Pinoccio's Booth

Pinocchio. AKA August Wayne Booth. ----------------------------------------------------------- Once a magic tree.... once a puppet carved with love. A wooden boy given animation and consciousness with a wish. Later to earn full humanity through his...

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Vet gave him a mini cast. Poor thing.

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Feel better little guy. Feel better.

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August Wayne Booth   ||   Pinocchio

For the month of August I’m hosting an August appreciation month for    my    favorite    male    character    in        Once Upon a Time. I’d love for you all to join me! Fan fiction. Videos. Manips. Anything! Feel free to post in any relevant tag you want, but it would be cool to also keep track of all the beautiful pieces of work in the tag August W. Booth Appreciation and Wooden Swan Appreciation

My favorite ship is Wooden Swan (bonus: because August and Emma are my two favorites in the whole show.) but you can make any ship edits you want, as well as Wooden Swan edits even if it’s not on the appreciation day. I just wanted single out 8/15 as Wooden Swan appreciation because of August’s quote in The Stranger.

❝ Because at 8:15 in the morning, I woke up with a shooting pain   in my leg. That’s 8:15 at night in Storybrooke. Sound familiar?  That’s   when   time   there   started   to   move   forward   again. I was supposed to be there for you, and I wasn’t. Because I was halfway around the world, I got a painful  reminder just how far I’d strayed. If that tree won’t make you believe,  maybe this will. ❞ 

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“Thank you Granny.” Alice said politely making a move towards the chocolate chip cookies that smelled delightful to her, well treats did since she had such a sweet tooth.

Looking over at the two Alice gave a warm smile as she still wondered who this mystery man was. He didn’t even give her the pleasure of knowing his name. She had hummed to herself quietly as she  had dunked the earl grey tea bag, her favored one of the rest, although she wasn’t a particular girl when it came to her teas. Alice sipped her tea savoring the very taste of it, as she had small memories pop up in her mind. Smiling at the memories Alice was brought back to Story Brooke as she licked her red stained lips as she bit into the treat again. 

“So how do you know her? If I may ask?” Alice said as she had wiped the cookie crumbs from her lips with a napkin before licking her lips. 

“And what is your name? If I may ask?”

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“My name? Yes of course. Pardon me.” August thought very carefully. He would need to do so probably for the rest of his life thanks to Gold forcing Blue’s potion on him. He decided to accept the slightly embarrassing truth and embrace the necessary fiction himself- and allow acquaintance and friend alike the choice of names to all him.  He swiveled the chair to face her a little more directly.

“Pinocchio, at your service.” The puppet that was offered her a polite nod like papa would have expected him to. “Though in this world I took on the name August W Booth out of necessity... and admittedly a true desire to not be beat up at school on a daily basis.   August or Pinocchio- call me by whichever name your most comfortable with.” 

The brief mirthful smirk passed as he answered her question about the venerable master of the diner- the true center of Storybrooke.

“Oh your wondering about Granny?” August paused- not wanting to sound too proud. Though he was. “Well she isn't technically my grandmother. She’s Red’s. She and my father Geppetto served together in Charming and Snow White’s great counsel back in fairy-tale land. Their service there created a friendship between the two. A friendship that survived and was re-established after the Queen’s twenty eight year curse was broken.”

His eye’s left those of the beautiful mystery lady, to follow Granny as she took another party’s order. 

“Granny is... Hmmmm?... How to explain Granny?...” One hand rose to thoughtfully stroke the stubble under his chin till the answer came to him a few moments later.  

“Granny what most of us call her. It is her well earned title so to speak. She’s pretty much a caregiver and protector. I have a connection to that fierce and kindly lady from my childhood. Though others in town are her friends and peers as equals. I would guess I’m not alone in the notion. A feeling rather, that she may be ‘granny’ -in spirit at least- to us all.” 

