#soulspeak

[tales-from-ekirem]

Two likes and i reveal songs that are like that of a theme songish to ekirem

[supersonicstarblazerthisbighush]

picture ‚In Front of The Chandelier’ (‚Vor dem Leuchter‘) by German artist Sulamith Wülfing (1901-1989),

caption by supersonicstarblazerthisbighush 260820

[ajoqebensifilozofe]

Edukohu,Msohu, Se nji qe t rreh s te do, Msohu t thush jo , Msohu t ikesh, Msohu t ngrish zanin, Msohu t denoncosh, Msohu tmos varesh nga nji mashkull,nga nji cop mishi me dy sy. Msohu tmos lesh askend t poshteroje, Msohu t ecesh vet perpara, Msohu t ecesh me koken lart. Msohu tja dalesh vete, E mbi t gjitha msohu ta jetosh jeten si do ti.

[travismjustm]

A snippet of My poem called “Masterpiece In Progress” 💎VALUE YOURSELF💎 [Oh and if y’all want More poetry from Me, lmk] 🌊🌊🐢🌊🌊 #TheMisUnderstood #Poetry #SpokenWord #KnowLove #ShowLove #Poem #SelfWorth #KnowYourWorth #Value #Gold #Soular #Gems #DroppinGems #SoulSpeak #OneLove #HoustonPoets #Htx #Houston #TheBoost #HVML (at KCOH-Tv Radio Station) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7W65gPBWMV/?igshid=1rk8xynr39tvq

[spiritualcrunk]

I came across some of my old writing today in a forgotten notebook, I think I had tucked away because I wasn't too fond of what I had written, but rereading them really made me ponder. I guess I kind of like them at this moment in time and feel inclined to share some, so I'll be doing that- I seem to never date my writing, because what is time to the soul? Oh well! haha. When I do post one of these I will probably make some kind of recollective statement about it, if it's something written in the past, but I suppose I'll just pick up where I left off in this notebook and see where it goes...

Upon the constraints of these lines I see no boundaries, only an absolute freedom to create something beyond them.

[visionshadows]

Ahh so excited to hear you’re doing prompts! :) If you’re still doing them — psychic soulbond sidgeno AU? The psychic bond is not bound by any known language but rather “soulspeak.” What does this soul language look like? Sound like? Feel like? Is it processed in images? Words? Or language-less thought itself?

So I’ve actually given this thought before. The psychic bond is initiated by touch and becomes stronger with close contact. So Sid and Geno initially bond at World Juniors when they briefly touch after the gold medal game. They don’t realize it because it’s not really long enough to make much of a difference, except Sid being Sid is an overachiever in everything and is able to contact Geno somehow.

It shouldn’t be possible at all. But Geno starts getting images and feelings that are not his own. Mostly they are dreams of another country, playing hockey and a little blonde girl laughing. He knows someone is there, can feel them in his mind when he’s dreaming.

It’s hard for people to put soulspeak into words so for a long time Geno doesn’t know what is happening. When he finds himself on the bench, smiling at nothing because a feeling of warm contentment passes over him as the taste and smell of chocolate chip cookies flood his senses, he knows something is up.

He just wishes he knew who it was.

Geno falls asleep on the plane flying towards Pittsburgh and is awash with glee as soon as he starts dreaming. There is a pool and children splashing around, so much laughter.

“You’re so close,” a voice says in words he can hear clear as day for the first time ever. “I can’t wait to meet you.”

Geno can’t answer, can’t do anything but dream and watch as this faceless person tosses children in the pool. He feels his heart aching, this deep desire to be there, to be with them. He wakes with a start, his face damp with tears.

There’s a push of worry followed by calm and a sense of soon soon so soon. Relax. So soon.

Geno exhales and looks out the window at the clouds, wiping his face with his hand. Soon.

Sid is bouncing his leg, getting up from the couch and pacing, unable to sit still. He can feel Geno getting closer, can feel the tendril connecting them getting shorter. He’s trying to keep his restlessness from transferring over the bond, but he’s not sure if he’s doing that well because he can feel that Geno is nervous, scared, so alone.

Sid presses another wave of reassurance and comfort over the bond as he walks down the stairs and tries to wait, tries to be patient.

When he sees Geno, watches him shake Mario’s hand, he feels his heart call out and his mind floods with Geno’s thoughts and emotions. Sid gasps loudly, putting a hand on the wall. Geno does the same, a hand on his head.

Sid gets to him, gets a hand on his arm and pulls him close. All around him is Geno, his thoughts, his feelings, his touch, his smell. It’s overwhelming and beautiful. Their souls are shouting in joy, loud and symphonious.

“Hi,” Geno says for the first time along the bond, finally able to return all of Sid’s words and thoughts. “I’m so happy to meet you.”

[liltingtiago]

You are, you are.

You’re a carnal adventure, you’re the very reason my heart beats. 100 years into the future and you’ll find our love still breathes. You’re a book with infinite pages that I’m bent on completing. You’re a cinema which with every angle is the perfect seating. I’m binging on the contents of your consciousness, content with the counting of your every breath. Burning blood inside me it’s the passion, the path of your lasso, the art of your existence is like a lost painting of Picasso. You’re the spark of Renaissance, the real-time inspiration for this elated and elevated state of mine. So, stay one time and realign, with me. Sync and melt with my soul, it’s so sublime, you see. Skin to skin, it’s not a sin to feel this savory, sensual, succulent way to make our next of kin.

You are my life’s endeavor. You put me on tilt, I’m on the fence holding back this tremor, my tremoring. You are and you are my everything.

[tales-from-ekirem]

has been a bit since i asked, have there been any new exciting and/or silly and/or oh so normal aditions to the Ekirem worldbuilding or characters? anything new lately?

Worldbuilding is as slow as ever but there is now a new Third form of using magic, very minor and based on souls basically empowering each other or themselves

An example being Paraya, before he got boiled he spent years pretending to be a savior sent form the pale lady. He gained enough popularity and belief in him that he was able to use minor magical abilities. It manifests differently in each person and I’ve yet to decide how it works with him!

Dismon is another case, his manifesting in the form of minor weather related magic

This magic only lasts for as long as faith in that person is present. Or for as long as that person strongly believes in something

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OH we have bug people now, well. Just the one right now but I want to make a bug girl which brings me to my most frightening statement of there are now a total of 56 characters in ekirem

Scary to have 56 little guys in your head all the time…. I have got to start drawing these guys

Also now featuring The Pale Sea: a giant bleached coral reef