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#{singing Trump on Americas got talent is my life}#{OOC)

sancty

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#Muse #V;Talons and Feathers #aesthetic

rpmusings-galore

Now the ｄａｍａｇｅ is done

I can’t escape, can’t run

Can’t undo what I’ve done

#musings #Oddette #V;talons and feathers

wxckedwxns:

Zelena cautiously took the woman’s offered hand. “I’m Zelena. Pleasure to meet you.” She put on her best face, smiling sweetly at the young woman.

She hadn’t understood the purpose of giving everyone new names for the Dark Curse since no one was meant to remember their past life regardless. Unless of course the creator of the curse had always meant it to be broken and the double-life was intended to be an extra punishment.

The building storm outside turned the bookstore into a rather cozy shelter, peaceful but buzzing. And it put Zelena at ease.

“Yes, I am new. Its all.. quite the adjustment I’m afraid.”

It wasn’t a lie. It was getting rather complicated trying to keep track of who everyone was and how they were linked.

“Yes, it is an adjustment. I can’t imagine what it’d be like just suddenly waking up here with a whole year gone with no inkling of where you are. I at least had prior experience. ”

When the original curse was broken all Oddette’s memories came flooding to Ophelia. It had been more than difficult trying to reconcile who she was in The Enchanted Forrest with who she was in Storybrooke let alone with who she was now. The two lives couldn’t seem to find a middle ground. Oddette’s selfish past and Ophelia’s selfless teaching were opposites. Perhaps attempting to be kinder to strangers was a good first step.

Lighting struck a street lamp. Ophelia jumped -- hand clutching her chest. The storm seemed to be growing, bigger and bigger, worse and worse. The idea of walking home in it was not appealing.

“Well if you have any questions I’d be happy to help.”

This curse, it was different. The people who came over this time round had no false lives. No new names. They were still them, just in a new realm. In a way Ophelia envied them.

#wxckedwxns #para #V;Back again #Ophelia

ameliaqueenm:

Amelia nodded. “I like it in Storybrooke, I’ve always preferred it to Camelot, when we went back there I knew I hated it. My ex Guinevere took over. But Ingrid and I reclaimed Camelot, I hope that women gets chucked in jail.” Amelia stated. “She’s evil that Guinevere.”

“I’ve never been Camelot, I’ve been to DunBroch, they were allies of my Father, but I always wanted to see more of the world, our world that is.” That was true, and yet when she had opportunity she chose to stay at the edge of Lake Nostos for fear of loosing who she was.

“I’m sorry. I know a bit about conniving loved ones. My best friend from childhood stole my kingdom and betrothed from me. Well kind of, anyway.”

#ameliaqueenm #chat #V;Camelot came to Town #ophelia

madasateacup:

Jefferson grinned softly. “I don’t yammer.” He protested. “Do I?” he bumped against her playfully before realising that was probably a bad idea.

“Twelve, if you please, Princess.” he added.

“Just a little” Oddette’s nose scrunched as she suppressed a laugh. Despite what she was sure was their limited time together, she was sure she could find some entertainment in it despite the lessons. Convincing him noon was better than nine was already a victory. “Twelve it is then.” It seemed her entitled inability to compromise on time had won out.

Oddette paused. She tilted her head to the side and her smile morphed into a coy smirk.

“Well it’s been a pleasure, Jefferson.” She was sure to cross in front of Jefferson on her way to watch the men train. It never hurt to draw a new mans eye -- even if he was just a tutor.

#madasateacup #Oddette #Jefferson #V;Spoiled Rotten #para

heroicbeliever:

“Well considering my grandfather is the Dark One I might kind of be on his side here. I mean what is it that he took from you that can be so important? Can’t you just ask for it back. I mean he is kind of a reasonable guy here, that is unless you lost it too him in a deal – than you are kind of out of luck.” Henry spoke fast trying to stop Ophelia before this whole thing got much more out of hand. “Really you should think this through a little more.”

“He took my mother’s engagement ring.” Ophelia’s words were heavy, weighed down with guilt that she had traded it to begin with, and for what? For the power to make Odile unappealing to Siegfried. At first, she had thought the ring The Dark One had enchanted to fulfill their bargain had been her mother’s engagement ring, but it was a counterfeit, a fake. The true ring was still in his possession - she hoped.

“I doubt he’d give it back, and I may have lost it in a deal, but that deal has passed. Besides we’re in a different realm, and the parameters of our deal are no longer in effect. If they we’re I’d have talons a feathers.”

Their deal. It had been a flimsy thing full of trickery. The Dark One had already made a deal with Odile, a deal to make her queen, to keep Siegfried by her side and secure the two kingdoms alliance. Oddette’s attempt to secure Siegfried's love played right into their hands. Her insecurity had been her downfall.

“I’ve thought this through plenty. That ring is the last piece of my mother left in any realm. I was too selfish, and too fixated on a man who could never love me to realize what letting that ring go meant.” The door opened. A bell chimed. The shop sat quiet.

“Now, you can stand there and keep guard or you can come in and help me look. Two sets of eye’s are always better than one.”

#heroicbeliever #Ophelia #Storybrooke #V; Memories restored

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breathtakingqueens

You don’t have to listen to those mean girls. They’re just there to make you upset and make you feel bad about yourself. And you know, inside, they feel bad about themselves too. But they don’t wanna admit it to anybody.

#muse #fc

madasateacup:

At the end of his lesson, Jefferson glanced back over to Oddette. He noticed then how strikingly beautiful she was. He shook the thought off, however, knowing nothing could come from this.

“Well Oddette?” he asked with a little smirk. “Have I totally turned you away from the idea of myself as your tutor?” he raised his eyebrows, the smirk never leaving his face as he awaited her response.

“No” she began, voice teasing “but it’s only day one. There’s still plenty of time for me to grow bored of your yammering” His smile was infectious, nothing like the tutors before him, but deep in her gut she knew he wouldn’t stay long. The turn over rate was high within the castle walls. Oddette knew better that to get too close. She would learn all she could, but keep her own secrets close.

“What time tomorrow?”

#madasateacup #Jefferson #V;Spoiled Rotten #Oddette #the enchanted forrest