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Imagine a person being overly protective and possessive of a single, unremarkable object, to the point of coming off as unhinged/having an unhealthy attachment. His enemies figure, he’s a powerful sorcerer, if he’s acting like his life depends on that worthless piece of junk, maybe it does, and they won’t stop until they get it.

They’re wrong tho. His life doesn’t depend on it. But his lover’s does. And he’s ready to defend it to the end.

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Thank you @blix-06 and everyone who got me to 10 reblogs!

A vampire alchemist who has created a synthetic human blood serum, not only to satisfy his hunger without hurting anyone, but to be able to donate blood.

A fae who only takes people’s names if they no longer want it and even helps them find a new one. She also guards nice humans from scams and takes people with nowhere else to go into the fae realm.

An elf so germaphobic he isolated himself in a castle that is magically kept pristine, with enchanted crystals creating purified air and visitors having to go through an intense regime of disinfectation before being able to enter.

A siren whose voice is so hurtful to the human ear that sailors will go out of their way to avoid getting anywhere close to her home.

A ghost that’s basically a disembodied soul attached to a sheet of cloth. It takes care of the old mansion it lives in and constantly forgets that it cannot go through solid objects.

A dragon that inhales fire and actively seeks to keep things from burning down. They also seek out hidden treasure to give to those in need and have scales that are really squishy.

A person who turns into a werewolf every night except during a full moon and is barely a functional human being throughout the day, only managing somewhat by drinking an excessive amount of coffee.

A succubus who is absolutely revolted by anything remotely sexual and feeds off of hugs, pats, cheek/forehead kisses, hand holding and cuddles instead.

A necromancer who’s going out of their way to seek out any dead souls rummaging on the Earth and talk them into going to the afterlife.

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5 posts! Not much, but that’s what happens when you make a Tumblr for long posts and don’t have energy to actually write them.

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A vampire alchemist who has created a synthetic human blood serum, not only to satisfy his hunger without hurting anyone, but to be able to donate blood.

A fae who only takes people’s names if they no longer want it and even helps them find a new one. She also guards nice humans from scams and takes people with nowhere else to go into the fae realm.

An elf so germaphobic he isolated himself in a castle that is magically kept pristine, with enchanted crystals creating purified air and visitors having to go through an intense regime of disinfectation before being able to enter.

A siren whose voice is so hurtful to the human ear that sailors will go out of their way to avoid getting anywhere close to her home.

A ghost that’s basically a disembodied soul attached to a sheet of cloth. It takes care of the old mansion it lives in and constantly forgets that it cannot go through solid objects.

A dragon that inhales fire and actively seeks to keep things from burning down. They also seek out hidden treasure to give to those in need and have scales that are really squishy.

A person who turns into a werewolf every night except during a full moon and is barely a functional human being throughout the day, only managing somewhat by drinking an excessive amount of coffee.

A succubus who is absolutely revolted by anything remotely sexual and feeds off of hugs, pats, cheek/forehead kisses, hand holding and cuddles instead.

A necromancer who’s going out of their way to seek out any dead souls rummaging on the Earth and talk them into going to the afterlife.

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Dogma

“The eyes are windows into the soul. Through them, we get a glimpse into the very material of a person’s existence, their thoughts, behaviors, desires, emotions.”

These words, written down by philosophers of eras long forgotten, are the foundation on which the High Authority was built. Delving deeper into this subject, after decades of research, their most brilliant minds have found that in addition to the eyes, certain physical features present at birth are key markers that can determine a person’s destiny. After thousands of long, sleepless nights, a series of codexes have been written with the outmost care, and after multiple series of thorough reviews, they have been approved and volunteers have begun to be trained for the role of Interpreters, devoting their lives to traveling the lands to provide help determining newborns’ destinies.

