#tiny soulmates

[gingerf1]

Fearless✨

In a world where soulmates exist, everyone is gifted a “Tiny”—a miniature version of their soulmate designed to help them understand their partner before they meet.

Charles was twenty when his Tiny appeared, and he couldn’t believe how lucky he was—his soulmate was beautiful, stubborn, and fearless, everything he had ever dreamed of.

I hope you enjoy the story! ❤️

I’ll be back in my apartment on Saturday, but I’ll probably update Beneath the Halo on Sunday—sorry for the delay! 😭

I generated the image with AI because I wanted to help you visualize the story better. I wish I could draw, but unfortunately, I can’t, and I don’t know anyone who could either (so sorry, I truly don’t mean to offend anyone). ❤️

[vroom-vrooms]

Max’s little lip freckle and Charles’ little mole under his eye are a match made in heaven

[bunnybonesstudio]

You’ll never guess who’s the overprotective, bamf, feral one is in this relationship

[vaguely-concerned]

so when adaar tells harding that they got her mother out of danger in ferelden before the blight really hit, and that she's safe with 'some old friends' for the duration... good people of tumblr I was just hit with the incredibly funny concept that harding's ma is spending the entirety of the veilguard double blight hanging out with the valo-kas mercenary company. ma harding and shokrakar is the buddy comedy duo I didn't realize I needed until right in this moment. they butt heads to begin with but end up seeing eye to eye eventually. with the help of some crates, and creativity.

(...in fact since harding's parents have canonically amicably divorced since inquisition.......( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) hello my second nichest but also perhaps most valid dragon age pairing thus far. lace bringing taash home with her for the first time only to find her mother standing on a chair to also be passionately making out with a powerful and bluntly hilarious vashoth warrior is something that can actually be so personal.)

[justme315]

G/t in Arcane + soulmates

Alright, I might be Arcane crazy currently but imagine this scenario.

We're in alternative universe where Zaun is a city of borrowers (or simply tinies) and Piltover's citizens are humans.

It could just add to the war between the two - one side is even more obviously stronger than the other.

In this world once you turn 21 you can start to communicate with your soulmate through thoughts.

Just imagine Caitlyn and Vi being soulmates and finding out about that.

Also, we know Vi is such a strong character, not scared of anything - she would still try to be like that but once she has to interact with her giant soulmate she might actually find out that there is something that can scare her.

And just imagine Caitlyn trying to be gentle with her tiny girlfriend but then Vi gets all defensive and rude and being like "tf, I'm not scared of you, you damn giant cupcake" and Cait looses her temper and actually proves to Vi that she is scared of her.

Ohh the angst potential I see 😩😩

(tell me I'm not the only one who though about g/t Arcane)

[anawrites3]

Never gonna give you up

Never gonna let you down

Never gonna run around and desert you!

It was. Two in the fucking morning and Slade. Slade was going to kill someone. Namely, he was going to kill his soulmate, whoever that fucker might be.

And it won’t be a quick death, oh no, Slade will make it long and painful, enough so his soulmate will feel the same pain he was feeling right now.

[alumirp]

it happens when hes seven. He blinks and suddenly all he can see is blue, above and below, sky and sea. bright, shining blue, totally different from the pearly white walls and ceiling of his room. he blinks again, but the blue is still there.

He hears a grunt, full with confusion that he himself did not feel. after all, law was warned that this day would come. turning around, hes faced with a tall man, so much taller than him that it is ridiculous, and in the tall mans hands, there is the smallest baby of all time.

laws father was the one to explain why Lami would just disappear sometimes. as she in fact wasnt disappearing, she was being teleported closer to her soulmate. every day, once or twice she would disappear for a period of time and then appear again

lami was older than her soulmate by only a few months, but that made her the one who was pulled across the sea. soulmates worked like that, their father told him. they werent meant to be apart, so they didn't.

the older of a pair would be teleported to the younger one, so they could spend time together. law would also be taken to his soulmate one day, he just had to wait and be prepared to take care of them, since he was clearly the oldest one.

then he blinks and looks at the tall man and thinks that logically it is impossible that this is his soulmate, his eyes focus on the baby, the tiny baby that squirms in the mans arms and law knows that it is them

a moment later, the man seems to finally understand the situation. law watches his tired expression twist into one of resignation as he kneels down and shows him the baby.

