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"I know that people are going to say, "Oh she isn't what she was." You just have to cross that one off your list immediately. No, I'm not what I was. But you know what honey? I'm so, so much more now."
- Linda Hamilton.

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I've been thinking about a prompt since l started flailing over your writing. I always wanted someone to write a follow up to the "Princess Emma isn't my favourite model." Are you kidding me that Emma would shrug that comment off like *End Scene*??? Which one IS? Implying that Princess Emma isn't her fave means she HAS A FAVE. STATE YOUR FAVE, MADAME MAYOR! Am l doing prompts right? Anyway, you're awesome. If you can turn my babble into fic, l would love it.
So, since Iāve never written wishverse before I was extra excited about this - and started way too early in the timeline, oops. Which led me to turn this into a bigger something, divided into several chapters that Iāll post over time. The first comes today, you might have to wait a tad for the next (since Iām super busy working on my supernova fic) but I promise it will come eventually! That said, have fun with this one and let me know if you like the style or if thereās anything youād like me to change for the next parts. (Especially you, Q, cause this oneās for you!) Hope you enjoy reading:
Emma remembers, and itās like a film thawing away from her eyes; the green that has been dull and foreign before returning to its usual vibrant variety of nuances, glittering even in the dim shade of the castle, regarding Regina with warmth again, void of the princessās fear.
Emma remembers, and her tears dry out, the glistening drops there and then gone, replaced by the usual frown as a hand - so pale, so soft, so unlike the rough fingers that Regina dreams of at night - rises to brush away every trace of weakness.
Emma remembers and her spine straightens, unfurls from its bent position on the floor into the proud posture of a woman who has faced much and survived more; her cape adjusting accordingly, somehow morphing from the fur coat of a spoilt princess into the armour of a warrior.
Emma remembers and everything about her changes, soft and amicable becoming sharp-edged and broken, and for a second Regina feels bad about the bottomless relief sheās feeling. Emma is an innocent, collateral damage, who has been forged into a weapon in the name of hope. Itās been Reginaās curse who called for a saviour, all those years ago and now again, even in this fake reality, even in this blueprint of what could have been. And Regina wonders, what if the Evil Queen was right? What if this, the alternate timeline of the Wishverse, as Reginaās calling it in her mind, is what Emma wants, deserves, misses, now that Reginaās burst the bubble? Regina wonders, and she feels sorry, for the cruel ways of fate, for the burden Emma has to carry. And yetā¦
And yet Regina canāt regret waking her up, canāt do anything except whisper āEmma?ā in a voice that is too soft, too telling of her feelings, quivering like her heart does at the sight of the saviour. They say that people donāt appreciate what they have until they lose it, and Regina still feels that loss, the crushing realization that Emma is gone resounding in her mind, thinning out her filter with every echo.
But Emma doesnāt notice, too occupied with looking around her, taking in the floor tiles and the stone walls and the arching windows but not Regina, never Regina. And still her magic stopped the sword, and Regina cannot unsee this moment, this pure terror on Emmaās face when Henry turned on Regina.
āYou saved me,ā she therefore says helplessly, questioningly, her feet keeping her in place as her heart is aching to tug her forward, to push her towards Emma, to touch her shoulder and say As will I save you. Instead, she canāt move, waits, heart pounding, for Emma to speak, to act, to look up.
She does, eventually, drying her cheeks with a determined frown etched into soft skin, and Regina doesnāt have to be a mind reader to know sheās already thinking of a way home. Home to a grim future and home to a pirate and home to her death sentence and Reginaās beginning to feel queasy in a way that hasnāt to do with the unfamiliar press of her corset.
Emma talks about Henry, their son, frozen in his crouch, and Regina knows this must be hard on her, a thousand memories in her mind by now, overlapping fractures of time, no Henry and New York Henry and Prince Henry all mingled together, two fake realities and one real, the worst one real.
