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Emma: I apologize for saying 'fuck' in front of Henry.
Regina: You just said it again.
Emma: I am not a role model.
#swan mills family#mills x swan#emma x regina#regina x emma#swan queen#swanqueen#jennifer morrison#lana parrilla#jared gilmore#storybrooke#the enchanted forest#ouat emma swan#emma swan#emma ouat#ouat emma#henry mills ouat#henry mills#the author#the savior#regina mills#ouat regina#regina the evil queen#the evil queen#incorrect quotes#ouat#once upon a time#ouat humor#ouat incorrect quotes#incorrect ouat quotes#ouat fandom
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Here I am in 2024 new to the Swan Queen fandom⊠reading dozen of fanfictions a day like thereâs no tomorrow⊠commenting each chapter but seeing the last person who commented did it 2 sometimes 4 years ago!! đ«Ł Iâm forever going to regret I missed this incredible era⊠Iâm comforted to see thereâs still a lot of people shipping it though.
#swan queen#swen#ouat#iâm high on SQ fanfictions#may the feels never stop#thank you to all authors from the bottom of my heart
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ONCE UPON A TIMEÂ âą 6x16 | MOTHERâS LITTLE HELPER
#once upon a time#ouatedit#onceuponatimeedit#ouatgifs#regina mills#the author#Isaac Heller#henry mills#6x16#ouat 6x16#mygifsets#mygifs#myedits
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Itâs a shame, I mean...writing a happy ending for the Evil Queen. Well, you...youâve always been a favorite of mine. Very clear goals plus totally damaged personality with a self-destructive streak? A recipe for compelling.
#ouatedit#onceuponatimeedit#reginamillsedit#once upon a time#ouat#regina mills#the author#isaac#s4#4x21 mother#character: isaac#character: regina mills#event: rewatch 22
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How do y'all overcome writer's block???
I have been trying to write my stories but keep switching from story to story and not fully having any inspiration to write good quality chapters for any of them.
So, with that being said, I might be taking a break from writing and will just be reading others' works until December.
In the meantime if any of you have anything you would want to see on your favorite story/stories, I am begging you please overflow my ask box with ideas ( đ that could make some updates come sooner ) anyways thanks đ
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Wool of bat and tongue of dog
Thanks to @jrob64 for the banner! It's perfect.
Here's the first part of my @cssns contribution. It was supposed to be a one-shot, but thanks to me being a terminal procrastinator combined with a very busy two weeks at work, my brain can't word very well at the moment.
Part One
The door to the Storybrooke Bat Rehabilitation Center was unlocked.
Emma immediately went on the alert. Mary Margaret had left over an hour ago, and sheâd never have forgotten to lock the door behind her. After Walsh and the events of the previous month, Emma had taken to bringing her gun with her. She could see Mary Maragaretâs frown whenever she spotted it, but Emma refused to be alone without it.Â
Not when she was a potential target for the supernatural.
And now, it looked like her fears were well-founded, because there was something inside the building that definitely wasnât a bat. Emma had inched the door open, holding her breath so she could listen. She could hear something moving in the lobby, by the reception desk.
A deep, resonating growl that made a primal part of Emma want to scream and flee. Her grip tightened on the gun, and she started to raise it.
Then an annoyed chittering followed, which was interrupted by a yip of indignation. Supernatural, all right, but familiar.
Emma holstered the pistol and stepped inside.
A massive wolf was crouched next to the desk, eyes locked on the large fruit bat perched on the edge. The bat raised his head and made delighted squeaks, and the wolf offered a wag of the tail before turning her snarling muzzle back to the bat.
âNo supernatural turf wars before Iâve had my coffee,â Emma grumbled. She picked Killian up and plopped him down atop the startled Rubyâs back, then headed towards the breakroom. Ruby padded along after, Killian clinging to her shoulders for dear life.
They both waited patiently as Emma brewed a pot of coffee. While she waited, she grabbed the fruit bowl from the fridge and offered it to Killian, who daintily grabbed a slice of banana and half a strawberry. Rubyâs tongue flicked out, snatching two melon cubes and getting saliva all over the fruit, making Killian shriek in indignation. Emma sighed. âCan we use human words now, please?â
The fruit bat clumsily pulled himself to Rubyâs side, then released his grip on her fur. If heâd been a normal crippled bat, Emma would have dove to rescue him. But the bat never hit the ground; instead, a leather-clad man crouched next to the massive wolf.
