#Soul lost and found 🎼

[captainkurosolaire]

[Soul Journey]: Perish "Spiritual Guide"🎼

Should you've gotten this far then our florescence quest is nearly complete. Only a mysterious door remains; containing ancient history of the remainder of your identity, and purpose. Required to overcome that Giant, which-stands, upon the tallest Summit. Truth has dawned today. I'm more than a spiritual-guide, I carry duality's burden now. The strongest version of you, who slumbered in a nestling cocoon. Representing suppressed, Desire's of Harboring. My duty remaining is ensuring that your free-soul isn't lost, abandoned, directionless again, we're one and same, so does our journey dictate. You relinquished power in your possession and created something in Me. That side you've always found appreciation and admiration beyond conceiving the She's which encountered whose braved your storms. I am judge... And observing, I've concluded... you longingly conceded your own greed, for hearties without hesitations before enemies, treasures and plunders alike, to spare life deemed too precious. I witnessed you destroy and limit, the prohibit love for fellow man, maintaining arm's reach, because you carried so many to the sea-graves from early decease. Wallowing in each defeat, guilty of survivals, frightened your own strength was too inadequate, instead manifesting chains too cruel. Now I sentence... that trust for me, rejoice and feel a satisfied removal of all unnecessary restraints. For we're about to finally, really, breathe. Captain Of The Lost Sea.

[bambino2112]

And disciplinary remains mercifully Yes and um, I'm with you Derek, this star nonsense Yes, yes Now which is it? I am sure of it

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from hell? Blue skies from pain? Can you tell a green field From a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell?

Did they get you to trade Your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? Did you exchange A walk-on part in the war For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here We're just two lost souls Swimming in a fish bowl Year after year Running over the same old ground What have we found? The same old fears Wish you were here🎼🎼🎼

[asheanon]

✨ 🎹 The Great Pianering ✨ — Entry for @venomousovereignty. 🎼 If music is desired: The song. (0:02 - 2:28)

Delightful as the trio’s company was - even unexpectedly, some days - here, alone in this home away from home, the wayfarer found herself content for a while. After all, now confined to this planet, there was the occasional craving for forms of solitude that simply could not be found in their presence. One of such rested piano-side.

Taking a seat, briefly, she stole a small sip of tea that would likely fall victim to a minor case of oblivion, growing cold before the next partaking. Often, Sal had a habit of getting just a little too lost in her own mind to keep it at its forefront. Setting the cup to the side, it was then - as though nearly possessed - that her hands gravitated to the keys.

Through dulcet touch, a ruminative refrain was made manifest.

No different than many a sentient spirit with years behind them, there was a vast library residing somewhere within… where one may find articles of the soul in song and poetry. They were hidden in its depths until found once more.

And so, one such article was sought out, its contents read over again. Every note played a word to its story, every bar a page.

“There is tea, if it is a drink you are after.” And, withal, every pause remained a pause.

This blend of fruit and flower was perhaps not the drink this specific visitor was looking for at this hour, but it was a drink nonetheless…

It admittedly took a moment longer than most to collect herself - to temper whatever had managed to crawl out, tucking it away in turn. Curved as her lips may be, her eyes failed to follow. She could hazard a guess as to who this guest was, given the kindred knack for casual trespassing. Albeit, she wasn’t quite as intrusive on the regular!

Normally, an additional cup would be set aside at many a given tea time; alas, she had not been ready for company this evening.

[therearenoowls]

So absolutely no one tagged me for this, but I decided I wanted to spell out my username using song titles anyway.

Thanks A Lot—Third Eye Blind || I woke you up and I slit the throat of your confidence/and we laughed in the night/and I felt all right ||

Headlock—Snail Mail || man enough to see this through/or is it one more thing I won't get to? ||

(From) Eden—Hozier || babe, there's something broken about this/but I might be hoping about this/oh what a sin ||

Redemption Day—Sheryl Crow || fire rages in the streets/and swallows everything it meets/it's just an image often seen/on television ||

(The) Emperor's New Clothes—Sinéad O'Connor || everyone can see what's going on/they laugh 'cos they know they're untouchable/not because what I said was wrong ||

All That You Have Is Your Soul—Tracy Chapman || why was I such a young fool/thought I'd make history/making babies was the best I could do/thought I'd made something that could be mine forever/found out the hard way one can't possess another/and all that you have is your soul ||

