#soulmate reunion

[churaloma]

Can we talk about this moment? When they agree and then make this significant eye contact? I'm in tears.

[agalychnisspranneusroseus]

Sashannarcy Soulmates AU but soulmates aren't a thing on Earth, only in Amphibia. Or rather, on Earth there's nothing that indicates soulmatehood(? but on Amphibia there is: you feel your soulmate's pain, and the more they love you, the more you feel it.

So the girls have been soulmates since forever, obviously, but their ability to notice it only came when they landed in Amphibia. Anne and Sasha wake up feeling sore and limping when Marcy breaks her leg. Sasha and Marcy gasp and hold their right arms when the tax toads strike Anne. Both Anne and Marcy feel the right side of their faces burning when Anne cuts Sasha, and her heart breaks because it's only now that the realization hits her.

Both Anne and Sasha scream in pain when Marcy is killed. They wake up in cold sweat holding their heads when she's brought back wrong. And the long slash up Sasha's spine is what makes Darcy falter, body twitching in pain as it remembered that it belonged to someone that Sasha loved.

It's a dangerous thing: loving someone means hurting them, but you can't really help it, can you? Your only option is being careful.

Cue Anne waking up every day feeling like she was beaten up in her sleep after Marcy fell down the stairs again and Sasha hurt herself sparring/training with Grime and Hop Pop just says "huh, that soulmate of yours looks like he keeps getting himself into trouble", much to Anne's shock that 1) Hop Pop thinks she likes boys 2) There are soulmates in Amphibia 3) he assumed she knew what soulmates are.

[oplishin]

do you ever think about how seth called dean his wrestling soulmate, and mox described seth as "synonymous with me as a partner and one of my greatest opponents" and now it's been almost 5 years since their last match together. do you ever think about how mox's shadow looms over seth and roman's entire 2022 feud, and how mox to this day still does seth's curb stomp sometimes. do you ever think

[dent-de-leon]

lying on the ground. Do you ever think about the fact that Molly let the rest of the circus believe he spent every night at the brothel, when in actuality "choir practice" is just him nearly getting himself killed bleeding for people who will never thank him? How he's grieving his dead partner just as much as Yasha--how he only started choir practice after Lestera was gone, like he didn't really care whether he lived or died after that?

Do you ever just think about Molly and Caleb and their matching scars and broken hearts and all the lies they prefer to just let people believe. Do you think about Molly being lonely and grieving still and wanting so badly to just be with somebody. "Suppose I could use the company, I am recently out of a relationship the hard way..." And immediately falling for Caleb Widowgast, who loathes himself so deeply, who believes he is selfish and a coward and, "I...broke, a bit."

Mollymauk telling Lucien, "That's not how we are, Lucien. We love broken things the most." Letting Lucien see his memory of Caleb as, "softness and light," aching for this other soul who feels just as lost and lonely as him--

[rancidsugar]

A gift for @jedi-nurse 🥰

[wangxianficrecs]

💙 when you say nothing at all by sysrae

💙 when you say nothing at all

by sysrae (@fozmeadows)

T, 4k, Wangxian

Summary: Wei Ying tips his head to indicate the roped-off room. “What’s going on over there?” “Oh!” Mo Xuanyu brightens. “We’re hosting a performance artist, one day only. His name’s Hanguang-Jun.” Kay's comments: This story never fails to gut me. Inspired by performance art of Marina Abramovic ("The Reunion of Lovers") where she reunited with her former lover Ulay. In this story, it's Lan Wangji being a performance artist under the pseudonym of Hanguang-Jun and without having planned it, him and Wei Wuxian reunite during one performance, still very much in sync and able to read each other's emotions. My heart aches for them, so much. This is beautifully written. Excerpt: Gelatinous minutes tick by until, with what feels like a dreamlike slowness, the guard ushers Wei Ying forwards. Stepping through the curtain, he looks around slowly: a scatter of people stand nearby in the roped-off viewing area, some looking at the art, but most not. Nobody speaks; there’s only the music, gentle and longing as Wei Ying turns, finally, to take his first look at Hanguang-Jun – Wei Ying freezes. Thinks, for one jarring moment, that he’s hallucinating; that he’s finally lost his mind. But no: the man sitting before him, dressed in flowing robes of white and pale blue, his long hair kept half up in an antique silver guan with a ribbon across his perfect forehead – the man staring back at him with wild disbelief, lips parted in shock; the man whose working name is evidently Hanguang-Jun – is Lan Zhan, his Lan Zhan, and the utter impossibility of it shatters Wei Ying’s heart into a million different pieces. He wants to speak, but he has no words; almost chokes on hysterical laughter when he remembers that he isn���t actually meant to speak. He staggers to the empty chair and sits because the alternative is falling down, but has barely taken the weight off his feet before Lan Zhan is rising, gliding over to stand beside him, staring down with those brown-gold eyes, the exact shade of which Wei Ying has tried a hundred, a thousand times to capture in ink without ever quite succeeding –

