#villainofthisstory

[likeabxrdinflight]

i am so very sorry for this but i need to ask: how / where can i find your cora rp blog ?

recently ive come into the ? fifth ?? resurrection of my (long time not visited) ouat fixation and cannot emphasize enough how fond of cora ive been since the first time i managed to watch this show

(its ok if it has since come to be a private matter to you though, or if it is no longer something you are comfortable with)

No, they're not private, and I don't hide them. However, I do use Cora's name as my online alias now. I've tried to wipe all instances of my real name and other identifying information from the roleplay blogs, but if by any chance you run into it there (it's a pretty distinctive name, you'd know it if you saw it,) I ask that it not be used.

There are actually three versions of the blog, the oldest of which can be found here: @sxmethingbreakingarchive. I made this blog in spring of 2014 and kept it through spring of 2016, at which time I felt like that blog was getting very disorganized and hard to manage, so I moved to a new account, which can now be found here: @sxmethingbreaking-a. That blog lasted about a year, I think, where I moved one final time to @sxmethingbreaking, which was the final iteration before I ended up abandoning the muse when I started grad school in fall 2018.

I'm linking you all three because there were story threads and verses that spread across all three blogs. Fair warning, some of the early writing on the first blog is a bit rough, and I don't really stand by all of my earliest interpretations of the character either. Some of the things I wrote back in the day were just kinda weird, I had some bizarre ships, and a lot of my headcanons changed over the years as both the canon of the show and my own personal writing evolved. I mean for context, I think Zelena had just been introduced on the show when I made the first blog. Anything I wrote post season five though (March 2016 onwards) I pretty much stand by, though some of my headcanons and character analysis got a bit...much. I was pretty obsessed and looking back, I'm not sure it was all that healthy lol.

There are navigation pages on all three blogs, though I'm not sure I really recommend using them because I don't know how organized they really are anymore. If you're interested in reading anything specific I'm happy to direct you to some old favorite rp threads, but to start I'd honestly suggest starting with anything I wrote with @villainofthisstory. She was my primary Regina and longest standing rp partner (and still a friend to this day).

To pick out an individual thread to read from start to finish, you should look into the tags on the post, there should be some formatting along the lines of ( thread | name of thread here ). Click on that, then, if you're on a web browser, go up to the address bar and add /chrono to the end. That will take you to the earliest post in that thread and you can read them in order from start to whatever the final post was. I admit, some threads never really finished.

If you're looking for headcanons or character analysis, here's the urls you want:

sxmethingbreakingarchive.tumblr.com/tagged/%28%20headcanoning%20%29

sxmethingbreaking-a.tumblr.com/tagged/%28+how+it+feels+to+be+the+miller’s+daughter+%7C+headcanons+%29

sxmethingbreaking.tumblr.com/tagged/(%20how%20it%20feels%20to%20be%20the%20miller's%20daughter%3B%20headcanons%20)

Finally, I really do not recommend trying to navigate any of this on the mobile app, it's too difficult and cumbersome and frequently just doesn't work right. Use your browser.

[littlemswoodscommaelle]

Prompt: "Do you like it?"

Thank you for the prompt! Sorry it took so long to get to it. I’m working through some of the prompts I have now though!

“Stop staring at me, Elle.”

“Oh, sorry!” Elle ducked her head, pretending to be fullyimmersed in studying out of her… upside down notebook. She grimaced; there wasno way Emmett hadn’t noticed that. She flipped it around in her lap. Slowly,her eyes drifted up to watch him again, though this time she was sure to remainmore discreet.

…Or so she thought. “You’re doing it again,” Emmett accused,setting the cup in his hand down on his desk in favor of crossing his arms.

A grin tugged at her lips, but she pushed it down. “Ipromise, I’m trying not to!” Emmett’s eyes narrowed, and she tried her bestpleading you-love-me-I’m-so-cute look to try to make his annoyance go away. Itmostly worked, as he shook his head and picked up the cup again. She watchedkeenly as he lifted the spoon, but just as it was almost at his lips, he caughther gaze and dropped it back into the cup.

“You’re staring. Again.”

Elle exhaled, slumping her shoulders and tilting her head tothe side. “I’m sorry, I just…do you like it?”

Emmett’s eyebrows raised. “That’s what this is about?”

Elle clasped her hands in front of her face like an excited child.“Well?”

“It’s…interesting,” Emmett hedged, and she dropped herhands, pouting.

“Interestingdoesn’t mean you like it. Come on, Emmett, what’s not to like? It’s green teaice cream! It’s refreshing, and tasty, and I think you can even argue that it’sgood for you.”

The side of Emmett’s lips tipped upwards, and then he waspicking up the cup again. “I didn’tsay that I didn’t like it. It’s just different. But yes, Elle, I like it.”

She squealed, pumping a fist into the air in triumph. “I told you you’d like it!”

“BUT,” he interrupted her self-congratulatory party, “I’dstill prefer good old coffee ice cream.”

