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The play is over, strike is through, afterparties attended.

Commence college application week.

Expect some replies in the upcoming days.

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Has anyone seen/played the game A Wolf Among Us?

And would anyone like to do an AU thread?

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"So," he said, finally, after they'd turned onto Spinner. The silence that had passed between them had been--admittedly--awkward, and he wondered whether she was leading him to another cafe or if she was expecting him to pick the place. She probably didn't know herself. The blind leading the blind, he supposed.

A dozen mundane conversation topics popped into his head; how her day had gone, when she thought it might storm, what she was reading, whether or not such-and-such place looked like a good place to stop. He didn't fancy talking about any of it, though. He'd spent all day exchanging plesantries--he wanted to learn something about this woman who'd suggested they go out for coffee.

"...Australia, is it? How long have you been in the States?"

Coffee at Isabelle's

Belle’s pace matches his at last and the two walk in silence for a block or so. The beautiful woman was wondering if he was planning on choosing a place, or if she should step inside the first cafe she spotted.

Meanwhile, cars whizzed past them while the skies darkened above the couple’s heads, the blue skies becoming dark, promising rain. The wind picked up, blowing leaves and garbage and hair about, and Belle hoped that the storms would hold off so she wouldn’t have to walk home in the rain in heels.

Belle then realized she had let the silence between them continue for too long, and blushed, baffled as to what she should say to a man as wealthy and famous as Mr. Gold. Surley he mustn’t be interested her. How could he have any care for a lowly barista, when his phonebook included half of the Oscar nominees, the Kennedys, and the President himself?

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(✿ ♥‿♥) rumbelle + halloween (✿ ♥‿♥)

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"A blood oath," he explained. "Ordinary deals are simply bound to your name and your word--hardly objects of negligible power, but they remain easy to break. Blood oaths, on the other hand, are bound to your name, your word, and, well, your blood. You won't suffer much if you hurt your word a bit. Your blood is a different story."

He regarded her name, still shining on the paper. "It's a form of blood magic, usually only used for agreements spanning generations... And it's quite advanced."

With a flick of his fingers, the paper and the quill dissolved, and a moment of silence passed between them as Rupmplestiltskin considered how to address her injuries. If nothing else, they proved to him one thing: this girl, though probably not from the land without magic, had certainly been living there up until recently. No one would have been able to get near her, were she able to use magic--her control over her magic was pitiable, so it would only stand to reason that fear or anger would generate enough power to (put gently) ward off any abuser.

"You are powerful, Miss Archer. If you are able to gain control over that power, I assure you, no one will ever be able to hurt you."

Golden Roses and Bloody Deals

Taking the parchment with a swift hand she placed it upon his main hall table and unrolled it as her eyes scanned the details like a hawk. But as his words reached her ears a sadness get anger settled within her skin as she turned again to him putting the quill down for a brief moment.

"As long as it promises protection from this" She hissed rolling up her shirt sleeves to show bruises on her upper arms and cuts she then reached down to lift her pant leg where what seemed to be bite and claw marks lay upon her pale skin and finally turning her back to him she lifted her shirt to show burns and lash marks. "Then believe me when I say whatever life holds for me here is nothing like what I have faced before..magic is not the only thing that can hurt" Her voice was now hollow and shuttering but her eyes held no tears and face held no emotion it seemed.

And with that she again picked up the quill and digging into the same spot for more blood she signed on the dotted line of the contract in red ink. But as she finished the signature the blood before her eyes turned a snow white coloration. “Strange..”

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I'm alive, and I'm writing!

And also, as of yesterday, I'm an adult.

Whoopee.

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"You can't know that, can you?" he shot back, jerking his arm away from her touch. He was beginning to regret ever touching her in the first place. "And to determine whether or not you're bound to me, dearie, I'd have to read the deal. Assuming it exists. According to your memory, had you signed a contract or had the deal been strictly verbal?"

This cure is a gift

"She did nothing to my head, thank you." Belle retorts softly. "Well, forever is forever, isn’t it? I’m still bound to you, to your castle?" Her eyes are large and watery, her lips slightly parted, her fingers grazing his arm as she walks around him, forcing him to face her.

