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rcditvs​:      

nakia had heard a number of people discussing ways to get out of this place or lack thereof. most spoke about the road, but she never heard anything come of it and it all seemed mysterious and out of place. the entirety of woodshore seemed mysterious and out of place. instead of turning to the road, she chose to scope out the places she hadn’t been. she didn’t want to leave yet, not until she had t’challa with her, but it was better to be prepared. eventually, she noticed the woman slicing at a tree with a sword and slowed her steps nearby. “hello,” she greeted nodding her head. “i was only wondering what the tree did that had you so upset.”

brienne smiled in embarrassment, sheathing sword as she walked closer to the woman. “unfortunately, the tree was an innocent bystander donating itself to the very noble cause of my training.” the blonde wiped the sweat from her bow as she took a long sip of her water bottle, trying to make herself look more presentable as she spoke to the stranger. “i used to be a knight in my old world and i like to keep myself from getting rusty,” brienne explained with a warm smile.

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handsbloodied​:

a smile pushed across her lips when cristina recognized her, but her shoulders sink down her back. losing patients was the hardest thing that any doctor had to do, had to learn to cope with –– none of them were gods, not even cristina yang, who was undoubtedly the most talented surgeon that april had ever known. none of them were infallible, no matter how badly they wanted to be. “i’m so sorry, cristina,” she empathized, a frown digging into her lips. “hey– i know kids aren’t really your thing, but… do you want to come over for dinner?”

while cristina had butted heads with her fellow surgeon more than once, she knew the woman was as caring and sincere as they came. this wasn’t a pity invitation; april knew what this feeling was like. “actually, yeah,” cristina replies greatfully, smiling softly at the redhead. “that would be really nice, april. thank you.” she looked down at harriet before tucking her bottle of wine back in the bottle. “i promise i’ll behave.”

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tragicies​:

❝     it  was  a  nice  hotel ,    ❞              and  it  was .    for  a  hotel .   it  was  a  nice  spot  for  a  vacation   &   there  was  no  reason  to  mind  it  at  first !    however ,  rounding  in  to  about  the  sixth  month  made  it  a  little  tiring .   by  now  it’d  been  over  a  year .            ❝    but  now  i  can  actually  feel  like  i  live  here  rather  than  i’m  just  taking  the  longest  out  of  town  trip  ever .     i’ve  moved  to  the  townhomes  near  downtown .    and  you ?    ❞

hope laughed and shook her head in agreement. “oh, i get that! the hotel was beautiful, but i was most definitely waiting everyday for someone to come tell me my reservation was up.” her eyes widened in surprise when she heard where he lived. “that’s where i live too! my boyfriend and i just moved in a few weeks ago.” she stuck out her hand and gave the man a warm smile. “i’m hope, by the way. figured i should introduce myself now that we’re neighbors.”

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handsbloodied​:

“psh, one of those?” scott immediately acted like it wasn’t going to be any big deal to him. of course, he was well aware of the fact that pretty much every game around them was rigged in one way or another –– but he was stubborn. since she had presented the challenge, there was absolutely no way that he would be able to turn away from that. he reached over and grabbed her hand. “that’s no problem. come on, we’re getting in line, right now. i’m about to crush getting that elephant.”

hope laughed brightly at scott’s faux confidence, shaking her head as she watched him posture. she knew that the odds were evidently stacked against his success, but his enthusiasm was appreciate none the less. “alright, let’s see it then!” she exclaimed as she pulled him into line, swinging their hands together as they waited for their turn. “i’m expecting great success from you now.”

