#If friend soulmates exists I found mine

[myfuckingpenexploded]

Sometime I remember how weird virtual friends are- like yes, I know this man and I trust him with my life! Have I met him in person? no, he lives in a different continent.

There is a random dude who I only got into contact with because a friend's friend knew him in elementary school. And he knows more about me than my family. That's super weird.

The other day I called him to entertain him during a 4 hour train ride, spent one hour on call with him. And the guy next to him aparently wanted to be apart of the conversation so now there's two guys who I've never seen irl who know my name and my weird lore.

We live in a world where this is normal and I love it. He's one of my closest friends now and I never would have met him in other circumstances.

This is a man who has found and read my fanfiction, let me drag him back into the countryhumans fandom after he escaped and he's still here. The internet is good sometimes :D

[ear-to-the-speaker]

Anyone else thinking about how Pete wrote “confidants, but never friends; were we ever friends?” and “part time soulmate, full time problem” and “all your flaws are aligned with this mood of mine” and “you say please don’t ever change, but you don’t like me the way I am” and “I’m struggling to exist with you and without you” and “call you up and demand you have no fun without me” And “the chemistry is a mess, it seems” and “I got all this love I’ve got to keep to myself” and “if there were any more left of me, I’d give it to you” and “let me, let me trash your love”and “i think I’ve been going through it, and I’ve been putting your name to it” and “awash in your love, falling in and out” and “I never meant for you to fix yourself” and “baby we should have left our love in the gutter where we found it” and “give up what you love before it does you in” and most especially “what is there between us, if not a little annihilation?”. You guys get it right.

[scekrex]

I shall greet you with a good morning/noon/afternoon/evening/night/midnight.I hope this pity request of mine shall be noticed or seen at once

I just wonder how about a angel reader that helps during the creation of Eden like when Adam was created Reader couldn't help but befriended with the poor lonely mortal every day and every moment he has and the creator likes seeing that his angel is accompanying his first mortal creation while he was making the soulmate of the insignificant mortal who keeps talking about different that is seen around the garden of Eden they even named animals but i must remind you that this time Adam was still a kind soul and Lucifer on the other hand was quite jealous on the mortal and angel(reader) interaction since he's been admiring reader for such a long time so timeskip when both of Adams spouses left him there is his only friend angel hugging him comforting him and ended up sleeping together

-i hope this wasn't much of a bother to you dear writer and be careful have a long life always take care of your health!who knows who your death might be anywhere near anyways i highly appreciate that this pity request of mine reached your attention so this is where I shall end my poetic request your fan:P

By sleeping together I assume you meant physically sleeping and not sex - if I misunderstood let me know. ALSO MOM WAKE UP I HAVE A FAN HOLY SHIT dzcuehcz

Hurt and grieve but don't suffer alone

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language & angst

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

If you were to be asked how existence was before god had created Adam, you weren’t to respond with ‘boring’, because it never had been boring. But with Adam created, it was much more entertaining, that was for sure.

The creatures Adam had started to call ‘animals’ at some point had been cute and entertaining, they had been fun to observe and figure out, the ones with fur were so soft to pet. And yet the human that lived in Eden was far more interesting - how could he not be? Adam, as he had been named, was a kind one. And you were proud to say that you had been the first of the angels to interact with him. You visited the human every day, spent the time with him when God’s tasks ran out - after the first time meeting Adam that had happened a lot. Father had made it clear that he liked the bond that slowly formed between the both of you. Yes, Lucifer was his favorite but that didn’t mean he hated all his other children, he even encouraged you to interact with the creative human he had created, to support him and keep him company.

Adam was quite the sight, he was not only very handsome, he was also a charmer. The brunette human was attentive, he was quick to notice and compliment even the smallest changes of your appearance. You had put in some extra effort to clean your feathered wings? The first man was there to tell you how glorious your wings were looking. Your hair was looking a little messier than usual? Adam would make sure you were doing okay and that your messy hair didn’t mean you were stressed. God had created Adam after his very own image and it showed, the man was the definition of kindness and pureness and you adored him for that.

The sun was shining down on you, providing comfortable warmth for you, the human and all of God’s other creations. Lucifer’s curious eyes were observing your interaction with the human from a nearby tree. You were laying in the grass, Adam’s head was resting on your chest and he was as relaxed as he could be when he pointed to a little creature with beautiful wings that landed on your nose, “Look Y/N, a butterfly.” You chuckled softly at his casual way of naming the new found creature that would now be called butterfly. “Its wings look almost as beautiful as yours,” the brunette added with a soft hum and watched as the newly named creation flew away. One of mentioned wings came up to caress his cheek, the softness of your feathers against his skin made Adam close his eyes in comfort. “You’re such a charmer, Adam,” you offered the first and so far only human your warmest smile. The tall brunette hummed, “I am just stating how things are, it only makes sense for God’s children to look beautiful.” Your hand gently pushed some of his thick brown hair out of his face, “Is that the reason for your divine looks?”

Adam opened his eyes to look at you, his brown eyes provided just as much warmth as the sun, that you were sure about. Because whenever the first man looked at you, you couldn’t help but feel adored and appreciated and those feelings made your body feel warm and fuzzy.

Lucifer didn’t like the closeness the both of you shared, he didn’t understand why you took such a liking to the first human at all. He was a mortal, a thing created to fill the place God had created, he was just one out of many creations and he surely wouldn’t remain the only of his kind for very long, Father had made plans to create a partner for Adam after all. Why couldn't it be Lucifer resting on your chest as you enjoyed the beauty Father had created? Why Adam?

Lucifer would never understand what the brunette had to offer that he hadn’t. There was a reason why he was Father’s favorite after all. And yet you were petting Adam’s hair and not Lucifer’s. Yet you rather spent your days roaming around Eden with the first human instead of spending your days behind heaven’s holy gates with Lucifer. It bothered the angel, it bothered him very much.

When the sun set and night rolled around, Lucifer took off and went back to heaven, you however stayed in Eden with Adam. “You see the little sparkles surrounded by darkness? Those are stars,” Adam mumbled, his eyes were falling shut again and again and yet the mortal refused to go to sleep. Why sleep when he could enjoy your company a little longer? “Yeah,” you hummend, “Why so?” The brunette shrugged, “It feels right to call them that, they glow even though darkness surrounds them constantly, they bring dimension to the dark night sky and yet they don’t shine bright enough to hurt your eyes, they feel comfortable just like the word ‘star’ does.” And that made sense, you guessed. Father had given Adam the task to name things and the first human was doing a great job so far. “You are a star too, Y/N,” he then added and you looked at him, his head still resting on your chest. Your wings came up to wrap around the human, providing warmth the sun couldn’t since it had set a while ago. “Because I shine in the dark?” You were referring to the white feathers of your wings that looked like they were glowing in the dark just like the stars were. Adam though shook his head, “No, because you feel comfortable.”

Adam didn’t remain alone for very long and while that caused your visits to reduce since he now had proper company, it didn’t shrink the bond you two had built, you remained just as close as before. But with more time that you spent in heaven, the more you realized Lucifer’s odd behavior towards you and the grudge he seemed to hold against Adam for no reason at all. “I simply do not like you spending so much time around the human, “ the blonde angel spoke, his words were sour and his body language only underlined the honesty of his spoken words. “He was not created for our entertainment.” You however simply shook your head lightly, “Father said he appreciates me spending time with Adam, he thinks it’s a good influence and while Lilith was made from him for him, Father sees no problem in me continuing my visits, he even encourages them. I understand that you are worried, Lucifer,” you rested your hand gently on his shoulder, “But Adam and I get along really well.”