Ruby licked his face, smearing melon and saliva on his cheek. Killian sputtered, and she trotted off, making a noise that sounded suspiciously like laughter.
âHowâd you piss her off this time?â Emma asked as she added cream and sugar to her coffee.
âWhat makes you think Iâm responsible, Swan?â Killian pouted as he straightened. His hook gleamed in the fluorescent light.
âYou turned into something small, helpless, and cute to argue with her,â Emma pointed out.Â
âWhich wasnât enough to prevent me from being angry with you,â Ruby said as she re-entered the break room on two legs.
Now that Emma was in on her secret, Ruby had taken to leaving spare clothes at the Belfry in case of unexpected transformations. She returned shortly in human form, wearing a red T-shirt and black leggings. Her feet were bare, toes caked with dirt from her run. She made a beeline for the coffee pot.
âYouâre late tonight,â Ruby commented. âDid something happen?â
âI spent all day at the Town Hall.â Emma couldnât hold back her groan. âYou wouldnât think it would be so difficult to select an interim mayor. They just need someone to hold the position until an election can be held.â
The mayor had been found dead of a heart attack in his office two days previous, throwing the city council into an uproar. It was a headache that Emma really didnât need. Especially since there was one member of the council famous for disagreeing with everything, and heâd loudly shot down every candidate. Several of the city council members were friends of his, and tended to follow his lead, which led to deadlocked votes. âHeâs going to drive me insane,â Emma sighed.
âLeroy?â Ruby hazarded.
âYep. Had an argument for everything. By the time the meeting was called, the council still hadnât chosen anyone, and I almost went to the Rabbit Hole instead of coming here.â
âSounds worse than vampire politics,â Killian snorted. âThough I imagine thereâs less blood.â
âYouâd be surprised,â Emma slumped into a chair, her exhaustion finally getting to her. âSo what were you two fighting about?âÂ
Killian and Ruby exchanged glances. âA deer,â they said in unison.Â
Emma rubbed the bridge of her nose, already sorry she asked. This was going to add to her headache. âAnd why was this particular deer so important? Weâre surrounded by woods, there are hundreds of them around.
âI was hunting it, of course. A vampire canât live on strawberries alone. And deerâs blood can sustain me for more than a week.â
âYou didnât have to choose my prey!â Rubyâs voice had developed a snarl not unlike her wolfâs vocalizations. âIâd been stalking that deer for more than an hour!â
âIt was the only deer Iâd scented for miles,â Killian defended. âAnd unlike you, I need live prey.â
Emma tensed, suddenly reminded that she was dealing with two supernatural predators. She reminded herself sheâd seen Killian in bat form with his face buried up to his eyes in fruit, and that sheâd once half-carried a drunken Ruby home. They were predators, but they had softer sides. Hell, sheâd known Ruby since high school.
Ruby scowled and turned the other chair backwards, so she could sit on it with her chin resting on the headrest. She continued to glare at Killian.
âThis isnât your usual night for hunting.â Killian usually chose the nights where no one stayed overnight to go out.
âTrue; but that storm thatâs brewing is going to hang around for a few days. I donât fancy hunting in the rain.â
âSame reason I was out,â Ruby nodded. âI needed to get a good run in before being cooped up the next few nights. And deer are one of my favorite meals.â
Emma abruptly burst out laughing. At Killian and Rubyâs matching looks of bewilderment, she explained, âSorry, I just thought about how it must look, seeing Killian stalk a deer when heâs dressed like a pirate.â
âHe hunts as a wolf,â Ruby growled. âWhich makes him a trespasser on my territory.â
âYou can turn into a wolf?!â Emma asked incredulously, then wondered why she was so shocked. Sheâd been dealing with the existence of the supernatural for nearly a month now; she should be used to this, right?
