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I made a lot of writing resolutions for 2017, along with some general life ones e.g. the stereotypical “go back to the gym on a regular basis” but I didn’t make any resolutions as a reader.

Today probably isn’t a good day for it, as real life is all over the place and I think I’ve caught my families cold of doom. My brain feels broken, which isn’t exactly conducive to thinking of good comments. However, that being said, it’s a resolution not a “you’ll be beaten to death if you fail” so there’s no harm in setting it as a target.

Anyway, my resolution is to read a fic at least 3x a week which DOESN’T cross my dash. If a fic comes up on my dash, then unless it’s really long I tend to read it then and there. So current WIP’s/short fics aren’t the problem. It’s all the long fics people have on their masterlists which I’ve never read, or fics I’ve got behind on. I want to make more of an effort. Just lately I’ve fallen into a trap of following a couple of authors/handful of WIP’s and not really reading much else. I should do better.

So yeah, that’s my resolution for 2017. At least 3x a week set aside half an hour to read some older fics/fics I didn’t have time for when they were posted. Those fics deserve love as well 🙂

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Seriously since I accidentally stumbled on the idea I can’t stop thinking about it. I’m now wondering if it’s less an idea and more an actual possible theory. I haven’t seen this cross my dash, but I’m sure someone else has already thought of it so it’s not new, just new to me.

-The Black Fairy resides in a realm where time works differently.
– On Neverland time is frozen.

– The Black Fairy steals children.
– On Neverland children visited the realm in their dreams long before Pan. This is how Malcolm knew of that realm, he’d dreamed about it as a child. Pan obviously then went on to abduct children properly.

– The Black Fairy and Malcolm are Rumple’s parents.
– The shadow was present on Neverland before Pan, it is what gave Pan his power. I think it was Hook that said Pan had merged with a demon?
– In all the time Bae was on Neverland Rumple couldn’t locate him there.
– Rumple’s power couldn’t locate Gideon because he was in the Black Fairy’s dark realms and beyond his reach.

What if Neverland is one of The Black Fairy’s realms? What if Pan was working for his former lover the entire time? Something obviously drew The Black Fairy and Malcolm together. The similarities between them subsequently might not be coincidence, not if they were working together.

I’m extremely tired and I feel like there is a revelation just hovering at the edge of my mind. I just can’t quite get to it. Anyway, what do people think?

Enter Sandman!Rumple – any idea why your subconscious is sure that Pan is still at large?

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Ok there are two answers to this. Sensible answer and not sensible answer. I’m extremely tired and so my resistance is low, so you get both answers!

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Sensible:
My mother manipulated events to steal my son. I lost him before I ever had a chance to hold him, before I even knew his name. My father – Pan, had Bae in his clutches for over a century after I lost him. I suppose the comparison is rather inevitable. Pan isn’t at large, I sent whatever was left of him into the river of lost souls. However, dreams know no logic. Even after nearly three centuries, I still feel like a lost boy when it comes to my father.

You must have caught me on a bad night dearie, far too much personal melodrama at work. I can barely close my eyes without imagining some enemy from my past, dead or not, trying to destroy my family. Gideon is so little and it’s my duty to protect him. I failed Bae so many times. The fact that I have him back now is a miracle. I won’t fail Gideon as well.

Not-Sensible:
“Magic can do much but not that. Dead is dead.” – this used to be true, an inviolate rule of magic. However, like all rules, once it’s broken it becomes useless. I sometimes blame myself because I was ‘resurrected’ first. However, that at least still carried a price – a life for a life. It was the pirate’s resurrection, and the portals opened to the underworld to save him, which broke down the barrier and allowed those with enough power and will to do what was previously impossible – bring back the dead.

I can’t regret this, it saved my beloved boy – Baelfire. However, once a door is opened, it’s like Pandora’s box and it’s a door which can be opened from both sides. I have no proof that Pan has returned but the shadow only took orders from him. Either way, it matters not who is responsible. The second star to the right, and the lingering traces of magic, all point to where we must go to save Gideon – back to Neverland.

#I have a bad feeling about this#new fic which I am so not writing#or at least that’s what I keep telling myself

Under My Skin (Chapter One)

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still-searching47:

Synopsis: When aspiring novelist Belle French rents a laborers apartment, at a peaceful picturesque Californian farm, she thinks she’s found the perfect writing retreat. She hopes for a few months free of distractions. However, what she didn’t count on was her neighbor – Lachlan MacAldonich.

Note: Written for @a-monthly-rumbelling in December. The prompt was “Misunderstanding, candlelight, cats, coffee cups.” Ok so this was a thing that happened. I said I wasn’t doing Monthly Rumbelling this month because with RSS I didn’t have time, or if I was I had a plan for the smut prompt. So how did I wind up writing Lachbelle? Erm, I wasn’t feeling my WIP’s basically and I just started typing – oops.

