weaving fates.

[kissmets]

#KISSMETS  : an  independent  and  semi - selective  mumu  blog  for  a  collection  of  FATE's  weavings.

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[kissmets]

i need to update this blog soon 😓

[nick-nellson]

DERRY GIRLS 2.03 The Concert

[ravenclairee]

THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY — 1.01 “Summer House”

[fruitblr]

You A Fresh Start | 2.01

[olisgifs]

The Commune in every episode: 1x01 → Pilot

Look at these guys. You know what? We're gonna be good.

[teetheds]

what.    event one,    the bonfire.    time.    8:00 pm.    location.    nestled deeply into conversation around the fire,    warm smiles    —    and cold looks    —    and laughter throughout.

bodhi doesn’t lie.    not really.    he just…    tucks the truth away when it feels like too much light.    but if anyone ever asked him his favorite place in the world    —    la push,    just as the tide starts to turn,    might earn the quiet answer.    he’s there now,    shoes dug into cool sand,    curls falling into his eyes,    sweatshirt hanging off his frame like it's one size too big.    a lazy smile curls at his mouth as he half-sips a beer gone warm,    already scoping out what food to devour next.    the presence beside him isn’t ignored    (they never are    —    not with him),    and still,    he plays it cool,    like he can’t already feel something shifting.    he turns slow,    only free hand full of graham crackers and chocolate,    the other fumbling toward the bag of marshmallows,    fingers barely grazing the edge.    "please tell me you’re here to make s’mores,    because i physically do not have the hand capacity for this."    he says,    looking up as he speaks next,    his eyes connecting with theirs.    "and i’m gonna be eating,    like…    twelve of them,    so."

[kissmets]

briar always felt funny about seeing outsiders step land on the rez, even if it is on the beach. it twists something disturbing within her, a pendulum swinging back and forth between territoriality and protectiveness. you can't blame her — it's the only place where she felt like she mattered, where she was given a sense of purpose. it's only natural to guard a part of her heart, if not the entire thing. she'd been on edge the entire time, like one litter seen on the sand would tick her off. not to mention the existence of the cold ones, just lingering by, saccharine scents enough to make her crazy ... she's never been this close to this many of them. she reminds herself it's a party, that she didn't use her good jacket instead of the worn out ones just to be pissed off the entire time. she's wise to stick to her packmates to keep the peace ( within herself ). strength in numbers, or whatever. in this case, it's a matter of comfort. “ dude ... how'd you even grab this much? ” she shakes her head with a laugh, happy to be given a distraction. she offers both hands towards him, carefully watching chocolates and crackers alike. “ it's a miracle these didn't melt in your hands. ”

[kissmets]

🪵🔥   EVENT ONE: THE BONFIRE.

6:30 pm. la push beach, somewhere within the warmth of the bonfire's range. open to anyone.

"no wonder you come here often," annabeth tells her, taking an appreciative glance across the beach. the waves crash gently against the shore not too far beyond them, as if celebrating its praise. hiraya pauses, almost startled, before acknowledging her own mother's approval tentatively, "yeah. it's nice here." the cold bit at her cheeks, yet the warmth from the nearby flames provided a comforting sensation. just before she can sink into the atmosphere, let the softness of it all envelope her, her mother speaks once more, "all the time spent here, do you ever stop and think of doing other productive things? like going back to school?" there it is. frustration simmers underneath her skin, but she doesn't want to ruin this night just because of her mother's polite mockery. her eyes dart to everywhere, anywhere, searching for a quick exit instead. then her gaze lands on a passing figure, and she makes a beeline towards them, yelling out an enthusiastic "hey!" as if greeting an old friend.

[celcstiall]

jin paused in his slow, deliberate walk, turning as she approached. a small, polite smile—one he had perfected over the centuries—formed on his lips. he had already noted her tense conversation from the distance, easily tuning in and listening to the whole thing, so her sudden enthusiasm to seeing him was easy to decode. "hiraya," he greeted, his tone warm and polite, as always. "it's good to see a familiar face." his gaze shifted for just a moment in the direction she had come from before returning to her, a silent nod of understanding. "it's quite the turnout. are you enjoying the evening?"

