#soulchord

[rcguna-archived]

@soulchord || probably had plans for today (s.c.)

This is not your home.

The first thoughts that ran through a muddled mind as the young man wandered the cobbled streets and flitted blue eyes between unfamiliar architecture and buildings. Every light and distraction another throb to an already aching thought process. Focus. Think. Collect as much as you can and hold on to whatever it is you remember.

Your name is Raguna. You are an Earthmate. You’re.... your reason.... what is.... from... can.... need to....

He squeezes his eyes shut. There aren’t any more puzzle pieces to fit together other than a name and his role. When it comes to getting your bearings that doesn’t amount to having much of anything. A grind in his middle tells him that he doesn’t have much of anything in his stomach either. Whatever he was doing... it wasn’t going well.

At the very least it wouldn’t appear he’s anywhere too dangerous. The people regard him and his manner of attire with odd fascination before continuing as usual. Raguna does the same, most everything seems to be decorated with some form of... skull shape. Do they worship death here? They seem quite peaceful, so...

Continuing blindly would only lead to inevitable exhaustion and passing out in the street. Out of necessity he finds the first amenable looki--ok, scratch that, this fellow actually seems a bit intimidating with the hair and stare levelled at him. But he’s out of options and figure he might as well ask the first person that didn’t pretend he didn’t exist. Never judge a book by their cover, right?

“Excuse me, sir, but can you tell me where I am?” Or what year it is....

[xjelani-archive-blog]

i wanna die @manslaughtcr @soulchord

[aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaghostpill-blog]

› ✧ —  ❛  for @soulchord //

❛  lately, i’ve been hearing footsteps on my roof at night and seeing moving shadows at like ... 3am. a part of me wants to think a ghost has finally started haunting my house, but really, i feel like it’s just a really, really  heavy bird.  ❜   a bird with human arms? possible. maybe.  science has yet to explain to him the very  humanoid shadow he once saw in his backyard...

[manslaughtcr]

having conversations with @soulchord is Hard™

[scaredycinders-blog]

maka: soul. roadworks ahead

soul:

( hc by @soulchord im just enabling )

[imperox]

@soulchord --

           “That’s one hell of a set of chompers.” The freckled raises an eyebrow at the other, “Did you get them filed or..?” Or was a scary thought, but one he’d leave open.

[locksfate]

i just wanted to remind you that you're great! and you are loved and that you deserve the world ok uvu/ smile lots ok ur super cute

 !!!   Thank  u  sm  and  I  love  u  too  !!   I  hope  you  have  the  best  day  today  &  a  great  next  month  ahead,  xoxo  !!   ♡

/   @soulchord.

[prod8gy]

hc + friendship

Friends are very important for Kidd. Interaction is very, very important for Kidd.

A lot of his character development was possible because of Spartoi. As we all probably theorize, he was most likely isolated as a child. His father tending to the academy, warding off possibilities of the kishin reviving, not to mention having a brother who he had no knowledge of. I also feel through his adolescence, he was very closeted. And to be honest, his only friends were probably any kind of entity he could summon (if he can summon Beelzebub and other objects, I’m certain he created temporary friends like dolls, blobs, or something along those lines) and the books of the manor library. 

It’s also the influence of Spartoi that helped him realize a handful of his ideals. Having not befriended humans before while at the same time admiring them, they showed him how much humans can be capable of and that their powerful intentions fuel on sheer spite and willpower. It’s lonely being the only kind of supernatural being you know, so of course he’d want to befriend others too. He’s come out of his shell a lot more as the series progressed. His habits of self loathing, pessimizing, and feeling as if everything fails reduced the more he became closer to them and that’s very good for him.

His friendship with Black★Star is the most precious to me. Their dynamic has always had a special place in my heart and their characters rely heavily on one another in multiple ways. Black★Star is a prime example of what humans can be capable of and that is something Kidd admires and invests in. Black★Star is also his dearest friend and rival so! Good times.

[mooncurser]

what is 'love' to milos

treasure sent me asks !! ♥   

Love is a rough topic for him, despite his grotesque amount of devotion and loyalty to those around him that he truly loves. Without much of a social upbringing for his childhood other than storybooks, and then being raised after the age of 17 by a group of smugglers, he isn’t the best at being able to express himself, and oftentimes platonic and romantic affection get a bit tangled up and lost in translation.

