#mythosa

[sigulary]

Commission from October

Requested by @mythosa

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[slayerled]

I'm crying-

[wickedlehane]

HUGS feat. Faith with Buffy (let’s be real, i cannot possibly tag every incredible buffy I know), @lostsovl, and Angel (namely @perfectanguish)

TAGGED BY: @pryceism

TAGGING: [you!]

[hcnyou]

when your bb @mythosa sends you this masterpiece of a sweater, you wear it and do a photoshoot.

[decoresca-archive-2021]

honestly, i feel so lucky that i found @mythosa in 2007... like, knowing her and being her friend is the greatest feeling and i wish this feeling of completeness for everyone who is lucky enough to find it. i got very lucky to find a best friend and the other half of my brain... like she is my rp soulmate. 🥺

[magaprima]

@mythosa​

“Why?” She asked, genuinely bewildered by the offer. She’d come here out of some...vain desperate effort to turn to someone who just might have what it took to keep them safe. But a part of her had expected rejection, to be turned away. “Why would you agree? When you don’t even know what’ll be coming for us?” 

No one had ever agreed to...blindly risk themselves defending Lilith, not in all her millennia. Adam woke up, hearing the conversation and tried to turn his head to see who is Mother was talking to. 

Lilith tapped his nose and reassured him, her expression gentle for his sake even as she continued speaking to Buffy with a quiet realism

 “He’ll send hordes after us” She lifted her gaze from her son to look at Buffy again, “ It’ll be hell itself that comes here”

[hoover-daddy]

// calling out @mythosa​ and her poor attempt at making naraku tags. 

[thebloody]

"You left this--" cue the tarnished lighter being shoved at his chest, "On my couch. In my /house/. Where my sister lives," Her fingers betrayed her, nails lingering on the dark fabric of Spike's shirt before logic trumped any primal urges threatening to erupt. "If she found it--" The lump in her throat was swallowed back, brows knit as sage green meeting blue in a piercing stare. "This is done, Spike."

Spike knew an hollow excuse when he heard one, especially since there was nothing at all inappropriate about his lighter being in her house. He wanted to remind her that he’d taken care of her sister the entire time she’d been dead, and that Dawn wouldn’t likely come to any conclusions had she even found it, but instead he decided to forgo any excuses and cater to the need he could still see lingering in those green eyes.

“It wasn’t done last night as far as I recall.” He leaned in closer to her, capturing the hand that held the lighter in his own as he drew it back towards his chest. “Though I do remember you finishing quite a few times.”