#chaosfate

[respirgender]

if flags for this already exists, consider ours to be (an) alts. no energy for ID. flags put together by aux/rook (it/its).

chaosfate and destructionfate

chaosfate - a gender under genderfate (link) related to chaos and fate (examples: fated to be chaos/chaotic, fated in a chaos way, etc).

destructionfate - a gender under genderfate related to destruction and fate (examples: fated to destroy, fated in a destruction way, etc).

[remembranced]

@chaosfate -- ;

"These bozos so don't need these Light Cones."

Was it ethical to utilize his powers to stun the bevy of guards manning this IPC freighter? Probably not. It took a grand amount of audacity for their faction to try and regulate the trade of a Memokeeper's bread and butter, but he supposed human arrogance--

"Don't mind me, my dude. Rest is alllll yours."

[resonette]

@chaosfate ↻ ♡   (  not accepting.  ) 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 . . .   dirty laundry , nickelback.

every rose has its thorns.

the woman entering the run-down galactic bar was evidence enough of that. far too pretty to be a regular and far too uptight to be a criminal, one thing was for sure: seren amphelos did not belong here. everything about her expression, the way she carried herself, the way she ordered her drink read law, and it was for that reason, and the gun on her hip, that there was an edge to the patrons here at the intergalactic tavern , of sorts. she didn't say much, though, aside from her drink order - something simple, smooth. decently strong, yet very obviously a beginner's drink. she sips it, and if she's affected by the taste, it doesn't read on her lips as she takes a cursory glance around the room. eyes, one dark, one golden, lock onto a red jacket somewhere over by a booth, and she approaches.

when seren makes her way to the booth, leaning against one of the structural beams that kept this place upright, she smiles. the red of her lipstick matches the red of his jacket, and she wonders: was there blood on his hands that was the same color as hers, or was he so good at what he did that there was no need for gunplay? she sips her drink again, unblinking, and then in a motion all too fluid to not imply she's done something like this before, she sits down in front of him. smiling.

" you are not an easy man to find, you know. " seren says, and she hums. " i'm seren. i've heard a great deal about you. "

[constellaris]

@chaosfate : *stares back*

Is this a staring contest?

[vxmpirehunterd]

💕 for the shtis n giggles

Send 💕 and my muse will use The Love Calculator to see how compatible they are.

"Is my luck turning around?"

[icefell]

actions speak louder than words | accepting

@chaosfate asked: pluck, sender plucks something out of receiver's hair , ❛ oo ! shiny ! ❜

The abruptness clearly caught March off guard - it took a moment for her to process what had happened before a glare painted over her ivory features.

"hey! that's my hairclip! what's your deal?? Didn't your Mother ever tell you not to take things from others? GIMMIE THAT"

[stellarhistoria]

"Hey. Hey Jack. Guess what."

"Good news for once, not here to attack you. Actually, I'm here to tell you ── Katie's seven months pregnant."

@chaosfate

[llunarum]

'-should be smilin' bout that-', why would he smile about getting a job? The words painting an annoyed grimace on his face. Having a job was nothing to smile about, he could get one whenever he liked, it was only a way to pass the time to him. Pass the time and make a ton of money that he'd never really use.

Still it was easier to tolerate when there was literal money on the table.

❝You want a smile then pay me for one. I'm here to take your job not listen to you chat away, or give a smile for having a prospect.❞

@chaosfate m.