#soulmates😌

[monochrome-genesis]

Quick thing I did for practice and for the feels

[whenfatecollides]

Xena Warrior Princess 1x08 Prometheus

[teamnick]

[fistfuloflightning]

Miscalculation

[im-still-watching-anime]

naruto: i got you a wedding present

sasuke: what is it

naruto: i created a new jutsu to beat your ass with

sasuke: oh….

naruto: you don’t like it? :(

sasuke: that’s not it….it’s just that that was what i did for YOUR wedding present

[singsweetmelodies]

soulmate shit in the f1 qualifying head-to-head

[ayotamacorner]

there is something so aughgh about lani and samheed's relationship in the unwanteds ok. because. though i am an alexheed shipper through and through, even in a nonromantic context the two of them are so trauma bonded for life. like both of them showed sides of themselves on warbler that they never have before, trapped in deaf darkness for what had to feel like forever. they developed a whole LANGUAGE just to reassure one another that they were still there. like cmon u can't tell me that even years after they're rescued there are still days when the only person in the world who could comfort one is the other because nobody else would understand. sam still lies awake at night sometimes when the darkness is too much; lani has to listen to music to fall asleep. no matter who they're with romantically, no one else will ever understand the depth of what that experience did to them and they are so ughghghg they make me insane

[preoccupied-educator]

For the mood board game thing. This probably is hyper specific but college dorm blanket fort juke please. Hahaha. You seem like you would know about such things 😜

holy wow...let's not look at the date you sent this to me..and also the date that I put this moodboard into my drafts I don't have a summary for this per say..it's mostly just cozy Autumn vibes, but here is what I'm thinking - Maybe Luke and Julie meet in their college dorm...both of them there to study something that isn't necessarily their passion - Luke's parents won't pay for a music degree, and Julie can't bring herself to play music since her mom passed. They get paired up in a class, and become something close to friends. It's approaching a holiday break...but neither of them are going home. Julie can't afford to fly back, Luke is avoiding his parents. They end up being some of the only students in their building for a few days. The dorm cafeteria is closed so she runs into him in the shared kitchen burning scrambled eggs (and trying to salvage them with peanut butter), he finds her in the lounge binging some terrible reality show and gets sucked right in (he says it's because she has snacks and she graciously shared). One of them invites the other to walk across campus to the undergrad pub for a "real meal", which turns into an invitation to a movie night in Julie's dorm, which then turns into some light-hearted teasing from Luke about the amount of throw pillows she owns (courtesy of Tia Victoria, she says) and that turns into Luke putting the throw pillows to use in a blanket fort while Julie picks the movie and raids her care-package stash for the best snacks. I'm not sure how it ends...but because it's me there's probably going to be a first kiss, maybe the blanket fort coziness gets to them and they end up dozing off together and she cooks him eggs the next morning (sans peanut butter and crispy burnt bits of course) and they live happily ever after as college sweethearts. The end.

[gripes-withthesun]

you know those people whom you meet late in life but already know their soul?

<ko-fi>

[ID/ 'My Words Speak To You' - Hritvika Lakhera

We're collecting words in little jars,/ you and I;/ reading, writing, memorising, reciting –/ somehow, I always know what to say/ to open up the dark damp caves/ where your golden thoughts reside –/ "Open, says me,"/ and we huddle around the exciting spectacle/ of revelations within our psyches./ We're passing words back and forth,/ you and I;/ reflecting, disseminating, sharing, reverberating –/ somehow, an uncanny familiarity/ to the dialogue – a dream recalled,/ like we have lived these lives/ and talked these talks/ a thousand times over in other universes./ In dreams I whisper to your soul,/ and it tells me what to write;/ In a reverie I beheld/ the songs your bones crave to hear;/ The verses we are yet to share –/ they are written under my skin/ they are written under my skin/ they are written under my skin. /end ID]

[doriandrifting]

Obsesssed with the fact that the Duffers lured in a large viewership by pandering to the presumption that they were just creating an homage to their favorite media growing up, but actually have done so much to deconstruct and subvert traditional tropes from 80s media. They quite literally turned the narrative upside down.

