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[traumablcd]

Criminal Minds [ SSN 1 EP20 ] The Daughter of the Devil Pt1.

|| Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place, for where we are is hell, And where hell is there must we ever be. - Christopher Marlowe ||

( No, this episode doesn't exist, but it is one that I am making up instead. Cause I want to do a thread for it, I would like to do a Massive Group Thread with other Criminal Minds Muses. I hope I can get several of you interested. _ }

The Episode begins with a couple stumbling across a Satanic Ritual, being performed. There is great fires, people in black hoods, and a human being tied, and hung upside down from a make shift cross. And once found, the cult proceeds to go after the young couple. And meant to take them against there will to be ushered into the next black mass. But the couple runs , and so they are brutally killed. Leaving there bodies propped up , inside a upside down pentagram. With the Words, Unworthy. Written in blood on the Tree behind them. The team is called in, and they at first think it is a case based on Sado-Machoism. But a Ritualistic Killing pops up, and this time, there is clues left at the scene, specifically for Madison. And she soon becomes concerned, telling the team that the way the Ritual was set up.

The way the letter written to her, all were very identical to Her Father and how he did things. As the episode goes on, all the team gets clues, and odd letters, claiming that they must prove there worth to live. Prove God has them protected, and Hotchner becomes concerned with Madison. Telling her she is being removed from the case. And tells her to go home and stay there til further notice. But she fights him on it. Cause she knows everything about Her Father and His Cult. She could help them, solve the odd clues, and choose what her fathers next plan was. But Hotch is to concerned for her safety. So he forces her to go gather her things and go to a close friends / or family members home. Which she ends up obeying, and doing. But during her time at her closest friends home, they are attacked. And Her friend gets hurt, and she is kidnapped. Now the team get clues that they have to solve to find Maddy in time. Prove that she is really God's. But he isn't going to give his daughter up. He is planning a massive explosion when the team solves his last clue and comes to save Maddy.

[spectermansion]

pausing my other ts4 legacies because the haydens have a hold on me + i’m cooking up a rather interesting second one 🧛‍♀️

my babybat addie 😋😋😋

[vaxxman]

Could I request Medic having The Mom Grip on Scout’s shoulder after the speedy moron almost let a mercenary secret slip while they weee getting groceries?

Three Europeans and two Americans walk into a grocery store in New Mexico.

I hope this is the right meme.

More silliness below.

This comic is the antithesis of the "wtf is a kilometre" joke.

The faces they make when they can't quite identify the type of brown bread in the bread aisle.

You don't know how [insert nationality here] you are until you go overseas and things are different.

Spy obviously has no problems with pretending to know how much a gallon of milk is, he just peeks into his conversion chart notes, pretending it's his shopping list.

I want to think Heavy is completely fine with having to readjust to a new unit system, he just eyeballs most practical things anyways by holding them up and mumbling about how they approximately weigh like a chicken or his kettle bell etc. He's always been living in practical ignorant bliss.

Medic has a peer reviewed meltdown the first time he realises there's no uniformity in "a cup of ____" because every object has different densities. He's diligent about memorising the conversion rates for ounces, pounds, the most common things etc., and recovers ok. He goes through the same stages of grief rage when he finds out about distances and lengths.

Just remember four inches are 10.16 cm and pray no one asks you to specify anything bigger than inches.

Everyone does a mental victory lap when they manage to guess how much Celsius the weather is because they keep forgetting it's Celsius*5/9+32=Fahrenheit, Engineer reminds them patiently.

The true victories are the correct temperature guesses we've made along the way.

One time, a friend asked me if I actually knew how much a tablespoon of flour was in gramms to convince me that metric users also make use of volume based units without thinking about them. But little did she know a heaped spoonful of 405 flour is about 15g and a level tablespoon is 10g.

They claim Oolong just tastes better when it's boiled to 80°C exactly with a Bunsen burner.

You only asked for one scene but somehow I came up with a bunch of other things. This post was drawn across 2 months so the artstyle is all over the place. Thanks for your ask!

[sqtorux]

gojo who likes to lift up his blindfold to admire you even though his vision does not get deterred in the slightest by the small piece of cloth.

could be with completely innocent intentions when he wants to cherish every expression that finds itself on your face (or lack thereof) because he's that much of a loser in love.

or it could be with an annoyingly flirty one like staring at your ass and whistling. he likes hyping you up albeit in his own way.

"oh babe its so naughty to be able to stare at that without my blindfolds.” it only earns an annoying huff and an eye roll from you though.

his eyes were mesmerising— a powerful weapon that grants him limitless capabilities. they were also a burden, often overwhelming him with the weight they carry.

it's also those same eyes that helplessly stare at your limp body, the life in it slowly fading away.

gojo had never wished more than to have his six eyes taken away for what use were they if the only thing he wanted to see was now gone.

