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#i just want to carve pumpkins with baes

iguessweallcrazyithinktho · 4 years

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Great big pumpkin

Summary:

It's Nora's second time at a pumpkin patch and she loves it

Warning: Chris Evans x reader, dad! Chris, Chris! Nora

Word count: 900+

Title: great big pumpkin

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Nora has been so excited ever since you and Chris told her you were going to take her pumpkin picking. She probably didn't remember, but she went last year and when she was one, and let's just say she was out cold the whole time in her stroller. But hopefully this year was much different than the last.

After getting Nora in her orange cable knit sweater you got, you lead her down the stairs to the first floor where Chris was waiting for you both.

"Mama, I going to get the biggest pumptin ever." You looked down at her seeing her big smile. "Oh you are?" She nodded, giving you a uh huh. You chuckled at your little one as you reached the bottom step.

Chris was standing at the door with his white cable knit sweater, ready to go. "Ready ladies?" You and Nora nodded to his question. Chris muttered an okay before opening the door and going out.

Nora letter goof your hand and tell Chris how she was going to get the biggest pumpkin ever as he put her in her car seat. Chris didn't do anything but smile as the almost three year old went on about her pumpkin. She was literally his world.

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

After a 15 minute drive, you arrived at the patch. Nora was still going on about how big her pumpkin was going to be and when you pulled into the parking lot she gasped loudly.

"Oh my goodness, we're here, we're here!"

Chris parked the car and turned to look at her. "You ready princess?" Nora nodded hard, giggling uncontrollably. Chris turned to you shaking his head with a smile. "Okay, let's go."

"Yay!!!" Nora shouted.

You got out of the car and opened her door. After getting a excited Nora out of the car, you all began walking to the patch. Rows filled with pumpkin filled your eyes and Nora couldn't contain herself.

She began to run to every pumpkin touching them.

"Oh my gosh. Mama, daddy look at this one." She pointed at a pumpkin which was small, but huge to her. "It's the big pumptin I wanted." She said. You could hear Chris chuckling at her words. "Okay, let's get that one then."

Chris was about to pick it up, but Nora betted him to it. "Don't worry daddy, I a big girl." She picked up her pumpkin like it was nothing and began to walk away. Before you and followed her, you turned to him giving him wide eyes. "We have a strong daughter." Chris smiled, leaning over to kiss your temple. "She gets it from you, love.

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

After you and Chris got your pumpkin, as well as one for dodger, you did a hayride and got some pumpkin treats for the house, and you were on your way home.

Nora of course couldn't get over her pumpkin. It's crazy how something so small made her so happy. It was just like her goldfish.

As you pulled into the driveway, Chris turned off the car before turning to little Nora. "Are you ready to carve your pumpkin bub?" Nora smiled at him, "Yes!"

Chris looked over at you and smiled. "Alright, let's do this."

You all got out of the car and made your way inside. Dodger greeted you all and of course Nora told him about her great big pumpkin.

"Dodge, I got the biggest pumptin ever. And I picked it all by myself." She sat her pumpkin on the ground in front of him. "See?"

Dodger started sniffing it, making sure it posed no danger. "Well me and mommy are going to carve it. We got you a pumptin too." She picked up her pumpkin and brought it over to the dining room table where you and Chris were waiting for her. "I ready."

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

Lots of carving, drinking pumpkin spice hot chocolate, and eating goldfish, all of your pumpkin were done. It wasn't the fanciest pumpkins ever, but they were perfect. Nora especially loved them.

"Our pumptins look so nice." Nora's hands were clasped together as she looked at all of your pumpkins with a smile so big.

"Should we go put them outside?" You asked her. She turned to you and Chris. "Yeah, and we put tandles (candles) in them?" Chris nodded, "yes we will."

Nora pushed her brown curls out of her eyes with a giggle. "Alright, let go." She tottered to the front door and you, Chris, and dodger followed her with the pumpkins.

The cool autumn breeze hit your face as soon as you walked out of the front door. The sky was painted light pink as the sun was going down behind the earth. You sat the pumpkins in your hands down onto the steps and Chris did the same on the other side of the steps.

"Okay let's light it up, light it up." You chuckled softly. "Okay Nora, okay."