''this is luffy.'' the man says, and he sounds loving, as if the baby is precious to him law just stares dumbly as the little baby grimaces, irritated at being moved and pulled from his slumber. he watches as the little round face contorts and suddenly the boat is filled with loud crying coming from the red faced baby when the man moves to rock the baby, a panicked expression on his face, its laws turn to grimace, impulsively approaching and pulling the man's cape.

"youre holding him wrong! you will only make him cry even more!" he makes him sit down, adjusts his posture, placing the babys head on the mans arm, ignoring the confused and curious looks he gets throughout the process. he does everything the same way he saw his father doing on the hospital once it takes a moment to get the baby to stop crying, but when they finally do, law finally asks.

"where is his mother? he might be hungry."

the man doesnt answer, a pained expression on his face and Law figures that its the wrong question to ask, so he continues. ''where are we going?''

"somewhere he will be safe." the man says, holding the baby tighter, a weird look in his eyes.

law blinks and "you're going to abandon him"

he watches as the man stiffens and sighs. "a child like you wouldnt understand." "my parents work in a hospital." law says, looking away from the man to luffy. "theres a little girl there, she was abandoned by her parents because shes sick. she has friends, she has nurses and doctors and even the nuns, but she always looks extremely lonely." the man finally looks at him, as if only now truly seeing law. law looks back.

''you shouldnt let him be lonely too. maybe he will never know of your existence, but I know he will miss your presence.''

and with that, when law blinks again, hes back in his room.

[duckyskade]

Jattawa every time she sees Four with Pak: "I am so happy for you and your ugly fucking boyfriend im serious"

[atalienart]

I don't know what I'm doing with my life, don't mind me. I guess I'm procrastinating writing another chapter. Do you know any similar memes for procrastination purposes?

[tinyundercover]

pepper & felix

part seven

Felix goes to his audition.

MASTERPOST word count: 3.1k

“Alright. I’m ready when you are,” Pepper murmured.

This was, by far, the strangest thing Felix had done in his life.

He was cautious as he took his first step, paying close attention to the almost unnoticeable weight on his left shoulder. He heard Pepper suck in a sharp breath, and the borrower shifted closer to his neck, tightening a tiny hand onto the white collar of Felix’s button-up.

When Pepper had spoken, Felix had nearly jumped out of his skin. That was the clearest he had ever heard Pepper’s voice, and he was thrown off by the heaviness of it. The borrower was undeniably terrified, and Felix honestly would be too if he was suspended on the shoulder of an actual giant.

“Are you sure this is okay?” Felix asked, approaching his front door. Something tiny touched his neck, and it took him a second to realize that it was Pepper’s hand. “This works?”

“Yeah,” Pepper said quickly, shuffling even closer to Felix’s neck. Felix fought the urge to turn his head to look. In his peripheral vision, he could vaguely see that Pepper had wedged himself between the collar of Felix’s button up and the lip of his cardigan, providing security as well as camouflage. Smart. “Now let’s go, I don’t want to make you late.”

“Okay.” Felix took a deep breath and finally opened the front door. He was incredibly self-conscious of his posture and gait as he walked down the hall of his apartment complex, focusing on the little shifts and fidgets on his shoulder. Thankfully, Felix lived on the first floor, and they didn’t need to worry about any stairs.

As he stepped outside and breathed in the cool breeze, he wondered briefly, once again, why Pepper had made this insane offer in the first place. Pepper had never even been held by Felix before this (aside from their devastating first meeting), and the borrower had made it abundantly clear recently that he did not feel comfortable around humans at all. Felix had secretly hoped he’d be the exception, but bringing Pepper to his audition felt a little over-the-top.

“You doing okay?” Felix muttered as he found the sidewalk, walking briskly but steadily. He slipped his hands into his cardigan pocket in an attempt to keep them stable.

Pepper’s voice was bright and clear next to his ear. “Yeah, I… I haven’t been outside in a while. This is… this is nice.”

Felix’s eyebrows raised, and he was grateful that the weather was decent today. It never really occurred to him that Pepper didn’t get a lot of fresh air, but he supposed that made sense.

The walk to the university was fairly peaceful. Felix passed a few people on the way, and in those moments he felt as Pepper squirmed underneath the fabric of his cardigan to hide himself better. Once again, Felix was left to ponder why Pepper would put himself in a situation like this.