[bunniebi]

outfits for the infamous ROs ^-^ (except O, Seb, E and LA... </3 but maybe in the future)

[corrosive-equilibrium]

(AU worldbuilding notes under cut)

(This is for vitriol au worldbuilding ONLY. This is NOT for the main dp timeline. Please do not borrow the name and design of these flowers I would prefer you come up with your own version of a flower that heals/blood blossom opposite. Thanks!)

For Vitriol au, not only do blood blossoms look like actual blossoms and not roses, but their origin has been slightly changed to fit the worldbuilding narrative. I've had the idea of them having an opposite of a flower with the ability to heal, and with that idea came the conflict and resolutions they can create. Vita violets hold an importance to the entirety of AU as they're used as a main conflict for certain arcs (War vs Peace and Greed vs Liberty, which are Nocturne and Pandora's backstory arc). If you're wondering if there's any downsides to vita violets, there are! It was briefly mentioned in the section about the numbing effect– but just like any other medicine, too much of it isn't going to end well– and they'll be brought up again in the main storyline. All I can say is stay tuned for more worldbuilding explanations involving the ghost zone, its residents, and its relation to the living world. Also, this won't be the last time in seeing the vita violets nor that dark purple sash mentioned in the examples.

[wraithsoutlaws]

This is not a suicide letter I just want to get a real close look at death Touch his matted hair as I pass him by

this was inspired by a ficlet that was inspired by a song. i already talked about the way dagger is a coping mechanism for me, so i won't go into it again, but i thought i'd share the words i wrote for it.

cw: self harm, gorey images, drug mention, sexual innuendo

Blood spills down his chest as he flicks his wrist seamlessly across his heart. He’s made of scar tissue. He can hardly feel the pleasant sting of the symphony beneath his skin. The pain is cold when it reaches him and he tries again, harder this time, digging like a child for treasure in the sun bleached dirt.  He’s numb, and it’s been this way for a lifetime. It isn’t the empty inhaler at his feet, discarded on the floor between half a pack of cigarettes and the corpse of a nameless drifter. And it’s not the barbiturates seeping into his guts. Its this broken thing, sitting bitterly ‘neath his bloody sternum.  He watched a heart stop beating once. Opened a man up and saw it whither right there in his ribs, ‘ganic as they come. He drove his knife through the left atrium and plucked it like a ripened apple. But it beat, for a half a breath, it beat defiant–too stubborn to die. It glittered and glistened ruby red as he spun it in his fingers to see it sparkle. He digs the razor deeper. Now he can make pictures in the ribbons of his sliced flesh. When he wipes away the blood there’s the rigid frame of the first car he ever owned, and it’s busted bumper after he drove a man down. Beside it, the barren arms of a joshua tree. He curves the next slash and draws the sun above it, a red-tinted dawn hanging over the desert that reminds him of the day that a weak boy died and the heart in his chest beat for the last time.  He tries to remember what it felt like, but it burns like nitrate film and blood eclipses the image.  The razor slips between slick fingers and he grabs for his knife instead. He catches the faint glow of his optics in the blade, and the man behind them spares a familiar smile in the shadows. Cold metal swipes over skin. Muscle memory drives it in.  He hisses as the blade sinks into his flesh, between the shell of bone and deep into the empty cavern of his chest. He pushes it in until the hilt is flush and he can feel the tip at his spine and only then does the feeling come back to him. Warm, angry sparks of it cascading down his body, lighting every nerve with napalm and tnt. Pounding, pounding. So loud his ears deafen to his own  manic laugh. He pulls up the knife for a moment only to thrust it back inside. Blood fountains, spilling over his grin as the beat runs thorough his veins, alive again. He’s breathless. Floating. His eyes are wide, burning the room bright and sending shadows dancing above his head.  Oh, how they dance to that tune.

[monkie-kid-oc-showdown]

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. I was going to actually make the bracket myself but!! I kept putting it off so I just used a random bracket generator and screenshotted it ^^

Heres the bracket, then!! I'll announce the date of the first polls when I get them drafted!!

[forgetyoursingalongsandlullabies]

A theory for TMAGP Season 2

Don’t read if you haven’t finished Season 1

Jonah was the one who sent Gwen the emails with all of the information to get Lena fired. Now Gwen has the job and no clue what to do. Want to bet she gets more mysterious emails that guide her and clue her in as to what steps/ decisions she should make? Jonah loves controlling a Bouchard and if he can’t place his eyes in her skull this might be the next best thing. I only half believe that JMJ are actually in the computers and it depresses me too much to think too hard about Jon and Martin being trapped with Jonah but if true, this is compelling (no pun intended).