pov wei wuxian, modern setting, modern no powers, past sex work, past homelessness, jiang family dynamics, yu ziyuan being an asshole, artist lan wangji, tattoo artist wei wuxian, emotional hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, getting together, reunions, soulmates, mutual pining

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[baeshijima]

bitches will still be crying over the high-cloud quintet at 2 am months later and never get over them

its me. im bitches.

[narwhalandchill]

oh my fucking god i feel. SO stupid rn at How i didnt make the (super sane very normal just absolutely. Yes. Surely) connection earlier but uhh

so anyway im now like 89% certain that whatever the "traces" of the narwhal that remain on ajax and facilitate their (ever-growing) innate connection are like. an actually fundamental aspect of it (them?) more or less.

why? because if you consider its pov just for a moment. the narwhal was literally about to depart teyvat for good. it had nearly finished consuming the primordial sea and preparing to breach surface to finish the job by eating the french for the leftovers their human bodies were made from. its an interstellar voyager it does not linger on planets it devours. it goes glug glug and it leaves.

and like if it wasnt for traveler intervening its confirmed through narzissenkreuz and renes world formula that teyvat wouldve just been destroyed. no one could have stopped the narwhal not neuvillette not focalors not anyone.

so what was the one other thing it did right before going for that french brunch? calling for ajax. getting them reunited in the primordial sea. like all the possible implications aside bc theres many different ways to speculate on the exact reasons why and the nature of that link. the point remains.

it wasnt leaving teyvat without finding him.

like the narwhal is about to fucking Dip from this cringe planet and whatever part of it that ajax carries within himself his narwhal Absolutely wanted to be reunited with. what the fuck am i supposed to read from that. hoyo???????!??! answers?!?!?!

and its not only the calling from the narwhal side itself either bc this is ALL coinciding with the growth of a 'restless power' within ajax and his vision malfunctioning (the things celestia is literally confirmed to harvest energy thru to repair its damaged authority) and his connection with the narwhal reaching an actual conscious level (arguably subconscious n emotional too bc i find it Curious his mood is poor right as the narwhal is repeatedly described as positively malding to the point its boss fight mechanic is literally a rage meter). ajax' power is growing. his destiny is starting to shift and something is drawing him to fontaine... right as the narwhal is getting close to finished with the primordial sea. funny how it overlaps eh. how it aligns 🤨🤨 why are they orbiting each other like this (they should kiss)

(& not to even Mention how ajax just Happened to get that absolutely exponential and borderline unbelievable feat of power spike in extending his foul legacy endurance as massively as he did. while. within the primordial sea. with his narwhal. who had at that point all but incorporated the power of that sea into itself. i s2g if childe was getting passive home turf co-op bonus exp with a 4x multiplier automatically the whole 40+ days 💀💀)

[admrlthundrbolt]

Centuries (Jeepers Creepers x Chubby Reader)

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There wasn't a force in this universe that could keep them apart. Not as their souls melded together in a time of desperation. Now they were destined to always seek out their other half.

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Hey guys, I'm back at it again. This is a bit of an experiment with a new writing style. But it was something that I thought would work well with The Creeper. Especially since the only way, I think, you could have any sort of established with him is reincarnation or immortality. So I picked what I thought would be a fun challenge to write.

Also with reincarnation I thought gender neutral would be the way to go. Because there's no guarantee what you may come back as.

Hope you enjoy.

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Wiping the back of your hand across your sweaty forehead, you sighed. If the recent moved hadn't worn you completely out, then unpacking was really doing you in. Deciding you had earned yourself a lunch break. You made your way to the barely stocked kitchen. Still you had cheese and bread, so that meant a grilled cheese was possible. As you went about making it, you couldn't help but laugh hollowly. You weren't sure what had influenced you to make the move. Only that you had never felt such a pull in your entire life. It was maddening how the want, no need to move into this middle of nowhere town was. Even as you thought about it, you felt happier than you had in a while. A mysterious warmth filling your chest.

