also once upon a time inspired

So I volunteer at my local Vinnies right? And its amazing the things people throw away. But also very hilarious. So many vases and painting that are worth like hundreds. 

I was sorting out the kid books section when

I found a gem

“I dedicate this story to my parents, who ave always supported me. And to my teachers [Blank] and [Blank] who have inspired me.”

“Once upon a time….. Spiderman was doing his daily patrolling. Suddenly he decided to go down and know what is going on?”
“He saw a little boy dressed in Spiderman suite playing in the street.”

“The boy said to him “I want to be like you flying in the sky.” “I dont want to go to school anymore.”
“Spiderman told him “Look at me I am a real man like you. I only fly in the stories. I went to school when I was in your age”“

““If you study hard at school you will help your country and will be better then Spiderman himself.”“
“”Promise me to go to your school and study hard. Obey your teachers and your parents and be helpful to your country.””

“The boy promised Spiderman to be a good schoolboy, but will always keep wearing the suite. Spiderman laughed and wished him the best of luck.”

“Spiderman goes to school with the boy and they stays the first day of school together. Everybody spends a very nice time together.” 

I dont know why this was only 50 cents because it is PRICELESS

once upon a dream

◇ The palace always looked so perfect when you were looking in from the outside.

◇ Sehun x reader

◇ scarletheart!au

◇ this is kinda scarlet heart inspired but some things are different and the time line is a bit weird too lol / i also kinda rushed it bc i wanted to get something up??? Its also kinda angsty so yep


The life of a hand maiden was cursed to be stifling and boring. Every morning, you prepared the Queen her tea; chamomile, always, because she got easily stressed and was in dire need of a cup of calm.

After helping the Queen get dressed with four or five other hand maidens who really weren’t needed, you would follow the Queen wherever she went. Well, you and 5 other girls. Standing in twos, one row after the other, head bent to the ground and eyes timid and obedient.

You despised it.

Around afternoon, the Queen would be visited by her sons — usually the younger ones, because the elder princes were busy with running the kingdom.

There were 12 in total, but only 3 were hers. The others were sons of concubines, but the Queen was lucky to have had the eldest — Crown Prince Minseok. The second eldest of her sons was the 7th prince, Prince Jongdae, and then the youngest of all the princes, Prince Sehun.

You didn’t think it was fair at all, the life you had to live. And you weren’t even on the worst end of the spectrum! The peasants — they lived even worse. Many a time you had heard about how they scrapped for food, never washed and died from diseases you could easily cure in the palace. On the rare occasion that you were permitted to leave the castle, you were astounded by the rags that hung off their haggard bodies. Because of your job that you took at a young age, you had never had to experience such trouble.

But step into the castle, and it was a completely different story. The Queen never wore the same thing twice. Her clothes were made from the finest linen and silk, her jewellery intertwining vines of gold and precious stones. She drank the finest brewed tea, harvested from private land, and she ate the best cuts of meat. You would never see any of the royal family scrapping for food.

You wanted to hate them. All of them. But you couldn’t — not when your mind was plagued with thoughts of a person you could never have but still wanted.

Not when you were in love with the 12th prince.


Your first encounter with Sehun took place when you were merely fifteen years of age — and he, seventeen.

You began as a simple palace servant girl, washing laundry in the nearby river to make money to feed your family. Your hands always ached and you felt as if you would turn blue from the icy coldness of the water, but nobody seemed to care.

As the youngest of the group of girls who were washing maids too, you were often given the largest pile which resulted in long hours and staying out until late to finish up.

You hadn’t eaten all day, your body was weak, the water was cold and your hands were numbing. You used all of your remaining strength on trying to get the sheets as clean as possible — and before you knew it, you began to get dizzy.

You barely had enough strength left in you to register the fatigue pulsing through your body, before your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you fell face first into the shallow water.

When you first wake, it feels hard to breathe — like something is clogging your lungs. It hurts to breathe, your chest aches and your throat is sore, and every time you inhale you can feel something that’s not supposed to be there in your lungs, and instinctively, you begin to cough erratically. You’re horrified to find water spilling out of your mouth from seemingly nowhere.

Your cloudy vision begins to clear, and your eyebrows furrow when you’re met with a ceiling instead of the night sky. And not the ceiling of the maid’s quarters, because you know that all too well.

