Wolf O' The Woods

"Let me in, let me in..." This is an indie OC for Once Upon A Time. Character is a mix of the Big Bad Wolf from the Three Little Pigs fairy tale, and The White Wolf from the Grey Fairy Book. In Storybrooke, Holland Thornwood owns a demolition company. He's an expert in various types of explosives and architecture, known for his reclusive tendencies and famously explosive temper. Mun and muse 18+ || NSFWcontent will be tagged || Blog is Multi-verse, Multi-ship || Please read "Read First" before RP-ing

[once-a-huntsman]

The Morning After || Graham and Holland - Closed

[once-a-huntsman]

“Only from a distance. The tree I camp in gives me a good view of the grounds from your place to the castle. So I can look out for you and waylay and students who are thinking of entering the forest. I don’t…I wouldn’t…want to intrude on your privacy.” He glanced round and smiled wryly. “Well, unless strictly necessary.”

He had been glad to see Thornwood smile, he hoped that meant he was coming to terms with accepting his help. He really didn’t want to intrude, but he couldn’t leave without making sure he was going to be alright.

He was still disgusted that he seemed to be the only one doing so. He assumed that at least some of the other professors must know, if only from when he was a student himself, and to find out that no-one else cared enough to check on him made his blood boil. The medi-witch must know, and while he thought they were probably both happier it was him, this was, by all rights, her responsibility.

He was a little surprised by the lack of the questions that usually came when he spoke of his past, whether from curiosity or pity and he found himself commenting. “You know, you must be the only person who hasn’t responded with at least one question when I talked about my past.”

[wolfothewoods]

Holland gave a one-sided shrug. "Pasts are like assholes," he said bluntly. "Everyone's got one, and they don't make great topics for conversation." It wasn't the whole truth, but the sweeping generalization was a lot easier than the reality of it. The reality, after all, was that pasts hurt. Especially pasts like theirs. The morning had been rough enough without adding salt to old wounds. 

He finished off the last of the soup and, feeling at least a little more...alive, he pushed himself up off the bed. His muscles were already starting to tighten and burn, but it was nothing he hadn't felt before. He moved a little slower than usual, but he managed to get over to the sink alright and rinse the dishes. He would wash them later. 

Barefoot, he padded over to his dresser and picked out a shirt to tug on. "If you want to talk about it, though," he added, heading into the bathroom. The rabbit stew had been good, but he could still taste the troll blood. And while he wasn't optimistic about a single good brushing getting rid of it entirely, he was holding out hope it would at least help. "You know where to find me." It seemed like the least he could do, after all. 

[wolfothewoods]

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[wolfothewoods]

You asked for it || Holland&Theon

[theongreyjoyofficial]

"Only for those who do not speak enough." Theon always looked delighted of hearing his own voice. His attitude and the way his body reacted didn’t match, but he trusted that at the end everything would be under control. "Just go and keep going with your little hunting, I’m not on the mood tonight" He tried to avoid him, to send him away. Theon knew it wasn’t going to work, but it was worth a shot.

He backed away a few steps as he saw him approaching. The young lord was not thinking straight. Or not thinking at all. On the woods, and walking backwards, he would eventually fall down or bump into a tree. He was digging his own grave, serving himself in tray just for that Dog to take. His eyes, the way they were looking at him, sent a shiver down his spine. 

Stop thinking about it, Greyjoy. And if only he could heed his own advice…

[wolfothewoods]

"Maybe they can't get a word in edge-wise," Holland suggested, voice heavy with implication. Equal parts accusatory and teasing. He smirked. "And what's t'say I'm not still hunting. Might be I found my prey. Might be ye are my prey. Ye certainly look the part: wide-eyed and wet-palmed. In my experience, a man only looks that way when he's looking for somethin', or when somethin's looking for him."

He took another step, dancing the dance as the castle-dweller stepped back. He really was a curious thing. A funny thing. And strangely at odds with himself, it seemed like. "Tell me," he said, "which one are ye?"

[wolfothewoods]

Out of Thorns

// I'm not really sure how it happened, but I somehow went from <80 followers to two away from my first hundred. You guys sure you're in the right place? 

