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I’m alive I swear💔💔 I’ll work on requests.. maybe.

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Grapefruit

I scrutinized the blemished grapefruit in my palm.

Maybe if I stared long enough it would peel itself, but no matter how much I stared it seemed to just tick like a bomb.

Forfeiting the one-sided fight, I began to peel the enemy of a fruit. My hands roamed, the deflowering becoming tedious.

It was messy, and the pool of remains it left was hideous.

I had no one else to blame but myself. I was the one hideous.

I tore into it, hungrily devouring its insides. I wasn't patient, nor did I think about anything else but ingesting it.

The grapefruit seemed to taunt me.

Maybe if I was patient the grapefruit wouldn't be messy. If I was gentle it would be okay. But it's not okay, it never will be no matter how much I plea.

Maybe if I was patient.

It deserved someone patient.

But I wouldn't dare change.

Not for a grapefruit.

And now the grapefruit is ruined.

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Carving Hearts Prologue: The Meeting

携手

Tw:Violence, and war.

My teeth tore through stale beef jerky, I smacked my lips as I watched other soldiers drag themselves back to their tents coming back from training. War was tiring, the evidence written all over my body muscles knotted up. I stood up stepping back into the tent. I rummaged inside my bags pulling out my journal to document the last battle we had. My hands moved on their own, ‘the last battle was a loss, soldiers ordered to retreat from Heaven’s forces as they continued to shoot, I got hit in the thigh, tissue and blood flying onto the ground, landing me inside the medical bay,’ my pen stopped, tear droplets hitting the yellow tinted paper. I forced myself to keep documenting, ‘Mom kept me well treated, or at least the best she could do with our resources, ordering me to be off training for the week.’  I sighed, shutting the journal with a slam and storing it away. The general called all troops back to the training grounds.

The sound of rifles was deafening, leaving ringing drowning out people's screams. The general had fallen; his troop continued their promise, slashing down the soldiers dressed in white. Yelled commands from the opposing side cut through the air. Stray bullets lodged into the trees' wood flaking off. Suddenly the trees caught fire, the soldiers lighting any nearby wood up. I cried out as one stray bullet impacted my side, hitting my gallbladder and coating my uniform in red. Another bullet hit my left thigh, opening up an artery Limping away I fell over another soldier taking the chance to shoot again, the sun looked almost sorrowful as the sky's color matched the flames raging in the field, the light in my eyes slowly flickered out as I came to terms with my fate. 

The war caused casualties in the thousands, with both sides agreeing they didn't have enough resources to keep up with the losses. The aftermath struck families and friends with grief. Especially those who lived near the fields and lands where the battles took place. The citizens voted to abolish the war; submitting dead soldiers' recovered journals that recounted the brutal war and how it felt. It didn’t take much to sway the government into agreeing with their people. Heaven called Hell’s government to their central castle for a peace meeting. Hell brought their soldiers along to reinforce their protection during the agreement.

The meeting was exceedingly tedious, the politicians and heads of the land sat around the table. Serathyme, one of heaven's renowned strategists, stood next to the head of the Zhejiang province. The meeting certainly bored him out of his mind. He tried to keep his posture still, hands folded behind him. The people sitting around the table discussed the current war and the peace treaty contract to abolish it. One of the men gestured towards Serathyme.

“Perhaps we should hear his input,” the man began, “I’ve heard great things about him.”  Serathyme held back a yawn as his mind tuned back into the meeting.

He thought about the question, his wings ruffling before beginning, “Ah well, I would suggest sharing land with Hell. Does that suffice?”

“That sounds wonderful!” the man continued. Now that concludes that, is everything ready for signing?” No one opposed the idea. The sound of multiple pens scratching ended the overwhelming silence as everyone signed the contract. The continent leaders stepped up extending their hands for a handshake marking the end of the continental war. Both heads of the continents dismissed all the attendees from the room as they shuffled out, Serathyme following behind, heads blocking his view.

He walked along the halls, his heels clacking, the sound bouncing off the polished walls. Serathyme watched as nobles accidentally knocked into Hell’s generals, scoffing before diving back into his thoughts. He felt relieved to finally be out of the stuffy room. The walls were decorated with gold accents; his hands trailed along the wall, muttering under his breath to himself occasionally, abruptly standing still in front of the arched doorway that led to the garden. There were beautiful Chrysanthemums, Peonies, Plum blossoms, and even blue poppies, everything from the other continent in full bloom, decorating the bushes and ground. Serathyme took a walk admiring the flowers, the combined scent from them had an underlying fragrance, one that could be confused with cheap perfume.

