i headcanon that after Shiro disappears the paladins sometimes use his name as encouragement. it starts with phrases like ‘what would Shiro do’, ‘Shiro wouldn’t want you to do this to yourself’, ‘Shiro what should i do’ etc.
then it goes to comments like ‘Shiro wouldn’t like this’, ‘I don’t think that’s a Shiro-approved idea’, ‘Shiro would be proud’ etc.
one time Keith is about to do something extremely stupid and all he can do is look upwards and mutter ‘Shiro I’m sorry’ before he does the Stupid Thing
then Lance accidentally mutters ‘Shiro help me’ when he and Keith are arguing about Keith having done the Stupid Thing (bc he’s been thinking too much about those words) and there’s a moment of heavy silence before the tense atmosphere breaks and the whole group erupts in hysterical laughter because what the fuck even
and suddenly it’s a Thing (bc it’s as ridiculous as it is therapeutic)
phrases like ‘Shiro forgive me’ become common when someone is about to do something Shiro wouldn’t approve of, the list of such things growing increasingly larger as the phrase is used for more and more trivial things
“Shiro forgive me,” Pidge says as she locks Keith in the decontamination chamber and activates it, because Keith has been stinking up the place by constantly training and refusing to shower.
“Shiro, if you’re seeing this, look away because I think he’s about to do something stupid,” Hunk mutters as Lance gets that special gleam in his eyes.
Lance: “For the love of Shiro, listen to me for one second goddamnit!” Hunk: “Don’t you mean ‘Shiro damn it’?” Lance: “Shut your quiznak, Shiro would never damn anything!” Pidge, quietly: “Not all men.” Keith, just as quietly, but confused: “But Shiro would?”
"WHAT IN SHIRO’S NAME IS GOING ON HERE?!”
“Shiro bless you, you innocent bean,” Pidge tells Keith, and Keith is confused but also smiles because he can’t help but be touched. Everyone resolves then and there to use this phrase on him more often.
“Guys wait. Before we go into this battle-” “Lance-” “I just want to say” “Lance no-” “May Shiro be with you” “ugh”
And then one day Shiro is back and old habits die hard, words keep slipping and Shiro is Hopelessly Confused and Not (at all, absolutely 0% nuh-uh) Amused. Especially when one of the first words upon finding him are an automatic “Thank Shiro you’re okay” and there’s just… a pause. Such a heavy pause.
but then one time Shiro does an awesome thing and everyone’s like “how did you do that” and all Shiro says is “i work in mysterious ways” and everyone is just d o n e
but it’s like- the night throbs in my veins sometimes and i don’t know what to do with this energy? it isn’t my heart, no, not that, not anything known, but it flows like blood would and i want to leap out of the window- i want to meet the stars / i want to tell them that the night isn’t the darkest place that i’ve been but even when i’m there somehow starlight still guides me.
Send in a soulmate AU for a starter, or send in a
for a random one
1. Red String of Fate: The ring finger of soulmates are connected by a red string. Some people can see them and some can’t. The strings gain more threads once the soulmates find each other, but if one soulmate starts to die, the threads will slowly turn black and fade away.
2. Light Up My Heart: Soulmates find each other by affectionate touches causing their chests to glow. It’s impossible for either soulmate to light up if one or both is constantly hurting the other. The touches must be gentle.
3. First Words: The first words your soulmate will say to you are on your wrist in their handwriting. Good luck finding them when it’s something generic.
4. First and Last Words: You have your soulmates first words to you on one wrist and the last words they’ll ever say to you on the other. You have no idea which is which, but they are quite ominous.
5. Tally Marks: (Not exactly a soulmate au, but close enough). When person A falls in love, a red tally shows up on their arm. If the person loves them back, it turns black, and if the person dies, it turns into a scar.
6. Timer: A timer on each person’s wrist counts down to the moment they will meet. Either this is with them from the moment they were born or they can choose to get one around the age of 13, it’s up to the writers.
7. Colours: The world is in black and white until you meet your soulmate. Afterwards, the world is in colour until your soulmate dies.
8. Colours (Alternate): You can only see colour when your soulmate is with you and you’re touching. This gives a whole new meaning to them bringing colour to your world.
9. Writing: Everything you write on your skin shows up on your soulmates skin in the same spot. You can communicate that way if you wish, but it fades from their skin long before it fades from yours.
10. Can’t We Be… Eighteen?: People age until they turn 18, then they stop aging until they meet their soulmate. As long as their soulmate is alive, they continue to age, even if they aren’t around each other, so was it the pizza guy? That random customer? Killing your soulmate will make you freeze in your aging again. Polyamorous soulmates will age at half the rate they should until all the members of their relationship have been met. (OT3+ Safe)
11. Soul Crushing: You can feel an intense pain in your soul when your soulmate is in danger, enough danger to get them killed. This has saved many lives, but how can you save someone you’ve never met before?
12. My Inner Voice, That’s Me, Right?: The voice in your head, always giving you advice and expressing problems, that’s your soulmates voice. Does it sound familiar, or is it a voice you have never heard before?
13. Through My Eyes: When you were a child, you briefly saw the world through someone else’s eyes. This was confusing and frightening, especially to such young children, especially since the other person got into an awful accident. Now as an adult, you can talk to each other, see through each other’s eyes, and feel what the other person is touching.