Chris pulled a lighter out of his pocket and lit the candle that was placed inside the pumpkin. As soon as he finished Nora gasped like she just saw the greatest thing in the world.

"Oh it's so cool." Chris lit every single one and then you both stepped back to appreciate your hard work.

"What do you think Nora? We did a good job?" Chris looked down at Nora who was still smiling. "Yeah we did an amazing job daddy. Let's do this again tomorrow." You and Chris laughed at her comment.

"Don't worry Nora, tomorrow we're going to do something very fun."

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

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vict0rgrantz · 3 years

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Halloween with Edgar

thanks for following me, 20 means a lot :'}

Doesn't hand out candy but will dress up. He wants to be some sort of fancy king or something.

Will gladly paint spooky pictures. He loves the creepiness.

Very picky about what movies he wants to watch. It has to fit his standards. watches jennifer's body

Will do any face paint you want. I just think he's good at makeup, got that pretty boy standard.

Will bake festive treats and foods with you. None of that storebought junk.

Also likes pumpkin patches but he wants the best pumpkin.

Will carve one of those spooky pumpkins everybody does.

Spends most of October playing animal crossing. get that candy bae

Complains all day about being "forced" to decorate outside but won't let you lift a finger to help him.

#identity v #idv #identity v x reader #idv x reader #edgar valden #idv painter #edgar valden x reader

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nightwingvixen23 · 4 years

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*BatFam carving pumpkins*

Dick : DAMI !!! Aren’t you going to come carve your pumpkin with us all ?!

Damian : Yeah, just a minute !

*1 minute later*

Damian : *appears with sword*

Dick : um. No.

Damian : How the fuck else am I supposed to carve my pumpkin

Jason : With a little somethin’ called a carving kit genius

Damian : Carving kits are for simpletons, of which I am not

Tim : Let him

Dick : He could get hurt !

Tim : My point exactly

Stephanie : *eats pumpkin guts*

Cassandra : Ew, Steph ! That’s nasty !

Stephanie : Don’t knock it ‘til you’ve tried it hon

Jason : *eats pumpkin guts* It’s got a slightly bitter flavor to it, but I’m down for it

Dick : Don’t ask to make out tonight. That’s disgusting

Jason : *slowly lets pumpkin guts fall from open mouth*

Duke : ..okay, but....why did I just have to witness that...

Jason : ‘Cause I’m aiming to get a Halloween fuck tonight obviously

Dick : ....

*An hour and a half later*

Tim : I’m finished !!

Dick : Alright every body, let’s each reveal our pumpkin one at a time ! Who wants to go first ?? Jay–Bae ??

Jason : *turns pumpkin*

*silence*

Damian : Um.. Jason ? What in the bloody hell is going on with your pumpkin ?

Stephanie : I like it !

Duke : Question, who’s thong is that ?

Jason : *smirks at Dick*

Dick : *realizing* Oh my god, JASON, what the fuck !?

Jason : Hey you left it out. Can’t let a sexy thing like that go to waste

Tim : oh, gross

Jason : Don’t worry Baby Bird, it’s totally been washed👌

Tim : Not what I was grossed out about but okay

Dick : JAY ! *snatches thong off pumpkin/stuffs in pocket* I’m just gonna pretend this never happened. Like, EVER

Cassandra : My photogenic memory will prove you otherwise

Damian : *high fives Cass* Never let him live this down

Stephanie : so, like, are you wearing a thong right now or....

Dick : NONE OF YOUR GOD DAMNED BUSINESS !

Jason : *nodding to Steph behind Dick’s back*

Stephanie : Ooooop 😏

Duke : *awkward as all hell*

Cassandra : In an attempt to get us back on topic, my pumpkin isn’t that good.... *turns pumpkin around*

Jason : Holy hell Cass !! That’s some epic ass Van Gogh ! Right on !

Tim : How can you say that it’s not good, Cass ? It’s fucking mind blowing !

Stephanie : Okay, but how is it scary ?

Duke : Um...have you seen Van Gogh’s paintings of people? That shit is frightening

Jason : *points carving knife at Duke* HEY ! No one is fuckin’ allowed to throw shade at Van Gogh while I’m present....no one

Duke : 🙌

Dick : It’s a master piece Cass ! I love it !