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Looking around at the state of the village you wanted to scream. The smoke burned your eyes and seared your lungs. It wasn't enough for them to kill and pillage. No they left destruction and hopelessness in their wake. An army from the underworld with no remorse.

Moving quietly, you stalked your way to the healers quarters. If there was a chance of survival it was there. You would do whatever it took to save your people….

Jerking awake, you sat up quickly from your bed. Eyes blurry as you search the room. It was as unfamiliar as the place you had been in your dream. But seeing a few familiar item scattered around the room reassured you.

Flopping back onto the plush surface you breath deeply. Trying to get your heart beat under control, your eyes slid shut. Shifting to your plush side, you squinted as the sun fell upon your gaze. Glaring at the much to short curtains you sighed. Taking this as a sign to get up. You lazily made your way to the bathroom.

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He took in the crisp night air. It hadn't been so long since his reawakening. Though the time between each cycle was of little notice. The only time that mattered was the 23 days he spent hunting.

Taking in his surroundings, he shot through the corn field. It was an ideal place to start. His ears picked up the occasional mouse. Thinking that a quick snack wouldn't hurt, he took to all four limbs. Darting towards the closest hint of fear.

There was a part of him that felt as if feeding was the least important thing oddly.

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You shivered in the cold night air. Something felt different tonight. Your heart would pick up pace randomly. Not to mention the strange craving for rare meat.

Pulling the robe draped around you closer to your full form. You turned from the yard. Only to twitch back as a sudden noise rang out into the darkness. Eyes squinting into the night, you frantically searched. The chirps of crickets were what met your ears. Shaking your head at the skittishness, you walked back into the house.

Deciding it was time to head to bed. You hoped for a peaceful night's rest. Something that seemed rare these days.

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His nostrils flared and his pace picked up. Head tilting towards the whimpers of the man. He had happened across the sweet smell of proper prey. The man had something he wanted. A deep burn fill his stomach and he wouldn't stop until he took what belonged to him.

It took less time than he belived it would. Usually the athletic one cause more of a ruckus. But confidence also came with the downfall of hubris. Their strengths becoming a flaw in the end. Feasting upon his lungs was breath taking. His chest filling like it hadn't in years. Pulling in lung fulls of air, he paused.

Taking in a new scent on the breeze. He was surprised that he hadn't caught it before. Perhaps he had the new power of his lungs to thank. No matter, he would find them sooner or later. He would make sure of it.

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You had finally made it to the healers dwelling. It had taken longer than you would have liked to reach it. Seeming to be miles from your own home. But you had to be cautious around the intruders. Checking you hadn't been followed, you began a frantic search. Looking for anything that could help the wounded. If you didn't hurry those numbers would dwindle quickly.

Grabing a nearby bag, you gathered salves and wrappings. As you reached for jars of herbs something shifted. A book, that was an odd color. Sliding it from behind the assortment of ingredients you cringed at the texture of it. Almost reminding you of sunburnt skin.

You knew that you shouldn't be taking your time with this book. But there was something so compelling about it. An unexplainable draw, that kept you from putting it down. Flipping it over you examined it closer. Only to have your eyes widen as a singular orb stared back at you….

Eyes shooting open, you clutched the sheets below you. Trying to remind yourself it was just a dream. It wasn’t real and you were safe. And you did feel safe, even if you weren’t truly sure of the reason why.

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He was getting close. It would only be a matter of time before he found that irresistible scent. It was so familiar and yet he couldn't quite place it. All he knew was he had to find it, quickly.

Though as he found a small group of people drinking deep in the woods. He discovered that there was something he needed from the gathering. Creeping closer, he took in deep breaths. Snorting at the lack of fear, he made his presence known.

The screams that insused was music to his ears. Taking in the delectable scent of their hysteria, he shot out. A few smells mingled together. It seemed he would need to check each one of them personally. A wicked grin took over his expression as he grabbed a trusty throwing star from his pocket.

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As a wave of dizziness overcame you. Causing you to rest a full hip against a kitchen counter. It was overwhelming, it was as if you had a pressure on top of you. Colasping to your knees, vision fading to black….

Heart racing, it felt as if it would hammer right out of your chest. As your gaze stayed on the eye of the book, you gasped. Swearing that the eye blinked, you swung the cover back forwards.