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silverstcrs​:

“…without stabbing,” Adam repeated putting a little extra distance between himself and the woman.  If jousting and stabbing was what she looked forward to at a festival maybe it was better to stand further away.  “No I highly doubt there will be.  Jousting isn’t really in fashion here, hasn’t been for a while.  Pretty sure it had been out of fashion like a century or two before I was alive so er the 1500s or at least that was France.  Who knows England or somewhere else might have kept it around for longer.  But to answer your question no I don’t think so.  I haven’t really seen any horses here and they’re pretty necessary for that sport so I think you’re out of luck.”

brienne flushed as the man took a step away from her, quickly waving her hands to gesture his confusion. “oh no, i quite enjoy the lack of violent activities! merely a surprise, that’s all.” it was quite evident from his knowledge that he was from a world that was at least the smallest bit similiar to hers and that was a welcome familiarity. “yes, the lack of horses it a bit odd, isn’t it? i’ve been in woodshore for months now and i’m still far too nervous to get behind the wheel on one of these cars.”

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sumcvivus​:

brooke knew it was a long shot (probably impossible), but she couldn’t help looking for jake everywhere she went. he was gone, and she knew it, but weird things had been happening since she got to woodshore. she was wandering the beach, shoes dangling from her grasp when she stopped at a table to sit and enjoy the breeze. “why wouldn’t you be able to?” the blonde asked, turning with a curious expression towards the other occupant.

elle smiled at the young girl’s inquisitive expression and fished her badge out of her pocket as ways of explanation. “it comes with the territory. technically, i’m here on duty, but...” she trailed off as she took another bite of the treat in her hand, her smile growing as she chewed. “i couldn’t help myself. it gets kind of boring just sitting here and watching everyone.” she turned her eyes back to the crowd with a roll of them. “you would not believe how many people i’ve had to explain the no shirt, no service rule to.”

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rcditvs​:

“take care of this?” bruce questioned, tilting his head to the side slightly. he wasn’t usually one to question words someone privately said to themself, usually not much of one to engage in a conversation either of them would prefer not to have. he really wasn’t one for cotton candy himself, but it was easier to blend in ( when what you were really doing was figuring out the whole thing ) if you had something in your hands in places like this one. standing in line just prolonged that.

hela’a eyebrow rose as she heard the man’s question. she didn’t know how well he would take it if she informed him that she had been referring to the thought of allowing a giant wolf to eat a few people, so she wrestled her features into what she hoped was a passable smile. “merely joking,” hela retorted. “i just...” she faultered for a minute, trying to figure out how to best summarize the immense irritation she felt by waiting. “don’t like lines.”

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rxdemptxn​:

change really wasn’t something Spencer enjoyed, honestly, if he could keep his life exactly the same, he would, yet, change was necessary to be human. moving was necessary to be…happy, safe. kat wouldn’t leave him alone if he was somewhere she could find him. his mother would never truly be safe. spencer really hoped things would be different in woodshore, he could leave…everything that happened to him behind. 

right now, he was sat in the quietest area of the plant sanctuary, taking moment for himself to take in the different scents of each plants, see which ones calmed him most and which he didn’t truly like. “you know…” he sighs, mostly to himself but to anyone near by “theres a flower that blooms every four to six years for approximately twenty four to forty eight hours, and it is called the worst smelling flower in the world. it’s called the titan arum, the corpse flower.” he reaches out to gently touch the petal of a flower. “the scent of all flowers are spread throughout parts of their petals, its not the pollen that gives them that scent.”’

elle was practically dead on her feet when she entered the greenhouse. she had increased her time at work within the past few weeks, spending more hours hunched over her desk in the dark than sleeping at home. she had been in woodshore for months now, but she felt more alone now than ever. the plant sanctuary had become a nice place to break up the autonomy of the precinct, her apartment, and the coffee shop drive thru, but elle had grown to used to having it to herself.

the familiar ramble nearly stopped her in her tracks. her hand rose to her chest where she rested it lightly, a lump forming in her throat as she approached him. “that’s actually really gross. i’ve smelt enough dead bodies to not need a flower smelling like one.” elle stood by his side, smiling softly as she looked up at her friend. “hi, spencer.”

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rcditvs​:

she was supposed to be dead, but then again so was he. by all logic, it just made sense that his adoptive sister he’d never truly known beyond conflict would be in woodshore just like him. it still didn’t have to make him comfortable. he should just expect she’d want him dead considering the part he played even if he’d been the least of her worries all along he was sure. maybe he’d made his own interest with the part he played. he paused in front of her and kept his face neutral, though his back was stiff and his hand waited, ready at both of his sides for anything to come up. “i suppose this place is intent on bringing many back to life,” he said, cooly.

