#The Bountiful Update

[radar-of-minecraft]

Minecraft Items Challenge Attempt 2: The Bountiful Update: Finale

I updated the last of the visible oak in my base, replaced it with dark oak.

Then I brewed up 6 water breathing potions to deal with the ocean monument

I bred and killed some sheep so I could get mutton.

I then set off to look for an ocean monument, encountering sheep and pigs stuck in leaves, which appears to be a Bountiful Update glitch that was fixed in The Combat Update. I also found a chunk error shockingly close to my base.

I killed a bunch of rabbits in order to get their drops, which is alot easier because of how much slower rabbits are in this update than in current Minecraft. I got the rabbit's foot after just 11 rabits, which was really lucky considering rabbits only have a 2.5% chance to drop their foot in this update.

And there it is, the main draw of the update!

It is really dark in here for a structure with its own unique light block

Here's an Elder Guardian

Mining out a bunch of the monument blocks, I don't think i will use this in any build, but it would be nice to have when prismarine slabs and stairs are added in Update Aquatic

I stumbled into the sponge room, even though I thought I had explored the whole monument when looking for Elder Guardians, and then I went back to the central room for the gold blocks

on my way back I stumbled into a mob spawner on the surface, and it had a name tag and diamond horse armor in it

I forgot to pick up my bed, so I have to run through the night, I would literally never do this pre-Combat Update, but I've gotten really used to classic Minecraft combat, so I'm feeling confident (perfect timing too, considering this is the last update with the system)

Oh hey, a beacon, that must be my base

uh, where is my base, oh my god the game did crash right before I explored the monument, my base must have gotten reset again, dammit, now I have to go back to a backup and do the update again

Oh wait, this is just my end portal, I totally forgot I had a beacon there, and I can't even use the end to get back to world spawn, because I left my bed 4km away on some random island

There's my base, and there's my beacon

Up next it was time to craft up the rest of the items I needed.

I also fixed the Beta 1.7 collection system, the pistons were extended when I swapped out the glowstone in my floor for redstone lamps, so I replaced some of the pistons with wood, I decided to fix this issue by swapping the redstone lamps out for glowstone right above this part of the collection section

I also removed the redstone lamps from the smelting room at the base of my tower and replaced them with sea lanterns

In this update I added Cooked Mutton, Raw Mutton, Rabbit's Foot, Rabbit Hide, Raw Rabbit, Prismarine Shard, Prismarine Crystals, Wet Sponge, Prismarine Bricks, Prismarine, Sea Lantern, Dark Prismarine, Sponge, Cooked Rabbit, and Rabbit Stew, thus completing The Bountiful Update

Next Update I will finally finally finally get an elytra. And hopefully the dragon refight doesn't glitch like the original fight did.

[delimeful]

failed bounties and fresh bonds (3)

G/T July Day 14: Instrument

warnings: dehumanization, mild blood, threats, captivity, child endangerment, lmk if i missed any

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Roman was in the midst of perusing the brightly-colored wares at a market stall when he overheard the quiet conversation.

He hadn’t actually planned to stay in town for so long, but the innkeeper had mentioned the weekly market and he’d found himself wondering if maybe there were any toys or other entertaining items being sold there.

He’d be a poor excuse for an uncle if he didn’t even bring back any gifts for his treasured nephew, after all!

(And maybe if he picked the perfect one, he’d make some actual progress on getting in Virgil’s good graces. Or at least having the kid be even a little less terrified of him!)

It was at least worth looking, he decided, even if such a detour was a bit of a distraction from his journey. He would be in and out, easy as that.

Except one stall had pointed out another, which had led to another and so on, and before he knew it, half the morning had gone by. And he still hadn’t picked out a gift!

Before he could commit one way or the other, hurried whispering from the nearby corner caught his ear. He was a knight, which meant all his senses were keenly trained to pick up trouble. And mutterings about a monster? That most certainly sounded like trouble.

“Pardon me,” he started, cutting into the hushed argument with a dazzling smile. “As a knight of the realm, I’d be happy to help you out with your little monster problem! No bounty hunters necessary.”

“It’s not a little problem,” one of the townsfolk grumbled, while the other eyed Roman speculatively.

“You’ll get rid of it without charging us?” she asked bluntly, earning a glare from her companion.

