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CONjuration Cosplay Prep

So angloanon and I have been playing tug-o-war trying to get each other to go to the other side of the country to meet. Finally, even though I have Funko factory and Steveston, she talked me into going to CONjuration. How? She asked my permission to cosplay as the Caretaker. I offered to be her Dark One, but she had a better idea in mind.

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Katja or, as I’ll explain to anyone who asks, a Once-ified Puss in Boots

(Y’all are going to have to ignore the quality of the pics/my messy bedroom. Not all of us have photographer friends or other areas where we can take pictures undisturbed)

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Filed under CONjuration shakespeareanhoneybadgers katja Puss in Boots selfie saturday No one will freaking answer me on whether or not it's conceited to cosplay as your own OC cosplay OUAT cosplay angloanon

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repeatinglitanies asked: Prompt: Belle dies from the clerics’ torture. Henceforth, Rumpelstiltskin takes her restored body with him on his deals. Everyone who seeks to make a deal with him must now kiss Belle’s hand. If the kiss restores the color in Belle’s body, Rumpelstiltskin will commence a deal. But no one knows what happens to those who fail to do so.

repeatinglitanies:

shakespeareanhoneybadgers:

((Congrats, this wins Creepiest Idea Ever Award.))

They called her the Corpse Bride, the dead body the Dark One toted around on his deals. Encased in a glass coffin, she wore a wedding gown, one arm at her side and the other resting over her stomach. Dead flowers were woven into her long dark curls, pale as winter, but beautiful all the while.

No one was quite sure where she had come from, but she wasn’t an especially old tradition. It wasn’t like anyone had the courage to ask, either.

"So can you?" The fisherman asked, "Restore what the flounder took away from us?"

Rumplestiltskin hemmed, “I dunno,” he turned to the coffin beside him, “Can he, dear?”

The corpse remained still, and after a moment, the lid to the coffin opened.

"Go ahead," Rumplestiltskin pointed down to the arm at her side, "…ask for her favor."

The fisherman tentatively approached, reaching in to take her cold hand. He kept expecting for her to lunge towards him, but she kept her serene composure. He brought it up to his lips, and kissed.

Nothing happened. At first he thought that maybe it just took a moment… But no. The Corpse Bride’s color was not returning. Frantically he kissed it again, then a third time. But she remained as pale as ever.

Rumplestiltskin clucked his tongue, “She doesn’t like your intentions, dearie.”

"No please! No, just give me a chance! NO!"

A cloud of violet smoke engulfed him, and all that remained was another red rose for his beloved. But not all the roses in the world were going to bring her back.

THank you for filling this prompt!

Poor Rumple and Poor Belle! But it’s such a wonderful story!

But….Ummmmm….Is Rumple still sane in this fic?

Bout as sane as any man who decides to tote around his dead true love to figure out people’s intentions while he’s dealing.

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repeatinglitanies asked: Prompt: Belle dies from the clerics’ torture. Henceforth, Rumpelstiltskin takes her restored body with him on his deals. Everyone who seeks to make a deal with him must now kiss Belle’s hand. If the kiss restores the color in Belle’s body, Rumpelstiltskin will commence a deal. But no one knows what happens to those who fail to do so.

((Congrats, this wins Creepiest Idea Ever Award.))

They called her the Corpse Bride, the dead body the Dark One toted around on his deals. Encased in a glass coffin, she wore a wedding gown, one arm at her side and the other resting over her stomach. Dead flowers were woven into her long dark curls, pale as winter, but beautiful all the while.

No one was quite sure where she had come from, but she wasn’t an especially old tradition. It wasn’t like anyone had the courage to ask, either.

"So can you?" The fisherman asked, "Restore what the flounder took away from us?"

Rumplestiltskin hemmed, “I dunno,” he turned to the coffin beside him, “Can he, dear?”

The corpse remained still, and after a moment, the lid to the coffin opened.

"Go ahead," Rumplestiltskin pointed down to the arm at her side, "…ask for her favor."

The fisherman tentatively approached, reaching in to take her cold hand. He kept expecting for her to lunge towards him, but she kept her serene composure. He brought it up to his lips, and kissed.

Nothing happened. At first he thought that maybe it just took a moment… But no. The Corpse Bride’s color was not returning. Frantically he kissed it again, then a third time. But she remained as pale as ever.

Rumplestiltskin clucked his tongue, “She doesn’t like your intentions, dearie.”

"No please! No, just give me a chance! NO!"

A cloud of violet smoke engulfed him, and all that remained was another red rose for his beloved. But not all the roses in the world were going to bring her back.