14. Guardian Angel: If someone’s soulmate dies before they’re able to meet, the dead soulmate can choose to become a spirit to protect their soulmate. They do whatever they can so their soulmate can live a full life.
15. Real Life Disney Singing: Every time your soulmate starts singing, you have an odd urge to burst out in the same song (and you can’t fight this)
16. The Name of the Game: You have two names on your arms, one is the person you’re destined to fight, and the other is your soulmate. You don’t know which is which.
17. The Name of the Game (Alternate): You have one name on your wrist and it’s your soulmate. Isn’t that name pretty common? Why aren’t last named included?
I remember in my early days trying to find resources on historical Celtic witchcraft. I wanted to learn about the witchcraft from the places I descended from. So, I searched for answers. I read book after book on the supposed witch practices found in Wales, Ireland, and Scotland (Raymond Buckland never steered me so wrong, and that’s really saying something). However, I remember feeling…unsatisfied. It didn’t seem historical or based in any pre-Gardnerian lineage. It seemed like Wiccan influenced witchcraft based in Gaelic and Gallic mythology. However, the authors of the books were claiming that it was truly historical and traditional. Lo and behold, I was correct. So then came the question “What is historical ‘celtic’ witchcraft and where can I find it?”
First of all, there is no one Celtic witchcraft. The word ‘Celtic’ applies to both Gaels and Gauls (though it’s said that Gauls aren’t included in that term at all, but for now, we’ll use it). There are six nations covered under ‘Celt’; Wales, Ireland, Scotland, Brittany, The Isle of Man, and Cornwall. Any witchcraft that originates from those lands can be considered ‘Celtic’, but the use of that term can create confusion and misinformation. Though they may look similar at times, and though they are all witchcraft, they are not the same. Methods changed from environment to environment. The witchery has always been based in the Land.
I’ll briefly describe the practices and lore found in each land, but it is by no means exhaustive.
In the circles of traditional witchcraft, Cornish witchery has been made very clear and accessible with much thanks to the wonderful Gemma Gary. Cornwall has perhaps one of the strongest histories of magical practice out of the Celtic Fringe. Not only witches, but Pellars (cunning folk), were a large part of the culture. Folk magic, the basis of both witch and pellar magic alike, ran rampant through Cornwall. The Pellars of Cornwall held a very strong likeness to witches, so much so that some folklorists consider them the same. The Pellars made it a point to have a wide range of services available to their customer. That meant that they would both curse and cure. The magic of Cornwall often came in the form of small spell bags filled with either powders, folded written charms, or other magical ingredient. These bags did a number of things, from love conjuring, curse breaking, and spirit banishing to healing, luck magic, and finding lost possessions. According to Cornish witch lore, a witch’s power fluctuates with the seasons, and it was in the spring that a witch’s power was renewed. The different pellars and witches of Cornwall would also clash through reputation of power. Though they clashed, the witches of Cornwall would also gather for their sabbats, which were a strange thing to behold to outsiders. Witches, both young and old, would dance with the Devil around fires, faster and closer to the flames with each pass, and never be singed. The ability to spontaneously disappear is spoken of (which may suggest flying). Black animals, especially black cats, are often spoke of in Cornish witch lore. The association with witch and toad is especially strong here, and it can be seen as a familiar, a shapeshifting witch, a charm, or an indicator of a witch.
Witchcraft that comes from Wales can be particularly tricky to find. The term ‘Welsh Witch’ has been popular since the early days of Stevie Nicks. This makes it notoriously difficult to find any historical references on actual Welsh witches. In actuality, there were two kinds of magical practitioner in Wales. The first was a wizard (known as a cunning man in England) and the second was a witch. Wizards were very popular and plenty in number in Wales. Their practice was based mainly in healing the ill and livestock. They also did favors, like giving love potions and undoing witch spells. One Welsh tale, however, tells about a conjuror who is unable to undo a witch’s spell on a butter churn, so the farmer must turn to another witch to reverse it. Welsh witches were thought to have great power. They were able to raise the dead, curse their enemies, and according to older legends, shape shift and fly. Observing the myth of a sorceress named Cerridwen and the legends of Morgan le Fey and Nimue, there comes a general idea of what a witch was in Wales and Welsh legend. The idea of someone brewing potions and poisons was most definitely associated with witches, but more broadly, elements of water and weather seem to have importance. Interaction with the fairies also holds a very strong importance in Welsh craft. Walking between worlds, particularly this world and the world of the Fairy (Avalon, anyone?), was a skill that many wizards, witches, and heroes of Welsh myth acquired. All in all, the witchcraft in Wales is quite similar to the witchcraft found in England, as is the interaction between Wizard (cunning folk or Wise Men and Women) and Witch.
