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poll 2, which canons do i keep

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@liikeclockwork said: ❛ you look like you could use a hand with that. ❜ cassie @ kristoff

"Nah, I got it." Kristoff says, slugging the large bag over his shoulder. "But uh, if you wanna grab that bundle of carrots, that'd be helpful. It'll be easier for someone else to carry it while I guide Sven. Otherwise he's gonna eat the whole thing by the time we get back to the sleigh."

#asks; || kristoff; #tomorrow is good enough for me; || queue;

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@liikeclockwork said: "Yes, but only because I think the knowledge of death would be a burden you couldn’t handle" Cassie @ Anna

"A burden I couldn't handle?" Anna repeats, her brow furrowing at the other. Alice had told her that Cassie could be a bit off-color, but this conversation was not at all what she was expecting. "What exactly do you mean by that?"

#tomorrow is good enough for me; || queue; #asks; || anna;

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@liikeclockwork said: "I’m not a guy with many friends" Jefferson @ Belle

Belle sighs a bit, closing her book and shaking her head, "For some strange reason, I'm not surprised by that." She offers a small teasing smile, "There's a reason I asked you to come to the library with me, that would be the reason."

#asks; || belle; #tomorrow is good enough for me; || queue;

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@liikeclockwork said: ❛ what do people around here do to have some fun ? ❜ miseris @ belle

Looking up from her place behind the counter, Belle offers a small shrug and a gesture with a hand.

"Well, Granny's diner is always busy, The Three Bears Day Spa is a wonderful place to waste the day away--" She offers a small smile, "Storybrooke Library is my favorite place to visit, but some prefer the local Rabbit hole."

"There's a little something for everyone, but if you're looking for something a bit more magical, I'm afraid there's no where better but this shop for that."

#asks; || belle; #tomorrow is good enough for me; || queue; #--; u get o uat b elle lol

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Right, leather in good condition wasn't as rare here as it was at sea, and it isn't as though this man was going to be impressed with the knowledge of the beast it came from (if he remembered correctly, it doesn't even exist in this realm).

"My apologies for making assumptions," Killian is quick to reply, "I don't usually spend time around the most savory of individuals. Most of them wouldn't hesitate to dump a bucket of rum on my coat without an ounce of remorse."

"Genuine leather, ya say?" Jabber pretended to be impressed by this information, hands raising as he took a rather dramatic step backwards. "Why, my apologies, mate. I tend to have a problem with personal boundaries, so I've been told. Promise I ain't dirty though-- Not today anyways, love." He winked with a chuckle, not even batting an eye at the other's hooked hand.

#threads; || killian; #tomorrow is good enough for me; || queue;

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Mae can't help the laugh that bubbles up out of their throat, as she quickly stands up to follow after Germ.

"We're totally gonna get it. one of these times." Mae lightly jogs to catch up, hand lightly grabbing onto Germ's shoulder to slow him down slightly as Mae catches up.

"Once we figure this out, we can ride your bike any and everywhere."

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     “We could have died.” Mae says, completely unphased. That…probably was the result of facing an eldritch god in the face. Maybe. Her hand flops onto his face, keeping him in place for the moment, her eyes scanning over him. Besides the rips in her new jeans, she had no damage done, and he seemed to have faired just as well.

                   They were totally fine. Nice.

       “We…should totally try again.”

               “ Yeah. ”

     He almost died all the time, this was nothing new. Which was probably why he was so chill about what just happened. Besides, it was just a bike crash – those were becoming common anytime he had Mae on it with him. He wasn’t used to having two people on it, but he was getting there. Slowly.

               “ Totally. I’m sure we’ll make it without falling this time. ”

     They were totally going to fall off again, but nevertheless Germ hopped up onto his feet & grabbed his bike, already beginning the trek back up the hill without waiting on Mae.

#tomorrow is good enough for me; || queue; #threads; || mae;

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✂💇‍♀️ver.

#sparking at the bolts; || frankie; #scary sweet; || draculaura; #--; something about this art makes me feel a way #tomorrow is good enough for me; || queue;

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Idk if you take requests (ignore if not, sorry!) but the icons you make are really good! Would you do some G3 Twyla icons? (again, totally no pressure you can just ignore this!)

I'm so sorry for the late reply but here you go! Hope you enjoy. :)

#people; || draculaura; #people; || frankie; #tomorrow is good enough for me; || queue;

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Shay glances over his shoulder at Twyla, quick just in case she wasn't ready--but seeing that she has fixed her headpiece, he halfway turns back. Not looking straight at her, but enough to make it clear his attention is solidly on her.

"I don't know a lot about having siblings," Shay says, his hands still in his pockets. "But I do know how to listen, if you wanna talk about it?"

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Shay looks upwards, his hand lifting to touch his own hair.

