#fatesalign

[htsdfferent]

❝ i'm sick and tired of being called 'mortal' like, you don't know that. neither do i. i have never died even ONCE. nothing has been proven yet. stop making assumptions. it's rude. ❞ stiles @ lydia fr

eyes blink slowly at the textbook laying open in front of her, as she listens to him. she shouldn't necessarily be surprised by his words. yet, she finds herself at a loss for words for a moment. she drags her gaze towards him, her eyebrows furrowing as she looks up at him. "how are you considered the smart one, again ?"

/ @fatesalign ; a meme i am too lazy to look for.

[riighteouspath]

@fatesalign for fleur !

icy colored hues flick across decaying skin. a vessel not made to sustain the angel inside. head is tilted slightly, as he takes a step closer to her form. “your vessel is [ . . . ] weak.” brows knit together. castiel keeps his eyes upon her. “it is not your first, either. correct ? how many humans have you burned through, fleur ?”

[fromfires]

@fatesalign for caleb !

coat, previously draped over her arm, is throw carelessly into the booth. purse is pulled from her shoulder and tossed along with her jacket. she makes no point to be small in her actions. in fact, she made herself known by the push of the door. made a point to shove it just a bit too hard, made a point to pause and bask in the attention that graced her. she slides into the booth, a half - smirk, half - smile graces her features. “howdy.” a small laugh echos behind her words, as she finds comfort in her seat. eyes glance towards a nearing waitress, her smile pulls deeper onto her face. “long island for me, thanks.” elbows leans across the table, as she leans forward, her eyes searching out his. “alright, caleb, tell me you’ve missed me, i know you have.”

[rcseadorned]

hurt sentence starters ➽ @tosaveaforest "you're lucky. you could have gotten seriously hurt." (from San Lang~)

Grit stubbornly clung to her arm, even after multiple attempts to brush it away. The minor injury was more of an annoyance than anything, yet it stung with every movement. But the true sting was more than just physical-- it was the burn of wounded pride. A Guardian, renowned for their agility amongst the trees, reduced to a clumsy spectacle in her attempt to be 'normal'.

Yet here she was, days removed from her former role, now merely a shrine keeper. Shrine keepers didn’t find themselves scrambling up trees, grappling with linen tangled in the high branches, but it was their only table cloth. Her only option had been to test her own ability against gravity. Although she had managed to retrieve the windswept linen, it now lay nearby, fluttering in the breeze as though mocking her failed attempt at graceful retrieval. Once pristine and ready to dry, it was now smeared with dirt, back to its original state.

Xiao Hua remained kneeling on the ground, recovering from her hard landing. The sudden shock had rendered her legs weak and her breath short. And to make matters worse, that boy had arrived-- an unfortunate witness to her predicament. Fantastic.

"The stupid wind took the cloth. It's our only one, I can't lose it," she replied, having gotten to her feet and shaking the dust from the bottom of her clothes.

[qvake]

ARCHETYPE QUIZ.

47% Caregiver

Friendly, sincere, and compassionate, the Caregiver finds their reward in helping others. No one could ask for a better best friend.

35% Advocate

The Advocate is the one everyone wants on their side. In the name of justice, they are not afraid to challenge authority or speak up for others.

18% Rebel

The Rebel is comfortable throwing caution to the wind—and bucking the system—if that means getting their point across.

tagged by : @barrelborne my beloved ♥ tagging : @priestbit @dollpink @myrlin @fatesaligned (ahsoka) @adaelus @valkury + anyone who wants to !

[storyteller-prince]

unprompt’d asks! ( always welcomed! )

@fatesalign​ read:

“Otouto-chan~ I got some money from your Oji-tan because you’ve been so good today!” He totally didn’t just “borrow” a little extra money from Leona in broad daylight when he was given a shopping list. Nope. “I got us a Cream Puff each shisishi~ Wanna have one with nii-san~?” Ruggie is already handing one down in a napkin. Was it a good idea to give him something sweet? Probably not but sometimes you’ve got to live a little and have a good time. (Little surprise ask 💕 If Cheka is gonna call him nii-san damn right Ruggie is using Otouto-chan in return hehehe.)

“Nii-san!” Cheka was visiting the dorms once again but even if his oji-tan wasn’t available, he knew he could cling on either Ruggie-nii-san or Jack-nii-nii. Today, it seemed to be Ruggie as he was approached by him. “What did you get?” He was a good boy and when he saw the cream puff, Cheka was so happy. 

