#magical bond: soul bond

[lucksea]

havent decided how i want the introduction to go yet but i imagine it would roughly be one of these two

#null havoc damage #cult of the lamb #i just havent decided what baal and ayms relation to narinder is. i like both main ideas for them #like its very fun and sweet to imagine that he sees them as his sons. but it makes more sense to me that he was more distant #i just dont see narinder as a father. i think he would take care of them but i dont think he would be affectionate at all #like genuinely. 'guardian' is the best term you could give him. they are his apprentices #he taught them magic and combat and they probably guided souls in his stead. but they arent family. to me #i think its possible in this au that once they all got free THEN they started bonding more #like baal and aym would have spent a long time with their mother but given their immortality from having some of the crowns powers #they would eventually return out of a sense of duty that they were raised with. which would lead to more genuine interaction #i think narinder could have a habit of taking in strays but i dont think he would be their dad. just someone to feed and protect them #until theyre old enough to leave. yknow #but i LIKE the idea of him being nice. because i am a sap. i think its sweet when people draw them getting along

[hearth-and-veil]

The victim-blamey direction new age spirituality has taken is a narcissist's wet dream. It's also bullshit.

NO: you are not disabled because you need to learn a karmic lesson.

NO: you did not choose to be born into an abusive family before incarnating.

NO: your trauma bonds are not soul bonds.

NO: you did not enter a "soul contract" with your abuser.

NO: you do not deserve to live in poverty because of a "past life."

NO: you do not go into "karmic debt" for standing up for yourself.

NO: the people pushing these narratives are not more spiritual than you; they don't "vibrate" at a "higher frequency" than you.

NO: your "past life" is not justification for people treating you like shit and hurting you in this one.

There is a reason people are pushing this narrative. There is a reason they so badly want you to believe the bad shit happening to you is something you chose and you deserve. It is text book victim blaming. If they can get you to blame yourself, for something you had absolutely no way to control, then they can get you to knuckle under and accept anything they do to you.

Don't knuckle under. Don't let people treat you like shit and say you asked for it before you were born. Don't let people convince you that things like poverty, mental illness, physical disability, and abuse are something you earned and that they won't stop until you learned your lesson, so just surrender.

"You can't control it, so just surrender," is the most pathetic bullshit I have ever heard.

#witchblr #witchcraft #witch #magic #witchy #witches of tumblr #spirituality #new age #karmic lesson #soul bond #soul contract

[drawnecromancy]

Mecarevainen, Mecare or Meca for friends. Pronounce the "c" like a "sh" and you're golden.

This bird brought magic to Neseah. There's many ways to channel magic - drawing power from the things around you, from yourself, from a magical creature. These kinds of spells are often done through sheer willpower, and can be highly dangerous.

According to legend, Mecarevainen sought out Ulevan of Neseah, the nation's founder, because she was a powerful mage looking to protect her small territory from their larger neighbors. Linking their very souls together, he gave her the gift of runes - birthing the modern magical system most wizards use to this day.

It is unclear whether or not Mecarevainen is still alive today.

After all, the easiest way to kill a phoenix is for them to be soul-bonded to someone, and have that person die.

#art #digital art #fantasy art #oc art #phoenix #bird #my art #sketches #the fall of neseah #might post the diagram of magic later #since this is lore for a RP with a friend we are shamelessly pulling interesting bits from things we read #i use soul-bonded here you can imagine something a little akin to fourth wing's dragons bonding to people #or the way Saphira is in Eragon's brain i think she does that #basically i'm branching out of the usual words things to pick at other ideas that have been brought to my attention #you can't ride the bird though #he's incredibly large but he's not THAT large. #...at least not when he's with Ulevan #spoiler alert he is very much alive still and he's gotten EVEN MORE HUGE as time went on #pony sized bird

[heuffopla]

Me at 2 am rn trying to figure out how Flapjack could come back :

#So far. Hunter said he wanted to learn Palisman carving #He learns from Eda and her dad. Makes new Flapjack. Magic thing happens cause they're soul bonded. BOOM flapjack is back in New bird body #I know he probably won't come back but GODDD. When you know what it's like to grieve a pet you loved so much it HURTS #like he must feel so empty and lonely and like he's missing a piece of his soul I'm just.. #Or since Hunter is made from Palistrop wood he could give up a part of himself to remake flapjack from his very being??BIRD😭😭 #FDHDJJF😭😭😭AAAAAAAAA #I'm really hoping those theories about them still being able to communicate are true :'( #toh #toh spoilers #hunter toh #flapjack #thanks to them #the owl house spoilers

[bloo-the-dragon]

Has your dragon met other dragons?

