#soulfulempathy

[feilien]

 Yuki's quite visceral reaction to his words completely took Long Zhi by surprise. So much so, that he just sat there in silence as Yuki kept on going. He could understand where the other was coming from.. kind of. 

 "Hashikawa..." he sighed, brows knitting together. "This was always the way it was going to end, you do know that, right? With or without you. That's always been my path, and it always will be. That's all I'm here for—to take over one day. To become the person he wants me to be, so all he's worked so hard for doesn't go to waste. And if following that path means I get to protect someone I care about.. Well, even better."

 "Besides..." He smiled again, bumping Yuki's shoulder with his own. "I'm not going anywhere, am I? So you're not losing me. I will just be—" Not me. "—your leader. I'll be your leader. Officially. Which means I can boss you around and there's absolutely nothing you can do about it. So..." Reaching over, Long Zhi placed a finger underneath Yuki's chin, forcing him to lift his head. "Keep your chin up, yeah? You're not going to get rid of me, and you'll unfortunately have to continue putting up with my bullshit. Even after you get sick of me."

"No." He pulled back abruptly, his eyes flashing with a panic he couldn't hide. Yuki felt the loss of Matt's gentle touch, the soft kiss to his head that felt so warm and safe. But he couldn't let this happen. He couldn't let Xiao Dan shape Long Zhi into whatever he wanted, he couldn't bear to see his friend's eyes empty and cold.

Long Zhi's words still rang in his ears. I'm too much me. Weak and soft-hearted. That wasn't his voice -- that was the old man beating this rhetoric into his grandson until he believed it himself. And Yuki was angry -- but this cold fear was louder.

"I don't want that," he continued fiercely. "I don't want to lose you to him."

The words were out before he could stop them, but Yuki didn't take them back. He'd do everything he could to keep Long Zhi here, as himself, the man who protected and comforted him, whose aura had become so familiar that Yuki would dare to call it home.

His eyes dropped to the ground. Guilt, cold and heavy, dimmed the fire inside him a bit. Long Zhi wanted to do this for him, to protect him yet again. Yuki was undeserving. He closed his eyes for a moment before he met Long Zhi's gaze.

"I can take it," he repeated, his eyes pleading. "I will, just...don't do this, Long Zhi." Let me protect you for once. "There has to be another option."

[malka-lisitsa]

“please come back in one piece.”

"You know me, Yuki. I'm a survivor."

She may not have the cleanest record but at least her friends know she's probably coming home even if it takes a minute.

[hatredcurse]

Kirigakure — One of the few countries that Sasuke very dearly avoided, even in his adolescent travels. Its air layered thick with salt soured by the stacking carcasses of fish in market stalls. The roar of the ocean was ambient in the background and the enormity of it swallowed up the horizon, that at certain points, Sasuke was unsure where the sky ended and the waters began on especially calm days.

He rode in on carriage with a few other attendees, all stationed with a specific task to be carried out. For once, he was not set out on guard duty, keeping in-step to the slow passage of the caravans within the veil of the trees, instead seated within the smothering interior, strung taut to keep from swaying into his bench partner.

When they arrived, the group of them travelled up to the capital, not expecting too much of a welcoming committee. Konoha's alliance with Kiri was tenuous, at best, and while they stripped their banners and united under one during the last war, it did not necessarily imply that they were now table partners dining on shared plates.

The Uchiha's long cloak whipped with the sea wind, flicking from one side to the next in a tangle around his ankles when he carried up the steps to where he was due to meet. Out of formality, he tied his shinobi headband around his neck ( a shiny silver glinting under the midday sun ), over this turtle-collar of his cloak, sans the slash he marked on one he received as a genin. With the renowned Copy-Nin as the incumbent Hokage, Sasuke was practically matching company to him, mirroring his aesthetics in his lord's absence.

" Good afternoon, " he greeted first when he stepped into office, announcing his presence with the band of like-affiliated officers and their many verbose scrolls tucked under arm. " Thank you for having us, " he finished, feeling the words thicken the back of his throat. Resignation, this was the feeling— the ceremony of representing a nation was suffocating.

