two souls one body

Religious and philosophical views of Albert Einstein

Albert Einstein’s religious views have been widely studied and often misunderstood. Einstein stated that he believed in the pantheistic God of Baruch Spinoza. He did not believe in a personal God who concerns himself with fates and actions of human beings, a view which he described as naïve. He clarified however that, “I am not an atheist”, preferring to call himself an agnostic,  or a “religious nonbeliever." When asked if he believed in an afterlife, Einstein replied, "No. And one life is enough for me.”

Einstein responded to a question about whether or not he defined himself as a pantheist. He explained:

Your question is the most difficult in the world. It is not a question I can answer simply with yes or no. I’m not an atheist, and I don’t think I can call myself a pantheist. We are in the position of a little child entering a huge library filled with books in many languages. The child knows someone must have written those books. It does not know how. It does not understand the languages in which they are written. The child dimly suspects a mysterious order in the arrangement of the books but doesn’t know what it is. That, it seems to me, is the attitude of even the most intelligent human being toward God. We see the universe marvelously arranged and obeying certain laws but only dimly understand these laws. Our limited minds grasp the mysterious force that moves the constellations. I am fascinated by Spinoza’s pantheism, but admire even more his contribution to modern thought because he is the first philosopher to deal with the soul and body as one, and not two separate things

He also stated

I believe in Spinoza’s God, who reveals himself in the harmony of all that exists, not in a God who concerns himself with the fate and the doings of mankind.

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The Signs as Aristotle Quotes:

Because, I’m incredibly bored and he’s one of my favourite philosophers!

Aries: “You will never do anything in the world without courage. It is the greatest quality of the mind next to honour.”

Taurus: “We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit.” 

Gemini: “All men by nature desire knowledge.”

Cancer: What is a friend? A single soul dwelling in two bodies.”

Leo: “There is only one way to avoid criticism: Do nothing, say nothing and be nothing.”

Virgo:  “It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it.”

Libra: “At his best, man is is the noblest of all animals; separated from law and justice, he is the worst.”

Scorpio: “I count him braver who overcomes his desires than him who conquers his enemies; for the hardest victory is over self.”

Sagittarius: The roots of education are bitter, but the fruit is sweet.”

Capricorn: “The ideal man bears the accidents of life with dignity and grace, making the best of circumstances.”

Aquarius: “No excellent soul is exempt from a mixture of madness.”

Pisces: “The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but the inner significance.”

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Daniel James Howell • June 11, 1991 • Gemini 

Gemini has two souls in one body. The ablaze and the obscure. 

When chaos is expected, yet solace is found. 

You see, just like solar eclipse, 

Gemini commence darkness on their world, only to ignite it again.

{zodiac signs}

Orisha Rulers of the Zodiac

An Orisha is a spirit that reflects one of the manifestations of God. Being four hundred and one of them in total, each playing a role within the Yoruba pantheon, twelve of them can be equated to the twelve signs of the Zodiac along with their respective houses. The following is a brief summary of each Zodiac House along with the Orisha that is associated with it.


The first house of the Zodiac is the home of the Ascendant, and symbolises the acting self and how your personality appears to others. The ruling planet of this house is Mars, which is also the Roman God of war, making Ogun the warrior god the Orisha equivalent. Like Aries, Ogun possesses assertive and aggressive characteristics, and is the patron deity of soldiers, police officers, surgeons, railroad workers, welders, body builders, or anyone employed to work with iron and steel. Like the blacksmith who molds his creations to perfection, the first house deals with molding the inner and outward Self and realizing your highest potential.

Taurus is the ruling sign of the second house, which is said to be the house of possessions. This should not only be understood as material possessions but also as traits and characteristics that we value about ourselves. The ruling planet Venus is also the Roman goddess of love, whose Orisha equivalent is Oshun. Oshun is the goddess of fresh water (as opposed to the salty, ocean waters of the goddess Yemoja), sensuality, prosperity, love, and fertility. Oshun is presented as a beautiful young woman who is widely loved for providing protection and needs for the poor and healing the sick.

The third house is ruled by the cosmic twins Ibeji, the Orisha equivalent of Gemini. This house deals with communication and the way you think and operate mentally. An emphasis is put on siblings within this house which is properly represented by the twins, along with short journeys and writings. Ibeji also represents duality and balance; the yin and the yang found within all life. Though presented as twins, Ibeji is actually one Orisha. To the Yoruba people, twins are considered sacred and are said to be one soul inhabiting two bodies, linked together by destiny for life.

