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s o u l m a r k s

Everyone has a mark that represents them, though they don't know what it is right away or even on their own. And whenever someone falls in love, the mark of the one they love appears on their body- a gold star on the cheek, a scattering of flowers on the wrist- your mark will show up the same shape, color and location on those who truly know and love you. While romantic love is the most common, it shows up for platonic love as well and it isn't uncommon to have multiple at a time throughout your life. It is only when someone's impact fades from your heart that their mark fades from your skin- even hatred can sometimes let a mark remain.
A soulmark never disappears, not completely. But only a true, selfless love can make them emerge.
Post below with your character's soulmark and location, and take in the love! Some options, if you need some help. Feel free to dm me for any concerns, and you don't have to know me to post!
1. a new mark : perhaps something happened last night. or maybe a few days ago. but this morning you've awoken with a new mark... so what happened? and what now?
2. quite the history : over the years, you've gotten more than your fair share of marks.some look as faded and thin as a pencil sketch. some are just as vibrant as the day you got them. why not share some stories?
3. a river in egypt : no way. no. way. this cannot be happening- any mark but THEIRS! ... unfortunately, however, the mark is very real and you have to acknowledge it eventually. or maybe. right now? because that person is here now.
4. do your own thing! i'm not your mom. just have fun!
2. quite the history : over the years, you've gotten more than your fair share of marks.some look as faded and thin as a pencil sketch. some are just as vibrant as the day you got them. why not share some stories?
3. a river in egypt : no way. no. way. this cannot be happening- any mark but THEIRS! ... unfortunately, however, the mark is very real and you have to acknowledge it eventually. or maybe. right now? because that person is here now.
4. do your own thing! i'm not your mom. just have fun!
mafuyu asahina ♡ project sekai | ota
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For most people, it might not come as a surprise, then, that there was something different about Kanade after all of that. It's certainly the first thing she notices, actually, when she washes up after a nap - the ring of snowflakes can't easily be overlooked, after all. Even though they're such a soft, pale blue, they stand out boldly against Kanade's almost sickly-pale skin.
She spends a while, just staring into her reflection, reaching up to trace every little line and angle of one of the flakes. She knows the stories, of course. She knows what this means, and the idea makes her pulse jump beneath her own fingers. But at the same time, it makes something in her chest tighten; what would Mafuyu think, if she saw this? Would she think anything at all? Would she think this is just one more thing she has to go along with, without considering anything for herself?
... She can't let that happen. The last thing Kanade wants is to make Mafuyu feel like she has to feel or act a certain way around her. So when she retreats to the SEKAI for the afternoon, intent on getting some work done in the quiet emptiness of the other world, she makes sure to throw on one of her bulkier sweaters, pulling the collar up high enough that the new marks around her neck should be well hidden.
She works quietly, and though she gets the urge every so often to reach up and touch her neck, she fights back against it, instead reaching to press a thumb to the inside of her left wrist; her own mark is... embarrassingly large, to be honest. A shackle, wrapped entirely around her wrist, colored in alternating black and white, almost like piano keys. Where a keyhole should be, there is instead a single, pink carnation.
... There's a reason she very much prefers long sleeves. She doesn't leave it uncovered for long, shaking the sleeve down back over her hand before she leans back over a page of sheet music and loses herself in her own thoughts.]
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lmk if you want me to edit/tag with someone else LOL
But that's just not in the cards, so he goes about his day as usual. Soulmates? He doesn't want to chain anybody down like that. Never heard of 'em!
At Cospro, he spots a familiar face in the lobby who absolutely, definitely isn't the cause of this.]
Oh, it's Fuyu-chan! Writing a song for us again? Vice Prez really working ya to the bone these days, huh?
Forget that. Let's ditch this joint and get something to eat! [He literally just got here.]
latches onto u like a koala instead (lmk if this is ok!!)
it's perfect wtf don't even worry about it
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can't believe they're doing this at an olive garden
one day a character i ship with yours will be able to read the room AND care about what's read....
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Walking around in a daze wasn't an unusual look for him. It's not like most would try to talk to him anyway. It didn't stop people from talking but he was good at ignoring them. He just had to keep moving--
He almost bumps straight into her; he's that distracted.]
