Ms. Blanchard

“When the wicked want to bring down the innocent, they aim for a loving heart.” | I have been many things, but above all, a true believer. || Indie Snow White/Mary Margaret RP blog / Ships with Charming + chemistry / Advanced Literacy / 18+ / Open for all! |

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alluringstubborness:

She cleared her throat with a head shake. “Not at all, you’re right.” Then, with a light frown, the teacher realized something. If, by any chance, Mary doubted that the Mayor was somehow mocking her, or carried anything against her for some unknown reason, those doubts were ceased once that comment slipped out of Regina’s scarred lips. Her voice tone always had a touch of irony which Mary was never quite fond of. “Madam, I do know this is none of my business, but— I would like to ask you not to punish your son. He has done nothing wrong, that is purely a child’s natural behaviour.” She asked, hoping Henry would not pay for something that she had gotten him into. That guilt would consume her for a great while, no matter how theorically small the problem seemed to be.

The brunette’s eyes narrowed to barely slits. “You’re right, it isn’t any of your business.” Her words were low and dark, she felt as if she was back in her castle, threatening Snow as the Queen. “Henry won’t be the one being punished.” She left the words vague, but the threat was there, hanging heavy in the air. The petite woman before her was going to pay, she wasn’t sure how yet, but Regina was very creative and she had all the power in this world. Perhaps she’d move John Doe downstairs to her asylum, or perhaps she’d get the school board to fire her. The ideas were a blur of barely formed thoughts in her mind, each worse than the last.

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Mary Margaret found it unfortunate how used she was to the Mayor’s threats. Unfortunate, yes, for a relationship or mere coexistence based upon threats and frequent disagreements was rather disappointing. The teacher had always had such peaceful interactions and friendships inside that small and limited town that not being able to connect the same way with Regina habitually left her wondering what despicable thing had she ever done to her to deserve such treatment. However, it belonged to Mary’s nature to never interpose in somebody’s happiness to have her own. Therefore, hearing that she’d be punished instead of the boy brought her a strange sensation of /relief/.

“Very well, then. Oh, and /please/—” Interrupting herself, she tried to brush off the eagerness from her voice before she could even reach any further, to the ending of the solicitation she was about to make. Clearing her throat, she proceeded. “Please, let me know if anything changes in John Doe’s family case...”

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[daily-snowing]

# being a real prince farming

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|| Tests will be over tomorrow, so I’ll have the proper time to write & send my replies and possibly start new RPs. So, if you want to RP with me, let me know!

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alluringstubborness:

“I don’t think me and David should be the ones to learn how to knock but also you to learn how to lock.

My, was that disturbing—”

“Well, we’re even now. But for future reference,           knocking is customary when you don’t actually live in the house.”

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“Indeed we are— and you’re right. I’m sorry.” She smiled slightly, shortly after clearing her throat.

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alluringstubborness:

Those two words echoed inside her ears. ‘Snow White?’ Why, Mary felt strangely flattered. After all, as the story books told so, she /was/ the fairest princess. Trying her best not to reveal a petite smile that was daring to curl her rosy lips, Ms. Blanchard cleared her throat out of her distraction and impulsively nodded her head. “Then he surely does have a rather wild imagination. That is goo—” She interrupted herself, figuring that the Mayor wouldn’t quite enjoy the term she was about to use to define Henry’s ability of creating things inside his very own little head. “That’s… Interesting.” Yet again Mary Margaret avoided to look at the woman in the eyes.

Oh if only she knew. Part of her wanted to to spill the truth right then and there, just to watch the bratty princess find out how far she had fallen. It wasn’t worth it though. As much as she missed having a true adversary, she enjoyed seeing her foe taken down so far.  Regina nodded slowly. “I really don’t know where he got that idea from, you two look nothing alike.”

