Love isn't brains, children, it's blood.

[sockula_untold]

Twisted Soulmate AU. Consider: a world where most everything is the same as it ever was, yet there's one downside: soulmates are real, and you will find yours. How could that ever be terrible, you ask? Why, we forgot to mention the other little snag...touching your soulmate brings you excruciating pain. Everyone else in your life you can touch no problem, except for them. You know you'll find the one when you hurt. How does knowing that the person you're destined to be with is the only person you can't touch? Will you avoid contact with anyone so you'll never know and be the "safer" (yet unfulfilled) for it? If you do find that other half, how will you ever show your affection for each other? Sex has to be out of the question entirely, right? In a life worth living, there's always going to be a little bit of pain. Once it's all said and done, a life with someone is going to make you earn your happiness. r u l e s: one ▍ comment with your character, their info, prefs, etc. two ▍ be sure to mention if you want to focus more on romance, fluff, angst, smut, etc. be sure to put your hard nos somewhere, too (ie "no smut"). three ▍ reply to others and thread.

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Loki | mcu | ota

[tr1ckortreat]

sephiroth ( final fantasy vii )

[vehementi]

( happy to play either murdery or non-murdery iterations of sephiroth! romance/fluff and angst are both great, as is sephiroth being an evil bastard. not comfortable with doing smut straight away, but if it builds up to it, that's fine. most interested in exploring this idea with cloud or aerith, but prefs are here. also-- a heads up that tags will probably be slow! )

:crossed_swords:

[electroburst]

[ Honestly, at this point in life, Reno is surprised he hasn't found the one already by some gross, unfortunate accident. With as many bodies as he comes into contact with, either with violence or (oftentimes fake-)friendliness or something a little less PG, one of the thousands would have to be it, right? No dice. He had made it a point early in his career to make damn well and sure to shake hands with any new Turks who came filtering in, and when no thunderbolt from the blue came to ruin his nice day, everything was peachy. None of the Turks, none of the people in the office, nobody he worked with. Nobody he could feasibly come into physical contact with, at least.

This is good. This is and always has been good news. He wants nothing whatsoever to do with any of this fucking crap, is the thing. In his mind, he always intended to murder whoever gave him his fated taste of destiny so he wouldn't have to live with it. That was the plan when he was younger, at least. As he got older, he figured he'd handle it as it came along. If it's someone he can't just kill... well, he'd figure it out. If it's some asshole stranger, death it is! Easy peasy, lemon squeezy. It never came up, so he never had to worry.

Then, y'know, the world pretty much went to shit.

In the advent of Shinra Inc. burning to the ground, everyone who is anyone turning coats on them, digging the president out of the rubble and taking a stand against the fucking Remnants, it's not as if he's had time to worry about stupid crap like romance and fate who he's supposed to be with. Far as he's concerned, he's already suffered that pain—with his own people. With Rude, with Tseng and Elena, and Rufus. The misery they've been through, it's enough. They're still together, stuck like glue, and that's all he's ever gonna need. Maybe throw in Cloud and his stupid friends for good measure (he's done his best to touch every last one of them too, just to make sure—no go there, either, thank fuck) and Evan and his friends (tragically, no luck on that front) and hey, he's got a whole-ass family! Fuck a "soulmate." That's fake, stupid crap.

At any rate, shit's not looking too good in their cards right now anyhow. Trouble is, taking down the Remnants wasn't enough. Somehow, all this chaos gave way to Sephiroth making another comeback, and when push came to shove, Cloud and his friends just weren't enough to take him down. They lived, to be sure, but considering what happened last time Sephiroth was left to walk around unchecked, they do not have the leeway to allow much time to regroup. That means someone needs to buy the real heroes some time, and that means here Reno goes, risking his neck for his job again. Totally against his personal policy, but what's a guy to do? It's either this or oblivion, and he'd rather take his chances. It's the only play they've got.

Reno deploys without his partner—first up to bat, as it were. The idea is not to engage in any ridiculous combat he has no prayer of surviving, but to provide a distraction. Cause a ruckus, make the bastard sorry he stepped foot on their shriveled-up rock again for how much of a pain in the neck it is to walk around on it. He darts across the rocks and cliffs outside of Midgar like some kind of leaping gazelle-squirrel, e-mag in one hand and some fancy tech in the other. He's been saving these for a long time. He calls them Electrowebs. All you gotta do is toss 'em and they'll spring up and project a high-voltage, tightly woven net that all strings together and traps in its intended victim. Doubtful they'll hold up much against a fancy sword like what the Big Bad has got, but it'll do. He chucks them down from high up and then weaves his way along the cliffs to, hopefully, herd Sephiroth in the direction he wants him to go. Not by pushing him to run, because why would he? But tempting him to follow, maybe. Hard to miss the flash of red hair streaking along behind him as he springs from cliff to cliff quick as can be. ]

reno ( ff7 ) / ota

[electroburst]

( hint: sex is not out of the question. )

hope this works

[legacy_blade]

This wasn't, of course, what he had expected. Sure, everyone knew there was a good chance you were going to run into that 'one terrible moment' in your life, and you were going to have to figure out what to do with it. What you were going to do when you met the person that was absolute agony to be around, the person your soul cried out for (if you even had a soul, and this sure gave credence to the whole 'life stream' theorists), was a serious question. Ethically and philosophically debated. Not that Zack was someone that followed all of that shit.

