tiny sneaky semi-promo to say I’m moving Emma and many other muses to elesmuseshub (still only desktop friendly), so in the next days I’ll try to find out if I can... roleplay part-time? May be more selective (or not??) when following back and still figuring out what it will be and what’s needed because I will not rp 13 hours a day anymore, but still!

I’m not expecting people to re-follow me but I think it’s nice to let people know they’d be welcomed and I’m not like... ditching and changing identity lol also if you do re-follow and I follow back and we had verses, they still exist if you want them to continue. 

Thank you!

whoever sent this, thank you so much??? I have no doubt it’s reciprocated because I adore everyone here and I miss being able to write like I used to! Hopefully eventually I’ll find some decent rp-life balance again lol 

THANK YOU, but also you are a wonderful person for taking the time to make someone’s day so much better!!! 

positivity for thecharmingknightemma : Shoutout to @thecharmingknightemma for being an absolute joy to talk to and write with! She’s a fantastic writer and I adore our threads! <3 <3 <3

💃 Happy International Dance Day 💃

but really this image

gimme more princess emma rescued by some ship-person  and she’s very down, or hey she’s in the ‘mad hag’ verse where her mind went to hell because of her memories and she keeps getting confused and is seemingly lost  Whichever it is but then feels come up 

📸 Daily Jen Pic

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Jake snickered. “At least you, my Blonde Charles, are quite pretty. Can’t say the same about Charlie boy though…. Pretty? Nah.” He grinned, chuckling to himself as he listened to Emma talk about herself.

“I’ll never move on.” Jake promised, nodding along with her joke. Luckily though, they managed to escape. He breathed a sigh of relief before starting to jog, gesturing for her to follow. “You’re gonna love Mary’s. It’s all day breakfast tacos.”

“Emma Blanchard-Nolan. Lovely name.” Jake smiled again at her. Couldn’t seem to stop. “Yeah, I’m not intimidated. I’d try and clock you, but you would give me a run for my money, but I happen to like that a woman!” He explained jovially.

“I eat pizza for breakfast sometimes, and it’s usually cold from last night.” He started in on facts about himself. “I unironically have the name Jdawgcop on Twitter, because as a twelve year old I thought it was cool. Now of course, I know that it’s a little cheesy, but eh. I’ve kept it.” Shrug.

Pausing as he thought of what to say next as they walked, he continued.

“Uh, brief romance with an officer in my squad, but she got promoted so that’s done.” he made a face. “Now we’ve got the bromance between Boyle and me of course, but that rivals no woman.” He joked.

“Oh poor Charles, he’s cute! He has... uuhhh,” she hesitated - what were his physical qualities? - and then grabbed the first good thing she could think of: “Big eyes!”

 Emma grinned: “You assume I can fight but I could be a bounty hunter who just shoots at people... ah, well, my arms kinda give it away. But I appreciate the not trying to clock me all the same. Uh also I don’t shoot at people at random, as I should point out when talking to a detective...” 

Instinctively she patted his arm when he spoke of having had a breakup, but he returned quickly to Charles. Best not to pry and risk ruining his mood, not when she was basically a stranger. “Bromance is my thing, Jdawgcop, I’d never knock it. And Charles told me you are the most amazing person in the universe, infallible, genius detective, super cool...” she teased, “Clearly yours is going amazingly well. I was supposed to be intimidated too, you know. Meeting a New York hero Jake Peralta now known as Jdawcop. By the way, yes to good pizza but I’d disintegrate if I only had that for breakfast, I’m always running... so I have a cook who makes me big healthy ones and then I can add some pizza if I want. I am known to be too dangerous to be left anywhere near the stoves.”  

Emma knew he would it right away, like counting to three and doing it at one, and she gritted her teeth to hold back a cry. She refused to make things even more difficult for him. “Oh, I’ve got a pretty boy taking care of me and a bunch of cute ones guarding my things outside, who’s doing better than me?”  What else was she going to say, that it hurt badly? It wasn’t as if he couldn’t tell just by looking at it. Or at her.  “You on the other hand, honey, look way too upset,” she reached up to tap on his nose once, “I’m used to this, you don’t need to worry. I get hurt all the time and walk it off. Between all the bad guys I meet and the ones who follow me so they can try to kill me, I fight so much all the time that it would be weird if I didn’t get a little bit stabbed there and then, I battle more in a week than some people do in months.”

