#Sonnenblume

[classic-asian-art]

(Grasshopper and sunflower), c. 1877 by Shibata Zeshin (1877, colour woodblock print)

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[wildlifegermany]

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[wachsurfer2018]

Meine Sonnenblumen = i miei Girasoli = meus girassóis = my sunflowers = mes tournesols = mis girasoles

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[justanotheroneofakind]

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[duftvonregen]

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[hansdurrer]

Copenhagen, Denmark, 15 September 2023

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[winterknochen]

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[sorapookie]

Sunflower Sonnenblume

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[wildlifegermany]

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[rumbelleshowdown]

Author: Sonnenblume

Prompts: Every day. Monster, fear, cold sweat. Celebrity.

Group: B

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Rags to Riches

All of the rags-to-riches stories Rumpelstiltskin had ever heard had happy endings, their heroes and heroines envied for the riches and prestige they acquired. 

Rumplestiltskin’s own rags-to-riches story thus far hadn’t gone that way at all.  

The rags part of his tale was about as rags as rags could get. A lame spinner, raising his son alone after his wife left him for a pirate. Whose boy- his world, was soon to be drafted into the same war that crippled his father. Until-

A miracle. 

Rumpelstiltskin had been spinning, pouring his every emotion into his work when lo and behold- 

The wool between his fingers turned to gold. 

In most stories this would be the part where everything turns around for the better. 

But that sort of thing never happened to Rumpelstiltskin. 

Within a day of bribing the soldiers to allow their escape, those very same soldiers returned to snatch him off of the road. They threw Baelfire to the ground, tossed Rumple across a horse, and rode off. Leaving his son behind.

Now Rumple was an oddity - the Duke’s thing that filled his treasury with more gold than he could ever spend. Every day like a prized canary, he was placed in an ornate cage to be ogled by the lords and ladies who came from far and wide to watch him spin. 

“Why, he could spin for kings someday!” His aunties had been so proud when he’d shown talent at the wheel as a boy. If they could see him now, he doubted they’d think the life of a celebrity to be so flattering. 

Days dragged on into weeks, every day filled with spinning, taunting, and wolfing down whatever meager “reward” the Duke determined he’d earned. 

Until one day, Rumpelstiltskin got sick.

His head began to throb. 

Mucus filled his chest and airways. 

He began to sweat and shiver. 

Then his cage began to close in on him and the world came out of focus. His audience became a pack of wheezing asses and the Duke transformed into a nightmarish hog-like monster! 

Rumplestiltskin awoke in a cold sweat, in a part of the castle he’d never seen before. His body was sore, but the bed was comfortable and he was cold- so cold. 

He rose to move nearer to the fire, but gentle hands guided him back down. “You must be still, Rumpelstiltskin,” said a voice. “Your body and heart have grown weary as to allow a great sickness to overtake you.” 

And a vision entered his sight - a blue eyed beauty that would surely put even the goddess Aphrodite to shame. 

“A craftsman and a flatterer, Rumpelstiltskin. Do your talents know no bounds?” 

She giggled, her voice rolling off her tongue in the accent of a foreigner. 

He then realized that in his feverish state, he must have mumbled at least some of that out loud. 

A cool cloth was pressed to his forehead. “Your fever is high. You are an endurer. You must’ve been sick for days before you passed out in the middle of the Duke’s court.” She procured a bowl of warm broth and returned to his side, feeding him a spoonful at a time. “You worked yourself nearly to death. Why for a man who cages you and steals the spoils of your gift as his own?” 

Quietly, Rumplestiltskin gasped out, “Bae…” 

His son. His beautiful, brave Baelfire. Out there all alone. If anything happened to his boy, he would truly become dust. He had to find him! 

“I see,” she said, dipping the spoon in the broth once more, “A father seeks to return to his son. There’s more to your story than being able to spin straw into gold, Rumplestiltskin. And you know, I have always been fond of a good story…” 

She said it so thoughtfully. But… When had he said Bae was his son?

She shivered and tightened her shawl around herself. “The Duke’s castle is much too cold. It’s a surprise that his entire court isn’t as chilled to the bone as you.”

Wordlessly, Rumpelstiltskin tugged a blanket off of himself and held it out to her with a trembling fist. 

Foreigners didn’t take well to the harsh Frontland winter. It wouldn’t do for one as kind and beautiful as her to freeze. Better him to suffer winter’s bite than she. 

What a pathetic sight I must be, he thought. Quivering and wheezing yet still offering what little he had to give. 

