#goddess verse

[speakerxmagician]

He leaves a small offering at the speaker shrine in the city library. It wasn't much-- he wasn't a scholar. He didn't have books or leaflets, or information like everyone else who piled papers and poems at her feet. But he did have a soft warm coat, lined in new wolfpelt. Winter was going to hit hard this year, and he didn't want her shrine statue to be cold.

It was not an offering she was used to. Normally people gave her ancient tomes, magic scrolls, or enchanted items. This was not something she was used to. But she did appreciate it. The weather had already begun to turn cold, and books were hardly a comfort from the biting winter.

Normally people asked for some knowledge in return, help with an experiment, or aid in a test, but this man seemed to have no use for any of that.

Unless...

His test was not academic, his hardship was not one of books and ink, but of flesh and blood, of dirt and mud. Perhaps he would need help finding his way.

Stretching her hand over the shrine, the coat he offered fluttered and folded in on itself. In its place was a piece of paper, seemingly blank at first glance, but when he touched it, it would reveal his path.

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Divine-ish meeting

@silverwingedseeker liked for a starter with Goddess! Midnight

The moon was full tonight, as owls hooted and wolves howled. It was all very peaceful. In these woods, however, stood a statue of a human-like creature in robes. The figure was sitting down as bright blue pulsed through the structure. It went all the way up to the statue’s eyes, which were pools of blue, crystalline water, pouring out into the stream below itself.

The Statue was decaying, however. The moss curled around it’s form, waiting for it to collapse. The statue hasn’t had an offering of sage and water in cupped hands in so long, and it needs that offering to survive even after 10,000 years still. 

[raindrenchedstories]

A little visit.

Not since her earliest days had the Goddess been so strong. So believed in. It wasn’t just Shanadoh any more. It was a few thousand more. And more still pouring in.

She radiated warmth and life. Discharging it in a high rate of twins, and, on occasion, triplets. She watched as Shanadoh sprawled out in his sleep. Giving a soft smile, she pinched his blankets between her fingers, and readjusted them so he was covered again.

He promptly kicked them off, causing her to smirk. He’d grown more spirited since their little raid late summer.  It was almost ending now. And he grimaced at this.

A tiny pop was heard in the air. Then, all at once, a mighty crash, like a demented thunder. There, standing before her. Was the goddess of decadence. Anything beautiful in the human world, was because of her. Any pleasure, any splendor that humans had. IT was mostly because of her.

She sneered. Tossing the human that was her titan aside. The man fell helplessly to the floor. Whimpering softly as he landed. Any injury sustained would heal in Holly’s realm. But the pain would remain unless she directly tampered with it.

“YOU!” The brightly robed goddess hissed. They’d never enjoyed one another’s company. Particularly because Holly’s role as the goddess of life ALSO covered pro-creation. 

“Me? What ever could I have done to offend you, sister. Are my flowers not pink enough?” She blinked innocently.

“Shut up! You know what you did. You slaughtered my followers!” She shrieked. So much for not waking Shanadoh.

“I slaughtered a city. Yes. they slew my most devout priest, and enslaved his son. I did not know or care WHO they followed.” She shrugged.

“I demand compensation!” She wailed. Holly just could not stand this goddess. In the least. She leaned heavily on the table huffing.

“What do you want?”

“Your titan.” She jabbed a finger at Shanadoh. “How’d you like to be mine little man?”

Shanadoh eyed the broken man on the floor, and stood closer to his goddess’ hand. “I wouldn’t like. My goddess, she can’t actually take me, can she?”

“SILENCE!” The invading goddess shrieked. “You should know better than to talk back to your mama.”

Holly ran a soothing hand over his form. “No. She can’t take you Shanadoh. Gods cannot demand another gods titan as a compensation. So talk back to her all you like. You’re protected by higher laws than even the gods.”

The other goddess flinched back. Hissing in disdain.  Holly just smirked. “Not my fault your current Titan has no loyalty to you. Have you tried treating him better?”

“I’ll not be mocked like this! I demand you repay me for every single life you took from me!” The nature goddess shrugged.

“Fine. FINE! You have followers wedding soon?” The other goddess nodded. “Good. Each follower to consummate that union will be blessed with three beautiful babies.”

“...Don’t you DARE make them gay.” The other goddess hissed.

“Perish the thought!” Holly waved a hand. “They will grow up as happy or miserable as you please, and with the right care, will only follow you.”

The invader nodded with satisfaction. “Good. Fine. I’ll take it.”

“Oh, and Karla?” The other goddess eyed Holly with confusion and anger.

“The next time you come bursting into my realm. The elder gods had better approve of it. Else, we may have an issue.” She gestured to a strange injury across her arm. Weeping an ever shifting, living liquid.

The Goddess Karla slapped the injury in panic. Gods, could not invade another gods’ realm. Not with ill intent. If they did, an eldar would mar their skin with a permanent scar, showing other gods their shame. There was no way to hide such an injury.

She turned on the Goddess, sneering. “Y-” Karla was stunned into silence. The room around her had grown, now turning thorny and gnarled, the Goddess Holly had grown massive, the size of a mountain range really.

“Karla? Just leave. You have your boon. And your scar.” The goddess gestured. Wisely the other goddess left. Holly returning to her more natural state.

