Tumgik
#gold in your soul
horrorshow · 1 year
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
I'm sure of it.
Sam + physical touch for #stevanaweek
634 notes · View notes
sincerely-sofie · 2 months
Note
Tumblr media
hey sofie look at my cool heartgold team
I have no words, only screams. And also a question.
Tumblr media
Did Bugsy just... destroy you? Body and soul? Half of these people take at least double bug-type damage. If a weedle mean-mugs Celebi a little too hard she's going to turn into dust. How did you survive? What horrors have you seen? What atrocities have you committed?
BRB googling how to start a challenge run of a pokemon game with this as my team.
21 notes · View notes
schellis · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media
whoops another prime soul got loose, huh.
TERMINAL DATA ICARUS PRIME TYPE: PRIME SOUL DATA: [read more for a lil bit of lore]
Compared to the other Prime Souls, Icarus is incredibly young, having lived during the tail end of humanity, creating machines and mechanical augmentations, even going so far as to replace some of their own flesh with steel.  Humans weren't made to become more than they already are.  Icarus' father already toed the line between man and machine by creating armor for the soldiers they worked to assist, but without the necessary resources, only a few were made, laden with bugs and small errors that nobody had time to fix.  He was only supposed to be an assistant. Assisting with the final screws, making sure the wires were in place, making sure that everything was at least functional, usable. But there had to be a better way, right? Instead of just armor, why not make use of the machines that they've all been working on? Why not just mesh flesh with machine, make our own flesh and blood power the machinery that makes up our skin, become an immortal being.  When he ended up in Hell, he tried something similar. He couldn't die twice, right? So he searched through Violence, running through the wastelands, picking up bits and pieces of robots long gone, soldering the pieces together, placing it over his flesh, sticking small wires and tubes through the skin, feeding the metal his own blood. After all, he had plenty to spare, right?  The Angels took notice.  Husks shouldn't be trying to make themselves stronger. They should be serving their time in Hell. Doing their punishment.  Justice and Splendor carved through his body, slicing through both metal and flesh alike.  His blood was not enough.  Too many injuries, not enough time to heal, to pull it all back together. He screamed- or at least tried to.  The Angels pulled apart his cut limbs, separating them into locked boxes, buried deep within the levels of Hell, keeping them from ever coming back together, from ever sewing his sinew back together. His soul survived.  They didn't notice, paying more attention to his body, making sure that nothing- neither drop of blood nor shard of bone- could touch.  He ran back to the train tunnel to the labyrinth, dodging the beams of the spotlights, away from the eyes of the Angels. 
25 notes · View notes
decadentmousse · 7 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
One of the funniest combinations of conversations I’ve ever experienced in my life 😭😭😭
25 notes · View notes
poetrybyonur · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
That’s what I like to call them. Copper pools of fire, her eyes. They set my soul aflame.
100 notes · View notes
galedekkarios · 1 month
Text
if gale really is 35......................
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
7 notes · View notes
whispers-of-lilith · 11 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
💀💀 the things I would let them do to me fjkshdjsj
[Art by musasabiop]
23 notes · View notes
wiildroses · 1 month
Text
a lil tag drop for some private muses for @fatescattered <33
🌹 ( 𝐌. 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐄 ) : darling you've got magic in your bones and gold in your soul
🌹 ( 𝐌. 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍 ) : from a broken soul blooms a warrior
🌹 ( 𝐖. 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐓 ) : make peace with your broken pieces
🌹 ( 𝐇. 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 ) : you never fail until you stop trying
🌹 ( 𝐆. 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃 ) : a man who stands for nothing will fall for everything
🌹 ( 𝐀. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐎𝐕 ) : nothing can dim the light that shines from within
🌹 ( 𝐍. 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒𝐎𝐕 ) : as endless as the ocean; as timeless as the tides
🌹 ( 𝐃. 𝐊𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐊 ) : your mind is a weapon keep it loaded
🌹 ( 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐔𝐒 & 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐑 ) : i love you like i've never felt pain
🌹 ( 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 & 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐑 ) : your eyes look like coming home
🌹 ( 𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐈 & 𝐙𝐎𝐘𝐀 ) : i'm drowning in the thought of you
🌹 ( 𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐃 & 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐀 ) : learn me slowly ; please be patient with my pages
🌹 ( 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 & 𝐀𝐍𝐀 ) : you are the life to my soul
🌹 ( 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 & 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄 ) : you are the most beautiful thing i kept inside my heart
🌹 ( 𝐆𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 & 𝐒𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐄 ) : show me all the scars you hide
3 notes · View notes
barxlupin · 30 days
Text
Tumblr media
@starspurn ordered:
aventurine believes he was promised kisses from a certain gentleman thief. he awaits them expectantly!
Tumblr media Tumblr media
"Is there something you need, mon tresor?~"
Leblanc hums, batting his eyelashes in response to Aventurine's expectant gaze, but dutifully approaches him to give him what he wants.
To think he was only half-joking when he'd told Aventurine he'd give him a kiss every hour of the day once they moved in together.
Cupping Aventurine's cheeks, taking a moment to admire those mesmerizing dual-colored eyes (he's not ashamed to admit he's a weak, weak man for those eyes) before leaning in to give Aventurine the kiss he'd been expecting.
"You're like a cat when dinner's two minutes late." Leblanc chuckles softly after a few minutes of intense lip-locking, giving Aventurine's bottom lip a teasing, playful nibble.
And, because he can, he traps Aventurine in his arms and sits back down on the couch with the blond man secure in his lap, laughing softly at the other's surprised gaze.