Closed starter — @soulfulempathy

[hunting-songs]

Surprise Visitor!

Send me “ Suprise Visitor “ for My Muse ( Ask Reciever ) to open their door and see Your Muse ( Ask Sender) standing there, injured, beaten up, exhausted and looking for Help.

Senritsu lay on the bed, unable to sleep, unable to stop listening, listening, listening. Even this early in the morning the Hotel was loud: There was the rustle of bedsheets when the other hotelvisitors in the other rooms turned in their beds, there was breathing as loud as thunder from the cleaning-staff as they for every other ear soundlessly made their way from floor to floor, there was the buzzing of electricity like the rushing of blood through veins going through the wires in the hotels walls, there were the clanking of pots and dishes in the hotels kitchen from the working staff preparing the breakfast in a few hours so many floors below where Senritsu had rented a room.

Senritsu lay on the bed, unable to sleep, unable to stop listening, listening, listening. Even this early in the morning the city past the Hotels walls was loud: There were cars honking, voices laughing and talking so loud their voices stitched into Senritsus ears like needles, wind rushing in between the buildings sharply, the distant humm of the ocean and the muttering of power lines. And steps, so many steps, so so many hectic, exhausted steps.

Senritsu lay on the bed, unable to sleep, unable to stop listening. And between all this mixed also the quiet humming of the elevator that opned with a barely hearable ping on the same floor Senritsus room was on. The door of the elevator slided open, making a trickle of noises wash softly into the corridor loudly. Like a trickle of blood gently hitting the hotelcorridors carpet.

Before Senritsu had been laying on the bed, unable to sleep, unable to stop listening, listening, listening.

Now she was on her feet, in three big steps through the door and did not managed to slow down fast enough on the corridor so she just smacked into the opposite wall loud enough to make her own ears ring.

The woman did not cared; she was listening, listening, listening.

Her head snapped around, listening, listening, listening.

And she sprinted down the corridor, listening, listening, listening.

Towards the elevator.

Towards the sound of a hectic heartbeat.

Towards the sound of blood dripping loudly on the corridors carpet.

Senritsu h never forgot a song she had heard before and a heartbeat was just another melody, therefor this song was as familiar to her as the lullabies her mother had sung to her when she had been just an infant. In the much too bright light of the hotel rooms corridor the blood dropping on the carpet looked almost black. Senritsus small hands reached for the man, aiming to steady him so he could walk with her back to her hotelroom. There was no tremble in the Musicians voice- it was steady, it was firm, it was gentle and it left a vibration in the air that felt as good as a cool cloth on a feverish forehead. The vibration hit the others body, traveled along his limbs, hit his skin, the muscles beneath, the bones and eventually tissue to make it vibrate in the frequency of her voice and with that very easy for the much too keen ears of the woman to hear of what the others injuries consisted: " I see, yes, I can help with that ", the musician nodded to herself as if the other had said something: " Come along, please. You are safe here, " She sang those words soothingly; making bones,muscles and tissue vibrate into painlessness and only continued even more gentle: "come along, Yuki. You are safe, I promise." [ @soulfulempathy ]

[feilien]

📖 !!

{♚ x Send me 📖 and I'll give a random Lore dump about the Muse and/or their world. || Accepting x}

   So... I don't think I ever explicitly stated why Matt's weapon of choice (especially for killing) is knives. I mean— we know what he claims the reasons are: they're easy to conceal, he can carry an incredible amount of them on his person at any given time, they're silent, unbelievably hard to trace if utilized right, and it just integrates very well into his fighting style.

 But at the end of the day, he could pretty much achieve the same thing with a gun (to a certain degree). Would probably make his life a little easier, too. The real reason he insists on using knives is because it requires him to be close to whoever it is he's hurting, or killing. He has to look them in the eye, and he does, every time—so he can commit each and every one of his victims to his memory. He doesn't like hurting or killing anyone, but he does it because.. That's what's expected of him, it's how he was raised. He doesn't really know anything else. And while he'd never dare to openly rebel, he at least attempts to do so silently through this self-imposed punishment for doing something he knows is wrong, regardless of who they are or what they've done.