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She cleared her throat with a head shake. “Not at all, you’re right.” Then, with a light frown, the teacher realized something. If, by any chance, Mary doubted that the Mayor was somehow mocking her, or carried anything against her for some unknown reason, those doubts were ceased once that comment slipped out of Regina’s scarred lips. Her voice tone always had a touch of irony which Mary was never quite fond of. “Madam, I do know this is none of my business, but— I would like to ask you not to punish your son. He has done nothing wrong, that is purely a child’s natural behaviour.” She asked, hoping Henry would not pay for something that she had gotten him into. That guilt would consume her for a great while, no matter how theorically small the problem seemed to be.

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alluringstubborness:

Straightening her back, Snow couldn’t help but to open a slight smile at the woman’s comment. “Well, we may be on the same boat, due to the fact that I had to give up my first child the night she was born—” She filled her lungs with a deep sigh before proceeding. “I never actually had the chance to be a… A /real/ mother.”

“And, please, Zelena… It’s in the past. I do believe all deserve a second chance. You’re forgiven.” With a tilt of her head, she glanced over at the redhead’s child, whom was quietly playing with her own petite fingers. “She is adorable.” The princess stated with yet another smile, but this one turned out to grow a tad larger.

Zelena smiled at the compliment given to her daughter. “I’ve been rather lucky to have had such a mild-tempered child.” She briefly watched as Robyn entertained herself, smiling fondly at the girl.

“I want to be able to care for her and protect her if and when the need arises. But how do I do that without magic?”

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Snow kept observing the girl for a little longer before moving her gaze to her very own son, as of habits.

Whilst Zelena spoke, she turned to face her. Although she never did possess any magical abilities, as a mother, Snow could perfectly comprehend the angst the witch had stuck inside her. The fear of not being able to protect her child was something that effortlessly haunted her in her darkest nights and worst nightmares. “You’re a /mother/, Zelena. We have this ‘magic’ inside us that no other being has. However, I do understand where your concern comes from, but I believe there is no such thing as a secret or instant soluction for that— except for practice.” She stated somewhat firmly with a slight shrug. “Building a ‘normal’ life and regular routine is not as impossible as you think it might be.”

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“I don’t think me and David should be the ones to learn how to knock but also /you/ to learn how to lock.

My, was that disturbing—”

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You’ll be dearly missed.

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|| Would love to write with a Robin someday, and have an interesting bandit-to-bandit interaction;

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Good morning, friend— Oh my dear! There’s something wrong… ‘Cause all my words are coming out in song! A rhythm stirs deep inside my soul I’m saying things in ways I can’t control!

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The shipping process:

Muse: -tugs sleeve. Points at other muse- I want it.

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A Forgotten Encounter

‘You caused her death. They all see you as the monster. You’re not even a man, you’re just half of one.’ His mind kept hissing its cruel words, making him see red. ‘Stop. Shut up. I know I can’t fix this. I know what I am. Enough!’ he would growl back to his inner voice. During these times, Edward was at his worst. Whether he was alone, with a mistress who was daring enough to come with him, or in a crowd, these episodes always ended in destruction. Some compared him to Jack the Reaper. Others, they just knew him as Mr. Hyde, a monster of a man with a terrible temper.

That was the obvious, yet confusing part of Edward Hyde: yes, he was the hate and greed and lust from Jekyll. But, he was so much more as well. Where the doctor seemed to have no feelings, Hyde’s emotions knew no grey. His emotions, if not controlled, were explosive. Usually, it was anger, grief, guilt, and hate mixed into one. When the monster showed through his flesh. In an attempt to gain more control over himself, Edward took his nights and walked aimlessly through the forest. It was there, in the pale moonlight, where he felt he could grab ahold of his racing mind and gain some control.

Tonight was different.

Tonight, he decided to take a completely different route. It seemed familiar, with the ghostly fog hugging the ground, yet the atmosphere felt…/different/. It didn’t feel like London, per say. When he looked up, he was shocked to see the sea of stars above him. Only for a moment, he was in awe. Then he pushed onward: if you keep exploring, your mind can’t speak as well.

