[reads summary of fic] THIS IS WHAT I WANT
[reads first 10 words of fic] this is not what i want
It was Halloween time, and while Rumplestitlskin himself didn’t enjoy dressing up in ridiculous costumes and traipsing around the town, he would do anything to make his darling little girl happy. Not to mention his wife.
Rosalie Gold was 5 years old and the only thing she wanted for Halloween was to be a princess, “just like mama!”
"My darling, you are always a princess," Rumple told her as she sat in his lap. "You’re papa’s little princess." He kissed her nose and she giggled.
She wanted a princess dress and a tiara, she told him. And so she would have them. If he could be faulted for anything nowadays, it would be spoiling his little princess rotten. Though, as Belle often pointed out, their sweet little Rosy could never be rotten. “She has too much of her mother in her,” he would agree.
When Halloween day finally arrived, Rumplestiltskin presented his daughter with a beautiful, shimmering gown of gold with pink flowers attached, and a tiara to match. Her squeals of delight were the only thanks he needed. Well— that and Rosy looking beautiful as ever in a dress that would show her for what she truly was to him, his princess.
Though the town was full of Disney princesses, King Gold, Queen Belle, and Princess Rosy wore the most detailed and exquisite costumes. And Princess Rosy was, at least to Rumple and Belle, the prettiest little princess in the land.
Its a great story, but I absolutely love this picture
29. What is your current project or projects? Haha. Well, I am actually partway through a prompt-fill for a crossover fic. I also have started several other prompts that have at least the first paragraph written. I am also still ruminating on ‘Renegades & Revolutionaries’. And I am considering the merits of doing a part 2 to Intro.
30. Do you have a favorite fic you’ve written? What makes it your favorite? And don’t forget to give us a link! Wow, that’s hard. I think I’d have to make that a tie between Ever After because it was the first canon verse story I wrote (and I still really like it) & Memento Vivere because the concept was something I’d been thinking about for awhile and it turned out better than I was expecting it to.
Hmmm, I had a little idea of a prompt; One weekend during a storm, the power goes out. Instead of playing video games, Bae decides to play a board game that all three of them can play together. (Bae possibly teaming up with his dad to beat his mother ^_^)
Squeee! Maybe Belle and Gold can dance at some point in this verse.
Adoption!verse: Belle and Bae play a prank on Gold.
So yeah, this happened. I wasn’t sure how to get the prank in here, but I think my solution worked well.
look kiddos: due to tumblr’s half-baked tagging system (where only so many tags count towards actually categorizing a given post), tags on this site have evolved into an acceptable form of dispensing and sharing commentary, but that is not the case on other websites — ESPECIALLY AO3. tags on AO3 are intended to be functional, not conversational, and not only do excessive paragraphs of tags like these look patently ridiculous and sell your work short, they also make life harder for the site’s tag wranglers who volunteer their time to keep the tags organized so people can actually find your fic.
in short, knock it off.
This is something I would never, ever say in almost any other circumstance, but if you tag your fic on AO3 as if you were tagging a tumblr post, YOU ARE DOING FANDOM WRONG.
AO3 tags are not Tumblr tags, space friends. Don’t do the thing.
things people do in fanfic no one does in real life
- smirk every frickin five seconds
- stutter to be cute
- be like “yeah ok” when asked to call someone “daddy”
- chuckle gently
- chuckle in general
- make simple misunderstandings into the biggest bitch fest you will ever experience
- NO ONE CHUCKLES IT DOESN’T HAPPEN
I chuckled so hard at this
well yes of course i want my otp to be happy
but first let me see one of them choking back tears at a hospital bedside while the other lies in a coma (◉‿◉✿)
how am i not tired of reading about the same two people falling in love in 5000 different ways yet
(the late ’90s/early ’00s American high school AU too many of us lived to actually need.)
7,549 words, this section; adult, definitely adult, this section.
a/n: I said this would be seven chapters, and it is, but I wish I’d split them slightly differently, because this one is long, and it goes almost right into, like, smut. So, if you need a little build up to get in that head-space, maybe re-read part of the previous chapter? Thanks for reading at all, actually, this one was fun! (and for the record, for the folks that asked, I was class of ‘01, so that’s what I was working with here, mostly.)
Title from Jimmy Eat World’s song of the same name.
If he lives to be 90, hell, if he lives to be 900, he is always going to remember this moment.
Making out with Rose Tyler in the teacher’s lounge during the homecoming dance — it’s destined to become one of those stories he tells, and retells, a testament to his glory days, and he is living it right now.