Recessional—Vienna Teng || and I know I don't want this, oh I swear I don't want this/there's a reason not to want this, but I forgot ||

Escape Artist—Zoë Keating || 🎼 ||

(The) Night Comes Down—Queen || oh oh the night comes down/and I get afraid of losing my way/oh oh the night comes down/oooh and it's dark again ||

Out Of The Game—Rufus Wainwright || say, come over here/let me smell you for one last time/before you go out there/and ruin all of the world, once mine ||

Oh! You Pretty Things—David Bowie || all the nightmares came today/and it looks as though they're here to stay ||

Why?—Tracy Chapman || love is hate/war is peace/no is yes/and we're all free ||

(The) Letter—Macy Gray || and I can't remember none of the things that I want to forget/it's the best - satisfaction no less/ask if I'm free and I'll say "oh yes"/but down here in reality everybody knows there ain't no such thing ||

Stone Cold Sober—Del Amitri || caught in the headlights/wide-eyed and ready to receive/we are the dead life/locked in dogfights, lost in disbelief/and these dark days/make the nights seem brighter than they are ||

I was struggling with three E songs so I decided to cheat a bit, and I also decided to break my self-imposed rule not to repeat any artists for Tracy Chapman, because you can never have too much Tracy.

If anyone else feels like doing this I would love to see what you come up with :)

[applesontheground]

burn down to me 🕯️

@aggravatetheaxe gave me feelings with his “vincent is three” post and i translated those feelings into another soulmate au thingy. blame jack for making me unable to write this AU as the horror story it probably should be and making it all soft again because vincent deserves to be loved as he is for fuck’s sake.

also i always try to keep reader’s appearance as neutral as possible but for this fic i imply multiple times that they have longer hair!

SFW | Word Count: 2,233 | Vincent Sinclair x GN Reader

contains: canon typical, soulmate AU (one person’s scars show up on the other)

🎼: x

The art was reaching out, lunging into your chest, and holding the thumping organ that it found gently against your ribcage. Captivated by you and captivating you all the same. The imagery of still life and broken expressions depicted within the slew of paintings on the walls were resonating in a way you couldn’t even put into the hand gestures that you often resorted to over spoken word. If you let yourself stare too long, loving every curve and color that you found with an intensity you were struggling to keep in control of, you might just start to cry.

Deep down, you were sensitive; almost as sensitive as the swirls of scar tissue covering the left side of your face, shrouded in the curtain of your [y/h/c] hair.

You weren’t ashamed of how you looked – the left side of your face caught fire with this violent twist and pull of raw tendon and scarring beyond anything that could even remotely be prepared to resemble the other side of your head – but everyone sure wanted you to be. You could do without the stares that you often found yourself under, always with the look of scorn or pain rather than something softer, which maybe was to blame about how beside yourself you now were as an adult. It was hard to be anything but when not only you a good portion of your most crucial vessel of expression covered – but it had taken the better half of your voice, as well.

The only thing that kept you so empathetic was knowing that they were given to you by someone you were connected to – in one way or another. At least, that was what your parents often told you when you went to them that lost expression, wanting some kind of answer about what to do with the “gift” you had been given.

You love it, [Y/N], the words from your father echoed in your head. You love it as you would love them. Them being the “soul mate” that you weren’t even sure you wanted to meet. Just because you were considered incomplete didn’t mean you were in the reality of it all. You felt as though you had managed thus far without the need for the confines of such a strong companionship, marred or unmarred, or whatever the hell they called it just to get you to keep to yourself again.

A scoff of rubber against the floor made you turn your head, staring with your better eye. There wasn’t a single moving body besides you, your friends having long left you to the confines of the wax museum. They had easily grown tired watching you circling the floor with your recognizable, respectful fascination. This hadn’t been why you were here, after all. Back at the wash out in the road that had been the sole sign to welcome your party in, your car was still sitting with a flat. That could only get you so far, and you guys knew you would need help from whatever lay in this little forgotten part of the forest that had given way to a lick of civilization if you were to keep on your way.

They had all seen enough after a skim through of the main level, telling you to catch up with them at the nearby gas station when you were finished. You couldn’t explain the emotion that came over you to see them leave, shutting the heavy door behind them and closing you in the dim light of what the signs had advertised as Trudy’s House of Wax.

Was it fear?

