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camerongoodkinrps:

as your roleplay partner, i vow to:

always send you memes

be patient with you and your replies

never get angry with you if you want to drop the rp

be up for plotting 24/7 (even if im asleep you should spam me)

understand when real life gets in the way

pester you with a lot of headcannons

take twenty years to reply

love you forever

#{ especially that twenty years to reply bit ackkk }#{ but yes all of this is true }#||beware the mun my son||

serpcntstaff:

jxbber liked for a starter.

I’M AFRAID OF NOTHING. Jafar had NEVER been one to confront his own fears. Subjecting himself to the torture of reliving the events of his own dismal childhood would prove to be futile. To most, the motive behind the Sorcerer’s actions was nothing short of a mystery. Many believed he sought power, some thought he wanted revenge, or possibly riches. What he wanted, what he truly wanted was the CHANCE to do to his father what he’d done to him all those years ago…and now, he’d get the chance.

Forming an alliance with the famed Jabberwocky of Wonderland was an easy decision for the Scourge. He knew having the creature by his side would ensure his success. The duo formed a DISTORTED alliance, one without trust, without belief in the other, and one that would never be mutually beneficial as long as one had power over the other. The Sorcerer’s words escaped the crevice between his lips as he spoke to his “partner.”

“ Tell me, Jabberwocky. What is it you’re AFRAID of? I’ve suffered ENOUGH, listening to your insufferable rambling about fears and the dread that lies within us…Enlighten me, what is it you dread? ”

The question the sorcerer posed was not an unexpected one; no, many who had come into contact with the beast ( though none who had ever freed her ) had questioned what the monster who fed on fear could possible fear herself. She supposed she owed him an answer, and had he truly wished he could have asked long before then. The answer was either picking away at his mind, or he was simply so overcome with boredom that he needed to fill the empty silence with SOMETHING.

"I fear... what anyone fears." She began vaguely, leaning back over the seat in which she had draped herself, catlike. "I spent a hundred years in the dark, alone with my thoughts, JAFAR. And in that time, in that darkness, alone with one's mind... one tends to go a little bit... mad. Pondering their fears and their life."

But she had yet to answer him, and she righted herself in the seat, leaning her head to the side and allowing a loud cracking of bones shifting into place before she continued on; "I fear that I am the only of my kind. A fact I very much know to be true-- if not always, then certainly by now. But I still fear it. The thought of being completely ALONE in the World. Does that------ surprise you?"

#serpcntstaff #{ omg arrives 3000 years later }#{ I'm so sorry! yes this was perfect! }#||v.He Took his Vorpal Sword in Hand||

lostiisms:

“No, it’s not natural. It’s not natural to force someone to be afraid. No more than it’s natural for a man to kill another and simply claim that death is natural, because the victim didn’t HAVE to die. Not then and there, anyway”

She drew herself to her full height. Which, admittedly, was not very impressive. She was just a girl, after all. A girl faced with a terrible monster. Just like the heroes in her stories.

She had to be a hero, too. She had too. If she didn’t, she could get hurt.

“Fear is only necessary when it protects someone from danger”

WELL. Listen to her, the little miss. An expert on this world and barely even half of the Jabberwocky's own height. And she was standing so very tall, so very brave even as she shook. The beast could hardly take her seriously.

"And... are you here, then, to stop me? To slay the monster? No, I imagine not-- death is natural, but not murder... or so you said. So, what shall you do?"

She was growing tired of this little PEST.

#lostiisms #||v.Beware the Jabberwock My Son||

higherformofbravery-blog

“ Figures why no one’s asked you to babysit before. How about we start off with changing his diaper? ”

jxbber

"Your parents trusted a wicked witch for a nursemaid, so why not a dragon for a babysitter? Tell me, why doesn't big sister do the watching? Don't they trust you more than me?"

#{ -tosses this into Storybrooke verse- }#{ because awwyiss my emma is back. owo }#higherformofbravery #||v.Fear is Coming||#{ well back-ish but whatevs xD }

“I never cared much for BABIES.”

#{ open because I got distracted on a baby blog }#open rp #ouat rp #||v.Undetermined||

ravenstowritingdesks:

❝ You. ” Her breath caught in her throat, eyes wide. { the jaws that bite } how could it be…? { the claws that catch } They had left her in Wonderland { BEWARE THE JABBERWOCK, MY SON }

“You.” She repeated, the blood drained from her face as she took an unconscious step AWAY. How quick that warm smile had faded from her face–how quick happiness can be taken away. It had been the voice–right from the beginning the voice that had been the single thread of familiarity. But now it seemed everything fell together, the woman’s mannerisms, right down to the length of her nails. Fear had never taken her like it had in that moment– not when there was someone else to fear for now.

