#I don’t like soulmate aus

[wow-an-unfunny-joke]

I fucking hate soulmate aus! But hear me out- skk soulmate au, Chuuya doesn’t have a soulmate for arhabaki reasons, Dazai doesn’t have a soulmate either for like other reasons, he’s just unlucky or smth idk. They find eachother, they skk it up, one of them is like ‘idk if I’m human man, I don’t have a soulmate’ and the other is like ‘yo me too????’ And then they KISS

[karalovesallthegirls]

Also have another “first words spoken to you are on your skin” soulmate AU idea where Kara is a journalist assigned to shadow the controversial CEO of L-Corp for the day. It’s a big deal for her to get this assignment, so of course she trips the second she’s near the other woman and tries awkwardly to redeem herself.

The CEO stares at her almost in shock, and then says nothing. At all. Ever, for the entire day.

Kara spends hours following Lena Luthor around trying to fill the silence, but no amount of questions get her to talk. Lena almost seems to be running away at some points - like she’s trying to lose her? - and the few times she’s managed to catch her actually talking to someone she goes silent the second she sees Kara.

She asks around if Miss Luthor is usually like this and everyone looks at her like she’s crazy. Apparently she’s the only one who gets the silent treatment. By the end of her first day shadowing she’s walking away with half a page of observations and not a single quote. Miss Grant is going to kill her.

But that’s okay. It’s fine, this isn’t over. She has four days of shadowing ahead of her and she’ll be damned if she doesn’t finish this with a quote from the woman herself. It’s only a matter of time.

[kizzer55555]

Super Dead Soulmates

In this universe, any injury or scar you sustain appears on your soulmate. However, for as long as he could remember, Danny never gained an injury that wasn’t his own. When he was very young, his parents would always say that he was just a late bloomer and perhaps his soulmate was a few years younger than he was and thus, just wasn’t born yet. As Danny grew older, they got more absorbed in their work and just seemed to forget about the whole ordeal. Danny never asked them about it again, afraid they might think a ghost had ‘cursed’ him or something. It was hard enough to hide the lack of additional scars at school. Luckily, most people don’t get injured very often so it was easy enough to play off some of his injuries as that from a soulmate. The only ones who knew the truth were his sister and his best friends. Danny was just convinced that he didn’t have a soulmate and had accepted that fact, even if it hurt. Then the accident happened and for once, he was thankful his soulmate wouldn’t have to feel his pain. And even more so when he started to fight the other ghosts daily. Danny was content to live like this, but with more ghost fights, his injuries started piling up. Danny excused them saying that they were from his soulmate. It didn’t completely get rid of the scrutiny but most people bought it. Afterall, how else would puny Fenton get those kinds of bruises? So for a while, that excuse worked…until someone realized that Danny and Phantom’s injuries linked up (I vote Wes). Now normally, the natural conclusion would be that Danny and Phantom were the same person. But due to the fact that one of them was dead and the other clearly alive, everyone gained a new theory…that Phantom was Danny’s soulmate. It would explain the recent injuries as Phantom was often seen fighting other ghosts. And to be honest, this was the perfect cover. It’s not like Danny had an actual soulmate who might show up and this added another layer of protection against people thinking he and Phantom were the same person. So Danny remained silent and let the rumors grow. Sure people now thought he and Phantom were dating but that was fiiiiiinnnneee. (But BOY was that an awkward conversation with his parents). 

And then Kon was born.

As a clone, all he knew from the outside was implanted into his mind. He knew the color of the sky, the sound of music, academic equations and a lot of common knowledge such as soulmates. He knew that injuries were shared between a bonded pair and that everyone had a soulmate. But he was different. He wasn't born a baby and grew up alongside another person. He wasn’t even real according to some people. Yet one day, he noticed bruises lining his arms, he was confused. He should have had impenetrable skin like Superman. As far as he could remember, his skin had never been pierced before. And it’s not like he fought a godlike being that day. He shouldn’t have any injuries. Kon decided to ignore them but the injuries kept showing up. It got so bad that his team started to notice and sat him down asking if everything was alright with his powers or if he was exposed to kryptonite somehow. So, very confused, Kon had explained that the injuries just kept showing up. It was only after his team gave him a curious look and explained the concepts of soulmates did everything click with him. Sure, Kon knew about soulmates but surely that couldn't be what this was! He was a clone! He shouldn’t have a soulmate. It was impossible! But after a few more days of observation and a bit of testing, everyone determined that this was, in fact, a soulmate bond. 