[rpmememaker]

Sentence Meme sentences

[wolfothewoods]

"Are you crazy?”

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Are you even listening to yourself?"

"Are you sure they won’t find out?”

"Are you sure this is legal?”

"Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

"Are you threatening me?"

"Be mine."

"Do I know you?"

"Do you love me?"

"Do you remember this?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Don’t go."

"Don’t let me die"

"Don’t look at me like that."

"Don’t make me beg.”

"Don’t you dare come near me!"

"Don’t you dare."

"Explain yourself."

"For you, I would _____"

"Give it back."

"Give me another chance."

"Have you ever even done this before?"

"How drunk are you right now?"

"I already regret this."

"I am not wearing that.”

"I can’t believe you missed that."

"I can’t do this anymore."

"I can’t even look at you."

"I could kill you!"

"I dare you." or "I dare you to _____."

"I didn’t do it.""

"I didn’t know you could do that."

"I don’t want to look at you right now.”

"I guess this is goodbye.”

"I hate you."

"I have to go."

"I just want to cuddle."

"I know your secret.”

"I love you, but I really wish I didn’t.”

"I love you."

"I miss you so very much."

"I missed you."

"I need a drink."

"I need a hug."

"I never really loved you."

"I owe you."

"I think I broke it."

"I think I’m falling in love with you. "

"I think I’m forgetting something."

"I think it’s broken.”

"I trust you."

"I want to be yours."

"I want to try this thing I read in a book.”

"I want you. Naked. In my bed. Now."

"I’ll be there in five minutes.”

”This is really inappropriate.”

"I’m all for spicing thing’s up, but isn’t this a bit much?”

"I’m bad for you.”

"I’m dying."

"I’m going to be sick."

"I’m not speaking to you anymore."

"I’m pregnant and it’s yours."

"I’ve never heard that one before."

"If you stay quiet, no one will know.”

"Is that my shirt?"

"It was me"

"It’s so beautiful.”

"It’s time to choose.”

"Just five more minutes."

"Just go."

"Just leave me alone."

"Just let me die."

"Just relax."

"Just what did we do last night?"

"Kiss me you idiot."

"Kiss me."

"Make me."

"Marry me?"

"My Parents don’t know"

"My parents know.""

"Never again."

"Nh, don’t be so rough!"

"No, that can’t be my baby."

"No! You can’t die on me now!"

"Put it away.”

"Put your trousers on!"

"Put. The. Weapon. Down."

"Shut up and listen."

"Take responsibility."

"That isn’t mine."

"That looked easier on TV."

"That sounds painful."

"That was a bad plan."

"That’s mine!”

"That’s the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard."

"They’re coming.”

"This seems familiar."

"This stays between us."

"Truth hurts, don’t it?"

"Want to hear a secret?"

"We need to talk."

"We’re moving too fast.”

"Well that was unexpected."

"What are we doing here?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"What are you touching?"

"What are you?"

"What do you need?"

"What happened to you?"

"What have I done this time?"

"What if someone catches us?”

"What sort of noise was that?”

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?"

"What were you thinking?"

"Where are my clothes?"

"Where did you find this?"

"Where do you even find this sort of thing?”

"Where were you?"

"Who’d have guessed you could pull such a face?”

"Why are you wearing that?"

"Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am."

"You could have died!”

"You could have killed someone!"

"You coward."

"You don’t need to be so gentle.”

"You drive me crazy!"

"You have ten minutes, so make it quick.”

"You lied to me!"

"You mean everything to me."

"You owe me."

"You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!"

"You’re all out of ____."

"You’re an idiot.”

"You’re bad for me.”

"You’re dead to me."

"You’re pregnant and It’s mine"

"You’re really good at this…”

"You’re so weird.""

"You’re under arrest."

[wolfothewoods]

Tete a Tete || Graham & Holland

[once-a-huntsman]

Graham couldn’t exactly say he felt back to normal, he was pretty sure that normal was going to be a long time coming. But he was at least closer to how he had been earlier, before the boy had decided to challenge him. But letting go of the anger meant dealing with the mixed up ball of pain and rage underneath which he had been trying to avoid.