Damian : You call that a master piece ? Check mine out bitches

*stunned silence*

Dick : ....well....we for sure know who the Artistic One’s are in the family

Jason : Mine was pretty damn fuckin’ artistic too, ya know

Dick : I beg to disagree

Tim : I thought we were supposed to make scary pumpkins though ??

Stephanie : I take it that you made yours ‘scary’ Timmers ?

Tim : Hell yeah *shows pumpkin*

Jason : *bursts into laughter*

Duke : I don’t know why you’re laughin’, that shit’s scary as fuck

Stephanie : *shielding her face/sarcastically yelling* NOOOoooo TURN IT AWAY ! MY EYES ! IT’S—IT’S TOO MUCH !

Tim : Fuck off

Stephanie : Speaking of fuck off *dramatically places pumpkin on the table*

Cassandra : Why am I not surprised

Dick : Steph ! That’s so inappropriate, we can’t put that outside, kids will be stopping by !

Stephanie : I know right

Jason : I dig it. That right there is my mother fuckin’ jam. Up top Steph *high fives*

Duke : *places pumpkin next to Stephanie’s* BAM !

Damian : That’s very clever

Duke : Oh my god, Damian complimented me ?? Is this real life ??

Tim : So much for anyone else making scary pumpkin carvings

Cassandra : Yours was the furthest thing from scary that I’ve ever seen 😒

Duke : ONCE AGAIN, student loans are NOTHING to fuck with people !

Jason : *wraps an arm around Dickie* So baby doll, are you gonna grace us with the gorgeous artistry of your Jack‒o’‒lantern ? Or are ya gonna make me have to beg for it like you so love to hear me do in the bed room 😉

Damian : And just like ‘in the bedroom’ how about you save such disgusting talk for ‘the bed room’

Jason : Where’s the fun in that ?

Stephanie : C’mon Dick ! Show us your pumpkin !

Dick : Okey‒dokey !! *cheerily turns pumpkin around* TAH‒DAH !!

*nothing*

Tim : *trying not to laugh*

Dick : It’s so good that you guys are speechless huh ? 😊Nailed it !! ✌️

Stephanie & Duke : *snorting laughter*

Jason : Babe...you mean to tell me....you worked on that all this fuckin’ time ?

Dick : Yeah, why ?

Damian : All of 2 hours ?

Dick : Yup ! Can’t believe it to be true, right ? *dusts shoulders off dramatically* I’m just that good 🙃

Cassandra : It looks like a traumatized vegetable that has seen some truly messed up bona fide shit and can’t seem to process just what exactly has occurred before it’s terribly misshapen eyes and so gives a terribly misshapen grin out of painfulness. That is a face that cries ‘HELP ME’

Damian : Leave it to Cassandra to serve the truth out cold

Dick : HEY you meanies ! My pumpkin is BEAUTIFUL !

Jason : *takes a hold of Dick’s face/cooing* Awww yes it is baby, yes it is *kisses him*

Dick : *pouting*

Duke : Alright, let’s get these things out on the porch before Bruce gets home, ya know, to surprise him and all

Tim : Roger that !

*later that night*

Bruce : *heading up the Manor walkway*

Bruce : *stops*

Bruce : and they wonder why people are so wary to get to know us...

🎃👻🎃The End lol Happy Halloween peeps🎃👻🎃

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xserpentlife · 5 years

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Halloween Prompt List

First and foremost let me explain this list a bit. Some prompts are coming from a list by @itsaconquestofimagination all the others were thought of by either myself or @wayward-river .

Sexual/Flirting

1. “The kitten ears suit you a little too much...” 2. “Bite Me” 3. “So, I guess you could say you’re my Zom-BAE!” 4. “If you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning.” 5. “Wow, I didn’t realize you were that….flexible.” 6. “Ow! You bit me” - “yeah and you moaned so ow isn’t the right word babe” 7. “Feed me.” 8. “Baby, Come closer, I won’t bite… unless you want me to” 9. “Fuck… You're getting blood all over my neck” 10. “I still remember the way you taste.”

