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she gave me nothing but her soul to write about.

Maram Rimawi (via wnq-writers)

#( COUNTERPART: where is your heart. )#( MEYNETH: and you made yourself holy. )#( OTP: never did we love but damn if we didn't try. )

Little face makes a large round opening, staring up at the towering woman. "Woah... You're taller than Dad!"

“Oh, am I?” Goddess’s tone is strangely light, leaning ever so slightly down -- aren’t they a cute a child, so small and so... vulnerable, though she supposed everything looked weak to someone who always had to look down. “-- I suppose it could come as no shock to me, though, now should it.”

#friskybusincss #( filed: we are here at the beginning; we are here before it all. )#( BOW. )#( bl e g )

praise zanza

“We do not condone sin upon the Mechonis.”

#( masked. )#( BOW. )#Anonymous

wordsnquotes

…Her wings are cut and then she is blamed for not knowing how to fly.

Simone de Beauvoir, The Second Sex (via wordsnquotes)

#( philosophy; the bane of morality. )#( MELIA: you are one of seven and we let you suffer. )#( KALLIAN: who made princes martyrs but god himself. )#( SOREAN: is that what fathers are for. )#( HIGH ENTIA: you did not deserve fate though retribution it might be. )

( Fiora. )

❝ I’m trying, Meyneth, but… ❞

Had Fiora been more inclined to argue, she had many scathing things she could state. It’s not your body, you caused this; there was no shortage of dark or hurtful words to be bandied about. But Fiora was not that kind of person. Meyneth lived within here now as well. She deserved at least some small say in how this body was treated.

❝ It’s hard, I still don’t know all of the ways to take care of myself anymore. I have so many senses and sensors, but I don’t know how to react to what they tell me. ❞

“I understand-- and I commend you, dear; it must not be easy, to be in that mechanical body; it is new and, I suppose, different from anything a Homs would have experienced, yes?”

Perhaps she should feel -- guilty, correct? And perhaps she did, or at least, she wished she could help; empathy, she vaguely knows it, knows of a tiny woman with silver hair holding back tears when her -- friend, acquaintance? -- was sprawled across her lap, her own tears. Empathy was feeling someone else’s pain, she knew from that science; and she knew it from living in this girl’s body, her pain is Meyneth’s pain. ( and I am so sorry. )

“If I am allowed, I would say -- we must... speak to each other. If you are confused, then I will help. It may be the only way we can continue to exist.”

#rexncarnation #( filed: we are war spirits; parasites taking over children. )

( Fiora. )

A hum. She was always so quick to notice now that they were on equal terms with each other within her body.

❝ It’s nothing, Meyneth. I’m still– ❞ What’s the word? ❝ Adjusting to all of this. I’m not used to being a Mechon. ❞

Perhaps if she had control of her vessel, Meyneth might sigh, just the smallest bit disappointed, but, what else could she expect of a Homs put in this situation -- she’d handled it better than most, and Meyneth should be proud, she knows.

“I know this is... a rather bad situation, but you must take care of yourself if you’re to cope with it.”

#rexncarnation #( filed: we are war spirits; parasites taking over children. )#meyneth; worlds best spirit mom

@rexncarnation

“Fiora, your body is not running at full capacity Are you alright?”

#rexncarnation #WHEN I SAID SHORT AND CUTE I MEANT IT #( filed: we are war spirits; parasites taking over children. )

( Alvis. )

Gaze slips shut as her arms wrap around him, senses focusing on her alone for a brief moment in time. The spaces between their meetings seemed to be growing far too large, and while he was unsure how to remedy the situation, it did not stop him from wishing it wasn’t the way of things at current.

Pleasant smile widens at her response; truly, she was not only a maternal figure to him, but to all the inhabitants of the Mechonis. It was a dramatic contrast to the more rigid of two gods, but in a way he felt a balance there, despite the extreme nature of Meyneth’s other half. Perhaps it was a perception elicited from millennia of consistency.

He does not pull away to respond, instead being perfectly content to simply turn his head while resting a temple near her shoulder.

“The ongoings of Alcamoth keep me well occupied. Not that I am complaining. It’s quite nice, actually, to greet the day with things to be done.

Your adventures with the Machina sound far more entertaining, though.”

“Really? I would not say it is so.”

Mayhap Mother Mechonis should mind her own business, and speak of her people ( for stars knew she adored them, far more than a Goddess should admire her creations ) But, she was not all knowing across the Bionis, she could only guess as to what went down in that bird cage city and in the colonies that dotted her counterpart’s body, and while she had a fair idea -- of the injustices and horrid conditions he might put his people through -- it would be nice to know.

As she thinks, Meyneth raises her chin to rest it upon Alvis’s head, for despite her metal structure, she is not sharp, she would never harm her creation, unlike some she could think of. Her hands were automatic, rubbing up and down Alvis’s arms, so close to asking why he felt so cold -- but then, she remembers. Alvis was a projection, not quite real.

“I am quite curious of the going ons, even if you consider them quite boring.” Do not shelter me, she seems to be saying, from Zanza’s harms.

#claairvoyancy #( filed: we are here at the beginning; we are here before it all. )#( here u go n e r d its so l a t e oh m yg od )

my-teen-quote

#( MEYNETH: and you made yourself holy. )#( COUNTERPART: where is your heart. )#( OLD GODLESS WORLD: we never meant to kill you. )

wordsnquotes

Living is a risk…Every decision, every interaction, every step, every time you get out of bed in the morning, you take a risk. To survive is to know you’re taking that risk and to not get out of bed clutching illusions of safety.

Maria V. Snyder, Magic Study (via wordsnquotes)

#( philosophy; the bane of morality. )#( MEYNETH: and you made yourself holy. )

star-jockey

Kill one man, and you are a murderer. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill them all, and you are a god.

Jean Rostand, Thoughts of a Biologist (1939)

#( COUNTERPART: where is your heart. )#@ all my zanzas reblog this or im disappointed

brotticelli

holy, holy, holy. these are the words he murmurs into your skin, language of prayer, language of divinity, language of worship. holy, holy, holy. he whispers it into your crook of your neck, rolls the words into the hollow of your throat, into your bones, into your sharp edges. holy, holy, holy. a mantra. a litany. a prayer. holy, holy, holy. the way he looks at you, it’s like he wants to take you apart and study each piece of you, and then maybe he’ll put you back together when he’s done. maybe. holy, holy, holy. he stares at you, so hard you can feel it burning your skin, and you think maybe he’ll kiss you, or maybe he’ll eat you alive. you haven’t decided yet. holy, holy, holy. in the end, it’s a kiss, real as a punch and twice as hard, and it hurts like a bullet pearling into flesh, hurts like his eyes on the back of your neck, on your collarbones, on your lips. holy. holy, holy, holy.

on loving a god | m.c.p (via travmsoldat)

#( COUNTERPART: where is your heart. )#( MEYNETH: and you made yourself holy. )

nobiscum-blog

heal the world

make it a better place for you and for me and the entire human race there are people d y i n g but if you care enough for the ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ make a better place

for you and for me.

#( meynethanity. )#( COUNTERPART: where is your heart. )#( CHILD: the universe you are. )#( CHILD: do not let rage fill your soul. )#( philosophy; the bane of morality. )

lays on :/