So itās not like sheās surprised that Emmaās magic awakened to save him. It was stupid of Regina to assume anything else and she knows it, still her stomach plummets and she has to work hard to keep the small smile in place as she watches Emma. Crimson makes her feel strong, apparently, the lipstick like warpaint in a world where the leather jacket doesnāt exist. Itās not quite fair, she thinks, the way she notices things about Emma, when all the blonde gives are false hopes, encouragement in the form of a smile and a murmured āThank youā that Regina knows is a sincere one. Because she notices things. And then, just when she smiles in return, ventures to talk -
āAlthough that was very dark.ā
And Regina falters, crumbles because Emma fails to see the bigger picture, the reason behind Reginaās actions. But she forces back her disappointment, manages a somewhat acceptable expression for Emma, who isnāt even looking, busy plucking the sword out of the air where she froze it.
And itās strange because just like that, Regina has forgiven Emmaās ignorance. She canāt blame the blonde for her blindness when there is more to be considered, more to occupy her thoughts, their thoughts. A sword that is prophesied to kill her for example; entwined with Emmaās fate it looks strangely right, its handle adapted to her grip, its silvery blade reflecting her face. Princess and Saviour and Alive and Dead, Emma is it all at once, and Regina breathes a shuddering sigh at the view.
Emmaās face, however, is flat as she turns and looks at Regina again. āLetās go stop the real Evil Queen,ā she says, and Regina has no choice but to nod, stunned speechless by the one woman she was never meant to fall for.
Part 2⦠I know itās been a while - oops - but now the supernova is done, Iāll definitely work on this more regularly. Before you ask, no, I havenāt forgotten about the original prompt although it might seem that way, thereās more to come! And yes, again, this is mainly for you, Q, so if thereās anything you want me to change/include later on, let me know. As for now, I hope you enjoy this:
They poof to the lake where Rumplestiltskin will await them, bean and giggle at the ready. Emmaās hand is at Reginaās arm, the touch so light itās barely there, yet it ignites a fire beneath Reginaās skin, making her magic billow and swirl in a spiral of dependence and love and nerves and desire and it throws Regina off guard, so much so that she slips when they arrive.
One stone scrapes against another and before she knows it, she has lost her balance and only Emmaās grip, now firm and still so tempting, prevents her from falling over. She has discarded of her Evil Queen costume, the dress and long ponytail shed like a skin that doesnāt fit her anymore, and now her short hair brushes against her jaw as she staggers. If Regina closed her eyes she could imagine that itās Emmaās fingers ghosting across her skin but Regina doesnāt close her eyes. No, she watches Emma, the way her facial muscles flex as she pulls up her lip in a sort of half-grin, then relax as the smile drops off her face just as quickly, her eyes disappearing behind thick lashes as she casts them down, the way she looks almost ashamed although sheās only glanced at Regina.
āEasy there,ā she murmurs, her fingers falling away from Reginaās arm, and although her words are all Saviour, dregs of the Princess still cling to the tone, her voice demure and shy, and Regina takes a double-take but the echo has already faded, replaced by Emmaās tough smile and her crackling energy. Regina frowns but only inwardly, struggling to keep her face devoid of judgement. She neednāt have bothered, Emmaās eyes just flicking over her, their focus on the next step and the next and slowly they make their way around the lake, Regina trailing after Emma and Queens donāt trail but neither do they succumb to emotions so Regina is pretty sure she has lost across the board here.
Emma starts talking after a while, casually, as if sheās merely acknowledging the nice view, but her words carry meaning beyond her tone. She is almost philosophical, honest in a way that is new from her, and Regina canāt help but look at her, and marvel about how much has changed between them. Even if Emma might never be aware of the secret feelings Regina harbours for her, hidden away under layers and layers of denial and fear, the saviour still perceives their relationship as close enough that she trusts Regina. It is enough, Regina tells herself, it has to be enough.
But whoās she lying to these days; the frown appears on her brow even though Emma speaks about pain with a sort of wistfulness that makes it clear that she doesnāt miss her Princess self, the other version of her, the carefree one, that Regina has taken from her. In a way, itās more sincere an admission than the one in the castle, the one of āvery dark,ā that sent Regina into desperation for a split second, but even now, Reginaās brow furrows, because no matter what she tells herself, it isnāt enough. Emmaās trust isnāt as sweet as it used to be, not when she canāt even bear to look at Regina, not when some part of Regina, the one that has been stirred awake by the shock moment of sheās gone, wants more, craves more, needs more.
