#cosmicstardreamer

[the27percent]

@cosmicstardreamer

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The pun was enough to both have Atieno narrowing their eyes at Neff but also letting out an amused huff.  It’s so damn obvious that it comes back around to be kind of funny.

“Yeah, yeah. I would know.. huh.“

Perhaps they should have seen that coming, given Neff’s history with puns every now and then.

Still, they did seriously listen to her comment about adjusting to this life she had going on now. Such changes were never particularly easy so they couldn’t help but hear her out.

“I get how it would be hard to adjust. You’d think 2 years is plenty of time but.. as you said it’s also very much not. So there’s still so much for you to take in, learn about. And having a deity that’s not helpful in the least only makes things more difficult.“

“I mean yeah it makes sense that it would still be exhausting. You can get a better understanding of why she is the way she is while still being kind of over it. Especially since you’ve had to figure out so much about yourself in the meantime.“

As much as Atieno could kind of get allowing people to discover and whatnot, if someone was directly associated with them - that seemed to suggest some more help or at least space for asking questions is necessary.

#ic #cosmicstardreamer #[pre-established works for me]

[muu-kun]

@cosmicdreamt

Neff wondering what even she needs to explain 😂

"Oh, I is not on of big speaking terms to Neffie yet, but I do have a bone to be picking with her. She always be on what is my ass about worrying about what the people of old times tell me, or of feeling needing to be punished for prolong before 'cepting 'ffection from any kinds of people, but you know what the tiktok has told Muu-kun? That the capricorn people do the same thing. And you know who is a capricorn people? Her is. Checkmate."

#cosmicstardreamer #muu vc: I win

[chaoscrawls]

@cosmicstardreamer​​​

Officers had already blocked off a section of the road, pavement and all, much to the dismay of those simply trying to get by. It was currently late evening. These mortals simply wanted to get home, but between the tape and gawking onlookers the way was impassable. 

Voices soon begin to raise. Clamouring between law enforcement and civilians as they try to gauge what is going on. The tension is palpable. Blue and red lights flicker off the side of the buildings and the deity simply stands far enough back to not be involved but close enough to see all that takes place. The benign chaos is enough to cause the hair on their arms to raise. 

Today this was enough to stave off their boredom, what was even better was they hadn’t had to do any work for it. Though they can’t help themselves. Greed crawls through the deity's gut and  they find themselves gravitating towards the crowd. Craving the discord to flow around them, through them. Bodies move to accommodate their form and soon the Nyarlathotep is completely surrounded. It doesn’t take long for them to wreaking havoc of their own- albeit by accident. In the way of treading on the back of someone's foot. 

❝Apologies.❞ 

Though the word sound far from genuine.

#cosmicstardreamer #;;thread cosmicstardreamer #;;closed starter #tw police #tw accident #✺;;|| The flesh suit

[bclasaeg]

//  As Minato hesitates in front of the café, the people who pass by cast him an irritated look as they maneuver past him. Of all places, he didn’t think a shrink would exist with no advertisement to speak of and he was far from a person who’d trust the word of mouth but at this point he was desperate. 

   He entered the store, spotting the person in question seated near the back of the café. He swallowed and approached, putting his school bag down as he sat. Across from him babbled a blonde covered in piercings and his neck weighed down with spiritual amulets that had it’s gold paint chipped off. 

   “ I heard you can enter dreams? ” Minato enquired, sweat covering his brow. He rubbed his eye, decorated with dark circles. 

   The man gave him assurance, producing a cheap glass ball from his duffle but not before presenting him with a piece of paper. Monthly payment. No guarantee. 

   He picked up the pen. If it could make it go away then money is not an issue...

@cosmicstardreamer​ has chosen death | guest: ‘ minato nishimura ’ 

#cosmicstardreamer #— ❝ ɢᴜᴇsᴛ ᴡʜᴏ ? ❞ | ( minato nishimura. )

[yesfxckyxu]

[ @cosmicdreamt ] cont. from here!

                                              ꧁↠☽《†》☽↠ ꧂

A world lacking balance, which seemed about right.

Truth be told, he wasn't sure what he should have expected by being that honest. But this is a moment where, maybe, things were taking a turn for the better. A risk into the unknown, a jump, a leap of sorts…

Either or, listening to this woman, she seemed to be just as an open book—regardless of how out-of-this-world this conversation seemed to be turning into.

“A dreamer?” He echos, brows raised a bit, curious as to what that word could mean, “You already have me guessin' what's in store…”

Admittedly, he wouldn't be surprised that anyone else who had any sort of 'sense' would hear that and already assume that this was some sort of prank. Or that, this woman is delusional.

But, admittedly, Jack found the idea intriguing. More on the aspect that there is so much more to this world than what is seen. And by those paintings, by those words, he could feel that there was something more behind that voice. Behind those words.

Experience.

