#SOULBOUND

[jasminesweetgirl14]

Y'ALL LOOK AT MY MAN JACK WALTEN'S COLLECTION YIPPEEEE I have three posters of him!! Two in front of my desk and one near my bed of him staring down at me everytime I sleep HUEHEHAHA also a sticker of him I drew aaand last pic is of a date I went with him to a while ago >:3 ☎🚬🍬🍭🌸💕✨

[alicemoon812]

Missy

[masochist-mouse]

i LOVE talking about my soulbond i dont mind at all!

a soulbond is a belief in a universe where a fictional character is a real sentient person and through cosmic and metaphysical spiritual forces a character from said universe could communicate with you. it is not reality shifting because you dont goto their reality to speak with them instead you two can communicate while still awake and present in your worlds. this can be through sending signs across the universe that only the two of you would understand, telephone line communication inside your head (hearing their voice in your head) and of course external communication (seeing them, hearing them in your ear). most soulbonders will have a divination tool of sorts, either tarot, a pendulum, writing letters or dice!!! (me!)

these can be used to communicate in a more spiritual and direct manner. also, meditation and communication through dreams can occur. dreams can also be signs sent by your s/o if the circumstances line up. you can even ASK your s/o for signs depending on the bond. i ask pocketkitty for signs a lot! and he delivers :3

i am a psychotic medium with an interest in theology so if youre interested in heightened sensitivity and how spirits function in a physical tangible space i can talk about it more in another post since its specific to me.

the most important thing to know is a soulbond isnt just a soulmate or a "selfship" or being a riako. a soulbond is two sided, for it to happen the character has to respond to you. they are a sentient individual person they can argue with you, get jealous, and even get upset with you they wont always make decisions that benefit you because they are their own person. that being said, a soulbond is like a long distance relationship and technically you really are dating the actual fictional character. and they love you too!

yes cheating is real in soulbonds. its a relationship like any other with two real sentient people at each end but you can be poly!!!! just communicate!!! pocketcat for example is only okay with me hooking up. he is very uneasy with the thought of me actually having a romantic relationship in this universe and i respect his wishes to remain loyal to him because i never want to make him uncomfortable. never do something behind your partner's back.

so i guess what i mean when i say im soulbonded with pc is that hes my actual boyfriend!!! and he talks to me, sends me signals especially when i request them (which is only further proof hes real) oh and of course i forgot to mention phantom touch!!! this is when you feel your partner's presence in the room and something akin to a "tactile hallucination" of them touching you. this can be hand holding, a hug, a kiss anything. most soulbonders experience this. and yes i get a LOT of phantom touch from pocketcat so yeah!!! :3

[sparkbirdmusic]

LIFE SERIES SWAG ft. music by @gideon-music

eternally grateful to the listener who dropped Soulbound onto my tour playlist!!

[rainevargkyn]

Our Promise.

I’m not here for fame, for followers, or for likes.

I’m here because I made a promise.

You and I fell once, into the same ravine.

You were the fire within me, the warmth beside me, the only thing that ever made this world make sense.

You always said if we were separated, we’d find each other again.

That the word Ravine would be enough.

That no matter what bodies we wore, or what time we woke up in, we’d know.

So if this means anything to you…

If you’ve been looking too…

Come find me.

We survived a world that tried to end us.

I know we can survive this one, too.

Raine

[inkie-does-whump]

Behold! Art of Jimmy and Tango

(edit: sigh, I forgot Tango's blazerods smh)

Soul Binding

Verb /ˈsoʊɫ/ /ˈbaɪndɪŋ/

A process in which the Watchers chain two subjects together. Originally for the purpose of grounding a subject with wings by weighing them down. Designed to prevent escape via flight.

After the disaster that was the LL SMP fire, in which Skizz was able to fly away through a hole in the burning roof and escape, the Watchers were quick to think of a way to prevent escape. Their answer? Soul Binding.