-

But oh how things took a bad turn, no one had expected Lilith to turn down Adam and seek comfort in Lucifer and neither did anyone expect Eve to eat the apple and leave Adam just like Lilith had done before.

As soon as you heard the news you made your way down to Eden to look for the brunette first human. You found him near a lake, your lake to be exact, Adam had named that one lake after you because it was the place you and him spent most of your nights. It was surrounded by trees and yet it offered a perfectly clear view of the sky. A family of ducks lived near that lake and given that those ducks had feathers that reminded him of your wings - one of them was a purely white duck - he had named this spot after you. So it was obvious he would seek comfort at your spot. “Adam,” your soft voice made him look up, you stood next to where he was sitting, tears were standing in his eyes and his cheeks were red - so were his puffy eyes. You sat down next to the lonely human, carefully lifted him in your lap and pulled him in a tight hug, your wings wrapped around the human's body in comfort. Adam clearly needed some comfort. “I heard, I’m so sorry.” The human remained silent, he hadn’t had the strength to talk about what had happened and you understood, it must be very hard to lose the one that had been created for him and only him twice in a row. “I will stay for as long as you need me,” you whispered as you gently patted his back on slow motions. The poor soul was hurt so badly that you were able to feel the damage that had been caused by both of his women turning against him. “For the night?” he asked with a broken voice as tears leaked from his eyes, you nodded. “For the night, “ you assured him, “And for the following day as well, if you wish so.” His fingers dug into your robe, he held onto you as if he was afraid to lose you too and given the situation you understood.

The first man must have been quite exhausted from all the crying he had done because it didn’t take the brunette very long to fall asleep in your arms, and you stayed. You stayed at Eden for an entire week, and you only left after that week because Father had asked to speak with you. Adam was left with your promise to come back and that promise you fulfilled when you returned to him only a few hours later. From then on the human refused to let you leave for very long, he was too afraid you would turn against him as well, but how could you when he was the most perfect thing Father had ever created? No. You would keep him from more damage, guide his soul until he was ready to join you in heaven. And with Fathers blessing, that was your task for the following years.

[bless-my-demons]

Redamancy: Chapter Twenty-Two

Series Summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, what’s there to lose?

Warnings: cuss words and recreational cliff diving

Notes: The moment you’ve been waiting for! Just don’t kill me pls🫣 sorry this one is short, but the next chapter is twice as long so buckle up lol

Word Count: 1290

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Reader

Quil has been… tricky since I found out about the wolves. Now I know why his best friends have ditched him and I can’t even tell him.

How would I even phrase it?

Hey man, so you know how your best buds kinda cut all their hair off, got insanely ripped, tattooed these tribal pieces on their arms, and seclude themselves? Well, they’re actually these supernatural protectors of the reservation and turn into huge fucking wolves.

Yeah that’d go over real well. Not to mention said wolves would rip me a fucking new one. I mean, they protect humans, but is the line drawn at exposure? Would they even vote or would Sam just slam his own gavel? Make a spectacle in front of the tribe? What would they even tell my mom?

I can’t help the direction of my thoughts, desperation for my friend - to cure the source of his pain, gnaws at me from the inside.

So I unintentionally start hanging out with him less. Not completely - no, my heart would never allow it, but less. Less means I can stop pretending so much - I lie to my mom and I live with her. I lie to Bella because two friends falling apart in the same way helps no one. I lie to Quil so the wolves can continue to exist without a spotlight. I lie to Embry and say I’m fine so he can have someone to not be fine with. More often than not it feels like the smile on my face and the words in my mouth are just lies, lies, lies.

So I have to do less. Because less is how I stay afloat.

Less is what I wish I’d feel.

•March 16th, 2006 • Quileute Indian Reservation•

Reader

“Are you sure about this?” The roaring of the water below almost drowns me out, but Bella’s shoulder is brushing mine and I can tell she heard my question in the way her own shoulders sink as we stare down at the turning water.

“Look, if you don’t want to, you don’t have to-”

“Oh I’m going to, just thought I’d offer an out.” I’m not even looking at her and I can feel the tension leak away from her.

“You’ve always been down for some crazy stuff.” She tells me, stepping away to shed her backpack, bracelets, shoes and anything else she doesn’t want to get wet.

“Believe me, I fucking know.” I whisper to myself.

Are we really about to jump from a cliff just to feel something?

I’ll do anything to feel something besides this gaping hole in my chest and apparently that starts with cliff jumping.

I turn to check on her and catch her mumbling something under her breath before she steps off and disappears from view.

I copy her actions and shed myself of my extra clothing items until I’m in just my jeans and t-shirt. A thundering rumble from deep in the trees pulls my attention for half a second from the dark water below as I wait for Bella’s head to surface. A storm, maybe? Has to be-but the snapping of twigs, that’s something inside the forest.

The wolves? We picked a day they were occupied, they’ve been chasing Victoria ever since Laraunt showed up and Bella explained to Jacob what they were after - us. And Charlie, along with some trigger-happy townspeople, have been hunting the wolves.

Which leaves us free to do things like this, stupid shit without the overbearing men in our lives watching our every move.

I take a step forward into nothing before whatever that is makes an appearance and stops us.

Time might as well be standing still.

I mean, I feel the rumple of my shirt across my stomach as I fall, but the way my heart is in my throat and my lungs squeeze-

Ice. The water is pure ice.

I’m stunned at the brutality of the water, not only in temperature, but also in the way it ebbs and rolls. I’m not entirely sure which way is up, but I catch a glimpse of a jean-clad leg drifting away into the darkness - Bella! I’m too slow, the water is zapping my warmth and my strength with it.

Lungs screaming at me to give up, a tan blur of muscles dives right past me at an incredible pace. A few seconds later, another tan and muscled arm wraps around my torso and our rapid ascent to the surface begins.

My last thought - the last image in my brain before darkness drowns me out is Bella, dragged completely limp by Jacob.

• March 16th, 2005 • Ithaca, New York •

Jasper

A choking gasp so loud it startles everyone lounging in the house-horror, disbelief, terror courses through my sister in the fraction of a second.

The next fraction I’m at her side.

“Alice-Alice!” I grip the tops of her arms as I stare into her eyes, begging her to answer me immediately, “What is it?”

Her eyes are flicking around, far away from here and searching-panic begins overtaking her and I can do nothing to stop its rampant escalation. My power retaliates, I try to grasp her slippery hysteria but it’s like smoke - filling the room rapidly, choking me, but I’m unable to grasp it-to tame it. There’s only three people not in this room that would elicit such reaction and one is immortal-

“Bella and-” but she cuts herself off before she could finish as she meets my eyes.

“Bella. And. What. Alice?” My tone is deadly and the words are clipped - I already know the answer, but it can’t be.

Instead of answering me, she spins from my grip.

“Carlisle! I need keys!” I follow her as she grabs everything she needs for a day trip, apparently.

“Alice answer me, what’s going on?” I’m desperate at this point for any information.

“I’m driving to Forks.” Her words are stern, mind set. “I have to check on them, I can’t see-”

“You can’t see them?”

“They jumped off a fucking cliff and I can’t see them!” Her breath is tearing in and out as she spins to look at me, panic and inadequacy pinging off of her.

They… jumped off a cliff?

For the first time in a very long time, I can’t breathe.

“My-my girl j-jumped?” The small voice passing through my lips doesn’t sound like me.

“I need to check on them-”

“I’m coming.” The heart in my chest has long since ceased to work, but now it feels as though it���s turning rotten and black.

“If you can’t handle it-” She starts, but I stop her again.

“If she’s gone, nothing matters anymore.”

