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          HE’D  SEEN  THE  WAY  her  eyes  locked  on  to  the  ring  ,  and  in  that  moment  he  realized  she  recognized  it  and  subsequently  him  .   she  knew  exactly  who  he  was  ,  excellent  .   that  meant  less  work  for  him  .    but  the  way  her  face  fell  when  he’d  mentioned  her  mother  ,  he  could  see  the  grief  in  her  features  .   what  had  happened  to  beth  ?   should  he  have  truly  regretted  not  leaving  oz  to  at  least  say  goodbye  ?   after  all  ,  he  did  care  about  beth  ,  regardless  of  what  em  or  dorothy  chose  to  think  .   it  wasn’t  as  though  he  chose  to  leave  his  budding  family  .   dorothy  and  beth  were  the  closest  thing  oz  would  have  ever  come  to  a  normal  life  with  a  normal  family  ,  but  push  came  to  shove  and  he  wound  up  taking  the  grandiose  castle  and  his  father’s  old  nickname  over  a  life  with  the  woman  he’d  never  pictured  a  future  with  in  the  first  place  .   at  least  such  a  decision  had  gifted  him  a  life  he’d  always  wanted  .   ‘   can’t  say  i  didn’t  deserve  that  .   ‘   he  admits  ,  entirely  truthful  .   she  did  have  a  reason  to  hate  him  ,  he  wouldn’t  deny  that  .   no  part  of  him  really  thought  she’d  wrap  him  into  a  warm  embrace  and  weep  joy  filled  tears  upon  meeting  him  .   he  may  have  been  proud  ,  but  he  wasn’t  a  fool  .   at  least  ,  not  enough  to  expect  that  she’d  be  willing  to  just  accept  him  like  he’d  never  done  anything  to  wrong  her  .   ‘  good  luck  with  that  .   you’ve  made  an  enemy  of  the  witch  of  the  west  and  i  can  assure  you  ,  glinda  isn’t  your  pal  either  .   ‘   he  points  out  ,  hoping  off   his  throne  to  follow  her  .   it  was  times  like  these  he  really  wished  he  still  had  his  magic  .   he  could  lock  the  door  or  who  knows  ,  maybe  he’d  glue  her  feet  to  the  floor  .   ‘   you  have  duties  here   in  oz  .   you  think  i’d  bring  you  here  for  some  family  reunion ?  i  knew  you  wouldn’t  want  to  see  me  ,  dorothy  .   hell  ,  i  know  exactly  what  you  feel  right  now  .   but  i  need  you  here  ,  if  you’ll  just  give  me  a chance  .   ‘   he  sighs  ,  hating  having  to  plead  with  her  .   ‘   please  .   ‘

               𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐲  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲  half-listening,  the  blood  rushing  in  her  ears  blocking  out  most  of  his  words.  she  fully  intended  to  storm  out,  rejoin  her  friends  and  never  look  back,  but  his  words  made  her  pause  and  turn.  not  for  reconciliation,  oh  no.  not  to  give  him  the  chance  he  asked  for.  there  would  be  no  waving  of  a  white  flag  in  the  emerald  city  today  —  right  now,  all dorothy  could  see  was  burning  RED.   ❛   —  i  got  duties  in  OZ  ?  i  got  duties  at  home  !   ❜   she  unintentionally  emphasized  the  last  word.  as  magnificent  as  this  land  was,  in  such  stark  contrast  to  the  grey  kansas  plains,  it  was  not  home.  with  her  clumsy  kansas  accent  and  farmer’s  overalls,  she  stuck  out  like  a  plain  burlap  sack  amongst  the  glitz  and  glam  of  the  emerald  city.   ❛   —  what  makes  you  think  you’re  SO  damn  important  ?  i  don’t  owe  nothin’  to  you  or  this  …  this  place  i  ain’t  ever  even  seen  before.  you  stole  me  from  my  aunt  and  uncle  –  you  stole  my  family  –   ❜   with  horror,  she  felt  hot  tears  of  anger  and  grief  begin  to  prick  the  corner  of  her  eyes.  she  blinked  them  away  and  lifted  her  chin  recklessly.   ❛   —  i  don’t  care.  i’d  rather  go  to  them  than  YOU.  maybe  you're  used  to  everyone  here  doin’  whatever  you  say,  but  i  ain’t.  your  goddamn.  SUBJECT.   ❜

