#soulword

[alyakthedorklord]

Dead on Main Soulmate AU

First words your soulmate says to you are written on your skin. Jason didn’t understand his for a long time- it looks like an insult, but he has absolutely no idea what it means, both before and after his death.

Eventually, it starts to make a slight bit more sense as Trendy Lingo advanced, and he hears Steph and Tim and some other teens using something similar. Still, he doesn’t understand why they’re said, and so Jason is completely unprepared for when he’s approached randomly by some guy while walking down the street after a particularly violent pit rage.

“Sir, your vibes are rancid.”

Jason freezes. The pit writhes in offense, because what the fuck, but at the same time his heart is beating out of his chest, because what the fuck?

“Oh ancients that sounded rude.” The guy says, eyes widening like he can’t believe he said that. “I mean- I just- are you okay? You don’t feel okay. You feel really, really sick, like your soul got marinated in corrupted ecto, and do you want help?”

Jason keeps staring. The guy is cute, dark hair and blue eyes that seem just a bit too bright to be human, freckles disappearing behind an embarrassed flush.

“I don’t want to overstep, because you’re giving off a whole lot of “fuck off don’t talk to me”, but I didn’t wanna just ignore you because I’m pretty sure a lot of the anger and bad vibes are coming from the corrupted stuff and I’m pretty sure I can help with that? If you don’t want help just tell me to fuck off or punch me in the face and I’ll leave but-”

The stranger takes a nervous step away, and Jason lunges forwards before he can think, everything in him rebelling at the thought of his soulmate leaving, from his own thoughts to the pits themselves.

“Please don’t leave.” He gasps, hands squeezed tight to his soulmates arm despite the twinge of pain from his bloodied knuckles. His soulmate’s eyes widen in shock, mouth dropped open, before he breaks into a bright, amazed grin.

“I won’t, I promise.” His soulmate says, reaching up to hold onto Jason’s arms in turn. His touch is cold, even through Jason’s jacket. “I’m staying right here.”

Jason leans into the touch, sagging with relief. He can feel the pits receding, the anger and pain and fear fading as his soulmate gently runs his hand over his back.

He feels, for the first time in a long time, at peace.

“…seriously though, wtf happened to you, you reek of bad death juice.”

[acowardinmordor]

Something about not-everyone-has soulmate words and Steve’s say ‘Mr Harrington’ on his collarbone and he hears that a thousand times a day now that he’s touring as a pop star. Eddie, who comes in as a replacement guitar guy - not playing, just swapping Steve’s guitars, tuning, restringing - and on their first meeting, Steve is exhausted, pissy, and his bodyguard let him get ambushed by three different fake-soulword fans.

“Mr Harrington”

“You better not say you’re my soulmate, I think I’d actually throw myself into traffic”

And even if Steve has managed to hold onto a bit of romantic optimism, Eddie has had those words on his ribs all his life, so he’s always known his soulmate didn’t want him.

[mihawkhugs]

peach shampoo

haikyuu | miya atsumu x reader | soulwords

a/n : i'm sorry in advance i think?

Miya Atsumu couldn't help but stare at the champagne coloured bottle of shampoo, that sat quietly against the pristine white shelves of the store. The familiar label, the adorable butt shape he used to tease you about, the smell of peach that reminded him of you, it was all nothing but bitter memories now. 

As he picked up the bottle, he couldn't help but rub the soul words on his wrist. What was once coloured a beautiful ebony, had faded into a murky grey, looking lifeless, looking sick, looking gone. As he puts the shampoo into his cart, Miya Atsumu can't help but think of you, of your laugh, of your smile, of your patience and kindness, of your 4, almost 5 years together. 

He can't help but muse, almost dazedly, about how things seemed to end so quickly, and how your blissful times seemed to end so suddenly. 

All because of him. 

Habits are a terrifying thing. You've become so ingrained into every aspect of his life so subtly, that your departure had him feeling frustrated, upset, and most of all, terrified at how deep he had fallen. 

He couldn't fall asleep at night anymore, not when the bed felt so empty, so cold, so alone. Not when there's no one there to entangle themselves with him, stroking his hair, mumbling his name, smelling of peaches and of home. 

Sometimes, at his games, whenever he did a particularly nasty serve, Miya Atsumu jumps for joy, looking for you in the crowds to boast about. But you didn't watch his games anymore, you didn't even come. And Miya Atsumu couldn't help but feel so alone, despite his thousands of fans cheering for him, and his team mates beside him, rejoicing in their win.