In Brittany, a very strong fear and dislike for witches is found that is unlike Wales. Witches in Brittany were thought to be many in number. The legends suggest that they targeted farmers especially, making sure always to turn milk sour and spoil butter. They were also accounted to be particularly dangerous and vicious. Any man who watched their Sabbat would either not be found, found dead, or found scared witless and unable to speak. The witches of Brittany, however, were also sought out by the townsfolk. Indeed, there were witch doctors to fix their issues, but the witches were sought out for love spells and favors. Witch-cats are also mentioned, which could be either a reference to familiars or shapeshifting. Most strangely, Breton witches are said to very rarely cast spells on their targets and instead cast spells on the animals and possessions of the target. Every village is said to have a local witch. Some villages are said to be completely filled with witches. Many of them carry cane-like sticks with which they cast their spells. They were also said to be skilled in spells to find things, like lost objects and buried treasure. The line between village conjuror/wizard and witch is difficult to draw here. They may choose to help or harm, depending on their inclinations. For that reason, they still hold a strong reputation in Brittany, despite it being a place noted for its skepticism.
The Isle of Man
On the Isle of Man, both witches and magicians were an important part of the environment. The first thing you’ll find on the witches from the Isle is that they practiced much magic involving the weather and the sea. Magic was used to help the fishermen catch more fish, make sure the winds were good for travel, and settle storms at sea. A charm was made by a witch and given to a sailor that stored the winds inside. When he was at sea and in need of a gust, he would use the charm. Interestingly, the line between witch and cunning person seemed to blur here. Cunning folk were known as Charmers and Witch Doctors. Witches, however, were employed when needed. There was a perceived difference between the magic of different kinds of practitioners. Do not be mistaken, though. The fear and dislike of witches still existed. Many farmers feared the wrath of witches, especially when their crops failed and their cattle died. To reveal the witch responsible, they would burn whatever died. The person in pain the next day was thought responsible. As throughout all of Europe, witches were thought to have gained their power either through birth or through the Devil’s grace. However, witches were looked upon differently in the Isle than other places. Because of its long associations with magic, it had many kinds of magical practitioners and witches were not always considered to be the most powerful of them. Magicians, who practiced an art to compel and work with spirits and powers beyond other kinds of practitioners, were revered. They were usually compared to the image of Manannán Mac Lir, considered both a sea god and a powerful magician. The ability to fly and walk between worlds was also attributed to the witches and magicians of the Isle of Man, most likely due to the latter.
Witchcraft flourished in Scotland perhaps as much, if not more than, in Wales. Scotland’s witch trials are famous, and perhaps the most famous among them was Isobel Gowdie. In her free confession, she detailed a story that most labeled imaginary. She spoke of fairies, elf bolts, curses, shapeshifting, flying, and lewd activities with the Devil. When comparing it with the confession of Alison Pearson, another Scottish witch she had never met, a Scottish fairy tradition begins to appear. Alison also details stories of going under the hills to meet the fairies, as well as them making elf bolts. More trials begot more folklore and legends. Stories of witches working the weather to destroy crops, sink ships, and cause havoc spread. More tales of a Man in Black appearing to future-witches and witches alike began to run rampant. John Fian, a male witch, was famed for his botched love spell, teaching witchcraft, harshly bewitching people whom he didn’t like, and attempting to sink the fleet of King James VI with a storm. Much of Scotland’s witchcraft was influenced by Gaelic legend and myth. Scotland’s witchery was not Gaelic alone, however. Norse invaders came and brought their magic with them. In Orkney, a Scottish Isle filled with witch history, the Vikings came often. Their language and culture mingled with the Scots’. Soon, cunning women were referred to as Spae Wives. The word Spae comes from the Old Norse spá,which means ‘prophesize’. These spae wives told fortunes, created charms, and protected against foul magical play. The witches of Scotland, however, proved a match for them. They killed cattle, cursed babies, and brought general havoc with them.
Historical Irish witchcraft is perhaps the most difficult to find out of all the Celtic regions, and this is for a few different reasons. The first being that many lineages of Wicca have taken Irish mythology and applied it to the Gardnerian influenced witchcraft that they have. Many times when the word ‘Celtic Witchcraft’ or “Celtic Wicca’ comes up, this is what is being referred to. The second reason that it’s difficult to find is because the witch trials in Ireland are few and far between. The trials barely touched Ireland, amounting to a whopping 4 trials. The generally accepted reason for this is that Ireland was extraordinarily lax with its witchcraft laws. Most times, using witchcraft against another person’s possessions or livestock resulted in prison time. Only by harming another magically would a witch be executed. Interestingly, many people took this as a sign that Irish witches were generally less severe than their other Celtic counterparts. Florence Newton, the famed witch of Youghal, put the assumption to rest. When a woman refused to give her any food, she kissed her on the street. The woman became extremely ill and began to see visions of Florence pricking her with pins and needles. Florence also kissed the hand of a man in jail. He became very ill, cried out her name, and died. In a Northern Ireland trial, eight women were accused of causing horrific visions and poltergeists in the home of a woman. The ability to create illusions is a trait attributed to fairies in Gaelic myth. Those fairies are said to have taught the witches their skills in both Ireland and Scotland. Irish witches were said to turn themselves into animals, especially hares and crows, to spy on their neighbors. They would also place spells on those whom they wish in their animal form. They were also said to have used bundles of yarrow and branches of elder to fly. These sticks they flew upon, before brooms, were known as ‘horses’. They were said to fly up out of the chimney of their own homes. A tale of witches using red caps to fly also appears in Irish lore. This is another example of their strong ties to the fairies. The similarity between Irish and Scottish witchery has been noted, as they both have strong ties to Gaelic lore.
