Part RP part Milah/Milah Adjacent things! Indie Milah from OUAT, as penned by Cat. Canon Compliant, AU and OC friendly, semi-selective, 30+ mun and muse, nsfw is tagged. (RP is tagged #cat roleplays, ooc tagged [ooc: crushed hearts])
I guess the only really important thing to know if you’re not an RP Blog is that if it is tagged with ‘cat roleplays’ please do not reblob it. (It’s also convenient if you’re just here for shenanigans and want to not see my RP stuff!) I’ve found a lot of people I roleplay with are uncomfortable having threads reblobbed outside of those involved so I figured I would make a blanket request.
I tag things that are ‘nsfw’ or ‘nsfw ish.’ However anything that is now nsfw will go on a side blog because that’s just what I’m comfortable with. (If you want NSFW or for a thread to go that way, let me know. If I send an NSFW ask, it will be reblobbed/continued on the side blog after I message you.)
Also if you’re only here for the RP I do tag my non-RP/non-milah related stuff with ‘[crushed hearts: ooc].’ Or at least I try to.
do you call it ‘soulmate’ or 'I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.’
so we all know s7 killian is like, stupidly good at art and we don’t explore that for the first six seasons. Like what???? So here’s my hot take on this.
I feel like maybe he knew how to draw when he was in the navy then dropped it, after Liam died, losing the skills. However, he had a sketch of his brother he made, and kept it with him, always. After he meets milah quite a few years later, she helps him learn to draw again, because she needed something to do while having a shitty husband, and while she’s sleeping he does a sketch of her, tucking it away thinking it’s no good, not knowing he wouldn’t get a chance to do it again. Rumple comes back before the sketch is even finished. Throughout his 200 year search for revenge, he always had that sketch of her. Never letting it go, taking her with him wherever he went.
“It’s what we have here.” He said. She clearly was not from around here to be surprised by it. “I don’t bottle them. I get them from the casino like everyone else.” Though he was one of the only ones to actually sell them.
A nod from him. “Aye.” He said. “There are none of those around here. Those are by the casino.” The queen had them which he was just fine with. “Well considering how you’re talking I’m not a hundred percent sure. You seem out of sorts is all.”
“I can see if I have a towel in the back.” He said. “Just feel free to have seat it will be fine.”
“A casino. Right. That makes…as much sense as anything.” It didn’t. Not really. “You mean a place where people go to gamble on cards and other such rigged games? That sort of casino?”
Her brows furrowed together. “All of them? Couldn’t they just fly here if they wanted to? Or do the people there just…throw them more bread?” Flamingos ate bread, right? She’d seen a few before, she was sure of it, but had never gotten close enough to feed them. But what bird didn’t like bread. “I am…very out of sorts. I doubt it has anything to do with a concussion, though. This isn’t like anywhere I’ve been, and I’ve been…all over. Sort of. Not for awhile, though.”
She blinked at the chair. It was then she realized she hadn’t really even offered him thanks of any sort. That was a bit rude of her. “Thank you. For…” She trailed off and shrugged a little, not quite sure what she was thanking him for yet. She slid into a seat, hoping she didn’t wreck the aphoulstry.
@justmilah sent 😘🍺 (Emma) Send 😘🍺 to drunkenly kiss my muse!
Emma giggled into the kiss from her wife. It was big and sloppy and she could feel every ounce of love that came along with it. “Did you have a fun girl’s night with my mom?” She tucked a piece of Milah’s hair behind her ear then reached over her to grab her seatbelt so she could buckle her in. As the currently pregnant Mrs. Swan she had elected to stay home and see how far into her pint of Ben & Jerry’s she could get. She had managed to make it to the bottom before Granny had called her to come and pick up the other Mrs. Swan. Her mother had already been picked up by her father and now she was tasked with getting her wife home safely and that meant seatbelts.
Milah nodded, though it was a sort of circular bobbing thing. “Mmm-hmm. Not as fun as it would have been if you were.” When Emma leaned over to help her with her seat belt, she didn’t resist the siren’s call and kissed along her neck. “And you? Did you enjoy your ice cream? I could pick up more if you want.” She contemplated that, trying to focus on the two light poles dancing right next to their car. “Tomorrow, maybe.” And then, of course, she needed to check in all of them. Despite her drunken reflexes, her hand was gentle when it landed on Emma’s stomach. “And how is my favorite guppy?”
The referee raised Bae’s fist signaling he was the winner, and the unconscious opponent was carried out of the ring, the crowd began settling bets as Bae moved to stand with his mother.
“That was the last round, let’s go exploring before we meet Papa for dinner at the tavern.”
Milah clapped in delight and hugged her son as tightly as she dared considering the bruises he must have. “You did so well, darling! What will you do with your winnings?” Milah had, of course, placed bets on her son to win. Even if she had doubted his chances, she still would have placed bets on him. But he was small and scrappy, built as she was, and people tended to underestimate the both of them.
She then hooked her arm through his as they started to walk. “What are you thinking, darling? The markets? Or did you want to see what sort of trouble we could get into before Killian has to come to the rescue?”
Wendy hesitated, Peter had said those things and done what the lady pirate had said. but Wendy didn’t like the tone nor the implication of what she said. Was she saying Peter was a liar?
“Well yes, but I’m sure that is just Peter’s way! He is good and fun loving, he just wants us all to have a good time!”
She sighed and shook her head. Of course he was that way. He might have been a stunted boy, but Peter was still a boy, and in her experience, most boys were all the same, child or adult. She suspected that was another reason why James had her talk to the child.
“That might be true. All you could say could be as it truly is.” She tried to catch her eye. “But if he does try to make you do things you do not want to do and gets angry at you for not doing something you aren’t comfortable with, you must learn how to stand your ground. And this is not something that just applies to your Pan.”
“That is very true.” He said. A arm going around her waist as she settled against him. A hum from him. “I imagine that it is a bit of both.” He said. “But you know I’ll give you what you want.” And most of the time he didn’t have a problem with watching what she wanted anyway.
She hummed a laugh and briefly nuzzled her nose against his cheek as she got comfortable. He was, for the most part, a very good sport about what she wanted to watch. And she suspected, more often than not, he actually enjoyed her choices. “I hope you remember you said that when you see what I want to watch.”
