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[findusinthelibrxry]

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(The all you need to know about this blog)

Hello there, I’m Feblin (they/them), here’s some starter in for about me. I’m a 25+ year old RPer with at least 9 years experience (somehow I still struggle, but that’s off topic), with minor dabblings in gif and icon making. I mostly write para but please don’t feel you need to match my length, I just get carried away writing sometimes. This is a semi-selective, OUAT multimuse RP page. Sometimes I will branch out into other franchises (past muses stem from Penny Dreadful and Lost Girl), but mostly I stick with OUAT because I’m a sucker for pain apparently. I will RP with most characters (canon/OC). Whilst this is a multiship blog, if you want to ship our muses please dm me as I am selective on this (I’m mostly f/f exclusive because it’s what I know).

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werepuppyred (Ruby)

awkwardsaviorswan (Emma)

sicklysweetpoison (Regina)

findmeinthelibrxry (Belle)

[onceuponadaily]

[snaperocksthetardis-deactivated]

hetero my ass

[rowark]

lol I love when Emma says this line, because she’s trying to one up an MASS MURDERER by cutting a limb off a tree… and surprisingly, it WORKS!

[rowark]

Hey! It me! My old blog!

[poohsources]

lack of interaction ≠ lack of interest. sometimes, life gets in the way, or my muse doesn't cooperate with me the way i want, or i'm simply too anxious to take the first step. but just because we currently don't have any interactions going, doesn't mean that i'm not interested in writing with you and your muse(s). maybe the perfect opportunity hasn't presented itself yet, or i couldn't think of a good enough plot but that never ever has anything to do with you. after all, we're mutuals for a reason and that's usually because i enjoy seeing you on my dash and would love to write with you ― whenever that may happen.

[queer-boo-radley]

regina mills apologist till the day i die

[starsandscars81]

shoutout to that “protect trans kids” flag in billy maximoffs room

[unstablecryptid]

[iamnotmygrandfather]

Do you know why I love lots of threads with the same person? Because if on a particular day I have no idea how to answer a thread, having multiple threads allow me to keep playing with a wonderful person no matter how my brain is an idiot. So yes, no matter how much threads we have together, just keep on sending stuff if you want. You’re never bothering me.

[lcveisweakness]

findusinthelibrxry​:

She focussed her ears towards the direction her queen said and just before they were teleported out of the way she caught eyes with her old friend, bow in hand having just released its arrow. Landing in their new location she had to readjust for a moment before refusing her eyes on Snow, not surprised to see Charming a few paces behind her. Out of habit Red put herself between the two queens, shielding her lover from their enemy, glaring back at the White Queen, daring her to try something.

the queen’s eye hadn’t left snow’s after they relocated. the only break when red had stepped in front of her. “don’t.” she reached her hand to her wolf’s shoulder. “we know she will not hesitate.” she saw the glare in her enemies eye as her hand had made contact with red. “despite your stubbornness to be here, i don’t wish for you to be hurt by her anymore than you already have. this ends here.”

[findusinthelibrxry]

Red didn’t look away from her old friend as she notched another arrow, daring the White Queen to take the shot as she hoisted the sword in a defensive stance. That’s when she noticed it, the stillness in Snow’s stance, the reluctance to release the arrow. “Her guards might not hesitate, but she is” she noted with a smirk. That’s when she saw it, the faint blue glimmer surrounding the arrow head. “Something’s not right” she whispered as took a step away from Regina, ready to finally finish this fight. With her focus solely on Snow, Red failed to notice the sudden lack of Charming behind. Just as the arrow was released from its bow Snow yelled a commanding “NOW” and she turned too late to see the chain net hurtling towards her before enveloping her. The last thing she saw before blue mist took her away was her Queen.

She woke to the smell of damp and dirt. The feel of heavy chains around her wrists and ankles as she scrambled to her feet. She cursed as she realised exactly where she was and exactly who’s dungeon she had been teleported to.