“I am glad to see that you are awake.”

Your breath catches in your throat at the voice that resounds from your right, and you feel panic rise in your chest when you sit up and catch a glimpse of a luxuriously decorated room. Oh no. No, no, no, no.

“You know, it is mannerly to face the man who saved you.”

And so you turn, and you’re not faced with a man. You’re faced with a boy — the 12th prince, and automatically you’re rising to your knees despite the weakness in your body and hurriedly moving the bow. There are tears in your eyes because you’re well aware that this means the end of your career and your family is barely scraping by as it is—

You hear him sigh, and suddenly there’s a hand on your bicep pulling you up until you’re sitting back on your knees. You focus your gaze on anything that isn’t his eyes, including the candles burning a few metres away and the blue cloth of his robes.

“I don’t need you to bow,” he chastises, “I want to know why you were out so late, and alone, too. Where were the other maids?”

“S-sleeping, Your Highness,” you manage to whisper, inhaling a shaky breath. “I was finishing up my washing load. I-I’m sorry for bothering you, Your Highness.”

He ignores your apology, instead choosing to furrow his eyebrows in confusion. “The Royal Physician said that you are malnourished. You are in no condition to be working…”

“I must work!” You cry hurriedly, a gasp following your statement when you realised that you just spoke without permission. “Please, forgive me, Your Highness, I—”

“You can speak,” he murmurs, “I will not punish you for speaking. I want to know why you’re working when you need to rest.”

His naivety astounds you. How nice it must be to live ignorantly within the castle walls. You’re not required to work, every sickness is cured, and you don’t have to beg for one morsel of food.

“I-I am a maid,” you say, confusion coating your words. Surely, he knew how his servants were living? “My wellbeing is not relevant. I must earn money for my family.”

“Surely, your parents work as well? Do you not have any siblings?”

“My father died years ago,” you frown. “My mother has recently contracted the plague that is terrorising outside of the castle. And I am the eldest of five. My siblings are merely children.”

He stays silent, but you can see the confusion and disbelief on his features. As minutes pass, you’re reminded that you have to return to your quarters so that you can at least get a few hours of sleep.

You bow your head deeply. “I apologise for troubling you, Your Highness. I must return to my quarters.”

You clamber up from what you realise with burning cheeks is his bed, and you’re ashamed of the indecency that you had displayed. You had only started working mere months ago! You could not jeopardise your source of income.

You vowed to never speak to the prince ever again. After all, you were a maid, and he was royalty. You had to be breaking at least one law — but the prince had other ideas.

Just a day after your incident with the prince, you were promoted to a court lady. You were in complete disbelief, for there were maids that had been in the palace for longer than you that had not been promoted. You were given a larger pay, better clothes, and you were required to run the bathhouse that the princes and the princess frequented.

It was no coincidence that on top of this, you seemed to orchestrate the 12th prince’s baths more than any of the others. He would ask you how you were adjusting, if you had eaten, how your mother and siblings were.

And then, as you grew older together, he began to ask you to accompany him for walks around the Royal Gardens, or to drink tea with him. He enjoyed visiting libraries too, and though he’d never admit it, he had a soft spot for toys too. But he couldn’t indulge in them too often, for it was almost time to celebrate his 20th birthday, and it was indecent to act in such a manner.

It was on the night of his 20th birthday that he first kissed you.

You met him in an almost abandoned area of the Royal Gardens, a place that went unseen for a majority of the year by most people. You brought him a special type of tea that you had bargained for with foreign traders, and expressed your gratitude that you would get to see him live another year.

And he had kissed you, and you had enjoyed it.


Your mother grows more sick as each day passes. She had survived the plague from many years ago, but it had made her body weak and frail. She couldn’t work, and your siblings struggled to earn enough money for her treatments — after all, your mother had made you promise that you spent your money on food and clothing.

She dies on a sunny evening when the flowers are blooming and even the poorest peasants manage to be happy. You don’t get the news until a few days after when you are finally allowed a break from working, and the realisation that you had been living happily while your siblings mourned made you feel sick to the stomach.

But you couldn’t mourn. Not now, not ever. Sehun was worried that you hadn’t shed a tear for your mother’s passing, but you couldn’t afford to. You had more incentive to continue working now more than ever, and despite the 12th prince’s concern, you worked harder than ever.