@thecharmingknightemma​  said:🤕 + reverse - hello I’d very much like a Harry taking care of a very wounded emma

harry was used to cleaning up wounds. the blood never bothered him, but the pain emma was in (though clearly trying to hide) was what bothered him. he pulled the cork from the bottle of rum out with his teeth and spat it on the ground. “brace yourself, love. this is gonna hurt,” he said, though he gave her no time to react before he poured out the liquid onto the affected area, grimacing. “so sorry, darlin… y’alright?” he asked, taking a drink from the bottle before placing it on the table next to him as he began to dab at the outer edges of the wound.

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Jake laughed. “OK gorgeous, whatever you insist upon.” he teased. “Blonde Charles will be your name, until you tell me your full name and the last four digits of your Social Security Number.” He said, seriously and then broke into a smile. “Kidding.”

“Come on then, don’t worry. I got your back. We’ll take some cookies here, and some soup — Charles loves it when I take his soup even if I just pour it down my drain later. And then we back out slowly.” Jake slowly whispered to Emma.

“But yeah, love you too wifey.”

He finished up grabbing some cookies, letting her grab the soup and led her out towards the door. Hopefully they wouldn’t be interrupted.

“Consider that you are saying you want to marry a blonde Charles and see if that sounds good enough to you,” Emma teased.  At least he also didn’t want to hurt Charles’ feelings, she had noticed not all Boyles were treated with kindness even if they were sweethearts.  “If we don’t make it out, go on without me, we don’t need to die together for this,” she whispered dramatically, careful not to look back as they were heading out. “Just remember me. Remember what we had.” 

Obviously, with the Boyles hoping to acquire Jake in some way, they weren’t bothered, or not yet. She didn’t know what to expect later. “Emma Blanchard-Nolan. That’d be my full name,” she added as soon as they were stepping outside and into freedom, “And because this is the facebook searching who you meet as soon as possible era, you’ll find right off the bat that my parents have money, that I do a lot of stupid stuff in my free time, I have an insane number of friends there and at first sight I can appear intimidating for about two seconds, because I overwork too, but you already know I’m Blonde Charles so hopefully you can skip that feeling. Because obviously I’m not the perfect rich genius philanthropist iron man style I look like on paper, I’m eating cream with bagels and I’m about to try the soup even if I know it’s bad because you said it’s bad.” That seemed an appropriate introduction for someone who, unlike Charles, may actually look her up on socials. “What about you? Hit me with random facts.” 

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Jake grinned at her. “Who says it’s a joke, Blonde Charles?” He said playfully. “You’re beautiful, funny, nice to kids, and you like Die Hard! How could I not shoot my shot?” he said.

“Oh my god. Are you suggesting that I like to eat?” he raised a wiggling eyebrow, grinning. “I mean, you wouldn’t be wrong. Surely this dad bod can tell you that.” He quickly amended as an older Boyle came by to get food as well.

“Right, no bagels. Got it.” he muttered. “Thanks.” he smiled at her. “What do you recommend, then? Or should we roll out of here?” He offered. “There is a great bakery down the street.”

“Please go on with the beautiful part, that’s the most important thing to me,” she joked with a straight face, and then started giggling again: “Blonde Charles...” she repeated, shaking her head.

“Dad bod, seriously?” she couldn’t stop grinning, even if the sight of the food meant danger now, “For your information if you can cosplay Die Hard and say a couple of lines I’m sold regardless of your body type, that’s just how it is.” 

A bakery sounded like a dream. On a normal day already, but even more so now. “I may actually be in love with you,” she informed him, “No, okay, listen ,we can’t be caught, if we hurt their feelings I will literally die. I’m going to grab some more food so we can say we’ll eat while having a walk or something. Their eyes are very big, I can’t survive their pain.” And then she’d have the chance to get to know this cute friend of Charles, who had been described as such a big hero she had expected to be mr. Perfect. Of course the real thing was much better, considering he loved Die Hard too.  

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“I think you’re the first person to ever attempt conversation with the Dark One.” He poofed up a drink for each of them, two golden chalices filled with pure water. “Just water.” He promised, though he knew she had no reason to believe it. Or him.

“You know… Maybe I’ll attempt a first too,” The Dark One said thoughtfully. “Depends on your attempt at the conversation. Can you keep up with me, dearie?” He challenged.

“Really? That’s so weird,” Emma asked with genuine surprise. Who wouldn’t at least try to talk to someone so powerful and mysterious? She took the water while chewing a bite of her sandwich, wondering if he didn’t at least have drinks with the Enchanted Forest official bad guys. 

