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No one needs to save me, I’m the savior.

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     A deadly silence lingered. Emma lay, face down, her muscles aching from the sudden fall to the ground after the tornado of dark magic released her into the thick of the forest in the outskirts of Storybrooke. There was not so much as a rustle of wind through the pine trees surrounding her, as though the darkness had tethered itself to more than her own soul, effecting all around her.       For a long moment, the blonde lay there, blue eyes unblinking, glazed, lacking in their usual spark. Her chest felt heavy, as though she had a bad cold but it was her own feelings and emotions that were suffering. Wincing as she pushed herself up from the ground, body protesting, she noticed her hands hadn’t changed, she didn’t appear any different than she had been before she made the impulsive decision to sacrifice her happiness for Regina’s. She was the saviour? Well then, she was going to save. Her motivations ran deeper, but she had neither the strength nor the willpower to acknowledge that. The fight had left her. Henry was safe, that was what mattered most. Regina would take good care of him. Emma had found that, over the years, she had grown to trust the former queen, much more than she trusted herself. Regina was his mother. More of a mother, she hated to admit it, than she would ever be to him. They would be happy, they would have each other and knowing that would have to be enough. 

     Wandering the forest, even the wildlife quietened, scurried away as she walked near. Perhaps they sensed the darkness gripping and growing within her, making roots to sprout and cause her to do all sorts of awful things. There was an old cabin, uninhabited, that she came across. She knew she would not be going back into town that night, perhaps not ever.

     Emma hid away inside the gloominess of the cabin for hours, body trembling as dark magic seeped further through her veins. The crisp snap of a twig prompted her to venture outside, noticing the crackle of energy building around her, dark magic eager to find something to destroy. It was controllable, but the blonde feared it soon wouldn’t be. “Who’s there?” she called, wide green eyes scanning the forest. 

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“Nobody knows you, the way that I know you Look in my eyes, I will never desert you And just say the word, we’ll take on the world – 

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SEXUAL  TRAITS.

bolded  is  ❛  yes  ❜   italics  is  ❛  conditional   ❜  or  ❛  partner-dependent  .  ❜   struck  through  is  ❛  wtf  is  wrong  with  all  of  you  .  ❜

INCLINATIONS  &  HABITS

submissive   /    dominant    /   prefers  to  top   /    prefers  to  bottom   /   likes to switch /   heterosexual  /  heteroflexible  /    gay  / lesbian   /   bisexual    /   pansexual    /  asexual  /    demisexual  /  enjoys  sex  with  men / enjoys  sex  with  women / enjoys  sex  with  genderfluid  , agender  ,  demigender  ,  or  nonbinary  individuals / enjoys  sex with  all  genders  regardless  of  how  they  identify /  enjoys  sex  with  multiple  people  at  a  time / enjoys intimacy with women  /  enjoys  intimacy  with  men /   enjoys  intimacy  with  genderfluid,  agender,  demigender,  or nonbinary  individuals   / enjoys  intimacy  with  all  genders regardless  of  how  they  identify /  initiates / waits for partner to initiate  /   spits    /   swallows  /  morning  sex /  night  sex    / sex  any  time /    no  sex  drive   /    low  sex  drive    /   average  sex  drive  /  high  sex  drive  /    hypersexual

BODY  &  APPEARANCE

slender  build   /    medium  build  /    athletic  build /    muscular  build    /  curvy  build   /   voluptuous  build   /  chubby  build  /    wears  boxers  /  wears  boxer-briefs  /  wears  lingerie/   goes  commando    /   shaves /  trims  /  waxes /  does  not  shave /   cup  size  a-c /    cup  size  d-f    /    1-5”  in  length    /  6-9”  in length  /    10”  or  over  in  length

SOUNDS

silent   /   quiet    / loud  / grows  in  volume  over  time / bites  hand  partner /  pillow  to  muffle  to  themselves / calls  out  partners  name /   curses /   fakes  /  exaggerates  / prefers  a  quiet  partner   /    prefers  a  loud  partner / prefers  a  partner  who  grows  in  volume  over  time  / turned  on  by  dirty  talk /   turned  off  by  dirty  talk