The fourth house of the Zodiac is ruled by Cancer and deals with issues surrounding the home life. Cancer is known for being maternal, protective, nurturing, and instinctive, qualities shared by the Orisha Yemoja, the goddess of the ocean and mother of all the Orisha. She is the patron spirit of women, especially pregnant women, whose name is a contraction of the Yoruba words “Yeye omo eja” which means “Mother whose children are like fish”, representing the vastness of her motherhood. Her ebb and flow of the tides of the ocean are a result of the moon which is the ruling “planet” of the fourth house.

The fifth house of the Zodiac is the house of creativity and pleasure, ruled by the sign Leo. This house deals with gaining pleasure through acts of creation, artistically and even procreation i.e. the creation of offspring. The Sun, the ruling “planet” of the fifth house, is a symbol of creative energy, illumination, and knowledge, all of which the Orisha of wisdom, knowledge, and divination Orunmila reflects. It is Orunmila’s duty to record the destiny of individuals at the moment the breath of life is given to them by Yoruba creator Olodumare, who creates because it brings Them pleasure to do so.


The Orisha Eshu is the ruler of the sixth house, the equivalent to the sign Virgo. Health, work, and service are central to the sixth house, which is ruled by the planet Mercury, the messenger of the gods within the Roman pantheon. Eshu is the Orisha that stands at the crossroads between the physical world and the spirit world, whose duty is to be the intermediary between man and the Orisha. Therefore, when one wishes to call upon the Orisha, he or she first gets permission from Eshu. This is symbolic of clearing and preparing the mind to receive whatever message the Orisha have for you.

Oba is the Orisha of marriage and personal transformation, making her fit to be the ruler of the seventh house, the house of partnership. Oba was the first wife of Shango who tended to his castle and everything that he requested, making her the ideal wife before being tricked by her sister Oya into trying to ensnare Shango with witchcraft. After this betrayal she fled to the cemetery in which she went through a transformational journey into her true power. This house is about expediating our life’s purpose through partnerships, whether that partnership be marriage, business relations, contracts, and/or treaties. Through these partnerships we learn a great deal about ourselves, transforming and enhancing our lives, making them fuller and bringing us balance on the scales of Libra.

Oya, the goddess of winds and storms, is the equivalent to Scorpio and is the ruler of the eighth house which is the house of transformation, regeneration, death, sex, and rebirth. She is the powerful force in nature that can change the face of the Earth, embodying the tornadoes and twisters that uproot trees and houses with her destructive winds. This powerful Orisha is also responsible for carrying the spirits of the newly departed to the spirit world.

The ninth house is the house of philosophy and is ruled by the philosopher Sagittarius and the planet Jupiter, the king of the gods within the Roman pantheon. Obatala, the father of all the Orisha, would therefore be the Orisha ruler of this house. Obatala is said to be the Orisha of purity and was sent by the Supreme Being Olodumare at the beginning of time to form the Earth along with construct the bodies of humans. Obatala completed his construction of the bodies he created by adding heads to them, therefore becoming known as the owner of heads. The head is symbolic of intelligence, higher education, and deeper understanding, all which the ninth house represents.

The tenth house is the house of public life and social status, being ruled by Capricorn and the planet Saturn. The aspects within this house deal with how you manifest your individual role within society and your work place, along with the energies and challenges you’ll face meeting your career goals. The Yoruba associate the planet Saturn with Babalú-Ayé, the Orisha of disease and healing. Also known as the “Wrath of the supreme god”, Babalú-Ayé’s job is to punish individuals for their transgressions, but also to heal epidemics like small pox.


The house of friends and membership, the eleventh house of the Zodiac is ruled by the planet Uranus and the sign Aquarius. Aquarius is associated with rapid social change, upheaval, and rebellion, traits that all reflect Shango, the warrior Orisha of thunder, lightning, and fire. Once a living king on Earth, Shango is known for working miracles after his death, elevating him to the status of Orisha. Shango is also the brother of Babalú-Ayé, the Orisha ruler of the tenth house. The work in society represented within the tenth house is expressed through the individual in the activities associated with the eleventh house, the planets and energies indicating how group associations and friendships will operate in your life.


The twelfth house of the Zodiac is ruled by Pisces whose Orisha equivalent is Olokun, the god of the ocean floor. This house is associated with self undoing and confinement, which is reflected in Olokun being chained to the ocean floor by seven chains. As this house deals with the unconscious and things beyond the physical plane, Olokun’s aspects are expressed within the astral, the subconscious, and altered states of consciousness that is experienced during meditation, initiation, and spirit possession. Deep and mysterious is this house of the Zodiac, just like the bottom of the ocean; an old Yoruba proverb says that nobody knows what lies on the ocean floor. Olokun is said to be the owner of the Mysteries, and sparks within our being the genius that activates our super subconscious.