To say Kon was ecstatic was an understatement. Actually, it was a mix of excitement, nervousness, worry, and joy all rolled into one. He was elated at the idea that he had someone meant for him. Someone who would accept all of him. Kon had looked at the others and there had always been a slight jealousy when he saw a paper cut bloom on their fingers or see them rub a bruised knee fondly. 

But more than anything. He was happy because this was proof that he was real. Afterall, a soulmate wouldn’t match with him unless his soul was equal to theirs. His body almost melted with relief at that realization. A weight off his shoulders he never fully grasped was still there. 

Of course there was the worry of why exactly his soulmate had so many injuries. For a hero, it was obvious they would get injured (although they tried to have as much protective padding as possible to limit that possibility. But some injuries still got through.) Yet the amount of injuries Kon’s soulmate sustained were far more than that (because Danny lacked proper padding  and didn’t think he had to worry about a soulmate. Most injuries looked worse than they were anyways due to his fast healing). And on the contrary, Kon’s skin was perfectly clear. With his kryptonian biology, even if he got hurt, it never left a mark. So all the injuries and bruises sustained on him were purely from his soulmate. And there was enough for two people. On the bright side, it helped with his cover, on the downside, Kon started to worry about his soulmate. (Meanwhile, Danny didn’t notice a difference. Sure, sometimes he would feel a temporary ache or sharp pain but no mark was left so he just assumed the pain was sore muscles from a previous battle or that one of his rogues were hitting harder than he thought.) 

As for Kon, he and his team used every resource at their disposal to try and track down Kon’s soulmate. They did this for every member of the team as hero soulmates were in more danger than most but they paid special attention to Kon’s soulmate due to the rapid accumulation of injuries. 

Kon would fantasize on what his soulmate would be like. Would they be tall? Short? They would probably be able to fight. Boy or girl? It doesn't really matter. Kon knew opposite gender soulmates were more common but he wouldn’t mind a guy either. His days were filled with dreams of a mystery person. Someone he could hold in his arms and protect. Who would comfort him after patrols and who he could introduce to his friends. 

After a while, Tim finally found a lead. Some doctor records of a boy in a small town called Amity. Apparently he was prescribed pain medicine to help with ‘soulmate injuries’. The lost of injuries were extensive and after looking at some pictures, they realized that his scars and Kon’s scars lined up. A perfect match. So it wasn’t long before they made a quick road trip to Amity. 

This place was already on the Justice League radar. It was a town that appears to have a permanent portal to the afterlife and was attacked often. (Which might explain why Kon’s soulmate was so injured). The Justice League had not interfered yet because the town had a local hero as well. Someone who seemed good at his job and who Tim was even thinking of recruiting. So this was a good opportunity to hit two birds with one stone. Afterall, not much was known about this mysterious Phantom other than he dedicated his afterlife to protecting this one town. Once they got to Amity they would probably need to check in with Phantom before anything. And despite his impatience with finding the person who might be his soulmate, even Kon was excited to meet this hero. Apparently Phantom had vast experience but also a major power set. He might gain another flying buddy or someone he could wrestle with without worrying about his strength. Afterall, Phantom also supposedly had super strength and even if he didn’t, it’s not like you can kill a ghost. Yet no matter how hard they looked, they couldn’t find him. It was only by coincidence that they stumbled upon Danny instead and his group of friends. 

The first time Kon saw Danny, it was like coming home. He wanted to do nothing more than rush to his soulmate and hug him and vow to always keep him safe. He wanted to prove that he would be the best soulmate ever and he wanted to know everything there was to know about him. He was practically vibrating where he stood in his civilian disguise and it was only his friends that held him back from flying over and surprising the poor boy.