Witchcraft from the Celtic lands is a complex and unique thing, changing between each of the six nations. To lump them under a single title would be to lose the subtleties and differences between each. Saying that Irish witchcraft and Welsh witchcraft are the same is a fool’s lie. Saying that they are similar is true. Shapeshifting, flying, fairies, storms, and charms are found in each. But they are different. It isn’t a bad thing when the myths of these lands are paired with Wicca or Wiccan influenced witchcraft. However, the historical practices from those places mustn’t be overwritten.
Let’s talk for a bit, because I’ve known about this for a while and I think now’s a good time to explain how I feel about using music not originally written for OC’s. This might be a lengthy read, because it’s personal. This vid was one of the first to use Tokyovania as Ink Sans’ theme.
I absolutely love when music can be associated with a character. I think it’s magical when a track makes you think of something you love or enjoy, and I love seeing messages or comments that I track I wrote would fit someone’s OC, because it feels special. Originally, this video was meant to be a tribute, with my track as the proposed theme, and I didn’t worry about it. After all, I didn’t write Tokyovania for Ink Sans, I wrote it for personal reasons, and I was sure most would understand that.
After a few months, it started to catch on for some reason that this indeed was written for him. A few other tribute vids were posted, and my name was nowhere to been seen as the artist of the track. On some videos, the name was also changed to Inklovania. The “Tokyo” was just erased, on a song containing the melody of “Tokyo Teddy Bear”, an incredibly special track I adored in 2014-2015.
Back then I was in high school. It was me against the world, and I had two friends. Things became rough around September in 2015, and I’ll keep the events hidden because they’re not something I need a reminder of. By December I was alone, and I had nowhere to turn but to music. I walled myself off and focused on composing, and being quietly alone all the time eventually led to the idea of Undertronic.
It was around this time that I decided to compose a remix of Tokyo Teddy Bear, as it’s a song I associate with wishing I could be anywhere else when things aren’t great. Seeing as I was also remixing Undertale at the time, I thought I’d combine it with another track, as a particular character was also in the same situation as I was, in terms of emotion.
In short, it was a special little remix to me and it would stay that way until Ink Sans became involved. Like I mentioned, I love when others use my music for OC’s, but I started to realize there was something wrong when I was accused of stealing this theme from Ink Sans, that it solely belonged to him, that I didn’t write it and I was a terrible person.
And the list goes on and was almost constant. To many, I’ve been disregarded as the artist of the track because “It doesn’t matter who wrote it,” and nothing hurts more to a musical artist than having a personal song be taken, even accidentally, from you and it suddenly becomes something else. The meaning behind the song no longer matters, and no matter what I do, this song will always be known as his theme.
It feels like a inconceivable back-stab knowing that literally millions believe this is his theme. I don’t even want to know how many would believe I stole the track from an OC, as if an actual artist doesn’t exist and the track magically created itself. Months went by, then a year went by, and I was very bitter about this track and the accusations I kept receiving. Finally I decided to write a response, and this response was “Tokyovania Control.”
I wrote in the description that I didn’t like the old Tokyovania. This is only partially true. I loved it for what it represented to me, I hated it for how I was being treated because of it.
If you may have noticed, I included new lyrics for Tokyovania Control. It was a slightly hidden, but direct message to how I felt, and it started at 0:53. Breakdown of the meaning is in the brackets.
How’d I get this feeling? [How’d it come to this?] I am running from this beauty, [I am running from Tokyovania.] Misunderstood or [It’s been misunderstood what the track is about.] Whom it’s made for? [Who was the track made for? Even I’m not sure now.] There’s no purpose, [The song has lost its original meaning.] Words are worthless. [Explaining/arguing won’t do anything.] Well, it’s still charming. [I still adore the track though. It was special to me.] I’d say “Sorry.” [Sorry, it was my mistake to let harsh words harm me.] “My mistake to let it harm me.” “Pardon my writing.” [Pardon my music, I’m sorry I got in your way, I should be thankful that this track is loved right? Indeed I am selfish for believing my name should be next to Tokyovania.] Though it hurts, it still sounds special taken from me, “Heh, oh well.” [Though it hurts, Tokyovania still sounds special taken from me. There’s nothing I can do now, so oh well.]
It was hidden well, and I didn’t expect anyone to catch on. And I was right, no one figured out why these lyrics were added or what they meant.
So no, I still don’t mind when a track I write is used for an OC’s theme. I only mind when I become non-existent as the producer, because “Who cares who wrote it, just enjoy the music.” I also mind when I am repeatedly told my work doesn’t belong to me, and I’m a horrible person for stealing a theme that belongs to an OC.
It’s one of the reasons I tend to include signature melodies in my music now. I don’t want to be forgotten or disassociated with my work. I don’t want to be told I don’t deserve to be the artist. Is it annoying? To some it is, but it’s a hell of a lot better than going through another Tokyovania situation. Having a track recognized by millions as an OC’s theme scares me much more than having someone simply steal the track, and nothing is worse to a musician than being repeatedly told my work doesn’t belong to me anymore, it belongs to an OC, and I’m scum for thinking otherwise.