But she smiled as she took the blanket, then took his hand in hers. 

“You’re so kind,” she said reverently, “even when you’re suffering, and the world has been so cruel to you.” She planted a kiss upon his knuckles, as a knight may a maiden, then looked up at him with a coy smirk. “You know I had come here tonight to test you,” she whispered, leaning in. “But you’re making it very hard.”

… Maybe the fever was addling his brains, but Rumplestiltskin was confused.

She placed his arm back on his chest and tucked the blanket back around him. Then she reached into her pocket and procured a small bottle. 

“Take this,” she said as she uncorked it. “You’ll sleep deeply this night. And come morning, you shall be well.” 

Whatever it was, the taste of it was terrible. But he was too weak and weary to complain.

“Rest well Rumpelstiltskin,” said the beauty as the welcome haze of sleep overtook him. “And tomorrow… you will be free.”

When Rumpelstiltskin awoke come morning, he had to wonder if she had been some feverish fantasy. A different physician was at his bedside and according to the servants, none other had seen to him. 

Not that he had much time to ask around. The moment the Duke learned of his returned health, Rumpelstiltskin was seized by his men and returned to the wheel within the cage. 

“I don’t give a damn what a miracle it is,” Sir Hordor scoffed as Rumpelstiltskin scrambled to get started. “It’s women’s work. Makes you wonder doesn’t it, men?” He licked his lips. “What else old Spindleshanks can do as well as a woman?” 

A shiver ran through him as the soldiers laughed. 

But suddenly the laughter disappeared. And a stunned silence fell over the court.

For the soldiers had been engulfed in indigo smoke. And when it cleared the men were gone, and in each of their places was a single rose. 

Footsteps echoed across the chamber. Delicate clawed fingers plucked what had been Hordor from the floor. Rumple’s eyes followed the rose as the lady lifted it and- 

It was her. Dressed in leather and silk. Skin shining gold. Rumpelstiltskin knew her at once, for who she truly was. 

The Dark One. 

She smiled at him, just as she had before, and held the rose through the bars. “There,” she said, “not so frightening in the end, now is he?” 

Not daring to be rude, Rumple was trembling as he bowed his head and took the token. “My Lady,” he thanked her quietly. 

“Dark One!” The Duke bellowed. “You have no place nor business here! Begone, she-witch!” 

“My business is not with the likes of you,” she scoffed, dress sweeping across the floor as she turned. “I found quite the desperate soul upon the road - a boy. As courageous as he was poor. I made a deal with him: that once reunited, he and his Papa may serve me. If only I am a good mistress and return his stolen father to him from the cruel Duke of the Frontlands!”

“Get out. Leave!” The Duke shouted. 

“-And so!” 

With a flourish she turned, and the cage burst into hundreds of golden butterflies.

With a bow, the Dark One offered him her hand. “- I have come to keep my word. If you will have me, Rumplestiltskin.” 

“SPINNER! YOU CANNOT GO WITH THIS… BEAST!” The Duke bellowed.

The spinner mustered his courage and stood from the stool, his weight upon his good leg. “You are the only monster here,” Rumplestiltskin replied.

He tried to go to her, but his ankle gave way and he tumbled into her arms. 

“F-forgive me, My Lady,” he stuttered, blood rushing to his face. “My ankle- without my walking stick I-” 

But she merely giggled, picked him up under his thighs, and hoisted him over her shoulder as a knight may a maiden. 

“M-My Lady!” He stammered. 

“Fret not Rumpelstiltskin, your boy shall soon return your stick. And until then I am plenty strong to carry you!” 

Strangely, though he couldn’t help but be aware of the way their bodies were touching, Rumplestiltskin wasn’t opposed to his current position. He wasn’t afraid nor embarrassed. He felt… safe. 

“And the rest of you!” She declared, “When the stories spread - and I’m sure they shall, let them be of the love between a son and his father!” 

And she whisked him away, into the tearful embrace of his son, to their happily ever after. 

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#rumbelle showdown #round one #rumbelle fic #sonnenblume

[justanotheroneofakind]

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[png-chaotin]

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[biologyfiction]

#biologyfiction #photographers on tumblr #original photographers #original content #wiesengrund #nature #natur #blume #flower #winter #schnee #snow #sonnenblume #sunflower

[hansdurrer]

Uppsala, Sweden, 9 August 2023

#Flower #Photographers on tumblr #Sunflower #Sonnenblume #Flor #Fleur #Fiore #Girassol #Nature #Natureza #Naturaleza #Uppsala #Sweden