He never knew that cheers could make him feel so lonely when they weren't yours. 

When he comes home, Atsumu can't help but anticipate your voice, soft, sleepy and full of love and warmth, calling out to him, "Welcome home Tsumu." He used to be annoyed with your greetings, feeling tired and grumpy from a whole day of training. Your questions bothered him, your tone annoyed him, and he'd give you a look so cold, said words so mean, that hell could have frozen over, and the Devil would have cried. 

But you would always come back even when he apologised half-heartedly, or not at all,  claiming you should have know to give him space, to be less clingy, to be less you. And you'd smile, with sun in your eyes, and peaches on your hair, and you'd forgive him, and come back. He thought he knew you, and was sure you would return. It was just a matter of waiting for you.

You always came back, again and again, until one day, you didn't. And his home, had never seemed so cold before. 

Your little lamps, figurines, drawings were all still in his house. When you left his life, you didn't leave everything behind, leaving behind shards and fragments of you. Your pillow still smelt faintly of your peachy scent, your workplace remained untouched, and your plants were left behind, wilting a little despite Atsumu trying his best to take good care of them. 

He missed seeing your peach shaped (or as he used to say, butt shaped) shampoo in his bathroom, which had unknowingly become a scent that he was so fond of. He missed seeing you on your desk, small hands typing slowly on your keyboard, with the most adorable focused face on earth. He missed seeing your warm smile, that made him feel like he had eaten his grandmother's cooking again. He missed hearing your laugh, they way your snorted, the way your right eye crinkled more than your left, they way your dimples would flash. 

Too bad he didn't miss them soon enough. 

Sometimes he'd remember you, sitting on your couch, gently touching your soul words, as though they were the most fragile thing on earth. You believed in love, so so much, despite growing up in a broken household. You had loved him the way you loved your cat, the way you loved your books, the way you loved life.  You treated him as though he was the most precious thing on earth, giving him undivided love and care, kissing him softly on his forehead, just as you had wished your parents had done for you. You loved, you learnt to love, because the world did not love you, and you would rather die that have anyone grow up loveless, cold. 

But Miya Atsumu didn't believe in love. Not when he had girls throwing themselves at him, not when he was praised as the best setter in Japan. He would make snide comments about your weight, your clothes, the was you smiled, the way you talked. He was the best of the best, the cream of the crop, and to his disdain and disgust, you didn't fit into his expectations of a soulmate. So he sought out love in other places, in other people, who he believed was better, while you waited for him, at hime in the dark, oh so very alone. 

Miya Atsumu thought he had it all (thought he deserved better), until he didn't. 

As he walked through the aisles in the store, Miya Atsumu can't help but remember the day you left. 

Your once chubby cheeks had looked gaunt, and you had looked so tired, dressed messily in your peach pink shirt, and your grey sweatpants. You had a cooling pad pasted against your head, and you looked messy, and not the picture perfect fiancé he wanted you to be. 

As you were about to leave the house, Miya Atsumu had stopped you, eyes looking up and down critically against your figure, nose scrunching in distaste. He had snidely commented on you, comparing you to the beautiful blonde model who had followed him on his Instagram page. 

"You look so ugly. Why did I get stuck with you as my soulmate?"

 If Atsumu had looked up from his phone, he would have seen your face crumple and fall, heard your heart finally shatter after being hurt again, seen the exhaustion in your eyes, the bitterness and jaded look he had once seen on your divorced parents. As you hesitantly twisted your engagement ring, you left the house quietly, returning later on, with steely determination. 

But of course, Miya Atsumu didn't notice as usual, because he was too busy chatting up the hot blonde model, who had DM'ed him, showering her in compliments, sending her flirty comments. He seemed to be able to love everyone, but yourself. 

When you had returned, he was in bed, still on his phone, ignoring you as you slipped in quietly, feeling cold despite being in a heated room, with the supposed love of your life beside you.

You had taken of your ring for the first time, placing it on the dresser, placing it down alongside your hopes and dream about a kind lover, about a beautiful love, and a happy wedding. You placed down your hopes and dreams about love, and something seemed to ache so bad in your chest. 

You had turned, and smiled at Atsumu, as soft and kind as the first day you both met in high school. Your tone was as warm as usual, but what came out of your mouth was bitter, was simmering with rage, and the grief of a broken heart, and a soulmate who was never really yours. 

"You know what Atsumu? You were right, just like you always are. Love doesn't exist."