TURN-ONS  &  KINKS

having  their  hands  pinned /    pinning  their  partner’s  hands /   having  their  hair pulled / pulling  their  partner’s  hair /  being  watched  (  by their  partner  ) /  being  watched    (  by  a  third  party  )  /   watching  their  partner /  receiving  oral  / giving  oral / giving  praise  /   receiving  praise   /  biting  / marking  / being  bitten /  marked /   spanking    /  being  spanked / teasing  /  being teased /  having  toys  used  on  them /   using  toys  on  their  partner / giving anal  / receiving  anal /  choking   /  being  choked /  dirty  talk / being  tied  up / tying  their  partner  up /  being  worshiped  /  worshiping   their  partner / humiliating    /   being  humiliated   /   degrading    /    being  degraded  /   knife  play  /    blood  play  /   being  pegged  /  pegging  their  partner  / whipping  /    being  whipped

PLACES

bedroom /   shower /  bath  /   pool  /   ocean  /   kitchen    /   home bathroom /   public  bathroom / car    /   tent   / alleyway   /   field  / forest  /    school   /    empty  or  abandoned  building    /   library  /  rooftop  /  terrace  /    dressing  room    /    elevator /   parking  lot  /   museum  /    cemetery  /    beach   /  closet /    hospital

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Want to ship? Feel free to tell me straight off!

Yes, shipping does need chemistry between the two muses, but if you look at my muse and think ‘You know what, I’d like to ship my muse with theirs!’, feel free to tell me, even before we start threads!

I love having a direction/goal to work the characters towards – when I write fiction on my own, I like having goals and plot points, like romances, family and friend relationships, rivals and enemies.. why wouldn’t I like having the same with RP? RP is just collaborative fiction writing!

There’s no shame in liking ships, or even RPing for ships. There���s tons of people in the world who love to read romance novels, and no one tries to tell them that’s wrong or worse than liking mysteries, or fantasy adventure. Neither preference is wrong, it’s just that – a preference!

So please – if you want to ship, or work towards of ship, in any capacity : romance, family, friends, rivals, and everything in between – TELL ME! I’d love to see what we can come up with together!

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Give this post a ‘like’ and I’ll jump into your IMs to plot.

I may do a little starter call at some point, but I prefer plotting, so this is coming first.

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Independent Emma Swan from Once Upon a Time.

    Open to canon, crossover and AU plots.

Rules                            Crossover Verses                            Canon Verses

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     A guttural growl broke silence once the smoke of Regina magically transporting herself from the kitchen cleared. Nails dug into the soft skin of Emma’s palm as she tried to contain her anger. Regina’s words resonated deeply. The fact they held some truth was what tipped the fury into a rage. It had been her choice. The brunette had not once asked for her help and any one of them could have taken Emma’s place in saving the woman, or no one could have. The saviour just couldn’t bear to see her closest friend destroyed by the darkness. 

     There had been a time when Emma would never have considered saving anyone’s life; A time where she stole cars and cursed the crappy world she lived in. What changed?

     “I’m an idiot,” she mumbled under her breath, her voice low and barely resembling the woman she once was. As she turned and stormed out into the hallway, she yelled Regina’s name in an attempt to rid herself of the pent-up frustration at the situation she had landed herself in. A thought crossed her mind to turn the mansion upside down in search of her dagger whilst Regina was gone, but she knew the former Queen would never be so sloppy as to leave without it. Instead, she would have to find her. 

     She’ll never give it up. A nagging voice inside her head taunted. Emma chose to ignore this. She would find Regina anyway, even if the dagger never found its way back into her possession. 

     The Vault. 

     The Dark One knew that was where Regina would be. She couldn’t pinpoint how or why she knew, but one of the few feelings she was still reactive to prompted her to wave a hand, transporting herself there in a cloud of smoke. 

     “Isn’t it ironic that this is the place you attempted to teach me magic, and now I’m more powerful than even you?” Emma taunted as she appeared behind the brunette. Without her crude sense of humour and clumsy yet likeable ways, the woman’s social skills were at ground zero, so she naturally chose an insult as a greeting. However, the playful smirk on her lips indicated she was somewhat teasing. Regina was one of the few people who had helped Emma feel anything but anger since she succumbed to the darkness. 

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     The Dark One stood still and silently observed Regina. Emma hadn’t seen her so angry for many months; years perhaps. In the past, witnessing such a level of fury from the older woman would have bothered her, but now she felt nothing. It was as though the darkness within her strived to sabotage every positive relationship she had before her sacrifice had been made. 

     “My ‘Queen’?” The blonde’s lip pulled upwards into a smirk. “That’s what you think you are?” She exhaled sharply; the only laugh anyone could prompt from her now that she was filled with darkness. 