The Crimson Codex, devoted to individuals with red eyes, the color of Malice. These souls burn like an out of control wildfire, igniting the spark of violent thoughts, destructive behavior, a desire for chaos, bursting with rage and fury. Their very existence beckons their wicked kin to come find them, destroying anything and anyone standing in their way. The only way to save ourselves from their fury is to strap these spawns of darkness to a black horse and let them be taken into the Dark Woods, source of all things wicked. Mothers who give birth to such beings are to undergo surgery, ensuring their contaminated body shall never spawn such offspring ever again.

The Catalyst Codex, devoted to individuals with orange eyes, the color of Savagery. These souls are more beast than man, filled with primitive thoughts, animalistic behavior, the desire to hunt and kill, with roaming wildness. Their first few years of life can be lived relatively normally, however as they age, the urges and beastly traits will keep getting stronger, until they eventually entirely overtake them, reducing what was once a human being, to a mindless and hungry beast. It is in everyone’s best interest that they be taken to the Safekeep, where their beastly parts shall be removed and they will live under close monitoring to avoid triggering the transformation and in the meantime, they’ll be safely trained to suppress and eventually eradicate their beastly qualities, at which point their eyes will change color and they will be able to join society. In the unfortunate even of one of them undergoing transformation, they will immediately be caged and locked away to be studied in the hopes of finding a cure, and in necessary cases, to be euthanized as humanely as possible. Mother who give birth to such children are advised to undergo a series of medical evaluations to determine if they might have any animalistic infection, so they may get proper treatment to ensure their health and that of their future offspring.

The Cabala Codex, devoted to individuals with yellow eyes, the color of Purity. These souls have within themselves, the light of a Beyonden One, with pure thoughts, innocent actions, a desire to do good and childlike joy. For their existence is an extension of Beyonden Ones, they must be kept pure, untainted by the horrors of the outside world, in Skytop, a most secure facility. They will be raised in luxury and comfort, never to know sadness, pain or fear, never without joyful abundance. Protecting them at all costs is of outmost importance, for if they become tainted, they will perish and we will be punished by the full force of the Beyonden Ones for killing one of their kin.

The Chartreuse Codex, devoted to individuals with light green eyes, the color of Prosperity. These souls are teeming with the life of nature, with abundant thoughts, acts of helpfulness, a desire to be in open nature and blossoming cheer. With proper training and guidance, their inherent gifts and connection with nature will help our nation prosper. It is imperative that we train and distribute them well, for their abilities are essential for keeping our people from starvation.

The Camarone Codex, devoted to individuals with dark green eyes, the color of Solitude. These souls are also teeming with natural forces, but with deeper thoughts, more subtle gestures, a desire for less populated spaces and enduring patience. Like their Prosperity siblings, their gifts and connection with nature make them important assets, but in more remote and enclosed reserves of nature, doing more diligent and time consuming activities in order to maintain the balance between man and nature, without which, we would be facing unspeakable natural catastrophes.

The Cyan Codex, devoted to individuals with light blue eyes, the color of Freedom. These souls are endless like the skies and deep as the seas, thinking of adventure, seeking new things to be discovered, desiring to see as much of the world as possible, full of curiosity. After a set of thorough assessments, they will be assigned to aerial or aquatic work based on their strengths, physique and physical marker. They contribute greatly to safe travel in the skies and water, as well as helping to deepen our understanding of the elements and weather, not to mention the numerous important discoveries, be it safer travel routes, new land or resources. It is paramount that they are not to be made to feel confined, for it could lead to devastating incidents claiming many precious lives.

The Chambray Codex, devoted to individuals with dark blue eyes, the color of Knowledge. These souls extend into the depth of the universe, thirsting to understand the mechanics of existence, ready to learn and devote themselves to the duty of collecting and preserving all that is known to humanity, curious open-mindedness. The best and wisest tutors will devote themselves to quell these children’s thirst for knowledge, and when they come of age they may start to specialize in their destined field and any others they choose to pursue. They will be the bringers of new ideas that will advance our society and one day they begin the cycle of knowledge anew by teaching the next generation. Fulfilling their curiosity is essential in making sure that they don’t end up turning to illegal and dangerous methods to find answers.