âAye,â Killian said, âvampires can become any creature of the night. Though weâre far more impressive than weres.âÂ
Emma wondered what was considered a âcreature of the nightâ, especially since she knew wolves were frequently active during the day. Could he become an opossum? A raccoon? Maybe a cricket?
Vampire crickets, now there was a thought.
Ruby rolled her eyes. âVampiric wolves look like how wolves were traditionally depicted: all snaggly teeth and glowing eyes. Werewolves, on the other hand, are perfect specimens of wolf: lithe and muscular, swift as the wind.â
âSo⊠youâre like the goths and jocks of the wolf community?â Emma took a sip of her coffee to hide her amusement as she watched Ruby sputter indignantly. Killian simply smirked, flashing that chipped fang.
âPerhaps we should continue our tale, lass, before we end up at each otherâs throats, aye?â Killian said softly, and Ruby calmed.
âYeah.â Ruby shook her head as though to dispel the last vestiges of wolf.Â
The change in tone put Emma on immediate alert. âWhat happened out there?â
âSomething spooked the deer badly enough that it turned around and fled past us,â Killian said.Â
Oh. That didnât sound good. Emma set her coffee aside, suddenly too nauseous to finish it. âDid you investigate?â
âYeah,â Ruby said. âWe followed the deerâs path, and soon we could smell what had frightened it. It wasâŠwrong. It made my hackles rise, and I was growling without even knowing at what. Killian and I crept forward, and thatâs when we found it.â
âAn altar,â they said in unison.
Ah. Emma doubted they meant the kind youâd find in a church. âOh?â Her coffee was getting cold, she noted as she took a lingering sip.
âA witchâs ritual altar,â Killian clarified, staring at her intensely.Â
âA witch? Of course theyâre real, too,â Emma sighed. âHow worried about this should we be?â
âIâm not sure yet. I need a better look at the altar and the sigils around it to get an idea of what sort of ritual was performed.â
âSo youâre an expert in witches now?â Ruby arched a brow.
âNo, but I can ask people who are, and for that, I need photos. We need to get back out there immediately and photograph the site.â
Neither would have had access to their phonesâ cameras, of course. Ruby would have been a wolf, and while Killian could transform clothes along with his body, it only seemed to be the archaic black leather outfit he favored when he wasnât pretending to be human. Objects like his phone or wallet didnât survive the transformation.
âSwan, Iâd like you to come along as well; I want to see how you react to the magic.â
When Walsh had tried to compel Emma, heâd discovered that she was immune to his vampiric powers. This intrigued Killian, because it was a very rare gift not found in pure humans. He was determined to figure out just what was in her bloodline.
Emma was less enthused about this. She didnât have any interest in parents that had abandoned her as a baby. She only cared about David and his mother Ruth, who had taken her in when she was a feral street child and given her a home and love.
Plus, she really didnât want to walk around the woods after dark. There might be ticks or something.
âNow? Itâs almost midnight!â And the moon was only a crescent, meaning it would be dark as pitch outside.
âAye, but thereâs a storm rolling in. All the evidence will be washed away by morning. Likely by design,â Killian said.
Reluctantly, Emma grabbed her coat from the closet while Ruby went off to change back into a wolf. Despite the protection of a large wolf and a vampire, Emma felt a thrill of fear as they stepped away from The Belfryâs exterior lights and to the edge of the forest beyond.
Her flashlight did little to help.
âSo⊠tell me about witches,â Emma said. âJust how dangerous are they?â
âMost witches are benign,â Killian corrected, surprising her. âJust women gifted with knowledge and a bit of magic. Many of them end up in positions where they can use their gifts to help others: doctors and nurses, veterinarians, financial advisors, that sort of thing. Some are hide amongst charlatans, using real magic and divination to tell futures or speak with the dead, though those are rare. Mostly, they just live among humans, leading normal - though perhaps luckier - lives.
âTrue practitioners of the black arts are rare. Theyâre hunted by their own kind, in much the same way I take care of out of control vampires. This one⊠the scent of her magic is rotten.â
âWhat can someone with that kind of magic do?â
Killian scratched his cheek with the tip of his hook as he thought. âThey can create curses, give others ill luck, or even kill without touching their victim. We wonât know much more until my expert has had a look.â
There was silence for a while after that, as Emma tried to fit this into her already shaken worldview. Finally, she decided it was just too much for one night, and turned her thoughts to something else.
