#searching for my soulmate

[melissasdreams]

Don’t ever deny your feminine desires. You are a sensual and confident WOMAN and being sexually attracted to and enjoying sex with Men is entirely normal.

Love, Melissa. 💖❤️⭐️🌸👗

[mezucore]

do you believe in fate? well, i want to believe!

[welcometogrouchland]

Babygirl I can concieve of stephcass dynamics you couldn't even imagine (arospec Cass not understanding why "probably bi but has a job so she doesn't have time to think about that" Steph apparently needs a man (she doesn't, it would just be nice) and doesn't want to platonically settle down with cass in their old age)

[reyesstrand]

tarlos + their couch……..tarlos + the comfort of their home……tarlos + some of the most romantic, funny, sweet, endearing, and healing moments happening in the space they’ve curated together…….

[fistfuloflightning]

Miscalculation

[baeshijima]

don't mind me i'm just casually thinking about soulmates-but-not-actually-soulmates au, where you both fall for each other after having not found your respective soulmates for a long period of time and decide that if fate won't do anything, then you will both simply defy fate and learn to love each other.

and you do !! with the more time you spend with one another, navigating that which makes up the entirety of the other, you both start to grow accustomed — attuned, even — to the each other's habits. and slowly, eventually, you begin to think that perhaps fate didn't give you your soulmate, for they are the one in front of you, holding you so close it wouldn't come as a surprise if you meld into one.

if so, then why does your soulmate, whom you believed was nothing but a hoax up until now, decide to show up now of all times? where have they been during the years you spent searching for them? why are they staring at you as if you hung the moon and stars for them as they repeat your name in a breathy, starstruck manner, holding your hands in a shaky grip with the trembles in their voice equally as unstable?

and why... why did fate have to be so cruel to you, for the moment your eyes dart away in avoidance of theirs you find the world goes silent when you see your lover, whom you believed was the one meant to defy destiny with you, standing off to the side and watching your interaction with an unreadable countenance.

oh, fate is a cruel thing.

[jasper-the-menace]

Scorm has enough on his plate, between dealing with a soulmate mark binding him to someone he fought and making sure his Tribe settles down in Chima comfortably and without being threatened. But when an assassin makes an attempt on Laval's life and it hits Scorm instead, he finds himself on the investigating team. Tensions with other Tribes and a dark underbelly of Chima have nothing on him being forced to work with Laval and co.

Guess who finally posted their 16K soulmate AU where someone almost got murdered? And...it's the first in a series...sorry guys, I couldn't do oneshots even if it killed me.

Please note: Due to this being a soulmate AU, there is some very complicated fucking (implied to be) going on. And some non-sexual nudity. And a bunch of information on scorpion biology because I'm insane. Basically, mind the tags.

[redrobin-detective]

Cloudmates

Zuko had felt alone most of his life.

He didn’t have many friends growing up in the palace, mostly leeching off the ones Azula brought home from school. Azula was a nightmare to talk to, you never knew what she was thinking and every word was a potential weapon in her arsenal. Father certainly didn’t make him feel like he belonged. Even Uncle, for all his patience and kindness, sometimes seemed to look past Zuko, to the man he could be rather than the scared kid he was. Mother had been the only one who seemed to truly see Zuko. The best parts of his childhood were spent describing whatever interest of the moment he had while his mother combed his hair and encouraged him to continue. He’d never felt more comfortable, happy and free as he had in those small, simple moments. Once she left, there really wasn't anyone Zuko felt comfortable being himself with. 

Even when his father made him the most recognizable person in the world, Zuko had never felt more invisible. He dug into the hurt of his wounds, both physical and emotional, and put up the front everyone was expecting of the banished prince on an impossible mission. He felt like an actor in a play, playing a part he hadn’t rehearsed and wasn’t prepared for. The more he tried to mold himself into the kind of prince his father wanted of him, the more he wanted to claw out of his own skin. 

Leaving the Fire Nation and joining the Avatar wasn’t supposed to change anything. He felt more settled, more sure that he was finally on the right path but he still felt like a puppet in someone else’s story. Zuko was prepared to do his duty to the world by training the Avatar before retreating back to solitude. He wasn’t prepared for Sokka.