• March 16th, 2006 • Home •

Reader

I rinsed off in the shower after Embry dropped me off, not much energy left to fully shower. Thank whatever other-worldly force looking out for me that he didn’t take me to the hospital so my mom could get involved. The woman would hover no doubt non-stop and then proceed to give me the lecture of the century, something I don’t have the capacity for at the moment.

Plopping down onto the sofa, I settle back into the soft cushions, my body absolutely tired.

Hurried knocking on the front door not-so-softly wakes me up, I must’ve drifted off after laying down.

“Embry, I’m fine - you didn’t need to check on me-”

But as the door swings open it isn’t Embry.

Panting like he had just run a marathon, hair slightly wet and eyes wide with panic, stood someone I thought I’d never see again.

Someone I thought had to be a figment of my imagination.

Jasper?

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[nicorobinmywife]

One piece boys finding out you're their soulmate. PT2

Summary: basically they see the red string that connects the two of you. GN Reader.

Characters: Eustass kid, Ace and Shanks.

Kid

at first he would think this is the dumbest thing he has ever heard.

until he sees you on the battlefield

he watched the way you fight your enemies mercilessly, taking them down one by one with brute force and making everyone afraid of you, that's when he realized that his soul mate really exists.

no argument, if there's a red string connecting you and him, he won't ever let you go, but sometimes he will respect your space just like you respect his space.

Ace

you grew up with ace, luffy and sabo, but you were always closer to ace.

he always knew he could trust you and when he told you who his father was you didn't judge him which made him happy.

when ace left to live his life as a pirate, you were obviously sad and felt a void in your life, you thought you should have gone with him.

one day, you noticed a burning red string wrapped around your finger, you followed until the end and your eyes filled with tears seeing Ace right in front of you.

"I'm sorry y/n, but I can't continue my journey without you by my side, would you come with me? " - he held your hand.

you accepted ace's invitation and you knew he would protect you from any danger, that's what soulmates do.

Shanks

two things you loved to do: going on adventures as a pirate and drinking at a bar with your friends.

when he saw you drinking at makino's bar, he didn't think twice about sitting next to you.

you started meeting more often for drinks together and he loved how he had so many things in common with you.

when he told you about the red string connecting the two of you, you laughed and thought it was just a joke or that he was drunk.

he kept insisting that you were his soul mate but you denied it, deep down you were afraid of falling in love.

a tiny and curious litte boy called Luffy always asked if shanks was your boyfriend, making you blush.

when you heard that Shanks went to save Luffy, your heart raced knowing that his life could be in danger, you didn't know where he was, but a red string wrapped around your finger showed you the way.

after shanks saved luffy by sacrificing his own arm, you were still worried while you bandaged him.

"- you found me with the help of our red string, didn't you y/n?" - you just nodded, blushing, but he lifted your chin with his hand and looked into your eyes.

"so now you can no longer deny that you are mine forever. " - he says before finally kissing your lips.

[inanotherunivrse]

In another universe, I never met you. I never share a blanket with you on the sofa while watching old movies, never know your exact Taco Bell order everytime, never learn how to kickbox, never learn how to do my eyeliner the right way, never listen to a song and immediately think of you, never appreciate art in a new light, never hear your name and smile so wide my eyes crinkle before proudly talking about you. In another universe, I would always feel like a part of me is missing that I could not name or place.

But in this universe, I’m sitting here typing this while you talk about the latest manga you read with your feet in my lap, waiting for dinner to be done cooking, and wonder how my heart could feel so full from just you being near. I never had a best friend growing up but then one day you appeared and I’ll never not have one again. If platonic soulmates exist, I’m so glad I found mine after all this lonely years.

[lamemaster]

A Part of Mine (Maedhros x Modern Reader)

Pairing: Maedhros x reader

Genre: pining and lots of pining

Summary: I'm waiting," you said firmly, your voice carrying a sense of unwavering conviction. "I know there's someone out there, someone extraordinary. I won't settle for anything less. I believe in true love, and I won't give my heart away to just anyone."

AN: Posting this to reduce the anxiety I feel before my shift.

As Maedhros stood upon the towering hills of Himring, his gaze fixed upon the distant horizon, his heart was heavy with longing. He could feel a connection, a yearning that transcended time and space. Visions would occasionally visit him, fleeting glimpses of another world, another time, where he sensed the presence of someone he had never met, yet felt intimately connected to.

In these visions, he saw you, a soul dwelling in a realm unknown to him. Your presence shone like a beacon, pulling at the strings of his heart. Though he had never laid eyes on you in the physical realm, your essence captivated him. The visions revealed moments of shared laughter, whispered conversations, and stolen glances that stirred his soul.

But alas, you were separated by worlds and ages. Maedhros lived in the turbulent era of the First Age, burdened by the weight of his responsibilities and the pain of his past. And you existed in a different time, a distant reality.

In the quiet solitude of his chambers, Maedhros would often close his eyes, seeking solace in the visions that connected him to you. He would envision moments where you reached out your hand, yearning for him, just as he yearned for you. His heart would ache with the knowledge that you were bound by circumstances he couldn't comprehend, unable to bridge the divide between their worlds.

Maedhros found himself drawn deeper into the visions that connected him to you, his soulmate from another world. In one such vision, he stood on the outskirts of a lively tavern, hidden in the shadows as he observed your interactions with your friends. Laughter filled the air, accompanied by the clinking of glasses and the muffled sound of music.

You sat at a table with your closest friend, nursing a drink in your hand. The alcohol had taken its toll, and you spoke with an uncharacteristic candidness. Your voice carried a mix of longing and frustration as you confided in your friend, unaware of Maedhros' presence in the ethereal realm of your visions.

"I don't understand," you slurred, your words slinking out with a hint of sadness. "Why can't I find someone who truly understands me? Someone who makes me feel alive, even in the chaos of this modern world?"

Your friend leaned in, concern etched across their face. "Maybe you're waiting for something, someone out of the ordinary. A connection that defies explanation."

You shook your head, your gaze distant yet focused. "I can't explain it, but I can feel it. It's like there's someone out there, someone who exists beyond the boundaries of time and place. And until I find them, I'll remain unmarried, waiting for a love that may never come."

Maedhros' heart tightened with a mixture of longing and hope. Could it be that you, too, felt the pull of destiny, the unspoken yearning for a love that transcended the limits of your world? In that moment, he understood the significance of their connection, realizing that you were not bound solely by the visions, but also by an innate sense of waiting and seeking.

As the vision continued to unfold, Maedhros watched with growing unease as your friends surrounded you, their voices filled with excitement and encouragement. They urged you to give the unknown man a chance, to explore the possibilities of a romantic connection in your world.

His brows furrowed, and a tinge of annoyance settled within him. How could they not see that your heart already belonged to him, even if you were unaware of his existence? Maedhros clenched his fists, his jealousy flaring once more as their words washed over you.

But then, something unexpected happened. You shook your head, a determined expression crossing your face. The light of defiance sparked in your eyes as you voiced your disagreement. The words that escaped your lips resonated deeply within Maedhros, easing the tension in his heart.

"I'm waiting," you said firmly, your voice carrying a sense of unwavering conviction. "I know there's someone out there, someone extraordinary. I won't settle for anything less. I believe in true love, and I won't give my heart away to just anyone."

Maedhros felt a rush of relief flood through him, his earlier annoyance dissipating like mist under the sun's warmth. Your unwavering loyalty and your refusal to settle for less touched his soul, reaffirming the strength of your connection. He saw in you the same devotion and yearning that burned within his own heart.

With newfound hope, Maedhros recognized that you were steadfast in your belief in soulmates, just as he was. Your refusal to succumb to societal pressures and pursue a relationship for the sake of it ignited a flicker of admiration within him. It was a testament to the depth of your character and the sincerity of your feelings.