Peace, Love, & Balance

if oikawa is loosely based off of alexander the great (his nickname, the grand king and his and iwaizumi’s birthdays being on the birth and death of alexander the great respectively), iwaizumi could possibly be loosely based off of hephaestion (alexander the great’s closest/childhood friend, general and bodyguard and sometimes theorized as his lover

Greatest Gay Lovers: Alexander the Great x Hephaestion

Alexander III of Macedon son of King Philip II, would grow up to be the worlds greatest military commander.

By the age of age of 18, he brought down the greatest empire the world has ever seen. Conquered most of the known world by the age of 33. While never losing a battle.

As a child Alexander had a passion for philosophy. He attended lectures at Mieza, tutor by Aristotle. While there he would meet Hephaestion. Who would later become the 2nd most powerful man in Alexander’s empire. As well as Alexander’s life long lover and confidant.

Their tutor Aristotle described the friendship as “one soul abiding in two bodies”.

Alexander would describe his relationship with Hephaestion, to that of Achilles and Patroclus. Who are said to be lovers by Plato and Aeschylus.

Robin Lane Fox, wrote: “Already the two were intimate, Patroclus and Achilles even to those around them; the comparison would remain to the end of their days and is proof of their life as lovers…”

In 324 BC, Hephaestion contracted typhoid. Hearing the news Alexander rushed to be at his side but by the time he arrived, Hephaestion passed away.

Plutarch says ”…Alexander’s grief was uncontrollable, he flung himself on the body of his friend and lay there nearly all day long in tears, and refused to be parted from him until he was dragged away by force by his companions.“

Arrian states ”…for two whole days after Hephaestion’s death Alexander tasted no food and paid no attention in any way to bodily needs, but lay on his bed now crying lamentably, now in the silence of grief.“

Alexander cut his hair short in mourning, this last a poignant reminder of Achilles’ last gift to Patroclus on his funeral pyre: Arrian states ”… he laid the lock of hair in the hands of his beloved companion, and the whole company was moved to tears.“

Long after Alexander own death one philosopher wrote, Alexander was only defeated once and that was by Hephaestion’s thighs.

  • Road, in front of a broken coffee maker: Who broke it?
  • All the Noahs:
  • Road: I'm not mad, I just wanna know.
  • Feedler: ... I did. I broke it —
  • Road: No, no you didn’t. Wisely?
  • Wisely: Don't look at me... look at the carbon copy.
  • Tyki: What? I didn't break it.
  • Wisely: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken
  • Tyki: Because it's sitting right in front of us... and it's BROKEN.
  • Wisely: Suspicious.
  • Tyki: No, it's not!
  • Lulubell: If it matters, probably not, but Jasdevi were the last to use it...
  • Jasdevi: Liar! We don't even drink that crap!
  • Lulubell: Oh, really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
  • Jasdevi: We use the wooden stirrers to push back our cuticles! Everyone knows that, Lulubell.
  • Mightra: Guys, no, let's not fight. I broke it, Road, let me pay for it.
  • Road: NO. Who broke it?
  • Tyki: ... Road? Tryde's been awfully quiet —
  • Tryde: Really.
  • Tyki: Yeah, REALLY.
  • Mightra: OH MY GOD —
  • *Later, as everyone's fighting*
  • Road: I broke it. It burned my hand, so I shot it with my candle.
  • Road: : I predict in ten minutes they'll be at each other's throats with war paint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.
  • Road: ... Good. It was getting a little chummy around here
Anti theory time

This post is going to be a longer one but with different sections to break it up a bit, per loose theory bits and I’ll try and keep it organized. Includes images woo! Gifs and images are compiled by me (first tries at video gifs yay). But without further ado!

1. At PAX Anti sported two, very deliberately, neck stab wounds. Maybe from one jab, maybe two. (That they are stab wounds is sortof confirmed by a post from @wubkins that Jack liked). And the placement is rather suspicious, its right where the vocal cords are.

Why the vocal cords? Most likely to shut Jack up and to not get interrupted during his little message to us (but Jack did try though with a very broken ‘Help me’). And Anti probably doesn’t need vocal cords anyway since he is most likely some kind of spirit/ghost/entity capable of 'out of body’ speech.

2. What kind of being could he be? The Tulpa has been going around as a theory and Jack himself has said that it’s fairly accurate (answered in an ask). A section of the Wikipedia page about it gives this bit:

'Playing the part of a real being’ is the part that creeps me out the most. Anti pretending to be Jack, slowly taking over the channel. People find it difficult to distinguish between them.

But despite Anti being the chameleon that he is, he is not flawless in his doings. He gets impatient very quickly, is often very rude and more aggressive than Jack. Absolutely loves violence. Going as far as wanting to chop off fingers for fun (EVERYTHING IS AGONY | Clone Drone #5).

