#young regina

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88/365 days of regina mills

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Young Regina practice yippee

feeing rusty cuz I haven’t drawn in a week

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Courting Fire (Part 1)

Summary: Regina has had no success in winning a royal's hand in marriage. Cora considers other options and takes her daughter off to a different world to try to impress the princess of the Fire Nation so that Regina can finally be queen.

It used to be that only every once in a while, Regina would like to just dissipate into nothing. Would like to just fall out of existence in a tumble of silvery glitter, like fairy dust falling over a flower. These days it is a daily desire.

“No. No, no, no! This won’t do!” Mother rubs her hands over her face. “This is why you’ve had no luck at the masquerades.” 

Regina furrows her brows, “I don’t see what’s wrong with this dress, mother.” 

The woman sighs. “Look at it! Look at the way it sits on you. It’s not…it’s not flattering.” Cora pinches the bridge of her nose. “I suppose that it doesn’t matter. You haven’t had any luck at all in this realm, the men just don’t like you. None of the men that matter anyhow.” 

Regina opens her mouth but her mother raises a hand. “And the women won’t have you either, you can’t offer them any upwards status. The ones who can offer you power would rather have charming men of their own.” 

Regina’s shoulder’s sag. "So what then?" A nervous, excited tickle forms in her belly. "Are you finally going to let this go?" Is she finally going to get to live her life as she would like to live it?

Cora chuckles. "Oh darling, of course not! There's still hope for you! We'll just have to start over in a brand new realm."

That nervous excited tickle plummets into a crushing sickly feeling. "Which one?"

"Well we have several options we can go to Wonderland, Oz, Nederland, Narnia…"

"Narnia seems lovely."

"Which is exactly why we will avoid that one. You're plenty distracted as it is,you don't need talking beavers and enchanted winters."

"So where are we going?"

"Somewhere with rules and structures."

.oOo.

Azula knew that the day would come eventually, she resents it just as she had when the notion was posed to her, but she will take the responsibility on dutifully. Dutifully and dignified as a princess ought to.

At least she gets to wear elegant robes. Long and flowing silks and laces that swish around her leg. Gold thread ragonflies dance across the fabric. between flames of orange and gold thread. Ruby and gold belts hang at her hips and her hair, pulled up and neat, is adorned with elaborate headdress. Most of which take the shape of dragon claws or flames. Today's is decorated with amber fire lilies. 

At least, for all of her troubles, they pamper her with extra care. She smells divine, sometimes like cedarwood and some times like citrus. 

It isn't for her, she knows, but she reaps the benefits and comforts all the same. Lavish bath scrubs leave her hand and feet feeling so soft and smooth and the makeup she wears is gorgeous. Fancier than any that she had worn previously.

If only it could have been for her sake and pleasure and hers alone.

But ruefully it is for almost everyone but her.

Today it us for five men. Boys really. She supposes that she'd rather have boys than someone like the wrinkly, cantankerous noble Mai had been married off to. Luckily for her the man had decided to croak a year in.

Most of them are still three to four years her senior.

Boy one goes by Keilo he is a rather plain guy with soft brown eyes and a kind face. He is the smartest of them but he talks much too loudly and has a tendency to interrupt her. If she had to pick, Azula supposes that she likes him the most. 

Boy two is tall and has the faintest fuzz of a beard. His voice is squeaky and infiltrated by nervousness. But he has riches that can secure the Fire Nation's position at the top. Father favors him because he is easy to manipulate and push around. His name is Zhang.

Boy three, Xao Bai, is short and us, undoubtedly the most attractive if them with well defined cheekbones and vivid gold eyes. But he is duller that a broken kitchen knife.

Boys four and five are terribly boring. So much so that she can't rember which of them is Haz and which is Huan.

This selection is much more tolerable than yesterday's. But the affair is becoming tiresome. How many idiots is she going to have to entertain? Even their lavish gifts fail to impress her. Flattery never worked.

Really this is all pointless; father knows that they have enough power and riches to hold their own. 

 It is all about image and presentation,  about not wanting to be the only Fire Lord to father a daughter with no husband and no heir.

