#villainofthisstory

[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.

[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.” 

[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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[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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[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

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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 

[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.

[ofgoldandstraw]

@villainofthisstory came looking for a deal.... 📜

“Well!   Y o u r   M a j e s t y -- truly, this is a delight!” Rumpelstiltskin’s smil was sharp and insincere, his voice laden with venom and sarcasm:   H E R   M A J E S T Y   she was not. Not with Snow so near the throne, at least.

“Come to visit an old beggar in jail cell, dearie?”

[bittermeanandgreen-blog]

"Sis, do tell me what these...horrific...pumpkin decorations are for. "

@villainofthisstory

[sxmethingbreaking-a]

;flower pots and scotch

@villainofthisstory

It wasn’t a particularly busy day in the dusty old flower shop. That didn’t mean there wasn’t still work to do. Inventory, labeling, making sure nothing had died over the night, filling orders for deliveries, transporting certain flowers into their new ceramic homes.

The elder shopkeeper, though not the owner of the place, was nevertheless the green thumb behind it’s success. Mildred, Millie as she preferred to be known, had worked there since her divorce in the late 80′s. It wasn’t exactly the fancy career she’d once dreamed of. But it was work all the same. 

At the moment, several of the lilies needed transferred from the greenhouse and into ceramic flower pots. Millie rounded the corner and made her way down the row of plants, carrying an armful of the pots so high she could hardly see over them. 

That proved to be a mistake. Somewhere between the roses and the daffodils, Millie smacked right into another person, sending the pots crashing to the floor and knocking the other right into the rose trestle. With a startled cry, Millie fell to her knees, her hands scraping on the broken bits of flower pot.

[riseofawarrior]

HOMERIC EPITHET!  /     You are Mulan the giant-killer. In Homer’s epics, he attributed this epithet to Hermes, the messenger god who had a secret side business in giant-killing. Hermes is considered the protector of thieves, travelers, and athletes, and enjoys things like poetry, music, and journeying to and from the Underworld just because he can.

FATAL FLAW! /    Your brutal honesty:  You’re blunt. You’re outspoken. Frankly, you’re kind of a jerk. But you get away with it because you’re usually right and also because you’re indispensable to the major plot. But honestly? It’s going to come back to haunt you. One of these days, you’re going to be TOO honest. You’re going to refuse to lie at a critical juncture, upholding your honorable caustic truthfulness, and you’re going to pay the ultimate price for it.

GREEK MYTHOLOGY DEATH! /Killed by your own reflection You spurned the romantic advances of a mountain nymph, so the revenge god has decided to punish you. One day you enter a cave and see your reflection in a pool, and you’re so transfixed by your own beauty that you decide to just stare at yourself forever. This continues until you either a) starve or b) drown or c) fall upon your own sword out of grief, depending on which poet is telling this story.

♫ When will my reflection show Who I am inside? ♫

LITERARY SETTING!/    You got  Hogwarts.   You got Hogwarts! We all wish we were Hogwarts students, but you seriously belong there. You’re a quirky, creative, and magical person, and you were born to wander Hogwarts’ expansive grounds, use its secret passageways to sneak into Honeydukes, and take whimsical Hippogriff rides into the sunset. Just imagine walking past the Room of Requirement with Sunday brunch on your mind (brunch food + Hogwarts magic=RIDICULOUS foodstagrams). You'll need to look out for trolls, giant spiders, basilisks, cursed necklaces, evil students, booger-flavored beans, etc, but in the words of the late, great Sirius Black, what's life without a little risk? 

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TAGGING /  @hookedjones, @villainofthisstory, @bornofthedawn, @slumberingscarlet, @chippedbravery,  @fcrestmaiden, @raidstombs,  @alwayscalculating, @dragonofallevil, @rubiedheart & anyone else who’d like to do it.

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it's not easy being green

Send me songs and I’ll rate them on a scale from 1-10 on how well they fit my muse!

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[vinterhjerte]

@villainofthisstory | starter call.

   Why their father couldn’t have brought Anna on this trip, Elsa didn’t know. Everyone at the castle was well aware that the younger princess was desperate to leave the walls, while the Crown Princess was content to remain home. But their roles were what they were, and there was nothing that could be done to change it. While the gates had been closed for all these years and the sisters had grown apart, Arendelle’s ties with their allies must be maintained. And that involved the now teenage Princess being reintroduced to them. 

   And it wasn’t until they were within a day’s ride that Elsa had remembered the friend she had made all those years ago. A panic settled in her chest, teeth chewing at the inside of her cheek where no one could see. Would she still be expected to be that cheerful child she had once been? The one replaced by a serious, melancholy girl, soon to be a woman. 

   As she blinked in the sunlight, ignoring the hand held out for her by the footman, Elsa truly wondered what waited for her behind those doors. Glancing at her father, she swallowed down her fear and followed behind him.