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Goddess Maria bio cardName: Goddess "Roseful" Maria
Title name: Goddess Maria
Immortal Goddess of the Sages
Real name: Maria Rose Melita
Allies: The Sages
Enemies: All who corrupt and defile the land, and commit sin such as those who ressurect
beings to life.
Description based reference:
Wears helm?: No
Hair type: Elven like hair (Light Yellow color)
Wears cloak?: Yes, Inside color is light purple, outside is dark purple with red
tassels (See reference sheet)
Wears armor?: Yes
Weapon user?: Yes.
Type of Weapon?: Sword, black sword that emits darkness.
Eye color: White
Magical user?: Yes, uses all of the possible magic in every world, her power is so strong
that it surpasses the Sages combined. Master of all magic in every country.
Bio: A goddess who created Faeratos Dungeon and city, she watches over the people and
punishes those who defile the land and commit sins such as resurrections. Her power is very
strong as she can destroy protection barriers, create them, and even preve
Rain of hope and lightIt is painful, to lose the lives of many, and the friendship of the dearly
It looks like... There would be something horrifying to happen in front of
It looks to be, something from looking into the horrifying pain of a
thousand knives and sharp objects, scattered into the open air.
It's as sad as, drowning your eyes in painful tears you can't hold back.
It starts to look like, one year later, to see the light that beams
forward, and see a rain of hope heal the victims who knew pain and
It felt like much, to know more, in a line of duty
To care for those who need help when necessary
To seek the truth that lies within it's boundaries
And to give the needed hope to those who need that hope.
It starts to look like, if you look for the rain of hope and light, then
you can seek the answers you need and get the courage you need.
It then, sooner or later, knowing that we walked a path of pain and
nightmares months and years ago,
We look to see when we get to the t
Fountain of HopeIn a fountain of hope and healing, hear the words:
Come closer to the fountain and let it heal the pain that you have
From the fountain of cherishment, let the pain be purged from all ends.
From the fountain of hope, hear the words:
There is hope, that if you fail one time in life, you can learn from the mistake you made.
From the moment of happiness, there is always a gift of hope to support those who need it.
With a moment of devotion and life, there are the words:
There is care, and a soul in the world that has devotion.
Within the life force that is in reality, there is a future, that everyone has.
In a fountain of hope, there is words:
Even if you pass by a opportunity, there is another chance you can get it back sooner or later.
Even if all hope is lost for you, there is still a hand to hold in even the darkest times.
In a fountain of happiness, there are words:
If there is something you can look into, it is devotion and hope.
If it's a thing that makes you devoted and happy, it
Light or Dark stones
A roseful crystal catching the look of a visually impaired eye catches the inspiration of hope and happiness.
A crystal that is roseful and beautiful, has a sharp tip like a tower, and a beautiful light pink color for a clear sign of happiness.
A lost moment of happiness remains in this roseful crystal, that brings moments of memories and good endings that happened.
Spiritual and beautiful, the roseful crystal appears to have a natural design of beauty and light through it.
A lost roseful crystal in the eyes of the visually impaired and a lost roseful onyx in the eye of a visually impaired...
Which side is taken? Light or dark?
Happiness and good, or Chaos and hate?
A lost dark onyx with dark feeling and bad ends to those who bear as if they were cursed.
A dark onyx which brings the bad endings from 7 years ago? Or a lost roseful crystal that brings happiness, hope, and good endings from the past 7 years back?
Love, life, and hope from the roseful crystal, or Darkness, Hate, and Chaos
Winds of RealityCarried by the winds of this dimension, I follow the portal that goes through the next course that I must go through in order to live.
Carried by the winds of chaotic good and lawful neuturality, the pact of divinity is the pact of the gods that I believed in. The loyalty of a god who loves his creations, and a god who supports his creations within exceptions.
With the cold winds drifting through the air, it's a world where the sky has stars, and a dimension where everyone has a opportunity to live in within society.