He brought you flowers and held you close in the shelter of the large tree in the deepest part of the Royal Gardens. He offered to pay for a new home for your family, but as always, you refused. How suspicious would it look if you were suddenly able to afford a better house? Inappropriate relations with royalty were punishable by death.

It was a reality that you had to face, anyway: your mother was dead. And the fact that you had to face that reality made you hate life in the palace even more, where everything seemed to be completely perfect. However, like most things, under the surface was a different story.

The Crown Prince was sick. You were forbidden from letting those words from slipping out of your lips, but you could see it. Everyone could. Minseok grew paler and more frail as each day passed. The few times that you drew him a bath, he was in a cold sweat and stared into nothingness when you asked him if he wanted anything else. His lips were chapped and almost purple.

With Minseok’s obvious demise approaching, people were talking within the palace. For one: who would be the next Crown Prince? Logically, it would be the 2nd prince Luhan, but multiple times he had refused the throne. So the 3rd prince, then, Yifan. But there was one large problem with that.

He was power hungry. He aspired to be King, unlike most of his siblings, and who knew the lengths he would go through to make sure his position wasn’t threatened? The atmosphere in the castle was darkening, and the people both outside and inside the castle were unsettled.

The palace was beautiful at night. Since your promotion to hand maiden for the Queen, you had barely got to walk outside alone. But now, with the moon as your only light and the wind as your company, you felt as if you could breath.

In some way, you were glad for the distraction. It stopped you from thinking of your mother, and in turn stopped you from breaking down when you were meant to be alerting the court ladies at the bathhouse of the Queens emergency bath.

It’s only when you’re about to exit the main area of the palace and begin your walk to the bathhouse that you’re interrupted by the very man that plagued your thoughts.

Sehun walks in the opposite direction that you do, his eyes set on you. You’re prepared to completely ignore him, like you usually do in public, and you’re completely taken aback when he grasps your wrists.

“Your Highness!” Your eyes widen, but he gives you no time to question him. He drags you towards the gardens beside the pathway, until you come to a stop surrounded by the beautiful flowers that bloomed under the hard work of the grounds’ keeper. “Sehun—”

“We have to leave,” he pants. You look closer at his face, and you find yourself frowning at the clammy, pale skin and dried lips. “My love, we have to leave.”

Leave?” You mumble incredulously, eyebrows knitting together. “I have to inform the court ladies of the Queen’s bath! Why ever would we leave—?”

“Listen to me!” Sehun exclaims, grasping your hands shakily in his. “Minseok — Minseok is dead.”

You feel your heart drop to your stomach.“ D-dead?”

“Yifan ordered soldiers to kill him,” Sehun continues, glancing around frantically. “Yifan has been poisoning Minseok with mercury for years.”

Your eyes widen in disbelief as Sehun keeps rambling, and your chest suddenly feels tighter than usual.

“Yifan’s soldiers killed Baekhyun,” he finishes with a shaky breath, his eyes glassed over. “He’ll come after the rest of us. That’s why I’m here: run away with me.”

“Run away?” You echo. Your immediate response is to say yes, but you have to think deeper. “I have family Sehun. I can’t leave them alone. My siblings are only living because of the money I provide—!”

“We’ll take them with us,” he begs hurriedly. “All of us — my mother has a house just north of here. Nobody knows about it except me — they’ll never find us there.”

There’s hesitation painted on your features, and time is running out. You both duck hastily as you hear a band of soldiers run passed, shouting orders of ‘find them!’.

“Please,” he murmurs, his voice broken when he grasps your face between his hands. “I love you too much to leave you behind.”

“I… We—” Your words are cut off, but your tone is strong. You need to say this. You need to have closure. “Let’s go, then. Before the soldiers find us.”

He breaks into that beautiful smile he saved just for you, and you feel your heart lifting in elation — that is, of course, until your vision begins to get blurry, and you see the world around blacken.

“S—Sehun?” You cry out, your stomach twisting in realisation when suddenly there’s ruby red soaking through his robes. His skin fades to a paper white, his lips grey and veins standing out. “Sehun!”


Your lungs flutter for air just like they did all those years ago, except their is no charming prince to help you wipe the tears from your cheeks.