There was a bench on the south side of the garden. Serathyme trailed over to it, sitting down and adjusting his clothes. It was a sunny day, and the jewels adorning the arches leading to the garden shined proudly and reflected their colors onto his outfit accessories. A rustling sound startled him. Someone who could only be described as an oni, with shiny curly blonde hair that bounced with each step he took, walked out of the castle archway.

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Carving Hearts Masterlist

Short description: Two males meet on an unfortunate date having a rocky start to this newfound type of friendship but will their friendship stay contained or will it unravel? Will all their secrets burst out of their heart eventually?

TW: Carving hearts does include rotting corpses, religious trauma, internalized homophobia, cannibalism in the form of describing love, descriptions of gore, cussing, and other triggers any new warnings will be added here. I will also properly tw each chapter do not read if these cause any mental harm to you.

Taglist: OPEN!

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TBA

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someone I follow on the bird app just announced they're starting a very exclusive private fic server because they and a bunch of other people want to talk about how much they love the fics they're reading, and as an author can I just say that a really great place to talk about a fic you love is in the comments for that fic

I understand that people are trying to create safe spaces, but as the number of comments that I get on my fics dwindles with each passing year, knowing these spaces exist where my fics are being discussed, places that I am excluded from, makes me want to write fic LESS

I mean I guess who cares, right, because if I stop writing, there's 10,000 other people that will continue...but if you participate in a fic "book club" server and you say nice things there about a fic you loved, maybe copy and paste that into a comment on AO3?

the only thing fanfic writers are asking for in return for hours of hard work is attention. please don't rob us of the one thing that we hope for when we hit "post"

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there's too little shaiapouf content send me requests for him...

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Looking for beta readers!

I'm looking for readers to help revise this novel 'Carving Hearts' I'm currently working on. It does have heavy trigger warnings such as, but not limited to, graphic displays of violence, descriptions of rotting corpses, religious trauma, child abuse and more. The novels genre is romance, fantasy, and angst on the most part. The characters each have their own fleshed out story concepts and arcs, beta readers will also be able to help propose characters to further the story during development. The main characters are Arjan and Serathyme, Arjan being a demon soldier while Serathyme is a high ranking angel strategist. The two continents also were in war before the events of the story, in the timeline of the novel the two continents attempt to fix what they've done some more than others while Serathyme and Arjan navigate their own personal lives while trying to balance their duties as different parts of their respective government. I'll attach the prologue below the cut(the prologue isn't fully revised but this is what I have!),

The meeting was dull as politicians and the heads of the land sat around the table. Serathyme stood next to the head of the Zhejiang province, the meeting was certainly boring him out of his mind, He tried to keep his posture still and hands folded behind him. The people sitting around the table were discussing the current war going on and the peace treaty contract to abolish it. One of the men gestured towards Serathyme.

“Why don't we let this strategist give his input,” the man began, “I’ve heard great things about him.”  Serathyme held back a yawn as his mind tuned back into the meeting.

He thought about the question, his wings ruffling before beginning, “Ah well, I would suggest adding to the contract the fact of not overstepping the boundaries of the other continent without government permission. Does that sound alright?”

“That sounds wonderful!” the man continued. Now that concludes that, is everything ready for signing?” No one opposed the idea. The sound of multiple pens writing put an end to the overwhelming silence as everyone signed the contract. Both heads of the continents dismissed all the attendees from the room as they shuffled out, Serathyme following behind, heads blocking his view.

He walked along the halls, his heels clacking, the sound bouncing off the polished walls. Serathyme felt relieved to be out of the stuffy room finally. The walls were decorated with gold accents; his hands trailing along the wall, muttering under his breath to himself occasionally. Abruptly standing still in front of the arched doorway that led to the garden. There were beautiful Chrysanthemums, Peonies, Plum blossoms, and even blue poppies, everything from the other continent in full bloom, decorating the bushes and ground. Serathyme took a walk admiring the flowers, the combined scent from them had an underlying fragrance, one that could be confused with cheap perfume.