Filed under old ass prompt repeatinglitanies angst rumbelle fic

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Today is the bday of the finest seal in the world

riseandshinedearie:

I’m totally sorry if I’m late for the celebrations, dear. This crazy change in my time zone is making me struggle a little, but I think it’s normal.

But let’s not talk about me, but about you.

Mel, you are my wifey, my friend, my bright sun in the spiritual shape of a seal.
You are the person I feel connected the most, even by being so damn far away from me.
You are a present, a good present to have and to live in and I’m glad to be able to know you.
You are tender and fierce and cute and brave and a fighter and a dreamer. You are all, because you have strength and softness and boldness and happiness and cheerfulness and kickassery.
You are gorgeous. Awesome. You have the ability to make me smile and cry and smile again and sob and laugh, and I bet it is not just me. You can make a lot of people feel this way. Even more with your incredible good writing.
You are a “dream I’ve dreamed” and you have to courage to go “ask your questions and get some answers”.
You are amazing and sometimes I think you’ve already achieved greatness, you are just waiting to glow it up out your way to the top.
Happy Birthday, seal-of-mine, my Queen Writer.
May God bless you and may you have all that you want in that big heart of yours. May you be successful in everything you choose to do and happy. Really, really happy.

I’m sorry I’m so far away, dear. But, in my heart, I’m hugging you fiercely.

Have a nice birthday. I love you.

Awww owly that is the sweetest thing anyone’s ever written for me. I’m so blessed to know you; you’ve been such a light in my life. Thank you so much for this and the lovely message you sent me. I treasure you so much.

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bitchwhoyoukiddin asked: Real Boy!Figgy verse: Emma babysits. Conversely, Emma and Figgy do something hilarious and Belle laughs while Gold loses his shit.

((I don’t think Mr. Gold could ever “lose his shit” so long as Figgy’s human… Here’s some fluff, even if it only mostly fits the prompt and took me forever to finish))

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"Rum and my cell phone’s will be turned on-"

"Belle."

"-there’s a list of emergency numbers on the fridge-"

"Belle."

"Do not feed him after midnight-"

"Belle!"

The nervous Mrs. Gold finally paused in her rambling to see Emma staring blankly at her.

"I’ve watched tons of kids before," she reminded her gently, "Maybe not ones that used to be cats but, yanno, still not the strangest thing I’ve done this week."

"We appreciate it," Mr. Gold said, shrugging on his jacket, "He’s pretty adjusted given the circumstances, but he still has his quirks. If he wants to go outside, let him and don’t follow. Conversely don’t let him go into the bathroom alone."

Emma stared at him, “So you’re telling me he’s not-“

"We’re working on it," Mrs. Gold murmured, "It’s been a lot of trial and error…"

"I can imagine," Emma murmured.

Filed under old ass prompt bitchwhoyoukiddin riseandshinedearie Real Boy!Figgy FIGGY!

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Anonymous asked: I just wanted to say you're awesome and amazing and I just love your fanfic. Thanks for being so wonderful! - Secret Admirier

It’s like you people know when to bribe me.

Anyway thank you nonnie. Now that I am out of school you can expect me to be scrambling up on my writing horse again.

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I went to bed and woke up with three new followers.

Hi there. Don’t expect much for a couple of weeks because finals but after that I should be getting back to writing. Enjoy your stay.

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Me mentally today after finishing my last shift as a dishwasher. Tomorrow I start my new job doing prepress work, I’m so freaking excited.

Me mentally today after finishing my last shift as a dishwasher. Tomorrow I start my new job doing prepress work, I’m so freaking excited.

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0ceanofdarkness:

thatravenclawbitch:

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riskpig:

i remember when pottermore sorted me into slytherin i was all like WTF I’M CLEARLY A RAVENCLAW and then i realized it was oh so obvious how could i have never realized i was a slytherin?

Pottermore just sorted me into Slytherin and I’m kind of pissed because every other Sorting personality test has placed me in Gryffindor or Ravenclaw. I don’t get it.

Pottermore sorted me into Ravenclaw. Every test I have ever taken has put me in Ravenclaw. I feel like a big part of my sense of self comes from the fact that I’ve never questioned my Hogwarts house. If I ever took a test that put me in another house, I’d probably have an identity crisis.

Pottermore put me in Ravenclaw, which is my house of choice… but the test also had Slytherin as a close second. I’m good with that.

I figured I was a Slytherin, or maybe a Ravenclaw… Pottermore was high when they put me in Gryffindor and I still attest to that.