     “When I gave you my dagger I was confused. I did not know what I wanted. It has my name on it; it belongs to me. As Sheriff of this town I could arrest you, but instead, I thought we were capable of having a civil conversation. Apparently, I was wrong.” She had regained her serious expression, any trace of humour void from her features. 

     Regina’s outburst took her by surprise and hit a chord somewhere within her darkened soul. “No.” She spoke softly, waving a hand to magically clear the mess as she took a few small steps towards Regina. “I won’t leave.” Her eyes give away the slightest hint of emotion; the smallest window into her past self. “If it wasn’t for what I did, the darkness would have destroyed you. I turned into this ‘thing’ for you. You owe me, Regina.”

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     The dark one smirked. She was well aware of her ability to affect Regina with carefully chosen words. A weaker version of herself rarely abused that power; perhaps was unaware she possessed it, but now Emma could see how her words impacted the former Queen, no matter how she hid it. The blonde planned to use this to her full advantage, exploiting the natural link between the two. 

     Her mention of their son had visibly angered Regina and the Dark One felt a sick sense of satisfaction at the knowledge. This could only be pushed further and Emma wasted no time. 

     “Henry is more my son than he will ever be yours. You may have raised him, Regina, but he left you to find me. You weren’t enough for him. Henry both needs and wants me in his life. Without me, he is left with a gaping hole you can never fill.” It was a low move. Brutal, in fact. These were thoughts that had only ever passed Emma’s subconscious for a second, years ago when the two were enemies and spent their days trying to be rid of the other. Now, the Dark One spoke with such conviction it could be seen to be her truth, yet was simply a plot to retrieve her dagger. Emma knew in her darkening heart that Regina was as much their son’s mother as she. The woman even felt a sense of admiration for the former Evil Queen. A connection, of sorts. However, the darkness within her enjoyed toying with people, and Regina was top of her list. 

     “You do not get to threaten me!” It was the first time the Dark One rose her voice, taking purposeful steps towards the brunette. She held herself back from the sudden urge to injure her. There was a part of the blonde that couldn’t bring herself to hurt Regina. She had turned dwarves into stone without a second thought and would happily send anyone to question her flying across a room. Regina however, had so far been an exception. Emma didn’t want to hurt the woman, she was just uncomfortable with someone having so much power over her. 

     “I may have given you my dagger in the Enchanted           Forest, but now I’m ordering you to give it back.”

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There was no mistaking that voice, Regina knew it well. She heard it in her dreams as clearly as she heard it now. She could feel it, the now familiar twinge of hope she’d come to expect after the last few years. The warmth that blossomed in her chest, cooled somewhat know by the knowledge of what had changed.

And something else. Something she couldn’t bring herself to name. Something she’d thought lost to her, had hoped lost in her darker hours because losing it the first time had destroyed her and Regina doubted she’d fair any better a second time. Feared she’d shatter far worse, fracture in ways no one would ever be able to repair. 

Regina sighed. 

The door to the kitchen swung shut behind her as she folded her arms across her chest, fingers gripped tight around her forearms. “You bellowed.” She said, her own voice a conscious blend of annoyance and disinterest. 

An eyebrow arched as she took a step forward. “I’d asked if your mother ever taught you that it’s rude to barge into someone’s home but I already know the answer so we’ll skip it. And while we’re at it, lets skip the part where I tell you ‘No’ and the part where you repeat your demand. In fact, lets skip the bit where you say something deeply personal to try and scare or anger me into summoning the dagger because we both know I’ll only use it to send you away. And since we’ve saved all this time by skipping over a pointless conversation and you’re still here, why don’t you join me for a cup of tea?” 

Regina didn’t wait for an answer, she simply unfolded her arms, turned around, and headed back into the kitchen, pausing only long enough once on the other side of the door to press a hand against her stomach before heading off to fill the kettle. 

     The Dark One knew Regina was quick-witted and had expected some sort of resistance. However, the mention of her mother struck a nerve and she bit out a sharp reply, “Because of you I never had a mother to teach me anything of the sort when I was young.” Swallowing down further angry remarks, Emma forced herself to calm down before she continued, “Besides, I’m an adult, I’ll go where I please. You may try to distract me with your rambling, but I will not leave without my dagger.” 

     The invitation of tea was unexpected and not particularly welcomed, but she had nothing better to do and it seemed as though Regina was not going to hand over her dagger willingly. Not yet, anyway. Emma had time. 

     “Got anything stronger?” 

