My name is Anna. I love Once Upon A Time and I'm a proud Evil Regal. Outlaw Queen is my OTP.
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Please take a moment to watch this amazing video me and my best friend did that brings the first chapter of Daughter of the Pirate King to life! Even the author loved it!
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❝I want to live my life in the warmth of your smile and the strength of your embrace. I promise you I will love you. I will be your friend and your partner in life. Always. ❞
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I know you could make my wish come true if you let me treasure you
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“Let’s be honest… we all ship Evil Charming a little.”
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The plot of the first half of season 2. Four Disney Princesses wander the woods, while the Evil Queen and Prince Charming co-parent.
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If you don’t like a ship, that’s great but stop trying to ruin it for those who do.

#outlaw queen#captain swan#rumbelle#regal believer#dimples queen#hooked queen#evil charming#swan queen#red queen#swan believer
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Henry getting down to eye level with Lucy the same way Regina did with him. - Requested by anonymous
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I’d love to know the story.
…I feel like there’s a story here.
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I'm gonna have Anna help with communion so it will be like a bible story, 'The Head of Many Colors'.
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Lullaby for a stormy night ~ An Outlaw Queen fanfiction
A/N. For the anon who was in the middle of reading this before it disappeared… Initially prompted by the adorable @dee-thequeenbee who asked for OQ + accidentally punching the other in their sleep. It turned out smutty, feelsy, but also humorous, hopefully.
Rated M. Ignore canon.
Warning for understated references to past sexual abuse.
The night never goes peacefully for Regina whenever the storm comes.
It’s not that she dislikes them, or that she’s afraid.
She remembers many a night of fury and wild passions where she would feel the thunder roaring in her breast, pounding in her womb, striking her blood restless, and she’d ride her giant war horse fast through the land, throwing magic towards the skies with her arms outstretched like the wings of a crow, until the air itself sizzled and exploded as if the world was shredding itself into pieces around her.
She remembers mild summer storms and pouring rains when she was but little, warm and safely tucked under the covers in her grandfather’s castle, and the gentle arms embracing her, and the moody wind that would carry her father’s lullaby right into her ear, nestled in her mind through the night, sending her off to sleep with pleasant dreams despite the monstrous shadows drawn by lightning on the wall.
No, she’s never minded the sky’s anger, but she’s grown wary of its sound. She’s never bore loud noises well, and the older she gets, the more her sensitivity seems to increase instead of fading naturally as comfort and ease finally settle into her life. But she’s lived for so long in unbalance and uncertainty, whether it was of her own fate or in her own head, and years of safe sleeping in satin sheets haven’t dulled her anxiety, and it’s not even been years, actually, merely a few nights of blissful oblivion stolen here and there amidst dull insomnia. There’s an edge to her rest that very little seems to be able to smooth.
Luckily, she’s found the perfect distraction to cope with the storm blowing through the streets of Storybrooke tonight.
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Me: (just finished organizing my cosmetology stuff) "Now if I could just find my capes I'll put them down there too."
Dad: "I was playing superman the other day and lost them."
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It's been months since I've finished reading this one book, and yet I'm still just as devastated now as I was then that it's over.
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The most resilient heart ; requested by anonymous
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