#soultoken

[lookingforroleplayers]

i wanna give an shoutout to @soultoken ! He's the best Constantine on Tumblr, and it's a pleasure to read their threads!!

[novaragno]

soultoken / « how could you possibly think that was a good idea?! »

RANDOM DIALOGUE. ↪ accepting. // @soultoken

❝ there were probably, well, BETTER WAYS, ❞ as the spider talks, the loud alarms of many a car reverberate through the street. it's LOUD, it's CAHOTIC, and the cacophony surely didn't bring any respite to the BURNING HEADACHE the warlock had been nursing for a while.

SPIDER !! before john can even react, NOVA SWINGS THEM OUT OF THE WAY, a giant claw crushing the wall they had been close to a moment ago. the girl spins her head around to meet the figure of a doctor octavius — NOT HERS, NOR FROM THIS UNIVERSE.

but her target, nonetheless.

❝ this is where i BESEECH YOU to leave the premises, sire. ❞

[darkestaken]

soultoken, dead as disco verse (i linked DaD to john's legends of tomorrow verse for now so refer to it if you need!) / « Uh. That's a surprise. I thought magic didn' exist anymore in the ugly dystopian corporate future. ». He glances at her from his chair, sipping the something Stix gave him this time ( he's probably dumping everything that never got sold at him. He'll never say no to alcohol, but fuck this stuff tastes awful ), one hand reaching for the pack of cigarettes to hold it out to her. He's been perceiving her energy moving around the room like an unrelenting ghost since her arrival, but only now that she drew closer he's realizing that it is not a latent gift - it's actually her, it is energy flowing in and around her in a specific pattern. She's not only a practitioner: she's waving magic right here and right now. Call him interested. « Well... Wrong wordin'. Magic always exists. I didn' expect people could still know how to use it. Thought I was the only one 'round 'ere. Cigarette? »

UNPROMPTED. ↪ accepting.

THE MUSIC IS LOUD: any kind of noise is. the steady rhythm coming from the jukebox, the breaths in the room, whatever the hell hemlock was doing. the way strelitzia is sprawled on one of the couches either shows how little RESPECT she has for the place, or how EXHAUSTED she is.

she'll recuperate, she knows. THIS IS JUST TEMPORARY. she just needs to focus, but the LOOMING SHADOW cast on her wishes otherwise. ❝ magic's ALWAYS IN REACH for those curious enough to SEEK IT. ❞ words spoken by one of her teachers, back at the commune. wonder how she's doing.

❝ what's it to you ? ❞ she's not dumb: the men, they call them PROPHETS, SAGES, WARLOCKS. but women ? women are witches, they're crones. hags to throw in a river. she gives a glance to the stranger's hand, wincing at the sight. not a smoker, or, well, NOT ANYMORE. ❝ dunno what old man stix told ya, but SHOP'S CLOSED FOR THE NIGHT. ❞ a night that's been going for longer and longer and longer, it would seem. time to repeat the hour.

[busygirlgcttagc]

@soultoken

« Wh-? ». The flame of the lighter stays there, freshly sparked and cupped by the free hand, just an inch from the cigarette hanging from his lips but too far to light it. John stares at Lara for a long moment, slowly connecting the dots; then looks at the stone doors in front of them, then back at Lara, then the doors again. And then he remembers about the lighter. Priorities. He lights up the cigarette. « Oh no, ye got it all wrong, love. I'm 'ere jus' to keep you company. Those doors 'ave the... how do kids say these days, eehhh... "boss battle" feelin' all over them. I ain't goin' in there. Not my style. That's your cue, love. Go get 'em, tiger. »

John lights up yet another cigaratte, Lara reloads her shotgun, giving the other the same look she gave him every single time she started to smell the smoke. This time he had the decency to stay back, at least. For entirely selfish reasons - as understandable as they could be, anyway -, but she still appreciates.

To be fair on him... he's right. The amount of dead bodies they found along the way, accompanied by the worrisome lack of traps, meant that if old explorers, raiders and unfortunate souls found their demise down there, it wasn't because of rolling boulders and spiketraps but rather something ( someone? ) tasked with defending those ancient walls, and whatever might be hiding inside it. And, yes. This was clearly a door leading to whatever treasure was buried in that tomb, and certainly its guardian.

"Honestly, thank Heavens! I thought I had to tell you to stand back to not risk to shoot you again.", she laughs, answering to his sarcasm with some of her own... even if she means it. Fighting on her own might be more dangerous, but she could allow herself to waste more bullets.

"Should I call you before or after I get to the relics, then? So you can get to smoke in peace."

[mayoinomori]

hello! C: from soultoken, if you feel like it! here's the source. / « listen, i-- i don't want conflict. okay? »

Eyes narrow, distrust written into every fiber of her being. Her core tightens, posture remaining stiff and defensive. The holy blade remains unsheathed, its glow only cementing the burn of distrust that filled her.

The scent was also that of the paranormal... Of wrongness, of unholiness. More than often, this was the familiar whisper of the yōkai's influence, a smell like rotting wood or burning. Every hair within her nostrils felt like it might singe off.

However, the smell isn't entirely of malignant magics. There's something "in-between" about his powers. A gray area when her world was black and white. The sword could have been reacting to that bit of darkness in him, but she couldn't be sure.

Robin swallowed, and said nothing. She simply took another step forward, boot hardly making a sound in the grit and grass of the forest floor.

i'm kind because i choose to be prompts [accepting] - @soultoken / @ghostories

[grandpabed]

@soultoken ► Cale

“Oh, fantastic. Just what I needed… more chaos.”

He frowns slightly, holding in the tiniest of gasps. Great. Turns out he caught the weirdo next door's attention. Cale really thought he could sneak in to try and fish in his pond despite his uncle's insistence on leaving that poor man alone, but looks like he got caught!

"Geez. Chaos? I didn't even do anything."

...he wasn't the grumpy old man he expected, at least. More like Shane with a few inches less around his belly. And smelled like cigarettes instead of chickens and beer.

Wether it's good or not, he can't tell.

"And I could say that. This place is a dump-- I'm sure I got ticks from all this tall grass."

A slight exaggeration.

[miratenebrarum]

@soultoken

kiss meme for p, kisses in this order: 💚 a kiss on the forehead → 💙 a kiss on the nose → 🧡 a kiss on the lips :3c

The first kiss is a surprise. It makes Pinocchio blink, look up to the older man as he gets lower, givinghim a second one, their eyes meeting for a second before the former puppet closed his eyes, tensing up as John lifted his chin, instinctively standing on his tiptoe to meet his lips with his own despite the awkwardness of his movements.

He couldn't say he melted at the touch or even that he relaxed, clearly still not used to that kind of contact... but he still liked it.

[miratenebrarum]

may john have a kiss from p..........

[ keeth ; ACCEPTING ] // @soultoken

There's a moment of hesitation as he tries to think how, exactly, kissing would even... work? Mostly, where he should kiss to begin with, really.

With his head tilted on the side, he figures that he might as well try to go for something more 'intimate' -- in this case, by grabbing John by the shoulder and quickly getting on his tippy toes to land a quick peck on his lips.

"Okay."

Okay.