Felix hummed his audition song under his breath and fiddled with the strap of his messenger bag, which hung over the opposite shoulder to Pepper. For some reason, it was a bit embarrassing to seem so anxious in front of Pepper. For his vulnerable size, the borrower seemed to be quite emotionally secure.

“Fuck,” Felix mumbled. “I’m gonna fuck this up so bad.”

He suppressed a flinch as a small hand suddenly patted his neck. “No, you won’t,” Pepper’s assured, voice firm. “I’ve heard you sing. They’re gonna love you.”

Felix’s heart warmed, and he exhaled. “...Thank you.” The university came into view, and his heart immediately dropped back into his stomach. His hands tightened into fists in the pocket of his cardigan.

Wanting to focus on something else, he turned his attention back to the small weight swaying slightly on his shoulder. “So… what made you want to come with me, exactly?” 

Pepper didn’t immediately respond, so Felix added, “I mean, it’s nice to have you here. But— I’m curious. This doesn’t really seem like something you’d normally do.”

A small throat cleared, and when Pepper spoke, his voice was hesitant. “I… I just want to get to know you more.”

Felix’s eyebrows raised curiously. “You don’t have to come all the way to my university just to get to know me,” he pointed out, trying to keep his voice polite and playful. He briefly wondered if Pepper was being entirely truthful, suspicion flickering in his mind. He pushed it away.

“I wanna see what your life is like,” Pepper added quietly. “And I haven’t been outside of the apartment in forever.”

Felix nodded in response, but his mind was still wandering. Surely that couldn’t be Pepper’s only reason for wanting to join Felix to his audition. The borrower had always been so tense and jumpy around the human… for good reason, too. Neither of them had forgotten how their first meeting had gone down.

Something had significantly changed in Pepper’s opinion on Felix in the past week. How could the borrower change from a twitchy, mouse-like, nervous wreck around Felix to sitting on his shoulder within a few days? All Felix had done for Pepper was offer him some food and leave him alone. Was that really enough to gain the trust of a borrower who had been engrained to fear humans since birth?

Or… did Pepper feel the strange tug towards Felix, that Felix felt towards him? The need to learn everything about him? The emotional bond that left him wanting to protect the borrower with his entire being?

Felix exhaled, immediately pushing away the confusing and uncomfortable thoughts. He had more important things to focus on right now.

–

Being outside for the first time in over a year was absolutely mesmerizing.

The cool breeze hitting Pepper’s skin was unexpected, but not unpleasant. In the walls, he experienced almost no air flow, and now he suddenly felt as if the wind was going to send him tumbling off of Felix’s shoulder.

Pepper could tell that Felix was trying to walk carefully, but to someone of Pepper’s size, the effort was basically useless. The borrower could feel the subtle rise and fall of Felix’s shoulder every time he took a step, making his heart drop. He greatly appreciated that Felix was walking slower than usual as they stepped foot onto campus.

Other humans filled the area, standing and chatting, sitting and studying, walking and texting. Pepper swallowed hard, subconsciously inching closer to Felix and huddling between Felix’s collar and cardigan. It didn’t conceal him completely, but as long as the other humans didn’t look too closely at Felix, he would stay out of sight.

“This is freaky,” he muttered into Felix’s ear. 

Pepper vaguely noticed the shallowness of Felix’s breathing underneath him as the human entered a wide, beige building. A quick, steady thrum rose up next to Pepper’s ear, and after a moment he realized that was Felix’s pulse.

When Felix had asked Pepper why he had joined him, the borrower had struggled to respond. Truthfully, he just… felt drawn to Felix. 

No, he just felt drawn to his soulmate. And since his soulmate cared so much about this strange audition, Pepper cared too. Even if his soulmate was a massive human with the power to kill him in a matter of seconds… Pepper truly wanted to see him succeed at the thing he was most passionate about.

A few humans lingered around the hallway ahead, but Felix suddenly avoided them, ducking into a long, barren hallway. Pepper blinked in confusion.

“You alright, man?” Pepper asked quizzically, leaning forward to see Felix’s face better. Once he remembered just how tall Felix was (and how equally long the drop from his shoulder was), he swallowed, shuffling back an inch.

Felix was paler than usual. “Yeah, I…” He lifted a hand to his face, closing his eyes. “Fuck. I don’t want to do this.”