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//An explanation.

I"ve been holding off making a post like this for a long time because I feel like I'm just going to be making up a list of excuses as to why I'm such a goddamn slow replier. But I also feel like I owe you guys an explanation.

D'abord et avant tout, I love every single one of the threads I am participating in. I intend to drop none of them. It takes me forever to reply, I know, so I just ask that everyone please, have patience.

Everyone I have rp'd with on this blog is amazing and wonderful and I wish I could just interact with you guys forever. Unfortunately, I am a senior in high school and in America, as with many other parts of the world, that means college essays. Which I haven't even started yet. Fuck me.

Anyway, right now my schedule is clogged up with AP homework, fall play, and speech. And things are seriously about to get messy because a) my birthday is on Monday and my brother's is on Wednesday and Halloween is on Thursday and lord knows what that is going to entail and b) tech runs for the play start on Friday. 

So here's what I'm gonna do.

I'm going to be on as much as I can from tomorrow until next Sunday. I'm going to interact with as many people as I can. I'm going to write as much as I can. 

Monday the 4th of November begins tech week. This is when I cannot make any promises to reply to any threads, or be online at all. Rest assured I am not dropping anyone's threads.

Play opens Thursday the 7th of November and runs 'til Sunday the 10th of November.

The following week I will be drowning myself in speech and college essays. Replies should go up, but RPing will not be my priority.

When I am finished with my essays and applied to all the colleges I am interested in attending, I will host an ask-thedealmaker 100+ Follower/Darcy's Finished Applying To Colleges/Sorry I've Been So Inactive Lately I Love You fic or graphic giveaway or something. That's when replies and fucking around will increase to a somewhat normal level.

Once again, I'm so sorry it takes me forever to reply to anything, and thank you so much for taking the time to read this giant block of text. This blog and my threads and Once and everyone I follow and interact with mean so much to me, I just want to make sure everyone's aware what's going on.

Thank you thank you thank you.

-Darcy

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my writing style is; i tried 

with a hint of; what the hell was i thinking

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your crooked love is just a pyramid scheme and i'm dizzy on dreams

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Reblog if you're an RPer of the 'ONCE UPON A TIME' fandom.

You’ll be added to the MASTERLIST.

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//so um... kinda forgot I have a Halloween party to attend. Whoops.

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"one time, she ripped my heart out. it was awesome.”

"on wednesdays, we wear gold. no, literally     “

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"Don't touch me," he growled, suddenly wary of this woman. He was not so stupid as to fall for the same trick twice. Johanna Archer, portaled in from nowhere, so eager to promise forever, claiming to be from a land without magic...

Rumplestiltskin glared at her. Her, holding the quill dripping with her blood, a child selling her soul to a monster. That fact didn't change, he supposed. Whether or not she was an agent of the Evil Queen, she was still offering up a blood oath that would tie her into his tuleage forever.

Not just a deal. A blood oath.

A blood oath for information on where his son might be.

In a moment of slow-dissolving purple smoke, a roll of parchment appeared in his hand. No show, no flourish. He held it out to her, still tightly rolled.

"Keep in mind this doesn't protect against fingerprints, dearie. Just binds you to an apprenticeship."

Golden Roses and Bloody Deals

"Believe me, I have been running longer then I care to recall and if that Hatter wants me he can find me and deal with you if he likes but I am tired of being passed around..I’m sick of being coated in fingerprints" Stepping forward she opened his vest to reveal a quill tucked into the inner lining. Digging the tip of the quill into her hand the tip became coated in crimson. "My blood, a signature to bind me in a contract with you forever and if my body is a magical as you say then this signature should last longer then even that…so, draw up the deal"

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"get in loser. we're going heart ripping."

"i'm not a regular queen. i'm a cool queen."

things that should’ve been canon:

evil heart clique

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eVIL HEART CLIQUE

yeah nope i'm broken you win

fairytale land would never be the same ever again

literally there would just be a mountain of hearts and the evil heart clique and that’s it

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dude hannibal/cora/rumple would be unstoppable

when regina came over for dinner it would basically be the best thing ever

cora would totally want to keep hannibal around as their personal cook ok

it will be magnificent rumple you know you want it