Angst-ish

11. “I’m the one living this nightmare not you” 12. “What are you?” 13. “Oh my god, I think the crystal ball is working. The spirits are telling me you’re a dumbass.” 14.“You didn’t think that was the end of the story did you” 15. “Why are you so determined to see this ghost anyway?” 16. “You’re too pretty to die” 17. ”You smell like a wet dog” 18. “I would never hurt you” 19. “H-holy shit, why-why is there no reflection?” 20. “Wait, why does this grave have your name on it?” 21.“I’m awake, why am I awake I should be dead… shouldn’t I” 22. “I need to tell you something, but promise me you won’t freak out” 23. “I don’t care if you are panicking just do it quietly.” 24. “I could tear you apart if I wanted to.” 25. “Yes, I can fly. Any more stupid questions?” 26. “Are you happy now? Huh? DOES THIS MAKE YOU HAPPY!” 27. “You said you’d always be there for me...so how did this happen? Why weren’t you there?” 28. “I didn’t say kill him!” 29. “I’m a witch, not a miracle worker” 30. “Why don’t you just take your broomstick and shove it?” 31. “Get away from me!!” 32. “It’s a full moon tonight I have to go” 33. “I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending they’re you!” 34. “What do you mean our souls are connected now?!” 35. “After we lost you, things just weren’t the same.” 36. “So when exactly were you going to tell me you’re a vampire” 37. “I’m not one who stole all the blood bags!” 38. “Do you know what I am?” 39. “We aren’t all that bad.” 40. “What did you do to me?!” 41. “We should do a couple's costume.” - “We’re not a couple though.” 42. “Is that really red syrup? Please tell me it’s syrup.” 43. 4“I told you not to run” 44. “HOLY MOTHERF - IT BIT ME!” 45. “Y-your eyes, what’s happening to your eyes? 46. “I just found out my best friend and love of my life isn’t human and you’re 47. “You can’t just turn into a bat and fly away when you don’t want to deal with things.” “Watch Me!” 48. “Today was the day you died.” 49. “I’m cured. I swear!” 50. “Let me go, I don’t want to hurt you” - “you won't”

Fluff Prompts

51. “I’m not scared of you, please look at me” 52. “Uh your ears are showing” - “well yeah yours are too” - “But why are they fuzzy...” 53. “You said 'till death do us part” 54. Shh. It’s the month of Halloween.” 55. “Did you seriously injure yourself carving a pumpkin?” 56. “You say witch like it’s a bad thing.” 57. “Your blood is the sweetest” 58. “I suppose my secret’s out.” 59. “Shit don’t cry I didn’t mean to scare you” 60. “I can’t stay away from you” 61. “I’m better when I’m with you.” 62. “I don’t want to fall asleep. I’m scared.” 63. “I thought I was the only one.” 64. “I slipped you a love potion, but what the hell you’re not even acting any different.” 65. “I feel like we’ve met before…”

Parental Prompts 66. “y/n our daughter is fucking levitating!” 67. “I thought you said she wouldn’t get your powers…” 68. “How did she get my wand!” 69. “Dude… She has the wand” 70. “Aw my spooky baby” 71. “Name - want to explain to me why our daughter has red eyes like you do 72. right now? Or are we still keeping secrets?” 73. “I think our daughter got your powers.” 74. “She’s four why do you say that?” 75. “I just made cookies for her, and I wasn’t the one in control.” 76. “Well fuck.”

Magic/Misc

77. “Did that….did you..did you just heal. That was a nasty cut and now its gone.” 78. “Why did (historical person) have to be so confusing. What were they thinking?” 79. “They weren’t. They were a real ass though.” 80. “Wait….how do you know that?” 81. “Uh..well...fuck it, I’m….” 82. “Look I’m sorry I missed Prom, but I was stuck in 1754.” 83. “You still should have called, texted, something.” - “I didn’t have cell service…” 84. ”what the fuck just came out of your fingertips”

85. FREE FOR ALL - You tell me the words you want in the fic

#halloween prompts #prompt list #halloween #riverdale #riverdale requests #riverdale halloween #sweet pea #fangs #malachai #fangs fogarty #sweet pea x reader #fangs Fogarty x reader #fangs x reader #Malachai x reader #riverdale x reader

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msudotty · 3 years

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everything i wanted.

carving pumpkins with sister dearest @msukirby.

