Deanna Troi & Will Riker: Imzadi
Star Trek: The Next Generation 2.1 "The Child" 2.22 "Shades of Gray" 4.10 "The Loss" 5.12 "Violations" 6.3 "Man of the People"
Star Trek: Insurrection
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I’m legit so happy, I got this folder on Mercari. I just love the detail, along with the shadows in the back of the folder.
Also, the detail with two snowflakes hovering Shirayuki and Zen?? 🥹🥹✨
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You Don’t… Remember Me?
(Link X Reader)
One shot
Angst!
Soulmate AU :)
Breath of the Wild!
Their heart shattered when (Y/n) realized what was happening before them. Link had wandered into Kakariko and was staring right at them while they led their love towards Impa’s home. For a hundred years the goddess refused to let them age, to wait for Link to return. There he stood, listening intently to Impa. (Y/n) wanted to lash out when Impa was surprised he’d forgotten her. (Y/n) was engaged to Link before the Calamity. The ring they wore threaded through a chain around their neck proved that. When Link stepped back after his conversation, (Y/n) approached Link slowly. Almost like they were afraid to scare him away once more. They cupped his face and stared deep into his sky blue eyes, searching for something other than discomfort.
“You don’t remember me?” They whispered, hoping maybe that would shake his brain out of this trance. Link’s hands rose, slowly pushing away (Y/n)‘s hands. He began to sign, a troubled look crossing his features. “I apologize. I don’t remember you.” It took everything for (Y/n) to not break down and scare him even more. “If you do remember me, will you come back?” They asked softly. Link smiled and crossed his heart. The overwhelming urge to kiss him washed over (Y/n) at they just smiled back in appreciation. Maybe, one day he will come back. After all, what’s a few more days after 100 years of waiting?
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Hot take: The probability of double black lasting in a healthy, long term romantic relationship is slim to none.
Why? Well, it's definitely not because they don't know each other well enough, or don't care enough or any of that; it's because they're both too traumatized to properly, or accurately for that matter, communicate sometimes. They lie to themselves more often than not, occasionally projecting onto each other, since they're both mirrors of the other. They're alike in ways they dred to recognize.
They care for each other in their own ways, but certain grudges that are held would be an obstacle to a healthy relationship.
They are comfortable with, and trust each other blindly, but that does not equate to straight out love.
In all seriousness though, what idiot would believe Chūya would genuinely try to murder Dazai, maybe maim him greatly, but murder him? Not a chance. He won't allow himself to accept that however, fully believing he'd murder Dazai at the nearest opportunity. And Dazai is fully aware of that, which gives him a sense of safety (to a degree) around Chūya.
Frankly, trying to define these two by a certain word would be infinitely hard, but they're old partners, if not friends, so that's a start.
My verdict is that they have a tense air surrounding them, their current relationship being a half full cup of what it was, but it was never necessarily romantic.
They aren't conventional friends, but they are what they are: good ol' complicated soulmates, be it platonic or whatever.
In another life, with different circumstances, they could've been frenemies, if not the closest of friends.
Please don't hate on me if our opinions don't align. It's a free space, and speaking my mind is part of that liberty. Mischaracterization is probably present, so if there's anything inaccurate to the canon (not your headcanons), constructive criticism would be appreciated.
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I’ll take a 13 LATIBULE please 👀 also I love how they’re all in caps lock 🤣🤣🤣🤣
LATIBULE : a hiding place; a place of safety and comfort
He almost cant believe what he’s seeing.
“This place-” Can he even find the words?
She pulls him over to the cliffs edge. Seating herself, legs dangling over the water. He sits with her, truly taking it all in, perching there for what felt like forever. He peers over at her not sure of what he’s expecting but it wasn’t the mischief in her eyes.
He knows that look.
“There’s more isn’t there?”
Her smile breaks out into a giddy wave that rushes from her. Before he can ask, all too soon that all too familiar tug in his core is there.
“I’ll see you tomorrow?” He gets out before he lets himself be pulled back. “Can you show me more?”
Before his eyes flutter softly shut, he sees her nodding at him.
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Trust you to find my sneaky Lucid chapter. Maybe I should finish it this weekend hmmmmmm
Caps of disbelief
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