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[travelingthroughworlds]

Treasure Hunt

@dreadpiratejones

Prince Philip wasted no time in telling everyone at the nearby pub of his enchantment and subsequent freedom from such enchantment. The one who helped free him, Lady Belle French was deep in the forest until one day she was attacked, stuffed in a barrel and brought on a ship. “A gift for you Captain.” A burly man said as he moved the barrel.

[heckcduparchived]

@dreadpiratejones asked: MEME

kiss. for sender’s muse to waken receiver’s muse up with a kiss. (for Emma)

Like mother like daughter.

The last thing Emma remembered was feeling dizzy before she collapsed as the result of what she could only assume was another curse. Though it did seem to be a bit cliche to have her fall under the kind of curse that would require someone to kiss her to wake her up.

Not just any one though. True love. True love was needed to wake someone up from a sleeping curse. That was the thought that crossed her mind as she slowly opened her eyes to see Killian above her.

"hi."

[legends-and-savages]

@dreadpiratejones sent: ❛ ah, so you're not heartless after all. ❜ (For Regina)

&. 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.| Accepting

"Of course I have a heart." Regina said. "I just kept it guarded."

[legends-and-savages]

@dreadpiratejones sent: “ don’t look but…i think something is following us. ” (For Belle)

paranormal prompts| Accepting

Belle paused and looked over at Killian. "How sure are you?" She asked. "Should we do something or hope they go away?"

[myhappyxending]

🫣

NEW YEARS EVE KISSES: Pick a place to kiss my muse. - @dreadpiratejones

send 🫣 for a “ALMOST” kiss.

Regina lifted her eyes as the countdown reached five. Hook was standing right in front of her, causing her heart to skip a beat. They'd been dancing around whatever had been going on between for months now. Tonight would be what decided if they took that next step or remained friends.

She lowered her eyes, knowing that she was going to go for it as soon as the clock struck midnight. Her hand moved to his hip, giving it a squeeze but she hadn't lifted her head back to him yet.

Five. Four. Three… Her head lifts and Hook is leaning down, eyes locked on hers as he tilted his head and started to kiss her cheek when she turned her head just in time for his lips to touch the corner of her mouth as the countdown reached one.

Her heart skipped at beat at the feel of his lips touching her anywhere near her mouth. The hand on his hip squeezed once again as she leaned back in and kissed him properly on the lips. Her other hand moved up to the back of his head as the kiss changed from a soft, subtle kiss to one filled with all the passion they had been trying to deny themselves.

As the need for air consumed them, she pulled back and leaned her head against his forehead. "Happy New Year."

[myhappyxending]

💋 Happy New Year, Madam Mayor.

(x) - @dreadpiratejones

"Happy New Year, Mr. Morgan."

[myhappyxending]

[ m!a supernatural ] for my muse to magically transform into their most feared creature (vampire, ghost, etc etc) for the reply / thread

autumn / halloween inbox memes   ♡   a series of prompts appropriate for the autumn season.  feel free to change anything as needed.  happy writing! - @dreadpiratejones

[ m!a supernatural ]  for my muse to magically transform into their most feared creature (vampire, ghost, etc etc) for the reply / thread

Please Note: I decided to make this a fun little drabble because why not? LOL. I hope you like it!

Regina didn't know how it happened, and she most certainly didn't know when it happened, but she had no doubt that it was Hook messing around with a bit of magic that he didn't understand. Now she had been transformed into an honest to goodness real life ghost. She couldn't pick up anything. She walked through walls.

As far as she could tell, no one could see her. And if they couldn't see her, she doubted they could hear her. She didn't know how to get herself out of this mess, but she was damn well going to try her damnedest. She managed to get herself down to the docks and aboard the Jolly Roger. She found him half way through the bottle of rum that he held in his non-hooked hand.

"Just great. I'm literally the floating dead, and he's drunk as a skunk." Her anger allowed her to pick up an apple that had been left on one of the barrels above deck. She hoisted it at his head and only narrowly missed. "Damn it," she growled. The look on Hook's face was priceless. That caused her to laugh, and it was the only thing that saved him from getting her worked up enough to roll the canon in this direction and hopefully make him a ghostly figure same as herself.

[everdawn]

@dreadpiratejones sent: [ COLD ] to  give EMMA their gloves or scarf  because it’s chilly.

IF it wasn't obvious enough already, emma's signature red leather coat wasn't much of a match against the chill in the air. she'd gotten used to winters in boston but storybrooke was on its own level.  ❛❛ oh ! thanks, ❜❜ the blonde responsed as killian surrendered his scarf. she'd done her best to appear tough and not at all cold, but had clearly failed. her own warmer outerwear had been acquired when she first arrived but the femme had foolishly thought their outing would be a short one and hadn't dressed accordingly. a grateful smile graced her features, however, as she wrapped the scarf around her neck.  ❛❛ that's much better, ❜❜ emma admitted.  ❛❛ but now you might get cold. ❜❜ she stopped in her tracks and faced him.  ❛❛ maybe you should get closer so we can prevent that. ❜❜