As the vision faded away, leaving Maedhros alone in his chambers, he clung to the memory of your determined expression, finding solace in the knowledge that you were willing to wait for him. With renewed determination, he vowed to make his way to your world, to find you and prove that the love you sought was waiting for you in his arms.

In the depths of his visions, Maedhros found himself observing a scene where you sat with your mother, going through a stack of potential matches for a date. Your mother eagerly presented each profile, her voice filled with anticipation as she described the qualities and accomplishments of each suitor.

As you listened attentively, Maedhros couldn't help but interject his thoughts, even though he knew his words would go unheard by those around you. He watched as your mother held up a photo of a well-groomed man with a charming smile, proclaiming his success in business.

"He lacks depth," Maedhros murmured, his voice tinged with a touch of disappointment. "There is more to love than mere success."

Your mother continued, unfazed by the invisible presence beside you, showcasing another profile of a gentleman known for his athletic prowess and adventurous spirit.

"He seems adventurous, but does he truly understand your soul?" Maedhros questioned, his eyes filled with a mixture of concern and longing.

The vision carried on, each suitor presented and dismissed, one after another. Maedhros found himself growing more restless with each passing moment, as if the wrong match could never truly fulfill the void in your heart. He yearned for you to find the love he knew only he could provide.

Finally, after a lengthy presentation, your mother paused, expecting your enthusiastic approval for at least one of the candidates. However, to her surprise, you looked up with a gentle smile and shook your head.

"Mother, I appreciate your efforts, but none of them resonate with me," you said, your voice filled with determination. "I believe that love is something deeper, something that cannot be found within these profiles. I won't settle for less than what my heart truly desires."

Though your words were directed at your mother, Maedhros felt his heart swell with hope and admiration. He knew that you were refusing these matches because, deep down, you yearned for a love that transcended the boundaries of time and space.

Maedhros found himself engulfed in another haunting vision, this time witnessing a scene filled with chaos and despair. His heart pounded in his chest as he watched you, his soulmate from another world, caught in the midst of a horrific car accident.

The screeching of tires, the shattering of glass, and the cries of panic surrounded the scene. Maedhros stood frozen, his eyes fixed on you, trapped within the twisted metal wreckage of a car. His chest tightened with anguish, his mind racing with fear and helplessness.

Every fiber of his being screamed for him to intervene, to somehow reach out and shield you from harm. But he was painfully aware that this was a vision, a glimpse into a reality he could not directly alter or control.

Tears welled up in Maedhros' eyes as he watched the emergency responders arrive, their urgency and expertise evident as they worked tirelessly to free you from the wreckage. The weight of his emotions threatened to consume him as he yearned to be by your side, offering solace and reassurance.

Maedhros clenched his fists, his jaw set with determination. Though separated by worlds and dimensions, his love for you burned fiercely. He whispered words of protection and strength, hoping that somehow, his thoughts and prayers would reach you in that harrowing moment.

As the vision continued, the paramedics carefully extricated you from the car, their expertise evident in every precise movement. Maedhros held his breath, his heart pounding in his ears as they carefully placed you onto a stretcher and rushed you into the ambulance.

His eyes never wavered from you, his gaze filled with a potent mix of fear and love. He yearned to be by your side, to offer comfort and support in your time of need. But all he could do was watch, his heart aching with the knowledge that he was unable to physically be there for you.

The vision slowly faded, leaving Maedhros shaken and overwhelmed by the intensity of his emotions. The glimpse into a possible tragedy served as a painful reminder of the fragility of life and the depth of his love for you.

Would your worlds ever converge or was this fate bound to these fleeting visions.

[annierosesim]

The Sims 4 Taylor Swift Eras Challenge

Dear Reader,

It’s me! Hi! Welcome!

I sometimes fancy myself as a Mastermind. I had an idea of making a new Sims 4 legacy challange based on Taylor Swift’s Eras. First things first, I googled if something like it exist. I found @gillysims “Swiftacy” challenge and it was really awesome! (Tumblrhttps://gillysims.tumblr.com › postthe sims 4: swiftacy a 10 generation swiftie legacy challenge - Gillysims) We basically had the same idea but I still wanted to make the stories in my head happen. I decided there is no harm in trying. I could still make my own. So you might find a bit of similarities in our challenges. I also combined it with a little of @lilsimsie ‘s “Not-so-Berry” challenge. (Tumblrhttps://lilsimsie.tumblr.com › postNot So Berry Legacy Challenge - lilsimsie - Tumblr) I hope I didn’t do something bad and that it’s not forbidden or something.

I cooked it up in my head. I based every generation to a Taylor Swift era and songs from the corresponding album to make a story for each sim. I have no idea if the challenges are doable in one normal sim lifespan but hey, this is me trying. 😅

If you’d like to try it out for yourself please go ahead and don’t forget to share your experience and insights to me. Or if not, I guess I’m on my own, kid. #ts4TSeraslegacy

P.S. sorry for all the Taylor Swift puns. 😅

Gen 1 - Debut Era

Matriarch: Taylor Swift

Color: Emerald

Song inspirations: Our Song, Teardrops on My Guitar, You Should Have Said No

Aspiration: Musical Genius

Traits: Romantic, Creative, Music Lover

Story: You’re from a small town and loves country music. You have always wanted to be a musician ever since you can remember so you spend every minute making your dreams come true until you meet, fall in love and marry a guy who eventually broke your heart leaving you with child. You struggle at being the best mother tou can be to your child while also fulfilling your dreams.

- [ ] Complete Musical Genius aspiration

- [ ] Join the Entertainment Career (reach level 8 musician)

- [ ] Master Guitar Skill

- [ ] Master Singing Skill

- [ ] Achieve Global Superstar Status

- [ ] Marry someone who will eventually cheat on you

- [ ] Get divorced

- [ ] Become a single mother to one kid

Gen 2 - Fearless

Color: Gold

Song inspirations: You Belong with Me, Love Story, Fearless, The Way I Loved You, The Best Day

Aspiration: Big Happy Family

Traits: Romantic, Family Oriented, Good

Story: Being an only child raised by a superstar single mother, you have spent your childhood mostly alone and you have always longed for a big happy household. You meet the love of your life as a teen but your parent hates him so you’d always sneak around. You help your boyfriend and mother patch things up and you marry him right after graduation. You become an ever loving partner and a super parent.

- [ ] Complete Big Happy Family aspiration

- [ ] Marry your teenage sweetheart

- [ ] Become a stay at home mother

- [ ] Have 6 kids

- [ ] Become best friends with your heir

- [ ] Be good friends with all your children

- [ ] Master Parenting Skill

Gen 3 - Speak Now

Color: Purple and Lavander

Song Inspirations: Dear John, Enchanted, Mine

Aspiration: Soulmate

Traits: Romantic, Perfectionist, Foodie

Story: You have always loved food and would always cook with your parent, your best friend. You dream of being a chef someday. You’re parents had a perfect relationship and you have always wanted to find what they have. As a teen, you become good friends with a young adult whom you develop feelings for. When you come of age, you move with him to the city. He strings you along only to break your heart and ask you to just be friends. He marries another and move out. You’re heartbroken but you kept going until you meet the right person and spend the rest of your life together.