     Emma rolled her eyes as she remembered a time in the past where she had spoken those exact words. She had been a weaker version of herself and one the Dark One didn’t care to remember, yet still felt connected to. 

     Following Regina through the mansion and into the kitchen, she ran a hand over her whitened hair, smoothing a stray strand and tucking it into her bun. “Where’s my son?” she asked, expecting her choice use of ‘my’ to irritate the other woman. It was purposeful and Emma hoped to be just as infuriating as Regina was being by not returning her dagger when asked. “I would like him to spend more time with me, now that I have my own house.” Her tone made it clear she wasn’t asking for permission. Before the darkness had engulfed her, she had enjoyed spending time with Henry and Regina as somewhat of a family. She had grown to care for the adoptive mother of her son to the point she had sacrificed the light within her for the woman. Now, as the Dark One, she barely understood why she had made that sacrifice. With the darkness inside her, the knowledge she had done that confused her, though she still wouldn’t change any part of it. Even now, she couldn’t do without their constant bickering and snide remarks. Through all the misery that came with being the Dark One, Regina was one person she could count on to make her feel as though she had a shred of her old identity left; that she was still Emma. New and improved, but Emma. 

     “You know, Regina...perhaps if you give me the dagger which belongs to me, we could work out some kind of agreement regarding Henry, where we are both happy.”

     Using her son as a bargaining chip wasn’t something she had planned on, but if Regina was going to be difficult, she would happily match her efforts. 

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-  -  // Low activity until Feb 9th. Exams, deadlines… all that fun stuff this time of year brings. Once things calm down I’ll have more time to put into reviving my blogs, will start more threads and get to replies quicker.

                   p.s. The Greatest Showman soundtrack is life.

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~     ~     ❀ ---- ❀ ---- ❀          Light and darkness. 

Polar opposites and both just as addictive as each other.      Emma felt the darkness coursing through her veins. She had almost forgotten what it felt like to possess pure, light magic. The darkness had fought against the light within her and it had been agonising. Ever since she had surrendered and accepted the power of the Dark One, the feeling had swallowed up the light and she lost all sense of herself. She no longer felt any pain or resistance from the darkness. It felt like being immersed in inky water, yet she now invited the feeling, no longer fighting; accepting. 

     The Dark One stood, staring at a metal number fixed upon painted wood; the front door of the Mayoral Mansion. Too impatient to go down the conventional route of knocking and waiting, she simply waved her hand. Surrounded by a cloud of ash-grey smoke for merely a second, it cleared and Emma was no longer on the porch. 

     “Regina!” She called, sauntering down the large, open hallway. “I know you’re home and I want my dagger back.” Emma silently cursed her weaker self for entrusting the precious weapon in the care of Regina. It was the one way for her to be controlled and there was not a chance in hell she would allow for the brunette to retain ownership of it. 

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swan queen alphabet: » m is for magic

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fragilevanity:

Her eyes glanced to Emma’s arm distastefully for a second before she took one solid step forward and then another with no help at all. Had she any access to her magic, Regina would have transported herself home and declared the mansion an isolation tank if necessary. Such drastic measures would never be put too far down the list of the EVIL QUEEN.

Her gait was slow but strong, and before she could wobble on her feet, Regina rested against the railing of the three stairs descending into the hospital parking lot, her eyes roaming the space to seek out Emma’s car. This was not her taking a break, this was her wondering whether she would be driven home in an ugly yellow bug or the police cruiser, and whatever anyone said about her white knuckled grip on the railing would be burnt alive.

❛ Will you do something for me? ❜ Regina asked Emma, her voice cold and distant, as if she were ordering a peasant to do her bidding,  ❛  Contact the merry men, have them meet me tomorrow afternoon at three o’clock. I have some business with them and haven’t the proper shoes to fetch them from the forest myself. ❜ Let alone the energy to hike all the way out there and call them down. Despite Emma’s idiocy on the entire matter of her now dissipated love ( how disgusting ), she still had a duty toward Robin, and informing his merry men about his death if that hadn’t been done already, then the least she could do was tell them how it had happened.

It would remain to be seen whether she would want to keep Roland or not, but perhaps he would have a better time adjusting with the men who grew him up instead of the woman who killed his father.

     “O - Kay...” Emma dropped her arm limply to her side, playing off the dull pang of hurt she felt as awkwardness from being brushed off. “I guess that’s a no then.” ( Just don’t come crying to me when you fall splat on your face. ) She almost voiced her thoughts but restrained herself. Emma had never possessed much of a filter, but it seemed that when her closest friend was on the verge of despising her she could just about hold off from overdoing the sarcastic comments. 