“Hey, I already told you I’m an idiot,” she retorted with a laugh, “I can give you a confusing but lively conversation if you want to try it. You should fill these with ale next time, for a real friendly chat.” She took a sip of water, since the guy didn’t really need to poison her anyway, and looked around for a place to sit, “If people don’t talk to you, how does this usually work? You show up, ask them if they want to make a deal, they immediately offer important things and... the deal is made and you leave?” 

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Jake grinned wickedly at her statement. “Yeah! Love them too, but you’re right. Eating children is bad. Hear it’s called cannibalism, you know what that word means? Being FED UP with people!” He made a drum sound in the back of his throat to emphasize his joke.

Jake flashed Boyle a frown for being so suggestive when he had barely had time to meet Emma. Nonetheless, he grabbed Emma’s arm with his hand and stuck it under his shoulder. “Leggo, wifey.” he teased.

“I’m personally in favor of blowing the party up,” he offered, leading her to the buffet table with a smirk. “….I hear you like food. Well good news, Blonde Charles……”

“…..I come with excellent take out menus.”

She laughed at the joke, if only because of the drum sound he tried to make - alright, Charles hadn’t told him Jake was this funny. Or at least not this kind of funny, he was too starstruck to be clear.  “You better be careful about the marrying me joke because they really do think of me as a Boyle, and you know Boyles all want you to be part of the family. They will force you to marry me,” she pointed out giggling. 

“Oh man, I can only make dirty jokes to respond to that, and I can’t make dirty jokes five minutes after meeting you, that’s a bad impression!” she protested with another laugh, and then was thankfully still aware of her surroundings enough to push them to slow down in a brave attempt to save him- “Oh, for the love of god, don’t try the bagels no matter what I say about them,” she whispered, “They suck, I’m not eating one with cream, I’m eating cream with some bagel so maybe the taste will be hidden by it. I think there is some kind of... vegetable in it? I don’t know what they are doing...” she shook her head, “I’ve eaten some real trash over bets, but not... this is just wrong.”

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Rumple didn’t look impressed at all by her words. “Well,” he carefully replied. “I did not move anywhere. Merely went on my way to bother the rest of the country.” he gave a trilling laugh.

As he ate the sandwich, he raised an eyebrow. “So who decided to tell you that you should actually make conversation with people? Strangers, no less.”

“Well, people did try to tell me to be careful about strangers and all that, but...” she shrugged to complete her sentence, uncovering her half of the sandwich, “Never claimed to be smart, after all. And I find days are so much fun when I just... talk to people. Sure, I’m supposed to be like ‘oh you are the Dark One, I’ll fight you’ but honestly? You are the Dark One, what’s the point of getting aggressive? It’s not like I can fight you to your face. And you are not attacking. Of course I could act all scared but then our conversation would go nowhere and that’s not going to help either of us, right? So I may as well be my normal me.” 

Plus he had helped her parents several times for unknown reasons, like when her mother had forgotten her father, or when she had been cursed and he was trapped in the infinite forest. Not exactly someone that would inspire hatred right off the bat like the Evil Queen. “I know I’m not supposed to make deals with you but I also know you asked my father’s cloak once for one, so... whatever you are aiming for, you should try asking.” 

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Jake let out a laugh, shaking his head almost fondly at the woman. “Interesting, interesting……” he thought it over, trying to decide on another question to ask her. He’d like to know more about her, he realised. “Eating is good, I love eating.” he offered with a dumb smile on his face. “Do it everyday.” he finished lamely.

“You cheer kids up! I do that too, sometimes. Get ‘em out of bad situations, at least. Try and make ‘em laugh.” Jake said excitedly.

Then he glared at Charles, all the while side eyeing Emma in wonder. “Charles Boyle, did you seriously come to this party, stand right in front of me, and miss a Die Hard reference?” he whined.

“God, it’s like I don’t know you.”

Turning back fully to Emma he nodded. “Yes, and wanna know something else I know? I think you might be my future wife.. It’s the best Christmas movie ever!” he exclaimed laughingly.

She laughed more when he found ways to expand on eating every day. “I love kids so much-not to eat! But making them laugh? Yeah! Probably comes easy because I’m still a kid in my head, but we don’t tell their parents that,” she grinned, and then watched with growing amusement as Jake reprimanded Charles - she got the feeling her sorta relative hadn’t exactly missed the reference as much as having realized she loved that movie like probably 90% of New York’s police people. Except him, maybe, poor Charles.

