#yes sometimes I go back to the soulmate tattoos trope

[bimoonphases]

@wolfstarmicrofic July 7 - prompt 7: Soulmates [word count 560]

Soulmate tattoos were a delicate topic in the wizarding world. Everybody knew you got them at midnight on your sixteenth birthday and that the word or sentence appearing somewhere on your body was the first thought passing through your soulmates’s head when they realised they were in love with you. But people usually didn’t like to talk about them, at least until they had met said soulmate. For instance, James had found out his mother had Well, now I have to break up with him on her ribs just the summer before. Monty had laughed and told him about the boy on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team he had been casually dating when he had fallen for Effie and James had excused himself and had gone to the back garden to have a mental breakdown in peace because that meant he could go to his father with no fear of his reaction whenever he decided to tell him he fancied boys as well. Still, he had hidden away in the dorm bathroom on his sixteenth birthday to look at his own tattoo, frowning when he had seen the words Great, Sirius will definitely kill me now forming right below his hips. Sirius being the oldest of the Marauders, he had already gotten his tattoo and had had no problems in sharing the Oh for fuck’s sake on the back of his neck, laughing at the fact that of all the soppy things he could have gotten, he had instead gotten a swear word, which was very on brand. Neither Remus nor Peter, like James, had told anyone about their tattoos when their birthdays had come and now that it was summer and they could all go swimming in the lake James was very glad his was in a position which kept it hidden even when he was in his swimming trunks. As always, they had wandered away from people so that Remus too could go swimming since he didn’t like undressing in front of people who weren’t the Marauders because of all the scars the wolf had marked into his skin. Even so, he was hesitating on the bank, his shirt still on.

“Come on, Moony,” Peter smiled from the tree they were placing their clothes on. “No one but us will see you.”

“And it’s really hot, the water will be wonderful,” James nodded, kicking his trousers right by Peter’s.

“It really is!” Sirius exclaimed, swimming back to the shore. “Come on Moony, what are you waiting for?”

“The last Full…” Remus said slowly. “There are new scars you haven’t seen yet, and this time they’re pretty awful.”

James opened his mouth, his heart aching for his friend, but Sirius was faster, getting out of the water and walking to Remus, catching his hands in his.

“Moony,” he said. “What have I told you?”

“They’re scars, Pads,” Remus sighed. “Nothing poetic will change that.”

“No, you know I’m too stubborn to believe that,” Sirius shook his head. “They’re constellations, Moony. And you… You are the universe.”

There was a beat, then Sirius dropped Remus’s hands and quickly turned around before diving back into the lake.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Remus muttered, finally taking off his shirt and following Sirius.

James and Peter almost elbowed each other simultaneously when they saw the tattoo right on Remus’s spine: You are the universe.

[kholran]

Fic Tag Game

Once again I saw this before work and then promptly forgot to do it when I got home. So I’m doing it now at almost 2:30 am. As always, thanks to @vishcount for the tag!

Name: Kholran (or Khol)

This is my go-to screen name for just about everything. I made it up for a tabletop RP character that I never ended up actually playing. So I stole his name for myself and have been using it ever since. Chances are if you encounter a Kholran anywhere online, it’s me.

Fandoms: Since this is specifically about fic, I’m going to limit it to fandoms I’ve written in. Because otherwise we’d be here all night.

Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit: Specifically Bard/Thranduil (Barduil). It literally took one exchanged glance on screen and I was totally sold on this ship. I wrote more for them than any other ship I’ve shipped. AUs, canon, you name it I wrote it for them.

Les Miserables: Ok so let me start by saying I’ve been a huge fan of the musical since middle school, when the 10th Anniversary Dream Cast happened. I read the Brick in 7th grade. So I didn’t JUST jump on the bandwagon when the movie came out. But that Les Mis renaissance did inspire me to write my one and only fic in the fandom. A Titanic AU that turned out less cracky than intended. Don’t judge me.

Guardian: So technically speaking I haven’t PUBLISHED any Weilan fic yet. But I do have the first four and a half chapters of a mermaid AU finished. And I plan on getting back to it and finishing it once I stop obsessing over my pool noodle in-

DMBJ/Lost Tomb: Something about cdrama gives me plot bunnies. And adopted side characters. And rarepair pool noodles, apparently. This is where I’m living right now, paddling around on the SS Risang.

Tropes: Uhh. I’m positive I write tropes but it’s not like a conscious thing? I guess angst with a happy ending is where it’s at? Considering I love me some damaged characters, it’s almost impossible not to write a lot of angst into my fics. But I also want to give them love and happiness and cookies.

Fic I spent most time on: I think probably the aforementioned Weilan mermaid AU. Because I started it last...September? Maybe? And I haven’t finished it yet.

Favorite fic(s) you’ve written:

I’m happy to report that I don’t...hate...my old fics? Like I can re-read them and sometimes even think I’m not half bad at this hobby. But at the same time I fall into the mindset of “Oh that could have been better. I should have done this differently. I want to change that so bad. Man I wish I’d finished this series.”

So I think I’ll have to say the Under Your Skin Barduil series, featuring soulmate tattoos. I wish I hadn’t gotten too insecure to finish it because I had a whole big idea plotted out that I just never ended up writing. I like what I did finish though. And then I think my very favourite is my Risang pool noodle baby, I Will Go Now to My Pyre. Not only is it my rarepair crowning glory (in that I named the ship, was the first one in the tag, and got more than one “I never even thought about this ship before but I’m into it” comments), but I’ve put so much time and sweat and tears into it. (PS I promise I’m working on the conclusion! It’s 7k words and counting!)

Fic I spent least time on: I don’t even know. Maybe I Get By? From concept to publishing I think it was only a few days.

Longest fic: It’s definitely GOING to be the Weilan AU. But currently it’s In Every Age, the Les Mis Titanic AU. I Will Go Now to My Pyre might end up beating that one by the time it’s done. We’ll see.

Shortest fic: AO3 says it’s Run, which was the intro to a Barduil Zombie Apocalypse AU. But it didn’t get much of a response so I never continued it past the brief intro.

Most hits/kudos/comments/bookmarks:

Hits and Kudos: And Here My Troubles Begin, part 3 of Under Your Skin. Not surprised. It has porn in it.

Comments: I Will Go Now to My Pyre, and I cannot thank all of you enough for validating my pool noodle this way!

Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: Um. Literally all of them. Like I said above, as soon as I re-read them, I want to re-WRITE them. Because I think I can always make them better. But I guess I’ll really say the Under Your Skin series. Also like I said above, I had a whole storyline planned out for that and I’m sad I didn’t get around to fleshing it out.

Share a bit of a WIP: Ok, here’s a tiny sneak peek of the next (I say next instead of last even though it’s supposed to be the last because the word count is getting away from me and it might end up split) chapter of I Will Go Now to My Pyre:

“Did you do this yourself?” he asked, grimacing at the state of the bandage as he started to cut it away, slowly revealing the marred skin beneath. The question was met with silence, and Liu Sang briefly glanced up from what he was doing. Zhang Rishan had an odd expression on his face, like he'd somehow misinterpreted what Liu Sang was asking. “The bandage. Did you do it yourself?”

“Oh.” Relief? That was weird. What had Zhang Rishan thought he meant? “Yes. I spent some time in the Army a while back,” Zhang Rishan replied, as if that explained everything.

Liu Sang watched him for a moment longer before turning his focus back to his task. Everything about the dressing and the wrapping was wrong, and half the gashes he'd revealed needed stitching. He wondered if they'd even been cleaned first. Probably not, given the warmth of Zhang Rishan's skin and the angry reddened edges of the wounds.  “Not as a medic, I hope,” he muttered after a beat.

I tag: ALL of my writer friends. I want to know all about your projects. TELL ME.

[aphrodites-law]

My Favorite

Trope: Soulmate marks.

Twist: Lexa doesn’t have one. Clarke does. 

1/?

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Lexa had lost her soulmate when she was eleven years old. The two words that she had cherished and daydreamed about for years had one day simply vanished, leaving behind no trace they had ever been imprinted on the inside of her wrist. Overnight, her life had taken an unthinkable turn, and if the whispers behind her back had not been enough to rock her self-esteem, if the bullying and the taunting hadn't broken her, it was her friends cutting ties with her that had felt like the most painful loss.

Her parents had had to put her on the registry for the Markless, which she'd always found to be ironic, as it painted the biggest mark on her yet: outcast. The Markless had a flaw; a part of them so fundamentally wrong that they couldn't truly love, nor be truly loved in return. Few people cared to mingle with them, as history had proven them to be the criminals of this world. And if they hadn't done their crime yet then surely they would, one day, and rare were those who wanted to take the chance to be in their lives when it happened.

Lexa didn't know what it meant for her or what she'd done at eleven that had made her so undeserving of love, but she'd refused to let anger consume her. She'd kept her head low and kept her arms covered, even in the summer, and for the next eighteen years she'd lived her life as best she could.

In the city, blending in had been easier. There were apartment buildings for people like her, and though they were rarely the safest, Lexa had been happy enough in her studio. She'd met her first true friends in years there, and then a few more in college, where minds were more open than in her small town. Some simply didn't care, others refused to buy into the fear mongering, and Lexa clung to them tightly, grateful for their affection and their flaws, the ones that society had marginalized as well.

Her closest friend was Anya­ - tough like nails and no-nonsense - who Lexa had met while they studied in the hopes of one day teaching. Yes, sometimes it was a wonder to Lexa as well that she would willfully step in school classrooms again, but how would the world ever change if the new generations weren't taught differently? Lexa had long ago found refuge in language and literature, and if she could one day extend a hand to a child shunned by their peers, if she could be the teacher she had needed in her teenage years so many times, it would be worth the pain of reviving old wounds. As for Anya, she wasn't markless but had gotten pregnant from an encounter with a markless partner, which had brought her family so much shame that she'd started finding the entire system loathsome. She'd had her daughter's name tattooed over her mark, packed their bags for the city and never once looked back.

The decade had seen some improvements for people like them - and the world was changing, even if slowly. There were programs started to facilitate their lives and more inclusive spaces offered. There were even dating websites, and if Lexa had once been embarrassed to even sign up, she now relied on them exclusively. Her college girlfriends might have been open-minded, but it'd never changed the words imprinted on their wrists.

Layover was perhaps the word Lexa detested the most in the English language, as people like her were the first ones to suffer from it. There had been Costia, first, who Lexa had loved as best she could, even as a broke twenty-year-old with full-time studies and two part-time jobs, but it had only lasted a year, until Costia had taken a linguistics class and met the girl whose first words to her were marked on her skin. In her defense, Costia had broken the news gently–and Lexa had loved her enough to be happy for her, though perhaps not when she had felt her heart plummet into her stomach.

Lexa had wondered afterward if it was true what they said about the Markless: if she had been able to let go of Costia because she was unable to truly love. When she had asked Anya about it, the woman had shrugged and told her one relationship was hardly strong enough proof.  

Louisa had whirled into Lexa's life over a year later, but left just as quickly when another student had tapped on her shoulder and uttered the very words Louisa would sometimes mumble in her sleep. Lexa had been walking out of the class auditorium with her when it had happened, and she had felt herself freeze on the spot. After all, she'd spent enough nights in the same bed to know what words were on her girlfriend's wrist. Louisa had been so flustered that she'd babbled something back, and evidently the curly-haired boy who'd asked her a question had heard back the words imprinted on his own wrist, his smile spreading so wide that Lexa had felt sickened by the sight. She'd gotten blackout drunk for the first and last time that night and woken up on Anya's couch.

Afterward, Lexa had refused to waste her time. She dated a few markless women during grad school, but the relationships still naturally ran their course, and each time Lexa had wondered if the whispers were true: People like her couldn't know true love.

