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you  will  drown,  the  world  tells  me,  has  always  told  me.  you  will  descend  into  a  blue  underworld,  blue  with  hungry  ghosts,    //    the  loneliness  comes  and  goes,  but  the  blue  holds.

#𝐊𝐇𝐎𝐙𝐌𝐎𝐇  —  t.een w.olf / s.tilinski  twin  oc. canon compliant, heavy headcanon influences &  low  activity. multi - verse, plot driven. dark & mature content throughout, horror based. // written by chey .

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A ghost. That’s what I am. 

The Devil’s Backbone (2001) dir. Guillermo del Toro

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cosmo had made it habit to look at people without looking through them, to prioritize the real from the unreal and ignore the rest. sometimes it was easy, a glint that hovered around a person like a glare of light, or a looming shadow out of the corner of his eye. but sometimes it was hard, a sudden appearance of a distorted horror, a doorway made of obsidian teeth, or worse, an fbi agent with ghosts crawling out of his eyes.

cosmo cleared his throat and glanced down at his phone as if he'd received a text. blinking rapidly until the vision faded and he could see the briefing staring up at him from his phone screen. ❝ uh yeah, so . . . right. i'm cosmo stilinski, i'm temping while garcia's on leave. ❞ he mumbled, adjusting his glasses before slipping his phone back into his pocket and directing his attention to the screen behind him. with a click of the remote, the presentation came to life complete with crime scene photos and personnel dossiers on the current victims.

❝ miami. three victims so far, ❞ cosmo began quickly, trying to provide as much relevant information as possible as the team spitballed among each other but cosmo couldn't've stopped himself from glancing back at agent reid. he'd seen people followed by ghosts before, hell, most of the people in the room had someone or something following them. a flash of a white gown and bombshell blonde hair. a young beat cop with a crooked smile. if he focused he bet the room would be full of dead but for some reason, the ghosts were vivid around agent reid and difficult to ignore.

❝ i mean, there's bits and pieces of different religious practices being used here but they're all over the place, ❞ cosmo interjected as agent seaver spoke and almost instantly regretted it when all eyes swiftly bored into his face. ❝ i just mean it's a mess. i've got a degree in occult studies. a practicioner would stick to their own rituals. ❞ // @yoakkemae , starter for spencer reid .

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incantation for cosmo sharing his sight with someone "

"Z moich oczu do twoich na nowo, Zobacz, jak ja widzę, mrok i skrzywienie."

which i think roughly translates to

"From my eyes to yours anew, See as I see, darkness and skewed."

i'm wondering if there's a way that i can make cosmo share his sight with someone/people so that during conflicts these things aren't just invisible. maybe via touch? mm thinking thoughts

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i'm wondering if there's a way that i can make cosmo share his sight with someone/people so that during conflicts these things aren't just invisible. maybe via touch? mm thinking thoughts

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cosmo shrugged, feigning interest in the orange sweater. the colour was off, less burned autumn season and more peach vomit. he didn't recognize the tall silhouette, though it was difficult to make out a face in the reflection. it could be his stalker, it could be hers, or both or neither. whoever they were, they'd stopped to pretend they were inspecting a news stand some fifty feet from the shop.

❝ doesn't really fit my usual style, but i'll give it a go. ❞ cosmo pulled open the door for her, jerking his head to the inside of the shop. once inside he figured they might be able to find a back exit, or they could pull the alarm and get lost in a crowd. cosmo sighed, options and options. none of which would tell him who the perp was and why they were following them.

  Distracted by the click of footsteps —too-loud, like noticing made them louder, or maybe they're getting closer— she misses the initial slowing and actually outpaces Cosmo for a moment before she notices. Maddy doubles back to very near, pacing along until they stop at the shop widow. There's a solid second where her confusion only triples - she glances between him and quite possibly the ugliest sweater in the world and almost begs to know 'what the fuck'. Then she spots the watery reflection.

  Oh. Her eyes widen. Fuck.

  “Mine?” dubious (it is a really ugly sweater-) “or yours?” Or both? Or neither, and they're just the pair of homing pigeons that get followed back to roost. Rain drips off the store's canopy, striking her shoulder, and Maddy flinches. “I dunno. Maybe we should go in... try it on?” Try to hide? Or lose their tail in the racks?

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10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU (1999) dir. Gil Junger

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❝ imagine how it feels for me, ❞ cosmo mumbled, watching as nina tugged her hood down over her face. or tried to at least. cosmo sighed, if it had been that easy he wouldn't be making it through life on four hours of sleep. ❝ i can turn it off, kind of. lasts a few hours but then it gets ugly. worse, sort of. harder to ignore. ❞

" your deeply unsettling aura is starting to give me a migraine , you know . " nina bitterly reaches for the hood of her sweater and attempts to tug it over her mass of hair , trying to bring it down far enough to cover her eyes . " do you always just exist like that ? can you even turn it off at this point ? "

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cosmo grunted something non-committal as she spoke, glancing down at her when she shuffled close enough that if he swayed his weight slightly to the left they would brush shoulders. ❝ yeah, i know the one, ❞ cosmo said, lips pinching into a grim line. with another glance down at their feet, cosmo slowed his pace and led them towards the shopping strip. he nodded to one of the windows where the mannequins was modeling an ugly looking sweater.

❝ what do you think? orange your colour? ❞ cosmo nodded but rather than the sweater he was looking at the reflection of the street. behind them was their stalker, a tall slender silhouette.

@khozmoh //> requested.

  “Hey..” Maddy's voice is a throaty whisper as she edges closer to his side. Much closer* than she's drawn in the short time they've known each other in person, and not as little text boxes and bread crumb trails across various states of the web (light, dark, kind of greyish.) She stares hard at the toes of her shoes flashing forward over the rain-slick concrete, counting them: taking steps almost twice as often as he does to keep pace. ���Um. I think... someone's following us. I didn't see anything when I looked but...” What? She twists the hem of her shirt between her fingers, resisting the compulsion to bite her nails. “I can hear 'em. I.. I think.”

  Now she looks up. Apologetic and anxious at once, hoping to find one kind of reassurance or another, whether it be that he calls her paranoid or maybe he's noticed something she didn't. Either way. She's not picky.

*Though still not quite touching.

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"In case it escaped your notice, I care about you!"

❝ you— ❞ for a moment cosmo embodied the concept of wind taken right out of his sails as he stood all but flabbergasted at the biologists outcry. his expression twisted into something sour and confused and he didn't know what to do with his hands so he just gestured wildly. ❝ you care about me? why? when?! ❞

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i was in my tower weaving nightmares , twisting all my smiles into snarls . they say what doesn't kill you makes you aware ... what happens if it becomes WHO YOU ARE?

BLOOMROTS - antonina "nina" hofmann , a fandomless original character. a study in the cassandra character, "female hysteria", the child rejected by the village who burns it down to feel its warmth, and the undiscussed aftermath of demonic possession. ©

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some of you have never been hunted for sport and it shows

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no rizz. just big bambi eyes and many, many unsettling things to say.