What he followed was orders. What he followed was the path to being a hero. What he followed was his Soldier Honor and the code that Angeal had trained him to live by.

What he also followed were some rogue bombs into a tough part of the sector six slums, not knowing the area was regularly watched by the Turks because of one special young woman who lived there. Bombs that had been a hard fight and blown up in his face. Bombs that he somehow hadn't had to fight alone because of a laughing, smirking, saucy little red-head that Zack had seen around the office. One in a suit that screamed 'Turks'. One that had managed to escape the final explosion and offered a hand to help Zack to his feet.

Their hands touched, gripped, skin against glove. Apparently that was still enough. Apparently it didn't have to be skin to skin. Apparently Zack, halfway pulled up in that lightning quick jerk by the grinning Turk, was now shouting in pain, releasing Reno's hand, and falling back to the ground with a whimper.

It was worse than a fucking mako injection. No one told him it was allowed to be fucking worse than a mako injection. Fuck Angeal and not telling him it was FUCKING WORSE THAN A MAKO INJECTION.

"Fuck!" the young soldier yelped through his pain.

Jyn Erso | Rogue One | OTA

[wherehopegoes]

Cassia Andor | Rogue One | OTA

[yo_me_rezo]

Essa Erso-Andor | Rogue One OC | OTA

[theresalways_hope]

tseng | ffvii | ota

[beenhad]

[ i'm just here to perpetuate some dark, twisted fuckery beetch. ]

keep bleedin

[electroburst]

[ The day Reno met Veld, he did what he was taught to do since being entangled in Shinra's corporate, shiny, polished on the outside/skeezy on the inside web, and stuck his hand out to shake. It was a kind of comically adorable gesture for such a small child, clearly street-hardened and as sly as they made 'em back in those days, all calculating eyes and toothy grin and recently-taught gestures of politeness. Naive as hell, as a matter of fact. Veld did not return the gesture, or the grin. Instead he took Reno by the front of his shirt and held him up to eye level, scaring the daylights out of him in the first second and pissing him off right after. "You don't shake hands," he'd warned. "You don't touch anybody from now on."

There was a whole life lesson in that. It came hot on the heels of all the other hard life lessons he would be taught from then on. As he understood it, he'd simply gotten lucky to not have his personal business complicated by this hindrance Veld warned him of. But then, also, he didn't quite get it, because when contact pretty much always ends in pain, how is he supposed to know the difference? Few encounters with other human beings had ever ended in anything but suffering, but he had long since learned to weaponize it. Why shouldn't he use it? Who the hell cares about it tying you to someone, when you can just... kill that someone?

It probably would have been better to leave the poor, dumb kid be. Let him learn it on his own, figure it out his own way. Instead, as with most things, bless his heart, Veld taught Reno all the wrong ways to deal with threats to his Turkliness and it made him fucking warped and confused.

He didn't keep his hands to himself from then on. He only got more scheming about it, more machinating, more twisted. More sadistic, more unfeeling. Knowing that everyone in the world is looking for that certain somebody to hurt them in a way no one else can became one of his most insidious tools. He'd break a person's heart and then every bone in their body using that fairytale as his weapon, and that chaotic recklessness mixed with curiosity missed with odd, confused yearning, mixed with a malfunctioning emotional processing center turned every little thing that happened to him into some kind of a game. It was an easy game to play when he kept solely to himself and disregarded anyone with whom he could not bat around like a cat's toy, literally or metaphorically.

On the other hand (heh), he vehemently avoided the people who were not so easily passed off. New Turks came and went, and Reno often came across as standoffish. He'd be your best friend from a distance, but so help you if you came too close—better believe there'd be no time to regret it. Perhaps Veld really did succeed in making him get it. Maybe he couldn't save him from the underbelly of the world and all the bad choices he'd decided he wanted to make, but at least he wouldn't have to deal with any fucking Turk drama. But no, he screwed up there, too. The issue: Tseng.

Other than Veld (and even that's questionable), Tseng's the only one Reno ever bothers with. It's been about five years, and they've since found their pacing with one another, which should be good but mostly leaves Reno baffled. The lines he draws in the sand with other people blur when Tseng is around him, and he finds himself tempted in ways he thinks he's funny but register in his mind as dangerous. Like coming at an electrical socket with a fork, giggling, waiting for the shock. He'd always closely observed the way Tseng behaves, how he treats others, how he deals with the little problem. Time goes on, and he wonders where he falls into that perfect rhythm. Sometimes he circles Tseng like a shark. Sometimes he hovers behind him or beside him, only to show all his teeth and saunter away from him. He pulls this shit for fucking years.

