#imnotthesavior

[cryptidofficer]

Cont’d || @imnotthesavior​

          ❝ Can go either way, depends on which one you’re feelin’ more. ❞ A smile plays at his lips as he gives a casual shrug of his shoulders. 

          ❝ You sayin’ I could derive some divine knowledge through that drink? Damn, if only I’d known sooner. I’d be a master of judging someone’s character without even looking at ‘em. ❞ Brown eyes glimmer in amusement at the idea. ❝ Let’s just say for the sake of it that I’m talkin’ in metaphor. At least for this question anyway.  ❞

[rumdaydreams]

“ Need eyes in the crow’s nest! ”

Hook hardens in on the mizzen sail, the sheet is wrapped painfully tight about his good arm, but there’s little he can do to relieve the pressure of it when the Jolly is hauling wind in a storm like this. His silver hook is slippery with sea water but he angles his arm so it holds the ship’s course as steady as he can manage it. 

“ For fuck’s sake! Up through the lubber’s hole on the main---I need eyes where I haven’t any! ”   Sailing the Jolly without her full complement is hard enough, sailing her direct into a storm without so much as a set of eyes on the horizon is harder still. 

“ Swan! We’ll knockdown if I don’t get a read on that whirlpool! ”

@imnotthesavior hit the  ♥

[brokenvengeance]

@imnotthesavior || starter call

Regina had always been incredibly lonely. She had suffered with the horrible feeling through childhood, through her marriage, and even into her years reigning as Queen. It had been described as a hole in her heart, something that consumed her and left her feeling empty. Until Henry came along.

But now the loneliness was back, creeping at the edge of her heart as she silently watched those around her chat and laugh and enjoy themselves. She had consumed a death curse to save her mortal enemy and the woman who had taken her child away from her. The pain of the horrible death curse still ricocheted through her body, pinging from her arm to her heart to her stomach, making her feel queasy and putting her off her food. But the loneliness was what was making her truly feel sick. And the sad fact was... she didn’t have any friends.

She pushed her untouched lasagne around her plate as those who despised her gobbled their share and ignored her completely. That was to be expected, of course. How could they forgive her? How could they give her another chance? Why would they want to befriend the woman who had caused them such pain and misery? Her shoulders slumped as she regarded her food once more. Coming to this welcome home party had been a mistake, and now that Henry was preoccupied chatting with a dwarf, she had nobody left to talk to. Perhaps it was time for her to head come and get some well-deserved rest.

[captkillianjcnes]

" i don’t have to know everything. just what you’re comfortable telling me. "

therapy; talking about trauma; post-trauma starters | @imnotthesavior

"And if I’m not actually comfortable with saying anything at all?” he muttered under his breath, before Killian even realized such words had left his lips at all. He rarely talked about before, about his past, and kept it buried deep and very, very close to the vest, as the saying went. The losses, what had happened to lead to him even being the way that he was--all of it were things Killian rarely told anyone. And the one person he might have considered telling once upon a time was no longer even there. 

And she was the reason he’d been on this path in the first place. 

“I’ve lived a long, long time. There’s a lot you don’t know about me, despite whatever reports he seems to have think he’s gained over whatever weaknesses he’s exploited.” Killian’s look turned sour, briefly, as he scowled when thoughts turned towards Gold for a small moment, the doctor the epitome of a mad scientist with his experiments, as far as Killian was concerned. The torment Killian endured--between the sunlight, the stakes, the silver, the lack of blood to feed him well--they’d all turned it into a science, just how to make his suffer. 

He hated them all for it. 

“Because I know what he’s doing now. I know he’s listening. He’ll know whatever it is I tell you, and he’ll--” He’ll use it, like he does everything else. Because as much as Killian wanted to trust her, and wanted to let her in fully, he also knew he couldn’t do that. 

[nautilusfirstmate-blog]

celebrating the holidays on tumblr a little differently this year. in the past, i haven’t done a whole lot through my rp blogs to celebrate, and this year i wanted to change that. and what better way than to shine some light on the handful of rp partners i’ve had over the last 4 years that have made my time here so much better than it could’ve ever been without them?

please note there is no order to these, and i adore every one of the people i will be posting about to the max

12 Baes of Christmas

Sam aka @imnotthesavior @mommajxnes @drinksrum

This girl. Sam was one of the early people I met when I first joined the OUaT rp fandom. I’m pretty sure we joined within a couple months of each other, and we’ve been together ever since. Even if our interactions have been limited lately thanks life but I still love this girl to death. So much so that, despite recent canon developments, Killian and Liam I’s mother will always always always be named evelynn, and not alice. Although I don’t RP on Killian much anymore (read: once in a blue moon), the development in our verses will always be held onto because her Emma is just that important to him.

[withoutapprcval]

“just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.”

Drizella shook her head wildly, like the thought of actually being okay was way out of her comprehension. “Leave me alone, just--god, please leave..” She whimpered, taking in several deep breaths but whatever she did didn’t seem to loosen the pressure in her chest. She wondered if this was what a panic attack was supposed to be like but even though she told Emma to go, she was gripping her hand with all the strength she could muster. 

“Why does...why does it hurt so much?” She finally asked after a moment, all of her snobby, ‘rich girl’ pretenses disappearing like that and all that was left was the girl before the curse was cast, who just wanted someone to be proud.

[chooseboth-a]

@imnotthesavior + cont.

      “Oh, maybe just once or twice.” Ruby grins from her perch on the arm of Emma’s chair, one long leg crossing smoothly over the other. “Please, forget about the cravings; with the way GRANNY’S been feeding you since she found out you’re having a baby? You’ll be lucky if it doesn’t come out superhuman.”

