#I was going to work on my infamous wips but this took priority in my brain

[marzely]

Saw this photo and couldn’t get it out of my head. The first person that came to mind was Briony like she would put her friends in a headlock if asked. So enjoy the gals just being gals drawing I had to get out of my head.

[justmilah-archive]

About (mobile)

Mun:

Relatively new to OUAT RP (read: brand new) and figured I’d dip in a toe.

Why ‘justmilah’ you ask? Because ‘milah’ and ‘mymilah’ were both taken and she has no canon surname.

The muse might be a bitch to your character but the mun will probably be banging her head on the desk saying things like ‘this is why we can’t have nice things’ and ’this is no way to make friends you turd!’

I’m old. Ish. As in, I remember the first wave of furbies and watched Sailor Moon and ReBoot on Toonami in high school. As in, I graduated in 2002 and have celebrated turning 29 for the fifth time.

I prefer female pronouns but personally don’t care if you slip.

I can take a few days to respond. Please feel free to send me a message if you believe I have lost track of our thread.

I will try to keep OOC drama off my blog. (For now this includes s7 speculation and spoilers. Feel free to rant or rave at me in messages, though, I’m wibbly wobbly on it myself!)

Muse:

First of all, a lot of this is a WIP and is subject to change. While I feel I got a good bit of her core personality down, I don’t quite have all the ins and outs of her figured out yet.

The Beginnings:

There are three indisputable truths about Milah. She loathed the Dark One, adored her son, and loved Killian Jones.

Once, a handful of centuries ago, Milah adored her husband (he was a good man once) and loved her son. Oddly enough, these two emotions barely overlapped at the same time. After her son’s birth she scorned her husband for hobbling himself instead of fighting in a war and dooming their family with the label of cowardice.

She tried for a few years to stay with a husband she was no longer in love with. Not even the strong constitution, eyes that promised the world, and a handsome face could pull her away from her duty as wife and mother. Then her son got bitten by a poisonous snake and Rumple bartered away their second born for the cure. Realizing she could never give up a child of hers she began spending more and more time in a tavern.

Over time, the pirate that promised the world won her heart. One day she left with him, satisfying her guilt over leaving her son behind with the knowledge that loving him was probably the only thing Rumple was good for. Still, the ache remained, and to ease his love’s suffering Killian Jones promised that one day they could go back for Baelfire.

And then her ex husband found them and literally tore her heart out of her chest and crushed it.

The Underworld:

Being dead knocks around one’s priorities. Had it not been for her guilt over abandoning her son she would have moved on relatively quickly but the need to make amends with him kept her soul lingering.

Cursed in Storybrooke:

Her history starts out the same as it does in the main background. However it diverges after her death.

Not quite trusting the infamous Captain Hook, the Evil Queen steals a lock of well preserved hair from his cabin. Add a dash of this, a touch of that, and maybe some water she’d salvaged from Lake Nostos, and she suddenly found herself with the perfect trump card.

(Of course, he ‘succeeded’ so she saved her pawn for a rainy day.)

Details:

Name: Evelyn Johnson Age: 34 Height: 5'8

Occupation: Pediatric Nurse Pets: Jolly. A domestic long hair cat Likes: Reading, hiking, sitting at the docks, usually her job Dislikes: Being stuck in a small town, loneliness, people, therapy sessions with Dr. Hopper

As the curse was breaking, Evelyn’s nightmares became more pronounced. It wasn’t until it broke that she realized why. She fought the urge to cross the town line again because she was living in a small port once again with her ex husband and killer not far away.

She did her best to avoid him. She wasn’t even sure if he knew she was there.

Evelyn lived a bit away from the main square and preferred not to go to close to her ex-husband’s shop.

Mostly she worked nights but sometimes she covered other shifts. Sometimes, when family emergencies took a toll on the already understaffed hospital, she took over the rounds of other nurses even if they weren’t in pediatrics. It’s better than being at home.

She did her best to avoid all the magical nonsense everyone got themselves into. After all, magic had been the cause of her death and rebirth. She was having no more of that, thank you.

She just wanted to be left alone. Couldn’t a woman just wallow in her self-imposed isolation and misery in peace?