âHenry really enjoyed visiting your ship the other day. Itâs all heâs been talking about ever since.â Henryâs class had taken a day to tour the ârealâ pirate ship (which was, in fact, a very real pirate ship, captained by a very real pirate), and heâd come home asking for sailing lessons. Not possible so late into the season, but sheâd promised him that if he was still interested next year, sheâd look into it.
âHeâs a fine lad,â Killian told her. âSmart, and curious about everything. Iâd be delighted to teach him some sailing basics, ifâŠâ
If you give me a reason to stick around, Emma knew he was thinking. Because Emma knew it was more than the threat of a rogue vampire that kept Killian living as a bat in Storybrooke. And three nights ago, Killian had finally made his move to see if there could be anything between them.
âSo, Swan, are you looking forward to tomorrow night?â
Ahead, Ruby slowed, canting back one ear. Emma thought at first something had put her on alert; then she realized her friend was eavesdropping.
Right. Tomorrow. When she and Killian had dinner reservations for Bella Notte. Their first date.
Sheâd never been so nervous.
She wanted to date Killian. But her violent introduction to the world of vampires had left her cautious. Even Rubyâs reassurance that vampire society worked as Killian had described, with strict laws and enforcers that carried out ruthless punishments for lawbreakers, sheâd still been wary.
Walsh had been terrifying, but heâd been newly-turned. Weak. Killian was centuries old and powerful.
He also squeaked at her petulantly if she gave him banana slices when he wanted strawberries.
The rumbles of thunder that had begun when night fell were growing louder, and Emma was beginning to worry they wouldnât make it to the altar in time. But after forty-five minutes of what felt to Emma like random stumbling around in the dark, Ruby let out a sharp bark.
âWeâre here,â Killian said unnecessarily. Because Emma could feel the change in the air, something that made her hair stand on end.Â
âThe hell?â she asked.
âSo you do feel it,â Killian sounded as if sheâd just confirmed something for him.
How could anyone not feel that? It was a miasma that pressed against her, threatening to smother her.
She fought down the urge to claw at her skin, and forced herself to examine the altar.
If Emma had been walking through the woods alone, she never would have seen it - or at least not realized it wasnât a natural formation. She ran the flashlight beam over a tree that had been split in half, probably by a lightning strike. One half had fallen to the side, the other was still attached to the stump, but bent at a ninety degree angle to form a natural table just over knee height.
The split trunk was spotted with dark stains. A fragment of bone was caught in a furrow in wood.
âIâll hold the torch if youâll take the photos,â Killian offered. Emma handed the flashlight over, and he directed her to photograph the altar, as well as the sigils sheâd missed at first look. The were carved into the ground, or painted onto the trunks of surrounding trees with the same fluid that had stained the altar.
Killian was thorough. Emma wondered if he was like this with all investigations, because she could use someone like him in the Sheriffâs Department.
Thunder boomed, and Emma and Ruby jumped. âStormâs almost here,â Killian observed. âWeâd better leave now, before weâre caught out in it.â
They only just managed to make it back to The Belfry before the sky opened up. Emma was soaked through by the time she managed to unlock the door, and Ruby reeked of wet dog. Killian, she noted, managed to look ridiculously good even when wet.
The rain pounded away into the night, and Emma shivered. She hoped it would be enough to wash away the taint of evil in the forest.
~oOo~
The stranger stank of dark magic.
Emma had been in the back office of the sheriffâs station, taking care of paperwork, when David had called her up front.
Grateful to escape her papery hell, sheâd hurried up front - only to be brought up short by the elegant woman in the immaculate business suit who was ignoring Davidâs attempts to be friendly. Emma, however, immediately drew her interest.
Dark eyes ran up and down Emma, and perfect lips turned down into a frown, as if sheâd found Emma lacking. âCan I help you?â she asked stiffly.