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Kokichi Oma | Danganronpa V3
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but it's a hot summer day, even more than usual, and he's roasting. he won't be so audacious as to walk around shirtless, but the tanktop doesn't hide much to be honest.
so, uh. hey, kokichi. that sure is your mark sitting equal parts obviously and obliviously on your idol friend's shoulder there. )
hiiro amagi | ensemble stars!! | ota
i wanted angst i'm sorry
[Having these marks was something of a shock for Mayoi, and when they first appeared, he didn't know what to think. After all, the last time he had marks like this ...the end result had not been pretty. After overcoming his initial fear and panic, and finding himself at ease with the rest of ALKALOID such that he couldn't imagine his life without them, it was much easier for him to find the marks something precious.]
[Like a blooming, lovely flower, amongst a dying bed of thorns.]
[The rest of his body had felt like that, anyway. No one had really questioned him being body shy. He was just a skittish person in general, right? So no one paid it any mind when he was careful about changing, but the truth is, he was covered in marks. They were once probably very pretty to look at, but over time, something had changed them. From their jagged, scarred, faded appearance, it seems that in many cases, feelings of hate had warped them into something ugly.]
[Mayoi was meticulous about ALKALOID not seeing them, out of fear of them finding him even more hideous that he already felt. The thought of their precious marks becoming tainted in the same way tore at him.]
[Alas, living in a dorm with so little space, Mayoi was bound to slip up. Perhaps he misjudged out long the others would be out for breakfast?]
how dare you do the thing we both enthusiastically agreed to. the audacity. blocked.
nooooooooOOOOOO
Re: nooooooooOOOOOO
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comforts your hurt
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Sandalphon | Granblue Fantasy | OTA
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only now that he's taken a seat at a table close to the grandcypher cafe's counter that he takes notice, hours after being awakened from his cradle and the ensuing commotion. theoretically, one should be well-rested after a lengthy recuperation period, yet it seems he's underestimated the impact of the dense elements upon his body in the scant few years he spent in the in-between. except...
no, it's not simply that, is it? lucifer opens his eyes, the resolution in his gaze tinged with what may be nervousness.]
Sandalphon. [this --- this is what they hadn't had time for in their brief reunion. the primarch's fingers move from the handle of the coffee cup to the clasp of his glove. what should be a feather-light touch bears the weight of immeasurable regret.] We have much to catch up on, but first: I have a confession to make.
[beneath the leather is a mark the same shade as sandalphon's original pair of wings, unmistakable in meaning and significance.]
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this is. so long. god
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Madara Mikejima ☆ Ensemble Stars! ☆ OTA
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Could you meet me for lunch today? It's alright if you're busy.
( and then she waits, and wonders if maybe he's had that bundle of forget-me-nots show up on his hip yet. )
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Shu Itsuki | Ensemble Stars!! | OTA
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The angle makes it easy to see Mika's soulmarks, scattered as they are. He has his, the little piece of blue-and-gold candy on his wrist...as well as a bronze gear on his ankle and the faded bunny on his right hip. Small wonder he doesn't like taking his socks off anymore.
Oddly enough, though, that's it.]
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in this, they at least get visual cues. helpful, no?
she hadn't intended to fall in love. she didn't even think it was possible, and the mark almost went unnoticed entirely until she had been slipping her shoes on- it had caught her eye, since she wasn't wearing socks with the flats.
really though, there's only one person it could be.
to most people, she's the picture of serenity as she makes her way to his apartment rather than her initial plans today- what was it again? not important. shu, however, will see how she grips her shoulder bag so tight her knuckles have turned white. he sees everything, after all.
she's never seen her mark on anyone, because the mafuyu everyone knows is fake. she doesn't even know what it is: a ring of snowflakes around the neck, right where her necklace would sit. )
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...
These days the threads were a brighter color of red, but they had never gone away. Not really. He had just gotten better at hiding it.
But after having to help his classmates drag Kanata out of the fountain again, the sleeves of his shirt ended up getting soaked through. Back inside, he ended up rolling up his sleeves, thinking he'd just grab a spare in a few minutes. He didn't look-- didn't think about the mark being there on his way to the bathroom.]