No, you couldn’t say that was what this pounding in your chest was. You were still enamored with everything you had found in your solitude, maybe even more so without the company keeping you aware of your own movements and desires that worked against their flow. You couldn’t help but to notice the dust that settled on every stroke of molding in the wax-made figures and against the grain of the paintings, the two most prominent mediums in here. You were still trying to fathom the fact that even the floors were coated in a matte gloss of wax, wondering how deep this artform had seeped into the cracks of the place. You also fawned over how nearly everything was kissed with the name of the artist on most pieces in little corners and flat backsides, only caught by an unrelenting gaze should they go searching. Vincent, Vincent, Vincent...

Another shift in your good eye’s peripheral made you falter again, and this time you turned around completely, trying to listen closely, even moving your hair out of the way. You didn’t see much out of the left eye, but by God would you try. You strained for another long pause, but instead simply found the gust of a curtain rather than another presence.

Was it love?

...Love was such a strong word, you mused in the confines of your head as your eyes traced back along the walls of the ballroom, finding yourself stepping towards an old-fashioned sofa with two wax bodies falling onto it. They were caught in a frozen moment of affection, the man’s hands reaching out but not quite touching the woman’s sides as she was well sunken into the cushions and welcoming him to join her. You circled it calmly, taking in a whole new set of detail and artistry with a curious tip of your neck.

A rasping breath falling over the silence made you snap upright, and a rush of shock gripped you as quick as the sound had hit your ears. Even if that would be the last disturbance while you were there, you were beginning to believe that you weren’t alone. Your eyes darted around again, unsure if the sound had come from the statue itself now. You dumbly stared at the two people in disbelief, wanting to hold onto the assurance that it had just been something your mind had thought up to adjust to staring at hands that never touched and faces that never twitched.

The next time you let your eye drag away from the scene, there was a body standing right over you. The sharp unsheathing of metal made you stumble back, a hollow gasp that became a groan of shock on the back end as you darted away, turning to size up the very real man standing inches away from your face. You had half believed this wasn’t the case at first; the unrelenting expression on a mask plastered to his face had fooled you for half a moment. You caught sight of his real skin, and his real left eye, underneath the shell. There was nothing on the right side besides a deep, dark socket -- almost unnatural with the way it sat behind a few stray strands of long, jet black hair.

His arm had reeled back when you’d spotted him, possibly to lunge, but the wavering stance was becoming rigid as he took in your terrified expression. The half that moved, that was. He stifled a noise underneath the wax, and before you could try to sign or speak to him, he was advancing again with powerful strides. You didn’t even get a chance to back away or turn to run as the hand that didn’t hold the weapon clasped around your wrist, pulling abruptly and ignoring the way your feet refused to lift to his force, skidding over the lumpy surface of the floor. Moving you by sheer tugs of your arm, you were almost up against him in seconds, breathing heavy and whimpering noises of discomfort.

His hand flew not to your face, but his for a half second. It brushed the cheekbone of the wax skin, frozen right under his eye before it could go any further. You watched with a shaking gaze of your own, trying to thrash in the grip he had on your wrist. You bore into each other’s bewildered stares, and his hand fell away from the mask to come to your shoulder. You immediately groaned in fear again, trying to roll out of it but unable to go anywhere with the way his hands held you. So tense, so rigid -- but his fingertips were raised to avoid sinking nails into your flesh.

He wasn’t hurting you. The knife had been long returned to the sheath as his eye ran over every sharp curve and scarlet color of your face. You blinked away a wave of tears, and when you moved to duck your head down finally in recognition to how he stared, he was suddenly clasping the wax around his face again, this time carefully pulling it from where it had been embedded into a spot just before his ears. You froze as it fell away, seeing how he gripped it around the bridge of the nose, index and thumb hooked through the eye sockets, showing it as a vacant shell giving way to the man before you.

“O-oh…” The word fell from your stiff vocal cords, but you could care less how it sounded. You could now see his true face, the one that showed a very human, very honest expression of terror. It was like looking in a mirror, his one eye glassy as he fought the salty waves that were threatening to spill over, ready to join yours at the drop of a hat. As if you could’ve missed it, he brushed his long dark hair away from the other side of his face, revealing familiar scar tissue. It made your hands fall to your sides as you mouthed the words, trying to speak despite the pain from your throat. “It’s…it’s you.”