Which, inevitably, led to the second most detested word in Lexa's vocabulary: settling. It was a term that the Marked had coined some centuries ago, aimed at those who built lives and started families with partners they knew weren't their intended. It happened, of course, that in this world many didn't meet, but hope was to be maintained until one's last breath. There were records of couples meeting as old as 101 years old, and so whoever didn't wait was poorly regarded, though never as poorly as the Markless, who inspired fear rather than pity.

Though she didn't care for the word and its connotations, settling was something that Lexa had accepted for herself. It was clear by now, at 29, that she should seek a markless woman who shared her values and had a compatible lifestyle. It wouldn't be the love that movies and songs wrote about, but it could be a strong bond regardless­ - companionship - and together they could even have a family. It was seeing Anya around her daughter, Tris, that had planted the first seeds of yearning for a fuller life and someone to share it with. 

It was with the very intention of settling that Lexa had packed her bags and moved to her dream city, much smaller in scale and population than the one that had offered her so much, but a place with a progressive enough reputation that Lexa knew she could be happy there. Anya had helped her with the move - a two hour drive away that both her and Lexa had felt weigh heavily on them. It would be the first time Lexa was far away from the friend who had, by all means, saved her life more than once. 

When Lexa had applied for a teaching position at the Polis private middle school, it had been with Anya’s full support. She had coached her through the high-brow interview process and then celebrated when Lexa had officially been offered the English teacher position, to be started in two months for the new school year. For once, the stars had seemed to align. 

That was, at least, until Lexa had stepped into her new apartment and realized just how strongly it smelled of fresh paint. On her first night alone, Lexa had woken up so dizzy that not even a morning walk had lessened the feeling. She’d resigned herself to the fact that her new place would be inhabitable for at least a week and had quickly found a hotel to stay in for the next few days. 

~

Jake Griffin was the proud owner of Griffin Hotel, a warm place with under thirty rooms and a distinctly cozy appeal to it. It was not luxurious but still well-kept, with a room near the foyer for the breakfast buffet and another sitting room with armchairs, a bookshelf, and a view on their garden. Lexa had only taken one suitcase up to her room, but after Jake had left her to it, she’d felt oddly compelled to walk for a bit before she turned in for the night. 

She put on her comfiest sweater and wandered out of the hotel, finding her way to the garden and enjoying the soothing sound of the small fountain there. Through the window to the sitting room, she could see the bookshelf standing tall and wondered what titles she would find on the spines of those old books. She went back inside and walked into the room, but stopped when she found that there was someone sitting on one of the armchairs. 

She couldn’t be any older than Lexa, with her hair in a loose up-do and her legs curled up beneath her. She was completely absorbed in a book, an edition of Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Café so worn that the cover was only kept on thanks to three paperclips. There were notes sticking out of it and some ink stains on the edges of the pages. Lexa felt a sudden thrum of excitement at the prospect of a shared interest. 

"I love that tomato,” she said offhandedly.

Her eyes widened as she realized the moronic string of words she had uttered. The woman’s head snapped up and Lexa felt her cheeks grow hot when she noticed her bewildered expression.

"That novel, I mean," Lexa quickly corrected. "It's a good one. Wonderful."

The woman blinked at her and when, finally, her mouth parted open, Lexa was so certain that she was about to say something that she couldn't help but feel disappointed when she merely nodded instead. But her disappointment quickly vanished when the woman’s face suddenly broke into a smile; one so sweet that Lexa felt herself smile right back.

When she motioned for Lexa to sit, Lexa promptly did.

"I'm sorry if I interrupted anything," Lexa said. "You seemed so engrossed."

The woman shrugged. Lexa wrung her hands on her lap. "It’s actually the first book I ever borrowed at a library.”

At the woman's arched brow, Lexa felt that she had been asked to elaborate. "I was nine. It was summer and I was wildly bored."

The woman suddenly sat up and pinched both edges of the book before showing the considerable space between her fingers. Lexa understood her meaning and smiled sheepishly.

"Yes, it was definitely too dense and mature for me. But I loved the world. Then I got obsessed with frying my own tomatoes - my mom never forgave me for setting her new pan on fire.”

The woman laughed, a soundless expression that made her eyes crinkle and her tongue peek out between her teeth. Lexa had accomplished many things in her life, but making this woman laugh felt like her proudest moment.

"Clarke?"

Lexa recognized Jake in the doorway, looking over at the woman in the armchair and then yawning loudly. 

"I'm turning in. You need anything, hun'?"

Evidently, Lexa had stumbled upon Jake's daughter. When Clarke lifted her hands and signed something with them, Lexa thought to smack herself. She had been blabbing without once wondering why Clarke didn't respond verbally. 

Jake chuckled at something Clarke signed. "Fair enough. Goodnight, kiddo."

After he left, Lexa stood up and cleared her throat. “I’m so sorry, I-” She pinched the bridge of her nose. "I've been talking your ear off and you probably just wanted to read in peace."

Clarke looked up at her with a curious expression, one Lexa couldn’t read at all. 

“Hm... goodnight, then.” She smiled weakly and walked out of the room, already reaching for the bedroom key in her pocket. 

Though she felt like an idiot, Lexa couldn’t resist one glance back before she turned the corner. She found Clarke looking at her with a soft smile, her expression so full of wonder that Lexa knew she would not be able to forget it.

-

Part two

[inkstainedfanfics]

Tattoos and Apologies

Peter Parker x Reader soulmate!AU + fake dating trope

“There you are!”

Arms wrap around your waist, and you’re stumbling sideways, falling from your open locker and into the chest of your best friend.

“Hey, Peter,” you say, rolling your eyes, hugging your books to your chest as he holds you against him, his heart beating hard through his light blue sweater, the one you had supposedly bought him for Christmas.

Except you hadn’t. That’s just what you let the school hear on return from break, just to spot Liz’s reaction. It’d been his idea at the start of the November, this fake relationship, and as much as you might hate it sometimes, it seems to have worked to get Liz’s attention.

He presses his mouth next to your ear and whispers, “Seem real enough?”

Ignoring his question, you sigh and scan the hallway, searching for the familiar face you’ve come to unjustly hate. It’s not her fault Peter is basically in love with her, you tell yourself, straining to believe it when you see her eyes locked on the two of you, her expression unreadable. “Be happy,” you mutter. “Liz is looking. Like she always is.” Then you pull away from Peter’s warm grip, smiling, pretending to be one half of a happy couple though you really would rather scowl. “That’s why I keep telling you to ask her out.”

Peter grins, shoving his hands into his pocket as he leans against the locker next to yours. “She’s not always looking.”

You shove books into your locker, grabbing the chem ones to swap out. “Yes she is, because she’s into you, Parker. Just admit to her you’re into her, too, and the stars will align, and the sun will shine, and the world will break into song, and you can live your happily ever after.”

Peter’s face falls, twisting from a smile to confusion to hurt for a moment before swinging into a clearly fake frown. “Awe, now you’re being mean.”

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

“Am. Not.” You say, slamming your locker shut, irritation covering your features.

Peter’s good mood, though, cannot be broken this morning, and he happily reaches out, sliding his hand into yours as you swing your backpack onto your shoulder. “Are. Too.”

You roll your eyes yet again, half at Peter’s unshakeable mood and half at your heart’s uneven reaction to Peter’s hand in yours. It’s not your fault, you tell yourself, that you’d fallen in love with your best friend; that’s all on destiny, setting you up to fall for the most oblivious guy to ever have existed.

You make your way past Liz, grateful she at least has the grace to drop her eyes as you and Peter walk hand-in-hand in front of her. It’s not her fault, and you really shouldn’t hate her, you tell yourself again. It’s not her fault. Not her fault you’d shouted something forgettable down the hall as Peter had run away from crashing into you, on his way to who knows where. Not her fault you didn’t realize his apology matched exactly what the tattoo on your shoulder predicted your soulmate would first say to you. Not her fault you’re too much of a coward to confirm your suspicions yet.

Not her fault at all.

And yet, you realize you’re scowling and definitely not listening to whatever Peter has been saying.

Something he clearly picks up on as he bumps his shoulder into yours. “You’re zoning out again.”

“Sorry,” you mutter, trying to recall whatever it was Peter had said while you’d tuned out. The attempt is futile, though, as the spot on your shoulder he’d bumped pulses lightly, the messy tattoo with the words I’m so sorry in his handwriting responding to his touch. Damn thing. Gods above, soulmates are annoying.

“So?” He asks, and you blink up at him, hoping he hasn’t noticed that you’d yet again tuned out.

“Uh, sure.”

Peter lights up at this, and you wonder what you just signed yourself up for. “Great. I’ll meet you at five? My place?”

“Uh, yeah, sounds great.”

“Awesome. You’re gonna love it. I picked up all the classics.”

You stare at him, your stomach turning into an Olympic gymnast at his goofy smile. “Great.”

“Hey,” he says, tugging you to a stop as you reach the chem labs, voice lowering, “is everything all right? You seem a little out of it today.”

You force a smile. “Yeah, fine. Just tired. We’ve got a test today. I was up all night studying and…” you trail off, the excuse sounding dumb even to yourself.

Peter, though, nods and squeezes your hand. “You’ll do great. You always do.”

“Thanks,” you manage, and Peter nods again, still holding your hand, his cheeks tinged pink.

“Well,” you say after a minute, “I should probably get going.”

“Yeah,” Peter says, ��me too.”

“Peter,” you say after another second, “you’re going to be late for class.”

He glances at a clock then lets your hand go as he steps away, reaching up to rub the back of his neck. “Yeah, okay. At five, right?”

“Right,” you say, slightly amused by his sudden awkwardness. You haven’t seen this Peter in a long time. “See you then.”

“See you,” Peter says, hand raised in a wave before he turns away and starts to run through the mostly empty hall. “And good luck,” he shouts, spinning around to wave once more before turning the corner.

You reach up, trailing your hand over the tattoo, still warm even through your sleeve from his touch. With a sigh, you turn and head into the lab, wondering how he’ll break the ice to speak with Liz in history today.

It isn’t until halfway through class that you realize that he walked you the entire way to the labs, hand in hand, even though Liz went the opposite direction long before.

[sassy-pelican]

Soulmate AU: Bucky Barnes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader Premise: Everyone is born with the soundwaves of the first words their soulmate says on the inside of their dominant hands’ wrist. When those words are said, the birthmark/tattoo turns scar-like. Yours just so happens to turn into a scar when you run into – literally – the former Winter Soldier. Warning: Fluff, language A/N: I am hoping to make this into a multi-part mini-series, but no promises. After seeing the initial and continual response to my Sebastian Stan Soulmate AU, I decided I would try my hand at a different soulmate trope for Bucky.

Your morning was peachy; absolutely marvelous. Nothing beats spilled coffee all over your front, a broken heel, an alarm that did go off – courtesy of your power going out briefly during the night – and realizing that you are going to have to go to work late with a coffee covered shirt. You hurry down the sidewalk, not paying any mind to speed or trajectory. Your only focus is on the destination at hand, the hell that is your job.

It doesn’t even register as you slam into a solid human, build much like a brick wall. You hardly notice as you start falling backwards, almost hitting the ground. Thankfully, the nice human brick wall catches you, saving you from any further embarrassment.

“You okay?” The man says, still holding you upright. You nod. Already trying to brush yourself off, mind still focused on rushing to work. You glance down, catching the sight of your wrist. Your eyes go wide.

“Fucking shit. Today of all days?” You mutter, knowing that his own birthmark tattoo will turn scar-like. You can feel his hand tense on your upper arms. “Sorry. I am already having a shitty day and it isn’t even nine.” Your eyes unconsciously travel up and down the person opposite you. What the hell is he wearing?

“Um …” He trails off before looking down at his own attire. Tactical gear. It is then that you notice one of his hands is gloved. Puzzling, but not exactly enough to set off red flags, even if it should. Sighing, you step away from the strange man that is obviously your soulmate.

