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[oftimeslostlongago]

If there was one thing he hated, it was magic. He honestly thought when he died that would be it, no more bullshit with magic and curses. Except now he seemed to be in modern day London. Maybe some trick his father had played, but what was the point in any of it if he couldn't get back to Storybrooke? His family was there, his son was there. Emma was... standing right there? "Emma?" was this real... or did it mean something had happened to her?

@itwcsmcroon for Emma

[ohbambix]

❝ 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕧𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕞 𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕤𝕝𝕦𝕘 ❞ | @itwcsmcroon

Insults weren't usually something to stick a landing. Maybe it was because life on the Isle permanently would thicken a villain's skin as insults were fed to them like mothers milk. Or maybe it was the fact that he grew up with two sisters, who enjoyed having insult contests over the dinner table and it always felt like a piece of home.

"The thing about slugs, duckling," he purrs, leaning against the nearest solid surface, "is they always leave a noticeable trail behind. Whether it's out of making a positive impression or not, one only has to put the salt away to find out." Somewhere, Gil is proud. "So is that a no to sharing hot cocoa?"

[oftimeslostlongago]

That was fair, and really the reaction he expected. He knew what he'd done, even if his intentions had been in the right place, it hadn't changed what had happened to her. He knew it would end up with her getting back to her family, that was all that had mattered at the time. "You don't need to... I meant what I said back then, I just want you to be happy. If that's not with me, I get it" just as long as she was happy, that was all that really mattered. His feelings towards her might not have changed, but this was his problem, not hers. Everything had always been so complicated, but really what chance did they have with their parents? Hers were good but constantly being chased by evil, and his father had been lost to evil. "Just thought I'd say it this time when we weren't in a life or death situation" he added, hoping to slightly lighten the mood. He still wasn't sure what this place was, or if his father had a hand in it, but least it seemed like there was less things trying to kill them all of the time. "Besides, what matters now is our son" and whatever this place was, it meant he might have a chance to be in his life. How could he not be grateful for that?

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“But if we loved again, I swear I’d love you right” - Neal for Emma @oftimeslostlongago​

it was still surreal and emma doubted that she was going to believe that neal was really here for… awhile. not when the last thing she remembered from home was laying him to rest. while she was happy to see him alive and well and she was happy for henry to have his father back again, the idea of anything else scared her right now. if something happened to him again… she didn’t think she could go through losing him yet again. she was just… tired of hurting when it came to neal cassidy. the three of them had had dinner awhile ago and henry had gone to bed awhile after, leaving the two of them to talk. when he spoke, she let out a sigh, shifting in her seat. “neal, i… can’t think about that right now. i mean, i’m… still trying to wrap my head around you being back at all. i just.. need time.”

[starrcrxssed]

@itwcsmcroon (For Nat)

So the whispers were true. The rumor that Natasha was alive had reached her to the corner of the world where she had ben residing- but she hadn't believed it. How could such a thing be possible? Yelena had never believed in miracles. They certainly didn't happen to russian orphans who had only known control and violence since a very young age. But now, here she was, standing outside a ballet studio, staring through the window at the ghost of her sister. But it was no ghost, she was alive and breathing. With a deep breath, Yelena let herself into the building, not saying a word, just standing there. Taking in the sight, trying to reconcile her reality.

"Is it really you?" She was certain it was, but she needed to hear Natasha confirm it. She needed to make it real.

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[bejcwcled]

' i'm doing good, i'm on some new shit. ' madelyn stewart AKA... morgan stark with no memories FOR papa loki. let's DO THISSSS >:)

"on some new shit? please tell me this is some sort of slang and not what it literally sounds like." loki's paternal instinct went off and he started worrying about his daughter's safety. he liked to think he had raised her to be careful and wouldn't mess around with anything dangerous. "between you and my students... i'm going to have grey hair. just what i need on top of how old you make me feel when you talk like that." he teased smiling at her. @itwcsmcroon

[galindafication]

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"what do you do when you just... don't know what to do?" galinda asked, twirling her hair around her finger. "like, when you're bored. i dunno what to do, makes me even more bored."