Double oops because this wasn’t supposed to be a WIP. However, my desire to not break my Tuesday posting streak was greater than my terror at another WIP. I had plans to either have finished this, or have written something else but I’ve had migraines for about four days straight and haven’t written a word. So it was post this or nothing. Anyway, I haven’t written Lachlan before, but always wanted to try so I hope it’s alright. Enjoy!

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Belle French
liked to think of herself as being patient and kind, willing to give people the
benefit of the doubt, and just generally being a nice person. That wasn’t her
bragging, it’s just sometimes she thought that being a reasonably nice person
was all that she had going for her. She hadn’t seen much success in any other
area of her life, and nothing seemed set to change in the near future, in fact
if anything her circumstances were set to get much worse.

Growing up she
had dreamed of adventure and travel, but she had put those dreams on ice to do
what she was supposed to do. She had got good marks in high school, so she’d
been put on the college track. That had been a big mistake from start to
finish. She hadn’t known what she had wanted to study, so she had gone along
with what her father had thought best. It was no wonder that she’d wound up
dropping out halfway through.

Currently she
was renting a small farm laborers apartment in the Californian countryside. It
was supposed to be a peaceful retreat, so she could make a real attempt at
writing for a living. She had scraped up enough funds to stop working for a few
months so she would have the time, but nothing was going according to plan. Her
books weren’t selling, the only reviews were negative, and she was seriously
doubting whether she could write at all. She mostly thought her ideas weren’t
half-bad, but it seemed likely her execution was lacking.

Keep reading

A really good start; they’re both interesting and are already gelling quite nicely.

Thanks! I really like Lachlan but there’s not that much fic around. What I have read mostly seemed to have Belle being Beau’s friend, or taking Beau’s role and I wanted to do something different. Have Lachlan and Belle just meet, and be separate from everything to do with Beau. Hopefully it will work out ok! Anyway, I’m really glad you liked it 🙂

Love at the Marina Gold: You and Belle were thrown together as you investigated Billy’s murder. Before that, did you have any encounters with Belle? What did you think of her?

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Up until the poor unfortunate death of Mr Gusman, Belle I never crossed paths – to talk anyway. I would see Belle every time she docked in town, spreading her warm smiles everywhere she went. I’m slightly ashamed to admit that I altered my routine slightly, changing when I went to Granny’s on mornings I knew she would be there.

In retrospect in slightly more unfavorable terms, it could be considered stalking. Fortunately Belle looks kindly on the months I ‘pined’ for her – her words, not mine. What did I think of her? She was a bright light in an otherwise grey world. She even occasionally had a smile for the town monster, despite what I’m sure young Miss Lucas told her about me.

TMI Tuesday

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Ask me anything about my fics, ask my characters anything. You can send me a word and if it’s in my WIP doc then I’ll post a teaser snippet. I accept prompts for any of my existing verses.

This week I posted:
– Chapter Five of I Love the Way
– Chapter Two of Counting Stars
– Enter Sandman (flash fic, sort of prompt fill, I don’t know what this was)

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You could also ask me a question off any of these lists.

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neferipitou:

adds “we just caught our alternate universe selves making out and now everything is super awkward” to list of shipping tropes that need to be implemented everywhere

This seems like it’s close to having been written, but not quite? @emospritelet, can you shed some light on this? Seems to me a problem the twin Rushes might encounter … maybe if there were twin Belles, too? 

I did write twin Rushes encountering this problem, but they quickly found a solution (threesome). There was only one Belle however 🙂

I’m sure @thatravenclawbitch wrote a foursome, though.

Haha I’ve not read this in fic, well aside from your Twin Rushes one 🙂 Closest thing I think we got on the show was Emma telling Rumple he “fell for the help”. However, there’s so many variations on this, for a master class see Jack and Sam on Stargate SG1.

– Have a friend go to an alternate reality and learn that your OTP is married
– Have one half of your OTP come to your reality, and make out with the other half, while their alternate self watches (bonus if they aren’t involved at the time)
– Have one half of your OTP get stuck in a time loop, where they can do “whatever they want” which involves kissing
– Have one half of your OTP from an alternate reality come visit, and be very surprised that their alternate self isn’t married to the other half of OTP (or alternatively, have a friend visit from an alternate reality and fall over because “you aren’t married yet?”)
– your OTP discovers that alternate versions of themselves traveled in time, got stuck there and so had kids (bonus if they wind up meeting their own descendants)
– have one half of your OTP hallucinate a makeout session, and then wake up and forget that it was a hallucination for a second – cue awkwardness

*thinks* ok that’s all I can remember off the top of my head. I’m sure there was more, it became something of a running joke. It was the “universe forcing them together” – oooh idea, idea somebody should Swanfire this immediately! Talk about an anvil to the head that Neal was Emma’s true love. Of course SwanQueen is another option, or perhaps even Rumbelle. Seeing so many other versions of themselves happily married, might help kickstart their reconciliation.