Fingers were gently ghosting over the side of your neck, warm and sending nerves up and down your spine. Knowing where they were tracing up towards, you forced out a grunt of warning. Don’t. It wasn’t a scary sound, but he still flinched. You shook your head, not caring that these were scars given by him to you. You still didn’t want him touching them. Anyone that tried to got that noise out of you, and the hard stare that he also wasn’t being spared from.

Instead, his hand lifted to your head, stroking down the length of your hair, still watching you with a demanding expression and an admiring deep blue hue in his eye. You weren’t comforted, but finally stopped glaring and sighed, doing your best to catch your racing heart.

He just couldn’t help himself, instead choosing the unscathed part of your face. His thumb traced under your eye, smudging the few tears he found away and gently moving to hold the side of your face in another attempt to soothe. His mouth was moving, not speaking the three words aloud but ingraining them into something you could recognize from a lipread of a repeated pattern.

I love you, I love you, I love you...

Your lip started to quiver, shaking your head at first. His hand went over your head again, fingers now letting themselves push into your roots and feel it on a deeper level while he rose his eyebrows and nodded at you. There was a sickening sense of a rushing intimacy to it, like he was only saying it because he knew what it meant to share such a marred appearance, and he wanted it to be mutual. You looked down at the mask again, realizing there was a different outlook along with a different response to each other’s unwavering stares.

He was covering them. You couldn’t care enough to do so, except for sometimes let your hair fall over it when the attention it garnered became too much.

He cleared his throat, scratchy and pained, and you were about to tell him not to but he did it anyways. “...Love you.” He hummed. Your breath hitched, but the stubbornness couldn’t compare when he gave you that nervous frown, breathing deep to try and stay calm, as if you held his very heart in your hands.

You crept up to him, chin finally sliding over his shoulder while your arms carefully pulled around his torso. You didn’t feel like you could return such a strong display, but you knew how it felt to feel like you were always going to endure the lone road ahead. Even if something happened after this, whether you work with it or try to escape it, in this moment you two were connected. You could manage to hold the poor guy, because with the sharp edges and absconding masks, he seemed like he needed it.

He sniffed, hands holding the back of your head as he let himself press flush against your body, the same strength that was impossible to escape but cradling your form like you’d break if he didn’t stay aware of every breath and every twitch under his hands. Warmth was blanketing you, emanating from the broad chest and the warm wool of his sweater while he leaned into the embrace, and you just might’ve kept your composure if he hadn’t whispered it again. “Love you. I always have.”

A pang in your stomach made you finally suck in a breath, and let out a broken whimper into his shoulder, grip around him growing as tight as you could muster.

Such a strong word indeed.

[tragedytells-tales]

The OCs

Welcome to RAD! We hope you enjoy your stay and get along with your class mates!

- Daivolo

Hydra ( College division )

Pronouns: they/them

Race: Ancient Beast - Dragon ( Several headed hydra )

Sexuality: who knows.

Relationships: Friends with all of purgatory hall, Mul, and Ifol, youngest sibling to Hysteria and Ezra

Fav song: Here - Alissa cara

Likes: Cooking , music , and swimming

Dislikes: Crowds , Heat

Tag: [ ⚔️ ] oc : Hydra

Hysteria ( College division )

Pronouns: She/her

Race: Demon of Wrath

Sexuality: Pan

Relationships: Middle sibling to Ezra and Hydra, friends with Asmodeus and Aster.

Fav song: Two faced - Jake Daniels

Likes: Climbing , necromancy , and lakes

Dislikes: MC , bright lights

Tag: [ 🍸 ] oc : Hysteria

Ezra ( College division )

Pronouns: He/him

Race: Demon of Lust/Envy

Sexuality: Bi

Relationships: Eldest sibling to Hysteria and Hydra, Friends with Satan, Solomon, and astaroth.

