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"Come back to Bed"

Send "Come back to Bed" for you Muse catching mine sneaking out at or getting out of bed in the middle of the night

         The woman paused in her attempts to slip her jacket on; apparently she wasn't as quiet as she thought. That, or she was apparently losing her touch -- which brought a momentary frown to settle on her lips. After a long moment, her hand came up to brush back her golden curls, but a shake of her head settled. " Sorry, I can't. It's probably best that I leave. " Her tone was almost apologetic. Emma did not take well to company of any sorts and she could only handle it for so long. That was what something like pain and loneliness brought upon her.

                               " But thank you, for your hospitality. " 

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renaissance AU

         Emma knew how to be a good sport, and at times even enjoyed watching these jousting matches. But at times, she really wondered where was the fun watching two men fight each other to the death over some kind of prize? Then again, she supposed pride had a lot to play in the matter, which was why she could never be a knight. Good thing she was a Princess, instead.

       After the third round, she had excused herself from the stands, assuring her father that she was fine and just needed to get away from the crowd. It wasn't entirely a lie, she could only handle the heat and shouts for so long. Making her way through the stands, the skirt of her dress gathered in her hands, the blonde went around back.

                               " Hey, are you okay? "

        Earnest concern could be found in the Princess' tone, brows pinched together in concern as she approached the other, a smile sitting upon her lips. " Gets kinda rowdy out there, doesn't it? " 

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"Miss Swan, you need to sleep."

MY MUSE HASN’T SLEPT FOR DAYS, COME IN MY INBOX AND MAKE THEM GO TO BED

          Eyes lifted at the sound of the other's voice, sucking in a deep breath. Looking over the papers before her, studying the contents, the woman shook her head. "I will," she muttered absently, rubbing circles into the side of her head in hopes of easing the tension there, "in a bit. I'm trying to figure this out. We don't have time to be resting." At least not her. Not when everything was, once again, on her shoulders. 

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"Darling, don't cry."

Send me "Darling don't cry." And my muse will react to yours saying this and wiping away their tears after my muse got emotional over something. (Can be anything. Muns choice.)

          Curling her lips in, Emma forced herself to take in a deep breath. Even though she knew Regina meant well, she could not stop herself as she pulled away from her. "How could you be the one comforting me when I was the one who --" the words caught in her throat and the Savior let out a small groan of frustration, combing her fingers through her hair. "I almost took Henry away. I was being selfish. I'm surprised you of all people --" God, she wished she knew how to word things properly.

                            "I'm sorry. I just -- There's so much going on                               and I want that old life back, the one you gave me:                             the one where everything wasn't riding on me and                                   me alone."

                She was a terrible person, wasn't she? 

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"Darling don't cry."

Send me "Darling don't cry." And my muse will react to yours saying this and wiping away their tears after my muse got emotional over something. (Can be anything. Muns choice.)

          God, this was laughable. Never in her life would she think she'd see the day where Regina would be comforting her. Had she not been such an emotional wreck, she probably would have been concerned about the matter. Instead, all she could do was step back, swiping her own hands across her face. Despite herself, a small and appreciative smile touched her lips before she shook her head.

                           ".... Thanks, Regina." And she really meant it. 

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*drops url*

Opinion on;

Character in general: cries because my dc knowledge is actually very limited so i cant say much.How they play them: read above, but i think that youre an amazing writer and you bring so much life to all and any of the characters you play/The Mun: we do not talk much, which we should change, but wow — youre such a sweetie and im so happy to have so much support from you! ;v;

Do I:

RP with them: we have on and off in the past!Want to RP with them: ofc i do!!!

What is my;

Overall Opinion: amazing mun and amazing writer and amazing character, like, wow!

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty

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00:00:00

In a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they'll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muses reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours.

          She was a Princess. She was royalty. It made sense that she would end up like this. On top of being a Princess, she was the heir of the White Kingdom. Whatever ransom a princess may have only seemed to increase because of the kingdom she would one day rule. Emma knew that this was bound to happen one day, and she admitted it was her fault for letting her guard down. The Evil Queen was no longer a threat to their people, which made them feel as if all was good and they were all safe from any real danger. After all, she was once their greatest threat.

        A pained hiss escaped her when the men pushed her down on her knees, hands bound behind her back. Even as she struggled against her captors, it all seemed to be in vain. At least they were not laughing or sneering her way, making them just a sliver more respectable than what she expected out of pirates. Had she not been focused on fighting against them, she would have been more aware of the faint ticking in the air, which seemed to be swallowed by the crashing waves against the vessel.

                                        00:01:04 

        When a man stepped up, who she assumed to be the Captain, she watched him rise to deck with a sense of power she would have admired had he been anyone else. Jaw tightening, the Princess swore angrily, dropping any proper pretenses as she managed to knock one of the men aside. But she was just as quickly restrained and held down. The strike across her face barely silenced her, but it had slowed her down.

         Finally, when the man stopped before her, eyes of defiance lifted to meet his. Just as lips parted to speak, she became more aware of the ticking, echoed by another pair. Eyes widened in shock, mouth left agape when a loud beep sounded. "No," she gasped out, appalled. Silence followed save for the howling wind around them, meeting equally shock eyes -- the eyes of her supposed soul mate.

                                   00:00:00

                                                               "You've got to be kidding me." 

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Show me love (and what it's all about, all right) :3

My muse making an eyelash wish using one of your muse’s lashes

          "Hey," reaching over, she squinted her eyes at the other before a smile touched her lips. It was break time between classes, and she had Herimone had become relatively good friends. "You know, they say that you can make wishes off of other's eye-lashes," Emma quipped, swiping a thumb across the other's cheek. Looking down at it, she hummed a bit. Making a wish in her head, she blew at it before offering the other a sheepish smile.

                                           "You're welcome."