It started with swords. Sokka had been incredibly unsubtle in his admiration of them from the moment Zuko had joined the group. He’d probably thought the blades had just been for show and thought it would be funny to see an ashmaker clumsily try to use them. Zuko will admit to a bit of cruel satisfaction when he thoroughly trounced Sokka in their spar. The feeling didn’t last, it made him feel too much like Azula. Luckily, Sokka didn’t take the loss badly. In fact, he looked downright ecstatic. 

From that point on, it wasn’t unusual to see Sokka eagerly bouncing on the sidelines as he waited for Aang’s firebending lessons to conclude. Zuko thought he would be annoyed at the intrusion on his time but instead he found himself almost looking forward to it. And if he ended Aang’s training early a few times, well, he doubted the young monk was bothered by it.

Working together and almost dying at the Boiling Rock was what really cemented their relationship. Now it wasn’t just swords, Sokka seemed to come to him for everything. They talked constantly, about anything and everything. Zuko thinks he spoke more over a few days in that temple than he ever did in his weeks back at the palace. Just when he’d thought he’d run out of words or opinions, Sokka would ask another question and more would pour out. 

The water tribe boy was creative and filled with ideas from the bombastic to the mundane. Zuko was a living furnace, stubborn and was pretty decent at physics and calculations. It didn’t take long for them to start supplementing their discussions with tools and inventions. He’d always done things for grand purposes, the idea of just fiddling with pieces of junk while talking seemed an insane waste of time. Zuko loved it.

When he was with Sokka, Zuko felt both smarter and more stupid than he’d ever been. The best part was he didn’t even care which was which.

“We’re - I’m so, so sorry,” Zuko apologized, shaking and fully prepared to beg for mercy on his hands and knees. Sokka was still partially stuck to the wall as Aang and Toph tried to free him, leaving Zuko the unenviable task of preventing Katara from killing them. Katara had gotten more lenient of him since he’d first joined but he didn’t want to test his luck. She was frowning, her lips pressed tightly together as she tried using her bending to pull at the sticky tangle of goop he and Sokka had made out of her hair. To be honest, in the later half of the experiment, he’d plain forgotten what it had been for in the first place.

“You-” she snapped before taking a deep breath and calming herself. “It’s fine,” she said through gritted teeth that said nothing about the situation was fine. “I know this is mostly Sokka’s handiwork. I’ve had to deal with his nonsense my whole life, you’re just helping make the explosions bigger.”

Zuko winced as Katara turned herself away from him. “You know, Sokka has been the oldest boy in our tribe for years since our men went to war. Plus Sokka has always been a bit, well, you know how he is. Until we left the South Pole, he’d never really had any other guys his age to do his weird things with.”

“What about Aang?” Zuko blinked, confused by the non sequitur. Was he going to be made into an ice kabob or not? He needed to ask Sokka what they’d been making before he could die.

“Oh Sokka loves Aang but Aang isn’t going to help him use my best cooking pot to make some sort of spirit blasted nightmare goo,” Katara sighed roughly. “You're off the hook today, just keep my idiot brother safe and please try to tone down, whatever it is you two are always getting up to.”

Zuko didn’t understand the interaction. He asked Sokka about it who also didn’t seem to understand it. They talked at length, again, about crazy prodigy younger sisters. Then Sokka started questioning where they went wrong with their concoction. They sat and worked through the problem until Angi’s blessing could be seen cresting over the horizon.

All too soon, the comet was upon them and the war was over. Zuko knows it was incredibly, horribly selfish of him to say that he wished it could have gone on just a little bit longer. For the first time he had friends; he felt safe and seen in their company. There had never been someone like Sokka in his life - not since his mother - but he wouldn’t dream of talking to mom about some of the things he’d told Sokka. 

Zuko had whispered to the other boy his deepest fears, his regrets, the sources of his shame and pain. He’d told stories he’d never spoken aloud and it was like purging his body of poison, painful but necessary. Zuko had presented all of his weaknesses on a platter for Sokka to abuse and instead got understanding, some very angry tears on his behalf and trust to hold Sokka’s own secrets. It felt so freeing to place so much of himself in another person’s hands and to have it be protected instead of broken. 