“I really have to go. I work at the large building around the corner, you really can’t miss it. It has the big sign that says Stark.” You tell him, clearly ignoring the look of pure shock and horror on his face. “Come by later and ask for [Y/F/N] [Y/L/N]. We can talk then.” Without much more, you begin to hurry back to the Stark building.

Not even five minutes late – a miracle if you had any say in it – you are greeted by your boss, and she looks pissed. “Miss [Y/L/N]! You are late. As the assistant to the head of HR you are expected to be on time and –” She eyes your shirt, nose wrinkling in disgust. “What are you wearing!”

“On the way here, I had a small incident with coffee. And as you pointed out, I am late, therefore I had no time to go back home and change. I have an extra blouse in my desk that I will gladly change into.” You state, far more calmly than you feel.

She nods. “In my office. Ten minutes.” Turning on her heal, she walks off. Everyone who witnessed the small display of false dominance all breathe a sigh of relief once she is out of earshot.

Your closest coworker, Jane, looks at you. “I don’t how you do it [Y/N]. You are the only person I know who can stand up to her.”

“I’m her assistant, I have to be able to tell her what to do. Even if it is under the false guise of submissiveness. Plus, I am not easily intimidated.” You fumble through your desk, pulling out the clean blouse from the bottom drawer. You can still hear Jane muttering to herself and anyone who will listen as you make your way into the bathroom to change.

Fully clothed and in clean clothes, you stride into your boss’s office. She looks up from her computer, her eyes disapproving of your new outfit almost as much as the previous coffee stained shirt. “Sit.” You do so.

“Miss [Y/L/N], would you care to tell me why I have found concept drawing for Mr. Stark’s new residence in your desk?” She asks, her tone far too condescending. You are seething.

While she might be your boss, your desk is considered yours. “The entire under-office was approached, as were all departments, to enter into a contest to design the new Avengers base. I decided to enter. You may check email logs to make sure I am telling the truth, but you will find nothing incriminating.” You say, the calmness in your voice fake.

“I will do so. However, as your superior, I am to be informed of any and all assignments you take, even if it is for personal reasons.” She mocks. You see red, knowing she has no right to treat to you like a piece of meat.

“This is my notice. I will be gone within the week.” You tell her. Standing up, you remove yourself from her office. Returning to your desk, you check your email one last time before beginning to pack your things. One in particular catches your eye. It is the results of the contest.

You won. A time and place are outlined in the email, detailing all the important things. Rushing once more you haul ass to the upper floors. Stark’s floors. Your breathing heavy, you try to calm yourself as you ride the elevator. Still reeling from the shock and awe of actually winning you tentatively knock of the conference room stated in the email.

“Come in.” you recognize the voice as Mr. Stark.

“You must be [Y/F/N] [Y/L/N]. Please sit.” He gestures at a chair next to him at the table.

“I am.” You reply as you sit.

“After seeing your designs and reviewing your degree and background in architecture and engineering, I found that you were the best possible candidate to do what I wanted.”

“Thank you.”

“You are welcome. Now, walk with me.” He stands before you can utter a protest, not that you would.

“I, of course, need a private wing for Pepper and I, a gym area large enough to house all the current Avengers comfortably and with room to grow. A large common area to lounge in with everyone, a kitchen in both my personal wing and the communal areas, a bar area, a pool area, a game room, a private cinema, guest suites for everyone – preferably split into a few wings opposite my own, a lab, a garage.” He stops.

“May I ask you to write that down?” You ask him, knowing you won’t be able to remember a bit of it.

“Of course. I forget sometimes that most people don’t retain information like I do.” He laughs. You find it hard to choose between taking that as an insult or just a straight fact.

“Mr. Stark. The team has returned. Should I set up a briefing?” The AI. F.R.I.D.A.Y., asks.

“Yes please. Tell everyone to meet me in conference room C. Inform them that I will have a guest.” He says, his tone final. “I suppose I will be introducing you to the team sooner than I planned.”

You nod, a little overwhelmed at the prospect of meeting with the Avengers, or more of them. “That is perfectly fine Mr. Stark.”

“Not yet, you don’t know me well enough, but eventually we will have to get you to phase out of calling me Mr. Stark and start calling me Tony.” He mutters, you don’t think he meant for you to hear that.

You two don’t make to the meeting room before everyone else. You walk in, greeted with dirty and a few bloody people. Eyes scanning the room, you notice familiar gear, a hand holding a glove, a metal gleam. Looking up, you lock eyes with him, instant recognition hitting you. Mr. Stark looks between the two of you, shock and confusion on his face.

“Do you and Tin Man know each other?” He asks.

“We’ve met.” You mutter, still holding his gaze.

Mr. Stark continues to look at the two us, questioning; as does Steve Rogers. “Is there anything you two want to share with the class?” Mr. Stark, you suppose you should call him Tony now, asks.

“Um …” Both you and Bucky mutter, looking at the ground. Neither on of you sure how to broach the subject. You look up, holding out your wrist. “This happened this morning when I quite literally ran into, um, him this morning.” He glances at your wrist, eyes widening at the understanding.

“I see.” He nods, continuing to look between the two of you. “Will it be a problem?” You shake your head.

“No. I can work on the designs without it being an issue. I wanted to get to know everyone anyway to learn likes and dislikes so that I can design the new base more effectively and comfortably for everyone.”

Mr. Stark, Tony, smiles. “I like you. Please, call me Tony. I have a feeling that we are going to be on a first name basis from now on.” He eyes everyone. “Everyone, excluding Bucky, this is [Y/F/N] [Y/L/N], she is going to be designing the new base I talked to you about a few weeks ago. And as she said, she will want to get to know you and as Barnes’ soulmate, you will most likely be seeing a lot of her.”

No one says anything. “Well, get on with it. I don’t want you standing here dirty and bloody any longer than you have to. Get showered and changed.” Tony barks at everyone, sounding much like an indignant chihuahua.

Everyone, including you, hurry out. However, with nowhere to go, you just stand there in the hall. Bucky sheepishly comes up to you. “Hello.”

You smile. “Hey. So … this is what you do.”

He laughs. “Yeah. I take it you work here too?” Your smile drops.

“Um … not exactly.” He lifts his eyebrow. “I may have quit this morning. My boss was a bitch and basically called me out on not being a piece of meat.” His eyes widen.

Tony comes out, surprise on his face. “Who was you boss?” You look at him, not realizing that he could hear you.

“The head of HR.” You mumble, hoping you won’t get in trouble.

“I was going to ask you to transfer over to my private sector anyway, so that just makes this easier, but I now plan on talking to her.” He mutters heading in the direction of my former office.

“So doll, care to take a walk with me?”

[kaheyama]

tagged by @crimsonsrain​ and @sugawaras thankyou guysss! Rules: answer the 10 questions, write your own 10 questions, then tag 10 people

(under the cut bc I don’t want to take up space but pls take a look they asked some good stuff!)

~jj’s questions~

1. have you ever fallen in love? if yes, how does it feel? I don't think so!

2. what is the most amazing thing that has happened to you? oh man jj coming out here with the hard hitting questions ahaha umm I guess finding friends (here and irl) who share the same interests as me and even if they don't still supporting me regardless! shoutout to my two closest friends irl who always read my fics even tho they're not in the same fandom at all

3. what is the best thing that you’ve ever accomplished? honestly, I guess my ATAR? *gags at the flashbacks* but it's what essentially 13 years of schooling led to and I think I did pretty well so I'm happy. (also getting a medicine interview but that was kinda ruined when I didn't get accepted into med LMAOOOOOOOOO) 

4. what would be the first thing you would do if you’d ever arrive in the moon? look at the earth! saw this comic about how an artist was sad they’d never be able to view the beauty of the earth in its entirety and that really stuck with me I guess

5. what keeps you awake at night? daydreaming about things that’ll never happen.... fic ideas..... sometimes not so positive things

6. what planet would you most like to be in right now? (and why?) neptune! bc it’s blue and the watery one right ahaha

7. what would you do if you learned how to fly? just enjoy being in the sky tbh like I’ve had dreams where I could fly and it’s just so so fun (but also go around and visit people! go to some countries and try new food and stuff)

8. when was the last time you’ve laughed so hard? *thinks of that t ikt0k ad* ummm oh I watched e x o’s whisper game on kn owing bros this morning that was funny! 

9. what is that one book that has stuck in your head for days? this is difficultttt back when I read all the time (as opposed to fics lol) all those YA books were stuck in my head. but shoutout to the legend series bc it’s .. legendary

10. unicorns or fairies? fairies!

~angie’s questions~

1. what character do you find the most similar to you? amyyy santiago or tsukki? hehe

2. if you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be? man I do not know bc everywhere has its issues OH WAIT last year when school was horrible I kept thinking that I wish I could live somewhere entirely isolated in the woods (with wifi connection ofc AHAH) 

3. what’s a song you’ve been listening to lately? miroh by stray k ids and oh my god by gid le! both absolute bangers 

4. do you believe in soulmates? if yes, do you think you’ve found yours yet? I unfortunately don’tttt (maybe that’ll change if I meet someone special? lmaoooo)

5. what’s your favorite trope? oof this made me think of legend so maybe like two people start off really rocky/hate each other but slowly as they see the other sides to each other they inevitably fall in love.. 

6. how do you like your eggs? (lol) I reaaaaaally like those custardy scrambled eggs (I follow the recipe by binging w b abish! always have to check even tho I’ve made them a few times now bc I’m a disaster when it comes to cooking kfhdsjf)

7. what’s the weirdest dream you’ve ever had? without going into too much detail bc it was pretty damn violent actually I’ve had a few dreams where it’s like... (omg I guess hunger games inspired) you gotta like.. escape your death in some kinda environment and there’s just a lot of pain involved fskjdhfksdj (barbed wire?? weirdly??) IN THE MOST RECENT ONE MR AKUTAGAWA WAS THERE TOO FKSHDKFJSHDKFHJ 

8. if you could eat dinner with 5 fictional characters, who would they be? the ones who can cook. LMAOOO but real talk I would say my faves but I honestly don’t know that we’d get along lmaoooo I think akaashi (hq). hinata (hq). haruichi (dna). rin (free). anddd saitama (opm) fskhfsdkj

9. why did you first join tumblr? I think... it was for tr oye???? lol 

10. where do you feel most at peace? at home! but also nature is pretty calming too

~my questions~

1. if there’s a moment you could relive which would it be?

2. what movie/show/series made you cry the hardest?

3. what was your first ever dream job?

4. sciences or the arts? (which do you like, which do you do, either one)

5. do you want/have a tattoo?

6. what’s your favourite kind of food?

7. favourite sport?

8. do you own merch? if so, of what?

9. what kind of house do you like? (modern, historic, two-storey, apartment etc.)

10. how are you feeling right now?

and finally, tagging: @tatakaedrey @todorokiies @dazzledlights @boahancokk @tea-and-honeys + anyone else who wants to! if you got this far ty for reading all this fsdhf I know it was long

[umbralich]

Never ending survey

RULES: Repost, do not reblog. Tag 10 blogs!

Tagged by: @lareine-kira and @paleshadeofrose

Tagging: @hangedemperor , @istolin , @maximiloix , @trahja-tia , @eorzeasfrozenknight , @charm-in-spades , @thorcatte , @haila-wetyios , @a-sharlayan-abroad

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BASICS.

FULL NAME: Varg Blacksoul, formerly Timur Oronir NICKNAME: Varg-Varg (given by Lareine), Stiffy and Grumpy (given by Silke) AGE:  54 BIRTHDAY:  9th sun of the 1st astral moon ETHNIC GROUP: Xaela Au Ra NATIONALITY: Othard, Ishgard LANGUAGE/S: Common, xaelic, ishgardian SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Demisexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Biromantic RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single and not looking for company. HOME TOWN / AREA:  Dawn Throne, Azim Steppe CURRENT HOME:  Pillars, Ishgard PROFESSION: Paladin, medic/healer at Ishgard’s service.