âI just wanted to introduce myself. My name is Regina Mills,â the woman said haughtily. âIâm the new mayor of Storybrooke.â
~tbc~
#cssns#captain swan#emma swan#killian jones#regina mills#zelena#ouat#fandom: once upon a time#series: bats in the belfry#author: wyntereyez#vampires#werewolves#witches
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Do I have several (5+) fanfics Iâve started and need to continue?
Yes
Am I already starting another one that Iâm probably not gonna finish?
Yes.
#itâs a problem#archive of our own#ao3 writer#ao3#ao3 fanfic#ao3fic#ao3 author#ouat fanfiction#fanfiction#fanfic#writer#writer issues#cod#call of duty#cod modern warfare#percy jackson#pjo#ouat#star wars#stardew valley#undertale#PokĂ©mon#Httyd#how to train you dragon: the hidden world#how to train your dragon#ghost call of duty#ghost cod
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Emma: You know Killian, it's real weird how we constantly get interrupted in the middle of intimate moments.
Killian: Aye love, if I didn't know better I'd say someone out there was doing all they could to stop our fun.
Emma: I know, it's weird right?
Killian: Very.
Emma:
Killian:
Emma:
Killian: !
Emma: !
Emma & Killian: Henry!
#I mean imagine being the teenager with a mother in a pretty physical relationship#but also you're entire job is writing down things that happen as they happen#just saying I wouldn't be surprised if he would suddenly start editing the story with stuff like#Then suddenly disaster struck causing the two to snap out of it!#its like walking in on your parents but also its your job to notate (for posterity) that your parents are currently having sex#the unrealized toll of being an author#support therapy for your local author#once upon a time#ouat#emma swan#killian jones#captain hook#captain swan#henry mills#incorrect ouat quotes#incorrect quotes
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The Shape Of Home (Somewhere Soft To Land)
Check out Chapter 1 of my new SwanQueen story heređ€©:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/64208830
The sheriff station had taken on a strange stillness after darkâa kind of unnatural quiet, like a hospital hallway just after visiting hours. The overhead lights buzzed faintly, sterile and cold, one of them flickering with a rhythm that made Emma want to break it just to end the cycle.
She sat at her desk, back hunched, fingers stained faintly with ink and god knows what from a rushed fast food dinner she hadnât finished. The fries had gone cold. The burger sat, untouched, in its greasy wrapper. Her stomach had given up protesting a few hours ago. Or maybe longer. Time had started bending.
Her head throbbedâlow and deep, like a bruise forming behind her eyes. Her throat scratched every time she swallowed, but she chalked it up to the dry air or stress or the fact that she hadnât slept more than four hours in the past three nights. Maybe five. Maybe two.
Everything blurred at the edges.
But she was fine. Fine enough. Thatâs all anyone needed from her, right?
She kept scribbling on the incident report in front of her. The lines werenât straight anymore. The letters looked foreign. Her fingers were a little numb, but that was probably from leaning on her elbow too long.
Or caffeine withdrawal. Or the chill in the air.
She didnât have time to feel like shit. There was too much to do.
The door creaked open.
âMiss Swan,â Regina said, stepping inside like the goddamn Queen of Everything. Her coat was pristine, her lipstick sharp. Even the click of her heels sounded judgmental.
Of course. Because the night wasnât finished taking bites out of her yet.
Emma didnât bother looking up. âEvening, Madam Mayor.â
Regina exhaled like sheâd been holding her breath just to keep from launching into a lecture.
âIâve received no fewer than three complaints about tonightâs patrol coverage. Would you care to explain why the northern quadrant is apparently unmonitored?â
Emma tossed her pen down, the motion more aggressive than she meant it to be. âBecause I had to reshuffle everything last minute when Leroy decided to go full Rambo on a raccoon behind the diner. Do you want me to print you a copy of the lunacy I deal with every day, or should I just start live streaming it?â
Regina didnât flinch. Of course she didnât.
âI understand that without David paround, your workload has increasedââ
Emma stood abruptly, regretted it immediately when the room tilted slightly, but powered through.
âOh, do you understand? Please, enlighten me. How many 2 a.m. calls from Granny have you taken this week? How many fender-benders, missing dogs, stolen pies, teenage fireworks incidents, or screaming arguments outside the Rabbit Hole?â
Reginaâs brows lifted, but not in surprise. In calculation.