The first week after the comet was filled with joy and anxiety as they celebrated a world without war while also struggling to actually end the war. He worked tirelessly during the day, sending out letters and pulling back troops and letting Katara heal him at night. Throughout everything, his friends were always close at hand. It was the most peace Zuko had ever felt in his entire life. He could have lived in those small moments forever. If he’d known it could be like this, he’d have defected the first moment he’d landed at the South Pole. 

Of course, nothing good ever stayed for long with Zuko. Aang had Avatar duties, Toph was obligated to see her parents and the Water Tribe siblings needed to get back to their slowly rebuilding tribe. Zuko’s heart ached at the thought of seeing them leave, of being alone again. He loved them all in their own way but Zuko could admit that he would miss Sokka most of all. Besides Uncle, he was probably Zuko’s most treasured person. 

On the morning they were planning to leave, Zuko was walking down the long hallways of his empty palace. He was bracing himself for the pain and loneliness that was to come. He should have known better than to get attached but he had always been a slow learner. His main goal was to avoid crying until after they were airborne. 

“Hey Fire Lord Jerkbender,” Sokka grinned, flinging an arm around Zuko’s shoulder. He still wasn’t all that used to friendly touch but Sokka always seemed to be the exception. He leaned into it, savoring it before the long goodbye he didn’t know when he’d see the end to. “I hope you’re ready for some tears because Aang is absolutely gonna start crying which will set Katara off and they’ll just become a big puddle. Toph will get punchy and Suki will make the whole thing way more intense than it needs to be. It’s gonna take forever, might even be pushed back to lunch and we’ll have to do it all over again.”

“And what about you?” Zuko asked casually, like he didn’t care. Not at all.

“I want to say I’ll be big and tough and act like it doesn’t affect me,” Sokka shrugged with the arm wrapped around Zuko’s shoulder. “But Katara and I have never been separated for more than a few days since we were born and Aang and Toph have basically become my younger siblings who I would literally die to protect and I know Suki is coming back but-”

“Sokka, what are you talking about?” Zuko asked, shooting him a look. “You’re going with.”

“Oh uh no, I was actually planning on staying with you, here in the Fire Nation.” Zuko gaped at him and Sokka scratched at his hair sheepishly. “The others know which is why this is gonna drag out and I’m only now realizing I forgot to talk to you about it so uh, hey, can I crash at your stupidly big palace for a while? If, uh, that’s okay with you?”

Zuko ought to scream for joy, sequester Sokka deep in the palace before he could change his mind. If he wasn’t already in the process of returning all the lands his family had conquered, he’d offer them to Sokka right now just to keep him here. 

“Don’t you want to go home? See your family?” He asked instead because more than anything, he just wanted his friend to be happy.

“I mean yeah and I will but Zuko, I can’t leave you here to run a country all by yourself. You’re a fancy dancy firebender but you missed out on the fine art of politics-bending,” Sokka said with a little smirk. “I miss things about home but it seems, I don’t know, kinda small now after all I’ve seen. I can’t just go back to making ice forts and penguin sledding like none of this ever happened. Besides, it would feel wrong being there without my sword bending partner, inventing buddy, human heat pack and best friend?”

“I’m your best friend?” Zuko asked quietly.

“Well yeah,” Sokka blushed. “Like the world leader stuff is cool and important but I’m really just staying for you. Don’t tell Toph this but you’re kind of my favorite member of Team Avatar.”

Zuko’s goal is thoroughly on fire. He didn’t even get to the goodbyes before he started crying.

They celebrate the one year anniversary of Ozai’s defeat in Ba Sing Se. It had been hard to make arrangements for everyone to be here but it had been worth it. In the back of the Jasmine Dragon was a small, well maintained garden for outdoor seating on nice days. They’ve moved all the tables aside and were sprawled on the grass, sitting around a fire pit. Just like the good old days, only better.

Sokka had been telling an overly exaggerated story about Fire Sage Reijiro’s reaction to catching Sokka trying to steal scrolls from the Dragon Bone Catacombs. He was lounging in Zuko’s lap; he expertly dodged Sokka’s flailing hands as he told his story, coaxing bigger laughs out of his audience.

