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WIP meme. example

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Yay I love this meme 🙂 Although, I do tend to post what I have so there’s not usually much in my WIP folder, always a problem, but it seems you are in luck!

From upcoming WIP – Nightwalkers
Neal sat back and scowled. Emma raised an unimpressed eyebrow at him and he tried to scowl harder, but his lips twitched, and he smiled without his consent. He wanted to
be grumpy, he felt out of sorts, but it was impossible to maintain a bad mood around Emma. The problem of his father weighed heavily on him. Neal knew that it was only because of him, that there was an absolute belief in his father’s innocence and he resented it.

He didn’t believe for one second that his father was guilty of murder. However, it was
just yet another example of how his father didn’t think about how his actions could affect others. A private high stakes poker game, fell into the grey area of the gambling law, and Neal bet that was why his father attended. Neal knew more than anyone else, how much his father loved ‘grey areas’ and his loopholes. It drove him mad.

Marina!Gold, why you were pining for Belle did you ever have any fantasies about what it might be like to be with her? In both a platonic, daily relationship, way and in a sexual, night time indulgence, way?

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Of course not, such a thing would be highly inappropriate …

I suppose occasionally my mind might have wandered. If it wasn’t near rent day, then time does sometimes pass intolerably slowly at the shop. I might have wondered what it would be like if Belle came into browse. The collection is quite eclectic, I thought that might appeal to the traveler in her. I imagined offering her a cup of tea, so that we might chat for a short time. I never really dared imagine much more than that, it seemed so impossible.

As for more *cough* intimate fantasies, quite frankly dearie that is none of your business. Besides, I don’t really think I can be held accountable for whatever my mind conjured up whilst sleeping.

Belle: *sidles in the room eyes alight with mischief* So what did your mind conjure up while you were sleeping hmm? Did the dream come to a satisfying conclusion or did you have to take yourself in hand?

Gold: *nervously* I don’t think our questioner needs to know all the details sweetheart.

Belle: Then I suppose we’ll have to take this interview somewhere private …

Love at the Marina Belle or Gold: Is Cora still running free? Has she ever tried to go after either of you? I worry about her…

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(OOC: Gold’s hair grew back, in other words the gif searcher was frustrating me and short hair gifs are thin on the ground)

Gold: I’m sorry what was that dearie? Cora? No need for concern there. She fancied herself very clever getting away with it all. Revenge would just have attracted unwanted attention for her.

Belle: *rolls eyes* You’re lucky I find you being smug so attractive.

Gold: *smirks* I suppose our friend is correct, Cora did get rather desperate. I refused to buy any of her properties and consequently Mills Construction headed for bankruptcy. Coming after either of us would have been counter-productive. I did rather enjoy her begging me to reconsider after everything she put you through.

Belle: She’s in jail now though. She got so desperate she made a mistake and then finally the law caught up with her. Justice was finally served.

Gold: And I acquired Mills Construction for a song when it was sold off to cover the debts. Happy endings all round.

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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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.

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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 â€˜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.

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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 â€œhow did Neal come back to life?” â€œwhat happened to Hook?” â€œhow did Gideon get rescued from the Black Fairy/deaged to a baby?” â€œhow did Emma and Neal get back together?” â€œhow is Peter Pan not very extremely dead?” essentially â€œhow 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 â€˜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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January Status Update

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A summary post of what happened last month fic-wise, and my plans for the forthcoming month, because I can’t hit a target, if I can’t see it.

Previous Status: July, August, September, October, November, December

Works posted in December:

– Painting Layers of Love (AU romance, WIP)
    – Chapter Seven

– Fall All Over Again (Season Two canon-divergence, WIP, nsfw)
    – Chapter Three
– Conspiracy Afloat (Rumbelle Secret Santa fic)
    – Chapter One
    – Chapter Two
    – Chapter Three
    – Chapter Four
    – Chapter Five
    – Chapter Six
    – Chapter Seven
– Trouble Sleeping (Rumbelle Secret Santa oneshot, nsfw)
– Unending Conspiracy (Rumbelle Secret Santa, prompt and ficlet collection)
– Under My Skin (Lachbelle, WIP)
    – Chapter One

– I Love the Way (AU family fluff, WIP)
    – Chapter Five

Coming up definitely in January:
– More Painting Layers of Love
– Update WIP’s until they are finished
– At least one Monthly Rumbelling fic (I’ve already written it)

What I hope January might bring:
– The second idea I have for the Monthly Rumbelling smut prompt

December was dominated by RSS. That fic came to just over a combined 31k words and because I had to post it all at once, it’s my only fic not on tumblr. Due to writing so much other stuff in November, my WIPs suffered this month, which I feel kinda bad about. I’m sorry, it was all the fix-it fic the show made me write in November, it stole all the words 🙂 Anyway, from now on the WIP’s have my priority until they are finished.

I didn’t think I was going to be able to take part in Monthly Rumbelling in December. However, I had a very frustrated writing day which somehow spawned another WIP (I know, what was I thinking?). That wasn’t even the Monthly Rumbelling fic I had planned. Anyway, I still intend at some point to finish and post the GoldenLace Bonnie and Clyde fic I had planned for the smut prompt, it’ll just be late like Fall All Over Again was for November. In actual fact I still haven’t posted the chapter of that which included the Monthly Rumbelling prompt.

Anyway, I’ll have to see what I can manage for January. I really want to write my Enchanted Forest Rumbelle/Swanfire AU but WIP’s have to come first. I now have five WIP’s and I will finish them/most of them before I start posting anything new I promise. Thank merlin hiatus is until March 🙂