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Plotting call.
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Plotting call.
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@captainxkillianxjones cont.
“ Glad you like it, daddy. I saw it and immediately thought of you. “
She admitted, standing on her tiptoes to reach her father’s cheek for a kiss,
and still - he had to lean a little closer to allow her access to his skin, Cleo
lacking a few good inches.
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@herocsandvillains: Regina.
The little girl sat on her bed, awaiting for her guardian and caretaker, the big
book placed in her lap and she caressed the golden letters of the title - Once
Upon a Time. She was too young yet to rid it by herself, but she already knew
it. To be honest, she remembered the story. She remembered it so well she
could just tell it from her memory - the story of her parents. The heroes who
gave their lifes to protect her and the whole town. Her blue eyes, inherited from
her father, rose up as the dark-haired woman entered the room.
“ Auntie Gina..? ”
She spoke, in a soft, quiet voice.
“ Read it for me? “
Yet another time. But she didn’t mind.
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do you have a once upon a time character, oc, or verse ? if so, please reblog this post with your character(s) name in the tags, if you are an oc please specify that, and if you only have a verse be sure to specify that as well. please reblog once per blog.
reblog and tag appropriately and you will be added to this list.
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@herocsandvillains
“ I just want to help you. “
She spoke, taking a step forward, knowing that the vision she had given the
woman was not a pretty one. To find out that you are destined to die... That
had to be devastating. But that was exactly why Cleo was there. To change
that future to help her mother. So she summoned a soft smile upon her lips,
though her hands were trembling and she couldn’t hide that - trembling just
in a way Emma’s did when she was nervous.
“ You and the life you carry underneath your heart. “
Herself.
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@theirsuffering
When she was born, she had been a creature of light. Pure and sweet, small
and oh, so soft. He didn’t get to hold her, before she had been sent away for
her own good, but he saw these clear green eyes, now so different than what
he could remember, filled with anger and hatred, feelings so foreign on her
angel-like, soft face. Whatever was it the Black Fairy had done to her, she made
sure that there was no light left in her heart. Or rather, no heart left in her chest...
“ Don’t stand in my way, father. “
She spoke, mocking his title, the title that sounded so wrong upon her lips.
“ It’s not about you. It’s about the Savior. “
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Send me a symbol! [Angst]
Or send “just angst me up” and I’ll use a random generator. ( tw: abuse, tw: death, tw: terminal illness )
♥: my muse fatally injures yours
♡: your muse fatally injures mine
▲: my muse’s dying words as yours holds them
△: my muse’s reaction to holding your dying muse
★: my muse breaks a promise
☆: my muse’s reaction to yours breaking a promise
✦: my muse reveals they are terminally ill
✧: my muse’s reaction to yours being terminally ill
✿: my muse hits yours out of anger
❀: my muse’s reaction to yours hitting them out of anger
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This is a starter call. Like for a starter.
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For new followers - this is a permanent starter call. Like this, if you are interested in interacting with the cs baby.
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