queen of dark

I’ve been doing some thinking and have come to notice a few oddities and interesting facts I feel the need to point out about Eclipsa:

1) She had a daughter: While this is rather obvious, it is something we have been overlooking. And this fact also wraps up into the next observation.

2) She didn’t leave for quite a while: She was married to a Mewman lord and had a child, but she didn’t just get up and leave. Glossaryck tells Moon that Eclipsa never complained about her daughter’s training. This means that Eclipsa’s daughter was at least fourteen and possessed the wand by the time Eclipsa ran away with her monster lover. This also leads us to the next observation.

3) Eclipsa was possibly seeing her lover for years: We know now that her daughter was in possession of the wand when Eclipsa ran away with her lover. However, in the tapestry, she is with her lover and holding her wand.

4) The plaque updated: “Eclipsa, Queen of Mewni, | to a Mewman King was wed, | but took a monster for her love, | and away from Mewni fled”. Going back to what we have learned, Eclipsa left after her daughter had inherited the wand. Her tapestry should have been finished. She had left her legacy. However, her plaque said that she left Mewni, which again, happened after her daughter inherited the wand. Writers mistake, or is the “Grandma Room” even more mysterious than we originally assumed? Could this even mean that Moon’s tapestry and plaque might be updated in the future?

And life is a road that I wanna keep going
Love is a river, I wanna keep flowing
Life is a road, now and forever, wonderful journey
I’ll be there when the world stops turning
I’ll be there when the storm is through
In the end I wanna be standing
At the beginning with you

Expected Moment:

Regina realizing her and the EQ are the SAME person. As in, together… They make HER. And once she accepted that SHE did those things, that SHE was the one to blame for everyone’s pain, not the “EQ” (because she IS the EQ)… then the two Regina’s could merge back together. She would be whole again. She could finally move on… And accepting her past will do nothing but make her stronger… And more determined to find her happy ending the RIGHT way. No more shortcuts. No more blaming anyone and anything but herself for her mistakes. Accepting HERSELF. Accepting the darkness, but also strong enough to move on from her dark past, step into the light, and bask in the love of her friends and family—realizing that THEY are her happy ending…

What We Got:

Utter shit.

In case you didn't get the memo: The Queens are whole again

Regina Mills is a whole complete person again. She has light and darkness inside her again.

The Evil Queen is a whole complete person again. She has light and darkness inside her again.

They are two separate people burdened by the same anger, hatred and pain.

They are also two separate people filled by the same love, care and hopefulness.

Are they exactly the same? No because life has shaped them differently, they haven’t always seen the same things the same way.

But both still have (mostly) the same memories, both are capable of great evil and great goodness, the future will tell how different their ways will be.

But neither of them is a half person, Regina made sure of it when she gave a part of her light to the Queen and accepted her darkness. And the Queen kept part of her darkness and received lightness in return.

Watch the damn episode and focus.

The Masks We Wear (7/?)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

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Thanks, as always to @coffeewithcaptainswan​ for beta’ing

Previously on The Masks We Wear

Emma Swan AKA The Saviour and Killian Jones AKA Hook AKA The Survivor are in love. They just don’t know it yet. A series of unfortunate events led to The Saviour rejecting The Survivor’s advances, leaving them both in turmoil. But right now they’ve got bigger fish to fry. The Evil Queen has revealed that The Dark One intends to control the world using The Dagger and they need to stop him before it’s too late …

“Well, I’m sorry, Hook, but I don’t want you.”

“When Killian came over the following night for Netflix she was going to call him out on his innuendo and ask him for that side order of “chill” he’d always promised.”

“He had blurted out he was in love with Emma then tried to convince The Saviour to give him a chance. This surely went beyond bad form.”

“The Dark One wants the entire world at his mercy. Superheroes included.”

I don’t want Emma Swan… I don’t want Emma Swan… I don’t want Emma Swan…

The words echoed through Emma’s head. She had to concentrate hard on not feeling anything, on keeping her magic under control and at bay. The effort was overwhelming her and the rest of the meeting with Regina was passing her by in a haze.

“We’re agreed,” Regina said, “the day after tomorrow, Hook and I will infiltrate Gold’s labs to -”

“Wait, what?” Emma’s head shot up. The lights blinked around her, Regina looked unimpressed at her reaction.

“Decided to participate now, have we Saviour?” Regina’s lips were pursed and her eyebrows raised in irritation.

Emma had seen that look on her face a million times, it was almost always followed by a terse Miss Swan , Emma hated when Regina called her that - but at least Regina didn’t know who she was to do that this time.

“If you’d paid any attention to what was going on you’d know that only two of us can go into Gold’s. We’ve only got two cuffs to protect us from Gold’s security system that includes special modules that interfere with our powers. I have to be one because I’m your ticket in, we agreed that Hook would be the other.”

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A Feast for a Princess -- Rumbelle One Shot . . . .

Set in the Dark Castle immediately following Rumple rescuing Belle from the Queens of Darkness in the episode “Heroes and Villains.” This was my Third and final entry for the @rumbelleshowdown, under the screen name “Desperation and Gin.”

A Feast for a Princess

“You can take my laundry down tomorrow,” Rumpelstiltskin said as they entered the Dark Castle. Belle shot him a stunned glare. Not knowing what to do after the ordeal she just went through, she took off her cape, tossed it on the table, and sat down on the table as she had done before. “Would you – like something to drink?” he asked.

“Alright,” Belle replied quietly. Rumpelstiltskin waved his hand and a glass appeared in his other hand.

“Give it a try,” he said, handing the glass to Belle.

“What is it?” Belle asked, eyeing the strange concoction.