The Cadbury Codex, devoted to individuals with light purple eyes, the color of Leadership. These souls exude a bright potential, full of inspirational ideas, a readiness to find common ground to solve conflicts, wanting nothing but the best for everyone, confident and inspiring. Such children are the foundation of the High Authority’s future, for they have what it takes to become good leaders with the right guidance, ensuring that our society will prosper. By the time they are ready to officially join the higher ranks of the Authority, it is imperative that they are ironclad in their beliefs and ready to make hard choices for the benefit of the people, because if they are not, life as we know it will crumble to dust with just one bad decision.

The Christalle Codex, devoted to individuals with dark purple eyes, the color of Corruption. These souls are plagued by a form of pure evil, known as Darkcraft, consumed by pitch black thoughts, an urge to spread the darkness, until everything and more is consumed by it, turned to fearful horror. Taking them to Safekeep is the only option, for only there can it be ensured that this darkness within them shall never awaken. They will have to be stripped of individuality for that way the darkness cannot take hold over them. Children of the same skin tones will be group together, girls and boys separate. With specialized medication it can be ensured that their height and voices will match and their hair will be kept from growing, wearing uniform wigs instead. They are to dress identically and cover their face with a special cloth that is see-through only from the inside. They are to follow a meticulously planned and executed routine each and every day from the time that they make their first memory. If worst comes to worst and one of their Darkcraft awakens, that child is to be immediately isolated and the Authority be contacted for a Soulwipe. Mothers who give birth to such children are to undergo a Soulcleanse, for their child could’ve infected them with their Darkcraft.

The Charm Codex, devoted to individuals with pink eyes, the color of Love. These are souls of pure feelings, fantasizing about the experience of all kinds of love, heads in the cloud, dreamy and nurturing. As reincarnations of the Knowers of Destined Partnership, they are to be taken to a Matchmaker House, where they will be cared for and prepared for the role they will have to fulfill. For they know which people are supposed to be together, it is their duty to help it be so. In order for their powers to work properly, they are forbidden from getting attached to any single person, which is ensured by them having an array of carers who keep changing frequently and who never stay long enough to form a close bond.

The Carob Codex, devoted to individuals with brown eyes, the color of Simplicity. These souls are plain like sand on the shore, with no strong drives or high ambitions, content with an average life, working mundane but necessary jobs, getting married and caring for their families, humble and honest. They do not require any specialized attention, though they must be reminded that their work matters and be encouraged to raise big families to ensure our population will not dwindle. They know their place and unless they attempt to try and be more than what they’re meant for, they will live a fulfilling life.

The Coal Codex, devoted to individuals with black eyes, the color of Hopelessness. These souls as dark as the night hold only the thought to please, to have something to do, a desire to serve, void of any feelings. For they can neither express nor grasp emotions, they are unfit to function properly within society, so they are taken in by a Laborer House and taught all manners of simple tasks and skills. They are perfectly fit for grunt and dirty work, things that are below even brown eyed people, essentially they are suited to be loyal servants. They are not to socialize outside of their own kind and only to interact with others if their job requires it so.

The Cloud Codex, devoted to individuals with grey eyes, the color of Emptiness. These souls are as tragic as they are rare, born with nothing but a vacant husk filled with elusive smoke, incapable of individual thoughts and actions, lacking desires, feeling only a sense of duty to whoever they are given instructions from. For they also cannot be integrated into society, but are lacking in the ability to feel pain, hunger, thirst or tiredness and are extremely obedient, they are trained to protect other members of society with their otherwise meaningless lives.

This is our dogma, our law, our truth.

~ Soul Eyes

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Thank you @the-flower-faerie and everyone who got me to 5 reblogs!

