goddess / godless *

unholy isn't the same as dead

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idk who follows me on here anymore but d has been moved to @3amhaunting

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i cannot believe ive had dakota for 4+ years

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s1 rewatch + 1x13 - Crescent City

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biirdbone‌: 

         “I would if I could, ‘Kota.”      Emma laughs. A soft, sad one with her face downturned as though to hide the quiet shame she feels in admitting defeat on that front. Would if she could. She allows herself to be coaxed closer; wounds from their last encounter healed over and forgotten about; warm in part because of the oversized jumper she has draped over her body and the proximity to Dakota. Back to safety. Back to feeling at home.        “I think if we combined our power and energy into one other being it would be entirely too much for the world.”    Another joke, a note of resignation in her voice as she speaks. Maybe whatever she would bear into the world would be too much alone. Perhaps she’s too much. 

there’s something in her voice that caused a curious brow to lift, but nothing that dakota actually voiced on, fearing that if she did then whatever sort of issue that stayed stagnant between them would boil over. that they’d actually have to talk about what happened.  it was inevitable one day even if dakota and emma themselves weren’t going to toward each other. she didn’t doubt that she told ben and ben, eventually, to tell miguel. then again, dakota thought, they never really talked about anything. not about what had happened to her, not about whatever she was.  dakota ghosted her lips against her temple and a small smile that doesn’t reach her eyes twitched at her mouth. 

“you might be right,” she hummed, shaking her head, “also too hot for this world to handle. like, miguel and i having a baby, hot, sure. you and i, though? hot and powerful. nobody is quite ready for that.” 

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           “That’s fair.”       Emma wont argue that when it comes to Miguel and Dakota, Ben does turn into a complete brat. ‘He’s my brother’ this and ‘she’s so mean!’ that. Emma never used to think there was anything maternal about her until the thought of not being able to be a mother really sank in. Now, confronted Alexis’s pregnancy, it just hurts a little more. Emma turns her face away, pulling her sleeves over her knuckles.

even if it were possible for her, dakota wouldn’t want to bring a child into this world given what she was and the world that encompassed it. if she and miguel were able to somehow protect them from it, it wouldn’t have mattered, because it still existed and they did what they do. dakota had more enemies than she’d like to admit and she doesn’t question the fact that miguel might, too, despite him being nearly opposite of who she was - is. 

still, in her own thoughts, dakota shot her a look of concern before draping her arm around emma’s shoulders. “why d’ya ask, babe? you wanna make a baby with me?” a free hand poked at her side, teasing. “miguel doesn’t have t’know.” 

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           “Promise meif you ever have kids you wont make me watch while you squeeze them out. Please.”       Scarred. Totally scarred for life. The demon wrings her hands together, uncomfortable. As though somehow the mere memory puts her back in that hospital.       “—You ever think about them? Kids?” 

dakota managed to stifle a laugh at her question. she barely is able to take care of herself let alone anyone else. that, aside from astrid, dakota regularly forgets about the children in this family. not particularly maternal in the way that emma and alexis are, either. her nose wrinkled. “absolutely not. miguel and i have ben. that’s plenty, i think.”   a beat, she corrected herself: “miguel has ben. it’s enough.” 

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Who’s going to love you?

On the Beach at Night Alone (2017) dir. Hong Sang-soo

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MUSE SURVEY : FIGHTING STYLE repost, do not reblog! bold what consistently applies. italicize situational, not always. both, a priority while fighting DOES YOUR MUSE, WHILE FIGHTING …

fight honorably / fight dirty / prefer close-quarters / prefer range / chat during / go silent / low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance / attack in bursts / attack steadily / go for the kill / aim to disarm / fight defensively / strike first / provoke easily / provoke their opponent / tease / get visibly frustrated / shout while attacking / use strategy / focus on their battle / experience conflicting thoughts during battle / rush in recklessly / try to read their opponent before fighting / fight wildly / fight calmly apathetically / fight with anger / fight with excitement / fight because they have to / fight because they want to / fight without regard to wounds / run away when wounded / hide wounds / take a blow to protect another / prefer a blade / prefer a gun / prefer a bow / prefer a shield / prefer a spear naginata / prefer a personalized weapon / prefer magic or spells / prefer brawling / their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional / transform for battle / fight as they appear / rely on strength / rely on speed / use everything they have / hide their full potential / exhaust quickly / high stamina / doubt their strength / proceed with caution / behave arrogantly / brag after landing a hit / belittle their abilities / use psychological tactics / use brute strength / avoid civilians / strike down civilians / damage surroundings / avoid damaging surroundings / signature fighting style / making it up as they go / mastered skillset / learning their skillset  / fancy footwork / sloppy footwork / messy fighter / elegant fighter / accept defeat / refuse defeat / beg for mercy / compliment their opponent / insult their opponent / use unnecessary movements / move efficiently / barely move / prefer to dodge / prefer to block / defend their blindside / has no blindside / use all available advantages / strictly use one main method / play around / hold back / fight ruthlessly / show mercy / wait for opponent to be ready / strike when opponent isn’t ready / fear death / fear pain / fear killing / has PTSD / avoid fighting / has lost a fight / has won a fight / has killed / refuses to kill / want to die standing / would succumb slowly.

