YOU WERE MADE FOR ME AND I WAS MADE FOR YOU

[dousing]

SOULMATE AU MEME Okay, there are a thousand of these rolling around so we're going to be short and sweet. You look at a list or a tag and you find a soulmate AU that you can't live without. You post it in your top level or you bring it to someone else's top level. Then you play it out and you go absolutely hog wild with all your soulmate AU dreams. In fact, make up new soulmate AUs! See if we care! • Top level your character. Include any details you might think are relevant. Or don't. As always, we're not the cops. • Reply to other people's top levels! • Have fun!

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Yoon Bum ▻ Killing Stalking ▻ M/M

[fragilesoul]

tsukasa suou | ensemble stars!

[stressweets]

constellates ♥

[stressweets]

[ Tsukasa Suou has never been good with girls.

Well, clarification: he finds it hard to understand them. Interacting with them has never been his family's primary concern (at least not yet; he's fairly certain even they have moved past arranged marriages? but time will tell, and the world's condition makes that difficult anyay) and Anzu has been his primary experience, the students and others who come to their lives aside. Anzu, really, is his only real experience, and he's set himself up as her little brother...

A mistake, but a mistake he can (will have to) live with, especially since she didn't have the same star-shaped mark stretching across the inside of her fingers that he did.

So to hear they'll be working on a co-ed live with a number of female idols makes him a little nervous. He doesn't show it—God, no, his senpai would eat him alive—and today, they're finally meeting. Tsukasa listens to his fellow knights talk and keep the air lively as ever, even if he can't seem to settle, and when Izumi finally snaps and tells him to go take a breather, he excuses himself from the room immediately. A little walk should clear his mind—he should be able to find his way around this company's building as well.

Even if it's bigger than Yumenosaki Academy, technically speaking, he isn't Leader.

...and yet, fifteen minutes later, he's absolutely lost. He'll never tell anyone about this—he'll just say he needed more time—he'll apologize—he'll

he'll ask for directions! And what luck ♪ There's a stunning young woman nearby. He feels like he's seen her before, but he can't place a name to her slightly familiar face... so they probably haven't actually met before. No time like the present to fix that, at least. She looks a little young to be working here as staff, so maybe she's an idol like him...? And maybe even one they'll be working with... He should have studied the files more thoroughly, instead of reminding Leader to.

Ah, well. She's his new guide, for the moment, and he approaches her with a smile. ]

Good afternoon...! [ Oh, she's even prettier up close. Well... he works with the likes of Izumi and Arashi, so he can hold his own. Maybe. Girls are different, and he lays a hand over his chest like a true gentleman. ] I am Tsukasa Suou, a member of Yumenosaki Academy's knights... We were supposed to have a meeting with those in Project Krone, however I seem to have lost my way...

[ ahem. ]

It may be a bit of a shot in the dark, but do you happen to know where that room might be?

eichi tenshouin | ensemble stars!

[perishsong]

Lemme know if this is okay!

[destage]

[Everyone starts their life with a name on their wrist. That's a fact of life that Sayaka's known from the very start, even if she's given the name no real mind. She's never heard of 'Eichi Tenshouin'; her father didn't recognize the name either, when she'd asked him about it one day. Truth be told, Sayaka was more than willing to be content with never knowing who this person was, especially once she had decided to become an Idol; she had been encouraged to wear a wristband that had hid that name, and she had accepted that, for the sake of her career, she would have to forget that name ever existed. She'd never know who they were, and that was fine. Her fans, even from a distance, could provide her with the same feeling of happiness. That's what she told herself, often, even as the occupation became more hazardous as she became more famous.

Maybe it would've helped if she had told her managers the name in question, though. An opportunity had come along, in the form of an opening at the prestigious Yumenosaki Private Academy, for the Producer Course. Sayaka was under strict orders to remember that she was simply expanding her horizons; though this may be an All-Boys school, she wasn't allowed to get particularly close to any of those boys. She'd agreed to the terms easily, even that name had come up. He was apparently the Student Council President of the school, and a member of it's most formidable unit. Idols that could possibly even surpass her, if the time should come. Sayaka kept that in mind, of course, but there didn't seem to be much more interesting information on him.

