#soulfulempathy

[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

[moonsromance]

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⋆₊˚⊹♡ @soulfulempathy. meme. still accepting!

❝I've been working on a book foreeeever. I started when I was twenty-two. So, like, about a decade back. It's all about healing your traumatized inner child through art therapy—like, using creativity as this bridge between your pain and growing into a healthier version of yourself. Dealing with trauma, you know, like. Trauma? Coping? I have trauma, we all have trauma; we, she, he, they, me, everyone and everywhere... Trauma. Coping. In a book. For people to read.❞

Virote reached for a spliff in his jacket pocket, but withdrew his hand after realizing he was too stressed to even smoke. ❝Like, I speak so well...! I do! I can do wonders with a microphone in my face... But writing? Writing is... It's fuckin' horrendous. When I speak, it's smooth sailing. Like polished personal patter and passionate prose pouring out perfectly. Hear that alliteration? Wonderful. I'll write one paragraph and then I'll delete it and then I'll rewrite it. Somehow it's worse. Like, how is that even possible? And, I'll think, ' Oh, maybe I need another cup of coffee, ' but then by the third cup, I'm just jittery as fuck and spiraling like a coke fiend outta my ASS about commas.

The worst part about this bullshit is... I feel like I'm letting people down, I'm letting myself down. I mean, my god, my grandfather is the planetary guardian of intelligence, speech, the written word, et cetera... Like, I can get up in front of an audience and make them laugh and cry and think and feel crushing secondhand embarrassment, but when I'm sitting alone at my desk at 11pm, I just... Freeze like a dumbass. It's almost like my brain knows there's no one watching, so it's like, ' Cool, bro, we're just gonna... Stop working now. Let's go smoke. ' I hate it. Am I crazy? I feel like a Teletubby with a credit card.❞

[feilien]

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{♚ 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.

[malka-lisitsa]

"Don't make me do this. Ughhh..." /shut up and flirt with that man Yuki

Katherine rolled her eyes and slid a shot in front of Yuki.

"Shut up and go get the guy you've been googoo eyes at all night before I physically drag you over to him and introduce you as my adopted little brother. Do you want that? Is that less embarrassing?"

[skarletchains]

🌿 / hopefully you’re still accepting ❤️

Send 🌿 to meet my muse under the mistletoe

"Did you know that mistletoe is actually a semi-parasitic plant? It doesn't live off the soil or the air, but off the sap of the host trees, but its leaves can photosynthesize, so that's why it's called semi parasitic." Kurapika looked at the mistletoe above him, curious. He knew the lore, but for the moment, that fact was much more interesting to share with Yuki.

"Although, as bad as that word sounds, mistletoe has been used a lot in medicine, such as to treat epilepsy, asthma, hypertension, headaches, dermatitis, among other things." He continued to ramble, a somewhat mischievous smile drawn on his face. "In the most pagan and popular belief, mistletoe symbolizes good luck and protection, which is why it was customary to hang it over the door frame at the entrance of homes. And then, it began to be said by word of mouth that those who kissed under the mistletoe would find love, hence the tradition." There was a second where Kurapika had to contain a small giggle. "Imagine how horrible it would be to kiss someone under a mistletoe and find love in another person, I mean, tradition never says it's with the person you kiss."

Finally, Kurapika turned to look at Yuki, a hand gently rested on the other man's cheek and caressed it with as much care as if he were afraid of breaking him. "I… think I've already found mine, but it wouldn't hurt to check it a little, don't you think?" Gently, he brought him closer to himself until he could join their lips in a soft and sweet kiss.

[poisonedfire]

╰┈➤ @soulfulempathy | continued from [ here ]

"Who knows?" Peyton softly shrugged, glancing to Coffee as she diverted her path towards them. A broad smile spread across their features as the feline wove between their legs, rubbing against them with a resounding purr.

"She'd win any demon over." The escort said confidently, bending down to pick her up. She looked towards Yuki as if to say an attitude-filled remark that correlated with her owner's response. Peyton placed her onto the counter and watched as her little paws carried her to Yuki, tail held high.

[feilien]

 Long Zhi's mind was a mess, to say the least. It wasn't just the very vivid memory of being locked in the closet that was messing with him, but the fact he had lost it like this in front of someone. That had never happened before. He'd always managed to keep this sort of thing at bay, had either managed to breathe through it, or get away before anyone knew what was happening. It was humiliating, and, quite frankly, he was terrified of Xiao Dan finding out. 

 "Leave me alone," he hissed, shrugging his shoulder in an attempt to rid himself of Yuki's hand. He didn't need this. He didn't want this. 

   (But that was a lie, wasn't it? The gesture unraveled something inside of him, something he'd attempted to rid himself for years, something he'd been deprived of for years. Something he'd been punished for so many times when he had sought it out, even from his own mother.)