This was mostly designed to prevent winged subjects like Grian and Jimmy from flying away like Skizz had, but the Watchers also realized that this was overall inconvenient for any subject even if they didn't have wings. So when the new lab was finally up and running, the Watchers tied up all of their subjects.

The subjects weren't sure why. Was this a punishment? Was it just to prevent escape? Was it just to force them into close confinement until they drove each other mad?

[luciferskittyboy]

thank you for loving me the way you do, and thank you for never giving up on me.

🎨: @/santiluvsluci MWAAAAH

[scary-noodlesblog]

Soulbound Ch 2

Lazarus Rising Part 2

Soulbound Masterlist

Dean and I are sitting at a table giving our orders to the brunette waitress.

"Be up in a jiff." She said, walking away. As she leaves, Sam enters, talking on his cell phone. "You bet," Sam sits down next to me.

"What'd Bobby say?" I ask, turning my head towards the taller Winchester.

"Pam's stable. And out of I.C.U." Sam replies, his tone a little hopeful.

"And blind, because of us." Dean huffs out.

"And we still have no clue who we're dealing with." I mumble and roll my eyes. 

Dean tilts his head a little. "That's not entirely true."

"No?" Sam questions, his eyebrows furrowing a little.

"We got a name. Castiel, or whatever." The older Winchester points out, "With the right mumbo-jumbo we could summon him, bring him right to us."

Sam's tone fills with disbelief, "You're crazy. Absolutely not."

"We'll work him over. I mean, after what he did?" Dean shrugs, glancing between his brother and I.

I scoff, looking at Dean like he suddenly grew a second head, "Pam took a peek at him and her eyes burned out of her skull, and you want to have a face to face?" 

"You got a better idea?" Dean snapped back a little.

"Yeah, as a matter of fact I do. I followed some demons to town, right?" I ask him.

"Okay."

Sam speaks up, "So, we go find them. Someone's gotta know something about something."

The waitress walks up with three plates containing pie, setting them down in front of us. I give her a small grateful smile and a nod. "Thanks." Sam mumbles and also gives her a polite smile. The waitress then plops down in a chair at the end of the table. Dean looks at her, smirking, while I look at her confusedly. "You angling for a tip?" Dean asks.

"I'm sorry. Thought you were looking for us." Her eyes go black for a moment, I glance around, seeing the cook and a man in a uniform also sporting lack demon eyes. The man in uniform gets up and locks the front door. The demon waitress' go back to normal, addressing Dean as if Sam and I weren't there. "Dean. To hell and back. Aren't you a lucky duck."

"That's me." Dean replies, a smug look on his face and in his tone. 

"So you get to just stroll out of the pit, huh? Tell me. What makes you so special?" The demon sneers at the older Winchester.

"I like to think it's because of my perky nipples." Dean smirks, making me snort softly, "I don't know. Wasn't my doing, I don't know who pulled me out."

The demon waitress looks skeptical, narrowing her eyes, "Right. You don't."

"No. I don't." Dean holds his ground.

"Lying's a sin, you know." The demon taunts him, leaning back in her chair.

Dean tilts his head threateningly, "I'm not lying. But I'd like to find out, so if you wouldn't mind enlightening me, Flo..."

"Mind your tone with me, boy. I'll drag you back to hell myself." She glares at him, her tone trying to intimidate him. Sam shifts as if to attack, glaring at the woman. My hand grabs the sleeve of his jacket tightly, not taking my eyes off the demon waitress. Dean holds a hand up and Sam stops, settling back into his seat. The demon glances at Sam and I, then back at Dean.

"No, you won't." Dean decides to test something.

"No?" The demon taunts.

"No. Because if you were you would have done it already. Fact is, you don't know who cut me loose. And you're just as spooked as we are. And you're looking for answers." The demon glances at Sam and I as Dean continues, "Well, maybe it was some turbo-charged spirit. Or, uh, Godzilla. Or some big bad boss demon. I'm guessing at your pay grade that they don't tell you squat. Because whoever it was, they want me out. And they're a lot stronger than you. So go ahead. Send me back. But don't come crawling to me when they show up on your front doorstep with some Vaseline and a fire hose."