But before he could do anything, a ghost attacked. Kon barely had enough time to grab his friends and dodge when some kind of glowing creature crashed into a building. And while normally he would immediately find somewhere to change, Kon’s first instinct was to check on his soulmate, only to see the two people he assumed to be the boy’s friends but no sign of Danny. Frantically looking around, he didn’t notice the glowing creature behind him (was that a dragon?) but before it could reach him, another glowing figure intercepted the attack. They looked almost ethereal with white hair softly floating in the air and a suit that hugged his muscled form tightly. The figure turned around and gave a sheepish smile towards Kon. “You ok?”

And it felt like for the second time that day, Kon was rendered breathless. 

Someone was protecting him.

Someone was protecting him?

Yet it felt…nice. Warm.

Before Kon could gather his thoughts though the battle picked up in earnest. He and his team found cover and changed into their suits. When they came to help, the person Kon assumed to be Phantom looked surprised at their sudden appearance but it wasn’t long before he and everyone else started working together. Unfortunately, actually fighting the ghost seemed to be impossible. Whenever they got close, their hits just passed right through so Phantom quickly regulated them on defense and citizen protection duty. Occasionally getting a hit in when the creature was tangible. Watching Phantom fight was something. Kon could understand why he was elected to join their team. He had this sort of grace and power that couldn’t be explained in words but was clearly from the experience of many battles.

Despite not being able to do much, fighting with Phantom was fun. They seemed to be completely in sync and it wasn’t long before Kon started to enjoy his loud commentary and puns as the two ghosts fought.

However, one particularly hard hit made it so that the dragon’s claws grazed his chest. Leaving three shallow gashes, but Phantom took the close proximity that attack gave him and sucked the creature into…a soup thermos?

But Kon wasn’t focused on that. He was wholly focused on the stinging pain suddenly coming from his chest, underneath his untouched uniform that clearly had not been hit. Kon didn’t know how to process what was happening. Everything suddenly became louder and he vaguely tried to move but it was like his mind became mush as he tried to process what that meant. He managed to get away for a bit and undid his shit, looking down to see three shallow scratches along his chest. Scratches that perfectly mirrored Phantom. In the corner of his eye, Kon saw a head of black hair and witnessed as Danny reunited with his two friends he had been separated from in the chaos. And as Danny twisted to hug them, his shirt flipped up enough to see another identical 3 scratches along the boy's stomach. Perfectly mirroring Phantoms. 

It was only later that Kon and his team did some more research on the town and it’s ghosts and learned the unofficial secret that Phantom and Danny were dating. That Phantom had Likely come back from the afterlife to protect the town his soulmate lived in. On the bright side, at least now he could confirm Danny really was his soulmate. And he knew where all those injuries were coming from.

Kon had found his soulmate.

Correction, he found his soumates

And they were already bonded to each other.

…

….so where did that leave him?

There are now two options. 

1: Kon decided that he just needs to woo both his soulmates and starts doing so both as Superboy and as Conner. Danny is very confused who these people are (because as far as he knows, he doesn’t have a soulmate, and since Kon doesn’t visibly show injury, there is no sign (unless Danny somehow injures himself in a place that is visible but he’s been trying to avoid that to make everyone worry less.)). Kon goes all out. He gets flowers, chocolates, writes poetry (whether good or not doesn’t matter) starts wooing Phantom in hero form, showing off his strength and skill whenever possible. (And unfortunately, also his dork side when he isn’t paying attention while flying) Asking to hang out, insist on paying for everything. Danny sees this tall Hunk who is paying attention to him and he doesn’t know what to do. And there are TWO OF THEM! (Also, in this version it might be funny if people suspect Danny and Phantom are dating but don’t know for sure and since they are never around each other, people might assume they just don’t know. So Sam, Tucker, and Jazz are all for Danny possibly starting a relationship with Kon along with Kon’s team who are cheering them on and trying to help the poor clone boy who has no experience with romance. Meanwhile literally everyone else in the town who likes Phantom is trying to run interference and get Danny and their hero together. 

2: The angst option. Kon decides that the fact that he has two soulmates who are together is likely a result of him being a clone. It’s not that he had someone waiting for him (how could he think someone was waiting their whole life just for him? How stupid was he?!) Kon had just hijacked a different bond. So he tries to stay away. Unfortunately, Tim had talked with Phantom while Kon was out of it so now they have started to team up. This makes avoiding him very difficult as he keeps running into Phantom. Moreover, he runs into Danny because they need him for the ghost hunting equipment. And slowly but surely, Kon falls in love with ‘both’ his soulmates but doesn’t want to get ‘between’ them. And Danny wants to know why one of his new teammates is avoiding him.