Facing her, he places his hands in his pockets, but his stance… Accepting.

“Show me. What is a 'Dreamer', and what of this training? What is more to this world that you know so well?”

#reach for the stars!; #ic; #cosmicstardreamer #beta edit; #(( i have kept you waiting )) #(( but i hope this is worth the wait! ))

[smokes-and-bullets]

@cosmicstardreamer Night Out~

It was something simple planned  for the two to spend a night out. For him and Neff to go out and just hang out together at a nice restaurant and dress up in formal attire. He made the reservations and time, making sure it was fine by her and what days was good for her. Preparing before heading out to pick her up, using one of the many cars available to him and anyone else really in this organization. Nice night out, a taxi wasn’t fitting for this. Dressed in the usual black dress shoes and pants, with a black vest and purple button up. Nothing too new but his hair had a different look. Tied back in a high ponytail, his bangs slicked back to stay out of his eyes said for a few strands. It was rare he dressed up for something he genuinely wanted to do and he was going to go all out here. 

A black Mercedes pulling up to where she lived before giving Neff a text that he arrived. Not to rush and that they still had time. Leaning back into the seat while he waited, staring up at the night sky, same constellations, same patterns though it would move with the earth’s rotation, the stars were always there. Always brought him some comfort. Less lonely, felt less alone and unlike people, they never left. Humming to himself as he waited and checked his phone if she replied. Excited for the night, to go out with a friend rather than a client or someone paying for his company. It was different sure, but welcome and new. 

#cosmicstardreamer #Hope this is alright!

[artthatcathesmymind]

#turning red #red velvet #bloodbath #red aesthetic #red and black #red color #cosmicconsciousness #cosmic love #cosmicstardreamer

[baphometed]

The weather was cooler and dreary today - and while most people would consider that 'bad weather' to her it was comforting and perfect. She'd gotten her favorite mug with a warm drink, a sweet snack, and got her laptop set up in a way she could comfortably watch some videos.

She was mid sip when she notices the door opening, holding that position as she watches him emerge and close it behind him. She stares at him for a good few seconds before putting the mug down, pausing said video, and removing one of the pads of her headset from her ears.

"So how many times now does that make you coming out of the closet?"

❝     nine or ten times at th’ least here.     ❞          his  reply  was  effortless,  though  he  was  partly  surprised  that  he  was  in  neffs  house.  his  key  usually  spat  him  out  at  locations  he  felt  safe  at  a  distance.  he  was  half  expecting  shibuya  but  this  was  america.  he  hadn’t  connected  the  fact  that  he  had  wanted  to  see  neff  as  to  why  he  was  here,  yet.  the  fact  he  didn’t  feel  sick  immediately  and  that  he  wasn’t  having  any  strong  adverse  effects  to  using  his  magic  for  long  distances  was  a  tribute  to  the  growth  of  his  power  (especially  of  late).  

once  he  was  sure  the  lock  did  it’s  job;  he  carefully  pressed  away  from  the  door  and  backed  up  to  watch  it  intently.  there  was  a  loud  crashing  sound  that  reverberated  through  the  walls;  like  something  had  run  against  it  and  stammed  into  the  door  which  made  the  witch  run  into  neffs  kitchen  to  find  the  salt  in  the  cabinet.  sliding back  into  the  hall,  he  slid  to  his  knee  and  laid a thick  line  of   salt  down along  the  door  to  keep  the  entity  that  was  following  him,  out. 

❝     shit- shit- shit- shIT- SHIT--       ❞

@cosmicstardreamer​

#cosmicstardreamer #* ☥ ･ﾟ:* —— ❝ SHORT. #// its too funny help

[springtwirling]

@cosmicstardreamer​  GRABS YOU. TAKE THIS 

“──’ey, chiquita? D’ya have a momen’ ta speak wit’ me?”

The last time they spoke was... less than ideal. And quite frankly he’s still not sure where he overstepped or misstepped in that entire conversation. But he knows he needs someone to see the Truth, his Truth, and if anyone is going to see it from an unbiased viewpoint that isn’t Clemency, then it would be her.

“I... kinda want ta show ya this. I’s important.”

Facing him would alight upon a different visage from normal. 

A previously red tinted coat with tarnished gold that sometimes you couldn’t fully see  (made to represent the seas turning sick with blood against a sunset)  now a brilliant navy blue with well taken care of gold patterning throughout the fabric. A sash around his waist with magic woven through it in a specific pattern to complement the runes in his gun, which is now FAR more decorated with a sequence of runes that weren’t there before, also wrapped at the grip with a twine and a token of a silver ‘C’ that echoes like a bell. Boots that once looked like plain leather, now finely decorated and sewn with a pair of bells meant to ward off evil spirits and welcome kind ones. An engagement ring on his left hand that not even Nefeloma has seen, slightly scratched but otherwise still brightly shining. Hair long over his shoulders but not tangled and wild and messy with dirt and blood, but rather clean and seemingly freshly brushed.

