I decided to play a little with my styles and stuff some more, and also wanted to give Sia’s dragon features their own charm depending on her Noble armor.

Maaaaaybe i’ll do a Hoshidan version of this but i dunno when ;3

I just wanted to draw Sia using Dragon Fang.

I’m so tired of Rumple. I’m so tired of him repeatedly getting chances to win Belle back (despite repeatedly lying to her and breaking her trust). I’m tired of him always getting chances with her while Emma lost every guy except Hook (though she technically lost him too) and Regina losing every one of her love interests as well. Why do the people who constantly work to do the right thing get punished while Rumple, who does things only for himself and his own pursuit of power, faces barely any repercussions for his actions.

OUAT "THE SAVIOR" 6x01

-ITS JAFAR AND ALADDIN FUCK ME UPPPPPP

-captain swan kissing

-Henry lookin fiiiine

-Hyde what’s up with your eye I’m concerned for your health

-belles dreamin of a hot boy what’s new

-Regina: this may sound petty
GIMME A P , GIMME AN E, GIMME A T T Y IM PETTY ALL THE TIME

-Regina calling for Emma yasssssss

-Hopper carrying Starbucks look at him go

-Hyde knows the caged look? bdsm shit or what

-what omg belle still sees rumple as a beast :,(

-OMG TALE AS OLD AS TIME YASSSS AWWWWW THIS IS SO CUTE alright AND THE DRESS AWWW SKKSISKAKAMS

-cut to Regina in all black ok

-sibling fights about souls

-IS THAT IAGO in cgi

-OMG BELLE BROUGHT HERSELF BACK

-MORPHEUS TF WAIT A MOMENTO
IS THIS HER SON HOLD ON
OH GOOD LORD

-SO HOT
SO PURE

-this whole Aladdin situation with Emma is confusing me a lot

-“that’s what the saviors always say” same

-it’s definitely stress from all the MONSTERS YOURE FIGHTING EMMA

-Regina and snow bonding
aw this is nice
always have hope kids

-OMG HEY ITS A FEATHER LIKE ROBINS THING OH BOY

-Oh shit evil queENS OUT FOR HAPPY HOUR AT THE LODGE

Bonus: SO READY FOR ALADDIN JASMINE CINDERELLA AND “UNRELENTING EVIL”

Hook/Daughter Imagine

Okay I haven’t written anything in FOREVER and I’m so busy so I can’t guarantee how good this will be…but since I got a request for another Once daughter imagine pic and Once comes TONIGHT, WHY NOT?!  I’m going the Hook route because I miss him haha.

This is set the day after Hooks arrival back into Storybook from Hell.  (Reader POV)

I rubbed my eyes and groggily looked around my room, slowly sitting up in bed.  The morning light was shining through my windows, illuminating my room with bright sunlight and I smiled as I recalled what had happened last night.  The man who I never thought I’d ever get to see again somehow returned here all the way from hell…literally hell.  He tried to explain to me last night how it all came to be, but as I was hugging him and crying hundreds of happy tears, I was way too excited to listen to his full story.  

I heard the sound of sizzling food on the stove and I instantly jumped out of bed with a big smile on my face.  “Ow!  Shit..” I muttered as I stubbed my toe on my nightstand because I ran too quickly without looking.  I ran downstairs and peeked around the corner into the kitchen, and there he was standing there at the stove, still in his PJ pants and t-shirt himself, cooking eggs for two.  I couldn’t hold in my happy giggle as I darted out from behind the wall, ran to him and hugged him as tightly as if it were last night all over again and he’d just come back.

“OOF!  Why hello there love, good morning,” he chuckled as he wrapped his hook arm around me, planting a kiss on the top of my head, “Startled me a little there.”  I happily giggled even more as I tried to apologize, “Sorry dad, I’m just so happy you’re back.”  He gave me that loving, proud look he always gives me whenever I’ve called him dad lately.  I broke the hug and walked over to grab a seat at the table to wait until breakfast was ready.