“Thank you, nii-san~.” Taking the cream puff, he nibbled on it not caring that his face was most likely smeared all over with cream. “So yummy~!” He was a happy cub at this point. 

[fatened]

♡     starter  for:  @fatesaligned​     (  cedira  ).

❝  mm,  no.  your  form  is  sloppy.  your  stance  is  all  wrong.  ❞     harmonia  uncrosses  his  arms  and  pushes  himself  away  from  his  resting  spot;  strides  over  to  cedira  so  he  can  place  his  hands  on  hers.     ❝  you  may  be  able  to  handle  a  bow,  but  this  is  different.  remember  that  you  won’t  have  a  range  advantage,  even  with  a  lance  suited  to  your  height.  ❞     he  adjusts  cedira’s  hands  for  her,  letting  his  touch  linger  just  a  moment  before  he  pulls  away.     ❝  try  it  now.  it  might  feel  weird,  but  no  weirder  than...  whatever  it  was  you  were  trying  to  do  before.  ❞

[htsdfferent]

‘ you make it hard for me to think straight. ‘ also isaac @ scott .

@fatesalign !

he’s hovering. of course, he’s hovering. ( he’s been doing that a lot with isaac recently, hasn’t he ? ) palms press gently into the fabric of his jeans as he takes a step away from the other. a soft, feigned cough passes through his lips. “uh, sorry. i’m not trying to [ . . . ] rush you. or -- or, pressure you, you know. i -- i, just --” words stumble to pass his lips, but he stops them before they tumble into a crash. scott clears his throat again, as he brings his arms across the front of his chest. “i’m just here to help, you know. if you need it.”

[blotlcss-a]

@fatesalign​ replied:  jack rolling up the sleeves like: alright who was it point them out, after we patch you up of course

“I-I’m ok! Grimm wanted to play some Magical Shift and well.... Heh heh....”

[pendraigon-moved]

                            @fatesaligned​   ›   𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢𝔡   𝔣𝔬𝔯   𝔞   𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔯,

                       ❛   well,   you   wouldn’t   be   the   first   to   say   it.   ❜

[rcseadorned]

even more injury memes ➽ [ MELTDOWN ]  for sender to witness receiver being hurt which causes them to go into a murderous rage. (Hua Cheng) | @fates-aligned

How long had it been? Time seemed to slip by in this shadowed abyss. With no sunlight to mark the passage of hours, only the cold, unyielding stone walls and floor provided any sense of permanence. She had remained still for what felt like an eternity, perhaps because the ghouls believed her unconscious, or perhaps because every attempt to move felt like she was held down by chains.

Her robes were damp, soaked through from surface wounds she couldn’t fully assess, her fringe clinging to the side of her head-- now dry where it had been wet before. She mused darkly about how she would be stained red for days, though she knew better-- blood stains were not so straightforward. What a pitiful sight she was, both in appearance and in feeling. The lapse in her guard had allowed her to be ambushed, a mistake that left a persistent thrum at her temples from the first strike. Beyond that, her memory was blurred, filled with dark, spinning chaos, punctuated by unsettling echoes of cackling and frenzied laughter. The ghouls, or whatever unholy creatures had taken her, had apparently thought themselves fortunate to find such an easy prey.

Their intentions were likely to tenderize her further, to break her spirit as they had before, when she had fought fiercely against her capture. At least one of her tormentors bora hoof print imprinted squarely on his eye. Calling for help was futile; the woods were so twisted and saturated with spiritual energy that it rendered any attempts at communication muddled and ineffective. In retrospect, she regretted not setting up a private connection, a lapse she mentally chided herself for, if only she had the energy for such thoughts.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the gruff approach of footsteps. Rough hands seized her, lifting her to her feet with a firm grip on her upper arm. One of the larger ghouls, his voice gruff with a hint of eagerness, informed her that they were ready for her. A reflexive groan escaped her lips as she was pulled along, her body moving with a resigned heaviness. As she sighed, a small, inconspicuous flower petal drifted from her breath—a subtle mark of her presence, one of many she had left behind each time she was moved.