Within the societies that we lived in, we lived throughout many hardships over years. Over these years, we learned in every way how we were supposed to live throughout life, and we were supposed to learn from our sins.
Even if we didn't learn from our sins, we still would eventually learn to let ourselves go of what came after us and go through the doors in our life that were waiting to be opened among the reality that lies before us.
But now there is this thing, what real
Solar Pacts♪What joy is there in happy ends and helping others in the real world?♪
♪It was the joy that allowed me to live on, and tell others that we can help each other in the darkest ends of time.♪
♪Even if the drive of hatred was still there...♪
♪The joy of happy ends and caring was the thing that drove me to helping others.♪
♪However, the drive of hate and chaos was the thing that would purge it away for me sooner or later.♪
♪But I refused to stop helping others in the end for my sins.♪
♪Because I let it get to me before.♪
♪In the joy of light vs dark, there is a pact that lies between them both, and it is determined by the person who chooses that pact for themselves.♪
♪And that person who chooses the side, is up to you to decide for yourself.♪
♪I could live the life rich and happy.♪
♪I could live the life poor and miserable.♪
♪I could live the life depres
MotherlandChoose a path. Forget your past.
Choose a country to live in. Choose the religion you believe in.
Choose the political viewpoint you believe in. Choose who your loyalty goes to.
Choose what your future will be. Forget how disabled you are.
Choose to do it yourself, when you have no choice but to do things alone.
Choose who your matriarchal figure is. Choose your patriarchal figure is.
Choose who you follow. Choose to make your predictions wisely.
Choose looking into people who you can believe in. Choose the beliefs in what you follow.
Choose the science you want to end up following. Choose who is your friend and who is your foe.
Choose your arch nemesis. Choose your reasons.
Choose how you want to fight your sins. Choose how you want to break your curse.
Choose what hope you will have for your future. Choose a life you want to live and why. But...
Who needs a reason? Who needs one, when you have a destiny that you must fulfill? How will the answers be found? Who
needs religion and poli
Lost worldA victim bound to ropes to be scarred throughout the ends of his life
Sooner or later to be bound in his own chains with his scars, to disappear alone.
With imps and demons around to fight alone, the only weapon around is the environment, and a knife.
Imps with the power to possess their own victims, would only use him for their evil gain in a cursed zone and encourage
his hate to linger on.
With remedies of fulfillment and options on how to get them, there are many curses across the doors in the zone that is cursed, and each curse has it's own toll.
A binding contract between good and evil, a label between hero and traitor, a world that is the opposite of his birth and
the world that he was tied to within.
Nobody but yourself, can make you hate yourself for what you have become.
Healing light and sorrow of the past that he lost, never to forget that he had others who followed him years ago.
Fairy dust and healing memories of his sad and sorrowful past, a sorrowful of strong words coul
Winter pains and depressionsWinter pains and depressions
It acts like cancer and it takes what I want from me.
Pain and suffering, is the thing that follows me, day and night.
It will do what it can to take everything from me,
Make me feel powerless without a fight, easy to give in.
Never playing by the rules, so the game goes on, and the rule means:
Neither can I play by the rules.
You can't run from your curse that took you over
You can't run away from your past.
You can't escape from your nightmares, but the only thing you can do about it is fight it, or lose to it.
Win the battle of your life, and take the gain, or lose the battle, and learn from the mistake that was made.
Winter pains and depressions is a battle that follow around day by day.
By the flying daystar that I follow,
The battle that I once fought was a battle of win or lose.
The daystar that came to me,
Was the star that broke the depressions that I suffered.
The winter pains that flew like a thousand knives froze my soul
But the fire that I coul
Creepypasta x Depressed!Reader - ZombieI frown looking at the small red droplets covering the bottom of the bathtub. Hearing three louds knocks on the bathroom door makes me look up from my wrist. I didn’t even hear him coming down the hall. Who am I kidding, I never hear him when it most matters.
