Mates for Life

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the MATES FOR LIFE meme The one conceit of this meme: humans (or human-expies, whatever beings they may be) mate for life. With this comes the typical trappings of "mating for life" - indescribable closeness, contentment around your "destined," and, of course, in your all-too-familiar worst case, jealousy and rage should the bond be threatened. Oh, and there's also the little caveat that, should your mate die, you die as well. But that's not too much to swallow, is it? The whole thing is only a small conceit, you know. HOW TO PLAY Comment with your character and preferences. Reply to others, using the RNG or not at your pleasure. Thread. PROMPTS romanticism | You approach the potential of mating with a dreamy hope. It will be just like a romance novel! distaste | Ugh, mating? You're going to put it off...or maybe even try not to do it at all. imprint | That's them. That's the one. You both know it, and you can't keep away. first | The first time you come together sets the bond in stone, not to mention sets the stage for the rest of your lives. share | Some mates are able to communicate and share their secrets through a mental link; others have to do it the old fashioned way and just speak up. calm | When one partner goes berserk, there's only one person in this world who can get them to settle down. comfort | Merely being in the presence of your mate can turn your stormy day around. heal | Scars, mental or physical, can be mended with the right love from a mate. need | Your body is going through actual physical withdrawal due to being away from your one and only. protect | Whether the threat be real or jealously perceived, you have to keep what's yours from harm. obsessed | You're beyond jealous. You've taken it too far mistake | Mating with them was not the right decision, but you can't take it back. cheat | Despite your being mated, you've chosen to break a sacred trust and go outside the home. death | There's not much will left to live in you after your mate has passed. Even if there was, it's not like you have much of a choice not to die. old mated couple | You've lasted a long time. This may be your "happy ending."

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𝒔𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆 ( snow white and the huntsman ) ota

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Clark Kent | DCEU | m/m

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U'rajul Tia | FFXIV OC | M/M

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Michael Corvin | Underworld | M/M

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Brigid Finn | OC | M/F

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Steve Trevor | DCEU

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Ryo Asuka | devilman crybaby | m/m

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chuck hansen | pacific rim | m/m

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no smut.

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Derek Hale • Teen Wolf • m/f

[duelo]

I'm making this up

[bostonhowler]

Brigid had been visiting Carlos in Standford. When she'd run across the local pack and an Alpha who was.... Well, he'd tried to be handsy with her. So, instead of ripping his face open, like he deserved, she'd run.

Running into another Alpha's territory probably wasn't the smartest thing, but she'd been out of options, and unable to get to the airport.

She sighs, pulling over to make a phone call. She gets out to stretch her legs in the wooded area. "Carlos, I'm fine. Just, that guy was a creep, and kept -" A scent teases her nostrils. It's... familiar. Like she should know it. It fills her with a sense of comfort, of home. "Look, let me call you back, okay amigo?" She asks, with her horrible accent.

"I can smell you there." She says, not raising her voice. She knows whoever he is can hear her. "I'm just passing through." She grimaces. "Well, running, really. I'm not here to bring trouble."

[duelo]

While he isn't a fan of people passing through what he still considers "his woods" even years after the Hale House property had been condemned and the empty, burnt shell of his childhood home had been torn down by the city, Derek doesn't typically make a big deal about it unless he feels like he needs to. Unless, like now, he can smell the wolf on someone, because anyone from around here whose scent is familiar in species but not in specificity knows better than to be in the woods around here if they're not trying to make trouble. This is where battles are fought and won or lost.

There's only one of her, though; he can tell that much from the sound and scent. How much trouble can one werewolf really be? ...maybe it's better not to ask that question, because if he really thinks about it, there are a handful of werecreatures who would be plenty of trouble even without help.

But she's proactive, calling out his presence and letting him know that she's passing through and means no harm. Derek moves out from the shadows and into sight, eyebrows lifted when she specifies that she's running. "To something or from something?" he wonders aloud.

[wronganswer]

Cassandra grew up in a poor family in a violent neighborhood with deeply loving parents, with a mutation she didn't understand enough to hide. Hearing the thoughts of those around her quickly made her realize how many people she spoke to casually were criminals; how much pain the average person was in; how many lies they told, how many people they hurt, because they were hurt themselves. It was a muddle, justice something spoken of and served to other people. Without her parents, she's not sure where she'd have ended up, who she'd become, knowing too much as she did. Cassandra learned to tune out those around her like tuning to a static radio station, and she learned to tune into her parents, who resonated caring and affection and, at times, desperation.

They were in a hard situation, and Cassandra learned to survive. Mutant prejudice kept increasing, and she was fortunate enough to have an invisible mutation, one she slowly gained control over sufficient to pretend she didn't have it at all-- but she did, she did have it, and she felt powerfully for the unfairness of how those around her were treated. Mutants and normals both. She was a bleeding heart who dreamed of joining the police and making a difference. But she had a long way to go first, and she had to first survive adolescence.

Her parents died. They were sick. Chemical exposure, though no one investigated enough to learn the details-- exposed to what, she'd almost certainly never learn. Cassandra drifted from foster-family to foster-family, the most well-meaning who thought they wouldn't mind a mutant in their household, only to discover this particular mutation was telepathy, and everyone, but everyone, she knows, has skeletons to hide. And no one will believe that she won't air them out.

There's one stretch of time, her last year in high school, that she actually spends in one place, possibly because she's far from the weirdest or most remarkable thing to happen to Beacon Hills. If anything, Cassandra's a footnote to the town as a whole, and she likes it that way. Feels comfortable and almost safe for the first time since her parents died. And she meets someone, while she's there. Someone that she never forgets.

Derek.

Cassandra has to leave eventually, of course: she turns eighteen, ages out of the system, and leaves. With little else open to her and certainly no inheritance, she follows her dream the most direct way possible, and enlists, struggling through each and every test, barely passing, until she finally makes it to the Army Military Police on nothing but the weight of her bloody-minded determination no matter how many times she fails. Sergeant Anderson serves out her tour and then comes back five years later to what she thinks of as home, caught between whether she wants to reenlist or stay, wondering if there's even anything out there for her but more violence, and spying on peoples' thoughts for the U.S. government, and hard-edged war.

She has to try, though. She has to see. See if Derek even still remembers her, honestly. She changes out of her fatigues, the jeans and hoodie making her look far younger again, and goes to see what she's missed, if there's anything left here for her.

She's not even sure he'll still be living in the same place, but she has to start somewhere.

Jane Tiberia Kirk | Star Trek AOS f/f, m/f

[punch_it]

imprint

[drlmccoy]

[Nope. Nope. He's going to ignore the imprint. Because he's got a job to do. And they're always in danger and he's getting getting more snappish and growly and he's trying to avoid her]

Jyn Erso | Rogue One | OTA

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Leanne | Fire Emblem | M/F

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Al-Cid Margrace | Final Fantasy XII | OTA

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(Trying to recapture his voice! All is welcomed. #itsbeenyeaaars!)

Nico Acosta | OC | M/F

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