[thiefofcrows]

@soulfulempathy | CONT.

       The fingers of Kaz's right hand unfurled from where they'd curled into Yuki's shirt and, with a hint of uncertainty, he let Yuki's wrist go. At first, it almost felt like he'd put himself adrift in frigid harbor waters, shaky with how to keep himself afloat — but as Kaz pressed forward further, the depth of their kisses slowly and steadily growing quite heated, he found that he could latch onto Yuki's uneven breathing, the warmth of his mouth, the taste of him and use it as a lifeline just as well.

       He couldn't have hidden the way that discovery elicited a wave of relief to wash over him — and an aching twinge of love, appreciation and gratitude came along with it as Yuki sought to wrap his arms around Kaz's neck with such slow, mindful care. He was able to anticipate it all and keep the waters from rising, able to continuously remind himself that Yuki was alive and breathing and he was brimming with electric desire ... just as Kaz was.

       Slowly, he carefully curled his arms around Yuki's waist, one hand sliding palm up along his back, the gesture purely instinct at this point. All he could think about now was the desire to be impossibly closer, something he'd never before felt in his life. Eventually, however, they were forced to slow, forced to catch their breath, which for Kaz was coming out in small, trembling bursts. He didn't want to stop but at the same time, it was electrifying to hear and feel how it all was effecting Yuki as well.

       ❝You doing alright? ❞ Kas rasped, soft and low between them — Yuki seemed to be, given what Kaz could feel, but ... he couldn't help but ask anyway.

[tamedgod]

when i was younger , i used to guess if there were limits to emptiness . / dark Yuki to whomever

unreal unearth // @soulfulempathy

Cat eyes watch him in the darkness, reflective of any light that caught them. She'd seem him around the castle, but hadn't really gotten to a speaking point; the Long brothers could introduce her to whomever they liked, but they could not force her to really interact. She still had some semblance of choice in that, and her feral countenance could never fully be stifled no matter how many etiquette lessons they tossed her in.

but she was curious by nature.

So when the two of them were alone like this, for probably the first time — no betters others looking over their shoulders, Haru would take a step away from the shadows. She'd appear out of hiding, a wild creature draped in royal finery, the juxtaposition of it an eerie clash of contrast. Feline ears lay flat and tail flicks in trepidation as padded paws step just a little closer. She squats low, a few feet away, in an attempt to keep cautious distance during this observation.

The cat studies him in silence for a moment after he speaks, clawed hands trying not to scratch too hard at the fabric of her sleeves. Everything about this place was... discomforting. From the clothes, to the politicking, and of course — the people. Living in the capital, amongst humans, was a lot less welcoming for her as a beastkin than it was traversing the wilderness. The girl could be removed from the wild, but the wild was inseparable from the girl.

Haru realizes she's remained silent. With eyes locked on Yuki, lips part to speak.

"...You are older now. Did you find an answer?"

[skarletchains]

「 INNER 」 : for sender to kiss along the inside of receivers thigh

𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 …

The day had stretched on endlessly, leaving Kurapika drained in both body and mind by the time he stepped into the comforting Yuki's apartment. The warm scent of dinner greeted him first, followed by the sight of Yuki waiting with a smile that melted away the weight of his shoulders. A hot bath and a quiet meal later, Kurapika found himself stretched out on the sofa, a random book resting lightly in his hands.

Dressed only in his black tank top and boxer, he let out a soft sigh, the kind that came with the rare feeling of peace he allowed himself to indulge in when Yuki was near. His focus lingered on the words before him, though the story was more of a background hum compared to the steady and warm rhythm of Yuki’s presence nearby.

It started as a soft brush. Yuki’s lips grazing the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, just above the hem of his boxer. The touch sent a shiver through Kurapika, his breath hitching as the book wavered in his grasp. He glanced down, his hazel -almost orange- eyes catching the mischievous glint in Yuki’s gaze.