Roman nodded, used to the question. “Such is the responsibility of a knight of these lands.”

“It’s not something we need to get rid of!” the first stranger interrupted with a scowl. “It’s powerful, it could be devastating on a battlefield. Your king should be buying it from us.”

“Oh, shut it,” the woman snapped. “You can’t get that beast to do anything but growl and hide away, and I want it out of here before the town becomes its next casualty!”

The man wheeled around to face her, his face purpling, but before they could start bickering again, Roman stepped forward.

“Why don’t you take me to where the monster is, first?” he said, patting the hilt of his sword reassuringly. “I won’t be able to decide anything without seeing it.”

The pair subsided with matching grumbles, and before long, they were walking down a small, overgrown path outside of the town, one that slowly curved into the rockier forest area that surrounded it.

It was interesting that he couldn’t find a trace of fear on either of his guides, even as they grew closer to where the alleged beast was. Wariness and irritation, sure, but none of the true terror that so often came with seeing one of the monsters of this land.

Roman didn’t think it was an ambush or trap, either. Perhaps they’d simply caught a particularly large wolfdog and gotten overexcited?

“Here we are,” the man said, his vexed expression fading away in favor of excitement, like a child showing off a new toy.

They’d reached the wide mouth of a cave, one that was squat and shallow, but still deep enough to house something large. There was nothing in sight.

“Are we supposed to venture inside…?” Roman hazarded, not too keen on the idea. His dislike of dark spaces aside, cramped quarters were the worst place for his favored style of combat.

The woman snorted. “Not unless you want to be bitten in half. Just wake it up already.”

The latter sentence was directed at the man, who scowled darkly at her before pulling an engraved bit of metal from his pocket. From a single glance at the intricate symbols and embedded stones, Roman assumed it was an enchanted magical instrument of some kind.

The woman shot him an assessing glance, as though to see if he had any negative response to the item, but he only met her gaze evenly, unperturbed.

His brother had wrangled the magic of his curse into its own kind of witchcraft at ten years old. Roman would be a hypocrite to believe that all forms of enchantment were designed to harm.

He had something of a bad feeling in his gut, though, and it only worsened as he watched the man press a thumb down against the sharp edge of the tool, pricking his finger to activate the device with his blood.

There was a pause as the man waited expectantly, and then frowned, before tightening his grip on the tool and yanking it through the air, as though pulling at an invisible cord.

With a muffled cry, something huge tumbled out of the cave into the light. Roman took a step back, feeling the color drain from his face.

That was not a wolfdog.

His attention caught on the identifying details first— the horns, the scales, the horizontal pupils, the wings— and he knew that this was a dragon, shifted into a more humanoid form (if admittedly one that was still dragon-sized).

In the next moment, Roman’s eyes settled onto the face beneath the mythical features, and his heart dropped like a stone. That was a child’s face, round-cheeked and crumpled up in distress.

Sure, it was a child big enough to grind his bones to a paste in one swat, but that didn’t change the fact that he was seeing a kid in tears. A kid that happened to be awfully similar to his recently acquired nephew.

They were alike in more ways than one, he realized as his gaze dropped down to the thick metal cuffs that were wrapped around all four of the child’s limbs. They had no chains binding them together— or rather, no visible chains. The engravings visible on the metal were telling enough as to just what that enchanted instrument was connected to.

“Where did you get that tool?” he asked, dizzy with the shock of such a scene.

The man preened, mistaking Roman’s alarm for interest. “Impressive, isn’t it? Some idiot sold it to me for cheap.”

The only ones skilled enough to get cuffs like these on a dragon shifter were mercenaries, who were known for being demanding barterers. More likely than not, that ‘idiot’ had been pawning off a stolen good, hoping to pass on the consequences of crossing a mercenary guild to an unlucky buyer.

Roman remembered the faded scars on Virgil, and felt a boiling hot fury bubbling up in him. He took a step forward, expression dark, and the kid flinched away and huddled down. The motion was enough to send a shock of horror down his spine, dousing the worst of his impulsive anger.

Right. Get the kid out safe first, deal with scumbags later.

“This is certainly a dangerous creature,” he lied through grit teeth, and then held out a hand. “You were right to take me up on my services. I can take it from here.”

The man recoiled, holding the tool tighter. “I know something valuable when I see it, and clearly, so do you. It would be stupid of me to part with it without getting something for my time.”

