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theaurorfileshq · 4 years

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L U C A C A R O / A U R O R S E R G E A N T

AGE: Forty

BADGE NUMBER: S62K91

BLOODSTATUS: Halfblood (No-Maj Born Father)

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Agender, They/Them

IDENTIFYING FEATURES: Bleached hair, various severing charm scars covering majority of body, stiff right pinkie and ring finger, numerous tattoos including: pair of dice with heart shaped snake eyes tattooed on neck, red rose with ‘jenny’ banner tattooed on left side of chest, skeleton virgin mary tattoo on right forearm, octopus tattooed on left hand.

STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES:

(+): Low-Grade Metamorphmagus, Combat Magic, Charismatic

(-): Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, Impulsive, Arrogant, Cynical

BACKGROUND:

TW: Mentions of Torture

Before you ask them- no, “Lucky” wasn’t given to them as a nickname as a way to be ironic, although it seems pretty fucking ironic now. Lucky had instead been given to them as an infant, before they even had the concept of just what “Luck” was and why anyone would think they had enough of it to be named so. Just why it had been given to them, had more so to do with the nature of their birth. Born several weeks premature, Luca spent the first month of their life under constant surveillance by mediwixes at the hospital their mother gave birth to them in. The nickname would originate from their father, and quickly spread throughout their family, and stick with them into adulthood.

When Lucky turned seven their name took on a whole new meaning when it was discovered they’d inherited their father’s metamorphmagus ability. Much like their father though, their ability wouldn’t be a particularly strong one. They were able to do small cosmetic changes in appearances, such as coloring their hair, making their eyes blue instead of their usual nearly black hue. It was a parlor trick more than anything, nothing to the degree that a “high-grade” metamorphmagus could do, but they enjoyed every bit of it regardless, even if they couldn’t hold a morph any longer than an hour without getting a headache.

As a child, and as an adult even, Lucky was very much a rebellious youth, trouble often found them in some shape or form, until the point they learned how to talk themself out of it most of the time. This rang true when it came to their time at Ilvermorny, when the headmistress was no stranger to them, but somehow detention would be. They were a precocious child, but with a sharp wit and certain charm about them that they learned to use to their advantage. Despite the many various trips to the headmistress’s office though, they did do well and even succeed to some degree in their academics. Surprisingly, or maybe not so surprisingly, transfigurations would not be their best subject, but rather the rough and tumble world of DADA. They were an adventure seeker first and foremost, and DADA provided them an outlet to explore the darker and more dangerous corners of the world. They’d known as a child that being an auror was something they wanted to be, but that dream was cemented for them as they learned more about the career path of those that spent their daily life constantly in motion and fighting off every manner of evil in the world.

When graduation came and went, they quickly joined the Salem Auror Academy. It would be in the academy’s halls where their strength in combat magic was finely tuned and developed, transforming them from the short and scrawny kid who could handle a wand well in a fight, and closer to the rapid fire and quick reflex dueler they are today. With their strong duelling skills, a position in one of MACUSA’s four auror squads could have been a goal well attainable for someone of Lucky’s caliber. Instead, their sharp tongue and habit for finding trouble would finally catch up to them, and instead of being cherry-picked by a squad chief after graduation, Lucky found themself applying to division after division until finally New York answered their call.

Although working in the division, initially as a beat-auror in New York City, didn’t exactly fulfill their dreams of one day being a squad auror, they learned how to better play the bureaucratic game of not pissing the wrong people off to get what they wanted. In their ten years on the NY Division, they would slowly rise from a low level recruit to finally a corporal, and began specializing in cases on organized crime in the New York City area. That would be where Lucky would finally find their niche within the division, and began to develop a reputation for an auror that could be relied on to take on the heavier undercover jobs, and cases that most aurors with families would shy away from. The dangerous cases were always the most fun for Lucky though, loving the rush of working along side some of the city’s most notorious criminals and finding a way to outsmart the lot of them. And for a couple years that was precisely what they did, jumping into undercover job after undercover job, until finally the case of the Starosta crime family fell on their desk.

The Starostas were a well known wixen crime organization in the city by that point, holding a monopoly on the wixen narcotics trade. It was the case that’d make their career if they were able to pull it off, plenty of aurors before them had tried to take down the infamous family, and while some were able to take down small pawns in the organization, no one had managed to infiltrate the higher circles. Which was precisely what they planned to do. Their partner on the case was a longtime friend of their’s, a fellow corporal by the name of Violet Wade. They and Vi had been working cases together since they were recruits, well matched in wit and their inability to take things too seriously until they were in a heat of a case. If anyone was going to manage to take down an important player out of the Starosta family it would be them and Vi.

When they first dived into the case, they focused on a Starosta grandson, someone they both felt they could easily manipulate and bend to their will in order to lure in a bigger fish. And for a time, it felt like they just may actually succeed in their goal. Nico Starosta was an easy target, and one that craved attention from others, which both Lucky and Vi were more than willing to help feed into. Two months into their case, they managed to become a part of Nico Starosta’s inner circle, a small group of wixes the young man would take with him every where he went. Eventually them and Vi began finding themselves being brought into Starosta hang-outs, and rubbing elbows with some of the family’s most prominent members. When they were finally introduced to one of Nico’s uncles, a high-ranking figure in the Starosta crime syndicate, they thought they’d finally found their fish to fry. And that as long as they kept playing their cards right, they’d get enough to put at least one major Starosta behind bars.

Just where they went wrong, and when they were found out still haunts Lucky to this day. Wherever they made their error though, it was three months into their investigation, and achingly close to finally building up a strong enough case on one of the Starosta sons, when suddenly the rug was pulled out from underneath them. Nico had told them he needed both them and Vi to pick up a shipment for him, which by that point wasn’t uncharacteristic of the grandson, who skirted any of his “family duties” by giving them to Vi and Lucky to handle. It was when they entered the warehouse though, and saw it was completely abandoned did they realize they’d been discovered.

The wandfire erupted soon afterward, and ended even sooner with Vi falling victim to a killing curse by their side, and them so distracted by their partner’s fall that they were unable to fend off the incoming binding spell. Laying on the cold concrete floor of that warehouse, bound up and laying next to Vi’s lifeless form, they waited for their own killing curse to come-

it never did though.

That was when they learned that death could be a blessing when living could be so much worse. Instead of killing both aurors the Starostas had discovered were living within their circle, they chose to only kill one of them, and let Lucky serve as the cautionary tale as to what would happen if anyone tried to take down the Starostas again. They spent what they would later learn was two months, but felt more like two lifetimes, in a small basement of a building they can still only guess was a home of one of the Starostas lackeys. What happened during those two months they still bare the scars (both physical and psychological) to this day.

After over two months, the Starostas either felt they’d made their message clear, or simply grew bored with Lucky, and eventually deposited them on the front steps to the NY auror division, a mangled and broken thing, and a clear warning as to the crime family’s true capabilities. As Lucky remained hospitalized, the division tried to build up a case at the very least against those who had tortured the auror, but with a mind scrambled both by magic and months worth of solitary confinement in a dark basement, Lucky had nothing to give them. And so the case would eventually find itself on the cold case files floor, where it remains to this day.

After a month in a hospital, and another three getting re-acclimated to life again, Lucky tried to go back to the NY Division. Which deep down they knew was a mistake, but perhaps it was some part of them that thought if they made some effort to return to their old life, they could find themself again. Because whoever this new person was they’d become in their months both during and after their imprisonment wasn’t someone they liked. They’d become a paranoid and frightened thing, someone who was a ghost of their former self. And so they tried to force themself to be the old Lucky again. They pushed their metamorphmagus abilities to their breaking point, morphing away the marks the Starostas had carved into their skin. They did not want to serve as their cautionary tale, as the crime family’s walking billboard displaying their cruel message for all too see.

But even as morphed into their former self, which involved them relying heavily on headache tonics to get through an entire work day keeping on a morph, they still learned their face had become too synonymous with the events of only a couple months prior. Even then, the office that’d once been their home, and the faces of their coworkers that’d once been their family, now brought with them only a new source of pain.

And so the decision was made, that if they wanted to find any semblance of peace for themself and be able to move on from an event that’d scar them for life, they would have to go somewhere else- start fresh, and find some way to be able to live their life in their new skin that would always bare the marks of violence on it. They found this new life in the form of an open position on the California Auror Division.

Leaving New York behind, and its numerous reminders of a life that’d been ripped from them, was an easy task. With New York behind them, they were finally able to figure out and come to better appreciate this new version of themself. Instead of suffering through days filled with migraines caused from having to keep on a morph, they lived the majority of their day in their new skin. Some of the worst marks left by the Starostas they cover up with a new wealth of tattoos to accompany those they’d already had before. Their hair, they decide, to bleach with a beauty potion, something they used to do as a teenager and missed the look of. They learned the new ticks and triggers they now had, as they began working within the California division, and even buck up the courage to see a therapist routinely.

Before they knew it, life became livable again. It was not an easy thing to do, but with enough hard work and paying better attention to themself than they normally had before, they were able to no longer wince every time they looked in the mirror, or have to divert their gaze completely when they changed or showered. They still morphed when it felt necessary, such as when they had to interview witnesses, so to make themself less noticeable, or during the occasional (or not so occasional) hook-up, just for their own comfort.

Somehow in all of this they managed to impress the right person somewhere, and without even trying, they are offered the position they’d dreamed of since they were a child- that of a squad auror with MACUSA’s Pacific Squad. Time seemed to shift back into its usual pace at that point. Things became scarily normal again, sure their face would never make things completely normal. Even after working on the Pacific Squad for now five years, they still have to deal with the occasional stare or question they’d much rather not answer. But now instead of blowing them off, or getting irritated when someone asks about their scars, they rattle off a story that’s clearly not true, such as they lost a fight with a weedwacker, or fucked Edward Scissorhands, and move on from there.

They’re forty now, which is both scary and oddly comforting all at the same time. The small chapter of their life that marked them forever is behind them, although they continue to battle with the psychological trauma it left them with. Over ten years have passed since them and Vi first walked into that warehouse, and while a piece of them will always be there, they’ve learned to live with what pieces remain and live what they’d consider a pretty decent life for themself regardless.

#auror #written by shannon #lucky caro

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matermcrtis · 4 years

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GENERAL DETAILS.

Full Name: Mary Morrigan Davis, usually goes by Morrigan

Nickname: Bloody Mary, Morr ( only Marr’s allowed, she will bite anyone else who tries )

Age: 32

Gender & Pronouns: Cisfemale, She/Her

Ethnicity: Caucasian (russian/english)

Sexual & Romantic Orientation: Pansexual/panromantic

Occupation: Forensic Pathologist

Affiliation: Law Enforcement

Faceclaim: Megan Fox

CHARACTER INFO.

tw: drug/alcohol addiction mentions, psychological abuse implied, death, drowning.

Looking back on her life, Morrigan sometimes wonder just how she ended here, doing what she does; she thinks back on how many curves and shortcuts she had to take to make it, and all the horrible and wonderful things that made her into the person she is. She made a promise to herself: never regret anything. Everything that happened has led her to this town, to this job, to this path, and she wouldn’t change a single thing.

She was born Oksana Kuznetsov , into the care of Mary Davis, an american starlet actress and Alexei Kuznetsov, a very wealthy influential “business man” who handled primarily with money washing and drug dealing for the russian mob through his coorporation.

Oksana grew up in a peculiar household, you could say- though she fathoms it’s more ordinary than people would care to believe. Her mother was frequently popping pills in front of the fireplace, swinging a glass of wine, and her father was off dealing with his private affairs.

In the early years of her life she was taught everything a high society girl should be: ballet, piano, violin, you name it - she even took singing lessons, which much to her mother’s dismay were a complete waste of money, she was barely passable in the shower

For most of her childhood, she was oblivious as to how they had their wealth, and spent her evenings riding horses and by the poolside, contemplating her future as if she’d had a choice. For awhile, she toyed with the idea of being a nurse.

But with time, the so called “normalcy” of their lifestyle started to spark red flags for young Oksana. First she noticed the bruises on her mother’s arm, the screams muffled between walls, and the conversations overhead between old men that’d come by the house every so often

As she grew older, the bruises on her mother’s arms became hers --- his father lashed out on whoever was nearest and she made sure that wasn’t her mother.

She lost her passion for playing instruments, and the days by the pool became far and between all the arguments and fights. By then she was severely aware of what was happening under that roof, and how everything they had was obtained illegally one way or another. She didn’t want it- any of it. She tried to escape into a world of fantasy through books but none of it worked, reality was always waiting eagerly by her bedside.

At school, her fascination for death and macabre didn’t go unnoticed - although Oksana was what you’d consider an averagely beautiful girl, she was a recluse, and mocked for her clothes, the way she carried herself, her peculiar interests.

She was at some point named “Bloody Mary”, and she didn’t care for it at all

Things escalated the day she tried going to the cops ---- they didn’t listen, had no interest in the word of such a young girl, and were probably in her father or her father’s bosses pockets. She just wanted everything to stop, but what she got instead was a beating, and being locked in her room for two days straight without food.

She never disobeyed them again.

And then, when she was 15, everything changed --- just not exactly for the better.

The story goes as follow: 15 year old Oksana Kuznetsov was found alone in a boat in the middle of a remote river in Peru's back country. Both her parents are presumed dead.

Two days later, they found their bodies, the cause of death is ruled inconclusive. Although both Mary and Alexei had ties to the russian mob, the FBI was hellbent on pinning this case on young Oksana, the sole heir of the Kuznetsov’s fortune.

The media was relentless, and her life became a circus until the day of her trial. She was found not guilty due to lack of evidence, and her record was sealed given her young age, but that didn’t mean she was innocent in everyone else’s eyes ----- once a suspect, your name is never really clear.

So she gave that up too. Oksana vanished off the map and social media, and insisted on being homeschooled.

When she resurfaced like a phoenix from the ashes, in her 18 birthday, she was no longer Oksana, but Mary Morrigan Davis.

She graduated with honors from the University of California, San Francisco, in forensic pathology, and became a well known name in her field.