“Yuki…” he murmured, his voice low, carrying a mixture of surprise and a warning that was far too soft to be taken seriously. His free hand twitched as though to push him away, but it didn’t move, lingering mid-air as warmth crept up his stomach.

The book slipped from his hands to rest on his chest as he leaned his head back against the couch, his breath deeper. “You’re… impossible” he managed with a playful tone in his voice, a soft smile drawing in his lips, though there was no real protest in his tone. Only the kind of exasperation that came with surrendering to the person who knew him too well.

The hand that was lingering in the air rested on Yuki's head, intertwining his fingers with his locks of hair.

[malka-lisitsa]

Send in sexy pictures to my submit box, and see how my muse reacts.

"Well arent you just the hottest twink I've ever seen. We need to get you a man asap."

"any takers?"

[hatredcurse]

Sasuke did his best impression of a smile in these early hours. Thankfully, such comeliness is seldom expected of him, so he banked on the slightest efforts gaining him some marks. He walked into the office in his brooding darks, clashing against the cultured details plastered within the Kirigakure Officiant building, but he was only an outsider after all.

" Thank you so much.  I owe you, " said Yuki. || @soulfulempathy

" No need, " Sasuke replied with a shake of his head, " your cooperation is what's making this run as smooth as it is. "

Callous hands thumbed through the scrolls underarm, counting them once-over in case he had forgotten anything. A bothersome feeling tells him he forgot something important, but his unwillingness to double-back over his routine suggested he should catch Hell for it later with the usual contrition.

" Have you had breakfast yet? "

[huyaoxiaozi]

@soulfulempathy | PLOTTED STARTER.

       It had taken Zane a year and a half to pick up the pieces of his broken life and find a way to stability. After his chance encounter with the Eastern Shu man who'd saved him from slavers' seeking hands, he'd given in to retreat soon enough. His paranoia had gotten the best of him, but the stranger had given him the name of the studio where he claimed someone had trained him how to use his power effectively. Impact studio. Once he'd had stability, Zane had looked into it — he'd found the place easily enough and moreover, he believed he'd figured out the identity of the man who'd helped him. Yuki Hashikawa.

       It had taken another six months for him to seek Yuki out, as ... he'd seen Zane at his worst. He'd seen him in a way he hadn't allowed from anyone — hell, when he'd sought out work from the Red Fox Clan, he'd even gone through the trouble of cleaning himself up as much as he could, making himself look presentable ... and maybe he'd given himself a nasty cold from cleaning with frigid water on the streets of Ketterdam, but it didn't matter. It had gotten him work and his facade had been effective. No one had known how desperate he'd really been. Except for Yuki.

       Despite how dead and empty the studio looked from the outside, Zane reached to pull open the left glass door — and, to his surprise, it was unlocked. As he peered inside, he noted that there were lights on further in, but most of the lighting was dim or off completely. There was a shoe cubby to his left and, with only one pair of shoes tucked away, it made sense now why the lights were so dim. He just hoped that the one lone person here happened to be Yuki.

       Zane stepped inside and closed the door behind him, then bent down to remove his shoes. He placed them in one of the little cubbies before finally venturing further inside.

       It didn't take long for him to hear a thunk! and, only after a minute or two, the same sound followed. Again and again it went, with short pauses in-between, so ... Zane followed the sound. Soon enough, he did indeed find the man he'd been looking for. Yuki was dressed in loose trousers and a sleeveless shirt, clearly practicing his knife throwing. Each throw seemed to have a personal emotional intensity to it, however — as if he were infusing each knife with whatever pained him and casting it away. At the time, he'd lacked the capacity to notice that Yuki was attractive, but now he certainly didn't.