[falsifiedshallowed]

HE STILL wasn't used to it. This body, this state, which was saying something as it had been the very one he had been born in. Well, at least, it appeared to be. Nothing had changed too drastically other then the fact that, when he looked at his reflection in any passing window, puddle or reflective surface, the boy who stared back at him was made of hardened bone and warm flesh that could bleed (he had tested such a thing out himself the moment he came to the realisation that he was truly Fiyero once again, purposely cutting his fingertip on the edge of a newspaper to stare dumbfounded at the sight of the crimson that tapered the edges of the white corner before it it hit him that such an action had...hurt) as opposed to a bundle of straw, fabric and stiches that was unable to feel any pain inflicted upon him. It was all a very odd sensation, as though he couldn't fully register the level of change happening to him simply because it all happened so fast. He'd passed out during the beatings thrown upon him by the Gale Force when he had been held in their capture as, regardless of the fight he put up, the reminder that these men he had once called his co-workers had the upper-hand was an apparent one in these circumstances. When he'd awoken, he had certainly felt...different with this being an umbrella term for the many oddities that plagued him the second Fiyero's vision had unblurred. How was he not dead would have been the first question he would have asked if the first thing the prince had picked up on hadn't been how he couldn't exactly ask himself anything in the now silent realms of his own mind. His first 'thought' was how he couldn't find himself having any, as though his twisted longing for escape from his own unruly mind had come back to haunt him. What should have been freeing felt so mortifying yet his heart was still very much in tact both then and during whatever journey he and the likes of Dorothy from Kansas embarked on and it ached for one person and one alone - Elphaba. She had saved his life, this had to be her doing. Was she okay? Did she know he were alive? That was the very reason he had written her that damn note in the first place, to offer her hope and let any grief she may feel not be permanent whilst also planning some form of escape in the process. Sweet Lurline, where was she now? Was she back there in the outskirts of Oz with him here in this place? He needed to reach her...somehow. And as it felt as though he had just gotten used to his lack of weight in each step, it returned to him in a single, aggressive gust, with both circumstances resulting in Fiyero's body language being far more rigid and clumsy than the norm possessed by those around him.

It wasn't until Fiyero truly focused on the person beneath him that his face seemed to falter from its more smile-orientated exterior for a moment, studying each individual feature on the girl's face as if he were searching for a reason why she seemed so familiar. Perhaps it was the way her voice made his insides feel as though they were melting, turning into butter that began to seep into the face of a warm piece of toast. It was the only thing he had seen lately that allowed him to feel comfortable, as if talking to this stranger (she couldn't be a stranger, could she?) was something more than just embarrassed apologies and scurrying off without a word to follow in hopes they would never interact again. Fiyero...didn't want this lock of eye contact to end. He felt as if he was going through different shelves in his mind, unpacking it and throwing objects aside and opening boxes whilst in the midst of uncovering something greater and he seemed close to lifting the lid of just the right box however, that was put to a halt when the girl was up and on her feet yet even then, Fiyero's gaze didn't falter. His hand hung in the air for a moment more, as if it hadn't quite hit him yet that she had rejected the offer and it was once he noted that instead of being on the ground, this woman was at his level, the boy scurried across the pavement to grasp a few loose papers before the wind took them for their own and rushed back to stand before her, not speaking for a moment with his mouth open just slightly as though he wanted to say something but wasn't sure how to - like he had just forgotten how to converse.

❛ F-fine, I'm fine, ❜ it took Fiyero a entire minute of standing motionless and silence before he spoke again, his voice sounding that little more wavered as his act of confidence slipped and his brown eyes averted to the paper once it clocked that he had been staring at this stranger for just a little too long now. He then used this as an excuse to introduce himself, letting his hand out forward once more with the accompanying items before stating that his name was Fiyero in a tone that seemed to reflect just how lost in his thoughts he truly was. At least that offered more confirmation that he wasn't hallucinating the absence of his scarecrow physique , ❛ Sorry, I just...this is going to sound very weird but..have we met before? ❜

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FIYERO wasn't one for deep contemplation. If anything, that was something which the male found himself purposely avoiding amongst most circumstances as, although he was one who seemingly prided himself on an existence of carelessness to the public eye, internally it were a game of 'tag' taking place in the forefront of his mind involving just about every emotion you could imagine - usually negative - chasing him around the labyrinth that was his own cluster of thoughts until it overwhelmed him enough to shut him down. He never told anyone of such, of course but on occasion even he could note that his thoughtless and outgoing nature was an evident façade. The key word here is 'note' as he knew better than anyone that acknowledgment meant facing the problem and he wasn't going to be one to do that anytime soon. Perhaps he could stick to just subconscious awareness. All he had to do was run fast enough, keep himself constantly moving and he would be the winner of this game. That was what he told himself anyway, he refused to accept that a single metaphorical twist of the ankle that could force him to slow down could change things forever. So, had anyone been planning to tell him that the twist of the ankle would have been a girl who he (well, not him, per say but an affiliate of him while he slept comfortably in the back of said carriage) nearly ran over with a Goddamn carriage? But that was a story for another day. And a long one, at that.

