resurfacing. "This is the warmest lake gets during the year, I really enjoy it."he stated as he brushed his hair back.
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chaoticallycosmic · 10 months ago
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Zehra sighed softly as she ran a hand through her hair. Looking over at her best friend, Violet, she gave her an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to sound harsh. Work had been stressful, and dealing with a difficult client didn't help matters. "I know you're just worried about me, and you're right." The architect agreed. Wanting to meet a complete stranger did sound insane. "How about you come with me? You could sit not too far from us in the restaurant, and if it's troublesome, can you come and rescue me? He does sound like a decent guy, but like you said, people do lie on dating apps, even if I don't," Zehra knew how men acted; of course, they could die to get her alone and do unthinkable things to her. "If it turns out bad, we could enjoy a meal on his behalf."
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"Ouch. Come on you don't mean that," Violet winced as she clutched at her chest. "Can't your best friend be concerned about your well-being? Especially when you're being down right crazy in wanting to meet someone you've never met. Could be a murderer or married with kids for all you know just leading you on. Everybody lies on those damn dating apps. I don't want to see you hurt and disappointed," she huffed.
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chaoticallycosmic · 10 months ago
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"Teresa," Orson said her name in a soft tone as he stepped closer to her. "It's not that I am not happy to see you. I really am," he said, being sincere with her. He was happy to see her—how could he not be? He enjoyed spending time with her. "I know I should have called. My job has just kept me busy," more like keeping him in constant danger. His last mission was kicking his ass. His torso and back were still bruised to hell and back. "Look, Teresa, there is something I need to tell you, but first, you need to sit down and have a drink because I don't think you'll believe me," he offered her, hoping she didn't think he was gaslighting her or making excuses, he wasn't. It was time she knew her safety depended on it.
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"Says who? It's been months and I don't get a hello nice to see you? Not even a phone call," a soft chuckle fell from her lips with her hands on her hips.
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chaoticallycosmic · 10 months ago
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Open to: Anyone. (Mun/Muse/FC 21+, please.) Plot: Your muse is Celestina's client/employer, so to speak. She has been waiting to hear from them since she last communicated about their deadline. Tired of having her calls sent to voice mail, but both emails and texts went unanswered. Celestina went to their house. Your muse is known for isolating themselves, and Celestina knows this, but this time, it's been too long, and she's worried, even though she's also annoyed. The reason why your muse is avoiding her is up to you. Muse: Celestina Villalobos, editor, 27.
Celestina drew breath through her nose as she looked at her phone one last time. Unbelievable. It wasn't as if she was asking for the impossible here. There was only one message or signal that they were alive and well. Their manuscript could wait—not as if they were in a hurry. "You know this is childish and immature," she ranted outside their door after running the bell for the nth time. "I just want to know that you're alive and well and, in fact, breathing," she continued, frustrated that she even had to be here doing this. She could be at home relaxing with a nice glass of wine, but no. There, she was worried out of her mind about them, and they were ignoring her. The fucking audacity. "If you don't open this door, I'm calling the police for a wellness check!" She really would do it, too, and they knew that. Celestina would never say something just to say it. She had no idea why they were choosing to ignore her now. They had always had open communication.