Roman turned to look at the child again, trying to repress the hot anger bubbling in his chest. The kid wasn’t even watching them discuss their fate, eyes scrunched up tightly and hands twitching like they would have covered their ears, too, if their wrists weren’t still locked in place.

He had left to avoid inflicting more distress on a traumatized child, and yet here he stood, doing exactly that yet again. Roman grimaced, and then asked himself a question that almost never led him anywhere good: What would Remus do?

Turning slowly, he met the man’s eyes, set a hand on the pommel of his sword, and grinned.

“It would be stupider,” he said, slow and menacing, “to demand anything from me when I’m the one fixing your little problem in the first place.”

The man lost some of his confidence, wavering.

“If you’d prefer to lose a hand along with it, by all means keep hanging on,” Roman added, almost conversationally. “I’m sure even the bite of my blade would feel like tender mercy compared to the wrath that will fall upon you if the mercenaries that caught this beast find out you’re the one who stole that key.”

“Give it to him,” the woman snapped, expression hard and hunted.

Knowing what terror she’d sat by and abided, Roman couldn’t find it in himself to feel bad.

“Fine!” the man spat, throwing the tool at his feet. “Take it and go!”

The woman, keener on the uptake, grabbed him by the crook of his arm the moment the key hit the dirt, and yanked him back down the path from where they’d come.

Roman obviously wasn’t actually going to use the tool to make the kid attack them, for a very large range of reasons, but he wasn’t going to correct the misconception if it got them away from him and the kid quicker.

He leaned down to scoop the key up, grimacing at the glint of blood still visible on it, and then turned to look at the kid.

They quickly shuttered the eye they’d been peeking out of back closed, immediately curling in tighter and bracing themself.

“Dear child,” Roman said, sorrow heavy in his heart. “Can you look at me for a moment?”

There was a pause, the kid twitching in surprise, and then a slow reappearance of those big blue eyes.

“Hello there,” he greeted, keeping his voice soft. “I don’t know you, but I have a nephew that you remind me very much of. I’m sorry for speaking so harshly before, but I’d like to help you, if you’ll let me.”

“Help me?” the kid echoed in a large whisper, and then winced as though waiting for a strike to land.

“Yes,” Roman replied, once he was confident that he’d ironed the last traces of the fury he felt out of his voice. “Do you know how I could remove these cuffs from you?”

The kid’s eyes went impossibly wider. “Really?” they whispered.

Roman nodded firmly. “Really, truly.”

Their bottom lip wobbled, and Roman felt a sense of despair at what was turning out to be a month that proved him extremely inept with children, only for them to blink back the tears and keep speaking in that hushed voice.

“I don’t know how to remove ‘em, but I— I know if you get all the blood off, I can move my hands around normal again," they offered, watching him with an unsettling intensity, eyes lit with the tentative hope of a starved dog.

Roman pulled his canteen from his hip immediately, untwisting the lid with his teeth and promptly dumping the contents over the metal’s surface. The worst of the blood was washed away, and he dragged out a part of his undershirt to wipe off the remaining stain.

He couldn't deny a bit of apprehension, but rather than try and attack him or otherwise lash out, the kid only pulled their hands to their chest and curled over them protectively, the mingled stress and relief so visible on their face that Roman felt his own chest ache in sympathy.

“May I know your name, dear child?” he asked, pushing away his automatic nervousness as they shifted to sit up to their full height.

“Oh!” the child gasped, seemingly shocked that they’d only just recalled their manners despite the situation. “M’name is Patton, nice to meet you!”

“Well, Patton Nicetomeetyou,” Roman responded in jest, relief sweeping over him when the kid smiled, “You may call me Roman.”

He swept into a dramatic bow, adding the silliest flourishes in his repertoire, and Patton laughed, a soft, watery chuckle. The longer they spoke without being punished, the more they uncurled, slowly, like a flower blooming.

“If I may?” Roman asked, reaching a hand out.

He thought for a moment that the child would refuse— Virgil certainly refused any and all direct contact with him— but Patton only hesitated for a moment before slowly reaching out, hovering their considerably larger hand in front of him.

“For you,” he vowed, and set the instrument on Patton’s fingertips. “Until we find a way to get those accursed cuffs off, you should be the only one to possess that device.”