[sleepapparition]

I’m tryna tell yall that he’s her biggest motivator/instigator 😌😌😌

[queen-mabs-revenge]

i always get so worried that the vet thinks i beat this cat on the reg or smth bc of how violent she is at the office (lol guess who tore a whole chunk out of the exam gloves at her post-op check in today!) meanwhile my phone like *photo of her curled up on my lap* *photo of her on my shoulder on a walk* *audio of her purring so hard it's got a pitch* *video of her making biscuits on my belly* *audio of her snoring* *photo of her licking my hair* *video of her eating her food with her paws*

[mazojo]

They are so real for that

[tact-and-impulse]

Narumayo Week 2023 Day 2

S-soulmate AU? Never wrote one before, but this was the idea that landed!

Prompt: Investigations

The strings were becoming more visible.

With enough spiritual energy, Maya could summon them to flicker in her vision, colorful lines of connection between souls. It was a sign she was progressing in her training, and with it, the warning words of her family.

Never look at your own string.

The temptation would be there, her aunt had intoned, but she had to remember what happened to her mother and sister. Misty Fey, taking any job in widowhood, now adrift and unaccounted for. Mia Fey…her life cut too short, and her lover’s sight reverted to monochrome. In fact, any woman of the Fey clan had a doomed soulmate, so what was the point in searching?

“Hey, Maya. Maya? Are you okay?”

She rapidly blinked, glancing over her shoulder. Phoenix was closer than she anticipated, his expression slightly concerned. He was hard at work, investigating the ringmaster’s death, and here she was, uselessly lost in thought.

“Just fine. Now, let’s look for some footprints.” She hastily turned her gaze forward, hoping the dazzling snow would provide a clean slate.

***

Ultimately, it was Pearl who ended up asking. “Mr. Nick, what’s your soul ability?”

“Pearly! That’s not a polite question.” Maya didn’t want to scold her, especially since she didn’t know better.

Phoenix didn’t seem to take offense. “My…oh. I don’t know. Definitely none of the writing ones, or dream sharing, or telepathy-”

“Does it not run in your family?” She couldn’t resist being curious.

“Nope, but they usually don’t. I’m guessing other than channeling the dead, the Feys have something else passed down?”

“We can see red strings between soulmates!” Pearl gushed. “That’s why I’m working hard, so I can make sure you two are each other’s special someone!”

Maya wanted to curl up and shrink; Phoenix looked equally mortified. At least, locating a place for dinner provided the next distraction. An hour later, they waited for their bowls of ramen, and Pearl hovered by the shop’s small aquarium in delighted fascination.

In a low voice, he addressed her. “While we’ve been investigating around town, have you noticed any strings between people?”

“Sometimes. I try not to follow them.”

“Not even for yourself?”

“Soulmates aren’t a big thing in Kurain Village, there aren’t a lot of couples who stay together. Besides, I’ve got Pearly to take care of.” She shrugged, before resorting to deflection. “I could always look for your soulmate, if you have one.”

“No thanks. I’d rather have a new client who can pay our bills.” He dryly replied. Silence filled between them.

Somehow, she felt bad. “Sorry, if that offended you.”

“Huh? Oh, you’re fine.” His gaze carefully considered her. And then, almost casually, he admitted. “I was just thinking that whoever yours is, they’d be lucky.”

Embarrassed heat washed over her face. “I think your empty stomach is getting to you, Nick.” And with perfect timing, their orders arrived, ending the conversation. 

Later, the memory popped into her head, while she was cut off from the rest of the world. Or rather, the thought of delicious noodles and bubble tea…she was going to splurge once she was free. The bespectacled assassin had kept moving her, mumbling that someone was getting too close.

She hoped it was Nick. She hoped he was alright.

As soon as she could muster the strength, she channeled Mia. Spiritual energy surged, and right before her big sister’s comforting embrace folded around her, she did glimpse her own red string, extending past the locked door. What if her soulmate was-

When she woke in her own body again, a number of police officers were surrounding her. The trial had ended, and Nick was successful. All that remained of her kidnapper was the shell card; she belatedly wondered whether she still had it, but all her weakness evaporated when she saw Phoenix and Pearl, hurtling towards her.

Over a sumptuous buffet dinner, she noticed his gaze, as if he was still afraid she’d disappear. Part of her wanted to tease him, part of her was somewhat pleased that he had missed her just as much. Then, the strings slid into her periphery, and she swiftly blinked them away, to ward off fearful possibility.