[cryptidm0ths]

ariadne live doodles! text is from @/duckletranslations

[cattocavo]

Six sentence sunday!

It’s not sunday anymore but I’m just gonna ignore that because i didn’t have any time yesterday to write this post but I do have something to share!

Thank you @monbons and @thewholelemon for tagging me!!

Some days ago i picked up this old wip for an instagram reel. I started the first frame in February, so don’t expect it to be done anytime soon😭

The reel is gonna be in a cartoon style, because even though I’m not used to drawing cartoon, it’s still quicker than drawing realistic.

Heres the first frame:

Aaaannd heres the second frame, the one I’ve been working on recently:

For those wondering: Fionas drinking an entire pot of coffee like the maniac that she is.

Fyi the backgrounds aren’t finished yet

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And for the few who are interested in my art in general, even something thats non simon snow related, theres some bonus content under the cut :D

This is a sketch of my oc whispering concepts to her keen eared statue. The hushed words shall start a revolution >:)))

[sorikufeels]

hi i made some soriku pride icons based on the headcanons i have for them! i also have alternate versions that i’ll post separately where i adjusted the colors of the characters themselves to reflect the colors the flags!! i had a lot of fun with these so if anyone wants them with a different flag id probably be down to make that!

please like/reblog if you use! :)

edit: alternative versions here!!

i’m gonna ramble a bit about my headcanons below the cut lol

for sora:

i see sora as pansexual and arospec!!

as an arospec person myself i relate a lot to what sora says in the character files about not really getting love so i hold him being arospec very near and dear to my heart!! i think differentiating different kinds of love is confusing for him and i don’t know where he falls on the spectrum (and i don’t think he does either!!) but he’s somewhere along there so that is why i used the arospec flag!!

that being said, i do think he experiences attraction to some degree and i don’t really see gender influencing his attraction at all so i hc him as pan. bi could also work but i personally identify more with pan and love to project lmao

for riku:

i see riku as gay, demisexual, and trans!!

riku has only really shown real interest in sora throughout the whole series (since him being like “i’ll share the paopu fruit with kairi” was a way to get under sora’s skin) so we’ve only seen him as attracted to a guy so that’s why i see him as gay! also his whole interaction with shiki in dream drop just fucking screamed that he’s gay and please get this girl away from him oh god

i don’t have a reason for hc’ing riku as demi i just feel like the vibes fit lol

i am a riku is a trans man truther!!!! i don’t really have a canon supported reason for this either i just love the headcanon that he’s trans. you know for a fact he wears his binder way too long bro someone tell him it’s bad for him please

also i have the trans flag for both of them above, but im really only hard set on riku being trans. however, t4t soriku is very sweet and i love it so much 🥺

anyway rambling over, thank you for reading lol

[robo-dino-puppy]

horizontober 2023 | 15: train (watch out grazer training dummies!)

(bonus below the cut)

[falling-hand-in-unlovable-hand]

orderweek day 1 (change)

The city glowed even in the dead of night. It was like an ant mound split open, that nest of humans full of light and noise. Bellroc crouched on the edge of one of the massive buildings, wind whistling through their feathers. Skrael sat beside them, kicking his legs over the deadly drop like a child. 

“I've never seen anything like this,” said his whisper thin voice, barely audible over the wind and blaring horns. 

Bellroc nodded, eyes glued to the burning mass of mortal life below.

“The world has changed.” they said distantly, voices made raspy by the polluted air, “Gone on without us.”

Skrael nodded slightly, soft visage glowing and indigo in the unnatural mix of lights. His hood billowed in the air, obscuring and revealing his face in quick snatches.

“It won't matter for long. Once we've found her… we'll leave all this behind.”

Bellroc found themself unable to look away from the shifting crowd of mortals on the streets. 

They laughed suddenly, low and hopeless.

“How the hell are we going to find her? One little god in a thousand mortals?”

“We’ll manage, Bellroc,” Skrael said in that familiar grim assurance.

They sighed, finding no option but to believe him. And they reached out to his hand, the only familiar thing in that bright nighttime.

[snifsnoof]

chceck out my new tiktok to see this comic poorly animated flame emoji flame emoji

[lynxindisguise]

Multiverse spoilers please please please I am begging and crying 🙏🙏🙏

hmmm okay what am I actually willing to spoil… random but significant spoiler about a universe I haven’t mentioned at all yet below the cut!

one of the last universes sirius will visit is the hp canon universe, and I’m being very intentional with the timeline so that he ends up there after june 1996.

“but lynx, I thought he couldn’t visit worlds where he was dead??” you’re right. he can’t…