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impvsh·:

@windseized (snow)

“what odd sort of flower are you?“

he looks feral. another creature in the forest left to run wild– twigs in his hair and too much teeth in his smile. this late in the early evening the butterflies should be at rest– tucked away in tree branches, the small spaces between the shrubs. but they flutter about the antlers on his head and rest on his bare shoulders (some gold, some blue, all iridescent). a few of them depart his side to land on the dark spill of this woman’s hair.

“it’s unusual. the forest is fond of you.“ he gestures to the butterflies, and the flowers that seem to turn her way. “it doesn’t usually like humans. are you a witch?“

               𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰  𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝,  𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠  a  gasp  at  the  sudden  voice,  having  not  realized  she  wasn’t  alone.  at  first,  she  eyed  him  warily,  all  too  aware  that  this  strange  creature  could  be  the  queen  in  disguise.  but  somehow  the  butterflies  resting  on  him  softened  her  fears.   ❛   —   not  at  ALL,   ❜   she  replied,  lifting  a  finger  to  gaze  curiously  at  the  butterfly  resting  on  it.   ❛   —  i’d  like  to  think  the  forest  knows  me.  i’ve  lived  here  since  …  since  i  was  a  child,   ❜   she  said  honestly,  thinking  back  to  her  fourteen-year-old  self,  running  and  scared.  she  hadn’t  been  that  child  for  a  long  time.   ❛   —  are  you  a  witch  ?   ❜

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Natalia Dyer and Charlie Heaton photographed BTS of Stranger Things Season 3 Press day.

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silcntprince·:

@windseized 

he had been gone way to fucking long. three months. three months without his new bride. three months of missing her. hopefully the flowers will help with her not beating him up? at this point, florian was just trying to piece words together.  ‘hey, babe? how about that honeymoon?’ no… stupid. the prince wanted to scream. and it didn’t help that he was standing wide eyed before the small cottage. were the dwarves watching him? probably. probably calling him an idiot. laughing at him. with their stupid smug faces. play. it. cool. clearing his throat- the prince walked through. “snow? i’m back?”

               𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰  𝐡𝐚𝐝  𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝  to  be  so  good  at  being  alone.  she  could  spend  days,  weeks,  completely  alone  in  the  cottage  while  the  dwarves  were  off  on  a  mining  expedition,  and  she  didn’t  mind  it  in  the  slightest.  but  now,  even  surrounded  by  all  seven  of  them,  there  was  still  something  missing  inside  of  her  whenever  florian  wasn’t  there.  the  night  of  their  wedding,  just  after  he’d  left,  she’d  been  so  lonely  it  physically  hurt.  but  the  minute  she  heard  his  voice,  and  turned  to  see  him  standing  in  the  doorway,  and  her  heart  dropped  and  then  soared  like  a  swallow  over  the  tops  of  the  great  forest  —  all  that  was  forgotten.

               𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐠  𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟  at  him,  an  unusually  demonstrative  greeting  for  the  normally  reserved  princess,  pressing  her  forehead  to  his  and  cupping  his  face  in  her  hands.   ❛   —  i  was  so  worried,   ❜   she  murmured,  a  half-laugh  escaping  her  lips  before  she  pulled  away,  giving  his  shoulder  a  small  shove.   ❛   —  never  do  that  again.  i’m  serious.  gods,  florian  take  me  with  you  next  time  if  you  have  to.  i  MISSED  you.   ❜   snow  softened,  reaching  out  to  run  her  thumb  over  his  cheek.   ❛   —  so  much,   ❜

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𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐒  𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃:  snow,  do  you  wish  life  could  be  different  for  you  and  florian  ?

