Finished my Rushbelle marriage of convenience fic for Rumbelle Order in the Court! Iāve been absolutely desperate to write that for the past two weeks, but I didnāt let myself because I had other fics that had higher priority. Well, maybe holding out on myself is something I should do more often. It clearly worked in terms of getting it finished in record time.
Anyway, I donāt think Iāve ever finished anything so far from the deadline before but itās no matter. One down, three to go! Iāve got a Lachacy and two Rumbelle ideas left for Rumbelle Order in the Court. I think I should probably write my May Day Menagerie fic first but after that Iām not sure. One of the Rumbelle ideas has the potential to be multi-chapter (as does the Lachacy to be honest) so I should probably start on that to at least get a feel for the length.
I know this productivity isnāt likely to last, it never does, but for this brief shining moment, itās a good feeling š
Started my Rushbelle marriage of convenience fic for Rumbelle Order in the Court, you know the one Iāve been desperate to write for the last couple of weeks. I thought maybe Iād earned it for finishing another WIP. Plus I canāt write smut unless Iām alone in the house, and I have the house to myself until late tomorrow so I figured make the most of it right?
Well Iām 2500 words in and Rush and Belle havenāt even met yet. I might have got a teensy little bit carried away describing the colony of Misthaven. This is not helping me get to the smut /headdesk
Oh FFS. Sorry I know I shouldnāt give commentary on the writing process, itās probably extremely boring for everybody. Itās just Iāve got nearly 4k of this fic now, thereās still no smut and my hands are getting tired. However, Rush has just agreed to marry Belle so at least thereās progress!
Youā¦ are kidding, right? Half the reason I joined Tumblr was to see everyoneās writing process. Half the fun of writing is knowing others struggle through it as well!
No Iām not kidding. I always feel if I make a personal post then everyoneās going to get instantly fed up with me, Iām going to be unfollowed on mass and lose the respect of everyone I like in the fandom. I know, thatās not really logical and probably not true but anxiety. Anyway, I try and restrict my rambling about writing to an occasional thing. The number of posts I write and then clickĀ ānever mindā instead ofĀ āpostā is ridiculous, and I always feel like I should apologize if I do succumb to clicking post. Iām sorry, thatās just me Iām afraid.
Anyway, the latest report on this Rushbelle fic is it now stands at 5.7k, and the nerve on my left elbow is complaining loudly but I think I might have finally reached the smut. I just wrote this:
With the dark robes they were all wearing, theyād never looked more like judges. Rush tightened his grip on Belle. This wasnāt just the council chamber for the leaders of Misthaven, as heād always suspected this was a courtroom, but how the hell could they sit in judgment on his marriage? What possible evidence could be presented as to whether he and Belle were shagging or not? Short of pregnancy, and the lack of that was the whole reason for this little drama, there was no way to prove it.
I think you can probably guess what happens next š
Edit: I lied it took another 1000 words before I reached the smut. Honestly with 6.5k of setup, is anybody even going to care at this point?
TheyādĀ never even kissed and now they had to shag in this alien courtroom, and there wasnāt even a bed.
Anyway, I think the smut might have to wait until tomorrow, my brain is fried. Iāve written nearly 8k today. I guess maybe really, really wanting to write a fic for weeks, using it as a bribe, and then finally sayingĀ āgo for itā has some advantages. The words have just poured out.
Iām kinda sorry though as it seems everyone else has writers block. I didnāt mean to steal all the words I swear!
Synopsis: Belle French lives alone and she likes it that way. Sheās lived alone ever since the terrible car accident which killed her mother and claimed her eyesight. Belle spends her days painting, in complete solitude, until one day she wakes up and hears movement outside. Somebody has moved into the cottage next door. She had grown comfortable in her solitary existence until Mr Gold crashes into her life. Now her future is uncertain, like a blank canvas, waiting for her to apply the paint and decide what kind of story she is creating.
Note: Banner by the awesomely amazing @rowofstars who has very kindly and patiently beta read this chapter. Thank you so much! In this chapter thereās a prompt from @rowofstars for a reenactment of the deleted mirror scene from Skin Deep. This fic was voted TEA Best DramaĀ and Iām still utterly overwhelmed and so grateful for the support. Thank you all! I hope that you enjoy this chapter! š
Time alone,
after something happened, was Belleās enemy. Her head became a very dangerous
place and she couldnāt run from herself. She was afraid of her own mind, and
the negative spiral of thoughts she couldnāt escape. Sometimes it was hard to
remember a time when this hadnāt been her life. Still, despite the lack of
conflict for the last couple of years, Belle knew how best to manage it. She
had to try and distract herself enough that her subconscious could process what
happened, so that by the time she consciously thought about it again, her brain
didnāt proceed to torment her.
That was the
idea anyway. Everyone needed time to process events, it just took her longer
than it did for other people. Not wanting to be alone with her own thoughts was
why she had clung to Nick and asked him to come for dinner. Neither of them had
been in the right frame of mind for company, and that had proved disastrous.
Belle was fairly sure it ranked in the top five of the worst days of her life.
Their talk the morning after had been more positive but just as monumental, and
that time Belle hadnāt made a mistake. Theyād finished their tea, and parted on
good terms and that was enough.
