𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭.

a little scattered by a bitter fate

[fatescattered]

#fatescattered. independent mutually exclusive multimuse blog, featuring canon and original characters from a variety of fandoms. written by sofia (30+, she/her, GMT).

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[fablesuntold]

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At least they were in the same boat when it came to not knowing how to be around each other. That made Chris feel slightly more at ease. Surely they could get through the rest of the wedding being civil with each other now that they’d expressed their shared uncertainty. Jill hadn’t seemed offended. He wasn’t either. And truthfully? It felt like a weight off his shoulders being able to speak to her face to face without the atmosphere between them being.. awkward. Maybe they’d finally bypassed the jaded exes stage, huh?

Did that mean they’d be able to finally move on and go back to being friends? The thought brought a smile to his face, one that only grew when Jill further teased him— thus proving that it was all too easy to fall back onto old patterns.

“I asked Claire if I could wear my work gear, but she said it was inappropriate and would alarm the guests.” His nose scrunched with playful distaste, gaze shifting down to gauge the tuxedo he donned. Formal attire felt so foreign on him. Chris practically lived in his work wear. Not having the weight of heavy tactical equipment and weapons weighing him down was admittedly nice, but.. Chris wasn’t sure if this was his style.

Though his mind drew a blank the minute Jill’s hand moved up to find his tie, the tug she gave to it taking Chris by surprise. Well, he hadn’t expected that. Not that he was complaining about the more.. intimate proximity. “I’m a quick learner. Didn’t know the tie inspector was gonna be here tonight. Hope I passed the exam.” It admittedly wasn’t his best work, but Chris had never been great with his hands when it came to simple things like tying knots. He simply didn’t have the patience.

Gazing at her as she decided her verdict, he’d almost missed the slow music beginning to play in the background. Had it been under different circumstances.. would he be leading Jill by the hand onto the dance floor so that they could blend in with the other couples and get lost in the swaying? “..Not gonna run back inside and find a dance partner?” His voice was barely a whisper, the joke falling flat. Maybe she already had someone waiting inside for her. The thought killed him.

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"I'm sure you would've if she let you." A small laugh at the mental image, Chris in his tactical gear in the midst of all the other guests, dressed to the nines. Jill could hardly fault him for it - she supposed she would've done the same, if she could.

She certainly wasn't complaining about the view, though.

The weight of their sudden closeness dawned on her just a moment too late. She hadn't been thinking when she tugged him towards her, muscle memory making it all too easy to fall back into their old banter. Would it ever become second nature, not to want him close, to crave his company, his touch?

"Hmm..." Jill played along with his joke without missing a beat, pretending to carefully inspect his tie. "It's not bad." The urge to redo the knot tugged at her fingertips, imperceptible if not for the way they ghosted over the fabric for a moment. It wasn't her place anymore. "I think it's a passing grade. Though that'll probably be for your sister to decide," she added in a playful tone.

Her hands returned to her sides, slowly smoothing down her dress to keep busy. She didn't trust herself not to reach for him again if left unattended. Easy as all of this was, Jill knew she shouldn't jump to conclusions. It didn't mean he wanted to get back together, or even that he still felt the same way. Maybe the fact of the matter was that, no matter what happened, they'd always be tethered to each other to some extent - as partners, and not a couple.

She wished it was easier for the notion to sink in, that her breath didn't catch in her throat at Chris's whispered question, gaze expectant as her eyes met his once more.

"Not much of a dancer." The reply came after a too-long pause, the dizzying closeness making it harder to find her voice. It wasn't a lie, by any means, but... she would've danced with him, if he asked.

"You?" Her smile was tentative, wondering if he could see through her words and feigned casual tone completely. "No one waiting on you by the dance floor?"

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why do i have to apologize? - a11sunday, perona @ usopp! (lmaooooo)

@a11sunday / random dialogue prompts

"WHY?!" the word is barked back to her in disbelief, the sniper's attempts of acting as though he was above it all falling apart in an instant. "you almost killed me!!" he scoffs under his breath when he catches himself, just as quick to somewhat regain his composure.

"i mean--" arms cross to his chest, frame rising slightly with a huff. "i had it under control, of course. you put up a good fight, but your ghosts were no match for me!" for once, usopp isn't actually lying... but the deadpan look on ghost girl's face doesn't make him feel as though it's that much of a win. why couldn't the rest of the crew be there to witness his victory in battle?? "but i still think you should apologize, for attacking me," he insists with a quirked brow.

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ok but where are my single mom x teacher plots for erin?? or alternatively, let her be the teacher of your single parent muses' kid!!