Morrigan is driven and dedicates all of herself to each individual case she handles; the way she sees it, it’s never just about the body --- there’s always a story to be uncovered, and just because they can no longer speak doesn’t mean they don’t deserve to have it told. It’s about giving a voice to those who were ripped too early from this world. Not a job, a calling -- a mission. They deserve justice, and she’ll do everything in her power to make sure they get it.

Morrigan tends to be very steely and aloof when it comes to new acquaintances --- she has her walls up for obvious reasons. It’s rare for anyone that’s not Mr.Midnight (her cat) to get too close.

She does have a bias against the feds...... sorry pals and gals. I promise she’ll warm up 2 u if you’re nice tho. She’s just... Skittish at first.

Likes to drink, likes to read, and most of all ------ likes to be left alone.

Morrigan is a wiccan and she very much gives off gothic chick/i put a spell on you/elvira vibes. It’s the only religion she’s ever felt comfortable practicing, besides, she’s really into nature, so it just feels right.

Don’t touch.

She has a lot of tattoos, mostly on her back & arms (not a full sleeve tho).

pinterest can be found here, and spotify playlist here (i might make a graphic and post it properly one day who knows).

CONNECTIONS.

obvs i’m down for anything these are just a couple basic suggestions to kick things off!

ex(es) / morrigan does her fair share of dating, but most of the time things end abruptly because she doesn’t feel comfortable with people getting too close fwb / fooling around is easier for her, and morrigan’s very capable of separating feelings from sex so yano - wink wink nudge nudge partner in crime / morrigan often goes the ... ahEM. extra mile to solve her cases. sometimes she might or might not cross the line between legal and illegal to get some information. this person is fully aware and supportive of her craziness drinking friend / she loves a drink at the end of a tough night, none of this applejuice shit and this is her favorite person to drink next to, probably because they’re as tired and fed up with the world as her one time hookup / for some reason she was feeling vulnerable, they slept together and ... shockingly talked about stuff? maybe she caught feelings? maybe they did or both? either way she’s now avoiding them thanks

#redridgeintro

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dirigibleplumbing · 4 years

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Thanks @fanfictiongreenirises and @lesty-xx for tagging me! I love doing these kinda things, even if sometimes it takes me forever.

Rules: Spell out your url with song titles, answer the quarantine questions, and bold the things that apply - then tag 10 people

This is incredibly long because my URL is long and there are a fair number of questions. So here’s a readmore.

d - “Dry the Rain” - The Beta Band

i - “In a Week” Hozier

r - “Rich” - Cosmo Sheldrake

i - “I’ll Be On the Water” - Akron/Family

g - “Glósóli” - “Sigur Rós”

i - “In Your Eyes” - Lola Marsh

b - “Blues Runs the Game” - Laura Marling

l - “Loverman” - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

e - “Eavesdrop” - Essie Jain

p - “Pharaoh” - Crooked Still

l - “Lay This Body Down” - June Tabor

u - “Untitled 5″ - Panda Bear

m - “My Heart” - Wildbirds and Peacedrums

b - “Better to Find Out for Yourself” - Buffy Sainte-Marie

i - “I’m Not in Love” - The Talking Heads

n - “Naked in the Rain” - Tunng

g - “Gone Away” - Adem

where are you isolated?

At home, which is currently with my parents in the suburbs.

what are you currently reading or watching?

I’m reading pretty much one romance novel a day, mostly historical m/f and m/m.

if you can go outside, what do you like to do during this time?

I mostly go outside to walk my dog. Other than that, I’m usually just getting in the car to get groceries. I play with my dog in the backyard and read outside sometimes, I guess.

any fascinating concept you’re studying??

Not really! I got a couple ebooks about forensics for writers, but I haven’t really dived into them yet.

what kind of acts of creativity/forms of art are you currently doing??

Writing! I haven’t been writing very consistently but I have occasional bursts where I do a lot. I have some drawing I wanna do (and some fanart I need to finish for a zine deadline ) but I haven’t been doing much.

a song that resonates with your state of mind at the moment??

Uhhh I’m gonna go with Mitski’s “Because Dreaming Costs Money, My Dear.” That “we will manage somehow” vibe, plus before I got sick my husband and I lived by the ocean which I desperately miss, and my husband plays the violin.

favorite impulsive/”bad” coping techniques??

Is smoking weed “bad”? Other than that, I’m trying to keep to a sleep schedule but I keep staying up late writing or making playlists or browsing on tumblr.

favorite healthy/”good” coping techniques?

Sometimes when stuff sucks I realize I haven’t cuddled with my dog or husband all day so I go find one or both of them and have a good snuggle.

APPEARANCE

i’m over 5′5″. i wear glasses / contacts. i have blonde hair. i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing. i have one or more piercings. i have at least one tattoo. i have blue / green eyes. i have dyed or highlighted my hair. i have gotten plastic surgery. i have or had braces. i sunburn easily. i have freckles. i paint my nails. i typically wear makeup. i don’t often smile. i am pleased with how i look. i prefer nike to adidas. i wear baseball hats backwards.

HOBBIES AND TALENTS

i play a sport. i can play an instrument. i am artistic. i know more than one language. i have won a trophy in some sort of competition. i can cook or bake without a recipe. i know how to swim. i enjoy writing. i can do origami. i prefer movies to tv shows. i can execute a perfect somersault. i enjoy singing. i could survive in the wild on my own. i have read a new book series this year. i enjoy spending time with friends. i travel during school or work breaks. i can do a handstand.

RELATIONSHIPS

i am in a relationship. i have been single for over a year. i have a crush. i have a best friend i have known for ten years. my parents are together. i have dated my best friend. i am adopted. my crush has confessed to me. i have a long distance relationship. i am an only child. i give advice to my friends. i have made an online friend. i met up with someone i have met online.

AESTHETICS

i have heard the ocean in a conch shell. i have watched the sunrise. i enjoy rainy days. i have slept under the stars. i meditate outside. the sound of chirping calms me. i enjoy the smell of the beach. i know what snow tastes like. i listen to music to fall asleep. i enjoy thunderstorms. i enjoy cloud watching. i have attended a bonfire. i pay close attention to colors. i find mystery in the ocean. i enjoy hiking on nature paths. autumn is my favourite season.

MISCELLANEOUS

i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle. i am the mom friend. i live by a certain quote. i like the smell of sharpies. i am (was) involved in extracurricular activities. i enjoy mexican food. i can drive a stick-shift. i believe in true love. i make up scenarios to fall asleep. i sing in the shower. i wish i lived in a video game. i have a canopy above my bed. i am multiracial. i am a redhead. i own at least three dogs.

Uh I can’t quite do people off the top of my head so I’m just gonna tag: @whenas-in-silks @hollypunkers @ishipallthings @bill-longbow @elcorhamletlive @flange5 @suitofhumour and anyone else who wants to do this.

#posts I created #tag games #about me

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swanqueeneverafter · 5 years

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The Long Way Back, Pt.4

Storybrooke Heritage Park. Present Day. (Emma Swan approaches Henry. It has been roughly one year since Emma and Henry drove away from Storybrooke, supposedly forever. With her memories restored after drinking a potion given to her by Hook, Emma Swan returned to Storybrooke once more. Bringing along her son, who still has no memory of his prior life, Emma has come to help her family defeat a great evil currently tormenting the town. Henry is not the only one dealing with lost memories however as the people of the town are also unable to remember the previous year. After establishing that Regina did not cast the curse, the pair teamed up to find the true culprit. Piecing together clues, their search ultimately lead them to believe the Wicked Witch is behind all the recent disappearances. Tracking the witch to an old farmhouse, Emma and Regina, along with Hook and David discover evidence that Rumplestiltskin has also returned. Unfortunately, Mr. Gold's resurrection came at a terrible price: Neal's life. Standing among the trees, thus hidden from view, Regina watches Emma who is about to tell their son the news about his father. Unable to comfort the boy herself, as Henry believes her to be merely the town’s Mayor, Regina tries unsuccessfully to fight back her tears.)

Emma: (Taking a steadying breath:) “How was it?” Henry: (Turns to face her, smiling:) “It was awesome. We should take more fishing trips when we get back home. (Noticing the sad expression on her face:) Mom?” Emma: “Come here, kid. (Both of them sit down on a bench:) You were right. I was not completely honest with you about this case. This trip. The reason I brought us here is because someone was in trouble and the person who needed help was not a client. It was your father.” Henry: “This is about my dad?” Emma: “Some bad people wanted to hurt him.” Henry: “Is he okay? Did you find him?” Emma: “I found him, but it was too late. He’s gone, Henry. (Sobs:) He was a good man. And he would have been a great father. (Sobs:) There’s one thing I need you to know about him: He was a hero.” Henry: “I wish, I would have known him.” (Emma hugs Henry.) Emma: “You did.” Henry: “Mom, you’re not making any sense right now.” Emma: “I know.” Henry: (Faces Emma once more:) “What happened to the person who did it?” Emma: (Sighs:) “They got away, but I’m going to find them.” Storybrooke Graveyard. The Following Day. (Mourners, including Emma, Mary Margaret, David, Regina, Tinker Bell, Hook, Henry and Belle attend Neal’s funeral. Neal is laid to rest. Hook takes up a shovel and pours soil onto Neal’s coffin. Regina, David and Belle follow Hook’s example. Then Emma encourages Henry to scoop soil on his father’s coffin. Regina watches him closely, still unable to comfort her son. Lastly, Emma herself takes up a shovel.)

Granny’s Diner. Neal’s Wake. (Sitting at the counter, Regina watches Emma as she throws darts, clearly upset. Despite or maybe because of her anger, every single one of the darts Emma throws hits the bullseye. Glancing over at Henry, who is speaking with the Charmings, Regina stands and is about to approach Emma when Hook joins her instead. Glaring at the pirate, Regina finds herself annoyed at how close the pair are standing to each other. Surmising that the captain probably only knows one way of dealing with his emotions, Regina rolls her eyes at being proven right when Hook produces a flask from his jacket pocket. ‘I know your style, pirate.’ she muses, ‘Approach your prey when they’re vulnerable, get them drunk and then...’ Watching them closely as they both walk over to Henry, Regina’s attention is caught by the arrival of Robin Hood. Staring at him as he orders drinks, Tinker Bell follows Regina’s line of sight and notices something.) Tinker Bell: “It’s the lion tattoo. It’s what was prophesied. He’s your soul mate.” Regina: (Whispering:) “I know. I saw it yesterday.” Tinker Bell: “And you didn’t tell me?” Regina: “Well, right now I have better things to do than to gossip about boys!” (Balancing three glasses, Robin Hood joins them.) Robin: “Care for a drink? (Tinker Bell takes one. Robin Hood turns to address Regina:) I do hope I didn’t upset you yesterday.” Regina: (Introducing Tinker Bell to him:) “Robin Hood, Tinker Bell. Tinker Bell, Robin Hood.“ Tinker Bell: (Shaking his hand:) “I’ve been wanting to meet you for a very long time.” Regina: “And no, you didn’t upset me. I just found a clue trail that needed to be followed. One that didn’t lead anywhere. (Gestures towards the offered glass, then stops herself:) I don’t daytime drink.” Robin: “Ah well, perhaps some evening then.” (He nods and takes his leave.) Tinker Bell: “What was all that about? Didn’t you learn anything from the last time you screwed this up? If you had been open to the possibility of love when you first saw him, maybe your life wouldn’t have turned out so…” (Tinker Bell stops herself mid-sentence.) Regina: “So what? How did my life turn out?” Tinker Bell: “Why am I even bothering?” (She walks away.) (Regina watches her leave then notices Emma returning from the bathroom. Checking on Henry again to see that he’s leaving with the pirate, Regina starts to walk over to Emma when Mary Margaret and David beat her to it.) David: “How are you holding up?” Emma: “How do you think?” Mary Margaret: (Hugs her:) “Oh, Emma.” (Wistfully, Regina thinks ‘That’s my hug.’ Suddenly, Zelena enters the diner, holding the Dark One’s Dagger in one hand.) Zelena: “My condolences. So sorry I’ve missed the funeral, but I could never pass up a wake. Oh, did I miss the speeches? Shall I make one? I mean, I am, after all, responsible.” (Emma lunges forward but Mary Margaret seizes her daughter’s arm.) Mary Margaret: “Emma, no. Too many people will get hurt.” Zelena: “Listen to your mother. Anyone who tries to interfere with my plan is gonna have to deal with the Dark One!” David: (Shields a pregnant Mary Margaret:) “Don’t come any closer.” Zelena: “Don’t worry. I’m not here for your baby. Not today, anyway.” Regina: “Then why are you here?” Zelena: “Now that my cover’s blown, I can finally pay a visit to my little sister.” Regina: “Who the hell are you talking about?” Zelena: “Why you of course, Regina.” Emma: “What?” Regina: “I’m an only child.” Zelena: “Cora lied to you, Regina. I’m your sister. Half, if you want to get technical.” Regina: “Why should I believe anything you say?” Zelena: “Oh, you shouldn’t. It’s a lot to swallow. This is why I brought a gift to help.” Regina: (Scoffs:) “I don’t want a gift from you.” Zelena: “But you shall have it. (Moving closer:) See, my gift to you is this sad, sad day. Use it to dig into our past, Regina. You need to learn the truth and you must believe it. And then, meet me on Main Street tonight. Say, sundown.” Regina: “And then what?” Zelena: “Then I’ll destroy you.” Regina: “This isn’t the Wild West.” Zelena: “No, dear. It’s the Wicked West. (Turning around to face the assembled guests:) And I want everyone to be there. To see the Evil Queen lose.” Regina: “I don’t lose.” Zelena: “Neither do I. One of us is about to make history. See you tonight, sis.”