- [ ] Become best friends with your mom

- [ ] Cook together with mom all the time

- [ ] Move to the city

- [ ] Reach Level 9 of Culinary Career

- [ ] Master Cooking skill

- [ ] Master Gourmet Cooking skill

- [ ] Be married to a sims you are extremely attracted to

- [ ] Complete soulmate Aspiration

Gen 4 - Red

Color: Red

Song Inspirations: 22, I Knew You Were Trouble, We are Never Ever Getting Back Together, Everything has Changed, Begin Again

Aspiration: Best Selling Author

Traits: Bookworm, Ambitious, Outgoing

Story: You have never found it hard to make friends. You are always surrounded by your good friends bur most of all you can always count on your childhood best friend. You strive to be a best selling author and you best friend have always supported you in everything. You marry a person who turned out to be insecure of your ambition and drive. As an adult, you caught him cheating with one of your good friends. You divorce him and turn to your best friend for comfort. You discover you are in love with your best friend and get married to them.

- [ ] Complete best selling author aspiration

- [ ] Master Writing skill

- [ ] Reach Level 9 of the writer career

- [ ] Have at least 3 good friends

- [ ] Have a childhood best friend

- [ ] Get married to the wrong person

- [ ] Have child/children

- [ ] Get a divorce

- [ ] Marry your best friend

Gen 5 - 1989

Color: Baby blue and white

Song inspirations: Welcome to New York, Blank Space

Aspiration: Villainous Valentine

Traits: Non-Comital, Hates Children, Snob

Story: You are a Style Influencer who moves to the city to pursue the high brow crowd. At a young age, you learn that love is fleeting so you get out of every relationship you ever had. You never wanted a family but a one night stand has gone wrong and you reluctantly became a single parent. You never liked children so you hire nannies regularly and you could focus on your career. A relationship with your heir is basically non-existent

- [ ] Complete Villainous Valentine aspiration

- [ ] Reach Level 10 of Style Influencer Career

- [ ] Master Charisma

- [ ] Master Painting

- [ ] Level 9 Writing

- [ ] Become a single parent

- [ ] Hire nanny regularly

- [ ] Have little relationship with your heir

- [ ] Become a Proper Celebrity

Gen 6 - Reputation

Color: Black

Song inspirations: Getaway Car, I Did Something Bad

Aspiration: Public Enemy

Traits: Evil, Slob, Materialistic

Story: You were neglected by your parent so you act out and chose a bad path. You had a relationship with a co-worker but you leave them at the altar not knowing you were pregnant. You raise your kid alone but realized that the criminal career is not working for you anymore because you wanted to be there for your child and be a good example so you changed careers to a mixologist because you have always liked a good drink.

- [ ] Complete Public Enemy Aspiration

- [ ] Become a minor crime lord

- [ ] Have a bad reputation

- [ ] Master Mischief skill

- [ ] Master Parenting skill

- [ ] Master mixology skill

- [ ] Change career to mixologist

- [ ] Leave someone at the altar

Gen 7 - Lover

Color: Pink and blue

Song Inspirations: Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince, Paper Rings

Aspiration: Renaissance Sim

Traits: active, geek, cheerful

Story: You couldn’t shake of your parent’s bad reputation but your teenage sweetheart knows the real you. You are very indecisive so you enter different careers. You are fascinated about fitness, technology and space but ultimately decided that your ultimate dream is to explore space.

- [ ] Complete renaissance sim aspiration

- [ ] Marry your first love

- [ ] Enter the athlete career (Level 3)

- [ ] Enter tech guru career (Level 3)

- [ ] Enter astronaut career

- [ ] Master fitness skill

- [ ] Master Logic skill

Gen 8 - Folklore

Color: White and gray

Song inspirations: August, Illicit Affairs

Aspiration: Botanist

Traits: Romantic, Loves Outdoors, Vegetarian

Story: You have always dreamed of a simple life out in the country, growing your own vegetables and keeping the perfect garden. You plan to move to the and make your dreams come true but you fall in love with someone who ended up being married. You had an affair but when you found out you were pregnant he freaked out and said he can’t leave his family and that he loves his partner. So you move away to fulfill you dreams while raising your kid.

- [ ] Complete botanist aspiration

- [ ] Master Gardening skill

- [ ] Master Piano skill

- [ ] Have a cow plant

- [ ] Have an affair with someone married

- [ ] Have a kid

- [ ] Move to the country (simple living lot trait)

- [ ] Live off the land

Gen 9 - Evermore

Color: Brown and orange

Song inspirations: Tolerate it, Willow

Aspiration: Painter Extraordinaire

Traits: Creative, Art Lover, Family Oriented

Story: At a young age you have always known you love art. You start a career as a Painter as a young adult but you me someone and have whirlwind romance. You elope and get married and start a family together. You leave behind your career to raise your children and support your partner in their political career but you continue selling your art. The stress of being a politician gets to them and you get taken for granted by them. More and more you and your partner became less romantic but you are determined not to give up so you do everything to bring back the spark. Ultimately, the two of you fix things because you learned you are meant for each other.

- [ ] Complete painter extraordinaire aspiration

- [ ] Join the painter career and quit after marriage

- [ ] Marry a politician

- [ ] Have 3 children

- [ ] Master painting skill

- [ ] Master parenting skill

- [ ] Win back your partner

Gen 10 - Midnights

Color: Dark blue

Song inspirations: Maroon, Midnight Rain

Aspiration: Master Actor

Traits: Ambitious, Self-assured, perfectionist

Story: You move to the Big City to become an actress. You are driven and would do anything to make your dreams come true. Being a Global Superstar was priority number one so when you meet and fall in love with someone nice you found that it was distracting you from your dreams so you break their heart and move to Del Sol Valley. You never fall in love again and never have a family but you got what you ultimately wanted.

- [ ] Complete Master Actor Aspiration

- [ ] Move to the city

- [ ] Become an actress

- [ ] Break someone’s heart

- [ ] Move to Del Sol Valley

- [ ] Master Acting Skill

- [ ] Master Charisma Skill

- [ ] Master Fitness Skill

- [ ] Become a global superstar

[kerubimcrepin]

Episode 47 - Indie

It is cute to see that indie is still friends with all the people he met during his adolescence.

Cough-cough. Unlike certain other people.

His and Kerubim's life stories are in direct opposition. If one of them ever spoke of their childhood, chances are, the other one would be like, "You have no parents? Well MINE was controlling so you have it better, WET-NOSE" or "You had a shit parent? WELL, AT LEAST YOU DIDN'T HAVE HIM DIE IN FRONT OF YOU WHEN YOU WERE 5."

No wonder they hate each other's asses.

Though, it is funny how both of them had fathers who had always acted like no matter what they do, they will never be good enough.

It's a shame we hadn't seen these friends of Lou's during the series. They have nice designs, especially the yellow one.

Not a Jurgen-Crepin food moment, but this might be useful for pinpointing which fruits exist within the setting.

Patafiks is so funny to me, like... Guys there are 5.5 characters in the animated shows who are canonically queer in some way. One of them fucking sucks, one of them dies within the 20 minutes of being introduced, the 0.5 of them is Kerubim Crepin's ambiguous gender dysphoria, the normal two are Simone and Julie, and the last one is a dogboy yandere (who briefly dated("dated") Kerubim Crepin).

We live in a society.

Indie talks about Kerubim the same way I talk about him on this blog. We are so alike...

Insert "this bitch always starting shit" meme here.

Even though Ouginaks and Ecaflips both follow the same god, — albeit his different sides, — this perfectly showcases the difference in ideology that makes them hate one another.

While Ecaflips are all about mysticism, destiny, prophetising, and simply letting the current flow, Ouginaks are all about making their destiny.

Though I will be real, considering the things Ecaflip puts his demigods through, — like the, uh, son leaderboard within his dimension, or his treatment of Kerubim, (and his hatred of women, I guess, since there is no daughter leaderboard?) — as well as the Ecaflip City and its Ecaflip Psychward, I think his two personalities are more alike than we are led to believe.