PHYSICAL.

HAIR: Long and silvery grey. EYES: Black with white limbal rings, small irises. FACE: Angular features, long nose, high cheekbones. LIPS: Narrow, often cracked, slightly darker than his usual skin color. COMPLEXION: Grayish purple BLEMISHES: Dark circles SCARS: Lots of scars which he keeps hidden at all times. Two thick, long ones are visible and almost go across his right eye. TATTOOS: No tattoos. HEIGHT:  210cm WEIGHT: Slightly underweight BUILD: Slender but masculine, somewhat toned. FEATURES: Black markings around eyes, and naturally thick, black claws. ALLERGIES: None USUAL HAIR STYLE: At work or formal meetings it’s combed back either completely or with some locks on his temples left loose. In more casual situations he mostly just lets it be. USUAL FACE LOOK: Calm, focused, narrowed eyes. USUAL CLOTHING:  Full, dignified heavy armor or parts of it combined with a long coat, formal robes, jodhpurs, vests, blouses and high-heeled boots.

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR/S: Imprisonment, being held or tied down, physical pain, betrayal. ASPIRATION/S: To be successful, self-sufficient and powerful until the end, to bring as many as possible wrongdoers to justice, to find an heir, and catch people still on the loose who managed to escape his revenge long ago.

POSITIVE TRAITS: He keeps his word, doesn’t leave things unfinished, is a good motivator for slackers, aims for high-quality results in everything, is reasonable and logical.

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Insensible towards most of people, logic always comes before his own or other people’s feelings, very straightforward, capable of cruelty if necessary.

TEMPERAMENT: Calm SOUL TYPE/S: Thinker ANIMALS: Gray wolf

VICE HABIT/S: Smoking. He hates it, but it’s the least harmful thing that calms his nerves down, and he’s addicted. He tries to limit it though, and use it only in worst occasions, since he doesn’t want the side effects affecting his health or work. If things get especially grim, he also has full stashes of potent liquor and intravenous sedatives.

FAITH: Science usually comes first, but he’s also spiritual in some way. It’s one of those topics he doesn’t discuss with anyone. Some of his duties include working as a cleric, so it may have something to do with Halone. Or then it doesn’t, and it’s just another job.

GHOSTS?: Has seen them with his own eyes so can’t deny their existence. AFTERLIFE?: He hopes it exists, for reasons. REINCARNATION?: It’s a possibility.

POLITICAL ALIGNMENT: Generally neutral, but on demand would choose the side of underdogs: ignoble, the poor and the sick, minors etc. Wouldn’t show his alignment publicly if it was a threat to himself. Would also pretend to be supporting the oppressor, only trying to sabotage their work at every opportunity. Even I’m not sure would he actually die for anyone else or some common cause. He has fled once to save his own hide and he could do it again. Knows main points of what’s going on and where around the world for the sake of common knowledge, but is only interested in topics that concern himself. Has been a target for racists since arriving to Ishgard as a teenager, so he despises them from the bottom of his heart.

EDUCATION LEVEL: Learned

FAMILY.

FATHER : Not relevant MOTHER :  Not relevant SIBLINGS : None that he knows of EXTENDED FAMILY: Iris Ymir (patient and protege) and Arsene Dreadeois (butler)

NAME MEANING/S:

Timur is a Turkic and Mongolic name which literally means iron. In Indonesian, timur translates to east and symbolizes hope by the rising sun.

All members of the Oronir tribe believe themselves to be direct descendants of Azim, the tribe's god of the sun.

Varg is wolf in swedish. Varg was also originally a nickname given by his friends at the Steppe. It was the only thing he kept after starting his new life in Ishgard and severing his ties with his homeland.

Blacksoul was given by his comrades in the army for being so ruthless towards enemies - both the ones on the battlefield and the ones captured.

HISTORICAL CONNECTION?: None

FAVORITES.

BOOK:  Science, mythology, swordplay, alchemy, etc. Everything that has something to do with his work or hobbies. DEITY: Halone seems to share most of his values. HOLIDAY: Doesn’t celebrate any. MONTH: September and October. There isn’t many little things in life he gets pleasure from, but fall colors is one of them. SEASON: Fall and winter. PLACE: His estate, cathedrals, libraries and forges. WEATHER: Thick fog, rain and sunshine at the same time. SOUND/S: Fire, rain and musical instruments when someone who actually knows what they’re doing plays them. SCENT/S: Herbs, iron, parchment. TASTE/S:  Whisky, tea, whatever Arsene makes. FEEL/S:  Clean clothes, heat radiating from a fireplace. ANIMAL/S:  Doesn’t like animals except for his chocobo, Mori. NUMBER: Doesn’t care about numbers. COLORS: White, black, blood red, gold, silver.

EXTRA.

TALENTS: Accuracy of a chirurgeon, skillful with swords, managing to define a goal fast in any kind of surprising situation and being very patient and stubborn at achieving it.  BAD AT: Admitting he has weaknesses, comforting people, having fun, small talk, relaxing. HOBBIES: Reading, studying, weapon maintenance, alchemy. TROPES: Antihero, tragic hero and mad scientist. Definitely could also be a villain. Depends on whom you ask.

QUOTES:

“Since you seem to be so worried of my… customers, perhaps I should take you along the next time I interrogate them. You would see with your own eyes what kind of delicate, exquisite and misunderstood individuals they are, when they spit on you, mock their victims and brag about the amount of people they have raped or murdered.”

“Today it happens. Make sure she is out of here before I return tonight. I am no longer even sure which one of them is the worse one.”

“It was a mere procedure. If procedures were considered intimate, I would be close friends with half of Ishgard by now.”

“Do tell me... If you work as much as you claim, how come you are always broke when we meet?”

“Very well. Play something for me. Let us see are you a man of your word.”

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1 :  If you could write your character your way in their own movie, what would it be called, what style would it be filmed in, and what would it be about?          

A1 :  He’s been busy sticking his spoon into so many soups during his life that you could probably make a trilogy of his fooleries feats. The first part would tell about his early life in Azim Steppe and how he was forced to leave from there, the second part about how he found his soulmate and adapted to his new life in Ishgard, and how it all eventually ended up into a shitstorm, and the third one would be the current storyline. No clue about the name, though. The Soulforge would be perfect but too bad it’s taken.

Q2 :  What would their soundtrack/score sound like?          

A2 : Bloodborne, Dark Souls and Amnesia the Dark Descent OSTs are absolutely the closest ones you could get to Varg. Orchestral, choir, bowed string instruments, both epic and monstrous. Even if there were more peaceful pieces here and there, while listening to them you’d still have that same feeling of dread you used to have while playing the original Resident Evil and Silent Hill games and finding a safe room: you just barely escaped death but can’t stay in the safe haven forever.

Q3 : Why did you start writing this character?          

A3 : He’s quite different compared to my Forsaken shadow priestess in WoW, whom I used to RP for... two or three years? Long story short: I wanted something else for a change. I also used to have an old Forsaken death knight, who was a lot more similar to Varg, but he was more evil. He existed pretty much only for occasions when someone needed a true villain for some plot. He was funny however and I always thought it was a pity I didn’t get chances to RP him more often.

Q4 : What first attracted you to this character?          

A4 : He’s a mixture of four different OCs of mine, with a bit of his original spice ofc. One of them came into being in, uh, somewhat obscure conditions. Kept seeing him in my dreams when I was a kid, and he became one of my imaginary friends I used to have back then. And not just one of the many, but the closest one. Also generally in entertainment I couldn’t care less about Lukes and Frodos. Villains, tragic heroes and the like are my thing. They’re usually the most multilayered and interesting characters.

Q5 : Describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse.

A5 : Perfectionism. I’m similar and it sometimes drives me nuts to watch him neglecting himself while trying to achieve perfection. If I could physically talk to him I would go and slap him and be like “EAT. SLEEP. YES THE THING IS GOOD ENOUGH ALREADY. LEAVE IT.”

Q6 :  What do you have in common with your muse?          

A6 :  Well, already kind of answered this one, but wait, there’s more: insomnia, nightmares, PTSD, misanthropy and cynicism come to mind first. And booze. How could I almost forget booze? I believe I know what misery is so I’m good at RPing miserable characters and make them look as authentic as possible. *lols like Alcyone from Magic Knight Rayearth* We both also have a strong sense of justice and nonexistent sympathy for those who use others as stepping stones. Aye I know, sounds a lot like a self-insert character, but it’s not like that. It’s more like... before meeting him/the OCs he’s based on, I used to be quite a scentless and tasteless kid. Similarities and peer support attract. And I’ve also learned from him.

It’s also a lot like me and Lareine. We became friends because we had 95% of the same interests and problems but perhaps that’s why we get along so well and understand each other.

Q7 :  How does  your muse feel about  you?          

A7 :  He would probably hate and like me at the same time. Or couldn’t decide. We both like peace and quiet, doing our job well is fundamental and our basic values are pretty much the same. We would get along well if we worked in the same place. However, unlike him, I have some horrid procrastination seasons, crippling self-esteem issues, tend to put other people’s needs and opinions above my own and keep stressing about things for 7 billion souls instead of just myself. I’m suspicious of pretty much everything else except Lareine and our plushie crow Agatha, except that Agatha creeps me out sometimes as well when she takes out a knife and sits next to my bed at night, staring at me, can’t watch Hachiko without bawling my eyes out during the entire movie, love puppies and kittens and danger noodles and I’m addicted to video games. Very likely he’d kick me out as well.

Q8 :  What characters does your muse have interesting interactions with?        

A8 : Varg would never admit it to himself, but I think he gets best along with people who are a bit silly in some way, and who get on his nerves by being too carefree and doing stupid things. Lareine and Iris, when they’re behaving. Arsene, who’s kind at everyone. Currently Shaura is my favorite. Varg himself is so uptight people like them help breaking his gray routines. Also a bonus: he doesn’t see them as a threat, so that’s probably the closest he’s able to get to relaxing among other people.

Q9 :  What gives you inspiration to write your muse?        

A9 : I’m a fan of my own characters. It doesn’t feel like I would’ve created them. I saw them with my third eye or something and I’ve just written for others to read what I’ve seen. I don’t plan RPs beforehand. I just let the hound loose and let him do whatever he wants. So far I haven’t got tired of my characters’ antics and could just write more. The only obstacles are limited hours per day, necessary evils like eating and sleeping, procrastination, trying to sort out my life, and the damn FFXIV. SOMEONE PLEASE TAKE IT OUT OF MY HANDS.

Q10 : How long did this take you to complete?          

A10 : Ehh, maybe 4-5 hours.

[lukes-writing]

Character Introduction: Whisper Johanna Archer-Gutenberg

Project: The Dreamcatcher series Name: Whisper Johanna Archer-Gutenberg Age: 19 Height: 161 cm (5″ 3,4′) MBTI: ENFP

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Appearance

Whisper is a slight girl of average height with fair skin and flat chest which is sometimes a target of mockery. She has dreamy, faraway hazel eyes and a winsome, mysterious smile; the combination of these traits lends her a slightly otherworldly, uncanny appearance. Apart from her face, her most prominent feature is her fair hair tied into long dreadlocks.

Whisper's style of clothing is as eccentric as her hairstyle and personality. She usually dresses in loose-fitting clothes of bright colors and floral patterns including long skirts, sundresses and airy blouses. She feels the best walking barefoot.

Whisper also wears excessive, flashy jewelry and plentiful of talismans, magical amulets and lucky charms. She has also several tattoos, the most prominent being a large dreamcatcher on her upper back. Due to her eccentric appearance and style of dressing, she's nicknamed "the hippie girl" by her friends and she doesn't mind it

Personality

Whisper is a difficult person to understand. Even though she's generally kind, caring and positive person, it takes a careful, delicate approach to reach into her comfort zone and gain her trust. She is whimsical, even erratic, and nobody knows what's going on in her mind at the moment. That makes her difficult to lead and control, even though her spontaneous and impulsive behavior can offer a solution to many challenging situations.