“I still have no idea how you smooth talked your way out of that,” Zuko sighed at the end. “I thought I was gonna have to send you back to the South Pole extra crispy.” Everyone laughed at that. Sokka had taught him how to tell jokes now, one of the many things he’d learned over the past year. 

“You know, Zuko,” Aang said with a thoughtful smile, “I think you and Sokka are cloudmates.”

“Huh?” Zuko and Sokka asked at the same time. He gently brushed aside some loose strands of hair from Sokka’s face so it didn’t get in his eye.

“Is this a romance thing because I know I’m rather impressive but I don’t know if I have what it takes to make an honest man of the Fire Lord,” Sokka said with an eye roll. Zuko flicked his ear.

“I mean it can be,” Aang said, leaning back to look at the pink clouds floating above them. “It’s… How do I explain? Sometimes when you look up at the clouds, you can’t tell one from the other. They become so blended that it eventually becomes just one big cloud. Cloudmates are people who are made of the same stuff, who get along so easily, so naturally it’s like one person in two bodies.” The rest of them blinked and also started looking at the heap of clouds.

“I’m intrigued,” Sokka nodded, stroking at his chin. “State your evidence for the court, Avatar.”

“I don’t know if you can have evidence for this sort of thing, you just feel it,” Aang shrugged. “I guess I first thought you guys might be as far back as the Western Air Temple. I mean, you did kinda try and steal away my firebending teacher, Sokka. After all this time, seeing you two more, I think I’m certain now. You’re your own person, with unique ideas and experiences but you’re also something else, something better, together. You’re not just Sokka or Zuko but you’re also Zuko&Sokka.” Aang continued.

“I mean we all are made up of the same bits, bone and blood and squishy organs,” Sokka frowned thoughtfully, his eyes flicking up to Zuko’s. “What do you think, Your Royal Fieriness? Is my cloud all mixed up with your cloud?”

Zuko wasn’t sure he was a cloud. He’d been a victim, a prince, a traitor, a teacher and the biggest idiot the world had ever seen. He’d felt like he’d been so many things in so little time, too much of him and his shame piling up to fit into one person. But to think he was something like Sokka, by far one of the cleverest, bravest, kindest people he’d known, maybe there was hope for him yet. 

“I suppose,” Zuko said flippantly, “that your cloud and my cloud may intermingle but only if you promise when you get back to the South Pole that you will prepare a room for me. As Fire Lord, I need to see for myself that diplomatic matters with my fellow nations are being handled correctly.” He grinned down at his friend. “I will need to speak to someone important about reparations and moving forward. Know someone who can work with me?”

“Oh, I think I know a guy,” Sokka laughed back. Overhead, the pink dusted clouds gently moved past in a big pile, separate but intrinsically linked.

[nartml]

Okay, so, I need a wee bit of a favour?

I don't frequent Jily at all, this is a Starchaser household, but there's this specific type of Jily trope fic I would love to read, which I'm pretty sure exists, but I can't quite find?

Does anybody know a fic where James kinda stops asking Lily out, and Lily realizes she really misses it, looks forward to it, and is scared that she's too late? That sort of angst is so delicious to me, and I feel like it would hit so good with Jily specifically

[melissasdreams]

Don’t deny your feminine desires and urges. It.s time to Live Your Truth. You are HAPPIER AND MORE FULFILLED AS A GIRL. As a sensual and confident GIRL being sexually attracted to and enjoying sex with MEN is entirely normal. #live your truth #fuckwhatanyoneelsethinks

Love, Melissa xox 💖❤️⭐️👗🌸

[lyselkatzfandomluvs]

@difeisheng has awoken some huáyû 華語* translation pet peeves of mine with this post and compelled the need to vent a little.

知己 has been translated to "soulmate" in subtitles, which -I understand- is short and convenient, and the (cdrama) fandoms ran with that, as fandoms do, bless them!

BUT

"Intimate friend" would be a more accurate, although I don't actually really mind the translation as " soulmates", it just lack nuances and the weight of amatonormativity too often reduces theses words to romantic (and carnal) bonds.

