[khozmoh]

#𝙺𝙷𝙾𝚉𝙼𝙾𝙷  —  mutual's  only,  low  -  activity,  18+  roleplay  account  for  my  s.tilinski  twin  oc.  canon  compliant,  headcanon  heavy.   ADULT ADAPTATION , HORROR BASED .   TRIGGER WARNINGS : mentions of suicide & self - harm . blood, gore, violence, etc .  crossover verses available . ( chey , 25+ , woc ) default verse , computer analyst & supernatural witsec extraordinaire . CARRD.

[volatilehearted]

"Who the fuck is Jack Reacher? No, I'm not Jack Reacher, obviously, but I'm me and you're you, and put together we're smarter than like everyone except Lydia, I feel like we can do this?" That may in fact be nothing more than wishful thinking, considering that they're currently standing just outside of this purported trap discussing its trap nature in not exactly quiet tones. Stiles has no self awareness at all, as is typical for him.

[khozmoh]

❝ jesus. the drifter, badass army dude in those books i used to read? they made a tv series! ❞ cosmo complained exasperatedly, temporarily forgetting that he was more irritated at the fact they were walking into a trap than the fact that stiles still hadn't watched the reacher series. ❝ forget it, nevermind. this is a stupid idea. what are we even looking for? ❞

[cardsknight]

Didn't have time? Didn't have TIME? Did they EVER have time? Honestly, with how long Cards spent in a myriad of dreams, it was a wonder he managed to keep track of time at all and with how skewed his sense of chronology was, he never really knew how much time he actually had. All he could focus on was the present -- and right now, that present was screaming at him that there was a very real danger for not only this guy, but the whole universe.

Whatever he was planning on doing with that case, it would cause an entire series of events to unravel like some fucked up butterfly effect and this realm really couldn't take that level of existential onslaught right now!

When it was reiterated that Cards was a psychic, though, his own eyes widened as he noticed the changes in the pupils of this man. Oh shit. Did he just unknowing trigger something? Thankfully, there was no violent retaliation, just an explanation of the usual suspects that came calling.

"Yeah ... well ... I can't speak for other psychics, but I like to keep a low profile ..." he quietly explained, lowering his hands again to lightly tug on his sleeve out of nervousness. "People find out you can see the future and they'll either see you as a threat or they'll take advantage of you. Either way, it's not something I like to broadcast, y'know?"

Normally, he WOULD have his partner there -- his guardian -- for that added protection against those who would mean to do him harm/take advantage of him ... but she was MIA and that in turn made him even more anxious.

"So ... uh ... uhm, you good? To uhm, NOT pursue that case, right? Please? For the sake of all creation or something?"

[khozmoh]

cosmo preferred not to open himself up to his sight, if he had it his way, he'd never use it at all. but he'd be lying if it didn't come in handy when strangers turned up on his doorstep making bold claims about the end of the world. the world expanded, coming to life in vibrant technicolour, and he felt that pull of otherness, of the worlds beneath and between suddenly closing in. he stared at the stranger in front him and he appeared . . . ordinary. normal. human.

he frowned. letting his sight spill over him. the stranger was normal enough but there were threads woven around him like an elaborate spiders web. he'd never seen anything like it before. he blinked, pupils dilating and the world around him shrunk back to normal. ❝ sounds familiar, ❞ cosmo said pointedly.

if he had a better sense of humour, cosmo imagined he might have laughed when the stranger asked if he would let the matter drop but if anything, it only told cosmo that he was well and truly out of his depth.

❝ oh, yeah. totally. ❞ cosmo said, nodding as he reached out and patted cards on the shoulder. he offered a humourless smile, then grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt and pulled him into his apartment. ❝ you're gonna tell me your name. then you're going to tell me exactly what you know. starting with how exactly my interfering with a kidnapping is going to end the world. ❞

[khozmoh]

he was lost, drowning, sinking into a place he didn't recognise. nothing made sense, everything was a lie and he seemed the only one to realise it. his brother was gone and no one remembered him. he felt mad, like whatever tight reign he had on his sanity was falling apart right in front of him.

it had to be magic, some twisted fucked up curse. he knew he had a brother. a twin. they'd been inseparable. it was stiles that had introduced him to scott, stiles who brought him to allison and lydia and liam and all the others. but they couldn't remember him, looked at him like he was crazy when he tried to tell them.

" you're right — too many things don't line up here. "

cosmo felt his stomach flip uncomfortably in his gut. he stared at her, more aware of himself than he'd ever been. he'd been ranting. raving even. half deranged with panic and frustration and she just . . . ❝ you— you believe me? ❞ he didn't know if he wanted to laugh or cry, relief washed over him in a flood and cosmo pulled her into a hug. he held her close, desperate and shaking. // @dvarapala .