What if he wasn’t? Did she even want to find out?

***

After that, she became too apprehensive to find her string’s other end. She had a better idea anyway, to figure out Phoenix’s soul ability. She paid closer attention to things like whatever tune he was humming or if he sneezed a bunch or his dreams when he cared to share. Soul abilities could manifest in a myriad of forms and were totally unpredictable. However, she couldn’t figure out a pattern.

“You know, maybe, there’s something on your back and you just never realized.” She offered one day.

“Maya, I’m not taking off my shirt in the office.”

“People really weren’t surprised when your phony imposter was revealing his pecs in court though.”

“Still not sure how that happened.”

“Come on, just a super fast peek!”

He sighed. “…Pearl hasn’t come out of the bathroom yet?”

Lighting candles was confined to there, after the fire alarm was accidentally set off. “I’d give her another minute to finish practicing purification rites.”

“Fine. Let’s make it quick.” He stripped off his blazer and whipped around. Her mouth was suddenly dry, and her eyes widened as he lifted his shirt to his broad shoulders. Biking to work had done wonders, delineating his muscles. She stared overly long at the divots just above his waistband, tempting enough to press her thumbs into.

“Maya? Don’t tell me, it’s too grotesque to describe.”

Her fingers twitched, but she managed to yank his shirt down. “Nope, clean as a whistle.”

“What a relief.” His ears were turning crimson. She felt similarly warm.

“Mystic Maya! Mr. Nick!” Pearl’s distressed wail interrupted. “The door lock’s stuck!”

So, they went to rescue her and dry her tears. But it served to remind Maya that she couldn’t neglect her cousin’s training, or her own. That was what sparked the travel to Hazakura Temple, and with the ensuing events, investigating further was significantly less important.

While she was recovering in the hospital, Nick went to her bedside. He visibly winced as he sat down, which prompted her to ask. Sheepishly, he relayed the story of how he was injured.

“Nick…that was…why?”

“All I thought was, I had to get across the bridge. And I knew exactly where you were…like a string was pulling me to you.”

Huh. That was a funny description. “You really did find me. Thank you.” Against her self-control, she shivered.

“Still cold?”

“Yeah. Wanna warm me up?” She kept her tone lighthearted, to play it off as a joke if he declined.

But he didn’t. Instead, he embraced her, exhaling in relief, and she could feel the tension leaving him. He felt solid and warm; her chest ached. Then, the door opened, and their friends poured in, forcing them to break apart.

Her spiritual energy must have been recovering, because for an instant, she saw it. A vibrant red string, stretching with distance, yet never wavering from connecting their hearts.

…Oh. As it turned out, they were both lucky.

[mashriqiyyah]

Parallel lines don't meet, they just walk together, they say. Not us, but me and you, were parallel lines. I thought. But, we aren't. We are parallel universe. Dynamic. Spontaneous, not plain and straight. We're the same old souls, wounded in the same battles, stabbed with the same daggers. If only you knew. I smile the way you smile, only one corner of your lips twitching, both eyes crinkilng,like a fresh drizzle of rain, half blooming flowers. I close my ears when I silence my sobs, only to hear your muffled cries. You watch the Moon with longing, and me..? you're the one I see in the Moon. The touching of tendrils, the golden flakes of our orbs, the rigidity of our heart because of our circumstances, the vulnerability we never show the world, the words we like to keep hushed yet hear it unsaid, the nostalgia warming us when it rains, the sky being our constant friend, the night a mix of agony, solitude and relief for you and me. You see the world as I see, fencing ourselves with the harshness, hearts as that of birds, fragile and tender.

I know the way your curious sight searches for the odds in things. Forgotten diaries, scribbled notes from strangers. I've found myself slipping in their shoes too. If only you knew.

If the Rabb of all the universes allows, I'd like our universes to be merged. You'd love that too. I know. You and Me to Us. But you and me, do know, it's just the Dua that one can always render to. And then, you too are uncared to pronounce it, and I too am tired to mention it. For, we're the Parallel Universe. Side by side, confined in our own self, some embankment of world separating You and Me, not Us. If only you knew, dear soulmate..oh, now a stranger.

- 8th July 2021