Something was compelling you to open it. Even with your fellow villagers safety in mind. This book was more important. Caressing the tome with your soft hands, you delicately open the cover. Flipping through the pages, you saw macabre images. Sacrifices of heavy consequences and anatomy of creatures you had never heard of. Your fingers flew through the pages, seeming to know where they were headed. Until you came upon the image of a scaled and winged being. The creature was magnificent, unlike anything you could have dreamed of. It's skin was dark and features strong. Your gaze hungrily took in any detail they could.

Shifting to the next page, you greedily read what was written. The creature was a hunter, a warrior, and godly. It was written that there was a way to summon the being. Desperation clouding your mind, you acted without hesitation. Finding the first sharp object nearby, you snatched it up. Raking it across your palm and slammed it into the book.

Your hand became white hot and vision faded to darkness….

A loud knock brought you back to consciousness. As your eyes slide open you were taken aback. Somehow the dream was overlapping with you current vision. The two intermingled in a way that left your mind spinning.

The banging at the door was getting more insistent. Getting up, on unsteady legs, you made your way over. Twisting the knob, you were suddenly pushed aside as a man forced his way in. Though this wasn't the only reason you were taken aback. One moment the man was wearing modern clothing. Then in a blink he was donned in ancient armor. It was a jarring experience.

You sat in the doorway as the man yelled at you to run. Taking in his rumpled appearance, the torn clothes and bloody head wound. But it was hard to focus as he kept switching images. Seeing he was getting nowhere with you, he pointed outside.

You swung your gaze towards what the man was screaming about. Everything suddenly came into sharp focus. There he was, the creature from your dreams, no memories. Standing up, you shakily made you way towards him. Each step brought a new recollection to your mind. The beast flying through your village taking out the invading forces. Another step brought images of witches being saved from pires by a winged scaled creature. Within arms reach you had a vision of heavy breathing and close embrace.

His breathe caught, you were back. The soul that had been intertwined with his soared. Your soft body was within reach of his own. Fingers twitching at the thought of having your supple form in his hold again. It had been many hunting seasons since your last reincarnation. He would not wait to enjoy your company any longer. You belonged to each other. He would make sure to stay by your side.

As you stepped in front of him you leaned forward without hesitation. Their grasp was as welcoming as always. Your warmth spread through him in a comforting manner. Leaning forward he took in your heavenly scent. Savoring the taste of it on his tounge. You felt that enclosed in his arms was the place you were meant to be. Bringing your hand to the creature's chest, you warmed as he copied the gesture. Jolting forward you captured his copper laced lips with your own. He met your kiss fiercely, your knees almost buckling at the passion. His clawed hand running a searing path down your plush arm. Making goosebumps cover your flesh and a shiver travel through you.

Another scream tore through the night as you parted. Turning towards the man who forced his way into your home. A profane grin broke out on the both of your faces. It was time to return to the hunt.

[tweedfrog]

"We cut Nettles and gave her plot to Rhaena" Your show fell out of a coconut tree. Your characters do not exist in the context of all in which they live and what came before them

[lawsofchaos1]

Promptlet: Soulmate AU

I'm a sucker for AUs where Magnus is much, much older than he lets on. What if he was born pre-Gregorian calendar and a person's soulmate mark is based on how their soulmate would know their birthday, not the way the marked person's culture would know it as?

So, Alec's mark says something like 'the second moon in the fifth summer of Aethelred's reign' or 'when the Hunter was bright in the Eastern sky', and Alec realizes this mark means his soulmate was born over a thousand years ago in the part of the world that would later become Indonesia.

There is absolutely nothing more important to Alec than his future soulmate, and Alec plans most of his life around making sure he's enough for his soulmate. (Which, ouchie, but that's another story.)

Thus, Alec learns everything he possibly can about 3rd century Indonesia, becoming one of like seven people in the world fluent in the ancient austronesian language of the Srivijaya people - the other six are all grad students or professors in the tiny field where Alec becomes a regular curiosity at their annual conferences and literally every one of the ... say... 100 or so people in their rather insular group all have these just absolutely wild pet theories for the young, tattooed obviously highly ranked soldier (it's very clear he's used to being in command) that comes every year to practice his language skills and listen silently to every single presentation like he's trying to memorize it.

One year Alec comes to the conference shortly after a particularly vicious battle and his arm is still in a sling from a venomous bite wound that has to heal the mundane way and all the other attendees are high key worried about their favorite soldier. Alec doesn't know what to do with all these people being so solicitous and worried and hovering because that is not usually 'A Thing' when a Shadowhunter is injured as Alec is. It's just a scratch, really!