You’re breathing heavy, but you almost always are after your nightmares. It didn’t bother you — the real problem was the disgusting sensation of false hope lingering in your heart. You never wanted to believe what happened was true, but it didn’t stop the world from moving on.

Even if you tried to deny it, you know what happened.

Sehun was killed fighting alongside his brother Baekhyun. He never made it far enough to stop you and lead you into the gardens like he had done so many times before. He had not been able to declare his love for you one last time. You had not run away with him.

The life of a hand maiden was cursed to be stifling and boring. You wished you could be an average hand maiden, especially when your heart breaks every night.

Songs at Mermaid Lagoon

Once Upon A Time

Pairing: Peter Pan X Reader

Word Count: 1303

Warning: N/A

Summary: Reader loves to slip away from camp, and frequently goes to visit the mermaids down by the lagoon. She sings to them, but doesn’t realise a certain boy was also listening in.

A/N: Inspired by the song Under The Same Sun by Ben Howard. I recommend listening to it while you read because it is SO GOOD.

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Hello everyone! With July springing into full action, now it is time for the Snow White version of the “one last” meme. Since it is Snow White’s version, it is roughly the same idea that we had for Prince Charming with a few minor changes to fit her character more. Just a reminder that just because it is titled “one last” does not mean we will never host any appreciation memes for her again. It is just a tribute since both Ginny & Josh are leaving Once Upon a Time. You can start and finish this meme whenever you’d like, we’ll still reblog everything as long as you tag it with #olswm. Following July, the version of this meme for Snowing will be in August, so stay tuned for that! If you’re interested in completing the Prince Charming version, you can find the information here (again you can ignore the dates and post whenever you’d like; we’ll still reblog everything). Have fun with our favourite princess! Please also keep in mind that each of these memes are inspired by fyesthesavior’s “ESAM”, an appreciation tribute to Emma Swan you should definitely check out.

For Snow White, we will begin on Sunday, July 16, but feel free to start whenever you’d like.

  • Favourite Season - Sunday July 16
  • Favourite Profession (Teacher, Queen/Princess, Bandit, Mayor, etc.) - Monday July 17
  • Favourite Season One Episode - Tuesday July 18
  • Favourite Quote(s) - Wednesday July 19
  • Favourite Season Two Episode - Thursday July 20
  • Favourite Familial Relationship(s) - Friday July 21
  • Favourite Season Three Episode - Saturday July 22
  • Favourite Disney Reference - Sunday July 23
  • Favourite Season Four Episode - Monday July 24
  • Favourite Hope Speech(es) - Tuesday July 25
  • Favourite Friendship(s) - Wednesday July 26
  • Favourite Season Five Episode - Thursday July 27
  • Favourite Cursed!Snow (Mary Margaret Blanchard, Evil!Snow, Singing!Snow, Sleeping Curse, Shattered Sight, etc.) - Friday July 28
  • Favourite Season Six Episode - Saturday July 29
  • Favourite Realm - Sunday July 30
  • Free Choice - Monday July 31

Have fun and stay tuned for Snowing’s Appreciation Meme in August!

So once upon a time I read @blacklionshiro​ ‘s journey au where it was a crossover of the journey ps4 game and voltron. Inspired, I began to find the game and played it 2 months later upon doing so and got addicted. Now as a person who is also a voltron fan I pretty much jumped on the bandwagon of this lovely au. Its a pity there aren’t more of it. But anyway @blacklionshiro​ this is for you! Its the start of many drawings that will appear later on of your au! (starting from the beginning of the game to the mountain) I hope you like it! I know this one seems a little… spacey and blank, but i’ll learn to improve as I go. Hope you like it!

Masterpost of Journey AU

The episode Page 23 beholds a beautiful message of self-acceptance and personal growth. Regina went from being the person she hated the most to being someone she actually truly loved. She has finally come to terms with her darkness, but she also realized it didn’t define who she was. Regina finally accepted her entire self: the good, the bad and the unclear areas, and that’s something she (and we) should be very proud about.

Oh no, not me,
I never lost control.
You’re face to face
With the man who sold the world.

The Rest of Our Lives (Drake/MC)

The Rest of Our Lives
By Misha

Disclaimer- Not mine. I’m just borrowing them for a little while and will return them when I am finished.