They have yes! Their parent is a dragon, and they have met other dragons though usually briefly as there are a very few of them who do live near human and even fae/cryptid communities. Dragons are mostly solitary or live in small groups around mountainous regions.

But since Bloo/Bloodmoon is part fairy (fairy dragon) they are a little more drawn to social spaces/communities but are still pretty avoidant of large ones (like cities or big towns for example)

#questions and answers #littledragonettes #sona #bloo #bloodmoon #their dragon parent had a fairy partner which is why Bloo is part fairy! #dragons reproduce via magic/asexually like most fae beings including mers #but if they are bonded to a partner theres a small chance of traits of that partner to cross over to their offspring #because fae offspring are created from the soul of the parent #so if their soul is bound to anothers theres a chance that theirs will have an influence

[fatestouch]

Are you all okay?

"We're fine... I think. No one's hurt... on our end, anyway."

Good... Mama started getting worried when she couldn't hear His Majesty all of a sudden.

"Mhm, I think they cut off all magical communications. Our scrying crystals aren't working either."

Suspicious...

"Right? Can you See anything?"

There's too many possibilities bouncing around... I'll have to get the others' help for it.

"Nah, it's fine... if His Majesty wanted you to, he would've told me to tell you already."

True. I'm just happy I can still hear you. If we were cut off...

"Hey, I thought I was supposed to be the anxious one. There's nothing that'll ever keep me from you."

Sappy birdie~...

"Your sappy birdie~"

Just stay safe, okay~?

#v; royal au #Death IC;; #Fortune IC;; #magical communication is cut off yes #there's not a lot that can cut a soul-bond though :) #and i love these kids what can i say

[liesonthefloordramatically]

Tiny round-up of TTRPG characters I played this year:

Oleander (she/her), the Wild Spirit in Wickedness

Julia North (she/her), the Secret Girlfriend in Alice Is Missing

Not pictured:

Picker (they/them), a warforged rogue in a D&D one-shot

(obligatory picrew link)

#LARP is just pedagogy for nerds #Queenie actually says something on this blog #Oleander's specialty was beast magic and she was constantly overextending herself #and constantly bickering with the Old Soul #also her bonded beast was a shrike :) normal :) #she wound up falling to being corrupted by the Underworld and uh. caused the apocalypse? oops #sometimes when you make yourself into a weapon and systematically destroy yourself someone else finds you USEFUL #Julia was just in a state of nonstop panic the whole time #was hypersensitive to anything Alice had told others that she hadn't told Julia #blamed herself for everything that was happening even when that made no sense #Picker I rolled up in like five minutes at a wedding???? #a bunch of us in the bridal/groom's party decided to play D&D inexplicably #the plot of the one-shot was that we were all warforged and were tasked by our shared mechanic with rescuing his bride #anyway their main claim to fame was finding a way to completely circumvent a task by using lateral thinking and gymnastics #also being the only one who was mildly effective in the combat puzzle? baffling #also not a proper character but shout out to the violent old man who committed so many atrocities in The Quiet Year #truly a character of all time. Atrocities Georg.

[definitelynotshouting]

gimme rhubarb pls - this is Bird from my main btw hi bestie

HELLO BESTIE GOOD TO SEE YOU :DDD

Rhubarb: a favorite snippet of dialogue

Gods okay i have so many to choose from but i'll admit this exchange between Mumbo and Grian from a silly accidental proposal scarian wip is SO funny to me:

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"So you proposed," Mumbo says flatly.

Grian paces away from him, hands clenched so tight his knuckles glow white in the moonlight. "I didn't-- I didn't mean to, is the thing," he says, waving one manic arm toward nothing in particular, "so I don't know if it counts--"

"But you gave him your feather," Mumbo interrupts again. When Grian turns to look at him, his eyebrows are beetled together in one flat, incredulous line. "That's as good as, right? For avians, at least."

