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❛ What a simple thing it is to snap your neck. You are so fragile, you mortals, such things of skin and air. ❜

Just as the Keyblade drew in the relentless swarm of Heartless, an insidious darkness resided within every heart, waiting to emerge. It was only to be expected that the parasitic shadows tainting his own heart would call to those who embodied the light. Yet, Sora never anticipated that his journey through this unfamiliar realm would lead him to the suffocating embrace of a stunning Goddess. The striking juxtaposition between his broad, muscular frame and her tall, graceful figure spoke volumes about how she wielded her strength with an effortless elegance, treating him like a delicate child's plaything. Sora struggled against her grip as she held him firmly, articulating her threat with elegance.

❛ What a simple thing it is to snap your neck. You are so fragile, you mortals, such things of skin and air. ❜

As frightening as the situation was, a flicker of relief coursed through Sora. It served as a haunting reminder of his mortality, a tether to his humanity lurking beneath the monstrous darkness that had taken root in his heart. Trapped and struggling, he felt like a worm wriggling helplessly on a hook, and this troubling reality did not sit well with the other entity— the dark presence that had sought refuge within him. This force was not idle; it would make its presence known, especially when threatened by the Goddess of Light, Palutena; she aimed to expel the darkness from Sora's heart, but little did she know that Sora never faced his battles alone.

Without warning, a tendril of murky Darkness erupted like a gunshot from the core of his being, shooting to strike Palutena's arm with shocking accuracy. At the exact moment, another tendril snaked out from Sora's back, yanking him away from her grasp with a forceful pull. This dark appendage acted swiftly, securing its host and creating a safe distance between them and the Goddess. Like a shield, the shadows coiled protectively around Sora, ready to defend against any divine retaliation.

Sora fought for breath, each cough as painful as the last. His hand pressed against his throat, a feeble attempt to dispel the lingering discomfort. Finally, he gasped for air, the coolness filling his lungs like a revitalizing balm. As he looked up, his watery eyes locked onto the radiant figure of the Goddess, her brilliance almost blinding yet somehow comforting. Hesitation flickered within him, a storm of conflicting emotions brewing beneath the surface.

Deep down, he felt the weight of his reluctance to fight, but the haunting image of Kairi lingered in his mind—a bittersweet reminder of the bond they once shared and the irreplaceable loss that now haunted him. The growling parasite nestled within his heart gnawed at his resolve, a relentless echo of his determination to protect what remained of their shared dream.

'Cause I'd rather die than grow old without the best of you.'

'Though I never thought that these would be the lengths we'd go for love, I would not have it any other way.'

Sora stands resolutely, his silhouette bold against the encroaching, swirling darkness that threatens to engulf him. His heart pounds with fierce determination, igniting a blazing fire in his spirit. As he prepares to engage Palutena in battle, his resolve illuminates his fierce and unwavering gaze, reflecting deep-seated courage propelling him into the fray.

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Black Palutena 🖤 | yasaikakiage

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"Seems I have missed the booping war... Skyworld is so high in the clouds, sometimes events in the mortal realm go amiss."

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Respond to the following prompts out of character, then tag others you'd like to get to know a little bit better.

ROLEPLAYER NAME: Ghost or Ghosty! Whichever you like.

ROLEPLAYER PRONOUNS: she/her

MUSE NAME: Palutena

PREFERRED COMMUNICATION: Through IM's on here or Discord

EXPERIENCE: I started out on Myspace! That must have been around 2003/2004? Started out as a terrible one-liner who did terrible edits, lol. My first character was Sakura from Naruto and then branched out to a mary-sue OC. Then I played with all sorts of characters throughout the years on different sites. Rp'd on Discord for years before deciding to give Tumblr a chance again.

PREFERRED ROLEPLAY TYPE: I consider myself a mirror writer because I can match the style of however my partner writes! I don't accept one-liners unless we're bantering though. I find it boring when there is so much more to discover about a muse and a plot. I also tend to write more than I should, but I can't help it!

PET PEEVES & DEALBREAKERS: I'm a pretty chill person and not a lot bothers me when it comes to story-telling and writing. I can separate real life from my writing to make a good story that is filled with drama and real life experiences, but as soon as I start to feel pressured to reply all the time and my partner isn't patient with me, I will lose interest really fast. I don't want rp to feel like a job and as soon as it does, I shut down.

PLOTS OR MEMES: Both! Memes are a good way to break the ice if both are too shy to approach the other to talk about a plot, but I also enjoy a good plot discussion! Especially if one of us has a good idea for how to get our muses involved with each other. But I'm also cool with winging it as well.

BEST TIME TO WRITE: In the mornings. All of my energy and motivation typically happens in the mornings and dies out in the afternoon. I WFH and that's the only time I'm glued to my desk. So when there's no work to be done, I can sneak in replies here and there!

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE: To a degree? There's aspects of Palutena that I put into myself, especially in her godling years when she was young and playful. Some of that playfulness is still there, but it's subdued now. There's also the finer details like we both enjoy sweets and baths. And women. We both like women a lot, lol. But when it comes to Palutena's darker side, I don't think I'm like her at all. I'm too nice and a total people-pleasing push over while Palutena is not. She's not afraid to smite a bitch who wrongs her.

tagged by stolen from : @keepmovinjunior tagging: anyone!

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Pours out an entire sack of ambrosia and nectar candies for his beloved Goddess 🍬 🍬 🍬 🍬

Send a🍬 for my muse to receive a candy

"Oh!"

Holding out her hands for what she assumes is going to be a few candies, soon turns into an entire sack full of different variations of ambrosia and nectar flavored candies falling into her waiting palms. She tries to catch them all, but the pile seems never ending until a hill as high as her knees sits at her feet.

She looks down at the pile of sweets, baffled.

"Oh my, this is quite the collection. Where did you get all of this?" She leans down to pick out a single hard candy. Unwrapping it, she tosses it into her mouth and hums, appreciating its sweetness. How she would eat all of this, she doesn't know, but she would be damned if she doesn't try. It was enough to last her for several Halloweens.

"Here. Since you blessed me with so many," she plucks another piece of candy from the pile and unwraps it to hold it out for Pit to take, the sweet treat pressing against his lips to encourage him to open his mouth. "You should help me eat all of these. Halloween is all about sharing, isn't it?"

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Send a🍬 for my muse to receive a candy

Sender or receiver may specify what kind of candy

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"Hey, Lady Palutena-icus, you remember the day you created the Firefly?"

"Oh, yes! How could I forget?" A laugh escapes as she reminisces the memories; a foolish mortal who once thought they could place themselves on the same pedestal as the illustrious Goddess of Light.

Oh, how wrong they had been when they received their just rewards.

She leans back, hands keeping herself perched up, her feet resting in the cool crisp waters at the lake's edge. Fireflies dance around them in the darkness, the soft chirp of crickets singing the praises of summer, and Selene watching over them with her gentle glow. Sometimes letting her feet touch the earth was all the needed to relax and remind herself that breaks were allowed every once in a while.

Especially when they came with a good story and a funny memory.

"One should never say they light up the room when they walk in." She hums wistfully and wags her finger as though she were scolding the same mortal she had spitted all those centuries ago. It was amusing now, but at the time, she couldn't deny the threatened feeling that had evoked her to act out.

If someone wanted to light up the room with their presence and not appreciate the Goddess of Light first and foremost, then she would ensure that they remember just how well they can light up a room.

"Had they not let such a lighthearted compliments get to their head, I might have let them off the hook. Hmmm, but then we wouldn't have stars dancing on earth had I not stepped in."

To everyone else, it had been a divine blessing instead of a punishment, to be given such a gift. After all, it was because of that mistake that the earth was blessed with the beauty of the firefly; to offer its light in the dimmest darkness.

She smiles and reaches out a finger, allowing one of the firefly's kins to land on her finger. The backside of the insect flashes dimly, its wings fluttering. Long had their kin forgotten the curse placed upon them, their minds no more than thoughtless beings who now focus on survival and instincts. Nothing more.

She enjoys its presence for a moment longer and then blows it away with a gentle breeze exuding past parted lips, watching as it flies away towards the lake's surface to join the rest of its kind.

"They are quite pretty though, are they not?"

Yes, she had done good.

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A rabbit. Or perhaps a hamster.

That is what the Goddess equates the excitable Honey to. Something small and cute. Something that could be crushed if one were to squeeze too hard.

But why harm something that could benefit? Yes, the Goddess Palutena feels compelled to offer her undue blessings upon the baker with little question as to why. If it meant being supplied with sweets beyond measure, Palutena would ensure Honey's protection and blessings upon her business.

"What a sweet thing you are, and so talented too! Should I sample something tasteful, I believe I have quite the honeying choice right in front of me..." Her gaze rakes over the beauty's form, drinking in the dessert standing before her, but eventually settles upon meeting her stare instead. Her smile, stretching into a curve of playfulness, exudes the same teasing nature in her glistening emerald hues.

Finding pleasure in the way she teases the young girl to incite a reaction out of her, the Goddess finds that she simply can't help herself.

"But I suppose, for now, I can settle for some cake? Strawberry, preferably." Palutena offers an outstretched palm, signaling Honey to lead the way to where these illustrious treats were waiting. After all, it was rude to continue playing with her food.

...Wah???? she finds herself, momentarily, at a loss for words—which is no small occasion for woman of Honey's particular bearing. Some might reason it was a natural response to the visitation of a goddess, but the Lady's divinity isn't what inspires the would-be archfey's reaction, so much as it is her playful tone and glittering gaze, praise and curiosity uttered in a lovely voice with nary a hint of the omniscient superiority most would assume from a god...

Which is to say, in simpler terms: Honey was utterly hopeless when a beautiful woman talked sweet to her.

❝ Right! Yes! That's me— Honey Moto, at your service, eheh... baker, chocolatier, candy-maker—basically anything sweet and indulgent you can name, I can make it. Except for, like, the sweetest and loveliest of ladies like yourself; everything sweet, just short of the heavens. ❞ She fumbles her way through the introduction, at first, but quickly snaps back into bubbly form—ever-ready with some winsome words of her own.

❝ But I don't expect you to take my word for it, of course: if you'd like to sample anything, just say the word—and if you have something special in mind, I'd be happy to make whatever your oh-so radiant heart desires. ❞

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Indeed, she chooses not to speak. In favor of listening rather than engage, she drowns out the raucous sounds of the party around them and focuses on Dionysus. With a far away look in her disquieting hues, she hardly pays attention, nonetheless.

She doesn't care to hear about how the alcohol was made, how the nymphs assisted nor how it had been aged for eighty years. She simply does not care. But she does appreciate the distraction and offers him a diminishing smile of gratitude.

Until he asks how he was like.

Palutena frowns, her smile disappearing in favor of a glare in the God's direction. The alcohol hasn't replaced the coldness in her heart with favoring warmth yet. Her pains and sorrows yet to drown out the screaming in her head. She wants to forget. Just for tonight.

She takes another drink; a gulp big enough to hurt, and uses the back of her hand to wipe away the redness from the corner of her lips. Gaze sweeping across the battlefield of drunken entities and clothing strewn across the floor, all belonging to various owners., she sighs and shakes her head.

"For one, he would have hated this..." Yes. He had been a shy boy. A quiet boy. Someone who would have hid away in his shop and built trinkets and bobbles. Not waste away at a party with different partners he knew not the name of.

She looks down at her drink, contemplating, and then tips her head back to drown in the rest of its inebriating nectar.

DIONYSUS. "I'll pretend that's just the grief talking." come now, who else but him? Truly, out of all the gods save for Penthos, and maybe Algae, but you get the point... out of all the gods,.. "Who knows grief better than the drink?" And one cup to the godling made goddess. This one's for her. And he drinks.

"Mmm. This one, I made with the nymphs. Aged it for 'bout... eighty years." She didn't need to talk, she didn't need to even respond. This wasn't about healing, it was just about being. She could parse through the words, find the meaning, it was obvious this was his way of... picking up her air, letting her vomit out the bile of dead love. No, no.. it's more.. bleeding, really. It's nasty, is what it is.

This feeling.. it's gotta be exhumed, but on her own terms. She's gotta' be the one to get on her knees, look down, and start to open her mouth. Beg for it to crawl out from that pit that's in her heart. And frankly, she'll choke on it. Again, and again. And again. The blood pools, it grips by the throat, but eventually, if she keeps at it,.. it'll work out. Of course, she's an Olympian. Flawless and perfect. So perfectly timeless.. what good is that thing that heals all wounds to a being that doesn't perceive it. An eon is a good nap, a millennia is sleeping in. And the ache always haunting

"... what was he like?" Curiosity? Something like that.

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Easing Aqua's suppression around authority felt far too easy, but Palutena applauses the eagerness in the master's desires to appease her. Doing so felt effortless and the Goddess was pleased with her desperation.

Her gaze softens and a smile spreads, her hand reaching out for the glider when it materializes before her. With Aqua perched on top of the advanced contraption, Palutena lets her fingertips smooth across the cool metal point positioned at the front.

She admires the glider, marveling at the technological innovation in its design. Someone she knew a long time ago would have appreciated its optimization...

"Do be safe. While my blessing will be with you, I do fear that my light may not reach a place filled with so much darkness..." Her hand pulls away from the glider and she sighs, "I may not be able to help you if something goes wrong..." Gaze lifting to look at the armored master, she ponders over several options, her worries as obvious as the frown on her face. It would be unwise to lose someone who gave her so much power through her worship. If Aqua chose to not come back, Palutena may never rid her home of these strange creatures.

And she would hate to have to enact her wrath on someone so formidable. Yes, it would be best that she keeps her eyes on Aqua no matter the stakes.

"But if that happens, I can instruct my finest captain to assist you in your search. Here--" She lifts a hand and a flash of light manifests a single white feather, one she holds as a keepsake but could work as a beacon should she command it. She offers it to Aqua by raising her arm higher. "-- This will help you summon him. His name is Pit. Let him know that you were sent by his Goddess he will stand by your side and be your support." That, she has no doubts. To have someone just as loyal fighting alongside her meant she wouldn't have the capability to stray.

"And I have another gift to offer you, my valiant knight."

Once the feather no longer occupies her palm, another flash of light replaces it. This time, with a laurel crown of golden leaves. She brings the starch headpiece to her lips and gently kisses it, linking her connection with a puff of sparkling light. Her voice will now occupy Aqua's mind.

She offers it as well with an even kinder smile on her soft lips.

"I can communicate to you through this until you reach this Realm of Darkness. That way, you know that you are not alone. You have allies by your side and my blessing shining upon you always." All gifts now given away, the Goddess steps back, giving Aqua the room she needs for lift off. Palutena bows her head, a hand resting over her heart.

"I pray for your safe return."

Strong rays of sun create dark shadows.

It is a sentiment that never had left the pious master, and even now she wondered if the goddess in all of her splendor had attracted such hungering eyes... and yet, it was also something she, too, struggled to accept. For Aqua had toiled away in darkness for so long, seen what it had made of her, and yet she was supposed to believe that light could have been anything other than her savior?

A master ought to have all the answers... sometimes she felt so terribly lost. And then... and then...

Moments like this happens, where those fingers once again tame her ruffled feathers. Forcing her eyes to meet those of divinity -- a vast cosmic array, with the pigments of seafoam. Aqua's lips part, agape to bid the goddess's every wish,

❝ Palutena... ❞ she repeats back to her, and realizes that there is something out there that is more addictive than the dark ; it's that name. She could say it again and again, scream it, and never tire of it... but she remembers self discipline, and keeps that mantra to her heart, instead. Sneaking out just one, ❝ Lady Palutena, ❞ to confirm she understands her goddesses wishes, and even punctuate it with a tender smile.

Which only subsides when she squares her shoulders and tightens her jaw with a look of determination. ❝ Understood. ❞

And so, after striking her shoulder piece the knight dons her armor in a flurry of light, mounting her keyblade glider. ❝ The world that breeds darkness itself -- the Realm of Darkness. That's where my heart is telling me to investigate. ❞ She doesn't feel afraid to say so--not with Palutena's graces. ❝ I know my way around there, so it shouldn't be any trouble... ❞

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in another universe i’m able to save you

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"My sister and I collaborated in the construction of Skyworld. If there is anyone you should be terrorizing about color choices, it would be her. I advise you reach out to Medusa. After all, you two share a home now..."

