#jackalgcd

[primalveined]

@jackalgcd || continued

                         “ as in my death? no. d y i n g, on the other hand.           kind of a weird question to ask somebody, don’t you think? “      

[sonofshadow]

❤

Send me ❤ on anon and I’ll compliment someone at random

!time to praise @jackalgcd

ooc; i’m def gonna send some love to a fellow death god tbh, and especially one that i feel is perfect in every way ! i follow several blogs of theirs on several of mine, and i think that speaks for itself — i love having them on my dash, i love writing with them AND last but not least do i love their characterization so much i could cry <,3 i almost flipped something when i first saw this blog around tbh, and i had to work up courage to follow which is so unlike me omg, but it was WORTH IT ♡

[mcthergcddess-blog]

@jackalgcd

             ❛   yes.   sobek isn’t the one you should go around making promises to that you can’t keep.   ❜

            “ I think Sobek must have let you off lightly. Would you like a towel ? ”

[hcbrismade]

♡ :3

DONE HERE : X

MEME

[reignsdeath-blog]

                        ❛   if you want your old business to run again, you should find mortals. give them powers. make them something special with thr exchange of their loyalty & dedication. & that nightclub won’t be needed anymore.  ❜

@jackalgcd

[wnstxn]

@jackalgcd → starter call

     “ ... You’re ... unexpected. ”

He says it quietly. He was the one to approach the other, his invisible mask had been acting up, sounding inside his head about something. He wasn’t sure what is was - something different, he guessed. He’d archived Mutant and Inhuman Genes, and all known alien species - at least to him. And if his tech was making confused whale noises inside his ear, well - it’s worth something checking out.

[hcbrismade]

                    ❛     what’s up with YOUR SCENT ?     ❜  

@jackalgcd

[diem]

                                                cont. from here !!

      The other’s words elicited an airy laugh from the blonde,     hazel eyes shining bright with mirth. Inebriated though he might be,  she couldn’t resist playing up to the role he appointed her; curls bouncing,        she twirled and twirled until she was a blur of wild blonde locks and pleated chiffon skirt. When she stopped, her freckled cheeks were ruddy.         “If I’m a flower, what does that make YOU?”

                                                                                                                               @jackalgcd