GODDESS.

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        ` do you miss her? `

        her eyes are at a close, hands stroking delicately at golden petals within her grasp. there both is a purity & a stain to humanity that she may never quite understand, & it is the innocence akin to the girl who walks with sunshine with her steps that have her most curious of all.

        ` la dama gothel. do you miss her? ` she repeats herself, a quiet insistence to her voice with the desperate need to understand. ( * @longlocked ! )

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weavingtongues.

❛           who doesn’t ?? ❜  Mere mortals are so instilled with FEAR of what lay beyond a brief lifetime. Perhaps she might find favor with the gods.  ❛  It’d be my pleasure.❜

        ` a challenger, i see. most back down at the mere mention of death. ` her voice is alive with tones of exuberance, & solar irises radiate with interest. ` very well, do you have a wish, mortal? i grant close to anything a heart desires if you win. `

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volanoctis.

It’s been a long night for the vigilante.

He may be a hero, but he’s not super– the fights can (and will) take quite a bit out of the young vigilante. Such is the case now, as he finds himself taking a deep breath on a rooftop and letting his weight rest against the brick. His eyes close for a moment, taking in the silence– but only for a moment, before spinning on his heel and tensing once more at the unfamiliar voice. Brows furrow behind the mask as he scans the newcomer over.

“–who’re you?”

        ` someone who cares too much. `

        her answer is straightforward & without context ; she does not bother with details of herself because this is not about her. the goddess stills with breath held in, expression stoic with only the barest of casual demeanor revealed by hand on hip. golden eyes watch for a beat, two beats, before she approaches slowly ; candles only barely flickering with each movement.

        ` you can’t protect anyone if you can’t protect yourself, hero. `

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     ` your powers are a gift, snow queen. ` the goddess holds out a marigold adorned with delicate ice radiates a chill, yet it seems intricate rime has only further enhanced its elegance.  ` why do you look at the worst aspects of your magic when there is beauty to them? ` ( * @viinter ! )

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dragonscroll !

 po could be the laughing stock of all the heavens for all he cared; this was a fight he wasn’t looking to lose. victory was just in his reach, if he could just grab the branch mere inches from him… “i don’t INTEND a thing… other than certain, sweet freedom! i got this! i totally have this down — i just gotta…. get that…”

 a confident “AH HAH!” left him as he grabbed the branch. he pulled to it to free himself from the trap ( which may or may have not been causing a deal of pain ) but felt the strain fling himself back. while not completely successful, some slack left him hitting the ground with a yell. all sense of pride RETREATED, he cringing at the aches following his tumble. he looked to the goddess in well known defeat.

                  “okay. you can help now.”

    she does not spare a grimace nor a look of pity, though golden hues do express sympathy for the fallen figure. it does not stop, however, the way eyes dance with an easy light at both his failure & display of determination, & a short applause is offered for his efforts. it is the least she can do to be polite & gently coax his pride to fix itself ; he did do his best, after all.

        ` you may want to reconsider careers, panda. ` a mere playful chide, the tone in her voice easily giving away her attempt to jest despite the bluntness behind it. one hand rests on her hip while the other is held outwards, pristine fingers making several gestures to his direction. within moments, the trap loosens its hold on the other, & air carries the weight of the warrior down to the ground. ah, the perks of being Death.

        ` then again, i have no doubts that oogway could not have picked a better dragon warrior. `

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i’m a big believer in acts of kindness,             no matter how small 

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❛ can you chase this fire away ? ❜

       intrigue curves crimson lips to a smile without warmth, giving way to a look that betrays something old & dangerous. though she is a being who radiates of kindness, one cannot simply forget her responsibilities as the finality of the living. this is not the goddess La Muerte in your midst ; it is Death in all its glory.

   ` silly child. do you not understand? ` a hum in her voice, no longer pleasant & much like a dead lullaby. ` i am that fire. you cannot chase me away. `

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mercifulking.

♚ — { Lord Dreemurr }

“ My, well, THANK YOU. ” he nodded at her. “ What do I own thisWONDERFUL visit, mh? ” Asgore asked kindly.

        ` merely felt like visiting an old friend, especially since i heard of your recent release from the underground. ` it is rare to see a smile of sincerity to grace such a playful goddess’ features, but it is natural with the reunion at hand. ` it has been too long, asgore. `

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        ` i’m sure you should be more concerned of yourself than your berries if you were to face a possible life - threatening situation, child. `

    playful chuckles slip past crimson lips as her head shakes merely from the amusement of it all. the goddess kneels, gesturing the furry animal forward until it comes at a rest on her arms.

