#multiversalshenanigans

[essentiamortis]

@multiversalshenanigans sent a raven : "Elizabeth, Darling. Are you almost ready?" (from Persephone)

physically, she's READY. mentally, elizabeth feels like a lost cause. the king of olympus demanded - or requested as her dear father put it - a meeting with the demigoddess. how interesting she is. a child raised amongst the dead, hidden from the eyes of olympus. more importantly - hidden away from zeus and poseidon. she'd rather endure another year of dealing with kronos and his mind games than to set foot upon the marble floor of that throne room. no - to even catch a glimpse of that place felt like a cold dagger plunging into her already shattered heart.

elizabeth is dressed in the dress that persephone had laid out for her. she runs her fingers down the light grey leather on her shoulders to the dark-laced bodice. she opted to have her auburn hair down - thankful that javier had ran a brush through it that morning. for the first time - she felt like her old self but numb from the grief.

"yeah, mama. i'm ready."

[orderhasfallen]

@multiversalshenanigans asked : ❝ did you do this ? ❞ (Omera for Grogu)

Grogu looked up at the woman and then down at his little formation of rocks. He'd been working on using the force. Stacking them in cool formations and piles. He babbled and nodded. He wondered if she wanted to join him. Maybe play a bit. He patted the spot next to him, cooing softly.

[starsallalight]

@multiversalshenanigans : Belle & Graham

The storm had built in intensity over the last several hours, and it was with immeasurable relief that Belle approached the light flickering in the distance. A tavern, she realized upon reaching the door. True, she had no coins to offer the innkeeper, the last bit of what she had being stolen while she wandered through some random town a week or so back.

When she made the decision to run in the dead of night, to leave everything behind, she knew that her life would change. That it would no longer be what she was used to. The struggle would be more abundant. But it was better than what surely would have been her fate had she stayed. Still... Belle hadn't not found much to eat in this part of the forest. She felt ready to drop. Between her hunger and the weather, she'd not likely survive the night if she couldn't find shelter. But she what other choice did she have? She'd never know if she never asked.

Stepping inside, Belle looked around and made her way up to the bar. Lowering the hood of her torn and tattered cloak, she brushed the drenched and dirty hairs out of her eyes and tossed the braid over her shoulder. Offering a smile to the innkeeper. "Hello. I was wondering if you might exchange a bit of food and a room for some work?"

"We don't take in charity cases." The man spat coldly. "Be gone with you."

"Charity?" Belle gasped, affronted. "Last time I checked, trading labor, the same as one would money, is hardly charity. You exchange your labor to get paid, and I offer mine in the same vein. I don't ask for money. I don't ask for anything for free! I'll cook. I'll clean. Just a bowl of stew and a bed is all I ask!"

"I said be gone, wench!"

"Please, the storm... I... I have nowhere to go. I'll die without shelter!"

"You keep up that begging, and you'll die sooner! Now you can leave on your own two feet, or I'll throw you out."

Defiance flashing in her eyes, and a snarl tugging at her lips, Belle lifted her hood and trudged back toward the door; making sure to slam it as hard as she could behind her.

Trying to pull the cloak in closer, she lingered for a moment trying to decide on a place to go. Well, it looked like it was trying to find another barn or stable to pass the night in...

[purelysnow]

❝ i want to help you. please, let me help you. ❞ (from Graham, please?)

Timidly, Mary Margaret stands back, unknowing if she should let the town sheriff help her. Regina held an incredible amount of disdain, though Mary Margaret could never figure out why. The girl kept mostly to herself, teaching the younger generation and volunteering her time to read to a John Doe. After a moment, Mary Margaret sighed as she stayed still, her foot trapped in rubble from slipping on the trail in the forest in town. "Okay. It's just.. my foot is stuck. That's all," she spoke, her voice soft.

[kallistcs]

@multiversalshenanigans asked: "I need you to be on your best behavior today." (From Persephone for Adonis)

"Okay."

Awkwardly, Adonis brushed himself down, though he didn't think he'd managed to become dirty since he dressed that morning. It wasn't that long ago - just a couple hours - so surely not. The warning merely felt as if he somehow must have managed it, though the thirteen year old couldn't figure out how that might be, if so.

"Is something happening?" Adonis asked with a wide-eyed, half-confused, half-curious look plain on his face. "Did I forget something was gonna happen today and you've already told me what it is?"

He hoped not. That kept happening - though admittedly, some of it was him intentionally 'forgetting' until he really had forgotten. But this time, he didn't think it was that. He might just honestly have forgotten. But maybe it just hadn't come up before now.

Which, of course, just made him more curious.

[timeguardians]

"Your Majesty, would you honor me with a dance?" (From Phillip for Clara)

Incorrigible, a whimsical smile blooms across Clara's painted lips. Her eyes fondly inch upwards towards Phillip. "It would be a pleasure, my nutcracker soldier." Delicate white-gloved fingers offer to curl about his sturdy hand.

There's a soft swish of her skirts as she moves to follow his trusted lead. "Where did you learn to dance?" She deigns to asks. Her heart feeling a surge of pride in just how talented he must be, for no one, lacking grace, would be so swift to engage.

[landofgodsxmonsters]

|| CLOSED || Leda & Hestia ||

@multiversalshenanigans

“Auntie!” The exclamation was accompanied by a hug to the goddess, something that most campers wouldn't do even with their godly parent. Leda did not care though, her happiness at seeing the Goddess clear enough. “I've missed you, you should use everyone's favoritism to visit more often.” She was mostly joking, but over all the other Gods did tend to indulge Hestia more often then any of the others.

[cupcakesmuses]

for Glinda @multiversalshenanigans

Now that Dorothy and her friends were gone, wanting one more day to explore the city and of course the parade in Dorothy's honor for killing the Wicked Witch, Oz could drop the mask of Great and Wonderful and lament on his true terrible feelings. Elphaba had such potential. The things they could have done together...