"But I'm not an avian!" Grian yelps, hopping forward with both hands raised. "So does it even count, is the thing--"

"Well did it-- do something? When he took it?"

"I-- yes?" Grian fists both hands in his hair, tugging on the strands. "Sort of? I can-- I can feel him, now, or I-- well I always could, I can feel everyone on Hermitcraft, really, but this is-- it's different. More intense? I'm definitely very aware of him now, Mumbo, oh this is bad..."

"So it's basically marriage." Mumbo's voice sounds faint. "Kind of. Maybe."

"Maybe," Grian echoes, letting his hands fall back down to his sides. "Mumbo, I don't know what to do."

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#scarian #hermitcraft #hermitshipping #goodtimeswithscar #grian #mumbo jumbo #pov u panic and give ur friend ur magical feather and now you guys have like. a soul bond #grian voice ''HAHA OOPS????'' #its so fucking silly i love it #asks #ask game #i have way more dialogue snippets i love so if anyone wants to send this again they totally can #shouting speaks #txt

[yu3s]

** okay now that i'm awake for real what if i put the witch class from www in pokemon..crafting and consequences and community. in pokemon

#yu.txt #holding out my hand come play in these worlds with me!! thinking abt what that could be like what magic would feel like there/how it could #contrast with the legends and lore already in pokemon!! ouagh im thinking and imagining like what about wizards and when would this be and #where's the magic coming from and who has it and what does that change!! would there be milestones and badges for mastery of magic? and #what about pokemon that seem magical already like fairy types? would proximity to any specific types affect the magic a person manifests? #how could the egg soul phenomenon from dungeon meshi best be applied here? what kind of magic is merging souls considered to be? if we thin #about the partnerships between people and pokemon and the bonds they forge what kind is considered the most powerful and how is it viewed #and how is that perception altered when magic is added? can magic affect pokemon or only people? how can i put a timeloop in this story?

[harmonyandco]

A wizard and a witch sharing a dream can form a soul bond if they agree to marry in that dream. It's common knowledge among people raised with magic, but no one told Harry or Hermione this was possible. To be fair, it hadn't happened in three hundred years, but a warning would have been nice.

@johnburtonlee

#johnburtonlee #soul magic #soulbond #bonding #accidental bonding #harry x hermione #harmony #prompt

[go-go-devil]

so tell me about your demon's souls player character (no i haven't started it yet but i want to hear about them all the same!!)

Sure thing!

My Slayer of Demons is an Eastern Woman named Chirin, a lone wanderer without a purpose who willingly ventures into the Fog in hopes of gaining great power. She's a middle-aged woman, I'd say in her mid-to-late 40's, and already has graying hair.

(For the record the game doesn't have any names for regions outside the game. I'm calling her eastern because it just calls skin tones North, South, East, and West)

Unfortunately I've been having issues with actually developing her character like I was able to do with Leiurus. It probably has something to do with the level structure of the game and much shorter story compared to Dark Souls, but at the moment there hasn't been much motivation for me to develop her personality

If anything, I'd actually be saving that for my 2nd playthrough of Demon's Souls!

Next time I wanna recreate Chirin as a temple knight, which off the bat feels more in-line with some of the game's themes compared to a lone wanderer. Having someone who devoted their life to a Forgotten God willingly going into the fog to find answers and quell their doubt in faith, only to discover the truth of their "God" in the most horrific way imaginable... That's some juicy angst right there!

Not to mention it would make her relationship with Patches a bit more interesting ;)

#asks #my ocs #demon's souls #I'm gonna stick w/ magic and dex for my 1st run 'cause that's what I know best #but a miracle and strength build will be interesting new territory for me when I get to that point #also if you're curious Leiurus does exist in the des universe #in there she actually did become a successful sorcerer and rejected Patches when they met up again #so unfortunately the siblings never rekindle their bond T_T

[spnj2fanlw]

Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester Additional Tags: Temporary Character Death, Mentions of Suicide, Mental Health Issues, Trauma, References to Addiction, Canon-Typical Violence, Illnesses, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Sharing a Bed, Platonic Relationships, Platonic Cuddling, Platonic Soulmates, Soulmates Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Forehead Kisses, Magical Tattoos, Magic, Soul Magic, Knitting, Hugs, Cuddling & Snuggling, References to Queer Eye, gencest, 2019 Supernatural Gencest Bang, Mild Language, Case Fic Within A Larger Fic Summary:

Turns out that the Men of Letters had a way to perform magic on the regular without the messiness of witchcraft.