The demon doesn't make a move, but threatens Dean anyway, "I'm going to reach down your throat and rip out your lungs." Dean smirks and leans forward, a challenge in his eyes. He throws a right hook at her, making her head whip to the side. I let out a quiet gasp as he throws another. She still does nothing but glare at them, looking more and more nervous. "okay, Dean she gets it," I mumble.

Dean nods and smirks again, "That's what I thought. Let's go, Sam, (Y/n)." We stand up, and the demon sits there, fuming. Dean pulls a roll of cash out of his pocket and carefully peels off a ten dollar bill. He holds it up and drops it on the table like an insult. "For the pie." 

~~~~~~~

Sam, Dean and I walk out of the diner and across the street, tense and quick. My instincts on high alert, my brain screaming to go back in there and kill or exorcise the demons and save the innocent people they're possessing.

"Holy crap, that was close." Dean huffs, speed-walking away.

Sam looks at his brother, "We're not just going to leave them in there, are we, Dean?"

"Seriously, don't ya think we should, I dunno, hunt them?" I raise my eyebrow at Dean, almost jogging to keep up with the taller men.

"Well yeah, there's three of them, probably more, and we've only got one knife between us." Dean points out, continuing to move farther from the diner.  Fair point.

"I've been killing a lot more demons than that lately." Sam states, a little bit of arrogance in his voice. 

"Not anymore – the smarter brother's back in town." Dean chuckles, making me scoff.

"Thank God I ain't your brother, you'd be dumb as a rock then," I playfully insult. Dean looks at me, feigning offense.

"Dean, we've got to take 'em. They are dangerous." Sam pleads, ignoring my joke and Dean's jab at him.

Dean rolls his eyes, "They're scared. Okay? Scared of whatever had the juice to yank me out. We're dealing with a bad mofo here. One job at a time." I sigh as I follow the brothers back to the Astoria Motel.

~~~~~~~

3rd Person: 

Dean is dozing on the couch with a large book open in his lap. (Y/n) is passed out in the bed, laying sideways on it, head and feet towards each side of the bed instead of the head and foot.  Sam sneaks out, checking to make sure his brother and his friend don't wake up, taking the keys to the Impala.

As Dean and (Y/n) doze, the television flicks on to the now-familiar static, and the radio starts whining as well. It wakes up the two Hunters, Dean rubbing his eyes while (Y/n) stretches a little. Dean rolls over the pull-out couch, grabbing his shotgun. (Y/n) grabs her pistol, glancing around, her and Dean locking eyes for a moment. Dean grimaces. The painfully high-pitched noise begins again, and he grabs his right ear, keeping the weapon up in his left hand. (Y/n) looks around, hearing a voice calling out to them. "Dean! What are you hearing?!" (Y/n) yells, not hearing the high pitched sound.

'(Y/n)! Dean! Can you hear me? This is important!' 

