When you live
in a world full of superheroes, there are worst things than meta human
villains, invading aliens, and psychotic clowns. One of them is having a
it’s better because your other half is easier to find, but they’re not the one
who has a hero or a villain for a soulmate. You do.
Superman ✧ Physical Empathy Link ✧1✧2✧3✧4✧5✧ Flash ✧ Tracker ✧1✧2✧3✧ Red Hood ✧ Timer✧1✧2✧ Batman
Physical empathy link You don’t feel their pain but your body wears your soulmate’s wounds and scars. You heal when your soulmate heals, but your soulmate heals only if you heal.
Emotional empathy link
You feel what they feel.
There’s a countdown for when you’ll meet your soulmate.
Tracker There’s a measurement for how far/close your soulmate is.
Mortality Link When you’re 18 you only continue to age once you meet your soulmate. Some heroes and villains take advantage of this opportunity for immortality.
You and your soulmate share the same dreams lucidly.
Conscious link You and your soulmate have an involuntary telepathic connection.
Double vision Your right eye sees what your soulmate sees. In this special case eye-patches are worn to prevent double vision. Some people cover their left eye and watch the world through their soulmate’s eyes.
Identical birthmark You have the same birthmark.
Memory link Your past memories change to include your soul mate in your happiest moments, as if they’ve always been there, up until the moment you finally meet your soulmate.
Other Half A small memento broken in half is found in the blanket you’re wrapped in as a newborn child, and the other half belongs to your soulmate. Losing this memento will rid your chances of finding your soulmate. There have been rumors that criminals steal mementos and sell them in the black market, altering fate.
How would the band react to you seeing pictures of them when they were little?? :)
2D: 2D hates flipping through his old family photos because he used to look like a tool, but he finds yours to be incredibly cute and refuses to let you hide the embarrassing ones from him. He snags a cute one of you when you were little and tucks it away for him to always have, just in case.
Murdoc Niccals: Doesn’t know what it’s like to have fond childhood memories, but he can appreciate the fact you’re sharing some of your past with him. He looks through some of them and remembers about events that happened to him when he was that age (the look of concern on his face tells him it probably wasn’t normal).
Noodle: Noodle’s childhood is a bit of a sore spot and she feels jealous looking at your old photos because it reminds her that she didn’t really have a good one. She avoids talking about hers when she can but likes to breach the topics of what you used to do with your family, hobbies you had, etc.
Russel Hobbs: Russel enjoys you sharing your old memories and baby pictures with him, having a few he had taken from New York as a memento to show you. Some of the older ones show his friends who had died before he moved, but he quietly explains who they were and some memories they had had together.
roses, leafy, fresh-cut bright citrus, tangy, sharp bitter flowers, petals crisp and white bottled with the lingering note of smoke and ash. one more hour of salvaged sleep.
a year lived in bus rides
and long trips to and from the airport chinese characters, scrawled onto makeshift notecards pencil shavings, smudged ink, a failed watercolor painting. two pairs of headphones and a shattered phone screen a corner of the top floor of the university library.
a moment in which you realized one story was ending
and the sleepless nights that followed, all spent
searching for the start of a new one.
a chopin prelude. the 16th one, the one they named after hades. slightly burnt tea, spilled onto this week’s readings. inputs. conversions. outputs. chipped red nail polish, a broken hair tie, and that loneliness.
twelve stops north. a separate universe, but not quite. beneath the silhouette of stadiums and skyscrapers, rusting shopping carts wheeled into dwindling shadows their owners seeking shelter from september sunlight.
a life set in sharp relief, flanked by uncertainty and the need to just do something, burning a hole straight through you.
heat and apathy and whatever lies between red, white, blue. shell-shocked silence three midterm papers, fifty thinkpieces about miscalculations and long calls home. helplessness, recast into defiance.
a year lived in alternating reels: slow-motion. fast-forward. stark reminders that change is imminent and the changes that swiftly followed. a reminder that someday, all of this ends.
I am in loveee with the new releases from Fakeicon and Boys to the Bone! Inspiration sparks every time I collide both of their creations in one post. I also love this new not-an-arm that I have and think I’ll be setting an odd trend wearing it for a lot of posts xD. Thanks for visiting, and hope you like! ♥
[discussion of persona 5 endgame info here but no really explicit ‘spoilers’ persay]
magatsu-inaba was the very first “palace” of the cognitive world
adachi’s desires and mentality were so distorted that vestiges of magatsu-inaba still existed after izanami-no-okami and her domain were destroyed by yu + the investigation team
yaldabaoth was a much lesser god that was in the vacuum that the destruction of izanami’s domain left behind
after seeing how adachi’s perception so radically changed that landscape, yaldabaoth took what was left and used it to form the basis of mementos and the cognitive world
since adachi went to prison, magatsu-inaba had changed to reflect that. yaldabaoth used that prison as something to feed into the public’s fears and anxieties, and those fears and anxieties in turn fed mementos and yaldabaoth. other peoples’ distorted desires also formed new areas of mementos, creating palaces and further empowering yaldabaoth and his influence over public opinion
tl;dr: adachi’s putrid perception of inaba was so pervasive that yaldabaoth used it to form mementos + the cognitive world
my entire argument is based on the fact that the pattern in the sky of magatsu-inaba is the same as the pattern the phantom thieves see when crossing into the cognitive world, and that magatsu-inaba worked much more like a palace than it did any of the other channels formed by their inhabitants
but thats just a theory a GAAAAAAAAME THEEEOOORRYYY
So I have this fake book where I keep all my pics and autographs from the ouat events I attend. (It’s getting quite full!) today, I put a new sort of memento in it. My first film festival flick ticket. sun dogs had a great time, and made some great memories. Even if I was doped up on tylenol. #lafilmfestival
Headcanon: Pickles’ silent bell is like the one from the Polar Express. If you believe, the bell will ring. Pickles believes in Santa Claws, and their jolly friend Tubbs dresses up as Santa and visits on the night of Christmas Eve to eat all the (cat-safe) Cookie Bitz and leave new mementos for all of the cats.