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HAPPY BIRTHDAY QUEEN LOVE YOU SOFIA 🧡💚🧡💚🧡💚 @fatescattered

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When we were little, you and others looked at boys and got butterflies, like with Harry Hamilton. Well, for me, I know I should have had butterflies about Harry Hamilton. That's what's normal. But I never did. I have those feelings about girls.

The Buccaneers - Wedding of the Season (TV Episode 2023)

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— Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous

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LIZZY ELMSWORTH The Buccaneers, 2.03

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the rest of the guests are long gone by now. the family had left to meet daniel, and even the residents of the dreaming had returned to their homes. lucienne knows she should do the same, with the exhaustion of such a long day seeping into her bones -- but she finds herself lingering in the funeral hall, unable to let go.

thankfully, she's not the only one. hob keeps her company, and they both pretend it's only out of kindness to the other, and not a lifeline they hold onto with everything they have. as soon as they part ways, they must go back to their lives without him. lucienne can't bring herself to do that just yet.

"here you go." she gently sets down a cup of tea for each of them, before taking a seat across from hob. not long ago, she would have dreaded doing such mundane tasks, thinking them reductive of her capabilities. now, she'd give everything to hear lord morpheus ask her to prepare a room for a guest or to check on the residents.

"i don't usually prepare tea for humans," lucienne ventures a joke to lighten the mood, her smile not quite reaching her eyes. "hopefully it's to your liking."

@forgaeven liked for a test muse

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more new avengers wheaties, anyone?

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adding the muse list here so it's easier:

gwen stacy (spiderverse)

maysilee donner (the hunger games)

lizzy elmsworth (the buccaneers)

caitlyn kiramman (arcane)

nuala of the faerie (the sandman)

lucienne (the sandman)

glinda upland (wicked)

i wanna get into writing more of my test muses to figure out whether to keep them, so give this a like for a starter from one of them? please specify which muse, otherwise i will pick one at random!

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i wanna get into writing more of my test muses to figure out whether to keep them, so give this a like for a starter from one of them? please specify which muse, otherwise i will pick one at random!

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AUBRI IBRAG as LIZZY ELMSWORTH THE BUCCANEERS | 1.05, Failed Betrayal

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marina fights the impulse to reach for her bag, a natural reaction to seeing the blade she'd been carrying for so long in the hands of another. how did she get a hold of it? marina has no real use for the weapon, but it could sell for a hefty sum if she played her cards right.

"from an enemy - his body, anyway," she replies in a cool tone, though unsure if she's succeeding in appearing assertive. marina holds out her hand, a brow quirking upwards. "it's dangerous if you don't know how to use it. it's better if i keep it hidden."

from: starter call. featuring: marina + luna. setting: luna visits the lower world, befriending marina perhaps!

luna twirls the knife between her fingers, its dainty blade spinning between slender digits. though she doesn't favor such styles of weaponry, she's needed to grow accustomed to whatever could be at hand. plus, being the head of her island's militant unit demanded expertise outside of her own comforts.

"this is a beautiful blade, @fatescattered ! where did you find this one ? was it a gift ? did you take it from an enemy ? it's easy to handle, light but sharp."

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"dally," she repeated the name with a nod. dawn wouldn't normally jump straight to a nickname, but he had brought it up. right now, she was desperate for a way to connect with dallas, so maybe this could be a small step in that direction.

it was quick, blink and you miss it, but she did notice the genuine surprise on his face. it was gone in the next instant, with dallas promptly putting up his walls again. nothing that he said was absurd - those in power did tend to abuse it, leaving people like dallas to take the fall. dawn had seen it countless times, and while it did shake her more than she'd like to admit, it also made her resolve grow stronger.

"i like a challenge." she smiled in the face of his skepticism, determined not to let the negative words get to her. "i know it may not feel like it, after the law has failed you so many times, but i think we have a real shot here." dawn leaned closer, eyes locked on his. "reputation doesn't matter in the face of evidence. i'm not going to give up on you - can you do the same for me? trust that i can get you out of this?"

dally only rolled his eyes when she replied, and asked him what he preferred to be called. it was funny, of all the people to ask him that, he wouldn't have thought it was a lawyer (especially one who genuinely seemed like she wanted to help him). "dallas, dally, whatever." he replied with a shrug of his shoulders.

this time, her words catch him off guard. mostly because he doesn't think he's ever heard that from someone who wasn't a fellow greaser before. and especially since most lawyers would deem him a lost cause and letting the corrupt system put him in jail for crimes he didn't commit only because he lived on the other side of the town.

"it don't matter if you believe in me or not, they'll still come after me because they know they can. my reputation is well-known around here. even the cops know me by name and ain't surprised if i end up at the station every other week for somethin',"

dally wasn't actually trying to be mean. maybe his words came off that way because he was agitated over the whole situation. it wasn't like this hasn't happened before. dally had taken the wrap for some many things that wasn't his doing. and he was just so used to letting it all fall onto him, he stopped seeing any hope in any way out of this.

"look, miss, i know you wanna help me, dunno why, but ya' do. but you need to know this is a fight you ain't gonna win. not with me as your client. so you're better off findin' someone else who you can actually help. don't waste your time." on me, waz what he thought to himself, but didn't say it, it was definitely implied.

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a little scattered by a bitter fate.

#fatescattered. independent multimuse blog, featuring canon and original characters from a variety of fandoms. penned by sofia.

