* UPON THE GLASS.

indie oc fandomless & indie. WRITTEN BY MARIZA GODDESS, ALIVE. POWERFUL, DEAD. SUFFER, ALIVE. And she became alive. be gentle & nice. be sweet & soft. be kind & loving.

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𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍     ——    𝐕.    𝙳𝙴𝚂𝙴𝚁𝚅𝙴𝙳.     /        @chijouku

                  ‘       𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚁𝙾𝙲𝙺𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝚃𝙾𝙽𝙴𝚂 tends to gross some people out... is it odd that I’m able to eat them? I like crystals better... more flavour.        ’

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𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍     ——    𝐕.    𝙳𝙴𝚂𝙴𝚁𝚅𝙴𝙳.     /       @luneire

                   ‘       𝚁𝙰𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝙴. I don’t know which is better... the pitter patter of water or the crackling of fire.        ’

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𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙾𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝚃𝚈       /      THE LONG DARK.

   ‘    𝐎𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎 “𝐖𝐄” 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄,      here is only YOU.   i am not part of this because I do not create & lavish & then tear apart & bring misery on my own creation.    i may be a monster,    but i do not hide the truth from myself like a COWARD.    ’   

                    ‘       𝙸'𝙼 𝚂𝙾𝚁𝚁𝚈... 𝙼𝚈 𝙲𝙰𝙿𝙰𝙲𝙸𝚃𝚈 𝚃𝙾 𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻 is always my downfall.. I do not... Can not understand how others can flourish while I decay...        ’

𝙰𝚂 𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙰𝚂 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚂, 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙸𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙾𝙽 were much too large for her. A gift from her siblings, an offering of some sort of peace she knew nothing about. Dangling legs, the goddess caressed her own cheeks and peered into the crystal ceiling. She knew this thing within her prison, a crystal cage, was dangerous but she held no fear. Only a deep sadness as she reflected on her past actions. 

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* 𝙱𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙳 𝙸𝙽 𝙶𝙾𝙻𝙳.        Like for a small starter, the other was deleted.

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* 𝙸𝙽   𝚃𝙷𝙴   𝙴𝚈𝙴𝚂   𝙾𝙵   𝚃𝙷𝙴   𝚂𝚄𝙽,  she would weep forever.

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2A as Bort

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Detail of La chevelure, by Lucien Girand de Scevola.

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pwease gimme cwummies pease uwu

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Details : Dancing Fairies, 1866, by August Malmström.

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Snowy River at Sunset by László Mednyánszky (Hungarian, 1852–1919)

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𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍     ——    𝐕.    𝙳𝙴𝚂𝙴𝚁𝚅𝙴𝙳.     /       @godscale

                     ‘       𝚈𝙾𝚄...𝚄𝙷... 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚈 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙶𝙾𝙻𝙳, 𝙴𝙷?       ’

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𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍     ——    𝐕.    𝙳𝙴𝚂𝙴𝚁𝚅𝙴𝙳.     /       @aodsertor

                     ‘       𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽 𝚆𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙰𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙳 will someday softly caress death within our bosoms. What a terrifying thought.       ’

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𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍     ——    𝐕.    𝙳𝙴𝚂𝙴𝚁𝚅𝙴𝙳.     /       @chaosentity

                     ‘       𝚁𝚄𝙸𝙽 𝚂𝙻𝙸𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝙰𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳 when a civilization far exceeds a gods exceptions. Jealousy, hatred, envy. Even we, oh so divine, feel such terrible and cruel emotions.        ’

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* 𝙱𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙳 𝙸𝙽 𝙶𝙾𝙻𝙳.        Like for a small starter, the other was deleted.

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DE AQUÍ NO SALES (cap. 4: Disputa)

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can i kiss the toll? : )

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒𝐓..     ——    𝐕.    𝙰𝚂𝙺 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴*   ( THE BLOOD OF GOD )

𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙰 𝙲𝚄𝙻𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙾𝙵 𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂, 𝚄𝙽𝚂𝚄𝙽𝙶. Boldness of the inquiry, the lethality of such words and vocal movements. There was danger to be had, beating heart cleansing all sanctity from the world. Deep within her own, the empty cogs moved and oil slipped past vital parts deep within. Soft eyes, innocent as one would tell, she stared into the goddess’ own unknown hues. There was no answer, there was no cry. Deep within thought, lost within a maze of conflicting emotions and feelings. There was no fear, there was no hate. 

𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚁𝚈, 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙻𝙰𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙳𝙴𝚂𝙸𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝚁𝙾𝚃. Clinging to the open air, ripping through wood and dry grass like nothing. Flames engulfed the two around them, however this affected her none. The sweetness of their words, the delicacy of her being. She knew her innocence made her weak, she knew her innocence made her a target. In a world of hungry wolves and wrathful lions, she lay beneath the covers a cowering sheep. Whether this others intentions were good or not, this was a mystery she worried little about. As the red surrounded them, her metal works began to bare themselves open, flesh but no pain severed and split. Metal underneath, iron for bones Rainfall, the rumbling of thunder and angry scream of lightning whipping the broken land. As she peered upwards towards the monstrosity, both knees bare and scrapped. She leaned into them, an embrace to embark on her perilous journey into chaos and subjugation. 𝐎’ 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐏, 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐒𝐎 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘. 

𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙽𝙾 𝙳𝙴𝙿𝚁𝙰𝚅𝙸𝚃𝚈, 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽 𝙵𝙻𝙴𝚂𝙷 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳𝚂. A goddess made of metal and iron, weeping into the smokey air. She allowed vulnerability grasp her, choke her, and grope her. There was no sign of anger, only a distraught hope that clung to the lie this person was good. So she did as her heart commanded, she leaned in and pressed lips together. There was ferocity in their hold, a savage inner beast cleaning house in a home made for the weak. There was no fear, there was no hope, there was no sadness. Only a misguided happiness to be in the arms of someone she adored. 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐑.