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SOO-JIN HAS BEEN MOVED TO HIS OWN BLOG.

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@sajaboytellem : the one where you have your soulmate’s name written on your body.

𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐓 if it wasn't for the mirror. It wasn't here yesterday, was it? Clawed fingers trail against the words on his throat, brows furrowing together. A name he knew far too well 'AK JI-WON' in dark letters, branded into his flesh. Lips part into a slight snarl, fanged teeth bared themself, trying to analyze it. Was it a tattoo he forgot he had gotten? No, he remember coming right back to Ji-won’s last night—and he had fallen asleep rather quickly once he had time to relax.

𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐒 pool over his shoulders—he hadn’t even begun to tie his hair up like usually as of yet—hell, he was still in his underwear, not even dressed. The metal of his prosthetic glinted in the light, a huff leaving Soo-Jin’s nose as he pulled back from the mirror. He heard about some phenomenon over the years about one’s soul-mate’s name appearing on their body—but there was no way this could be that, could it? Soo-jin didn’t feel emotions, not really—so how could he have a soul mate? It makes him huff out a laugh at how ridiculous the thought is before he moves to leave the bathroom; going into the other room.

“Oi, Jiji! You do this? Huh!?”

𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑���𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓 his words as he approaches his…lover? Companion? It’s all confusing to him, but he pushes the thought aside. The metal foot of his prosthetic thumps lightly against hardwood as he walks, reaching to grip onto the other man’s shoulder to force him to turn around, head tilted back as he points to Ji’s name on his throat. “‘Cause I didn’t!”

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He's staring. He's GLARING.

Who the HELL is going around looking like him??

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Who the HELL is going around looking like him??

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— josé olivarez // natalie diaz

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“How do we keep meeting like this?”

@parasociallly

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soo jin is fine as hell idc

please for the love of god stop fueling his ego.

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tumblr ate my ask anyways — where is soo jin taking his gf on a date

"...I have a girlfriend? Since when?"

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idk send me shit

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Lee Felix for ESQUIRE Korea Edited, Re-Colored, Re-touched

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there are far better fcs you could have used instead of felix

great I don’t care

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STRAY KIDS ✩ FELIX CEREMONY (2025)

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2 Kids Room 2025 Ep.07 Felix x Seungmin💙

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"This shit's rigged."

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soulmate au prompts.

send a number for a starter / drabble based off a specific soulmate au!  most are taken from this list.  feel free to add more if you want!  (can also be adapted to fit poly ships!)

the one where you only see color once you meet your soulmate.

the one where you have your soulmate’s name written on your body.

the one where you and your soulmate have matching marks on your bodies.

the one where you and your soulmate have matching marks and the marks glow when you’re near your soulmate.

the one where you don’t know your soulmate until you touch them.

the one where when you dream you’re seeing whatever your soulmate is currently experiencing.

the one where you and your soulmate share an emotional link.

the one where your soulmate’s first words to you are written on your body.

the one where your soulmate’s last words to you are written on your body.

the one where you have a timer on your wrist that counts down to when you meet your soulmate.

the one where soulmates share extreme physical sensation — if one gets hurt, the other gets hurt, and etc.

the one where soulmates can heal each other’s injuries.

the one where only your soulmate can kill you.

the one where color appears on your body wherever your soulmate first touches you.

the one where every lie your soulmate tells you appears on your skin.

the one where anything written on your skin appears on your soulmate’s skin as well.

the one where your soulmate’s name is on one wrist and your enemy’s name is on the other and you have no clue which is which.

the one where whenever you get a song stuck in your head, it’s because your soulmate is singing it.

the one where soulmates are reincarnated and keep finding each other throughout their different lives.

the one where you don’t know your soulmate until you hear them say your name.

the one where you can talk to your soulmate in dreams.

the one where it’s impossible to lie to your soulmate.

the one where once you meet your soulmate, it’s physically uncomfortable to be apart from them for too long.

the one where you have a compass on your body that leads you to your soulmate.

the one where you have the date you’ll meet your soulmate on your wrist.

the one where you have the date your soulmate will die on your wrist.

the one where you can transfer any injuries/pain your soulmate has onto yourself.

the one where some people can see the red string of fate and follow it to their soulmates.

the one where your soulmate’s ghost haunts you when they die.

