without your past, you could never have arrived so wondrously and brutally, by design or some violent, exquisite happenstance
...here.
fencetm said: ‘ aHH STOP! i could’ve dropped my croissant! ’ priorities...
a dark brow rises, unimpressed expression morphing her features at the woman’s dramatic reaction. ‘ you’ve been doing this for how many years ? ’ not that she had forgotten the answer, she just suddenly could not believe it. a breath carries her chest up and back down again, audible in the near silence.
‘ perhaps you should focus more on your composure and less on your pastry. ’ \ @fencetm .
‘ it’s funny - fairytales are supposed to be perfect. perfect princess, perfect prince, happy ever after, blah blah blah. ’ she looks around at the crowded diner in front of them, gaze falling on a few specific individuals. snow was smiling cheerfully at rumple and belle as they said their hello’s, david standing stiffly next to her, trying his hardest to mimic her tone; granny was scolding ruby for something or other in the doorway to the kitchen, pointing her finger as she spoke, a shake of her head emphasizing every few words; emma sat comfortably at one of the middle tables with a coffee mug, looking up as cinderella spoke enthusiastically about something or other. it was the oddest thing she had ever laid eyes on. had you showed her such a picture thirty years ago, she would have laughed.
‘ and yet, we are the most dysfunctional set of people to ever walk this planet. it has to be one big joke. ’ \ @piratehook .
‘ sorry i’m late ! ’ her announcement is as brash as her entrance as she rushes in from the cold, a foil topped casserole dish in her arms. ‘ the lasagna was taking its time. or maybe it was me who was taking my time. ’ she shrugs it off, not giving it much of a thought as she stands awkwardly in the entryway. ‘ did the kids make it home yet ? henry requested lasagna and i figured there was enough to share. ’ the smile that brightens her dark features is genuine, her expression open as she looked down at the dish and back up at the woman, hoping she would show her a place to set it down. \ @fauxcette liked for a starter .
‘ all i’m saying is, ’ whatever it was she was saying, it was quite loud. intentionally, considering his highness was just within earshot. ‘ it’s not exactly hard to keep crime rates low in the woodlands. there’s only, like, five people in the whole fable community who can afford to live here. but let’s ignore the root of the problem, huh ? ’ / @bemonsters .
LIPS REMAIN PARTED, PREPARED FOR SOME FURTHER ARGUMENT. yet, selina decides better of it. suspicion aside, she detects no lie from the witch — besides, selina can’t claim any knowledge of how magic works. but those born with the ability surely aren’t shelling out thousands for it. so whilst her brow stays furrowed, selina eyes the aforementioned drawer a long moment before the witch’s rustling within the kitchen draws her attention back to the present. perhaps, she can wait until she hears the woman out before she partakes from that backstock.
❝ no, i think i’ll pass. MADAME DEPUTY has been on my ass about the ears and tail for too long. ❞ a confirmation of all the suspected burglary wouldn’t make matters any better. frown tugging at her lips, selina’s gaze flicked briefly to the whispering kettle, then back to the witch. an exchange of favours. well, selina definitely didn’t expect that when she embarked on this little adventure. a brow quirked, head tilted. ❝depends. what kinda favour does a witch need from a cat ? i can’t say one’s asked for my services in a few hundred years now. ❞
there’s a mirthless laugh that breaks their silence, accompanied by a roll of her eyes, nod of her head. ‘ i’m just glad she’s taken to getting on other people’s nerves for a change, instead of mine. ’ she’s quiet for a moment before she shrugs off the topic of her step - daughter. she begins to open her mouth, but the whistle of the kettle starts to rise in volume, causing her to turn around and busy herself with fishing teacups from her cabinet in preparation.