知己

to know - self: a person who understands me (sometimes better than myself).

紅粉知己

rouge - powder - to know - self: a (platonic) lady-best-friend to a man.

知音

to know - sound: a person who understands my tunes/melodies. An artistic soulmate bond, can be between an artist and a connoisseur or people who collaborate to create art, like a musician and a lyricist, two writers, a writer and a graphic artist... (I made a MDZS/The Untamed piece a while ago and already felt the need to explain).

Since we're at it:

緣，緣分

It's the karmic predestined affinity. Between people it can be any connection/relationship: family, friends, rivals even enemies. Without 緣 we would merely be strangers passing by each other.

姻緣

It's a type of 緣分 that leads to matrimony. The red thead that the matchmaker 月下老人 "Old Man Under the Moon" or 月老 YuèLâo ties to the pinkies of a predestined pair, a man and a woman, because of patriarchal heteronormativity but I know (at least in Taiwan) that anyone nowadays can ask for a good romantic relationship in a temple. (Some shrines to the 兔爺兒神 Rabbit deity for same gender relationships but it's not as widely known or accessible).

*instead of Chinese/Mandarin/HànYû choose the term 華語 Huáyû because it's what covers the best the diversity of the diaspora and learning speakers, without geographical/historical/ethnical restrictions.

[theprinceandagcd]

Word Search Game

Thanks @anincompletelist and @suseagull04 for the tags!!

Words: Make, Hide, Square, Edge, Atmosphere

WIP: Soulmate AU Smut ("you made your mark on me, a golden tattoo) --Even so, it had always surprised Alex, how easy it was to master the exact way to flick his tongue over the head of Henry's cock to make him choke on a moan, or the precise spot behind Henry's ear where Alex could press his lips and make him shiver, or the perfect patch of skin underneath his collarbone that always bruised so prettily when Alex sucked on it. It’s like their souls have known each other for eons, and as soon as the dominos cascaded for them to find their way to each other, their corporeal forms had caught up immediately."

WIP: Soulmates AU post-coming out ("these are the hands of fate, you're my Achilles heel") --“It's bad, Alex. They're so angry. At me for not telling them, and at you for helping me hide it. I-” His voice cracks, and Alex lays his palm flat against his sternum and presses, trying to keep his heart inside his chest before it can leap out and traverse the ocean just to get to Henry.

No "square" :(

WIP: Soulmate AU Smut --In the moments where he finds Henry’s embrace, after days or weeks of being apart, having a soulmate feels like coming home. It is comfort and rest, soft edges and gentle lips pressed together as soon as the door to the outside world has closed.

No "atmosphere" :(

Tagging @firenati0n @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @heybuddy-drabbles @kiwiana-writes @nocoastposts and also an open tag to anyone who wants to play!

Your words: hope, smooth, skin, water, paper :)

[puuvillaa]

Hurt, miss, crush

Hello there!

From Tear My Chest Open ch5:

“Let’s hope you don’t mess up and get hurt.”

From the taste of salt:

He missed talking to Sirius, but he didn’t go out of his way to start conversations because they usually ended in a fight when Remus couldn’t tell Sirius where he had been and what he had been doing there.

From the secret lesbian wolfstar thing:

Sadly, she couldn’t fully let go because she worried she was going to crush Remus’s head.

send me a word and I'll find it in my writing

[skloomdumpster]

I wish AO3 had a category like "main pairing" and then "other pairings". Because yeah I can filter works with "otp: true" but then that removes all the other works that have subpairings but are still very much about my otp. But also if I don't do that, then I get all of the big ships instead of my niche fics....

[kitakashi]

Soulmate Search

for @imlevis requested fandoms jujutsu kaisen and blue lock

from jujutsu kaisen the cursed womb brother chōsō

from blue lock the all rounder mikage reo

[calumsash]

hello maya, i miss the boys and was wondering if could please share your favourite pictures of calum and ashton from tour, individual ones or of them together?

well hello there darling! im always happy to look through pictures of my boys and go down memory lane of all the wonderful content we got to witness on this tour <3

we'll start with my favorite cashton pictures!

now we got a bonus of my absolute beloved tummy ash & whore calum <3