At least she, unlike TyLee can say that she doesn't desire true love. She does, however, yearn for freedom. Someone who won't tie her down and hold her back as she is being held back now.

"It might not be so bad." Keilo trued like every suitor before him. "We might actually fall on love."

Azula crinkles her nose. "Don't threaten me."

He waits for her to laugh and mention that she was only joking. His face pales when she does not, this is when she laughs but she refuses to follow that up with any reassurance.

.oOo.

Regina is torn between awe and dread. She has been to many castles, each of them extraordinary in their own right. Some had been built into cliffsides while others sat atop mountains. Some had been nestled in meadows with flowers that glowed like the moon. Each one had been enchanting. Each one had been lavish. 

But they all have the same aura; ethereal, exuberant, opulent. They all feel quaint and cozy, even if only falsely so. 

But this palace. It is truly awe striking. Minus an abundance of gold, it is like nothing she has ever seen before. The style is distinct, the roof is layered an accented in a way that she has never seen a palace or castle look. Instead of flying buttresses and grimacing gargoyles, this palace is boxy, pointy, a lined with golden dragons. 

It is only really comparable in size. Somehow, the tiered roof makes it twice as imposing as any other castle that she had visited. Until now she had always used ‘castle’ and ‘palace’ interchangeably…

Cora, led by guards in red armor, leads Regina to the throne room. “Remember what I’ve told you.” 

How can she forget? Mother has been agonizingly rigid about this plan. 

Keep her hair up. Speak no more than necessary. Bind or wear baggy clothing. Under no circumstances should the princess know that a women is courting her. “We just need to secure a position of power.” Mother had emphasized. “Once you have her hand I will take care of the rest.”

Regina shudders to think about what the rest is. She imagines a poison procured the Enchanted Forest whose effects have no cure that can be found in this world. Or possibly a beating heart in the woman’s hand. 

Whatever qualms she has can’t be addressed in front of the palace guard. 

Cora’s arm curls around her shoulder. “Good luck, dear. Don’t ruin this for us again.” 

Regina swallows, “I won’t mother.”

The guards beckon them into the throne room. Four heads turn and she sees, for the first time, the faces of her competition. Directly in front of her is, in a sense, the prize. And Regina isn’t certain that it is one worth winning. The girl’s face is soft and pretty but it is cold and unyielding. Univiting. 

Her mission is fated to fail.

She knows this look.

This girl is just as disinterested, if not more so, in this affair than Regina herself.

“You’re late.” 

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[DC] 🎶And loving you was easy. It was you leaving that scarred🎶

Something possessed me yesterday to draw a bunch of angst so here’s a bunch of Infinite crisis/teen titans art 😢 these aren’t really in order of events

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“They look so angry.”

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I am aware that a get in loser, we are going… to fall in love? update won’t actually fix me, but i think we should try it anyways.

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Being 22 and depressed means hearing Bilbo Baggins say that he's "stretched too thin, like butter over too much bread", and feeling that it's far too early to feel that sentiment so deeply.

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“evil isn’t born”

so far my favourite study 🥹

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61/365 days of regina mills

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going from greyscale to color is HARD but it was so much fun to try !

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[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Ivan/Riley/Chase playlist!

Here it is: the big guns. The magnum opus of this series. The fic that started it all and is also somehow the one I've most recently updated. The holy grail slow-burn poly-shipping mutual-pining Soulmate AU and the longest fic in this series by a long shot (if only due to the fact that I stopped updating the Ziggy/Scott one, and even that was not a slow burn). I left y'all on tenterhooks for MONTHS as I updated this thing and whenever I want inspiration for writing slow-burns I come back to this fic. It meant so much to get to write asexual Riley and his soulmates' supportive reactions as well as Kaylee's aromantic journey, too!

Also, apparently it's the most kudosed one in the Dino Charge fandom? And the second-most viewed? So thank y'all so much! Once again, I cannot believe that these passion project rarepair fics have spoken so well to the good people of the power rangers fandom. I started this series when I was eighteen (I wrote the vast majority of it at eighteen) and a freshman in college and I got so much joy from writing all of these traumatized idiots sitting within stories that were just begging for a bit of tweaking/exploring. Thank you all so much for coming along this journey with me over the years- it means more than I can say!

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