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crownsnbats​:

     Steve was in the midst of the library, he had a report due in literally twelve hours and how much did he do? zilch, none. “Stupid…why won’t words go in huh?” A light chuckle as he tapped the end of his pen against the desk, practically causing the entire library to stare as him as he sat back in his chair, trying to think of what to write. ‘This is why I shouldn’t of gone to college, maybe I would of done better at…culinary school or some shit.” He muttered to the person across from him. @woodshorestarters​

university  was  overrated .    yes ,  in  one  life  merlin  remembered  attending  pharmacy  school   &   in  another  life  he  went  to  college  out  of  boredom  hundreds   of  times  but  now ,  looking  back  on  it ,  it  really  didn’t  matter  whether  people  went  or  not .   jobs  just  decided  it  was  a  huge  deal  somewhere  around  two  hundred  years  ago .    merlin  leaned  over  to  see  what  books  were  around  the  other  to  try   &   guess  the  topic .        ❝    you  still  can  go  to  culinary  school .    no  one’s  stopping  you  from  leaning  and  doing  that .    what’s  the  report  on  anyway ?    ❞

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undertheviolentmoon​:

The Fire Pits interested Triss. Fire was basically her friend, so it was simple as to throw a simple fireball in the pit to light it up. “Huh,” she looked up and saw the stars, her lips tugging into a small smile. “Never thought the stars up here would be beautiful like the ones back home.” she said to no one in particular. @woodshorestarters​

he’d  watched  light  pollution  slowly  steal  away  the  stars  over  time  but  there  were  still  places  they  managed  through .    woodshore  wasn’t  an  overly  bright  town ,  for  example .        ❝    they’re  the  same  stars  as  everywhere  else .    the  town  isn’t  huge  so   ---   helps  to  see  them .    ❞           he  tossed  a  twig  into  the  fire ,  watching  it  curl  up  in  the  flames  before  looking  back  to  her .         ❝    where’s  home ?    ❞

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ephcmere​:

BROWS  FURROWED,   as   the   nephilim   eyed   the   game,   attempting   to   understand   the   concept   of   it.   was   it   really   rigged   ?   that   —   seemed   so   dishonest.   bright   blue   hues   of   innocence   turned   to   face   the   other   just   as   he’d   offered   him   a   prize.   ❝   really   ?   ❞   another   act   of   kindness.   people   around   here   just   generally   seemed   nicer   than   what   he   was   used   to,   especially   upon   coming   across   strangers.   ❝   can’t   say   i’ve   ever   had   one   before,   but   uh,   thank   you.   you   seem   pretty   good   at   this   game.   ❞

❝    yeah .   take  as  many  as  you’d  like ,  honestly ,  i’m  not  a  hoarder .    but  i  am  a  fan  of  prize  giving .    everyone  should  get  a  fair  prize  at  least  once .    ❞            giving  felt  good  at  the  end  of  the  day .    merlin  had  quite  a  few  bad  traits  but  he  was  never  overly  selfish ,  especially  when  it  came  to  stuffed  prizes  he  didn’t  need .     he  hands  money  to  the  vendor  for  another  round  of  the  ring  toss  but  before  throwing  any  of  the  rings  he  pauses  then  offers  one  to  the  other  with  a  raised  brow .          ❝    do  you  want  a  try ?   ❞             though  it  could  look  like  he  was  setting  the  other  up  for  failure ,  a  simple  spell  on  the  rings  would  make  him  just  as  good  as  merlin  seemed  to  be .

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ofpurgatcry​:

“i’m pretty sure you cheated.” nicole snorted, brows raising. but she couldn’t prove it – nor did she care too. they were rigged, so what was the harm in the vendor losing a few prizes? nicole certainly didn’t mind. “you sure–?” nicole took the giant bear that was offered, smile touching her lips. “waverly will love this…” her girlfriend was all about the cute things, after all. “–thanks.” 