❛   —  of  course.  i  wish  we  didn’t  have  to  live  in  fear  and  in  hiding,  i  wish  my  kingdom  wasn’t  being  controlled  by  that  awful  woman,  i  wish  my  parents  could  have  been  at  my  wedding  …  but  then  again,  i  don’t  know  if  florian  and  i  would’ve  fallen  in  LOVE  if  life  was  different.   ❜

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𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐒  𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃:  snow,  would  you  ever  seek  revenge  on  amalia  ?

❛   —  i  believe  violence  is  NEVER  the  answer.  i  know  it  may  sound  …  naive,  but  if  i  resort  to  her  methods,  how  am  i  better  than  she  ?   ❜

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𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐒  𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃:  dorothy,  what  are  your  thoughts  on  oz  ?

❛   —  in  a  word  ?  disappointing.   ❜

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𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐒  𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃:  dorothy,  do  you  resent  your  father  for  leaving  you  ?  do  you  think  you  could  ever  build  a  relationship  with  him  ?

❛   —  he  left  my  mother  to  raise  me  alone,  and  now  she’s  dead.  i’d  like  to  see  someone  who  wouldn’t  be  RESENTFUL.  do  i  think  i  could  build  a  relationship  with  him  ?  well,  now,  i  don’t  know  about  that.  see,  i  don’t  know  him.   ❜

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originalreqvim·:

          HER  WORDS  FLOAT  through  one  ear  and  out  the  other  and  it  probably  becomes  rather  evident  that  he’s  not  paying  much  attention  to  anything  she’s  saying  .   no  ,  instead  he’s  focusing  on  her  features  ,  trying  to  point  out  anything  that  was  distinctly  diggs  .   ‘   you  look  so  much  like  your  mother  .   ‘   he  tells  her  once  she  stops  talking  ,  although  in  all  reality  it  was  just  a  lucky  break  ,  considering  he  didn’t  pay  attention  long  enough  to  really  know  if  she  was  done  or  not  .   ‘   trust  me  ,  aunt  em  won’t  be  looking  for  you  any  time  soon  .   ‘   as  much  as  her  aunt  hated  oscar  ,  and  he  didn’t  care  for  her  ,  he  wouldn’t  be  so  cruel  as  to  let  em  worry  so  over  dorothy  .   odds  are  ,  if  all  went  well  ,  his  daughter  wouldn’t  be  returning  to  kansas  ,  and  thus  the  spell  used  to  put  em’s  mind  at  ease  was  essential  .   besides  ,  dorothy  was  a  big  girl  .   it  was  only  a  matter  of  time  before  she  moved  out  anyways  .   he  sinks  further  into  his  emerald  colored  throne  ,  an  all  too  casual  position  for  someone  in  a  place  of  power  ,  but  he’s  not  talking  to  a subject  ,  he’s  talking  to  the  girl  who  was  destined  to  sit  where  he  sat  now  .   fiddling  with  the  ring  around  his  neck  ,  he  speaks  up  again  .   ‘  oz  is  fine  .   no  need  to  be  formal  .   ‘   that  or  dad  ,  but  he  figured  he’d  let  her  figure  things  out  before  jumping  into  that  . 

              𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫  𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐡𝐚𝐝  been  expecting  from  him,  that  wasn’t  it.  at  the  mention  of  her  mother,  dorothy’s  heart  gave  a  sudden  and  painful  lurch.  though  it  had  been  twelve  years,  and  though  dorothy’s  memories  of  her  mother  faded  at  the  edges  more  and  more  with  each  passing  year,  beth  had  been  on  the  forefront  of  her  daughter’s  mind  as  she’d  made  her  way  through  this  foreign  land.  the  colour,  the  vivacity  and  bizarreness  …  she  would’ve  loved  it  here,  dorothy  knew.