It's just that the kitty personality has more glitz, and is better at masking being just as sadistic.

This line really puts how long they've known each other into perspective. God.

It also makes me think hard about the tendency of Ankama to not make distinct visual designs for characters aging, — like in Waven. Despite 30 years having passed between season 1 of Wakfu, and the start of Waven, characters like Miranda and Kabrok still look exactly the same.

I had always associated young Kerubim's design with the age range of 19-30 at best, but who's to say he can't, in this episode, be in his 40s-50s? How many years did he and Lou live together for? And how large is the gap of that unaccounted for part of Kerubim's life, the one that he never opens up about, after Lou had left him?

...I think I hauve covid.

Y'know what, I think I will be insane for a minute, and say this:

Joris, Atcham, and Kerubim really are like platonic soulmates. It feels like every single thing in their lives somehow rhymes, — like every single step they took simply brought them close to the inevitable conclusion of being together.

Sure, whatever, just tell me things like "Atcham knew, and worked with Julith, and they had a pretty amicable relationship", "Yeah Kerubim and Indie rescued the Ivory Dofus that would one day lead to Joris's birth, and then would lead to his orphanhood", "Yeah Kerubim has always wanted to be a father, and felt a certain way about kids being orphaned the same way he was", "Yeah Atcham and Kerubim went to the same war where Julith and Jahash fell in love and were probably their seconds-in-command."

Tell me that. Expect me to be normal about it. I promise I won't disappoint you.

Anyway,

I always found it very interesting that, despite becoming the Champion of Bonta, it was not Indie who went to that war, but Kerubim.

Perhaps Indie was long happily retired by that point, — perhaps he veered from adventuring into archaeology, for his museum, — while Kerubim was old, with no friends, and not much to live for anymore.

It probably was a self-destruction thing, in the "Atcham, and The Butcher of Brakmar herself, will be there. I'm so bored, and tired... It will be poetic if I defeat them, or die trying to. Then I'll be a legend. Also, there are a lot of people at wars, maybe one of them will be friendly to me :3" way.

World of Twelve heroes are always doing this shit. 💀 though considering he can't die, this isn't even suicidal ideation. It's ideation-ideation. God.

Despite everything, Kerubim does care about Indie, a lot. Indie seems to have cared for him too, — but, at times, I really do wonder if Kerubim's feelings for him ran much deeper than Indie's.

Every sign of genuine emotion is laughed at, and a genuine "I had always respected you" gets a downright haunting "yeah, and your taxidermied head will look nice in my museum when you die".

That must hurt, doesn't it?

It's funny, how life works out. Just like Kerubim, he ended up raising his kid in a completely opposite way than how he was raised. And then he dies, and his kid gets taken in by Kerubim, — who has already taken in the child of his another enemy.

...The implications of Lilotte's life make me sad. Unlike Joris, she didn't grow up in a hazardous, infested, hoarding environment. Indie was likely not mentally ill to the shits. Yet Joris's worst nightmare, — his father passing away, and him being forced to fend for himself, — actually happened to her, immediately ripping away the normal, maybe even privileged, life she had. And it just compounds the sense of loss she already had for her birth parents.

Unlike Joris, who grew up wondering vaguely about his birth family, it seems like much more of a sore spot, with her attachment to her bell...

(Off topic but, god, it's so Bonta-core, that the adoptive daughter of a previous champion of Bonta, who had a museum and was rich, ended up on the streets like a stray. I hate that city so much, it's unreal.)

She uses some pretty dark humor to cope with that. I mean, she already lost two families. No way in hell she's losing a third one. Which kinda harkens back to Kerubim's own backstory, and his own loss of the entire Crepin family, save for Atcham.

I think it's cute that, just like him, — she becomes a mother at some point in her life. Maybe it's because she looked up to Kerubim, who had a similar life story to hers, and that inspired her. Maybe it's just something she wanted, even without thinking of Kerubim's own orphan to dad pipeline.

But either way, it's like poetry — it rhymes.

[retold-tales]

hello!!! I was wondering if you still write for SGE, if so could you do a one shot of hester x fem!reader where soul mates exist but reader at first is a bit indifferent to her??Thank you!!! and sorry for my english, this is not my first language 🥰

Hopefully this is what you were asking for sweetheart 🤗

Different

Hester x Soulmate Reader

Summary: too totally different people destined to be soulmates

I had always been fascinated by Hester from the day she arrived at the School for Good and Evil.

Her fiery personality and sharp tongue always seemed to draw me in, even if most people found her antics rather appalling. But I never would have guessed that she was my soulmate.

At first, we got along like oil and water. Hester had never been fond of the Good side, and as a member of the Good class, I was her enemy by default.

Our interactions were always strained and tense, and I found myself at a loss for words whenever I was in her presence.

However, as time went on, I found myself drawn to her more and more.

Despite her prickly exterior, she was fiercely loyal to those she cared about, and her willingness to fight for what she believed in was awe-inspiring.

Even as I found myself falling in love with her, I knew that trying to make her see that would be nearly impossible.

I tried to keep my feelings under wraps, hoping that she wouldn't pick up on my attraction to her, but it seemed that fate had other plans.

One day, as I was walking through the halls, I spotted Hester storming away, her expression furious.

I followed her, curious as to what had caused her outburst, and found her fuming in a secluded corner of the castle.

"What happened?" I asked tentatively, hoping that she wouldn't turn her anger on me.

"None of your business," she snapped, glaring at me with open hostility.

Despite her cool demeanor, I could tell that she was deeply upset about something.

It wasn't until Sophie, one of my friends and a known flirt, came into view that I understood what was going on.

As Sophie approached us, I could see the way she batted her eyelashes at me, clearly trying to get a rise out of Hester.

"You know," Sophie said, addressing me but staring straight at Hester, "I've always had a thing for girls with... bite.

I could see Hester's hands clenching into fists, and I knew that it was time to take action. "Sophie," I said firmly, "that's enough."

But Hester was already on the move, charging forward with a fury that left me breathless.

Before I knew it, she had grabbed Sophie's wrist and pulled her close, glaring into her eyes with a palpable intensity.

"Stay away from her," Hester growled, her voice low and menacing. "She's mine."

I could see the shock on Sophie's face, and I knew that Hester's confession had caught her off guard as well.

But for me, it was a revelation - proof that Hester felt the same way I did, even if she couldn't admit it to herself.

As we slowly extricated ourselves from the situation, I knew that we had a long way to go. Hester was still stubborn and prickly, still prone to fits of anger and resentment.

But for the first time, I felt like we were on the same page - like we were finally ready to take the next step in our relationship, no matter how difficult that might be.

[missjanjie]

100 Prompts #3

the first prompt list of the new year! yall know the drill, send a number + ship (and au/trope if applicable)

“I’m happier than ever, honest.” 

“Do you ever think about me? About us?”

“Just be cool, act natural.” 

“You’re lying. Tell me you’re lying.” 

“No, I’m not okay.”

“Please? I’ll make it up to you.” 

“I wish I’d never laid eyes on you.”

“You have to admit, we’d be hot together.”

“I said I’m in love with you!”

“You are… really something else.” 

“I didn’t know you could do that.”

“Make me.”

“We’re gonna get caught.”

“I can’t do this anymore, I have to go.”

“You started without me?”

“I had nowhere else to go.”

“Please, just hold me.” 

“Explain it to me like I’m five.” 

“I never meant for any of this to happen.” 

“You broke me.”

“I have to go after them.”

“They say you’re trouble.”

“I don’t need your pity.”

“You have to promise not to fall in love with me.”

“You’re leaving? Now?” 