“Huh, really?” He muses, “I never really thought about my hair, the computer–” Shay quickly stumbles over himself, “I mean, my mother–” A sigh, “I didn’t get to pick my haircut originally, then I just didn’t care about it as I got older. Sort of gave up on the whole self identity thing.”

He stays turned away, he’s not sure if looking away from Twyla would make her feel better or not, but he hoped it at least would let her fix what she needed too without too much anxiety.

“If uh, you don’t mind sharing, can I ask why you don’t like your hair?”

With her hair fully pinned back up & in place, Twyla lifted her feathery headpiece & put back on her head, covering up any sight of white. There … much better. Luckily Shay had started rambling while she finished, & she was grateful he looked away. Maybe someday she would be comfortable with her hair down.

But not today.

A sigh escaped her as she adjusted how she was sitting on the floor, legs crossing so her elbow could prop on her thigh. Chin & cheek plopped into her palm, eyes shutting as she debated whether or not she would answer Shay’s question. In the end, she felt she could be honest with him. “My sister. Or, I guess, my parents about my sister– They always say how much I look like her with my hair down. So I put it up & out of sight.”

#tomorrow is good enough for me; || queue; #threads; || shay;

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“It’s in a pink, of course I love it!”

#scary sweet; || draculaura; #tomorrow is good enough for me; || queue;

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Mae nods, continuing to look over the mess of their bodies. Her hands run over the scratches on her arms.

"My babies betrayed me." Mae mutters, clearly pouting. However, despite that, the rats are still hanging around nearby. She looks over at them, and nods a few times again.

"Should we try it again? I can get them a pretzel. They'll be happier then."

@strangemagicked / @multimuse​ said: “Wow. I definitely did not see that one backfiring.” For Germ from Mae lmao

.friends starters meme. (accepting)

               “ I did. ”

     Germ stated plainly, hands shoving themselves into his jacket pockets. Yeah, there was really only one way this was going to turn out: badly. But that didn’t stop him & Mae from trying to create a ‘rat king’ by tying some of the rats’ tails together that infested the abandoned Food Donkey. Mae said they were her babies – so logically, they should have let this happen. They did not. Now the pair were covered in tiny scratches & bites.

               “ Do you think, like, we need to get shots. We might need to get shots. ”

#tomorrow is good enough for me; || queue; #threads; || mae;

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"Oh, trust me, I'm very interested in you, Alice." He smirks, leaning forward a bit, so that he's more in her personal space. "I just know how you really are."

"And you aren't some pretty princess who arrived in my dreams. You're a knight who would fight any nightmares, aren't you?"

Well, perhaps her flirting was a bit forceful, but did he need to be so rude?

“Well, excuse me, I was simply trying to express interest in you.” Alice huffs, “A simple ’no, thank you’ would have sufficed.”

#threads; || varian; #tomorrow is good enough for me; || queue;

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sorry if someone's made this already

#soul of a dragon; || hiccup; #tomorrow is good enough for me; || queue;

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Listening to her, he's pretty confident that she's not working with a full periodic table in her mind. However, he finds himself following her, leaning over to look under the bush with her. It was strange, a compelling force that he's pretty sure most people would describe as 'charisma', causing him to follow the girl.

As she stands back up, he flinches back and finds himself nodding. But quickly tries to backtrack on it.

"Not that I--" He gestures, deciding to change his words. "How exactly do you intend to fit through a rabbit hole?"

“Oh, that’s simple–” Alice doesn’t seem to stop looking around as she replies, even lifting up the bottom few branches on a nearby bush. “The cat owes me money, and the rabbit insisted I was running late despite being twenty minutes early. He disappeared down a rabbit hole and I can’t find another to follow after him.”

Alice rightens herself, and offers a smile, “Wanna help me look?”

#threads; || varian; #--; to anyone reading this: this is how i imagine al gets any friends #--; she just gets them to do things by being charismatic #--; thats why even mister logic ends up following her #tomorrow is good enough for me; || queue;

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Twyla + Stimming With Her Bracelet

[ID: Gifs from Monster High (2022) episode Creepover Party.

The camera pans up as Twyla comes out of her shadow form. She's holding onto her bracelet.

Twyla sighs in preparation and grasps her bracelet for comfort.

Twyla stims, squeezing the beads on her bracelet, as Draculaura pops up and talks to her.

Twyla points something out, then gives in to her anxiety and doubt and goes quiet, dropping her hand back down and instead holding her bracelet.

As Frankie, Draculaura, and Clawdeen are in the background planning how to stop the bookworm, Twyla is in the foreground, sitting and stimming with her bracelet. Then books are thrown loudly and Twyla flinches and covers her ears.

Twyla is in her shadow form, sitting with her hands in her lap, and stimming with her bracelet. The scene's brightness is turned up to better make it out. End ID]

#sparking at the bolts; || frankie; #scary sweet; || draculaura; #tomorrow is good enough for me; || queue;