[kingofthecotas]

road to ruin (we’re starting at the end)

soulmate au, phillip island 2014, same universe as this fic | let’s call this explicit | ~2k

aka marc is having the time of his life while valentino is trying to escape the cosmic saw trap he’s invented in his head

——

Valentino wins in Australia.

That, and the champagne, does nothing to temper the twisted knot of panic that his stomach had wrenched itself into when he saw Marc sliding off the track.

It’s—

This is still new, to him.

(It’s been over a year.)

Uccio has been with him for so long that he can’t remember life without him. Marc is new, and he’s terrifying.

When Valentino had turned seventeen, he’d drunk some shitty beer and thrown up and then pressed his forehead to Uccio’s. I didn’t choose this. You’re my best friend. You can’t ever leave me.

Marc, by contrast, is sold on the romanticism of it all, of fate and destiny. He has his brother, his brother who he loves more than life itself, etched on the inside of his wrist. He’s stark on Valentino’s arm like a fresh tattoo.

The thing is—Valentino had been orbiting towards him anyway. Marc is young, talented, really fucking hot, and he looks at Valentino like a revelation. But they’d gotten too drunk in Laguna Seca last year, had fallen asleep wrapped up in each other, and woken up in the middle of the night to the marks burning into their arms like a brand.

And—how much of it was the universe telling Valentino what he should do, what he should feel?

It had stopped mattering, just for a moment, when he saw Marc’s face in the dark.

But now—

Marc is a selfish bastard. It’s gnawing a hole in Valentino’s stomach, because Marc has him. Fate reached out and dropped him into Marc’s hands without warning, without permission, and Marc still insists on riding like he’s trying to die. Like that wouldn’t half-kill Valentino too.

Marc has him. Valentino never had a chance.

He never had a choice, either.

And sometimes, somehow, it doesn’t matter, because they’re good, they’re really good. He can make Marc laugh like it’s nothing. Marc watches him, brightens when their eyes meet. Sex with Marc—he goes half-mad on it, on fucking into him with a thumb pressed on Marc’s shoulder, while Marc gasps his name into the piece of himself in Valentino’s skin in return.

Perfect. Like they were meant to be.

And then Marc will get on his bike and crash, and Valentino’s stomach will turn every time. He’ll press a fingertip into the mark, the blunt edge of a nail, and try not to think about clawing Marc out of him. It’s not fair, it’s not fucking fair: that Valentino likes him, that Marc adores him back, that they could have just fallen together without the tide-pull of being soulmates. With all the joy of choosing each other. Without the constant drumbeat of what losing him would be.

Marc being in Tavullia had been an adrenaline shot, straight to the chest. Taking him out of the familiar collage of racing, motorhomes, press rooms, podiums, and pasting him so very much in Valentino’s life—real, suddenly. All too real. Permanent soulmarks and Marc in a house Valentino calls home and forever.

Because the stars said so, or some shit like that.

——

It’s dark outside when Marc knocks on his hotel door.

He must have had a long debrief, must have spent even longer sulking, sharp and pissed off, but he smiles at Valentino and slips inside. Valentino rubs his right arm as he passes, making sure to push under his T-shirt sleeve and brush across his mark, and watches as Marc practically melts into him.

God.

“Beer?” Valentino offers when he pulls his hand away. Not really allowed, but. Well. He’s Valentino Rossi.

Marc shakes his head, face serious. Valentino would think he was punishing himself if he didn’t know how Marc is when it’s about racing. “Well done,” he offers instead.

With a sharp grin, Valentino reaches out for the bottle opener and pries his own beer open. “You were two seconds ahead.”

Smile completely gone, Marc narrows his eyes, bites the inside of his cheek, like Valentino is a journalist pushing for a punchy quote.

“You’re already the champion,” Valentino continues. He lets the words hang between them. “No need to push.”

Marc shrugs. “I still want to win.”

“Hm.” Of course he does. Valentino takes a sip. The beer is Australian, of course, and he twists his lips when he swallows. It lingers in his mouth.

“What?”

“You didn’t need to crash.”

“It’s not like I’m trying to.”