Author’s Notes- For some reason The Royal Romance Book 2, is giving me a lot of  Amelia inspiration. This one is set after the plot is resolved and Amelia is free to be with whoever she wants. It also use the dialogue requests: “This is what happily ever after feels like.” “I will never love anyone the way I love you.” And “Marry me.” Requested by @jonna811

Pairing- Drake/MC

Rating- PG

Summary- Once the plot against her is resolved, Amelia is free to be with the man she loves.

Words- 644

Once upon a time, I began a journey that many would consider straight out of a fairytale. I went from being an average girl, working as a waitress, to being proposed to by a prince.

It was perfect. Except it wasn’t, because along the way I fell in love with the prince’s best friend. Plus a manipulative witch tried to ruin me as part of a plot to secure the throne.

It definitely hadn’t worked out the way I expected when I agreed to a free trip to Europe all those months ago, but I couldn’t complain because I was standing in the moonlight looking at the man I loved.

“It’s over,” I told him softly, “it’s finally over.”

“It is,” Drake agreed, he looked at me and cocked an eyebrow, “any regrets, Grant? It could have been you receiving Liam’s ring tonight, not Olivia.”

“Not a single one,” I assured him, stepping closer to him. “How can I when this is what happily ever feels like?

“You are so cheesy,” he told me with an eye roll, even as he wrapped his arms around me. “But I guess, I can put up with it.”

“How gracious of you,” I teased, “you know you love it.”

“I love you,” he said, his voice suddenly serious, “I will never love anyone the way I love you, Amelia.”

“I know,” I assured him, twisting my arms around his neck, “I love you just as much.”

“I still can’t believe it,” he admitted, “no one has ever chosen me over Liam. He would have given you the world if you’d wanted.”

“And we both would have regretted it,” I said softly, but with conviction, “Liam was in love with an idea of me and I… I was never in love with him at all. We’re both happier with the way things worked out.”

If there was any good that had come out of the plot against me, it was that it had given me time to extract myself from a delicate situation. It hadn’t been easy and Liam had been hurt, but not devastated, and it had helped that he had begun to see a new side of Olivia as she worked with us to unmask the traitor.

It had been nice to see how stunned he had been when he’d fallen in love so suddenly with a woman he had known for so long. Proving that love can constantly surprise us.

In the end, he had given Drake and I his blessing to be together. Though I wasn’t sure what came next for us. Would we stay in Cordonia or go back to New York? Would we start dating, which seemed silly after everything we had been through, or what? We had spent so much time trying to clear my name and unmask a traitor, that we really hadn’t a chance to talk about what would come after that.


“Yes, Grant?”

“What comes next?” I asked, biting my lip, “for us, I mean.”

He stilled and then pulled away. I looked at him in confusion, wondering what I had said wrong. We were in love, we could finally be together, didn’t it make sense to talk about what came next?

To my surprise, Drake started fumbling with the pocket of his suit jacket and then pulled out a box and thrust it at me. I took it carefully, opening it to see a simple diamond solitaire.

“It was my mother’s,” Drake muttered, still not meeting my eyes.  

“Oh, Drake,” I whispered, “it’s beautiful.”

Marry me,” he said, suddenly taking my hand, “after all this, I know I want a lifetime with you.”

“Yes,” I said, not even having to think about it.

I knew we had a lot to work out, but we’d do that later. Together. From now on everything we did would be together.

-          End

A Day to Get Along

@azurathemagician I hope it’s alright to use your idea? I hope you read this. I’d be honored.

Not my idea, guys. :)

A/N: Inspired by @azurathemagician’s AU… (Is it an AU?) Or I guess roleplay. Diakko role reversal. I also tried switching the others up, not exactly changing everything, but giving them personalities kind of opposite from how they were, but not exactly… Sorry, it confuses me too. Enjoy?

~Shintori Khazumi


A Day To Get Along: Story Start


Once upon a time…

In the Old English Continent, there stood a building, a monument, a testament, A school built upon bloodshed, hard work and experience, teaching all the dreamers the wisdom in learning for the mind, and the heart to believe.

Truly a magical place, both figuratively and literally.

Here, legends would continue to grow and spread their wings out, sprinkling joy and hope, and magic to the world.

And even in the present, none of that would change.

