#kaos:task

[kaosfates]

✧･ﾟ 𝒂   𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒌  ;   𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 .

think long and hard about the dreams you have yet to dream the feelings you have yet to feel

the mornings of quietness that await you the nights of adrenaline yet to come the heartbreaks, the laughter, the hunger

fate is already written  but shouldn’t we have a say?

𝐨𝐨𝐜 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐮��𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭.

okay so basically, what i’m proposing for this task is a bucket list ( thank you lauren for the idea ). the fates want our characters to think long and hard about all those things they want to achieve before they add ( and so they can laugh afterwards cuz #fate ).

anywaaays, make a list, a moodboard, a self para, an edit, you can present your muse’s bucket list in any way you’d like and please, don’t forget to tag it with kaos:fates and/or kaos:task !!

as always, this task is OPTIONAL, but i think it’ll be a lot of fun so i hope you guys participate !! and if you have any questions, don’t hesitate to reach out !!

please like this post once you’ve seen it.

[principeandres]

𝐦𝐨𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐢'𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐤  ;  andrés’ bucket list  .

RECONCILE WITH HIS FAMILY. FIND HIS BIOLOGICAL PARENTS AND LEARN ABOUT WHERE HE COMES FROM. FIND A JOB HE’S ACTUALLY GOOD AT AND ENJOYS; PROBABLY AT A MUSEUM OR ART GALLERY. BECOME ECONOMICALLY INDEPENDENT. BE SOMEONE’S SUGAR DADDY. HAVE A SUGAR MOM OF HIS OWN THAT BUYS HIM A PRETTY CAR FROM THE 60′s.

[floagreste]

𝐦𝐨𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐢'𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐤  ;  florian’s bucket list  .

DIRECT YVES SAINT LAURENT AGAIN. START AN ART’S FOUNDATION HONORING HIS MOTHER, START INVESTING IN ART TO BUILD A GALLERY, BECOME A DAD AND START A FAMILY, VISIT USHUAIA, ARGENTINA AT THE END OF THE WORLD.

[homeandhearthstone]

Lilly's typical day:

5:30 am - She gets up, showers and gets herself ready for the day.

5:30-7:00 am - she goes and collects eggs from the hennery, feeds the chickens, and waters and the garden. She also collects fresh flowers and herbs for the inn.

7:00-8:00 am- She prepares breakfast for individuals eating at the inn.

8:00-9:00 am - Breakfast is served.

9:00 am - 12:30 pm - She cleans up the remnants of breakfast, and then starts on guests room maintenance. Changing the bedding, and tidying up the bathrooms. Changes the flowers in the rooms, every three days. Then she does the laundry as needed, and other tidying of the inn in general.

12:30 - 1:30 pm - prepares lunch for the individuals that decide to eat at the inn.

1:30-2:30 pm- lunch is served

2:30-3:30 pm - She cleans up the remnants of lunch.

3:30-4:30- check in and out time for guests.

4:30- 8:00 pm - Free time. She'll either use this time to partake in one of her hobbies. She may exercise during this time, too. On Friday's, she uses this time to go grocery shopping and run errands. On Saturday's, she weeds and maintains the garden. On Sunday evenings, she does food prep for next weeks meals.

8:00-9:00 - She prepares dinner for the individuals eating at the inn.

9:00-10:00 pm- Dinner is served.

10:00-11:00 pm - Kitchen cleanup

11:00-11:30 pm - She gets ready for bed.

11:30 - bedtime.

She has her cellphone on her at all times, in case someone books a reservation. Or someone finally sends in an application for a job. Or in case a guest has an issue.

(Someone help her, she is almost always working.)

[adcvis]

task 009 .

roman counter part - adonis

‘To wail his death who lives and must not die. Till mutual overthrow of mortal kind! For he being dead, with him is beauty slain, And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again.’ (W. Shakespeare,Venus and Adonis, 1017-1020) 

[superpcsitions]

task 009 -- - “we should just kiss like real people do.”

“ cupid, which means “desire” in latin, was the god of desire, affection, and erotic love, in roman mythology. he is considered to be the roman counterpart of the greek god eros. all of cupid’s myths revolve around love in some form— while most gods truly represent what they reign over, there are not many who do so as well as cupid.

it was said that anyone who was shot by one of cupid’s arrows, either mortal or a deity, would be filled with uncontrollable desire. the roman version of the god of desire retained those characteristics, which gives us the cupid that we all know today. cupid’s golden arrow stood for true love while his leaden arrow stood for sensual passion. this explains why cupid was associated with many different types of love, including romantic and erotic. ”

[heavenburdened]

* ╰  𝑲𝑨𝑶𝑺 𝑻𝑨𝑺𝑲 𝟎𝟎𝟕 : 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 !