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might do a little follower cleanup and softblock people i haven't been writing with/talking to bc my dash is feeling cluttered again

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it's done. if you're still here, you have survived the purge

[fablesuntold]

Semi-plotted starter for Sherry & Jake! @fatescattered

Travelling was a real bitch. One would think that jet lag would’ve exhausted him for the night after the long-haul flight from Edonia.. yet here he was staring at the guest room’s bedside alarm clock, the numbers displayed in neon bold reading 3:05 AM. Since arriving at Sherry’s apartment for their arranged meet up, — which she’d been so kind to accommodate him — and climbing into bed, Jake hadn’t been able to stop tossing and turning.

Was it the excitement and nerves of seeing her again, or his insomnia coming back with a vengeance? Jake didn’t know. What he did know though, was that lying here and staring at the ceiling fan wasn’t going to do him any good. A cold glass of water to ease his dry throat just might. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed and making his way out into the hallway, Jake momentarily paused outside of Sherry’s bedroom door.

Was she asleep? For a fleeting second, Jake considered knocking. His hand even bawled into a fist near the wood with anticipation.. but he ultimately decided against it given the unholy hour. He didn’t need the wrath of her tongue right now for waking her up.

Feet lightly padding along the laminate floorboards, the slight nip in the air sent goosebumps splaying across his bare chest. But if he thought he was cold before, it was nothing compared to the chill that coursed through his body upon taking the corner, only to walk right into Sherry, the impact causing an icy cold glass of water in her grasp to splash up over the rim— right onto him. “Shit—!” He hissed, however, despite the shock, his hand immediately came out to catch her so that she wouldn’t slip in the mess they’d made.

Looks like he wasn’t the only late night wanderer. “..Well good mornin’ to you too.” He muttered, gaze dropping down to eye his soaking chest, and then fluttering upward to meet her dazed stare. “Do you always throw water on house guests, or am I a special case?” His tone shook lightly from the cold droplets, though he didn’t at all sound irritated—marginally amused, if anything.

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She'd never admit it, but the excitement over finally seeing Jake again had given her some trouble sleeping for the past two days. She couldn't wait for the moment they'd meet up - as if staying awake, daydreaming about it, would make it come any sooner.

Now that he was actually here... The insomnia struck for a different reason. All of the things she'd wanted to say to him upon reuniting failed her almost instantly. It was one thing to hype herself up when she was alone, and another entirely to get the words out when they were face to face.

Time seemed to drag on excruciatingly slow as Sherry lied awake, tossing and turning, with no reprieve from her jumbled thoughts. The frustration had her finally pushing herself off the bed and straight into the hallway - and if she stopped momentarily just outside of the guest room, she'd pretend it was a coincidence. As much as she wanted to talk to Jake, it would be best to let him sleep after his flight. More time to shake herself off and hopefully be back to her usual self come morning.

Sherry toyed with the idea of grabbing her laptop, maybe getting some work done to distract herself... but decided against it at the last second. Didn't want to risk making any mistakes, what with how distracted she was. Sinking into the couch in hopes of falling asleep while watching TV it was, then.

With a glass of water in hand to go against her impossibly dry throat, she turned the corner on her way to the living room -- only to stop in her tracks, the impact of crashing against something nearly sending her tumbling back.

The familiar voice had her breath catching in her throat, eyes widening as Sherry realized what had just happened. "Sorry!" she immediately blurted out, gaze lingering darting from his chest to his face, relieved he didn't seem to actually be upset.

"It's pretty customary, actually." She ventured a joke, breathy laugh falling from her lips. She should pull away already and help dry him off, but the way his hand felt on the small of her back was too addictive to cut short already. "Are you okay?" The question came in a quieter tone, eyes softening as she held his gaze, the way her free hand set down on his arm entirely second nature.

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ok but AU where ashley becomes an agent years after RE4 OR alternatively a doctor for the DSO

[mcflymemes]

MIDNIGHT SUN BY ZARA LARSSON PROMPTS *  assorted lyrics from the album, some slightly tweaked to suit a roleplay format and some lines taken from the girls trip version, adjust as necessary

i don't know what it is, but i want you.

tell me i look beautiful underneath the stars.

kiss me in the dark.

you're dying to have me.

you tell me. i'm open.

baby, let's get fucking crazy.

i like your playlist. turn it up a little louder.

summer isn't over yet.

there's no darkness when you can still feel the light.

tell me what you might do tonight.

it's my favorite part.

something about you gives me a vibe that i'm not getting from any of these guys.

my body's got other plans.

i wanna step into your world.

i like the way you do your hair.

i need to be with you.

everyone disappears right as i'm with you.

have you ever seen a pretty girl get ugly like this?

everybody's telling me to sit there and look pretty.

i'm feeling like i wanna cause some trouble in the city tonight.

boy, you better know your place.

i'm way too pretty to get ugly.

i'd rather take your card and go straight to the bank.

i can see you're terrified.

it's getting to me.

let's get this nasty shit off my chest.