Baby steps. Iām glad that theyāve decided to make a change but also that theyāre taking it slowly. I think that Belle certainly is a very impulsive character and tends to jump into things, and then ends up overloading herself and being back at square one, or worse. Theyāre treading very carefully and considering the issues they both have, thatās the best way. Iām really enjoying watching these two unfold and trust each other more and more. š
Yup thatās Belle all over and she knows that about herself, so sheās trying hard to keep herself in check. With this slow is the only way to go because fast would be a mistake and I want them to have a happy ending, well a happy ending of sorts. This was a happy chapter, nothing broke, but weāll have to see what happens next. With things like this it does tend to be two steps forward, one step back. Iām glad you liked it! Thank you so much for commenting š
Just finished Fall All Over Again and I know I shouldnāt smirk at my own work because itās egotistical, but I managed to work in a really goodĀ āwe are bothā moment which made me happy.
āFuck off,ā Lacey snarled, unsteadily standing again. āHeās mine! Iāll never stop fighting for him.ā
This fic is such a guilty pleasure of mine. On one hand Iām pleased itās finished because now I can write other fics, but on the flip-side Iām going to miss it a little bit. I think the only remedy for this is write another GoldenLace fic š
*snorts* I know Iāve been doing shitty in the writing stakes when I look at my word count calendar and see Iāve doubled this months word count in the last five days /headdesk. Anyway, Iāve nearly finished the final chapter of Fall All Over Again – another WIP finished yay! but my arms hurting now so Iāll have to finish the last scene tomorrow.
So I started the month with four WIPās and Iām ending it with two (well and a prompt verse). Still definite improvement š Oh and you know that bowling prompt I agreed to take earlier? Well I now have 1500 words of just planning notes, as plot happened. Can we say oops? Still Iām feeling quite positive about this trajectory. If I can continue writing more like the last few days (and less like the beginning of the month) I might stand a chance of getting back on track.
#i’m in a rare good mood#it’s actually been a productive evening
Oh sweet merlin. Iām writing the final chapter of Fall All Over Again so I have the transcript of 2.15 The Queen is Dead open and wow, seeing this in black and white really hits home.
Emma: Hereās the thing. Youāre dying. And right now, we are your best hope. Timeās come for you to start trusting someone. And, if I were you, Iād start with family.
So Rumple tells her where heās hidden the dagger. Iām doing something different in the fic because I always thought that was stupid. Cora would never have found it, if they hadnāt led her to it, and Rumple is smart enough to know that Snow and David would fold if Cora threatened peopleās lives. However, thatās beside the point. The point is that Rumple trusted Emma exactly how she asked. She said that they were family, which they were through the newly discovered relationship with Henry. So Rumple took a chance and trusted her with his very soul.
David: Itās here! A clever hiding place for a very clever man.
Snow: We did it.
David: The Dark One finally can be controlled.
What really hurts me actually is that itās David that says it. Iāve always thought better of him, and perhaps my memories are skewed because black and white doesnāt lie. The very first thought they have upon laying hands on the dagger, isnāt that they have saved the dagger from Cora. Itās not that they have the dagger now, and they can give it to Rumple when he gets back because it belongs to him.
No, their very first thought is that they can now control him, like heās not even human. Theyāve just learned heās their co-grandparent for crying out loud. They accept Regina as family and she tried to kill them countless times (and I say that as a Regina fan). Really what has Rumple done to them at this point? Helped them at least a dozen times, but had the audacity not to do it for free? Honestly Iām sickened. Well I was driven to write this post. My jaw dropped reading that in the transcript. I guess Iād forgotten, I havenāt seen the episode in getting on for two years probably.
Rumple reached out, he trusted them and look what they did! Iām appalled.
Does anyone else get scared when you really love an idea, but you canāt write it for a while because reasons, that when you finally sit down to write it that it wonāt be shiny anymore and the love will be gone? I think this is aĀ ātoo many ideasā problem heh, it takes too long to do anything.
Who wants to take one for the team and write the Rumbelle bowling smut???
Considering I just wrote three paragraphs exploring how this might work *raises hand reluctantly* Iāll add it to the list. Hopefully American bowling alleys and British ones arenāt that different. Anyone object if I make it GoldenLace?
I LOVED IT!!!
I mean, teen!Gideon is one of my fav new things in this fandom, and him entertaining a much younger sister made me grin so much. Honestly, it reminded me of myself and my older cousin, with the ten year difference.
Yes. One-sided tickling wars were a thing. /for the record, heāll still tickle me thirty years later. lol)
Curious Rumple made me smile. I do love to think that his imprisonment was a farce, and I especially love the thought that this – your story – is a real world. with real people whose consciousness is just not in the driverās seat.
I was happy to hear that he and Bae had reconciled at last, and I thought it made sense that Rumple (subconsciously?) had waited to have more children until heād made peace with the first.
And awww, of course heād wish for a world where Bae was happy. Aw.
Beautiful story!
Yay! Iām so glad you liked it š Iām relieved that you felt that Gideon and Nadia were realistic – and thank you for the anecdote – my experience with kids is limited so Iām never sure if Iām getting it right. Yeah well Rumple once promised to not love anything or anyone until he found Bae. He broke that by loving Belle but his life was still very much on hold.
Well if it isnāt a real world then there are no stakes. Fake people donāt matter, plus I liked the idea that genie magic had limitations. Heh I think I wrote both of these wish!world oneshots out of spite. I like to think of ways to twist it to make for a Rumbelle happy ending š Thank for your lovely comment!