So lost was he in that glowing narrative that he noticed too late Granny could totally hear him with her enhanced wolf like hearing. Granny cleared her throat in that manner that actually meant slight displeasure. Her steely eyes narrowed on him- August thought he saw a slight smile gentle the grand old woman’s face. A curmudgeonly “Hurumph!” Escaped Granny’s lips as she went back behind the counter without a word to pass the table’s order onward to the kitchen and lost herself in some busywork that left the pair of them alone.

August quickly changed the subject- returning his attention to the lady one seat over. 

“Sorry. I didn't mean to be rude and go on forever like that.” He apologized, “Might I ask who your name, Miss...?” 

The tiniest hint of mirth again as he waited for hoped for confirmation of his earlier guesswork.

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“Oh I don’t know quite honestly. My tales are quite something since they began when I was younger. It’s fine really, Lewis was actually a close family friend. He thought I was delusional is all..” Alice said giving a simple shrug to the man as she recalled her past as she noticed Granny Alice waved towards her a shy smile on her lips.

Grinning widely, Alice listened to Granny and the man have a quite a banter. Giggling slightly in some parts as she bit her lip softly as she had pointed towards her nose.

‘How peculiar.’ She thought before giving it a small shrug as she had turned to granny.

“Tea would be lovely thank you.” Alice nodded politely before licking her lips. “Uhm maybe some cookies or something. I am not quite hungry at the moment.”

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Granny nodded. She left both of them briefly and then returned with a small metal teapot of piping hot water and a small selection of various teabag choices. A small plate with two gourmet cookies from Grannies own oven upon it. Chocolate chip and semi soft ginger-snap.

“There’s a fresh pot. Take your pick.” The old woman placed her hand on her hips then turned to August, “Well young man... Feel better?”

“Um?” August began clumsily. 

He had had a trial sip of the root-beer float already but he wasn't ready to be drilled on it. As expected. Way too sweet. He started to say something and made a face but then Granny gave him that look. 

Yep that -‘You better not turn your wooden nose up at my food mister’ -look. So ignoring the straw entirely he hauled back a big swig. Despite nearly giving himself an ice-cream headache, It was oddly comforting and his mind drifted back to a few days ago when he feet didn't come near to touching the floor. Good memories of time spent with his dad, ‘Uncle Archie’ and friends like Henry.

Suddenly the confection was was less sickly sweet and more - familiar perfection. And yup... It was still good.  

The once wooden boy offered Granny a smile and an affirmative. 

“Yes ma’m.” 

The elder woman quietly grinned at the melted ice cream that had plastered his mustache. Satisfied with the reply, she then moved on to see to the needs of other customers. 

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Work on post when back from work. Cheers. Sorry for delay.

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ooc: Migraine kicking in. Will work on post tomorrow. :(  Sorry for delay.

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“Hm, I am quite the curious one when it comes to these type of  things.”

Adjusting to her skirt to where she saw fit she gave a charming smile to the man. She pondered on whom he could’ve been. Scanning through her thoughts Alice had rubbed her hands together looking over at the man before pursing her lips into a kind smile.

“A biographer?” She chuckled thinking about the fact of another story for her to be apart of. “I believe I did once upon a time.. He got the stories wrong though.” 

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“That’s a shame. Maybe you should try again?” August suggested, “You know... with someone less likely to embellish or alter the truth. Someone who’s learned you don’t treat a person’s biography like it’s fiction. It’s deplorable... It’s a breach of trust. It’s-” 

“Mostly harmless.” August had not noticed Granny approach. She smiled at the both of them, her thoughts her own. She refilled his water glass without the need to ask. Briefly looking a little upset seeing his untouched coffee and food she continued the conversation in a sympathetic manner. 

“Believe me young man if anyone has a right to complain about botched up characterization your looking at her. But what am I to do? Go back in time through the ages and knock anyone who retell’s my daughter’s story with me winding up as a wolf’s snack on their asses?” 

August shrugged and had to fight off a grin as he briefly imagined a crossbow wielding, time traveling, ass kicking Granny.

“It wouldn't do a damn bit of good. I've stopped letting it bother me.” The grand old lady added firmly while still offering him that ‘you poor thing’ look, “This is about the cricket thing in that Collodi fellow’s book isn't it?”

