#cosmikal

[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. "

[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. "

[murdershaped]

@cosmikal | asked: lithe / languid. a dead heart beats in quick succession from the exertion. a sheen of sweat over her large form , the smile quite like the cat who finally caught the canary. finally got a taste. though it is not the first time alcina is victorious / not the first time nectar and blood alike have been spilled by her hands and teeth. but the addition of a bed - alcina's , large enough to fit its owner and sinfully plush as had been her desire , had offered up an opportunity. she doesn't discard all her playthings when the main course is done. orin's smaller frame melds between alcina's breasts and over her chest , one leg tucked against the vampire's thigh. one of alcina's hands rests in the curve of the changeling's back , not holding her there , but , certainly a suggestion it should stay.

Exhaustion and a contentment Orin never imagined possible, every nerve had been set alight, their fire RAVAGED the tissue within. Alcina seemed to wield that flame perfectly every time, she knew when a lick of flame was too intense or when it needed the flesh and tissue to SEAR IN THAT BLISSFUL AGONY. The mastery the lady of the castle possessed over its body was dizzying, she had long since SLIPPED PAST their skin. Alcina had been completely absorbed within Orin's veins, every beat of its heart spread her through their body. Every bit of tissue, every organ had long since become hers to control. Orin's body was hers even LONG AFTER the last beat of their fetid heart, the maggots and flies which came to feast upon their carrion would find that Alcina's design had been imprinted her very BEING.

Orin's breathing was only now beginning to return to its normal pace. Their lungs had been SO DEMANDING but a moment ago as the bliss Alcina gave BURST WITHIN. Another means which her mistress affirmed to every part of her that she BELONGED to Alcina. They were an amalgamation of body parts and organs MESHED TOGETHER even though their flesh seemingly kept them completely separate. But Orin felt her in all it did, all they even THOUGHT OF. How her nails seemed to bypass scalp and skull to unspool the matter of their brain to GENTLY PLACE her voice, her image, her EVERY DESIRE before gently sealing it all back up again.

So she did not have to speak, did not have to request for Orin to remain. Her neck craned, chin resting 'pon the swell where her breast began to meet her gaze. She had seen so many emotions in those eyes. Pride, impatience, desire, fury, adoration. But there was a PLEA which Orin was not accustomed to seeing there. It only confirmed what the changeling felt neither of them wanted to part. This game of blissful agony and torturous pleasure was ensaring them both into something UNFAMILIAR, something which plagued Orin day and night. But being here, being ONE WITH HER eased all of the chaos these feelings spurred. In the night it was ALWAYS MOST DREADFUL, when Orin would turn to see that her mistress was not there beside it. That ache was potent enough that Orin found it preferrable to TEAR INTO THE SOFTNESS OF HER BELLY and yank out every inch of intestine. And they would continue to dig and dig within its torso until that MISERABLE LONGING WITHIN was finally gone. Not a feeling left at all.

This was enough, though. To remain here and allow Alcina to dull that pain and replace it with a fullness so perfect it was sure it was SHE who was handcrafted to fulfill all Orin lacked. It gave a small smile to answer that silent question. Yes I will stay. Any lust of its blade paled in comparison to how terribly it longed to remain there with her ; oh how Orin hoped that the look within their eyes conveyed that to her just as Alcina's spoke of HER OWN LONGING. Its head turned to rest again as it resigned to rest. To rest there with her.

[viskozena]

There's a hint of undeniable fear , the kind that makes her brows curve with worry at first , makes bags under the eyes feel heavier & teeth to chew the inside of her mouth , a bit sickening even , so soon there's an attempt to wipe it all clean with a heavy swallow and a cough to clear her throat . -- ' ' I appreciate your cooperation thus far . ' ' Sincere as it humanly can be , only itching to add some coaxing to it - even if she knows it would make no real difference . --- In hindsight , you are hardly able to tell what makes you so afraid , whether it's the familiarity of a man made entity having as much potential as it , or She rather, does . Or maybe it's the way she seems so aware , of everything . But this all is just second guessing , at parts self doubt , as trepidation turns into obvious admiration - although she haven't even tried to hide that prior , nor planned to all .

"under the circumstances I have been shockingly nice." from glados - @cosmikal

-- ' ' Under the circumstances , ' ' Small hesitation , curious gaze fixated on The Other unchangeable . - She makes it sound like a challenge , if not a downright threat of sorts , but the botanist plays along : -- ' ' you really have been ! ' ' - Almost as if to hold back 'pon her excitement , her voice falls back to a more collected tone , a welcoming one , even as hands get tucked behind her pack , fingers hooked into one another in nervous habit .

-- ' ' & What do I owe the pleasure ? ' ' -- Because you have gotten good at dancing on thin ice , you push your luck : -- ' ' You haven't grown fond of me now , have you ? -- I'd feel too lucky . ' '

[alyafae-arch]

how does fenne view people in general ?

fenne has this beautiful gift of seeing strength in people. she sees them for all their flaws but she also knows about their stregth. she may pretend to have a general dislike for people but that's not quite the case at all. it's an act she puts up because the alternative of being vulnerable is much worse to her. she knows some people are awful, she knows most are good. to fenne, everyone has potential and she is always determined to bring it out in the people - which is what makes her so good at her job.

[alyafae-arch]

 how does thalia view the world? ;  where does that world view come from?

thalia views the world a beautiful place. of course she is well aware of all the pain and injustice that is happening but she can also see all the wonderful things the world has to give. her life had been dedicated by war and she grew so tired of it. she had always had a passion for art so one day she decided she wanted more; she wanted to see more. it is very clear through her art how she feels about the world, the good and the bad which is probably why she is an artist in the first place. the world can be cruel but the world can also be so giving. thalia chose to hold onto the positive things because if she only focused on the pain, life would not be worth it. she left themyscira because she was tired of the pain, she came to the world of man because she wanted to find the beauty despite the pain.

[alyafae-arch]

@cosmikal wren! first of all, your selection of muses is amazing. secondly, your writing is just inspiring. i love the way you write, i love your creativity, i love how each of your muses is unique. i’ll never regret having you in my space. you’re easy to talk to and i’m always happy to see you around. you’re truly wonderful! ♥

[alyafae-arch]

"aren’t they beautiful?" diana ( @cosmikal ) said, looking up at the stars, "just like the ones we could see from themyscira. our sisters look upon the same stars." thalia turned her head to look at the other woman. ... "i've painted them a thousand times, and every times i brought me back to themyscira." it had been lifetimes ago since she had last seen the island. in the world of men, she had found a new home and while she had companions there, too, she simply couldn't help but long for the comfort of the place she called her first home. leaving had been no easy decision but tired of war, she longed for a new purpose far away from death. and by the blessing of the gods, she was granted a piece of home once more. "do you miss it? seeing the stars back home?"