She is generally an extroverted person who enjoys company, but like most aspects of her personality, her temperament is a subject of frequent changes. She enjoys time alone, spent by relaxing, meditation or long walks. She is the happiest when she's at peace with herself and the world and values all kinds of harmony.

Whisper is also very sincere about her feelings and is not hesitant to express them, no matter how harsh it may sound. She is also open about which people she dislikes and tends to avoid them at all costs, even if it means getting into more conflicts which is frequent because of her stubbornness and quirky nature. On the other hand, when she gets on well with someone, she quickly becomes attached and makes a great friend.

Even though Whisper seems timid at first, she is open about nudity and sexuality, claiming it's a natural part of life. On the contrary, she strictly condemns any kind of intolerance, hate, bigotry or unnecessary violence. Her opinions are liberal and she has trouble accepting authority, especially when the person is trying to assert their dominance using force.

She abstains from alcohol, but rather frequently smokes marijuana which helps her unwind and focus. She claims it also enhances her ability of astral traveling. She is open to experimentation of all kinds, but she's also rational enough to not let it go too far.

Skills, talents and weaknesses

While Sienna is the team's most valuable member when it comes to logical thinking and far-sighted decisions, Whisper is appreciated for her intuition and creative approach to problems. She always follows the voice of her feelings rather than cold logic which can end up with various results.

Whisper is artistically gifted - she is able to paint, compose poems and play several musical instruments, which takes a toll on her practical abilities such as the knowledge of technology or the ability to do manual work. Since she is usually lost in her thoughts, she's also forgetful and scatterbrained.

Another of Whisper's strengths is her empathy and ability to understand people. She can see the person's true nature and intentions just by spending a few minutes with them. She's extremely sensitive to body language and can perceive the person's aura to some degree, making her an efficient lie detector.

Whisper's greatest weakness is the lack of physical strength. She's not proficient in any kind of martial art and neither can she handle a firearm or a weapon. This is partially caused by her strictly pacifistic nature and also by her slight, delicate frame not suited for physical combat. Moreover, in stressful situations, she often tends to panic and rushes into stupid decisions. That's why she usually counts on her battle-skilled teammates when it's going tough.

Special powers

Whisper's special power is astral traveling, an ability to detach her soul from her body and travel through the astral realm. This allows her to travel unseen to dangerous or restricted areas without the risk of getting hurt. During the detach, the body and soul are connected by a silver astral rope called a "Lifeline" by the travelers.

Her ability requires years of training in the form of meditation and relaxation techniques and has several levels of mastery:

Out of Body - the traveler can detach their soul from their body and roam the astral realm;

Out of Space - the traveler's soul isn't affected by space, allowing them to immediately transfer the soul to any place in the world;

Out of Time - while traveling, the traveler's soul is unaffected by time, able to change the subjective perception of it.

The ability also has several drawbacks. The most obvious one is that Whisper's physical body is unconscious when her astral body is detached. That requires her to either perform the detach on a safe, isolated place or to have someone to look after the senseless body and protect it from harm. Also, to perform the detach, Whisper has to remain relaxed and focused for a while, making it hard to detach in the middle of the fray. Another danger are the immaterial astral beings known as "Hunters" which possess a potential threat to the detached soul.

Her abilities allow Whisper to serve as an efficient spy since physical boundaries don't affect the detached soul. Also, while on the Out of Space level, she can immediately contact any other person able to tap into the astral realm anywhere in the world.

Questions

Favorite color? Green

Favourite artist? 

Favourite animal? Dog

Least favourite animal? Toads (because they’re slimy)

What element would they be? Wind

Theme song? Waiting on the Sky to Change by Downplay

Alignment? Chaotic Good

Deadly sin that best represents them? Lust

Which animal would they be? A swallow bird

Socioeconomic level? Comes from a rich family, but money doesn’t mean much to her

Hobbies? Reading, poetry, music, walks in nature

Patience level? Variable, according to her current mood

Favourite place? Anywhere green and calm

Role model? Her uncle Wiccan Salisbury

Favourite foods? Grilled salmon with vegetables, sushi

Favourite book? The Harry Potter series

Pets? Four budgies (Godric, Rowenna, Helga, Salazar) and three dogs (Arwen, Frodo, Gandalf)

Most appropriate TV trope(s)? “Granola Girl”, “Does Not Like Shoes”, “Cloudcuckoolander”

Smells like? Spring air and a soft perfume

How do they feel about love? She believes in true love and soulmates, but her urge to seek variety and new things in life makes her doubt she would be able to stay with just one person for the rest of her life

Quote/catchphrase: She sometimes tends to replace profanity in a sentence with some more innocent word, creating expressions like “What the twig is going on here?”

Least favorite color? Gray

Fears or phobias? She suffers from mild claustrophobia; being in a closed, isolated room makes her anxious

Music they listen to? Ambient music, soft rock

Bad habits? She occasionally smokes marijuana

What turns them on? Quiet, affectionate talk, soft touches, neck kisses

What turns them off? Roughness, insensitivity

Religious and to what extent? Any spiritual beliefs? She firmly believes in some kind of higher power, but is not a part of any organized religious movement

Kind of student if they attend/were to attend school? (e.g. class clown, straight A) Her grades varied greatly according to the subject and her current mood. She wasn’t too eager to study as she preferred to groom her artistic side.

Random fact!

What ONE item would they take to an uninhabited island? A notebook to write down all kinds of ideas she would come up with

Outlook on life? Always positive, “happy accidents” outlook

Favorite object? Her decorative brooch shaped like a key with wings - she considers it her lucky charm

What was your character like as a child? She tried to be well-behaved to her parents’ image, but her erratic, moody personality sometimes caused discords

What is something other people assume about your character? Judging from her look, the people can guess her loony personality and inclination to art, but they also often assume she does drugs and/or takes sex very irresponsibly

Nervous habits? Talking to herself

Addictions? Apart from harmless addictions like tea, books and music, she has no harmful addcition

Enneagram type? 4

Siblings? Knight Edward (older brother), Liberty Camilla (older sister)

Wears jewelry? Yes, she wears a lot of excessive, flashy jewelry

First kiss? (when and with whom) When she was 18, she experienced her first kiss and first intimate experience with her best friend, Noelle

Glass half full or half empty? Half full

Belief in an afterlife? Yes

Views on gambling, lying, killing, etc...? Strictly negative. She is a person of firm morals and she hates people with questionable moral code.

Do they stand up for what they believe in? Always, firmly

How much do they value money? Not much. It can buy nice things, but it’s not the most important thing in the world.

Wants to get married? Indifferent

Wants to have kids, raise a family? Indifferent; not yet decided

Cat or dog person? Dog

Is there one fictional character (print/stage/screen) you could compare them to? She has a part of Luna Lovegood in her, but there are a lot of differences

Anyone they really hate? Bigots and hateful people

How has their look/design changed over time? Not really, I’ve always wanted her to be like this, so I created her this way. She was maybe more timid in the early stages of development.

What brings them the most joy? Being herself; people accepting her for who she is

Do they play any instruments? Violin, piano, flute

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

Favorite holiday? Christmas

Nickname(s)? Often nicknamed “hippie girl”

Would they dare kill someone? Only if there was no other way to save a friend/family member in danger

Body modifications? (Piercings, implants, tattoos, etc.) She has several tattoos, with the most prominent being a large dreamcatcher on her back

Author’s Note

So this is my first character introduction (with more to come in the future), of course I’ve picked my favorite in my current project ^^ If you have any further questions for/about Whisper, or if you have any feedback about her, please send me an ask or post a comment! If you enjoy my work, you can consider a small donation at www.paypal.me/lukassladky. Thank you for stopping by!

[lunasterial]

BTS FIC RECS: Yoonmin (PT. 1)

yes, you read right, that does say part one. i was writing a draft for this post and it was just so many. so i decided to split it into two instead (although god knows when the next one’s gonna be posted). 

just like my taekook fic recs, this is in no particular order except alphabetical and i have labeled my favourite fics with a star  (☆)

a lie for my first love

the car smells like cigarettes, and it shouldn’t because jimin has never smoked one in his life, and yoongi quit two months ago because jimin begged him to, refused to kiss him until he did.

yoongi’s piercing gaze felt heavy on jimin’s conscience. it’s spoken so matter - of - factly, element of surprise completely lost, as if he’d known all along.

“you’re cheating on me.”

Actions Speak Louder Than Words  ☆

Fuck the feelings away, don't let them takeover. (Friends with Benefits AU)

Art or Pornography 

Yoongi is an art student looking for participants for his university project. It's an important piece for his final year project, but it's difficult to find people willing to agree to read a book with a vibrator inside of them on camera.

Enter Park Jimin, a walking morality issue who makes him question his sanity.

Boop 

based on a tweet: au where yoongi turns into a kitten when someone boops his nose and jimin accidentally boops his nose

but i’d be yours, if you’d be mine  ☆

As spring approaches, the air becomes charged with a static that Jimin hasn’t felt for a long time. He wonders why Yoongi is coming to him now, wonders if there’s any longevity between them this time, but then he remembers a late autumn evening and shy smiles beneath neon lights, the taste of sickly sweet cocktails between meeting mouths and a hand, warm and heavy on his waist.

Jimin thinks, regardless of the outcome, the beginning is always his favourite part.

-

jimin's in love. yoongi's trying to learn what that means.

Cotton Candy  ☆

"He could get used to sitting next to Yoongi like this. To have him around. To have the band around. To smile and feel happy. To see Yoongi sitting in front of an instrument and having him play just for him.

'If this was my happy ending,' Jimin thinks, resisting the urge to lean his head on Yoongi's shoulder, 'if I wasn't who I am, I'd just let you have me whenever you want. You could have me anytime.'"

As spring turns into summer, school band Cotton Candy unexpectedly loses its singer and the members are forced to look for a new vocalist. Six boys find one in the form of the promiscuous pink haired boy Park Jimin who makes a home in their hearts and finally finds a place he belongs.

Days Of Theft  ( Part 3 of the Scheherazade series)  ☆

“Tell me a story,” the girl says, but there’s only ever one story.

Things coming together. Things falling apart.

domestic bliss (is when i’m with you) 

“Babe do you want sugar in your coffee?” she asks, though its rhetoric as she knows exactly how she takes his coffee.

Jimin shakes her head when she doesn’t get a response and carefully carries both cups into the living room. Yoongi is lying down on the couch, curled up on his side, fast asleep.

“Honestly,” she mumbles as she perches by his feet, setting his cup down before reaching a hand out to shake him awake, “hey, wake up. I can’t believe you fell asleep, I made this for you, you dick.”

In which Jimin has a domestic week with Yoongi.

Don’t come closer (I’ll bite)  ☆

“Hmm, really?” Jimin hums thoughtfully, a glint of mischievous in his eyes. “Are you saying that you prefer us doing it in secret?”

“Yeah,” Yoongi answers out of reflex without actually thinking over what Jimin just said. When he finally registers the younger’s playful question in his mind, he almost gasps in horror.

“Wait, no. What do you mean by ‘it’?”

First Love (Part 1 of the First Love series)

Jimin is being courted for the first time. He doesn't really know what to do.

GAME OVER 

“‘Hyung,’ Jimin says and Yoongi looks at him curiously and maybe a little alarmed, but he doesn’t need to be, ‘there is something I’ve been thinking about, something I’ve really wanted to ask you.’

‘Uhm, okay? Go ahead.’

‘That night, when you broke into my bedroom—,’

‘Mhm—,’

‘Was that the first time you did that?’”

Yoongi is a thief and Jimin is hella rich. This is the story of how they fall in love and become each other's world.