He almost mouthed ‘no’ but Granny tapped her own nose as warning.

Pinocchio nodded. ‘Yes.’

“I didn't try to kill Mi Grillo Parlante on my first night. I only-” 

Granny offered one last glace of sympathy and placed a rootbeer float in front of him. 

“Your usual. It’ll make you feel better.” She said with certainty.

Before he could protest that that was Pinocchio the boy’s usual treat, not his, Granny had already turned her attention to the young woman.

“Tea’s alright is it?” More a statement from Granny and the real question followed. “Would you like anything to eat honey?”

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Reblog if you are willing to roleplay with an ESL student

For those of you who don’t know, ESL stands for English as a Second Language.

 It has happened to me more than one time to be discriminated because my sentence structure is a bit different and since people care so much for being literate, I would like to know those who don’t really discriminate, as long as it is understandable and it doesn’t show horrible mistakes that makes it hard to read.

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ooc: Working much of tomorrow. Will check blog and replies tomorrow night. Peace all. :) 

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The metal napkin dispenser was gently pushed by a once wooden finger and scooted to a halt in front of the fumbling but clearly kind woman. 

She deserved better then this but damned if he wasn’t halfway enjoying the mysterious, yet good nature d banter. It sure as hell beat being interrogated by five villains at once.

“That must be a little distressing.” August was still curious as to who she was. He gently bit his lower lip as he thought carefully about his next words. “I hope my nosy nature hasn’t compounded your fortune or misfortune -depending on the situation-  of having ‘that kind of face’. This is Storybrooke though and it’s almost assumed everyone here has a story or a role to play in one. Epic or supporting.”

It was his turn to smile again.

“I have a nose for these things and I get the distinct impression you fall into the epic archetype.”     

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 Alice had flashed him a charming smile as she took the napkins from him a small ‘thank you’ breathed under her breath as she had wiped most of the tea.

She had enjoyed the small banter between the two, of course she always enjoyed them.

“Not really, it just means you get to meet new people.” Alice mused as she tapped her fingers on the counter with a grin. “Ah, don’t worry love I just think you’re being curious. Curiosity sometimes gets you to magical place. Epic or Supporting I am glad to sport it. It is true, everyone has a Story whether they believe in it or not.”

She flashed him a charming grin before running a hand through her hair.

“Ah do you now? I do believe there are quite some tales that describe my life but, not all the way. I believe there are other important epic story tellers in the archtype.”

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“I’m sure your right that there are others. But they’re not sitting so near.” 

So she had been in more then one noteworthy adventure? Confirmed. 

This had to be Alice. It was the wrong accent for a certain adventuring Kansas girl. Pinocchio - the boy- was still part of the man and he couldn't help but feel a little excitement. Alice was one of his heroes and now he knew she was real. All grown up, still alive. Apparently with undocumented and untold further adventures. 

The writer in him couldn't shared the curiosity the boy would have had as well.

“Have you ever thought of consulting a biographer?”

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make me choose » anon asked: alice or anastasia

perhaps you’re underestimating my power. no. you’re underestimating mine.

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Alice chuckled in amusement as she had stopped humming. Looking over to him before pursing her lips before giving him a warm smile. Of course she was remembering a lullaby that her mother had sang to her when she was a child. Lavender blue dilly dilly lavender’s blue if you are king dilly I’ll be your Queen. Her mother’s soothing voice echoed in her head as she awaited for his reply. She had arrived to the ‘town’ not to long ago.. A week perhaps? Alice had hardly lost the track of the time.

‘Oh stop daydreaming Alice, and pay attention for once.’

Sitting up straight as she pulled out of her small daydream.

“Oh it’s fine love no worries, I may just have that type of face” Alice shrugged smiling kindly. “You’re actually not that bad at hiding your body language.” She blurted out blushing slightly as she shook her head. “I mean- really how?” 

‘Goodness now she sounded conceded great job Alice’

“Ah don’t worry love it seems to happen quite much during my lifetime.”