All they need for it is a pair of soulmates, a couple of rings from the bunker, and a willingness to spend time platonically touching. And, well, the Winchesters are already sitting at two out of three…

(In which Sam and Dean cuddle, spend time being emotionally vulnerable, mend relationships, learn just how powerful their souls are, find power in memories, watch way too much Netflix, and become targets of an organized group of monsters set on killing them.)

*** 

This might only be Gen but it's so full of intense emotion in my mind it could totally delve into more at any moment.  This is platonic soulmates used in the best way with a great story, a nice look at some of their history and a beautiful finish. 

#supernatural #sam winchester #dean winchester #platonic soulmates #Jody Mills #Claire #magic #soul magic #Bunker #brother bond

[realitybitesyouknowit]

Emerald Blood

by Kamerreon

If Harry Potter isn't going to be safe with the Light, then he'll just go over to the Dark.

#harry potter #fanfiction #ao3 #tomarry #harrymort #evil dumbledore #pureblood Lily #lily/james/sirius #triad #soul bonds #magical bindings #liquid imperious #Harry is not a potter #Harry is a Black #good dark side #remus/fenrir #hermione/blaise #draco/neville #ritual magic #saving Sirius #Grindlewald is Harry great great grandfather

[knifepatron]

im glad they acknowledged on the show how wildly homoerotic orimar and travises whole shit is right now. have you literally ever fucking seen a series of rituals more intricate

#skyjacks #fellas would you bet your actual body for a special favor from your captain through the magic soul bond that gives you a secret little pocke #t dimension to speak privately in and a direct line to each others emotions that you can suck each others life energy out through

[her-penetrating-soul]

“When your horse follows you without being asked, when he rubs his head on yours, and when you look at him and feel a tingle down your spine…you know you are loved.”

~John Lyons

#her penetrating soul #horse #white horse #majestic beauty #white beauty #unconditional love #unconditional friendship #magical bond #photography #soulful #soulful beauty #soulful love #soulful expressions #soulful sentiments #soulful moments

[marchharesteatable]

everyone is born with a little shimmer over their shoulder. it's their soul. the more in tune with yourself you are, the larger and more solid it becomes. people can spend years meditating and accepting ones self to have a little person sitting on their shoulder whispering in their ear over a shared joke.

a young man is our protagonist. he has short brown curls and bright blue eyes. his friends are all older and like to tease him for his baby face, but it's all in good fun. they are busy skipping school one day, running around and causing mischief to old abandoned farmhouses with twinkles on their shoulders. all farming is automated now and the abandoned and crumbling homes of families long gone are all that's left to mark the humans that once spent their life in service of the dirt. people are now expected to study higher calling since they are are capable of intergalactic travel. the closest one could come to farming now was managing the facilities that mine asteroids. large one-man ships that attach to the asteroids, with hundreds of drones scurrying about to hollow out the precious materials and filter the water.

our young man was a few years off from having to decide what to do with his life but understood that his friends did not have high prospects and felt the need to follow in their footsteps. his father had died in an accident when humanity tried to send a beacon into space. humans only got about 5 min worth of proof there was other life out there before it stopped sending info. the young man felt his father had died for nothing. his mother was the personal assistant to some big wig and made sure he was provided for but never had time to connect with her son. it hurt to spend too much time with her anyways as her soul had taken on more of his father's looks as time went on.

the gang of hulagins after getting bored of helping the houses fall apart hiked to the end of the farmland and caught a bus to the next city over. they met up with the girlfriend of one of the leaders of the pack. she had a tattoo of a rose over her right eye, a stick and poke that was already bleeding together. her soul was certainly person shaped but had yet to come into any defining features. they all wanted to go out and as our protagonist was 16, two years away from legal partying age, they told him he could wait for them at her home or head back to their city.