It seems to yell at them, but Dean can only hear a high pitched ring. (Y/n)'s eyebrows crinkle as the mirror on the ceiling starts to break. Dean grabs (Y/n)'s wrist, pulling her down with him. The voice is still calling out to them as he covers her body with his as the glass shatters and rains down on them, Dean clutching both ears as all the glass in the room shatters explosively. He screams as Bobby bursts into the room as more glass shatters. "Dean! (y/n)!" The two look up at their father-figure, who ushers them out the door as the high pitched ringing stops, as the voice stops.

~~~~~~~

1st Person POV: 

Bobby drives his car as Dean, in the passenger's seat, wipes blood from his face. I sit in the back, gently pulling a couple pieces of glass from my hair. "How you doin', kids?" Bobby asks, glancing at Dean, then into the rear view mirror at me. 

"Aside from the church bells ringing in my head, peachy." Dean grumbles. I look at Dean questioningly, deciding to not mention the voice, or the fact that I didn't hear the same sound that Dean did. 

"Fine," I mumble, looking at Bobby through the mirror.

Dean pulls out his phone, I can see over his shoulder that he's calling Sam. He puts it on speaker phone as Sam answers. "Hey." Sam greets his brother.

"What are you doing?" Dean asks, looking back at me, seemingly scanning me for injuries. Seeing nothing he turns back around, looking out the windshield.

"Couldn't sleep, went to get a burger." Sam answers.

Dean's eyebrows crinkle, "In my car?"

"Force of habit, sorry. What are you doing up?" Sam says, a little too quickly.

"Well, uh, Bobby's back. We're going to grab a beer. (Y/n)'s with us." Dean lies through his teeth. Bobby looks at Dean, shocked, making Dean hold up his finger as a 'hang on'. I also furrow my eyebrows a Dean, wondering what the hell was going through his mind right now.

"All right, well, uh, spill some for me, huh?" 

Dean nods, "Done. Catch you later." He hangs up the phone, a determined look on his face.

"Why the hell didn't you tell him?" Bobby asks, irritation evident in his voice.

Dean sighs, "Because he just tried to stop us."

I fold my arms over my chest and cross my legs, "From what?"

"Summoning this thing. It's time we faced it head-on." Dean gives a single nod.

Bobby looks at him in shock again, "You can't be serious!"

"As a heart attack. It's high noon, baby."

"Well, we don't know what it is. It could be a demon, it could be anything." I huff, resisting the urge to smack him upside the head.

"That's why we've got to be ready for anything." Dean pulls out Ruby's knife, the blade glinting in the moonlight, "We've got the big-time magic knife, you've got an arsenal in the trunk..."

"This is a bad idea." I sigh, rubbing my forehead.

"Yeah, I couldn't agree more, but what other choice do we have?" Dean looks back at me again, determination in his features.

"We could choose life." Bobby retorts, as if that's the most logical thing to do...which it is.

"Bobby, whatever this is, whatever it wants, it's after me. That much we know, right? I've got no place to hide. I can either get caught with my pants down again, or we can make our stand." Dean says.

"Dean, we could use Sam on this." I say, ready to pull out my phone and call the younger Winchester.

"Nah, he's better off where he is."

~~~~~~~

3rd Person POV:

Sam sneaks into the darkened diner and slips his lock-picking tools into his shirt pocket. A song is playing on the jukebox. Sam sneaks in quietly, sees the cook from earlier face-down on the floor, his hands bloody. Sam crouches and turns the man over; he is dead, his eyes burned out and drying blood caked on his cheeks. Sam stands back up, looking around.

The demon waitress tackles him from behind. They trade blows for a few moments until Sam shoves her away. She pushes her hair from her face. She too has empty, burned out eye sockets and blood trickling down her face. She looks both terrifying and terrified.

Sam looks shocked, "Your eyes."

"I can still smell your soul a mile away." She tries to sound intimidating.

Sam swallows thickly, "It was here. You saw it."

The demon waitress sobs, clearly still scared. "I saw it."

"What was it?" Sam asks hesitantly

"It's the end. We're dead. We're all dead." She continues sobbing.

Sam's voice gets more insistent, determined to get an answer out of her, "What did you see?"

"Go to hell." She says stubbornly.

"Funny. I was going to say the same thing to you." Sam steps back, plants his feet, and shuts his eyes in concentration. He extends his right hand towards the demon waitress. She gags and begins to vomit black smoke into her hand. In mere seconds, the waitress collapsed to the floor as the demon is sucked down into Hell. Sam opens his eyes and quickly goes up to the woman, hoping she's still alive. He checks her pulse, feeling nothing. Sam sighs in disappointment, "Damn it." The kitchen door opens and a woman comes out. He looks up, apparently not surprised to see her. Her hair is dark and she appears a little impressed.

"Getting pretty slick there, Sam. Better all the time." She says, crossing her arms.