There was a bench on the south side of the garden. Serathyme trailed over to it, sitting down and adjusting his clothes. It was a sunny day, the jewels adorning the arches leading to the garden shining proudly and reflecting their colors onto his outfit accessories. A rustling sound startled him, someone who could only be described as an oni, with shiny curly blonde hair that bounced with each step he took, walked out of the castle archway.

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Beta reader… You say..? 🌚

Mayhaps.... maybe not... maybe yes...(dm me if you're interested btw!)

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Looking for beta readers!

I'm looking for readers to help revise this novel 'Carving Hearts' I'm currently working on. It does have heavy trigger warnings such as, but not limited to, graphic displays of violence, descriptions of rotting corpses, religious trauma, child abuse and more. The novels genre is romance, fantasy, and angst on the most part. The characters each have their own fleshed out story concepts and arcs, beta readers will also be able to help propose characters to further the story during development. The main characters are Arjan and Serathyme, Arjan being a demon soldier while Serathyme is a high ranking angel strategist. The two continents also were in war before the events of the story, in the timeline of the novel the two continents attempt to fix what they've done some more than others while Serathyme and Arjan navigate their own personal lives while trying to balance their duties as different parts of their respective government. I'll attach the prologue below the cut(the prologue isn't fully revised but this is what I have!),

The meeting was dull as politicians and the heads of the land sat around the table. Serathyme stood next to the head of the Zhejiang province, the meeting was certainly boring him out of his mind, He tried to keep his posture still and hands folded behind him. The people sitting around the table were discussing the current war going on and the peace treaty contract to abolish it. One of the men gestured towards Serathyme.

“Why don't we let this strategist give his input,” the man began, “I’ve heard great things about him.”  Serathyme held back a yawn as his mind tuned back into the meeting.

He thought about the question, his wings ruffling before beginning, “Ah well, I would suggest adding to the contract the fact of not overstepping the boundaries of the other continent without government permission. Does that sound alright?”

“That sounds wonderful!” the man continued. Now that concludes that, is everything ready for signing?” No one opposed the idea. The sound of multiple pens writing put an end to the overwhelming silence as everyone signed the contract. Both heads of the continents dismissed all the attendees from the room as they shuffled out, Serathyme following behind, heads blocking his view.

He walked along the halls, his heels clacking, the sound bouncing off the polished walls. Serathyme felt relieved to be out of the stuffy room finally. The walls were decorated with gold accents; his hands trailing along the wall, muttering under his breath to himself occasionally. Abruptly standing still in front of the arched doorway that led to the garden. There were beautiful Chrysanthemums, Peonies, Plum blossoms, and even blue poppies, everything from the other continent in full bloom, decorating the bushes and ground. Serathyme took a walk admiring the flowers, the combined scent from them had an underlying fragrance, one that could be confused with cheap perfume.

There was a bench on the south side of the garden. Serathyme trailed over to it, sitting down and adjusting his clothes. It was a sunny day, the jewels adorning the arches leading to the garden shining proudly and reflecting their colors onto his outfit accessories. A rustling sound startled him, someone who could only be described as an oni, with shiny curly blonde hair that bounced with each step he took, walked out of the castle archway.

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Hello! May I request a one-shot of Cloud (FF7) with a reader who’s a long lost friend (doesn’t necessarily have to be childhood it could be during his time as a SOLDIER. And maybe at some point they were pining for each other but when reader returns they noticed that he’s moving on. (Whether the ending is happy or sad doesn’t really matter)

Cloud Strife Oneshot

Notes: Thanks for the request! Sorry this took longer then expected I didn't have many ideas for the story and I've been busy with school. I'll probably write a happier end to this story later!

Looking up at the inky sky with Cloud was an ethereal core memory from when you were a kid; gazing out the window before bed always brought that memory back to the surface like an unwanted thought. Trying to forget the one and only Cloud Strife was hard enough before he defeated Sephiroth, but after was even harder. People constantly spoke of him, either older generations speaking in hushed whispers about his mercenary work recently or younger kids talking excitedly about wanting to be just like him when they grew up. You mostly ignored it, aware that the two of you were destined to never meet again after separating as kids.