Fav song: White Winter Hymnal - Pentatonix

Likes: History, forests, and classical music

Dislikes: Cold, Bitter teas

Tag: [ 🌪 ] oc : Ezra

Rhinum ( Student councilor )

Pronouns: They/he/she

Race: Demon / Avatar of Judgment

Sexuality: Aro/ace

Relationships: New to the devildom, close friends with Barbatos, friends with the seven brothers, friends with Solomon

Fav song: Where We Started - Lost Sky ( feat. Jex )

Likes: Gardening, flowers, reading

Dislikes: [ Redacted ]

Tag: [ 🕯 ] oc : Rhinum

Ariquel ( Collage division )

Pronouns: he/him

Race: Angel / Diligence

Sexuality: Demi-AroAce

Relationships: Dating Simeon, older brother figure to Luke, a nuisance ( affectionate )

[ Bardic in-separate-tion : "a snobby rich kid" - Zangra, "A wanna be mama's boy" - Ajay, enemies to friends with Ajay and Zangra, new friends with Asmo ]

Fav song: Soldier, poet, king - The Oh Hellos

Likes: Singing, painting

Dislikes: demons

Tag: [ 🎼 ] oc : Ariqiel

Ajay Sekiko-Morningstar / Experiment A947 "Ajay" ( Teens division )

Pronouns: they/them

Race: Half Demon / Half Human ( Avatar of Vengeance )

Sexuality: None of your business

Relationships: Friends with the demon brothers, friends with Candy and Gidorah, "Scary child" - Mammon, Child figure to Barbatos, Lucifer, Diavolo, Himiko, Mammon, and Satan, bestfriends with Jenny and Luka

[ Bardic In-separate-tion : A menace to everyone around them because they are the only one with the braincell, enemies to friends with Ariquel and Zangra ]

Fav song: Insane - Black Gryph0n, Baasik & Loose Canon - Set it off

Likes: Music, rain, alone time

Dislikes: their guardians, crowds

Personality: Curious, blunt, and somewhat charming despite being socially inept. They're extremely good at comforting people, although they might panic about what to do for a few moments. They're extremely quiet when around people who they aren't familiar with, and you're more likely to end up talking to one of their adoptlings or a soul. If you do get to know them, you'll find that they're actually rather talkative when it's about cooking or baking. Ajay mostly spends their time indoors with their family or relaxing somewhere with their familiars or souls in the Academy gardens.

Tag: [ �� ] oc : Ajay

Gidorah ( Teens division )

Pronouns: They/she ( prefers they/them )

Sexuality: Demiromantic

Race: Ancient Beast Line ( Dragon )

Relationships: friends with Barbatos, Asmodeus, Diavolo, furlucas, relationship with teen!MC varys, close friends with Luka and Candy

Fav song: U know what's up - 4town / Drop pop candy - Juby phonic

Likes: nature , reading , and singing

Dislikes: Disloyalty , [ REDACTED ]

Personality: Empathetic, level-headed, and gentle. Gidorah is a dragon who prefers to stick with their close group of friends but doesn't mind meeting strangers. They can normally be found around Candy and Luka or reading in the RAD gardens. Gidorah is the calmest of the three and is the best at comforting others by adapting to their needs.

Tag: [ 🐉 ] oc : Gidorah

Luka ( Teens division )

Pronouns: He/him

Sexuality: AroAce

Race: Demon of Pride

Relationships: close friends with Gidorah and Candy

Fav song: Centuries - fall out boys

Likes: Theater , mountains , and painting

Dislikes: Thunder , Deep water

Personality: Serious, sarcastic, and laid-back, Luka is very introverted and preferes quiet time with close friends rather than going out to a big outing. He can normally be found around Candy and Gidorah or watching a movie in his room while studying or painting something. Luka is very quiet with new people and mostly comforts by listening quietly or providing background noise.

Tag: [ ⚖️ ] oc : Luka

Candy ( Teens division )

Pronouns: she/he

Sexuality: Panromantic

Race: Demon of lust

Relationships: close friends with Gidorah and Luka, friends with Beelzebub/Leviathan/Belphegor

Fav song: Confetti - Little mix

Likes: baking, cooking, and flowers

Dislikes: [ Currently unknown ]

Personality: Bold, sassy, and mischievous, Candy is the most social and extroverted of her friend group and is willing to dare anyone to test how protective she is. She's normally the one found in detention from getting up to no good or hanging out with Gidorah, Luka, and sometimes Ajay! Although, despite being known for her lack of knowledge when comforting people, Candy can have her calm moments and is second best out of the three when it comes to handling emotional situations.

Tag: [ 🍨 ] oc : Candy

[crazycrackersworld]

Only one thing could make this more beautiful.

🎼How I wish, how I wish you were here, We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year, Running over the same old ground, What have we found, The same old fears, Wish you were here.