#Playing With Souls... [IC]

[luck-of-the-drawings]

[OLD ART ALERT] A COLLECTION OF SCENES FROM THE GILLIONS CATSCRATCH ARC THAT BROUGHT ME GREAT JOY. i love fishy chips especially when its just gillion being delirious and violent and hostile

[theblackbookofarkera]

From the travelog Dreams of Distant Places Vol 12

[hxroic-wxlls-fxrever]

DEER CALIBUR 6

(Pls, can we get a 7th Soul Calibur?)

[nobully]

@guidingstarmira:

"Okay, okay, but I gotta show you a thing. Wait here."

After making sure Mira's stayed put, Wang Yi ducks around a corner and takes out his handy-dandy magical disguise wig. A few minutes later, a completely different blond girl walks out twirling her hair.

"Can you actually see my soul in this?"

"'Cause this is the fourth body I'm borrowing for a while and—you know, it's me but it's not me me, get it?"

[crisiskarda52]

Speak

Quiet the evil

[undyingmedium]

Henriette, Osirion, Drana

And now, how to get out of this one?

Anika's worried frown lasted for much longer than she would have liked, staring at the three names in extreme uncomfort and muttering to herself in a low voice. "I hope you know that if I could avoid answering, I would. But I just have to pick my poison. Even if I didn't want to worry about the rest, fighting any of them at the moment would lead to a horrible death anyway..."

"So there goes nothing. Date Osirion, kiss Drana, fight Henriette - More easily translated in shame unending, being set aflame and having my soul stored in a cloak for later use."

[fucktheroyals]

Time to remember a banger.

[dangaer]

observation, practically routine for those such as him, every person who catches his eye a story in their own right, the result of their entire lives outcomes, the after story yet a beginning and it's such a reality that keeps him sitting ━━ a lone mafioso tucked within the corner of this establishment long after his previous meeting has ended, coffee half drunk and cold yet still held between his palms, attention more focused on the happenings around him to worry how out of place it may look to those he watches. there are a pair of old women chatting, exchanging stories in a number higher than the laughter lines across their faces, another lone soul catching up with the daily news, a man leaning over a woman's table, one who has all but shifted the other way ( they must do this frequently, this must be the the only place he can find silence, that ... doesn't look like a positive situation? ) and here is where his focus stills. there are plenty of viable reasons why someone may have approached another person in this place, himself the prime spectator of such situations, but for someone to look as uncomfortable as she does ...

it's enough to have him moving, ultimately, well aware that it isn't his business but instead makes it as such with a sudden shift upwards, usual stoic expression seemingly stronger as he makes his way over ━ if only managing to encourage the other soul to move, already wavering in the presence of now two displeased people and to the other does dante offer a nod, hand half raised in an offer of peace.

well, as much peace a mafia boss can bring around these parts either way.

❛ i think they got our orders mixed.  ❜ a sudden prompt, gentle in execution; they both know it's a lie, but he is more than aware of the persistent type of person. voice a tone quieter when he speaks once more. ❛ ... i can stay here for a bit longer, if you need.  ❜ for even just the company, he promises in kind. / @otomates ♥'d for a starter!

[theblackbookofarkera]

Arlhaven Abbey sketch by Adger Hale.

[kin0th]

How do you need to be touched?

fervently.

you crave a hug that cracks your ribs... the feeling of your wandering soul being crushed back into the bones that can't seem to hold it. you need a hand gripping yours so tightly you almost fear it may leave a bruise, a reminder that you are here. and that you are not alone.

[bowsnbots]

What a night. Good grief, what a night. Light wonders if it was real; maybe he's finally going senile, or maybe Wily finally got the bright idea to be subtle and just... took him out with a lead pipe. No such luck, though... the charred Met helmets still litter the entrance, along with the yellow goop now identified as cheese, somehow. That carrier pigeon is still up on top of the computer, clearly freaking out a little. Poor guy. Roll can help with that...

...Ah, his laptop is still open, too, along with the email from Jae. Thomas sits himself in front of it, waiting a moment before composing his response.

Dear Jae,

That sounds very nice! I have no qualms with you visiting Light Labs, though I'll warn you that we're in a bit of a state of disarray. If it is easier for you, Mega Man should be able to transfer you here without issue.

It's not often I get to speak to other roboticists; less often still that they do not specialize in Robot Masters! I am eager to swap stories and ideas, whenever is most convenient for you.

If you would like to bring some of your work, I would be happy to meet them. I have a strong feeling Mega Man and the others would, too!

Stay safe! Doctor Thomas Light

...He leans back in his seat with a smile. It's nice to have something to look forward to.

[rivalrosso]

@randomeeveelutions gets a starter because i love rind la creatura

Silver is hovered over the animal whose life ended before it could even begin. An Eevee, deprived of the pleasure of a bath based off of the scruffy fur, of a shelter due to the lack of a trainer, of food perhaps, over how sunk-in the stomach appeared when she laid there lifeless ... Oh! Her tummy inflates when she breathes in.

"I thought for sure you were dead."

He says bluntly as if it's a normal thing to say to someone, like if it's normal to even speak to an animal.

But ... a part of him grows confused; why would she hold her breath for that long? ... Oh- He was going to be looted from, wasn't he? He realizes it a second too late. It didn't matter if he tried to take a step back; that was enough of a wide-open window for the wild creature to leap and snatch! a perfectly packed meal.

