i am so very sorry for this but i need to ask: how / where can i find your cora rp blog ?

recently ive come into the ? fifth ?? resurrection of my (long time not visited) ouat fixation and cannot emphasize enough how fond of cora ive been since the first time i managed to watch this show

(its ok if it has since come to be a private matter to you though, or if it is no longer something you are comfortable with)

No, they're not private, and I don't hide them. However, I do use Cora's name as my online alias now. I've tried to wipe all instances of my real name and other identifying information from the roleplay blogs, but if by any chance you run into it there (it's a pretty distinctive name, you'd know it if you saw it,) I ask that it not be used.

There are actually three versions of the blog, the oldest of which can be found here: @sxmethingbreakingarchive. I made this blog in spring of 2014 and kept it through spring of 2016, at which time I felt like that blog was getting very disorganized and hard to manage, so I moved to a new account, which can now be found here: @sxmethingbreaking-a. That blog lasted about a year, I think, where I moved one final time to @sxmethingbreaking, which was the final iteration before I ended up abandoning the muse when I started grad school in fall 2018.

I'm linking you all three because there were story threads and verses that spread across all three blogs. Fair warning, some of the early writing on the first blog is a bit rough, and I don't really stand by all of my earliest interpretations of the character either. Some of the things I wrote back in the day were just kinda weird, I had some bizarre ships, and a lot of my headcanons changed over the years as both the canon of the show and my own personal writing evolved. I mean for context, I think Zelena had just been introduced on the show when I made the first blog. Anything I wrote post season five though (March 2016 onwards) I pretty much stand by, though some of my headcanons and character analysis got a bit...much. I was pretty obsessed and looking back, I'm not sure it was all that healthy lol.

There are navigation pages on all three blogs, though I'm not sure I really recommend using them because I don't know how organized they really are anymore. If you're interested in reading anything specific I'm happy to direct you to some old favorite rp threads, but to start I'd honestly suggest starting with anything I wrote with @villainofthisstory. She was my primary Regina and longest standing rp partner (and still a friend to this day).

To pick out an individual thread to read from start to finish, you should look into the tags on the post, there should be some formatting along the lines of ( thread | name of thread here ). Click on that, then, if you're on a web browser, go up to the address bar and add /chrono to the end. That will take you to the earliest post in that thread and you can read them in order from start to whatever the final post was. I admit, some threads never really finished.

If you're looking for headcanons or character analysis, here's the urls you want:

sxmethingbreakingarchive.tumblr.com/tagged/%28%20headcanoning%20%29

sxmethingbreaking-a.tumblr.com/tagged/%28+how+it+feels+to+be+the+miller’s+daughter+%7C+headcanons+%29

sxmethingbreaking.tumblr.com/tagged/(%20how%20it%20feels%20to%20be%20the%20miller's%20daughter%3B%20headcanons%20)

Finally, I really do not recommend trying to navigate any of this on the mobile app, it's too difficult and cumbersome and frequently just doesn't work right. Use your browser.

oh look a thing for bby!cora; @sxmethingbreaking

“It bloody worked,” Zelena gasped to herself in awe as she looked around her new environment. She knew these trees, these woods. They were the ones she had seen in the background as her mother placed her upon the forest floor, the same setting she had seen played on a loop in each mirror and flat surface of the Emerald Palace for decades.

And there was the Mill but not too many a pace away. And Zelena briefly wondered when exactly the spell had taken her. Had she been born yet? Would she be able to turn it all around before she had even left the womb? Or was Cora mere moments from stepping out of the door to deposit her firstborn for her own greater good?

Her head was spinning, but it was a hopeful sort of elation. Her time travel spell had worked, and now all she needed was convince Cora to change her fate for the better...

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          ❛ if you’re looking for him,  he isn’t here.  he’s not with me. ❜  she could only assume that cora wanted to see rumple, it’s who everyone was after since the curse broke.  they wanted answers from him, and she knew that he had them.  but he wasn’t so easily willing to share details.  it seemed that maybe he hadn’t changed as she previously thought.

