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War doesn’t care much for humans or angels or anyone really. He doesn’t think of God as higher than him. He was a coward! Hiding away as his creations fell farther and farther from grace. He doesn’t believe in the bullshit that is he works in mysterious ways. Maybe he would be more inclined to believe something was up if Death had spoken to him recently. See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil. An existence wasted. And now with Death’s growing fondness for the Winchesters, it was becoming clearer that he was the one who was far superior to all. ❛You wish,❜ he replied to her presumptuous words. He had no conscience, no guiding hand that made him do anything. She was a fool to think so, but that doesn’t surprise him. People had a way of underestimating him, of thinking that he was subject to their rules. What was WAR but LAWLESSNESS? She’s going to squander away any good will she might have earned. ❛Did you have anything specific in mind or were you going to wing it?❜
She would never be able to read his mind like she could the future, but she saw it there, that disrespect. She hated it; all she was trying to do was play nice, and here he went, giving her that look. ❝ Wing it?” she repeats the words as if she’s never heard them before. ❝ No, ❞ head shakes, fingers dancing along the blade of her old shears, ❝ not wing it, per se, but WINGS. Do you understand? ❞ A joke that is crudely crafted does not make her laugh any less sincere. ❝ Castiel must be stopped before we move on; I will not allow him to befoul my design. ❞
dionism:
[ sᴍs ➝ 😻 ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ᴘᴀɴᴛs 😻 ] : a tremendous feat 🙌 🙌 🙌 hope it comes with a reward [ sᴍs ➝ 😻 ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ᴘᴀɴᴛs 😻 ] : and ask the spiders to prolong their mini vacation [ sᴍs ➝ 😻 ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ᴘᴀɴᴛs 😻 ] : don’t think i’m leaving this meeting anytime soon :(
[ sᴍs ➝ my pussy-cat ♥ ] : how could you? [ sᴍs ➝ my pussy-cat ♥ ] : the flood has already washed the spiders out. [ sᴍs ➝ my pussy-cat ♥ ] : i’ll wait with bated breath, [ sᴍs ➝ my pussy-cat ♥ ] : for my kitty to come home and give me a nice long 👅.
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Below the surface everyone is pretty complicated. Based on your answers, we think the following three traits are important strands in your personality:
AMBITION
You have a strong sense of potential and an intense drive to accomplish difficult things. The core of this is your ability to hold together the big goals and the daily efforts. Where other people’s hopes collapse when they encounter the tedium of the journey, you keep coming back. Oddly, it is actually your ability to endure feeling unheroic that counts. You know the power of working away solidly on what’s in front of you.
AGGRESSION
One part of your character is anger in all its forms: frustration, outrage – and when anger is suppressed – bitterness, grumpiness, and bodily aches. Fundamentally, frustration comes from hope: you get upset because you expect your life will be more than a valley of tears. One way to deny aggression is to direct it inwards, as self-criticism. But you’re at your best when you acknowledge anger, and act it out clearly and in a focused way, with honour.
PLAYFULNESS
You are good at seeing what’s funny, at relaxing and finding the pleasure of the moment. Play is random, whimsical, fantasy-driven behaviour which releases internal tension. Because it is detached from some pressures it allows you to act on weirder, perhaps neglected, parts of yourself. The downside is that it is no help in sticking with things that are not much fun but which need to be addressed. So it is well complemented by its opposite, Stoicism.
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dionism:
[ sᴍs ➝ 😻 ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ᴘᴀɴᴛs 😻 ] : in that case, i’ll just let ‘em RIP [ sᴍs ➝ 😻 ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ᴘᴀɴᴛs 😻 ] : your bone structure is giving my bone structure. [ sᴍs ➝ 😻 ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ᴘᴀɴᴛs 😻 ] : are you an archaeologist? because i’ve got a bone for you to examine. [ sᴍs ➝ 😻 ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ᴘᴀɴᴛs 😻 ] : is your name osteoporosis? because you’ve given me a serious bone condition [ sᴍs ➝ 😻 ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ᴘᴀɴᴛs 😻 ] : i love your hair, your eyes, your smile─ i love every bone in your body… especially mine
[ sᴍs ➝ my pussy-cat ♥ ] : oh, yes. i love it when you talk punny to me. [ sᴍs ➝ my pussy-cat ♥ ] : i’m getting shivers [ sᴍs ➝ my pussy-cat ♥ ] : you have successfully unsettled the cobwebs, my dear [ sᴍs ➝ my pussy-cat ♥ ] : hurry before they decide to come back.