[imtinkerbell]

imnotthesavior replied to your post: this would be a good time to remind the world that...

no joke I found a fic once where THIS WAS USED AS A THING

used as a fle*hlight yes i am familiar with it iT WAS A REALLY SAD FIC THO AT THE END OF THE DAY SO MESSED UP

[snowfallens]

“Now you’re just being cheesy.”

❛     OH  COME ON  .   just  put  them  on  !      ❜       riding  boots  are  forced  into  her  hands  ,  the  mother  vibrating  in  excitement   .   ❛       horseback  riding  is  an  important  skill  .   it’ll be  fun  ;  a  mother  daughter  activity  ,  we’ll  call  it  .      ❜  a  warm  smile  ,  and  a  firm  hand  is  placed  on  her  shoulder  . ❛  come  on  emma  .   i  really  want  to  share  this  with  you  .    ❜

[wishingonquarters-blog]

❝ what are you going as for halloween this year? ❞

🎃    HALLOWEEN   SENTENCE    PROMPTS  !

@imnotthesavior

         “Candy is the main object of course. I have to get a pillowcase full of candy and I want to wear a super scary costume.” Lucy declares because those were of course the most important things to do when it came to Halloween. Wasn’t nearly as important. “What are you going to for Halloween?”

[thepiratehero-a]

@imnotthesavior wanted a psych au (room 133) starter.

It had been two months since the car accident and a month since the accident with the glass. At least that was what the staff were calling them. “Accidents” Nobody had any idea what really happened. And nobody had ever really asked. Though he wasn’t particularly talkative since then. He had remained silent in the psych unit of the hospital. Most of the time he was simply staring at the wall. The nurses had IV’s in him for his medications and food. It wasn’t as if he responded to any food they brought him.

The one thing that did surprise him was that Emma visited him every day. And he never understood why. Even though she didn’t always talk a lot. Sometimes she would just sit at his bedside and eat her lunch, or read. It continued to confuse him when she spent her days off there all day. It was as if she actually cared about him. And that was the most confusing thing about it. Nobody cared about him. At least. . . everyone who cared about him had been killed. 

When she came in he usually didn’t look up at her or even acknowledge that he knew she was there. But this time he did. When she sat in the chair next to him, he risked it and looked over at her. Though he didn’t say a word he had a feeling that his expression of confusion and curiosity would convey the question he wanted to ask. “Why was she there?”

[elsaofarendelle-archive]

@ @ @ @ @

For every ‘@’ sent (anon or not) I WILL mention and post some positivity about a fellow tumblr user.

Emma blogs, I love you. since my first day in this fandom, you have been so kind to me and loved my Elsa. The friendship between Elsa and Emma gives me life and it’s honestly because of @imnotacharacter , @imnotthesavior  ,@her28thyear , and @grcwingstrcng . I know this has five @’s but I’ve only really written with you four in length. You’re fantastic at writing Emma and I admire that no matter what clusterfuck plots OUAT put out over the years you have kept Emma consistently in character and uniquely yours. It’s my hope that with the release of S7 you’ll still be there with me writing and having fun. 

[ofdarkdust]

❛   emma , can i watch  ?   ❜  the young child has always been fascinated by the blonde sheriff . he is constantly begging his father to allow him to the station .  it is often his mother who brings him there  --- but he gets there all the same .  gideon pulls up a stool next to emma.  fascination on his face ,  a small smile .   

@imnotthesavior     ♡

[jollyrogerjones]

❛ we’ll always have yesterday. ❜

◢☸◣ There was a strange emptiness to her reassurance, as if she knew neither of them could possibly be content with memories of times so barely cherishable in their fragility. They had only just begun to respect one another for who they truly were, and to respect themselves over how they truly felt.

“Yes,” he responded with a weak smile, casting a furtive glance up toward her face. “There is always that.” His voice trailed off as if in wish of saying something more, but finding himself woefully unequipped for words; months later and this woman continued to baffle him in how she’d moved him from a sharp, angry wit to near bashfulness, humbled by her willingness to lend aid when he had given her no reason to do so.

“You’ll be leaving early, then?” He queried, his head canting to the side as he watched her, sinking to a perch on the edge of a stone bench in the garden and resting his elbows upon his knees. It was a warm Summer night, even with the salty breeze of the ocean dashing against the rocks not so far off. ◢☸◣

[atemyboyfriend]

@imnotthesavior liked for a starter!

🐾          ❝ You don’t know the definition of fun, do you? ❞ Ever since Emma had arrived in town, getting the newly appointed depute to indulge in anything akin to a good time was like pulling teeth. Girls night was hardly a raucous evening of debauchery and carnal dalliances ( usually ), and the waitress couldn’t understand why the blonde was so hell-bent on avoiding a night of drinking and dancing ( and free drinks, if Ruby upped her flirting game ). ❝ Would it kill you to step away from the boring non-crimes of Storybrooke and have a little excitement in this droll town? I already know Graham doesn’t put you on night shifts, so what’s your excuse? ❞

[cryptidofficer]

“You enjoying the view over there?”

SENTENCE STARTERS. Flirty/Suggestive/NSFW Edition. || @imnotthesavior

          Leave it to him to get caught staring. One day his ability to zone out was going to be the end of him, he only hoped today wasn’t the day.❝ Uh... ❞ Not a strong start to his defense.❝ Sorry. Guess you were an easy thing to rest my eyes on. ❞ ALSO not a good defense.

          All he can do is sigh at himself, rub his temple, and question how he’d made it this far into his life with so few brain cells.❝ I should... probably stop talking now...  ❞