Pepper’s eyebrows shot up. Felix had rambled about this audition and this theater and mermaids (for some reason?) for over an hour last night, and although Pepper barely understood any of it, he could tell that it was important to him.

“Yes you do,” Pepper argued. Felix swallowed, and strangely enough, Pepper could see it. “You’ve practiced for weeks. This is everything to you.”

The human’s voice trembled as he spoke. “Exactly, I… I just don’t feel prepared for this at all, I’m gonna fuck it up, I’m gonna…”

“We just talked about this on the walk here,” Pepper pointed out, gray eyes searching Felix’s jawline. It was oddly fascinating to see a human scared, even if it hurt him a little to know that it was Felix. “Not to sound like a stalker, or anything… but… I’ve been hearing you sing for a year. So I know you’re talented.”

Felix blinked. He still couldn’t turn to face Pepper directly, his blue eyes lingering on the wall across from him. 

“You have an incredible voice,” Pepper continued, reaching over to pat Felix’s neck. “I wouldn’t have come with you if I thought you were gonna fail. I want to see them cast you as the mermaid.”

Felix snorted, as if he was laughing at a joke, but Pepper didn’t really get it. “Ah— well, I’m not…” The human faltered, the corners of his lips twitching into a smile. “Um… thanks, Pepper.”

Pepper nodded encouragingly. “This is why I’m here. How much time do you have?”

“Um…” Felix tugged his phone from his pocket, peering down at it. “Ten minutes.”

“Okay.” The borrower suddenly chewed his lip. “Should I hide in your bag now?”

“Uh— oh, right.” Felix shot a look down the hallway, ensuring that nobody was around, before he opened the flap of his messenger bag. Pepper leaned forward, craning his neck to see the bag, which rested on Felix’s opposite hip. His heart swelled when he noticed the towel that had been stuffed into the bag for padding. 

Felix hesitated, his hand twitching towards his shoulder. “You ready?”

“Yeah.” Pepper took a deep breath, forcing his stomach to settle as the massive hand approached. Felix held his palm up in front of his shoulder, and as Pepper stared blankly at it, he thought, I will never get used to this.

It made him feel better to know that in a few seconds he would be safely secured in a bag, human-free. Steadying himself, Pepper stepped off into Felix’s waiting palm.

Felix moved carefully and slowly. Pepper immediately clung to the fingers around him, vaguely aware that they were his size, and was more than happy to step off five seconds later onto a folded black towel.

“Good luck in there,” the borrower called up, stomach suddenly twisting to see Felix from such a low angle. “You’re gonna do great. Remember that!”

Felix let out a quick exhale, shoulders falling. Pepper hoped he hadn’t stressed the human out by wobbling on his shoulder for the last fifteen minutes. “Thanks, Pepper.” His voice was grateful. “I’ll talk to you soon.”

Gently, the flap of the messenger bag closed, and Pepper was left alone. A trickle of light crept through the top of the bag, allowing the borrower to see a bit of his surroundings.

A black towel scrunched up around him, providing him slight protection from the massive yellow binder, four times his height. Pepper inched away from it slightly, uncomfortable with its size.

A granola bar sat to his left, next to a small white bottle of hand sanitizer. Pepper supposed he should be grateful that Felix’s messenger bag was almost empty.

He could feel the shift of the bag around him, and the slight sway as Felix walked. Pepper distantly hoped that Felix had believed him when he said he had an incredible voice.

“Oh! Felix!”

“Felix!”

The sway of the messenger bag halted as Felix stopped, turning. Pepper’s ears tuned in to the sound of a female voice— no— two female voices. He squinted, trying to differentiate between the two as they spoke.

“Felix��! You’re auditioning soon, right?”

“Me and Breanna just finished our auditions— are you nervous?”

Felix’s voice wobbled. “Yeah, I’m— I’m a little scared,” Felix admitted. “How did your auditions go?”

Pepper hastily shoved at the towel, trying to form it into a pile. 

“It was fine,” someone— Breanna?— said. “I forgot some of my lyrics, but I think I played it off okay.”

“You did great,” the other girl interjected. Her voice was sharper than either Felix’s or Breanna’s. “I could hear you in the waiting room. If you don’t get Ursula I will literally riot.”

Pepper huffed as he finally climbed to the top of his newly-made hill, knees digging into the towel. He peeked through a small sliver between the flap and the edge of the bag, trying to locate the source of the voices.

