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I've got a favourite dynamic ig
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Emma: I sleep with a gun under my pillow
Regina: weak. I sleep with my spellbook under my pillow
Belle: cowards.
Emma: yeah? Well what do you sleep with?
Belle: the Dark One.
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Rumple & Belle - or Robert & Emilie - playing some sort of game while waiting for their hamburgers. (I am inclined to believe it’s Robert and Emilie, since that is distinctly Bobby’s real accent and not the ‘softened’ Mr. Gold one.)
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“Oh thank you – thank you so much!”
Happy Valentine's Day xoxo 💘 (hahaha I've been trying to post this 10 different times, why won't it let me–)
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Neal: wait... you like my dad the way my mom likes my dad?
Belle:
Belle: your mum likes your dad?
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Haven't had time to draw in a while so here's a few sketches of Belle because she's my love
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I'm not SAYING I've been making Dark Belle edits OR that I'm working on some Dark Belle writing... But this DEFINITELY hit the spot
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Dark One!Belle aesthetic
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“Belle..?”
Hearing that voice, the adventurer froze mid toast. Her companions, looking up at the figure behind her which she herself couldn't see, reached for their weapons almost on instinct. Of course, this was to no avail as they stiffened seemingly on command – it was on command.
Belle turned slowly, looking up at the beast she'd had to leave behind – a chapter of her life she'd left behind, hand raised to keep her companions docile. She'd pictured seeing him again many times before, but never in a million years had she imagined to see tears in his eyes.
She swallowed, letting out the softest of breaths, a breath with which his name should never be accompanied.
“Rumpelstiltskin.”
It happened on instinct, but it became proof that only she could get away with punching the Dark One in the jaw.
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What if Rumple came across his discarded maid during her grand adventure?
[cross-posted on Instagram <3]
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I'VE BEEN SAYING THE SAME THING
"You idiot, we could have been... us."
Is the same as
"You could have had happiness if you just believed that someone could want you, but you couldn't take the chance. "
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This might just be one of the greatest things I've ever seen
"Your beauty never ever scared me."
"Mary on a Cross"; a rumbelle / golden lace fanvid
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Vitimir my beloved <3
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Made this edit for TikTok, then started writing a fic based on this principle.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/45721552/chapters/115058830
Mr. Gold doesn't exist. Not in that sense, anyway. Regina went back on their deal, and Rumpelstiltskin (human despite the broken deal) is locked in a cage below the Storybrooke hospital – even below the asylum that hides there. Because he remembers everything, he spends each and every single day of twenty eight years – days that are all one in the same – waiting for the Saviour.
Lacey doesn't exist. Not in that sense, anyway. Belle's cursed memories have made her doubt what's real and what isn't for the day she's spent locked up – the day that's felt like nearly thirty years. She's gone a little mad. One day things change, and suddenly a door is left unlocked; a door leading to her escape.
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Kiss me again, it's working ✨
I think I've never get tired of drawing Rumbelle fanarts... This is my fav moment of OUAT. Happy Skin Deep day to you all!
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Here's a wip I never finished - the idea is up for grabs!
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MORE THAN LOVE
Love was cruel,
as I stood proud;
he showed me you
and I was bowed.
He deftly dealt
his swiftest blow-
I fell further than,
I was meant to go.
And he ashamed,
of what he'd caused,
knew from then,
that I was yours.
That he, an echo
and you, the sound-
I loved you more
than Love allowed.
- Lang Leav
I'm not looking for love, he'd said, and now (no matter how true that claim had been at the time) it had come back to bite him in the ass...
Short fic based on this beautiful poem :)
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October 23rd, 2011.
11 years ago Once Upon a Time first aired on television. How do I celebrate? With a Rumbelle edit of course <3
(The audio is from The Hunchback of Notre Dame)
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Two of my favourite ships <3
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