But I hear the now, going back to the living room. I hesitate for a moment, cleaning up the tub and pulling my sleeves over the soon-to-be scars. I exit out of the bathroom, cigarette smoke instantly filling my lungs, making me want to tear my skin off and cough so bad that it makes throat ache. But I can’t. He is already standing there, eyes narrowed, making his face look much older than it actually should. I walk up slowly, aggravating him more.
He probably wouldn’t have been this angry if Vanilla was here.
She had left a few weeks ago, all while killing our mother. She was just abusive as our father, maybe worse. The police were called before she could get to our d
Eren Yeager x Reader One-Shot: His Hero
Being forced into training after being attacked by the Colossal Titan has caused all Hell to be released into Wall Maria and threatens all inhabitants of Wall Rose. It's only been two years since you, Eren, Mikasa, and Armin were pushed in the Trainee Corps. Just being there the first day was harsh enough to drive people to their limits, sending them back into the fields to work hard labor. The sincere intimidation from Keith Shadis had shown the wretched truth as to why some people had signed up in the Trainee Corps in the first place. It made you sick to see that people joined only to live in the luxury of the Military Police Brigade where none of them had to face the horrific creatures known as Titans. You, on the other hand, were planning to join the Survey Corps where you would be serving a purpose; whether it meant you would lose your life the next day.
"WHAT'S YOUR NAME, MAGGOT?!" Keith continued on with intimidating the Trainees as he w
UnableEmily leapt out of the car as soon as it was stopped and her fidgety hands could undo the seat belt, she excitedly ran straight over the lush green verge and into the pebble-dashed sand. Falling to her knees she clamped her hands around fistfuls of the warm little stones and threw them, delighted, into the air. The beach! Emily loved the beach, she had loved it her whole life. It was her second favourite place to be (after her pillow fort with Jennie, her polar bear teddy).
Emily’s Dad scooped her up off of the sand and held her upside down, making her shriek with laughter. He scolded her for running off but she knew that he was as happy as she was to be back at the seaside, so she laughed until he put her down again for wriggling too much.
Right way up again Emily scampered up and down the golden sweep of beach front looking for the absolute perfect place to watch the tumbledown waves of water. Emily knew her
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When I was younger I had many imaginary friends. Short ones, tall ones, some looked like cats or dogs, but none of them could compared to Mr. Thing. Mr. Thing, when I was younger, was a cute little teddy bear my mother had given me when I was three. Despite my imaginary friends he was all to real, cuddling me at night and keeping me company during the day. I carried him everywhere, and had refused to go anywhere without him up till the age of seven. Though even after I had stopped taking him everywhere I had still carried him around the house as if he were able to save me from dangers.
I had explained to him that I didn't want to take him to school anymore because he'd get dirty, and of course he had understood. Patiently waiting for me to return home to play with him. When I would come home he was the first thing I went to; where he would then sit, and help me with
WonderlandThe woman called Alice walks alone through the hollow streets, a seed planted in her sterile heart and a rifle sleeping in her belt. Last night, she'd witnessed the popping of Pérignon, and a dazzling display of fireworks, complete with alcohol-polished emotions and hundreds of thousands of citizens pulsing rowdy fanfare. She'd netted her highest number of kills that fateful day. Blood still rests in the creases of her palms.
A streetlamp greets her brightly with its mild glow, and alerts her to a dirty and disheveled homeless man groveling for money on the other side of the street. The young couple next to him give a feeble attempt to back away, claiming they have none to spare.
"Lies," Alice whispers. She can easily see the pearls jingling from the lady's neck, and a well-crisped suit guarding the young man from the night chill. Money is more than expendable to them. And this city could do without this attractive mask of a couple. They, too, are expendable. Alice begins t
Suicide and RebirthI stumbled upon a beautiful girl who was listening to loud music. I asked her,
"What kind of music do you listen to?"
She took out one earbud from her ear and replied,
"I listen to many things, sir."
"Like what?" I ask with curiosity.