Patton’s fingers drew back the moment they recognized the tool, inhaling sharply as they curled their fist around it. They sniffled slightly, but they were smiling again, as though they couldn’t help the surprised delight, so Roman didn’t feel entirely useless.

“My brother, Remus, knows much more about magecraft than I do. I would be honored if you would accompany me to his home. He may be strange,” Roman paused, and then emphasized, “very, very strange, but he’ll do what he can to help.”

Patton was nodding almost before he’d finished speaking, eyes still red-rimmed. “I can’t go home until I know nobody can make me hurt anyone,” they said firmly. “I wanna meet your weird brother, please.”

Now there was a sentence he almost never heard. With any luck, Remus would know what to do, or even Virgil, though Roman would be loath to ask anything that reminded his nephew of whatever horrors lurked in his past.

“Then meet him you shall! I’ll retrieve my horse from town, and we can be off!” Roman replied heartily, his own spirits lifted by Patton’s determination.

He wouldn’t have time to pick up a gift for Virgil, but that was alright. Roman got the feeling that his current endeavor was something his nephew would have valued more, anyhow.

[khaliarart]

What do you mean there is canon storyboards of the Announcer?

Was I just supposed to find that out myself??

[abnl-on-ao3]

Chapter Eight is now available:

(welcome to NSFW territory) 🌶️

[squirrelno2]

I have written a fun little Cody/OC meet-cute, by which I mean Cody and a bounty hunter beat each other up in the middle of a marketplace as a prelude to a very weird road trip. This snippet will be expanded on slowly and randomly and eventually posted on AO3, but for now below the cut you can find: murder! mildly homoerotic grappling! desperate rationalizations of cognitive dissonance!

Leaving the Empire should have been harder. It should have felt like the end of all things. Cody could feel the back of his head pulsing whenever he considered it, everything the Kaminoans had told them and everything he knew about the Empire and the Republic and his duty vying for dominance over Cody’s own crazy impulses.

But the Empire wasn’t the Republic. And Cody wasn’t fighting anymore. Not properly. He told himself, when the headache got to be too much, that he was only searching for a way to serve better. To be the clone commander he’d been before – before.

The headache would ease. He would keep moving. He wouldn’t think of his former general.

It would all begin again the next day, but he was Cody. He could survive a headache, after everything else he’d lived through.

He bartered for passage on a dozen different ships of varying levels of legality – traders here, smugglers there, always people who’d never needed to know a clone’s face. With clones being phased out altogether, he managed to convince himself the danger was almost totally past. Nobody would care about a clone on the streets.

But they hadn’t been released from duty yet, and it was a rude awakening when the man Cody tried to sell his holdout blaster to for just a few more credits decided instead to blackmail Cody for all he had.

“I know the Empire would love to have one of their favourite investments back,” the man said, leaning forward into Cody’s space. He was taller than Cody, with a brutal grip on his wrist and breath that smelled of a local vinegar-soaked fish dish. Cody eyed his blaster. He could figure out another way of getting the credits he needed to get to his potential contact. He wasn’t letting go of that blaster again.

“You’ll want to let go of me,” Cody intoned dully. He gave his wrist a half-hearted tug. He hadn’t wanted to draw attention to himself. Not that he had any faith in the Empire caring about their “investment,” not the way this woefully out-of-date local did, but he knew he’d be in for a painful punishment if the Empire got him back. High-ranking deserters brought that out of people.

“I don’t think I –“

Cody rolled his eyes and yanked, pulling the surprised human past him and sending him to the floor with a kick to the knee. He flailed, releasing Cody, and Cody snatched up his blaster and fired a single clean shot at the man’s head. The pawn shop was quiet again.

Cody was used to droids. They didn’t bleed. He’d shot organic beings before – Umbara, for one. He’d fired on Sith. He’d fired on his traitor general.

But the headache was back. Cody remembered he hadn’t eaten. Had he had any water today?

“Shouldn’t have gone after a trained soldier,” he muttered, annoyed at the pang of guilt he felt. The man was an untrained civilian with eyes bigger than his blaster maybe, but he’d been a threat. Cody ended threats.

Threats to the Empire? His brain felt like a traitor. He wasn’t if it was betraying him or the Empire or the Republic, but it was betraying somebody. Cody holstered his blaster and turned away. Someone would come in, soon enough. He needed to leave. Preferably the planet.