Blanchard Apartment. The Next Day. (David and Emma are attempting to assemble a crib in the Blanchard Loft.) David: (Looking at the instructions:) “I’ve seen enemy battle plans that were easier to decode than this.” Emma: “Let me see. Alright, it says, ‘Take screws E, with washers D, through bar C, using wrench F, which is not provided’.” Mary Margaret: “Why don’t we just call Marco? He’s really good at this sort of thing.” Emma: (Indignantly:) “No!” David: “No! We’re fine.” Mary Margaret: “Should we even be doing this? Ever since the showdown between Regina and the Wicked Witch, we haven’t seen Zelena or Gold at all. Shouldn’t we be focusing on her next move?” Emma: “We are. We just can’t stop living.” David: “Yeah, this crib is a statement. We’re not gonna lose another baby.” Regina: (Enters the loft:) “And thanks to me, you won’t. I’m finished.” David: “So? Did it work? Were you able to put up a new protection spell?” Regina: “One that can’t be undone by blood magic. Which means, Zelena won’t be able to put her hands on that baby.” (Regina removes her gloves and takes a seat at the table.) Mary Margaret: (Smiles then asks:) “Any idea why she would want to?” Regina: “The number of spells involving baby parts would surprise you. That greeny is clearly one twisted witch. But as long as we’re in here, we’re safe.” Emma: “That’s useless. I think we need to stop playing defense and start taking the fight to her.” Regina: “Did you not see how I barely outwitted her yesterday? She has magic! Powerful magic.” Emma: “I have magic too. You’ve seen me use it. I just can’t always control it. But if we teamed up, if you taught me–” Regina: “Now why does this feel so familiar?” Emma: “I’m ready this time.” Regina: (Laughs:) “Okay. But if we do this, we do this my way. This isn’t drinking stale coffee at a stakeout, (Stands:) or whatever you did as a bail bonds person. Magic is a way of life. You have to fully commit to it.” Emma: “Not a problem.” Regina: (Nods:) “Meet me at my vault in one hour.” (Leaves.)

Blanchard Apartment. Several Hours Later. (After their intense yet successful magic lesson, Emma and Regina return to the loft.) Emma: (Opening the door:) "So you're telling me Gold dangled you off a bridge during your lessons?" Regina: (Entering the apartment:) "No, but I wouldn't have put it past him to try. Although now that I know I wasn't Rumple's first student, perhaps his methods changed over time." Emma: (Closing the door and leaning against it:) "Yeah well at least we know I can control my magic. It's just a shame I have to be majorly pissed or in mortal danger to manage it." Regina: "Magic feeds on emotion, that's the key." Emma: (Nods:) "Gold told me, back when we were trying to stop you and Cora from killing us all." Regina: (Taking a seat:) "You mean back when you first brought Henry's father to Storybrooke? (Realising what she's said, stops talking. There's an awkward silence for a few moments:) I'm sorry about Neal. He was a good man. (Emma nods but does not look at her:) What happened... was partly my fault. (Emma raises her head:) In the Enchanted Forest, I told him to go and find a way to bring Rumple back." Emma: (Shakes her head at this:) "No, this wasn't on you. Belle told me how desperate Neal was to get back here." Regina: "Yes, but your parents had already convinced him it wasn't safe." Emma: "The Neal I knew was a free spirit. If he wanted to do something, there was no one who could convince him not to. Which made the fact that he let me go to prison for him suck even more." Regina: "Emma..." Emma: (Waves it off:) "It's ancient history." (Moves away from the door.) (There's another silence.) Regina: (Trying to sound casual:) "Henry told me that back in New York, you seemed happy... with Walsh." Emma: (Scoffs:) "Yeah and look how that turned out. Why are we talking about this?" Regina: "Because you were engaged to this person." Emma: (Defensively:) "But none of it was real! (Begins pacing:) He was playing me from the beginning." Regina: "True, but what you felt was real." Emma: (Snappishly:) "I don't know what I felt. I wasn't even myself, remember? You gave me new memories for crying out loud." Regina: "But even so-" Emma: (Cutting in, accusingly:) "And what about you and Robin Hood, huh?" Regina: (Frowns:) "What about him?" Emma: "Trusting him with your heart?" Regina: "I told you why I-" Emma: "And the tattoo! (At Regina's startled look:) I overheard you and Tink talking at the counter. I saw his arm, Regina." Regina: "So?" Emma: "So? That means he's your-" Regina: "No, it doesn't." Emma: (Scoffs:) "I remember Neverland, okay, I know what you said." Regina: "Then you'll also remember me telling you that the only one who chooses who I fall in love with is me.” Emma: "And have you?" Regina: "Have I what?" Emma: "Chosen." Regina: (A pause:) "Actually that choice was made for me a long time ago." Emma: (Confused:) "But you just said-" Regina: "I didn't see it coming. I didn't plan for it and at first I certainly never wanted it... but it just happened." Emma: "What did?" Regina: "You. (Emma stops pacing:) The moment you entered my life... the thrill and the excitement I'd feel every time you were near me... I just knew. It's always been you, Emma, and no amount of pixie dust or arm tattoos are going to change that." Emma: (Moving closer:) "Really?" Regina: (Nods:) "With all of my heart." (Slowly, Emma leans down towards the seated woman, cupping Regina's face gently in her hands and they kiss.) Emma: "For me, too." (They kiss again.) Regina: (As they part:) "Is that why you snapped at me earlier, because you saw Robin's tattoo and thought..." Emma: (Shrugging:) "It has been a year... I just thought maybe you'd take it as a sign and want to move on." Regina: (Reaching up and grasping Emma by the lapels:) "I would wait a thousand years if it meant we could be together." (Pulling Emma in for an earnest kiss, Regina feels Emma smiling against her lips.) Emma: (Parting:) "Wow. You know, (Smiling, holding out her arm:) I happen to have a tattoo myself." Regina: (Laughing:) "I've noticed. (Studying the flower on Emma's wrist:) Although it does resemble the flowers on your family's coat of arms, so that might just work against you. (They share a comfortable laugh, the confirmation that they both still feel the same way about each other washing over them. Smiling as Emma takes a seat opposite her:) “So how do you see this working, exactly?” Granny’s Diner. A Short Time Later. (Emma, Regina, Henry, David and Mary Margaret are eating together at a table. Regina and Emma smile at each other from across the table when Henry asks a question.) Henry: "So, Madam Mayor, how do you and my mom know each other?" Regina: (Glancing at Emma for help:) "Oh, I-" Emma: "Well, Henry, you know Mary Margaret and I both moved here after Phoenix for a fresh start. And Mayor Mills kindly waived the town's 'no convicts' rule for us." Henry: (Turning to Regina:) "You did that?" Regina: (Smiles:) "Of course. Actually its sort of the town motto that in Storybrooke, everyone deserves a second chance." Henry: "That's great. So how long did we stay here for, Mom?" Emma: (Shrugs:) "About a year or so, until David and Mary Margaret wanted to move in together." Mary Margaret: "We told your mother that she'd be welcome to live with us." David: "The offer still stands by the way." Emma: (Smiles:) "Thanks, Da- (Catching herself:) David." Henry: "I think I know why Mom moved away." Regina: (Curious:) "And why's that, Henry?" Henry: "Well, I've been here a few days now and, no offense, but compared to New York, this place is kinda quiet. I can see Mom getting restless here after awhile." Emma: (Tousling Henry's hair:) "The kid has a point." Mary Margaret: "Oh well, Storybrooke isn't as quiet as it appears, Henry. In fact your mother saved Mayor Mills from a fire." Henry: (To Emma:) "You did?!" Emma: "Well..." Mary Margaret: (Smiling:) "She sure did." Henry: "Wow, did you give my mom the key to the town after that?" Regina: (Smiles:) "I... made sure your mother knew how much her heroism was appreciated." Emma: (Catching the suggestive glint in Regina's eyes, clears her throat:) "Yeah, but Mayor Mills also saved me too. Both of us actually, right Mary Margaret?" Mary Margaret: "Hm? Oh, you mean the well?" Henry: "The well?" Emma: (Wincing:) "Sure, that's what I meant. The well." Henry: "So, what happened?" (Realising her error too late, Mary Margaret now has to quickly think of a rescue scenario to tell Henry that doesn't involve magic.) Mary Margaret: "Uh, I was showing your mother my engagement ring from David as we were passing the town's Wishing Well and I tripped and the ring went flying. And without thinking I... dove after it." Henry: (Frowning:) "I you dove into a well?" Mary Margaret: "Yep. Pretty goofy, huh? Luckily your mom was there to try and grab me but, unfortunately, we both tumbled in." Henry: (Laughing, to Emma:) "You got stuck inside a Wishing Well?" (Emma smiles but says nothing.) David: (Cutting in:) "And that's when Mayor Mills was walking by, heard you two calling for help and she mobilised the entire town to come and pull them out. Isn't that right, Regina?" Regina: (Smiles:) "Mm." Mary Margaret: "We were both caked in mud, I think I even have some of the photographs somewhere." Henry: "I've totally gotta see those!" (The group continue their dinner, laughing and joking together. Regina and Emma sharing anxious looks before joining in again with the conversation.)

Storybrooke. Mills House. The Next Morning. (David stands in the dining room waiting for his chance to speak.) Regina: (Annoyed:) "What were you two idiots thinking, making up stories like that?" David: (Defensively:) "Would you have preferred we told Henry the truth, about how magic is real?" Regina: "I would prefer if you didn't lie to my son. What happens when he gets his memories back?" David: "Do you really want to stand there and lecture me about lying to Henry?" Regina: (Raising an eyebrow at this, impressed:) "Well, look who has a spine after all." David: (Sighs, folding his arms:) "I didn't come here for a fight." Regina: "Then what did you come for?" David: "To talk. About Henry and Emma." Regina: "All right." David: (Takes a breath, then begins:) "Has Emma told you what she plans to do once we defeat the Wicked Witch?" Regina: "Her name is Zelena and you're making quite the assumption that she can be beaten." David: "Good always triumphs over evil." Regina: (Scoffs:) "In my experience 'good' usually sits around waiting for a Savior to help them." David: "We have that Savior." Regina: "She isn't the Savior, she's your daughter!" David: "I'm fully aware of who Emma is! (Takes a calming breath:) Listen, this is about protecting our family. Zelena already got to Emma and Henry in New York, there's no running from this anymore. Emma has to stop her." Regina: "Haven't you been listening? I barely managed to survive a magical duel with Zelena and I'm one of the most powerful sorceresses to ever live. Emma's magic might possibly be stronger than mine but she doesn't know how to fully harness it yet." David: "Then show her how." Regina: "I've been trying!" David: "You know what I mean. I've seen what you two can do when you work together, when you combine your magic." Regina: (Shaking her head:) "Why is the thought of Emma and I being together only palatable to you when we're saving this town?!" David: "I'm not the one you have to convince!” (They stare at each other for a long, tense moment.) Regina: "It's Snow, isn't it?" David: (Continues, softer:) “Look, I know Emma loves you. She told me as much on the trip back from Neverland. And I know you love her too. I came here today to ask you to convince Emma to stay here in Storybrooke, with her family. I realise how things appear, that we ended up back here one year later with a baby on the way. I get that Emma must think we've moved on or that we're trying to replace her. Nothing could be further from the truth. I need my daughter in my life, Regina. Parent to parent, surely you can understand that?" Regina: (Nods:) "Being apart from Henry has been the most painful time of my life. But it's through my love for him and your daughter that I've learned that putting their happiness above my own is worth the pain. I don't know if I can make Emma change her mind about staying, but I'm gonna give it everything I've got." David: (Nods, smiling:) "I know you will and that’s all I ask. I’ll show myself out." (Taking a moment to compose herself, Regina checks herself in the mirror when she hears the doorbell ring. Expecting to find David returning for some reason, she opens the door to find nothing but a basket filled with green apples.) Zelena: (Suddenly standing in Regina’s dining room:) “A gift. From sister to sister.” Regina: “What are you doing here?” (Regina turns and closes the door behind her.)