[christiwhitson]

It’s Cover Reveal Day! 😍 Fortune’s Angel is coming in less than a month. Don’t miss the 99¢ PREORDER SALE, especially since a portion of all sales will be donated to the National Homeless Coalition! Share and Repost! Links in bio! . ✨Blurb✨ Eli: She was my angel from the first moment I saw her. It was wrong to pursue Charlotte. I knew better. I was practically her boss and way too old for her. But that didn’t stop me from following her home, and when I discovered her secret, I was desperate to help. The more I learned about my angel, the harder I fell, and now there‘s nothing I wouldn’t do to make her mine, to keep her safe... No matter what danger lurks in the shadows. . Charlotte: It was hard to remember the last time anything had gone right for me. I was homeless, working myself into an early grave, and virtually alone in the world. But everything changed when Eli Brighton entered my life. Our connection was undeniable. Our chemistry, inescapable. He brought down my walls with a single touch, and I‘m dangerously close to giving him my heart. But he‘s a millionaire, and I live in my car. How can I be his angel if he’s the one saving me? . Author’s Note: Fortune’s Angel is a stand-alone contemporary romance with a guaranteed HEA. Slight trigger warning for brief sexual violence. Be prepared for cavity-inducing sweetness, a touch of drama, and a sexy millionaire with a bit of a hero complex. . #coverreveal #romancereads #steamyreads #alphamale #sweetandsexy #bookboyfriend #indieauthors #authorsofinstagram #instalove #standalone #homelessawareness #strongwomen #millionaire #protective #fatesaligned #donate https://www.instagram.com/p/BxM64rkHKF8/?igshid=f6hw7wiy8u6j

[fatened]

♡     starter  for:  @fatesaligned​    (  mirin  ).    

❝  i  don’t  think  i’ve  told  you  about  my  family,  have  i?  ❞     it’s  a  wound  that’s  never  quite  healed.  a  sore  tooth  he  keeps  prodding  with  his  tongue.  he  puts  his  arms  around  mirin  and  rests  his  chin  atop  her  head.  he  thinks  now  he  can  handle  the  pain.     ❝  it  doesn’t  feel  fair  that  i  know  so  much  about  yours,  and  have  yet  to  even  mention  mine... ❞

[htsdfferent]

❝ i'm a nice person, but i'm about to start throwing rocks at people. ❞ allison @ Isaac .

and eyebrow arches, as blue hues glance down towards allison. he’s not judging, more just, surprised. that sounds more like something he’d say. he wonders if he’s going to pick up any of her personality. “i can get you rocks.”

/ @fatesalign.

[blotlcss-a]

@fatesalign​​ ( Ruggie )

“It’s cause I’m used to getting my dorm invaded practically every night at this point. I’ve just learned to prepare some extra servings. Last night just happened to be the one night no one came over.” Which was a shame considering she made some really delicious stir-fry.

“It might not be as good as it was when it was fresh but hopefully you’ll like it!” Yuu smiles as they reach out and gently rub the top of his head. It was hard not do something like that when he was clinging onto them and smiling so cheekily. The prefect didn’t have any objection with leading the leaching hyena back to the Ramshackle Dorm. It was easy enough to grab the left over stir-fry from the fridge as well as another container full of left over rice. 

“Here we are! I have some more left over rice in the fridge but I plan on turning that into fried rice for dinner tonight. Thanks for taking these off my hands!”

[fromfires]

lips split across her features, pulling back to expose teeth. even with his ever - vacant speech, she knows there is a part of him who enjoys her company. ( after all, he has never truly asked her to leave. ) chin rests against her palms as she blinks rapidly at him. “ne sois pas comme ça, mon petit monstre.” eyes part from his to greet the waitress once more as a drink is slid in front of her. “thanks, babe.” eilinora offers the girl a wink, before her attention is moved back to caleb. one hand parts from her chin, and stirs the straw in her drink. “how do you think i found you ?” she lifts the drink, her tongue poking out to grasp her straw. her eyes study his face as she takes a long drink, before placing the glass back on the table. she leans back against the booth seat, her arms resting along the back of the seat. a new smile pulls on her lips. “same way i always find you, prince charming. lean mé rian an bháis.”

it is crimson eyes that meet hers, narrow & precise. the same eyes that have seen worlds collapse & dynasties begin anew. there is nothing left to surprise him any longer, but it does not stop the short, agitated breath that falls from his lips. he watches as she sits: she is a constant in ever-changing humanity. a friend, though he despises the very word, like it leaves a trace of displeasure. he is not accustomed to it. though, here he sits, & no one can say they have forced him into anything before, so is he is forced to face the truth that it is of his own free will. ❝ missed you? ❞ he echoes her words, a hollowness overcoming him. what is time, to him? it is but the blink of an eye! it all swarms together & melts into one long, horrific stretch of eternity. ❝ comment m'as-tu trouvé c ette fois? ❞