poise and composure

[splitqueen]

ʀᴏʏᴀʟ ʙᴀʟʟ

[regalisqueen]

SUN‌: 

Raveena’s arousal was given away by her heavy breathing. Her inhales and exhales made her chest heave, made her corset tighten around her ribs as she struggled to get a breath in around Regina’s fingers— but perhaps, other than her heavy breathing, the dead giveaway of her arousal was the low hiss of  ❝ yesssss, ❞ that sounded more like an inappropriate moan that escaped her lips. This was what she had wanted, this was what made her pliant in Regina’s hands, what made her desire her wife beyond anything.

Shifting so that she leaned over Regina, her hands cupping her wife’s cheeks to tilt her head upwards, Raveena bent down until their noses were touching, her dark eyes that were as black as coal staring into Regina’s pools of ebony. If admitting that she liked it rough got her this, what would she get if she said more?  ❝ Here, ❞ she admitted, bringing Regina’s free hand to her breast,  ❝ this is my spot. Touch me here, take me into your mouth, and I will make sounds you have never heard before. ❞ If she knew her wife’s weak spot, then why couldn’t Regina know about hers? Besides, It wasn’t as if shifting closer to Regina and practically begging her for a good fuck was hiding any intent.

❝ Regina, I don’t need a firestorm, I need you to light a match and let me see you! I want to worship you like this— get on my knees and lick every inch of you. I want you to squeeze a little harder and kiss me until I can’t breathe anymore. I’ll tell you if I can’t handle it, I’m a big girl, your majesty. ❞ A big enough girl who could still speak in rasping breaths even though she found it hard to breathe, a big enough girl to slowly rut against her wife’s thigh because that tile of WIFE gave her the freedom to be as bad as she wanted to be. Raveena wasn’t innocent, so why the hell was Regina treating her as such?

The precious pendant dangling from Regina’s neck glimmered under the shifting weight of her wife. It moved against the Queen’s olive skin, the rich and valuable metal as bright as her Sun, before settling above her heart once Raveena’s movements on her lap had somewhat stilled. It was the one piece of jewellery that never left Regina’s body. Even in the worst of times, even when she wished to destroy the very woman she had married, it remained faithfully around her neck like a promise that she would not break. She couldn’t bear to remove it even though she was under no obligation to keep it loyally around her neck.

Raveena found rough handling arousing. She seemed to enjoy the way that Regina’s fingers were wrapped around her neck with crushing force, blocking her airways and cutting off the oxygen she so desperately needed to survive. She liked it, was encouraging it, and Regina couldn’t help but react as the young woman lit her body with an arousal that she so rarely felt anymore.

❝I only care about what I need.❞ Her voice was low, dangerous, deadly even as she squeezed her wife’s windpipe with a force that was sure to be bruising. She was blinded by her fury, by her anger at Raveena’s insistence to leave, but even her anger was overshadowed by the arousal she felt having her wife on her lap, purring such delightful things about what she wanted Regina to do to her whilst slowly grinding into her lap. At her prompting, her free hand dropped down to squeeze the younger woman’s supple breast over her dress, taking in the information so freely provided to her. Touch me here, Raveena had begged, I will make sounds you have never heard before.

❝Don’t leave.❞ The words were rough, cold, a command from the Queen to her doting wife but honestly... they came out more as a plea. Raveena wanted to leave. She wanted to go back to her castle and have some space from the Queen that she claimed not to feel love for. And Regina... didn’t want her to go. She was proud, and strong, and every bit a Queen. But she had grown weak for Raveena’s company and the both of them knew it. 

Her fingers, which only released her wife’s pretty little neck when the woman’s veins in her head bulged from the pressure, now dropped to link through with Raveena’s. The touch was foreign, a strange gentleness amidst her otherwise rough touch against her breast, but it showed unity, showed a softness not often displayed by the Queen. The wedding ring around Raveena’s finger shone in response to Regina’s magic, the secret words carved in the precious metal showing themselves for a split second in response to the strong feelings and magic rolling from Regina, but the Queen’s dark eyes held her wife’s as she squeezed her breast once more.

❝Don’t go back to your castle.❞ She implored again, leaning in to capture Raveena’s lips with her own in a possessive but surprisingly gentle kiss. ❝Stay here with me, my Sun.❞

[brokenvengeance]

[regalisqueen]

brokenvengeance‌:

            ᴀ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɪɴ             ɪꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴠɪᴄᴛɪᴍ             ᴡʜᴏꜱᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ʜᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛᴏʟᴅ                                                 — ᶜʰʳᶤˢ ᶜᵒˡᶠᵉʳ

[regalisqueen]

So, I’ve decided

I WILL BE MAKING A NEW REGINA BLOG!

The new blog will be canon-divergent and reliant on a lot of my personal headcanons for Regina. I will no longer be following a lot of canon storyline, mainly from season 3A onwards. My interpretation of her will be very dark and mature, and will bring in a lot of “unspoken” things related to canon that the show ghosts over (such as her unhappy marriage, abusive mother, etc). I included some of those things into my portrayal on this blog but I would really like to step it up and explore the deeper psychological scars that such events in her life have created, and her psychology afterwards.

A few of the main points I will be changing:

NO BIOLOGICAL CHILDREN IN CANON VERSES. I will be exploring this in particular on my new blog and delve deeper into her infertility (and the years before she took the potion).

MORE EMPHASIS/EXPLORATION OF CANON RELATIONSHIPS. In particular, I will be bringing in a lot of my own headcanons on certain characters including, but not limited to: Leopold, Cora, Henry Sr., Snow, The Genie, Maleficent, Rumplestiltskin, Jefferson, Tinkerbell, Henry. This only alters my “main” verse and can be changed if one of these characters is interacted with.