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[akselhyunos]

“Phoebus can never enter ... with his rising, noontide, or setting rays. Clouds of vapour breathe forth from the earth, and dusky twilight shadows. There no wakeful, crested cock with his loud crowing summons the dawn; no watch-dog breaks the deep silence with his baying, or goose, more watchful than the dog. There is no sound of wild beast or of cattle, of branches rustling in the breeze, no clamorous tongues of men. There mute silence dwells.”

— Ovid, Metamorphosis

[jxles]

✧･ﾟ              𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝟎𝟔: 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘.

[eleutherixs]

𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝟎𝟖: 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

An updated version of Sihyun’s connections can be found here. If I’ve missed anyone or forgot to update any connections please let me know!

[ofbeauisms]

ＮＥＰＴＵＮＥ : Beau Marin

❝ The Roman god of the sea and earthquakes, Neptune had a reputation for having a violent temper. Tempests and earthquakes were a reflection of his furious rage… ❞ 

[principeandres]

  andrés de fonollosa as:  FORMIDO  . 

fright or terror personified as a goddess, a daughter of mars and venus.

[floagreste]

𝐊𝐀𝐎𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐊:  𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏'𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 .

on the link above you will find florian’s connections page. i did it to the best of my shitty memory but if there’s some mistake, please let me know so i can change it asap! and if we haven’t plotted yet, PLEASE LEMME PLOT WITH YOU! i am always down for some plotting <33 and for some plot development as well if any of you would like to change something of what we already have. let florian adore you all.

[adcvis]

ONE DAY AT A TIME

Kaos Task 10 Raw they were in these hours. Stripped bare the the bones from where others so happily devoured their flesh- a ripe cherry.

we all know this bitch gets carried away with writing, so at the bottom there’s a nice summary for all of yall !! 

abuse tw, trauma tw

4:15 AM

Honey golds, dance with blues that ache for warmth in the dawning sky. Darkness still engulfs Roman’s room as they wake to the not-quite-night sky peering through their window, and desaturating the world as they sit up- their arms stretching out the stiffness that settles into their body as they sleep. They stand, bare feet setting in the carpet for a few steps, before finding the cool tiles beneath them as they make their way to the bathroom. They don’t much bother finding clothes to wear for modesty for the short work, their housemate would never be awake at this hour regardless.

The air settles crip in their lungs as they ride their bike under the eggshell moon that clings in the sky, and stars that glow orange even in this hour. It’s half past four by the time they make their way to their father’s, passing through the occasional glow of a street light, before the long stretches of nothing but the morning glow to light their way. It’s not every day they do this trek anymore, not since two years ago. Now it’s just every couple of days, they make their way over to fulfill their morning duties. Lend a hand to their father, how could he do it all on his own?

It’s Thursday, one of those days that claustrophobia settled into Roman and they quietly place their bike against the shed, and turn on the lights. Florescent tubes harshly flood the space, as they flicker to life with their gentle humming. If anyone was to see Roman stood in this space, they may perhaps see a truth that radiated from the steel walls that reflected memories of youth. Ones Roman’s learnt to look away from when their eyes dared linger too long on a wrench that clattered to the ground, now rest in a pile of motor oil- or the rusting bench that creaks and shakes the shed with the weight of a person thrown to it. It’s easy to see them here as they were as a child, demure, in their cream t-shit and jeans that held dirt and oil no matter how many times they’d seen the wash. Careful, not to be too loud, their hands taking years to find how not to be clumsy as they reached for anything near in sight and tightened white knuckled around the pain.

Breathe.

They remember to breath standing there. Their motions now close to mechanical, done in habit a hundred times over as they grab a bale of hay, lock the shed behind them. And begin making their way down to the paddock. They’re thankful they don’t have to rearrange the piles today, or bring in any new batches. But it’s this motion, as they’re carrying down in the dark, that sculpts the muscle in their body.

Gentle tussling, and moos are heard growing louder as he approaches, before hooves are heard hitting the dirt beneath them and coming over to greet Roman at the fence.

