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Don't Forget to Breathe...: What if you write like Stephanie Meyer and you just don't know it?
This is my worst nightmare. Especially with smut/UST. WHAT IF THIS IS JUST OUAT TWILIGHT? SHIT!
THIS! Or Fifty Shades of Grey, which is Twilight fanfic rewritten. “ARE MY SEX SCENES THIS BAD?!”
EXACTLY! Am I just…
You are both fulfilling my every fantasy. That is what you are doing.
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ddagent replied to your post: What if you write like Stephanie Meyer and you just don’t know it?
That is actually my worst fear.
YOU ARE PERFECT.
I know this is an unpopular opinion, but I actually like the Twilight books. Except for the last one. In my head, it has been completely dropped from canon.
Don’t worry, I still love you.
I disliked them so much that I couldn’t not read them. (Fk you, double negatives.) I had to know what happened. And then when I did, I laughed for many days.
So apparently Jake Abel had quite the adventure this afternoon…
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Every story needs a memorable detail.: "Not all treasure is silver and gold."
Rumpelstiltskin directed his crew to Tortuga, they cheered and celebrated at the idea of a reprieve from searching for the gold. He cracked open a fresh barrel of wine for his men and left them to drink and speculate about the women and gold they would claim while on shore. He headed back to his bed finding the beautiful girl lulled into dreams upon it. Joining her, staying fully dressed as not to offend her he curled under the sheets being rocked into a dreamless sleep from the waves.
Belle woke into the wee hours of the morning, feeling an arm wrapped around her torso. She stiffened immediately, mind frantic. Her first thought was that a member of the crew had made his way into the quarters to defile her. It was only when she heard the noise of Rumpelstiltskin’s hair trinkets that she relaxed. Just barely. Her eyes widened to make out his features in the dark. It was only when the moonlight shone through the window that she let out a shriek. His entire body was nothing but a skeleton. She reached out to touch him.
Rumpelstiltskin woke with a start when she shrieked his eyes blinking as he saw her hand frozen in place, reaching towards him. The skull that wore his eyes blinked back at her before he realized what she was frightened about. He bounded from the bed and shut the shades. He headed back to the bed and sat on the side of it looking over her in his shirt, admiring how its free form draped over her. “So it seems the lady hardly believe what she reads. I warned you already that you should not pick and chose which parts are true. Unfathomable horrors await you on the sea Miss French. Myself being the least of them.” He smirked and swung his legs back under the sheets, seeing the blackness of night still surrounded them.
“How are you…?” Her eyes were wide with many emotions; fear, curiosity, disbelief. “Are you okay?” She touched the bone of his arm with a morbid fascination. “This is like magic,” she whispered. “And the medallion? The gold? It will turn you into a man again?” Belle released her hold on him, not wanting to further intrude. I suppose it doesn’t matter since he so cleverly decided to sleep next to me. “I didn’t mean to scream. It was just, ah…unexpected.”
“Not like Dearie, it is Magic.” he flexed his now flesh covered fingers as he met her eyes. ” This is my true form…my crews true form while we are cursed. Hollow skeletons wandering the echo of the ocean.” he sighed, though she warmed his bed his skin was still cold. He wished that the beauty would bring life to him as if he were a real man, yet he was at utter ease with her. “I may suggest you not shriek at the rest of them, they may not take it so kindly.”
The commodores ship had sailed from Port Royal, trailing to the best of their knowledge where The Baelfire would be. Gaston ordered the men to keep the cannons loaded and ready should they have a run in with the black sailed ship. Jeffery stayed hidden away, hoping they would be leagues into the ocean before he was noticed so that he may stay and fight for Isabelle.
“Right,” Belle said with a sheepish smile. “I imagine that wouldn’t be a good idea.” Her face was flushed by the proximity of him. “I-I suppose I should just get back to sleep. You said you had clothing for me to launder in the morning, so…” She lowered her torso to the bed once more, hair billowing out around the pillow. “Goodnight.” Her voice quivered, and she damned herself for it.
Belle woke the next morning alone, her hands fisted into the sheets. She blinked, gathering her bearings. The captain’s voice bellowed throughout the ship as he called orders. She quickly dressed herself, discarding the shoes. She wouldn’t much need them on a ship anyway. It would be easier had she a pair of breeches. This was another irritation of hers.
