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Ideas I have had in the last 24 hours that I kind of want other people to adopt:

• Integra and Buffy encountering when Buffy tries to fight Arucard
• Walter and Giles having tea and combat
• Rumbelle AU of “The Mask”. Yes. The Jim Carrey film. Which is AWESOME. And has the meek, hard-working, down-trodden man who becomes a wild, over-the-top crazily dressed fiend when he accidentally gets a hold of a magic object. And wins the affection of the beautiful casino performer first as the Mask, then as himself. SEE? AWESOME.
• Big Brother or Next Top Model done with OUaT people

Okay, do not get me started on Top Model AU, okay? Because Regina is Tyra and Charming is a photographer and Jefferson is their stylist, and Rum is a hot-shot magazine editor. Snow, Ruby, Ella, Emma and Belle, are the Final Five.

Someone needs to stop me

I want really badly to write a Mad Queen oneshot. I ship Mad Swan. But I want to write pre-Hat Trick Mad Queen.

I need help.

First person in my fanfiction… oh dear…

I’m a little afraid that Easy A!Rumbelle contains little sections of first-person. I think it works: I have no idea how else to make it work, but I’m still a little worried about it.

I personally usually hate first-person in fanfiction. This is 90% third-person past tense, but the movie itself hangs together around sections of voice-over and video blog. So does that make it okay?

/worried.

Everyone, meet Spinner

Somewhere in my brain it was decided that a bunny was an appropriate pet for Rose in the Rabbits ‘verse. Someone’s idea of a joke.

So this is Spinner, because Belle is allergic to dogs and Gold can’t say no to his little girl:

He’s so fluffy I want to die. The fic should be up by tomorrow at the very latest.

The feels need to leave this piece

I’m trying to write adorable Rabbits fluff, and there’re feels and shit creeping in.

I think I broke me.

Okay, IDEK what this fic is

But it’s longer than expected and probably more than a little bit confusing. I blame Marchie and her evil prompt attack.

I dreamed that August was tattooing my neck. And I was very aroused.

calonari:

rufeepeach:

calonari:

rufeepeach:

calonari:

why

I dreamed I was Snow White and my dad had tricked me into eating the apple, and Gold was the only one who could wake me up. Except we’d never met, so even though I knew that was what I needed, I was paralysed and couldn’t say anything.

It was both terrifying and awesome.

I wonder what Gold had to do in order to wake you up.

Oh my God, wife, it was only a kiss.

Best kiss my mind has ever come up with, mind, and I still woke up all frustrated and shit. GDI, BRAIN, YOU COULD TAKE IT A LITTLE FURTHER NEXT TIME.

Yes, of course, a simple and innocent kiss.

Your brain needs a second round. A ROUGH SECOND ROUND !
With other kind of kisses…

I always think that when I’m going to sleep, like, okay last night’s dream was fine, but you could let me get a litttle bit farther next time before the waking up. And my brain nods and is all ‘oh, of course, whatever you say’. But then we get to the actual dreaming, and my head’s like ‘LOL NO, HAVE SOME PG-13 BITCH’.

Frustration. I has it.

Four hours and 9,000 words later: completed!

Teenage!Belle is now written, ready for editing and posting, and complete at 12,898 words.

How the FUCK did I manage 9,000 words in four hours?!

I may or may not write a smutty epilogue, but right now I need food and a lie down, so yeah.

GDI Brain

The more I think ‘right, last fic, then essay plans/revision notecards/not failing my exams’ the more ideas keep coming to me.

So here we are, the list of All The Things Rufeepeach Will Waste Her Time Writing When She Should Be Studying:

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How did chatting to best friend about new guy, getting over a sore throat night turn into ‘Gold tied to a tree’?

““Hmmmm,” Belle hums against his skin, burrowed into the side of Gold’s neck, “No…” the very tip of her clever little tongue works higher, up the side of his throat and to the shell of his ear, “What I want,” she murmurs, “Is something a little more… special.”

“Oh,” he breathes, “Well, that’ll be a little difficult, love. What with me all tied up and everything.”

“I wonder.” She doesn’t sound fazed at all, she just goes back to nibbling on his earlobe, and oh, he’ll never tire of the effect she has on him.”

Seriously brain, seriously?

It’s been almost a week since I wrote new smut. Apparently Brain has a problem with that, and seeks to redress the balance. I’m weirdly okay with that.

How does ‘I think I’ll write 500 words of happy!fluff’ turn into 2000 words of smut?

By me writing it, of course.

NC-17 extract:

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Because Marchie asked for Rumbelle playing Marco Polo

Belle staggers through the water, blind, trying to find something that resembles dry land.

“Rumplestiltskin!” she calls.

“Yes, dearie?” he’s behind her, and she whirls, hands out, trying to grab him. He dances away, and she can feel the water swirl and swish around her waist.

Then it gets dirty.

And there went my early night. 6am train to Edinburgh tomorrow, and here I am, up and writing. I hope you all realise how much I love you.

Rumbelle fanfiction fills from the OUATKinkmeme:

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Yeah… I wrote an embarrassing proportion of these…