The burning pit is back in Valentino’s gut. For a second, he forgets he’s not talking to Uccio. “I didn’t ask for this, but the least you can do is not try to kill yourself every weekend.”

Marc blinks, recoils.

Too much, Valentino realises, too much, too far. Shit.

“No one asks for their soulmates,” Marc says slowly.

I bet you did. It washes over him, the shadow of it; if he didn’t know that Marc didn’t make this happen, couldn’t, any more than Valentino could stop it—if he didn’t know that—

He swallows the ghost of resentment down, because he does know that. Marc may have wanted it—clear in the way he hung on Valentino even before they found themselves twisted together, clear in the wondrous disbelief that night in California—but he could never have made this happen.

He’s watching Valentino now, something like hurt dancing in his eyes. “But you still—” He’s so young, face open and wanting. “You still want me. Right?”

“If I didn’t want you, you wouldn’t be here.”

Marc blinks again. Then he tilts his head, expression slanting into something else. “Prove it.”

And now—now they’re wrong-footed, because Marc is the one who comes to his motorhome, to his hotel room. Valentino calls; he answers. Not now.

Valentino puts the bottle down, takes him in: arms folded, jaw set, halfway across the room now. Marc narrows his eyes—come on then—and it’s two, two and a half steps to stand in front of him, to reach for him like a memory, to find, even under Honda colours, the part of Marc’s body where Valentino lives.

It works like a charm, of course, like pushing a button to say here I am. Marc inhales, loosens, and then he’s reaching too. When his thumb dances over the mark, Valentino’s eyes nearly roll back in his head.

It’s smug, Marc’s smile, as he drops his hand. He has his answer. He has Valentino.

Just like he wants. Valentino swallows. If he didn’t know better—

He almost jabs his nail into Marc’s arm this time, earning a sharp gasp for his efforts, and the Honda cap has to come off then, so he can kiss the sound out of him, so he can dig in again and feel teeth on his bottom lip for it. Marc pushes forward, hands grasping at him, and they’re back, order restored, points proven.

How could he not want this? How would he not have chosen this, if it had been up to him?

“That beer is shit,” Marc hisses into his mouth. It startles a genuine laugh out of Valentino just as the backs of his legs hit the bed and he pulls Marc down into his lap.

Marc, once again, looks satisfied at the reaction, like he’s cataloguing it. Like he still can’t believe, more than a year later, where he is.

Valentino busies himself with pulling Marc’s shirt off, which is infinitely easier than confronting that. His own shirt follows, discarded at their feet, and he looks up at Marc, presses a kiss to his soulmark.

He thinks Marc sobs, half-bitten-off and swallowed. His palm is hot when it lands on Valentino, on the mark, and holds, desperate. “Vale—”

“Mm?”

When Marc kisses him this time, it’s enough for the knot to untangle and slide away, because he’s here, he’s alive, he’s an idiot but he’s Marc, and that’s all it takes to forgive him for now.

“Happy?” Valentino murmurs.

Marc hums. Clearly, Valentino is forgiven too.

If there had been anything left of their posturing stand-off, if it hadn’t already been blown away by Marc’s devastating unspooling whimper, it would never have withstood the moan Valentino lets out when Marc slips a hand inside his waistband and leans down to scrape his teeth over soulmarked skin at the same time. It’s liquid gold, coiling through his body, starbursting behind his eyes.

They’re good together. Really fucking good.

He pulls free so he can shift up the bed until he’s against the headboard; Marc comes with him, willing, slides into the space between Valentino’s spread legs and kneels there.

“Marc,” Valentino breathes.

“Mi marca,” is what he gets back in Spanish, because—

Because.

“My Marc.” It’s the only time he comes close to allowing it to be part of him, when Marc is here in front of him, warm spun-gold breathed to life. His.

Marc’s fingers are on his dick again, moving with a purpose that tells Valentino exactly what he wants. Fine. No complaints.

He slides both thumbs around Marc’s waistband to the front of his jeans, fumbles the fucking button when he gets there. Marc cackles—yeah, haha, hilarious—and moves his hips up so Valentino can get better purchase, so he can pull denim and boxers down in the same yanking movement.