mock  offense  takes  over  his  features  before  he  carelessly  tosses  another  ring  over  the  bottles ,  only  glancing  away  for  a  moment  to  help  hide  the  gold  in  his  eyes ,   &   looks  back  to  his  company  as  the  ring  makes  it’s  mark  once  again .         ❝    who’s  to  say  i’m  not  just  extremely  good  at  the  bottle  ring  game ?     could  have  been  practicing  my  whole  life  for  this  moment  or  something  like  that .    ❞            he  picks  out  another  small  prize  this  time  from  the  irritated  vendor .             ❝    you  can  take  as  many  as  you’d  like  honestly .    and  you  can  even  say  you  won  them ,  i  don’t  mind .   ❞

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bravehearts​:

    If she hadn’t settled for being a teacher in Woodshore, she might just have worked at the Cupcakery. As it was, she could still visit and she visited often. Probably a little too often, but who could blame her? Clara ordered a red velvet cupcake and some french vanilla flavored coffee before she turned around to take a seat. Almost a little too quickly because she nearly bumped into someone on the way to the seat that she’d been eyeing. Clara took a quick step back and let out a relieved sigh when she didn’t drop her coffee or cupcake. “Oh! Sorry! I didn’t see you there. I didn’t get anything on you, did I?” 

@woodshorestarters​ || open starter

she’ll  deny  having  a  sweet  tooth  but  that’d  be  a  lie .    her   &   a  lot  of  her  previous  regenerations  could  easily  be  tempted  by  sweet  things .    the  smell  of  the  store  as  she  passed  pulled  her  away  from  her  exploration  around  town .    a  carrot  cake  cupcake  wouldn’t  be  turned  down  so  she  ducked  in .   turning  to  toss  something  in  the  trash first ,  however ,  had  her  knocking  into  someone .       ❝    i’m   ---    ❞       her  next  words  were  supposed  to  be  ‘ perfectly  fine ,  no  worries ! ‘   as  it  would  be  with  any  stranger  that  a  simple  accident  happened  but ,  instead ,  the  doctor  got  a  good  look  at  this  not - so - strange  stranger’s  face .   this  was  far  from  a  stranger .   this  felt  like  missing  home  more  than  anything .         ❝    clara .    ❞

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remnants-scattered-through-time​:

Threepio looked at the person they’d accidentally ran into and for a moment they froze up. After a moment they quickly reached for some napkins before offering them to the ‘stranger’ with an apologetic smile. “ My deepest apologies, I should have been more observant of my surroundings. It should wash out rather easily but you didn’t get burnt did you because I would feel absolutely horrible about that.” They looked down at themself for a couple of seconds as a soft sigh escaped them. 'Is that really him or is it just someone who looks like him…’ They thought as they looked back up at the other with a curious expression.

the  more  the  other  talks ,  the  more  obi-wan’s  brow  pulls  together .    as  he’s  wiping  himself  off ,  hearing  just  the  voice  of  this  stranger ,  the  more  familiar  it  sounds .    not  as  someone  he  talks  to  every  day ,  but  certainly  someone  who  talks  a  lot  when  they  are  around .     however   ---    this  man  wasn’t  wires  incased  in  metallic  gold .     he  couldn’t  say  this  would  be  the  strangest  thing  that  he’s  run  into  in  woodshore ,  though ,  if  the  familiarity  turned  out  to  be  relevant .           ❝    i  believe  i  also  wasn’t  looking ,  it’s  not  your  fault  alone .    ❞         he  glances  up  to  give  a  reassuring  smile .           ❝    allow  me  to  get  you  a  replacement  coffee .    please .    ❞

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remnants-scattered-through-time​:

Cassidy nodded his head slightly even though he had enjoyed what time he’d spent on the planet he’d been on. Unlike on Earth he really hadn’t needed to cloth himself in a manner so that it could block out the sun although he did use his umbrella when he had gone out during the day. “ So it was unpleasant then. Yeah I don’t think I’d want to go back either so ye ain’t alone when it comes to that.” A soft sigh escaped the vampire as he watched the other sit down. He could understand if the other was a bit hesitant to sit down with a complete and total stranger. “ Yeah I’ve never really been a fan of paintin’ myself. It can be so hard to find yerself a muse and when ye do find one ye have to paint it or sketch it out quickly before ye lose inspiration. Oh… would ye believe me if I told ye I was a bartender?”