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Tatsumi Kazehaya | Ensemble Stars! | Ota
hello there
[Mayoi probably could have done without the sheer terror he felt the moment he spotted... the cross on his collarbone. He really wasn't sure what to think at first!! Had a priest marked him for execution? Had he been cursed? Was this something from the past, come back to haunt him? It's such a clear mark, when looking at the rest of the mess on his body so...]
[That is perhaps when it clicks what this might be. That this is one of those marks and that someone's decided to show up unannounced. It doesn't take him long to figure out who it belongs to, after all, he only knows so many people who would have a motif like this represent their soul. It scares him in a completely different way. When he looks at the rest of the marks littering his skin, old, faded and some of them angry and twisted, he wonders how long before this one might lose its luster. The owner might turn from him in the same way all those marks did when he was a child.]
[The have practice today, he can't think sit and dwell on this for too long. He needs to stop by Tatsumi's room, anyway, and make sure he's rested enough after the accident they had the day before. Ah, he'd been so worried. Was that when the mark happened? Hm.]
[Mayoi slips out of his and Tomoya's dorm to tap gently on Tatsumi's room, quietly hoping Koga isn't ...actually there. That guy is kind of scary...]
[Absently, his hand covers the area where his own mark lives. On his hip, just below the hem of his pants there is a black, upside down cross pierced through a rose.]
...T-Tatsumi-san?
owo
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Wataru Hibiki ☆ Ensemble Stars!! ☆ OTA
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But there is no such guarantee that a feeling like that is mutual. Would someone such as Wataru allow such a thing? He was hesitant to believe it, however much he might like to.
Best to put such things out of mind for the time being. He had a great many duties piled on his shoulders and allowing himself to get overly distracted by the concept of "love" was not something he could allow. He finishes dressing-- a soft, pristine sweater fitting nicely around his neck; neatly covering up the evidence. He's suddenly far less enthused about the work ahead of him. But he leaves for his office in Ensemble Square regardless, not wasting any time to start working through his schedule, dull as it were. He remains there probably far longer than he should, but even he is only one man trying to accomplish far too much.]
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mafuyu isn't sure how long shes stares at the hint of color poking around the side of her neck in the mirror before she finally gets ready. it's chilly, she could justify a turtleneck. but... what does she gain from hiding or showing it? it's hard to think about this- hard to figure out what she wants to do with this knowledge when she never thought such an event would ever happen.
she winds up coming into the office with a semi-high collared shirt and a thick braid swept over her shoulder. someone calls her mayoi-san at one point, much to their embarrassment and she winds up wondering if they really look that much alike. but it's all useless padding until the point wataru chooses to swing by, as he always does.
when he shows up, mafuyu is waiting- composing is... hard, with her mind feeling fuzzy at the moment. she needs answers. so before he can do anything, she takes the reigns herself. )
Why do you try so hard for me?
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Sannan Keisuke 🌸 Hakuouki 🌸 OTA
shizuku hinomori ☘️ project sekai ☘️ ota
rinne amagi | ensemble stars | ota
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[Mayoi's hair has always been an afterthought to him. It's long and messy and as long as he has it braided up, it's mostly out of his way. He's never assigned any special meaning to it, though the ribbon he ties it with is precious, but for the first time that he can recall he finds himself very glad it's long.]
[Mostly because there is a mark that he needs to cover up, and it's in such a place that it's reeeaaaally hard to keep hidden. So, between his hair and his turtleneck, he's just barely got it obscured. Whew. He has to do a little sorting out on the implications of that because ...well. Who would have expected he might end up with feelings like that towards someone like. Rinne Amagi.]
[Rinne is bold and vulgar, wild and unyielding, while also being cunning and ruthlessly intelligent. There is a lot to be afraid of here, and Mayoi is certainly, very intimidated, but also. There is something irrevocably intoxicating about it that probably lead to this. Yes... he thinks he knows what happened. It's not like Hiiro is someone who is really in need of defending. He's a very capable boy. However, that did not stop probably the both of them from ah. Interfering when someone or something crossed a line towards ALKALOID's capable but very naive leader. Hiiro may not have even been in the room!]
[Mayoi is regarded as ALKALOID's mother for a reason, and even he can find it in himself to be frightening when someone threatens his precious family.]
[However it happened, Mayoi is still distressed about this development and unsure what to do, so, he tries very hard to just not think about it and carry on with his day. This will probably be fine.]
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himeru・ensemble stars・ota