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The almost warning of death made Emma snatch her hand away from the latch only seconds before it and the door disappeared completely. She wanted to glare at the queen for taking her options away, just like her parents, but hadn’t she herself made the choice to step into this carriage?

“So… you really are her then?” Emma resigned herself to sit back in the chair, hands wrung in her lap and head hung low in solemn thought. She didn’t want to think about going back to her kingdom and what consequences that would invoke, but nor could she imagine what life under the Evil Queen would be like. Regina had said she wasn’t a victim and would have killed her already had she wanted to, but if stories were true, Emma was sure this woman could conjure far worse things than death.

[lcveisweakness]

the entire display was almost amusing to the queen. but she found herself to be more irritated, "yes dear, i am." brown eyes moved to look at the blonde. with a roll of her eyes she conjured a window in the other side of the carriage to give emma a feeling of not being completely trapped.

"am i the scary monster you imagined?" regina was curious, she knew of the stories, the rumors.. she was a monster, she knew that. the things she had done to get away from her own personal hell and to where she was now proved that. but she was still human, a woman. and the queen saw a bit of herself in emma, just a bit. "i assume you have questions, i suppose i can grace you with answers if i want to give one."

[findusinthelibrxry]

Emma’s focus remained on her hands as she contemplated her options, only breaking away to look out the newly conjured window as the warmth of the setting sun hit her face. There was a lot that Emma wanted to ask, but how to word them was a difficult conundrum. What idiot accuses their saviour of being evil, even if all the stories were true?

“You’re not a monster” Emma said after a long silence, and only marginally scary, she added in her head. “You could have let those guards take me back, I wouldn’t have blamed you, you don’t even know me, but you didn’t. A monster wouldn’t help a stranger in need.” She would save her questions for when they were fully formed, for now she would enjoy the carriage ride through the sunset and into the unknown.

[wavememes]

Headcanon Meme [Part Two]

Following on from a previous meme posted here, from deactivated user herebememes. This is my own continuation.

🎶 - what is your muse’s favorite song?

👀 - how curious a person is your muse?

💐 - how often does your muse give or receive flowers?

🙏 - does your muse engage in religious rituals, either because of their own beliefs or to respect the beliefs of those around them? If so, give an example.

📢 - how vocal is your muse about their political beliefs?

💀- does your muse visit or avoid graveyards or other places where the dead are buried?

🐈 - what is or was your muse’s favorite pet?

🥹- is your muse a naturally emotional person?

🕵️‍♀️- does your muse have friends who are police detectives? How did this friendship come about?

👽- is your muse an alien? What was their experience first meeting a person of another intergalactic species?

👻- has your muse ever had encounters with ghosts?

👵- is your muse close with their grandparents?

👩‍🦰- how often does your muse dye their hair?

👨‍🦳- does your muse prefer their romantic partner to be older?

🧚‍♂️- does your muse believe in fairies or similar creatures?

🙋‍♂️- how often did your muse ask questions in school?

🐔- does your muse keep chickens?

🦅- what is your muse’s favorite bird?

🚜- does your muse work on a farm, or have they ever wanted to do so?

🕷️- does your muse like spiders?

🌕- how often does your muse think about the moon?

🍎- does your muse eat healthily?

🍔- what is your muse’s preferred fast food restaurant?

🥓- what is your muse’s favorite breakfast?

🥗- what kind of salad does your muse order when eating out at fancy restaurants?

🥋- is your muse proficient in self-defense techniques?

🚝- how often does your muse take the train?

🏢- does your muse live in an apartment?

🏩- how often is your muse in the hospital?

🏦- how often does your muse visit their bank?

📱- what kind of phone does your muse own?

📀- how does your muse listen to music?

🗜️- does your muse fix things themselves or hire someone to do it for them?

☎️- does your muse still use landlines?

💴- does your muse carry currency on their person or use a credit card?

💎- does your muse like shiny things?

🧨- does your muse like explosives?

💈- how often does your muse visit a barber or hairdresser?