Help Desk Ticket  ☆

That one where Yoongi is the IT guy and Jimin is really, really bad at computers.

here, kitty kitty 

Yoongi's in love with his cat Jimin. They do everything together, and he'd take a bullet for the cute little critter.

He just didn't know, you know? That his cat could turn into a person. Or that he was hot.

Home

Room available in a large two bedroom penthouse. 12x12, large windows, high ceilings. The rest of the apartment is fully furnished. Full kitchen with granite countertops and new appliances. 400/month, utilities included. No pets, no smoking. Available immediately.

i'd take my heart clean apart (if it helps yours beat) 

Yoongi is a tattoo artist in training who needs someone to practice on, and the homeless kid sleeping behind the studio is a willing volunteer.

Love Is Stupid and You’re Stupid

Yoongi and Jimin were friends in high school but now they hate each other for ~reasons. Now Yoongi works as a grill cook at a restaurant and wants to forget all about Jimin. Enter Minji (Jimin disguised as a girl for ~reasons). Yoongi ends up hating her too... and then not so much... and then not at all... and then maybe he falls for Minji but he still definitely hates Jimin.

A combination of enemies-to-friends-to-lovers and the trope where one person crossdresses and the other person thinks they're an entirely different person

Midnight Blue  ☆

“flareSUGA: the universe just creates stories

flareSUGA: it creates stories with all our existences and gives everyone of us a lead role that we're sharing with someone else… we're just stories and the universe watches a hundred thousand times how we meet, how we fall in love, what we make of it. The perfect love story with a happy ending time and time again”

They’re living in a world where they lose their voice on their 21st birthday if they haven’t met their soulmate yet.

My Heart Across the Ocean (Part 1 of the Special in My Heart series)

Where sober Park Jimin is too shy for love, but drunk Park Jimin says otherwise.

Once Upon A Dream

“Somebody once promised they’d find you, and that they’ll love you more than they already do,” Yoongi murmurs, a smile on his lips when recognition sparks in Jimin’s eyes, “somebody once promised they’d ask you to be theirs when they can finally do so again.”

Jimin doesn’t say anything—just leans into Yoongi’s touch, that same shy smile Yoongi has grown to love still on his face.

“Be mine, Park Jimin?”

(or alternatively: "that yoonmin soulmates AU where you can see a glimpse of your past life on the eve of your 18th birthday and Jimin dreams of a forbidden Joseon era love story with an upperclassman Min Yoongi, popular basketball player in uni, 18384/10 out of his reach".)

One Night Stands Are (Sometimes) The Answer

Yoongi has been trying to get himself out of the trope of the Romantic Comedy for ages: he's a 27-year-old hopeless romantic that's starved for artistic attention and works at a dive bar. Not only does he think it's a good idea to go to bed with the asshole customer he had served one month prior (who, at the time, was in a relationship), but things go downhill when he wakes up and everything is in colour.

(Soulmate AU: You can only see colour once you've made skin contact with your soulmate.)

Out of My System  ☆ ☆  (my absolute favourite ym fanfic!)

Yoongi likes one night stands and he understands how they work. What he doesn’t understand, however, is how he ended up in bed with a probably-not-legal kid crying in his arms about his broken heart, because he’s pretty sure (and correct him if he’s wrong) that a babysitting job was not what he was looking for when he went to the opening of his friend’s new club.

Scheherazade (Part 1 of the Scheherazade series) 

They’re not good people. Yoongi certainly isn’t, anyway.

Sea la víe 

Yoongi finds a strand of pearls caught on his fishing hook, but when he tries making off with them as goods to sell he’s not prepared to find an annoyed mermaid glaring at him over the edge of his boat, demanding he give them back or else.

Just what’s a guy supposed to do after he’s pissed off a mermaid—merman...merperson? Easy, make a deal with them and watch his life change.

Seawater Kisses  ☆

Jimin is a Siren, they're known of, but not many have the pleasure to see one, let alone know one personally. Yoongi meets Jimin whilst out on the ocean, studying the creatures and such. However, the Sailor didn't quite expect to get so caught up in Jimin and who he really is.

Or

haters to lovers/friends to lovers, a slowburn au of a bratty mermaid jimin

smile like silver (Part 5 of the prompt fills series) 

Anonymous said:

could you do a yoonmin fic where yoongi gets a tongue piercing ? and jimin just really likes it

Soft Kitty, Warm Kitty 

“Didn’t they tell you, hyung, I passed all of my exams. I know what I’m doing.”

Passively, Jimin extends his arm, his hand brushing Yoongi’s thigh, though he doesn’t have much of a grip and lets his arm fall. He looks distraught over this.

Yoongi knows that he has to say it, has to make himself clear to prevent any further anguish on Jimin’s behalf, even if it might only inspire more.

“Jimin, I didn’t buy you to have sex.”

or, Yoongi's buys a kitten hybrid to be less sad and promises himself and everyone else that it's strictly platonic. Jimin ends up being a lot more work than he expected.

Someone Special

Jimin really wants to ace his Composition Course but songwriting really really really isn't his forte.

At least the new attractive TA is there to help.

Soulmates (Part 5 of the BTS Angstverse series)

Yoongi doesn't want to hurt Jimin anymore.

He knows who he deserves, and it's not Jimin.

As much as it hurts him, he needs to let him go.

Sweetpea Essence  (Part 1 of the Gardens of Seria series) ☆

Park Jimin, the prince, is so in love; it hurts.

There is practically nothing that can get him out of his shy shell, though. He won't let Min Yoongi, the bachelor warlock who has everyone's mouths watering, know of this (not so) little crush of his.

Right?

the one with the new ra and the wrongly-accused third year

There's a new RA on Jimin's floor at the beginning of his third year of university, and he is anything but excited to have to deal with him the next time Taehyung, his troublemaker roommate, decides to wreak havoc.

The Result Of Jealousy (Part 2 of the The Results Series series)

Jimin wants Yoongi to come to one of the many parties he attends. He doesn't expect an ex of Yoongi's to be there.

The Result Of Love (Part 3 of the The Results Series series)

When Yoongi returns after being away from campus for a week, he tries to figure out if it's just in his head that Jimin's acting a bit different.

The Result Of Proximity (Part 1 of the The Results Series series )

Min Yoongi knows his friend, pretty boy Park Jimin, is a flirty, beautiful brat. So he doesn't pine over him (except he totally does). When Yoongi needs a place to crash for the weekend, and ends up at Jimin's, their friendship is suddenly a lot closer than ever before.

"Yoongi knew Jimin could make him blush like no tomorrow, and what was worse was that he knew Jimin knew he could too. He enjoyed making Yoongi blush, and no matter how many times Yoongi insisted to himself that he didn’t like Jimin, that he wouldn’t pine over him, the damn boy sure could make his insides grow warm and fluttery. Damn him."

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Jimin doesn't expect being suddenly evicted from his apartment right before his senior year of college. He also doesn't expect to move in with his quiet neighbor.

And he's definitely not expecting that neighbor to be his newest music teacher, Professor Min Yoongi

when you’re in love all the lines get blurred (Part 1 of the when you're in love series) ☆

Jimin isn't sure what possessed him to lie to his mother and tell her that he had a boyfriend, but now that he's opened the position, he has no choice but to fill it. Yoongi is, apparently, his only option.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaand done

for now :D

most of my All Time Reads aren’t here actually, since they’ve all been rec’ed at some point and i tried to recommend some fics that aren’t all that famous but i’ve enjoyed all the same. happy reading!

(also, feel free to message me if you read any of these and want someone to scream at because i’d be happy to be of service)

[aikainkauna]

Fanfic trope meme

Apologies to those of you who see this for a third time, as I’ve crossposted it to both LJ and Pillowfort. Feel free to comment over on there (or my other posts) if you like. And of course, feel free to grab this one and do it yourself, if you like.

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Grabbed this meme from a couple of people on LJ. It's... well, apparently about fanfic tropes. Some of them more terrifying than others.

I have written:

-Hurt/comfort (Yeah, baby! Most of my fic is this.)

-Body swapping (Sort of? Souls slipping into each other's bodies for a bit? Jaffar feeling what Yassamin feels? Sex swap, I've definitely done.)

-Soulmate identifying marks (tattoo, red thread of fate, etc) (I have! The Throne of Solomon. And maybe The Past Forgotten counts, in its way. I may have written more, but I forget.)

-Snowed-in cabin/isolated together for extended period of time (The Jaffar/Pwinzezz Cavefic!)

-Found families (I guess the Samarkand gang counts for poor old Fadl? Even if Jaffar *is* his brother, so technically it is his family. But he does have his religious congregation and Zainab, and is... well, he always does seem to be seeking something, so he's the kind of guy to go for this trope.)

-Fairy tale/mythology AU (And not just when I am  writing in *actual* fairytale/mythology fandoms. Which I am doing most of the time, what with Thief of Bagdad being a 1001 Nights fanfic anyway. So I'm writing fanfic about a fanfic of some age-old RPF (fantasy AU!) about historical figures from the late 700s/early 800s...)

-Enemies  to friends to lovers (Yes, please! Aplenty. I'm surprised that  enemyslash/FoeYay/Hero(ine)/Villain(ess), whatever you want to call it,  isn't mentioned on this list.)

-Characters swap roles AU (Uh... I've written sexual switching in some isolated chapters? Like when Laura  briefly doms Torsten in The Fall of Angels, to help him get over some traumas?)

-Friends to lovers (With RPS, Veidtbone in particular, and Theta/Koschei. This also seems to happen whenever I write femslash.)

-Magical  connection (telepathy, etc) (Doctor/Master basically ruined me for all  my other ships what with their telepathic ability. So that now, it feels less interesting for me to write love/sex that *doesn't* have telepathy.)

-Fake dating/fake marriage accidentally turns into feelings (see next trope)

-Royals/political marriage turns into feelings (These last two are pretty much the same thing in ToB, as I've had Yassamin marry Jaffar a couple of times--like The Past Forgotten and The King's White Falcon, but without him laying a hand on her for up to a year, until she finally grows a brain and realises how loveworthy he is after all.)

-Seemingly unrequited pining (Emphasis on the "seemingly." Jaffar's unrequited   pining is painful enough in the movie, so there's no point in making him  suffer any more.)

-Accidentally fell in love with the mission target (Well, *kind of,* what with Torsten. Lars-Erik was definitely his mission target in the original film, and at the start of Because The World Belongs to the Devil, he made no bones about having wanted to kill Laura Erika [the teenage girl version of Lars-Erik in this AU, to those of you just joining in] when she was born.)

-They break up (but then they get back together) (With Jaffar/Fadl.  Fadl's stormed off in a huff at least twice in the past. And Doctor/Master is always the same old on-off car crash, isn't it? Although this is not a favourite trope of mine, as the setup would usually necessitate them being an existing couple in the first place,  and I tend to not write canon or "plausibly lovers" ships because   they're already happily together. What do Two and Jamie, Holmes and   Watson etc. need me for? They're already as good as married. Let them have their happiness.)

-Supernatural creature/human romance (Sort of. I've written Time Lords/humans, humans/djinn at least. And surely wizards count as supernatural romance, anyway?)

-Reincarnation/'25  Lives' AU (What's with the 25 lives? Is this some big fandom thing again? One of the darkest, most fucked-up fics I ever wrote was the Master killing the Doctor during sex and fucking him as he regenerated around him. As you do. And there's reincarnation in one of my Jaffar/Pwinzezz fics,  but I won't spoil it for the new readers by telling you which one it is.)