âYou could have asked for help.â
Emma barked a dry laugh. âFrom whom, exactly? The townâs resident pirate? My parents on a beach somewhere pretending trauma doesnât exist? You?â
Regina didnât answer that. She didnât need to.
The silence stretched until Emma realized her hands were clenched into fists at her sides, her jaw locked so tightly it ached. Her skin felt hot and cold at the same timeâsweaty, shivery. She shoved her hands into her jacket pockets, like she could trap the fraying edges of herself in there and hold them together.
When Regina finally spoke again, her voice was cooler. But not sharp. Not yet.
âYouâre shaking.â
Emma looked up, startled. âIâm not.â
âYou are.â
âIâm fine.â
Reginaâs gaze sharpened, dark eyes raking over her like she could see the exhaustion hanging off her in strips.
âYou look like you havenât slept in days.â
âThank you for your constant concern about my appearance. Itâs the most consistent thing in my life.â
âDonât be flippant,â Regina snapped.
Emma blinked slowly. Her lashes felt heavy. âCan you justâget to the part where you criticize me for existing so I can get back to work?â
That landed.
For a moment, Regina didnât say anything. The silence was different nowâless loaded, more⊠uncertain. Then her arms crossed, her jaw tightened, and she pivoted.
âWeâre having family dinner tomorrow,â Regina said. âAs usual. Seven sharp.â
Emma didnât look up. âYeah. I know.â
âYou missed the last two.â
âI said I know.â
A pause. Reginaâs voice cooled.
âHenry waited for you.â
Emmaâs throat tightened.
âNo call. No message. He pretended not to care, but⊠I know my son.â
Emmaâs head snapped up. âOur son.â
Regina stilled.
She looked at Emma for a long beat, then lifted one perfectly shaped eyebrowâbarely.
The kind of gesture that said Really?
That said You donât get to say that if you treat him like this.
That said He matters to you? Then act like it.
She didnât say any of it. She didnât have to.
Emma looked away first.
âIâll be there,â she muttered.
Regina lingered in the doorway. Her voice was quiet, but sharp enough to leave a mark.
âSee that you are.â
She hesitated. Just a moment.
Then she looked at Emmaâreally looked. Not with contempt. With something else. Something quieter. Something that almost looked like concern.
âDonât fall asleep at your desk, Miss Swan,â she said at last, turning for the door. âItâs a bad look. And a worse habit.â
And then she was gone.
The click of her heels faded down the hall, and the station was too quiet again.
Emma stared at the empty space where Regina had been, then slumped back into her chair like something inside her had finally given way. She was cold now. Her pulse thudded too hard in her neck. Her limbs were lead.
She folded her arms on the desk and lowered her head onto them. Just for a second.
Just to breathe.
The light above her flickered once.
Then again.
And again.
A sharp, irregular stutter. Buzz. Flash. Buzz. Like a nerve twitching in her skull.
She lifted her head, stared up at the fixture. Her eye twitched. The flickering kept going, each pulse of light sinking its claws deeper into her frayed nerves.
Buzz. Flash. Flicker.
And then something inside her broke.
With a sharp growl, Emma grabbed her half-empty coffee mugânumber seven, or eight, or nine? She couldnât rememberâand hurled it at the light with all the fury she couldnât aim anywhere else.
It smashed against the ceiling, missed the fixture entirely, and shattered against the far wall. The last of the cold coffee sprayed in a fan across the filing cabinets and floor.
âGoddamn it!â she shouted, breath catching on the edge of it. âFuck!â
The echo bounced back at her, hollow and small. Her chest heaved.
Glass sparkled on the floor like tiny, mocking stars. The light kept flickering. Taunting her.
Emma slumped forward again, pressing her forehead to the edge of the desk, and this time she didnât lift it.
God, she was just so exhausted.