Unfortunately, it was some kind of holiday here on this backwater planet, and the civilians were out in droves. Cody ducked his head as he pushed through the crowd. He just had to get back to the ship he’d come in on. The crew may not have liked or trusted him, but they were criminal enough they couldn’t turn him in without risking scrutiny of their own, and they let him work off debts instead of paying in credits he didn’t have. He liked those things in an ally, right now. It was all he had.

Someone caught at his wrist.

“Hey,” said a low, rumbling voice. Cody glanced up into the grey-furred face of a Cathar. “Don’t I know you?”

“No,” Cody said, twisting his hand free of the stranger’s grasp. “Sorry. I’m late.”

“No, no, you owe me twenty credits!” the Cathar said loudly, turning heads.

“You have me confused for someone else,” Cody hissed. Was there another clone out here? Could that be why he’d been recognised?

Focus.

“Believe me, I don’t,” the stranger said. They leaned in closer, whispering into Cody’s ear. “So come with me, Commander Cody, or these fine people will think you’re guilty of much worse than an overdue gambling debt.”

Cody punched the Cathar in the face. The stranger grabbed their nose, swearing in a language Cody didn’t know, and raised their other hand. Cody shoved it away, trying to plant his foot in the stranger’s gut, only for the stranger to seize his ankle and twist. Cody hit the ground before he knew it. He wheezed, but that didn’t stop him from tossing the stranger over him. They both panted for a second.

“You’re good,” the Cathar said.

“You gonna let me go?” Cody gasped, feeling his ribs gingerly. He curled to his side slowly, hoping to get the upper hand in a way that wouldn’t tip the stranger off.

The stranger chuckled breathlessly.

“No.”

They both rolled up onto their knees at the same time. Cody grappled the stranger, who rolled them over until they hit a wall. Space had cleared around them. Most locals were standing far back for safety. Some, to Cody’s dismay, seemed to be recording for the HoloNet.

“Would you just go down already!” said the stranger, digging their fingers into Cody’s hair and trying to slam his head against the wall. Cody bucked his hips, throwing the stranger off.

“Who are you? What do you want?” he snapped, pinning the stranger to the ground. They had a blaster, Cody realised. He was probably lucky the stranger was as prone to hand-to-hand as Cody was. Cody didn’t think about the man he’d already shot today.

“To do my job,” the stranger said. “You’re a wanted man, Commander. I assume you know why.”

“I did my duty,” Cody said. He didn’t know if that was true. Except leaving – that was his duty, most of all. “I’m done with the Empire.”

The Cathar grinned, a cocky, lopsided thing that made Cody want to smack the smug look from their face. “They’re not done with you,” they said. They hooked their leg over Cody and rolled them over one last time, finally drawing their blaster. Cody tried to push it away, but he was too slow; one burst of light later, he was out.

[samisnotlegend]

New Fic!

Bakugou Katsuki might be a Mandalorian and a bounty hunter, but he's not cool with cashing in on kids. So naturally, he kidnaps the little bounty instad.

On the other side of the galaxy, Midoriya Izuku recovers from a severe injury while also hunting down the mistakes of his past...

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This fic was written for the "Same Sky, Different Worlds" discord zine! You can download the full zine for free here!

[toacody]

Project Odina: Primal

A change in presentation can make all the difference.

Source

Creator: AndyKoopa

[peppziii]

WHO THE FUCK⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️

[idolgirlimmersion]

this one grew really big! it’s really pretty, like you, neighbor!

[zwoelffarben]

No. I hate it (the new dashboard layout).

The first person to put together an x-kit style fix-it revert and link it here gets $100 dollars.

For reference, the old layout looked like this

[mad-badger19]

Kyräe just being badass

[radar-of-minecraft]

Minecraft Items Challenge Attempt 2: The Bountiful Update: Part 1

Welcome to the Bountiful Update, this is another one of the most played old versions of Minecraft if you want to play a version of the game that has really shitty combat. It's also the last update before an extremely long time with no updates, and the first update in the Microsoft Era

New world selection screen. Still no world thumbnails.

Oh goodie, my skin is complete!

My Alpha Slabs have broken, and will remain that way until Update Aquatic.