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It had been a long and exhausting day. Not in that work had been too busy, but in the way where there hadn’t been enough to do. She’d reconstructed all the crime scenes in her backlog before lunch, and after that she’d even gotten so desperate for something to do that she cleaned her work station. Half a pack of electronic wipes later and there was not the slightest hint of a thumb print to be found. (Evelyn couldn’t even really break up the monotony by going past a certain office with the excuse of coffee. Both detectives were out that day, and though she could hardly stand one, the other put a little flutter in her chest.)

So what does one do when they’ve had a long and excruciatingly boring Friday at work? They head to the bar just across the street with Swyft’s app on her phone’s home screen.

And what does one do after an hour and four rum-laden cocktails and they see the aforementioned detectives just walking on in? Apparently it was to be a complete dork and duck behind another patron of the bar.

“I know what this looks like,” she whispered while crouched down, watching as the two gentlemen continued on. “But one of them looks at me as though I’m a ghost he hates and the other...doesn’t drink and hey! You’re the woman I bought a flower from a bit ago!” Evelyn leaned forward a little. “It joined me on a romantic Valentine’s dinner for one. It was pizza.”

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      “Grandma! Big news! Really big super big news.” She exclaims as she rushes towards her grandma. No need for hellos her news was even more important. Hands are already dropping her bow on the table and going to grab at her grandmother’s forearms. “Girl! There was this girl. Super pretty girl. Oh god. I made of a fool of myself but she seemed to like me? Like I think she liked me!? What if she doesn’t like me? Oh god...what if she does!?” her simple greeting turned into a full on rant and she couldn’t seem to stop herself. 

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      “Aren’t you happy we never had kids.” Tink swept the patio of the many turned over flowerpots worth of dirt. Their granddaughter had the magical ability to get into the most trouble the moments their backs were turned. There she sat in the midst of the growing dirt pile, contentedly squishing her fingers in the fresh soil. Every time Tink had tried to move the pile of swept dirt, the tiny blonde managed to find it all on her own. 

     “At least with grandkids, they get to go back to their mothers at the end of the day.” She huffed and brushed some hair from her eyes. “Do you mind going and getting her cleaned up? If we return her to Zelena like this she’s going to flip.” And of course Zelena had gotten into her fair share of dirt as a child, many a bath were held in rivers while they traveled because the child managed to get herself dirty the second Tink had her back turned. Like mother like daughter, she assumed.

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With Cora by her side it made this whole process a lot easier - as much easier as it could be. Carrying a child to term, having the child, making sure that the kink was certain that the little girl she had given birth to was his. While he so wanted a son a daughter would do. It would have been so much easier to secure the throne with a boy but the king didn’t deny that it was his and Ana was relieved that she managed to make it through all of this without letting the truth slip. Besides, he was rarely around to begin with. 

So small and precious, Ana did not leave her daughter’s side. In fact the bundle was in her arms wrapped in soft shades of Red  when Anastasia came to greet Cora.

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She knows you need to s t o p

she’s a baby she doesn’t know anything

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//that’s generally the accepted definition of bisexuality, but admittedly some of these labels can be pretty subjective based on what people are most comfortable with. I go with bisexual personally because I’ve grown to really identify with that label, even tho the most appropriate definition for me would be “biromantic demisexual.” So that’s just one taste of how all this can get pretty fuzzy at times- don’t feel bad for which label you choose for Ruby! Both work well!