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40 - ddagent replied to your post: What if you write like Stephanie Meyer and you just don’t know it?
That is actually my worst fear.
YOU ARE PERFECT.
yourfirstdefence reblogged your post: What if you write like Stephanie Meyer and you just don’t know it?
We can safely say that Strag is free of this worry. She writes about a lot of coffee. (Y)
STRAG IS FLAWLESS.
STRAG/FANFICTION OTP.
Every story needs a memorable detail.: "Not all treasure is silver and gold."
Rumpelstiltskin shrugged, “We will port in a night or two, assuming we have no run ins with your dear commodore.” he stood and strode to his dresser and tossed a clean long white shirt to her to sleep in. “I will see to my men now, get rest while you can Miss French. There are mounds of laundry to be done in the morning.” he gave her a command letting her know what her duties were while aboard his ship if she wished to eat.
Jeffery looked at Belle’s father with horror. “Rumpelstiltskin has her? There is no ship designed that can keep up with the baelfire how will you find her?” his heart beat almost loud enough to be heard, he was sure. He had cared greatly for Isabelle, though he knew as a low born man he had no chance of winning her hand. He did not want to see her kidnapped or killed or sold by pirates. “Let me go with them, I am an excellent swordsman, let me help them fine Isabelle.” he begged Lord French.
Maurice regarded the young boy with caution. “Mister Hatterson, this is a military matter. You are not a sailor. It wouldn’t be proper for you to go. Commodore Gaston is the best chance we have at finding Belle.” His eyes softened at his daughter’s name. “Speak with him. My power only goes so far.”
Isabelle nodded her head, waiting for the ‘click’ of the door before changing from her dress to his cotton shift. She folded her clothing and tattered shoes neatly into a pile, setting them aside. Crawling into the captain’s bed — which caused her face to turn crimson at the suggestion of that phrase — Belle was suddenly caught in the scent of something…something endearing. His pillow smelled of straw, of the earth itself; of magic. A hint of a smile crossed her lips as she fell into a deep slumber.
Jeffery knew better than to ask Gaston, instead he stowed away deep in the recess of his ship. Behind old barrels of ale, he crept in and hid while he waited to hear the ship leave dock. He would help save Isabelle, rules and status be damned.
Rumpelstiltskin directed his crew to Tortuga, they cheered and celebrated at the idea of a reprieve from searching for the gold. He cracked open a fresh barrel of wine for his men and left them to drink and speculate about the women and gold they would claim while on shore. He headed back to his bed finding the beautiful girl lulled into dreams upon it. Joining her, staying fully dressed as not to offend her he curled under the sheets being rocked into a dreamless sleep from the waves.
Belle woke into the wee hours of the morning, feeling an arm wrapped around her torso. She stiffened immediately, mind frantic. Her first thought was that a member of the crew had made his way into the quarters to defile her. It was only when she heard the noise of Rumpelstiltskin’s hair trinkets that she relaxed. Just barely. Her eyes widened to make out his features in the dark. It was only when the moonlight shone through the window that she let out a shriek. His entire body was nothing but a skeleton. She reached out to touch him.
Rumpelstiltskin woke with a start when she shrieked his eyes blinking as he saw her hand frozen in place, reaching towards him. The skull that wore his eyes blinked back at her before he realized what she was frightened about. He bounded from the bed and shut the shades. He headed back to the bed and sat on the side of it looking over her in his shirt, admiring how its free form draped over her. “So it seems the lady hardly believe what she reads. I warned you already that you should not pick and chose which parts are true. Unfathomable horrors await you on the sea Miss French. Myself being the least of them.” He smirked and swung his legs back under the sheets, seeing the blackness of night still surrounded them.
“How are you…?” Her eyes were wide with many emotions; fear, curiosity, disbelief. “Are you okay?” She touched the bone of his arm with a morbid fascination. “This is like magic,” she whispered. “And the medallion? The gold? It will turn you into a man again?” Belle released her hold on him, not wanting to further intrude. I suppose it doesn’t matter since he so cleverly decided to sleep next to me. “I didn’t mean to scream. It was just, ah…unexpected.”
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Every story needs a memorable detail.: "Not all treasure is silver and gold."