He opened his eyes when Thornwood finally spoke. He seemed to genuinely be concerned and it felt weird, to have someone who not only cared, but knew how to handle him, he’d never had that before.  Granny tried, but with her there was always this undercurrent of her trying to fix him, as if everything would be OK if she just got him properly adjusted to the human world, if he just ‘moved on’ from his ‘tragic childhood’. She wouldn’t have realised how much just getting him outside would help.

He didn’t know where to start. He wasn’t much one for talking at the best of times, and he didn’t talk about his feelings. He didn’t even knew the full story and, given how he had reacted to one arrogant fourth year, he thought his decision to stay well clear of the astronomy tower was good one.

“It’s Jones.” He finally managed to force out.

“He thinks he might know something about my…about…” He struggled to find the right word, he wouldn’t honour them with ‘family’ or ‘parents’, those titles belonged to the pack. “About the people who threw me away.”

[wolfothewoods]

And suddenly, the world made sense. As much as it ever did, at any rate. There were only a few things he'd ever noticed that could get Graham bent out of shape. Pack and family - and for Graham especially, those two were not necessarily the same thing - were high on that list. 

He frowned thoughtfully, then leaned in. This wasn't the sort of conversation for prying ears. He had half a mind to offer to take this back to his hut, hash it out over tea. Or maybe something a little stronger, if he didn't have a class after. It was against the rules, but well, Holland had broken more rules lately than he cared to think about. 

"What did he tell you?" he asked instead. 

[once-a-huntsman]

The Morning After || Graham and Holland - Closed

[once-a-huntsman]

“I was raised by wolves, squeamishness was not a luxury I ever had. I’ve been skinning and butchering my own kills since I could hold a knife, I’d have either frozen or starved to death if I hadn’t.” He worked methodically through his injuries, bandaging those that required it and just cleaning those that didn’t. “I think I might have scared the medi-witch at my last interview with exactly how un-squeamish I was.”

“She actually went pale when I explained that I’d broken my arm falling out a tree in my eighth winter and had had to set and splint the open fracture myself.” He laughed quietly. “I think she may have passed me just to get me to stop.”

When he got to the shoulder wound he switched to his wand to clean it with a quick tergio. The cleansing spell wasn’t really that less painful that cleaning a wound normally, but it was quicker and given how bad his shoulder was, he wanted to be sure it was clean before he bandaged it.

Once he was satisfied that Thornwoods shoulder was properly bandaged he got up returning to the kitchen area. After emptying the bowl he made up a pot of herbal tea and served up a bowl of the rabbit stew. He handed the bowl to Thornwood and poured them both cups of tea before sitting back down.

“So, how are you feeling now?” He looked a bit better and Graham was relieved that it looked like he wouldn’t need to call the medi-witch.

[wolfothewoods]

Holland actually chuckled, and didn't even regret it too much when his ribs twinged. They would heal quickly enough. A week or two. Faster than a normal wizard's would, at any rate.  And he could speed the process along once the wolfsbane was out of his system. 

"Do me a favor," he said, "and don't talk about skinning animals when you're poking around my bloody wounds." There was a smile on his face as he said it: a tired smile, but a genuine one. It tightened into a grimace when Graham cast the tergio, a low growl breaking from his throat and fingers twisting in the sheets hard enough he felt the threads start to tear. 

He didn't start to relax until after the wound was bandaged and Graham was up at the stove, at which point he pried his fingers from his sheets and flexed them once or twice to try to get feeling back in them. His shoulder still ached, and his ribs twinged, but by the time Graham asked, he felt... "Better." And then, as an afterthought, he added, "Thanks." 

The first few bites of soup were incredible. They were hot, but after the cold outside, it felt good to get some warmth in his blood. And he really was hungry. "So," he said about halfway through the bowl. "Have you seen it? Me, I mean...during the shift. Have you seen...me?"

[wolfothewoods]

The girl continued to twirl "Can you break my shoes?" She asked

Holland caught the girl before she could make another spin, holding her firmly in place. "If you can sit still, I will. Otherwise, it might be a problem."