( a lot of the sexuality labels get very complex and i found it difficult to wrap my brain around, especially the intersections between bisexual, pansexual and omnisexual ( and then there’s demi and ace and omg so many sexualities -- it’s beautiful but confusing and a lot to process! ). personally, my ruby herself would identify as bi, namely because she wouldn’t really be up on the terms ( i mean, with all the shit going on in storybrooke and the ef, who tf has the time, right? xD ). pansexual, i realized, was inept, because it implies gender blindness, which doesn’t fit ( like i said, she notes gender, but it doesn’t really sway how she feels about someone/how attracted she is to them ). and again, pansexual was the label i gave her, whereas ruby identifies as bisexual, though she doesn’t really care much for labels and believes in the ‘love is love is love’ mantra ( especially ef red ).

but yeah, it’s pretty fuzzy, but i wanted to do right by both my muse and the lgbt+ community! i realize it’s definitely based on the individual and where they feel they fall, which is why i made the amendment. )

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I’m only cool with this kinda thing if the characters go through the appropriate stages of hate to grudging respect to “hey maybe you’re not so bad” to friendship and finally to love. the whole “bickering is just sexual tension” trope gets r e a l old tho I feel this

oh yeah i love the villain>friend>lover trope to death when it’s done right but it’s depressingly rare to find it done right and it just,, like,, the fandom tendency to be like *points* those characters who never willingly spend time together are In Love Actually baffles me lmao

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It was strange having the palace more or less to herself, though it reminded her a bit of her days striding through the empty halls of the Emerald Palace. Thankfully the servants of Tiana’s, few she had, didn’t run and hide when she came near. It was a nice change.

It was true that she didn’t necessarily mind being alone, but knowing how everyone was off having a life while she roamed aimlessly was a bit irksome at best. Her daughter off on some romantic adventure with Nook’s blonde daughter, the others all accompanying Tiana for some royal business nonsense... Moving to some small farm was sounding more and more appealing. At least then she’d have something to do and reason to be on her own.

A crashing sound caught Zelena’s attention as she walked through the hall, intending to go through the library’s tomes. Her brows furrowed as she realized the sound had come from Regina’s room, and she strode with purpose towards it. If that witch doctor had broken into her sister’s room...

“What..” Zelena gasped at the sight that awaited her after flinging the door open. Was this some sort of trick? Her mother was dead..

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whaaaaaaat. my grandma had a tree in her yard, we’d go out and collect them XD

i’m pretty sure i haven’t seen them before??? i mean i might have at the park but idk

@villainofthisstory‘s mom officially chose a bird over her

can you hear driz shouting in the background “HOW DOES IT FCKN FEEL REGINA???”

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    Robyn was silent as she crept through the town. It eerily reminded her of the night she left nearly three weeks ago. An impulse decision she knew was bad before she even crossed the town line but she did it anyway. She needed to get away. This town felt like it was suffocating her, it felt like the walls were closing in and all she could hear were the whispers and the rumors and she could only feel the looks. She hated it so she left. 

    But the outside world wasn’t a place she wanted to be for long. Not by herself. Not at 16 and especially not couch surfing or hanging out with strangers in abandoned buildings. But she did it and she couldn’t take it back. She had made the mistake in leaving and now she had to face her family and friends and just hoped that they forgave her for leaving. 

   She turned down the familiar street and walked until she paused in front of the large white house. Maybe she should show up in the morning when everyone was awake? Or she could just sneak in and act like nothing ever happened. Highly unlikely. She needed to do this now and get it over with. She trudged up the walk way and slide her key out of the pocket of her loose fitting overalls and slid it into the lock. The click sounded far too loud in her opinion and she hoped that no one heard it which was a ridiculous thought. 

    Once the door was open she peeked her head inside and breathed in a sigh of relief at seeing no one there. She stepped in and closed the door behind her as silently as she could. She walked about the first floor and once she believed that she was in the clear she made her way to the kitchen to grab something to eat since a protein bar wasn’t the best thing to try and get by on. 

Flowers For Ma

The bell rang over the small shop as Lucy hesitantly slipped through the door. More than once, she looked over her shoulder to make sure she wasn’t being followed. Once she saw she was safe she shut the door, shouldering her bag as it started to slip.

The counter was vacant and the youngster started to look among the shop to see if there was any flowers that caught her eye. “Hm, Roses? ....That’s more for Henry to give her.”

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or save to spend on a deposit for an apartment

NOPE this is fun money, EXCLUSIVELY fun money since i’m putting away everything else i earn this summer