tagged by: nobody ! stole it from the v lovely @moonsymbols​ tagging: @orionblood​, @biirdbone​, @peachcut​, @nitebit​, @huntmyth​, and whoever wants to do it !

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jumping between here and miss quinn @ichordreamt 

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its either i can’t make a choice on fcs or vcs why can’t i just have both

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jumping between here and miss quinn @ichordreamt 

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it isn’t munday and YET

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             ❛  ooh.. dominant. ❜   her head cants up to look at the other with a small giggle, shaking her head at her next comment. she decided against it — no, fuck it.       ❛  miguel is d…definitely the bottom. ❜     eyes innocently find their way to the TV screen down - acting as if she hadn’t said a word before dakota’s comment grabs her attention.   ❛  oh. b—-en? surprised he’s s…st-still alive if you’ve been spending so much time with him.  ❜   she never quite understood their relationship, but she loved it all the same.     

dakota leaned forward, smirked, and reached her index finger to poke at the end of ally's nose.   “don't be sure, babe. i'm not that bossy."  she left it at that, shifted her position to make herself more comfortable, but still leaving some room to support ally if needed. dakota groaned loudly, dramatically, at the sound of his name, indicating that would definitely be a no. he should be lucky to have the friends that he does because otherwise dakota wouldn't be as temperamental. “you should be surprised he's alive in general.” dakota bit her lip, looking at her now with slight concern. “how are you, by the way? with the - uh. situation." she inwardly grimaced at her choice of words.  dakota’s fingers reached to intertwine with her hair, playing with it absently. “i can't always promise to be here, but i can try, you know. for you.”

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Miguel  gives  another  kiss  to  her  skin,  and another. She often ignites a fire within him that can not easily be tamed. His hands move to press against her back now, pulling her a little closer. However, at her words, Miguel has to stop and pull back. A brow raised, a questioning expression on his face as he peers at her.            “Mami, I can’t believe I have to say this. But if you and Ben can’t pull it together and be friends for one day, my special day, then I’m going to have to politely revoke both your invitations to this wedding ceremony.”          Despite the serious tone of his voice, a ghost of a smile threatens to break through. Miguel clears his throat, gives a firm nod.     “And, yes. I will have it without you. Don’t tempt me.” 

dakota reopened her eyes and tilted her head at him as if she were considering what he was saying. then, far too quickly, she moved off of his lap and pressed her index finger against his chest, poking at it just in case he has any ideas.  “your special day was the day i agreed to marry you.”  she spoke as if she were serious, lifting a brow as she did so, but the corners of her mouth twitched into his same grin. teasing.  

“you can’t revoke my invitation when it was my idea.” it wasn’t, but she was the one who had allowed it to happen to begin with, so it had to count for something. “we’re already married, anyway. ceremony or no ceremony, you’re stuck with me for, like, ever.” 

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an informal psa but summer term starts in less than two weeks and i overloaded myself with classes a little bit so with that being said im gonna be extra slow w/ ooc n ic replies mwah 

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YOU THINK I’M NOT A GODDESS? :  try me.  this is a torch song. touch me and you’ll burn. independent original character as loved by stasi.   est 2013.

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I will light a fire in the cool evenings and toast apples at my own hearth. I will raise white cats and sew white curtains for the windows and sometimes come out of my door to go to the store to buy cinnamon and tea and thread. People will come to me to have their fortunes told, and I will brew love potions for sad maidens; I will have a robin… 

an independent eleanor vance of shirley jackson’s ‘the haunting of hill house’.  written by maisie.