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endangeredslug:

Okay so like nearly every radio station is playing Metallica and after the fourth time of hearing Enter Sandman I want someone to rumbelle / swanfire / papafire the hell out of it please and thank you.

They think they are safe.

“Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.”

Dark One’s might not need to sleep, but Rumplestiltskin always slept curled around his wife. It made him more human and he was very much a family man these days. Everything was peaceful in the master bedroom, not even Belle’s slight snores disturbed the air. Down the hall, in the largest guest room, Neal and Emma slept soundly. It was their first Christmas since their reconciliation, and Neal’s return to the land of the living.

As with families across the world, they were splitting their time between parental units. The 25th with The Gold’s, the 26th with The Charming’s. Henry was also there. For this Christmas all the Gold family were under the one roof, if just for one night. He too was sleeping soundly, in the small guest room that was always ready for him, whenever he wished to stay.

Which left only little Gideon. His mum and dad had tucked him in, and he curled up on his side, clutching his pillow tightly. His beloved stuffed dragon had fallen to the floor. Over in the corner, his window rattled, but he didn’t stir, the toddler slept on unaware of the wraith at the window. The window opened, the protection spell flared and then fell silent in defeat as the dark of the night, seemed to pour in the child-sized gap.

It materialized into a human shape – a shadow, and Gideon awoke with a start.

Take my hand … off to never-never land

In the master bedroom Rumplestiltskin woke in a cold sweat – something was wrong. He jumped out of bed, suddenly desperate to check on his son. Dreams of battles fought and won, playing in his minds eye, battles that could so easily have been lost. The sinking feeling in his gut got worse, when he saw the light seeping from under Gideon’s door.

He pushed open the door and saw twisted sheets, an empty bed and an open window. His agonized scream woke the house as in the sky a star twinkled. Peter Pan always wins.

Well dammit you’ll just have to fix it.

Rumplestiltskin woke in a cold sweat with his heart pounding. His eyes snapped open, certain he would see his son’s empty bed, that he had collapsed to the floor at the agony of losing his child – again. Instead he was looking into the eyes of the very son, he thought he’d lost.

“Wake up papa! It’s Christmas!” Gideon exclaimed happily and Rumplestiltskin felt the bands around his heart ease.

It had just been a horrible dream courtesy of the sandman.

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There fixed it 🙂

Naturally that isn’t how I would like to fix it because my brain hates me like that. My brain is asking questions like “how did Neal come back to life?” “what happened to Hook?” “how did Gideon get rescued from the Black Fairy/deaged to a baby?” “how did Emma and Neal get back together?” “how is Peter Pan not very extremely dead?” essentially “how do I get from the end of 6A to this?”

It makes me ponder all sorts of things, and imagine a Neverland 3A adventure that is a lot darker and a lot deadlier. I liked Peter Pan as a villain and with his history with Neal and Rumple, I feel like there was more to explore. Now with the revelation about the Black Fairy … the shadow and the magic of Neverland raises more questions with me.

From 6×10 transcript:
“There are realms of dark magic beyond even my reach, where my mother would lurk in the shadow.”
“Where has she taken him?”
“I don’t know. But it’s a place of immense dark power. Time runs differently there.”

Where did the shadow of Neverland come from originally? Where did it get it’s dark power, the power to ‘stop the clock’? Inquiring minds want to know.

Fanfic Resolutions 2017

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I’ve been avoiding writing one of these posts because I live in fear of publicly setting goals and then failing them. I mean I’m also scared of privately setting goals and then failing them, but at least then nobody else knows about it. However, something @worryinglyinnocent said in their post made me think, they said “It’ll be interesting coming back to this next January and seeing how well I did/didn’t do…”

Accountability is something that I believe in. The only reason why I manage to do anything is because I set deadlines, and schedules and endless to do lists. If I don’t set a target, then I can’t hit it and I just procrastinate for forever. Every month I’ve been saying what I did last month, and then saying my plans for the next month. Sometimes I’ve met the targets, sometimes I haven’t. Well, if I can do that, then I can do a tentative outline for the year. So here goes:

Under the cut because I ramble and nobody needs that on their dash 🙂

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This song sometimes makes me sad when I think about how much I’ve failed at stuff, but it’s a really good song. I love this group, and it’s a new year song so appropriate for January 1st, just thought I’d share.