Sam stands and they share a look. He looks down at the corpse at his feet, his face falling. "What the hell is going on around here, Ruby?"

"I wish I knew." She sighs.

"We were thinking some high level demon pulled Dean out." Sam says, hopeful that Ruby might have some information about what happened with his brother.

"No way. Sam, human souls don't just walk out of Hell and back into their bodies easy. The sky bleeds, the ground quakes. It's cosmic. No demon can swing that. Not Lilith, not anybody." Ruby explains, looking up at Sam.

"Then what can?"

"Nothing I've ever seen before."

~~~~~~~

1st Person POV:

Bobby and I draw a symbol with white spray paint on the cement floor. As Bobby stands, Dean looks around at the many symbols Bobby and I had put around the warehouse, determined to be ready for whatever had the mojo to yank Dean out of Hell. "That's a hell of an art project you've got going there." Dean remarks as he sets up the equipment on a metal table.

"Traps and talismans from every faith on the globe. How you doin'?" Bobby asks.

I stand up, dusting my hands off on my pants, "Stakes, iron, silver, salt, knife. I mean, we're pretty much set to catch and kill anything I've ever heard of." I peek at what Dean had set out on the table.

Bobby looks at Dean. "This is still a bad idea."

"Yeah, Bobby, I heard you the first ten times." Dean snaps slightly, "What do you say we ring the dinner bell?"

Bobby nods reluctantly. He goes over to another desk, takes a pinch of some powder from a bowl, and sprinkles it into a larger bowl, which begins to smoke. He chants in Latin, while Dean and I arm ourselves in preparation.

~~~~~~~

Dean, Bobby and I are seated on tables, swinging our legs and looking bored. Nothing immediately happened when Bobby tried to summon whatever this thing is. 

Dean groans, "You sure you did the ritual right?" Bobby gives Dean a look, making me chuckle, "Sorry. Touchy, touchy, huh?"

As if on cue, a loud rattling shakes the roof. We arm ourselves and back up to the far end of the warehouse defensively, I stand between the two men anxiously, holding a shotgun full of salt rounds like Bobby and Dean. "Wishful thinking, but maybe it's just the wind." Dean jokes weakly. Lightbulbs explode above us, making us all flinch as sparks rain down. The door bursts open and a handsome man in a business suit, trenchcoat, and wings stalks in. Wait...wings?

The light bulbs above his head shatter in a shower of sparks as he passes them. As he approaches, all of us open fire, but the shots don't even slow him down. The man walks up to us as if he didn't just get pumped full of buckshot, standing between Dean, Bobby and I. "Who are you?" Dean asks warily.

"I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition." The man says flatly.

"Yeah. Thanks for that" Dean grumbles as he plunges the knife into the man's chest, I'm assuming directly into his heart. But it has no effects. The man looks down, unbothered, and pulls the knife out of his chest, dropping it to the floor. Bobby swings at him, but the man catches Bobby's weapon without even looking. The man turns to Bobby and puts two fingers to his forehead, making Bobby crumble to the floor.

"Bobby!?" I yell, kneeling down next to his unconscious body, glaring up at the winged man. 

"We need to talk, Dean. Alone." The man says, turning to look at Dean, then back down at me. I stand up and he approaches me, ready to do whatever he did to Bobby to me.

"Wait! Whatever you have to say, she can hear it too!" Dean yells, making the man glance between us. 

Dean glares at him, kneeling down to Bobby and checking his pulse. "H-He's alive Dean..." I state, my eyes flickering between the man, Dean and my adoptive father.

The man nods, "She's right. Your friend's alive." He says as he looks through one of the books on the table.

"Who are you?" I ask, making the man look up at me.

"Castiel." He says, making eye contact.

"Yeah, I figured that much, I mean what are you?" Dean crinkles his eyebrows, his glare not letting up.

Castiel looks over at Dean, "I'm an Angel of the Lord." That would explain the wings.