He had ignored your words, and you couldn't help but smile wistfully, looking at your soulmate who was texting someone, and what you both could have been. 

When Atsumu had come back at night the next day for training, you were gone, leaving only your non-essentials behind. He had waited for you to come back, like you always did, like he knew you would, but you never did. 

And while his house was empty, his heart felt lonelier than ever, loosing someone he never knew had become precious to him.

All that remained that night was the scent of peaches and regret. 

Miya Atsumu placed the newly bought shampoo in his bathroom, in the spot where you used to put it, "Right beside yours so we're always together!", you'd proclaim.

As he took a shower before laying in bed, admiring his new soft and scented hair, he can't help but look at the barren spot where you used to lay, reaching out for one of the plushies he had won for you, that you had cruelly left behind. 

And tonight, he prayed that the smell of peaches, would overpower the scent and ache of loneliness in his home, because you were gone, and never coming back.

[tofuingho]

One last soulmate AU and then I think I’m done:

Inspired by Darcy’s Dinosaurs by Stella_Malodi on AO3.

In a universe where the first thing your soulmate says to you is written somewhere on your body.

Danny has really weird soulmate words and everyone keeps saying them. I’m thinking “Is that a thermos?” or “You do know you’re glowing, right?”.

Even before his accident, a handful of people have said his words (Tucker, Sam, and Jazz). Maybe platonic soulmates are a thing? I loved the idea of “The Platonic Soulmate Poke Test” from Stella_Malodi’s fic.

But, more likely, every time Danny hears someone say his words, he says something crazy back. Like in those fics where someone has generic soulwords.

[angstymdzsthoughts]

Soulmate AU where a person's "Soulwords" are the last thing their Soulmate says to them.

LWJ, depending on continuity, has either "Go away/Get lost" or "Lan Zhan, let me go" on his wrist

[lovesick-ritz]

I mainly read platonic soulmates soooo

U put Hanahaki over soulmate??? 😭😭 divorce /j

SAYS THE ANGST CONNOISSEUR!!!! Jk I know you don't read Hanahaki.

And it was because of the specific type, you dingus! /j /lh

[multiplicity-positivity]

Hii hope you&'re having a good day/night! Here's the thing uhm, one of our sysmates really likes Judaism and wants to convert; however the body isn't Jewish and conversions are finicky in our country, not to mention not free and we're disabled and unemployed... It's only them; not all of us. We were wondering if any Jewish system can help us on what to do responding on this post as we're unsure on going off anon out of fear of judgement.; while we do support them, it's a process of their own; not a collective one.

hi! we’re actually in the process of converting to judaism! it’s definitely a long road for us (we’ve been walking this path for 4 years now!) but it’s absolutely enriched our lives and helped us find purpose.

we’re not jewish (yet!) but we will say that you don’t have to be jewish to learn about judsism! you don’t have to speak to a rabbi or attend a synagogue in order to begin the learning process.

we’ll open this up to any of our jewish followers! but we’re adding a potential reading list and a personal note under a cut :)

🐢 kip and 💫 parker

here are some excellent books we’ve added to our jewish library which have been insightful for us!

1) the tanach!! you don’t have to be jewish to read the tanach - we bought ours at a used bookstore for $14 usd :)

2 & 3) choosing a jewish life and living a jewish life, both by anita diamont

4) essential judaism by george robinson (an essential read - it’s a big text but it’s easy to digest!!)

5) jewish literacy by rabbi joseph telushkin (also a big text, but chock-full of info)

6) to life! a celebration of jewish being and thinking by rabbi harold kushner

also we’re a system who’s really into podcasts - here’s some jewish pods we listen to!

1) unorthodox

2) queer yid podcast

3) rabbi shais taub’s soulwords

4) take one - daf yomi

5) unsettled podcast

and here’s a note, from one convert-in-progress to, potentially, another:

one thing we wish we knew more about when we started learning about judaism is palestine, its people’s struggle for freedom, and the occupation of its land by israel. this is an incredibly difficult topic, and one that many jews we’ve spoken to are incredibly willing to ignore. information and news surrounding the israeli occupation of palestine and the ethnic cleansing of the palestinian people is rife with propaganda and disinformation. even our own rabbi for our intro to judaism class would not field questions regarding palestine, and refused to acknowledge the displacement and suffering of the palestinian people in our class.

please, please educate yourself and learn from all sides, if you can. israeli sources regarding the state’s formation are vague, secretive, and delicately worded. the truth is, over 700,000 people were displaced by zionists in the nakba of 1948, and even today 5.6 million palestinians are refugees. we’re including some links to sources where you can learn more. it’s worth noting that the unsettled podcast is an anti-occupation podcast put together by jews fighting for palestinian liberation! there are anti-occupation jews out there, but they can be hard to come by, especially in public spaces.