The Little Things

There was a time, when I could see no way,

No hope, no future, no reasons to stay.

But I’ve come to realize later on,

The little things are worth living for.

The family there by your side,

The friends you made along the way,

Images of love etched into your mind,

All beckoning you to stay.

Some of them will keep you proud:

Making others laugh out loud,

Those memories you’re yet to make,

Dreams that’ll keep you wide awake.

Tunes you blast on the radio,

Pets; a house cat, calico

Phases of pale Moon passing by,

All you want to see before you die.

Tv shows not yet to end,

Holidays in cheer to spend,

Proudly saying: I’m alive!

There’s things to see, to say, to write.

So much to feel and more to learn,

Feel inside, your passion burn,

Running barefoot in the sand,

Adventures that never end.

Sipping a drink with good books,

Being yourself, who cares how it looks?

Inhaling the fragrances of each new spring,

Wondering what the new day will bring.

Giving compliments,

Taking pictures,

Sharing excitement,

Laughing till it hurts.

Blushing from cute people,

Acts of love,

Dressing as comfortable,

Looking above.

Cuddly softness,

Bright, burning starts,

Symphony of instruments,

Iridescent crystals.

Birds singing,

Our goofy way to dance,

Seasons changing,

Finally having that self confidence.

Watching it rain and hear the wind it whisper

Crispy snow that falls in winter,

Leaves rustling under your feet,

Hugs, kisses, cuddles await!

Fireworks and flowers,

The Sun just shining,

Fireflies in the Moon’s glow,

Burning.

Sunrise and sunset, light and dark,

The beat of your heart,

Music, movies, art,

In this world, you’ll find your part.

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Alignments

People love to simplify things. Not having to deal with complexity and nuance makes it easier to make statements and stick by them guilt free. It also helps them not question why the higher powers seem to present everything in such wild extremes, if there’s no gray area or in between, surely either it’s one option or the other. Take the superpowered community for example.

Heroes are the epitomes of goodness, justice and light. They help, rescue, save, protect. Noble, caring, empathic, selfless, incorruptible. Worthy of love, respect, admiration, real role models.

Villains represent darkness, sin, all that’s evil and vile. They hurt, destroy, take, endanger. Cruel, manipulative, sadistic, irredeemable. The lowest of the low, detestable pest, the filth of society to be feared, hunted and eradicated.

Vigilantes, now they’re an interesting case. Slipping between darkness and light, breaking the law to serve justice, trying to do good, but clearly they’re misguided. They help those in need and hurt those who do harm, destroy what’s in their way to rescue anyone, take to save and protect others by endangering themselves. Brave, rebellious, irresponsible, idealistic. They make people anxious, because they’re trying to go against a system that works well, that has always worked well, but also, they’re clearly not rotten, right, surely they’re just lost and in need of help.

Of course, reality isn’t this simple.

Yes, there are heroes who hold themselves to the standard society set for them, who are devoted to the heroic ideal with all their hearts, who couldn’t and wouldn’t hurt a living being, eaten by guilt at night for perceived failure and refusing to budge in their ways or compromise their ideals, no matter what the world is telling them.

Villains who are evil for the sake of it, for the thrill of seeing others suffer, who get high on the fear and notoriety, so deeply rotten, corrupted and broken that they’ll destroy anything and everything for an unachievable fever dream born of their twisted mind and soul.

Vigilantes who just want to screw the system in the biggest way possible, pissed off and ready to make noise, cause scandals, outcries, unrest, chaos. They’re ready to break the laws and pull off huge stunts publicly and getting away with it again and again, dancing on the nerves of the law enforcement and higher powers, throwing their well-being away until the public’s eye can finally be opened to see just how wrong everything is.

There are also heroes who don’t give a damn. Faking smiles, kindness, interest, nobility, doing everything required of them with gritted teeth, suppressed annoyance and even outright contempt for the common folk below them, all so they can achieve their entirely selfish goals of money, admiration, fame, worship, status.

