#fatesalign

[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.”

[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.”

[deadwar-a]

@fatesalign / caleb --- lyric starter ! ( sound of madness by shinedown )

war has been a constant since he was eighteen , always looking over his shoulder and watching another person's back . it's no different now than it was back then . so , he knows the look when he sees it ; the tired eyes , the way they hold themselves , he sees it even when they're trying to hide it . a little conversation and he's not sure how it's ended up at this point , but it feels easy . it feels as if they've known each other for years and not just met hours ago . he takes a drink of his beer , shifting in his seat and taking a deep breath . ' --- but when are ye gonna wake up and fight for yourself ? '

[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.

[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. 

[htsdfferent]

‘ are you angry at me? ‘ isaac @ scott ofc .

@fatesalign !

he’s barely got the door opened before the words are escaping isaac’s mouth. eyebrows pull together, as his hand stills against the towel on his head. “am i -- ?” scott let’s the towel fall from his hair, down around his neck. he can feel missed water droplets soaking into the insides of his sweatpants. “what are you talking about ?” lips curl into a smile, despite himself. “why would i be angry at you ?” the smile twists into one of confusion, before it drops from his features. “did something happen ?”

[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.  ❞

[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....”

[deadwar-a]

WHAT FORM OF LOVE DO YOU EMBODY?

love as violence [ love as bloodshed, crimson as a knife slipped between your ribs ] when ocean vuong said "to arrive at love, then, is to arrive through obliteration" and when franz kafka said "you are the knife i turn inside myself; that is love" and when ada limon said "how do you love? like a fist. like a knife" and when richard siken said "sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine"

love as tenderness [ love as gentleness after a lifetime of cruelty ] when ocean vuong said "sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that you've been ruined" and when pablo neruda said "like a jar you housed the infinite tenderness and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar" and when anais mitchell wrote "all i've ever known is how to hold my own, and now i wanna hold you, too”

tagged by: i stole it from @unbearablyindifferent xoxo tagging: @pseudolife ( yeti ! ) / @pseudowar ( roach ! ) , @141s , @calls1gn ( dani ! ) , @labyrnthes ( cassandra ! ) , @fatesalign ( parker ! ) , @kortactics , @hexsreality , and you !

[rcseadorned]

Noticing Trauma sentence starters ➽ “Should I leave a light on for you?” (Hua Cheng) | @fates-aligned

Pale fingers traced the reddish lines encircling her wrists, remnants of her binding. Her heart had calmed, no longer thudding loudly in her ears, but adrenaline still ran through her veins, ready to give flight if only she could discern whether the situation warranted it. In the past, she would have dashed away at the first hint of freedom, but now she felt frozen. Where could she run? Since being pulled into this city, she had been enveloped by a twisted, malignant qi that clung to her like a miasma. Even in this new place, a palace of open hallways and grand rooms, nothing had changed. She felt cornered, now more likely to encounter a dead end than any chance of escape.

The man before her spoke in a tone she had seldom heard lately, especially not directed at her. The past few days had been dominated by the cackles and caws of bird-like imps that had ensnared her, bound her wrists, and yanked her along by a rope around her neck. Decades of solitude only to be met with such swift cruelty at her first outside contact. Yet now, this man’s demeanor and the cadence of his words contradicted her fractured perceptions of him. Was he the feared Ghost King revered in the Gambler’s Den, or a kinder soul lurking beneath the surface? Cruel... or considerate? The flicker of red she had envisioned earlier faded into a more somber hue, and the adrenaline ebbed away. One person could embody both, but her mind remained wary. Not again.

Surely, the Ghost King expected a response. His gambling prize stood awkwardly in the spacious room where she had been escorted. She had been pacing back and forth, torn between the impulse to flee since no one was watching and the inclination to stay. Assess her situation, find where she was and more importantly-- how to get out. Finally, she shook her head briskly, steeling herself, and turned to sit at the corner of the bed.

"I'm fine."

[pendraigon-moved]

                            @fatesaligned​   ›   𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢𝔡   𝔣𝔬𝔯   𝔞   𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔯,

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

[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

[htsdfferent]

“   sorry  seems  to  be  the  hardest  word .   ” edward @ rosalie uwu

@fatesalign !

the words float through the previously empty room. they’re aimed at her -- of course, they are. most of his digs, of late, are aimed at her. honey hues roll in their socket, as she lowers the book resting in her palms, her focus finding his eyes. ( they’re darker than hers. perhaps, she should be kinder. ) lips pierce slightly as she studies his appearance for a moment longer, before she’s returning her focus to her previous reading. “maybe for someone with a weak constitution,” a short pause, before rubied lips are reopening. “someone like you.”

[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... ❞