[kissmets]

oh, for fuck's sake. good job, hiraya; of all people in this event and you happen to approach your step father's co - worker. your co - worker! it's nothing personal, jin is nice ( nicer than she thought for stepping in ), and she's got this sense of awe for his craft and professionalism ... but her mother will have questions about this later: i didn't know you were friendly with him. how is he at work? isn't that the newcomer i called creepy before finding out he works with you and your father? and hiraya will be quick to dismiss them all, especially the last part. for now, the older woman greets the surgeon with an equally polite smile and walks away. hiraya watches her go, then turns to the man with a sheepish grin. “ hi, doc. it's been uneventful so far, but the beach is lovely as ever. ” she glances towards the ocean, like the water held more ideas of what to say to co - workers she didn't know well yet, then blurts out, “ please don't mention this to my dad, by the way. ”

[kissmets]

🪵🔥   EVENT ONE: THE BONFIRE.

6:30 pm. la push beach, somewhere within the warmth of the bonfire's range. open to anyone.

"no wonder you come here often," annabeth tells her, taking an appreciative glance across the beach. the waves crash gently against the shore not too far beyond them, as if celebrating its praise. hiraya pauses, almost startled, before acknowledging her own mother's approval tentatively, "yeah. it's nice here." the cold bit at her cheeks, yet the warmth from the nearby flames provided a comforting sensation. just before she can sink into the atmosphere, let the softness of it all envelope her, her mother speaks once more, "all the time spent here, do you ever stop and think of doing other productive things? like going back to school?" there it is. frustration simmers underneath her skin, but she doesn't want to ruin this night just because of her mother's polite mockery. her eyes dart to everywhere, anywhere, searching for a quick exit instead. then her gaze lands on a passing figure, and she makes a beeline towards them, yelling out an enthusiastic "hey!" as if greeting an old friend.

[prescribes]

la  push  just  isn't  theo's  turf.  any  kind  of  beach,  really.  theo  hates  the  feeling  of  saltwater  in  his  hair,  his  feet  sinking  into  the  grainy  sand.  he'd  much  rather  be  at  home,  under  the  covers  of  his  bed  with  a  book  in  his  hands.  so  why  he  finds  himself  dressed  up  for  the  bonfire,  even  he's  not  entirely  sure,  but  a  warm  smile  finds  its  way  across  his  features  when  someone  —  a  shifter  —  offers  him  a  beer  can,  still  chilly  from  the  cooler,  and  lets  him  indulge  in  fleeting  conversation.

he  finds  himself  shuffling  closer  towards  the  bonfire  when  his  companion  eventually  leaves,  allows  himself  respite  from  the  chilly  washington  air.  he  takes  a  deep  breath,  stares  into  the  blaze  as  if  it  knows  something  he  doesn't,  answers  to  questins  he'd  never  dare  ask.  he's  almost  startled  when  hiraya  materializes  in  front  of  him,  sounding  a  little  more  panicked  than  the  enthusiasm  he  assumes  she's  trying  to  exude.  “  hi,  ”  he  says  in  return,  although  it  sounds  more  like  a  question  than  a  greeting.

when  theo  looks  behind  her,  he's  met  with  the  stern  gaze  of  an  older  woman,  looking  down  ay  hiraya  with  a  look  that  he  knows  to  be  disappointed  —  a  look  he  knows  all  too  well.  he  doesn't  ask  if  she's  alright,  even  if  her  eyes  tell  that  she  probably  isn't,  and  instead  gestures  towards  the  table  with  the  bowl  full  of  marshmallows.  “  y'wanna  make  some  smores?  ”

[kissmets]

she almost feels bad for interrupting his peace, but her foot's already moving after the other and next thing she knows she's met with the stranger's questioning gaze. there's a brief moment for more panic, then embarrassment, both from the potential rejection she was dreading, plus the idea of getting caught pretending by her mother. hiraya makes a slow turn, like checking if a monster's behind her. there isn't anymore ... and it's just sweet, sweet relief. she doesn't even bother hiding it. it was like she knew that theo understood, judging by the lack of interrogating. a heave of a sigh escapes her, shoulders slumping. aware that her mother's gone to mind her own business — it's like coming home from a long day of work, and finally being able to remove her shoes. the pathetic smile on her face says it all. “ yes, i do, ” she mumbles, settling into a spot beside him without really endangering both of their personal spaces, already grabbing stuff for smores. “ what's the perfect chocolate - marshmallow - cracker ratio? ”

[kissmets]

🪵🔥   EVENT ONE: THE BONFIRE.