“loki,” hela greeted stiffly. she had been unaware that her almost brother had been residing in woodshore, but she supposed she shouldn’t have been surprised. there was clearly strange magic afoot in this town; why shouldn’t it have brought loki here too? his distaste for her was glaringly obvious, from his clenched fists to his cold stare, and hela was displeased at how sharp the rejection stung her. “well, you would know all about that. considering you helped kill me after all,” she shot back coolly. the goddess forced a bored expression on to her features, regarding the man in front of her with equal disdain. “i should suppose thor is here as well? you never could go anywhere without him as your chaperone.”

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searchinghearts​:

“no, you don’t care,” sherlock said. he’d been people watching at the festival – he cared little for the banalities of the celebration, but he supposed that he’d been drawn to it for the same reason that everyone else had; there really wasn’t anything else going on around here. 

“the human mind lacks the ability to effectively quantify risk,” he continued, “you’re young, so the statistical probability of developing heart disease isn’t on the cards right now, not in the face of something –” he held up his own tray of chips, “– so immediately rewarding.”

but really, dissecting why people generically ate fast food and or not was hardly interesting conversation. “let me guess - you’re the type of person who knows what they want and isn’t afraid to go get it,” he said.

cristina stared in surprise at the stranger, her eyebrows slowly creeping up her forehead in shock. “that’s the most intelligent thing i’ve heard come out of someone’s mouth in weeks. are you a doctor or something?” she asked with genuine curiosity. the smiled that flittered into her face as he rose his food in solidarity was frozen at his on-point question. “that’s the nicer way of putting it. how did me eating french fries tip you off?” she knew she had a bit of a reputation garnered at work, but cristina didn’t think her ambition was that glaringly obvious.

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handsbloodied​:

it was difficult to say what wynonna wanted to do more in that moment: kiss him or kill him. she had been so devastated after his death, nothing had felt right – and fuck, if dealing with bulshar wouldn’t have been ilke, a hundred times easier if he had still been around. yet despite how much heartbreak it had done, how damaged she had been, a smile slowly warmed up across her expression as she looked up at him. he was alive. he was here. after all the messed up crap that woodshore had done, it had finally gotten something right.

“it’s about damn time.” but she could only play the card of nonchalance for so long, lightly punching his arm in a weak attempt to be playful. it lasted only a moment. wynonna threw her arms around his neck, squeezing him tight and trying to fight off the tears that formed in the rim of her blue eyes. “i can’t believe you. you’re supposed to be the smart one, dolls. i can’t be the hot one and the smart one. it’s not fair.”

her smile, though guarded, was enough to crumble the mounting wave of nerves her silence had begun building. xavier let out an overexaggered ‘oof’ as she swung at him, allowing her to keep her emotions light. he knew vulnerability had never been her strongest suit and in this moment, it didn’t matter how many walls she wanted to throw up because he’d be there when she was ready to break them down. “well, i would’ve been here sooner, but-”

whatever words he had been planning to say next quickly does on his tongue as she wrapped herself around him. his arms slid around her waist tightly without a second thought, the familiarity of her smaller frame against his a welcome muscle memory. “nah, waverly was always the smart one. i was just there to keep you from doing stupid shit.” xavier let out a small chuckle into her hair as he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. his face turned somber as he looked down at her face. “i’m sorry, wynonna. i’m so sorry for leaving you.”

