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[bgmoth]

amendlessknot replied to your post “wait, did Wynonna Earp bring back The Blacksmith? Because I stepped...”

Sadly, the major shappic vibes blacksmith was a one time to grace our screens wonder

aww :( I was so hoping they’d come to their senses... thanks for the heads up, I was almost ready to plunge back in

[shadowdianne]

Ask meme for writers: 1, 5 & 28?

Hi! Thanks for the questions! ;)

 1: What inspires you?

Pretty much everything xD No, really, I know it sounds like the standard cliché answer so I will try to be as realistic as possible… I don’t really feel that my brain  ever turns off? So I feel like a part of me is always thinking and adjusting, either small stories or different concepts that I may already have designed for that character or that other storyline. I mean, I don’t only write fics and I particularly adore fantasy and sci-fi so I’m always trying and readjusting new things. Inspiration can appear in different ways as in, a line of a song, a picture of something that catches my attention, even the plothole of a film or scene (lol) that may make me want to write about that particular thing. For fics it’s something more related to the actual fandom though.

5: do you write scenes in a linear fashion or do you write future scenes/dialogues sometimes?

I tend to be pretty linear… but I sometimes have an interaction that I know for sure that needs an explanation so I end up writing the scene before the actual interaction. However, if that’s not the case, I always try to be as linear as possible so I can get to feel the pace of the characters and the way they also evolve as the scene or story does. For me it’s not the same writing about a character being angry that a scene where two characters are pissed but one of them has had a previously written scene with a third character that has make them think about something else that may have its importance in this other scene. 

28: any scene/line you wrote that you didn’t expect to write/that surprised you once it was written?

Yeah xD Characters normally do whatever they want. I remember many times in where, for example and taking my fics, I’ve written Regina behaving in a particular way that even though it’s actually something I may have considered as a headcanon it’s not something I would have said for her to feel natural but due to the scene it is.

Writer’s ask meme

[sarconistia]

Have you ever loved somebody so much it makes you cry?

Yes

-----Send me "have you evers" and I'm gonna answer with yes or no.

[katiemcgrath-lenaluthor]

Prompt for prompt? Emma discovers Regina's mansion has a basement pool.

Sure, why not? I hope you like how this turned out. :)

It was the first week since Emma had moved in with Reginaand Henry to the mansion and it seemed that everyday she discovered a new room,a new space or just something that she didn’t know about her home.

Emma smiled at that. This was the first place she felt likeit was her home, because even when she was living with her parents, the fear ofbeing sent away from when she was in the system hadn’t completely gone away.But with Regina and Henry, she truly felt at home.

 Today Regina had gone to her office while Henry was inschool and she was enjoying her day off from her Sheriff duties. And she wascompletely focused on discovering every inch of the mansion. Starting with thesecond floor where she soon found out that there was nothing than the threebedroom and the door to the attic where Regina had storage more decorationsthan she had ever seen in her life. Everything from Christmas to Thanksgivingto Easter was storage up there. Emma softly smile at the images in her head ofRegina celebrating those holidays with little Henry. Regina had truly been thebest mom she had hoped for Henry when she had given him up.

 She went down to the main floor where she discovered thepiano room and made a mental note to ask Regina if she could play something forher someday. She passed in front of Regina’s office and the library since shehad already known they were there until she came to a door which apparently shehad never seen.

 Emma opened it and found a staircase that led to what shesupposed that was the basement. Going down she began to wonder what couldpossibly Regina would have there. Maybe an in-door gym, or another place to storageeverything you buy but never use but you don’t want to throw out since theremay be a day where you will use; even if you know with absolute certainty thatyou won’t use them.

 Of all the things she could have imagined it was there, shenever though of what was actually there and made her stop dead on her tracks,making her stumble with the last couple of steps. Emma’s eyes widened insurprise and her mouth formed a perfect ‘O’ when she saw a pool. Once theinitial shock wore out she quickly pulled her phone from her jeans pocket anddialed Regina’s number at the Mayor’s office. She waited impatiently for Reginato answer the phone. How on earth had the brunette not told her that they had apool in their basement?

