let your conscience be your guide

Indie RP blog for Pinocchio, from Once Upon a Time. OC and crossover friendly. Blog contains spoilers for the end of season two. Note: All GIFs marked Zacharina are not to be redistributed or used in GIF hunts. They were a gift from a friend.

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2.18 | selfless, brave and true

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these shoes make me like a grown, honest man

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Pinocchio - pleasure island scene. 

This terrified me as a kid. Yeesh

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Pinocchio-character design

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A WIP of #Pinocchio and #bluefairy

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what do i look like, a jackass? || pinocchio & michael

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  The person who occupied the space was lackluster compared to the fearful imaginings of the thing slumped over near a fallen log. His dark brown hair was tied tightly behind his head so as to not snag in any branches, a heavy wool cloak to protect him from the picker bushes and clothing that was, perhaps a little too clean for a day to be spent outside. Even so, the cotton clothing was unimpressive, worn in all the right places to keep the teenager’s shoulders from bleeding and tearing from the otherwise rough fabric as he walked. Michael appeared no better and no worse than the son of a farmer, as he was frequently told.

The only indication of his apprentice marked by the usual items he had gathered into his wooden basket, hung from the crook of his elbow as he buried himself in the brush in search of a blue jay’s nest. Berries, several colorful minerals no larger than his hand, and two peelings of fresh birch bark had been collected so far; making nothing in his basket edible, unless he could process the slight toxins in the red berries like the bird whose nest he was in pursuit of. All and all… safe for the forest, as long as he didn’t run into any starved wolf or bear.

"Just a child," Michael called out, delayed from the fact he couldn’t imagine himself as a bother to anyone. Mindful of the fact a bow may be pointed at him, he stepped backwards once before slowly straightening himself out to his full height, which was, impressively tall for his age. But at fifteen, he was still not quite a man and not enough of a threat to risk pressing the issue.

That was when he saw the hybrid; something he couldn’t quite put a name to. The boy bit down on his lip thoughtfully, unsure of what he had just frightened so very much. "If you belong to one of the fae courts, you needn’t fear me. I don’t have any interest in gathering scales or dust today. Just feathers and eggs for my — …uncle."

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"Fae-- what?" Pinocchio's voice wavered still, but upon seeing that it was no one to be fearful of, he made to stand. His wooden knees creaked slightly as he did so, and his hat nearly slipped off his head, but he snatched it up again, replacing it atop his crown. "Eggs?"

Oh, golly, he was hungry. Terribly hungry. He'd eaten at Pleasure Island, ate beyond his fill, watched Lampwick do the same. Pinocchio had even smoked-- had even had alcohol to drink, something foamy and pale, and it had tasted horrible, but it was so forbidden, so taboo, that he couldn't help himself. He was still hungry now, despite everything, and the prospect of eggs made him take a step forward, long ears perking up.

"I-- I can't find my father," he said. "I'm lost, and I'm hungry, and I can't find my way. The forest is so big and so dark. Do you think... Do you think you and your uncle can help me? Please?"

He really did want to apologize for everything. He felt horribly foolish for running off the way he did, for falling prey to Honest John's tricks. Real little boys didn't do things like that, he reminded himself, and he wanted so badly to be a real boy.

"I'm Pinocchio!" And apparently he hadn't learned his lesson about giving out his name to strangers. But this boy didn't look like Honest John, or the coachman, or Stromboli. He didn't look like he was evil. "Please will you help me?"

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what do i look like, a jackass? || pinocchio & michael

          Pinocchio had wandered too far.

            It was no surprise to anyone, or wouldn't be, if anyone were around. The Enchanted Forest was a large place, full of twists and turns that he wasn't familiar with, and he'd been in such a panic to escape that little so-called island that he just ran blindly. No one could possibly help him; where would he even begin to look? Only the Blue Fairy's magic could save him now, but she wouldn't want to, not after everything he'd done.

          Abandoned his father, abandoned his only friend, allowed himself to be tempted and tricked into abandoning his studies, too. It was no wonder he wasn't a real boy; a real boy wouldn't do this. A real boy would have done what Father asked of him, would have gone to school with his new book and his new jacket instead of giving it all away for a ticket to a show. A real boy would have turned his back on Honest John and that sly grin. A real boy would have listened to his conscience.

         Pinocchio wasn't a real boy. He wasn't even completely a puppet anymore -- long ears were tilted back on his head, a tail poking out of his trousers and draped on the log beside him. What good was he at this point? All he did was disappoint people. All he did was make Father angry, all he did was give into the temptations Jiminy warned him about. 

         He was crying. He couldn't even shed real tears! Still he cried, doubled over on the log until he heard a rustle from a few feet away, and he went tense, quickly falling off the log and trying to find a place to hide. He couldn't afford any more trickery. Frightened, Pinocchio allowed himself to speak, his voice high and tinged with fear.

         "Who-- Who's there?"

        He imagined the fox and the cat stepping out from the bushes, ready to hang him for good. He imagined Stromboli with his booming voice and funny beard. He imagined the coachman at Pleasure Island, whipping the other donkey-boys across the behind with his crop, throwing them into a cage to be shipped away.

        "I said, who's there?!"

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(( Probably coming back to this blog soon! Yay! ))

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wearemostlymen, sawthemonsters, quipsandthwips, solidarius & littlepuppetofpine

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Did you hear about new island. Japanese island. How funny. Suddenly. New island. Pshhooh. Volcanoes are my favourite. Hot.

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"I was on an island once!" 

She didn't ask. Pinocchio was just a very sociable boy, never met a stranger he didn't like. Well, no, there were a few exceptions, but for the most part, Pinocchio adored the company of others, especially adults.

"Mine didn't have a volcano on it, though." His smile was bright, expression curious and friendly, and he said, "Have you ever been on an island?"

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(( okay how about this

If I owe you a response (meaning, if you'd like to keep our thread going), or if you would like a starter from me, can you please like this post? I'll probably get to them later today. ))

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Nice to meet you!

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so just now in Ancient Greek I learnt that the word “augment” means to lengthen things, and how that applies to the name Augustus, when I had a moment of life changing realisation

THIS MOTHER FUCKER CALLING HIMSELF AUGUST BECAUSE HE’S MOTHER FUCKING PINOCCHIO WITH HIS MOTHER FUCKING LENGTHENING NOSE YOU SNEAKY LITTLE SHIT THOUGHT WE WOULDN’T NOTICE BUT WE DID

also just now google told me that the rest of his name, Wayne Booth is from the dude who coined the term “unreliable narrator”

BECAUSE HE’S A MOTHER FUCKING LIAR WHO LIES YOU NOSE LENGTHENING SLY SHIT

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(( actually the better question is, do you guys still want to RP with me, if I came back?

I'd be dropping a few threads -- keeping ones with the people I've talked to OOC, though, obviously. But I don't know how welcomed back I'd be so yep. Hi. ))

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(( *digs self out of her Norman account to flit here for a bit*

OMFG okay wowza

I might come back to this blog because I miss this obnoxious little squirt ))

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Countdown to the (Australian) Frozen Release: Pinocchio

I completely forgot to do this yesterday (I’m off to a terrible start already wow) so I’ll be doing both Pinocchio and Fantasia today.

I’ve been completely distracted by the Hanspocalypse that’s been going on in the Frozen tag right now so this will probably be brief. Thoughts and ranking under the break!

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