dionism:
[ sᴍs ➝ 😻 ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ᴘᴀɴᴛs 😻 ] : sorry honey [ sᴍs ➝ 😻 ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ᴘᴀɴᴛs 😻 ] : but i didn’t find that humerus [ sᴍs ➝ 😻 ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ᴘᴀɴᴛs 😻 ] : might have a different bone to offer you tho [ sᴍs ➝ 😻 ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ᴘᴀɴᴛs 😻 ] : nsfw.jpeg
[ sᴍs ➝ my pussy-cat ♥ ] : mmm, yes. you know what i like. [ sᴍs ➝ my pussy-cat ♥ ] : all these puns are making me... boney.
It may seem like I’m a sarcastic asshole 24/7, but I’m actually only a sarcastic asshole 18/7 because at night I actually have feelings.
SPOT ME, BRO.
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[ sᴍs ➝ 😻 ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ᴘᴀɴᴛs 😻 ] : someone leaked ur nudes on the internet [ sᴍs ➝ 😻 ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ᴘᴀɴᴛs 😻 ] : nsfw.jpeg
[ sᴍs ➝ my pussy-cat 🏩 ] : wow. [ sᴍs ➝ my pussy-cat 🏩 ] : i guess you could say i’m drop [ sᴍs ➝ my pussy-cat 🏩 ] : DEAD gorgeous. [ sᴍs ➝ my pussy-cat 🏩 ] : dion, did you get it? [ sᴍs ➝ my pussy-cat 🏩 ] : that was funny. why are you not texting me back. i have a bone to pick with you.
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❛ HUMANS ARE SUCH EASY PREY. so fragile, so vulnerably to every little thing ; it is a wonder they have expanded at all. yet, even their staggering numbers work against them. the right amount of suggestion can spark an all-consuming wildfire of paranoia : it’s charming, really. ❜
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❝ Are they? ❞ She drags one finger along an old banister and brings it up for inspection right between her eyes, sees the dust there settling in the creases of her cockled skin — and licks it clean with a swipe of her tongue. Her body shudders like an old house in a storm before she settles once more, long enough to focus her attention on her current companion ( willing or not, she didn’t give him the option when she took to trailing after him for her own entertainment ). ❝ It is in their nature to fail. Like ants. Sometimes you just want to crush them,” she clutches at air, squeezing tight her fingers, ❝ but they always come back somehow. Like cockroaches. Ants or cockroaches? ❞
- kisses the beautiful baby girl on the head -
Aisaprided herself on knowing all that there was to know about the Gods. Zeus is, and alwayswill be, handsome and bloodthirsty, but never more dangerous than when he was agentleman; Poseidon, with his sea weary eyes and confident smile, hid the longing for a broken father deep in his ocean wide lungs; Hades was muchsimpler despite his complex silence — he wanted life.
Enigmaticand erratic. Aisa knew too much but never gave away enough. It is why shefinds comfort in the blanket of night her mother provided. Nyx was ethereal andbeautiful. She cradled the stars in her breasts and planets in her eyes, andAisa never really could comprehend the inner workings of her infinite mind. One couldreach out and grasp the night, think they have her between their fingers, and thenshe slips away like a shadow or a thought. A thought is a better description,Aisa muses. Sometimes she forgot. Sometimes it was hard to pictureher mother’s features. Sometimes, when she curled fingers into rusty shears andcut through glowing threads of ephemeral souls, her mother slipped from her memory.
So,with the desperation only a child might understand, Aisa clings to thesemoments. The Fate was never able to appreciate them when her mind had beenfilled with nothing but the patterns of mortal lives, so she made up where heremotions once lacked. Now, she reached out for her mother with creaking fingers,sallow and reaching arms.
I missyou.
Rudy Francisco x