#Once Upon a time... | Starter

[elders-rps]

Argh, this is boring! Why are we even here

*while she was talking, the others were trying to shush her, with zero success*

Ugh, dammit you! You always-

*Leaf puts a hand over her mouth*

Sorry about that, they can be quite the handful.

- @mismatched-magical-warriors

"Huh...? I don't remember you."

*You ended up in a forest. A small green fairy and a masked, white haired person are the only people around.

[rainbowstickersandunicorn]

Agatha All Along 1x01 || Once Upon a Time 1x02

[heartthrobxhook]

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This is it, this is the day you die.

Was what was going though Killian's mind. Or was it another's voice in his head? He was sitting on the ground bloodsoaked and exhausted, surrounded by darkness and deafening silence. Was this reality or just a trick? Had the blast of cannons so close deafened him or was he just someplace dark and quiet like a dungeon? Could he already be dead and this was the afterlife? Was this hell? If it was, then why did he feel so cold? His mind racing to try and remember what had happened and where he was and yet drawing a blank.

His head was throbbing as he opened his eyes to look around, his sight blurry like everything was out of focus. He must've been hit in the head pretty damn hard. Killian scrunched his eyes and took a deep breath, hissing at a sharp pain in his chest. Felt like he'd taken a beating. Opening his eyes again he tried to focus but every breath was a struggle like he was fighting against death with every inhale.

[miki-files]

🍓 ︴ i was waiting for you, too. closed rp with @sylus-hds-7213.

There was something comforting in the melancholy of the night.

Quiet steps padded the pavement, and perhaps usually she would rather not stay out so late, but the stillness of the city offered a quiet that she knew she wouldn't find elsewhere. The occasional car would rush by her, city lights would flicker off... And yet, one glance into the sky could have her picking up enough stars to make the darkness not so unbearable.

Approaching a railing looking out towards the rest of the city, she walked over and drew closer to her chest the music sheets she'd used for her earlier midnight gig at the bar.

Linkon was pretty. She truly believed it.

And with a little smile on her face, she pulled out her phone and snapped a little picture.

[ to :: tweetybird ] hi! you're still up... i think? ;; right?;; i just finished up at the bar, i know you wanted me to text you after...

[ to :: tweetybird ] —picture attached—

[ to :: tweetybird ] linkon is pretty tonight.

[ to :: tweetybird ] you stay in the n109 zone too much qwq you need prettier views too...

Her thumbs hovered over the keypad for a moment, realizing that her first instinct really had been to turn to Sylus immediately. The thought brought a little blush to her face, and the next message went through a series of rewrites before she could send it:

[ to :: tweetybird ] you could come here...

[ to :: tweetybird ] when will i see you again?

[ to :: tweetybird ] if you're not busy;;;

[ to :: tweetybird ] i think i miss you

Yet, there was never enough courage for her to be so bold in front of him, even through a phone screen. Nevermind that this was only a crush in the first place; she figured that she couldn't dream of being so forward regardless.

So instead, what she really could send—

[ to :: tweetybird ] are you going to sleep soon?

[lunapossedit]

"What can I get ya?"

[eclecticshenanigans]

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[As Yukina was walking through Italy, admiring all the sights it had to offer, she happens to stumble upon a most peculiar person and……what looked to be a stand, something she had as well. She slowly walks over to them, curious to know more about this whole situation.]

-@for-the-future-of-mankind and/or Majima Mod

[???]

...

(Finally, someone new around here. Let's see what they've got.)

*What you believe to be this person's stand dissapears. After a moment, however, you notice your wallet has gone missing and this person has approached you.

[???]

I don't believe I've seen you around before. What's your name?

[luvuomi]

an untuned 𝓿𝓲𝓸𝓵𝓲𝓷 ༄.°

though the departed have long since transcended to a realm that is beyond mortal reach, traces of their existence continue to remain left behind like the feathers of a snow-winged goose that has taken flight. aside from his vision—its rekindled permanence forever a stark reminder of the burden that must be carried—amélie also harbors another relic of ███ and unlike the former, its presence harbors much more fond memories from a simpler time.

when she was still a child, on his fifteenth birthday, the boy had urgently roused her from sleep in the dead of night, showing her two tickets for a performance happening in the opera epiclese that very day. hesitant to leave the comforts of her bed, the boy’s enthusiasm—which had been a rare sight in regards to his otherwise stoic demeanor—was difficult to ward off. and so, in silent acquiescence, amélie would accompany ███ to the court of fontaine, lending an ear to his passionate musings, which was an uncommon indulgence for him before arriving at their destination.

the opera house felt larger than life itself back then; regal halls decorated with oil paintings gilded in gold, polished marble floors, and chandeliers that dangled high from the ceiling, sparkling in their opulence. amélie won’t forget how out of place she had felt the entire time, especially once they had taken their seats on those velvet chairs that felt as though they were made to sit royalty. but as the lights dimmed and a ballerina, alongside her violinist took to the stage—accompanied by a fellow orchestra—amélie was no longer just a little girl sitting in the theater.

following that night, ███ had insisted they learn the piece, with the hopes of one day getting to perform it for themselves. he would play the violin and she would play the role of the ballerina. they would practice for countless hours along the shorelines of petrichor playing until either his fingers grew calloused or her legs became too sore to move. in the end.. they never would get to play that piece together and their only audience had ever been the pale moon above.

years later, amélie now returns to that spot on the shorelines, unaccompanied and with a violin in hand—his violin. it has remained untouched for quite some time now, strings taut from a lack of attunement and the hollowness from within more apparent than when he had held it. but here on this familiar stage, where the waves slowly fall in and out of the tide and the moon offers its faint gaze upon her just as it did all those years ago, the lonely ballerina takes hold of the violin once more.

“to you my friend. may the stars of this sky guide you on into the afterlife, and may you find peace in a world much kinder than this one.”

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🍓 ︴ late night love letter. closed rp with @cryocardiologist.

Winter evenings were cold.

Too cold, in fact; she had a large fluffy coat hugging her figure as she practically raced the steps towards the entrance just to get to some place warmer. Usually, a longer day of work meant she would love nothing more than to head home and stay under the covers... but today, she'd missed her usual 'gift window', as she liked to call it, and hadn't left anything at the reception for Zayne like she normally would.

She never knew, really, what he thought of them—mini envelopes here and there with little note inside, sometimes with a couple of doodles, often signed by a strawberry sticker in the corner... They were simple things, nothing too grand. And she never quite had the courage to deliver to him in person, but that didn't matter to her. She was content enough to offer a few words of encouragement for him to get through the day a little better.

...And she'd missed a day.

She was out of breath by the time she reached the counter, and she had barely a moment to scan her surroundings before she held out the envelope.

"Hi! Uhm, sorry, excuse me... I-is Dr. Zayne still here? Or... or is it too late, is his shift over? I didn't get to leave this for him this afternoon, please please give it to him when you have the chance to—!"

[like-x-thundxr]

"So.... Boss, where am I driving you? Heard you said something about wanting to go shopping. Got any wishes on the place?

[realmythsmoved]

"Missed me?"

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