AHHHH! does she look different, dotty wonders? because, well, she feels different. super different! out of this world different! like, okay. so here’s the thing... dotty is an experienced dater, she won’t lie. and kirby knows this about her, so dotty having a new boyfriend? not that surprising! not enough to make her come off differently.

but today? it’s different. it’s not just a boyfriend now... it’s so much more! her soulmate, her forever ever after. her fiancé! yes, you heard her, she said fiancé. who would have thought, right? dorothea bae, expert at everything romantic, FINALLY engaged. eeeek!! it’s literally unbelievable. she feels almost antsy, body bursting with anticipation in sharing the news. she has to tell kirby��

oh, wait, speaking of kirby, what was she doing again? dotty blinks, once, twice, as she comes to her senses, gaze falling upon the pumpkin in front of her. oohhhhh. right. after the (to put it mildly) unsuccessful attempt at making junseong carve pumpkins with her, kirby had promised they’d set aside time for it during the day. but, well, a lot has happened since then! first the apple bobbing, then running into kevin... it’s really just been a rollercoaster of a day!

but... wait, okay. so she’s here with the pumpkins. is kirby here? a quick glance is shot to the side, where sure enough, she finds the familiar form of her sister. wait, what the fuck — just how long had she been spacing out? oh, this won’t do. she really can’t take it anymore, keeping a secret from her sister is impossible!

“oh, kirby, i can’t keep this from you any longer,” she starts, attention now completely focused on her sister, the pumpkin in front of her forgotten. dotty doesn’t give kirby much of a chance to react before she keeps going, anxious to just get on with it already. “i’m finally getting married!”

#msukirby #msu:mausoleum #t / everything i wanted.

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innerclouds · 5 years

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Another request:

(1) Do You Sleep With Your Closet Doors Open Or Closed? Closed because I don't want the cat getting in there and peeing/pooping.

(2) Do You Have Freckles? No, but I have enough beauty marks that they make me wonder if I wasn't loaded with birdshot in a past life.

(3) Can You Whistle? Yes.

(4) Last Song You Listened To. The bangles walk like an egyptian.

(5) What Is Your Favourite Colour? I've answered this.

(6) Relationship Status. Bae.

(7) What Is The Temperature Right Now? Nice and cool.

(8) Did You Wake Up Cranky? Extremely.

(9) How Many Followers? Not sure.

(10) Zodiac Sign. Rat.

(11) What Is Your Eye Colour? Ugly.

(12) Take A Vitamin Daily? No.

(13) Do You Sing In The Shower? No.

(14) What Books Are You Reading? None atm.

(15) Grab The Book Nearest To You, Turn To Page 64, Give Me Line 14. "It's just that he never lies. Ever."

(16) Favourite Anime? Long list.

(17) Last Person You Cried In Front Of? Siblings.

(18) Do You Collect Anything? Lots of things.

(19) What Did You Have For Lunch? Kitchen sink stir fry leftovers.

(20) Do You Dance In The Car? No.

(21) Favourite Animal? Sharks, rats, birds.

(22) Do You Watch The Olympics? No.

(23) What Time Do You Usually Go To Bed? Whenever I feel ready to pass out.

(24) Are You Wearing Makeup Right Now? No, I don't wear makeup.

(25) Do You Prefer To Swim In A Pool Or The Ocean? Ocean.

(26) Favourite Tumblr Blog? Sebbysheepy's.

(27) Bottled Water Or Tap Water? Bottled.

(28) What Makes You Happy? Bae, rain

(29) Post A Gif Of What You’re Currently Feeling Right Now.

(30) Do You Study Better With Or Without Music? ASMR.

(31) Dogs Or Cats? Gatto.

(32) If You Were A Crayon What Colour Would You Be? Some kind of light gray or blue.

(33) PlayStation Or Xbox. PC master race.

(34) Would You Swim In The Lake Or Ocean? Ocean.

(35) Do You Believe In Magic? Not seriously.

(36) What Colour Shirt Are You Wearing? Two tone gray.