“It’s called ginger ale – it’s a fairly popular drink in some realms – thought you might like to try it.” Belle took a drink.

“It’s good,” she said. “Thank you.”

“No matter,” he replied.

“There um – there was a puppy,” Belle began, then she took a few more sips of her drink. “In your yard. I – I’d like to know if it’s alright.”

“A puppy? Is that how they got you? They lured you with a puppy?”

“Well, it was a – a cute puppy. Do you like dogs?”

“They’re alright,” he replied. “Always leave too much dog hair lying about to clean up, but – I’ve had them before.”

“Here? You’ve had dogs?”

“Not here,” Rumpelstiltskin replied, and Belle noticed that he looked a bit – sad. As if he were remembering something from his past. She knew better to press him – he had helped her today, and she didn’t want to do anything to make him angry.

“I, um – I think I’d just like to go to bed,” Belle said.

“Without dinner? I won’t hear of it, you must be hungry. What would you like?”

“Um – I don’t know, I’m really not – that hungry to be honest.” Ignoring her comment, Rumpelstiltskin waved his hand and conjured up an entire feast that spread across the table, aside from the spot where she was seated. Belle hopped off the table, stunned, and Rumpelstiltskin snapped his fingers, making a chair appear at the other end of the table.

“I thought you prefer that I don’t eat with you.”

“Well, I’ll make an exception this time. Go on – be my guest.” Belle looked the table over.

“Everything looks so good,” she said. She filled a plate with a few things, then sat down. Rumpelstiltskin sat down across from her. “Aren’t you going to eat?” she asked.

“In a bit,” he replied.

“So, um – can you find out?”

“Find out what?” he asked.

“About that puppy? It was – it was a spotted puppy, black and white, very sweet – can’t imagine what those horrible women did with the poor thing.”

“Will it make you happy if I did?” he asked.

“Well – it would make me happy to know that the puppy had a good home. Maybe we could find it and it could live here. With us.”

“You do a lousy enough job cleaning as it is, I’m not having an abundance of dog hair floating about this place because of your lackluster housekeeping skills,” Rumpelstiltskin quipped. “But if it will make you feel better -” Rumpelstiltskin vanished, and returned a mere second later.

“Where did you go?” Belle asked.

“Well – I presumed that the dog would have left some hair behind and – here it is,” he said, holding up a small dog hair in his fingers. “Now – all I have to do is a locator spell, and we will know if the mongrel is safe.” Rumpelstiltskin grabbed a bowl, waved his hand over it, then dropped the dog hair in the bowl. He gazed into the bowl for a moment.

“Is he alright?” Belle asked.

“Your dog – has made a friend. A young boy – and a cricket. Looks very happy.”

“A – a cricket?” Belle asked.

“Yes, a cricket – a magic one. I believe your dog may have found a home.”

“That’s good. Thank you – for looking. I think I’m going to go to bed now, I’m quite full. I – do you want me to clean up in here first?”

“No, it’s fine, I’ll – I’ll manage.”

“Well, then - I’ll see you in the morning.” Rumpelstiltskin watched as she started to leave the room.

“Belle, wait,” he called out. Belle turned around.

“What is it?” she asked.

“I – I lied to you, Belle. I do care about you. Very much.”

“You – you do?”

“If you’d like a puppy, I could get you one. I’ll get you whatever you want, Belle.” Belle moved closer to him.

“Even if – even if what I wanted – was to leave this place?”

“I don’t want you to leave,” he admitted.

“Then give me a reason to want to stay,” Belle said. Rumpelstiltskin moved in closer to her, and she inched closer to him. He moved his lips to hers, and soon they were locked in a kiss. It was a soft, gentle kiss at first, but it quickly erupted into a deep kiss, their tongues intertwining in one another’s mouth. Rumpelstiltskin could taste the ginger ale still lingering on Belle’s palate as their kiss became more and more heated with each second. His mouth nearly burned from the taste of her mouth on his, and he wanted to just toss the entire dinner spread onto the floor and take her, right there on the table. She was so beautiful, so pure, so flawless – how on earth could this perfect angel, this beauty, be sharing such intimacy with a beast like him. Oh, how he loved her – he wanted to show her how much he loved her … .

Rumpelstiltskin snapped out of his fantasy when Belle turned around one more time and said the words “Goodnight, Rumpelstiltskin,” before leaving the room.

It wasn’t real. It was all in his mind – his twisted, demented mind. Thinking such things about her – the man he used to be would have been mortified at such thoughts.

The man he used to be – that man, that pathetic, cowardly man – he would have treated Belle like a princess. He would have worshipped her, he would have adored her. And she would have left him – just like everyone else did.

She was going to leave someday, he knew that. He knew he couldn’t hold her there forever in his castle. It wasn’t right. She deserved a better life than what he could offer. Someday – when the time was right – he’d let her go. Of course, he would hope that she would come back to him of her own free will.

Then again … . . hope had never been his friend. Why on earth or any other realm would he expect that to be any different with Belle? Rumpelstiltskin waved his hand and cleared the table, then snapped his fingers and made the chair he brought out for Belle disappear. Can’t let the help get to spoiled, he reminded himself. He then looked down, spotted her cape, which had fallen to the floor, and picked it up. He held the cape to his nose, then smelled it, taking in her scent, knowing that aside from his fantasies, this would be the closest he would ever get to her. He thought about it for a moment, then waved his hand and made the chair she had been sitting in appear once again. Rumpelstiltskin draped the cape over the chair carefully, then stepped away from the table. He had a quick errand to run before settling in for the evening – he had a gauntlet to retrieve.