 “Mayor’s office.” Regina voice sounded at the other side ofthe line.

 “Regina! Why didn’t you tell me that you have a pool? A poolin your basement?” Emma said, foregoing the greetings.

 Regina chuckled. “I was starting to wonder when would youdiscover it.”

 “Regina, this is serious. Why didn’t I know this?” Emmasaid.

 “Well, you didn’t ask dear.” Regina replied and Emma couldpractically hear the smirk on Regina’s face.

 “Oh yeah, because the first logical thing that someone wouldask is if you have a pool in the basement. Does Henry even know?” Emma asked,as she moved around the pool. The surprise in her face was still evident butshe was beginning to feel excited of all the things they could do here.

 “Of course he knows Emma. It’s where he learned to swim.”

 “Right.” Emma said. “Can… Can I swim there?” Emma shyly asked.Even if if she lived in the mansion now, there was still a part where shequestioned herself over if she was overstepping, product of her years in fostercare.

 “Emma, you live there now. Of course you can swim therewhenever you like.” Regina answered softly, knowing all too well theinsecurities Emma still had. “Tell you what. It’s Friday so why don’t you waituntil Henry and I come home and we can have a pool day?”

 Emma grinned at that prospect. “Sounds great. I’ll let youcontinue with your mayoral duties.”

 “Perfect, I’ll see you later. I love you.” Regina said and Emmacould never get tired of hearing those words.

 “I’ll love you too.” Emma said back and finished the call.

 Yep, she was going to take full advantage of the pool nowthat she knew they had one in their basement.

Thanks for the prompt and I hope you liked it. Prompt for you: Emma and Regina got stood up by there respective dates, Emma sees her and somehow their impromptu date turned out to be the best date for both of them. For everyone else, I’m still open for prompts.

[red-musings]

Hi Red, do you take prompts?

Sure! I don’t know if I’ll be any good at it but I could take prompts for fanart and/or fanfic. Plus I do owe you a fic to follow that prologue I wrote (which I will write at some point, I promise, life has just been crazy lately). Prompt away! =)

[sapphonest]

amendlessknot reblogged your post:Someone please hit me in the face with a 2x4

I’m all out of 2x4s but will you take a roundhouse kick from JJ?

sounds perfect, that'll do just fine

[wibblywobblyida]

Hydra

I like the sound of laughter and the sound of the ocean. I also am a huge flute nerd, so flute is high on my list. 

[sqslack]

Secret Swanta | Swan Queen # Slack

to: @nenysan​

from: @amendlessknot​

Yellow on Blue

“Come on, Mom!” Henry beckoned excitedly, throwing open the passenger door of the sleek Mercedes roadster.

Regina remained in her car for a moment. She briefly glanced upwards at the rear-view mirror, noting the obnoxiously yellow Bug parked in the distance. Emma had called early this morning. So early, in fact, that Regina had assumed there was some town emergency. She couldn’t imagine another reason for the blonde to rise before eight, especially on a Saturday.

Emma had instructed she bring Henry to the stables, with a breezy air of confidence, as if she had asked – and Regina had complied with – dozens of spontaneous requests in the past. “Wear something you can get dirty in,” she had added lowly before curtly hanging up.

Regina observed her reflection. She ran a quick hand through her hair and stepped outside to join her son. She followed Henry towards the stables, her heels sinking into the dew drenched grass. She spied several buckets of small, brightly coloured balls scattered, somewhat randomly, around the perimeter of the stable. At the entrance of the large wooden doors stood the Charming clan, Granny and Ruby.

Emma thought she would never be so lucky as to witness the day Regina ditched her blazer for casual clothes. In her plain white t-shirt and dark wash denim jeans, Regina still managed to look more put together than all of them combined. She was also, Emma observed, not without her signature black stilettos.

“Really, Miss Swan.” Regina said incredulously. “In what realm did you think I would ever willingly participate in paint balloon fight?”

“It’s paintball,” Emma correct, “And that’s why I didn’t ask. I knew you’d say no.”