-Selfcest (possibly due to time travel) (I am scratching my head trying to remember when I wrote this and in which fandom, but I have the distinct feeling I've written it. I've certainly whacked off to  that World Of Simm!Masters clusterfuck what with the pink dress so many  times I... I think I broke two clit buzzers during that time. I've certainly drawn it. And drawn some Connies on Connies. And then there's, of course, Sarosh the Sexbot  who's a clone of Jaffar, looks-wise, but he is very distinctly just a robot, not a living character as such--not the sort with which you could  have a real, interpersonal dynamic. My problem with selfcest, in general, is that I like having that character dynamic--and that requires  the characters to be different from one another. If it's two characters  that are too similar--if they fulfill a similar role in the canons--it's hard to create a dynamic between them and to make it   interesting.)

-Polyamory (Swinging away ALL the bloody time with the Roses!Jaffar and Yassamin, and Torsten/Laura. Sometimes I miss the monogamous 'verses.)

-Amnesia (I've got a post-movie "Jaffar comes  back from the dead" WIP I'll probs never finish, because it doesn't seem to get off the ground. If I wrote this trope, I would have the characters gradually regain memory, though; complete mind-wipes are   horrid. I did have Handy lose the majority of his cognitive/motor/Timey skills in No More  and that was the main reason I had to... well, I'm not going to spoil it if someone hasn't read it yet, but it wasn't the cheeriest of fics. The Past Forgotten *sort of* has this, but I don't want to spoil as to how that happens.)

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I could write:

-Daemons (Why the archaic spelling? I have written djinn, so I almost put this in the 'have written' section. I can't remember if I actually *have* written real demons, because I might have. Surely, Torsten counts...)

-'Everyone is evil'/mirrorverse AU (Well, mostly, if I want to explore "evil"   characters, I write about those types of characters in the first place, without having to turn anyone evil. Devilry is the 'verse for that. Hell, usually it's the other way around; I try to look for the human elements of the baddies, or at least explore their logic--what makes them tick, what makes them the way they are. So, IDK, I could've also   put this in the "unlikely to ever write" section.)

-And they were roommates! (This would be terrible and also hilarious, whatever characters ended up becoming my victims. Even if I'm more interested in those hurt/comfort plots, overall. And I have always found it *impossible* to live under the same roof with other people because I need peace and quiet and solitude too much. So this is almost a bit too much like the sorts of negative RL experiences I don't really want to get more of in fic.  But I *could* write it as a comedy for cheap lols, especially if the stress were resolved by hot bonking, ASAP.)

-'They  all work in an office' AU (Otherwise, I would've put this in the "just  no" category, but... the Barmakids were civil servants. So I *could*   write Jaffar and Fadl drowning in paperwork--"WHY DID WE EVER introduce paper into THIS EMPIRE?!?" and cursing their fates and Jaffar restraining Fadl from braining Harun al-Rashid with a paperweight. Same with Lina doing Zainab's books and trying to hold back The Fist of Death when Fadl carelessly drops a piece of his lunch over her perfectly calligraphied accounting.)

-'Falling for a coworker/teammate is a bad idea' except this is fiction so it works out (Maybe. Just maybe. But it'd also be in a medieval ToB context.)

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I will probably never write:

-'Groundhog  Day'/karmic time loop (I just never got the appeal of this. Sounds like the sort of thing experimental writers would like? The sorts who really  like filling in bingo cards and challenge lists?)

-Vampires/werewolves  AU (I'm not that big on either. Super-unpopular opinion coming up: I prefer sex to the sublimation of it that vampires are often all about; bloodsucking in lieu of sex, and/or being seen as way better than sex just always feel to me like a cheap cop-out from writers who are disappointed in sex, or afraid of it. I've never grokked it any more   than that stupid, stupid "chocolate is better than sex" quip from women who don't know what masturbation is--yes, it fucking well is sex, TYVM! I much prefer to make partnered sex better than it is IRL by adding supernatural stuff like telepathy to *that*. Immortality alone is interesting to explore, as are Gothic themes, but all the usual themes that vampires *specifically* usually represent just... either hold little interest for me, or then, I can explore them in other ways.)

-'Pride  and Prejudice' AU (I don't hate Jane Austen, but it's not my fandom. That kind of society stuff and being witty over teacups in bonnets has never really been my thing--if anything, I usually have my characters exist in their own bubble, isolated from society and its restrictive mores and social stresses.)

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JUST NO!

-Coffee  house AU/food service AU (AUGH! Please, no coffeeshop AUs for me; the world is full of them already. Maybe I could write it as some terrible, short parody? Or doodle it? But no more than that.)

-Hogwarts AU (Haven't read HP. Young Adult isn't really my genre. I know, I know; I've just lost all my WLW cred.)

-High  school/university AU (I've done Time Lord Academy-era stuff with Doctor/Master, but I expect this means a sort of American high school/university AU with jocks and cheerleaders and shit. Hell, no. Again, the exact sort of horrid society stuff I would rather have my characters escape from.)

-Adopting/raising a baby (Erm, not unless you count Jaffar/Yassamin adopting a cheetah? They do have kids in some 'verses but there's none of that everyday baby stuff that this question/trope probably implies. I'm squicked by   babies, sorry.)

-Unusually specific occupation AU, like, the Author clearly has the same job (It worries me that this is, by virtue of its inclusion here, apparently seen as normal and acceptable..? When it's crap fanfic, inserting yourself into something that should be about the *established* characters instead. Jesus, I don't want to go in expecting a fanfic, and then find out it’s your diary instead! Unless you're Anaïs Nin. And even if you really *do* want to write about yourself, then just... write original fic? An autobiography? A blog? Write an OC that has your job. Don't do this false advertising where you insist it's fanfic when it's not. That's a dick move towards your readers.)

-Loyalty kink (see next trope)

-Alpha/beta/omega (Too creepy. I can write about piss, shit, incest, necrophilia and cannibalism, but not these last two. Any more than I can glorify the Nazis I've written about; I either take the piss out of them, as with Strasser, or just step outside of their politics and bring them into the land of happy sexings like with von Kolb, with the aim of dragging him out of that madness and leaving it behind.)

-Hot single parent(s) (Please. Rundvik: "You love children." Torsten: "I loooooathe themm.")

-Unrequited pining (Too much of an emotional squick. Has to be requited. I write fanfic to fix things, to avenge wrongs, to set things right. I don't write them to make the characters more miserable than they already are. Unless it's for temporary, character-development purposes, that is.)

[starwriterulia]

Reviewing Brea's Stuff - BTS Soulmate AU (2/2)

PART 2/2 (Rap Monster, Jin, J-Hope, Suga)

HI! \(OwO)/

I want to draw ya'll's attention to one of my friends: @jimin-jungshook-over-literalbae. She's a k-pop reaction/scenario/text writer, and not only have I missed her as a friend so much during my long hiatus, I've also missed her writing. Thankfully, there's a lot for me to catch up on! She asked me to give my opinions on her BTS AUs, and with her permission, I've turned my reviews it into a bit of advertising! If you wanna read the stuff I did, ya'll don't have to scroll super far to find it all. I'll be reviewing each AU from a Reader's Standing (silly, sometimes improper sentences; sO MUCH swearing; caps lock) and from a Critic's Standing (second reading; at least one paragraph).

Yes, that was copy-pasted, but you never know, someone might stumble onto this and be wondering why I'm doing it.

Let's get into this again! >o<

—Faith

Rap Monster (Reader's Standing):

Back-up back stage manager Y/N while the official person is sick, interesting

'His voice, though muffled by the door, is attractive and masculine'—Yes, yes it is.

Shaking hands with soulmate warmth/fire, ooh, wow, that's really cool! I love that, Brea.

aND IT LINGERS

tHEN IT FAdes

'You could feel when he was getting closer, that warmth growing within you'—Is Y/N therefore hot or cold? Hot, definitely hot.

Yes, Namjoon is gorgeous.

Y/N is secretly OCD while sweeping, I just know it.

Fated finding of Namjoon's phone is fated.

Intensifying level of heat to a bonfire was really nice to read, good metaphors, ooh.

He backed Y/N into the dressing table liKE A MONSTER. Yeah all right I need to chill. Brea, do you have some water I could drink, right quick?

*Oh no there's a typo, it's 'breathe' instead of 'breath'. I'm fine. This is OK. :D*

Ooh, Namjoon sensing where Y/N is with heat is such a cool thing!! I love that so much?!

'His fingers burn against the cool skin of your cheek'—*Hisses to add affect* OK wow that was hot. >:)

Y/N confessing their attraction to Namjoon is a win

tHAT KISS WAS LITERALLY HOT AND I LOVED THAT SEQUENCE BREA YOU'RE SO GOOD AT THAT?!

Ooh yes, slightly possessive Namjoon is treat

Evenings spent together? Yes to a classic romance trope.

Fire becomes uncomfortable when Y/N or Namjoon is upset and Namjoon even dispelled a situation, bless that twist

Namjoon's little speech at the end was so beautiful and ugh

Also thanks for the small kisses across the knuckles and—

Oh god it's 'breathe' instead of 'breath' again. Brea I know autocorrect is a bitch, you're not to blame, just leave the typos. XDD

Rap Monster (Critic's Standing):

The scenario for this AU was interesting, and how Brea made sure to remember Y/N's job throughout the story. This review is going to be far shorter because I'm literally taken away by how fun and romantic this was? Fire is such a classic writing tool, and Brea used it so well, in this AU, I just loved it so much. I'm pretty sure this will be my favourite, when I'm done reading Jin's and J-Hope's, 'cause I'm sitting here and I can't find anything I would want to improve on this scenario, in terms of how it played out. Brea, this was perfect.

Jin (Reader's Standing):

I wouldn't be just sitting outside relaxing, I'd be on the look out for sp00ders.

But good solid first paragraph, in other words

Our boys are here and they're disturbing Y/N oh dear

Scared by Seokjin, oh Y/N, he wouldn't hurt a fly. ;w;

Ooh. Soothing soulmate feeling, that's so nice, it's like, the opposite of Namjoon's. Wait, that was your plan, wasn't it? 'Cause it worked, I'm so blown away by how nice this is, so far.

Wait 'figures over yours' Brea you missed the word 'stands'. You might want to fix that, some time. No pressure, relax, my girl. Wait, that was awkward for me, probably for you too, I'm sorry for being a millennial. XDD

Very surreal paragraph as Seokjin helps Y/N stand

Breeze from Seokjin disappears and suddenly Y/N feels stressed again, poor Y/N. :(

oF COURSE IT WAS TAEHYUNG

Good puppy for apologizing, he's so soft.

Yes puppy smiles that blessed my afternoon thank you Brea

Yes, Kim Seokjin is alluring.

And yes he has a beautiful face

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA he knows right away when you hold hands!!!!!!!!!

Sorry for the amount of !'s but wow that was so romantic and I loved it

'I can't leave the children unattended'—Agreed, they're all children

Actor Seokjin is accurate, too

Heart emoji was cute oh my Lord

Good summary of Jin in one paragraph, demonstrates what Y/N learned about him

'His talk form'—EY YO BREA, I FOUND ANOTHER TYPO

He dresses so softly though, ah

Loud laugh and mischievous, yep

Feeding Y/N food, thank you Brea, oh my gosh it's all so cute and just ugh

Aw they fell asleep on the couch

THAT ENDING THO 'PRINCESS' MY LORD SO ROMANTIC SEOKJIN YOU SCALLY-WAG

Jin (Critic's Standing):

This one had such a sweet aesthetic to it, it was so Seokjin, I enjoyed it so much! The guys messing around and disturbing Y/N's rest was on point, and Seokjin shielding Y/N from a baseball ball (try saying that ten times fast) was so princely of him. Timid Y/N was cute, too, and Seokjin again being a prince and helping them stand up. Not to mention the introduction of the calming wind soulmate cue that Y/N and Seokjin have, and how he immediately knows Y/N is his soulmate, that was just so... soap opera-esque, so well done and I loved it. Also, Taehyung apologizing and then smiling like the puppy he is was a bonus.

