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The magical surges in Fillory were, it seemed, far more severe than Sebastian had originally believed. Which, considering the surges had woken him from a God granted and magically induced coma, he had already supposed them to be pretty damn remarkable. Still, he hadn’t expected anything to affect the portals he and Jane had created in and around Fillory. He knew them like the back of his hand. So, when he stepped into a portal in Loria and stepped out of it on Earth, he was a little rattled. 

Particularly when Earth looked like... well... Whatever the town calling itself Storybrooke was. Which, to put it simply, was VERY different from the world he had left behind. But, when you had been the ruler of another planet and had fought in multiple great wars... you developed a pretty keen knack for rolling with the punches. 

training turned tension starters | accepting

                Declan will admit to no one but himself that he has a small crush on the shadowhunter in front of him. It’s not that he’s embarrassed for his feelings, or that Liam is a man, or that he’s a shadowhunter. The shame comes from himself, from the fact that should his emotions run too strong, he can turn into a mindless beast and kill someone. And granted it’s been years since any kind of of loss of control, but his fear is always there. Luke always tells him it hold him back, but he’s too worried about other people to worry about himself.

And at the comment thrown his way, he can’t help the dopy smile that breaks out over his face. Cause the other man just seems to put him in a better mood. And he can actually feel the stupid grin as he looks at Liam. And he has been, going easy on Liam. He’s been pulling his punches, holding back and letting the shadowhunter get extra hits in. ❝ Easy? I’m not going easy on you, Liam. Guess you’re just doing better. What’s the matter? You miss me kicking your ass? ❞

Regardless of the fact that he really has been going easy on the shadowhunter, he lifts his hands, palms out toward Liam, ready to continue sparring. ❝ C’mon Liam, bring it on. Let’s see what you can do. ❞

eyes flash brightly for a second as isaac lets out a final, annoyed growl, before taking in a deep breath & shifting back. he knows when he’s beat, & given the fact this woman– whoever she is, he still hasn’t figured that out yet (& all of his senses are telling him she’s not normal)– is willing to let him live at this point, he’s going to take it. “i’ll listen, but that doesn’t mean i’m going to like the alternative.”

“I swear kid... my ma is gonna kill me for this” Foggy sighed before unlocking the door to Nelson and Murdock’s new office, and praying to any God who might be listening that his parents wouldn’t hear from the apartment upstairs. It was their last night in the apartment since they had bought a house in Jersy to officially retire in (now that Theo had taken over the deli and Foggy had taken over the payments for the building), but for now the building was still theirs. But, Foggy needed a place to crash for the night. He and Marci were in a fight, and after a night of drinking, Foggy needed a place to crash. The office was as good a place as any... 

late nights / accepting / @im-possiblelimits, for kevin, who we love dearly

One of the oddest side effects of living through the run in with the seam and the mirror verse that Quentin hadn’t expected (you know... aside from living to make it out of the mirror verse) was the extra nervous energy he had coursing through his veins. His arm was constantly aching, and his mind felt like it had shattered. He had constant brain zaps, fatigue, and vague dizziness like when he had come off of his depression meds too suddenly. But, it was the fidgeting that was driving him crazy. He had always been high-strung, but this was at a new level. His hands shook constantly, and every little thing made him feel like he was about to jump out of his skin. 

He had been avoiding talking to anyone about it, and Julia (and he suspected El though he couldn’t be sure) had convinced their other friends that Q needed a little space before they smothered him with support. They hadn’t talked to him about anything any more personal than the weather and books in weeks, all of them  determined to let him get his feet under him before breaching his quiet solitude. But honestly? It felt like they were walking on egg shells around him. Like he was made of cracked porcelain and bound to shatter at any moment. In earlier years it was times like this that he found himself a bed at a state hospital for a little while... now, he was actively avoiding it. It wasn’t like he could talk to a doctor about a near death experience in a mirror world, or memories from a life he had never lived, about his best friend and sort of ex being possessed by a body swapping monster, or his ex-possibly not ex- possibly yes-ex girlfriend becoming the head of an organization so corrupt it had nearly killed him and had been the reason he wound up in the previously mentioned mirror verse to begin with... without an non-elective stay and no chance at a bill of release.  No... this had to be handled alone... 

Which is how Q found himself pacing by a little dog park down the street from Kady’s apartment, chain smoking. He liked to watch the dogs run, and physical movement helped... a little... he leaned against the fence for just a moment to catch his breath and laughed at a Rottweiler whose stumpy little tail wagged ferociously as he chased after every ball thrown. So much so that Q couldn’t even tell who his owner was.  He stubbed out his cigarette as the dog shook his most recent acquisition and it slipped out of his mouth flinging it over the fence in his direction. Quentin shuffled over to pick it up and met a kid at the fence, he had to be around Q’s own age, but he just seemed... young somehow. 

Send a ‘📝’ to see what plot I’d like to do with our muses.  |  @im-possiblelimits

Thinking of a combo we haven’t used yet, I have these ideas: 

Roland and Liam; Roland finding Liam on the streets and dragging him in to become one of the merry men with his father, and treating him like an older brother. 

Dr Whale and Li; Whale returning to his work and resurrecting Li without Killian’s consent, knowing that his work is of limited success but eager to try. With the supply of Regina’s hearts (stolen of course), a sample of Killian’s blood, and a few new techniques, he is successful in raising Li, but with a cost (Li has a limited capacity to feel / Li cannot sleep / Li is permanently exhausted and has to take his days with his new capacities in mind / Li’s memories are not what they were ) 

August and Emma; Just childhood friends in the kingdom messing around, practising swordplay, or August joining Emma at her first ball because who better to be with her than her best friend right.