“Tortuga, for supplies and some rest. The men might feel little but they have loyal whores on that shore.” He smirked and poured himself a glass of wine. He drank in the name of her ‘friend’, her expression giving way to her true feelings about the boy. “You may rest in my quarters or under the brig, it is up to you my little beauty.” he said dismissively as he saw the moon lowering in the sky, morning would soon rise across the midnight blue waves.
Jeffrey had raced to her estate to find the maids running about like beheaded chickens looking for the Lady Isabelle. There had been no sign of her since just before the attack on the shores. His heart dropped to his stomach, fearing the worst, something inside of him said he would know if she were dead though. She always did have a ridiculous obsession with the sea rats, he dashed down to the beach hoping to find her in her normal hiding spot along the shore.
Belle nodded, deciding to take refuge in the captain’s quarters. She’d managed to contain her scowl at the talk of prostitution. For someone infamous for being the foulest pirate in the seven seas, Rumpelstiltskin was quite generous and almost gentlemanly. Almost. The concept of making port in Tortuga both frightened and fascinated her. This had been the adventure Belle had inadvertently sought after; to be free was all she had ever truly wanted. “When will we be arriving, Captain?”
“Mister Hatterson!” Belle’s father, Maurice crooned, standing by his coach with eyes red and weary. “Where is my daughter? Have you seen her? They say she’s been taken by pirates. Rumpelstiltskin, of all people. The Commodore is preparing a fleet to go after her, lest she is found. That scallywag will be hanged. I will see to it myself!” He gripped the hat maker’s arm.
Rumpelstiltskin shrugged, “We will port in a night or two, assuming we have no run ins with your dear commodore.” he stood and strode to his dresser and tossed a clean long white shirt to her to sleep in. “I will see to my men now, get rest while you can Miss French. There are mounds of laundry to be done in the morning.” he gave her a command letting her know what her duties were while aboard his ship if she wished to eat.
Jeffery looked at Belle’s father with horror. “Rumpelstiltskin has her? There is no ship designed that can keep up with the baelfire how will you find her?” his heart beat almost loud enough to be heard, he was sure. He had cared greatly for Isabelle, though he knew as a low born man he had no chance of winning her hand. He did not want to see her kidnapped or killed or sold by pirates. “Let me go with them, I am an excellent swordsman, let me help them fine Isabelle.” he begged Lord French.
Maurice regarded the young boy with caution. “Mister Hatterson, this is a military matter. You are not a sailor. It wouldn’t be proper for you to go. Commodore Gaston is the best chance we have at finding Belle.” His eyes softened at his daughter’s name. “Speak with him. My power only goes so far.”
Isabelle nodded her head, waiting for the ‘click’ of the door before changing from her dress to his cotton shift. She folded her clothing and tattered shoes neatly into a pile, setting them aside. Crawling into the captain’s bed — which caused her face to turn crimson at the suggestion of that phrase — Belle was suddenly caught in the scent of something…something endearing. His pillow smelled of straw, of the earth itself; of magic. A hint of a smile crossed her lips as she fell into a deep slumber.
Jeffery knew better than to ask Gaston, instead he stowed away deep in the recess of his ship. Behind old barrels of ale, he crept in and hid while he waited to hear the ship leave dock. He would help save Isabelle, rules and status be damned.
Rumpelstiltskin directed his crew to Tortuga, they cheered and celebrated at the idea of a reprieve from searching for the gold. He cracked open a fresh barrel of wine for his men and left them to drink and speculate about the women and gold they would claim while on shore. He headed back to his bed finding the beautiful girl lulled into dreams upon it. Joining her, staying fully dressed as not to offend her he curled under the sheets being rocked into a dreamless sleep from the waves.
Belle woke into the wee hours of the morning, feeling an arm wrapped around her torso. She stiffened immediately, mind frantic. Her first thought was that a member of the crew had made his way into the quarters to defile her. It was only when she heard the noise of Rumpelstiltskin’s hair trinkets that she relaxed. Just barely. Her eyes widened to make out his features in the dark. It was only when the moonlight shone through the window that she let out a shriek. His entire body was nothing but a skeleton. She reached out to touch him.
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La Belle et La Bete: belleandherbeast: brave-belle replied to your chat: Me after a dream...
brave-belle replied to your chat: Me after a dream about the college I should have…
asheville…north carolina? >_>That’s the one :-) Are you close?
I am so confused about these text posts from chat posts and not seeing things pop up. Garrrgh!
Anyway, I…
I’m in Fayetteville. ;)
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