He’s straightforward, almost blunt about it when it comes to confessions. Those are rare in and of itself, because he has a whole list of criteria someone has to fill before he tries to allow himself to have that kind of set of emotions towards them (another headcanon to get into fgsuifa), though that isn’t to say he hasn’t ‘slipped’ and felt things for people that maybe he feels he shouldn’t have said feelings for (love is fickle tbh).

He also has unhealthy habits and attachments to love – bad habits and mental health issues slipping into his love life frequently. He needs very straightforward communication, and oftentimes beating around the bush leads to him being befuddled and most often, never feeling those feelings back. In several occasions, confessions to him have also led to a backpedal and realization that he should have noticed sooner. In at least one case, this has turned into feelings for said person, who had long since gotten over him, a year or so later and honestly turns into more heartbreak for himself more than anything.

Should you end up in a stable (as it can get) relationship with Miloš, he does have an unwavering loyalty. He loves nearly unconditionally, and absolutely to a fault. You’ll have to be patient, and deal with him possibly overstepping verbally and / or in acts, but moreso in the steps of a relationship than anything else. In short, he’s quick to hit the bottom once he’s fallen. And though his love may not be the healthiest, it’s not for lack of trying, it’s more of his lack of knowing how to love in a healthy manner. He’s patient with you in all things, and willing to wait disgustingly long times should you need him to wait for anything, and will more than likely lay down his life (over and over) in your name if you get that far.

[nyota-sungura]

I THINK I STILL HAVE ///THE THREAD/// WITH THE HAND THING IN MY DRAFTS IF I REMEMBER CORRECTLY..... DID WE STILL WANNA DO THAT BC once my writing game's back up i would love to keep that up if u wanna!!! i think the thread in my drafts is that.... i think..... o boi......

YES. HELL YES. I DEFINITELY WANNA DO THAT ‘CAUSE IT IS BOUND TO BE A BOMB ASS THREAD AND I ADMITTEDLY MISS AND LOVE WRITING WITH YOU A WHOLE LOT NO LIE SO I MEAN– It’d be A+ to continue it and if u need a link to it its here.

[multlfarlous]

@soulchord

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⌔      She knew that there was something not right with this world.. Everything had a strange edge to it and she couldn’t help but feel like she herself was more on edge than normal - or at least what she thought felt normal, hard to say when you are missing parts of your memory.

     『  ..𝖤-𝖤𝗑𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝖾.. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾.. ..𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗆 𝖨? 』

[xjelani-archive-blog]

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Send ‘⌚’ to hear my muse talk about their father, or a father figure.

     “He was probably the scariest motherfucker out there.” Towering, strong -- an aura that reeked both aggression and power. Her father; cruel and uncaring; dominating a room when he stepped in because he stepped with purpose. He was consequentially everything to her; her abuser, her maker, her role model, and the monster under her bed. His absence both liberated her as well as plagued her. A feat most might misunderstand because how could she miss the man who’d done this to her? She should be glad he’s dead, right? But it was never that easy, and it was harder to explain because without him, she was nothing. Staggering blindly out of her personal prison only to fall into a darker one; one barred by the co-dependency and desolation of her mind. A mental cage she wasn’t equipped to deal with. 

       “--I should’ve died with him.” She grimaces. It’s like an echo -- soft, pondering; empty but still rippling to the back of her mind. It’s spoken as a fact -- one she accepts because life worked in the ways it wanted to. She continues to live on, and Khalfani’s footprint remains like an old scar. It doesn’t matter. It never did.

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｡. *ﾟ≼ * ★  a father of made of love & loss –  @soulchord //

❛  i loved him. i loved him so much.  he was my father, my protector, my angel, my savior.  he didn’t really have a halo, or wings, just cigarette smoke that he could puff into circles if he wanted to and a trench coat, but he was mine. he was always gentle, quiet.. he never hit me or hurt me. his hands were so warm, i thought ... i thought i was born to meet him, i really thought i was born to meet him... for the first time in my life, i wanted to live. not just ... survive. i wanted to smile ... for him.  ❜

because it made thomas happy.

holding his hand, walking beside him, made him the happiest person on the earth. watching him flip through his loose-leaf reports with those thick, reading glasses on while he sipped his coffee felt like a dream. burying his face into clothes that smelled faintly of smoke and crisp air was home to him--the walls of his house were familiar, but none of it was perfect unless he  was there.

the sound of water boiling in the kettle, the soft humming of his voice as he bustled around the kitchen, the flutter of his coats in the wind, the way he’d ruffle his hair with a calloused palm and a smirk that made his cheeks burn, his fingers combing carefully through his hair and the way he kissed his forehead so gently, with a smile that could melt ice ... 