6:30 pm. la push beach, somewhere within the warmth of the bonfire's range. open to anyone.

"no wonder you come here often," annabeth tells her, taking an appreciative glance across the beach. the waves crash gently against the shore not too far beyond them, as if celebrating its praise. hiraya pauses, almost startled, before acknowledging her own mother's approval tentatively, "yeah. it's nice here." the cold bit at her cheeks, yet the warmth from the nearby flames provided a comforting sensation. just before she can sink into the atmosphere, let the softness of it all envelope her, her mother speaks once more, "all the time spent here, do you ever stop and think of doing other productive things? like going back to school?" there it is. frustration simmers underneath her skin, but she doesn't want to ruin this night just because of her mother's polite mockery. her eyes dart to everywhere, anywhere, searching for a quick exit instead. then her gaze lands on a passing figure, and she makes a beeline towards them, yelling out an enthusiastic "hey!" as if greeting an old friend.

[bloodyfvngs]

Early in the night, Marisol allowed herself — deluded herself, really — with the fantasy that maybe, just this once, her gut was off. Perhaps this would be the one time her heart could rest. If only this statement could have been true by the end of the night.

Sol could recognize when someone was looking for an escape — and there she was, all wild eyed and overenthusiastic. Marisol returned the wave with a stiff smile — it wasn't out of discomfort, not really, she was just unsure how to smile without it looking wrong on her anymore. "Been looking for you, girl!" Lying easily, she threw her thumb behind her. "Did you want to take that walk now?"

There was a brief hesitation as she looked behind at the woman who this girl was avoiding. They looked like family. Marisol remembered all the times she tried to stand five feet at least from her parents growing up — desperate to not be seen with them. She wondered if it was similar to the normal growing pains of forging your own adulthood, or if it was something else entirely. While she wanted to ignore the rather foreboding woman behind the girl, she offered another stiff smile. "If that's alright?" In this moment, Sol could not tell who she was asking the permission of.

[kissmets]

stiff smile, natural smile, too eager smile, clearly fake smile — it really didn't matter to hiraya. what she needed was escape, help, and that was what she got from sol. her forced grin softens with appreciation, one thankfully hidden away from annabeth lest bitterness festers within her for seeing her daughter give a woman who isn't her such tender eyes ( when was the last time her daughter even looked at her? ). “ yes, please, ” hiraya answers for herself before eagerly joining sol's side. they take several steps away, and just when they were out of earshot, she faces the woman, sighing, “ thank you so much, miss sol. i couldn't stand another second being questioned by my mother anymore. she acts like i'm still a kid. ”

[kissmets]

🪵🔥   EVENT ONE: THE BONFIRE.

6:30 pm. la push beach, somewhere within the warmth of the bonfire's range. open to anyone.

"no wonder you come here often," annabeth tells her, taking an appreciative glance across the beach. the waves crash gently against the shore not too far beyond them, as if celebrating its praise. hiraya pauses, almost startled, before acknowledging her own mother's approval tentatively, "yeah. it's nice here." the cold bit at her cheeks, yet the warmth from the nearby flames provided a comforting sensation. just before she can sink into the atmosphere, let the softness of it all envelope her, her mother speaks once more, "all the time spent here, do you ever stop and think of doing other productive things? like going back to school?" there it is. frustration simmers underneath her skin, but she doesn't want to ruin this night just because of her mother's polite mockery. her eyes dart to everywhere, anywhere, searching for a quick exit instead. then her gaze lands on a passing figure, and she makes a beeline towards them, yelling out an enthusiastic "hey!" as if greeting an old friend.