After the time I spent fishing last update, I think I might have too many saddles.

This update added a bunch of new Wood Blocks, so I thought it would also add better signs, but apparently those weren't added until Village & Pillage

New Collection Section out of Red Sandstone.It was either this or prismarine, which would be a better choice, but it would stop me from building the Collection Section until after I've raided an ocean monument.

I then crafted up all of the new Stone blocks, and I have to say the crafting recipes for Diorite, Andesite, and Granite have to be the most obscure recipes in the game

Up next is banners, only the 16 basic ones instead of the 12.7 quattuordecillion types that you can make with dyes, I built a little cow pen because I've noticed that animals are spawning less and less frequently around my base, and I want a consistent source of food for when I get to bigger updates like The Combat Update and those that make up Modern Minecraft

Also, my nether portal is broken, unfortunately it will not stay that way for long, when I go into the nether for Magma Blocks in the Frostburn Update the portal will fix itself

In this post I added the Birch Fence, Birch Fence Gate, Birch Door, Spruce Fence, Spruce Fence Gate, Spruce Door, Jungle Fence, Jungle Fence Gate, Jungle Door, Acacia Fence, Acacia Fence Gate, Acacia Door, Dark Oak Fence, Dark Oak Fence Gate, Dark Oak Door, Cut Red Sandstone, Red Sandstone Stairs, Red Sandstone, Red Sandstone Slab. Chiseled Red Sandstone, Diorite, Andesite, Granite, Polished Diorite, Polished Andesite, Polished Granite, Armor Stand, Iron Trapdoor, Chiseled Stone Bricks, Coarse Dirt, Slime Block, White Banner, Light Gray Banner, Gray Banner, Black Banner, Brown Banner, Orange Banner, Yellow Banner, Lime Banner, Green Banner, Cyan Banner, Light Blue Banner, Blue Banner, Purple Banner, Magenta Banner, Pink Banner, and Red Banner.

Up next I raid an Ocean Monument, before swimming was added, this is going to be hell.

[navybrat817]

Navy's Nonsense: 5/29 - 6/4

Almost the end of May! Planned fic below will post this week! Anything else shared if there's time is extra. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog so you don't miss out on any new fics, updates, or polls. 💙

Unplanned nonsense posted 5/31: You Get What You Pay For (God the Bounty Hunter x Reader)

Planned nonsense posted 6/2: Around Your Throat (Vampire Mob!Bucky x Gifted!Reader) for @buckybarnesevents 's Hot Bucky Summer event.

Did you miss last week's Nonsense? No worries! Check it out here. Love and thanks for reading. 💙

[ask-eden]

(( hey sorry to the Anon who sent a ask to Goddess

It is unfortunate that it’s a ask that I really was craving for so it’s nearly a 20 panel answer I’m so sorry bestie ))

[littleyeety]

(Edited📌)

First post here on Tumblr ig. Hi! I'm Yeety! I do art, edits and memes. I like drawing and a lot of things. So uh... that's it :)

[abnl-on-ao3]

Now on AO3 📖

“After an excavator uncovers several sets of human remains while breaking ground at a Fort Bend ISD school, the city of Sugar Land, Texas is sent reeling over one hundred years into the past with the horrifying news – conjuring a wave of rumors and general disquietude amongst the townsfolk.

Regina White (née Mills) is on the run. Suspected of murder, the daughter of a wealthy Puerto Rican mill manufacturer has taken to the road to escape both a legal system and an acrimonious town pitted against her.

Never staying in one place too long, Emma Swan is a bounty hunter who is months behind on her bills and facing homelessness once again, but as luck would have it, a bounty lands on her desk that she cannot afford to refuse. After the ghastly discovery at her son Henry’s school, Emma embarks upon a hunt for a lugubrious-looking millionaire heiress who has decided to skip out on her first court appearance. It isn’t long before the foster system graduate (now plucky, gumshoe-esque skip tracer) finds out that not everything is as it seems… because it is so, so much worse.

The hunter soon becomes the hunted, and a deadly game of chess begins. Both Regina and Emma are faced with a long journey ahead of them full of twists, turns, and more nightmares than either woman is prepared for. Will the lion-hearted, peripatetic Emma keep running for the rest of her life? Or will the dour, affluent Regina show her just how much that will cost her in the end?”

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