 Slowly, the panic started to settle down. He wasn't entirely sure how, or why; he couldn't focus on his breathing, couldn't focus on calming himself down, and yet, he somehow did. As confusing as it was, though, he wasn't about to complain about it. Instead, he took a few deep breaths and tried to focus. Panic or no, he needed to get out of here. Out of the room, out of the building, away from the walls and confined space. 

 "Of course, I can stand." As if to emphasize his words, Long Zhi got up and, although his legs did feel a little wobbly, he made his way over to the door. "Like I said, you won. Congratulations. You beat me. It doesn't happen often, and it won't happen again."

 With that, he left the room and made his way to the rooftops.

When he was pushed away, Yuki gave Long Zhi space. He could feel panic rolling off him in waves, and guilt weighed heavy in Yuki's chest knowing he'd caused it for his own selfish reasons. Yuki set the knife on the ground and put a hand on Long Zhi's shoulder, just as he spoke. You won. Now get out of here. Yuki ignored him.

"Look at me, okay?” he urged. Meanwhile, Yuki connected to Long Zhi's mind again. Only this time, it was to calm him, slow his heart rate. He had to admit, he hadn't expected this strong of a reaction, especially from someone like Long Zhi, who seemed to weather everything with strength and composure. But at the end of the day, they were all vulnerable to their demons. Whether it be a suffocating, dark closet, or blinding headlights, crunched metal and glass shards.

As he felt the panic ebb away, Yuki removed his hand, but he remained at Long Zhi's side. He didn't ask what happened, what was wrong. Yuki was a miserable liar, and the thought of acting innocent made him sick. Just as carefully as before, Yuki retracted his power when he was sure his boss was free from the clutches of his past. But it begged the question...who had locked a young Long Zhi in that closet? The possible answer surfaced and, with a sinking heart, Yuki couldn't say he was surprised.

"Take a breath, Liu.” His voice wasn't pitying, wasn't condescending or mocking. It was the tone of someone whose past clawed at him as well, someone who knew exactly what that panic felt like, no ability needed. Still, Yuki feared it would be read the wrong way, and he continued in a normal voice. "Can you stand?"

[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.”

[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

[hunting-songs]

Senritsus Birthday! Tagged By: A little Wildbirdie ! Tagging: @kiigan @saiakv @kylo-wrecked @bewitchingbaker @skarletchains @muddsludge @zaeltry @distortedkilling @lightfaithed @soulfulempathy ...and YOU!

What’s your Muse’s birthday? Senritsu was born in december of 1977 on the 12th. Her birthday is the 12.12.1977. Considering that Gons Hunter -exam was on the 6th january of 1999 and in the HunterxHunter world had only passed around two years (Succession arc is in 2001), Senritsu was twenthythree in September 1999 and turned twenthyfour in that years december.

Do they celebrate it?  If so, how? When Senritsu had been a child, her parents would celebrate the day she was born by letting Senritsu decide what to eat for that day a week before (so the group of Traveling People could get their hands on the ingredients in time) and take a day off online-schooling so she could do whatever she wanted. For her that meant she got rabbit-herb-stew and sat the whole day with her father in his atelier to build from wood and bones. Even if that meant just sanding down a small piece of wood for ten hours straight while her father told her jokes from time to time, it was still Senritsus favorite day of the year. In the years she had been traveling with Ask, he had thrown the runes for her to give her a soothsay for the coming year and than they had went out for drinks and cardgames in the nearest pub. Nowdays, she nolonger celebrates her birthday or more accurately she nolonger celebrates with her family or friends, because she for one has no contact with her family and also because she usually travels away from people with whom she could celebrate her birthday. If Senritsu is away from civilisation, she will just have a regular workday and if she is in town or a village she will go after work to the nearest pub to have a beer while listening to the pubmusic. The only thing she will do to celebrate is taking Asks Trollbag and throwing the runes for herself and give herself a soothsay for the coming year, though she is doing it more as a joke than anything else and occaiosnally turns the runes around of throws a second or third time. Senritsu did not shared Asks religion and superstition, but he was her best friend and all his soothsays were of fortune and luck because he wanted her to have a happy new lifeyear so Senritsu keeps his wishes alive.

How did you, the writer, pick this date? Leorios Birthday is march 3th Kurapikas Birthday is April 4th, Gons birthday is may 5th, and Killuas birthday is July 7th, so Senritsu just joined the tradition with december 12th. Also she was suppose to be a figtree and only people born in the timeframes of 14.6. – 23.6. or 12.12. – 21.12. fall in that horoscope.

Is this character’s personality influenced by their birthdate? Senritsu fits he different zodiacs very well! After Chinese Zodiac, Senritsu is a firesnake: “People born as Snakes are mysterious, smart, wise, good at talking, determined, and caring. They value knowledge, work hard to achieve goals, and form deep bonds in relationships. Snakes are mysterious and smart.”