Mills House. Later That Evening. (After having her heart literally stolen by Zelena, Regina organised a seance to contact her deceased mother Cora. Although initially appearing not to have worked, Cora's spirit made itself known and set its sights on attacking Mary Margaret.) Mary Margaret: “It’s me. I killed Cora. She sensed my presence and found a way to bleed through into our world.” Regina: (When Cora lunges for Mary Margaret, Regina stands to protect her:) “Watch out! Back down, mother. You will answer my questions. Now, tell me: What did you do to Zelena?” (Cora knocks Regina aside then sets her eyes on Mary Margaret. Recovering, Regina quickly transports herself and Mary Margaret back downstairs. A second later, Cora follows them. Regina uses her magic to fend off the ghost.) Mary Margaret: “Oh! You’re holding her off!” Regina: “But I can’t hold her forever.” Mary Margaret: “Cora, I’m sorry. Please forgive me!” (Cora lunges again, but is forestalled by Regina.) Regina: “Save your breath. She only understands power and weakness. But if she wants to kill you, she’s gonna have to go through me! (Mary Margaret looks surprised:) This isn’t about you. This is about her. And me. It’s time for answers, Mother. What did you do to Zelena?!” (Cora slaps Regina aside and dives inside Mary Margaret’s body, knocking the pregnant woman into a nearby chair. Beset with visions of Cora’s past, Mary Margaret watches helplessly as the events of the past play out before her. Regina rushes to the possessed Mary Margaret’s side.) Regina: “Mary Margaret! Hold on. I won’t let you go.” (Using her powers, Regina expels Cora’s spirit from Mary Margaret’s body, sending her back through the portal for good. Emma, David, Hook and Belle arrive just in time to see the portal close.) Emma: “What the hell was that?!” Regina: “Cora. (Turns to check on Mary Margaret:) Is she okay?” David: (Kneels beside her:) “Mary Margaret, can you hear me?” Mary Margaret: (Weakly:) “Cora. Not what we thought. She’s trying to communicate.” Regina: “She was? What’d she say?” Mary Margaret: “Leopold, my mother. My mother.” David: “Shh. Mary Margaret, relax.” Emma: “She’s not making sense. We need to call a doctor.” Regina: “If she knows something that could help us-” David: “Regina, it’s gonna have to wait.” Regina: “It can’t wait! If we want to stop Zelena, we have to know what the hell she’s doing and why!” Belle: “I can help with half of that.” Regina: (Turns to her:) “What?” Belle: “She’s planning on going back. Back in time.” Regina: “Are you certain? No one’s ever been able to cast a spell to go back in time.” Belle: “Well, clearly, she thinks she can succeed. I mean, brains, courage, a-a resilient heart. Those ingredients are in every time-travel spell I’ve found.” David: “Why go back in time, I mean, we have no idea what she’s trying to accomplish.” Mary Margaret: “I do. She… she didn’t…” David: “Don’t push yourself.” Mary Margaret: “She didn’t want to give up Zelena. She was forced to by… By my mother. Princess Eva. She told a secret. Just like I did.” Emma: “Wait. I thought our family were the good guys.” Regina: (Sighs:) “Life is too messy for it to ever be that simple.” David: “You’re saying if it wasn’t for Snow’s mother, Cora would have kept Zelena.” Belle: “She would have been tutored by Rumpelstiltskin.” Hook: “And all if it weren’t for this Princess Eva?” Emma: “So that means…” Mary Margaret: “Zelena’s going back to kill my mother.” Regina: (Gasps:) “You’ll have never been born.” Emma: (Wryly:) “I’m guessing this is where your help ends.” Regina: “No, think it through, Emma. That means you’ll have never been born, and neither will Henry.” Mary Margaret: “And on this different path, Regina, you may not be, either.” Hook: “Well, it’s a good thing no one has ever succeeded with this time-travel nonsense.” David: “The baby.” Hook: “What?” David: “That’s what’s missing. That’s why none have succeeded. Somehow, some way, our baby is the key. Zelena went to a lot of effort to get close to our unborn child. That’s what she’s after.” Mary Margaret: “What is she going to do to with?” David: “It doesn’t matter. She’s not gonna get it. We’re gonna stop her. Since our baby’s not born, she’s stuck, and we have what we need. Time.” Mary Margaret: “Just not very much of it.” A Short Time Later. (Regina continues to clean up when Mary Margaret enters the room.) Mary Margaret: “Need a hand?” Regina: “Shouldn’t you be on bed rest?” Mary Margaret: “Dr. Whale just left. He cleared me and the baby. Apparently, the human body has a surprising tolerance for ghost possession. And he told me I have a tough placenta, which somehow came out creepy. May I? (Grabs a broom:) You want to talk about it?” Regina: “What’s there to talk about? You officially have a less damaging relationship with my mother than I do. And you killed her.” Mary Margaret: “Well, at least we know, you and me, our history… It’s more complicated than we thought.” Regina: “I know how much you looked up to Eva. I’m sorry you had to learn she had such darkness in her past.” (Regina sits at the table.) Mary Margaret: (Puts the broom down:) “That wasn’t the woman I knew. (Sits next to Regina:) It makes me wonder what happened that changed her. I suppose I’ll never know.” Regina: “Well, we can never know our past completely. If we had, I probably wouldn’t have spent so much time trying to kill you.” Mary Margaret: “Well, we would’ve found something to fight about. I mean I was such a brat.” Regina: “Your mother’s child.” Mary Margaret: “Regina… I had no idea that our parents were almost married. If I had, I would never have-” Regina: “I know.” (Tears form.) Mary Margaret: “But you were so young… and my father was so much older and… I’m so sorry.” Regina: (Shakes her head:) “Leopold was a good man. All he ever wanted was for someone to care for his daughter as much as he did.” Mary Margaret: “I think we’ve wasted our last day being haunted by the past.” Regina: “Now we can focus on being haunted by our impending lack of a future.” Mary Margaret: “Zelena isn’t going to win. Not with all of us united against her.” Regina: “Hope isn’t easy when I know she holds my heart.” Mary Margaret: “Which you’ll get back, stronger than ever. That’s what it means to be the most resilient.” Regina: “That could be another one of her tricks, too.” Mary Margaret: “Regina, I’ve seen what life has thrown at you. And you still fight against the darkness every single day. I know you, and you feel things deeply. With or without your heart, you feel things with your whole soul. (Taking Regina’s hands and holding them tightly:) You deserve your happiness. And this time, don’t let anything or (Meaningfully:) anyone hold you back.” Regina: (Sighs:) “Zelena… said something about me not taking risks. It made me think that maybe there was another way. That maybe I didn’t have to send Henry and Emma away at all.” Mary Margaret: “No. Regina there was only one thing you could do. If you had allowed them to stay, when Pan’s curse hit, Henry would have been left alone. Emma knows that. What you did was one of the most selfless, loving things I’ve ever witnessed. (Gently:) “I’m not going to lie and say that I’ve always liked the thought of you and my daughter together. (Regina gives a sardonic smile:) But the sacrifices you’ve made, the magic you make together and the love you both have for Henry… no one can deny that. (Smiles:) She loves you, I know she does. She might not know how to show it, but I see it.” Regina: “You do?” Mary Margaret: “Oh yeah. When she saw you for the first time at Granny’s after she returned, I could see it.” Regina: (Sighs:) “Great. You and I are finally getting along and now, if everything goes to plan, I’ll be moving to New York.” Mary Margaret: “Oh, I’m not going to let that happen without a fight. (At Regina’s look:) If Emma thinks I’m going to allow the chance for all of us to finally be a family together slip through our fingers, she’s got another thing coming.”

Storybrooke Docks. Several Days Later. (Having decided that she needs to strip the Savior of her magic before implementing her plan, Zelena begins targeting people Emma loves. Starting with Henry. In an attempt to save the boy, Hook brings Henry to the docks before being attacked by the Witch's flying monkeys. Running, Hook, Smee and Henry enter the boat house.) Smee: (Locks the door behind him:) “What now, Captain?” Hook: (To Smee:) “Take the boy there. Far exit. Find a new boat. I’ll stay here to deal with our winged friends. (To Henry:) Henry, go with Smee. Don’t stop, no matter what you hear. (Smee exits. Henry briefly stops once again, watching the flying monkey descending:) Henry, go! (Hook fires his pistol twice, killing two flying monkeys. Henry trips over a coiled rope. A third monkey descends, attacking the boy:) No!” (Aiming, Hook fires his pistol once again, but the pistol magazine is empty. Fired from behind, another bullet hits the third monkey directly in the chest. Emma, David and Regina enter the boat house. David throws his sword at another winged creature.) Regina: “I never liked pets.” (She launches a fire ball at a monkey sitting above. Two surviving flying monkeys remain. Emma shoots one of them and Regina launches a fire ball at their last opponent.) Emma: (Helps Henry to his feet:) “Henry, are you okay?” Henry: “Y… Yeah. What were those things? (David sheathes his sword:) Why does he have a sword?” Emma: “It’s all gonna make sense in a minute, I promise.” Henry: (Confused:) “What are you talking about?” Emma: “I’m sorry I was keeping things from you. You were right. You deserve to know the truth.” (Shows Henry his storybook.) Henry: “About fairy tales? I don’t understand.” Emma: “Do you trust me?” Henry: “Yes, of course I do.” Emma: “Then I need you to believe.” Henry: “Believe in what?” Emma: “Believe in magic.” Henry: (Doubtful:) “From a book?” Emma: “It’s more than just a book. Do you believe in me?” Henry: “Yes.” Emma: “Then take it.” (Emma hands Henry the book. As soon as he takes it, Henry remembers visiting Emma in Boston, both of them sitting together at his castle, Emma breaking the curse, using pixie dust to fly in Neverland, practice sword fighting with his father, leaving Storybrooke.) Henry: (To Emma:) “Mom? (Emma smiles. To Regina:) Mom! (Regina runs forward and hugs Henry:) I remember. (To Emma:) I remember.” Regina: (Relieved:) “Henry. Oh, Henry. (Smiles:) I will never let you go away again. I promise. I love you, Henry.” (Regina kisses Henry lightly on the forehead. A burst of colour travels throughout the land and the Dark Curse breaks. Mary Margaret hugs David.) Emma: (To Regina:) “It wasn’t me. It was you. You broke the curse. (Regina smiles, vindicated. Turning to her parents:) Mary Margaret. David, did it work? Do you remember the missing year?” Mary Margaret: “Yes, everything.” Emma: “How did Zelena cast the curse?” Mary Margaret: (Shaking her head:) “She didn’t, Emma. We did.” Emma: “You cursed yourselves?” Mary Margaret: “Zelena’s weakness is light magic. I mean, it’s clear now, more than ever. You’re the only one who can defeat her.” David: “That’s why we paid the price of Regina’s curse. To find you.” Emma: “The price of the curse is the heart of the thing you love most. If one of you cast it, how are you both still here?” (As the Charmings explain everything to Emma, Henry tells Regina about the year he spent in New York.) Henry: “New York was awesome. The pizza. The Yankees. My school.” Regina: (Chuckles:) “Slow down. I wanna hear it all. The entire year.” Henry: “I found an apple tree in Central Park that looked exactly like the one by your office. Of course, I didn’t know back then, but now I do. And guess what…” Regina: “What?” Henry: “I got pretty good at math.” Regina: “No.” Henry: “Pretty good. Not Stephen-Hawking-good, but good. What did I miss here?” Regina: “Nothing much. Nothing that matters now.” Henry: “Not even the fact that you and Emma are together?” Regina: (Evasively:) “Let’s stay focused on New York. Tell me about the pizza.” Henry: “Come on, mom. How long have you two been…?” Regina: (Clears her throat:) “Do you remember when you got stuck down the mines?” Henry: “Wait. Seriously? Since then?!” Regina: “Well… (Anxiously:) off and on?” Henry: (Smiling:) “Awesome.”

Storybrooke. Storybrooke Sheriff’s Department. (In the final showdown with the Wicked Witch, Zelena was defeated not by the Savior, but her own sister, Regina. Using her own light magic, Regina managed to strip Zelena of her magic, saving the Charming’s newborn son and her own heart in the process. Currently huddled under a blanket, Zelena is locked up in a cell as her sister sits watching her.) Zelena: “Why, Regina? Why not just kill me and put me out of my misery?” Regina: “Because I know why you did what you did. We’re much alike. Our mother ruined you, too. I know what it’s like to not have the life you wanted. The life you feel you deserve.” Zelena: “Oh, boo-hoo. You had to be Queen. You know nothing. I saw it all. You had everything.” Regina: “Did I? So, you missed the part where I lost the man I loved.” Zelena: “Mother did all that for you to achieve greatness.” Regina: (Shaking her head:) “Not long ago I was a lot like you. I wanted to kill someone who wronged me. And I failed. Had I killed Snow White, I wouldn’t be in this world. I wouldn’t be with these people and I wouldn’t have my son Henry. So, no, Zelena. I won’t kill you. Instead I’m gonna give you what I got. I’m gonna give you a second chance.” Zelena: “What if I don’t want it?” Regina: “That would be a mistake, dear. Take it. Use it. Evil isn’t born. It’s made. And so is good. (Stands, moving closer to the bars:) If I were you, I’d consider creating a new destiny. Because if you don’t, I’ll be right there to take your heart and crush it. Now, if you’ll excuse me. (Shows Zelena the pendant:) I should put this somewhere safe.” (Regina leaves the room.) Mills House. That Evening. (Emma Swan walks across the foyer towards Regina's study. Gently pushing it open, Emma leans on the frame as she takes in the sight before her. Illuminated by the light from the fireplace, Regina sits waiting for her, two wine glasses and a velvet pouch placed on the table in front of her.) Regina: "How's-" Emma: (Smiling:) "Mother and baby are fine. (Enters the room:) Henry's staying over at the apartment to make sure everything's ready for when Mom's released from the hospital." Regina: "Was Henry excited to see his new Uncle?" Emma: (Removing her coat:) "Actually yeah. I guess having his parents and grandparents being basically the same age means that Henry being older than his uncle is no big deal." Regina: (Smiles:) "One big happy family." Emma: (Takes a seat beside Regina:) "So, is that what I think it is?" (Emma glances meaningfully towards the black bag on the table.) Regina: (Nods:) "I thought I should wait until we were alone." Emma: "Really? Because you want to use this as a teaching moment?" Regina: (Chuckles:) "Yes and no. (Picks up a bottle of wine and begins to pour some into both glasses:) When I first took out my heart, I was in a really dark place. I had just lost you and Henry for what I thought would be forever. I told myself that living without the pain would help me cope, but your mother convinced me otherwise. Now that I have you back in my life, I'm the happiest I've ever been. (They share a smile:) Or at least I will be, once I have that back in my chest." Emma: (Nods, then picks up both glasses, handing one to Regina:) "To the woman I love with all of my heart, may you once again love me with all of yours. (Regina smiles and they clink glasses, each taking a drink. Placing hers on the table:) So, what do we do?" Regina: "Take my heart in your hand. (Emma reaches for the bag as Regina puts down her glass. Watching as Emma gently pulls out her heart:) Now, (Guiding Emma's hand:) place your hand here, like this. (Moving Emma's hand into position:) Look at me, Emma. (They gaze into each other's eyes:) Ready?" (Emma nods and after a slow intake of breath, Regina pulls Emma's hand firmly towards her chest, replacing her heart.) Emma: (Wide eyed, amazed:) "How does it feel?" Regina: (Smiling lovingly at her, brushes a stray hair back over Emma's ear, cupping her face:) "Like coming home." (Gazing into each other's eyes, Emma moves toward her and they kiss, pouring all of their love into it. The year's separation simply melting away between them. Feverishly, their hands move to begin undressing one another, soon finding themselves laid bare by the fire's light. The flickering flames reflected in each woman's ardent desire to make up for lost time.)

The End.

#sq #swanqueen #swan queen

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rosymiel · 5 years

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1-100.. bitch

oh FUCK you (im jk.. i love you..)

The meaning behind my url: i love french, and so i wanted to spice up my url and have it not be sims related from the get-go (my previous url was ughplumb). at first i wanted my url to be “cherry wine” in french because my favorite song of all time is cherry wine by hozier, however the url was already taken. i settled for rosy honey, hence rosymiel

A picture of me: honestly just look at my tag “kyla has a face”! i don’t have any new selfies of myself aside from what i’ve posted.

How many tattoos i have and what they are: i only have one, and it’s right in between my shoulder blades on my back. it’s of my family’s crest, which says “miseris succurrere disco”, which basically means to help people in need.

