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//Dear Tumblr,
WHY WOULD YOU RECOMMEND A BLOG TO ME THAT HAS ME BLOCKED?! THAT SEEMS LIKE THE FAULTIEST FUCKING PROGRAMMING ON THE FUCKING PLANET
//When I started RPing in OUAT years ago... Rumbelle was my OTP. It was way up there, higher than any ship for Emma. (I just couldn’t play Belle at the time)
Season 4 it became a no, and as of today I am refusing to acknowledge season 5 all together. This season has filled me with so much anger from every perspective of this show. I will not be RPing my Belle with any Rumple outside of Enchanted Forest pre-curse, if I RP with one at all.
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Once Upon A Time Season 4
I have never followed a blog so fast in my life
Blood Slave | Vampire AU
He was ignorant of her grabbing any other blade, Hook just ‘guiding’ her along to the basement. The vampire gave her hair a hard yank when she tried to kick out at him. “You wouldn’t be the first hunter I’ve come across and I assure you, love, you won’t be the last.” He knew how weak human beings were; it would only be a matter of time before she was past the point of fighting. Hook started to lead her down the stairs. “As for what I expect–I expect you to have some sense of self-preservation, some actual intelligence floating around in that brain of yours. But I don’t know why I think such a thing; you’re clearly lacking.” He threw her into the cell, letting his hand only let go of her hair at the last possible second.
Emma grunted in pain as he added more pressure to her hair, trying to not fight him to prevent him from just ripping it all out. Trying to keep her limbs from tangling on the steps was becoming a challenge at this angle and she stumbled into the cell when he shoved her, collapsing onto her knees. Her hand twisted in her hair, trying to ease the pain as she glared at the cell door. “Running from a beast like you is self-preservation.”
I thought you could do with a nice dinner being made for you. - v; welcome to Storybrooke
Jefferson came home from his trip to see Rumplestiltskin only to find his house full of smoke. He rushed towards the source, which seemed to be in his kitchen. There he found Emma, frantically trying to wave smoke out of the room through the open windows and the entire kitchen a mess. “Emma, what happened?”
“I thought you could do with a nice dinner being made for you,” she replied, her voice sounding dismayed at the disaster surrounding them.
“But are you okay?” he asked, moving over to her and holding her at arms length to check to see if she was fine. Seeing she was fine, he pulled her to him, kissing her gently. “It’s okay. It’s the thought that counts, Emma.”
“Emma,” Jefferson began. He really didn’t want her to think that way about why he was asking to help. He wanted to have input because he hadn’t had the chance to do this with Grace. “It’s your home too and just because I happen to be paying doesn’t mean I am obligated to give my opinion. I really just want to experience this with you.” He looked away from her, focusing on a crib in distance.
As he followed behind, he gazed at all the choices. He and his wife had never had things like this for Grace. At Emma’s question, he smiled. “I think that’s very doable,” Jefferson replied, looking beyond her at the themed bedding in front of them. “Are you thinking you’d like a safari or zoo decorations?”
Just from the inflection of her name she knew she’d misspoken, her hand giving his a squeeze of apology. Her eyes avoided his, nodding slowly as she accepted the words yet didn’t face him. It was a behavior she sometimes couldn’t accept– that he wanted in her life after years of everyone wanting out.
She pinched a soft piece of fuzz from the giraffe’s face, still trying to not look at him until she got her emotions back in check. “Safari.. Zoo’s have too many bars and I’d rather it be free. Though we could still throw in penguins or other animals.” she replied, glancing towards him but avoiding his eyes.
A New Direction
Jefferson ended up spending more time with his old friend than he originally expected. He’d found Victor again, giving him a better explanation of what he and Emma needed these next few months and planning out with him how to keep his wife safe. While he knew Victor really wasn’t the type of doctor to deal with pregnant women, he was happy to know his old friend was there to help and give guidance to them both.
He was catching up with Victor on what was happening with his life when heard someone approaching. Looking towards the study door, Jefferson saw his wife coming towards them. “Emma, how are you feeling?” he asked, standing up and moving over to her. “I’m sorry, but I was just catching up with Victor.”
Emma could hear voices, male, in the long hall. It was something she directed herself towards as she wandered the large mansion. When she got closer she could hear her husband’s familiar tone, a smile creeping up that he was near. It wasn’t as if either had friends since they fell into Rumplestiltskin’s deal. She peered in from the hall, glad to see them both as she remained just out of sight to avoid disrupting rudely.
When Jefferson got up to rush over she raised a hand as if to wave off his anxieties. “Well rested.” It was a surprising answer given the circumstance but the nap had done wonders. She turned to Victor, giving a thankful nod. “Thank you again for allowing up to stay.. I was in a bit of shock before.” That and the world hadn’t agreed with her after the movement through portals.
//I need the British audible version of The Red Necklace and I need it now.. T_T
There Problem Solved!
Gravestones: Gold , Rumplestilskin , Crocodile .
Hades: “Oh you sly, sly Bastard!”
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I’ve missed Cruella
Best thing since the invention of the snarfblat.
In honor of Munday, the Muse will now tell everyone the answers to any questions they feel like asking about the Mun. In their own words. Whether the Mun likes it or not.
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Hook continued drinking, slowly draining the life from his victim. His fangs pierced into the vein at the other’s neck, Hook drank greedily, hungrily. He was far thirstier than he had ever been, but even so, he’d have probably behaved the same way if he wasn’t. It was in an effort to quelch that thirst, that hunger, that he drank like he did.
The vampire could feel the body growing limp in his arms, and knew she was close to passing out completely; she was close to being lost. But Hook didn’t care, and he kept drinking–only stopping when she was finally on the brink.
Emma had put up a fight, as she always did with him. The usual slamming of her back against the cage, the sting of her palm at striking him. Sometimes she did it well, others, like today, she doesn't manage to fend him off. Her arms were forced into a pin, unable to force him back when he'd sank in his teeth.
The struggles had continued, the hunter always testing the boundaries even as he pulled greedily at her vein. It was a few tense moments when the strain in her body began to ease. Hands no longer dug and clawed, spine relaxing as her mind swam. When the beas finally pulled back she didn't strike him, her eyes instead closed to try and keep her balance. That usually hateful glare was for now muted in favor of focusing on her heart beat, the thing so faint now in her chest as she drew in slow breathes.
\Went to a mini convention as black widow. Cause red hair and long sleeves. Hah.
You’re gonna make an amazing queen.
And Olympus will be lucky to have a hero like you.