Then one day it's too tempting. He throws every last iota of caution to the wind, waits for his moment to strike, and then passes alongside Tseng too close one day, like a cat rubbing against a person's leg. Their arms brushing together, then the backs of their hands. Reno snickers like he's being soooo baaad, at first. But then the jolt hits him and he gasps, seized with pain not just in his hand but in his whole body, and flees so immediately from it that the first thing he does is run face-first into the wall without looking where he's going. He staggers, and then darts down the hall and into his office.

Like any idiot child, he didn't think it'd actually do anything.

Now here they are. Reno hides in his office, still aching a little bit all over. The game has been completely changed. He is stunned. What is the protocol in this situation? Does he kill him? Should he ask Veld?

No.

He'll handle it himself. Square up like a man.

Except he doesn't, he goes home that night and tells himself later, later, later until he's convinced himself to just forget about it. It's a fluke. Never happened. (But it did. And this cannot be left unchecked. It'll ruin him, won't it?) ]

Double Trouble | SPOP | OTA

[immersing]

(their idea of cardio is trying to stay far away from this can of worms.)

sansa stark | asoiaf/got | ota

[eyried]

Harley Quinn | dc comics

[madlove]

[ Also available in Harleen or dceu versions. ]

Aqua || Kingdom Hearts || OTA

[watersacrificed]

Kyo Sohma l Fruits Basket l OTA

[zodiaccat]

[Open to anything except smut <3]

Edward Elric | Fullmetal Alchemist (2003)

[waxwings]

[please reach out with any questions or to let me know if you want a specific CR/AU/universe. Ed's 24 in his current game, can play canon compliant. Contact me to discuss anything NSFW.

I tend to lean towards angst but note any preferences, I'm flexible!]

[hasitsthorns]

Soulmates. The idea isn't foreign to her, but she's vehemently against it. 'Soulmates' was what her mother and father claimed to be; once her mother was gone, her father's grief twisted him tight until he shattered inside and took it out on her. She knows what 'soulmates' can do. Rose hopes she'll never find hers but, as with most things she considers bad, it finds a way to her eventually.

It's an accident. That's probably the worst part about it. If she wasn't clumsy and watched where she was going, Ed would have never had to grab her to stop her fall. When the contact burns, she thinks briefly that faceplanting into the concrete would have been more preferable.

The woman hisses and once she's steadied immediately recoils. She knows what it means. "Uh," she says, attempting to break the tense quiet settling in. "So, like, that's... weird, huh?"

Smooth as gravel, Rose. Way to go.

Orion Luis | Greek Myth Original Character | OTA

[warnotlove]

→ M/F will be less awkward than M/M but expect some awkward either way.
→ Generally his canon point age is between 18-22 but I can adjust accordingly
→ Orion has a way with canines, aquatic life, deer and horses for any characters who are fantasy based that might want to play with that element (were, centaur, merfolk etc.)
→ Canon fresh, assumed CR or in-game universe if we're in a game together all welcome!
→ Good with anything except smut
→ More info.

[hasitsthorns]

"Dude, come on," the blond urges impatiently. "We're gonna miss the previews! Those are the best part!" Not, you know, the movie they're actually going to.

It wasn't a date. Not really. They just both happened to be free and Rose was, in a moment of vulnerability, feeling particularly lonely. It's whatever. She's not going to think too much about it and instead just go. That's been her MO since she got here and it hasn't failed her yet.

"You're just dragging your feet because you know I'm right that you're gonna cry at the end."

azul ashengrotto | twisted wonderland

[capitalize]

Cindy Aurum | Final Fantasy XV | OTA

[mechaniic]

Andy | Old Guard | OTA

[thescythian]

[Well, life's already terrible. This might as well be a thing.]

Satin (Sith Inquisitor) | Star Wars: the Old Republic

[redsector]

[ lmao ok I just think it's really funny how much this wouldn't faze him ]

Tifa Lockhart | FF7r

[unbridled_strength]

[m/f for romantic soulmates]

Evora, the Watcher | Pillars of Eternity | F/M

[soul_cypher]

[Platonic/Familial soulmates would be loved too! PoE canon has soul twins, which can be romantic or not.]

Wanda Maximoff | MCU

[seeingscarlet]

[Well, there are always creative uses of those powers of hers...]

felix hugo fraldarius / fire emblem: three houses / m/m

[bloodyblade]

rinoa heartilly ( final fantasy viii )

[meteorwing]

( Why not? It's a very interesting concept to explore, I am lured by the potential dark'ish and angsty themes, what can I say. prefs here )

Frank | Endings, Beginnings

[sufferingly]

Sansa Stark | ASOIAF/GOT | f/m

[redshewolf]

[Open to fluff, angst, horror, smut, etc. Kinks and prefs are in the journal.]