Last time i cried and why: last night because i was watching queer eye

Piercings i have: i used to have my ears pierced, but i hated keeping track of my earrings so i just let them close up. i wish i never let them close up, and now i also want to get my nose pierced

Favorite band: i don’t really listen to any bands, just artists!

Biggest turn offs: burping and chewing sounds. chewing sounds legitimately anger me so much, i don’t know why

Top 5 songs: Cherry Wine (Hozier), Rain On Me (Joji), IDFC (Blackbear), I Love You (Billie Eilish), The Night We Met (Lord Huron)

Tattoos I want: OHHHHH MY GOD i want so many!!!! i just honestly want my body to be covered in flower tattoos to the point that i’m just a walking garden!! i really want to get a pair of watercolor roses or lilies right under my collarbones!!

Biggest turn ons: good cologne. i don’t know why, but cologne makes me go insane, i love it so much

Age: 18 going on 19!

Ideas of a perfect date: relaxing at home and cuddling with my boyfriend while watching our favorite show

Life goal: oh god this is super deep and i’ve sat on this question for a fat minute and all i can think about is how much i want to be content with myself, so i guess that’s my goal

Piercings i want: nose and ear piercings, babie!!!

Relationship status: happily taken!

Favorite movie: oh god, probably across the universe. i’ve loved it ever since i was a kid

A fact about my life: i’ve been in choir almost all my life

Phobia: the dark. when i was a kid i used to see faces on my walls when my room was dark

Middle name: marie

Height: 5′5.5 (basically just 5′6)

Are you a virgin?: yessirree

What’s your shoe size?: 7

What’s your sexual orientation?: i’m pretty straight, but i think i’m heteroflexible. i’d definitely get down and nasty with a girl, but i’ve never felt any romantic attraction towards females

Do you smoke, drink, or take any drugs?: no, my parents smoked cigarettes for most of my life, and my dad regularly smokes weed. the smell of weed makes my head hurt and makes me feel nauseous, so no thanks.

Someone you miss: my boyfriend. he’s been on a family trip to cuba, and he hasn’t contacted anyone (including me) in almost 10 days. i miss him so much that it genuinely hurts.

What’s one thing you regret?: not learning to love myself sooner and finding comfort in feeling depressed because it’s something familiar

First celebrity you think of when someone says attractive: zendaya

Favorite ice cream?: i don’t eat a whole lot of ice cream, so i guess cookies and cream

One insecurity: my teeth. my two teeth next to my front teeth are pointed, and i used to get called a vampire when i was young. i was always bullied for it, and for most of my life i would cover my mouth with my hand whenever i laughed or smiled. a recent incident that comes to mind was sophomore year in high school in my english class. i sat next to my friend mooney (i called her by her last name because we met in gym), and one day she was talking to the guy infront of her about how pretty she thought i was, and how she thought that i could’ve been a model. the guy who sat in front of me, who’s name was tristan and was also in my choir the previous year, said that i’d be pretty with me if my teeth weren’t so fucked up.

What my last text message says: “god this fan feels so nice”

Have you ever taken a picture naked?: :)

Have you ever painted your room?: no, but i’ve tried painting the bathroom with my mom

Have you ever kissed a member of the same sex?: nope

Have you ever slept naked?: yeah?????????

Have you ever danced in front of your mirror?: i can’t dance, so absolutely not

Have you ever had a crush?: yeah??!??!?!!? ofc. i had a major crush on my current boyfriend, and he had a crush on me first before we started dating. it’s actually a really cute story

Have you ever been dumped?: yeah, twice. my last one was really brutal, but not because of how he dumped me.

Have you ever stole money from a friend?: nope

Have you ever gotten in a car with people you just met?: nope

Have you ever been in a fist fight?: nope

Have you ever snuck out of your house?: nah, i’m a goody-two-shoes

Have you ever had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back?: oh HELL yeah

Have you ever been arrested?: nope, and not planning on it!

Have you ever made out with a stranger?: nope!!

Have you ever met up with a member of the opposite sex somewhere?: not in a sexual or romantic way, no

Have you ever left your house without telling your parents?: nah

Have you ever had a crush on your neighbor?: i don’t think so??

Have you ever ditched school to do something more fun?: i ditched my nesika (which was like homeroom, but only two days of the week rather than daily) to go to a coffee stand with a friend

Have you ever slept in a bed with a member of the same sex?: not in a sexual or romantic way

Have you ever seen someone die?: no, and i really don’t want to :^(

Have you ever been on a plane?: yup!! i love it

Have you ever kissed a picture?: maybe…………… :’^)

Have you ever slept in until 3?: oh my GOD no. i fall asleep relatively early and wake up early, even on my days off.

Have you ever loved someone or miss someone right now?: yeah??? lowkey this question is phrased in a weird way

Have you ever laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by?: oh my god yes, it’s so relaxing

Have you ever made a snow angel?: yup!!!!

Have you ever played dress up?: oh HELL yes i have!!!

Have you ever cheated while playing a game?: okay does anyone remember doing the stock market game in freshmen year/middle school in history class? my friend and i looked up the answers online and cheated. we were rich that day in that class.

Have you ever been lonely?: i’m lonely right now

Have you ever fallen asleep at work/school?: maybe for 10 seconds, but no

Have you ever been to a club?: nope!

Have you ever felt an earthquake?: i don’t think so, no

Have you ever touched a snake?: SDKJGBSD NO!!!!!

Have you ever ran a red light?: nope!

Have you ever been suspended from school?: nope!!!!

Have you ever had detention?: i had lunch detention for saying “stfu” to a guy who was bugging me in 5th grade. i thought i was the shit for that.

Have you ever been in a car accident?: nope!

Have you ever hated the way you look?: 100%. i’ve always had huge insecurities surrounding my body or how i look.

Have you ever witnessed a crime?: bruh i literally stole a pack of gum from a store when i was 4. i COMMITTED a crime. in my defense, i stole it for my mom to make her happy. i got yelled at

Have you ever pole danced?: nope, but i would love to! it looks like a really good workout!

Have you ever been lost?: i got lost just last week

Have you ever been to the opposite side of the country?: nope!!! i don’t travel much

Have you ever felt like dying?: yes. i used to be suicidal

Have you ever cried yourself to sleep?: hell yeah babie!

Have you ever sang karaoke?: i sing karaoke on youtube almost every single day. not only that, but on the first day of practicing for my high school graduation i stopped by my choir class before it began (seniors got out earlier than everyone else), and i sang karaoke with them.

Have you ever done something you told yourself you wouldn’t?: 100%

Have you ever laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose?: NO?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Have you ever slept with someone at least 5 years older or younger?: no

Have you ever kissed in the rain?: how can u kiss the rain. bruh.

Have you ever sang in the shower?: i sang in the shower earlier today

Have you ever made out in a park?: nope!

Have you ever dream that you married someone?: yep!!!!

Have you ever glued your hand to something?: i don’t think so????

Have you ever got your tongue stuck to a flag pole?: no, but i got my tongue stuck to one of those metal low monkey bar things.

Have you ever gone to school partially naked?: no?????

Have you ever been a cheerleader?: no, but my childhood friend and i wanted to be cheerleaders in high school before i moved to a different state

Have you ever sat on a roof top?: nope

Have you ever brushed your teeth?: who are you, my mom?

Have you ever been too scared to watch scary movies alone?: oh my GOD yes

Have you ever played chicken?: nope!! im a pussy

Have you ever been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on?: nope!

Have you ever been told you’re hot by a complete stranger?: not that i’m hot, but i’ve gotten many compliments from strangers

Have you ever broken a bone?: nope!

Have you ever been easily amused?: i used to be one of those kids that would laugh before they could finish a joke

Have you ever laughed so hard you cried?: i’ve laughed so hard that i’ve pissed myself. so yes.

Have you ever mooned/flashed someone?: i mean????

Have you ever cheated on a test?: i cheated on a 2nd grade spelling test. who knew that i would end up actually being great at spelling shit

Have you ever forgotten someone’s name?: oh my god i have the worst memory and i’m terrible with names

Have you ever met someone who didn’t seem real?: my boyfriend :’’’’^)

Give us one thing about you that no one knows: a couple friends know, but when i’m too lazy to throw on shoes or socks to walk around the house i just pull my sweatpants legs a bit over my feet and just wrap it around my feet. it’s weird

#non sims #reply #roseiio

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theconstellationsinyourskin · 5 years

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Every number that has a "1" in it

1. “is a kiss considered cheating” i mean like. if it’s like a party game or whatever then no lmfao. otherwise probably yea, but like, pretty low on the seriousness of it imo. i dont know how non-polyam people work tho and it’s literally impossible to cheat on me because i’ll just b like “why didnt you trust me enough to tell me, i would have been happy for you ;-;” lmfao

10. Who was the last person to disappoint you?every interaction i have is full of minor excitements and disappointments. currently my father is at the top of the list though, he’s not a flat earther but he is a 9/11 truther and brought up lizard people

11. Do you like your body?sure? I know I’m cute, and I’m pretty much near-constantly in pain and/or nausea, but I’m pretty indifferent to my body as like, having feelings towards it. It sure is my body!

12. Can you keep a diet?no, why would I?

13. If the whole world listened to you right now, what would you say?i would panic and go nonverbal tf you mean? lmfao. I’d probably start ranting incoherently about anarchism though

14. do.....do i work? bitch? do I work? im on my 10th day in a row of working shut up lmfao. (i work at subway, for those of u not in-the-know)

15. If you could choose only one food to eat to the rest of your life, what would it be?marie callender’s (im looking at the box ive been spelling it wrong this whole time) chicken pot pies. ideally the bacon cheddar ones but i understand if that is not accessible

16. Would you get a tattoo?i want a snail tattoo so badly .... i figured out where i want it, too. i want it on my left wrist (palm side). im crying thinking about it

17. Something you don’t mind spending all your money on?the music game i play, apparently. i just got a 3-month subscription for 20 bucks. i think that puts me at like 80 bucks ive spent on this game in the past 3 years. lanota is just too good. i was gonna say like rent or car but like, i DO mind those, fuck capitalism

18. Can you drive?legally, yes, with a licensed passenger aged 21+. physically? no

19. When was the last time someone told you you were beautiful?i think my mom is the only person who’s ever said that specific word to me, but my partner called me pretty like three days ago

21. Do you keep a journal?don’t have the willpower for that lolz. I do sometimes but only for like days or at max a month

31. Something you did and you are proud of?Moved out of my mom’s house the moment I turned 18. I’m hella fuckin proud of that lmfao

41. What was the last concert you went to?Muse in Boston, back in April

51. Who are you most comfortable around?my partner lol, and like one or two of my other friends

61. Something you find romantic?hand-to-cheek contact is the most intimate possible physical interaction. god forbid it be both hands/cheeks. it’s very romantic and soft and i would absolutely melt if anybody ever did that to me

71. Have you ever made someone feel bad about themselves intentionally?can’t think of anything in particular but I’m sure I have. I get passive-aggressive with customers pretty often so I’m sure that counts.

81. How long have you been on Tumblr?since like, october 2015 or something like that

91. Perfect date idea?I always spring for the “go to the park and have a picnic” idea myself, when the topic of dating comes up. Going to the movies or loud restaurants sucks because you can’t talk, cafes are kind of awkward because I feel like somebody is gonna eavesdrop. I’m sure there’s something more creative you could do--idk, a museum or whatever local tourist spot or something, but that’s so location-based that I can’t really give that as an answer to a generic question like this. Picnics are intimate, calm, private. It’s not great as a first date for this reason but it’s lovely for a steady relationship.

100. Can you keep a secret?Of course. My primary skill is being good at talking to people, and one of my favorite things to do is get to know people. It would be kind of silly to sabotage that by telling everybody’s secrets.

#personal post

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kaulidur · 5 years

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hello! i was wondering if you wanted to talk about any of your ocs? i saw your hazel and gabriel art, and you've mentioned unit 1 and ari on twitter, but i was wondering if we could know more about them!

HOLY SHIT A A AA A AA A AA A A A AA A A THIS IS THE BEST THING TO EVER HAPPEN TO ME OMG ASDFGHJHGFDFSDGHH yes i love talking about my ocs. actually i kinda Went Off on my discord today ( discord.gg/RZk9xgq ) but yes i am very open to questions here is what happened on discord. its Long: OC LORE TIMEok so in my main ocversethere is 3 types of magici always wanna type magick adsfdghjcast spells, rituals and runesas well as hidden fourth kind which is innate, which is like an ability sfdghjand then theres angels and demonswhich frankly, could be called anything else since its not actually biblicalhttps://www.deviantart.com/murrmule/art/it-is-a-demon-532596407here is demon.and my main oc gabriel is a half demonangels have no specific visual. but im considering a like, true spooky formari is an angelgod i came up with this at age 14my favorite part is magic tattoosunit 1 (needs to be named or completely revamped) is a magic tattoo artistand i asfgjksadsfghjkhttps://www.deviantart.com/murrmule/art/wow--532596490Demon Slimedemons are shapeshiftersthe slime is like.. a conduit but also /blood/ and is poisondemons have very crude unusable organsthey dont eat but they like drinking animal matterdemons are very much gore indulgence dffglore is theres like 6 demons left or something. they were created by a human very long agohalf demons can be created by /corrupting/ a fetus and they are infertiledemons cannot be created anymore. lost knowledgeangels are organic and demons were an imitation attempt perhaps?so demons basically just live solitary lives in like, the forest or somewhere and mostly dont interact w humansand /hate eachother/ kindathey are immortal but have also lost most their memoriestheres 2 types of demons, negative and positive ( - / +)negatives prefer water and Weti dont remember the other differences dasfghjbut it mattersa, - have completely black eyes, + have black sclera and bright colorful irisesgabriel is -they are more shapeshifty also i thinksome humans consider demons to only be mythswell, mosthalf demons are pretty rare(person who doesnt believe in demons encounters half demon) well, sure, but, nomagic is common and casual but most dont go into itit is Difficultok thats the basics im dead nowdemons are drawn to angels also. mostly half demons tho bc demons have fucked off to nowhereangels are mostly not known aboutso its mostly just a "theres something about this person i really feel drawn to them for some reason"the creation of half demons is originally ritualistic but people love fucking with the world so they do mad science with demonsi think i made gabriel half angel because dfgjhkhfgdg what do u expect form a teenager. mary sue muchi dont care for most concepts i had tbh. ive outgrown so muchgo go power milky.. writealso theres the concept of necromancy which is considered demon magic and taboonever figured out much about itim not even sure about the setting like is it modern.. high fantasy.. no clueSDFGHJKL LIKE HOWbut really thats just the world ehere i put my ocs and i can thing about their interactionsvery self indulgentok so ari. ariel(angel name)angel ocs have angel namesgabriel named himself gabriel thoughari is a normal ish person whomst studied magic since younghoodhas proper healer training but became fascinated with necromancyvery tabooso he went to another continent to investigate demons basicallywhich is the main story continent where most Happensall demons are rumored to be thereanyway ari happens to meet gabriel and get sucked into his mess of a lifeim not sure what ill do with gabs backstory bc its very edgy as ishe has shady connections and basically seeks power?thinks he knows a lot about magic but does notThere Is So Much Moreit is that deepbut basically ari and gab are eachothers magic foddergabriels specializes in shapeshiftingbut like.. body modification moreso than what u might imagine by shapeshiftinghalf demons are not capable of full shapeshifting (like becoming another person) demons be do thatits moreso like.. transfiguration?? idkbasically demons can like melt themselves down to just black goohalf demons can /kinda/ do it but not fullythey can briefly do it to parts of their bodieswhich renders them functionally invulnerablegabriel abuses this ability A Lotok i think im done for now thanks for your attention heres almost all my ocs https://toyhou.se/murrmule

#oc lore #ocs #long post #ask #asks #ltrsi

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1112lw · 5 years

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Every question!!