"I listen to the breeze of the wind and the sound of the rain slamming on the roof during the stormiest of nights. I listen to the laughter of children when they play on the playground. I listen to the humming of the birds and the buzzing of the bees." She says.
"What beautiful things to listen to." I smile. "Do you listen to anything else?"
She smiles. "I'm glad you've taken an interest to my taste of music." She continues. "I listen to the pecking of woodpeckers and the howling of the wolf."
"The heart has its own song as well, sir. Do you hear it?" She asks in a tender voice.
"I do not." I say. "What does your heart sing of?"
"My heart sings of the rattling chains coiled around it, constricting it tighter and tighter as life drags on. It
When Love Breaks Down‘Sometimes my heart hurts to watch you’
- Wild Beasts.
‘Now you’re just somebody that I used to know’
I walk along the muddy path adjacent to the football field. With each step the thick layer of mud underneath my feet squelches satisfyingly and further encrusts itself onto my black boots. This late autumnal weather is beginning to turn bitter and unpleasant. Even my thick black winter coat cannot stop my skin from forming goosebumps or prevent my lips from shaking. The strong and violent wind collides against my face; my ears begin to ache and my head begins to hurt from the sheer force of it. The wind flirtatiously plays with my long blonde hair, throwing it around my face and deeply entangling it, whistling happily as it does so. Resentfully, I pull my coat tighter around me.
I look up at the overcast sky, dark clouds looming above and threatening to rain down on me. The wind chivvies them along and the
Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess and a handsome prince. The prince was a little older but the princess didn't mind. He was like a brother but very, very cute!
But the princess had an evil, mean, stinky older sister who always took the prince away from her! This made the princess very sad and angry!
She wished she was older...that way she could have the prince all to herself!! So one day she prayed to the stars and wished to be older!
"AND IT CAME TRUE!!!" Brianna screeched in her room. She stood in front of her mirror and struck a few poses. The clothes draped on her, and the heels were way too big for her feet. They were heels, bright red ones from mother's closet! Her dress of choice was the most beautiful one out of her mom's closet- a lovely blue sparkly dress which flowed outward like a mermaid dress. However, when Brianna wore it, it looked like a bag.
That's not all she had "borrowed." Her mother's jewelry always lay in the jewelry box on the dresser. It was
Death Battle: Travis Touchdown vs Jack Cayman
Madness Abe: Alright, the votes are in and the combatants are set. Let's end this battle once and for all.
Insanus Abe: IT'S TIME FOR A DEATH BATTLE!!!
Varrigan City, Jefferson Island
The monochromatic city of Varrigan was once more in a state of...bizarrely enough, organized chaos. This year's DeathWatch games had started off with a bang, and quite a bang it was. While it was difficult to repair from the damage caused during the last games and was a pain to look for new sponsors and organizers, but in the end, it was done. And the games were once more going and providing blood-soaked entertainment to all.
Jack Cayman stood in the middle of an empty street, leaning on a wall and smoking a freshly lit cigar. It was quite surprising to see the reigning DeathWatch champion be so relaxed...especially considering the fact that he was surrounded by an ocean of mutilated corpses, all victims of a chainsaw to
Lyneria's destructive fateYOU ROTTEN FATELESS COWARD!!!! Calclic said to Zerus, throwing a fireball at Zerus and beating him with his staff.
Do you know how much damage you have caused against my girl that I protected for the most of my life to make sure she gets
care, she gets training, and she gets what she must have to live?! And this power that you were given too, you better come up
with some answers or you'll being seeing yourself as a petrified statue in front of her own daughters and I'll have you incinerated!
Zerus is in the worse of his own life. After receiving power from Tara after the death of Mother, one of her guardians
Calclic, finds out and realizes that the body she lives in is in fact of a undead body. Troubled by the soul of Mother and by
the attacks that Calclic has made against him for the foolish mistakes, he sets and leaves to take his troubled path and find
Reiya to atone for the wrongs of the Konquestors battles, but now since Thayde and Lyneria have been destroyed in a full round
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