Regardless of such factors, it was getting increasingly more difficult to not let his thoughts get to him when he were wondering around a city that . . . definitely not home even though that term meant a million different things to him as of late but this sure as hell wasn't one of them. It resembled nothing of anything he knew and that alone put him in a state of utter unease regardless of how his feet kept moving him forward. In actuality, a lot wasn't making sense to him right now but I think in these circumstances, we gotta deal with everything one step at a time. This also meant that actually paying attention to those around him wasn't of the utmost priority to him so, when he turned the corner and was seconds away from nearly slamming into another body, Fiyero didn't react until it was clear that walking around them wasn't exactly an option as of right now and jerking himself to the side only meant that it was their shoulders that made contact as opposed to their faces prior to hitting the ground so, maybe that was an improvement? It was astonishing how someone could be so good yet awful on their feet at the same time.

" SORRY, sorry - Going to be honest, I did not see you coming," The boy began as a more light-hearted jab at an apology while he attempted to scramble back up to his feet (it worked after a few good effects) before reaching a hand out in the direction of the latest victim of his own absentmindedness, "I hope I didn't make you break a rib or anything like that." ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀(@walstarterblog)

[moonglowmuses]

even prior to meeting frank, bill had done a lot of GARDENING. doing so helped him to clear his head while also enabling him to be self-sustaining in terms of his food resources. that morning, while he was tending to a patch, he noticed a person stopping to look at him and at what he was doing. "would you like some fresh CARROTS?" he suggested, shrugging after he had done so. "i have a hefty stash of them. i won't eat them all and i would hate to be WASTEFUL."

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[heroestales]

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Leia Organa was not one for clumsiness. Maybe it was her political training or connection with the force, but this was different. She had never seen these things as cars. maybe they were like speeders. She must have been to close though for something had grabbed her that didn't feel like a hand. it felt- webbed. But the former politician couldn't help smiling slightly at her savior. Adrenaline pumping through her veins. How could she explain that she wasn't from here? This lanky man nearly her age had moved so quickly. Like a jedi. Like a hero. "You can't be sweet and a hero." the brunette weakly teased. "Its unfair. Did you know those things go so quickly and their drivers don't seem to see people?"

[teltales]

“Magic is real you know? You shouldn’t just mess with it like that.” - emma and anastasia

"Then why don't you teach me how I should mess with it?" Anastasia had only just learned that magic was real, herself — messing around with some stupid spell-books in the name of getting into the Halloween spirit — only to find that she could actually do some of the spells. "And don't tell me you don't know how. No one talks the way that you do unless they fancy themselves some type of expert on the subject." @itwcsmcroon

[demongemz]

itwcsmcroon​:​

the other was certainly interesting. definitely someone that america could see herself chilling with around this place and she did need friends. particularly considering he was from… not her own universe, clearly, but her own multiverse. because that was a working theory she had… that there were people here from other universes outside of their own multiverse. “sure, no problem. and yeah, it’s one of my powers actually. i can travel the multiverse. at least until recently when i ended up here. oh damn, spider-punk? that’s fuckin’ awesome, dude, little on the nose, but awesome, nonetheless. ah, well if you need assistance in figuring out your way in this more modern version, let me know if i can help. i’m america chavez, by the way. it’s good to meet you.”