I suppose what I’m trying to say, is be careful when you decide to pick songs to represent OC’s or AU’s. You may think no harm will be done, but it’s impossible to tell if something will take off. I don’t think this has ever been discussed before. I haven’t seen any musicians write about this, or share their thoughts. But I am friends with many of the Undertale remixers, and it’s sad to see that this has also been happening to one of my best friends Kamex with his “Your Best Friend” remix:
His music is gorgeous. He’s so kind & doesn’t deserve to be treated this way. If the remix is titled “Undertale Remix”, that does not mean it is an AU Remix. It is a remix for Undertale. But because this theme was used in an AU theme compilation video, the track apparently belongs to Underfresh. Again, no artist apparently exists and track magically created itself. Even worse, he feels he needs to prove it, so far as to say he has the project files if he needs to show it. To some, he’s not even respected as the producer. If you understand how I feel with Tokyovania, you can imagine how he feels as well.
Even Inktale’s creator recognizes Tokyovania as a theme for Ink, though it’s probably accidental.
Which makes me feel even more guilty, because I hate bringing people down. And knowing this wasn’t written for the AU will probably be a disappointing let-down.
So that’s about it, I thought I might as well share my thoughts, now that it’s almost been a year since this has been going on.
On another note, I’ve been working on something for Dusttale and Outertale. The Dusttale track will probably be the next vid, I dunno.
[Edit: I took a look to see if there were any comments marked as held for review, and the first one I find is-]
Requested by anon: “Can I request a shiro x reader soulmate au where they get their first words said to each other on their wrist but shiro doesn’t have one so he grows up thinking he doesn’t have a soulmate but he meets this girl in a diner and says something and she just goes wide eyed and turns out she had those words but she’s mute so that’s why he didn’t have any? And just kinda sad then v v fluffy? Thank you in advance if you choose this 😭💗 -🐞“
A/N: I really love this idea! I’ve been looking forward to writing it!!
Soulmates. Something everyone was supposed to have. Their perfect match, their other half. The person created specifically for them. Something Shiro longed for, but knew he’d never find.
You see, you find your soulmate when their first words said to you match the ones inscribed on your wrist. Everyone had some sort of inscription, whether it a regular phrase or some strange sentence.
It was something Shiro lacked. Born with out a single word delicately written on his wrist in the most beautiful cursive.
Honestly, all of his friends felt terrible about it. Even feeling guilty when they met their own soulmate. Everyone had found theirs: Keith, Lance, Hunk, Pidge, Matt, Allura, Coran. Everyone had their soulmate by their side, each a match made in heaven.
You’d think after everything they all sacrificed. Especially Shiro, the universe would cut him a break. They always tried to get him away, trying to keep his mind off it. But it didn’t help that their soulmates always were around, serving as a reminder to Shiro’s blank wrist.
Having taken Shiro out this night, he sat at the bar alone. Of course a lot of people didn’t end up with their soulmates. Some refused to believe in it, or lost them in some unforeseen tragedy. It wasn’t like Shiro didn’t have a chance to meet someone, but it wouldn’t be the same.
And, no one really had heard of a person with no inscription whatsoever.
A sigh escaped his lips as he used his metal prosthetic to fiddle with the bottle in front of him. “What’s got you down?” The bartender asked standing in front of him.
Shiro looked up to see a tall woman, “Nothing just hungry, can I get my bill?”
The bartender nodded before getting it from the register. Shiro pulled out enough to pay the bill and a tip before making his leave. Not telling the others who were enjoying themselves.
He shoved his hands in his coat pockets as he walked under the street lamps. The neon lights of an old 80s themed diner catching his attention.
‘Well I am hungry’ he thought before pushing the door open. A bell dinging to alert the workers of his presence. There were a few tables in the diner but none at the counter. Deciding to sit there since he was on his own.
After sitting he saw a beautiful young woman, around his age, come from in the kitchen. You smiled kindly at him and waved, not uttering a word.
Though he noticed how your eyes land on his arm. He smiled, “Yeah I know, strange prosthetic right?” chuckling as he lifted his arm in the air.
He noticed as your eyes widen and stare at him. Raising an eyebrow he asked, “Is something the matter?” concern laced in his tone.
Quickly shaking your head, you set down your pen and pad before pulling your sleeve up to reveal cursive writing on your wrist, matching the words he just effortlessly spoke. Smiling while showing it to him.
Shiro was awestruck upon reading the beautiful lettering. “I don’t understand, why don’t I have an inscription? If you’re my soulmate then…?” He trailed off, feeling both giddy and confused.
Your smile faded upon the question. You pointed to your throat before shaking your head. Tilting his head in confusion before coming to the realization, “You’re mute?” It being both a question and a statement.
You nodded, a frown on your lips.
“Hey don’t feel bad. I know what it’s like to have a disability” gesturing to his arm once more. Making your feel a bit more comforted.
“Just one question, how do you normally communicate? Sign language?”
You nodded, eagerly sighing ‘Do you know it?’ Hope in your heart.
“I’m sorry I don’t know what you just signed, but I’m willing to learn it. You are my soulmate after all.” He smiled. It was gorgeous, making blood rush to your cheeks.