🛍️- does your muse treat themselves often?

🎉- does your muse like surprises?

🎎- how often does your muse visit other countries and delve into other cultures?

🛒- does your muse go shopping for themselves or do they have a personal shopper?

📪- does your muse get the mail every day, or do they let it accumulate?

✂️- does your muse enjoy arts and crafts?

☢️- does your muse live near a radioactive site?

👨‍⚖️- does your muse have knowledge of the law?

🥰- is your muse open with their affection?

👣- does your muse enjoy walking, either for their health or for recreational purposes?

🫂- is your muse a hugger?

🫀- does your muse have any health issues others should know about?

[End Part Two]

[kjtcompany5-deactivated20230320]

I don't 'write' my characters, I just watch them do stupid shit and write up the incident report.

[findusinthelibrxry]

“Your shirt is on backwards.” to emma from regina <3

At the sound of a knock at the door Emma had rushed to get dressed, not wanting to be caught naked with the mayor in her office. She’d just given Regina ‘the nod’ to assure they were both decent before opening the door when Regina uttered those words. Her eyes blew wide as she hastily readjusted her shirt, almost completely missing the arm hole in her hurry. Finally satisfied that she was indeed correctly dressed she opened the door to the unwanted visitor.

[lcveisweakness]

@findusinthelibrxry / cont. from here

regina regarded the younger brunette carefully. the way she paused to gather her words, the words themselves sobered the mayor a bit. she stood a little straighter, hearing the serious but hesitant tone loud and clear. she wouldn't lie and say she hadn't had similar thoughts recently.

brown eyes met brown and she nodded. "would you tell me where this is coming from all of a sudden?" she leaned and took red's hand pulling her to the couch to sit. "i promise to answer, just.. you look a bit.." she reached up and fixed a few out of place strands for the other.

[findusinthelibrxry]

Ruby didn’t resist as she was led down to the couch to sit beside Regina. If she were honest, she didn’t know where this had come from, maybe it was the fear of the past coming back, maybe she was worried Regina would see her for the broken monster she was and not want anything to do with her, maybe she just needed sleep. Wolfstime was just around the corner and she was always more emotional in the week leading up to it, she needed to know that Regina wouldn’t shun her for the monster inside as so many had before. But then Regina’s hands are in her hair and delicate and caring and she took a breath to calm her racing brain. “I’m sorry” came the sigh, “it’s coming up to… that time and… I know we haven’t put a label on what we are yet, but I need to know you’ll still want me after I… change…” she confessed. “

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She isn’t denying it, was all Emma could think in that moment, causing her to back away from the brunette slightly. “So it’s true” she resigned herself to admit. All those stories of curses and threats and wars, they were true. And she had run right into the Evil Queen’s arms. If it was all true then there was no point regaling it to the woman who caused all that pain in the first place. She looked away from the woman in front of her, instead laying her eyes on her own lap where her hands fiddled with themselves, then out to the world passing by the carriage. The door latch caught her eye and she rested a hand on it, wondering if she would survive the jump out of a moving carriage. Wondering what her fate would be if she did, or what it would be if she stayed put.

[lcveisweakness]

the queen hummed and shrugs her shoulder, "depends what you've been told." her chin held high, she turned to look at the princess. seeing her hand on the latch of the carriage she sighed. she saw the contemplation in emma's jaw, "the chances you survive initially are high, but infection is a killer, princess." the implication of not having royal medics and house doctors heavy. if emma jumped and managed to get away, she would have no help. she waved her hand and the latch and door disappeared. "safety first." her tone wasn't harsh or gloating, she was serious. she couldn't trust the blonde not to harm herself in what ever degree of shock she was in from learning the truth.

"now, you can either trust that if i wanted you dead i would have done so already, or don't. i don't quite like to play with my victims. not that you are one."

it was a cruel joke, but funny to her nonetheless. she went on and watched back out the window. "if you wish to go back to your castle, then i can take you there. if you wish to live a life for yourself, well.. i suppose i could aide in that too."