It would still give the mind wisdom, and the heart a reason to keep believing.

Thus, in the year XXXXX, Luna Nova opened its gates once more to the new generation that would continue to bear its morals.

We peek into its life… beginning now.

In the everyday life in the Institution of Luna Nova, a daily happening on their part occurred. Oh, in the lives of the peaceful students, yes… on a day so graceful and cal-

“Get Back here!!! Stop right there!

Well… so much for that.

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once upon a time, there was a girl named sakra who watched an episode of PBG’s Hardcore series

She happened to stumble upon this scene where PBG was unceremoniously killed off by a creeper and Jeff’s resulting scream and genuine heartbreaking reaction inspired her to make this along with practicing expressions

the resulting comic was super messy and had weird proportions but she could deal with it

also she was very lazy and didn’t have access to a scanner where she was at that time so she took pictures with her phone, hopefully everyone can see it alright

Starring: @spacehamsterg and @peanutbuttergamer
Scene from: Minecraft HC Season #5 Episode 20

You’re Now Mine (P7)


WORDS: 2,098


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Diakko Week Submission Day 3


Diana sat at her desk that was so covered in books and papers that she couldn’t see the wood of the surface. It was unlike Diana to have such trouble in magic linguistics. She just couldn’t seem to get the latest section of the book, and the test was coming up in a few days. Usually, it was her natural desire to be the best that drove her, but this time, as the date drew nearer and nearer, fear had begun to dive her. It never hurt to have straight A’s, and Diana had wanted to leave her mark on the school as not only being the best in every class, but to also be remembered as the most influential and inspiring. She couldn’t be influential and inspiring if she couldn’t get a perfect mark on a stupid linguistics test. She couldn’t let her grades slip. Not once. Not ever.

She gripped her pencil in her hand and started writing the material over, saying the words over again, attempting to get the pronunciation correct and the written version of it correct at the same time. Her eyes ached and her head had been pounding with a headache for the past few hours.

Her tunnel vision meant she failed to see what had scuttled upon the right side of her desk. There was a high-pitched squeak that had three strange breaks among it as if it the mouse were attempting to say a name. Diana looked up from her papers and books and suddenly noticed the little creature that had suddenly made itself known. A curiously brown mouse looked up at her and smiled very wide. Diana narrowed her eyes, peering at the odd creature. Mice couldn’t smile…

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For @oqpromptparty 44. Regina picks up the newest book by her favorite writer. Another best  seller that she can’t get enough of. What she doesn’t realize is that  the heroine from those books is inspired by her and the books were  written by her sweet, handsome but oh so shy (at least in RL) neighbor  Robin.

           “I’m going to get the mail. You go inside and put your things in your room. And if I see a shoe on the stairs…” Regina Mills let the threat dangling the air as she stared at her preteen son.

           Henry rolled his eyes as he shouldered his backpack. “Okay, Mom. I promise to not leave my shoes on the stairs.”

           She nodded, watching as he bounded up the walk. He paused, waving to their next-door neighbor. “Hi, Mr. Locksley!” he called out.

           “Hello, Henry,” Robin Lockley’s familiar British accent floated across her lawn. She glanced over to find her quiet neighbor waving back at her son. He wore an oversized green sweater over what appeared to be a white button down shirt and paired with khakis. A blue scarf was wrapped around his neck. Regina didn’t know what he did exactly–he tended to keep to himself and their few conversations usually went two ways: general pleasantries or him asking her random legal questions–but she believed whatever it was allowed him to work from home.

           Robin lugged his garbage pail behind him, reminding her she would need to put hers out later, as he asked Henry a few questions about his day. Henry answered enthusiastically and Regina smiled as she pulled the mail out of her mailbox.

           “Keep working at it,” she heard Robin tell Henry. “You’ll get it and who knows? You might end up being a math wiz.”

           “I doubt it,” Henry said with a scowl. Regina bit back her laugh, knowing how much he detested math.

           Robin then glanced over, spotting her. He grew more sheepish and she noticed his eyes didn’t quite meet hers. “Good evening, Regina.”

           “Good evening, Robin,” she said softly. The poor man always seemed like a horse that was easily spooked and she wished she knew why. “How are you?”

           He nodded. “I’m good. I see you got a package.”

