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writing q! do you look at 'Fresh' as having a hopeful ending? Do you plan on writing a follow-up for it? I loved it btws.

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the ending suggests to me that regina may be baking one hot, crispy, poisonous apple turnover for her husband later that evening, so absolutely hopeful :)

i hadn’t planned on writing a follow-up but i said the same thing about ‘constant’ and then it happened anyway, so i’m open to it i guess if that’s something people would be interested in reading?

and thank you so much!!

I going with: doppio

someonethatiamnot

doppio: list two of your dream travel locations and why.

+ hawaii

because the place was already fascinating to me before i read the descendants and because one of my best friends in the whole world is from there so i’ll have a free place to stay. also 4% sales tax. and i can troll all the places where LOST was filmed.

+ edinburgh, scotland

so i can be that obsessed person who sits by the window at the elephant house every day drinking foamy caffeinated beverages scribbling on napkins and dreaming the day away about what it must have felt like to be jk rowling before she became jk rowling as we know her today.

Send me a cup of coffee.

Espresso: Describe your usual morning routine.
Decaf: Impersonate one of your friends.
Macchiato: Name two things you think go well together and why.
Latte: List three aspects of your personality that you love.
Flat White: Confess the most recent crime you committed.
Iced: Make the weirdest face you can.
Cappuccino: Describe your ideal wedding.
Drip: Post a photo of a stuffed animal you own.
Mocha: Name one of your guilty pleasures.
Doppio: List two of your dream travel locations and why.
Black: Recall the worst insult you've ever received.
Americano: Post a photo of your favorite outfit.
Kopi: Describe an incident when you tried something new.

emily31594:

emma-nolan:

hooked-on-killian:

emma-nolan:

I’m that person that looks too much into every detail of OUAT but it’s been MONTHS since they were on Neverland and I’m JUST NOW cracking up over the fact that Peter PAN got locked in PANdora’s box.

Well, it was said that Pandora’s contained the worst evil’s of the world.

You could say that he could cause some real image

pandemonium

get out

Not to get all nerdy on you, but pandemonium comes from the Greek god of the forest, Pan. It was said that every time a mysterious noise was heard in the forest, it was caused by Pan, thus creating the word Pandemonium.

i appreciated the nerdiness

Ooh for writing questions how far do you have alternatives planned?

emily31594

i have at least six additional chapters in mind, some more vaguely planned than others. and then sometimes other things happen, like the most recent chapter, which wasn’t even supposed to exist at all until suddenly it did. how about ITD? still planning for 14 chapters total (± prelude parts i and ii)?

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Don’t hold back. Whatever you ask, I’ll answer as truthfully and as completely as possible. You can also ask about my writing as a whole, if you like.

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OQ, Alphabetically: F for Fresh

A continuation of this (which I haven’t included here so you can get to the new parts right away). Summary thus far: Prince John forces Robin to attend a masquerade ball in his place. Lovely prompt provided by outlawroyal. And invaluable help provided by emily31594. Hope you enjoy it!

Fresh

The mask hugs him too tightly around the temples, the belt secures his doublet too snugly around the waist.

“Stop fidgeting, John,” the Queen hisses into Robin’s ear. “You look like you have a rat in your tunic, for Christ’s sake. And is that dirt on your—oh, Henry!” A smile cracks through the heavy layer of makeup on her face as she raises a hand to greet their guests of honor.

“And my dear Cora,” she simpers, “looking as radiant as ever. So good of you to come. And you must be the lovely Regina.” She pauses a moment, and Robin wonders what she’s waiting for when a small heeled foot digs itself into his shoe, a painful reminder of the part he’s there to play.

“Milady,” he murmurs, bowing as he brushes a kiss against the princess’s gloved knuckles.

Dark eyes meet his as he rights himself, too dark to read, so he looks instead to her lips, the only other part of her face that isn’t covered in sequined feathers and glitter. They’re plump, red and pressed into a rigid line, and she looks about as happy to be there as he is. Her mother has a firm grip on her elbow, the smile she gives her daughter is so unnaturally wide it looks almost threatening, and he realizes perhaps she is half the problem.

He offers Regina his forearm. “May I steal you away for a dance?”

“Well!” says the Queen, looking startled but pleased. “How marvelous—“

Robin is already leading Regina away to the main dance hall.

“My mother is an insufferable woman,” Robin says conversationally, thinking he might as well have some fun with this while he’s at it (John can thank him later).

It’s hard to tell with all the sparkly things obscuring her face but he thinks he catches the startled look she throws his way before the mask is back in place. He bites back a smile, vows to put a crack in it, just a little one, by the end of the night.

But she is stubborn and unyielding at first, her waist is stiff where he places his right hand, her fingers lifeless and disinterested in his left as he leads her into the waltz. He presses himself as close to her as her dress will allow, an elaborate cascade of crimson velvet dusted in gold and trimmed with black Chantilly lace, just to get a reaction, which she doesn’t give him.

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okay but i just love how we know without even seeing that he&#8217;s angling his mouth against hers and the way her fingers grasp and pull at his jacket and his palm presses into her hip and their bodies are subconsciously swaying towards the door until henry interrupts them all of it just kills me

okay but i just love how we know without even seeing that he’s angling his mouth against hers and the way her fingers grasp and pull at his jacket and his palm presses into her hip and their bodies are subconsciously swaying towards the door until henry interrupts them all of it just kills me

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