there's been rumors i'm a good girl.

let's put that shit to rest.

there's room for everyone, but is there really?

talking to you gives me butterflies.

i wanna text you all the time.

it's innocent until we kiss.

baby, i'm crushed.

it will never be us.

don't act like you and me are not the same.

yes, hello? what's wrong?

wanna go on a date sometime?

tell me, how sexy am i?

how good is this life?

every night's an event.

kiss me. kiss me french.

show me something i won't forget.

i'll be your girl for two months.

let's make a mess.

everywhere we go, it's a main event.

i want it so much.

i'm still the same.

that's the thing with ambition. everything's a competition.

i wanna be loved.

i still crave your love.

i still want the recognition.

the more i experience, the more mysterious it gets.

it feels so good to know i don't know what i'm doing.

i'm about to jump.

i just wanna keep you on the phone.

feels like you're touching me with your voice.

anything to get you undressed.

talk to me. tell me what you wanna do to me.

dance for me.

you can show me everything.

i don't wanna hang up.

i wanna feel your body when you call me.

i wanna wear nothing. take it off me.

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might do a little follower cleanup and softblock people i haven't been writing with/talking to bc my dash is feeling cluttered again

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nothing humbles me more than crawling over to the doc to update a muse status from testing to primary/secondary immediately after adding them

[lottiematthews]

ELLIE  BAMBER . via  instagram .

[xnekomancerx]

My version of Ashley if she appeared in RE9

Stepping into her idols footsteps ( ´ ꒳ ` )

[fablesuntold]

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A night worth celebrating. After successfully intercepting yet another of Umbrella’s wicked schemes, Chris had finally gotten the chance to investigate one of their top headquarters— the exact one he’d fled all the way to Europe for in the first place, gathering information and digging up plenty of dirt to further incriminate them. As if anymore evidence was needed against these bastards.

After going off the grid to ensure his own safety and that of the people he cared most about, unfortunately, that just so happened to mean he’d be celebrating alone for now— former S.T.A.R.S buds thousands of miles away. But at least he had stories to tell them upon his return. Standing at the bar alone, foot tapping away along to the tune blaring from the jukebox, Chris brought his third pint of the night to his lips with every intention of this being his last. His flight was early tomorrow morning. He’d be in no fit state if he went for a fourth.

A thought that immediately went out of the window when a five foot something blonde caught his eye. And she looked to be approaching him. Confirmed in her greeting.

Oh man, this was going to be tough. He’d already had plenty of fun with the women of Europe. As told in his numerous letters exchanged back and forth with Barry in which, some were meant to be coded— some not so much. He’d planned to be on his best behaviour tonight.. but Chris couldn’t stop the way his eyes roved over her with clear interest the minute she occupied the space beside him. She was beautiful. “Oh, should I?” That wouldn’t stop him from playing hard to get though. “And what makes you think I wanna do that?”

A hint of a cheeky smile appeared on his freshly shaven face, body turning to face hers properly. “You kinda look like trouble. Are you?” It was crucial that he not get tied up with the wrong person. For all he knew? She could’ve been one of Umbrella’s goons sent to keep tabs on him.

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The way his gaze lingered on her was not lost on Erin. He was putting up a fight, some banter that frankly she was more than happy to indulge in for a bit, but the look in his eyes gave his true intentions away. Well, let him stare. She'd give him something worth gawking at soon enough, if he played his cards right.

"You don't?" Erin feigned confusion with an exaggerated furrow of her brow, amused smile never leaving her expression. "I must be misreading the staring, then." A bold move, perhaps, but Erin was willing to bet the rest of her night on it. And if she did turn out to be wrong... there was no shortage of pretty people in the bar anyway.

Her chin came to rest on her palm as she leaned over the counter, eyes glued to him once more as he turned to face her. She really shouldn't be pointing fingers when it came to his staring, when it was all she seemed to be doing too.

"Maybe." Erin gave a light shrug to his question, the coy act only lasting for so long. "Do you wanna find out?" A cheeky smile spread across her lips. "A drink would be a good place to start." As if she really cared about drinking. It was only an excuse to join him and stay at his side - though, judging by the way his gaze took her in, how easily he matched her playfulness, Erin wondered if she needed one at all

"And... maybe your name, too?"

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ok but AU where ashley becomes an agent years after RE4 OR alternatively a doctor for the DSO

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t.omodachi has activated that part of my brain from the acnh days, where i save a million videos with build ideas, knowing full well i'm never touching that feature

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i fear no other anime bgm will go as hard as the ones in c.ardcaptor sakura

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where should you be kissed

CHEEK.

you are made of light. your cheeks hurt from grinning, sun-kissed and lifting in a bubbling laugh. you should be kissed there. and often. a reminder that you are a joy to be around, and that your smiling face is a gift.

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