#sharing my soul with the world

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[icharchivist]

so, leaving aside any "Heart of Innocence" as the entity itself,

what if the part of Lavi's soul inside of Allen is specifically inside his Innocence?

Like how the piece of Mana's soul in Allen is specifically located in his eye?

After all, Apocryphos unleashed an innocence to eat Allen up, but Lavi reformed the innocence around Allen with the helix to give him a new body, and then his new innocence arm.

But we know that early on the arm wasn't fully mixed with Allen's body, had a hard time syncronizing and all, and didn't really awaken until he had to face Mana and Mana cursed him on the eye.

Maybe the danger, or even the fact Mana cursing Allen added a new soul inside of him, was enough to "awaken" the innocence fully, but also the piece of Past!Lavi that was inside of it. And it would have shown itself by turning Allen's hair white, as it's then Past!Lavi's protection on him being made clear.

I always said Lavi=Heart because the Innocences around him started to act weird when he was being emotional.

when it comes to Allen, Lavi was worried sick when he left after Suman and was in denial about his potential death until they found the playing cards. This is when the innocence around Allen was protecting him like a fog and reformed his own heart after it was eaten by Teaz.

Then when Tyki meets Lavi and decides to spite him by sending Akuma after Allen, it's when Allen finally manage to reform his Innocence as Crown Clown, the white cape that is shielding him from everything else, protecting him, when Lavi was worried when Tyki was attacking him.

And then Allen's innocence evolved into a sword that couldn't hurt humans right when Lavi was vulnerable in Road's dreamworld, right before Allen had to fight him. It answered to Allen's desires, yes, but Lavi taunting Road about how "my heart hasn't shattered/been smashed yet" is supperposed on Allen having been smashed by Tyki and his innocence nearly shattered RIGHT before it evolves into the sword that he will later use to protect Lavi.

It could have nothing to do with Lavi being the Heart of Innocence-- but have to do with the fact a part of Lavi's soul reside in the innocence of Allen itself. Probably merged with the will of the innocence until creating Crown Clown, which has its own set of will and desire. But would also explain why CC doesn't obey Apocryphos or why it is more interested in mirroring Allen's desires. (i do think CC is its own entity in itself and not just Past!Lavi soul, but that Past!Lavi soul probably coexist with CC's own will.)

but it also means that therefore when the innocence reformed Allen's heart, it would mean Past!Lavi's part of the soul would be in Allen's heart.

and through CC he would be working to protect Allen, which is why CC's cape can shield him. This way he can keep the promise he made about "I'll protect you with my life"

Do you get the vision i'm coming accross here.

[penisbilt]

waving hello everyone so uh sorry for just kinda up and vanishing for um. months and months and months. i kind of exploded and then died and then lived briefly and then died again. but with the days getting longer and me being brave and being outdoors more (Even Though its starting to get real wintery outside) it feels like im coming to life again AND developing social tendencies for the first time in uhh ummmm. so anyway yeah hi i can almost handle the thought of communicating with other human beings again in the near future, stay tuned

[thefairyfellermasterstroke]

[tha-wrecka-stow]

[aq2003]

i saw a post saying boom was good bc it feels like it could be done with any doctor/companion duo and honestly that was one of the things i felt was wrong with it

[w-i-m-m]

[a-dream-deferred]

just found out my great aunt and her daughter have been killed in an airstrike in gaza. إنا لله وإنا إليه راجعون. الله يرحمهم ويتقبلهم شهداء

[dinosaurwithablog]

Unmute, please.... this is the sound of Petey breathing while she sleeps. This is the sound that lulls me to sleep every night... that calms my soul and my mind... that brings me peace and the ability to sleep. This sound is beautiful to me. It makes everything okay in my world. I love Petey. She makes everything beautiful, and she is the reason that I am okay every day. I love this dog with all my heart, and I am thankful for every day that I get to share with her by my side. She is my best friend. She is a great friend. I am grateful for every minute that we have together ❤️ 🙏🏼 I love her more than words could ever express ❤️ dogs make the world a much better place. Thank you, Petey. 😊😍 for everything...

[butchnavi]

ok this is so weird but i love the concept of a soul. not for what it actually is like i don't believe in any of the reincarnation shit but for some reason I picture soul physically as a huge plasma like murugaka seed that feels and smells like chicken (and besan pakoda for vegetarians) soup and sounds like folk and maybe a little R&B music and crackling wood and home when you put your ear really close to someone's chest like a conchshell and it gets really warm and fluttery and floaty when you're happy and interact with other strangers in a positive way

[spookieloop]

Torturing myself with thoughts of Durge potentially having a very unintended experience the first time she goes on that little weave date with Gale.

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What if she intends to kiss him in the weave, but her fractured mind conjures up the image of Gortash instead after she pulls away.

It's who she really wants, she just doesn't remember.

Gale is none the wiser, until the weave slips away to reveal a panicked Durge...

Trying to explain what she saw?

Trying to brush it off?

Who is that man burned into what's left of her brain matter? Who was he to her that the weave would pull him forth when she made the decision to pursue Gale?

And laying eyes on him again for real, at Moonrise...

Maybe she finds the Prayer for Forgiveness, and her hands are shaking as she reads, knowing that she penned this.

To her father.

Her God.

To Bhaal.

Scelaritas's words suddenly make sense.

"He would forget his god for you, but you won't for him. Of that I know."

She did forget her god once, it seems.

For Gortash.

After that, she goes to Wyrm's Rock to meet him alone, because she has one burning, inescapable question.

"Who are you to me?"