Once upon a time, Palutena almost did kill her sister. But, she doesn't want to get into that right now...

𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒. "Really, Palutena dull yellows and fading green... who does your decor? ...You should kill them." @goddessxoflight

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

sorry to, like, inform you of this, but: you have failed the vibe check

[ELDRITCH BLAST.fx]

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The sound of water parting for Aqua's hips as she settles down on her knees, where she belongs, before the Goddess. She dares not meet her eyes like this, when they are both bare and there is nothing hiding them -- even the water does little to hide every curve of their body and the wide expanse of flesh.

The same flesh that the master had been graciously tasked to help clean.

Aqua could tell herself it's just the warmth of the water that makes her face color like a rose's bloom, or that it's why her lips are in constant need of wetting from her tongue. But once she brings her soaped up fingers to that divine ankle, and lathers up her calve, the quickness of her heart cannot lie at all to her. She is so deeply enamored by the shape of her... and the touch. It's almost a shame her own raggedy calluses would be allowed to touch something so divine... but who was she to refuse a request from Palutena?

Finally sapphire blues do raise to meet that of seafoam, a dizzied look about her, confidence slowly building aside her reverence.

❝ How does this feel, Lady Palutena...? ❞ she asks, even as her body quakes from the lurid self indulgence of bathing the deity, Aqua remains ever desperate for that approval.

[ just gorls takin a bath :) ]

Such a good girl, her knight in shining armor is.

Palutena smirks, one hand helping her lean back, propping her up as her leg extends outward, giving Aqua proper access to the long and slender limb. Droplets of water cascade down, rippling beneath her as Aqua draws closer.

Palutena says nothing, choosing to watch the warrior who was too eager to please.

The blushed cheeks, the fidgety nature, and the shy demeanor was unmistakable as the warrior began her task, her calloused hands reaching for the Goddesses' soft flesh, scratching at her. One may become embarrassed by overworked hands, but Palutena found it pleasurable; proven by the soft moan of approval that hums in the back of her throat.

Palutena closes her eyes, head tilting to one side. It was a certain kind of worship in bathing another and Palutena felt rejuvenated with every soft caress of Aqua's palm. Only until she hears the question does she open her eyes once more, lashes fluttering as her gaze settles upon the shy bluebird kneeling before her.

Palutena's gaze is soft and relaxed. She reaches out, fingers tangling through wet blue hair and towards her cheek, cupping it. Her thumb brushes over the blush staining Aqua's flesh there. She looks so pretty when she blushes.

"Hmmm, you have a divine touch, my dear." She replies sweetly, bestowing upon her; the approval Aqua so desperately sought out. "I couldn't have asked for a better person to endue such a task. However..."

"... Perhaps there is something else you can do to help a Goddess in need?" She purrs, her washed leg retracting into a bend before spreading outward in unison to her other leg, presenting herself to the warrior. She leans back with both hands supporting her from behind, her body sat at the edge of the pool.

With a wag of her finger, she beckons Aqua to lean in on her own accord.

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What part of this haunted house are you?

The W i n d o w s.

Tell me, do you look inwards or out? You’re a dreamer who feels just a little too much about things just a little too out of reach. There’s a longing trapped inside of you, to be a part of the nature that you look over every day, and you resent the way people look through you with that same longing. They don’t get it. You watch them in the garden, see them get absorbed into nature little by little. They don’t feel it as strongly as you do. Still, when a new tenant moves in, a baby with them this time, you have to look inside as the house moves to absorb them before nature can. It hurts what remains of your heart, your still beating heart that feels just a little too much.

Stolen from: @ikarosxflight Tagging: Whoever wants to participate!

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can you come collect your freak of a man please. He’s doing things

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Where should you be kissed?

Palm.

You give and give. you are a gentle heart, broken but still standing... always lending a hand for those who need it, expecting nothing in return. you deserve someone taking your hand and kissing your open palm, the hands which have selflessly helped so many others.

Tagged by stolen from: @mielmoto