Itās a weak part yet, new-born and helpless in the face of long practiced self control, still Regina averts her eyes, hoping it might stop the truth from spilling out when she speaks.
āSinging Princess Emma isnāt my favourite model,ā she says, and sheās trying so hard to make it sound like one of those teasing jokes Emma and she use to play on another, that it comes out way too sincere. Which, of course, makes Emma look up sharply, because āwith you, Regina, I always know when youāre lyingā and āthat makes us unique, or maybe even specialā and Regina watches out of the corner of her eyes how crimson lips press into a thin line. She braces herself for the inevitable question, swallows when Emma takes a deep breath - but nothing comes.
Instead Emma says āI didnāt sing,ā jumps into meaningless banter instead of the serious conversation Regina was preparing for, and she is almost disappointed, almost angry beneath the relief. Maybe it would have been easier to tackle the issue between them, would have been kinder than the extraordinary ignorance Emma seems to be displaying today. It rattles Regina more than usually, worn out as her sense of reason and her patience are by the trials of the last days, the taxing danger of the real Evil Queen, the realm-hopping, the lack of sleep, the fear for Emma.
So yes, maybe Reginaās tone is a bit snappy when she admits to have asked the Dark One for help, maybe she tries to provoke Emma on purpose, shrugging as if it werenāt a big deal, and yes, maybe she even deserves the scandalized āReginaā she gets in return.
Emma is outraged like only Emma can be, with a trace of wonder and a dash of incomprehension as to why people risk anything for her sake. Itās almost enough to make Reginaās annoyance disperse again because, she reminds herself, if Emma doesnāt even believe a friend would save her at any cost, then how could she understand the concept of love?
And then Emma adds: āWhat if heās, like, razing villages or something?ā and Regina canāt help but smile, a surge of affection washing over her at the sight of Emmaās saviour-instinct, applying even for fictional people, made of thin air impregnated by a wish. It is so unmistakably Emma that for a split second, Reginaās heart clenches, her self control crumbles, and she is, stupidly, nerve-wreckingly, giddily, overcome by the urge to kiss Emmaā¦
I am overcome by the urge to reblog this. I will not suppress this urge.
I feel pretty oh so prettyyyyy, I feel pretty and witty and gaaaaaay
You look amazing!
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LOOKING SLICK AF THE LADIES ARE GONNA SWOON
I'M NOT SUAVE, THEY WON'T XD
THEY WON'T ONLY IF THEY'RE BLIND BUT I BET YOU COULD MANAGE IT EVEN THEN
You are adorable xD I'm a fucking mess when it comes to flirting xD I can think of some examples
I APPROVE OF THIS LEWK.
so trump is coming to denmark
freaking sigh
update: jesus christ the idiot is trying to buy greenland. im not even surprised
Update again: he has now cancelled his trip because we wouldnāt sell Greenland. So, in summary.
The idiot asks to come here - the Queen invites him.
Itās revealed he wants to buy Greenland - that stupid and very offensive idea pisses off both Greenland and DenmarkĀ ācause what the actual fuck.
Trump gets pissy that we wonāt sell and now cancels his trip after weāve spent weeks planning it - and in doing so he has now pissed off the Royal House because you do not freaking cancel an invite from the Queen. Thatās never happened before. Itās so rude. What the fuck.
Wow. I knew Trump coming here would be a shitshow, but somehow it turned out to be a greater shitshow without him coming here. But mister president, weād planned for you. We had a balloon and everythingā¦
Aaaaand thereās an update.
Trump is now lashing out on our Prime Minister, saying itās all her fault because she was being inappropriate and nasty be saying that selling Greenland is an absurd idea.
Dude, selling Greenland is the definition of absurd. First of all, you donāt freaking sell countries. Second, Greenland has self-government. Itās not like we could sell the place if we wanted to, which we definitely wonāt.