NO CANON OUTLAW QUEEN. I don’t like what they did with that ship. I’ll ship it with the right partner and the right storyline, but I won’t acknowledge any canon. To me, that whole mess with Zelena/Marian was terrible.

EXPLORATION OF MAGICAL USE. I will also be adapting Regina’s magic and exploring more of the core of her magic, namely how she is strong in elemental magic but weak in healing and recreational magic. I will also be exploring the cost and effect of magic on energy. All magic comes with a price.

Now it’s just the fun part of making a theme!

[regalisqueen]

Are there any active roleplayers left in the Once fandom anymore? Because I really want to remake my account and get writing again!

[ladiesincaps-blog]

[reginamillsgifs]

                                       336/365 days with regina mills

[reginamillsgifs]

                                         344/365 days with regina mills

[thewritershandbook]

[i-was-always-the-queen]

Requested by @galactic-pirates

Madame Mayor + Sheriff’s debate

[meetmeatmidnightsblog]

— you wanted to see your queen well my dears here she is.

[amortean]

new rule: if your character is a sassy little rebellious spitfire who likes to talk shit, you better be prepared for your character to get hit. 2018 is the year that muns with these kinds of snarky characters accept that there should be consequences to smarting off at the mouth to another character who could easily ruin their fucking day.

if you’re writing a character of high status, immense power, incredible skill, or just someone that you generally would not want to antagonize for shits and giggles, it is not fun feeling as though you have been written into a corner by someone who wants to show off how sassy and badass their character is when you know that your character could DEMOLISH them :T

like, damn, maybe plot together first, or — if you’re flying by the seat of your pants here — let the other person know it’s ok if they fuck up ur muse for being a disrespectful little shit. life is more fun when u get to write fight scenes anyway tbh.

anyway pls respect other muns w/ characters who could fuck your shit up b/c it’s really not fun for them when every other character comes at them with their fists up (verbal or otherwise), yet so few people are willing to let their characters face the consequences of their actions.

[rpmusings-galore]

           wounds don’t ever heal

                  you just notice them less

            on good days, you forget they exist at all

             but, then comes that one word, that sight, 

      that   s o u n d   that brings the pain rushing back

                                    and you realize

                     you never truly stopped bleeding

                            you just stopped seeing it

[hellishsuggestion]

my anger is not beautiful. it is cold and biting, bitter, all teeth. a wounded dog. i am desperate. thats enough to make me something close to deadly

[bekksrich]

I’ll say it again. I don’t think you have any idea of what you’re getting into. How would I describe her? She’s a goddess, I would say.

[yennaslilac-deactivated20220911]

We looked at each other a little too long to be just friends.

[michellepfeiffer]

“I think there’s something going on. I love Lana, so that’s what came across in filming the scenes and we just put that into our characters. And then also those scenes were so pivotal I felt, for Maleficent. You know, she was pretty much done, and that young girl saw something in her. I don’t know, we just kept rolling with that relationship that we felt personally and I thought made sense with the scenes as well.” - Kristin Bauer van Straten on Dragon Queen

[fragilevanity]

Unfinished Business

[regalisqueen]

EX-WIFE‌:

Raveena was so caught up in her own world that she hadn’t notice Regina come in, hadn’t even expected her to help with something so trivial when they weren’t exactly on good terms. Raveena had only her beauty and physical allure to go on when it came to Regina now, her friendship and personality shunned by the woman who claimed to love her — and two kisses later of which both were rejected had Raveena give up any hope of a romantic or platonic relationship with her ex-wife. She was still sort of numb through it all, and the question of what those letters were, what they entailed (apologies, tales of her day, descriptions of their future, stories of her sexcapades and how it made her feel, how much she loved Regina), those were no longer important.

❝ Doesn’t matter anymore, ❞ she said sadly, placing the glass onto a sheet of newspaper she had found, the broken bits of a photoframe wrapped up too. It took nothing for her to snatch the letters from Regina’s hands, her fingers shaking as she picked up the rest and shoved them into the box, all of them that had been neatly stacked and ordered now tossed in there with the picture. It was childish of her to close the box and place it on the highest shelf she could reach, as if that should keep it away from everyone. 

❝ I’ll go get a broom. Maybe you should get a fire going. ❞ And if she didn’t still feel anything toward Regina, she might’ve burnt those letters to a crisp, but the sad fact of the matter was that this entire house was a monument to her. It was large enough for three families, for too many children and grandchildren, for parties and weddings if need be; but it lay dormant with a little girl’s room all set up but never used. 

Regina Mills wasn’t a woman who was so easily brushed aside or distracted from something that she had focused on. And right now? Her focus was on those letters, ones with Regina Mills printed on them with a fine script that was undoubtedly Raveena’s handwriting. And if she hadn’t already been curious enough, if she wasn’t already burning to know what exactly those letters contained, Raveena’s easy dismissal of them only piqued her interest further.

And increased the sickening curl in her gut that told her this wasn’t a can of worms that she wanted to open right now.

❝Raveena.❞ The word came out firmer than she expected, steadier, more patient as her wife snatched the envelopes away and stashed them in her box, as far up on the shelf as she could, as though she could somehow permanently hide them away and her ex-wife would forget about them. As if that would ever happen.

❝Raveena.❞ She repeated again, the name more strained now as she reached out to grab her ex-wife’s arm, preventing her from moving through to grab a broom and ignoring the suggestion that she start a fire. This couldn’t be ignored, couldn’t be stashed away like a dirty little secret, not now that Regina had seen that there was something there and Raveena had made every effort to hide it. And now, with her drying hair crinkling and curling at the ends and her shoe-less toes pressing almost painfully into the floor with the tension in her body, she looked at her wife with imploring eyes as she searched for some sort of explanation, ❝Those letters are addressed to me. What are they?❞