Right hand on Marc’s thigh, left one clasping his shoulder, that thumb brushing over his soulmark again and again—Marc closes his eyes, breaths shuddering out of him, and they sit in it for a long moment, on the blissful cliff edge, before Valentino squeezes his thigh, squeezes his arm, and moves his right hand to brush over Marc’s cock.

They’re good together. They’re so good.

——

Reality sometimes for Valentino is tinged with warmth and golden smiles and Marc. More often, it finds him with a cold dread at the base of his skull, even with Marc’s body twisted around his. Wound together: it’s a little on the nose. The starburst fades.

“You need to stop crashing,” Valentino says, because he can’t leave it alone, can’t turn it off. Picking at the scab.

Marc only rolls his eyes, but it’s all fizzling out like someone’s thrown the sparkler in a bucket, heat and light gone.

“I am serious. Look. Here.” He lets his hand rest on Marc’s arm, just below the shoulder.

You have a piece of my soul in your body, is what he doesn’t say. A part of me would die with you.

Their lives are not their own, after all. He swallows back a scream.

“I don’t try to crash,” Marc whispers back instead of promising anything, because he is Marc, and he will hurtle headfirst into a highside if he thinks he might win.

Valentino sighs and lets his hand drop away. Marc catches it, pushes closer until their chests are pressed together with their twined fingers in between. It’s as good of an apology as either of them are going to get.

Then Marc yawns, cracks the tension with the click of his jaw. Valentino’s sharp laugh jolts out of him, sending pulses through their bodies where they’re touching.

“Long day?”

“Long fucking day,” Marc grumbles, and he’s rolling off, out of the bed, stumbling to the bathroom.

Valentino, suddenly strung out and weary with it, cleans himself with the tissues on the nightstand, and presses the back of his head against the headboard. He’s still sitting there, sitting up with the weight of forever in his hands, when Marc emerges and climbs back into bed beside him.

“When is your flight?” Marc asks through another yawn.

“Not until the afternoon. Sleep as late as you want to.”

He doesn’t move, only shifting his right arm to let Marc curl in, head turned towards him. Towards the mark. It’s not long before he’s asleep.

And Valentino doesn’t move. His stomach knots: a familiar hurt this time, years of it.

This is—it’s forever.

Marc has him, palm of his hand. Sometimes it’s as if he doesn’t even feel it, he doesn’t know—the weight of it.

It’s almost like being seventeen again, nauseous twist in his stomach, shit beer staining his tongue. I didn’t choose this, he tells Uccio in his memory. I couldn’t choose this, he cries to the uncaring night.

Valentino doesn’t move, but Marc does, tucks his head further in, nose catching the mark and sending warmth flooding through Valentino’s veins. In return, he drags his knuckles over Marc’s arm, smiling despite himself at the content, deep-sleep sigh.

I wish I had.

[manynarrators]

IWTV Soulmate AU (but circumstances are taken into account because even the universe isn’t omnipotent)

Arun is born with a girl’s first words to him. She dies a few years when an illness rolls through town— the words die with her. In Venice, he hopes desperately for Marius’s first words to appear. They never do.

Lestat and Nicki are born with each other’s first words. Nicki loses them the night Lestat is dragged from their bed by Magnus (Armand gains Lestat’s at the same time. Lestat won’t notice until weeks later that he has Armand’s). Some four years into the existence of the theatre, Armand will find out Nicki lost them, and they’ll both have to exist with the knowledge that Armand still has them, even if they all sort of expected them to vanish when Lestat left Paris.

Louis gains Lestat’s words to him the night, unbeknown to him, that Lestat decides to sail to America. (Lestat only gets Louis’ when he stops in New Orleans). Louis gains a second set when he and Claudia’s plot to kill Lestat comes into existence. Armand gains Louis’ that night too.

Claudia gains hers that same night. Somewhere in France, Madeleine gains her soulmark the night she sleeps with the soldier, but they’re not his words to her.

Daniel Molloy doesn’t have any until he chooses to go to Polynesian Mary’s instead of his second choice. Louis gets them at the same time.

Daniel gains Lestat and Armand’s the moment he decides to go home with Louis but won’t realize that for another two weeks. He has three, and when he meets Alice she has none. Daniel’s don’t vanish even when he sort of wishes they would.