           She glanced down and her heart sped up as she spied the familiar brown back with the black and blue Amazon tape around it. Regina knew it could only be one thing–the book she had preordered the moment she could.

           “Yes, I did,” she said, wanting to end the conversation so she could open it. Regina began to push Henry toward the house. “Excuse us, we need to eat dinner. Good night, Robin.”

           “Night, Regna, Henry,” Robin called to her retreating form.

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Presenting: Scorpius…the rapper. (I’m so sorry - I don’t know what any of this is.)

Doodle inspired in part by the incredible works of @platinasi. 😄Wishing you luck on the upcoming national nursing license exams!! ✨

-Yes, that’s supposed to be the Time-Turner on his chain. Gleams like gold, just the way the Malfoys like it. True, only the adults use this one in Cursed Child, but let’s just ignore that, okay?

-So I like to think Scorpius’s propensity for singing + killer pun game + tendency toward wordiness in general = rapper potential.


-But you can’t deny that the boy who gave us “engorgimpressed” and “it’s time that time-turning became a thing of the past” wouldn’t be able to spit some clever rhymes. Plus he genuinely sings nearly every other line in the play so he’s clearly musically inclined.

-The biggest challenge he faces is choosing a rapper name to use during the one (1) week (albeit the longest week of poor Albus’s life) that he spends fixating on this potential career path. There are simply too many to choose from. I mean…

(Btw, Albus is normal, Scorpius is italics.)

-“Scorpius the Dreadless”

-“Malfoy the Unanxious”

-“Scorpion King”

-“Son of the Dark Lord” “Do you really want more people to call you that?” “I thought maybe I should just embrace it…”

-“Pepper Imp” “Scorpius, no, you can’t call yourself that.” “But there’s a Muggle rapper named after a Muggle candy! Have you ever tried Muggle candy? It’s fan-taaastic!”

-“$corpiu$” “We’re supposed to be English, remember?” “Oh, right…”

-“MC Awkward” (I shit you not, I took a rapper name quiz as Scorpius and this is what it came up with for him.)

-“Floorpius. It’ll make more sense when I’m famous for my breakdancing. I’m playing the long game, Albus.” “Please…no more-pius.” (Credit to @ohscorbus for coining “Floorpius.” Bless you for this gem.✨)

-“” “But you’ve changed it.” “So?” “So it’s technically not your middle name anymore.” “It’s close.” “It won’t make sense now, Scorpius.” “But I’m…so hyper…”

-“Master Malfoy…It’s what our House-elf calls me…”

-“Hyper Ion” “That’s not even clever.”

-“Lil Scorpy” “OKAY, ALBUS! THANK YOU FOR THE SUGGESTION.” “No, no, Scorpius, I was kidding - it was a joke!” “NOPE. I LIKE IT. CALL ME THAT.” “S-scorpius…p-please…I’m begging you…no.”

*12 hours later*

-“Scorpioncé” “Go to sleep, Scorpius.”

-He’s also definitely tried to commit the Twelve Uses of Dragon’s Blood to memory via rap. 

-And on one hand, I think Scorpius probably listens to songs and is entirely oblivious to any and all innuendo present, but on the other hand…engorgimpressed.

I’m in too deep currently with the new IT movie, and it has me so consumed its blended into my other interests so yeah… Not even Rumbelle and Rumple have been spared by inspiration I’m afraid. Don’t worry though, my It!Rumple or perhaps Rumplewise-Pennystiltskin?, has no appetite for children-he keeps them 100% off the menu, however, let’s just say in this AU he’s the reason Storybrooke has remained a peaceful if but noticeably eerie town ever since it was settled centuries ago.

That’s not to say he doesn’t cause his own brand of trouble as the new librarian Belle French finds herself aiding a young group of kids in order to work a deal with the bizarre impish clown creature when a young Henry Mills does go missing… Though his price might be one too costly for her to pay. 

anonymous asked:

Can you recommend any good reinako fanfictions???


Unstoppable Force Meets Immovable Object by Krampus -
One of my all-time favorite fics, despite being AU and not featuring any of the other Senshi. Just, the best overall portrayal of Minako and Rei I’ve pretty much seen.

Deconstruction by Victoria G -
Also one of my all-time favorites, but this time it slots really well in-universe so I like to pretend this is 100% real canon.