Full Wikipedia Tulpa link here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tulpa It’s quite the interesting read. Heck, I could fill another whole paragraph about this stuff haha.

But where did Anti come from? Another part of the Wikipedia page says that Tulpa’s are generated by a powerful concentration of thought. Who’s thoughts in the case of Anti? The community? It might have started when the community started drawing/imagining/writing about a counterpart to Jack, his anti version. That was most likely the start of the inevitable snowball that accelerated during the October of 2016 and on Halloween itself Anti 'solidified’, was powerful enough, thanks to the attention the community gave him, to take over. “You could have stopped me, but you just watched, as this happened”.

He then proceeds to brag about Jack being gone forever but that might not be the case. Anti has taken over Jacks body but Jack is still around, in the background, crying out for help. Or in the case of the intro of EVERYTHING IS AGONY | Clone Drone #5, shouting stuff to Anti about what not to do. Two 'souls’ in one body kind of thing.

3. Glitchverse and dimension breaking. What exactly are the glitches that Anti is doing? Just video glitches or something more.

Anti does like his 'green’ dimension a lot, as well as fades/cuts to black. During these bits the viewer can’t see what is happening. During these blackouts the switch between Jack and Anti seems to happen a lot. Also during the blackout of the Detention episode the character went through a door with doors usually being the symbol for gateways. Might be a far stretch with the blackouts but it has happened quite a few times. Down below are gifs of the several blackouts, in chronological order of appearance.

4. Anti’s message at PAX. Ohboy. This was just brilliant. I attended the livestream and when Jack mentioned the participation thing, I too grabbed my phone to start recording but then Anti said hi. After finishing recording and getting hyped from that and watching the panel itself I did not think much of it at first. But the day after I realized something, why did Anti wanted that we record him…? Now I don’t know if there are any Whovians around but my mind immediately strayed to the Doctor Who episodes of the The Time of Angels, where a recording of a Weeping Angel came to life. Quoting the Doctor: 'That which holds the image of an angel becomes itself an angel’.

And if that’s the case with Anti, well, he’s probably just be grinning his ass off of the fact that we just multiplied him everywhere. And are we going to delete that footage? Not likely. It was too much hype. But watch your back. '͞I͝'͝m ̛not ̕going ̀a͘nywher̡é,́ I̧'́m̨ a̶l͡wa͏y͜s t͜hére, ͏a͘l̶w͟ays̛ ̧wàt͝c͟h͞i̸ng̀'͘.

5. The glitch video montage.

Gif is at 50% percent of original speed, my brain is molten from seeing it at full speed too many times haha. @amycampbell00 did an amazing job at splicing the segment down, frame by frame, game by game over here.

It’s quite odd to think that Clustertruck, Totally Accurate Battle Simulator and Happy Wheels are in this compilation since it’s before the Halloween event but if Anti has been lurking around for some time then these series are perfect. Why? Clustertruck is a high energy game and Jack has mentioned that he gets all pumped up from it. Anti could sneakishly drain this energy from him, tiny piece by piece since he probably wouldn’t miss it anyway.

Why TABS and Happy Wheels? Well… Death, violence and gore. Again, Anti getting energy from this.

And what if the other games in the montage are the series that Anti has played/is playing. The Japan World Cup is probably one of the distraction ones, just like the Pipe Job one with a sneaky Anti at the end.

The Portal Collab and Don’t Starve ones have gotten me a tiny bit worried about Jacks friends. If they can’t tell the difference then, yikes, doomed.

Also, I’m still trying to figure out the message of the montage. The different audio segments. My feeble guess at what he says?

'Ha, ha, ha. Jack is dead, bitch. Now I’m terrified.’

First part makes kind of sense, second part, not so much. I’ve listened to the segment a heap load of times now but I’m not getting much wiser haha.

And these are my Anti theory bits for now. To anyone reading this, thank you. Also, have a cookie!

Feel free to share your thoughts about things. It’s a lot of fun going through all the theories that people have come up with so far and it gets me all excited. Good for story inspiration stuff too.