       Zane tucked one hand into the pocket of his trousers, took a steadying breath and allowed any nervous tension to bleed out of him. He wore a mask of easy confidence as he cleared his throat softly and rapped his knuckles loud enough to be audible against the door frame. When their eyes met, he knew for certain that this was indeed the man who'd saved him from an even more terrible fate than he'd already suffered — and a soft, crooked smile curled at his lips. ❝Is this a bad time? ❞

[ghcstwired]

Ryujin’s heart pounded in his chest as he stood there, trying to maintain his composure. He had watched the whole thing unfold, his mind trying to process what had just happened. The sharpness of the moment still echoed in his ears, the way blood had pooled across the floor, a surreal presence he couldn’t shake. He nodded, clenching his jaw tightly to keep his voice steady. ❝ Yeah… I brought some. You okay? ❞ His words felt hollow, and the question seemed almost ridiculous in the face of what just happened.

He looked around, trying to focus on anything but the gnawing panic clawing at the back of his mind. This was real. It was really happening.

And somehow, he was in the middle of it, caught between trying to remain unshaken and the cold, creeping dread of the situation settling in. ❝ Alright, let’s get this over with, ❞ he muttered, avoiding eye contact for a moment before quickly turning his attention back. ❝ I can… give you some clothes, even though they’re bigger. But it’s better if we clean ourselves first, right? ❞ Ryujin’s voice came out quieter than he intended, too measured for the chaos still thundering in his skull. He lifted his hand, finger pointing toward the door connected to the room. ❝ There’s a bathroom. ❞

The words felt like they belonged to someone else, someone far more in control than he actually was. His mind was still racing, stuck on the way blood had splattered, how it clung to skin and fabric, how the scent still lingered in the air no matter how much he tried to ignore it. His stomach twisted, but he forced himself to stay steady.

To say he was stunned would be an understatement. Yuki had no choice but to look up at Ryujin, to see the intensity in his eyes and know he was absolutely serious. This bravery was something he hadn't expected, and he was glad and pained to see it. Survivors like them shouldn't have to be hardened, and yet...

"Try not to touch the wound," he said, already moving. "Put his arm around your shoulders and lift him up -- we're gonna move him out into the alley, behind the next building." His gaze flickered to the bloodied carpet. "Then we'll come back and rip that up."

He hated how his voice sounded, so detached, the tone of someone who had done this countless times. Yuki had never killed anyone who didn't deserve it, but...that didn't mean each death didn't affect him.

They dragged the body into an empty alleyway, behind the neighboring building, and hid it as best as they could. Once the carpet was taken care of, leaving a strange (but unbloodied) square near the door, Yuki looked up at Ryujin again.

"Did you bring any extra clothes?"

[withinkandquill-aa]

“Well… I hope you at least gave as good as you got.” // Anya & Yuki // @soulfulempathy

“Of course,” Anya responds, rolling out sore shoulders. Her injuries were significant in quantity but they were nothing serious - bruises and shallow cuts. “I always do.”

[hunting-songs]

CHARACTER SOUNDTRACK List some songs that give off the Vibes™️ of your character, whether it’s something they would listen to or just gives that delicious writing and muse inspo! Tagged By: @skarletchains & @bewitchingbaker Tagging: @kiigan @saiakv @kylo-wrecked @muddsludge @thebrokendollassassin @zoldcks @distortedkilling @lightfaithed @yeonban @soulfulempathy ...and YOU

Inspiration music for writing!

Subway to Sally- Julia und die Räuber

"Blut, Blut Räuber saufen Blut Raub und Mord und Überfall sind gut Hoch vom Galgen klingt es, Hoch vom Galgen klingt es, Raub und Mord und Überfall sind gut" Translation: "Blood,blood, Robbers drink blood. Robbery and murder and muggery are good. High from the Gallows (they,the hanged robbers) sing, High from the Gallows (they,the hanged robbers) sing: Robbery and Murder and muggery are good!" While Senritsu is a Hunter and nolonger has contact to her family (for other reasons), she is still very much from a group of graverobbers, scammers, thiefs, robbers, conartists, prostitutes,criminals and everyone else that people did not wanted to have around in villages and cities and therefor banned to live always traveling from place to place. She was influenced by that pragmatic worldview of the Traveling People and while she would say she had a very good, happy childhood if asked, she is also very aware that her moral compass might not be the most honourful or morally-correct in the first place. Senritsu very much has her crookish side and knows every trick under the sun with which a scammer from traveling folk wants to get peoples money and is not afraid to use them or protect herself from them. Also the little girl singing the songtext was one of the band-members daughter, which by all means, definitive fits Senritsus musical inclined father who would have definitive sung the most unfitting drinking-songs with his little children singing along all loud and happy. Senritsu knows her roots and she still uses what she had been teached by her people (including using their connections to start her work in the mafia), but she is also very aware that most people following that way of life will end up like the corpses hanging on the gallows in the song praising their way of life.