Trump wanted Greenland, our Prime Minister, a lady, told him no without hesitating. Now heās throwing a fit, acting like a baby, and the Danish politicians are not having it. Trump has pissed of the Royal House, Denmark and Greenland. Wow. Slow clap. Nice job. As if we didnāt hate you enough before.
Fun fact though: the baby Trump balloon is still coming to Denmark so now people are planning to welcome it instead of the real deal (the balloon is an improvement)
Hereās the whole stupid saga of events
This feels like an intentionally ridiculous move to make us forget about something else actually important going on.
It likely is, but itās also not as stupid as it seems. Donald Trumpās idea of how to gain control of Greenland was very idiotic and honestly never would have worked, but wanting Greenland? Thatās smart.
Itās about the Lomonosov ridge and the oil that lies there, so far unclaimable by any nation, currently fought over by Canada, Russia, the USA and Denmark. The USA in particular has a very weak claim to the Lomonosov ridge with it only bordering a small part of Alaska. Whereas Greenland, Russia and Canada all have arguments to be made that it is an extension of their continental shelf. By procuring Greenland as US property/a colony they would increase the validity of their claim to the region, potentially enough that it might become officially recognised by the UN, meaning theyād gain control of that oil supply. Itās about energy security and political power (but more than that, itās about money, because if they were truly thinking about long term energy security theyād look at renewables - not a depleting resource thatās difficult to access).
But yeah, because people donāt understand what itās about it seems like a big stupid distraction rather than an attempt at seizing even more political power. And whatās scary is itāll work as both, it will distract you from whatās going on at the Mexico border and if heād made any gains with Denmark and Greenland (which fortunately he hasnāt) then it would have been a clever grab at political power and oil.
Sorry for the mini essay btw but I know a fair bit about this topic from studying political superpowers
Actually thanks for this because I had no idea, but it being over oil is so in character for America, it hurts.

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IN THE FIFTH GIF HE PATS THE CUPS WITH HIS LITTLE PAWS TO MAKE SURE ITāS IN. BRB, DYING.
ARE YOU KIDDING? LOOK AT THE 7TH GIF HOW HE JUST HANDS THE CUPS TO THE PERSON AND IS LIKE, āHERE HUMAN, YOUR FEEBLE TASK FOR ME IS COMPLETE. NOW LEAVE US BE.ā
THEYāRE SO CUTE, OMG. I CANāT.
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Is It A Choice (Getting Swept Away)
Fandom: Once Upon A Time Pairing: SwanQueen Word Count: 1052 words Summary: Regina and Emma talk about their feelings.Ā
Regina knows she didnāt choose this.
Falling in love with Emma Swan was never something she wouldāve expected for herself, but itās something sheās fallen into with a simple grace, and surprisingly, it isnāt all that horrible. In fact, itās rather pleasant, and confusingly easy.
But itās also heartbreaking, because she is painfully aware that Emma could never love her back, not like that , and so loving Emma is like choking on nothing. She canāt breathe, but thereās really nothing stopping the air from breathing in. Itās confusing, and it fucking hurts .
It hurts like burning up from the inside out with every second she canāt hold Emma or kiss her or even smile at her like she longs to.
But thereās nothing she can do but soldier onwards, and continue to support the savior in her relationship with that insipid, vulgar, rum-soaked piece of utter shit. Captain Hook. The man who assisted in Reginaās kidnapping and torture. The man who strapped her down and shot lightning hot electricity through her body. But honestly, sheās so over it. Whatever.
āRegina?ā
The former queen glances up, and shit, she shouldāve known Emma would find her here, hidden away in her vault. Emma always seems to find her. And ugh, now she sounds like one of those disgusting Charmings that really arenāt that bad and that infuriates her to no end and -
āRegina? Are you okay?ā Emma interrupts her train of thought. Regina looks back up and blinks blankly before she processes what the woman said.
āYes, dear,ā Regina replies absently. āIām just fine.ā
āAre you sure? You donāt look fine,ā Emma says, and goddammit but Regina knows itās true. Her skin is pale and her clothes are wrinkled and her eyes framed with bags and sheās so tired and she canāt remember the last time she slept.