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( glowing yellow eyes, dog tags around a chain, a hated for the woods ) –– && it looks like xavier dolls has finally arrived in woodshore ( though he originates from wynonna earp ). although known as THE DRAGON back home, here they are a twenty nine year old private investigator, known to be DEDICATED, but RESERVED. they were coaxed here with the promise of FINDING WYNONNA. they remember DYING.

from what point in your character’s canon are they taken from?

xavier’s last memory is dying to save his family.

gender/pronouns?

xavier is cisgender male who uses he/him pronouns.

anything else you’d like to add?

xavier’s fake life was pretty standard. there was never anything too outstandingly different about it - he played basketball throughout school, he got good grades, was well-liked by those around him. he did what was expected of him and life was rewardingly good back to him. he graduated and went to college for criminal justice, coming back to woodshore to start his private investigating practice. things were good. plain. normal. however, he always felt like something was missing from his life, but he could never figure out what.

now that he has his memories back, he’s realized what was missing was his family. wynonna, waverly, nicole, jeremy, and even doc. he was his best and truest self around them and now he’s dedicated to reuniting with them, especially wynonna. xavier doesn’t know why he was given a second chance to be with them again, but he’s determined not to waste it

more random info on xavier: his nickname is dolls, his last name, and he goes by it often, he’s always wearing his dog tags around his neck, wynonna earp is his favorite human, he drinks a black coffee every single morning, and he’s got dragon dna that makes him super strong and sometimes able to breathe fire! he’s just a sweet and strong little lizard boy <3

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xavier hadn’t planned on dying. he had never scratched it into his ten year plan when he joined the black badge division. but when he had found it out, he couldn’t find it within himself to be angry. he had been luckier than most: he had found a job he loves, his family, the great love of his life. and he died protecting them. he had dead protecting her. wynonna. everything he had endured, the pain and the suffering, was all worth it. xavier would do it all again a million times over if it meant it was with her.

seeing her now in front of him again was almost too much for him to handle. she was being uncharacteristically quiet and he would’ve laughed if not for the look on her face. xavier could see the pain painted through her features and it stung to know he had caused it. “i’m here,” he murmured softly. he took a step closer to her, outstretching a gentle hand towards. “i don’t know how, but i’m here. i’m here with you, wynonna.”

@learningtoloves​ > dolls & wynonna.

death and loss had been a prominent feature in wynonna’s life, most of which she had played a direct hand in: her father, willa, even alice, to an extent –– certainly not dead, safe, but a personal loss. losing dolls had been a new heartbreak all on its own, one that she hadn’t thought possible, one that had left her utterly full of regret. there were so many things that she should have said, so many mistakes that had been made in the haze of things with doc, which had been a disaster waiting to happen. how the hell could she continue on without him? oh, but how the hell could she not? it wasn’t what he would have wanted, not when there had been so many terrible things still lurking around in purgatory.

her heart stopped when she first saw him: confident, angry, certain that it was him after all this time. wynonna knew all the crazy things that people said about purgatory. but dolls?

“you…” overcome with emotion, choking and drowning, as much of a loudmouth as wynonna often got in trouble for being, she could not think of a singular thing to say. no witty remark, sarcastic comeback, or a cheeky grin – just stunned silence as his presence overwhelmed her. her heart broke and mended all at once. “you’re here.”

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@ephcmere — for any muse !

minerva smiled happily as she strolled through the festival. the bright lights and enthusiastic groups of people reminded her of diagon alley and it was comforting to be in such a familiar environment. she looked down at the treat she had impulsively purchased. candy apples weren’t a standard in the wizarding world, but it looked safe enough. minerva’s momentary distraction kept her from noticing the person she grazed against and she turned to them with worry. “oh, i hope i didn’t ruin your shirt!”

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@searchinghearts — for any muse !

cristina had settled down at the least crowded picnic table she could find. she hadn’t been planning on stopping by the festival, but the smell of fried food from a nearby food trucked has enticed her. she popped a french fry in her mouth and smiled. “you know, as a cardio surgeon i definitely shouldn’t be eating this stuff. but i don’t really think i can bring myself to care right now.”

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@rcditvs — for any muse !

hela was not known to be a particularly soft person. she most definitely was not the kind of person that attended a town-wide event on the beach. the screaming children running all around, the obnoxious music coming out of every ride, and the overwhelming smell of grease was fair from the goddess’ idea of enjoyment. but what she did enjoy was cotton candy - or she would if the line she was waiting in would hurry up. “gods, i wish fenris was here to take care of this,” hela muttered bitterly.