(37) Can You Curl Your Tongue? Yes.

(38) Do You Save Money Or Spend It? I'm horrible with money but I do sometimes attempt to save.

(39) Is There Anything Pink Within 10 Feet Of You? Cat toy.

(40) Do You Have Any Obsessions Right Now? A few.

(41) Have You Ever Caught A Butterfly? Yes.

(42) Are You Easily Influenced By Other People? Yes and no.

(43) Do You Have Strange Dreams? Constantly.

(44) Do You Like Going On Airplanes? Absolutely not.

(45) Name One Movie That Made You Cry. Can't recall.

(46) Peanuts Or Sunflower Seeds? Sunflower seeds.

(47) If I Handed You A Concert Ticket Right Now, Who Would You Want The Performer To Be? Ozzy/Bowie.

(48) Are You A Picky Eater? Sorta.

(49) Are You A Heavy Sleeper? Not as much as I used to be.

(50) Do You Fear Thunder / Lightning? Thunder no, lightning yes because expensive electronics and the wiring where I live is garbage.

(51) Do You Like To Read / Write? Yes.

(52) Do You Like Your Music Loud? Depends on the music.

(53) Would You Rather Carve Pumpkins Or Wrap Presents? Pumpkins. I can't wrap presents to save my life.

(54) Put Your Music On Shuffle, What Is The First Song That Came Up? I don't have a shuffle.

(55) What Season Are You In Right Now? (Weather) Autumn.

(56) What Are You Craving Right Now?

Chinese take out.

(57) Post A Screenshot Of Your Tumblr Feed. I'd rather not.

(58) What Is Your Gender? Meat popsicle.

(59) Coffee Or Tea? Both.

(60) Do You Have Any Homework Right Now? If So, What Is It About? No, I haven't had homework in years.

(61) What Is Your Sexuality? Problematic, apparently.

(62) Do You Make Your Bed In The Morning? Lazily.

(63) Favourite Pokemon? Specifically: Bulbasaur and Haunter.

Types: Grass, ghost, water.

(64) Favourite Social Media? They all suck.

(65) What’s Your Opinion On Instagram Stories? I don't know what that is so I have no opinion.

(66) Do You Get Homesick? Yeah.

(67) Are You A Virgin? No.

(68) What Shampoo And Conditioner Are You Using Right Now? The kind that smells really good but is generally bad for my hair/doesn't provide what's needed for it.

(69) If You Were Far From Home And Needed To Sleep For The Night, Would You Choose To Rent A Crappy Motel Room For $60 Or Sleep In Your Car For Free? I'd say car but I don't wanna run into issues, so crappy motel.

(70) Are Both Of Your Blood Parents Still In Your Life? One is, one isn't.

(71) Whats The Next Movie You Want To See In Theaters? Joker.

(72) Do You Miss Your Ex? Hell no.

(73) What Is Your Favourite Quote Right Now? "Never try, never fail."

(74) What Eye Colour Do You Find Sexiest? Green/hazel.

(75) Did You Like Swinging As A Child? Do You Still Get Excited When You See A Swing Set? Yes, until the backyard swing broke and I fell down a couple feet of incline.

(76) What Was The Last Thing You Ate? Rose earl grey tea.

(77) What Games Do You Have On Your Phone? NA.

(78) Would You Give A Homeless Person CPR If They Were Dying? Why Or Why Not? Chances are someone else would have gotten to them before me but if it was just me, sure. I have no idea how to do it really, but I'd try.

(79) Been On The Computer For 5 Hours Straight? Yeah, that's happened before.

(80) Stalked Someone On A Social Network? None.

(81) Do You Like Meeting New People? Not particularly.

(82) Do You Wear Rings? If You Do, Take A Picture Of Them. No.

(83) Do You Sleep With Your Bedroom Door Open Or Closed? Closed usually.

(84) What Are Three Things You Did Today? Woke up, went to work, came home.

(85) What Do You Wear To Bed? Oversized shirt.

(86) List All Of Your Different Beauty Products You Have Right Now. I have beauty products? When did that happen?

(87) Are You A Day Or Night Person? Night.

(88) List All Of Your Video Games On Your Phone, Console Etc. PC, and that's a really long list.