he  smiles ,  feeling  eased  by  how  talkative  the  other  was .   sometimes  it  was  the  simplest  things  as  a  good  conversation  to  feel  better  about  things .   even  if  he  had  admitted  one  of  the  most  insane  things  he’s  ever  considered  moments  ago ,  things  didn’t  feel  as  crazy  just  sitting  around  a  library  table  chatting .            ❝    were  you  in  the  desert ,  too ?    i  know  near  the  end  some  people  traveled  and  other  people  started  on  nicer  planets .   ❞             christian  didn’t  have  much  money  to  travel  at  the  time ,  he  never  made  much  anywhere ,  so  he  stuck  it  out  there  but  there  were  some  who  caught  travel .    he  tilts  his  head  at  the  other  to  think  about  where  he  could  see  him  working .   bar  tender  didn’t  seem  absolutely  far  fetched .         ❝    i’m    ...     yes ?    i’m  not  so  good  at  guessing  but  i  could  see  if  now  that  you  say  it  if  that  helps .     really  hoping  you’re  not  lying  to  me  just  to  see  if  i’d  say  you  look  like  a  bar  tender ,  though .   ❞           he  chuckles .             ❝    writing  is a  lot  easier  to  have  a  muse  for .   i  think ,  at  least .    it  is  for  me .   ❞

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sumcvivus​:

it did sound crazy - completely mental. but then, so were some of the things scorpius had been remembering in recent weeks. dreams of a castle had been one thing, but then the wand had shown up and with it, he had done things that felt more like muscle memory than active choices. so maybe he had a point, but that was - that was bloody mad, wasn’t it? “you met – a character.” he repeated, a look of disbelief coloring his face. “how the hell d’you figure your book and reality are the same?”

his  hands  fidget  in  front  of  himself ,  his  fingers  twisting   &  pulling  at  one  hand  then the  other  just  for  something  to  do  to  distract  his  mind .   his  eyes  close  as  he  shakes  his  head ,  thinking  back  to  satine .    her  smile ,  her  hair ,  her  eyes .    he’s  known  them  for  years  yet  just  met  them  them  all  at  the  same  time .    he  shakes  his  head  slightly  before  opening  his  eyes  again .            ❝    because   ---   she  knows  me .   the  character .    i  didn’t  mean  to  exactly ,  but  i  always  imagined  the  main  character  in  the  story  as   ---   as  an  extension  of  myself .    sort  of .    he  was  me .    and  he  falls  in  love  in  the  story .    and  she’s  here  and  i’m  him .    she  remembers  the  story  happening  and   ---   so  do  i .   more  than  just  remembering  it  from  what  i  wrote ,  i  mean .    i’m  starting  to  get  memories  of  actually  living  it .   ❞

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❝    i  thought  these  were  supposed  to  be  rigged .    ❞             they  were .    as  rigged  as  any  carnival  game  could  be ,  in  fact ,  but  with  a  bit  of  subtle  magic   &   the  joy  of  beating  a  scammers  at  their  own  game ,  anything  was  possible .    merlin  had  managed  to  take  three  of  the  biggest  prizes   &   a  collection  of  smaller  ones  by  now .    as  the  worker  reluctantly  hands  him  yet  another  large  stuffed  bear  he  turns  to  the  person  to  his  nearest  left .           ❝    do  you  want  this  one ?    i’ve  got  enough .   ❞

OPEN STARTER   /    @woodshorestarters​​​​ ,  event 008 .

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cfhumcnity​:

it was late, nearly closing time for the golden lion, an authentic ‘irish’ pub with an authentic irishman behind the bar. sean had been given the keys to lock up, a sign of trust after some cash had mysteriously gone missing from the till last week - that wasn’t him, though, he didn’t piss in the cup he drank from. looking up from where he was refilling bottles, he spotted a figure in the doorway and something inside him tensed. a foe, a drunkard, what? sean grasped a bottle just in case before calling out ; “oi, mate, we’re closing,”

there  was  a  sign  flipped  to  close  but  remus  hardly  registered  it .    he  was  glad  to  have  a  new  home  in  woodshore  but  the  bad  part  about  it  was  having  to  learn  a  new  address   &  a  new  route  home .    he  was  good  with  directions  most  of  the  time  but  even  he  relied  on  the  clutch  of  google  maps  a  lot .    guilt  comes  when  told  the  bar  is  closing  but  asking  for  help  is  still  worth  a  shot .           ❝   sorry .   i’ll  be  out  of  your  hair  soon  i  just  wanted  to  see  if  you  had  a  phone  i  could  borrow .    mine’s  died  and  i  just  need  a  cab  or  an  uber  or  something .   ❞