[beunchained]

the sun hasn't quite set yet, the high summer sun threatening to turn her into a disco ball. but she has to take certain risks, sometimes. if she's only ever seen at night (outside of work, that is) then that starts to look suspicious to certain people. so she's covered up, wearing a wide-brimmed hat, and sticking to the shade. she's on her way to take shelter under an awning when someone approaches.

alicia pauses only for a beat, still intent on making it to her destination, so she just wraps an arm around the girl's shoulders and sweeps her along. "hey, girl! i haven't seen you in a while, how are you? how's work?"

[kissmets]

hiraya is so consumed by the relief of being met with someone familiar that she doesn't even question the librarian's modest get up. one could easily assume that like hiraya's mother, alicia dislikes the feel of heat on her skin; or perhaps she's allergic to the sun; or maybe it's a librarian thing. regardless, this works. someone from her ( first and ) last year in forks high. easy to keep up the 'i know you' act, because she really does know alicia. hiraya barely remembers anything from the library except for a few study sessions here and there. alicia, however, was unforgettable. the woman provided a sense of comfort during her stay there, even if she simply greeted hiraya whenever she'd come in, especially during her first days when she didn't have any friends yet. they never got to be actual friends, but hiraya was still happy to greet her whenever they bumped into each other after graduation. her smile turns genuine, happily swept away towards the canopy. “ miss alicia, hi! all's good — i'm glad to see you in this little get together we have going on. have you seen anyone else from forks high? ”

[kissmets]

🪵🔥   EVENT ONE: THE BONFIRE.

6:30 pm. la push beach, somewhere within the warmth of the bonfire's range. open to anyone.

"no wonder you come here often," annabeth tells her, taking an appreciative glance across the beach. the waves crash gently against the shore not too far beyond them, as if celebrating its praise. hiraya pauses, almost startled, before acknowledging her own mother's approval tentatively, "yeah. it's nice here." the cold bit at her cheeks, yet the warmth from the nearby flames provided a comforting sensation. just before she can sink into the atmosphere, let the softness of it all envelope her, her mother speaks once more, "all the time spent here, do you ever stop and think of doing other productive things? like going back to school?" there it is. frustration simmers underneath her skin, but she doesn't want to ruin this night just because of her mother's polite mockery. her eyes dart to everywhere, anywhere, searching for a quick exit instead. then her gaze lands on a passing figure, and she makes a beeline towards them, yelling out an enthusiastic "hey!" as if greeting an old friend.

[sangu1neo]

may  all  bonfires  always  be  blessed!    or  something  like  that  runs  through  clara's  mind.  she's  having  the  time  of  her  life  —  forks  isn't  nearly  as  fun  as  new  orleans,  or  vegas  at  3am,  or  really  most  other  places  clara  has  spent  her  time,  but  there's  a  charm  to  small-town  life  that  she's  unused  to,  running  from  city  to  city  simply  because  it  was  easier  to  hide  in  places  where  you  wouldn't  be  remembered.  one  day,  she'll  once  again  be  a  faceless  specter  in  forks,  gone  to  the  next  place. for  now,  she  was  entertaining  herself  by  chugging  down  soda  like  it's  a  can  of  beer.  distracted  by  pure  enjoyment  until  a  silhouette  comes  nearer,  all  false  enthusiasm.  luck  is  on  hiraya's  corner  because  clara  can't  tell  she's  being  used  to  avoid  awkward  conversations  with  someone  else.  “  hi!  ”  delivered  with  equal  enthusiasm.  she  rocks  back  and  forth  on  her  heels.  “  how  are  you?  are  you  liking  the  bonfire?  did  you  just  get  here?  ”  and  then,  the  most  important  question  :  “  what's  your  name?  i'm  clara!  ”

[kissmets]

she was briefly reminded of the rising sun once she met gazes with clara — bright, her eyes captivating pools, framed by a pretty face which demanded attention and awe. isn't she the sheriff's niece? or was it cousin ... ? no matter. it's almost surreal to interact with her this close after weeks of just catching glimpses here and there. it's a funny comparison, but it almost felt like meeting a celebrity. before she can ogle, she's hit with the woman's cluelessness, widened eyes slowly squinting into what can only be seen as a scolding ( almost judging ) look. “ hiraya, ” she says, giving a subtle side glance to her mother, who thankfully was polite enough to finally turn and walk away. act's over then. it's not like clara played along, either ... hiraya's features would soften into something more natural, yet exhaustion plays at her lips when she musters a tight - lipped smile. “ i'm fine, the bonfire's alright, we got here before it even struck six. judging by the flurry of questions you just gave me, you must be the journalist i heard about. ”

[kissmets]

🪵🔥   EVENT ONE: THE BONFIRE.