Eventually, the trees around him became more full and more vibrant in color. He even failed to notice that the fog was long gone. There was something to this forest. What, Hyde couldn’t quite place his finger on it. He froze in his tracks when he heard a twig snap somewhere beside him. Was it a creature? Or perhaps…

“Show yourself!” Hyde called out, his rich voice echoing through the quiet forest. “Don’t try to hide, I know you’re there!”

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As they always say, ‘actions possess no power compared to words’. Now more than ever, Snow White was very well aware of what that saying truly meant.

‘WANTED For crimes against the Queen: Murder, Treason, Treachery.’ said the scrawlings on the parchment poster, with her fair face stamped upon it and scattered throughout the kingdom — very much like a plague. Yet, taking those posters down and ripping them from every tree, wall or door had turned into an unfortunate habit. However, it is true that the more often you read, hear or see a certain thing, the more you tend to believe and trust that information. That was the exact damnable circumstance that haunted Snow’s restless nights. She needed her people to trust her and have faith in who she truly was. They were the dominant reason why she was now living on an eternal run, amid shadows and isolation. If they were to listen to the Queen’s vengeance bathed prattle and lies, the fallen princess would be entirely defuncted.

A bandit. A dog on the run. Certainly not the future she had wished upon a star for, thrown back to when she was a naive infant. In the darkest nights, inside the rabbit hole she now had the unpleasure to call /home/, the royal bandit would dive deep inside the furthest regions within her mind and blame herself. ‘Perhaps it /is/ your fault, Snow.’ She would hear her very own voice spitting her self-loathing statements through an echo. ‘Look at you, running away like a filthy rat, after destroying everything that woman truly had. /Coward/.’

Her feet brought her outside of her warm cave. Using her thin fingers to lift her fabric hood and to cloak her physiognomy, she began to wander in the dark, carrying her wooden bow and arrows behind her back. For quite some time, her distraction prevented her from noticing another presence nearby. Seeing the male figure at once, Snow tried to contain a gasp and slipped behind a thick and tall tree, snapping a branch in the process.

Yet another hunter from the Queen’s patrol? As he spoke, the bandit took a rather slow step aside, revealing her silhouette. She did not dare to protest in any way nor remove her hood, leaving all her features underneath shadows — except from her red lips.

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Edward wasn’t afraid, but he wasn’t comfortable. He felt…uneasy. He was unsure of his surroundings and who or what could be in it. It was only natural for him to react the way he did. However, he wasn’t expecting the willing response.

As soon as he called out to the noise, he noticed the dark silhouette set out of its hiding place. It wasn’t a big figure, but the bow was hard to miss. Hyde narrowed his dark eyes as he studied the figure. The cloak covered the frame of the body, and the hood covered most of the face. All except one feature: lips as red as a rose. A woman.

“My…a woman running about the forest at this time of night,” he cooed. He was tempted to step closer to the cloaked woman, to see what she looked like out of the shadows, but he held himself back. Not now. “Why? Don’t you know how /dangerous/ the forest can be? You can never tell what is lurking behind every shadow.”

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“Then you might as well know that darkness and shadows do not frighten me.” She replied in a somewhat cold tone while pulling the wooden bow from her back — the object which she had stolen from the royal archer, who’s heart mustn’t have been spared. After all, losing his weapon to a mere fugitive equaled weakness, and Her Majesty would not tolerate such unfortunate event among her soldiers.

Nevertheless, she took a second look. From the top of his head – that carried very well-combed dark hair; To the tip of her toes – covered by a pair of sofisticated leather shoes. He seemed rather elegant.

/Too elegant/.

“I could say the same, though...” The bandit paused, giving her cloaked head a vague tilt. Narrowing her distrustful eyes, she proceeded. “What is a man such as /yourself/ doing in these dark woods, hm? I trust you are not one of the Queen’s minions, are you?” Even though the shadows wouldn’t allow her facial traces to be seen, Snow cocked an eyebrow, holding her bow within an even tighter grasp. The large gap in between the both of them forbade her from spotting any familiar details that belonged to his physical appearance.