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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐆𝐔𝐘  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐀𝐍  𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐓.  For  him  to  claim  to  be  a  hunting  dog  for  their  mutual  god,  Arsenal  didn’t  seem  to  notice  a  trap  laid  out  right  in  front  of  him.  Still,  Soo-jin’s  body  remains  lifeless  on  the  floor.  Crimson  continues  to  ooze  from  his  body—but  what  Arsenal  doesn’t  know  was  that  Soo-jin  was  listening.  To  his  breathing,  his  words,  his  movements.  Gauging  how  close  the  other  was—Soo-jin’s  body  remained  limp  and  lifeless  until  the  spear  was  removed  and  his  body  was  no  longer  pinned  to  the  cold,  hard  floor.

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃  until  laughter  could  be  heard  around  them,  as  if  echoing  off  the  walls  and  surrounding  the  both  of  them.  Then  came  the  grotesque  snapping  of  bones  as  they  settled  back  into  place,  his  arm  healing  itself  before  the  others  gaze.  Lips  pull  into  a  bloody  grin—the  light  appears  back  into  his  golden  eyes  and  he’s  quick;  hands  pushing  himself  half  way  up  and  his  legs  moving  to  sweep  Arsenal  off  his  feet  with  one  foot,  the  shin  of  his  metal  prosthetic  slamming  against  the  side  of  the  older  demons  head  as  he  fell,  sending  him  flying  across  the  room.  Soo-jin’s  legs  spun  as  if  he  were  breakdancing,  and  he  spun  his  body  to  give  himself  momentum  before  he  got  back  to  his  feet,  cracking  his  neck  and  laughing  louder  as  blood  oozed  down  his  face,  arm  reaching  outwards  as  his  woldo  appeared  from  the  shadows,  spinning  it  slowly  in  his  hand  as  he  started  to  approach  the  other.

“You  REALLY  thought  that  was  enough  to  kill  me?”

𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍  𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒  wide  across  his  face;  tongue  licking  and  smearing  the  blood  along  his  teeth.  Foot  slams  onto  Arsenal’s  chest,  blade  of  the  woldo  stabbing  the  ground  right  next  to  his  head,  the  artist  leaning  down;  blood  dripping  from  his  face  as  manic  gaze  burns  into  the  other.

“That’s  cute.  But  it  proves  to  me  that  you're  all  washed  up."  He  clicks  his  tongue,  head  tilting  as  he  puts  more  weight  on  the  foot  on  the  other  man's  chest.  "Give  me  a  reason  not  to  slice  your  head  clean  off."

𝐒𝐎𝐎-𝐉𝐈𝐍’𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓, depending on how often the bear was poked and prodded until it snapped and clamped its razor sharp jaws around its prey. And Arsenal just continued to poke and prodded until he felt Soo-jin’s jaws do just that ( metaphorically ). How dare he criticize his work? His worth? Old dogs needed to be put down, in his opinion. Replace them with something younger—sturdier. Arsenal’s jewlousy, while once funny to Soo-jin, was now becoming dull, dry, boring. Golden gaze flickered upon Arsenal’s face as the younger spoke, analyzing him, watching him, trying to read him. He was thinking—he could tell that much. His hand squeezes tighter—lips pull back to reveal the milky daggers of his pointed canines, brows narrowing slightly, lips parting to sneer out another hollow remark before his golden gaze widens from the sudden searing hot pink in his ribs.

𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒; able to read someone and their next move. It’s how he was able to kill so many people in the centuries he had been alive. But perhaps the dog was far too distracted; trying too hard to figure Arsenal out that his guard was left wide open. He could taste the liquid iron in his mouth—the smell filling his senses and mixing with heat. His grip tightened more from the impact before his grip loosens Arsenal; arm grabbed by the other and feeling the painful bend in the elbow.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐋, the pressure of the spear forcing him to the ground and the sound of his arm snapping; the bone splintering as it breaks into numerous pieces; bone piercing flesh in a grotesque manner as he’s pinned to the ground. A silence washes over the both of them—eerie and uncertain as he’s pinned body sliders along the blade of the spear and limp body collides with the stone floor beneath. Arm is twisted in a way that’s inhumane; blood pools underneath him—wide eyes no longer holding any light within them as he lays there—limp and breathless.