        ` luckily, i do not think rabbits are fond of being intimidating. ` ( @letyourpxwershine​ from ♥ ! )

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murroyilodel.

   Dusk turns to night, and the sun bows out to give way to the moon and the stars.    However remarkable man’s achievements, one must still marvel at nature’s beauty.    The sheer expense of the world makes her insignificance all the more pronounced.

   A forlorn smile plays on her lips, a certain wistfulness seizes her.

         “I almost died once. But I am not sure whether I escaped Death, or          Death let me go. Either way, I don’t think I survived it completely.”

        — if this mortal knew that Death itself is hearing her confession, would she shy away? would she reject her? would she remember to fear the End? A hand raises to stroke at magnolia tucked behind her ear, & other arm extends to gracefully make a gesture to the other woman.

        ` do you think Death let you slip from its grasp on purpose? ` but wouldn’t that be ironic ; Death as a merciful being. surely, that cannot be right.

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❛ i am a killer . ❜ (( mercifulking, uwu ))

          ` you forget that you are a king before all else. above all, only one being. `

          the heavy burden that comes with the sin of murder is irreversible ; it gnaws at conscience, haunts your daydreams, appears in your nightmares. it pains her to see a kind soul’s heart weighed down by deeds he never truly wanted to commit, but she cannot excuse his offenses, especially carried upon lost children. someday, perhaps a punishment may be needed to bring the innocents to justice, but he sees his regret hanging heavier than his misdeeds.

          ` you were only trying to do what was best for your people, asgore. it's time you forgive yourself and let those children rest. `

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❛ —i’m never ready. ❜

          ` and maybe you will never be. what will you do then? `

          her arm moves to place a palm on hip, while other hand lay its fingers on bottom of stubbled chin. warmth in eyes, though ever present, are laced with a certain frigidity that comes with stern. her heart is soft & mold of gold, but above all else she is Death. if she is to guide a soul such as his to her domain in the future, she will do so fully knowing that he has played his potentials & lived a life without remorse.

          ` you are many things, young chief, but weak isn't one of them. isn't it about time you see that for yourself as well? `

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❛  just grab a hold of my hand . ❜   ❛  somewhere deep in the dark a howling beast hears us talk . ❜ ❛  i dare you to close your eyes . ❜ ❛  you love love love when you know i can’t love you .  ❜   ❛  after every sunny day , comes a stormy night . ❜   ❛  you’re my king & i’m your lionheart . ❜   ❛  breathe in , breathe out . let the human in .  ❜   ❛  my head is an animal . ❜   ❛  all the trouble i have caused with my two hands . ❜ ❛ & we’re far , far home but we’re so happy .  ❜   ❛  we used to play outside when you were young and full of life and full of love .  ❜   ❛  i watched you disappear .  ❜   ❛   it’s best we both forget before we dwell on it . ❜   ❛  as i looked around i began to notice we are nothing like the rest .  ❜   ❛  there’s an old voice in my head that’s holding me back .  ❜   ❛  are you really going to love me when i’m gone ? ❜   ❛  i’m shaking like a leaf . ❜   ❛  can you chase this fire away ? ❜   ❛  but i tried , oh , i tried . ❜   ❛  just let me go & we’ll meet again soon . ❜   ❛  we won’t run . ❜   ❛  it’s killing me to see you this way . ❜   ❛  i’m a crook for not caring for it . ❜    ❛  the stairs creak as you sleep , it’s keeping me / you awake . it’s the house telling me / you to close your eyes . ❜   ❛  don’t listen to a word i say . ❜   ❛  as the world comes to an end i’ll be here to hold your hand .  ❜   ❛  please hang around . ❜   ❛  i can see through you . ❜   ❛  it’s perfectly strange . ❜   ❛  hungry for the kill , but this hunger , it isn’t you . ❜   ❛  we are the same .  ❜   ❛  some days i don’t know if i am wrong or right . ❜   ❛  you can follow me .  ❜   ❛  some days I can’t even dress myself . ❜   ❛  why are you shaking your head ? ❜   ❛  i’m all out of breath . ❜ ❛  your mind is playing tricks on you , my dear . ❜       ❛  i am a killer . ❜   ❛  i take off my face because it reminds me how it all went wrong . ❜   ❛  darker days are raining over me . ❜   ❛  my blood runs red but my body feels so cold . ❜    ❛  i am the storm . ❜   ❛  please look away , don’t look at me . ❜   ❛  i heard them calling in the distance . ❜   ❛  i am sorry for the trouble , i suppose . ❜   ❛  i need nothing . ❜   ❛  i know that it’s a waste of time , chasing in the dark . ❜   ❛  you’re cold against the skin . ❜   ❛  & i run , i run , i run . ❜   ❛  the way you held me so tight … all through the night … ❜   ❛  you & i will not be shaken ! ❜   ❛  stop , i will take control . ❜   ❛  you scream , you scratch , you bite . ❜   ❛  the books that i keep by my bed are full of your stories . ❜   ❛  i’ll meet your eyes for the very first time , for the very last . ❜   ❛  let go , lay to rest . ❜   ❛  maybe i’m a bad , bad , bad , bad person . well , baby , i know . ❜   ❛  these fingertips will never run through your skin . ❜   ❛  i will lead you through this wonderland . ❜ ❛  water up to my knees , but sharks are swimming in the sea . ❜ ❛  ignore all those big warning signs . ❜ ❛  you have scars & some scratches . it makes me wonder about your past . ❜ ❛  the light is blinding my eyes . ❜ ❛  i push you away , although I wish you could stay . ❜ ❛  i’m never ready . ❜ ❛  time won’t let me show what i want to show . ❜ ❛  all eyes on me . ❜ ❛  i spend my night dancing with my own shadow . ❜ ❛  i packed my things & ran . ❜