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alluringstubborness:

Her red lips curled into a quiet smile as she lowered her head. Briefly bitting her rosy bottom lip, she dragged one more chair closer took a sit across from the redhead witch.

Inhaling slowly as she sat down, she shrugged her thin shoulders, finally rising her emerald green eyes to meet Zelena’s. “Well…” She then exhaled sharply, looking around. “I have never had it. I guess I am very much used to it.”

Zelena’s demeanor visibly deflated. “I know you never had it, but surely you weren’t just born with an encyclopedic knowledge of child-rearing. And I can’t keep going to Regina for help every time I have a question. I’m a burden enough to her as it is.”

She felt a migraine developing within her skull. “In Camelot, you offered to share your knowledge with me. Granted I am aware of how I reacted and treated that extended hand.” She gave pause. “Did I ever apologize for that? No, probably not. I am indeed sorry for kicking you… and all the other wretched things.”

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Straightening her back, Snow couldn’t help but to open a slight smile at the woman’s comment. “Well, we may be on the same boat, due to the fact that I had to give up my first child the night she was born—” She filled her lungs with a deep sigh before proceeding. “I never actually had the chance to be a... A /real/ mother.”

“And, please, Zelena... It’s in the past. I do believe all deserve a second chance. You’re forgiven.” With a tilt of her head, she glanced over at the redhead’s child, whom was quietly playing with her own petite fingers. “She is adorable.” The princess stated with yet another smile, but this one turned out to grow a tad larger.

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“I have a fair question... Did Cruella sneeze while doing her makeup?”

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alluringstubborness:

As an involuntary and somewhat protective reaction, Ms. Blanchard took one single step backwards as the Mayor approached herself. “I’m sorry, no—” She frowned both of her eyebrows yet again, taking a good look at the woman before her.

“Does anybody in that book /should/ look familiar?” The teacher replied with another question, tilting her head and shrugging her thin shoulders. Didn’t matter how strange that entire conversation had been so far, now it had just gotten stranger.

Regina stepped away thinking. Good, it was holding enough. Clearly she just had to get rid of Emma. If the blonde stayed for much longer she might lose control of the curse completely.

The brunette laughed cruelly. “Not exactly. Henry believes we look exactly like the characters in here.” She eyed the other woman with a hint of disdain. “He even thinks you look like the fair Snow White.” It took every ounce of control not to spit those words out.

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Those two words echoed inside her ears. ‘Snow White?’ Why, Mary felt strangely flattered. After all, as the story books told so, she /was/ the fairest princess. Trying her best not to reveal a petite smile that was daring to curl her rosy lips, Ms. Blanchard cleared her throat out of her distraction and impulsively nodded her head. “Then he surely does have a rather wild imagination. That is goo—” She interrupted herself, figuring that the Mayor wouldn’t quite enjoy the term she was about to use to define Henry’s ability of creating things inside his very own little head. “That’s… Interesting.” Yet again Mary Margaret avoided to look at the woman in the eyes.

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alluringstubborness:

Gently putting Neal inside his cradle and handing him one of the wooden toys Geppetto had the kindness to present him with, the ebony haired mother folded her arms across her chest as concern took place upon her features, being slightly mixed up with the previous confusion.

“You do?” She asked, vaguely leaning her head to the side. Clearing her throat yet again, she pulled one of the wooden chairs that were around the central table and gestured for her to sit down. “I mean, of course— What’s wrong?”

Zelena, a bundle of nerves, carefully sat upon the edge of the offered chair. She had this planned out in her head the entire trip to the apartment. She couldn’t believe she was being intimidated by Snow White of all people.

“How do you do it,” she blurted out the question. “Without magic. Its exhausting.”

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Her red lips curled into a quiet smile as she lowered her head. Briefly bitting her rosy bottom lip, she dragged one more chair closer took a sit across from the redhead witch.

Inhaling slowly as she sat down, she shrugged her thin shoulders, finally rising her emerald green eyes to meet Zelena’s. “Well...” She then exhaled sharply, looking around. “I have never had it. I guess I am very much used to it.”