But she would never tell the savior that. (And fuck that, of course sheād tell Emma. With a little smile and a few pleases sheād tell Emma anything, hell sheād do anything if the blonde asked nicely.)
āIām just peachy, Emma,ā She says sarcastically. The spot on her cheek she was worrying with her teeth is starting to bleed.
āOkay, youāre definitely not fine.ā
āWhat gave you that impression?ā
āBesides the fact that you said āpeachyā? You look like hell, Gina.ā
āDonāt call me that.ā Ā
Reginaās always hated that nickname, but from Emma itās not so bad. Itās still pretty bad, but Emma says it in this affectionate way and Regina just melts.
āPlease?ā Emma asks, sitting down next to the former queen on the floor, and a little piece of Regina just breaks at the sight of her, eyes so wide and hopeful.
ā Fine. I feel like hell, is that what you want to hear?ā
āNo, what I want to hear is how I can fix it.ā
āYou canāt fix this one, savior,ā Regina sighs, and Emma flinches. Regina remembers with a flash of guilt how much the blonde hates being called the savior. She mutters an apology. It goes ignored, but Regina knows sheās been forgiven.
āOf course I can. Tell me about it.ā
Regina frowns, looking over at Emma like the woman is hurting her. And she is, sheās hurting her so much, without even trying, and thereās nothing Regina can do about it.
The blonde holds out a hand for Regina to take, and the raven-haired woman takes the opportunity and runs. She twines their fingers together and stares down at their joined hands.
āIām not so good at this,ā Regina admits.
āAt what? Youāre pretty much good at everything, Regina.ā
āBeing vulnerable. You - you make it a little easier, but itās still hard,ā Regina says quietly, and Emma looks bewildered.
āWhat do you mean, I make it easier? Nevermind, this is about you. Talk to me, whatās wrong?ā
āI have ⦠I suppose Iāve ⦠Iāve done something really shitty.ā
āDid you just swear? Did Regina Mills just swear?ā The blonde laughs. āAnd I seriously doubt youāve done anything stupid. Youāre pretty much incapable of that.ā
āI didnāt mean to, but Iāve ⦠fallen for someone, that I can never have.ā Her heart sunk into her stomach as Emma frowned. Regina stared down at their melded hands and held back her tears. āIām so sorry, Emma.ā
āWhy are you - oh my god - you donāt like Killian, do you? You despise him!ā Emma says in disbelief. Regina nearly gags at the mere thought of loving someone as vile as Killian Jones.
āGods no, Emma.ā
āThank goodness, that would be, well, weird. And frankly, it would suck.ā
āYes, it would, as you so eloquently put it, suck. ā
Thereās a long, quiet pause. Emma is playing with Reginaās fingers absentmindedly, and the former queen nearly melts at the feeling. This, she canāt risk. She could never ruin this friendship. Losing Emma is something she canāt fathom surviving.
āCan you tell me?ā Emma asks, her voice so small. Regina shakes her head. Emma asks: āPlease? You know, for moving on purposes?ā
Regina freezes immediately. What the hell does that mean? And Regina has never been one to beat around the bush, so she asks, bluntly.
āWhat does that mean?ā
āNothing, I just, well, I figured someone wouldāve told you by now.ā
āTold me what, Emma?ā She asks, her words soft and quiet.
āThat Iām in love with you?ā Emma says, her nose crinkling up in confusion and itās so adorable and so undeniably Emma that Regina doesnāt even pause before she just pulls Emma forward by their connected hands and presses their lips together.
Emma, in all her shock, takes a surprisingly short amount of time to get her shit together and kiss Regina back. Itās a slow kiss that doesnāt last very long, and when Regina pulls away she doesnāt go far. Her forehead leans to bump against Emmaās.
They sit like this for a few minutes, just breathing together and existing together. If Regina moved forwards at all sheād be kissing Emma again.
āI thought you were in love with someone?ā Emma whispers. Regina rolls her eyes.
āYes, you, , you idiot,ā She sighs in mock exasperation, and Emmaās smile is so wide and beaming and her eyes go all sparkly as she asks - āReally?ā - and Regina huffs.