In a way, it was probably better; she doubted that she would be producing for them, of all people. They hadn't given her any word on who she might be assisting at all, simply telling her that she would likely find out while in the school itself.

As she's driven to the school in question, she seems to go over those thoughts again and again. She knows she'll have to shove out those thoughts once she gets there; if she wants to continue to succeed, she has to remember to keep what they said in mind. Sayaka was here on business, and for no other reason than that. It was simple. It should be simple, at least.

Her ride arrives right in front of the school, and as she's let out, she...honestly has to take in the splendor of it all. It's huge--it's bigger than any of the schools she had gone to, bigger than any of them combined. Sayaka's definitely taken aback, even while she's searched by the security guards; she's left cooperative, but looking at the splendid school, and when she's eventually allowed to leave (her wonderful rider being more than willing to get her bags to her new living space so she can walk around, bless his soul), she finds herself just...wandering the school building, taking everything in. There should be someone looking for her soon enough, so Sayaka doesn't see anything wrong with a look around. She does muse a bit to herself, though;]

An academy like this...it's so much more beautiful than I would have imagined. I only wonder what it would be like if we had a school similar to this.

[She's content to wander, thou--]

Oh!

[And she finds herself bumping into someone, lovely. She's thankful she's only left a little unsteady, but Sayaka bows her head almost instantly, hesitantly offering her hand.]

Oh my gosh, I am so sorry! Please, excuse me--are you hurt at all?

Gotou Toushirou | Touken Ranbu | M/M

[caretaller]

natsume sakasaki | ensemble stars!

[crystallomancy]

Rachel Amber | Life is Strange | f/f

[amberalerts]

haru okumura | persona 5

[unsubservient]

( ota! )

dave strider | homestuck | ota

[parodeity]

hinata aoi ☆ ensemble stars! ☆ ota

[livens]

sebastian / shadowhunters

[edoms]

Nachtanya Loei Piena Augustra | Rokka: Braves of the Six Flowers

[nachetanya]

[ I mean. God help you Jesus Christ dude. ]

[halleberry]

[ Tsubasa's starting to feel like she'll never get used to the feeling of waking up to find that things are just...off. She had fallen asleep in her futon, out in the hallway close to the bathroom, but she awoke to the sight of the familiar (yet nonetheless quite different) ceiling of her apartment's living room, her makeshift bed having moved right next to the space heater. Her glasses, usually just to the right of her pillow, aren't anywhere to be found, either; barring the unlikely conclusion that they've grown legs and scrambled off in the middle of the night, they've probably been moved elsewhere. Getting out of her blanket was like unwrapping herself from a cocoon (she had, apparently, swaddled herself pretty tightly), but underneath the shabby blanket and thin sheets, she found that the pajamas she was wearing were different from the ones she put on before bed, as well, an undershirt having slipped beneath them and her chest. She doesn't have to think too hard about the cause for these discrepancies, of course; little, discrepant details like these have been sneaking their way into her mornings for the past two weeks now.

She remembers her dream. ...Or, at least, the fleeting bits of it that she can hold onto, through the haze of her sleep. She clenches her left hand into a fist, feeling the nails dig into her palm, the muscles in her forearm start to tense. These days, it's starting to feel more like a phantom limb...

She spends a good few minutes searching for them, through atrociously blurry vision, but she finally finds them in the bathroom on the shelf under the mirror, alongside her phone. Finally able to see, she inspects herself in the mirror while she's here, checking to see if there's any writing on her body; it wouldn't be the first time she's woken up with scribbles on her face or up her arms, details that were far more prominent when the dreams first started. But now that there's a bit of a system in place, a well-thought-out procedure for this, that sort of thing is becoming less and less common.