-eve

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i love alexander the great’s relationship with his boyfriend Hephasetion who was a general in his army and his personal bodyguard. they told each other their secrets and were present at each others most significant life events…Their mutual teacher, Aristotle, described them as being one soul in two bodies. when the Persian queen mother apologized for mistaking Hephaestion for Alexander because of his taller height, Alexander dismissed her embarrassment by stating “he too is Alexander.” they were childhood friends, remaining close to one another their whole lives until Haphaestion’s sudden death of what is thought to be either typhoid fever or even poisoning in 324 BC. if hephaestion was poisoned for political reasons, perhaps to emotionally disturb Alexander and sully his judgement in government and military affairs, it worked lol….he went nuts. when hephaestion died, Alexander was ravaged with grief… there are multiple accounts of Alexander laying on top of Hephaestion’s corpse for a full day and night in tears, refusing to leave until his companions dragged him away. he didn’t eat for days. he cut his hair short and later laid the shorn locks on Hephaestion’s funeral pyre…romantic rite..he called for the manes and tails of horses to be shorn, banned the playing of music, executed Hephaestion’s doctor for not saving him, and led a campaign against a nearby tribe in order to perform executions as offerings to Hephaestion’s spirit.. he sought out to have Hephaestion be worshipped as a god and was told by an oracle he would be permitted to be revered as a divine hero. he then erected shrines in his honor. 

still don’t think alexander was head over heels for hephaestion? alexander paid a tiny humble sum for Hephaestin’s funeral, around what would be todays equivalent of 1,632,825,000 DOLLARS !!!! i could buy like 19 venti starbucks mocha choca loca ice sugar frappachinos with that god damn .. the funeral had thousands of performers and attendees present, with contests of the arts and athletics held in Hephaestions honor. Alexander even ordered that the sacred fame to be extinguished, an act reserved for the death of the king (so for him to give an honor meant for his own death to someone else is saying something bc he was so full of himself lol)

Alexander died eight months later. at the time of his death, he was still planning monuments for Hephaestion. some believe that hephaestion’s passing led to his disregard of his health, thus causing his mental and physical state to decline and leading to his own death.

whether U consider their relationship to be platonic or otherwise (its otherwise baby), its clear that they had a deep intimate bond that may have verged on codependency and obsession on alexander’s part, who seemed to see Hephaestion as both a precious and vital companion and an extension of himself, an alter ego or something, one person split in two… the idea that Alexander died bc Hephaestion’s death was beyond losing a dear freind and more akin to being without a vital organ is darkly romantic to me

Nothing Left To Say // Spencer Reid

Originally posted by trisgrimes

“Wasn’t it nice while it lasted?“ 

Images flooded into his mind. Memories of everything they’d been through playing like a film reel. 

Waking up to her. Her mouth slightly open, her hair an absolute mess. Stealing glances of her while she read in comfort. His blue sweater that looked better on her. The small stain from her careless eating. The smell of freshly made coffee awaiting him every morning. 

Soft hands. Loving looks. Lips painted a bright red. Eyes filled with amusement. The way she’d pop gum. The way he’d always make fun of her for it. Weekend nights spent at home. Movie marathons. The way she’d beg for her favorite foods and the way he’d so easily cave.

Coming home to find her dead asleep in the middle of the day. Curling up next to her. Reading his books to her while she listened. Having to explain things more than once. Her genuine interest in knowing what he loved. 

“Wasn’t it fun?” 

Salt in the air. The warm sand beneath his feet. The fact he’d finally caved and gone to the beach despite his distaste for it. The fact he was actually having fun. Her laughter as he struggled to chase after her, the shore proving to be a difficult place to run despite his long legs. The sand in their faces when he finally tackled her down. Their laughs. Her smile. 

Her hand leading him. A roller-coaster as high as the sky. His stomach filling with nervous butterflies. Her cheesy reassurances. The dread when they hurled forward at top speed. His relieved laughter when they finally got off. Her arm that kept him upright until he regained his balance. 

Teaching her how to play chess. Her confusion at the game. The way she’d sneak pieces away. Her cheating tactics. His amusement at her determination to win. The way she’d try to seduce him whenever she was losing. The way it almost always worked. 

“It hurt sometimes, didn’t it?" 

Her screams. His anger. Their own disappointment. The way her voice rose that caused his stomach to drop. The way her face fell when he yelled back. The pain she felt when he grabbed her shoulders a little too hard. The punch to his stomach when she would shove him away. The venomous words that were thrown carelessly. The tears. The bloodshot eyes. The feeling of having your heart ripped out and stomped on.

"But I still loved you." 

Her touch. The way her lips pressed gently against his skin. The way her eyes would glaze over underneath him. The heat. The passion. The lust and love swirled together so perfectly that they couldn’t exist without the other. The way his heart beat faster at the sight of her. The way she kissed him, full of fervor after having been apart. The way they felt like they were one. One soul divided into two bodies, destined to find their way to each other. Even if it wasn’t meant to last forever.

"I think it was worth it.” 

It was.