“I’m Takashi Shirogane, but normally I go by Shiro” he offered you a hand. Shaking it before quickly scribbling down on your notepad.
“Nice to finally meet you, I’m [F/n] [L/n]” it read, he found your handwriting beautiful. Almost like it reflected what your voice would sound like.
“[F/n], it’s a beautiful name.” Seeing a blush spread across the scar on his nose. You wondered what it could be from. “Well, [F/n], would you like to go get something to eat sometime?” He wore the same gorgeous smile.
Sheepishly you smiled as well, before looking down to hide your blush. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before nodding. Quickly writing down, “I’d love to”
Once, in my father’s bookshop, I heard a regular customer say that few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart. Those first images, the echo of words we think we have left behind, accompany us throughout our lives and sculpt a palace in our memory to which, sooner or later—no matter how many books we read, how many worlds we discover, or how much we learn or forget—we will return.
coltonlhaynes: Since it’s technically @jeffleatham ’s birthday in Paris right now (his actual bday here is tmrw the 7th 😍)…I’m celebrating him by sharing a little story of how we met…at this very spot :) Jeff & I were supposed to meet 4 yrs ago through a set up date from our dear friend @valvogt . I wasn’t in a very good place at the time & we lived in different places so we both decided not to meet (but we did do a little bit of internet stalking and I loved what I saw :)…flash to yrs later when we happened to randomly run into eachother at the airport lounge in Paris where Jeff hit me with his bag & said “Hey punk…aren’t you Colton?” & after 10 seconds of literal love at first mtg…I responded “Hi Jeff” and couldn’t find words to say cause I was dumbstruck. So after he physically accosted me lol he then carried my bags to the plane where we sat just 3 rows away from eachother. After passing post it notes back and forth & sending Champagne love letters…Jeff asked me to come cuddle with him on the plane & from that day on…my life has forever been changed. There aren’t words to express how kind, loving, beautiful, & talented this man is & im so lucky to get to spend not just his birthday with him…but also life with him. Ur my rock. I love you. Happy Birthday boo bah ✈️🏝🎉🎁🎈 [x]
Request: aa can you do a soulmate
au with archie wherein all you see is black and white until you touch your
soulmate? like he bumps into you in the hallway or something and color just
blooms before your eyes?? i dunno of that makes sense or not but your writing
it great!! <3
Summary: (a Soulmate!AU) [In a black
and white world where you find your soulmate when you touch for the first time.
After your skin touches theirs, the two people can see each other in color,
later on expanding into seeing the whole world in color.] Y/n has just moved to
Riverdale and is starting her first day at Riverdale High. Will today be the
day where she’ll find the one she’s been looking for?
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of all lmao the summary I just wrote for this was so cheesy I apologize. I had
fun writing this so I hope you have fun reading it but if not sorry I suck. I’m
posting it without editing it so if you see any mistakes I promise I’ll fix
them tomorrow I’m just currently being lazy. Don’t forget to request!
You heard it happened to another
girl from your old school last week. She’d been visiting family in another town
when it happened. You heard it happened like some sort of rom-com. Apparently, she’d
dropped her wallet and he’d tapped on her shoulder to return it to her. She
turned and saw him, like actually saw him, in color. You’d heard it a billion
times. When you touch the right person for the first time, you finally start to
see in color. At first, it’s just them you see in color, everything else stays
black and white, but after a while you can see everything. Something in you
goes right with something in them and the rest is history.
It was hard to even conceptualize.
You’d lived your whole life seeing black and white, what did it even mean to
see in color. They compared it to The
Wizard of Oz, like seeing in Technicolor. Before you touch them is like
Dorothy in Kansas, but after was like when she went over the rainbow to Munchkinland.
People who could see it had tried to explain it to you many times before, but
they always ended up saying it was impossible to explain to someone who
couldn’t see it; you’d see one day. But what if you didn’t? There were people
who lived their whole lives and dies still seeing black and white. Maybe you
would be one of those people.
You felt stupid even thinking about
it. You were only in high school after all. There were people who didn’t see
their person until they were 30, people who didn’t see their person until they
were 60! Why were you so anxious?
You knew you didn’t need
another person to survive or anything, you could take care of yourself. It’s
just the thought of spending your whole life by yourself sounded pretty
unappetizing. Even though so many people hadn’t found their person yet you
couldn’t help the feeling like you were late. You knew a couple that had seen
each other since second grade. You were patient, but you just wanted to know
what you were missing.
Your first day at a new school.
You’d moved into your new house in Riverdale a couple days ago, and it seemed
like a nice town. All the people you’d met seemed welcoming enough and your
room was bigger than in your old house. You hadn’t moved here to find your
person or anything, your mom’s job had a great opportunity here for her, but
you thought maybe this would be that place where it would happen. You didn’t
want to get your hopes up… but what if?
You pulled up into a spot on the
far side of the parking lot at Riverdale High. You took a deep breath before
ripping the band-aid off and opening the car door, making you way toward the
entrance. Various other students were laughing and talking with their friends. To
say you were nervous would be to say that Mount Everest was a bit of a hike: a
huge understatement. It was the first day back from summer, but you’d never
been the new kid before. You didn’t know a soul.