7:32 AM

He spends the next few hours in the fields, muddy flecks clinging to their clothes, and hands sweat dampens their shirt and runs from their forehead. The sun’s beginning to break the horizon, and the dew on the grass glistens with the days light. Grime wipes across Roman’s face where he can’t help stray hands, and dirt digs under their fingernails. And their body, like clay- malleable by the that hungered for him, is moving with such rhythmic ease. They hear the shed door opening in the distance, clattering metal singing through the still air. Their heart pounds against their chest. The birds silence and Roman just stands from where their knees rest in the dirt, and wipe the sheen from their cheeks. They remember to breathe.

8:18 AM

The island is somewhere Roman things they buried their bones a long time ago. Somewhere the birds sung to the sun that beamed rays of warm, and kissed the earth- and where trees and bushes grew wild, and roots would overcame their body and let their blood turn to nectar. Where they gave themselves completely to Kaos. They’d dream of such things, riding their bike home the long way around the island. When it started to become alive again. Vibrant under the glow of daylight. A delicate being, reflecting the sun in fractured iridescent light. Raw they were in these hours. Stripped bare the the bones from where others so happily devoured their flesh- a ripe cherry. Ready to sink your teeth into, and draw the marrow from their bones searching for that pit. It was the honesty of them. With melancholy to their eyes, and the lines of their face almost harsh that were so used to being hidden from the world. They were nothing more than a plump shiny fruit that’s already been passed through too many hands.

Devour me.

There are things that break these thoughts, like stopping to see friends at the cafe they now own- golden in these hours with bright smiles and a coffee waiting for them. And the woman who stood behind him in line, he so graciously offered to buy the coffee for, and accompanied her on her walk into town. Things that would break the honestly of Roman, not for it wasn’t true of them to be so charming. Rather, they’d stop being so raw, and hollow. And that cavern of darkness inside them where a pit should be, that longed to be loved in the only way they were taught, would stop aching. For at least a little while.

It was easy not to think in these times, when the words their mother taught them found place in their mouth. And the charming smile distracted from the dirt that clung to their clothes, and the red welting where a bruise would be forming on their forearm. They’d always know how to be what others needed, so much so that it was so easy not to see Roman.

09:06 AM

The coffee was cold by the time they made it back to their vineyard. Clad brick walls, that hide engulfed by trimmed leaves- still dewy from the morning mist. Or had Alexander already been down and watered the garden this morning? They could have sworn it was his day off.

Still they place the coffees on the bench, before they take a sip of their own as they start pulling out mushrooms, spinach and eggs to begin breakfast. Their employee taking the shop front for the day meant they were in no real rush.

09:41 AM

Kaos even at this hour would feel like it was sleeping, as Roman walks down to his vineyard with red wine slipping up the sides of a glass they hold as they tumble slightly in their step. It’s not unlike them, to have a taste of the newest batch as they head to the garden for some pruning. Their next harvest days aren’t until August, which means for now it’s simply upkeep. And the drips for the leaves tells Roman that Alexander was certainly here this morning. Yet they don’t want to leave, so they keep themselves busy.

11:29 AM

An ache settles into their muscles, and stiffens their back that they can still feel even after they stepped from the shower, they had in hoped that the hot water that rushed over their body would relieve their dull pain. But the hot water only reminded them of the bruise that would be known on their back, welling up to a vibrant red already. And the way their skin softened around where fingers grasped tightly. A reminder. Sometimes they forget to be quiet around him- since moving out their footsteps have found heavier treading, and they found it harder to be unknown. Not in a way they used to be at least. But they bite their tongue, and dry around where rough hands sculpted him- because by now it’s all too easy to accept.

Their own vineyard looked too perfect today not to share with anyone. Especially after they spent the last few hours in it. Pruning leaves, and mulching the earth. Caring for the plants, each a breathing part of this Island. Thumbs fiddling to find names as they scroll through their phone list, some seem familiar, others have drunken pictures to accompany them- others, Roman guesses they’ll remember the face to the name one day. They open up a familiar name though, looking to the previous sent messages with amusement clinging to their face. And they type out an invite.

03:13 PM

slightly nsfw

They know it’s not love. Tangled bed sheets, and wine soaked breath. Fingernails grazing their back, where bruises are now known. Their breath short, as they kiss tender thighs where the bury their head. Sweat is heavy in the air, that’s now thick to breathe. But all they can smell is the saccharine sweet scent of the other’s perfume flooding the air. Messy are their kisses, that taste of dried apricots, and fresh cherries that left their lips a vibrant stain of red. Roman thinks they could sink their teeth into them and devour them. Or was that the creature they called love that stirred inside them. Beating at their chest, it would threaten to shatter the sculpture that was Roman.