“Fire people are energetic, they believe in the power of charisma and desire. The have creative potential, are intuitive and passionately emphatic. Fire people seek stimulation and so tend to always have a lot of balls in the air because they hate to be bored. ”

After the celtic treehoroscope, Senritsu is a figtree: "A Figtree: Fig Tree (the Sensibility) -- very strong minded, a bit self willed, honest, loyal, independent, hates contradiction or arguments, loves life and friends, enjoys children and animals, a social butterfly, great sense of humor, likes idleness and laziness after long demanding hours at work, has artistic talent and great intelligence."  

After the Western Zodiac, Senritsu is a Sagittarius: "The Sagitarius: The Misunderstood Healer --- Guided by the centaurs and the story of Chiron, Sagittarius is the sign of teaching and healing. They are always ready to lend a helping hand and are natural benefactors, but their selflessness is often misunderstood by the common people. Pain is often hidden behind their smile, and they would willingly give everything they have to help others heal, and seek a life free from pain. Despite being blessed with many incredible things, Sagittarius individuals may still feel like something is missing to make their life complete. Sagittariuses have an independent streak like no other sign. Independence and the freedom to pursue what they want when they want is of the utmost importance to a Sagittarius. They are travelers, and risk-takers. Sagittariuses aren't afraid to blaze their own trails, even if that means going it alone.Perhaps related to their ability to intuitively understand issues larger than themselves is the Sagittarius characteristic for being deeply, soulfully compassionate. Because of their openness to new experiences and lack of strictures, Sagittariuses get along very well with diverse groups of people and are always willing to empathize with another person's experience. Their warm, generous willingness to set people at ease comes from a genuine concern for other peoples' experiences and well-being. All this independence can sometimes translate to behavior that seems spontaneous to the point of random and a tendency to get bored easily. They can also rebel against those in authority, which can cause conflicts at work. Additionally, A Sagiattarius's constant quest for new experiences translates to a reluctance to commit. This can be a good thing if you're, say, an Aries or Gemini, who likewise are likely to want to drift toward the new and get easily bored with the old. However, if you like a safe routine and predictability, the Sagittarius might be more of a challenge to find love with."

[moonsromance]

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˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊✧˚ · . @soulfulempathy. meme. still accepting!

꒰ঌ ⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ ˖ tom misch / ❝follow.❞

i know it's alright here / but follow your heart dear / i know your dreams are clear / don't you know we all fit in / don't be afraid of who you want to be / remember i'm here, mmm / so maybe you should take the first step / and the rest will follow / it will follow.

yuki and vi always end up in the same place... the record shop, the botanical garden, the noodle joint, the dim sum spot, the used book store... and this kind of gives me the vibes. a lil boombap, a lil hiphop, a lil jazz. melts into the early setting autumn sun. yuh yuh yuhh.

[moonsromance]

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@starfaite

this video is litteraly making me go crazy

[skarletchains]

Pick some art off Pinterest and i'll assign you a Celestial Entity!

Your Result: Moon

You are a mystical being. Constant yet elusive. Apparent yet indistinct. You are reliable in the sense that the moon has its phases. However, even though people know what to expect from you, they still find themselves captivated. You are anything but boring—no, you are hypnotizing. People are drawn to you in the same way they’re mesmerized by the moon on a clear night. The moon is steady and dependable—the anchor of the night sky. When navigating the night, people crane their necks up searching for its light. The moon is not innately flashy, but still manages to catch one's eye. Although at times difficult to perceive, hidden by clouds, or hard to capture on camera, the moon is always there for all who seek it. You indiscriminately favor everyone with your light yet only feel truly seen and appreciated by a few. It’s amazing how you manage to do so much with so little, but its still okay to let people close sometimes. The moon cannot illuminate the entire night sky by itself. We will love you even if you ask for help. You probably give good advice and are known for being a good listener. You don’t have many secrets, yet you’re still mysterious. Transparent and whole, yet vague. You’re quietly emotional like how the ocean is quietly loud. You feel strongly about certain things even though you don’t always share your convictions. You’re the type to get their feelings hurt but never say so. When it comes to you there’s so much in what is left unsaid if only people are willing to read between the lines. You’re aware of yourself and who you are just not always good at expressing it. Those who put in the extra work to get to know you will reap the secret rewards of your innermost self. You are like the comforting familiarity and whimsical wonder of watching a Christmas movie in class in elementary school. You are a steadfast secret keeper and promise maker. You are the reliable pillar and foundation we all trust enough to build upon. You are both benevolent and divine.

Tagged by: Kurapika's favorite person @hunting-songs

Tagged: @soulfulempathy @eyesofcuriosity @redlips-blooddrops-deux @whiskeysmulti (Gokudera) @hauntedreality and everyone who wants to do it!