He couldn't get that smile out of his head. The way she believed in him, the way he had let her down...

Elphaba's enchanted broom sat in his hands, lifeless. He had hoped perhaps some of that magic might have stayed. But for the first time, not for his own gain, but to remember a girl he had let down so badly. To have something of that extraordinary green girl left.

"I don't know why you're so despondent, dearie. I thought it went quiet well... They seemed thrilled to shreds with their brains and hearts and everything..." Madame Morrible seemed as cold and dismissive as ever. Elphaba not joining their side seemed to have spurred the elemental witch as some deeply personal betrayal.

The Wizard shook his head, leaning back in his throne. He had bigger problems now. The girl and her odd friends knew of his deception. He had endeared himself to them, but there was no way of knowing if they would keep his secret like he convinced them to. That scarecrow seemed oddly familiar... and the hardest to persuade.

Only moments later Glinda the Good came into the room. Oz sat up, recognizing the hat she held in her hands. Morrible barely even blinked. Thank goodness for Glinda, being his ambassador, his beacon of hope to the people of OZ. Morrible didn't have the charm for that, she never had the charisma. It was up to people like himself and Glinda, though hers was far more effortless, for the people to rally behind. She certainly wasn't the heir he had hoped for, but it was the position she had earned. Tagging along with Elphaba that day had been some twist of fate, then, loosing her friend, loosing her fiance... Glinda deserved to take his place when it was time.

Dorothy had told him of Elphaba's demise. Death by bucket of water seemed rather ridiculous, but the Land of OZ was filled with things he'd been trying to grapple with for decades.

"I'm so sorry, Glinda, about Elphaba. If... if only she could have seen things our way."

[betterto-die-thanto-crawl]

follow me and stay close . (For Solus from Sabé)

Solus maintained his stony frown but nodded, unclipping his blaster holster. For a moment, he let go, trying to feel what was going on around them before nodding again. "It's safe..." Something was wrong, though... or maybe... something was calling to him? He could feel it, twisting in his gut. He ached for his mother's broken lightsaber that was hidden in his pack. All he needed was a crystal. Was this his chance?

@multiversalshenanigans

[orchestrahearts]

"You stole my life from me, you're not my mother." (for Mel from Rapunzel)

”For the last time, I was protecting you. You don’t know what it’s like out there.”

[essentiamortis]

@multiversalshenanigans sent a raven : spotify wrapped has arrived. send me a 🎁 for me to shuffle. (From Cleïs, please?)

who's afraid of little old me - tay/lor sw/ift

"isn't that what they all said? that i'm fearsome and i'm wretched." she asks, shadows withdrawing from her form.

she was eavesdropping - a nasty habit she's picked up from her father. always watching from the shadows.

[starsallalight]

@multiversalshenanigans : Belle Léa & Graham

There was little that Léa Sauveterre loved more than peace and quiet, especially after long days at work. She loved her job, and she adored the kids she taught. But it was a welcome refuge to come back to the stillness of the trees at the end of the day. With her faithful best friend curled up at her feet and the setting sun at her back, Léa could let all her troubles go and just be.

At least, as long as Loup didn't run off. The wolf-dog was usually quite good about staying at her side. In fact he barely even let her out of his sight. But she knew by now to trust his body language and reactions.

The moment Loup's ears pricked and he lifted his head, she was on guard. Before she could do more than stiffen, however, the wolf-dog took off into the trees, barking. Shutting the sketchpad, and following him, Léa soon froze and gave a sigh of relief.

"Oh, it's just you, Sheriff! You startled me. Loup, down! Sit. Good boy. It's not often we come across anyone else way out here. Is everything all right?"

[orderhasfallen]

Ryoo looked at the girl and smiled. "Sola. That's my mother's name and yes she's still alive. I am sure that she would love to meet you. She is sad though. My aunt's death really broke her. I think part of her died too." She looked at the tomb. "She was a light. A light to the whole galaxy. I think so many suffered when she died." Ryoo frowned.

She looked back to Leia. "Would you like to know about her? I could tell you stories. I've tried to remember all these years. I don't want to forget her."

Her birth mother loved her very much, Leia had wondered about her birth parents as a child, Ben had told her once that her birth mother was wise, discerning, kindhearted. Traits she'd inherited.

"Ryoo, you mentioned your mother, is she alive, would it... would it be possible for me to meet your family?" Leia didn't know why, but she suddenly felt the need to meet these people she was tied to by blood, a need she'd never had before.

[timeguardians]

❝ May your wisdom grace us until the stars rain down from the heavens. ❞ (from Phillip to Clara)

Clara doesn't feel very clever in this moment. She believes Phillip gifts her far too much credit. Swallowing down hard, she felt the full burden of her mother's legacy crushing down upon her shoulders. The sensation is intense, nearly crippling.

Yet, there is such a burning reassurance etched within his wide-eyed gaze. A reassurance that makes Clara want to rise to the occasion. "You truly believe I -- I can do this, then?" She shiveringly questions. To be left in charge of Four Realms is an awful LARGE responsibility. Wasn't it?

Then, another, instinctive question peels over her lips. "You'll stay at my side, won't you?"

[withinkandquill-aa]

🧹 // Elphaba & Glinda // @multiversalshenanigans

“Well…” Elphaba says, looking her old friend up and down. There is a hint of bitterness in her voice and gaze but more than anything else, there is hope. Hope that things can change for the better now that it’s Glinda in charge. After years of isolation and the recent loss of Nessarose, she needed something. Anything. Her eyes linger on the crown. “It looks like you got all you ever wanted. So…what next?”

[protectxthem]

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