"Didn't you want kisses?~" he hums, pressing his lips against Aventurine's once more.
2 notes · View notes
errantsouls · 8 months
Text
Tumblr media
“A bridge. Throw yourself.” @ papa — shit i heard at college ( accepting ) / @loyaltyson
Tumblr media Tumblr media
" That was rude. Wow. Who taught you manners? " He chews on that thought for a moment, makes a show of it, makes a show of realization. " Oh, right, right. " He tchs his tongue, disappointed, and exhales a theatrical sigh, gaze shifting skyward as though begging for help. " The one who had to be taught not to bring his flaming sword to the dinner table, giving lessons in manners. Wonderful. "
7 notes · View notes
travelersrest · 7 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
🪽🩷🪽
5 notes · View notes
hlysins · 11 months
Text
Tap the heart for something in your inbox?
8 notes · View notes
shyam-kariya · 10 months
Text
The obsession with this lyrics >> any other song
7 notes · View notes
aoitakumi8148 · 3 months
Text
𝓜𝔂 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓸𝓻 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱. 𝓜𝔂 𝓰𝓾𝓽 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓾𝓼. 𝓜𝔂 ♡ 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓰𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓸𝓯𝓯 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭... 𝓽𝓸 𝓴𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓼𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘'𝓶 𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓷 𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓼 𝔁 𝓼𝔂𝓷𝓬𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓲𝔃𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓮... 𝓘 𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾. 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮... 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓮, 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓮𝓭, 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓸 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰? 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓵 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓱 𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝓸𝓯 ‘𝓶𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼’ 𝓪𝓷𝓭 ‘𝓶𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓯𝓾𝓵’. 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓻𝓮... 𝓛𝓮𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓶 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷, 𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓾𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓷... 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝔂. 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 ‘𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼’ 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓾𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓫𝔂, 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 ‘𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓸𝓶’ 𝓲𝓼 𝓶𝔂 𝓹𝓸𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓷... 𝓘 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰.
#Aoi Takumi#blog#my audio#NEOWIZ#ROUND8 STUDIO#Lies Of P 2023#Lies Of P#2023#game#NG+#Winter Holiday Edition#license version#v.4#PC#/#[𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗲] ...𝓅𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑜𝓂... 𝒷𝑜𝒹𝒾𝓁𝓎... 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓉𝒽𝒻𝓊𝓁... 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒#he is initially aware of the difference between 𝓟/Carlo but [in spite of the long-term intent] does handle them both tenderly#[depending on the situation] calls them -𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒷𝑜𝓎𝓈- & refers to them separately as -𝓟𝓊𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓉/𝓎𝑜𝓊 *𝓟-𝓒*/𝒞𝒶𝓇𝓁𝑜- [...]#*the prioritization of Carlo* / The Creator has the answers I don't ~ except for 1: 𝓟 can become real by his own/he makes his own memories#...the price of despair x scepsis x recognition x humanity is exorbitant for 𝓖/𝓟 / are you a 𝓅𝓊𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓉 or a 𝒽𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔? /#*𝓕𝓕𝓣𝓟𝓢: FOCUS on Geppetto x his death / 𝓡𝓞𝓟: FOCUS on 𝓟 x his fully awakened Ego / 𝓡𝓑𝓣𝓐𝓛𝓗𝓔𝓐: FOCUS on -Carlo- x his return*#*𝗥𝗛𝗘𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗟 𝗤*#~ 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝓟 [𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗯𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝕋𝔾ℂ] 𝗯𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗙𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿...#𝗯𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝘁𝗼 -𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗶𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳- 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝗺 [𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 the ℕℂ]#...𝗼𝗿 𝗯𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝗻𝗱...#𝗶𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱 -𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹- 𝗼𝗿 -𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝘁- 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗻'𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀 [𝘁𝗵𝗲] 𝗵𝗶𝗺?#ℙ.𝕊. ~ the developers' name: ℝ𝕆𝕌ℕ𝔻𝟠 𝕊𝕋𝕌𝔻𝕀𝕆 ~ I personally praise them & 𝔸.ℍ.#~ have been working the soul out since 𝟚𝟛.𝟙𝟘.𝟚𝟛. / happy I have... disoriented x crippled unprecedentedly... but happy#~ not your -parody- or a -copy- / the worthiest example of aesthetics pervading the city's -gold- x -remorseless- space#~ have to find the strength to inhale and carry on... have to / till our next encounter ~ 𝓣𝓨
3 notes · View notes
huginsmemory · 5 months
Text
Sometimes doing my research is fucking gutting. And when people are like yeah that's wasn't fucking genocide. Is it not fucking enough that it was fucking illegal for us to be able to bury our dead in the ceremonies our culture does? To fucking celebrate our relatives life? And you say that we fucking can't do that and you fucking arrested us for that? That we were fucking arrested and served time for giving gifts to those who attended a fucking funeral? When do you say it's genocide? Do you know the fucking grief of being unable to bury your dead properly and have to speak a fucking mamatlas tongue and bury them in the fucking mamatlas way under the mamatlas fucking god. And then not just that but during this time you were taking our fucking children away by force?
3 notes · View notes
breezy-cheezy · 1 year
Note
Bre, Bre, Bre, consider. "Explosions" by Ellie Goulding for Trigun Stampede. 👀
"And as the floods move in And your body starts to sink I was the last thing on your mind I know you better than you think 'Cause it's simple, darling, I gave you a warning Now everything you own is falling from the sky in pieces So watch them fall with you, in slow motion I pray that you will find peace of mind And I'll find you another time I'll love you, another time"
oh. ok. ok feelin big Knives and Vash vibes here.
Tumblr media
10 notes · View notes