#stolenfates

[quccninchains]

| @stolenfates sent: one thing led to another, as it so often does.

{☾} "...I'd like it if we could keep what happened at that..." Alicent clears her throat and glances away, color blooming in her cheeks and down her slender neck. If she closed her eyes or looked at Benedict for too long, she would be reminded (quite unwillingly) of his lip has on hers, his hands on her figure. She would be forced to think of her hands in his hair, or the way she pressed her body against his. She blinks away the feeling of how close she had been to allowing him all of her favor.

Mostly, she ignores the way she wants to think about it again and the way she wants to experience it again.

"It cannot happen again," Alicent finally settles, nose wrinkling gently. This was the third time that it...couldn't happen again. How many more times could they repeat this dance? Their mothers linger behind them as they walk and she's relieved to note that they cannot hear their rather indelicate conversation.

Her dark brown eyes flicker forward, slender gloved hand tucked in the crook of his arm. She ignores the glances their way, knowing their friendship (was that what this was?) would be fodder for the gossips. Still, she cannot help but wonder where this was going? He'd been paying court to her, dancing with her at social events, bringing her flowers under the cover of day and evening.

And when the moon came out and the sketch pencils slipped from his grasp...

She tilts her head to the side and looks up at him. "...are you courting me, Mr. Bridgerton? As much as I enjoy spending time with you, both here and...elsewhere..." There's a ghost of a smile on her face, once more images of their embrace and kiss flickering in her mind. But her words are gentle and vulnerable. Rejection a looming beast on the horizon. "My father is pressuring me to take a husband and I do not want either of us to misinterpret the other's feelings."

[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?"

[denydefeat]

@stolenfates / vaguely plotted starter (for either Rey or Ben!)

"I can explain." Explain why several pieces of the engine of the Falcon are spread out before him, while he sits puzzling over a piece that he is certain was the reason for the strange sound he had heard on it's last flight. The piece is damaged, and not beyond repair, which is why he has it in hand, working on it with a tool in the other, forgetting the fact that nearly the entire engine is in shambles around him. He can put it back together, without even looking at the parts he is almost sure. "I will put it all back. The Falcon will fly better after I'm done, like she's brand new." And not the piece of junk everyone seems to believe the ship to be.

[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..."

[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......,,,..

[zoklaanogar]

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[bigdaddydaemon]

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[denydefeat]

@stolenfates

THE DARK KNIGHT RISES (2012) dir. Christopher Nolan

[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.

[quccninchains]

| @stolenfates sent: ❛ may i have this dance? ❜

{☾} Her eyes flicker from his outstretched hand to his face, noting immediately that he was handsome. Dare she say, the most handsome man who'd approached her that evening. And of course, she was well aware of just who this man was, of where his family came from.

Maman had insisted that she knew who every eligible bachelor was in the Ton.

Alicent blinks in surprise. Surely, of all the beauties at the ball, he would pick another? One who wasn't standing on the sidelines, wishing she were anywhere else. One who had only the barest of smiles for men who approached her.

One who seemed thrilled to be out in society, willingly sacrificing her freedom for the thrill of being a bride.

Still--Benedict Bridgerton did not strike her as a man who would back down from a challenge. Her father had retired earlier in the evening, leaving her and her maman in the careful chaperoning glance of her eldest brother. She knows that her mother is watching and she can feel her nod of approval. The corners of her lips twitch up and her cheeks, despite herself, warm. "I'd love to," she muses, placing her small, gloved hand in his own, easily being swept into a dance.

As the music begins, her feet follow his gracefully. "Of all the ladies to choose and you ask me--I hardly know what to say," she chirps softly, delicately swirling into his arms.

[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?"

[denydefeat]

rey and ben for the if they had a kid

send me a pair name and I’ll tell you what I think it would be like if they had a child.

Name: Anakin Solo

Gender: Male

General Appearance: Dark hair and eyes, 5'7" when he's reached maturity, freckles across his face and shoulders, slight stature. He prefers darker clothing but stays away from black clothes (for obvious reasons) for the most part.

Personality: Charismatic and charming when needed, reserved and studious when alone. More of an introvert, but is able to easily pull off extrovert when necessary. He is quick to anger, but has spent his entire youth tempering his irritations. Loves to fly, would have started piloting the Falcon from like age 2 if he'd been allowed (he was absolutely demanding it though).

Special Talents: He inherited the family skill of being an expert pilot with ease, a natural ability. It's almost as if he can speak to the ship, though not quite as adept as an actual robot. He is powerful in the force (considering his parents are both dyads and also incredibly powerful as well), with a natural tendency towards pecae.

Who they like better: Rey, absolutely. He finds it difficult to relate to both of his parents, though. HOWEVER - in an AU where everyone lives, he probably loves Han the most and absolutely latches to him and Chewie very young. Sorry everyone else.

Who they take after more: Ben, for sure.

Personal Head canon: If/When there is a threat to the galaxy again, and there is a need for a powerful force user to turn to the dark side, he will be incredibly susceptible to it, and a tempting choice to use given his family.

Face Claim: Harry Collett

[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.”

[stolenfates]

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