“Look who’s back into the swing of making eggs for breakfast again, eh?” I said with a half smile.  “Ah, well I’m trying to make it seem like the entire underworld situation never happened to the best of my ability,” he said looking up at me from the stove.  “And I thought, instead of Granny’s today, we could stay in and spend some quality time.”  He turned back and flipped the egg over on the pan to cook the underside of it.  “Don’t drop it,” I said chuckling.  Hook looked back at me with an exaggeratedly shocked expression, “You miss, are speaking to the best egg cooker in the world.”

I laughed a little and shot back, “Considering we come from a world without electricity and stoves…”  Hook tried to glare at me but he couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, “Watch yourself love…one more comment like that and you’re gonna get it.”  Just as he finished speaking he flipped the egg once more.  It flew into the air and as it came back down I yelled, “BOO!” and he jumped, letting the eggs fall onto the floor.  I burst out laughing so hard I was holding my stomach and nearly falling out of my chair.  I loved messing with him like this, we do it all the time so he’s very much used to it now.  

Hook, a devious, angry smile forming on his face said in his ‘trying to be intimidating’ voice, “Ohh…you are in for it now love,” and he started walking towards me.  I squealed and ran away laughing my ass off, “Ahh no!!”  I curved around the corner running into the living room as I heard a loud voice behind me getting closer, “You can’t run from a pirate now!”  I laughed even harder as I tried to run faster.  Suddenly I felt two arms, one with a hook and one without, wrap around my tummy and pull me back up into the air, and over his shoulder.  “I got you now miss!” Hook laughed as he swung me in a circle and then placed me down onto the couch.

I smirked up at him, “But what you don’t got are the eggs,” I giggled.  And with that he was completely done with me and said, “Thats it little miss,” as he pounced starting to squeeze my sides and tummy with his non-hook hand.  I burst out into loud, uncontrollably loud giggles while squirming from side to side, “DAAHAHAHAD N-NOHO!!” I shouted through my giggles.  “Ohh did you really think you’d get away with all those little remarks eh?” He chuckled moving up to dig his fingers into my rib cage.  I squealed burying my face into the couch pillow exploding into even louder laughter.  

“D-dad I’m sorryehehaha!!!” I managed to squeal out.  Hook laughed down at me, “Hmm, well I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet!”  He suddenly moved his hand to gently spider tickle my tummy.  “Dad…don’t…you…dare…” I said trying to hide my big fat smile forming on my face.  He smirked and asked, “Are you sorry for making me drop the eggs love?”  I nodded my head yes.  My tummy was my worst spot and he knew it, he always used to use his beard to tickle it when I was little and it was a literal nightmare.

He nodded, “Thank you..but however” he said cocking his head, “I still think you deserve this,” and with that he quickly lifted my shirt over my tummy, placed his mouth down onto it, and blew a huge raspberry while scratching his beard around it.  I squealed and exploded into laughter all over again, my face turning red, “I SA-SAHAHAID SOHOHRRYEHE AHAHEHA!”  Hook smirked and laughed down at me as he stopped, “Alright alright you little goofball.  I suppose we’re going to end up at Granny’s now since you ruined the eggs I tried to make, eh?,” he said messing up my hair.  I made a half guilty, half laughing face, “Yeah I suppose so…”

prologue

(Greek πρόλογος prólogos, from pro, “before” and lógos, “word”)

is an opening to a story that establishes the setting and gives background details, often some earlier story that ties into the main one, and other miscellaneous information. The Ancient Greek prólogos included the modern meaning of prologue, but was of wider significance, more like the meaning of preface. The importance, therefore, of the prologue in Greek drama was very great; it sometimes almost took the place of a romance, to which, or to an episode in which, the play itself succeeded. 

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My happy place often includes books, coffee and showtunes so I may as well name it “Broadway Café” this is what I think it would sound like on a lazy afternoon: soft showtunes, medleys and jazzy overtures (x)