once the room is nearly silent once more, save for the occasional clinking of cups and crinkle of packaging and the still - rising whistle of the tea kettle, she starts again, clarifying her previous offer. ‘ well, i’ve never claimed to be a good judge of character, but i pride myself on observation, ’ she begins with words thrown haphazardly over her shoulder, her head turned ever so slightly as to see selina in the corner of her eye. ‘ you’re a good thief. a great one, i would argue. i’ve never heard of someone sneaking this far into the thirteenth floor, ’
‘ and i would imagine it’s not just a hobby. ’ the queen was not oblivious to the state of the fable community, not like the other witches. it was easy to be ignorant, up high in their fancy apartments, effectively running a monopoly on the magic industry. if one was stealing, it was likely to stay fed or to afford a glamour. ‘ i’m just saying i could take care of the ‘ ears and tail ’ issue if you wanted to help me get some … backstock off of my hands, ’
now, had she said the offer had been her intention, she would be lying, but when opportunity knocked, who was she to ignore her ?‘ regularly. ’ she chose her words carefully. everything could be denied if needed. if word got out that a witch was selling bootleg spells, if word got out they were from the thirteenth floor directly ? the bottom of a cold, dark well would surely be waiting for her. discretion was necessary.
‘ regina? ‘ soft-spoken, snow approached her step-mother, smiling politely at their guests. another royal ball, another extravagant event. she glances over her shoulder, her father in good spirits, but snow found herself longing for a moment to just breathe. she thought, perhaps regina would like to join her. snow didn’t think she was enjoying the festivities. ‘ do you want to join me in the garden ? i hoped to make myself scarce before father starts talking about betrothals. ‘
sitting there gazing at the clock, longing for it to strike some hour late enough she could retire to her room, she noticed something. the hours were getting longer. minutes ticked by excruciatingly slow and it just furthered her misery. but, when snow entered her sight line, her expression softened. though she felt a distance growing between them, a nasty effect of pushing people away, there was still a considerable amount of love in her heart for the girl that she could not ignore. ‘ it’s particularly comfortable under the apple tree this time of night. ’ a warm smile lit up her face as she offered a hand to her step - daughter, moving to stand next to her as they walked.
‘ now, would you like to tell me what’s bothering you, or shall we pretend i do not notice? ’
en route home from a medical conference hosted in quebec city, it is only natural for her to make a pit stop somewhere or else the arduous journey back to new york is surely going to wreak havoc upon herself. for what feels like a decade already, addison had long rid of that identity of her’s in the past – the wicked witch of the east, that title holds no value to her any longer ; the vicious eyes of dorothy gale does not haunt her slumbers no more. for once, she is happy. even if she is stuck in a bar in a small town, she is happy. impressed by the selection, she simply orders a glass of apple martini in hopes that conversation would walk through the door and place its reins onto her lap.
thus when the other woman speaks, she simply turns her head around and offers a gracious smile. if she is to speak candidly, addison too, is a lonely soul that seems to call a world without the semblance of magic her home. strange, how this desire of company seems to flow both ways. brow raises, a hint of intrigue lingering on her features as she gives the bartender her thanks for bringing her the drink she requested.
❝ i guess i could use some company. ❞
smile widens, hand extends to reach for a handshake.
❝ doctor addison montgomery. but you can call me addison. ❞
many people wandered in and out of storybrooke on their way to the city. almost none of them stayed too long. the streets were dark and quiet at night, the only people left milling around often alone and unapproachable. in the daytime, locals walked around, caught up in their own stories and far too busy to be bothered with strangers. it was a perfect system – nearly perfect. strings needed only to be pulled occasionally.
‘ i’m regina. regina mills. ’ she offers a well - manicured hand forward, grasping the other’s momentarily before waving to the bartender to replace her now empty glass. fingers busy themselves with tucking a dark tress behind her ear. ‘ well, then. what brings you to storybrooke, addison ? ’ as the mayor, she found it rather difficult to keep up with all the faces that she saw on a daily basis, but as a sorceress protecting a dark curse … it was important that she did. ‘ i know there’s so much to do here, so i can’t quite narrow it down. ’ the sarcasm is clear in her voice. a smile and a nearly inaudible huff of laughter follow.
❛ 𝚒 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 . ❜ makaria speaks up , tone distant . ❛ what could you become if you stopped worrying about death , about pain or loss , about anything ? ❜
‘ i worry little about death. ’ a dark brow is risen as she mirrors the indifference of her company. ‘ pain and loss make you wish for it soon enough. ’ she tilts her head ever so slightly, a shrug pulling her shoulder in tandem. it wasn’t that she called for death, but should he knock she would welcome him in. ‘ what is it that you worry about then, hm ? i’d love some options.’