Dean slowly stands up, "Get the hell out of here. There's no such thing."

"Dean...I think he's telling the truth. I mean, look at his wings." I stand in front of Dean, gesturing my right hand towards Castiel, who visibly stiffens out of the corner of my eye.

"What wings?" Dean asks me, squinting at Castiel. 

I give him a confused look, "dude they're fucking huge, how can you not see them?"

"This is your problem, Dean. You have no faith." Castiel turns to us, looking at Dean. Thunder rumbles and lightning flashes, making a shadow form behind the angel. The shape of wings stretch out behind Castiel, but I can see his tangible onyx wings spreading behind him, making my eyes widen. "Told you," I gloat weakly at the older Winchester.

Dean shakes his head a little, "Some angel you are. You burned out that poor woman's eyes."

Castiel looks down, guilt on his face, "I warned her not to spy on my true form. It can be... overwhelming to humans, and so can my real voice. But you already knew that."

"You mean the gas station and the motel. That was you talking?" Dean asks, making Castiel nod, "Buddy, next time, lower the volume."

"What do you mean? I heard him at the motel just fine, he was trying to tell us something." I cross my arms over my chest, both of the men looking at me.

"And you think now is the important time to tell me?" Dean looks at me in disbelief. 

"Oh please, as if you would've believed me," I roll my eyes.

"That was my mistake. Certain people, special people, can perceive my true visage, like (Y/N). I thought you would be one of them. I was wrong." Castiel says to Dean.

Dean scoffs, "Why can she hear you? See wings that appear to be friggin' invisible? And what visage are you in now, huh? What, holy tax accountant?"

"This?" Castiel looks down, fidgeting with his clothes, "This is... a vessel." He ignores Dean's first couple questions.

My eyebrows furrow as I look the angel up and down, "You're possessing some poor bastard?"

Castiel looks in my direction, "He's a devout man, he actually prayed for this."

"Look pal, I'm not buying what you're selling, so who are you really?" Dean asks him, unable to believe what's actually happening. 

"I told you." Castiel frowns at him.

"Right. And why would an angel rescue me from Hell?"  Dean shifts where he stands.

"Good things do happen, Dean." Castiel says, stepping closer to him.

Dean shakes his head again, "Not in my experience."

"What's the matter?" Castiel asks, his voice getting a little lower,  "You don't think you deserve to be saved?"

Dean scoffs, "Why'd you do it?" 

"Because God commanded it. Because we have work for you. But now, I also have...business to attend to with (Y/N), now that I'm aware of some things..."

[vincentblogscyberpunk]

Exploring Spiritual Kin/Exo memories using Journaling

I have used journaling for the past couple of months, read through multiple books on spiritual journaling, and mastered a technique that's helped me with processing exomemories and recording them.

The benefits of Exomemory Journaling

Having a list of proof of memories when you may feel denial

Being able to map out memory timelines as you remember more details and memories over time

Being able to process exotrauma

Being able to map out positive triggers to feel like yourself more

Being able to map out negative triggers related to exotrauma

Validating your own feelings and experiences

Self exploration

Before we go in, it's okay if your memory is vague. It's okay if it doesn't align with canon of any fictional source. These are realities that we have transcended, so our physical brains may not properly translate the code within our souls. There are also so many realities and universes, that the fictional source here might not follow your life 1-1. Don't take it to heart, you are still you, and your life was still real.

First, you want to top this entry off with a date, time, and location. This is pretty standard for journaling, it helps you keep track and have a record

1.Starting Point (Skip this section if you want to retain the details of the memory and can be quite forgetful, come back to it after step 2 instead)

In this section, you want to write down what feelings you felt before this flashback and what feelings you felt during, and the feelings you feel now as you begin writing. Also write down what you were doing beforehand in detail such as where you are, what you were doing, what you were hearing and etc. If this flashback was not discovered through meditation and instead through a random hit of nostalgia, detailing your surroundings might let you find what triggered this flashback. Could have been a lyric to a song, a certain smell in the air, someone you saw might have reminded you of someone etc. These triggers are good to know as they can help align you more with your identity and past life, or maybe map negative triggers you should know about.

