#tinkiisms

“What is this?” asks a smooth voice, cutting through the raucous laughter of the goblins gathered around… something. The gruesome creatures part for the Goblin King––after all, they don’t wish to provoke his ire––and reveal to him a bright and seemingly agitated ball of light if the way it’s moving about is any indication. Of course, upon closer inspection when he kneels down, he realizes it isn’t a ball of light at all and he laughs.

“With your track record?” He smirked, chuckling just a bit. “I think I worry just enough.” A brief buzz of his wings, his hand brushing his hair back over his shoulder, he leaned in a bit closer. It was a heavy pause, his eyes narrowed as he observed her every twitch, and then..

{ starter for @tinkiisms​ }

That fight had been one of the most exciting and scariest things Shanks had ever experienced. The young boy, no more than ten years in age, was still reeling from everything that had been going on. Though the Captain had reassured, at some point, that Shanks was not going to die, there was something scary about Whitebeard and his commanders, with their swords and scary faces. 

It was almost scarier than fighting the Marines! The Marines were supposed to be good guys, right? They were supposed to be  nice to him. They really didn’t want to kill the young boy, right? But what about the Whitebeard Pirates that fought against the Captain and the First Mate?

But then their fighting descended into a party, and Shanks tried to relax and enjoy the atmosphere like everyone else. But he was tired, and his head hurt a little bit, and this island - they hadn’t even been able to explore! He turned to his fellow apprentice, a boy just his same age, “Buggy,” he whispered, “Come on, let’s go explore!” 

But Buggy waved his hand, and Shanks realized his friend was asleep, “Okay then.” Shanks said, more to himself than to anyone else, “I’ll go, and I’ll bring you back something neat,” and with that he grabbed his small sword and his straw hat, venturing off into the woods. He’d find his way back. He was a pirate. Pirates weren’t afraid of the unknown, they embraced it!

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A crack of a branch caused the winter talent to look up from what he was doing. He was bringing a little weasel to a new cozy spot to rest for winter and he couldn’t do it easily. Weasel’s like to run off quicker than he anticipated. He looked towards the noise as he spotted the familiar green color. A tinker. 

The man had quite the smile on his features, even though he had come to Storybrooke in order to check the area out for crime to eradicate and deal with until there was peace. But it was Storybrooke, such a wonderful place from his point of view! 

Nothing as of yet, however! Were his eyes playing tricks on him or was that his cookie stealing buddy Tink over there!? It was! It was! His smile just widened and he made a dash towards her in response to having spotted her. 

“Hey girl!”

As soon as the man had reached her, without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around her waist in order to embrace for the hug. But also ended up briefly lifting her up in the air with his strength and briefly spinning around with her. 

“It’s not like I asked you to land here,” the Doctor half-grumbled, sitting in the sand with his back against one of the sides of his ship. “I thought we were on our way to the second planet in the Kaavaal cluster to watch their once-in-a-millennium meteor shower and we wind up somewhere on Earth. Probably.” He frowned up at what he could make out of the stars as the first rays of sunlight were coming over the horizon. They looked close enough to be somewhere on the planet but...

“Not like I can check since the scanner and your navigation circuits both decided to go on the blink at the same time,” he continued, still thinking aloud. The TARDIS’ scanner and navigation systems both seemed to be stuck in some endless loop- as if they were trying to figure out where and when the ship had landed, couldn’t get a fix, and kept trying over and over again to get one. Without the TARDIS having fixed coordinates for when and where they’d landed now, it’d be difficult- or a bit impossible- to take off again. Hopefully it was just a case of having to wait it out...

LONG SHOT SENTENCE STARTERS [accepting] [x]

@tinkiisms​

“You look the same as you did back then. I think the only one who’s changed is me, but I don’t feel very different!” Mostly a lie. She felt like she was half of a person after everything that happened in the years Tink was gone.

Regardless, the wolf was grateful to see her childhood friend. She yearned to explore the woods again with the fairy by her side.