You’d been to the office once
before over the weekend to register for classes so you found your way there
relatively easily once you got inside. You walked into the bustling office and tried
to avoid getting hit by a receptionist who at that speed could have easily
passed for a linebacker. You hesitantly approached a woman behind a desk who
looked busy, but at least noticeably less busy than everyone else. She was typing
up something with a level of ferocity that had to be breaking some sort of
record. You waited uncomfortably for her to finish what she was doing and
notice you standing in front of her. Was she going to finish?
After half a minute and a few final
loud smacks on her keyboard, she pushed up her glasses and looked up at you
with a weary but genuine smile. “Can I help you with something, honey?”
“Oh, yeah,” you said fumbling
through the front pocket of your backpack for the right paper. “Here it is.”
You slid the paper to her with your name and information they had given you
when you’d registered. “I’m new.”
Her eyes scanned the paper and she
turned to grab something from behind the desk. She turned back to you and
passed a piece of paper to you. “So, this is your schedule. The school is a bit
of a maze so let me see if I can find someone…” She looked around the office
and her eyes landed on someone. “Aha!” You followed her line of sight and saw a
boy with his arms full of books walking toward the door. You strained your neck
to see his face but he was turned away. “Mr.
Andrews?!” The boy stopped in his tracks and swiveled around in search for the
source of his name. Whoa. The receptionist waved him over and he made his way
over to you.
You had tried your whole life not
to think about the boys you met too much so you wouldn’t get too attached to
them only for them to see someone else. But boy, oh boy, he was kind of a babe.
“Mr. Andrews, she doesn’t know her
way around the school yet; Could you show her to her to her first class?”
He glanced quickly at you then back
to the receptionist, “Oh, yeah. No problem!”
You smiled graciously at the
receptionist and she turned back to her work.
“So we’re going to…” He looked over
the schedule and mumbled to himself. “Ah, cool.” He looked up at you and
smiled. “That’s not far at all.” You could feel your heart flutter. He started
walking down the hall way and you stayed by his side, a couple inches away. “I
would shake your hand but I don’t really have a free one at the moment,” he
said nodding down to the comically large pile of books he was carrying. “I’m
not trying to be rude, I promise.”
“No, don’t even worry about it.” You
replied. Secretly though, you were kind of upset you couldn’t shake his hand.
You wanted to touch him for a second, just to rule him out as your person. Now
you were going to be thinking about him all day.
“So, are you a freshman? Or just
new?” he asked while maneuvering through the populated hallway.
“Just new. My mom got a promotion
so we moved to Riverdale last week. I’m actually a sophomore.” You explained.
You had a feeling you would have to be telling this story pretty frequently in
the near future.
“Oh, hey, cool! I’m a sophomore
too! Maybe we’ll have classed together and stuff.” He said with a hint of excitement.
You didn’t even know why you were getting your hopes up. For all you know he
had already seen his person.
“I hope so. So far you’re the only
person I’ve met at this school. It would be nice to have a familiar face in a
class or two.” You tried to keep the sound of desperation in your voice to a
He stopped in front of a classroom
on the right side of the hallway, “Well, here we are.”
You didn’t want to leave yet, but
you knew you had to. “Thank you so much for helping me out, by the way.
He smiled and turned to face you,
backing away in the opposite direction “Yeah, maybe I’ll see you around later?”
It only hit you then that you didn’t know his first name. And he didn’t know
your name either. You opened your mouth to speak, some guy rammed into him,
knocking down all his books and making him fall right onto you.
The guy looked at the pile up he’d
caused, “Oh, sorry dude,” and walked away.
“I’m so sorry,” he said lifting
himself off you and turning to pick up his books without looking at you.
You looked down at your backpack and
fixed everything that was misplaced. “It wasn’t your fault,” you comforted
without looking up. “It was that stupid guy, he came out of nowhere.”
It was then that you looked up at
him, and it happened. You could see him. You, quite literally, could not
believe your eyes. You could see the way he really looked, with all the colors
that belonged to him. He looked even more beautiful that you had thought. His
hair was bright – you didn’t know what everyone else’s hair looked like, or
what color to call his, but you knew it was special. You could see the blush in
his cheeks as he fumbled with his books, you hadn’t known what blushing really
looked like. You could see him, and for now, only him.
He still hadn’t looked up from the
books. An overwhelming feeling of fear washed over you. What if he didn’t see
you in color back? That happened sometimes. What if it happened to you? You looked
at him and you wanted to say something, to ask him, but nothing could come out.
“Hey,” he said, “I just realized
that I never got to ask you–” He glanced up and you and back down before he knew
what he had seen. He froze, calculating in his head. He slowly turned his head
up to face you. He didn’t say anything, he just looked at you and for a while,
you just looked back.
You broke the silence, “Can, can
you see me? In color?”
He nodded his head yes but remained
silent. You could see his eyes scanning all over you, looking like it was the
first time he had his eyes, because it kind of was.
With wide eyes he darted his to
yours, realizing, “What did you say your name was?”
“I didn’t,” you laughed lightly.
“Well can you? Please?” He laughed
“Y/n,” he said more to himself than
to you, like he was feeling how it felt on him. “I’m Archie.”