He won’t meet Lestat for decades, but the ball is set in motion that night in 1973 regardless. (He’s going to wonder about “so you’re the one who wrote the book” for a long time before the question of which book is ever answered).

Armand gains the first words of Daniel Molloy on his skin sometime in that week in the house on Divisadero. Lestat gets Daniel’s words last, and it’s the night Daniel is turned.

Louis half expects Armand’s to vanish the night their relationship falls apart in Dubai but it doesn’t.

[were-wolverine]

listen. usually i’m all about saying ‘fuck canon’ and doing whatever i want, yk?

but like. kataang is just SO GOOD !! THEYRE SO CUTE AND THEY BUILD UP THE RELATIONSHIP THROUGHOUT THE SEASONS AND THEYRE JUST PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER!!!

they are like percabeth-level soulmates. my favs fr

[tennessoui]

silly soulmate au where everyone has the first words their soulmate said to them on their body somewhere and anakin’s are “excuse me sir, your shoelaces are untied” so he walks around with his shoes untied as a way of trying to bait life into giving him his soulmate

But one day he’s like super done with it and cranky after a bad day and someone taps his shoulder while he’s waiting at a crosswalk and says “excuse me sir your shoelaces are untied” and anakin snaps “your shoelaces are untied”

and obi-wan “afraid to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known enough to be loved” kenobi says “I’m not wearing shoelaces” kinda flabbergasted because he’s spent like 30 years wearing untieable shoes so no one can ever tell him “your shoelaces are untied” only to be thwarted by a beautiful, aggressive soulmate of a stranger

[realmothchu]

the way i see wolfstar is that they either were together during the war but don’t rekindle the relationship when they reunite in ‘94 OR they both harbored feelings for the other but were too repressed (and busy with a fucking WAR) to recognize/act on them and when they meet again it’s like a second chance at staring something.

but like… i can’t see remus continuing the relationship in the 90s if they were already together by ‘81. he’s been there, done that, got hurt, and now he just wants to move on. remus has had 12 to grown up and forget, i don’t think he would fall back into sirius’ arms so easily. and while sirius may be innocent, and he’s glad for it! he still thought remus was the spy and that’s not a hurt remus can so easily forgive, especially now that they’re caught up in another war. and poor sirius is still stuck in the past in love with his moony and doesn’t understand why they can’t just pick where they left off...

[only-one-brain-cell]

I MISSED SPENCER AND PENELOPE WORKING TOGETHER

Emily: well leave you to it

Spencer: let’s start with E

Pen: are you flirting with me?

Spence: 🤨

Pen: cause E happens to be my favourite vowel

[adriancatrin]

i’m over the whole concept of wips. be done already. get out of my head

[sparky-is-spiders]

Normally meh about soulmate aus but I think a Jonsasha au where they aren’t originally each other’s soulmates until they both start becoming the Archivist. They make themselves the other’s soulmate without even meaning to. There is no one else who could understand them. Soulmates because they are two halves of one monster. The Archivist is only complete when they work together. When they become one mind in two bodies. By the time the world ends their soulmate marks have already been warped beyond anything that could be understood as a soulmate mark by most.

[wow-an-unfunny-joke]

I don’t like hanahaki disease for the same reason I don’t like soulmates. It removes the choice. All the love and feelings feel instantly dampened by the lack of choice. I mean I get that with hanahaki disease there is technically a choice, but “love me back or I’ll die” isn’t really a choice, and the other options aren’t much better either

“Either you love me back or I loose the ability to love/ loose all my feelings for you/ forget about you entirely”

“Love me back or I’ll live with this chronic illness forever”

These aren’t good alternatives, if still feels forced and one sided

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Reblog for sample :)

[borealwrites]

Angsty soulmate AU idea:

1. The words on your wrist are from the thing your soulmate says that hurts you the most

2. Your soulmark is invisible to your soulmate, and some people don’t have soulmarks

3. Your soulmate was the person who killed/betrayed you in your previous life and when you touch all the memories come back

4. You only know you have a soulmate when they die

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Obsessed with this concept actually

[hawnks]

what do i have to give u to write a sadistic prompt based on gojo's "you crying?" line. i have many things

I would NEVER write sadistic gojo; I cannot let him WIN

This man is the ENEMY