Villains who are willing to be scapegoated, hunted, cast out, feared, who are ready to risk their lives, throw away their morals and do unspeakable things that will haunt them until the day they die, if it means they can achieve that one noble goal society has denied them. Killing, stealing, cheating, lying, deceiving, no matter who gets hurt, how many suffer or for how long, as long as it means that goal can be achieved, those people or just that one person, will be okay.

Vigilantes who just want to do the right thing, but understand that it can only be done working outside the system. Who have heroic aspirations but understand that some rules have to be broken if change is to really be achieved, that the system is flawed and rots from the inside out and it can only be cured by outside intervention. Breaking the law hurts them and weighs on their conscience, but they’re ultimately driven by the hope that even if society never forgives them, the change they make will make life better, in their time or in the next.

And of course we can’t forget about the heroes who aren’t anything more than mere pawns to those in power. Who do what they’re told, ask no questions, want no reward for their deeds, their actions aren’t their own, their thoughts aren’t their own, they’re not individuals, just cogs in a machine, and there’s nothing they can do about it, because they have no other choice but to oblige, because if they’re not heroes, then they have nothing. They are nothing.

Villains who don’t have a choice, because society didn’t give them one, because all they could ever be seen as was the bad guys. Because everyone looks at them and all they immediately see is some inhuman monster, a freak, a mistake and they either fight back for their right to exist and accept that they’ll have to live on the run, in fear, in darkness and eventually embrace that they can never be more, so why try or they hang their head, accept defeat, let society take them away, out of sight, do what they think deserves to be done to someone like them, because surely they must deserve it. In either case, their lives will be filled with suffering and they’ll wind up dying alone in pain and agony.

Vigilantes who are torn, trying to find their way and place in the world. People failed by the heroic system, dreamers whose hopes were crushed, adoring fans faced with the disappointment of the reality of their idols. No longer believing in the lie of the system, but unsure about what to do, hesitant to embrace a less noble life, questioning how far they’re willing to go now that they know the truth, their heart still yearning for that beautiful promise, but their minds already plummeting towards a darker path, standing at a crossroads and unable to make a decision, because they know once they’ve set out on a road, there can be no going back.

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The Little Things

There was a time, when I could see no way,

No hope, no future, no reasons to stay.

But I’ve come to realize later on,

The little things are worth living for.

The family there by your side,

The friends you made along the way,

Images of love etched into your mind,

All beckoning you to stay.

Some of them will keep you proud:

Making others laugh out loud,

Those memories you’re yet to make,

Dreams that’ll keep you wide awake.

Tunes you blast on the radio,

Pets; a house cat, calico

Phases of pale Moon passing by,

All you want to see before you die.

Tv shows not yet to end,

Holidays in cheer to spend,

Proudly saying: I’m alive!

There’s things to see, to say, to write.

So much to feel and more to learn,

Feel inside, your passion burn,

Running barefoot in the sand,

Adventures that never end.

Sipping a drink with good books,

Being yourself, who cares how it looks?

Inhaling the fragrances of each new spring,

Wondering what the new day will bring.

Giving compliments,

Taking pictures,

Sharing excitement,

Laughing till it hurts.

Blushing from cute people,

Acts of love,

Dressing as comfortable,

Looking above.

Cuddly softness,

Bright, burning starts,

Symphony of instruments,

Iridescent crystals.

Birds singing,

Our goofy way to dance,

Seasons changing,

Finally having that self confidence.

Watching it rain and hear the wind it whisper

Crispy snow that falls in winter,

Leaves rustling under your feet,

Hugs, kisses, cuddles await!

Fireworks and flowers,

The Sun just shining,

Fireflies in the Moon’s glow,

Burning.

Sunrise and sunset, light and dark,

The beat of your heart,

Music, movies, art,

In this world, you’ll find your part.