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dreamcfspring​:

it was somehow jim’s first time in the golden lion, so he couldn’t say for sure what the normal practice was in the establishment, but given the fact that it was an irish pub, he was a little surprised. he looked sideways at another person at the bar and lifted his beer. “hey, did you get carded for your drink?” he asked. “because the last time i got carded for alcohol was when i was twenty, but they asked for my id.” nell would probably have made fun of it for him, but since he was alone, he’d have to make up for the self deprecation. “maybe i just have one of those faces. perpetually a teenager.”

❝    i  didn’t ,  actually   ...    not  to  make  you  feel  worse  about  getting  carded .     ❞         remus ,  though ,  always  felt  like  he  aged  faster  than  others .    he  blamed  it  on  stress .    if  james  or  sirius  were  around  he’d  say ,  specifically ,  that  it  was  stress  from  them  but  otherwise  his  furry  little  problem  was  enough .          ❝    but  i’ve  sort  of  got  the  opposite  problem  which  could  possibly  be  worse .    i’m  pretty  sure  i’m  already  getting  grey  hairs  by  now .    could  also  be  that  the  the  bartender  who  talked  to  me  doesn’t  know  how  to  do  his  job ,  really .     ❞  

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perseveriing​:

“finally a difference – and here i was just starting to think we had too much in common.” barbara commented in amusement. “i’ve been known to make a thing or two blow up, though. but intentionally… most of the time.” that aside, it was almost hilarious to her how familiar this was playing out – how many times had she been trying to fidget with some custom made gadget in an attempt to further her understanding of something? her head tilted curiously at the device and back to the other, suddenly perking up as she’d elaborated. “while you’re still here? plan on going anywhere?” it made her pause, realizing she was yet to hear of anyone leaving here, “has it picked up anything interesting?”

the  comment  brought  on  a  delightful  grin  from  the  doctor .    there  were  some  very  negative  outcomes  of  being  a  lot  like  her  but  she  wasn’t  entirely  self  hating  by  any  means .    there  were  plenty  of  great  things  about  being  similar  to  her !     being  brilliant  for  one .          ❝    don’t  love  explosions  but  i  get  they  happen .    long  as  you’ve  got  a  good  reason  for  them !   which  i  hope  you  do .    ------    you  do ,  right ?    you  seem  like  you  do  but  i  have  to  ask .   ❞             she  begins  tucking  away  the  receipt  from  the  machine  into  one  of  her  pockets .          ❝   maybe !    when  i  can ,  i’d  like  to .   i’m  a  very  big  fan  of  traveling  until  coming  here .    now  i  can’t  go  anywhere  unless  they  send  us  somewhere .     not  the  most  huge  fan  of  that ,  if  i’m  being  honest .   ❞           woodshore  was  beautiful   &   the  mystery  of  it  intrigued  her  in  the  sense  that  even  if  she  could  she  wouldn’t  leave  until  she  figured  the  place  out  but  after  that  it  would  be  back  in  the  TARDIS  to  a  new  location  as  always .              ❝    i’ve  picked  up  loads !    lots  of  dings  on  everyone  here .    ❞

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learningtoloves​:

hope couldn’t help but nod in agreement. “i can’t argue with that. coming back to town and getting to finally break out of the hotel? it feels like a dream.” the news keys to her and scott’s apartment were a welcome weight in her pocket. it was a new step in their life in woodshore, but it was finally a good one. “did you get to move in some place nice?”

