#soulmissed

[escapedartgeek]

@soulmissed is around

zora was looking at some of the marker sets that they had been considering for a project. they had met up with august so that they could get his feedback on things that they were considering.

while they were here, they figured getting a set for him to have in his bag might not be a bad idea.

"is there a set that you would like? i know you had been working on some drawings from time to time. "

[gordiacea]

        ― ; for @soulmissed // [ starter call ]

        ❝ NO, THAT'S FINE, ❞ Dr. Ong says, strained through his teeth in a way that very much indicates it isn't.

        THE GREEN GLASS spray bottle is in shards from where Auggie has dropped it, likely startled by how abruptly Harold's swung open the door. The note Beeya left was very clear, the elegant slant of their cursive like tidy little vines furling across a leaf of pastel paper:

        I'll be back from work at six. Please water the orchid for me. There's a spray bottle by the planter. Spray the leaves, not the dirt ! They don't like to be overwatered.

        A friend is coming to bring you lunch at noon. He has his own key, he'll let himself in.

        HAROLD MIGHT PROTEST that he is much more than Beeya's friend, but the rest of the note stands to be factual, as evidenced by the plastic takeout bags in his hands.

        And most importantly: feel better, and drink lots of tea.

[iobartach]

@soulmissed // starter call

The boy had seen him brought low, body sacrificed to shield the other from harm. Such a move had hurt and stung in ways that good deeds often did, suffering temporary discomfort for the greater good. A calling that, weeks later, the S-Man of a future yet to arrive could still be found embodying, dealing with lawbreakers and saving citizens in need in equal measure.

Including the current moment where, gathering somewhat of a crowd, Miguel could be found mid-act, weaving strands of webbing around a would-be robber. Had he looked up at any point, it's possible he could've spotted a familiar face or two, dotted amongst the sea of strangers. As it were, he was hard at work, both feet planted on the roof and front bonnet of a car as he continued to wrap the crook up, binding his limbs.

All until a firm, distinct order of "Freeze!" stops Miguel in his tracks, head canting sideways in enough time to spot the end of a gun wafted in his direction. Without uttering a single syllable of sound does the wallcrawler comply, open palms raising high into the air as the lone police officer kept the sights of their drawn weapon trained on him.

[dayplayers]

@soulmissed : “i'm not messin' around, i'm doin' important stuff.” / dana floyd & august collins ... superman 2025 memes

dana waves off the crew member threatening to remove the kid from his perch and throws a kick to the air after the guy as he leaves for good measure. yeah they have to get rolling eventually, but it's a kid's show for fuc- for god's sake — let the kid play.

“important stuff, huh?” dana crouches down to auggie's level, where he's sitting on the steps of a very important backdrop in front of a set of green doors at 123 sesame street¹, her arms crossed across the top of her knees. there's something about him that strikes a resemblance to her brother. not physically, but the way that he sits tucked against the banister reminds her of bob. “what are you working on?”

[freezegirl]

💜 ― receiver's choice ( simply shout out whoever you want ) / 🌼 ― creative headcanons

shoutouts of awesomeness / @soulmissed

💜 ― @clochanam is currently on a hiatus but blue has built such a beautiful character with bits and pieces of marvel lore that, you know, every time i watch a movie or show, i get sincerely confused sometimes when aisling doesn't show up; she's been such a breath of fresh air and i've been having the time of my life, reading along with the many (mis)adventures aisling and her friends and her family has. genuinely, i need multiple movies leading into a tv show and a podcast spin off, stat!

🌼 ― honestly even if @marinaers hadn't given me a shoutout, i still would've put silas' blog down here because the lore and the world building and the headcanons are all immaculate! truly, i wasn't even aware of the poem that is the crux of dr ravi eklund and his world before i found this blog. silas is actually the one who introduced me to that poem and that poet. and ravi? ravi is such a fun character. i absolutely adore the dynamic we've been crafting between him and kie. very much "disgruntled older guy meets younger girl and takes her beneath his wing"-esque energy. 10/10, a+, no notes because ravi is the type of character that fits everywhere even though he himself doesn't want to be and just wants to be left alone to do his thing; the universe keeps pulling him into different directions and putting him in situations and i love that.

[narrativeobsession]

@soulmissed GOOD THINGS ARE COMING YOUR WAY!

The full moon glitters high in the night sky. Moonbeam stands beside the boy looking at it with immense appreciation. How strange this world was to Moonbeam, teetering on the precipice of renewal or ruin. A younger Creatia, in some ways.

It looks down at the boy, swirling eyes full of amusement.

"and what does the boy think of the moon and stars?"

[nylovebug]

A SEMI-PLOTRED STARTER FOR @soulmissed

"there once was a princess called andie," is how andie starts the story. yes the princess is her. shut up. "and... a fighter named august." he sits next to her where she's got her legs stretched out in front of her on the bed and is resting upright against the headboard. her hands are in her lap and she gazes off in the middle distance a bit, thinking up a world in her head. "they live in a city called aranea, famous for its beautiful silks." a pause as she thinks. "or, at least, princess andie lives there. because it's one day going to be her kingdom. but the adventurer august is visiting—for a very special reason..." she stops here for a moment, to glance down and check if august seems engaged at all by her tale.

the kingdom is built vertically, stone towers stacked high and houses nestled close atop the crowded plateau. the close quarters are warm, both in temperature and in atmosphere, as aranean citizens open up their market stalls for the day with bright smiles and gleeful waves to one another.

"ser august," says andie the princess. it's the proper way of addressing a capable adventurer and fighter in aranea, though the princess's smile is broad and informal in a kind way that is quite typical for this particular princess, in this particular city. it's a city of kind, generous folk dressed in flowing and colorful garments mostly of their own making. their stalls advertise shining glass beads to be sewn into garments or—more rarely here—tied together into jewelry, and bolts of rich fabrics, flowing dresses, sewing needles, and beautifully embroidered pillows with threads that glint under the sun. this is the matter that concerns the princess. "i have a quest with which i would like to request your help..."

"she leaves the question to the young adventurer's choice—will he agree to help her?" andie poses to august, back in the room on the bed. it's his turn to direct the story, and hers to see where his imagination will take them.

[nightiingaleda]

@soulmissed liked for a starter from Mel

The boy does not look at her as she approaches, Mel following the slightest blood trail into the alley to his hiding place. The paramedic crouches down to look at him closer. "Hi there - my name's Mel."

She smiles softly, keeping her hands out and open but nowhere close. "Are you hurt? I can help you."