     Before she said something that would put her in hot water with the Mayor, Emma focused on ensuring the recovering woman made it further than the hallway. Ready to grab Regina if she fell, the blonde moved at her pace, saying nothing as they made their way out of the hospital. Yes, grabbing the brunette to prevent her from injuring herself further would likely cause a barrel of insults to be thrown at her, but she’d been through worse. There were multiple instances Emma could think of where she had been ridiculed for trying to help or even save Regina’s life. Sometimes she wondered why she bothered, but who was she kidding - she wouldn’t take back any of her actions. 

     “Yeah. I can do that. Sure.” Emma was disappointed by Regina’s icy tone and her refusal to so much as glance in her direction as she spoke. Luckily, the Sheriff wasn’t one to give up so easily. Regina would get over it ... she hoped. 

     Reaching for her work phone, she began typing out a text which she could easily send to all of the merry men who had invested in a mobile since arriving in Storybrooke. Emma doubted many of them knew how to use their phones, but hopefully they would receive the message and meet Regina, or it would be her funeral. 

     “The car’s just over there. I parked as close to the building as I could.” Emma noticed Regina’s death grip on the railing and her expression softened. “Are you sure you can walk that far on your own? I know you’re stubborn as hell, Regina, but it wouldn’t hurt you to accept my help.” She shot Regina a teasing smile, hoping to break through her cold demeanour to the woman she had grown to care about.

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//I created my first tumblr RP blog exactly 5 years ago over here. Feeling sentimental. So many great memories and friends made!

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It took longer than she would have liked in the bathroom, but between trying to stand in the shower and remaining upright whilst trying to put on her slacks, the mayor thought she did an excellent job of putting herself together despite the yellowed bruises that looked far better than the angry red lashes they had been before. 

Two weeks of her life had gone to waste, and throughout it all the sheriff had remained stubbornly resolute in her efforts to help. It must be in her genes, that was the only reasonable explanation Regina could find other than Emma wanting to see her mother’s nemesis in pain. Perhaps Emma was using this time as some form of strategy to finally defeat the Evil Queen once and for all. It would tie a rather poetic bow on the whole thing if Regina dropped dead from a heartbreak caused by Snow White’s daughter of all people.

Straightening her spine and clenching her jaw, Regina stepped out of the bathroom in a crisp baby blue shirt, black slacks and heels to match. Just because she had been out of commission for however many days, that didn’t mean she had suddenly forgotten herself. Slinging her blazer over her arm, her steps measured and sure so as not to fall, Regina was eternally grateful for the bag of clothes left behind for her.

❛ You can get my bag for me. It’s inside. ❜ To anyone, it might have looked like an olive branch, but to Regina, it was simply a way to use the saviour that was at her disposal. There was nothing worse than being rejected, at being scorned for opening herself up when she was at her most vulnerable — and now, Regina would make sure she was always on guard. Never again would the Charmings get the best of her.

     Each second felt like an hour as Emma waited for Regina to finish using the bathroom. She had never considered herself to be an anxious person, but in that moment she was feeling the nerves. Nausea had been lingering within her ever since she had received the call that Regina was awake and well enough to return home. At first, she had wondered whether she had caught a bug. Now it was all but confirmed that the nausea wasn’t a result of coming down with something, but rather the thought of facing Regina properly after everything that had happened.

     “Nothing has happened,” Emma contradicted herself in a light whisper. In a way, that was the truth. However, there had been a major shift in the form of Regina announcing her love for Emma in such an emotionally charged confession. An emotion Emma had not been prepared for or even considered for a second.

     Once the bathroom door clicked open and Regina stepped out, Emma’s will to take care of the brunette overpowered her worries and she stepped forward. “You’re okay.” She exhaled, relieved that Regina was in some form accepting her help. She was momentarily distracted, finding her gaze lingering a little too long, taking in Regina’s appearance. For someone who had been unconscious for two weeks, she looked great. “Oh! Your bag. Yeah, of course, I’ll grab it.” Moving around Regina, the blonde retrieved the bag and made sure she had all of their belongings.

     “Is it alright if I help you to the car? Your body won’t have adjusted to you being on your feet so much just yet. You don’t want to fall.” Emma’s free arm floated in mid-air for a moment as she hesitated, undecided on whether to wrap it around Regina’s shoulders or not. 

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