āYes, really.ā
āCan I kiss you again?ā
āPlease do.ā
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Kewl:
in other news, writing fanfiction still takes a lot longer than i expect it to.
People who write fanfic are GOLDEN GODDESSES AND GODS. (Gender Neutral Geods.)

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no one:
hallmark christmas movies: my mom is dead. but she loved the holidays so my name is jingle bells. but i hate the holidays and i'm a workaholic. oh no this guy is sexy and he's from a town that's obsessed with christmas year round for some reason. i'm going to have an antagonistic relationship with him until i see him save a puppy or a child
in other news, writing fanfiction still takes a lot longer than i expect it to.
You're brilliant! Universes take time. Unless your that total showboat, God.
mini m&ms are better than normal ones bc they cater to the very specific urge to eat colorful aquarium gravel
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Swan Queen and Swim Suits. Asked by @stregaomegaĀ
Biting into her bottom lip, she waited for the older woman to reply while she walked towards the door with slow, measured steps. It could be the hexes Regina had told her that were still in full swing around the cabin, the fact that no other magic could be felt aside from theirs and the one that cabin itself had or the chat she had had with Henry half an hour ago in where she had been told that Storybrooke was still standing despite Reginaās fears of returning to a half-demolished wasteland after their vacation but she felt almost numb in her placid tranquility when she rested her body against the doorframe, right hand caressing the carved surface of the door.
dearsĀ Ā seagulls I squawked tooā¦.but for different reasonĀ
hot hot hot
Hahaha, thank you ā¤ļø
Seagulls love a tease...
someone come yell at me to keep writing and stay focused.Ā
*musical motivation *

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So my Dad and brother took separate cars to dinner tonight, and this happened.
they look like they are arguing about who is going to go home and change
Oh, they were.
Jake: Youāve got to be kidding me Dad: You SAW me walk through the kitchen on my way to pick up your sister! Jake: No seriously do you have an extra shirt in your car this is ridiculous
Oh my god theyāre gonna kill me they didnāt want to even walk into the restaurant together let alone have this many people reblog this photo
Honestly Iām not deleting my Tumblr solely in the hopes that this post one day hits 1 million notes
Almost there lads, letās get this post to a million.
Twinsies!
I wonder whatās insideā¦ šš¤«
#SwanQueen
Should I open it already⦠or wait?  #DecisionsDecisions #IDontHaveAScannerYetGuys
ITāS HAPPENING, SWENā¦
Love heart bubble wrap. You canāt make this shit up. š
A box within a box? š¤ Too noisy to unpack at 2:45am unfortunately. Iāll save the grand reveal for another time⦠#ToBeContinued
ā¦Now? #SwanQueen #Swen #MysteryBox
Well⦠here you go! Youāll see more when I see a little more enthusiasm. š I promise- you wonāt be disappointed.
Hint: Iāve already shared a picture of these files on my profile.
fUCKING WHAT ARE THEY WHY ARE YOU BEING SO MYSTERIOUS
I thought it was obvious? š
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Omg, are those the scripts??????????š±š±š±ššš
DING DING DING DING DING
Iām feeling generous so Iām gonna leave you all with a #scripttease before I go. This shit better BLOW UP by the time I get back.
Please note that a single scene may involve various takes and that the final product can always differ from the original script. āļø
By the way, it was 1x05. Can you guess which scene? š
Okay, one more and then thatās it until Iāve gone through all the scriptsā¦
This was Emmaās original response after Regina said, āYou have no idea what Iām capable ofā. I can see why they decided to leave this one out⦠#PORN!
Full dialogue from this scene: Regina:Ā Donāt underestimate me, Ms. Swan. You have no idea what Iām capable of. Emma:Ā Well, then youāre just gonna have to show me, arenāt you? Regina:Ā So be it.
Listen, we all know what happened next⦠šš
UPDATE: (x)
Also, Iāll be sharing any OUAT production material I find interesting, not just the Swan Queen content. Keep an eye out for more updates in the future. :)
I think about the fact that you have these scripts often and wonder what subtexty treasures they hold