#soultold

[the-judge-of-bones]

“The sharp thing has been promoted to the sacrificial knife.” for whoever feels like getting harassed by Faust

@soultold

"the sacrificial knife is a sharpened biscicle, it's going to be gone in like...half an hour."

Not to say he doesn't approve, no he does, He absolutely approves. Far better then actual knives.

[the-judge-of-bones]

📺 + "are you afraid of death?"

send 📺 + a question, and my muse’s shadow will answer it!

The shadow ducks and weaves, following an invisible path way he only seems to know, it's broken body seems neither complete nor' in disrepair. Some pieces get left behind in it's wake yet it moves fluidly despite the damage it brings to itself, Shadow blasters with hollow sockets and crumbling jaws cough up dust before disappearing, It's a familiar dance, Stick to the pattern and wish for another day.

'yes and no, death is an old friend, it asks for me. embraces me like a old lover, it's hands are gentle, no colder then mine, it asks when it'll be the last time. i do not have an answer, it understands, i am pulled from it's grasp once more. to dance once more for my life, each step, each move is practiced. i do not deviate. death is oblivious peace, i do not hear, i do not see, i do not speak. death knows my name, it knows my body, it knows my voice, i fear the final end, when will death keep me. when will it hold me evermore, when the dance of determination meets it's end.'

'yes and no, death is an old friend, it asks for me. embraces me like a old lover, it's hands are gentle, no colder then mine, it asks when it'll be the last time. i do not have an answer, it understands, i am pulled from it's grasp once more. to dance once more for my life, each step, each move is practiced. i do not deviate. death is oblivious peace, i do not hear, i do not see, i do not speak. death knows my name, it knows my body, it knows my voice, i fear the final end, when will death keep me. when will it hold me evermore, when the dance of determination meets it's end.'

'yes and no, death is an old friend, it asks for me. embraces me like a old lover, it's hands are gentle, no colder then mine, it asks when it'll be the last time. i do not have an answer, it understands, i am pulled from it's grasp once more. to dance once more for my life, each step, each move is practiced. i do not deviate. death is oblivious peace, i do not hear, i do not see, i do not speak. death knows my name, it knows my body, it knows my voice, i fear the final end, when will death keep me. when will it hold me evermore, when the dance of determination meets it's end.'

[soultethered]

@soultold​ / starter call .

“So it’s you again.” They murmur into clasped palms, diligent in that they cover the ugly smile that’s risen to their face. It’s not one of malice, though, it’s one of nerves -- it’s always been an anxious tick of theirs, that hideous grin. “...I presume you’re bored, then. Ready to cast your lure to bigger and better waters? Catch some new fish? Oh, I bet you’d love that...” It’s funny. they’ve never met face to face, but on a primal level, Chara feels as though they’ve been acquainted for a lifetime.

“...But there’s only so many factors to consider here, isn’t there? You know that as well as I do. You can’t seriously want to run the numbers again after so long, can you?”

[valiantsouls]

     @soultold​​  whispered  a  line ;                   ❛  you know … you’re really cute for someone with such a terrible personality .  ❜ faust @ sans i still don't have the blog up Ba bie

         FOR  a  moment,  sans  wasn’t  wholly  sure  what  he  just  heard.  it wasn’t even out of distaste for the words.  he wasn’t sure what to make of it, but after a brief moment of silence, he let out a little laugh.  it was a fair point that faust had, one he wouldn’t really deny them or himself. 

           ❛  at least i’m still pretty.  ❜   he joked lightly,  hands delving into soft hoodie pockets.  comfortable.   ❛  pretty funny too, i’d like to think.  come on, admit it.  ❜

   he  didn’t mind a dig or two in his direction;   after all,  it was just the way things were.  he would be poked fun at, he would laugh along, the day would continue.  it didn’t matter  &&  that wasn’t a stretch of truth.  gotta know how to not take yourself seriously, or you’d go mad.