#stolenfates

[king7doms]

@stolenfates / vaguely plotted starter

She hadn't expected to be chased, particularly not by Prince Rhaegar, and not alone. Of course, the Prince thought he was chasing an errant and arrogant Knight, not a girl in disguise who had best felled three men in the tourney. She had hoped to get away and change, return to the tourney without her absence being noted by her brothers or her betrothed. Her excuse for slipping away had been flimsy at best, but Robert was not one to truly pay attention, and she had already commented to Ned once before that no woman would hold his attentions for long, not even her, no matter how much he claimed to love her.

So finding herself, cornered by the Prince, with most of the stolen armor removed, stashed aside, a shield thrown back further into the lower branches of a tree, she found herself without an excuse, the helm still in her hand, marking her guilty. Though was it truly a crime? She hadn't killed the men, only bested them at their own game.

"May I ask why I am being practically hunted by the Crown Prince?" Her question carries an air of confidence she isn't quite sure she possesses in his presence. Her horse was ready to ride, should she mount him once more and flee, but she was certain she would be caught again, as she had this moment, and it would only delay the inevitable, truly. Likely, the King wanted to know the name and face of the mystery knight who had felled three riders, before disappearing. "Should you not be at the tourney still, my Prince?"

[volcre]

& @stolenfates // 🤍 - harley quinn // SC.

THE CRIMSON LIQUID SPLATTERED across her pure white dress was really not the most surprising of sights. what was, however, a little bit out of the ordinary was the streak of green paint across her platinum blonde hair and going down her cheek, dripping down the red smudges across the dress as if in some macabre way of creating art. it had been an INTERESTING EVENING so far, Harley could not help the grin at the memory alone.

"okay but have you considered the fact that --- HE WAS CUTE." the woman argued her case again, wondering what it would take for Selina to admit that she was right. that they should have let the dude go free --- apparently just because his face was adorable was NOT ENOUGH of a reason ( in what world??? ) Harley grabbed another bottle of beer from the coffee table in Sel's apartment, plopping down into the nearest sofa without a care in the world. she would replace the goddamned throw on the couch if any stains got onto it. it was there in the first place for the very reason. "you're no fun."

[starbrned]

@stolenfates asked, [ INTENSE ]:     in a moment where romantic tensions are running high, the sender leans forward to kiss the receiver for the first time, then changes their mind, and rests their foreheads together to disguise their original intentions. (rukia, from ichigo)

it had started as some argument -- it always did. something petty and stupid, she couldn't even remember WHAT they had been fighting about. the space between them, or what little there was, felt like there was some electricity there -- like SPARKS were constantly ignited between them. rukia could feel them in her fingertips, the ones that twitched in a want to touch, to FEEL. this moment felt different from the millions of moments of their bickering and arguing, he was getting closer and closer. or maybe it was her and the gravity he possessed that had her always wanting to be closer... not that she would freely admit it. and he was there, right THERE, and rukia thought (not necessarily for the first time) that maybe this was it. this could be the moment that she had imagined against her will night after night. it was unbearably distracting.

her breath had hitched, her heart had rabbited almost right out of her chest -- she forgot that it could do that, that it could BEAT so hard. and just like that, the mark was missed and although her eyes had fluttered shut (you IDIOT!), rukia felt the heat of his forehead against hers. what a fool, she thought to herself. as if he would want to do such a thing, as if he thought of her in such a way -- hands clenched into fists at her side as the feeling of utter disappointment and embarrassment made a home in her chest. nose brushed nose and for a moment, she thought... what if she were to do it? what if she were to close the distance that felt like a million miles and at the same time barely a millimeter?

" -- ichigo..." she paused, had the good grace to blush a deep scarlet, and cleared her throat. "if this is you asking for FORGIVENESS for what you did, i might consider..."

[denydefeat]

‘ PATCH. ‘  - [ my ] muse starts to heal / bandage [ yours. ] (Az, for Gwyn) / @stolenfates sent a MEME

Training had been such an integral part of her healing process that Gwyn barely registers when, exactly, she had become comfortable around the males. Cassian and Azriel were so patient with them, with her in particular, that it was easy to fall into a sense of familiarity. She knew that she, and Nesta, and Emerie had all come here for a different purpose, and found in each other a bond that was like to never be broken. And the strength they were gaining from these days, training in the House of Wind, with two Illyrian warriors, was only strengthening it.