“Think you’d be willin’ ta list’n ta me fer a bi’?”

#cosmicstardreamer #plot: the deal #( raphael | ic. ) #( raphael | v01 of chaos & hidden daggers & red flags at sunset. ) #:3c.

[s4crificial-a]

     “ . . .CATMINT. ”

     Did that have to be the first word out of his mouth? He was supposed to say ‘Hey, welcome to Ladyfloras. I’m Cody.’ whenever a new customer entered. Instead, he commented on the shade of her eyes—a strange, uncommon lavender like the herb. His nape reddens, grateful to use the counter as a shield from any further embarrassment. 

     Try again. “ Uh. . . ”  Again. “ Sorry, your eyes made me think of catmint. Are you interested in herbs? Tea made from its leaves can be good for. . .” Menstrual cramps come to mind, but how can he advise a woman on something he doesn’t experience? “ Stress. ” 

closed starter / @cosmicstardreamer​​. 

#cosmicstardreamer #{ cody ; ic } — your suffering is loud. #{ cody ; closed starter } — careful. i hear everything. #/ poor babes- #/ here you go! lmk if i need to change anything c: #/ queued.

[sapphiresands-moved]

@cosmicstardreamer​: [[ sometimes you're just there to vibe and that's okay uwu Existence doesn't always have to be related to cosmic horrors LMAO ]]

The endless snake god of time, lurking in the depths of the dreamscape, now sealed away by three displeased gods. Staring into its’ eyes causes insanity as every timeline and reality flashes before your eyes--

Meanwhile, Sevren, a fragment of this thing:

...

“Hey, Neff, give me a latte with every type of syrup and piled high with cream.”

#save me it's amazing #cosmicstardreamer

[musaics]

“So. . They are bombs that don’t blow up or cause any pain.”  Ula comments in a melodic tone, leaning in close to Neff’s work station to take in the various glitterly, good-smelling things called bath bombs.  “They dissolve in water and are soothing.” 

A particularly bright and glittery bomb catches their attention.  Delicately, the alien plucks the round thing from the table and rotate their wrist around.  Glittery jet black meets neon green, playful magenta, and moody purple.   It looked like a galaxy.  Ula lifts the crumbly sphere to their nose and give an obnoxiously loud sniff.  It smelled of mint and something else that they were unfamiliar with.

“Oh, Nefeloma, this is beautiful.  It smells good.  But I can’t eat it, can I?” No, you cannot.

starter from ula to @cosmicstardreamer​ ‘s Neff! 

#cosmicstardreamer #starter ( ula ) #v; I know a little of everything a much of nothing ( ula ; main verse ) #I deadass went thru like 8 pages of Neff headcanons today #and saw that she loves DIY stuff #Ula also does #and who doesnt like bath bombs???

[simiasung-a]

@cosmicstardreamer​

"Sure you can. Just tell him to shut the fuck up and use that mouth for something better. "

SPEECHLESS.

#cosmicstardreamer #𝄢 · 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐞. ✦ ( ic. ) #( mention → felidaecantus. ) #nsfw* #( NOTHINGS COMING OUT ) #( THATS A FIRST )

[felidaecantus]

@cosmicstardreamer​ 

"So about that microwave"

SHUT UP, SHE TOOK MY ICE CREEEEAAAAAMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#π ‘ﾟ ‣ ʟᴏɢɪᴄɪsᴍ // ic #cosmicstardreamer #simiasung #I CANT HAVE ANYTHING

[informateurparia]

⇛ @cosmicstardreamer | ◣taken from here◥

“And you deal with that all the time?”

Seeing the madness that was unfolding before her for the day was bad enough, she couldn’t imagine the informant having to deal with the whiplash of professionalism and….whatever the hell those two were going through over there. The instant they started arguing was the moment her company suggested they take a seat because ‘this is gonna take a while’.

“I think I’d have tried to kill them by now.” She doesn’t even look his way but the box of pocky in her hand was offered in his direction for him to take one should he desire. “Here. Sweet treats are much better than bickering colleagues, don’t you agree?~”

► ◣🔫◥ || Dante was listening to the witch as she spoke in that surly smoothing voice regarding what he constantly deals with on almost a daily basis. Never mind the fact that he gets paid for this either - it was above his pay grade half of the time.

"Yea, I deal wit' this a' the time. They don't really stop wit' their nonsense."

Blinking for a few moments, the informant decided to take the offering of the pocky before placing it between his lips. The sweet chocolate felt comforting to him as he released a pleasing noise of contentment.

"Sorry ya got dragged int' this mess."

#cosmicstardreamer #▻ ◣💀 ◥ the illusion of being here: queued #► ◣🔫◥ the flow to time & information verse: main #(LMAO let it be canon - that's the base of Neff's relationship with Dante)