6:30 pm. la push beach, somewhere within the warmth of the bonfire's range. open to anyone.

"no wonder you come here often," annabeth tells her, taking an appreciative glance across the beach. the waves crash gently against the shore not too far beyond them, as if celebrating its praise. hiraya pauses, almost startled, before acknowledging her own mother's approval tentatively, "yeah. it's nice here." the cold bit at her cheeks, yet the warmth from the nearby flames provided a comforting sensation. just before she can sink into the atmosphere, let the softness of it all envelope her, her mother speaks once more, "all the time spent here, do you ever stop and think of doing other productive things? like going back to school?" there it is. frustration simmers underneath her skin, but she doesn't want to ruin this night just because of her mother's polite mockery. her eyes dart to everywhere, anywhere, searching for a quick exit instead. then her gaze lands on a passing figure, and she makes a beeline towards them, yelling out an enthusiastic "hey!" as if greeting an old friend.

[fngsbared]

there  was  a  time  when  nicasio  used  to  love  la  push (maybe he still did);  countless  days  spent  on  the  beach  with  sand  clinging  to  him  like  a  second  skin  and  salt  filling  his  lungs.  nights  setting  up  tents  near  the  forest’s  edge  hoping  the  tide  wouldn’t  come  in  too  high  and  sweep  him  and  his  family  away  on  their  camping  nights….  if  he  closed  his  eyes  he  could  probably  imagine  his  mom’s  voice  in  the  ones  around  him,  his  sisters  laugh  floating  through  the  air,  his  dad  cracking  a  bad  joke  that  no  one  would  understand.  but  he  wouldn’t.  those  days  were  gone,  and  the  only  thing  his  dad  would  be  cracking  tonight  was  another  beer.  he’d  have  to  look  for  him  later,  get  him  home.  hopefully  he  won’t  stumble  into  th’  fire  before  then.  

he  needed  a  distraction,  too  many  good  memories  stirred  up  had  him  gripping  the  hair  at  the  back  of  his  head  like  a  stressball.  distraction,  distraction,  distraction,  distraction—  “too  many  damn  cold  ones.”  he  muttered  to  himself  walking  towards  the  fire,  wishing  it  was  beer  he  was  talking  about  and  not  the  blood  drinkin  kind.  

a  quick  ‘hey!’  has  his  head  turning  right  around  on  instinct  before  he  can  process  who’s  speaking  and  if  they’re  even  speaking  to  him.  hiraya,  someone  new  in  town,  at  least  to  him,  she’d  moved  here  while  he  was  gone.  the  way  she  ran  up  to  him,  and  greeted  all  familiar-like  had  him  figuring  she  was  either  avoiding  somethin  or  needing  a  distraction  as  well,  and  he  was  happy  to  oblige.

“hey,  raya!”  he  sees  a  woman  eyeing  them  from  behind  and  slings  an  arm  around  hiraya’s  shoulder  like  you  would  friends  and  walks  them  towards  one  of  the  food  tables.  “all  good  that    i  call  ya  that  right?  looked  like  you  could  use  some  help  gettin’  away  from…whatever  it  was?”  he  flashed  her  a  quick,  charming  smile.  truthfully  didn’t  care  what  it  was,  he  was  happy  to  have  something  to  do  that  wasn’t  thinkin  about  his  own  shit.