Made to be loved.

Adored.

06:05 PM

They wake to the cool breeze sending goose bumps tailing along their skin, where sweat still clung to cool them- and their arm stretching out to reach to the other. But their bed beside them empty. Their eyes open despite the groggy protest, and the room still smells of honey, and cherries- and overly sweet fruits that could have been fermented. Rotten. It’s the only way anything could be that sweet they think. If it’s truly rotten from the inside. They know that much to at least be true about themselves.

08:24 PM

God, you look just like him.

Delicate hues begin to waft through the sky each night at sun set, something Roman would never truly grow old of seeing. The street lights that ting to life around the roads and cast a glow on the person that stepped from the taxi into the middle of a street coming to life. Idle chatter surrounds them, and swarms their ears in comfort. Home. It would always be home. But there would barley be a shadow of resemblance left on them of the person that came to life in the sun that morning.

It wasn’t the way their pressed shirt seemed too sharp, or the way their shoes polished don’t look like they’ve seen a speck of dirt in their lives. Instead it’s that untraceable mask that lines their face- that smile, too sharp for their own likings. One they hated to see in mirrors, and stretched across their features. They’re not sure the day their father lost his mask, and Roman clung to it so desperately with white-knuckled fists. But it’s there now, staring at them in window reflections.

“Table for Veretta,” Although it’s not needed. They’re always at this restaurant, the same nights, just with different people. Night times in Kaos always were the best times for business, and tonight it wasn’t unlike many others. A big city restaurant owner, who’d travelled quite some distance to be here tonight. Of course it never was just for the vinsanto. It would be to see the island, or a long needed holiday, or somewhere to spend time with the mistress. and of course it was a coincidence, but they had to make time for a meeting.

10:43 PM

Warm chuckles and a honeysuckle voice, Roman and their guest had barley notice the time pass over dinner and the bottles of their own vinsanto that kept the table with flushed cheeks and dark stained lips. The two left with a deal for a few crates shipped every month, and the warmth that fills one’s body be it happiness, good conversation, or intoxication. And Roman can’t stand the idea of simply going home for the night.

FRIDAY

01:13 AM

The night air is cool on the breath, but it doesn’t phase the young couple that stumble around the tiled living room. Roman’s hair disheveled from where the other had their fingers tangled in it, and their laughter wafting through the house- echoing on the brick despite their drunkenly ushered hushes after the outbursts.

SUMMARY TLDR ; 

- 4am early riser, soft boi hours - the moon’s still in the sky as they start riding the bike to their fathers to work on the farm - sad boi hours begin, god it always hits hard in a place filled with memories - roman’s different in the morning, like someone who only becomes known when others tell them what they want. before no one sees them, they’re a blank canvas. working away on the farm, mundane work, keeping busy. - trauma thoughts - on the way home stops past their friends coffee shop - of course they buy coffee for the girl behind them in line, god who isn’t pretty here?? walks her back to her hotel room- oKAY now it’s time to go home to make breakfast - god it’s nice to be loved -  thought it was my employees day off today? oh?? guess not - oh they don’t even have to be working in the cellar because chester already went so ott here and didn’t wanna do mORE - that’s okay, gonna get some wine and make busy work in the garden anyway  - wow everything hurts in the shower, but that’s usual - you know- it wAS really nice in the garden today. can’t keep that all to themselves - mid day booty call anyone?? - wow,,, someone responded- yea okay - mid afternoon naaaaps - they’re not there when he wakes back up, that’s okay - god, is he turning into his dad? - no, no i can’t be. god he’s poisoned them though - good thing there’s a bUSINESS MEETING TO DISTRACT - dressing up, going out- wow he hates how much he is just like his father though.... he really is.... - that goes well, got a new client in a big city, couple crates a week - gonna go celebrate - oop what’s that, we going back to the vineyard at 1am, soaked in alcohol and giggling. yeah fam

[ofagatas]

✨ 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝟎𝟎𝟖 : 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

Linked above you will find Ágata’s working connections page. If I missed anyone or if you come across any mistakes please let me know and I’ll fix them asap!!  ❤