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when mira goes in for the kiss, she doesn't give herself time to think. it's all impulse, giving into emotions she's worked hard to keep in check for weeks, months now. she didn't want to cross that line with zoey and risk losing her, but in that moment, with the way their gazes seemed the linger, how softly zoey had offered those encouraging words... she couldn't stop herself.

the moment she feels zoey pulling away, mira freezes. her eyes desperately search for a semblance of reassurance, a sign that she didn't fuck everything up completely -- but it's clear as day on zoey's face, how shocked she is, breathing hard and struggling to come up with something to say in return.

her heart sinks and mira immediately takes a step back, forcing more distance between the two. she can't even look at zoey, too afraid to face her, and her eyes remain glued to her feet instead.

"sorry," she blurts out, balling her hands into fists. her nails dig deep into her palms, but the sting doesn't even come close to the tighteness in her chest. "i shouldn't have-- i'm sorry. just forget it."

the kiss is— soft, gentle. with the hint of the latest lip gloss zoey knows @fatescattered had just recently bought, the one she hadn't had the opportunity to ask to try yet even though the scent had been sooo enticing so far, except, you know, she didn't think this was how she'd get to sample it ! and by all means, it ... it isn't like the kiss is bad. in fact, it's—kinda nice, actually. and zoey sorta finds herself with her eyes nearly closed from the sensation, except—

she pushes, hoping it comes off as gentle, around the shape of mira's shoulders. zoey's own eyes are wide from shock, her chest inflates and deflates quickly from each deep breath she's taking as she— as she tries to process what'd just happened, and how— how she should address this before— before she ruined it. she didn't— when she said, anyone would be lucky to be loved by you, just a second ago, she didn't think ... she'd never known mira would have taken it this way. she never knew mira had thought of her this way ! this is all so—

so new.

❛⠀mira, i didn't— ❜ the words halts itself in her mouth.

from the shipping call ♡

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writing lydia in op verse is so strange bc i almost feel like she's ooc at times - but no that's how she actually is without the constant fear and anxiety and imposter syndrome she has in canon. i think her dad would still be a big deal in this verse, but since he's not iron man, lydia tries to make him proud by following in his footsteps and working hard as a shipwright - something she's perfectly happy doing and that doesn't make her constantly question herself bc she's confident in her work. lowkey she's her most genuine self in this verse bc she's not afraid to just be herself for once

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"lucky," lydia remarks, making a face for theatrics. in truth, she knows luck has nothing to do with it. iselda's incredibly skilled and hardworking - lydia can spot the sweat beads on her forehead, her arm. she has no doubt that iselda having an easier time with the work is all her own merit.

"obviously. i'd never hear the end of it if i forgot - it's already in the bag." over time, they had fallen into a comfortable rhythm working together. even if they bickered half the time or spent entire days on opposites end of the dock, lost in their respective tasks, iselda had become a constant presence in her life. lydia had gotten used to this routine, the little quirks and habits she committed to memory without realizing.

she leans against iselda's workbench, taking out her own sandwich from her bag and quickly taking a bite. "it's looking good." lydia bobs her head towards the unfinished pieces. "what color will it be?"

it's almost mindless this part: buffing out the wood to prepare for paint. her shoulder aches--- has been aching for the past few hours, but she pushes through it, determined to get at least this portion done before they're forced off the docks.

sweat beads and drops, either against her arm or on the ground below. but, her face is drawn together in focus, mind elsewhere, thinking of everything and nothing at all. but, lydia breaks through the focus, arriving with food that iselda can smell through the paper bag.

it's easy to forego food once you got into the groove, even if iceburg constantly reminds them to take their breaks, not to overwork themselves. he's a good man, genuine and attentive to the needs of his workers. learning from her own mistakes, she always has a couple snacks tucked away into her coverall pockets, and once she felt that pang of hunger, very little could keep her from seeking out a bite to eat. still, she's grateful.

"not doing too shabby." iselda sets her tools down and wipes her hands down on a cloth, hung on the belt around her waist. "smells good. ---tell me you got me a meatball sandwich. the one with the red sauce?"

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he frowns at her nonchalance, unamused even though he really should've expected this. if usopp was looking to be reassured or even share his experience with someone who could relate, robin was not the best person to go to. if only nami and chopper were here, they'd agree with how objectively creepy this place was.

his mouth opens, ready with a complaint counterpoint -- but before usopp can get anything out, something grabs hold of his ankle. he screams without reservation, whereas he had been so careful not to draw unwanted attention up until now, and in an instant he's on the ground, shaking his leg in a frenzy. "get it off! get it off!!!"

reaching for his slingshot doesn't even cross his mind, too frightened to think straight. he looks at robin to ask for help... and then realizes what's really happening. his eyes drop to the hand still holding onto his ankle, and upon closer inspection, it looks very familiar.

"seriously?? robin, that was a cruel joke!" usopp huffs, embarrassed as he gives robin's arm another shake, this time more decidedly. "i wasn't scared anyway. you just caught me off guard, is all."

robin is so fond of usopp. he's like the perfect little brother; sweet and funny and easy to tease. being able to be silly and mischievous with her crew mates had healed more in her than she could ever hope to articulate. though at times it came at the expense of poor usopp's heart rate. she might scare him to death if she's not careful.

she looks at him with an amused chuckle, patting the top of his head as she walks. she is calm, unafraid of things that might startle or unsettle normal people. she'd never let anything actually hurt usopp ever, of course, but that doesn't mean she can't have a little fun. ' oh, it might be. i was reading that the last 30 adventurers that passed through this place never returned. they say sometimes you can hear their screams on the wind. ' she just made that up, setting herself up for the perfect surprise of using her devil fruit to sprout an arm up out of the ground, grabbing his ankle. ' boo ! '