[khozmoh]

it was happening all over again. stuck in this goddamn shithole while the world around him warped into something he couldn't even recognise. eichen house was as miserable as it ever was. cold, cruel and lonely. how the fucking place was still running, he couldn't quite figure out and he couldn't bring himself to care either.

“ how do you sleep at night? ”

❝ by getting drugged, ❞ cosmo said deadpanned. he was still struggling against the last sedatives he'd been forced to take. lethargic and with a pounding headache, the staff had clearly felt he was pliant enough to be allowed to mingle with the rest of the crazies.

❝ i wouldn't otherwise. tell you what, meet me at dinner and i'll swap you meds, ❞ // @tr4umaborn , abigail hobbs .

[khozmoh]

life was complicated, people were confusing, and things never went the way they were supposed to. for years he'd been a regular at blooms & brew, the cafe was only a block from the office and tucked away enough that it got a steady stream of activity without being choked to death by swarms of coffee addicts at all hours of the day like some of the larger chain cafes in the area.

cosmo had known what jae was the first time he'd seen him, and not by any fault of his own. therianthropes, or shifters, all had the same tell to someone like cosmo. he'd caught a glimpse of jae's golden eyes, seen the wolf rolling just under his skin and on days when the full moon was closing in, that wolf would be straining, pulling, stretching, gnawing at the human skin that contained it.

you're fucking kidding me, right?

❝ if i was kidding, this would be funny. ❞ cosmo remarked dryly. he wasn't in the habit of exposing anyone for what they were, he'd of been happy to continue ordering his usual ( a blonde roast with hazelnut ), and pretending like he didn't know.

❝ look man, i'm just letting you know there's been an uptake in hunter activity around the area, ❞ cosmo pressed, trying ( and possibly failing ) to bring the conversation back around to its purpose. ❝ so, i don't know, changing routines or taking some leave might be a good idea. ❞ // @neukjae .

[ohmywardens-blog]

PSA:

    if you play ANY sort of villainous character - from a pick-pocket to a full-scale serial killer - and i follow you, please know that i’ve come into this FULL WELL what i’m signing up for. i don’t expect you to soften your character for me, i’m not going to complain when they aren’t nice to my characters, and i honestly probably love watching them do what they do. not all characters are going to be the “good guys”, or the type of villain that can be redeemed. not everyone has a tragic backstory that makes them do the things they do - some people enjoy it, others just do it because they can, and for some it’s all they know. yes, there are villains with a soft spot or two - this doesn’t mean they need to change everything. our characters become friends/lovers even though my character is a “good guy”? you keep doin’ you. keep stealing those purses, killing those people, burning those villages to the ground. 

        tl;dr - I DIDN’T FOLLOW YOU BECAUSE I WANTED SOMETHING SOFT AND EASY - you keep bein’ a villain, babe, cause you’re  just as excellent as the heroes.

[khozmoh]

𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽:  physique .

Cosmo has a medium to solid build with well-defined muscular structure, he's neither overweight nor underweight, though his weight can fluctuate due to his poor eating habits. He has a pale complexion with neutral and cool undertones and dark body hair. He's covered in various birth and beauty marks and random scatterings of freckles can become visible after spending time in direct sunlight.

Cosmo isn't particularly dedicated to maintaining his weight or his muscle definition, his physique is purely coincidental to his commitment to running, lift training, and attending BJJ classes three times a week which keeps him active and fit.

Cosmo rarely dresses for his body, preferring oversized clothing he can shrink himself into. Because of his clothes, often too large for him, and his poor posture, he can appear shorter and thinner than he really is.

[dweetling]

CONFLICT || short askbox prompts to initiate conflict

you're fucking kidding me, right?

stop. just -- stop.

you don't care about anyone but yourself.

you were a mistake.

hit me, then.

fuck you.

get fucked.

screw you, dude.

i swear to God if you don't shut up . . .

don't fucking touch me.

do us both a favor and just die.

you're a joke.

you really think you have the upper hand?

you'll have to kill me, then.

i wasted so much time on you.

i saw what you did.

i'm going to turn you in.

you can't hide from the truth.

the law will catch up to you, just wait and see.

you must think you're untouchable.

your secret is out.

are you threatening me?

am i supposed to be afraid of you?

you don't scare me.

was that your plan?

you're pathetic.

how do you live with yourself?

how do you sleep at night?

[leotanaka]

Make Me Choose Anonymous asked: Juliette Silverton or Barbara Kean

Don’t piss off a woman with claws

[khozmoh]

it was hard not to think of himself when he looked at jason. they looked nothing alike, but the way jason stood : shoulders bunched up against his ears, glaring up at him through pale lashes with something akin to defiance. he wondered how many times he's stood the same way while looking up at his father and wondered how his dad ever took him seriously.

" i'm not scared of you. "

cosmo's expression soured and he took a step forward. rebellion was a good thing, nonconformity, assertiveness, bravery. these were all things that cosmo was happy jason was learning, but it was one thing to be able to stand up for himself and another to trample on others to do it.

