❝ i’m doing you a favor , mom. ❞ gentle tapping , fingertips against pursed cherry lips — then shifting , examination of manicured nails , rising gaze to look at the options presented before her.
❝ i think dad likes you more in that burgundy one. ❞ a teasing smile pulls at her lips , despite not being seen — soon followed by soft laughter as princess tosses azure waves over her shoulder. heart fells full , for once — things have fallen into place. ❝ do we have to go to parent’s day — ?❞
‘ favor or not, i don’t take kindly to your tone. ’ though her words sound serious, motherly, there is a lilt to her words that suggest playfulness. she listens, waits for her daughter’s choice before retracting her arm and busying herself with unbuttoning her current garment.
‘ we don’t have to, ’ her words are easy and calm, but she feels a worry brewing in her chest. it seemed to be a regular occassion since she had returned to auradon. on the isle, she knew what to expect ; everyone was so predictable. here, she felt the need to watch her back. ‘ but is there a particular reason that you don’t want to ? ’
OH ! PRINCESS’ FEATURES LIGHT UP , lips stained red seeming to reach the heavens , instinctually leaning into her mother’s touch , warmth radiates , feels it spread across her cheeks , how heart accelerates at the thought of meeting kids her age !
❛ really — ? ❜ naive princess not believing dreams were within reach , it’s too soon ! expression turns to one of worry , chocolate hues reaching her mother’s as a gasp slips past lips , rising far too quickly ! ❛ i don’t have anything to wear ! maybe once we go out tomorrow i can pick up fabrics — ❜ & how she begins pacing , hands resting upon hips , ruby lips pursed. & then a halt , gaze softening as it yet again finds her mother , HOW HAPPINESS IS QUICK TO RETURN UPON FINE FEATURES. ❛ thanks , mom. ❜
‘ yes, really ! ’ soft laugh compliments warmth in her expression well, a gentle grin following it up. evie’s happiness was the only thing worth striving for on this wretched isle, and to see excitement bubble within her lights up the queen’s heart. so much so, that she doesn’t bring up the words that her daughter had already forgotten, instead reassures her.
‘ you would be the most stunning girl in the room dressed in a potato sack, but i’m sure i could get lady tremaine to pass down some of the old fabric she has lying around. after all, ella isn’t around to do the mending anymore, and the girls are hopeless at it. ’ a knowing brow is risen, a shrug of shoulders. despite the dig, regina pitied anyone who was stuck dealing with lady tremaine all their lives. features morph from lighthearted to serious in just a moment, but gentleness remains. ‘ you don’t have to thank me. you’ve never given me any reason to worry about you. ’ even though she still does. ‘ there’s not a single doubt in my mind about you, e. ’
❛ what if it doesn’t work — ? ❜ hesitation , LINGERS UPON BONES , the doubt settling , the fast beating of her naive heart. ❛ we don’t have to do this … ❜
𝒘𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔. 𝒘𝒆.there is adread that seeds at the base of her stomach, blossoming quickly to wrap its dark branches around her lungs, narrowing her breathing just slightly. the pang of regret that rings through her heart is stuffed down, ignored for the time being. instead, she turns toward the mass of royal blue behind her, queenly countenance desperately trying to cover the worry that lurked beneath her surface. deep breath begins her words, gentle yet firm. ‘ we are not doing this. i am. ’ she worries about the implications of those words, quickly explains. ‘ i will not let any of this hurt you anymore. ’ steady and sure is her promise, though as easily as it was made was as easily as it would be broken. ‘ i have to do this, evie. ’
how features BRIGHTEN! cherry lips tugging upward , happiness taking life in the way cheeks are flooded with a rosy hue , & her mother’s words seeming to go in through one ear & out the other , SHE’S EXCITED !
arms are quick to wrap around mother’s neck in a tight hug , A SQUEAL ! hands finding the other’s as chocolate orbs flood with PURE merriment. ❛ i won’t let you down , mom. i’ll make you proud. ❜ it’s the only thing she wanted , her mother’s approval ! how could she not ? she’s all the isle princess had , the one who taught her strength & make-up & spells. she became who she was thanks to her mother , who gave her a home despite the situation they found themselves over petty invitations.
it was not long before gentle expression gave way to one of excitement. ruby lips part in a smile, warm eyes widening and dark brows lifting. evie’s joy was contagious from the time she was born, a bright beacon of happiness in whatever room she occupied.
the queen untangles one of her hands, raising it to cup her daughter’s face, thumb gently rubbing over her cheek. ‘ i’m always proud of you. ’ mind serves her no memory of a time when the young princess had caused her any distress. even when things edged toward bad, she felt nothing but love and pride for the young woman she had risen. ‘ now, i suppose that means we’ll have to go out tomorrow — i’ll have to pay facilier a visit. ’ her tone shows some distaste at the idea, but not enough to squelch the excitement that permeated the air. after all, she had no intention of raining on evie’s parade.