(89) Tell Me About A Dream That You Had And When It Happened. It involved rob zombie, a derailed train and my brother and it was years ago.

(90) Favourite Soda Drink? Ginger ale, root beer, dr. pepper, squirt.

(91) What Sounds Are Your Favourite? Water, wind, leaves, various ASMRs.

(92) Do You Wear Jeans Or Sweats More? Half and half.

(93) How Do You Look Right Now? Tired.

(94) Name Something That Relaxes You. Bae, rain.

(95) What Tattoo Do You Want? I've answered this.

(96) Favourite YouTuber? Those that are "problematic", apparently.

Source: my-bitter-soul

#request thing

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imthelcstprincess · 5 years

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AUTUMN MUN QUESTIONS !

Favorite scary movie : scream

Favorite Halloween (not necessarily scary) movie : hocus pocus!!!

Favorite Halloween costume I’ve worn: i was dorothy from the wizard of oz once, last year i was junior jewels taylor swift from the ‘you belong with me’ music video. and i was also a biker gal!!

Halloween costume I want to dress as but haven’t yet: i wanna be 80′s workout barbie so bad

My ultimate dream Halloween costume: rapunzel lol. and 80′s workout barbie.

Favorite character from a Halloween movie: thackery binx!!!!!!!

Favorite spooky novel: n/a

Favorite scary video game: i’ve never played scary video games oops

Favorite classic movie/book monster: count dracula only bc he’s the only one i can think of

Best memory from a past Halloween: in like middle school i think my friends and i got our candy in cheese bags when we went trick or treating. like the bags you buy cheese in from the supermarket.

Favorite Autumn drink: hot chocolate, tea, psl........

Favorite Autumn food/treat: pumpkin cookies!!!!!

What I’d love to carve into a pumpkin: i would try to do a ghost

Best pumpkin design I’ve ever carved/plan on carving: once i tried to do an owl but i messed up so bad so it turned into a zombie owl

Do you do anything special for Halloween?: i mean???? not really???? aside from watching scary movies.

Do you enjoy bonfires, or have you ever attended one?: yes and no

Favorite scary story or legend: if i think of one this late i won’t sleep

Favorite Halloween candy: kit-kats!!!! and reese’s!!!!!!

Do you like going to Halloween stores? : i wouldn’t oppose tbh

If you do go to Halloween stores, do you buy anything or just look around?: i just look tbh

If you wear costumes, do you make your own costumes or purchase them? : i used to buy them but i’ve made mine the last couple years bc i’m broke

Have you ever gone to a Haunted House attraction? : nope and i don’t want to!!!!

Have you ever gone to a corn maze?: i have not

How about a pumpkin patch?: yes!!!!

What did you always wish you could dress up as when you were a kid?: one year my friends were gothic cheerleaders but my mom said no

Do you ever partake in a nice leaf pile jump?: who doesn’t love a good leaf pile jump?

Do you call apples covered in sweets: caramel apples, candy apples, toffee apples, or something else?: i’ve called them both caramel apples and candy apples

Tell a spooky campfire story (if you have one): my life!!!!! ba dum tssss

Do you believe in ghosts? If so, have you ever had an experience?: yes and yes i’ve had a bunch of them.

If you live in a climate where the trees change colors, do you like walking/driving around and looking at them? : YES IT’S MY FAVORITE THING

Do you decorate your home for Halloween? : we haven’t in the recent years

Do you hand out candy on Halloween, have/attend parties, or do something else?: i try to do both honestly. but this year i’ll probably just stick to handing out candy

If you could be any legendary monster, what would you be? i’d be a witch tbh

tagged by: @guiltedripper bae tagging: @seesgood / @do-i-win-yet / @floatmenow / @preconcievedxdisaster / @thieveskingdom / @coronaslight / @heartlosttravelers / @hatescorsets / @diablesetanges and you!!!!