[kissmets]

relief washes over her, pushing the forming embarrassment aside before it can grow enough to eat up at her. she's normally averse to dragging strangers into her stupid stunts to avoid enabling her mommy issues, but just as the saying goes: desperate times call for desperate measures. the thought of it makes an uncontrollable laugh escape past her lips, curt yet genuine, adding to the illusion of two great friends reunited. the absurdity of it all is just so amusing, nicasio's timing impeccable. suddenly in good spirits, hiraya drapes an arm around his waist, subtly taking the lead in guiding him farther away, out of her mother's earshot. “ you can call me anything you want after saving my ass back there, ” she tells him, eventually stopping to take their new spot at the very end of the food table. she pauses from pretending to peruse through the selection of meals, looking up at him with a sheepish smile, “ i can't say i remember what to call you though. ”

[kissmets]

🪵🔥   EVENT ONE: THE BONFIRE.

6:30 pm. la push beach, somewhere within the warmth of the bonfire's range. open to anyone.

"no wonder you come here often," annabeth tells her, taking an appreciative glance across the beach. the waves crash gently against the shore not too far beyond them, as if celebrating its praise. hiraya pauses, almost startled, before acknowledging her own mother's approval tentatively, "yeah. it's nice here." the cold bit at her cheeks, yet the warmth from the nearby flames provided a comforting sensation. just before she can sink into the atmosphere, let the softness of it all envelope her, her mother speaks once more, "all the time spent here, do you ever stop and think of doing other productive things? like going back to school?" there it is. frustration simmers underneath her skin, but she doesn't want to ruin this night just because of her mother's polite mockery. her eyes dart to everywhere, anywhere, searching for a quick exit instead. then her gaze lands on a passing figure, and she makes a beeline towards them, yelling out an enthusiastic "hey!" as if greeting an old friend.

[kissmets]

[kissmets]

hiraya's wanted connections.

0 / 1 "are you sure you aren't a vampire / werewolf?" ( for vampires / hybrids & shapeshifters. ) "you remind me of ( insert a fictional character who is either a vampire or werewolf )" this girl has seen too many horror movies, read too many folklore wikipedias. she knows silly creatures like fairies, gnomes, vampires, and lycanthropic beings aren't real, hence the casual slip of her knowledge ( no matter how true or not ) about them. now that she made a friend, she began noticing these little quirks about them that seem too familiar, and will say so in the form of playful jabs. it's become a sort of inside joke between them, and it will remain as a joke ... as long as they keep their cool. 0 / 1 same time, same place? ( for anyone who ever hangs out at the beach. ) it started out casual, polite — nodding at each other's existence as they pass by each other along the shore. several more of these interactions and small talk came, thanks to a silly interaction like hiraya's towel making a run like a tumbleweed, or their soccer ball flying too close to where she sat, or something as simple as asking for the time. now they greet each other whenever they see the other — a little routine forming among the sand. they might have started sharing a can of beer or two during their time together, sitting on the same driftwood as they listened to the waves. it's peaceful, easy. perhaps they're both seeking solace within the beach, and unknowingly, now from each other. just two ships in the night.

more to be added! tiny details can be tweaked depending on your muse and the vibes we want :3

[kissmets]

briar's wanted connections.

0 / 1 parental figure. ( preferably graypine members. ) it all started when they began bringing her back home to her actual parents whenever she would run away to the woods as a kid. whether they had done it out of obligation or for the 'right thing', briar had began running to them for company, possibly seeking affection she never got from her parents. they're the same person that told her old stories of the tribe, and perhaps helped her transition into her new life as a shapeshifter. they can be distant ( refusing to be attached / not wanting to overstep / "she's not my responsibility" ) yet still parental, or they can be just as affectionate towards her as she is to them. 0 / 1 the one from the other side. ( for redmaw members. ) the pack is almost briar's entire personality, their connection through minds only solidifying their bond from her viewpoint. it's where her loyalty is weaved from — through thoughts and voices that of course, would say that graypine is the best, always right ... but a voice pierces through, one louder than the rest, all over from the other side. agony and anger can be felt and soon her body's shaking from its rawness, as if she also felt the pain. she finds herself wondering whether they were being too tolerant. complacent. maybe, in a way, their pack had led to this one big grief. weren't they supposed to be the protectors of land? maybe it's time they do something about it.

more to be added! tiny details can be tweaked depending on your muse and the vibes we want :3