❝     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 ?    ❞

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hypnctics​:

          “the guy behind the counter slipped me a free boston creme again if you want one-” the blonde holds the paper bag out, the scent of powdered sugar and dough escaping it. “i don’t know if it’s a dig about cops and donuts but if i get extra baked goods out of it i’m not complaining.”

he  wasn’t  an  unhealthy  eater   &   could  probably  have  more  sweets  if  he  wanted  but  tried  to  stray  from  them  when  possible .   however ,  there’s  not  much  you  can  do  if  they’re  offered  to  you  for  free .   he  eyes  the  bag  then  the  girl  before  giving  a  smile   &   taking  the  bag .          ❝    then  that’s  very  generous  of  him  and  thank  you .    i  can’t  remember  the  last  time  i  had  a  boston  creme  so  i’m  well  overdue  for  one ,  i’m  sure .    ❞

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silverstcrs​:

open || { @woodshorestarters​ }

Nicolas let out at a sigh as he glanced around the furniture store.  This was going to take forever.  “Ugh why couldn’t the apartment already come completely furnished,” he grumbled.  He was already debating how badly he would need certain items of furniture.  The kitchen had an island so that could work for a table.  It’s not like he was anticipating any guests.  He probably should get a proper bed and a chair or couch for the living room, at the very least he needed to be comfortable.

the  TARDIS  had  mostly  a  mind  of  it’s  own  when  it  came  to  decor .   the  desktop  background  was  one  thing  but  even  then  most  things  were  just  presetting  she  could  play  around  with .   even  in  her  other  life  she  never  decorated  much ,  mostly  there  were  other  people  who  helped  her  or  she  simply  lived  mostly  unfurnished .    now ,  however ,  she  was  determined  to  change  that .    she’d  decorate   &   she’d  have  as  much  fun  as  she  could  with  it .    already  too  much ,  possibly ,  considering  how  full  her  cart  at  the  store  was .         ❝    if  it  was  already  decorated  you  wouldn’t  get  to  put  your  own  spin  on  it !     it  gets  to  be  you  house !    i’m  thinking  i  want  a  plant  room .    i’ve  never  got  to  have  a  garden  or  plant  room !    or  i  did  but  didn’t  know  about  it .    ❞

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stentorians​:

“you know, i didn’t think there could be anything worse than a karen - then i had a burning hot latte thrown at me by a teenager. isn’t gen-z supposed to be understanding of food-service workers? like jesus christ, brayleigh, i’ll remake your goddamn latte-” god bless whoever gets to be the victim of lyla’s ranting. @woodshorestarters​

she  was  happy  to  listen  to  a  rant .    frustrations  needed  to  be  let  out   &   what  else  was  she  going  to  do ?    furnish  her  new  home ?    she  had  the  TARDIS  in  the  middle  of  the  room ,  other  than  that  interrior  design  wasn’t  her  best  skill .   she’d  much  rather  sip  coffee   &   make  a  friend .          ❝    hot  coffee ?    did  you  get  any  burns ?    did  they  let  you  go  get  new  clothes  after  that ?    i’m  sorry    ...     you  can  always  hope  teenagers  learn  better  than  their  parents  but    ...    sometimes  they  don’t .    sad !   but  true .     don’t  think  there’ll  every  be  a  completely  kind  generation .   ❞

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remnants-scattered-through-time​:

Threepio let out a soft sigh as they looked over the pages of notes that they had taken during their meeting with their newest client. It seemed as though the book that needed translating was in a language that even they did not know.  They shut the notepad before taking a sip of their coffee. “Maybe I should just give up and let someone else deal with translating that damned book. I’ve never seen runes like those before but there must be a book about old runes in the library…” They trailed off and let out a soft sigh before taking another sip from their coffee. They slowly stood up from their seat and placed the notepad in their pocket before grabbing their coffee and turning to leave the café only to accidentally bump into someone, causing them to spill the remaining coffee on themselves. A faint string of curses escaped them as they tried to dry themself off. “ Ah… my apologies. I didn’t get any on you as well.. did I?”

moving  to  woodshore  meant  stepping  down  from  his  previous  job  that  he  had  in  his  life  away  from  the  jedi  or  tatooine .     as  memories  came  back  he  pushed  himself  to  becoming  a  hermit  again  but  after  sometime  he’s  come  to  realize  he  can  form  a  different  life  away  from  exile .   walking  into  the  shop ,  he  hardly  looks  up  from  his  notepad  of  the  jobs  he’s  written  to  look  over  when  he  runs  into  someone .    a  splatter  lands  on  his  pants  but  he  was  nothing  if  not  polite   &   forgiving  in  these  circumstances .           ❝    just  slightly ,  but  i  wouldn’t  worry .     it’s  nothing  that  won’t  wash  out ,  i’m  sure .   accidents  happen .    ❞