*deep breath* whO’S READY FOR SOME ANGST AND TO GET YOUR HEART B R O K E N

while i’m not fond of this idea, there is a good possibility of julian breaking all the parabatai bonds so hERE GOES (don’t read if you want to keep your heart intact)

warning: heavy angst under the cut

julian will do whatever it takes to be with emma. he makes a deal with the seelie queen. we don’t know what she wants in return. we don’t know what is done to make it so. we dont know what it costs, because now - now, there are bigger problems at hand. all over the globe, parabatai bonds break. two souls, bonded as one, their unique connection, shattered.

when the bond breaks for julian, it hurts, but he embraces it, because now, he can be with emma with no repercussions. (except, there is, there always will be, after what he has done) he’s overjoyed… but emma isn’t. she feels it break, just as he does. she, however, is not happy in the slightest. there is a small, traitorous part of her mind that whispers, you can be with julian now, isn’t that great? but no, she thinks, it’s not great, as she keels over in pain of losing the sense of julianjulianjulian in her. despite their love, they feel their souls cleave in half. when emma finds julian, or when he finds her, she slaps him. she screams at him, how dare you, julian, how dare you, i thought you were better than this, and he wants to say he doesn’t regret it, not when he can now be with her, but seeing her tears stream down her cheeks, seeing how she is more furious than joyful, his resolves falters, just a little.

somewhere else, jace and clary still go about their mission. that’s when jace feels it. it fucking hurts, and it takes him a moment to realise what’s burning. desperately, he finds his parabatai rune, only to see it fade into nothing. no - where’s alec, alec, jace thinks desperately, where is my other half, my brother. and he realises, no, he can’t feel alec, at all. next to him, clary cries out in pain, her own parabatai rune searing. simon, her soul cries, as he’s ripped away from her, simon! the two lovers cling to each other as they feel half of their souls ripping away from them, but even with each other, they can’t ease the pain and loss.

alec lies with magnus at the loft, tired after a day of navigating downworld politics. it’s sweet and domestic and - jace. jace, where are you, what happened. it comes out of nowhere and he clutches at magnus as he tries to find his parabatai rune and - whereisitwhereisitwhereisit. it - it can’t just be gone. it’s just like during the battle where valentine killed jace to raise raziel - except it’s worse. back then, jace had died - he had died and it had hurt like hell, his other half was dead, but nothing compared to this. nothing compared to having part of his soul forcefully ripped away by unnatural forces, to feel a yawning void at the loss of his soul-bonded, his sworn brother.

and magnus - magnus, with all his magic, feels something rip through the fabric of the world, feels something rippling through the nephilim, breaking apart what has always been constant. he reaches further with his magic - he hears hundreds, thousands of shadowhunter souls crying out, mourning the loss of their other half. he feels the rrrrrrrrriiiiip of so many souls, feels the bleeding of the broken halves, and he frantically turns back to alec, whose tears spill down his face, his blue eyes pained and glassy - alec never cries - and he aches, because magnus is old and he knows how parabatai are - he’s seen too many. two halves of one soul, one soul in two bodies, or two souls bound forever - take your pick. and he understands just how painful it would be - what’s a person without half of their soul? so magnus reaches out, trying to comfort his love though he knows it’s futile, and he mourns for all the halved souls, for alec and jace and clary and simon, for jem and will, for fierce little emma and quiet julian.

simon is with isabelle, training, or maybe kissing. and all of a sudden, the constant feeling of clary within him is gone, replaced by a hollow, hollow emptiness. he panicks and grabs aat isabelle, what happened to clary, and there’s nothing within him, no joy or anger or sadness, and he can’t feel her. and isabelle, through whatever connection that binds her to alec and jace as siblings, just understands, and as she holds a broken simon in her arms, she silently weeps for her brothers, for clary, for her love, because they don’t deserve it, after everything they’ve been through. how can they live without one half of their soul?

jem and tessa are taking a break from their quest when tessa, like magnus, feels a resounding rip through the fabric of existence just as jem gasps soundlessly. tessa knows instantly what has happened and barely has time to think, no, not again, when jem sinks to his knees. will, he chokes out, and tessa wants to scream at the heavens, why, why, why jem, why torture him for all the good he has done. and jem, he feels the loss of his beloved parabatai again. even years ago, even as a silent brother, losing will had hurt like no other. now, he experiences the same pain he had felt years ago, only much more pronounced. for even in death, part of the other’s soul stays with you, for not even death can part two halves of the same soul. jem feels what little is left of will - will, will, his will - rip away from him - there’s no more of will’s joy at seeing him and tessa together, no more contentment, only a gaping void where the bond once was.