               𝐟𝐨𝐫  𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭  𝐚  moment,  the  girl  softened.  she  opened  her  mouth  to  ask  how  the  man  knew  her  mother.  and  then,  the  movement  of  his  fingers  caught  her  eyes,  and  her  gaze,  and  heart,  dropped.

               𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲,  𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞  should  be  new  and  unfamiliar,  but  the  emerald  ring  hanging  around  the  man’s  neck  was  anything  but.  she’d  memorized  its  shape  long  ago,  studying  for  hours  the  way  it  caught  the  light  in  that  old  photo  —  mesmerized  by  the  only  clue  as  to  the  identity  of  her  father.

               𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐲  𝐡𝐚𝐝  𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝  meeting  her  father  many  times.  she’d  imagined  him  welcoming  her  with  open  arms,  and  she’d  imagined  the  surprise  and  the  joyous  reunion  that  would  follow.  but  now,  looking  him  in  the  eyes  for  the  first  time,  she  was  unable  to  feel  anything  but  …  bitterness.  because  when  it  came  down  to  it,  he’d  left  her  mother  to  raise  a  child,  and  to  die,  alone.

          𝐢𝐧  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭,  dorothy  missed  her  mother  so  acutely  she  forgot  how  to  breathe.  she  shook  her  head,  feeling  her  face  pale  with  anger  as  a  wave  of  grief  overwhelmed  her.  the  manners  aunt  em  had  spent  so  long  trying  to  drill  into  her  were  quickly  forgotten.   ❛   —  if  i  look  so  much  like  her,  then  let  me  speak  for  her,  seeing  as  she  ain’t  able  to  do  it  herself.   ❜   she  took  a  step  forward,  body  tense  and  trembling.   ❛   —  you  can  go  straight  to  HELL,  for  all  i  care.  i’ll  find  some  other  way  home.   ❜   dropping  a  sardonic  curtsey,  she  whirled  on  her  heel  to  leave.

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originalreqvim·:

                    gale  ,  dorothy               @windseized  .

          ‘  SHE’S  HERE  ,  OSCAR  .   ‘   his  adviser  spoke  ,  meaning  his  daughter  ,  of  course  .   ‘  but  ,  she’s  been  accompanied  by  a  party  .   ‘   oscar  groans  in  annoyance  .   how  long  had  she  been  here  that  she’d  made  friends  ?   of  course  nothing  can  be  simple  .   ‘   leave  them  ,  i  only  wish  to  see  my  daughter  .   ‘   he  commands  ,  becoming  more  comfortable  upon  his  throne  ,  eagerly  awaiting  the  moment  the  large  doors  before  him  would  open  ,  and  he’d  finally  meet  his  daughter  .   his  nerves  were  high  .   what  should  he  expect  ?   what  would  he  say  ?   he  figured  she  wouldn’t  take  to  kindly  to  knowing  who  he  was  nor  why  he  brought  her  here  ,  but  then  again  ,  she  needed  to  know  the  truth  .   his  eyes  widen  as  she  enters  the  room  ,  taking  in  the  sight  of  her  .   he’d  thought  for  years  about  what  this  encounter  might  bring  ,  how  everything  would  play  out  .   he  only  hoped  this  moment  would  be  as  heartfelt  and  magical  as  he’d  always  pictured  it  going  .   ‘   leave  us  ,   ‘   he  instructs  ,  keeping  his  eyes  locked  on  dorothy  .

               𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭  𝐟𝐞𝐰  days  had  been  beyond  anything  dorothy  had  ever  dared  to  imagine.  witches,  shapeshifters,  men  of  tin  …  so  when  she  entered  the  throne  room  of  the  wizard  of  oz,  the  namesake  of  the  entire  kingdom,  she  was  expecting  something  majestic.  but  instead,  she  was  greeted  by  a  man  who  was  just  that:  a  man.  he  didn’t  look  particularly  wizard-like  —  but  then  again,  she  had  no  notion  of  what  wizards  regularly  looked  like.  

               𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥,  𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝  her  chin  and  curtsied  clumsily.   ❛   —   begging  your  pardon,  your  …  erm,  wizardship,   ❜   she  began,  unsure  at  first,  but  then  steadily  gaining  steam  as  she  bulldozered  on  with  her  appeal.   ❛   —   i  was  told  you’re  the  one  to  go  to  about  gettin’  HOME.  see,  it’s  not  that  i  ain’t  enjoyin’  it  here  or  nothin’,  it’s  just  that  i’m  not  from  around  here,  and  my  aunt  em’s  sure  to  be  worryin’  herself  SICK.   ❜   she  trailed  off,  feeling  uncertainty  clutch  her  heart,  and  the  thought  occurred  to  her  that  perhaps  the  wizard  had  separated  her  from  her  newly  discovered  compatriots  in  order  to  frighten  her  further.  dorothy  straightened,  squaring  her  jaw  and  meeting  his  gaze  semi-defiantly.  well,  he  had  another  think  coming.

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five word prompts

[inspired by this]

“actually… i just miss you.”

“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”

“and slowly… i was forgotten.”

“and then everything just disappears.”

“and where do i go?”

“anyone could tell from here.”

“are you finishing that or…?”

“are you stupid or stupid?”

“anything, just call me, okay?”

“bitch better have my money.”

“bro… that’s so… not cool…”

“but did you do it?”

“call me now. it’s urgent.”

“can’t you listen to me?”

“cross that. don’t answer that.”

“don’t even think about it.”

“don’t you dare walk away.”

“do it. i dare you.”

“did you think i forgot?”

“eventually… you just move on.”

“even if you still do.”

“everything will fall into place.”

“fight me, you attractive stranger.”

“for once, i need you.”

“for once… i was right.”

“for once… i was wrong.”

“forget i even asked you.”

“forget it. you fucking suck.”

“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”

“fuck off. i mean it.”

“give and take. that’s life.”

“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”

“have you lost your mind?”

“hello? it’s me. i was-”

“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”

“here’s a glass of whatever.”

“how about a hug, hm?”

“how about you make me?”

“i haven’t forgot you yet.”

“i can’t be around you.”

“i don’t need you, really.”

“i don’t need this now.”

“is this your first time?”

“it’s just a cut, really.”

“it wasn’t me, i swear!”

“i said i love you.”

“just don’t fuck it up.”

“just… come back alive, okay?”

“just make sure you’ve eaten.”

“kick his ass for me.”

“killed him? wait, what, literally?”

“life really sucks. feel better.”

“letting go hurts… a lot.”

“let me live, will you?”

“no, i don’t need you.”

“nothing can hurt me now.”

“nothing matters anymore to me.”

“okay it was me… so?”

“people lie all the time.”

“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”

“please, you can’t die now.”

“please don’t leave me alone.”

“quiet. they can hear us.”

“quick! give me your phone!”

“quicker, you freaking piece of-”

“quit it or i’ll bite.”

“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”

“really? do i look stupid?”

“real smooth, tripping over air.”

“rise and shine, sweet thing.”

“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”

“seriously? give me a break.”

“so… what are we now?”

“so… did you miss me?”

“so… can we go eat?”

“so… when’s the next flight?”

“so… how did everything go?”

“sometimes, i wish you died.”

“so what? you did it.”

“time passes slower without you.”

“then what do you suggest?”

“the fuck? who are you?”

“then you tell me why.”

“this is not working out.”

“this isn’t what i wanted.”

“this is all a fucking disaster.”

“when did it all happen?”

“who knew you’d be here?”

“why do i even bother?”

“why do i love you?”

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“you’re just… so, so stupid.”

“you can’t be here now.”

“you look like an accident.”

“you really need to go.”

“you know who to call.”

“zero fucks given. next please.”