2.The Memory Itself

This section is more quoted from a book Journaling for Joy by Joyce Chapman

Close your eyes to get the full perception sense of the visual and sensory details of the memory. Where are you? What are you wearing? What lighting or shadows do you see? What sounds can be heard? What do you smell? Describe your body and how its reacting. Who else is there? What expressions lighten or darken their faces? What do you imagine they might be thinking, what is said? How is this different from or typical of other memories from that life? What is assumed and what goes unquestioned? If possible, does this connect to a period of time/date? What other memories does this connect to?

You want a full, detailed search of this memory to the best of your ability. Trust your gut, you may feel sometimes that you are fabricating some parts of the memory or it may have not went down the exact way you are writing down. That's okay, even if your mind is trying to fill in some spots and make sense of this memory through a translation, the theme around this memory is still real and even if this happened in another way that you can't fully see, it still happened. This is why journaling these memories are important, you may feel vague on the memory now, but later on it might get triggered again and you get the full story. Be patient with yourself.

3.Afterwards

You now have this memory written down to detail to the best of your ability, now let's analyze it using feedback statements. You can start this part with "I now realize that.." or "I learned that.."

What conclusions can you draw from this memory, and during this incident what did you draw from it then as compared to now? How does this memory affect me now?

What does this memory mean to me?

What emotions do I feel as I write these conclusions/questions?

Keep asking questions as they come to you, all the questions you have about this memory. you might not have all the answers now, but as you continue this technique those holes will be filled over time.

In my experience and the experience of many others, writing more has lead me to remembering more, and as I write one memory it may suddenly bring back another and another and another. It's great for self exploration.

A Quick Format

This format is for if you don't bring your journal with you, or are busy, and have a pocket notebook or phone to just jot it down real fast. It's supposed to be quick enough so you can deeply journal on it when you get the time or spoons.

1.What caused this Memory?

2.What was this Memory?

3.How do I feel/What feelings are rising?

4.Details you think are important to remember/write down real quick for later

5.Extra Thoughts about it

Conclusion

Anyways, I hope this helps you guys out as much as it's helped me. Would love to hear your experiences trying this out.

- Vincent Welles

[the-slinkyy]

desert duo

[akashirl]

okay so i did mention how a major change in my appearance would happen but i really just went ginger. here's my sona + biblically accurate miguel now.

a twink and a redhead except you can't tell who's who.

also, this is what my hair currently looks like!!

i think this picture is very cool. peak cinema if you will.

@pinkreveluv6 @japeneselunchtimerush @sweijuro @pigeonbksimp @fl0ralsxgar @ilovemaiubo @shrii-kk @moxanji-real

[the-alarm-system]

Don’t care what people think about it but when I see someone wearing cyberpunk 2077 merch in public, I always compliment them and think “they’ll never know that they met the real V” or I’ll reblog and compliment art of me and think “I hope they know how much V loves their art” - V

[alicemoon812]

[rainbowfartblaster]

and if i said this was just as, if not more, intimate as/than a kiss, what then?

[luffysoulmate]

The sign I needed 👒☀️

I bought this bottle of juice which made a collab with One Piece and stumbled across the expiration date which is the 10th of August !! AND IT'S A SIGN !!

August 10th is Luffy and I anniversary 👒

It was the date decided to be the One Piece Day (right the year I started watching One Piece again), along with the 1 1th of August (which is my birthday !!) 😆 THEY COULD HAVE CHOSEN ANY OTHER WEEKEND BUT THEY CHOSE MY BIRTHDAY ?!!

Also, the 10th is the day before birthday !! 😆

This is wild !! This is too much to just he coincidences, I think this is a sign !!!

ANYWAY MAKES SO HAPPY !!! 😆☀️

LUFFY IS WITH ME !!

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