❝ good. i don't want you to be scared of me. ❞ cosmo said, ❝ but i do want you to respect me. if you have a problem with me or you think i've done or said something that you don't like, you're gonna tell me and we're gonna talk about it. because i love you. ❞

he let his words hang between them. ❝ so . . . what's the problem? ❞ // @pinkopaqued , jason stilinski .

[khozmoh]

cosmo seriously contemplated not moving. the grass was soft. significantly softer than the footpath rail he'd just slammed into. lying flat on his back, he even had a nice view of the cloudless sky above him. not a bad sight after eating concrete.

" holy shit, are you okay ? "

jason's voice was an octave higher than normal, something between shock and concern lacing his colourful choice of words. he really needed to stop swearing around jason. stiles was going to kick his ass. cosmo grunted and gave jason a somewhat unenthusiastic thumbs up.

❝ 'm fine, ❞ cosmo said when jason came into view above him. ❝ it's just my pride that's hurt . . . and my guts . . . and probably my spleen. ❞ cosmo sighed, pushing himself slowly into a sitting position.

❝ that's what we call a wipe out, jason. it's when someone tries to do something and fails miserably. ❞

[khozmoh]

the space behind his eyes throbbed, pain splitting through his skull in white hot flashes. he might of screamed if he could remember how. instead, he sat, curled forward with his face buried in his hands, teeth bared and panting. every heart beat, every thump of his pulse, every second that his blood flowed through his veins, the pain flared. it wouldn't stop. it couldn't stop. nothing else existed except the pain and the dark.

❝ don't. just . . . gimme a second. ❞ cosmo managed to chew the words out past gritted teeth. he jerked out of liam's hands, and it had to be liam. he'd been with him when it happened. it, being walking into a pit of half starved, moon drunk feral shifters. cosmo wasn't entirely sure what he'd done, but one moment he and liam were being surrounded and the next . . .

" shut up and let me help you. "

cosmo opened his eyes to glare at liam. his pupils had dilated to something resembling normal but the whites were bloodied red. he squinted at liam through the harsh light when he grabbed him again, lifting cosmo to his feet. another burst of pain and cosmo was forced to squeeze his eyes closed again. reluctantly, cosmo leaned on liam for support. he couldn't hear the feral growls of shifters so cosmo could only guess that he'd either pulled liam and himself into some kind of in-between space.

❝ well . . . at least we know what the gigante's are doing with all those missing shifters. ❞ // @pinkopaqued , liam dunbar .

[khozmoh]

would cosmo play dress to impress w jason

he has no idea what that is and neither do i

but yes

yes he would

[khozmoh]

there was nowhere to go, nowhere to hide, nothing they could do. cosmo swallowed thickly, pushing his hair out of his face as he swept the room, trying to find something, anything but the building was half under construction, this floor didn't even have exterior walls or windows. they were sitting ducks waiting for the inevitable.

" we are so fucked. "

❝ jesus, fred. that your expert opinion or do you actually have something helpful to say? ❞ cosmo snapped. famous last words and they were going to be sarcastic. cosmo could hear the horror clambering on its too many legs on the other side of the door. the smell of it was rancid, a rotten thing dug up during the construction.

cosmo glanced over fred's shoulder, there was no light outside, they were too high up. he shifted his weight, he'd always hated heights. ❝ you know how birds teach their chicks to fly? ❞ cosmo asked, a nervous lint to his voice as he spoke. before fred could answer, cosmo rushed her. he wrapped both arms around her waist and dove off the side of the building. // @pinkopaqued , fryderika stilinski .

[khozmoh]

cosmo tossed a flashbang over his shoulder as they ran and no sooner had they rounded a corner of the maze, did he hear the bang and furious roar of the minotaur. they kept running, taking corners and racing down unfamiliar corridors while the monster screamed behind them, hoofed footsteps making the ground shake with every step but it was further away now.

" we are so fucked, and not in the fun way, either. "

❝ gee lou, why don't you tell me what you really think? ❞ cosmo snapped as he unshouldered his backpack. he reached inside, scrambling through the contents blindly until he found what he was looking for. he pulled a landmine from his pack, handing it to lou and digging into his bag for another.

❝ set these on the walls, i'm sick of this shit. ❞ // @nosestealer .

[khozmoh]

cosmo squinted at her, a blurred shape that resembled a person. he might have questioned who she was, but he knew few people with hair that bright.

" That looks like it hurts. "

❝ does it? i didn't notice. ❞ cosmo snorted as he struggled to push his glasses up his nose while he had a bag of frozen peas pressed up against one half of his face. cosmo tongued at his split lip, the swelling had already spread and he could still taste the metallic sting of blood.

cosmo exhaled a deep breath and met her gaze. now that he could see her face clearly he still wasn't sure if she was concerned or amused. ❝ it's not that bad. still got all my teeth. ❞ // @ru5t .