Once Upon A Time by LoneWolfSkye -
I mentioned this fic one before, because it’s really good! Silver Millenium, with an interesting edge on the Senshi’s relationship with their princess.

Through Their Eyes by trusuprise -
Another Silver Millenium fic I absolutely love, because I just live for antagonism between Minako and Rei like you don’t believe.

Playlist by ladyhades -
Collection of music-inspired Reinako one shots. Pretty uniformly great.

Much Ado About Dragons by Crawlspace -
A really cute semi-AU where Rei tells Minako a fairytale she just made up.

The Confession by Reiko Mars -
Fluffy little one shot of fluff and cute

This is Just the Beginning by Krampus -
I wasn’t going to post more than one story by a writer, but I love this oneshot too much not to. Hella cute and fluffy, Silver Millenium.

Echoes of a Distant Demon by Sailor Doc -
PGSM-verse Reinako!

A Little Relaxation Now and Then by beckerbell -
Crystal Tokyo Reinako! Also, smutty, so you have been warned.

HOW ABOUT YOU DO YOU HAVE ANY RECOMMENDATIONS? I’m seriously always looking for more Reinako fics so please lemme know of any and I hope you enjoy the above as much as I have!


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Baby Girl/Boy

And if you were my little girl
I’d do whatever I could do
I’d run away and hide with you
I love that you got daddy issues

Originally posted by joonjuly

NOTE: I’m going to leave a [TRIGGER WARNING] here, just in case others may have daddy issues or have also fallen victim to domestic violence or child abuse. I left very subtle hints of it in this little thingum, but I just want to make sure you know ahead of time just in case.

I got a little inspiration from Daddy Issues by The Neighborhood, which basically expresses why the daddy/baby girl kink hurts/triggers me.

Also; honorable mention to the anon we got once upon a time

This one is for you.

In fact, this is for everyone out there with #DaddyIssues. I know it hurts.

- Admin Dayna

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Authored Dragon Age FanFic


Da'Vallas - (Solavellan) A collection of Solavellan drabbles ranging from 300 to 800 words. Featuring angst or fluff from either Solas’s or Lavellan’s point of view.

Andaran Atish’an - (Solavellan) Inan Lavellan returns to her clan after years with the Inquisition, but coming home is even harder than she thought it would be. She’s changed in more ways than her family may be able to accept. And there are secrets that may turn even her best friend against her.

Roleplayer - (Solavellan) Modern AU where Solas and Lavellan are grad students who get pulled into Varric’s tabletop roleplay campaign in which they play themselves from Dragon Age: Inquisition. Fluff, angst and meta ensues.

Huddled for Warmth - (Solavellan) Lavellan can’t get warm no matter what she tries, but she has a cuddly wolf to keep her company. Fluff.

Fade Touched - (FemHawke/Fenris) As difficult as it is for Varric to write Fenris of Hawke’s death, it’s even harder for Fenris to accept. Resigned to living as a wraith in the former Amell estate, Fenris’ friends refuse to let him destroy himself. But his dreams of Hawke reaching out to him from the Fade might prove to be more than they seem.

Politics and Marriage - (Alistair/Anora) Alistair and Anora are married, and neither of them are happy about it. With Ferelden barely saved from civil war, can the two find compromise and maybe even happiness, or will their rule end in bitterness and ruin?


A Moment Alone - (Solavellan) Solas and Lavellan are on opposing sides; one seeking to destroy the world, the other to stop it. But when circumstances trap them together, they remember what first brought them together and what they can no longer deny themselves.

Honey Mead - (Solavellan) Solas and Lavellan overindulge in a night of drinking and can’t keep their hands off each other. Inspired by affectionate Drunk!Solas headcanon.

Sweet Compromise - (Solavellan) Solavellan sexual compromise with Ace & touch sensitive Lavellan. Written for Submissive Solas Week and Dragon Age Aspec Week.

Flecks of Gold - (Leliana/femTabris) Tabris visits Leliana after she’s elected Divine. Fluff and love.

When I Saw You Again - (Morrigan/Loghain) Loghain and Morrigan meet again at Skyhold ten years after performing the Dark Ritual. The night leads them places they never expected to go.

I’ve also written fic for Once Upon a Time and Harry Potter.