“M-my goddess?” Shanadoh eyed her frightfully.

“Hm?” She glanced over him, not willing to look directly at the human.

“You.. I’ve never seen you so big.” He cleared his throat.

“I haven't reached that size in millennia. People are believing in me now. More than ever before...” She bit her finger in contemplation. “Stay here.”

Like a shot, she was gone. Willing herself to float among the table of gods. She had to see the elders.  To work out why she was suddenly rising back to her old post on the ladder again.

She made sure to bow on her way in. Facing two titanic statues. The mother, and father of all gods. Light and Dark. Day and Night. Purity, and Sin. One made of pure white marble. The other black onyx. Only she, and her true brother called them by name however.

“Mother? Father? I have... questions.” She knelt respectfully. Until her very being prompted her to speak.

“Why? Why are the humans believing me again?” She tilted her head. Her soul roiled.

Because you have proven yourself to them. You have given them reason to want you in their lives. The slaves you freed for your titan. They’re talking. We want you to do more of that!

“W-what?! Why?”

Balance. Child. There has been an imbalance for too long. Human belief has shaped new gods. But killed many of the old. Do you remember your brother? The god of the cold north?

“Yes. I miss him.” Holly felt her heart shake. Long before the new gods rose. She was on of a counsel of Eight. The elder gods, herself, death, and the four elements. Right now, only the goddess of fire and forge remained of the elements.

We cannot bare to lose one more child. The new gods have no respect. No sense of duty. They toy with the lives you put upon this earth. They are not true gods.

“Mother... Father. What are you suggesting?” Holly quirked a brow.

We have changed the most loyal of our followers into giants. We have changed they follow us to the letter and are granted long life in return. When the time comes, and your true siblings have returned to the living. All of you will be given the power to re-shape your most devout believers.

You and your brother must bring them back. Stir your new followers into talking. Give their belief back to them. We will keep the false gods occupied while you do so.

Holly raised her head. Nodding once. “I will need my titan in on this. Big time.”

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Dancing in the Dark (closed starter)

@crowsandmalachite

The weekend ritual was always the same. Since Clarice had started her business, it had always been the same. The people came in their Sunday best, ready in their scented oils and coloring themselves with pigment and elements that probably weren’t healthy for themselves in the long run. They lined up for hours outside her temple to join her festivities, diluting themselves in drinks and other substances to reach a new level of contentiousness that fed her existence.

As the people filtered into the club, Clarice started making her rounds. First to the DJ to make sure his set was running smooth, and giving the first payment to his people. Next, she made it to the staff and bartenders and ensuring the bar was as ready as possible. And finally, checking in with the bouncers and keeping their policies in check. No minors, call taxi’s and confiscate keys from people too intoxicated to drive, but turn a blind eye to those they had to. It was her night again, and it always ran smoothly.

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Full Moon’s Beauty

@dragon-forest liked for a Starter with Goddess! Midnight.

Lilan’s statue was in horrible shape. It needed a sacrifice of sage water in cupped hands, or else the Goddess would be done for. The Statue could sense a divine presence coming towards it, which the tears of the statue overflowed with joy, although it couldn’t move.

[shieldedsouls]

( v; heart springs eternal | goddess!angie )

                                               the mortals never remember.

   each time she moves to a different piece of the world, their name for her changes. eventually, it fades away entirely. merely a grace from a God, they begin to say. later, nothing but a scientific force. she starts to go by unnoticed rather than honored.

          unnoticed is when she starts to crave their attention again, at whatever cost she can manage. a life on stage is the easiest, and the goddess takes no shame in shifting form to do so, until it’s no longer necessary. when laws catch up, she simply disappears again, travels. time and again she plays herself playing someone else; a role, a relative, a friend. occasionally, an enemy.

   but where she goes, the best weather follows. plants bloom a bit brighter, flowers and fruits last a little longer, and the sun doesn’t burn harshly. some have sworn that her perfume smells of flower petals and a summer breeze, but she’s only ever laughed rather than answer straight. she’s been roaming a long time, after all.

                                         and the mortals never remember.

angie ( as her current name goes ) is a goddess of spring and has a taste for attention from others. she enjoys the stage as a place of worship, almost as much as enjoys her actual duties as a goddess, and roams freely, often letting her powers passively operate around her rather than cause something specific.

only other gods know who she truly is, and she keeps it that way. the occasional mortal has been told by her, usually a good friend or lover, but mostly she sees the status as a separation and dislikes lingering on the subject. angie has been around for a long time, and will use the mistake of being underestimated to her advantage.

angie is carefree but likes to keep her goddess status under the radar, and happily plays the charade of being a mortal. richer, poorer, single, married; she’s been across economic lines and gone through many occupations in her efforts to blend in at various times.

[garden-of-fantasy-and-desire]

“ i want you so badly right now ”

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ❀ ╱╲╳ ( ❝ Oh ) but how much, you need to tell me that! ❞

Blonde used her legs to both pressed around Kisara while looking at her deviously.

She then placed her finger on her lips before responding even more lewdly.

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ❀ ╱╲╳ ( ❝ What ) will you do to me now mistress,I am waiting! ❞

@dexsiress