the words seem to hang in the air , surrounding evie — surely , they couldn’t remain in exile for the remainder of their lives — NOT WITH SO MUCH TO SEE ! oh , how the princess is naive! innocent hope flooding fine features — can’t her mother see the desperate yearning she has ? but of course , she also wants to make her proud , evie wants nothing more than her mother’s approval.
a pause , quickly marking her place before shutting the book she’s read for the second time — yet another one about spells ! she always was very dedicated. ❛ i’m just saying mom , our castle can use some — renovations ! what better way to do that than finally getting out ? & maybe i can go to school & learn different spells that might not be in your spell books … ❜ for once , the princess does not exude confidence — someone might say she’s NERVOUS !!
features soften further as realization hits. regina knew her daughter well, could catch every subtle tell that slipped forth. her nerves were enough to tell the former queen that she truly wanted this, and if she was sure, then …
‘ i would never tell you no. if you’re positive this is what you want then … we’ll do it. ’ reassuring smile grows upon ruby lips, but is quickly replaced with a grave look, a single manicured finger raising as she begins to speak. ‘ – but if you start to slip or if you start getting in trouble, you’ll find yourself right back here with me, young lady. i mean that. ’ her warning did little to calm her own nerves. it was hard letting go, but even harder letting go of the only person you had. there would never be a moment she did not worry about evie, but she also trusted her tremendously. she only hoped that regret did not follow.
lonely childhood — how a princess YEARNS ! fifteen years of solitude seemed like punishment enough , certainly royalty deserved better ! but of course , titles were stripped — they meant nothing on the isle. sapphire tresses shield face as mocha hues scan over yet another book on her reading list that was compiled by her mother. and then !
eyes look over , curiosity lingering within them , manicured fingers flipping the page before smile tugs at cherry lips. ❛ mom — do you think perhaps this year , i’d be able to attend high school ? make some friends … ❜ voice trails off , as if the isle princess changed her mind at the last second. what ridiculous idea , surely IMPOSSIBLE ! and yet , hope lingers.
honey - brown irises shift from the print in front of her, a manicured thumb holding her spot as the book slowly shut. her features, though calm and even, hide a pang of anxiety at the query. her majesty had expected such a topic to come up one day, but she had hoped to dodge such a bullet.
‘ high school ?like, with other kids on the isle ? ’ her tone, though open and even, hid a pang of confusion.
exile had not been difficult to the former queen for she did not much care for those who called the isle home. most of them were petty thieves, career criminals, low - lives. the only villain she ever truly respected sent her and her young daughter off to rot on some remote corner off the isle. to think evie wished to expose herself to such people truly baffled her. ‘ why would you want to do a thing like that ? ’
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.
DISCLAIMER. Everything on this blog has been made by me, unless otherwise credited. Regina Mills is not my character. Once Upon a Time is not my show. Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs is not my movie. I donβt work for Disney. I do, however, claim all writing, headcanons, portrayal details, graphics and coding seen on this blog. I do not condone stealing. It will lead to an instant block from me, and trust me, I will notice.
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MUN. My name is Jess, I use she/her pronouns, and I'm nineteen.
MUSE. My interpretation of Regina is entirely reimagined and though the world and story are based around Once Upon a Time, Regina's characterization is not. My Regina is extremely headcanon based with a strong influence and preference for Disney's original Evil Queen. Though I draw inspiration from Once Upon a Time, I do not claim that my interpretation of Regina is anything like her canon characterization.
CONTENT. I do not write smut. I don't tolerate any hate or entertain any public drama. I don't post rude, insulting, or hateful messages, anon or otherwise. All negativity will be tagged as such. I am, above all, here to have fun and be creative.
CONTACT. I'm always available through my askbox, through dms, or on discord. Discord is mutuals only, however, We do not have to be mutuals for you to talk to me ooc. I don't bite and I'm always happy to help with resources, coding questions, photoshop questions, etc.
MORE DISCLAIMERS. I work nearly full time. I will try my hardest to push drafts out in a timely manner, but it will be a process and I don't want there to be an expectation of same day replies.
PREFERENCES AND STYLE. Although I enjoy and prefer a multi - para style of writing, I have no problem with short stuff. One - liners will be far and few, and I write in a detail heavy, dialogue average style. I would not call my style prose - y, but it may lean that way at times.
PLOTTING. I absolutely love established and detailed plots, I love world building and creating universes and plots for our characters to interact within. My dms are always open for plotting with mutuals. No idea is a bad idea and during creativity droughts, all it takes is one idea to get something going.
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
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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.