Well, at least that's what you would say a day ago. The market you decided to visit was bustling with life vendors shouting about their newest discounts or imported items. Just as you were about to leave with your much-needed groceries, the fridge at home being quite empty, you caught sight of yellow spiked hair, a beautiful dark brown-haired woman dragging him along the market. It didn't take many critical thinking skills to know it was Cloud. He didn’t look much different from when you guys were kids; shifting your gaze to the woman standing next to him, you could roughly make out Tifa from the way she looked like another rather close friend from childhood. But staring at them, looking like a couple, bubbled up and shoved up emotions from when you were a kid. You swore to forget how much you loved the blonde, but that all came crashing down, staring at him moving through the market and picking out items from the stalls. Suddenly being shoved by another person tore you out of your thoughts as they angrily shouted about how you should watch where you’re standing.

You ran out of the market, not wanting to watch your childhood crush any longer. The keys jingled as you opened your apartment door, stepping inside and roughly settling down the bags onto the counter, deciding just to do them later, too mentally hurt to put the items up. Pushing your bedroom door open, you moved through the room, thinking about Cloud. Trying to reason with yourself with stuff like ‘of course he moved on; it's been years,’ or saying to yourself that ‘he was never in love in the first place.’ Crashing down onto the fluffy mattress that didn't seem so soft in your current state of mind. You didn’t get much sleep, your mind racing with questions you would never get an answer to.

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“omg you’re so creative. how do you get your ideas” i hallucinate a single scene in the taco bell drive thru and then spend 13 months trying to write it

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Praying I'm able to get far enough in my story so I can do this😭

It's such an amazing feeling when someone picks up on something in your writing that you 100% intended but didn't think people would notice. Like, YES!! My writing properly conveyed the thing it was supposed to!!! You are so awesome for noticing that!!! I am so awesome for writing that!!! I feel so good about my story now!!!!

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Soulmate au part two: Creepypasta

part 1 || part 3 || part 4 Requests are open!

tw: mentions of flesh eating in EJ’s part

Sharing tattoo’s: Jason the toymaker

Jason didn’t think he would ever have a soulmate but desperately wanted someone to be with him and play for eternity. In that desperation, he stole many soulmates from their other half which went on for a while until Jason was tinkering with his newest doll adding on his “special” additions, when he felt a stinging sensation on his upper thigh. Pulling up his pant leg, he stared at the new ink on his leg confused before it hit him– he had a soulmate! A playmate for eternity was destined to meet him, that overjoyed Jason. He dropped his project to go find this soulmate of his, the blue door in his workshop beckoning him as he stepped inside to search. Days long searching ensued before Jason found himself standing in front of his destiny bound soulmate.

“Would you play with me forever?” The burgundy haired male asked the person as they stared wide eyed.

First words to soulmate written on their body:Bloodypainter

Helen never had time to worry about soulmates when he was younger but when he found his passion for painting the idea of being bound to another inspired him to no end. Ever since he was a kid Helen had the words, “Do you have a bandaid? I just scraped my knee falling for you.” Written on him, anyone he showed would laugh at it but Helen just found it confusing who says that to someone they just met? Well that’s what he thought before knocking over someone in the street when he went to go buy art supplies.

Before he could get out a sorry the person grinned bashadly loudly speaking, “Do you have a bandaid? I just scraped my knee falling for you.”

Words that describe their soulmate are written on them:Jeff the killer

Jeff honestly never gave two shits who his soulmate was thinking they just had some weird words scribbled on them due to their method of connection. He had no reason to go out looking for his soulmate. Thinking and I quote, “if destiny really wanted us to be soulmates they would meet me themselves.” So that’s exactly what destiny did. Jeff was forced to go out for snacks by BEN grumbling through his mask he felt a tap on his shoulder.

Turning around he glared at who disturbed him. “Sorry to disturb you but you kinda look like my writing,” they looked around before continuing, “I was wondering if you were, y’know, who I think you are?” 

Gravitational pull towards their soulmate:Laughing Jack

It pissed Laughing Jack off when it began the constant feeling of being pulled in a direction even if it’s easy to resist gets annoying. He can’t even escape it inside his box! Jumping around from house to house especially is harder if you no longer can stay long from the pull forcing you away. Laughing Jack was relieved when the pull wasn’t as harsh anymore when he was at the nearest carnival looking to terrorize kids, well that was the case before the pull suddenly ramped it up and flung laughing Jack colliding with someone else who seemed to have been thrown too.