SDFFSDFG DAM OK SIS

LONG POST AHEAD IF U LITERALLY WANNA KNOW ME PERSONALLY JUST READ THIS LMFAO

1: Name: Arche/Jupiter, my close friends know my real name so!

2: Age: High school has just been done so try to guess

3: Fears: Heights, oral presentations, the dark

4: 3 things I love: Drawing, men- concept art n stuff like that

5: 4 turns on: Oh here we go- uhh thighs, messy hair? when they give u The Look or when they. say things i will not talk about here HHGBDF n uhhh Arms 👀👀

6: 4 turns off: weird macho attitude, overly confident bullshit, being selfish and fuckboys in general

7: My best friend: not sure what this means but my bff is named Daphnée n i love her and ive known her my whole life so

8: Sexual orientation: homosexuale

9: My best first date: :))))))) as if

10: How tall am I: sigh. I’m 5″4

11: What do I miss: sometimes i miss the feeling loved ig

12: What time were I born: 12:19

13: Favourite color: pink!

14: Do I have a crush

15: Favourite quote: My senior quote!! “if what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger, I’m telling you I’m immortal”

16: Favourite place: well? my room ig? I like my yard too

17: Favourite food: ugh ramen,,,korean dishes are TASTE as fuck but i also like classic ass spaghetti so like lol

18: Do I use sarcasm: does it look like i dont

19: What am I listening to right now: dr.phil LMFAO

20: First thing I notice in new person: Hair and eyes!! also how they laugh

21: Shoe size: Like. a 7-8 in women’s 6 in men’s

22: Eye color: Hazel/Golden yes bitch let me be special

23: Hair color: it’s either dark brown or golden brown idk

24: Favourite style of clothing: bruv its either kpoppie fuckboy or uwu skirts pastels

25: Ever done a prank call?: no i have anxiety

26: Meaning behind my URL:

27: Favourite movie: rise of the guardians and HTTYD

28: Favourite song: Comeback Home (BTS cover)

29: Favourite band: looks in the camera i dont know nan molla huh

30: How I feel right now: I’m fine im hungry

31: Someone I love: shoutout to my babeys in my server ily

32: My current relationship status: Single(tm)

33: My relationship with my parents: theyre fine ig just a bit tired

34: Favourite holiday:

35: Tattoos and piercing I have: Ear piercings? that’s it

36: Tattoos and piercings I want:

37: The reason I joined Tumblr:

38: Do I and my last ex hate each other? I sure hope not?

39: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts? A bit ig?

40: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? Literally no

41: When did I last hold hands? Like last Friday

42: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? 20 minutes

43: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days? no i havent shaved in like months

44: Where am I right now? in my room, in quebec, canada

45: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me? bitch i sure hope my friends would

46: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? fuck my ears

47: Do I live with my Mom and Dad? yeah

48: Am I excited for anything? yeah? yeah

49: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? ig? always

50: How often do I wear a fake smile? just at work tbh

51: When was the last time I hugged someone? not long ago i cant tell but my friends r cuddle monsters so

52: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me? i havent kissed anyone so

53: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not? lemme think uhhh no not rlly im not dumb

54: What is something I disliked about today? i woke up n i thought i had school lol

55: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? oh john cock i want to be ur best friend

56: What do I think about most? i daydream 24/7

57: What’s my strangest talent? uhhh i can put my thumb behind my hand?

58: Do I have any strange phobias? trypophobia, if thats “weird”

59: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? depends on what the video is, mostly behind

60: What was the last lie I told? idk answering to my deadname

61: Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? online

62: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? I slightly believe in ghosts? also aliens GOTTA exist so

63: Do I believe in magic? i think!

64: Do I believe in luck? yeah

65: What’s the weather like right now? very pretty i filmed a video outside!!

66: What was the last book I’ve read? L’Étranger d’Albert Camus in french class

67: Do I like the smell of gasoline? yes my dad’s a mechanic

68: Do I have any nicknames? a lot a lot

69: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had? bitch @ my birth #neverforget

70: Do I spend money or save it? i have 40$ in my name right now

71: Can I touch my nose with a tounge? no

72: Is there anything pink in 10 feet from me? yes highlighter

73: Favourite animal? cats or otters

74: What was I doing last night at 12 AM? FBISDFD NO WE DONT TALK ABOUT IT

75: What do I think is Satan’s last name idk he can have any last name he wants!!!

76: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? everytime i start hearing “waiting for you anpanman” or “i just wanna go home” 👀👀

77: How can you win my heart? aaahh. be a twink. b fashionable. b funny. cheesy. pls romance me like a npc in the sims 2

78: What would I want to be written on my tombstone? s(he) died smh

79: What is my favorite word? cunt is SUCH a satisfying word

80: My top 5 blogs on tumblr? oh great uh honestly cant be fucked

81: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? please have brain. PLEASE

82: Do I have any relatives in jail? i sure hope the fuck not?

83: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power? either invisibility or mind reading

84: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? ahaaa “what are your intrusive thoughts”

85: What is my current desktop picture? my lesbian sims getting married LMFAO

86: Had sex? no

87: Bought condoms? no

88: Gotten pregnant? NO

89: Failed a class? i think yeah maths last year

90: Kissed a boy? :(((

91: Kissed a girl? no

92: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? no

93: Had job? I have a job rn so

94: Left the house without my wallet? yeah when i go to school

95: Bullied someone on the internet? define bullying?

96: Had sex in public? virgin squad

97: Played on a sports team? yeah

98: Smoked weed? no ew

99: Did drugs? no ew

100: Smoked cigarettes? NO EW

101: Drank alcohol? yep

102: Am I a vegetarian/vegan? no i’d die

103: Been overweight? i’m twig

104: Been underweight? i think i was underweight when i was young? i was very Small

105: Been to a wedding? yes very long boring

106: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight? bruh. everyday

107: Watched TV for 5 hours straight? probably?

108: Been outside my home country? ONCE

109: Gotten my heart broken? TWICE !

110: Been to a professional sports game? yesss canadians game!!

111: Broken a bone? no

112: Cut myself? not technically

113: Been to prom? SOON SOON SOON SOSOSNSBFSHDD

114: Been in airplane? once

115: Fly by helicopter? i am not rich bitch

116: What concerts have I been to? noneeee- WAIT NO MARIE MAI

117: Had a crush on someone of the same sex? not sex but for the purpose of pretending i have a penis yes plenty

118: Learned another language? yeah!! i learned english, i almost learned spanish and i’m trynna learn korean now

119: Wore make up? i try!! but i’m not super good

120: Lost my virginity before I was 18? not 18 yet but it’s goin that way

121: Had oral sex? as if

122: Dyed my hair? i wishhh

123: Voted in a presidential election? I WISH THE ELECTIONS R ONE MONTH B4 MY BIRTHDAY

124: Rode in an ambulance? nope

125: Had a surgery? yes at a week old

126: Met someone famous? i think yes but i was super small

127: Stalked someone on a social network? define stalked?

128: Peed outside? yes

129: Been fishing? YES

130: Helped with charity? i think? we do volunteering so

131: Been rejected by a crush? not directly

132: Broken a mirror? no

133: What do I want for birthday? boyf......boy..boyff

134: How many kids do I want and what will be their names? oh man uhh maybe 2-3, i dont know their names yet honestly

135: Was I named after anyone? MY DAD NAMED ME AFTER A FUCKIN CLIENT HE MET. as for my actual name now I named myself after my fav video game character. lit

136: Do I like my handwriting? yeah!!

137: What was my favourite toy as a child? bitch hot wheels

138: Favourite Tv Show? hells kitchen,,,,judge judy,,,anythin like that

139: Where do I want to live when older? honestly i wish i could just live in japan or tokyo, or new york? but i will most likely end up in montreal

140: Play any musical instrument? i used to play the clarinet last year!!

141: One of my scars, how did I get it? the one on my knee, i scratched my desk with my knee

142: Favourite pizza toping? my dad makes AMAZING sea food pizzas,,,

143: Am I afraid of the dark? a lot

144: Am I afraid of heights? A LOT

145: Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad? idk prolly? im a bit of a goody two shoes or however u spell it

146: Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end: dont we all

147: What I’m really bad at: organizing my anxiety n shit i get overwhelmed

148: What my greatest achievments are: finishing high school

149: The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me: honestly has to be that time someone dug up my vent post about being dysphoric to try to say i hated myself with some dumbass DySphorIa Is SelF HaTRed argument

150: What I’d do if I won in a lottery: pay my parents’ debt off, buy 284223$ of BT21 merch, pay my whole college/uni and transition

151: What do I like about myself: idk i like how i literally do not give a fuck anymore and ive learned to love myself instead of trynna care

152: My closest Tumblr friend: @peptobismol-official @ace-landofthesun @dorkalisious and ana but idk her @ anymore :((( ana pls

153: Something I fantasise about: we dont talk about that

154: Any thoughts on the paranormal?: lit. please stop crawling in my ceiling !

ok now that u know my whole biography. go doxx me ig. bye bye

#Arche.txt #asks #ask #long post

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theaurorfileshq · 4 years

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A B E L M O N T E R O / A U R O R S E R G E A N T

AGE: Thirty-Seven

BADGE NUMBER: R21X66

BLOODSTATUS: Halfblood, (No-Maj Mother)

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Nonbinary, He/They

IDENTIFYING FEATURES: 6′4″ in height. Lateral scar, cutting through left brow and extending to mid scalp. Virgin Mary tattoo on exterior right arm. Two black bands tattooed around left forearm. Scorpion on right wrist. Partially burned wand.

STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES:

(+): Cursebreaking, Dark Magic Knowledge, Wards & Defensive Magic

(-): Combat Magic, Transfiguration, Below Average in Wand Magic

BACKGROUND:

"You’re so lucky” has been a phrase Abel has heard often throughout his life.

He was five when the political waters began to shift within MACUSA, and the law that made him a product of the crime his parents committed by loving one another, would be abolished. History tends to make events much cleaner than they really were though. When the centuries long law was abolished it didn’t go out with a whisper, those who looked down on his bloodtype didn’t suddenly change their minds, and wipe away generations of ingrained bigotry.

No, Rappaport’s was a beast that didn’t die easily, it clawed and bit at anything that dare to defy it, even as it lay dying from its wounds. Abel was five when MACUSA determined he was no longer a bastard, but instead a normal full blooded wix. He was six when someone tried to prove him wrong.

“You’re so lucky, you grew up after all of that nonsense.”

He was attending a one year celebration of Rappaport’s abolishment with his parents when it happened. The party was held in a local community center, hundreds of no-maj/wixen couples celebrated together under a ceiling littered with red, white, and blue balloons. Abel was sitting square on his father’s shoulders, trying his best to grab one of the elusive things, when suddenly the doors to the center flew open, revealing a large group of masked wixes, wands raised.

Being so young, Abel doesn’t remember much, but what he can is a sharp pain hitting the center of his chest as a bright red light came hurdling towards him. Everything goes black then, until what he later finds out to be two days later, when he awakes in a hospital bed at Calderon’s Memorial Hospital in it’s Unknown Curses and Jinxes Ward.

He can recall his parents worried glances, and flurry of questions that didn’t make any sense to him at the time. “Do you remember us?” “Do you know who you are?” “Do you feel any different?” Other than a sore back, and a weird metallic taste on his tongue, he felt completely fine, if not confused just why everyone seemed so worried about him.

It was later when he discovered that that bright light rushing towards him, was in fact a curse... or jinx... or something fired from one of those masked wixes’ wands. The mediwixes tried for days to determine just what had hit him, but every test they gave him he seemed to pass.

“You’re so lucky the wand misfired.”

And for the next couple months that was the story the Monteros, and every other family at that celebration accepted. Whatever the assailants had fired upon them simply didn’t work. But then rumors started swirling, some of the halfbloods who were hit were having trouble with their magic. They hadn’t lost it, but it was suddenly unstable, wickedly volatile with strange outbursts of energy.

Eventually, after several rounds of blood tests on all affected victims it was determined that a blood curse had been inflicted. Given the nature of the wixes involved, the best theory was that the blood curse was intended to remove magic from those halfbloods, who by some extremists, didn’t think should have magic in the first place.The Monteros held their breath, and watched as Abel grew older, waiting to see what form their son’s magic would take.

Months would become years, and as time wore on Abel’s magic still didn’t reveal itself. Soon it was feared the worst, that due to Abel’s young age at the time of the attack, the blood curse had worked on him. They were wrong though.