She grabs at her phone, knowing that there'll be more than a few details she'd rather not read hidden in the notes app. But before she sees what horrors await her there, and what misadventures she'll have to deal with the consequences of... ]

Good morning.
Were you too cold last night?
I'm sorry I don't have a warmer futon for you.

[ She opens LINE and sends a brief message out to the first name in her contact list. Nachetanya Augustra, a girl a world apart. An "incorrigible tomboy," to use her own words. A self-assured and intrepid daredevil, bold as can be. Beautiful, both conventionally and in her own right, and she knows it. A touch cheeky, too, but exceptionally clever, quick with a joke and quicker on the uptake.

And this handful of a girl is the one Tsubasa is destined to be with, or, so she's been led to believe. But fate has a funny way of telling you these things, of introducing you to the person you're tied to. The "red string" has a bit of a taste for the theatrical, it'd seem. And as tough as it is to remember everything, through the fog of a distant dream, a fleeting memory, what's clear enough is that Nachetanya Augustra is a tough part to play.

Tsubasa knows that better than anyone. It's an act that she's been forced to ad-lib, seemingly at random during the night. In their dreams, the two of them switch bodies, with no apparent rhyme or reason. And ever since then, her life's been...

Well, it's certainly interesting. ]

Masaomi Kida | Durarara!!

[generalflirt]

[ Somewhat of a M/F preference but I'm open ]

Ayano Tateyama | Kagerou Project | OTA

[kagepuro]

Eren Jaeger | Shingeki no Kyojin | M/M

[preciousbrat]

karkat vantas. homestuck.

[angrypants]

A-ya | Shuuen no shiori | M/M

[bored_rumors]

Cloud Strife | FFVII (crisis core) | m/m

[backwatertrooper]

[BUT platonic soul mates are good too!
-the first part of that linked list is all good, though I'm not really interested in the 'world in colour' one. Body switch seems like it could be hilarious.]

Horatio Hornblower | Hornblower Saga

[hotspurs]

[his_majestys_navy]

It isn't unusual for resident Gentlemen and Ladies to invite Naval officers to social occasions. In fact in far flung corners it's considered their patriotic duty to do so. James Norrington has been to several such events, be they balls or suppers. The one this evening, hosted by the Governor of Gibraltar and his wife seems to have its fair share of officers and most are unknown to him. But there are casual introductions and James spends a happy few minutes with a retired Ambassador, until the dinner gong sounds.

He isn't seated near the Ambassador, but with the niece of his host on one side and a young officer on the left. The young lady is a pleasent enough conversationalist but the officer keeps quiet. James isn't sure if he is simply shy or listening to a conversation on his other side.

Vala | original | f/f

[lefthandblack]

Evie Frye | Assassin's Creed Syndicate | OTA

[elderfrye]

I couldn't resist, I apologise

[nothinglikefather]

Jacob really can't hide his disdain, face twisting in disgust. He loves his sister. He respects her abilities, even if sometimes she drives him utterly mad. They've butted heads so much recently, over small things, as if the bustle of London and the smog and smoke and the constant work is wearing them down.

He knows Henry is a good man. Not a great assassin. He likes him, to an extent. He certainly sees the attraction, but he's never been one for love and romance. On that front, he thought he and his sister were in agreement.

It's another thing that he's clearly misunderstood.

"We aren't talking about Greenie are we?"

Yuuichiro Hyakuya | Seraph of the End | OTA

[foretokens]

Daenerys Targaryen • Game of Thrones

[ex_jelmazmo599]

guzma | pokemon sun and moon/ultra sun and ultra moon | ota

[acherontiastyx]

[No characters under 18 but other than that I'm game!]

Ignis Scientia | FFXV

[regalblaze]

tarrlok | avatar: legend of korra | ota

[bloodisthicker]

[no characters under 18 but other than that i'm game!]