[milo-mcambrose]

Forest. Tonight. Sundown. || Milo and Mystery Messenger

[milo-mcambrose]

Well, he guessed that settled it. It had been Professor Thornwood that sent those letters earlier. In hindsight, he really should have known. No one else had quite the same mastery of monosyllables as he did, and he always suspected he had hidden subversive talents. Shame he was too big of a rule monger to let his trick flag fly. 

Then again, the fact that they were out there in the woods doing this whole ‘cover of moonlight’ meeting kind of suggested that maybe Thornwood wasn’t quite the stickler he thought he was. 

He wasn’t really sure what to do with it, though. 

"I didn’t know it was you," he admitted. Which was harder than it should’ve been. He was the guy that knew things. The guy that knew everything. To admit that he’d been clueless wasn’t a good feeling. And to admit it to the guy that’d pissed him off so royally just a couple days ago didn’t help. “You didn’t exactly sign it with hearts.” 

[wolfothewoods]

"I'm sorry it had to be that way," Holland said, because it seemed as though that was the first thing that needed saying. He really was sorry. He'd seen the hurt look on Milo's face every time he closed his eyes since he'd left his office the other day, and it had been like a kick to the gut each time. In hindsight, maybe he could've handled it better. But he wasn't one to second guess himself. "But it did have to be that way. Students and teachers..." 

He sighed. He wasn't going to let this conversation end up like the last one; honesty was the only course. "If I agreed to go with you to the dance, and someone found out about it, I could lose my job, Milo. I would lose my job. And unfortunately, I don't have many options outside of Hogwarts." Or any, really, now that he was registered as what he was. His records were sealed, not for public access, but that didn't mean people didn't find out about it. He was honestly amazed he'd made it so long as he did with as few people knowing as they did. 

"If I was smart, I never would've done this," he admitted. "But I had to do this, too. I can be a bastard sometimes. I can be cross, I can be short-tempered. Merlin only knows I make an ass out of myself more times than not. But I can't stand it, the thought of someone else's hands on you, the thought of someone else's lips on yours, and I don't even know why. You frustrate the hell out of me, Milo. And we can't do this." He put a hand on Milo's shoulder and leaned down to whisper, "Yet." 

[ouatindiehelper]

wolfothewoods

I’ve been rp-ing with this person pretty much since they made their blog a few weeks ago, and I’m constantly blown away by the quality of it. They are an OC, but their character is incredibly well fleshed-out with his own strong voice. He’s unique, and yet somehow fits really well into the world of OUAT. The mun is also a real sweetheart, and their writing is amazing. They’ve had a few other blogs here and there, and they’ve been really helpful to me while I try to figure out rp-ing, so I wanted to give them a shout-out over the holidays as a ‘thank you.’ I feel like they deserve it. 

[lovedoesntneedproof]

Something In The Cake || Alice&Holland

[lovedoesntneedproof]

She smiled at him gratefully, then asked, “Have you seen Professor Gold anywhere? He must have some kind of antidote.”

[wolfothewoods]

Holland shook his head, but reached into his pocket and pulled out a hard candy. He'd done a little preparation of his own for the night, and although he wasn't a master like Gold, it didn't take much to whip up a counter potion for the kinds of things the kids were mixing in the food and drink. He'd done his time on their side of things, after all. "Take this," he said. "Should help." The candies were just easier to carry than a pocket full of little vials. 

[wolfothewoods]

Tete a Tete || Graham & Holland

[once-a-huntsman]

Graham felt a small bit of the tension leave him when he heard the boy was fine, that he hadn’t actually hurt anyone. Yet, a small voice in his mind whispered and he dismissed it. He trusted Thornwood. He wouldn’t let him hurt anyone.

He followed the professor without question, a part of him relieved to have someone else take control. The last time he had felt like this was when the pack had been slaughtered, but then Faolan had been injured badly enough to need his full attention. But this time there was nothing to distract him and keep him focussed, and he needed someone to tell him what to do, because if left on his own the consequences could be deadly.