It did not help that she also enjoyed the company of both males, for various reasons. Cassian was loud, but he took their training seriously, ensured that they were at ease while still maintaining that they needed to put in the work in order for their stamina and abilities to develop. Azriel was more quiet, though he could be coaxed into speaking more regularly with time, she had noticed, particularly around those who made the effort with him.

Which she was trying to do. Another day of failing to slice the ribbon, though this days attempt had caused a stumble, a fall into another weapon, laid haphazardly aside, and her arm had been cut. It was not a big wound, or even particularly deep, but enough to illicit some concern. She might have just bound it tightly herself, had the Shadowsinger not volunteered to help. If there was a male she trusted almost implicitly now, other than perhaps the High Lord who had offered her a sanctuary after her temple had been destroyed and she had ----- it would have been Azriel, she supposed.

The bandage is wrapped tight around her arm, and Gwyn does notice that he is extra careful not to touch her too much, as little as he can, though she is not sure if that is his own discomfort (she has noticed the burns, noticed how he avoids touching others), or for her own. He had been the one to carry her to safety, such a short time ago it seemed.

"Thank you." She says, the smallest of smiles on her face. "I do not suppose I ever thanked you, actually." An addition, thankful for rescuing her from the sacking of her temple, from a fate of death. No matter what she had endured that day, before his arrival, she had survived it. "It seems my gratitude is long overdue, in fact."

[prophecychanged]

@stolenfates 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗔𝗪 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗣𝗛𝗘𝗖𝗬: you said i'm the love of your life about a million times. (for April, from Jackson)

𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 , effortless , automatic. something she feels as if she is born to do , even if it will kill her. how long she has carried this feeling , has drowned beneath the complications and fears. has triumphed against them , claimed him as hers in every way before god and all she held dear. man and wife , sickness and health. how vows seem to crumble like discarded paper , words and feelings growing meaningless beneath it all.

their precious baby boy , gone before he had a chance. the burden of outliving your child is one she'd never wish on her enemies. it has transformed the pair of them , made them unrecognizable. april cannot look at her reflection , she no longer sees herself. no , for now she sees april kepner : grieving parent , a childless mother. it feels like she is drowning , hands desperately out for jackson to save her , though he is unable. it feels like a disconnect , like what she needs from him is impossible and what he needs from her even more so. it feels like once solid teammates are now speaking two different languages. grief is a horrible blanket to wear , april feels suffocated beneath it. she needs to get out , but how?

jackson's words linger. they fill the air and space between them , wrap them up , bind them together. it is true , these words have left her lips countless times. yet , april cannot find it in herself to recall the last time she has said such a thing to him. she cannot remember when she has been a fraction of the woman she was only weeks prior. she blinks at jackson , curled up in a ball on their couch. her head is bowed in shame , frustrated , hurt , and angry. no , not at him , but at the world. at the god she gave her life to , was a faithful servant to. how did this come to happen to them? it didn't seem fair.

❝ you are , jackson. you know you are. ❞ april's voice is scratchy , throat raw from fitful sobs. it takes several long moments for light eyes to look up , to find her husband. ❝ i don't have it in me to say it anymore. i don't have much in me these days. ❞ tone remains low , head coming to bury itself in hands. fingers grasp at orange curls , tugging slightly. a heavy sigh leaves her , april rocking herself beneath the current of the empty world she finds herself in. ❝ i just need some time alone. it's not personal. it's what i need. ❞

[preytale]

he's only a little uneasy because she is a mother now. hadn't they agreed they'd lie low for awhile? focus on being a family. maybe -- maybe if they weren't parents, he'd be all for being just a little more reckless. live out those glory days some more. and it's not that he doubts her as a driver; never that. it's dumbasses behind the wheel he's concerned about. he knows mia can handle her own. ❝ yeah . . . alright. you got me there. and i'm not saying you've forgotten or don't know how, ❞ he says, making his way around the car and to the hood where she leans, taking her by the waist to turn and face him as he leans with her. ❝ just . . . be a little extra cautious is all i ask. i know you'll smoke 'em all and have them eating your dust by the time you're through with them. ❞ previously concerned features break into a grin as brian drops his brow to hers.

take the glory, give everything. / brian @ mia | @preytale

she peaks out at brian from beneath the hood of her car , a crooked smile on her face. for a moment , she is silent , shakes her head , and returns to tightening a bolt in the engine. satisfied with her work , mia straightens her posture and slams the hood shut. she sets the wrench aside and places her palms on the hood of the car , leaning forward to meet brian’s gaze. “ haven’t i been racing LONGER than you , hotshot ? ” she teases. “ listen , babe. i might be a MOTHER , now , but that doesn’t mean i’ve forgotten how to race. i’ve got this. ”

[ngc-5194]

never forget what they took from you......,,,..