not wanting to take the trip alone he went back to the girlfriend's home and waited. at least that was the plan. there was a sharp sting on the left side of his neck (it is the highest taboo to touch another soul even as unformed and shimmery as his was) and he felt darkness come for him as someone grabbed him and drug him down an alleyway. he tried to struggle but it was no use.

he woke up in a stasis pod. he was on a ship that much was for sure. thoughts of slave traders entered his head. he thought they were stories of ages past, meant to scare children. he didn't know they were real. the klaxton alarm makes its way through his stasis brain and he realizes why he woke up. they were in danger and he was stuck in this pod. freaking out he tries desperately to find a way to open his pod, there is a lever by his foot he manages to kick and out he tumbles into 0 grav. others are sturing and attempting the same. there is a rush to the escape pods. our protagonist due to his small size (he was assured another growth spurt was on the way at his last physical) is able to get ahead of the crowd and grab one of the few pods remaining. just in time as while he looks into the window and sees himself leaving a freighter a missile from an out-of-sight ship explodes the freighter, and knocks out his propulsion systems.

as he tries to restart the systems he sees the ship move into place. a ship like nothing he's seen before, and it moves to take the few escape pods that we're far enough from the blast to still be able to navigate. our young man assumes this was the crew that kidnapped him. he is left floating and after the new ship leaves he is glad he was deemed as worthy as scrap.

this leaves our young man alone, drifting through space, with only his soul as company. he needn't worry about food or water yet. the escape pods recycled all water waste and sustenance pellets had fed greater a man for months at a time. after several days of tinkering and trying to remember half-taught lessons from his father and school lessons he didn't want to pay attention to, he was able to get the thrusters back online.

only once he was done did he notice his soul had become much more than a shimmer, it was forming into a human shape. you could only just see through it. for he had heard a little whisper in his ear. almost a congrats, I knew you could do it. he felt a warm pride and set coordinate to earth. the warm feeling plummeted as the time to destination appeared, 10 years and 72 days.

with nothing else to do, he sat and contemplated his life. and as he did so his soul grew. it grew when he realized his mother was dealing with her grief by overworking and came to accept she never meant to abandon him but it was an effect of a single parent trying to maintain a two-income household style of living. he would have rather she been around more but he understood her reasoning.

his soul grew when he realized his friends had accepted this little kid into their group and did their best to keep him out of their more questionable activities but still made him feel included.

his soul grew silently till it was a fully formed person. a girl with thick ginger waves, a strong hooked nose, and a laugh that sparkled in his ear.

they talk about memories past and she reminds him of details half-forgotten. this comes in handy when various repairs need happening and he curses himself for not being more interested in his studies. his soul comforts him and reminds him he avoided it because he was still processing his father's death and it was okay because she remembered parts of the lessons. they talk of what he had hoped his future would bring when he was on earth and they talked about what they hoped would await them when they got back. they would get back after all. they made up stories and songs together.

it was only once the pod was getting cramped did he note that she was bigger than the standard shoulder size. he did what he could to move the side consoles to the front of the pod so they could sit side by side. it had been close to a year with only the two of them and she was nearly as big and vibrant as a grown human.

close to 6 months later the coms static to life. he has been detected by a miner. they were going to be rescued! when the docking clamps attached he let out a sob he didn't know he was holding back and his soul patted his back reassuringly. "I knew we could do it. I never stopped believing in you."

wide eyes met his as the two stepped onto the airlock. he stumbled due to the cramped conditions not allowing full use of his legs and she caught him.

"I am so sorry, I didn't realize there were two people on board. our sensors only picked up one life sign. we can see what we can do to accommodate the two of you." says the miner. he is a strong, older man, whose eyes are kind, and his soul is a woman who looked to be taking a nap on his shoulder, using his shirt collar as a pillow. our two protagonists did not correct him.

they are taken to the medical chamber and our young man is treated for malnutrition and muscle atrophy. his soul didn't register on any of the scanners. as they were being treated by a medical bot it only made note of his condition, and kept the information to itself. patient Dr confidentiality of course.