[sneak-a-cat]

I’m going to riot. Why must I plan out and then write and then edit my story ideas why can’t I instead beam the entire thing directly into the minds of those interested. Or at least let me magically have it all written down if I think about it enough please I beg of thee

[javierduffy]

Same anon from earlier who sent that ask about how Dutch would react to javieran. I finished the fic but uh it's porn lol. If you're still interested it's "steady beat" on ao3

anon i would like you to know that i spent the first 20 minutes of my shift sitting in the bathroom reading this and i do not regret a single moment

THAT WAS SOOOO GOOD ARE UOU INSANE !-?/!?:3! JAVIERAN CONTENT WAS EXCITING ENOUGH ALREADY BUT PORN ??? AND SOFT, FLUFFY, HEAD-OVER-HEELS IN LOVE PORN ???????? you wrote this for ME !!!!!!! and i am SO GRATEFUL !-!2!2!3 OMG !!!!!!!!!! it was sooo good i was literally giggling and kicking my feet the whole time, you nailed their dynamic sooo so perfectly imo 😭💔 reading that was such a pleasure thank you for the food !!!!!

[nugulover69]

What do y'all know about the infamous intro to Chivalry from that one Sechskies live performance

[lilyharvord]

been thinking about AUs lately, mostly becuase I have had so little time to write due to craziness, and I got back on my bullshit about meeting your soulmate and their first word being tattooed on your skin. And just... the implications of that?

Mare with the word "thief" tattooed on her wrist and having to cover it so as to not give herself away in the Stilts, but when/if she gets caught by officers they see it while they detain her and even if she didn't do anything she ends up locked up for the night because of that word. So she comes to hate it with a passion and tried scrubbing it off, and mutilating it as she grew up to remove it, to hide herself better as she starts to steal more and more to survive. But she would wake up with it perfectly healed. And it is in such pretty penmanship, waaaaay too nice to be a Red's handwritting, or even an officer's in the Stilts. And that scares her, so she forces herself to hold onto the belief that maybe it belongs to some Red who assists a general or something and they have to write a lot and she will meet them at the Choke. When Kilorn sees it for the first time while he is helping clean her up after a particularly bad night in a cell, he realizes he can never be hers because it was no where near his first word to her.

Cal has the word "obviously", and it is so obviously the dumbest fucking word to have. It is literally the most common word. The amount of times he has heard the words "obviously" in his life and turned around only to realize it is someone he already knows? Stupid, absolutely ridiculous. And not to mention that the way it is written on his wrist is horrific and makes him question if this person ever really learned how to write properly. The good news? He can hide it underneath his flamemaker and forget about it if he needs to. And he does, pretty much decides that he'll probably just never meet whoever it is. Besides... he has to marry a lady of a High House, and he's already met all of them and none of them said that word to him on the first go. And it doesn't really matter... it is so rare for a future king to marry their soul mate through Queenstrial anyway. His father was just lucky with his mother, and his grandfather of course met his but got away with keeping him and marrying a Queen. And maybe it's for the best if he never meets this person, it would just be a twist of the knife if he is already married and meets the person who is meant to complete him.

And then, one night, on a dirt road, in the hours before night and dawn, when the stars are still out and the world is dreaming, a thief sticks her hand into the pocket of prince, who catches her wrist, and accuses her with a surprised and confused tone: "thief", and she tilts her head to the side, her eyes sparking as she replies "Obviously". And it takes everything for him not to flip her wrist over and look for the word he just uttered, but he lets go instead, terrified that this is the girl who is meant to come into his life and complete him. And she backs up a step, her eyes darkening as she looks him over anew. Neither comments, neither admits to anything. And Mare is glad for it, because the next day she learns he is a prince, and not just any prince, he is The Prince, and she immediately is relieved because there is no way in all of heaven and earth that she is paired with this man. She didn't see her reply on his wrist... she forces herself to believe that there is a different word tattooed there. That if she were to lift up his sleeve she would see something else, some meaningless word to her, that means everything to him. She never looks though, and he never takes off his flamemaker, so she never has the chance to see.

Then, one evening, in a soldiers barrack, on a Piedmont base in the middle of a summer shower, complete with the distant growl of thunder: Mare glances at his bare arm, wrapped around her bare waist. It would be so easy for her to just, gently turn it and look, to answer the question that has haunted her since a Blackrun fell from the sky, and he held her like they were going to die. She shivers subconsciously and gently reaches down to slide her fingers through his, her heart pounding against her ribs. She can't decide if she wants to see the word there, or if she doesn't. She doesn't know which way would be better, whether it would break her heart if it wasn't, or if she were be terrified if it were. He sighs against her neck and pulls her a little closer when she first goes to rotate his wrist, she freezes, tensing for a heartbeat. He's a soldier, they sleep lightly, and this feels like an invasion even though she has now seen and touched every part of him. For some reason this one spot of skin feels forbidden. Inhaling, she slowly rotates his wrist to face up, and her entire skin erupts in goosebumps as lightning illuminates the room and thunder crashes a heartbeat later. There is her hand writing, her ugly, horrific handwriting, and there is the word she said to him with such tenacity on a dirt road and changed their lives forever. She flips his hand back over and pressed it to her stomach, knots her fingers with his as she tries to slow her breathing back to a sleeping rate. It's no use though, his sigh against her neck is no longer a gentle whisper, but is instead one of relief. "I wanted you to look first." He murmurs against the vertebrae at the base of her skull, before lightly running his lips up to her ear. "I think knew in my heart since the Bowl of Bones." He squeezes her fingers softly, and they never speak of it.

Then he choses a crown, a crown over what those words on their wrists' mean. And that betrayal is so much worse than it ever could have been.