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* character headcanons

clothing style.

before - bed routine. 

eating habits.

concept of home and family. 

hobbies. 

fighting style.

what calms your muse down after a bad day?

talk about one person your muse loves.

ways your muse says i love you.

describe your muse’s laugh. 

what items can be found in your muse’s pockets? 

talk about your muse’s most prized possession(s).

describe your muse’s walk. 

talk about your muse’s accent.

describe your muse’s smile. 

how often does your muse get sick?

does your muse know when to rest, or do they push themselves?

does your muse snore? sleeptalk? sleepwalk?

the thing(s) your muse thinks about before falling asleep.

is your muse a fitful or a quiet sleeper?

your muse’s thoughts on cops and other authority figures.

skills and special talents. 

disabilities or illnesses. 

habits and mannerisms.

introvert or extrovert.

religious or non - religious.

verbal or non - verbal communication.

something your muse could never forgive.

something that makes your muse smile.

something that scares your muse.

something that gives your muse hope.

how your muse responds to being helped / taken care of.

how your muse responds to unconditional love.

how your muse responds to danger.

how your muse responds to stress.  

how your muse responds to anger.

did your muse grow up too fast?

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100 Random Character Development Questions

001. When is their birthday? 002. Do they do anything to celebrate their birthday? 003. Does your character like coffee better, or tea? 004. Do they prefer being alone or with others? 005. Are they in good health? 006. What sense do they most rely on? 007. Is your character an optimist or a pessimist? 008. What is their favorite fairy tale? 009. Do they believe in happy endings? 010. Do they believe in love at first sight? 011. How would your character court the person of their dreams? 012. What makes your character embarrassed? 013. Have they ever been bullied or teased? 014. Detail one secret shame your character feels. 015. Are they most likely to fight with their fists or their tongue? 016. What is their choice of weapon? 017. When does your character think that violence is justified or deserved? 018. Your character wakes up to find that war has been declared. What do they do? 019. If they could have a superpower, what would they choose? 020. What are their hobbies? 021. How do they display affection? 022. What is the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen? 023. What do they consider beautiful in others physically? 024. What do they consider ugly in others physically? 025. What do they consider beautiful in others personality-wise? 026. What do they consider ugly in others personality-wise? 027. What is their idea of perfect happiness? 028. What makes them laugh out loud? 029. What sort of sense of humor does your character have? 030. Do they believe in the afterlife? 031. Are they superstitious about anything? 032. Does your character believe in ghosts? 033. Do they keep their promises? 034. What’s their view of lying? 035. What is the most important rule your character lives by? 036. How honorable is your character? 037. If your character saw someone drop a large sum of money and knew that they could probably take it without anyone noticing, what would they do? 038. What bad habits do they have? 039. What do they think is the worst thing that can be done to a person? 040. What is their obsession? 041. Are they comfortable with technology? 042. What is their greatest achievement? 043. What will they stand up for? 044. What disgusts them? 045. Does your character have any chronic medical conditions? 046. How do they handle getting sick? 047. What was the last medical problem your character had? 048. Do they have any allergies? 049. How does your character feel about growing old? 050. How does your character feel about their own mortality? 051. If they knew they would die tomorrow, what would they do today? 052. What is your character’s worst flaw? 053. What is your character’s greatest strength? 054. Does your character want power or authority of any kind? 055. Is your character an introvert or an extrovert? 056. Has your character ever struck someone in anger? 057. Has your character ever killed anyone? 058. What is your character’s idea of a perfect day? 059. List several phrases your character is fond of uttering. Where did they pick them up? 060. What is your character’s attitude toward education and learning? 061. Does your character prefer adventure or safety and security? 062. What sort of legacy does your character wish to leave behind? 063. How well does your character handle difficult people? 064. In what ways does your character annoy others? 065. Is your character better at leading or following? Which do they prefer? 066. Does your character prefer city life or being out in nature? 067. Does your character believe in fate or destiny? 068. How strong is your character’s sense of responsibility? What kinds of things trigger it? 069. What about your character is heroic? 070. What about your character is cowardly? 071. How kind is your character? 072. In a Dungeons & Dragons game, which class would your character be? (wizard, fighter, bard, priest, ranger, etc.) 073. In a novel, what plot role would your character fill? (hero, anti-hero, sidekick, villain, etc.) 074. What is your character’s favorite game? 075. Is your character ticklish? 076. How do they express anger? 077. How often do they cry? Over what? 078. How emotionally stable is your character? 079. How easy is it for them to read the emotions of others? 080. How easy is it for others to read your character’s emotions? 081. Is your character religious? 082. What are your character’s sleeping preferences? 083. What is the first thing they say and/or do when they wake up? 084. Describe your character in one word. 085. Describe your character in three words. 086. How would your character describe themself in one word? 087. How would your character describe themself in three words? 088. Is your character quiet or loud? 089. How vocally expressive is your character? 090. How bodily expressive is your character? 091. What type of music does your character like? 092. What emotion does your character evoke in others? 093. What is your character’s goal in life? 094. Name three things most would not expect your character to be able to know. 095. Name three things most would not expect your character to be able to do. 096. How do they move and carry themselves? What energy do they project? 097. How well do they adapt to change? 098. Does your character like animals? 099. Do they talk to inanimate objects? 100. Does your character dream? If so, what do they dream about?