[feilien]

 If Long Zhi was honest, he hadn't really expected Yuki to open up to him. Their relationship, thus far, had been strictly professional and a rather strained one at that. Perhaps it was the remnants of alcohol, or maybe their relationship was beginning to shift in a way he hadn't anticipated, nor wanted.

 ( Even if he craved being close to someone, anyone; was desperate for it, even... He had learned years ago that it was a dangerous game with dire consequences if it didn't work out. He hadn't allowed himself an opportunity to get attached to someone ever since, keeping things strictly professional at all times. An easy thing to do, fortunately, when you were the heir and by definition meant to be above others. )

 Finally done, Long Zhi prepared two bowls, then made his way over to where Yuki and Bao were sitting. Offering Yuki one of the bowls, he sat down next to Bao once he had taken it from him. "Eggdrop soup. Nothing fancy, but I made do with what I had and knew. It'll warm you up, at least."

 Then he went silent for a moment. Yuki didn't need to elaborate for Long Zhi to get the picture. He might not've spelled it out, but the implications were fairly clear. For now, however, he focused on something else.

 "I've heard that name before, Isen Reiou. I think we might've dealt with him before, though I'm not sure of the details." Of course, he rarely ever knew the details when it came to actual business dealings.He wasn't ready for that yet, Xiao Dan always said. He never argued. "I'm sorry, Yuki. About your parents. About the things that have happened to you."

 For a moment, he fell silent again, staring at the bowl in his hands. "Is that why you joined us?"

Yuki felt eyes on him, but by the time he looked up, Long Zhi was focused on the pot again. And for a moment, he was torn. Did he want to talk about it? Would getting it out of his head soothe these gnashing teeth buried in his throat? Would it ease the knot in his stomach, the revulsion it caused? He forced himself to focus on Long Zhi. There was nothing malicious, nothing secretive about his offer. It was genuine. And if Yuki kept this to himself, he was sure he would explode.

Now that his senses had returned, Yuki held a gentle hand out to Bao and waited for the silent approval before he scratched behind his ear. The soft fur was comforting, and it gave Yuki the courage to speak.

"When I was fifteen...my foster father almost beat me to death." Hell of a way to start. "I escaped and I met a guy -- an older guy, Raito."

The name tasted like acid on his tongue. Some bile rose to his throat and shame burned in his cheeks. His hand fell away from Bao and joined the other in his lap. Yuki stared at them. "He gave me a place to stay, taught me how to fight. And the whole time, he was working for Isen Reiou -- the man who killed my family. Watching me. I had no idea until last night."

Yuki sighed, his mouth dry, his stomach sour. "That...wasn't the worst thing he did, either."

[threebreaths]

Introduction

Independent & selective fandomless OC blog, est. August 2024. Welcome! This is an independent blog of an original character, originally created on @soulfulempathy. All credit for Isen and the other characters featured on this blog belongs to me. Please note that this character is the main antagonist of the storyline I have built across both blogs. He is a villain. Isen's viewpoints, philosophies and actions do not reflect me, the mun, and are not condoned. Feel free to message me with questions and concerns, and please read the Carrd information linked below.

About the mun: Lily, 27 ♑︎ / ♒︎ (cusp), she/her, white.

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[hunting-songs]

What Pokémon Type would you specialise in? Your Result: Poison Type You'd be an expert on Poison Types! While they've certainly struggled in the past with power and type coverage, good strategy and proper utilisation can truly make you a force to be reckoned with. You're creative, patient, and a great problem solver. You're also a natural opportunist; whether you're toxic-stalling your opponents with your bulky Weezing, or one-shotting them with a sludge bomb from your speedy Gengar, you know just what to do in a situation to turn the tides in your favour!

V: Chatot Sings [Pokemon Verse] Originally a hobby- musician and fulltime archaeologist from Paldea, focused on the discovery of Musicinstruments and the textualisation of songs from all over the world, Senritsus life changed after her best friend (and colleague) played a Musicpiece he had found on the dig side they were working at at that time. Her friend and colleague gone and her changed into a unrecognizable state, Senritsu now seeks out old ruins and Dig-Sides all over the world to find other parts of the Musicpiece to make sure what happened to her would not happen to anyone else. Her team consists of: Seismitoad (her starter), Toxtricity , Toxicroak, Lotad, Politoed and her best friends Chatot who keeps on copying Senritsus passed friends (his former trainers) voice to make sure noone forgets how he sounded.

Tagged By: A little Wildbirdie ! Tagging: @kiigan @saiakv @kylo-wrecked @bewitchingbaker @skarletchains @muddsludge @zaeltry @distortedkilling @lightfaithed @soulfulempathy ...and YOU!