Hobie was grateful to know he ran into someone who understood the multiverse after all it save time on explanation and it also ensured that maybe he’d have an ally outside of the old Spider Society. This place in Miguel was right it took a couple of their friends and wiped their memories especially Gwen, Lucky he’d gotten to Miles and he retained his memory but the two of them against Miguel were still stretching it. “That is badass, Man could have used your powers a couple of times back in the day, we had these little bracelets that did that work but the man in charge turned into a right asshole so I quit that gig. Yeah, I’m all about standing against injustice and fighting the patriarchal bullshit.  That would be pretty amazing if you could, this is a whole new fish bowl for me than my normal London. Nice to meet you, America Chavez, I’m Hobie Brown” He mused giving her a small salute. @itwcsmcroon​

[ohbambix]

[ 𝔽𝔼𝕊𝕋𝕀𝕍𝔸𝕃 ] 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕠 𝕥𝕠 𝕒 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕧𝕒𝕝. | @itwcsmcroon

Kurt had never experienced a winter carnival before. The one's that popped up around Ohio were usually used as religious propaganda instead of just enjoying winter and a bit of fun, so he had opted out anytime the opportunity had been given. But this? Every cool blue, white, and purple lights that lit up the night, with squeals of glee excitement as other carnival goers took advantage of the many rides and games offered. And the one thing Kurt wanted out of all of this?

"Oh, can we go skating? Maybe get hot cocoa?" It's tradition, an inner voice whispers. "Both? Both. Come on." Although not being touchy feely, he still extends a hand towards his partner, Morgan, not even trying to hide the childish joy bubbling over on his face.

[screamsmeared]

(@itwcsmcroon || marta cabrera) "YOU KNOW, I NEVER USED TO BE INTO HALLOWEEN." it felt taboo to admit that in certain places, but it was true. not the whole story, but true. "pulling out pumpkin guts just didn't seem like a good time. and my parents were the type to make me give away all my candy, anyway. dad was a dentist." wasn't he? "but—it's starting to grow on me. at least now that i don't have to do the carving myself." much easier to grab a fake—ceramic, not plastic—pumpkin.

[starrcrxssed]

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(For Diana)

Samantha didn't have a lot of friends here in London. Ok, scratch that, she had no friends here in London. Her therapist had insisted that now more than ever, she needed a support system. "Join a cooking class" she'd said "Or take up archery. Sewing. Pottery, do something where you can meet people. Make friends." Sam had emphatically rolled her eyes at the doctor, but the words echoed in her mind. She was perfectly capable of making new friends. She's got this.

"Hey!" The usually stoic and almost melancholy woman exclaimed a little too enthusiastically at the girl seated a few bar stools down from her. "I really like your....jacket." The pause made it awkward. Yeah, she definitely don't got this.

[wildcstdrcams]

Elena & MorgMad ( @itwcsmcroon )

While things were certainly strange here, Elena was surprised to find that she didn't hate it. Her job was fantastic, she'd met a couple new people she could consider friends, and she enjoyed being able to explore the city when she had down time. She was walking through the aisles of a pharmacy near her apartment. Even though she didn't need medication or anything that humans did, she had been looking through different makeup. Now that she still happily used. When she looked up and saw herself, she first assumed it was her reflection, but then things began to click into place. This girl was wearing a different outfit. Her hair was different. "Um, hi," she started, confusion written all over her features. Was this person real or was she more stressed than she thought? "Who are you?"

[demongemz]

itwcsmcroon​:

rey knew that john’s life was complicated to say the least and while she saw him as family, she didn’t get herself more involved in it than he wanted her to be. it was why even though she was curious about the woman from his past that he’d rekindled his relationship and marriage with, she’d kept her distance for the time being. until the day that jill had dropped into her garage herself. she gave the other a small smile when she saw her, getting up from the bench she’d been wrapping up some work order forms for and holding out her hand to shake the others’. “yeah, that’s me. you must be jill then? it’s good to meet you finally.” she said before nodding. “and i would love to go to lunch with you. let me just close up right quick and we can go.”

Jill had been curious about the other for a while, of course, she’d known that John rarely allowed anyone close, especially after all the betrayal and heartbreak he suffered but this girl seemed worth enough of his praise and care. When she heard the other speak she allowed a smile to grace her lips “Yes, that’s me, It’s wonderful to meet you Rey, I hope you don’t mind me dropping by but I’ve been looking forward to meeting you” She offers in terms of an explanation to her sudden appearance. “Of course dear, take all the time you need, you know when John told me you worked here I had to admit I was very impressed, I’m terrible at anything mechanical that was always one of John’s specialties” she mused waiting for the other to close up “What are you hungry for? I figured I’d let you pick the place we eat at.” @itwcsmcroon