And then one year, Alec comes to the conference absolutely beaming, and he has an extraordinarily flamboyant and charming man (who is clearly of Indonesian ancestry) on his arm and Alec can barely take his eyes off of him. He happily brings Magnus to the annual dinner that's become tradition for the seven of them that speak the language and, to their shock, Alec's partner is even more fluent than they are!

And then Alec's closest friend from the conference (and Alec is slightly surprised when he realizes they're all definitely his friends, because he usually doesn't make those easily) has a wife that gets turned into a werewolf by accident.

Alec has an alert set up to notify him if certain names ever comes across the Clave's interest and so it's Alec and Magnus who portal to Professor Calter's house and explain to Peter and his wife, Laura, about the Shadow World. Peter and Laura later come to their wedding and Peter almost makes Magnus cry by reading aloud an ancient blessing he'd found for the occasion, one Magnus had almost forgotten.

[petrenocka]

Hot take, but War Without Reason is way more romantic then any of the OSTs that have anything to do with Gabriel.

[corvase]

highschool reunion prompts

feel free to use:)

“it’s good to see you. really good.”

did they keep in touch? why or why not?

“i missed you.”

“how’s life?” “shut up we talked yesterday.”

they see each other and still call each other by their nicknames or whatever

“hey remember when you—” “i don’t care if you’re 17 or 37 i can and will throw you off the roof if you tell anyone about that.”

one like “are there drinks?” and the other two look at each other and one passes the other a twenty like “i told you she couldn’t last five minutes”

“this is my kid.” “OH MY GOSH SHES SO CUTE?????? NO WAY THATS YOURS YOU LOOK LIKE A GOBLIN”

if one of them was going through somethifn back in high school, the other could be like “i’m happy for you. i’m sorry i couldn’t do more back then.”

“you’re just as short as the last time i saw you.” “am i short or are you slenderman?”

[getvalentined]

One set of wings. Complete, but only together.

[macverse]

Whether or not you want to spend the day with Steve, with Chris or with Justin I've got you covered. Click below to snuggle up with your fictional beau for the day. Pick your fic: Warnings Key: G - General, M - Mature 18+, ! - Sensitive Content

5 am & a Wake Up - M It's 5 am and you don't want to get out of bed. Chris doesn't want you to get up either. [link]

Backstage Pass - M Some people dream of waking up to find out that they've become famous overnight. One morning, you wake up to find that you've become famous for all the wrong reasons and it is all because of someone more famous than you've ever dreamt of becoming. [link]

Protection - ! A story told by two: JC fails to protect the thing that means the most to him but Justin does not [link]

Inked - M You wouldn't call it an obsession but Chris' tattoos do something to you [link]

What You Know - M You know you love Chris. You know you've been feeling sad. You know you can't keep feeling like this. What you don't know is if you are strong enough to say what you need to say in order to walk away. [link]

What You Can See Now - M In the span of time between your leaving LA and now, you've questioned whether or not it had been the correct decision to break up with Chris. Things hadn't been what you expected. It made you wonder if things with Chris had really been all that bad. It made you wonder if it had all been a misunderstanding. Could you change your mind? Could you and Chris be together again? You've questioned your decisions that day almost every moment of every day until today, until what you can see in front of you now. [link]

What You Hope You Can Change - M Chris wants you back but doesn't know if he deserves you. He sees how much he's ruined everything. He wants you to be happy, but it hurts to let you go. [link]

Mi Amante - G You and Chris haven’t been together for very long but you know you both want things to last. You both don’t usually have any problems talking about your feelings with each other. Something about this recent hurdle is stopping the both of you from opening up to each other. [link]

Yuletide - M It's Christmas and you finally have time alone with your super soldier [link]

My Bloody Noghts with Mr. Evans - ! M By the end of the evening, the haphazardly spilled bloody mary wasn't the only thing staining the table linens a deep red. [link]

Thirst - M You may have teased Chris just a bit too far and now you have to pay for it. Not that you're complaining. [link]

[fredandginger64]

One thing I’ve noticed is the initial awkwardness but watch Dean just go around Frank and right into Jerry’s arms and it seems it’s right where he wanted to be. Frank had to keep pulling his attention away from Jerry and had to practically pull him off stage, he just kept walking towards Jerry. He even blew him kisses. Dean loved his Jer that’s for sure. Actions speak louder than words