there’s a pair, two girls, just finishing their parabatai ceremony. under the watchful gaze of a silent brother and iron sister and their smiling witnesses, they embrace, reveling in the feeling of their best friend zinging through them. then, all of a sudden, it’s gone, shattered. the bond - it’s only been there for less than a minute - and it’s gone. the best friends haven’t even had time to enjoy their souls bonded as one. as soon are they’re bound, they’re ripped away from each other, and even though they’ve only just finished the ceremony, it still hurts like no other - to have a taste of something extraordinary, and have it ripped away from you right away.

luke hasn’t cared about his parabatai bond in a long time. it had hurt when valentine betrayed him, hurt when he had turned, hurt even more when valentine died - but it was all muted, because then, valentine hadn’t mattered to him. not anymore. but this - this is one of the only times he feels his parabatai bond even as a werewolf, and he howls and his soul breaks. the bond - it might as well be broken in the first place, but it only makes it hurt more. his pack surrounds him, but he can’t bring himself to care as he mourns the loss of his former brother - for the valentine who had once loved him. (and valentine, burning in the fires of hell, feels the pain, far beyond any of the realm’s tortures, and regrets not cherishing this bond he had with lucian.)

so many shadowhunters had died in the war. so many of them had parabatai. now, those who had lost their parabatai feel the pain of losing their soul twice. the first time, taken away by the horrible fate of death. the second time, ripped away by the breaking of the bond, the horrifying loss of what little is left, replaced by a black hole that consumes them. it’s - it’s unbearable. that kind of pain - it’s enough to make some of them turn their heavenly blades on themselves, their broken souls joining their soul-bonded in heaven. those who do not - they break, shattering into pieces that can’t ever be put together again. 

because - they’re not like jace and alec, or clary and simon, who still have each other after this. their parabatai is gone, gone, and there’s no one, no one who’s enough, who can bring them back from the pain. and where clary portals herself and jace, and magnus portals alec to the institute, where isabelle and simon are waiting, and jace and alec cling to each other furiously, while clary and simon embrace like they’re the only things keeping the other upright (and no, it’s not fine, and they don’t think it ever will be); where julian and emma still have each other despite emma’s anger… there’s no one to comfort jem, or others like him. tessa can’t ease his pain - can’t, because only will can, and she hurts for jem and will both, to see the boys she loves ripped away from each other so fiercely. for those whose parabatai have already died, an unending, gaping abyss fills their entire being. they have family and loved ones - but no, they can’t suffice, for nothing compares to the bond that is parabatai, and there’s nothing that can bring them back from the edge of the abyss.

perhaps, after death, some shadowhunters choose to be reincarnated. a mundane woman walks along the street, unaware, when a sudden pain strikes her, and it’s horrible, and she doesn’t know what’s happening, only that she feels like she’s lost something so very important. on the other side of the world, another mundane man doubles over to the shock of his colleagues, as the bond that connects the two breaks. and - they don’t know what happened, because how can they know that they were shadowhunters in a previous life, and they had just lost the other half of their soul? so these people live out the rest of their life with an uncurable emptiness living in their soul, with no idea that their other half had been taken away from them.

there are still shadowhunters in heaven, half of a parabatai bond, waiting for their loved ones to join them. but - but even in heaven, in this sacred, holy place, they still feel it. even heaven cannot block the connection of souls. and so the dead shadowhunters who have parabatai still on earth, or with them in heaven, feel the pain nonetheless. will, whose parabatai bond is much stronger than most others, feels the pain significantly. he’d been watching jem and tessa with a sense of contentment and then - even in death he feels it. no, no, james, please don’t leave me. he feels himself collapse, and he watches as jem falls to his knees, and he cries, because he’s up here and he can’t help jem. his parabatai is down there, hurting and helpless, and will can do nothing but watch. will has never felt so helpless, so pathetic, in his life. i’m so sorry jem, he cries, i’m so, so sorry.

max cries, for his brothers and their friends - he hates to see alec and jace in pain, and jace’s pretty girlfriend clary isn’t as pretty anymore as she sobs into her nerdy friend simon. livvy yells at julian, nonono no, julian, don’t you dare, but is useless, sliding to her knees to watch the consequences of her big brother’s actions. robert and michael, matthew and james, they clutch at each other as they feel the other leaving them - leaving them, even though they’re right next to each other. they’re together, with each other - but they’re not. the angels - who are almighty and cold and indifferent, and have no care for the shadowhunters - feel disaster looming, they see julian threatening the natural order of the world, and they do nothing to stop it - what is this little event to them? they feel millions of souls cleave in half, and they think, oh, this will pass.

the entire world hurts. souls broken and ripped apart. the seelie queen laughs in amusement as she watches the world fall to pieces in her scrying glass. and even when emma, headstrong and stubborn, bulldozes her way to faerie and confronts her, the queen only lets out a tinkling laugh. oh, darling, she says, you should have warned your pet of the consequences his actions would bring. now - now, this, she gestures to where emma’s parabatai rune had been, is irreversible. parabatai will cease to exist.

you should have known.