Karliene - Siren Song

Senritsus best friend had been tricked by a Nokken when he had been a child. She loves music, but Senritsu had through her friend always known that there is a certaine danger to it. Beeing lured into her death by a siren singing is still a very possible outcome of her work.

Karliene - The Unquiet Grave

Music and Death, specifically giving the dead a voice or bringing back the dead to life through music, are very neatly connected in fairytales. Senritsu had after all build her flute out of bones.

Saltatio Mortis - Orpheus

The same as above.

Subway to Sally- Henkersbraut

The textwriter of the song mentioned that he had rad a book about a woman escaping beeing hanged by marrying the hangman. Which very much fits Senritsus story, because she left the Traveling People (working as graverobbers to build music instruments for bodypart collectors colelctions on comission) because she wanted to only focus on her music only to join the Mafia (specifically a Bodypart collector) to find a chance to save herself.

Senritsus's personal playlist! Senritsu likes many songs, but beside the many, many ,many 1920's Jazz and her (utterly) beloved Milongas she has a certaine... waggish humor shown in the songs she regulary listens to very obviously seen in a song about kissing asses. Senritsu keeps her very old walkman close to her heart and will not give it away.

Für Elise - Beethoven

El Choclo- angel Villoldo

Darktown Strutters’ Ball - Shelton Brooks

Tiger Rad - the Mills Brothers

K 231 - Mozart

Pennyroyal Tea- Nirvana

A media luz- Edgardo Donato

Swing it, sister- The Mills Brothers

Wellerman- Santiano, obligatory sea-shanty, because Senritsus father was from Lübeck and sometimes you just gotta headbang to seashanties.

[threebreaths]

THE BOSS | @threebreaths - an independent, selective blog for Isen Reiou, a fandomless original character. A ruthless villain with a hunger for power, a penchant for violence, and a strange desire to abandon his flight toward the sun — given the right circumstances. Original lore-based world, mature themes present (such as torture, murder, gore, etc). Written by Lily. Paired with @soulfulempathy

[tamedgod]

Hey yeah i just wanted to really take a moment to put out there how thankful I am that so many of you have invested any amount of time and interest into my oc's, especially if you're taking a chance at playing in my canon universe. I have been writing these two for almost two decades, and seldom had anyone take that kind of interest in trying to integrate into my lore and timeline. You all mean so much to me, and I can't thank you enough.

I want to give the biggest, most loving shouts to @face-breaker and @godmarked especially, who you've probably seen on my feed a bunch. Reiikon and Zero, I hope you both genuinely know how much I adore not just writing with you, but also being your friends outside this hobby. I could honestly make separate posts all about you two, I could talk about y'all forever. You guys both mean the absolute world to me, and have my eternal friendship. I will both love and annoy you til the end of time (threat and promise).

Also want to shoutout @godkiiled , @soulfulempathy and @huyaoxiaozi , who I've been talking with more lately. @byanyan , @starvingtongue , and @nightiingaled as well. I love all of your characters and portrayals, and appreciate getting the chance to know and write with you, even if I'm really slow sometimes. I hope we can keep getting to know each other better and enjoy the hobby together.

This got a little long, and I know shoutouts / "follow forevers" haven't really been a thing in this community for a few years, but still. I think the community could use more positivity and open love for each other, because I really do love you guys.

Thanks for taking a chance on me.