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yellodisney · 2 days
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runasaster · 23 hours
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Just a thought that, what if instead of reaching you and finding a way to be with you, IJAG! Sans accidentally brought your soul to him?
He didn't mean too, he's sorry :(
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Sans: well...
Sans: that...w-wasn't my plan...
Sans: sorry, sweetheart...
IJAG! Sans belongs too @htsan
Don't mind the crappy drawn clothes
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tadssstrange · 1 day
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One of my silly headcanons for Soul is that they wear slippers or crocuses
That's all, I have nothing else to tell
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ongawdclub · 3 days
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S a d e
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wandoffire · 2 days
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lunadiluana · 2 hours
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Don't park your soul in a space where your dreams don't fit. Unknown
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kamala-laxman · 2 days
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I have been a seeker and I still am, but I stopped asking the books and the stars. I started listening to the teaching of my Soul. Rumi
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jubileemon · 17 hours
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Husk and Alastor Theory
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Alastor's power was hinted by Husk to be tied to whomever he made a deal with, and Alastor is extremely touchy about the subject because of the way Hell's hierarchy works. If anyone were to find out that he's a fraud, then all of his powerbase and reputation would vanish overnight. This in turn could strongly be the reason why he also keeps Husk on a leash as well, because Husk knows the truth about him and Alastor is determined to make sure that he doesn't expose him by any means necessary.
It's telling that Alastor doesn't go out of his way to just kill Husk, given that it'd probably be a safer way to ensure that his secret never gets out. But what if the reason is because Alastor in reality isn't powerful enough to actually kill him? Husk did fall from his position of Overlord, but it's strongly implied to be less the result of him having no power and more due to his bad gambling problems making him take bad risks that blew up in his face.
It's possible that Husk is still far more powerful than Alastor, but he's just been so psychologically broken down and weakened by the chains that he doesn't consider that Alastor doesn't have as much power as he thinks he does. Alastor recognizes this and exploits it to his advantage, using manipulation, gaslighting, and sleight of hand to keep Husk under his control.
We know that Alastor loves owning souls; he probably owns thousands. He might be fine with Angel Dust and Sir Pentious getting redeemed because he never made a deal with them. But if Husk slowly tries to get redeemed, that's when he'll attempt to sabotage the hotel because why would he want to lose control of these souls?
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starscr0ss · 2 days
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i hate them btw........
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A damaged soul will never be truly healed.
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tsumskz · 2 days
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Could you do needy and fluffy fake texts with Keeho from P1harmony?
˙ ͜ʟ˙ keeho needy texts
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definegodliness · 4 hours
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Chasing magic
Maybe she Remembered my Birthday and had Thought of me; That would explain the dream. Nothing special, save for the fact I hadn't harbored such feelings in, Say, twenty years.
A nigh divine gratitude lingered within me. Nigh divine and all that for merely a dream, I had forgotten the feeling.
She was my first Big love, Far exceeding the concept of 'crush'; I ate and drank that girl, Which is why I couldn't eat or drink at all, And when I lay myself to bed I only closed my eyes To dream of her.
... but that was twenty years ago.
More present, I favored reminiscence; Letting ancient feelings wash over me, Trying to recall As much as I could from Just a dream, As once I would, and, so, in gratitude; A strange regression.
One vision Kept reinstating itself Within my mind's eye, Which was or would be The place where we met, or would meet, And, so, Hauntingly.
Compelled, I was, As if I had just dusted off an old compass And lived by the rule of a needle full of rust, Inexplicably spinning when it Should be locked. I gave in.
This ancient feeling Rejuvenated; once more orchestrating My every step, as every step would mean One step closer toward her.
I used to breathe That girl.
Wherever she would go, I would find her Just by following the direction Which eased my chest as a flow of oxygen. That feeling. Again.
I went.
Nothing in my hands But that compass; an educated guess, And the leash of my canine companion That I brought as an alibi of common sense. Pretense, of course, In reality I gave myself fully To a magic, lost.
I went.
I walked.
I almost raced, treading forth To the beat of a heart at chase; to a place I had seen, which might not even exist, but… Had to be real. That, I could feel.
Half an hour in, at a crossing, I stalled, gazing down a neighborhood street Which could be 'it', But the pup wanted to take a right-hand turn. I pondered whether I should let him lead a bit, But as I did my breathing stifled; My heart cramped Like a fist.
"No, that street… that neighbourhood; there!"
I knew for sure, then.
Yet, so, I peered, awaiting my heart to sink, For I gazed upon a still life street, Emptier than all I had seen; No humans, no birds, No bees.
Just me, and my sigh, abandoning a dream. Another crossing; the pup wanted to go right Again, and this time I let him.
His nose Had lead him To a park I had never seen, And I decided we would return there one day When I would not want to go home So eagerly.
We entered south, and exited east Via a winding dirt path that, Coincidentally, Connected back onto my dreamed up street.
I saw her.
I saw her where she should be.
Where I should have been, but wasn't, Nor wanted to be.
Not anymore, really.
The first sensation of a missed chance, soon Made place for the realization I would probably not have liked re-acquainting Under reality's circumstances.
She did not see me.
From a distance, I watched her walk Arm in arm with her boyfriend, Or, more probably, Husband.
And, just like that, I was thirty-seven again. Not really attuned to anything, Yet not so jaded to not be grateful For giving in.
In fact, I hadn't felt so young in ages.
The chase's dedication; the doubtlessness Of the entire universe conspiring To aid in a soul's achieving Deepest wishes.
A rejuvenation in lost magic.
What a gift.
I smiled.
It did work, didn't it?
--- 28-3-2024, M.A. Tempels ©
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antares07 · 22 hours
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I can't live a lie
I feel so empty and broken
But I am hoping
I'm hoping that music will save me
When I have fading memories
The memories that sustained my love
Love that I wanted to last eternally
Eternally found beneath what seems in this world to be meaningless dreams
If they mattered then why won't they come true
My best dreams unraveling hope in the places I lost it
Never giving up has made me lose and gain it again
Over and over again
I'm different I guess
Because I believe in us
Lust would've expired where love has only grown
I'm fine with the endings of my dream with you if your dreams were different and they are coming true instead
Your happiness means everything to me
I have my own world I need to keep its wheel running
The love I have, from you
The obstacles I face, alone
now I know how to stand on my own feet.
The wisdom and strength I learned from you is exceptional...
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