Two months after his tenth birthday, just around the time he should be receiving his letter for Ilvermorny. Abel was at a local park with some friends, playing gobstones for chocolate frog cards, when suddenly a group of neighborhood punks moved in on the younger children. The exchange wasn’t much out of the norm from a standard school yard. The older wixes teased and harassed the smaller ones, making fun of everything from their “stupid little kid game” to their awkwardly long limbs and bent teeth.

Abel, having always been a reserved and shy child, had done what he usually did, and ignored them. That was until the taunts grew more personal, hitting a nerve that’d been struck several times, but for some reason especially stung that day. The moment the older children brought up his mother, calling her a “no-maj lover” and other words intended to mar her virtue, Abel stood up. Balled fists shaking, he screamed at the older children, louder than he ever had in his life, “JUST GO AWAY.”

He’d screwed his eyes shut when he did it, and when he opened them again, the gang of bullies were easily twenty yards away, crying out in pain, and laid out on their backs. Looking behind him, he saw his friends in a similar state, looking at him in confusion between sharp yells.

“You’re so lucky you found your magic.”

His magic, if he even could call it that, because it certainly didn’t feel like his, had indeed presented itself, but in a manner much more wild than any others his age. It seemed that while the masked wixes’ bloodcurse hadn’t completely worked as intended, it had indeed affected his magic. As with those others who were affected, Abel had held on to his magic, but it was a wild and reclusive thing, difficult to tame, and even more difficult to muster.

Despite the complexity of his magic, he did indeed have it, and so Ilvermorny would be next on his path. It would be there when he would fully come to understand the complex nature of his abilities. While his peers came to quickly master simple spells, such as levitating stones, or transforming mice into coffee mugs, Abel struggled immensely. What took very little energy output from most students, took a great deal of it for him. So much so that he quite literally burned through a wand in just his first year, the immense energy he had to channel through it exhausting the core to the point it burned through the wand’s wood, leaving only charred pieces behind.

It was in this first year when Abel learned that what came easy to most was going to be much more difficult for him, and no amount of practice or repetition would change that. And so instead of pushing himself to be something he wasn’t, he did his best to perfect what he had. He began to learn both his and his wand’s limits, reserving his magic only when it was deemed absolutely necessary, and preparing himself for the kickback he’d in turn experience.

He had to study and train harder than most students, to receive grades that were deemed minimally passing, and he had learned to accept that. There were some subjects of course which he excelled greatly in. Defense the Dark Arts didn’t involve much wand work, mostly studying and understanding the dark arts and the many curses that came with it. Curses- that was his passion. Being a victim of a blood curse, he desired to learn everything he could about them, from how they were made to how they were passed on. He knew his curse would be one that he’d bear for the rest of his life, but he still yearned to learn more about the thing that pumped through his veins.

Wards became another great interest of his. Wards, both in creating them, and breaking them, didn’t take an immense amount of magic at once, more so small amounts over an extended period of time. A perfect match for his magical ability. And so he consumed all he could about them, yearning to have at least one thing he could do just as well, if not better than others his age.

By the time graduation came and went, he was still viewed as a slightly below average student in terms of his marks, but he’d grown to master his unique abilities, even if it meant he had to buy a new wand every few years.

“You’re so lucky you made it through.”

After graduation, the potential career paths that lay before him were minimal given his low marks, and largely required little to no magic. Becoming a shopkeeper or a janitor, certainly would have been easy options, all leading him into a life with little difficulty. But that wasn’t what he wanted for himself. He’d spent the majority of his life quietly accepting the fate his curse had given him, but he didn’t want to waste his life away because of it. No, he wanted to make something for himself, leave some kind of impact behind more than the kid with the curse.

He took the Auror Academy Entrance Exams three times before he finally made it above the passing threshold.

The Auror Academy was in many ways just as challenging as Ilvermorny. The classes, which were tough to begin with, were even tougher for him. And once again he found himself burning through wands like they had done something to offend him. But just as he did in Ilvermorny, he learned how to navigate in the world that wasn’t exactly designed for someone like him.

After he broke a fellow student’s hand with a simple expeliarmus in his first month, he learned that dueling for him didn’t mean firing spells until the other person yielded, but rather to quickly disarm them then subdue them physically. His magic was not a tool like it was for so many others, but simply a hurdle to get around, before he could properly address an issue. Once he accepted this, his marks swiftly began to change for the better. Suddenly he was no longer at the bottom of the pile, but much more closer to the middle, a win in his book.

When this graduation came, it did not bare with it a haze of uncertainty, but a future that suddenly seemed attainable. He was hired in his home state of Florida’s Auror Division, working out of their Miami offices. There he would continue to do well using his particular style of work. Five years later he would gain enough recognition for his efforts, and he would be asked to join the Central Auror Squad.

“You’re so lucky for where you’ve gotten, despite it all.”

Abel does not believe he’s lucky. Luck did not get him to where he is now. It did not nurse the blisters he used to get on his hands from his wand that always burned a little too hot, or tutor him through hours of simple spell textbooks. What success he’s found he credits his parents, for not pushing him into doing what was easy. He credits those teachers he’s had that helped him work through the disability his curse proved to be. And lastly he credits himself, for not accepting the fate luck seemed to have afforded him.

#written by shannon #abel montero #aurorx

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trinkets-and-spirits · 6 years

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Get to Know Me! (Tag Game) 🎲

O o f. Considering the fact that I never get tagged in stuff, I’m hella all about @meek-minded-masochist tagging me in a get to know me. I feel honoured.

RULES: Answer seventeen questions and then tag twenty one blogs you’d like to know better!

1) Nickname? Free, by online friends made on fanfiction.net ; Eph, as a reference to the previously mentioned, tho spelt differently to match the spelling of my first name ; and Marie...’cause it’s my middle name lmao. 😊

2) Star-Sign? Taurus~ ♉

3) Height? 5′5″ (Altho I just got these k i c k a s s platforms, which rock me up to above 5′8″ — so you can BET that I’m hella happy about top shelves, lmaoo.)

4) Last Film I Saw? Uh...Barbie as the Island Princess. 😂😂 I’m reliving my childhood memories at the moment, rip. Usually I don’t really watch movies tho; so I’ve been watching mostly Riverdale, re-watching RWBY bc I need my fix, and I’m currently plotting out the best time to watch the newest episode of The Walking Dead. I don’t wanna be disturbed, when I’m screaming over JDM. 😉

5) Favourite Musician? Hm. I’m pretty much a fan of anyone who sounds good, w/ a kickin’ beat & all of that—but my current top three? NF, Billie Eilish, Hozier. Oh! I’m also a huge Dropkick Murphy’s fan, but I haven’t listened to them much lately. I love them to shreds tho. ALSO!! Daughter & Caravan Palace, bc…yes.

6) Song Stuck in my Head? This Life is Mine by Casey Lee Williams, and every possible version of Country Roads. My head is...i n t e r e s t i n g.

7) Do I get Asks? Nah. Nobody interacts w/ my blog unless I’m offering free tarot readings, tho I used to get one or two asks from beginner witches. ��Not any more tho. Not that I’m complaining. I hate answering ‘does X love me??’ & having people flood my ask box w/ ‘so J hates me, but im gonna use a love potion on them to force them into having romantic feelings. thoughts?’ Like. Eck.

8) Other Blogs? Not right now!! But I’m planning on making a RWBY RP Neo blog this week, so I’ll likely post a promo or two, but we’ll see. 🍦

9) Blogs Following? Followers: 222 ; Following: 414.

10) What am I Wearing? Grey doggo themed pyjama pants, black inspirational-esque tank top about the sun; moon; and adventure, and a grey hoodie bc I’m fuckin’ freezing. I’m also wearing blue fluffy bed socks, bc splash of colour.

11) Dream Job? I’d love to be a published author, but I’d settle for being a commentary YouTuber, or even a free-lance photographer. Options are open.

12) Dream Trip? I’d love to travel through Scandinavia; Asia; and Europe. Anywhere with beautiful scenery, fascinating culture & history, m y t h o l o g y.

13) Play Any Instruments? I used to play the clarinet, as well as the flute, but I fell outta practise. I’d love to get back into the flute, bc it’s literally so pretty. ❤

14) Languages? English & BSL. I studied Japanese, but I...forgot most of it, rip. I also grew up in a majorly Welsh-speaking family & neighbourhood, so I know a lot about my mother language, but the ability to speak it is...another horror story. I’d also be hella down to learn German & French, tho!! Such pretty languages!!

15) Favourite Food? …Stir Fry. 😍😋 I’m also a sucker for anything sweet; sugar is my aesthetic, to say the least. But I’m slowly balancing my diet out, lol.

16) Favourite Songs? O H J E S U S. I have way too many, so I’ll just list my top 4 favourite songs from the previously mentioned artists, bc…anything else is just downright cruel. Whoever made this tag is clearly working for the devil.

NF:

WHY Mansion Outcast and Green Lights.

Billie Eilish:

Lovely Bellyache You Should See me in a Crown and Copycat. (I honestly love all of Billie’s songs, tho. She’s so fuckin perfect.)

Hozier:

Work Song Cherry Wine From Eden and Arsonist’s Lullaby.

Dropkick Murphy’s:

Johnny I Hardly Knew Ya’ Rose Tattoo Dirty Glass and Going Out in Style.

(These boys are literally what got me through my depression when I was a wee kiddo who didn’t even know what depression was. I love them so much.)

Daughter:

Youth Flaws Burn It Down and Medicine.

(Life is Strange: Before the Storm was the best fucking game, and I’m so happy they used Daughter’s music so heavily!! It fits the game so well!!)

Caravan Palace: Black Betty Lone Digger Rock It For Me and Wonderland.

17) Random Fact? My niece & I snorted sherbet once as kiddos, bc we were dumbass kids who had this image of drugs being cool, thanks to TV shows & other influences. We cut the lemon sherbet into lines, and did it at the same time, and it hurt like n o t h i n g e l s e. Both of us were sobbing; it was a horrid gritty sensation; and both of us temporarily lost the ability to smell bc of that shit. My mother came rushing in; and I blamed it on my niece, and got away with it... Yeah. Don’t do sherbet or drugs, kids, it’s fucking painful.

Tagging: @deltanoid @smolpocketmonstercoffee @lunastreia @theheartofatrickster @lulloph @teaberrymagic …and those are the only blogs that come immediately to my mind. 😅😅 Sorry if anyone doesn’t like being tagged in stuff, but I always feel obligated when prompted, rip.

#personal #long post #get to know me #random facts #not witchy #txt

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ikesenlemonadestandstories · 6 years

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Blue Skies

Alright everyone, I am happy to announce that I finally had a free Saturday. Like zero things planned. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch. So I have used it to write out the final part of Retrograde spell. It’s a bit of a doozy, quite long but that’s alright. (I think) I’ll put an Epilogue out there soon hopefully :) who knows. Maybe I’ll start it tonight *wiggles eyebrows aggressively*

I took quite a bit on inspiration from watching one of my brother’s stage fights (he’s certified in stage combat) with a friend. They were very kind in allowing me to watch the scene as a reference for my work.

As per usual with this piece there are some warnings. I’ll put them down below.

Gonna go and tag @little-mini-me-world per their request.

WARNING: Gore -Graphic Content in the form of Violence-, Serious bodily harm. -Please read at your own risk with your own mental state in mind!-

You can find all of the other parts of this story by searching the tag ‘Retrograde Spell’ or by jumping over to my master list. Just a friendly reminder, I’m doing a follower give-a-way at the moment. Check out the details on this post here!

Happy reading!

Blue Skies - p10

[Yukimura]

I wasn’t sure I liked the constant chatter, but I had to admit the immediate updates on position changes was convenient. It explained why Kanna was always able to make tactical changes on such short notice. Sure Shingen was crafty, but even he didn’t quite come close to her rapid decision-making skills.

Across the field, I could see the bursts of smoke as (YN) got closer to the group. We got the all-call, and I knew (YN)’s soldiers had engaged the rear guard as Yui tried to secure the QA’s retreat, but I didn’t expect to see the gap close that quickly. A low rumble rolled over the field and enemies went flying bursting into smoke mid-air.

“Mari, what kind of prosthetic did you give her?” Kanna screamed over the system.

“A good one.” there was a pause before Shingen burst into laughter, bringing his long sword down into another enemy.

“The look on your face just now was priceless, Princess.”

Shingen’s comment earned him a glare, not just from Kanna but myself. Why does he insist on calling her princess?

A whistle sounded off in the direction of Kanna’s Aunt. All at once each QA soldier stopped and ran off setting a course of their commander.

“Stop any of them you can! Do not let them escape!” Kanna yelled at everyone.

We took out as many of the enemies we could as they made their way back to the middle of the field, but there were too many to stop their retreat completely. Running in the direction the QA had taken off in we met up with the third and fourth regiments as well as Nobunaga and his men.

“I wonder what could have caused a large-scale retreat like that?” Masamune paused asking nobody in particular.

I caught the action the same time as Kanna and Mitsunari. (YN)’s unit had cut a path through the enemy line and was now standing in the middle of the field squared off with their aunt. That couldn’t be good.

“Do not engage her by yourself. I’m on my way.” looking as panicked as she sounded Kanna pleaded with her sister. Making a break for the middle of the field only to be blocked out by a transparent barrier shimmering in the places streaks of sunlight were cutting through the clouds.

She shook her head and answered “Kanna I wish I could, but that’s a request that just isn’t possible for me to accept. I have several debts I need to pay to that woman.”

One of her generals, who’s name I believed to be Yoshiyuki approached. Pressing her right hand to the bead on her necklace her armor evaporated leaving her in what I assumed were training clothes. They looked like the one’s Kanna wore when we sparred. (YN) was in a tight black one-piece romper with a deep U-back, perfectly exposing the intricate tattoos that mirrored Kanna’s. The front came up in a halter fashion with a very high collar, sitting just below the necklace I had only seen leave the twins’ necks once. Without the armor to blend into, her left arm stood out. Black and plated, pulsing orange valleys everywhere a joint should have been. Standing directly to the side of her Yoshiyuki looked to be tinkering with it.