“It’s a real pleasure to meet you
“I guess so,” You were in as much
shock as he was. This was definitely not how you had expected your first day at
Riverdale High to start, but you certainly weren’t complaining.
“Do you want to get out of here? We
can talk and stuff,” he asked standing up.
“There is nothing more I want in
the world.” You reached out your hand and he pulled you up. You walked right
out the school and onto the street abandoning all the papers and books. You had
more important things to do. You were finally seeing in Technicolor.
SEVENTEEN when you share their bed after a nightmare
He would remain calm on the outside, politely letting you lie next to him. However, panicked and messy thoughts would actually be encompassing his brain, and his heart would be beating faster and heavier every time you inched closer to his side of the bed.
He’d find it so cute that you came to his dorm in the middle of the night, and so for a while he wouldn’t be able to look at you without bursting into naturally-occurring nervous laughter. Of course, he would secretly be ecstatic that you chose him.
This little baby really wouldn’t know what to do at first. He’d have trouble finding the words to answer your cute descriptions of your nightmare, and would instead resort to wrapping his arms around you tightly, teddy-bear-like, and telling you softly that everything was gonna be okay.
This boy ain’t playing no games. The moment you slid into his bed, his male testosterone would kick in, and you’d have no escape. It would begin with him wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you every so slowly towards him, so eventually your back would be pressed against his chest.
I gotta say, Mingyu would also be feeling the tension heat up in that bed. It would take longer for him to make the first move, but it would happen, sure enough. He’d stroke your hair a little awkwardly, and move on to placing comforting kisses on top of your forehead.
Naturally, Hoshi would be super nervous about having a girl he’d had a crush on for so long visit his dorm room. He’d start questioning you frantically, asking you if someone had dared you to come, or you were faking the nightmare. Eventually, he’d calm down, and agree to let you slide into bed with him.
He’d definitely be feeling pretty awkward about it, but agree almost immediately. He’d stay up with you until ungodly hours, waiting for you to calm down and sleep again. He’d make sure you got most of the blanket, and the softer pillow, too~
It wouldn’t be a big surprise to him to see you enter his dorm room in the middle of the night. Without a word, he’d let you climb into bed with him, taking your shaking hands in his own and kissing them softly, all the while holding you tight against him, his heat radiating onto your skin.
He’d be insanely awkward and hesitant about it at first, paranoid about what people would think if they heard that the two of you spent the night together after you claimed to have a nightmare. He would settle down quickly though, understanding your situation and inviting you to lie next to him.
He’d have no problem at all, but would instead be worried about what he should say or do. He’d go buy you a hot drink in the middle of the night to relax you, and let you stay under the duvets for as long as you needed, still in shock from the fact that his crush had chosen to visit him~
He’d take the opportunity of you being scared to tease you for a while, just sitting back and enjoying your cute face whining at him and pouting. He’d smirk a little, and then pull the covers up without a word, inviting you to join him underneath, in the almost pitch-black room.
You will have definitely woken him up from a really nice, deep sleep, so he may appear a little unresponsive when you come up to him, whimpering about your nightmare. In order to keep you quiet to maintain his restful state, he’d place your head against his chest and lull you to sleep like a baby, stroking your back.
He’d be so flattered that you’d come to his room, especially as you were his hardcore secret crush and all. He’d give you all the space you wanted, and would stay up to talk to and comfort you until whenever you so desired, eventually dropping off to sleep, his hand mid-stroking your hair.
In a world where you carry the first words your soulmate
will ever say to you on your arm, some people are luckier than others.
If your soulmate’s first words to you are something like “Get
your no-maj ass back here, you dirty rat!” it’s fairly easy to find your
soulmate. That particular combination is unlikely to come up often in everyday
When your words are “Oh… so sorry” it’s a bit of a different
story. Tina hears these words almost daily. Once, she’d reacted every time she’d
heard them, old enough to know what the scribbled writing on her arm meant. She’d
scrutinized every person, but their words hadn’t matched, or they’d simply been
wrong, very definitely not hers. Now
she doesn’t even react when she hears them, other than with a glare,
considering it’s usually after someone’s bumped into her.
Newt never put much stock in his words. “Who are you?” is a
very common phrase after all, and worse, it’s the very first thing people ask.
He gave up early on finding his soulmate that way. If he finds them, it’ll be
because he loves them. Because they attract him on a deep level. He intends his
relationship with his soulmate to be built on words and actions far more
substantive than “who are you?”
Jacob has dreamed of the voice that would say “you need to
sit down, honey,” from the moment he could read what they said. Some days it’s
sultry, others, melodic. Usually they have American accents, but while he’s
abroad for the war, others creep into his dreams: British, French, Italian. Yet
when he gets home, he starts thinking about American ones again—sophisticated,
and just a little airy—but they never sound quite right in his head.
Queenie doesn’t worry about her words. “You know how to read
minds?” means she’ll probably speak first, and she likes to imagine the words
being said with awe. Her soulmate will be kind she thinks, a Pukwudgie like
her. Tina needs a fellow Thunderbird—all that adventure—but Queenie wants
someone willing to settle down. Adventure is all well and good, but there’s
something to be said for routines and homes that smell of fresh strudel.