Across from Felix two girls stood, relatively the same height but much shorter than Felix. The sharp-voiced girl had fair skin and long, black, silky hair, vaguely reminding Pepper of a vampire he had seen in a movie once. A girl with dark skin and a soft smile stood next to her, holding a hand to her face.

“Thank you— god, I really hope I get Ursula. And you did amazing, Alice, I just know you’re gonna be Ariel.” Breanna turned to Felix again, eyes bright. “Don’t be nervous. You’re gonna do awesome. Just get in there and blow them away.”

“Thank you,” Felix responded, voice numb. “I hope so.”

Alice and Breanna offered Felix some last quick words of encouragement before leaving together. Felix took a deep breath before continuing down the hallway, where Pepper observed three or four other humans, quiet and tense, lingering outside a door. Felix stopped a small distance away, leaning against the wall, and after a moment a skinny girl left the room with a white binder tucked under her arm. 

“Ricky?” A voice called from within the room, too far for Pepper to see clearly. A boy quickly entered and shut the door behind him with a click, leaving the hallway in silence. So, that’s where the auditions are happening?

Even from inside the messenger bag, Pepper could sense Felix’s anxiety. The human was swaying slightly, enough to subtly rock the bag back and forth, and if Pepper really focused he could hear the fiddling of Felix’s fingers. 

The other boy’s voice, muffled by the door, filled the hallway in song. Felix took another deep breath.

Pepper felt bad for Felix, knowing that he was about to feel judged by the students in the hallway as well. However, a small part of him was happy, knowing that the borrower would be able to listen in on Felix’s audition. Despite still being unsure of what was going on, Pepper was rooting for him.

The other boy– Ricky– finished his song, and it only took another minute for him to exit the room, smirking. Pepper didn’t think he was that good.

“Felix?” 

It took a concerningly long time for the messenger bag’s flap to open. Pepper felt the shifting of the fabric around him and looked up, seeing Felix’s pale face, and the borrower gave him a thumbs up. The human sent him a gentle but nervous smile as he closed his hand around his yellow binder.

Pepper didn’t risk saying anything out loud, but he placed a quick hand on Felix’s thumb, giving it a few quick pats. The human exhaled shakily in response.

Felix was cautious not to knock into Pepper as he pulled out his binder and carefully shut the flap of his bag. A moment later, the messenger bag was shifting and lowering, until it was placed gently on the floor against the wall. Pepper quickly scrambled up to peek outside.

Seeing Felix’s long legs at floor level sent a small jolt of stress into Pepper’s heart, but he quickly ignored it. The door shut behind Felix after a moment, and Pepper settled against the towel, listening intently. 

When Felix began singing, Pepper’s lips couldn’t help but smile. The human’s voice, although slightly shaky, was clear and defined through the door.

Pepper never got to hear Felix sing all out before, considering the human chose to hum or sing softly for the sake of not disturbing his neighbors. Knowing that Felix was capable of projecting made the borrower’s heart swell. My soulmate is so talented.

The song was short and simple, but it told a story. Pepper’s heart was racing when his human finally went quiet after a long, pretty note. It’s over?

Felix had said it would be short, but Pepper wasn’t actually expecting to see him leave the room so quickly. Long, nervous fingers fiddled with his yellow binder as Felix approached, swiftly kneeling down in front of the bag to pick it up.

Woah. Pepper kept forgetting just how massive and fast Felix was. Swallowing down a bit of adrenaline, he perked up as Felix picked up the messenger bag, hooking it onto his shoulder and beginning to walk down the hallway.

The very second they were out of earshot and the flap above him opened, Pepper scrambled to his feet, beaming up. “You did great!”

“Ah, I don’t know,” Felix said doubtfully, dropping a hand inside. Pepper suppressed a flinch, then carefully stepped onto Felix’s awaiting palm. “They didn’t seem to like me.”

“Then they’re just idiots,” Pepper snorted immediately. He sat down and crossed his legs, gingerly holding onto Felix’s thumb as he was lifted to eye level. “I could hear you, and let me tell you, you fucking rocked it.”

A pink tinge crossed Felix’s face. “I wish the room was soundproof,” he mumbled.

“You’re definitely getting the part,” Pepper promised. “The guy that went before you definitely will not.”