“I don’t think you even know what you want.”

“They’re the one that got away.” 

“I’m not trying to be your friend, I’m trying to fuck you.”

“How long have you been standing there?”

“They’d kill me if they knew.”

“You’re not dying, you have a crush.”

“Are you always this oblivious?”

“When I’m with them I’m thinking of you.” 

“Fuck, it’s locked!” 

“Don’t start singing. For the love of god, don’t start singing.”

“What do you want me to do, get on my knees and beg?”

“Heard you were looking for me.” 

“Ignore me all you want, you can’t un-fuck me.”

“I can’t give you anything but time.”

“Why are you naked?” 

“Oh my god, you’re in love.”

“I swore I’d never fall in love again… then I found you.”

“Jealous? I’m not jealous, I just think they can do better.”

“Do you have any idea how much self control it takes just to exist in the same space as you?”

“Just listen to me for once in your life.”

“Come on, you said you’d behave today.” 

“I think I misunderstood the assignment.” 

“Whose baby is that?”

“Call me tomorrow if you’re still alive.”

“You’re the love of my life… just maybe not this life.”

“That’s not what you said last night.” 

“I’m on my fifth White Claw, that’s the kind of night this is.” 

“Why are you bleeding?” 

“Damn, you look like shit.” 

“You weren’t supposed to see that.” 

“I know it’s three am but I couldn’t let you be sad by yourself.”

“Can I touch you?” 

“Run away, run and find something better.”

“All I wanted was you.”

“I think I just met my soulmate.” 

“There’s nothing more to say.” 

“What happens next?”

“Stop, you’re wasting your time.”

“I don’t know how to be fine without pretending.” 

“Oh. I didn’t realize you moved on.”

“I thought you were dead!”

“You can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending it’s me.”

“Uh oh, you’re listening to your extra-angsty playlist, I see.”

“Aren’t you a little old to be playing hard to get?”

“Don’t settle for me.” 

“Ugh, just kill me now.” 

“I haven’t seen you smile like that in a long time.”

“We can learn to love again.” 

“All you needed to do was ask me to stay.”

“You… You just kissed me.” 

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?”

“Stop being so stubborn and let me help you.” 

“I’ll believe that when I see it.”

“That… is an interesting choice.”

“Well, let’s make another bad decision while we’re here.” 

“I’m bored. Wanna make out?”

“Okay, I guess we’re doing this.” 

“Wow… I’m speechless.” 

“Let’s see what you’re made of.”

“I just need some air.” 

“I’m tired of you treating everything like a joke.”

“Holy shit, do you ever stop talking?”

“It finally feels like my life has meaning.” 

“I never stopped loving you. Not for a second.” 

“I’m happy as long as you’re mine.” 

“It’s my first time.” 

“Believe me, I didn’t want to fall in love with you.”

“One of these days, you’ll have to stop lying to yourself.”

“It’s now or never, baby.”

“The fact that I can’t have you makes me want you more.”

“You have a choice to make, better get it right.” 

“Oh, honey, I was born for this.”

“How high did you have to get to come up with that one?”

“I feel like I’m too old to be dealing with a crush.”

“I hate that your smug attitude is turning me on.”

[1watermelontea]

hello friendo you reblogged the post i did so i have come slinking into your postbox with things to say *drops cue cards everywhere*

a compliment: you're so so fun to talk to, genuinely, and you're just as fun to write with! that is. a difficult combo to come by + somehow you've got 'em both. also you're just fun *jazz hands* it's a vibe

a story: uhhhh finger slipped and started adding more mumbo to the doc. oopsie *shrug*

why i follow you: it would be kind of awkward if we wrote like. 60k words together and DIDN'T follow each other, now wouldn't it? also yeah stealing your answer we're soulmates we have to follow each other it's a rule; check the soulmate rule book that totally exists

thing to tell you: uhhhhhhh uno reverse again go get water and feed yourself if you haven't

question: idk what's your favorite thing in your room rn?

awwwwww thanks sweetiepie dollface honeymunchie paintcan etc other progressively weirder pet names

surprised you didn’t take this opportunity to get me back for the maths problem i gave you haha i get an easy question i have a handdrawn art piece a friend made for me hanging in my room and it’s my favwit thing in the ever it’s of an old oc of mine

i’ll say, i read “go feed and water yourself” at first and did not question it—in fact i found it weirder that it wasn’t that LOL

cheers 🥺💚

thanks you for the mombu i love him & i love to Not write him ☺️ KHDKSJJFN

[michellemisfit]

Tag game Tuesday Wednesday

Thank you @celestialmickey for creating this <3

Tagged by @look-i-love-u @lingy910y @mikhailoisbaby @captainjowl @sleepyfacetoughguy @spaceofentropy @ardent-fox @deedala @gardenerian @creepkinginc @thepupperino @energievie

I’m super late to this, so not tagging anyone. Sorry. Love y’all. Have some flowers 💐

Name: Michelle

Age: 38

What country do you live in? Britain (the great feels very subjective right now…)

How many blogs do you have? 2. This one and the podcast account @f-f-podcast

How many blogs do you follow? 327

Are you a hugger? Hell yeah! I’m a hugger, and a snuggler, and a biter, and a poker, and a raspberry blower, and a whatever else you’ll let me-er… I do understand that not everyone’s into it though.

Summer or winter? Eh. Not a fan of extremes. Farming in 40 degrees heat is MISERABLE. Farming in deep winter when pipes are frozen and you spent your morning break 2 inches thick sheets off ice out of water troughs is also MISERABLE… however @look-i-love-u was spot on by saying “there's the point in summer when you just can't take off any more clothes without getting arrested” so I guess Winter 🤷🏽‍♂️

Coffee, tea, soda, or something else? Tap Water. Then tea. Then fuzzy water. Then ginger ale.

Something about you that might surprise people? Cameron Monaghan and I have more in common than you might think? We’ve both been in Star Wars!

And hey, his character might have a name, but Cal’s “only” in a game. The Tatooine farmer I played was in one of the movies! So I win! 😆

If you had to get a tattoo tomorrow, what would it be? It’s weird to me that I do not have a Buffy tattoo, so probably that? I’m a bleeding heart, so it would 100% be one of the BIG MOMENT quotes, like ‘You’re not special. You’re extraordinary’ or ‘Every girl who could have the power, will have the power, can stand up, will stand up’ or ‘The Good Guys Are Always Stalwart And True’ or ‘Are you ready to be strong?’

But in my more frivolous moments I think I’d be hilarious to get “Out for a Walk… Bitch” on the arch of my foot or something silly like that lol

Would you consider yourself a private person or an open book? I always thought I was an open book. Until a friend of mine of like years and years said that I’m funny and great to be around and supportive and sweet, but that she doesn’t feel like she knows me. That was a brutal thing to be told. Basically, if you ask me anything at all, I will tell you the answer. But I don’t just share of myself because I was raised to think that no one would care, so why bother them with my personal life story? I’m working on that now…

Do you believe in soulmates? If soulmates do exist, they're not found, they're made. People meet, they get a good feeling, and then they get to work building a relationship. (The Good Place)

Also, because @sleepyfacetoughguy casually dropped this in and made me WEEP: ‘Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same’

Introvert or extrovert? Extrovert, but I get very sleepy..

Tell me something good that happened to you recently: Went to see Patrick Wolf yesterday. It’s been 20 years. And he’s had a tough time. It was nice to see him, and to see him happy.