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oh god why did i write this i’m sorry i spent like 2 hours typing this and now my heart hurts I’M SORRY DON’T KILL ME. i reread it and i legit cried.

@catarinalosss i was the evil anon i’m sorry, and you said (yes) to the essay and i was craving some angst so i delivered i’M SORRY


EDIIT/BONUS: (thanks @the-dark-instruments for prompting this!!) 

in this world, there are people who aren’t parabatai, who aren’t bonded in such a way, and yet, their souls are still entwined. this occurs in the mundane world as well as the shadow world - and the breaking of parabatai bonds affects them as well. 

an example of that would be ty and livvy blackthorn - twins, siblings, not yet parabatai, but with a connection that’s just as deep. they know each other in their bones, know their thoughts and actions, just as parabatai do. even in death, livvy feels ty hurting, and ty feels livvy’s concern, for they are twins, soulmates in every way. and so, julian’s actions affect them too. ty is reading, his head on kit’s lap. he’s still not over livvy’s death, but he thinks he will be. and kit will help him every step of the way. but then - hot, blinding pain. it’s a different pain from what parabatai experience - ty has no rune, but he and livvy share blood and bones, and he feels the pain in all of him, in his body and mind and heart and soul. livvy, he cries out, and then she’s ripped away from him, that slight connection reduced to nothing. it’s this moment that ty breaks - his twin, his twin, his twin - and curls into a ball. he feels kit cradle his head, murmuring soft reassurances, but it doesn’t ease the pain, because livvy was the only one who could do that. would always be the only one who could. no, livvy - 

and livvy, watching jules destroy the world, breaks just as ty does, her body mind heart soul crying out for her twin. she reaches down, down, down, she needs to touch ty, to reassure him as she always does - and she can’t leave. she can only watch and ty breaks in kit’s arms, and she can’t help him, and there’s no one to console her, no one who can. she watches through her tears as her twin, her soul, bound by blood and loyalty and so much more… and she watches as ty becomes so much more broken. ty, ty, ty… 

julian didn’t just destroy parabatai bonds. he destroyed all that links different souls together. 

he destroyed the world.

and the queen laughs, again and again, horrible and twisted, taking pleasure from the pain. hse tuts.

oh, dear julian, you should have known.

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s orry omg @cassandraclare if you do something like this i will cry

Spirit Reign: “The Messenger”

Two souls reside within one body, and only through a special skull necklace known as “The Soul-shifter” can alter both spirits to avoid confusion.

The Protagonist of this Story. Twin Brothers who reside in one body.

*Shin Igami -  The soul with a twisted mind and the sinister grin.

*Hiro Sanse - The soul of pure heart and unimaginable innocence O_o…..

(Feel Free to ask them questions! =w= )

the lucky ones | rating: T | 10,382 words

“On average, most people consider themselves lucky to have one or two soul marks on their body. Usually one for their romantic soul mate, one for friendship or family. Sometimes, people found themselves with one for an enemy or, even, a pet. None were guaranteed. To have any was lucky.

Clarke Griffin had four.”

OR

Clarke finds out Bellamy has a matching soul mark to her own and she assumes they’re enemies. 

a/n: this is for @empireofpainandfeels who won third place in my fanfic giveaway! this was actually supposed to be 1/3rd of the length but this idea got away from me… oops? HUGE THANKS to @fen-ha-fuck-you who, as always, is a godsend who saved my life by beta-ing this. 

I love that in the Shadowhunters universe you CHOOSE your soulmate, it’s you who says, I want to bind myself to this person for eternity, in this life & beyond.

But at the same time, I believe that there are people who are actually destined to become one. I mean, look at the two parabatai pairs we have on the show: Jace and Alec vs. Valentine and Luke. They couldn’t be more different. My headcanon is that it’s because Dom’s theory - the ancient Greek legend of soulmates (x) - applies here. 

I think that those who seek a parabatai truly are missing the other half of their soul, the part that the ancient gods tore away, but some of them never find it, not even in their parabatai. Basically? They choose the WRONG person. They might THINK that they found their missing half, but it’s not so. And those are the parabatai pairs whose bond goes wrong, becomes twisted, like Valentine and Luke’s. And it’s a terrible tragedy indeed. 

And then there are those lucky few who actually do find their missing piece in another, like Jace and Alec. And their bond is a thing to behold, something truly glorious. It’s like finally coming home after a long journey. But at the same time, it makes them twice as vulnerable because they ARE one soul in two bodies…

Gosh, this is such a fascinating concept. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of it!

Originally posted by stydiaislove