Felix let out a breathy, amused laugh. “Wha…? Ricky wasn’t that bad.”

“Yeah, but you were better.” Pepper didn’t know much about singing, but he could tell when someone sounded good. Catching sight of Felix’s uneasy expression, the borrower tried to shove away his competitiveness for his sake. “It’s okay, though. What matters is that you went in there and did your best.”

Blue eyes blinked down at him. “Thank you,” Felix said genuinely. “I really appreciate you coming with me. It’s helped a lot more than you think.”

Pepper beamed up at him. “Of course. I’m glad I did.” He stiffened as a door shut loudly nearby, and he let out a long exhale, pressure settling down onto his shoulders like a blanket. “But let’s go home. I’ve had enough of being outside for today.”

Felix laughed sympathetically before carefully moving the borrower to his shoulder. “Sure thing, Pepper.”

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grrrr idk why i'm so unhappy with this chapter. i changed it a couple times and hopefully it turned out ok??

eeee but its fun to write pepper and felix learning how to work together :') my favs

TAGLIST: @smallsday @compact-katrina @satethesatelite @taters169 @entomolog-t

[gingerf1]

Sweet Nothing 🍬

As promised here is Max’s POV of Fearless (I recommend reading that story first ✨)

In a world where soulmates exist, everyone is gifted a “Tiny”—a miniature version of their soulmate designed to help them understand their partner before they meet.

Max was twenty when his Tiny appeared, and he couldn’t believe how sweet and romantic he’s soulmate was—everything he had ever wanted and didn’t know he needed.

I hope you’re enjoying the Tiny Soulmates series! 💖

I generated the image with AI because I wanted to help you visualize the story better. I wish I could draw, but unfortunately, I can’t, and I don’t know anyone who could either (so sorry, I truly don’t mean to offend anyone).

[loullipopx]

Quick doodle of Narinder based on my cat !! You can find a video of him under the cut eheh

His name is Black Pearl, I usually just call him Pearl and he's my soulmate

[entomolog-t]

I want to read an absolutely ridiculous Gt soulmates!au.

Like, picture this.

You're going about your day, and bump into someone on the street. You turn to say something but they make some snotty comment and you get into a bit of a confrontation with them. Nothing serious but enough that it leaves you in a foul mood.

What a cold personality. Who raised someone who could be that rude to a stranger? Maybe you fantasize a little about them tripping into a puddle. You definitely replay that argument over in your head a few times, wishing you could replay that moment and say that banger of a comeback you thought of just a smidge too late.

As the day passes, this mood lingers. Isn't it funny how one bad interaction can just ruin a perfectly good d-

You hear a yelp.

You turn to face the direction, and it's like the world falls out from underneath your feet. You almost missed them initially, but you caught the movement at the very periphery of your vision. That nasty person from earlier stands right at your feet, tiny ... and absolutely terrified.

No.

No. No. No. No.

Not them.

Why them??

It wasn't supposed to go like this! You'd spent so long daydreaming of the day you'd meet your soulmate. It was supposed to be cute and fun. Maybe a little awkward, but this???

You feel your stomach in knots as you look at them. A thought that a piece of your soul that small was with them right now was chilling. Maybe it was a mistake? Could you accidentally drop a bit of your soul?

You sigh. As much as you want to doubt it, you know there's no doubting... something to do with compatible frequencies that create an attraction? You never paid much attention during that class in high-school...

You bend down to get a better look at them. They aren't bad looking... quite the opposite... and at this size? They're pretty cute. You take a deep breath. Everybody had bad days, right? They're probably-

"This has got to be a mistake."

Nope. That's it. They suck.

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OK OK OK LIKE???

When you meet your soulmate this sort of metaphysical reaction occurs where the souls have complimentary frequencies and this somehow acts as a sort of magnetic reaction, pulling a small bit of someone's soul away from their whole. That small bit of the soul then physically manifests as them.

BASICALLY, soulmate au where your soulmate finds a tiny version of you, and vice versa.

You don't share a consciousness with your shed bit of soul, maybe some kind of shared dreams or something, so you have no idea what some part of you is dealing with.

AHH I love it. It's stupid and silly and adorable.

Angst potential?? Fluff potential?? CONSTANT SIZE SWAP DYNAMICS???

I beg of thee

Please use this silly au.

SoulSwap au? SoulShard? I dunno.