(YN) shrugged, as Kanna and Mitsunari sucked in a sharp breath. It wasn’t until her general walked away from her that I understood why.

[YN]

The goal was to protect history, and incidentally your friends. Rushing into the fray with the first and second units close behind we managed to make quick work of Yui’s rear guard. The twelve of us surged further, disrupting their battle line inciting chaos. The prosthetic you wore granting you more power than you were used to, swaths of enemies were sent flying high as you swung your familiar uchigatana at them. As attention turned away from the warlords, Kanna, and Yuuto you broke down further into pairs.

Yoshiyuki fought beside you, revolver and sword both drawn taking out QA soldiers left and right. As a group, you were able to whittle down the numbers just enough to get close to your Aunt. It had been five years since you had seen her but for her and everyone else stuck here it had only been a moment. The sight of her, unchanged, face bleeding from the strike you made to her person, with a deranged smile spreading across her face nearly sent you into a rage as she deactivated her armor. Old wounds re-opened only half healed. As you grappled with your emotions, a voice came over the system centering you.

“Do not engage her by yourself. I’m on my way.” Kanna’s voice sounded strangled like she had pushed the noise out. You felt terrible upsetting her, but this was something you had to do for yourself. You placed your uchigatana back in its sheath and stood straight, squaring your shoulders with your Aunt.

Putting up a barrier so nobody would be able to interfere you powered down your armor as Yoshiyuki helped unclip your prosthetic.

“Kanna I wish I could, but that’s a request that just isn’t possible for me to accept. I have several debts I need to pay to that woman.”

You shrugged the arm off leaving the connecting piece and the scars around it visible as you drew your double-edge katana.

“Well, what do we have here.” The field cleared between the two of you, QA soldiers and your forces forming a perimeter. “I’m impressed you were able to come after me so quickly, it’s no matter though, I’ll just take your other arm and be on my way.”

“Confident as ever I see, but I guess you should be able to say whatever you have to say to make yourself feel better.” your fought the urge to clench your fist around the hilt. It wouldn’t do you any good to allow her even a single victory. So you smiled instead.

“Here is to a fair fight my little niece.” another attempt to taunt you. You knew she would try to trick you by deactivating her armor. That’s what the large scale update had been for. You had shut down the systems that were connected to your deceased relatives and her. She couldn’t re-equip even if she wanted to. It would be a fair fight, and more importantly. It would be a fight you would win.

[Mitsunari]

I was in the exact place I didn’t want to be. Stuck outside (YN)’s barrier watching as she and her aunt ran directly for each other.

As their swords clashed Yui struck first, spinning her wrist around dodging (YN)’s blade swinging it around towards her chest, which (YN) blocked quickly with her own blade braced against her. Backing rapidly away (YN) righted herself just in time to prevent another blow from Yui’s sword. Bending backward she pushed off the ground flipping away from her aunt as Yui’s blade slashed through the space she had just occupied.

(YN) continued parring blow after blow until she was able to throw her aunt of balance and go back on the offensive. Grabbing hold of (YN) only arm, Yui made calculated thrusts with her sword that (YN) quickly and expertly dodged until she was able to twist out of her grip and kick her aggressor away. With her aunt off balance (YN) used the opportunity to swing only to be blocked again.

Ieyasu clicked his tongue at that. Clearly as agitated as I was with this situation.

Spinning Yui produced her other blade. I had forgotten that as the previous crow she was equipped with multiple armaments. This was no longer what I perceived as a fair fight, but I would hold my breath and trust (YN) knew what she was doing. They battled back and forth until Yui caught (YN)’s sword between both of her blades. Crossing the two she used her momentum to spin her and toss (YN) to the ground. Laying on her stomach in the grass she quickly rolled to her feet in time to block Yui’s next strike.

Masamune whooped at the small victory.

Not realizing how far back she had been pushed; I watched as (YN) took off in a run for the barrier wall. Using it to her advantage, she scaled it briefly before pushing off and landing a kick on her aunts left arm. They separated and (YN) fixed her stance to accommodate her aunt who had re-equipped from the two swords to a spear.

“What!” Hideyoshi yelled next to me. “How is that even considered fair!”

Only three away from me Kanna spoke up. “Technically the Talon’s are trained against us, so this isn't anything new. The Crows’ are strategists and weapons specialists. It may not look like it, but this is a very fair fight that (YN) is winning.”

Spear in hand Yui advanced again as she quickly and effectively blocked. Moments and seventeen parried blows later (YN) sliced through the wooden handle of Yui’s spear cutting it nearly in half. Then once again taking the blade off the top in her next advance. How much force did one need to sever it so thoroughly? Frustrated Yui tossed the worthless pieces to the ground pulling out two curved swords.

The action earning a chuckle from Mitsuhide.

They continued their battle as (YN) blocked blow after blow. Eventually bringing her sword down over her Aunts head who blocked it by linking the curved edges together. Pushing (YN) back she left them hooked swinging them together, using it as a long sharp projectile of sorts. As (YN) rolled on the ground below to avoid the full swing Yui pulled the blades apart and advanced as she jumped back to her feet.

Block. Back bend. Block. Back bend. The pattern continued as (YN) continued to avoid the onslaught of attacks her aunt had to offer. All until she swung around, sharp steel of her blade cutting through the metal of her aunt's swords. Using what little was left of the weapon Yui tossed them at (YN) who jumped backward bending low. As the severed blades embedded into the wall of the barrier (YN) pushed back up and stood to wait for Yui to draw her next weapon.

Turning quickly Yui grabbed the weapon off of one of the QA soldiers. Nobunaga made an amused noise next to me as she charged at (YN) carrying the comically large spear. Was that a spear? No. She held the bludgeon as she ran moving to swing. (YN) stopped abruptly and advanced towards her aunt. Needing to re-calibrate the distance Yui paused mid-swing, the weight of the weapon pulled her backward. She struggled with it for a moment as (YN) broke smirking sword extended towards her aunt.

“Oh, gods why would anyone that size try to fight with a weapon that big?” Yukimura questioned as a small laugh escaped.

“She must be growing desperate,” Shingen responded a more serious expression pulled across his features. “You sister is doing an outstanding job at frazzling her. One arm or no. She is an impressive fighter.”

Pride swelled deep in my chest bringing a smile to my face as I watched the rest of the battle. You could win this. You would win this. That I was sure of.

[YN]

You had been pushing your aunt through as many weapon changes as you could. Taking your time and using the surrounding barrier to your advantage. Every so often you were clued into the laughs, and soft praise offered to you by the onlookers just beyond the boundary. Trying to block it out to keep your concentration.

Yui had just tried and failed to use a long-handled mace, not taking into account her size and the speed at which you were moving. Fighting a laugh as you waited for her to draw her next weapon you made your stance again, blade facing her. She turned and ran towards the throng of QA soldiers stationed behind her line, grabbing a smaller metal bar offered by one of them. You had chased after her, but the momentum of her swing brought you to a stop quickly. Taking two more blows effectively before the force sent you to the ground for the second time this fight.

She brought the heavy rod down as you rolled away, hitting the earth where you had been laying with a wet thud. This happened four more times before you were able to get back on your feet and run along the perimeter of the barrier. You were able to put some distance between the two of you as you both re-centered yourself. The nicks in the metal rod she was holding not going unnoticed by either of you. She advanced again, and you blocked feeling the shock of the blow ring through your entire arm. Taking the momentum, you twisted the tip of your sword around the bludgeon, taking it and slamming it into the ground next to you. It left an impressive crater, but you couldn’t dwell on that seeing as she had prepared to swing again.

Blocking the blow smoothly you went on the offensive spinning in circles bringing your blade down against her blocks in rapid succession until you felt the metal give. With one final strike, you pushed your sword through splitting yet another weapon.

Both of you stopped again, squaring up to each other. “You have grown much stronger, I’ll give you that. How long have you been preparing your revenge? How long did you struggle against my victory over you?” your Aunt laughed madness taking hold.

“Five years, though I can assure you. I’m not here for revenge. I am here to protect what is important to me. History, my family, and my friends.” you laid your convictions out, and her smile deepened, the distortion in her mental state evident.

“How utterly childish. History is fluid, there is no true history. We can do with it what we please! The notion of family and friends in that place is a joke. Nobody there cares, if they did I would have been allowed to love whom I wanted, not sit and watch him die over and over as history deemed fit!”

“That is where I have to disagree.” You gestured to the group who had gathered just outside of the barrier. Everyone watching and listening. You noticed your sister had her hands locked together, while Yukimura rested a comforting one on her back. Shingen and Kenshin stood casually to the side watching Kanna clearly invested in her emotional state. The warlords you had grown to care about stood right up against the barrier, Mitsunari the only one physically touching it. As if doing so would eventually grant him entry, while the others bickered with Mari and your brother about getting in. “It is because of everyone here that I am able to fight the way that I do. Shall we.”

You could feel the fire in your soul reach your eyes, you didn’t know she had been hurting and what exactly had pushed Yui to this, but it couldn’t have been easy. None of that excused her actions though, you needed to take her down, but that didn’t mean you were entirely keen on the idea.

She drew what you knew to be her final sword and took a fighting stance in front of you as you did the same. You waited for her to come to you, mostly blocking her wild swings. Emotionally driven, her thrusts were erratic and easy to prevent but you kept your guard up. She came at you again, and you ran for the barrier flipping off of it for the second time. It gave under your feet allowing you to twist in the air and land facing Yui as she turned to swing at you and continue her offensive.

Working your way back to the middle of the field you planted yourself and upped your attacks. Spinning around your Aunt in an attempt to cause confusion. She grabbed your wrist again and thrust, but this time you broke away much quicker. The speed of both your swords increasing until they couldn’t be seen, only heard.

The loud hollow clang ringing off the wall of the barrier deepening the eerie atmosphere that had crept in. She took a massive swing as your arm was down to which you brought your blade up, the double edge proving its usefulness. Cutting through her last blade. The useless blunt side of her weapon pressed against your neck as your very lethal sword was poised against hers. There was panic for but a second in Yui’s eyes.

Twisting your sword down quickly you spun up into a kick, foot connecting with her head. She crumpled to the ground unconscious, and the enemies in the barrier began an advance to defend their fallen commander. Utterly malleable with the new update, you pulled the walls of the barrier in closing your aunt in with just yourself. Once she was secured you elongated it and handed her off to your brother who had walked over to retrieve her.

Yoshiyuki helped re-equip your left arm as you adorned your armor and turned towards the full force amassed in front of you. Their faces bright, everyone looked ready for the fight, and you smiled despite it all.

“Shall we wrap this up?” you asked nobody in particular as your sister and Mitsunari joined you in the middle of the field. It was then that you noticed that the clouds had broken up letting the sun shine down once more. The blue sky no longer hindered.

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen #ikésen #ikémen sengoku #ikesen yukimura #ikesen mitsunari #ikesen self insert #cybird #short story #my story #fight scene #sword fight #retrograde spell #final installment before the epilogue #trigger warnings

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reaction post typed while watching SPN 13x21 “Beat the Devil”

okay, whoa. dick jokes and also HEART-DESTROYING PLOT TWIST, what a combination

02:30pm

i’m sure it’s 100% intentional but when i hear the title of this episode i just think of “beat the devil’s tattoo” by black rebel motorcycle club

things i want from this episode:

team free will doing things TOGETHER

no women to die

also i have an inner ear infection so if i pause for a long time it’s because looking at things makes me dizzy and seasick (yay)

02:46pm

okay here goes!!!

02:48

CAS NO DON’T COMMENT ON PEOPLE’S FOOD

but also wow cute??? his affectionate smile when he looks at dean??

04:49

mary: “john and me used to call him our little piglet”

OUR LITTLE PIGLET

;A;

also WOW TALK ABOUT FOOD SHAMING

THIS IS CUTE BUT ALSO NOT AT ALL

02:50

AND THEN DEAN BECKONS TO THE PIZZA WHILE CAS AND JACK ARE THERE

and cas obliges

THIS IS SO FREAKING PRECIOUS

02:52

now mary’s talking to sam and this is probably a dream either sam or mary is having, which makes my worry that they don’t get rescued

oh no

02:54

gabe wants to extract grace “~in private~“

cas: “so i left him alone in dean’s room”

dean: “whAT. noawww.”

i’m just.............this is so cute??

*u*

but also my brain is like “extracting grace = masturbation... cas sees dean’s room as the masturbatorium” (!!!)

but also extracting grace is not like masturbation but ALSO I’M PRETTY SURE BERENS WAS INSINUATING THAT IT IS

which basically means asmodeus was raping gabe? and metatron raped cas??

which i guess makes sense as a sex/grace parallel since removing it without consent is obviously a big no-no even if you never compared the two

wow this cuteness went downhill fast

03:00

BUT ALSO WHY DOES SAM SMILE THE SOFT QUIET SMILE WHEN DEAN SAYS “naoww”

that seemed like a “cas usually does everything in dean’s room” kinda smile

or an “eyyyy not my room” kinda smile

THERE’S SO MUCH IN THEIR FACES AND THE EDITING IN THIS FIVE-SECOND SEGMENT

I NEED SOMEONE TO DO A SHOT-BY-SHOT ANALYSIS OF THEIR EXPRESSIONS AND EXPLAIN WHAT IT ALL MEANS

SAM’S ALARMED FACE ABOUT THE “IN PRIVATE”.

CAS’ CONFUSED SQUINTING WHEN DEAN OBJECTS TO GABRIEL BEING IN HIS ROOM.

oh shit?? like maybe cas is confused because “i am an angel, i am allowed to do private things in dean’s room. gabriel is an angel, therefore dean’s room is the place to do private things. wait--! *confusion* why does dean say “naoowww” like he objects? is gabriel different?”

and the bit cas doesn’t get (YET) is that CAS IS DIFFERENT TO GABRIEL BECAUSE DEAN LOVES CAS AND WANTS HIM TO DO PRIVATE THINGS WITH HIM IN HIS ROOM

#nailed it !!!!!!!

seriously this is such a small moment but??? SO MUCH SUBTEXTUAL INFORMATION