Born To Be An Abstract Concept, Forced To Be A Percievable Entity

Love and Nature (Pt. 2)

The forest nymphs were the first to find her. The rising sun painting her skin a brilliant, deep gold underneath the vibrant greens of the stems and leaves, and delicate white of fresh blooms sparsely covering her form. The god's chest rose and fell slowly as she laid sprawled across the forest floor, as if asleep. The nymphs, simply relieved that the poor god was no longer weeping, left her to sleep. Osdea was not asleep. How could she sleep with the ceaseless, creeping pain inside her chest? As the nymphs left, tears escaped and trickled down their familiar path over her skin and in between the new flowers. The nymphs returned at sundown, and still Osdea appeared to be sleeping. The white flowers from before now more thoroughly covering her, and new flowers blooming at the edges of her face, there was very little of the god that was left untouched now. Small pin-pricks of blood scattered across her body where the flowers weaved their way through her skin. Still, the nymphs left Osdea to her slumber. Still, Osdea was not asleep. She was paralyzed, as if the flowers had taken root in her muscles, rendering them completely useless. If nothing else, the whites and greens of the flowers and their stems, set against the dimming light of the falling sun brought some small glimmer of happiness to the sorrowful god. 'Perhaps,' thought the god 'this is the true nature of life; holding onto the smallest glimmer of hope and joy, no matter the cost.' Tears welled along her eyes once again, now hidden beneath a thin layer of foliage.

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Osdea, the tender hearted goddess of love, and Ezella, the impartial goddess of nature, were never fated for each other. At least not happily.

Since Osdea first opened her eyes, she had fallen in love with everything around her; The delicate roses, contradicted with their sharp thorns, the forests and meadows with their unique flora and fauna, the seasons, bringing and taking life from the world, and the ever changing state of every living thing.

Ezella, on the other hand, had never been specifically partial to anything she had created. From the foxes, the axolotls, birds, and scorpions to the fir trees, corals, flowers and cacti, every single thing simply was. She neither loved nor hated any of them, and cared both equally and not at all for each of them.

You're not immune to being the bully btw. You're not immune to being in the wrong

"I'm tired." Hero speaks in a rough voice, exhausted. "I'm so tired." They repeat like a mantra, a lifeline. One look in their eyes shows that their weariness goes beyond just today's battle.

Villain steps closer, gaze raking up and down Hero's beaten form.

"So stop. Quit this fight and run home, tail tucked between your legs." Villain's tone is amused but not quite judgemental. "I'm sure your higher-ups will understand. Tell them another tale of how brutal I am, how merciless, and beg for their forgiveness like a dog."

Shaking their head, Hero lets out a choked protest. "I'm tired." They speak in a more desperate voice, more insistent. "I'm tired of begging and apologizing. I'm tired of fighting for people who don't care if I live or die."

Hero's eyes have a hungry fire in them now, a look of selfish desire along with the agony. Stepping closer to them, Villain smirks devilishly and offers them a hand.

"So join me."

“god loves you” yeah but so does satan. so does everyone. conclusion? i am a brilliant whore

but what happens when we collectively reach the boop limit. What do they do to us

Imagine a bee rn in a hive muttering "the beekeeper is not real because he is not intervening or helping me at all with this disastrous relationship I have with another bee". now imagine that's you talking about the good lord. now imagine a dog with a propeller hat on

Marie-Helene Bertino

You're 19? Do you think things will get better or worse from here?

i think i will grab things by the throat and make them what they need to be