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Three Ways
💕 - Three ways my muse shows affection 💘 - Three ways my muse shows they have a crush 💗 - Three ways my muse shows love 💦 - Three ways my muse shows lust 💔 - Three ways my muse shows heartache 👀 - Three ways my muse shows surprise 💥 - Three ways my muse shows anger 👓 - Three ways my muse shows intelligence 😈 - Three ways my muse shows mischief
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chaoticallycosmic · 10 months ago
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ugh , give me an actual enemies to lovers plot please . i’m not talking ‘ we hate each other and fall in love over time ’ , those are great too sometimes but what i really want is : ‘ i fucking despise you so much i can feel every fiber of rage in my being . i want you in the grave . i can’t stand being around you for five seconds ’ ( with long - distance glares , knives at each other’s throats , annoying banter , cat and mouse antics , rough hate s*x ) then ‘ maybe i don’t want you in the grave . you’re still really annoying though . ’
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chaoticallycosmic · 10 months ago
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"I'm glad you have family you can count on, Sal," Siara told him warmly as she moved to close the door behind her and input the security code, ensuring the house was safe. No one was getting inside, or at least that was what she hoped. Her home was decorated warmly and cozy, with some of her photos framed lining the wall in the foyer and beyond. Above the mantle in the open floor living room was just a portrait of her family; her father, mother, Ezio, and her. Looking like the family she wished they had been. At his last question, she looked at him and hummed as she stepped into the kitchen. "Yes, Ezio believes that the Lombardis are behind everything that happens and has happened to our family," Siara answered as she started taking ingredients out of the fridge to make the dinner she promised him. My dad wanted me to marry their eldest son, Federico, but I declined, and with Ezio backing me up, all their plans went up in smoke." Her father had been furious that day and even tried to slap her. Luckily, Ezio had stopped him. "It was messy, to say the least," she mused as she started cutting up onions and garlic while olive oil and butter melted in a pot. "So, Ezio believes it is all retaliation because I refused to join the families," she looked up at him as she stirred her chopped onions and garlic in the pot. Everyone knew how cruel the Lombardis were, and Siara wanted no part of that family.
"Anyways, Sal, how much can you throw down in the kitchen?" She leaned toward him with a smirk on her lips.
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"Nope. I'm an only child." Salvatore ceased from mentioning the potential brothers and sisters he would've had, had they not passed on. Salvatore learned when he was older the pain his mother endured with her pregnancies, and how he was the only successful one. He often thought of what could have been. "My cousins though, they're like my siblings." Salvatore had two older cousins, Raphael and Bianca. Raphael was the eldest by many years, he was twenty when Salvatore came to live with them. Bianca was his younger sister, and the consigliere of the family. Bianca was the sister he never had.
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"Yes, ma'am." Salvatore nodded upon being asked for the code. The man was impressed by the way her brother went out of his way to help her. In his family, there was a deep scar of what brother's did to one another. Fraternize, bloodshed, tears. That was all they had and now they tried to fix it all.
"Can I ask, but the people who attacked you, are they a rival family?"
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Ezio could feel the air come back into his lungs when he heard her say that she was also happy to see him. It made a small smile turn up the corners of her lips. When she asked if he could take her home, Ezio didn't hesitate in replying. "Of course, I have no trouble taking you home," he grinned softly at her as he stood up and fixed his clothes. He fought the urge to bring her close to him and kiss her. He wanted to offer to drive her home every single day she worked if he didn't feel as if he was overstepping his boundaries. He didn't want to scare her away. But he really would do anything to keep her safe and sound.
"I can wait for you to get changed and wait at the bar for you," he told her as he unlocked the door and waited for her to pass through. Ezio ignored the looks and whispers around him as he waited at the bar with a tall glass of water. If he was going to be driving, he wouldn't be drinking. Joe came up to him in the meantime. "I hope that you enjoyed yourself, Mr. De Luca."
"I did, Joe. She's perfect," Ezio was being honest. "Keep treating them well, Joe," he smiled then pushed away from the bar as he saw Barbara headed his way. A smile naturally turned up his lips. "You ready to go?"
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Not special enough to stick around. That's what Barbara wanted to say. She wanted to scream it at him, push him off her and yell till her throat was sore. But this was not the time. It never would be, she thought. "It's okay..." The woman mumbled. Her arms loosened around herself. Slowly, she began to calm down and pull herself together. Maybe it was the beer she had before her shift, or maybe it was the stress she was under. She could not be sure. "I was actually really happy to see you too..." Barbara was not about to lie and say she wasn't.
Since Leo was out of her life, she missed having someone around. Someone for herself, someone she could love in the romantic sense. The thought of simply settling down so that Cristina could have a father figure always crossed her mind, but she didn't want to tie them down to a man that could potentially be an asshole.
"My shift is over...so I need to get home." Barbara usually used the bus to get to the club, but it was never a good idea to do so at night time. "Could you take me? I would take the bus but...there's a bunch of weird fuckers on it at night..."
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