The first date was fun and pleasant to read, and as I said in the Reader's Standing, I really liked how you included things about Seokjin that Y/N know that ARMY already knows, it was a very nice and natural addition. Jin feeding Y/N was also a win, and the two watching movies and cuddling, then falling asleep on the couch, and Seokjin calling Y/N 'princess' before he left was just so smooth. I'd have to place this one as my current third, after Jungkook's and Namjoon's, who's still in first. Such a romantic and casual scenario, Brea, well done!

J-Hope (Reader's Standing):

Y/N is super busy in this one, hoo boy

Drink carriers are also called cup trays! I love how words can be called different words. :D

OK I need to drink some water hold on... yeah I'm good now, damn I'm getting tired of reading so much romance, my emotions aren't used to this much softness.

Bright red haired J-Hope is great thank you

Love hurts, hell yeah :D

Y/N works for advertising, neat

Ooh look, it's 3/4 of the hyung line!

Dancer Hoseok is accurate as hecc

Realistic company, very nice

'You might be blinded as if the sun were to glint off that smile'—Well, he is our sunshine.

Hello, 'taking a deep breathe' typo, nice to see you again.

MATCHING FLAME TATTOOS COOL

And on opposite arms ooh

Whoa dang that was a long bow and dang Y/N straightened him that was a nice touch

Ye boys and girls it's a dinner date

The tattoo reminds Y/N that this isn't a dream, good catch there Brea

Hoseok admitting that Y/N looks cute was indeed cute

SHINE HOSEOK SHINE oh boy that car ride would have been fun

SURPRISE JIMIN IS A CUTE SURPRISE THANKS BREA

All the boys are here bless you Brea

Cute kiss is cute

And he kisses back of course, aww

AWEUROUEWI Hoseok's hands through Y/N's hair

And 'breathe' again, BREA THIS IS RIDICULOUS I'M TRYING SO HARD NOT TO LAUGH

Such a strong ending, Lord, bless this AU

J-Hope (Critic's Standing):

Y/N in this scenario is so relatable, they're a hard worker and—oh wait, there's Y/N's soulmate and it burns again. I'm serious, I'm not used to reading this much romance, I'm a little tired, want to take a nap but MUST FINISH, c'mon Faith, you've only got one left. That meeting J-Hope on 'accident' (it was fate, we all know it was fate) went together so well, it was very pleasant to read. Then they formally met and Y/N brought him to their office to review the proposal for footage, and Hoseok prompted Y/N to discover their matching flame tattoos, except each was on a different arm, and I thought that was a cool little feature. Not to mention that Hoseok bows low and for a prolonged amount of time before Y/N makes him stand because they think they're equals, that was a really nice touch. The car ride was fun to read, I could totally see Hoseok doing that. And we see the guys again—Jimin first, 'cause that puppy was so excited to see his hyung, apparently—and they seemed to have a really nice time. The fluff at the end was so sweet, and I just... it was so cute, I loved this one. Wouldn't change a thing.

Suga (Reader's Standing):

LAST ONE THANK GOD

This one is probably going to dethrone Jimin as my bias someday because BOY IS SUGA R00D BUT CUTE AND IT FRUSTRATES AND PLEASES ME SO MUCH ugh, I love men

What a relaxing first paragraph...

Good reflexes, whoever saved Y/N

Ooh, icy cold soulmate. That suits Yoongi a lot, somehow.

'staring at him hand at shock'—When the 's' is an 'm' and you can't help but chuckle.

The 'hot' finger across the ice was honestly breathtaking to read, wow

He said 'holy shit' lmao thank you Brea I almost laughed out loud that would have been the end of me having a laptop XDD

WHOA POV CHANGE WHEN Y/N SAYS THEIR FIRST THING BREA YOU REALLY GOT INTO THIS ONE DIDN'T YOU XDDD

Hoseok is here!! Hi sunshine!!

Casual phone number giving is casual and I liked it

GUMMY SMILE THANK YOU BREA

This one is aesthetic too wow

Aw Y/N and Yoongi are both nervous about the whole soulmate thing that's so cute

'His outfit is casually sexy'—Bless you Brea that's such a concept

Speaking of smiles that pull at heart strings, that paragraph pulled at my heart strings.

Very pleasant and casual conversation between Y/N and Yoongi was really nice

The ice spreads oh my Lord that's so cool

The ice also might melt into Y/N's skin wow

Hello Jungkook and Taehyung nice to see you again

Awkward with words Taehyung and then apologizing real fast Taehyung was funny

'I'm glad I'm wrong'—Brea where is the 'I was'??

I thought the dog was Holly but nope it's Yeontan, my bad

Lmao at Yoongi's reaction to Jungkook's comment on how Y/N makes Yoongi happy

Soft kiss to the cheek garners more cool chills, nice

Dinner and movie with Yoongi was very relaxing. Uwu

Literally a very cool kiss, damn

WHY IS THERE NO MORE I'm a little sad now

Suga (Critic's Standing):

Never mind Namjoon's, this one was my favourite. I love how their meeting was so laid-back and romantic but had that literally icy cool soulmate twist to it, I absolutely loved this scenario. It was just a little more sweeter than the others because of how you portrayed Yoongi, and everything he did with Y/N. It was nice to see Hoseok, Taehyung and Jungkook again, and we even got an appearance by Yeontan! The way the ice spread and melted was so pleasing to read, and the little dinner and movie date Y/N and Yoongi had at his apartment was cute. I'm glad this was the one Brea started with, it was so so good!

I really hope Brea does more of these. I'd personally love to see Got7 or Monsta X (though Monsta X a little more, because Wonho has taken over my life). That's it, I'm out of here. >w< Go follow Brea. Do it.

[fiercyy]

My Fic List

Most of my fics are archived on Tumblr, Ao3 and FFnet, some are missing from various platforms, because I’m disorganized as hell.

Marvel/DC

The Many Lives of Margaret Carter: Tony remembers things a little differently. Steggy. 

This Ship is Ours to Wreck: (Ao3) It's 1950 and Peggy Carter makes an emergency landing on Themyscira. Peggy/Diana, Steggy.

Brooklyn Nine Nine

Han Solo’ed: Jake and Amy go see the Force Awakens.

Under Cover: (Part 1) (Part 2) Everyone is born with their soulmate’s name tattooed on their back. Some people spend their lives looking for their other half; some people ignore it completely.Amy believes in fate but wishes she didn’t. Jake doesn’t believe but desperately wishes he did.

Que Pasa Culata de Azucar? : Jake learns Spanish and does not immediately tell Amy. “Congratulations. It only took you 10 years to learn the language your wife speaks.”

Marvel/DC

This Ship is Ours to Wreck: Ongoing. Peggy Carter makes an emergency landing on Themyscira.

Bleach (Mostly Ichiruki)

Till Death: (Ao3) Multichap. A canon rewrite fic. Seventeen-year-old Ichigo Kurosaki has become a superhero overnight. This entails a lot more oversight than he was lead to believe there would be. Is this his life now? Being stalked by some tiny woman, hell-bent on bossing him around? (For the record: yes.) 

Should You Lack the Iron: Karin’s perspective on Ichigo and Rukia.

A Tale of Three Kuchikis: A message gets waylaid.

I Burn, I Pine: Ichigo sees Rukia as a woman. ao3 link

Sharing Different Heartbeats In A Night: Her body is new, but Rukia is very old. 

Every Man Has a Limit:  Ichigo is always asked the same question.

Thrown: Ichigo takes Rukia to a themed bar and can’t decide if he regrets it. ao3 link (smut)

I Can’t Keep Quiet: Rukia doesn’t talk about her past, so everything he knows is secondhand.

to call for hands from above: Rukia’s life, 50 years onward. ao3 link

When Love Arrives: Love is slow on the uptake.

a thousand days, and then some: Groundhog Day fic. Ichigo relives the longest day of his life over and over and over and over and-

The Houseguest: Ichigo and Rukia are caught in a private moment.

Akin to Missed: Rukia visits Ichigo during their seventeen month separation. He is none the wiser.

Meet Your Maker: When Ichigo dies he gives Urahara a piece of his mind.

four hands and then away: drabble, Ichigo pov.

introduction: “It’s nice to meet you,” he tells his wife.

It’s a Wonderful Life: For a while, she gets away with it. She takes the assignment in the human world and runs with it as fast and far as it’ll take her.

Naruto (Mostly sasusaku)

Multichapters

take my hand but leave my heart: (Ao3, FFnet) In the aftermath of the war and his return, Sasuke and Sakura's relationship was moving towards Something. But when Sasuke must bind her with an ancient jutsu, their chance at happiness together may be ruined irreparably. fluff. angst. trope subversion.

if you can’t hold on, hold on: (Ao3, FFnet) Sakura always wished she could relate to her teammates better. She wishes she could take it back. In which Sasuke acquires some unwanted roommates and a team becomes a family.

Stop Time, I Want To Get Off: (1, 2, 3) Sakura needs no one to take care of her, Naruto’s growing up too fast and Sasuke is, as usual, the problem. smut.

Oneshots

in one world: Sometimes Sasuke leaves. In other worlds Sakura does.

Me and Mine: “My Wife.” “My Husband.” It’s important to make clear what they are to each other.

Shout It Out: Sakura and Sasuke are caught in a stalemate. How Sakura came to wear the Uchiwa.

What Will Not Stay: Sakura tries to get an ANBU tattoo but can’t because it keeps healing.

Multiversal Search: Sasuke searches every world, trying to find one where they’re happy.

Things I Say In Silence: He doesn’t need to tell her he loves her.

Event Horizon: Kakashi considers separating Team 7.

The Kids Come With AU: Sasuke takes his family with him.

FMA

A Song In the Night: A time for love and family. Roy, Riza and Amestris winters.

Rings: AU where Roy and Riza have been married the whole time. 

Only Us: Roy is the only other person she knows who lives their life like they’re fasting.

Prompt: “The Colonel calls me Riza when we’re alone.”/ “Uncanny timing.” Smut.

Inuyasha

Constant As the Sun: Vignette. The contradictory nature of a fight. (Inukag)

Once, I Knew a Girl: Mrs. Higurashi knew all along that her daughter would be fine. On Kagome’s 15th birthday the shrine receives a visitor. (Inukag, Gen)

ASOIAF/Game of Thrones

When One Goes Missing: Neither one has been a Stark in years. Sansa has been a Lannister, a bastard and a coward. Arya has lost track of all her faces. And still, across the vastness of their estrangement, the many traveled miles and the pain, they recognize each other immediately, as only sisters can. - POSTSERIES. (On Hiatus, Multi-chapter)

Doctor Who

Steady as the Beating Drum: It's 2011 and Donna is beginning to remember. Meanwhile, the Doctor is doing everything he can to forget. Not everyone is who they appear to be. Journey’s End fixit. (Complete, Multi-chapter)

The Sinner and the Cynical: In the wake of Donna's not-so-triumphant return to the Tardis, she and the Doctor no longer trust each other. Travelling through the Universe in awkward silence gets old quickly. Meanwhile, Clara uncovers a mystery when one of her students disappears. (Sequel to Steady as the Beating Drum.) 

Out of the Pan and Into the Deep Fryer: An alternate first encounter between Donna and the Doctor. Donna is on a date and the Doctor is shimmying into the ladies' room through an air vent.

Other fandoms found on AO3: Mindy Project, Harry Potter, Superman, Gilmore Girls.

Other fandoms found on ffnet: Naruto, Ghost in the Shell, Twilight, Soul Eater, Fullmetal Alchemist, Inuyasha, Final Fantasy VII, Ironman, Batman, Sherlock Holmes, Maid Sama!, Avatar: Last Airbender, Glee, Thor, Young Justice, Harry Potter, Mortal Instruments, Justice League, A Song of Ice and Fire, Superman, Mindy Project, Doctor Who, Legally Blonde (Musical), and Gilmore Girls.

AO3 FFNet