“ What are you doing here? ❞

"Me."

And OH, there it was. That delightful twinge of fear in the air that had always acted as Alice's perfume. So strong now, with someone to PROTECT. Again, her eyes wandered down to where the swell of the mother-to-be's stomach would soon be, and she allowed herself a smile.

"FEEDING, Alice. You see, when you... succeeded in Wonderland, you taught people an invaluable lesson; they didn't need to be afraid. They were PROTECTED. By you. And with no fear, I was going to... wither away. DIE, Alice. You were going to have been the cause of my DEATH."

Her eyes wandered back up to those bright ones, and she could still see the little girl who had so long ago been spouting riddles and chasing rabbits. The fear was the same, even now. Would her little one run away to Wonderland? She had to wonder.

"But now, here I am. In the one place, the one world out of them ALL, where people are ruled by fear. And I can see... it even grips dear, little Alice."

#ravenstowritingdesks #{ my formatting went to hell but it's 4 am tbh }#||v.Beware the Jabberwock My Son||

lilacevil:

“Jabberwocky?Oh! Yeah, that makes a lot more sense you look just as you’re described in the stories.” Mal smiled but it was laced with the tone of her backhanded compliment. “This is true, I’ve yet to meet one who doesn’t.”

"I hate to think what your home life must be like, if you've never seen a dragon out of her scales." Still, she was amused more than anything, more than the annoyance that clawed underneath each of Mal's words. "The little Maleficent, who has yet to live up to her name... I've heard nothing but good about you."

#lilacevil #||v.Do Not Meddle in the Affairs of Dragons||#{ pshhh-- Jabber loves when people speak their minds. }#{ liars get under her skin so Mal is safer being rude amusingly. xD }

נιввєя נαввєя—— I’m so bitter about having to redo that reply that now I’m just going to go and do icons for the rest of the evening. Belle’s drafts got finished so Jabber is going to be priority when I get on tomorrow.

#||beware the mun my son||

wiickedly:

To her it was a baffling surprise to find out her mother was the QUEEN OF HEARTS. Every women that was related to her got to be queen, except for herself and that only allowed her blood to boil – she was no QUEEN OF THE WEST, she was merely a ruler, one who had absolutely control over the near barren land. The Munchkins did fear her, but that was only because they also feared the other Wicked Witch – nonetheless, to had found out that Cora once ruled Wonderland only caused her to feel even more upset than she already had felt.

Then it was a unfamiliar voice that caused her to turn her head around – and so she did.

“How so?” She dared herself to ask the unfamiliar feminine figure that had leaned against the wall, speaking to her with an amused glint. Zelena in response could only raise an eyebrow, equally as intrigued and amused at the statement.

With Zelena's prompting for continuance, the Jabberwocky pushed away from the wall to approach the woman, her eyes looking her over intensely, as though in some attempt to take in every detail of the woman. She didn't look like Cora. With regards to the conversation at hand ( and the Jabberwocky herself ) this was a good thing. After all, Cora hadn't exactly been the most BELOVED.

"Cora is DEAD." A fact that her daughter likely already knew, had to already know, "As it is, no one had come up to------ take her place. There is the RED QUEEN, of course... but royalty simply FELL into her lap. She wasn't BORN for it. Not like you."

And there the Jabber stopped, position directly before the red haired WITCH and drawn up to her full height. A curious look overcame her, one slender brow lifting as she questioned.

"Don't you think it's time... that you became the woman you were DESTINED to be?"

#wiickedly #{ ugh. not as good as the first reply. }#{ thanks a lot tumblr. }#||v.Beware the Jabberwock My Son||

Awesome, tumblr. Delete that whole reply. Make me lose it. Awesome.

#{ so fucking pissed right now }#{ because I didn't fucking notice }#{ and wrote over the draft so now it's gone }#{ fuck. FUCK. }#||beware the mun my son||

propermotivation:

“I ain’t bloody heroic. You wanna talk heroics, talk about Ana and what she gave up to save Alice.”

"PLEASE. Neither you nor your little Red Queen are anything more than common THIEVES who were in the right place at the right time."