He hadn’t realised quite how much he had needed to get out of the castle until they were outside, the open space all around him helping to slow his breathing even as he noticed he had been close to hyperventilating. As soon as they were far enough away from the castle for him not to feel so trapped he stopped and closed his eyes, breathing in the cold winter air as slowly as he could manage, trying to centre himself again.

He knew Thornwood was not going to drop this and the thought comforted him as much as it terrified him. He knew he needed help but he didn’t know how. How to ask, how to accept. So he just stood there and breathed.

[wolfothewoods]

Holland watched with a surprising rush of relief as some of the tension began to leave Graham's frame. His breathing slowed a bit, and he didn't look quite so caged. So trapped. He still didn't look at ease, but Holland had learned a long time ago to take his victories where he could find them, as small as they might have been. 

In the interest of keeping a good thing going, he gave Graham a minute or two to collect himself. He needed answers, both as a teacher, and as a friend to Graham. Whatever was wrong with him, he had to get to the bottom of it. But he had no more classes for a while; he wasn't in any hurry, and it seemed to him as though Graham could use the break, too. 

Finally, though, he decided Graham had cooled down just about as much as he was going to. "So, you want to tell me what's really been going on?" he said. No sense beating around the bush. Graham was a smart kid, and he wasn't the kind to pussyfoot around something. It wouldn't do either of them any good. "Something tells me you didn't get all up in arms over one kid getting in your way. So what else is there?"

[wolfothewoods]

The girl twirls uncontrollably towards the professor. "Hey there professor. Can you do me a favor?"

Holland watched the student approach. He didn't recognize her, or her...antics. And he was generally good with faces. "Guess it depends on what it is," he said.

[wolfothewoods]

I'm not the villain. Not today.

How I've spent the last few hours...I blame ABC Family? And a certain RP group (side-eyes OUATHP loudly).

[wolfothewoods]

The girl began to twirl uncontrollably towards the professor.

[lovedoesntneedproof]

Something In The Cake || Alice&Holland

[lovedoesntneedproof]

"I-I think so." She sat herself up, then slowly stood up, bracing herself against the professor, "It was the damn Tweedles." She said, answering his first question, "I know it. They do this all the time. I have had it with those two!"

[wolfothewoods]

Holland would never say it aloud, but he was actually glad to hear a name other than, say, McAmbrose, being mentioned as the cause of the trouble. He knew about Milo's intentions with the punch bowl, and he'd warned him off it. Truthfully, he'd been kind of worried he'd pursued...alternative directions. "I'll take care of them," he said. But first, he would take care of her.

[wolfothewoods]

Tete a Tete || Graham & Holland

[once-a-huntsman]

No, it hadn’t been pride, or at least not just pride, he had fought hard to have better control than that. Any other day he would have just laughed of the boy’s challenge, not even acknowledging it. But his rage had been building since his conversation with Snow that morning and the boy couldn’t have done better at making him lose control if he had known what he was doing and had been trying.

“Is he OK?” He needed to know, he didn’t think he damaged anything but the boy’s pride, but he hadn’t dared stay to check.

He couldn’t stay still anymore and started pacing, hoping it might disguise how badly he was now shaking, it was probably too late but he didn’t want the professor to see how close the the edge he was. Anyone else and he would already be gone by now, consequences be damned. His eyes darted to the door as he contemplated whether or not he could make a run for it. Thornwood might have a size and strength advantage on him, but Graham was fast.

[wolfothewoods]

He looked like a caged animal, Holland realized. In a way, he supposed it wasn't too far off. People like him - people like them - they didn't do well in four walls, not when they were stressed. Seeing the way he paced, as if needing to vent some barely-contained energy that was building inside, it made him wonder if maybe this conversation couldn't be better had someplace else. 

He didn't bother asking. He rose, grabbing his coat from the back of his chair. "He's fine," he said. "And I'm on my way out. So walk and talk." He really did need to run some errands, namely to the owlery. And if they took the scenic route through the grounds, then what harm could that do. "Come on."

The sooner they were outside and Graham stopped looking like he was ready to gnaw his own leg off and make a break for it with his remaining limbs, the sooner they could really get this mess sorted out. There was something he wasn't telling him, and Holland intended to find out.