Silver could be a good denizen, leave the creature alone with his bento box as it seemed more in need than him ... or be salty and chase after it because the former thief in him despised being outsmarted by another thief.

He chooses to be salty.

His brows furrow aggressively, no longer sympathetic to the little animal as he sprints, shouting:

"Get back here with my shit!"

[astrxlfinale]

The Architect's flawed stone.

What a curious why to describe it. Before the discerning eye of this cosmos's great gambler in the midst of making a life or death gambit of their own, the aftermath of such a cataclysmic showdown have certainly left his mind full of thoughts. The idea of those Cornerstones and this particular lance graced from the sanctity of the Amber Lord's presence.

It brings the question of exactly how much does he understand about the depth of The Preservation? Caelus could distinctly tell he's never conjured forth the true essence of this timeless Amber at the same scale he did after catching sight of THEIR gaze. How the lava scalded his figure, how the multiple suns blinded him briefly in bod and soul, for the pride of the forge and the essence of temperance was that realm's holy song.

An ancient verse that echoed within this vast space outside of reality.

...Something felt as it was missing.

What bothers him deeper is the 'what if', if circumstances hadn't played correctly, people he truly gives a damn about would've paid horrendously for it. The mere thought causing his heart to spiritually tighten, tearing away the webbed and deluded veils of falsehood that Penacony's atmosphere diluted him with. Focus felt as if it some odd end motivation, difficult to truly conjure, and that alone made him grip at ancient lance of the Supreme Guardians. The dulled hue of Amber barely registers that renewed spark.

More. The Preservation holds indomitable, this he understands upon the surface, but the important question lingers in a way that the withering flame within commands to know.

Where did his indomitable nature go? Are Falsehoods truly that great of a foe?

Unknown to Caelus in the storm of growing faults, the holy lance would reverberate with an ancient heartbeat. Faint yet vast in the way it promotes a spiritual tremor. The heat that decisively intends to devour and transform, to temper, the very force that burned him and commanded the need to burn equally to ensure he's not reduced to ashes.

Caelus had to dig deeper.

[undyingmedium]

Intrusive thought: If I was as strong as Henriette, I wouldn't have to fear right now, I wouldn't have to think what or who to sacrifice. Who cares about morally right or a few souls, as long as I can protect those I want...

A gulp, then a long sigh. This kind of thoughts was anything but new.

If she was as strong as her, her patron wouldn't have needed to make a deal with her to ensure his resource was left unused. If she was, she would have certainly had the means necessary to learn and pull back the souls she wanted from the afterlife to the land of the living, back by her side or by their loved ones'. They would fear her, think twice before challenging her, take her reactions into their equations before pulling off any kind of absurd shit, like everyone in their godforsaken world seemed to enjoy doing.

She opened her eyes and stared down at her remaining hand.

She knew she wouldn't have been so proud of reaching as far as Henriette in the way she did. Would she really care about becoming someone else's target for having made their dear ones suffer? Probably not enough to avoid it - she was already doing something along that line, just like anyone else could already do even with a simple knife instead of flashy, dark magics. But she certainly would try to act to protect above all, not for revenge. Not yet.

That one little detail was the one thing she held onto the most to set herself aside from the Dark Herald, and she had to keep holding onto it strong. There were already too many risks all around to... simply be the pawn in the hands of one player or another. She was mostly done with that.

[soulsolid-a]

✩.    ...puts a tangerine whole in his mouth.

     It disappears, gone forever now.

[deathfavor]

@heaxrtinparadise​​​​​​ said: they think we'd make a good couple. // peiwen ! 

will they won’t they starters

   Ling Wen pauses in surprise, cup lifted to her lips but stopped before she could take a sip of the waiting drink. A good couple? She was used to the comments people made about her. She was used to the accusations of her sleeping around, with the martial gods, with the emperor, with anyone who would give her something. It was all false; they were simply so insecure they couldn’t handle a woman being in power by her own efforts. They had to reduce it down to something else for the sake of their own delicate egos. 

   But a couple? That was new. She lowers her cup to turn towards the people Pei Ming had been talking to. Even if they were humans and had no reason to suspect any of the political complexity of her life, people tended to not make such comments. There was something too sharp about her even with a disguise. Something about her threatened to spill blood like grabbing a sword by the blade unlike the graceful, flower-like delicateness of other women. Not that there was anything wrong with that. But it wasn’t how Ling Wen was. She’s not sure quite what to make of the encouraging smiles they offer her and she turns back to Pei Ming instead.

   “  I take it that is why we got the complimentary dessert.  “  She muses with the new information that has been revealed to her.

    Her gaze lifts back to Pei Ming as a guileful smile spreads over her lips and she raises from her seat to move and sit down beside him with careful poise. A poise he might be more familiar with from times spent alone together. A hand lifts so just one finger rests under his chin, her eyes alone the one thing to hold him captive and obedient as she leans daringly close.

   “  A good couple, hm? I think you’d have a lot to learn.  “  She murmurs to him, quiet enough no one else could overhear. Her gaze lowers for a moment, concealed beneath her lashes before her gaze lifts back to him.

   And promptly withdraws her hand and drops the commanding poise with a teasing smile.  “  Only teasing, Ol’ Pei.  “