IT TOOK A FAIR AMOUNT OF STEALTH GETTING IN HERE UNSEEN, especially with the deputy mayor always on her tail about staying on top of glamours. but selina comes to the conclusion of an empty apartment, judging by the darkness and silence throughout, so she goes immediately for the vials displayed on the shelf in the corner. potions straight from the thirteenth floor will fetch a good price. take care of her glamour problem, and then some— but then, a voice cuts through the silence.
the shock elicits a trill from the back of her throat, tail shooting straight up. fingers clutch tight to the vial in her hand as she whips around to find the witch of the apartment standing just behind her, a hand extended. ❝i—❞ selina’s words falter, and she blinks, the remark processing. poison. glancing down at it, she notes the label on the bottle. poison still gets a good price, but she’s not sure she wants to go that route. she frowns at the witch’s extended hand and sets it back on the shelf herself. ❝…that supposed to be a trick ? most people don’t point burglars to the better stuff and offer them tea ,❞ she notes, eyes narrowed with suspicion. still, she cautiously follows to the kitchen doorway, hovering just inside. intrigued, if nothing else.
she huffs a small laugh, amused if anything. ‘ most people don’t havemagic. it’s not like i paid, for the valuables, you know ? ’ her subconscious hangs on her mention of tea, her hands busying themselves with filling a kettle with water. her face was tucked away from the other’s view. there is a beat, a moment of silence, then the ticking of the gas stove, the soft clang of her tea kettle against an eye of the stove. ‘ i like to consider it backstock, ’
‘ but if you prefer, i can call for security. this floor is crawling with it. ’ she tilts her head, dark brows rising in tandem with the movement. a nearly inaudible sigh slips from rosy lips before she continues. ‘ they’d call bigby, i’m sure. he would likely call snow. i don’t think either of us would like that. ’ there is a whisper of a whistle from the kettle, not nearly ready, but getting on. a hum rings in her chest as she finally turns around, an open expression relaxing dark features. ‘ how about you think of it as an exchange of favors ? ’
IMPORTANT.This blog does not follow Once Upon a Time canon. Iβve written OUAT canon as my main verse before, but I no longer will be defaulting to it. My main verse follows the events of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs with influence from ABCβs Once Upon a Time, Vertigoβs Fables comics and my own headcanons and ideas. More on that can be found below, as well as a biography of that verse, which you can find here. I do, however, have a verse that follows Once Upon a Time canon. I will almost always only use it by request. Canon divergences for that verse can be found here.
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IMPORTANT. The nature of a relationship (familial, platonic, romantic, sexual, enemies, etc.) is always open for interpretation, however, I reserve the right not to ship if I don't see Regina interacting that way with your character.
SEXUALITY. Regina doesn't personally identify any sort of way. She tends to follow her heart when it comes to partners, has used sex indiscriminately as a means to an end. Identifying herself in that regard has never interested her, but I often refer to her as bisexual or queer, because she is definitely not straight.
FORCE SHIPPING. Will not be tolerated. Will result in a warning, following a soft block if the problem persists.
NOTE. Just because I may not want to plot a romantic relationship with your character does not mean that I do not want to interact. Sometimes a particular plot or nature of a relationship may not work, but I am always willing to try something new or start fresh with new ideas.
BEFORE
coming soon.
SNOW WHITE &THE SEVEN DWARVES
πΆπ΅πͺπ¬ πΌπ·πΆπ΅ π¨ π»π°π΄π¬ in a castle just across the way, the king and queen of the silver realm lived peacefully. their kingdom prospered and there was little conflict. happily, the realms lived, until a nearby country started to fail financially. desperate to save their kingdom, a war was struck, and nearly all neighboring monarchies were dragged into the bloody feud. favors were exchanged, alliances were formed, and the war raged on for three years.
then, on a day when storms rolled in like a bad omen, among the bustle of the castle preparing for the queenβs birthday, the news came. king daniel was dead. with the loss of their strongest ally, the war was won and the victors took what they pleased. desperate to save her true loveβs kingdom, regina remarried. her mother convinced her it was the only way to save their home. her second husband, the king of the white kingdom and a recently widowed man himself, had a young daughter, snow white. snow and her step - mother, though very different in background, became close. still, regina could never banish the empty feeling in her chest that lingered day by day.
