@ethiccnic replied to your post: giles with… his hair in… a pony tail…
sorry i just picture isis onyx holding that ponytail in her fist (:
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@ethiccnic replied to your post: giles with… his hair in… a pony tail…
sorry i just picture isis onyx holding that ponytail in her fist (:
i spit out my tEA
@creolejesus
LMAO FUCK OFF. BIG TIDDY CREW HERE. FIND SUM ELSE TO BE PRESSED ABOUT. ISSA BEAUTIFUL DAY.
LITERALLYYY LIKE OUT OF EVERYTHING U CAN BE MAD AT ME FOR THIS IS WHAT YOUPICK
womanholy | “Don’t listen to them. You did EVERYTHING you could.”
@womanholy || memes
HE KILLED THE UNSUB – THE BOY – three days shy of his twentieth birthday . he wonders what his jack will be like at that age , out of high school and on his way to a degree ( if he has anything to say about it ) , if he will be more bookish like he once was , or more jovial and carefree like his late mother . he wonders if his son will still be speaking to him , or perhaps they’ll grow apart . he hopes not .
her words float across the space between them .
he wonders if his son , too , will die before his time .
the unsub’s name , after all , was jack .
❝ they’ve already started the investigation , ❞ he begins , his voice low and filled with – what , resignation ? perhaps . he questions himself as well , questions his choices and his orders which culminated in the unsub’s death : what if he’d skipped his coffee that morning ; what if he’d walked faster down the corridor ; what if he hadn’t stopped to chat with rossi at the airport terminal – scattered moments which could’ve been better spent , which could’ve altered the events of today .
❝ strauss believes this could’ve ended another way . maybe she’s right , ❞ he continues , the words bitter on his tongue – strauss has had her eyes on his position as team leader for years , not for herself , but for someone else better suited for the job .
he wonders if jack knows that sometimes , even superheroes can’t save everyone .
💔 from ammit
45. my muse commits murder to save yours
the murder of a god was not a feat easily performed, but it could be done. overtime, collects of spells were gathered, secrets spread from other gods among differing pantheons. it was an effective method to wipe out the competition. could they not just live harmoniously among one another?
to bind a goddess, especially one of ammit’s caliber, took a powerful being. and to kill her? they must have known only what other deities of her pantheon could know. they had brought her forth through incantation and prayer and bound her to their plane with magic unlike anything ash had seen before. they were experienced practitioners, no doubt, but they hadn’t expected company.
their golden blade dipped in mud made from the sand in thebes raised, but instead of being met with the heart of the devouress, it was met by the celestial blade of the prince. ash had followed the call, having felt unease when she had received it. something had told him to go, to see what exactly she was summoned for. the thought of what would have happened if he hadn’t followed only fueled his battle against the masked being.
metal on metal sung out as the pair fought before the bound goddess, ash standing between her and the one that wished to snuff out her flame. it was a close match, whomever hid behind the masked visage clearly experienced in both battle and whatever ritual this may have been. but, they were no match for the demon’s devotion to her. in a swift motion, the dagger was flung from the assailant’s hand; the silver blade crafted of holy armor plunged forth into the other’s chest before it was ripped out and swung through his neck. the masked head rolled to the floor before ash turned to ammit. he dragged the tip of the blade through the painted seal, feeling the rush of her powers back to her as it was broken.
“are you alright?”
bxleyn to hurrem | ❛ the sun will rise and we will try again. ❜
“for all we manage to do, men certainly do make a mess of it. it is a muddy task, which only women are rightly equipped for. the ruling of WORLDS cannot be left to lesser-thans.”
devouress to streng | ‘ i am fucking divine. ’
“you are. you are a being meant to be worshiped. any who don’t should be smote.”
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