(^ this is the first in a documentary series. if you can stomach it, we suggest watching the whole series!)

[starkerhelpline]

There was a soulwords AU for peter and tony where the first thing they'd say to their soulmate what on their wrists(?) And it was a question: "what's your favorite planet?" On Peter for Tony's first words to him, and the answer was "Jupiter", Peter's first word to Tony. I've been trying to find it, but haven't had any luck, so thank you so much for your time and effort ahead of time!

Here it is! You're very welcome.

Jupiter by @sassy-starker

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

It is Well with My SoulWords by Horatio G. Spafford (1873). Music by Philip P. Bliss (1876).

[flexitarianfandom]

Find. (me. please.)

TakeTheShot

Summary:

Everyone has their soulwords written on their skin from birth, tracking the one person meant for them.

Destiny never makes things easy.

[knitwit1912]

Phyl took a deep breath as she leaned back into the cushions of the loveseat. “So I guess you know what I wasn’t telling you back in ‘43.”

“If you mean everything, then yes.” Stella looked down at where her right arm was propped on the back of the loveseat, Bucky’s soulwords just visible. “Did you know about what was going to happen to Bucky after he fell?”

There was a momentary pause before Phyl looked Stella in the eye and nodded.

___________

Trigger warnings: a small metntion of loss and grief, as well as a mention of a dead body, but nothing graphically descriptive.

Okay guys, this is it. After more than eight years, the final chapter. I can hardly believe it. Thanks so much to everyone that has read to the end, subscribed, bookmarked, left kudos and comments, reblogged or liked it on Tumblr...it means so much that even a small number of people gave it a chance and were with me to the end of the line. ;) There might be more in this universe, but I should probably take a break and switch it up for a while, especially as there are other fic ideas that have been burning a hole in my brain waiting for me to finish this. :D

Side note with a thing that tickles me and only me, I created a playlist of a few songs from Stella's time to help me get in the headspace. As I finished the last few words in the edit a few minutes ago, the Shuffle Gods decided to play "It's Been a Long, Long Time", as as I posted the final chapter, it was "We'll Meet Again". I should also mention that the song lyrics I've quoted in the fic are from Jerome Kern and Dorothy Fields' "The Way You Look Tonight", as performed by Peggy Lee.

Thanks again, everyone!

[hazelcephalopod]

I wonder, tbh I’m guessing, the PC in Skyrim and several other elder scroll games probably is weird for being like “oh cool, a spell book” and immediately learns the spells. For the Dragonborn, well you’re already looking at magical soulword walls or whatever to learn ancient dragon magic. But with the books, presumably people have to read them. And I’m kinda disappointed I don’t remember more “wait you learned it that fast?” Or a comment like “well that’s one way to do it” -because I’m just imagining the PC eating the book, fully somehow swallows it whole like a snake as the NPC looks on not even in horror but completely dumbfounded as they fail to understand what just happened.

[fantasylover4evr]

Looking for a ShieldShock story where Darcy time travels to 1940's and is soulmates with Steve Rogers, her soul words having to do with carrying a brick. If it helps, they meet at a double date at a baseball game

#ShieldShock #lost fanfiction #Soulmates #SoulWords #Time Travel

[plinkcat-gif]

i need to go to bed

[trusouldavis]

WHERE DOES THIS STUFF COME FROM 🤦🏾‍♂️🤦🏾‍♂️😂😂😂😝😝 #trusouldavis #soulword #sheseenitfirst👑 #cleveland https://www.instagram.com/p/B5VFGsFg55g/?igshid=nj0o9i4qm2ef

[tossawary]

I bookmarked a “first words your soulmate says to you are tattooed on your body” fic the other day, because I enjoy seeing people use the canonical words for character study. Which made me curious about Moshang’s first words to each other! I skimmed the Airplane Extras, so I’m not totally sure, but I think their first words to each other are: 

Airplane: “My king, please let me follow you the rest of my life!”

Airplane, again: “My king, please accept me. I’m very useful!”

Mobei-Jun: “Oh? What use are you?”

Very them. I can definitely see like 20+ years of the both of them knowing the other is their soulmate but never acknowledging it or talking about it, so they’re not even completely sure if the other one knows.