months after her wedding day, a mysterious gift arrived, addressed to her majesty. upon first glance, the strange object seemed to be an ornate mirror, antiquated and dusty. there was no note attached, and thus no trace of who could have sent the package. and so, tentatively, the object is hung in the queenβs bedroom.
it was not long after that regina started experiencing strong emotions, thoughts flooding her mind that had existed only in her subconscious. voices echoing, exacerbating hurt and trauma that she had tried so hard to stuff away. anger, jealousy, regret, pain : they all bubble to the surface, eating away at her heart and at her mind. then, the mirror speaks to her. just whispers at first, but then so loudly she could no longer ignore it. they like her more. sheβs fairer than you. she is loved. you are not. the kingdom will never love you. the only person who would ever love you is gone.
it was enough to drive anyone mad. insecurities consumed her, hatred growing like weeds in her heart. denser became her rage the longer she endured the kingβs cruel treatment and disregard for the kingdom that was once herβs. envy pointed her attention to his dear snow white. dark thoughts clung to her mind like cheap window drapes as the mirror chipped away at the goodness in her heart. it wasnβt long before she decided: the king must die.
poison would be the culprit, slipped into his wine, taking him in his sleep. though she wanted nothing to do with his country, her own kingdom was her right. still, talks of a coronation for her step - daughter began, regina once again looked over and ignored. desperation caused her to seek out a dark wizard, pleading for his help with what little was left of her. he told her he could offer her a way out, could teach her the black magic her own mother had practiced in secret. with seemingly nothing left to lose, she went under his training, planning for the moment she could take back what was herβs.
in the time between, snow white was dressed in rags, hidden away from the rest of the kingdom βtil she seemed more like a myth than a princess. she was distracted with chores and other petty activities as the queen stayed hidden away, waiting...until one day, a young prince found himself in their garden, smitten with the princess. watching from her room, regina knew she had little time left. she employed a huntsman to follow the girl into the meadow, to cut out her heart and return it to him.
though the huntsman bought the girl time, his stunt only angered the queen further, and she ran to her dungeon to brew a spell so volatile it would rid her of her problems once and for all. a beautiful red apple, shiny and bright, would be her weapon. an old hag, dressed in a dark cloak was her disguise. then, she headed past the seven hills, delivering snow whiteβs fate to the doorstep of the seven dwarves.
true loveβs kiss would prevail this time, though. her curse would be broken and snow white would go on to marry the prince. it was happily ever after, or so they thought. the loss only provoked regina further, sending her searching for a way to exact revenge once and for all. a dark curse: one which would bring them to a world with no happy endings, void of magic and mystery. a land without magic, plagued with despair and tragedy. it was there that regina became the mayor of her small town: storybrooke. nestled right next to new york city, on the border. there, they are integrated with this worldβs society, everyone but regina unaware of their pasts.
AFTER
coming soon.
CROSSOVER
DESCENDANTS. A queen with no crown was hardly a queen at all. And regina; without her magic or her mirror, was weak. She was left to pick up the broken pieces her broken curse left behind. When the mirror was shattered, when all of the villains were stripped of their powers and sent off to the isle, the former queen was left a shell, powerless and vulnerable. / FULL BIO.
DESCENDANTS ALT. Regina is the daughter of the queen of hearts, princess of wonderland and heir to the throne. Though the kingdom fears her motherβs wrath, the princess is beloved for her kindness, despite her unfortunate inheritance of the queenβs temper. When king beast banishes the villains to the isle, he banishes the queenβs entire court, including regina. Her appeal will not be accepted for over a decade. / BIO UNDER CO.
FABLES. After escaping the Homelands, preceded by a promise to be rid of the magic mirrorβs curse, she joined a group of witches and warlocks who used their powers to protect fabletown. The former queen resides on the thirteenth floor with her fellow witches, but doesnβt always agree with them. the monopoly they held over magical spells and enchantments had never set well with regina, but there was little she could do about it. Right ? / FULL BIO.