[findusinthelibrxry]

The almost warning of death made Emma snatch her hand away from the latch only seconds before it and the door disappeared completely. She wanted to glare at the queen for taking her options away, just like her parents, but hadn’t she herself made the choice to step into this carriage?

“So… you really are her then?” Emma resigned herself to sit back in the chair, hands wrung in her lap and head hung low in solemn thought. She didn’t want to think about going back to her kingdom and what consequences that would invoke, but nor could she imagine what life under the Evil Queen would be like. Regina had said she wasn’t a victim and would have killed her already had she wanted to, but if stories were true, Emma was sure this woman could conjure far worse things than death.

[lcveisweakness]

@findusinthelibrxry / cont. from here

the queen had no doubts the princess's parents had jumped at any and all opportunity to tarnish her name. besides, practically the whole realm knew who and what she was. The Evil Queen. what a title to have, what reputation to uphold. "i am sure you have, dear." she said stiffly, her eyes going back to the forest. "care to share?"

despite these facts, regina had no other intention than to give the blonde a life she wanted, rather than assigned. it was almost a shock when the product of true love herself, told regina her parents wouldn't let her marry for love. the brunette had made a choice then. and she really hoped she wouldn't regret it.

[findusinthelibrxry]

She isn’t denying it, was all Emma could think in that moment, causing her to back away from the brunette slightly. “So it’s true” she resigned herself to admit. All those stories of curses and threats and wars, they were true. And she had run right into the Evil Queen’s arms. If it was all true then there was no point regaling it to the woman who caused all that pain in the first place. She looked away from the woman in front of her, instead laying her eyes on her own lap where her hands fiddled with themselves, then out to the world passing by the carriage. The door latch caught her eye and she rested a hand on it, wondering if she would survive the jump out of a moving carriage. Wondering what her fate would be if she did, or what it would be if she stayed put.

[lcveisweakness]

❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜ - Emma or Ruby to Regina

they mayor smirked, her head tilting in consideration. "the way you nearly bust down my door, when you barged in.. has me begging to differ, dear." pushing her chair back and standing, rounding her desk to lean on the front.

she met the eyes the woman who had come to her place of business once or twice before for pleasure. but the expression in the others face had her skeptical.

"so what can i do for you, red?'

[findusinthelibrxry]

She had been so confident when she stepped into the mayor’s office only moments ago, ready to lay down some boundaries to their… relationship… that was until Regina gave that signature smirk and now her bravado was faltering.

“I didn’t- I mean I…” use your words Red, she heard the mayor’s voice in her head. “We need to talk about this… us…” good start Ruby, she chastised herself. It was the way Regina looked at her that always had her flustered, the way she would drag her eyes down and up her body like she was already undressing her without a second thought, it almost had her on her knees now, but luckily she managed to hold firm. “We need- I need to know what it is you want from this.”

[lcveisweakness]

they called you The Evil Queen. why did they call you that? - young Emma and Regina in EF?

regina looked straight ahead out the carriage window as the blonde questioned her, “are you asking because you don’t have any clue?” she looked over to the other and arched a brow. “or because you know.”

[findusinthelibrxry]

Running away from her parents had seemed the only option at the time, not wanting to be married into some political agreement. She knew the woods were dangerous, but she didn’t care as she hid from the soldiers pursuing her. They only caught up when she fell in the road, almost being trampled by black stallions pulling a blacker carriage. Then there was Regina standing above her fending of the knights with a wave of her hand. Now she was riding in said carriage back to who knows where, all for the promise she would be safe from her parents.

Emma had heard tales of the Evil Queen, how she had threatened her parents many times in many ways. She had conjured images of this mysterious witch in her head over the years and none of them fitted the woman sat in front of her. “I… heard stories growing up…” that was all she was willing to admit to; whether because she was scared of the truth or because she already knew it. If Regina admitted to it, she wasn’t sure how she would cope.