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@xthevirtuousonex

               𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲  𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧  dorothy  wasn’t  freaking  out  half  as  much  as  she  should  be  was  because  she  still  wasn’t  sure  she  wasn’t  dreaming.  the  young  woman  had  never  seen  so  much  colour  in  her  life.  even  her  worn  gingham  button-down  and  faded  overalls  (  an  outfit  stolen  directly  from  uncle  henry’s  closet  partially  to  spite  aunt  em  with  its  tomboyishness,  partially  for  practicality  )  seemed  to  have  new  life  in  them,  rejuvenated  by  the  impossible  resplendence  of  her  surroundings.  

               𝐨𝐳,  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐬  called  it.  they’d  been  more  than  hospitable,  giving  her  a  place  to  stay  for  the  night  and  food  for  dinner.  now,  out  on  a  walk  with  toto,  in  the  golden  light  of  the  setting  ozian  sun,  dorothy  was  struggling  to  comprehend  all  that  had  happened  that  day.  but  the  day  had  still  more  in  store  for  her.  just  then,  her  eye  was  caught  by  movement  –  a  glimmering,  iridescent  bubble  that  grew  larger  and  larger  until  it  dissolved  and  a  beautiful  woman  stepped  forward.  

               𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐨  𝐲𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝  𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲,  his  haunches  raised  in  a  display  of  aggression  that  was  somewhat  thwarted  by  his  diminutive  size.  dorothy  stood  firm,  eyeing  the  woman  with  a  polite  yet  steely  resolve.  no  doubt  this  was  one  of  the  witches  she’d  been  told  about.  she  was  sure  aunt  em  couldn’t  approve  of  this.   ❛   —   toto,  heel  !   ❜   the  little  black  dog’s  yelps  faded  to  a  low  growl  reluctantly  skittered  back  to  sit  at  dorothy’s  feet.  she  glanced  back  up  at  the  woman  –  the  witch  ?  –  eyes  alight  with  curiosity.   ❛   —   sorry  about  him,  ma’am,  he  gets  a  mite  EXCITED  at  times.  what  can  i  do  you  for  ?   ❜

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whitesctin·:

         SHE WAS HUMMING a haunting tune under her breath, dark gaze on the cauldron bubbling before her. a beauty potion of all things — ursula had long since ceased to ask about the nature of the brews and potions that people requested of her, though she couldn’t help but to feel like it was so rather dull. beauty was in the eye of the beholder after all — and she would be sure that the beholden’s eyes were shut. the bell jingling above the door of her shop wasn’t a shock by any means, but that didn’t stop the thrill of excitement from bubbling inside. hopefully, it would be something more fun than just a beauty this, love that — the usual. “ do come in and shut the door behind you. then tell me what it is that you desire. ”

               𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩,  it  wasn’t  until  the  young  princess  had  closed  the  door  securely  and  glanced  around  to  ensure  they  were  alone  that  she  undid  the  hooded  cloak  around  her  neck,  letting  the  dim  light  hit  her  face.   ❛   —   the  SAME  as  usual,  please.   ❜   her  gaze  flickered  around  the  shop,  ignoring  the  familiar  chill  that  shivered  down  her  back.  she  hated  coming  here,  but  it  was  better  than  looking  over  her  shoulder  every  minute  for  the  queen.  the  witch’s  glamour  potions  gave  her  peace  of  mind  that  she  just  couldn’t  do  without.

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𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞  𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧  𝐚  𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞  …  snow  white  lehmann  was  known  as  the  stoic  &  kindhearted  princess  with  a  reputation  for  being  a  natasha  liu  bordizzo  doppelganger  .   but  now  ,  under  the  stress  of  the  war  on  the  horizon  ,  the  natural  born  hero  human  has  become  widely  known  for  being  rather  self-sacrificing  &  inflexible  .   let’s  see  how  long  the  adelheid  native  will  last  during  this  war  .   after  all  they’re  only  twenty  four  years  old  .   +  she/her  &  cis  female  ,  snow  white  .

pinterest  !

snow  white  was  raised  to  be  the  perfect  princess:  mannerly,  kind,  elegant,  skilled  in  all  the  things  a  princess  should  be  skilled  in.  as  a  naturally  quieter,  introverted  person,  this  wasn’t  difficult.

she  was  softer,  kinder,  before  her  mother  died  and  her  father  remarried  to  a  woman  who  hated  snow  white  for  her  beauty.  he  died  shortly  after,  when  snow  was  only  fourteen,  and  snow  and  her  sister  were  left  orphans.

you  probably  know  the  story  after  that  –  the  queen  sent  a  huntsman  to  go  and  kill  snow  white.  she  escaped,  went  to  live  in  the  woods  with  dwarves,  yada  yada.

the  queen  tried  and  failed  to  kill  her  three  times  –  once  with  a  corset  laced  too  tight,  once  with  a  poisoned  comb,  and  once  with  an  apple.  suffice  it  to  say,  snow’s  learned  her  lesson  about  trusting  too  easily.  she’s  much  more  cautious  now.  any  stranger  could  be  the  queen  in  disguise.

snow  never actually  didn’t  expect  to  ever  fall  in  love.  as  a  princess,  she  knew  she’d  probably  be  expected  to  marry  for  duty,  to  whoever  could  benefit  their  kingdom  most.  and  as  a  fugitive,  she  was  much  more  focused  on  surviving.

but  all  that  changed  when  prince  florian  discovered  her  in  hiding.  at  first,  she  was  terrified  he  would  tell  the  queen  where  she  was.  but  he  did  the  opposite  –  he  sheltered  her,  and  brought  her  food  and  company.  and  slowly,  even  though  she  had  nothing  to  offer,  no  money  or  status,  he  loved  her.  and  she  loved  him.

she’s  very  practical,  and  has  lost  her  childhood  dreamy  optimism.  but  she  sticks  true  to  what  she  believes  in  –  kindness,  and  peace.  she’s  a  staunch  pacifist,  stubbornly  believing  that  violence  is  never  the  answer.

she’s  rather  set  in  her  ways,  and  can  tend  to  view  the  world  as  black  and  white,  good  and  bad.

she  also  tends  to  always  put  others’  needs  before  her  own,  to  a  point  where  it’s  not  great.  if  something  upsets  her,  she  just  pushes  it  down  and  smiles,  afraid  of  being  selfish  and  upsetting  others

she’s  been  pretty  conflicted  recently  about  her  pacifism  –  she  still  believes  violence  doesn’t  solve  anything,  but  she’s  tired  of  being  scared,  weak,  unable  to  protect  herself.  she’s  tired  of  always  hiding.