‘Stop rambling! Goodness Alice just drink your tea.’

Drinking her tea with such grace, Alice had accidentally spilled some on her favored white dress with blue flowers. Moving quickly she had rushed to get the tea out her clothes.

‘Curse my clumsiness, suppose I had spent to much time with the hare and hatter.’

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The metal napkin dispenser was gently pushed by a once wooden finger and scooted to a halt in front of the fumbling but clearly kind woman. 

She deserved better then this but damned if he wasn't halfway enjoying the mysterious, yet good nature d banter. It sure as hell beat being interrogated by five villains at once.

“That must be a little distressing.” August was still curious as to who she was. He gently bit his lower lip as he thought carefully about his next words. “I hope my nosy nature hasn't compounded your fortune or misfortune -depending on the situation-  of having ‘that kind of face’. This is Storybrooke though and it’s almost assumed everyone here has a story or a role to play in one. Epic or supporting.”

It was his turn to smile again.

“I have a nose for these things and I get the distinct impression you fall into the epic archetype.”     

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“Thank you.” Alice nodded as she looked at him chewing on her bottom lip. Usually she would be shy and keep to herself it was a nice change.

“It’s alright, don’t worry.” Alice answered flashing him a warm smile as she wiggled slightly in her chair. Gently picking up two sugars Alice had torn the top of the two and poured them slowly into the cup as she stirred the tea gently. Humming an old english song Alice had sipped the tea and then gently wiped her mouth with her napkin. “Is there a problem?” 

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The accent- like music to his well traveled ears. The hummed tune possibly Greensleaves?.. was narrowing the identity to this world further. The tea was red flagging in his brain. Well lots of people drink tea from the myriad of realms but... the Wonderland section of the storybook flashed again behind his eyes... This was Storybrook and to be here she had to be ‘someone’.

Stop right there. ‘Hey are you Alice of the hat?’... is not how you open this conversation woodenhead.

A compromise then...

“I’m sorry for staring. You simply look very familiar. Yet I can’t recall why-” August shook his head. Frustration masked by a stupid grin. “It’s probably my fault. I lost most of my memory a couple years ago--”

Don’t tell her you were transformed into a nine year old child. Don’t tell her you were transformed into a nine year old child. 

“and only recently regained it. If you are someone I should know but don’t  or can’t please don’t be offended.”

Great... Now your an amnesiac. At least it was a true statement, albeit incomplete. Sky blue eyes crossed briefly to check. 

Yup. All good. His problematic proboscis remained unchanged.

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Happy Munday!

As you can see, Snow has given up on my Sassy badassness!

Myself as Regina

pureheartprincess as Emma

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“You really must pardon me but will you be a dear and pass the sugar?” Alice asked looking over at the man as she licked her lips as she spun in her chair slightly as she dipped her spoon in the tea looking around the diner curiously.

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“Yes M’am.” Unconsciously August responded as his younger self might have to authority. It would have been adorable from the boy but from the man it probably sounded like unwarranted snark. 

“Sorry... here you go.” He added in a softer tone. With a gentle nudge and slide down the counter-top the sugar dispenser made the short journey to the lady’s place setting without incident. She looked familiar. August wondered if was that recall from Storybrooke itself or an illustration from some chronicle in Henry’s Storybook?

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Reblog if you are proud of your URL

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( asdfgjkl; you gave me august feels all over again over things i reblogged xD xoxo )

lol I was just worried if it’s a deep burn. You can judge yourself. As for the ice- well you know of course no more then 5-10 ish min at a time. Fire bad as Frankenstein’s brother might say… So is freezing for us mortals- despite what your new friend Anna can do. Although the cold washcloth wrapped around the finger is no harm at all. warms quick enough to present no danger. Enjoy gaming the night away. I’m off to play Guild Wars 2 myself.  :)

OOC: I should probably start posting from this account again… The muse is returning though in what form… I could not say yet.

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After some reading.,…

Maybe don’t use ice… at all.

On the plus side- it looks like the cold washcloth is a “go to solution”:

Phew- halfright.