“What do you mean Christmas Movie? I think you mean movie for every time you feel like watching something awesome on tv? And obviously with Die Hard I mean the entire franchise.” “I think this is the right time for me to go while you two... mingle,” Charles managed to make mingle sound so wrong in so many ways that had Emma not been the person she was, she may have actually felt uncomfortable still talking to Jake. As it was, she had to silence another laugh. “Oohh, that was so creepy,” she continued happily and offered Jake her arm, “Walk with me, future husband. We’ll survive this party together or blow it up and run. Live a Die Hard kinda life until the end.”

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She wanted his name. The Dark One laughed, although he did disappear (and shortly thereafter reappeared) back onto the ground. “Ah dearie, didn’t anyone ever tell you not to be kind to a stranger?” He asked ironically.

Shrugging, he took the sandwich anyway. Might as well have a bite, even if it wasn’t the meat pie he’d grown up loving. “Names are too powerful a thing to just give one out.” he replied offhandedly.

“You may call me The Dark One.”

“Kinda the opposite,” she answered amusedly, and found even funnier that he had actually come down and accepted her food offering.  The Dark One - she thought him gone for good years ago. Of course Emma’s realization was immediately followed by words, even before thoughts about the situation started forming. “You helped my parents get married!”

The Dark One, Rumplestiltskin, the one her parents had always seemed unsure of how to feel about, the one others had been too terrified to even call by name and tried not to bring up in conversations, unless someone as curious as Emma tried to poke around and find out more about everyone’s pasts. “We all thought you had just... moved somewhere.” 

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Jake Peralta was frankly a little nervous to be meeting a cousin of Charles that was described as ‘a blonde Charles’. Scarier things had happened to him though, he shrugged, and smiled his way through it.

“Jake Peralta.” he shook Emma’s hand. “Good to meet you, you don’t look like Charles. Best that way, I think.” He gave Charles a classy smirk, wrapping an arm around his friend’s shoulder.

“So what do you like to do, Blonde Charles?”

“Oh I don’t know, I think we got the same nose,” Emma laughed, “And I like eating, so... family resemblance-” she pointed at Charles and then herself just as he did the same, “Also I’m a bounty hunter. Well, I’m many things, but that seems like the right first job to mention to a cop.” “She works at a children’s hospital too,” Charles added helpfully. “She’s being modest...” “Yeah, Im there as a clown, buddy, don’t give him the wrong idea. I go there and keep kids company, play with them, all that,” her smile had softened, but she was still holding one of Holly’s terrible bagels and it didn’t feel right. “But I also am a bailsbond woman and my own bounty hunter, wasn’t lying. Gives me more chances to eventually say yippee ki yay to somebody some day.” For some reason that nonchalant comment had Charles’ face go blank. “It’s from Die Hard,” Emma explained. “...”  “Do you know Die Hard?” she turned the question to Jake, “You are in the police, you have to know it.”  

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Rumplestiltskin let out a haughty laugh at Emma’s suggestion. “Oh, well, for a half eaten sandwich I suppose—” he mocked, rolling his eyes. “No, something a bit more special I think.” He waited, wondering if she would try again.

“I am not scared,” The Dark One confirmed. “Just dramatic.”

As long as he owned it, there was nothing wrong with it, he smirked.

“And yes,” he added.

“The ocean is rather cold this time of year though.”

“How about you come down here and I’ll give you half anyway? Come on, it’s boring today, nobody to talk to,” she replied with a wide smile, putting the sword back in its sheat. Clearly he wanted something from her, and he wasn’t attacking her for it. It was worth taking some time off her little quest. And it wasn’t as if she could try to stab him right there and then anyway.

“Could you tell me your name now? You know mine, after all. And if you are gunning for something of mine, you’ll have to eventually introduce yourself.” 

@multibcrn x Jake​

“Charlie-boy!” Emma ran up to Charles to hug him, nearly lifting him off the ground. The party had already been as hilarious as she expected it to be, the Boyles being incredibly weird, and this was the cherry on top. “Wait-oy, Cousin Holly, save me some of that cream!” "Emma, finally: this is Jake, my best friend and the best detective of the 99!”  “Aren’t you also a detective-” “And Jake, this is Emma, our new honorary Boyle. Are you trying Holly’s bagels?” “Seconds.” “Oh, Jake, you two have to talk, she’s exactly like me. A blonde Charles!”

 “A blonde Charles!” Emma repeated with a laugh, finding that even more amusing - oh she adored that man, “totally! Hi!”