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Whispers okay but La Muerte,,,, if MTT wasn't so sure he was the royal babe around these joints I'd say she is q u e e n & i love her so much ok she's a mother to everyone *blows kisses @ her b y e*

      lbr tho MTT's his own kind of royalty i loVE HIM, EX OR NOT ,, ,, , ,,, & la muerte would be a great mother u ntil someone offers her a wager i mean she put her owm territory on the line fOR A MA R RIAGE, what if she puts up a son up for bargain r est in pieces (': doesn't change how i love her so m uch ok best goddess 11 / 10 pls let her love you

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      quirks & little ( maybe not so little ? ) things you can find from la muerte in the movie :

I. marigolds, the flowers adorning her dress & hat, seem to be her favorite flowers. delving into it further, look at the meaning of marigolds !! II. how often her hands shift position, though it's pretty neat to note that each shift of her hand coincides with an emotion. ( e.g. hand on hip seems to be her most casual pose. ) then there's also xibalba taking both of her hands near the end of the movie. she can't express herself properly without her hands, so xibalba would have had to look her in the eye to really know how she was feeling at that moment. & la muerte fully let him :') III. her terrible weaknesss for wagers, lbr. seems like she's had that even post movie. possible symbolism for the saying life's a gamble? ( also a possible reference to mexico's santa muerte but that's for a separate post. ) IV. her ability to shapeshift. because death can come in any form, buddy.

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defilcr.

   Her presence would be unwelcome to most who knew her kind. Fear would spread through men, women and children who feared death itself but for a self accepted monster, entities like Death were welcome with warmth. An inquisitive hum would meet a tilt of his head towards the other in response to her odd words. ‘ If you’re here, doesn’t that mean my time is finally up?     Can I go now? ‘

          sympathy paints sweetened features, eyes displaying a rare melancholy that has not surfaced in years. she is death personified, & yet nothing pains her more than children who claim to be ready to be by her side. maybe it is crueler so to let him face the truth, head shaking to sides.

          ` it’s not your time, zeriel, not for a long time. there are still plenty of joys awaiting you. `

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alazcn.

‘ I’m FINE- thank you.’

PHANTOM PAINS haunt the soldier, surrounding the area where he formerly could watch the SUN rise and set in a full SPECTRUM. But he doesn’t mind- in fact this is the HAPPIEST he’s been since his days of youth spent plucking MARIGOLDS and in his FATHER’S ARMS. The gift of SIGHT being lost in one eye was a small price for this JOY.

            she studies him in reprieve, naught but flutter of wind the only bristles of sound heard in miles. it is easy to tell a lie from the truth, but it is much harder to accept the outcome of both evils. hand is oddly absent from hip, & her shoulders are tense.

          ` if you are sure. `  small hand will lay on his shoulder as worry seeps away, now replaced with inquisitive looks. ` joaquin... your father has always been proud of you. before & now. nothing has changed. `