[bigdaddydaemon]

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[zoklaanogar]

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[denydefeat]

@stolenfates

THE DARK KNIGHT RISES (2012) dir. Christopher Nolan

[king7doms]

[ chin up ] (for myrcella, from jaime)

[ chin up ] sender lifts receiver's chin to stop them from hiding their tears / @stolenfates sent a MEME

Myrcella is upset, justifiably so. She was happy in Dorne, even after the attack. The injuries had healed and, despite her insecurities, Trystane still seemed to love her, even with the scars. It was another reason why she loved him so much. So her Uncle Jaime arriving to take her back to King's Landing (she could no longer call any place but Dorne her home) was a dagger to the heart.

She had not seen him in years, and even then, they had never been particularly close when she was a child. So him coming into the cabin she was in, quietly crying about having to leave Dorne and Trystane behind, was a surprise. She does turn her head away, to try and wipe away her tears, but he stops her, his remaining hand turning her head back and lifting her chin up.

"I do not want to return to King's Landing. Mother is being unfair, and this is ridiculous." She had made a home in Dorne, had been so close to marrying Trystane secretly if necessary, had gone alone with Arianne's plan to crown her over Tommen (though she did not relish in the thought of essentially usurping her brother, despite what Dornish laws dictate - even if that plan had ended in her being attacked), but had fallen in love with Dorne most of all. The ship rocks on the sea, taking them back to the mainland, though she is not bothered by the waves. Just by the heartbreak of departing the place she has found to be a home. "What reason does she have to retrieve me? Is my betrothal to Prince Trystane broken? What can you tell me, Uncle Jaime?"

[bellshazes]

for those wondering how my sewing marathon went: made the skirt, you can't even see here that the pockets are big enough to fit my whole forearm + i got soooo many compliments and an interview w the marketing staff bc i was early and fashionable and people were into me talking about how i spent 2 years of my life chasing down the record label that got stolenf rom our orchestra.

[starbrned]

i'd risk my life to save you. (@ rukia from ichigo)

“you SHOULDN’T!” he should know by now how stupid that would be, how foolish of a decision he would be making. it’s enough to almost make her eye twitch, but the shinigami simply pinched the bridge of her nose between her forefinger and thumb before allowing herself to slowly soften. she was being too hard on him, but what was the alternative? to sit back and allow such a thing to happen? to watch ichigo get hurt on her behalf? she didn’t want to feel that kind of guilt make a home in her heart. she wasn’t sure that she could take it. but she couldn’t voice this, not the way she TRULY wanted to. instead, she let out a soft huff of a breath, hand dropping and relaxing at her side. “ — idiot.”

[starbrned]

@stolenfates i’m ill lmao

ichiruki x orpheus and eurydice 

Excerpt is from ‘Eurydice’ by Sarah Ruhl screencaps are from FTB

[mashinito]

[bigdaddydaemon]

CARRD MEMES PROMO

#BIGDADDYDAEMON [...] an independent, mutually exclusive and moderately selective DAEMON TARGARYEN from the GAME OF THRONES/HOTD universe. penned by lexi. ( she/her, 21+, usa) [...] novella and multi-para, book canon with show and heavy headcanon influences. triggering themes and mature content ahead, 21+ ONLY, minors dni. please read rules before interacting!

NOTE: daemon and rhaenyra's relationship WILL be present on this blog as it integral to their characters. in NO WAY do i condone inc*st; however, with house targaryen, this is UNAVOIDABLE. if you are UNCOMFORTABLE with these themes, please DO NOT follow me. if you are ALREADY following me, DO NOT soft block, as it confuses me. BLOCK ME OUTRIGHT.

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