when they are done they find their way to the control room. (it wasn't hard as the habitable part of the mining ship was nothing more than sleeping quarters, a kitchen, the medical bay, and the control room. the rest of the ship was dedicated to storing the drones and minerals.) the captain asks about their story and they tell him they were nabbed and woke up nearly outside the inner Jupiter system and their ship was attacked. they managed to escape just in time. the captain is not a slow man and notes that the young woman always stays to the right of the young man, and lets him take the lead on the story, only adding bits to the tail that were important. he doesn't mention that he's never seen a soul that large but figures it's not his place to mention it. it's impolite to interact with another's soul, but figures under the circumstance it might be better to treat it as a shy easily spooked girl. at least until he was informed otherwise by the unusual pair.

the captain let them know that based on the description of the ship it seemed like he had been the first to experience the alien race that had been the scourge of earth for the last year. it started with the mars colonies. by the time earth was able to send reinforcements the colony had been destroyed and many bodies were missing. the aliens had tried to attack earth but fortunately due to the forcefields meant to vaporize incoming asteroids and meatiors the race was held at bay. all ships were now equipped with the same tech. he apologizes about the hardship they have suffered and lets them know he has been sent out for a years rotation and he is 3 months into it. however, they are welcome to send a message to earth and let family know they are safe.

the captain makes sure to set up a message and locks out the mining controls and gives them privacy to make the message after showing them how to send it. he also lets them know it they are unlikely to get a response due to the war, but they should send the message anyways. they send a video to the young man's mother to let her know they are alright. it doesn't dawn on them till later that their mother won't know who his soul is, but hopes she will understand. upon completion, they leave the command room and find the captain doing his best to make a second bed in the medical room out of storage crates and extra sheets.

the next few days are uneventful. they often their assistance to the captain, but he assures them it's a one-man job, but if they want to be useful they can clean up around the place. The captain has enough on his plate that while the habitation deck isn't dirty, there is a layer of dust and grime in the corners.

a routine is set in place. the protagonists clean and prepare the ready meals. the first night the young man nearly cried at the rehydrated mashed potatoes and meatloaf. the captain who was a man not adept at dealing with others' discomfort had made a joke that sustenance pills will do that to you. it was met with two laughs. one wet and the other like a tinkling of wind chimes. they would clean, and when the habitation deck was close to spotless they spent their days learning about the ship and its mechanics. The young man vowed to never let himself miss out on vital information again.

the first night the two tried to sleep in separate beds. the young man in the med bed and his soul to the right on the makeshift crates. it felt wrong, being apart at his most vulnerable, especially after spending a year and a half nearly in each other's lap. they pushed the beds together and spent each night wrapped in each other's embrace.

nearly 6 months into their journey a ship like the one that started this mess tried to attack the mining vessel. true to the captains word the forcefield stopped the ship from boarding, but not from causing harm to the drones on the surface of the asteroid. the captain was able to modify the drilling torpedoes to hit the enemy's ship, they were successful in destroying their target.

The group donned suits and started on repairs, the captain impressed by the duos' knowledge of the drones and ingenuity at using scrap from the alien ship to finish repairs. the rest of the trip was more or less the same. the captain navigating the last of his assigned asteroids, our protagonist duo repairing and then continuing to modify the drones for higher yields to make up for their lost brethren.

at 9 months since getting picked up, the captain lets them know the last job has been completed and it's time to return home. there are several more scuffles with enemy ships on the return trip, but fortunately, due to the modifications minimal cargo is lost. once landed the captain lets them know this will probably be the last time they see each other as his family is on the other side of the planet and this year rotation has earned him two years off. our protagonists give him a long hug. one side is wet with tears and thankful murmurs, and the other feels as though a summer breeze has wrapped around his side. enough of that the captain chides. you'll be okay from here on out. I have full faith in the both of you.

when the airlock opens there is a figure of a woman on the other side. it's the protagonist's mother. she rushes toward the group and swoops her babies in her arms. petting both their hair, happy they are alive. the soul manages to get a small how do you know out before the mother kindly shushes her. I would know my baby and his bright soul anywhere.

#long post #march writes #my first real scifi story #original story #stories #sci fi #science fiction #science fantasy #soul bond #space travel #space truckin' #space trip #asteroid #mining #i had a dope dream and this is what came of it #there was a lot more magic in my dream #as well as death rebirth and old gods who are actully aliens #but the writing took a different turn #humans in space