❛  ... but, i guess i wasn’t good enough.  ❜

[manslaughtcr]

this is a callout post for @soulchord

go the FUCK to sleep

[scaredycinders-blog]

hc + meister ;)

the first time liz meets kidd, she  HATES  him.  

the second time liz meets kidd, she’s moving into his house and her sister is happy.  with him.  she still   HATES   him. 

when they first try to resonate, she resists the comfortable feel of his soul. she shakes him off and doesn’t care that he lands on his ass in the back garden. 

she comes home one day and finds him and patty laughing at her favourite film without her.  she goes upstairs. 

she isolates herself from them.  they don’t need her.  

the 1000th time liz encounters kidd, it’s a year since the first. she’s watching patty playing in front of a rose bush liz planted. patty is happy. she’s warm and safe and liz is safe, too. and for the first time, she doesn’t hate him. and for the first time, she wraps her arms around his smaller frame, and SMILES. 

[imperox]

hc + clothes

send “hc +” a word & I’ll write a headcanon about it !! | accepting. 

Clothing, due to being one of ‘royalty’ in the past, actually has a larger significance to his character than one would think. Originally, being visually ‘princely’ was something he had to uphold, and the tighter fitting, luxurious clothing was something he was forced in, especially in the public eye. As soon as he got out and escaped, the knowledge of his silhouette was recognizable enough that he had to hide it. Between that, and the comfort in knowing that others who may find his body appealing would turn a blind eye should he hide it, he turned to baggier clothing. Other than pairs of jeans that were tighter fitting, he would hide the top of his body in massive sweatshirts and baggy shirts several sizes too big for him.

This had all sorts of purposes, but soon became habit. The tightest thing he owns (again, minus pants) is a shirt that’s one size too big.

Cue his freedom into Slayne and the idea of once again, wanting to fit in with the crowd. Being a desert planet, it’s much hotter than Earth on an overall scale, and the closer one gets to the desert, the hotter it gets even beyond that. Most people in the realm wear ‘skimpier’ and lighter clothing, allowing for broader ranges of movement and less clothing to worry about in the heat. For a month or so in his stay there, getting accustomed to the freedom included dealing with the heat and weird stares he got from being as covered up as he was. The clothing hadn’t matched, and in order to try and fit into the aesthetic as to not stick out quite as much (though being well known for his demigod status and the accent he held, it was harder than he anticipated), he used clothing to assimilate into their society.

Switching from baggier tops and tighter bottoms into tighter, usually sleeveless (or tight sleeved, stretchy material) shirts and baggy bottoms with a shoe akin to a ballet flat, Kas wears this not only for the heat and assimilation into Slaynesh culture, but also as a necessary change in style to allow for a broader range of motion for his own martial arts practices, which he learns from a famous orc named Scourne in Slayne’s Fighter’s Guild.

He still owns all of the clothing from both realms, and abandons most adornments and color due to his time in Imperox. Embellishments are seen as a waste of money, and the most he spends his money on are ear cuffs in order to have a slight glimmer but avoid the overall piercing of his ears.

He now wears baggier clothing to hide wounds or ‘disguise’ himself a bit more. Either that or for comfort.

His hands are almost ALWAYS adorned by a pair of forearm-length leather gloves with green gems on each knuckle. These are enchanted gauntlets given to him by Rayan / Kalarah as a gift for giving her some of the seeds from his sentient plant friend, Horace. He keeps his hands in pockets to hide the gems on his knuckles, usually, but doesn’t let that deter him from gesticulating from speaking.

And his favorite pajamas are those he bought around Christmas time this last December in his time in the United States. They’re red, black, and green plaid and just have a tee shirt as a top, but he keeps them around everywhere with him.