The person held their head as they awkwardly waved blabbering out the first sentence that came to mind, “So hey soulmate? I guess?”

Ink marks that move towards your soulmate:Eyeless Jack 

It was hard looking for your soulmate while being swamped with work from medical school, and even harder after being sacrificed and turned into an unwilling flesh eating demon. While past Jack would have loved to meet his soulmate the one that’s here now feared the possibility of eating them accidentally the ideas of the what if’s flooding into his head as he stared at the smoke like tattoo’s decorating his arms. Sometimes when Jack was a child he would play this game where he would walk forward watching as the tattoos reached out towards the direction his soulmate was curling around his arms before receding when he stepped back. Eyeless Jack while a recluse craved normality so he finally exited his cabin towards the nearest store. While checking out his items, ones he didn’t really need but anything to feel normal he supposed, the cashier's hand touched his tattoos burned as the burning sensation spread all the way to his hand. Jack assumed the cashier felt it too watching they gawked.

Regaining their composure they began to tease him, “what took you so long?”

Seeing the world in black and white till you meet your soulmate :Ticci toby

Toby was always curious about how colors looked, what if he was wearing a horrendously color matched outfit and couldn’t tell because he couldn't see it? What if his favorite knitted sweater from when he was little was a piss colored yellow? So many questions have gone unanswered it still annoys him that he can’t see colors what if yellow was a whole different color then what he thought it was, well Cupid decided today he would find out as leaves crunched under his foot as Toby walked the woods coming across someone sitting on the cliff looking out at the city below them, when he stepped on a particular damp twig they whipped their head around locking eyes with Toby. Colors flooded both of their senses overwhelmingly so, Toby swore he could smell them too at the beginning.

Overwhelmed with shock his soulmate jumped up running towards him stopping halfway before beginning their sentence feverishly, “Nice to meet you!” They extended their hand for a handshake, Toby cautiously stepped forward before recorpirating 

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Meet cute with kabru and a shy/quiet gn reader, reader works at the tavern, the one where kabru live... as for the timeline... hmmm post manga please:D tyyy!!

Last call at midnight

Thanks for the request! This is on the shorter side since I wasnt too sure where to go with the story so I might write a continuation.

words:310

Kabru was absolutely exhausted and was not looking forward to another day of trying to get Marcille to not feed Laios sweets no matter how much he begs tomorrow, walking out of the royal castle and down the dimmed streets gazing around while reading signs trying to find a interesting place to relax after a day of work. Stopping at a sign that read, ‘The Salty Bell’ the cursive writing is slightly hard to read. Shrugging his shoulders he opened the glass door, the bell above it chiming as he stepped in the lighting inside hurting his eyes as Kabru adjusted to them. The air was musky and the smell of cigars tingling his nose as people laughed and slurred their words.

“Last call for drinks!” One of the bartenders called out loudly. Kabru settled down at one stool in front of the bar, sighing loudly.

deciding that a couple drinks could calm his insomnia before bed he flagged down the bartender, “One whiskey please.” Nodding your head you began to pour the larger drink sliding it over towards him, after finishing it he called for another, then another and suddenly he had 5 drinks. Kabru began to ramble about work to you as the liquid courage slid down his throat, carrying the conversation heavily. You leaned onto the counter, people began to fizzle out of the bar so having nothing better to do you listened to whatever he had to say. Finding his voice nice and he wasn’t bad to look at all so the occasional giggle came out when he began to describe who you assumed to be his boss.

Opening your mouth to speak hesitating a bit before deciding fuck it, “How would you like to continue this conversation elsewhere? The bar is closing soon.”

“I would like that actually,” Kabru slurred his words slightly being tipsy.

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tumblr likes to eat asks(unfortunately can’t do anything about it)so if I don’t get your req out by two weeks you can send in a ask questioning if I got it

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Soulmate tropes multifandom part one: Hunter x Hunter

part two || part three || part four ||

notes: I wanted to try my hand at writing soulmate au's so hopefully this is decent requests are open.

tw's:Talks of death in chrollos part, immortality in chrollos part, and angst in his part too.

Red string of fate you can tug: Kurapika

Kurapika’s soulmate frustrates him to no end, pulling their string at the worst moments with such force that he wonders how the hell they’re so strong. He could be sleeping and suddenly feel a tug from his pinky moving him to the other side. Kurapika understands he’s not heavy but there’s no way he’s that light! When he finally comes face to face with his soulmate giving them the equivalent of the stink eye.

