Aurora didn't even mind making her shoes match with her dress that day. She had gotten to Storybrooke just the day before. After having a long fill of rest, or at least trying to because the nightmares had awoken her, she decided to do what she had wanted to do ever since she first stepped foot on this new world. She was going to make a deal with the one man that she knew would be capable of helping her. Perhaps he didn't have magic because this world was a world without magic, or so she had been told, but she hoped at least he had a potion to relief her. If he couldn't help her, no one else would.

And he probably didn't even want to help her anyway. In the few hours she had been in Storybrooke she had discovered that people were going mad, men were getting killed, sons were taken away, and even an old acquaintence had been hit by a car. Lucky me. the princess thought to herself though deep in her heart she hoped Killian was ok for the sake of her sanity. But hopefully, with Rumpel's help, she wouldn't care anymore. Hopefully, she wouldn't even remember.

You liked my post, so I owe you starters. Do you have any plot ideas or preferences?

I can RP with any of my AU Auroras or with the main (they're on my headcanons tag) or I can RP in the Enchanted Forest or in Storybrooke, flashbacks or present day, whichever you prefer.

Regina didn't like following Gold's orders. But he made her promise to bring Captain Hook the the docks. She was sure that Gold would try to kill Hook - and she didn't want to see that or be part of it. She also knew that Hook wanted to kill Gold. She would allow that AFTER he restored magic to Storybrooke. 

"Captain, dear, would you come with me?"

...I never RPed with, or I owe starters, or I want to RP with more often because you're quality and flawless:

thenewdarkone

the-gold-in-the-straw 

the-emma-swan

the-magic-inside

leadingsnow

charmingprincejames

demon-child-sorceress

darlinglittlefairytale

i-want-my-father

queen—regina

heirtowhitethrone

ijustwannabeoneofyouguys

double-o-coulson

lostbyanarrow

thisisthysheath

skinmeacrocodile

beautynamedbelle

thethievingson

warriorwithnohonor

aileenraven

madasthehatterjefferson

iwouldhavegonegravy

never-smileatacrocodile

the-prince-turned-pirate

thegirlwithashotgun

snowqueenalana

wantingavoice

skinmeacrocodile

thenextxinline

scarredbyxhellfire

Although it had taken tremendous amounts of willpower, Peter had finally managed to make himself leave the comforts of Kensington Gardens, and ventured out to explore London once more. Armed with the cutlass on his back and the dagger on his hip - just the usual, he thought, nonplussed - he set out on a quest to find something warm. The usual garments of leaves and foliage had never failed him before, but with the loss of his 'powers' per se came a sudden biting awareness of the cold all around him, and his bare chest and legs had taken the brunt of it.

Huddling himself close for warmth, Peter cursed the winter cold quietly under his breath, and charged on against the wind with such steely determination that he walked right into a passing stranger and fell flat on his back.

"Mphgm- sorry 'bout that," he mumbled, bemused at first, glancing the other up and down from where he lay on the ground. "Wasn't... looking, or anything."

HI DERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

(been creepin you too - clapped giddily as soon as I saw you on my dash)