#propermotivation #||v.Beware the Jabberwock My Son||#{ FEAR THE RAISINS WILL. FEAR THEM. }

withabox

WELL WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE. ( the Doctor’s OWN madness fogs the madness of the land making it hard to read. What was one man’s MADNESS was another’s SANITY. ) but a SLY, strange smirk curves on the Doctor’s features ; the BITE back in his new associate’s BARK. He hadn’t thought it would stay buried for too long. These things have a way of catching up to those who RUN WITH WOLVES. A swift slick back of his quiff by an unnerved hand before the Doctor sniffs, and looks around their ENVIRONMENT once more. It didn’t seem too MAD to him. And he’d been in ASYLUMS.

“ I thought I just told you … just here for a HOLIDAY. And what about you ? Are you INMATE or WARDEN ? ”

His walls were up, as soon as the METAPHORS had started ( if they had ever been down at all - never could be sure with the Doctor - he wears a MASK that could almost be called his TRUE FACE ) and the smile can be flicked from humored to dangerous like a switch, if the timing was right. Best see her answer FIRST. But she wasn’t getting in his mind today. If she was scared, then that was SOMETHING. What scared the Jabberwocky then ? If he needed her SCARED, then she would be. BUT ONLY IF.

A sound that may have intended to be a LAUGH escaped her throat, burbled up until it met the air, her eyes practically alight with amusement. Yes, this Doctor character AMUSED her, asking questions of the MONSTER and yet---- AND YET---- that sensation of fear never fully subsided. He was beneath her skin somehow, picking and prodding at her without even realizing it.

"Wonderland HAS no WARDEN------ we're all just inmates, Doctor. Even me. Even you."

A HOLIDAY. The words still made her wonder what sort of madman she was faced with, what sort of creature had come from STARS to hide in the underlands of madness, in this wondrous horror show. Truly, he belonged here as much as she.

"And how did you choose this place for your------ hn, holiday?"

#withabox #{ reposted for notifications sake! }#||v.Beware the Jabberwock My Son||

Aʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴅᴏ ɪs ᴊᴀʙʙᴇʀ.

#once upon a time rp #ouat rp #ouatiw rp #descendants rp #Independent Rp #indie rp #{ guess who remembered why she hates gif promos? THIS GURL. }#{ what a hassle. but it looks hella sweet so I win. }#||promo||

נιввєя נαввєя—— new theme! and the longer I look at it, the more I like it. More here tomorrow, then finishing Belle’s drafts and hopefully getting some new thing going on Ava.

#||beware the mun my son||

scarletrxyalty:

the queen really couldn’t help but SNORTING amused, because at the end the only one who sounded DELUSIONAL was the creature in front of her. “oh DARLING, when you’ll realize you’ll NEVER get what you want.. well, it will be too LATE and you’ll be STUCK to a wall again.”

"Don't pretend to know me, PRINCESS. You don't know what I want, truly want------ all you know is that I am the monster you were told by your husband to fear, and that is what you did. Always doing as you're told, until it could save your LIFE." Her palms made contact with the bars hard, hard enough to shake the metal against itself. "So I suggest that you learn when to hold your tongue, ANASTASIA."

#scarletrxyalty #||v.He Took his Vorpal Sword in Hand||

demonslookingback:

Carcer would have been embarrassed to note that he’d actually gasped out loud if he hadn’t been so preoccupied twisting around, searching the shadows for any sign of the Jabberwocky.

He laughed, a note of panic ringing clear in the sound. “That’s, ah, one hell of a party trick… All right, I’ve learned my lesson, I have. You can come out now, I won’t try anything–promise.”

"Your promises mean nothing to me. Why should I rely on the word of a psychopath? No conscience, no guilt... Your word is like that of a child. It holds no value, save for in the minds of petty little things that fall for pretty little lies."

And yet, despite all that, the Jabberwocky once again set foot on the same soil as Carcer, her near golden eyes watching him closely. She wore a vicious sort of smile on her lips, amused at the fear she could feel still lingering in the air around the man.

"Your words are nothing but useless jabbering."

#demonslookingback #||v.Beware the Jabberwock My Son||

beyondbeliefdoyle:

“Well, I’m sure one of those things is true. The ‘being pinned to the wall’ bit definitely is. I’m not entirely convinced you’d actually help if I un-pinned you, however, seeing as you haven’t answered my question at all. Now, have you seen my husband, or shall I try asking someone who isn’t pinned to a wall?”

The creature very nearly growled ( if such a thing had been in her nature at all, she certainly would have ) and merely cocked her head at the woman, a sneer making its way onto her features, "I haven't seen much of anything, locked away in here. But I can FIND him. Faster than anyone in Wonderland. If you simply get me down."

#beyondbeliefdoyle #{ sounds good kitten~~ }#{ ugh so slow so late love me anyway }#||v.Beware the Jabberwock My Son||

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