Kurapika huffs before blurting out, “Why have you been manhandling me for no reason?” They have to stifle a laugh at his bluntness.

Immortal x mortal who keeps getting reincarnated but falls in love with immortal over and over: Chrollo

Chrollo’s soulmate constantly wallows in their own sadness, being immortal has no perks once you begin to live it. They hate having so many chances at life when they have to constantly wait for Chrollo again, watching him die months or days after a confession over and over makes them despise their never ending life Chrollo always dies after falling in mutual love with them making his soulmate swear to never fall in love with him again but always falling to the curse of the never ending cycle of reincarnation and death.

“I’ll always love you no matter how many life’s I live,” was always ringing in their ears in different voices but it was always him.

Really poor description on how you meet your soulmate is written on you: Feitan

Feitan’s face contorted into confusion when he first got the inky writing engraved into his skin, yeah sure he knew what soulmates were but the method whoever chooses soulmates picked out for him was annoying. I mean what kind of description of their meeting is, “bodies will hit it will be hot and sharp.” It threw him for a loop but eventually he decided to just give up on his soulmate. He didn't need romance, he's a thief for god's sake! But he was destined to meet you so when he bumped into someone holding scorching hot coffee that splattered onto him it hurt but it wasn’t bad for a nen user but just for the inconvenience he pulled out a switch knife holding it up to their wrist as a threat.

“Oh so this is what the text meant, how ironic,” the unknown person standing before him chuckled as he withdrew his weapon, coming to the same conclusion.

Someone can not experience true love until they meet their soulmate: Illumi

Illumi used to ask his mother about how he would meet his soulmate; she explained that methods are genetic and he would most likely be feeling no love until they meet the one. But he was quickly told to discard the idea of love and soulmates and encouraged to just marry the strongest person he would meet. Illumi drilled that fact into his head after some push from his parents he began to scout out potential candidates for marriage running into a florist worker their clay pot holding flowers were expected to smash into the floor but Illumi assumed that they were a nen user by the way they gripped their pot. Illumi walked off before hearing the same floral worker calling out to him holding a smaller bouquet, the plastic making a crunching noise as they moved to hold it out to the male's chest.

They grinned at him before hesitating, ultimately deciding to speak, “Here to apologize about running into you sir!” A weird fluttering feeling enveloped Illumi. He glanced at them studying their facial expressions and body language, thinking about them possibly cursing the flowers before giving them the pass, shrugging his shoulders and gingerly grabbing the flowers from them.

Countdown until you meet your soulmate: Uvogin

Never paid attention to the timer until Nobunaga pointed out that it was getting extremely low, in all honesty Uvogin kinda wanted to be in a romantic setting. He had his flings here and there but it wasn’t real love; he never pursued anything more due to his… job. So when he caught their eye during a stroll I mean who wouldn’t notice a 8 foot giant walking around! But then when he bumped into them literally I mean he actually slammed into them kinda, his soulmate was a little intimidated But Uvogin let out a hearty laugh like he always does.

They were the one profusely apologizing before he said, “Nah don’t worry about it I could never be mad at a cutie like you.” Before walking off did they notice the countdown on your wrist was at 00:00.

Speaking to your soulmate during dreams: Shizuku

Shizuku was indifferent towards the whole idea, but she also didn't get the hype people would get with soulmates watching people raving about meeting their soulmate while boasting was confusing. Well that was before she got her soulmate method, falling asleep after shifting in her bed for forever Shizuku dreamt of beautiful scenery with a person whose face was blurred out. Finally the two came to the realization, after a long while, that they can talk to each other and share intriguing conversations but whenever they try to say anything about their personal lives other than nicknames the pair would wake up suddenly like they experienced a nightmare. Shizuku, to her surprise, remembered every little detail about the person who appeared in her dreams, the blurry marks on their body and the way everything but their face looked, finding them interesting but not having enough time to deliberately look for her destined partner she became content with the small moments they shared. While out after a mission she craved a strawberry cake slice she opened the door to her favorite cafe strutting comfortably to the desk worker who greeted her with a smile and voice she was all too familiar with.

“Hello, what can I get you today?” Flashing their signature customer service smile they continued, “Take your time there's a whole lot of options.”