#swanqween#swanqueen#ouat#ouat fanfiction#swan queen#ouat fanfic#ao3 writers#wlw fiction#femslash#fanfiction#emma swan#emma x regina#regina mills#regina x emma#ouat fic#ouat fandom#evil queen#ao3 fanfiction#ao3#ao3 fanfic#ao3 writer#ao3 author#ao3fic#ao3 ouat
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So I'm reading this rumplestiltskin retelling and the vibes are very beauty and the beast and I am like "who would have thought these two fairytales had such similar vibes" and then I remembered them

#ouat you will always be cursed#btw its gilded by marissa meyer and she is my favorite author so I WOULD reccomend
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I was at a rave yesterday and I got with this woman. We were kissing and at some point she pulls away and says,
'it's so cute that you whimper while you kiss.'
And honestly, that was the most Fanfic sentence I'd ever heard out loud in my life. I didn't even realise people said 'whimper' out loud.
In my submissive and breedable era clearly
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Emma, about Henry: I failed at raising a tamagotchi how the fuck am I supposed to raise a child.
#ouat s1#swan mills family#henry mills#ouat henry#the author#henry ouat#emma ouat#ouat emma swan#emma swan#incorrect quotes#storybrooke#ouat#once upon a time#ouat humor#ouat incorrect quotes#the enchanted forest#jennifer morrison#jared gilmore#ouat fandom#incorrect ouat quotes#ouat headcanon#ouat headcanons#ouat crack#funny ouat#ouat characters
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Did the Blue Fairy really just give a ten year old the burden of deciding who should die to save a life?
#i mean tbf snow went looking for her and she just gave her what she asked for#i donât really understand why the fairies have the authority to hand out magic that trades life and death#or how thatâs any different from the dark one#and actuallyâŠwhy didnât regina know anything about this candle? that seems to be smth sheâd be interested in#this is the episode the whole good magic bad magic dichotomy starts#which is not necessarily bad per se but does provide grounds for a slippery slope of asking what counts as pure magic and what is evil#and can you use so called dark magic in the ouat universe for good ends? or does it inevitably twist everything it touches?#unlike say merlin bbc which is pretty firm on the idea that magic is neutral and it depends on the person who wields it#the ouat format reminds me a little of the light side vs dark side debate#anyway will be interesting to analyze more once i get further into the show and see what theyâre really saying about it!#ouat#ouat liveblog#muse watches
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The Queen of Revenge

Nothing can stop her. She is unstoppable, an inevitable force. She lost a man she loved because of her. Now, sheâs lost her mother because of her. She is out for blood. Sheâs out for the heart sheâs longed to hold. She will not stop until she has what she wants. She has been engulfed in darkness; it consumes her. All of the White in the world will be blotted out by the black in her soul. No amount of good can overpower her wickedness. She is way past the point of reasoning. Hatred and sorrow drive her forward. She will do everything in her power. Her power is limitless. Magic is her greatest ally, as well as her worst enemy. Any who get in her way will perish. From their suffering will rise her victory. From her death will rise her joy. She cares not of what others think. She fights only for herself. She is anything but innocent, far from pure. She wants to kill her. She needs to kill her, to crush her heart in her hand. Her victory will be the end of all existence. She not only fights herself, she fights the world. None compare to her malevolence. Her revenge shall be great.
#poem#poetry#crypticpaw#poets of tumblr#authors of tumblr#writers of tumblr#dark#fan poem#fan fiction#fantasy#magic#darkness#once upon a time#ouat#regina#regina mills#queen#evil queen#disney#fairytale#dark fairytale#twisted fairytale#revenge
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So, Iâve done some more reading into this AI thing that is terrorizing Ao3 and Iâve decided to just say fuck it. Iâm unlocking all my works - mostly because some have been up for over 5 years (and to be honest, some of the earlier ones could be mistaken for AI work because they are so goddamn awful, I really didnât know what I was doing when I started posting/ writing) lmao
With that said, Iâll be updating my ROTG fanfic soon alongside my CaptainCharming story - so, feel free to check those out if youâve remained a guest user this whole time!
#ao3#ao3 writer#ao3 author#ao3 notes#fuck ai#rotg#blackice rotg#jackrabbit#captain charming#ouat#captaincharming
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me, opening a fic im working on: dude this fucking sucks im js gonna write a oneshot
me, later, opening the oneshot to work on it: dude this fucking sucks im gonna start another oneshot
me after working on the oneshot: THIS FUCKING SUCKS
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