Elle shrugged, still too giddy about introducing him tosomething new to listen. “But you like it. I told you I was sure you would. Nowwe can totally go on ice cream dates and get the same ice cream and share.”

Emmett rolled his eyes at her, letting out a soft laugh ashe turned back to his work. “Sure, as if we’ve never shared ice cream before ona date. But I’m pretty sure that’s not your point. So. Here,” he handed it toher, grinning as she happily accepted the cup to finish what was left.

[sxmethingbreaking]

"I'm not too late to wish you a happy Mother's Day, am I?"

“Well, it’s 10:30 in the evening and I haven’t so much as seen you all day. But no, I suppose technically it isn’t too late.”

[withoutapprcval]

@livesinink @villainofthisstory please go to bed

[soulmate-friend]

Snorts “Yeah cool......I wasn’t aloud to be cool with Henry...phsst cool. Okay,” 

@villainofthisstory

[isolere-blog]

x || @villainofthisstory ♥’d

        “I don’t belong here.” It’s a simple statement, plainly put, frankly told. “This world does not need another ruler.” Arendelle needs theirs. “These clothes, these modern materials--” Index and thumb pinch at the hem of her jeans before tugging and pulling at the cotton of her sweater. 

        “I understand that my powers could aid you in your fight but my lack of knowledge would only slow you and the others down.” 

[lealinea]

‘ please don’t give up. ’ ( i am not anywhere close to a river song blog but i wanna hear thirteen's reaction to this from river song )

Warm suggestions asksStatus: no longer accepting

     Each beat of her hearts is like a hammer against her skull, daunting and horrifically loud, a firm reminder of what she’s been doing (running, again, nonstop even after so many others have fallen, she just keeps running). The words that meet her ears are pleading, almost a desperate command—how can she possibly keep going?

     “...I’m so tired, River...” Even the Doctor’s own voice betrays it, exhaustion pouring outwards in waves. Her head sinks into her hands. “I can’t keep doing it, I can’t—I’m sorry. I tried, I really did...I’m so sorry.” I’ve let you down again...I’m sorry...

[swaniis-blog1]

       she shouldn’t be here. whatever’s going on, she isn’t the savior this time, but there are people she CARES ABOUT, and savior powers or no she’s determined to wake them up. when she sees regina, her heart stops. she wants to laugh. then cry. A BARTENDER ? interesting. oh well. at least this environment is one she knows how to play. ❝ hey barkeep. you seen A GUY in here... brown hair, pretty tall, kinda pointy nose...i need to talk to him. ❞

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[ohbrilliiant]

‘ i loved you. ’ - from river

Soft angst startersStatus: yes

     Loved. Past tense. No longer in love, no longer loving...she never thought she’d hear those words from her lips. It’s as though someone’s put a crack in her chest and it’s begun to spread out, snapping and breaking in multiple places—there’s a knot in her throat that she just can’t quite get past, and she’s stuck there, staring at her with a pained expression on her features.

     “River—River, please...” 

     How many more chances can I ask for before she refuses to see me altogether?

[sxmethingbreaking-a]

❝ what the fuck did you just say to me you little bitch ? ❞

high quality meme starters

“...that you’re grounded. For the rest of your life.”

[imtinkerbell]

isabella, zelena, cora

Ask my muse “Wed, Bed, Behead”

Wed: Zelena we’d treat her right and by we I mean Frank and I also damn hAVE YOU SEEN HER???

Bed: Isabella feels like the obvious choice because d  a  m n but Cora....no Isabella 

Behead: Cora only by default because thE ASKER IS MEAN AND BIASED AND STINKEY

[atenaciousprincess]

“Are you sure this night out is a good idea, Regina? I mean last time we had drinks.. I kinda got a little carried away..”

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[wxckedwxns]

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oh sure, throw hearts at me. its all fun and cute now that you and @hcartless have poked at my mother gothel obsession 

[wishingonquarters-blog]

a small child who constantly skips school and invades a bar full of sad adults

BADLY DESCRIBE MY MUSE IN MY INBOX

[withoutapprcval]

@villainofthisstory

It was probably clear to Regina by now that Drizella wasn’t going to make things easy for her -- example? Well, she was still refusing to get out of the car and follow her into the bar. 

“You touch me, I will bite your hand off,” She told Regina rather abruptly when the woman opened her door. Crossing her arms over her chest, she glared at nothing in particular. If she actually thought she was going to walk in and...and clean...she’d rather be in a prison cell.

[evcrafter]

@villainofthisstory ~ continued from x

Belle curled her lip up at the queen, too tired of the woman’s horrid games and the indignities she’d already long suffered in far too many cages to really care about what she looked like now. A nearly animalistic hatred for everything that she had endured to make her life lead here made her tone cruel as she replied, “You’re too late. He already decided our love was worthless to him; he took it from me all on his own.” Because, God help her, it was so much easier to be angry, to believe that, then to give into the helplessness of being stuck here, indirectly hurting Rumplestiltskin.