“Please, Mom,” Henry begged, “We won’t have even numbers otherwise”

“I’ll watch Neal,” Regina said.

“Come on, Regina. It’ll be fun,” David chimed in.

Snow passed Neal over to Granny. “Yes, I’ll be on your team.”

Regina laughed. “Not if you want me to play. If anyone’s getting taken down, it’s going to be you by me.”

Catching her mother’s eye, Emma smirked.

Ruby clapped her hands together. “Ok then, so it’ll be Regina, David and Henry against Snow, Emma and me.”

Henry passed around small bags of paintballs. “And no magic,” he added, looking between his mothers.

Emma nodded, arming herself with an arsenal of yellow filled paint balls. “No magic.”

Having abandoned her heels long ago, Regina crouched low behind a stack of golden hay, patiently waiting for her last target to show herself.  

Charming had been the first to be eliminated; his lumbering footsteps and laborious breathing had eventually given away his position to Ruby, who had bombarded him, in an extraordinary display of athleticism, with several crimson paintballs. Snow, as she had anticipated, had proven to be a formidable opponent. Ultimately, it had been Henry that had brought her down while feigning injury – a move, Regina had to admit, she was both shocked and impressed by.

Two hours, three rounds and a multi-coloured paint path of destruction later, only two people remained. The others, having grown tired of waiting to see whose competitiveness would prevail, had retired to Granny’s diner for lunch. Regina moved slowly past the paint splattered stalls, peering into each one to check for any signs of Emma’s blond mane.

Regina heard a rustle of straw in the next stall rounded the corner swiftly, her hand, expertly closed around her last paintball. Emma, who had clearly shared her strategy for approach, came to an abrupt halt, managing to avoid a collision.  

Frozen, Emma held her paintball above her head. “Drop it.”

“You drop it,” Regina replied, edging closer.

Regina knew it was just a silly game. Even so, she still need to win. The fierce emerald eyes, only inches away, had no intention of backing down. And so Regina did the only thing she could think of – she leant forward and brought her lips to Emma’s.

The bell affixed to the diner door rang softly as Regina and Emma strode inside. Snow could see a broad streak of purple paint smeared down the length of Emma’s singlet.

“Well, who won?” Henry asked his parents as they reached their table.

Emma flicked her hair to one side, revealing a purple line which, from what Snow could ascertain from her seated position, seemed to encircle her neck.

“I did, of course,” Regina replied matter-of-factly.

“Only because you cheated,” Emma said loudly.

“I did no such thing!” Regina scoffed, sliding onto the bench next to Henry.  “The rules were no magic - I never used any.”

“What happened then?” David asked, cradling a sleeping Neal in his arms.

Emma huffed and Snow observed her cheeks flush with colour as she dropped down dramatically onto the seat beside theirs. “I don’t know, nothing.”

The pair ate and Snow continued to watch them, curiously. Every so often, they would look up, at each other, and then promptly look away. After a moment’s deliberation, she dismissed their behaviour as unusual and returned her attention to stirring the her coffee, busying herself with mixing until she could no longer she the white granules of sugar in the frothy foam.

 “I’m stuffed!” Emma exclaimed, laying a paint smeared hand over her stomach, streaks of dried, bright yellow paint adorning the back of her hand.

“What about dessert?” Henry said, his big, brown eyes looked pleadingly towards Regina.

“Let’s have it at home,” Regina suggested as she stood from the bench. “Emma, would like to join us?”

Emma stared blankly at the former Evil Queen. “What?”

“Unless you don’t have room for dessert.” Regina grinned, almost wickedly.

Snow took a long sip of her coffee and glanced beside her, at her daughter, who had now turned as red as Ruby’s apron.

Emma touched the back of her neck, scratching nervously before she stood to follow. “There’s always room for dessert.”

And in that precise moment, as Regina turned towards the door, David started coughing, violently.

“David!” Snow exclaimed, clapping him on the back. But he only continued to cough, pointing towards the exit.

Snow’s eyes grew wide as she followed his finger to Regina’s departing figure, where two yellow handprints were impressed upon the backside dark blue denim jeans.