And finally, say something nice to yourself: You’re not well at the moment. Maybe you can’t put an exact name to it. Maybe there’s too many names you can put on it. It doesn’t matter. You’re not well, and that’s valid. You need a break, and that’s valid. You wanna have a nap when you get home from work, and that’s valid. You feel like crying half of the day, and you know what? That’s valid, too. Fuck what you feel you should be doing/being/feeling/achieving. Stop being mean to yourself. Shut the fuck up and listen when people who love you tell you you’re good enough.

Oh, also? No one wants to hunt you for sport.

[turnertable]

can I say something controversial after we just got done celebrating miles and Alex reuniting?

I think Milex is a cute ship, it is, they are an adorable pair. their chemistry is very sweet and they are like soulmates you can tell, be that platonic or not in y'alls opinions. I personally don't ship it (always been a mattlex girly myself, platonically talking). I do feel at times y'all do focus on the wrong thing with Miles and Alex. some of you lot love defending Miles and how he doesn't deserve to just be associated with Alex but please and I beg you, tell me truthfully you know Miles from his solo work and not from TLSP. there's few of us, I think Miles is great and his music is good, I saw him before AM live FFS but no I wouldn't know Miles without Alex. It's just a thing that will always exist and it's unfortunate I know but it's true. I also think documenting and cherry picking at specific moments that have literally no correlation at all to milex romantic moments and making them oddly sexual is fucking odd. like I'll give you the d, I wish you would: that's an innuendo, that's funny and you can make that sexual cuz they did. they act like an old married couple at times. the lentils joke about their bad habits for example, it's cute and domestic. it's fic material. I understand that, trust me but like sometimes they are just on coke and giggling like little boys over like bringing bread and crumpets to the studio and that's not an allegory for fucking each other (an actual real post someone made). please it's odd and fetishism of two men who are straight. I understand that being gay is still a taboo subject for some people from more oppressive countries and maybe at 14 when you found AM, milex was your first introduction to shipping culture and men being shipped together, that would be exciting to you. However the nuances of that is that it can cross a line to a degree where you aren't respecting the two real people. I was in the Dan and Phil fandom before they came out and we had an era called 2012 where Dan especially was on the defense constantly to a point where it was a taboo to us to talk about but through time, that defense became more empathetic with them coming out. we all grew up and that behaviour from when we were kids was not ok anymore and that frustration was valid. I have many straight friends who have felt that pressure to be part of the LGBT community in order to not be shamed and on the flip side, I don't even need to tell you how hard it is still for lgbtqia people to want to hide in the closet with all the problems we still as a society have to face.

what I'm trying to say is, these are straight men and it's ok for straight men to be affectionate with their friends, I know it may still be frowned upon in some cultures but we wouldn't have am without a close bond between the lads. we wouldn't have TLSP without miles and Alex being best friends. i don't think milex is wrong, plz do what you want, draw your porn art if you want, write fics upon fics but plz just think about why this makes you so happy and understand the true consequences on what you say because you could be upsetting the gay community around you by being elated that miles can kiss his friend on the cheek. let boys love each other platonically or not, it doesn't matter. If Alex or Miles came out tomorrow, I'd support them, it's just something to think about.

Plus it's ok for teenagers and younger people to see what the boys do and want that, that's valid and I hope you have fun. There's a point where you may realise that something you said was a kid that you don't agree with and that's part of growing up, I know (hence the dnp rant). I see this now as an adult and think of that as crossing a line by prying at someone's sexuality cuz that's not mine to know and I don't know that person in real life. However if you are like a long time monkeys fan in your late 20s, early 30s, please consider what you're doing and re-evaluate what this means to you because maybe it's not just Alex and Miles that make you feel this way and that's not healthy: that's a parasocial relationship you've held for so long you don't know any different.

[spinningjupiters]

It has been a year of finding that feeling of home. When the vines grew taller than the walls and poison spewed into everything I knew. And all the beliefs were challenged and strained beyond limits. As the words bled and the papers burnt. And the heart felt itself caged. A raging war occurred outside and within the body. A body that was a safe haven for truth and integrity. But when the truths were painted in lies and deceit and the naysayers kept testing my patience and resilience. Trying to find ways to bring me down. I being on the verge of being swallowed in the whirlwind of problems that weren't mine but were handed over to me because my position was compromised. I was not the person who I thought I could've been. I had lived uptill now as a shadow of the person I was destined to be. And they saw that. They saw my potential and took it as a threat. This looming belief that I was about to own. This sense of self and satisfaction that I was about to embrace was going to free me of their standards of success and wellbeing. So when they thought I was left alone in the wild, prying over my insecurities. I was finding my own sense of home in places where it never once existed.

I found home in that lonesome cup of tea, steaming away in an empty room on a quiet winter evening. It clouded over like a familiar conversation. One that translated all inhibitions, fears, apprehensions and endurance. All human emotions that once were replaced by silences in mid sentences and were rather not said were now so eloquently placed in this time frame. A small niche where time stood still and that once intoxicating whimsy of rising antidotes was again emulsified in conversations by soulmates. People, who knew exactly what to say to put your heart at peace and your mind to rest. Ones who carried your lost thoughts home. Those who knew what it was like to own an evening and give it a name. A place and by virtue of its being a tangible existence. A place walled by secure feelings and thoughts.

A place called home.

In the arms of familiar friends and family. Where all needs are met and no shortcoming is used against you. One that feels the same every time you touch it, feel it, taste it. It gives the same feeling as it did for so many years of your life. But this sense of being it no longer kept in between pages or hidden in addresses listed to people you once knew. It becomes a state you can return to, each time you remind yourself of those little pieces of home scattered all around you.

They are in the people who know you and love you despite your flaws. They are in the laugh of innocent childhood. In a home cooked meal made with love. In people who carefully take out their time to talk to you. In those tiny gestures that are meant to feel like a huge favour and are returned in even more magnanimous ways. In people who trust you. With their time, their secrets, their discomfort and hope they find within you a home too.

[sporefound]

✿ !

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

i feel like there is sooooo much to play with here. i definitely think it would take amanita a hot Second to warm up to lawrence's approach to life. she would probably pick up on his sensitivity & then pick on him because of it. she was raised to target spot that shit & though she's long separated from that life, old habits die hard. this being said, i think his perseverance despite the pain of Feeling & Existence would wear away at her prickly first impression. i think she's definitely wary of holy people in any regard because of her past as former cleric, but i think lawrence's perspective would widen her view in a way she might not have otherwise considered. she soaks up new information like a sponge & lawrence has Much of it. so long story short: i think they could be friends, with time, but it might not be easy for amanita at first.

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

i think if they did develop a familial bond, it would come from nita growing & harboring respect for the relentlessness in which lawrence stands by his ideals. i think she might try to take him under her wing at first but realize that's not going to work & learn very slowly that is not how this is going to work. i think it would be closer to a found family sort of thing. i think there could definitely be something to play with in a parallel between nita's initial impression of lawrence & lawrence's father's impression of him. but instead of keeping on trying to tear him down, there could be like that respect of growth & fondness of person if that makes sense?? i guess it could be like the vibe of step-siblings that realize fighting isn't going to make their situation any better & slowly realizing they can work it out. if that makes sense?

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

so while there is a lot of room for a story of growth & shared understanding, there is also a lot of room for conflict. amanita & lawrence are opposites in a lot of ways & that could lead to some serious conflict. nita would constantly try to Justify the amount of compassion lawrence has for a world she see's as cruel / ask him to justify it & if she's not convinced she would be super petty about how wrong she thinks he is. i could see her pride bouncing off of his stubborness & it causing some problem. i also think his hero complex would be something nita picks at constantly. so while they could be friends, it would also be super easy to go in a less friendly route because of how drastically different they view the world & their places in it. nita see's the world as constantly ready to rot & lawrence seems to be someone who wants to keep that from happening.