If anyone has any cutesy names for this, please share

[veilkeeper]

heads up seven up fic sharing game

tagged by @doomednarrative

rules: share the last 7 lines of your most recent wip and then tag 7 people to do the same!

this is from my macerian soulmate au since that's my current project

"Did The Viper tell you what we were getting up to?" Neve asks conversationally, glancing over at Macen. He kept pace with her, the clink of her prosthetic on the ground like a parade drum, giving him a steady beat to walk to. "Not particularly," Macen replies. For all that Viper had complained about Macen not giving him details, he'd been scant on them himself. Not that Macen ever really expected too much transparency. "But illegal slave trading and Neve Gallus in the same sentence more or less tells me what I need." She laughs, a slightly skeptical edge to it. "That so?" "Your reputation precedes you."

tagging: @crossdressingdeath @dellamortethelesser @aetherealmoss @ziskandra and anyone else who writes i cannot for the life of me ever remember who's writing stuff whenever games like this come up

[4lexnilsen]

happy anniversary, @batheir !!

💜 i love you to the moon and back. you're the most important person in my life. the only one i don't mind losing my beauty sleep for, the only one i never get tired of talking to, the only one i think about constantly throughout the day. thanks for always letting me rant about the books i'm reading and sharing your secret recipes with me, and tucking me in when i fall asleep within the first five minutes of whatever movie we're watching. 💜

[ninetyminutes]

I'm absolutely obsessed with your blog and have spent the past hour looking through it! Just watched Saturday Night yesterday and was starved for content, I really love that tidbit of your fanfic you shared. Really looking forward to maybe reading the whole thing when it's posted 👀

Omg thank you so much! I’m so glad you loved the movie and I am so so SO happy to have you here reading my content on tumblr!!! Every interaction I’ve had within this fandom so far has been nothing but positive and I am beyond thankful for each and every person who interacts with my blog <3

This fic is a beast, like I’m already at 21k words and I’m maybe 2/3 way done. Maybe. I’m not going to start posting chapters until I’m finished though because I hate leaving works unfinished. But since I’m so incredibly appreciative of you taking the time to stop by and say hi, here’s a teeny little chunk that I absolutely adore :)

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“Sorry about him,” Lorne said into the phone, leaning against the wall and tucking the phone closer to his ear. “He’s been in the studio with me writing this past week.”

“I think I should be apologizing to you for having to deal with him,” Rosie said with a laugh. “All of winter break alone with Chevy feels like something out of a horror film.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Lorne murmured, twirling the phone cord absently around his finger as he glanced back at the now-empty couch. “It’s not been so bad.”

“You sure about that?” Rosie teased. “Because it sounds like something you keep telling yourself to make it seem bearable.”

“Maybe,” Lorne chuckled softly, ducking his head. “No, but really, he’s good company.”

“Oh, is he now?” Rosie smirked, the amusement in her voice unmistakable.

Lorne hesitated for half a second too long before answering. “What?”

“Chevy,” Rosie drawled, clearly enjoying herself. “You just got all soft talking about him.”

Lorne scoffed, straightening up and turning back toward his desk, suddenly regretting letting his guard down. “It’s not like that,” he muttered, a little too quickly.

“Uh-huh.” Rosie’s smirk was practically audible through the receiver. “Lorne, you know I love you, but you are the worst liar.”

Lorne groaned, leaning against the wall and dragging a hand down his face. “Rosie—”

“Oh my God,” she gasped dramatically, cutting him off. “You like him.”

“I—no—I mean—” He sighed, pressing the heel of his hand to his forehead. “Maybe.”

Lorne dropped onto the couch as Rosie let out a delighted laugh. “I knew it. And honestly? I’m impressed it took you this long to figure it out.”

Lorne frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Lorne,” Rosie said, voice dripping with amusement, “before I moved out to New York, you would spend every phone talking about Chevy. I’d call you to catch up, and somehow, every conversation would end up being about some dumb thing he said in a meeting, or how he was driving you insane, or how—oh, my favorite—how brilliant he was.”

Lorne winced. “I never said that.”

“Oh, you absolutely did,” Rosie said gleefully. “And I was always just sat there thinking, ‘Wow, my best friend is completely obsessed with this guy and doesn’t even know it.’”

Lorne groaned again, slumping into his chair. “God, I hate you.”