#[ i only did this now so i don't forget tbh ]#( dash games. )#👑 constantly thinking about chicken parm | mun things

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okay all this matt and pidge reuniting is cute but when will we get real sibling content like matt just coming in and,,, sitting on pidge of them just having a screaming competition with each other and fighting over the dumbest things

matt, lounging on pidge’s bed as she does her homework beside him: hey if you were part of the circus, what would you be?pidge, considering it: oh man, that’s hard…. probably something like a lion tamer? or a juggler or something… OR! FUCK, maybe even the ringmaster! that’d be really cool. what about you?matt, sighing happily: i’d be a tent :)

when they were kids colleen would make them stand next to some elevated part of the wall and do that thing where she measures their height and draws a line to mark it

little matt (scowling at pidge’s line dangerously coming close to his): don’t you fucking dare

pidge: (quietly finishes one problem in her assignment)matt: YES! YESSSSSSSSS! FUCK! 👏 IT! 👏 UP! 👏 EINSTEIN!! show that homework who’s a bad bitch!… leave that notebook paper’s ass QUAKING,

whenever sam and colleen get them a chocolate bar each for dessert pidge always eats hers extra slow until matt finishes his just so she can prove a point and say “no” when matt asks if he can have some of hers

pidge: you’re the older one! you’re SUPPOSED to be more responsible!matt: well excuse me it’s not MY fault mom decided to shoot my irresponsible ass out of her vagina first!

they frequently do the bathroom bullshit

you know, the bathroom bullshit

matt: watching TV and clearly not planning to move for the next two hours

pidge: heading towards the bathroom with a towel over her shoulder

matt, immediately on his feet: oh my god you insensitive bitch i was LITERALLY about to take a shower-

pidge, groggily walking to the dining room: good morningmatt, equally as groggy: mornin’sam holt: it’s 1 pm

pidge: you just ate my last pack of oreos! i even put them on the dining table so everyone knows i’m not done with it!matt: i thought you didn’t want them anymore! who even leaves food on the table as a sign that they’re still gonna eat them later???pidge: ME? AS EXPLICITLY STATED IN MY LAST SENTENCE?

(at matt’s garrison send-off, seeing iverson scolding a student)pidge: assholematt, at the same time: buttholepidge and matt, looking at each other: :O :D

sometimes matt would randomly burst into pidge’s room and tackle her to the bed as a way of saying hi

9/10 times that he does that bae bae follows along and stays on top of matt

and they’d all just. stay silently on top of each other like that for an indeterminate amount of time

matt: college kids are so fucking weirdpidge: you’re a college kidmatt: SHIT FUCK-

and in honor of halloween just finishing:

matt: i’m going to carve a dick on this pumpkinpidge: matt that’s gonna be put on the front yard where everyone can see-matt: maybe i’ll carve TWO dicks

pidge: it doesn’t feel very halloween-y today…. where’s the spooky gross shitmatt: (walks in)pidge: finally

#someone: hey do you have any thoughts on sibling bullsh-#me (immediately): THOUGHTS YOU SAY #answers

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im-not-a-what · 6 years

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Little Lantern

My fic for @rumbellerevelry

Rating: G

Word count: 6622

Summary: Lady Belle just wants a little freedom. She wasn’t expecting a ball of light in the forest to offer her that and more.

Prompts used: Lantern

Lady Belle liked to think she was not very foolish, even if she had a bad habit of risking her safety to satiate curiosity. She was ravenous for anything that broke the humdrum of a quiet country life. Books sometimes quenched the thirst of mind and eye, but mind and eye still wandered to the window when the sun dipped behind the trees like a friend sneaking off to adventures she wasn’t allowed to participate in. As a child, she would let herself dream that, one day, nothing and no one would stop her from chasing the sun and moon to the farthest corners of the world. Now that she was grown, Belle felt it a disservice to deny her younger self that dream. Sir Maurice, of course, had a different opinion.

Aside from the guards and nobles who protected or visited their castle, Belle and Maurice had only each other. Belle honored that, cherished it, but when she knew that her father was going to attend a summit with the other vassal fiefdoms for a week, there was no hope of strictly honoring his strictures that she never, ever leave home without his express permission. The castle guards didn’t require steep bribes, but there were loyal enough to the baronet (and sensible enough of the dangers to a young woman in the nearby forest) to insist on an escort. Belle conceded; she took it rather well, which should’ve caused a little alarm among the men who, saddled on horseback with her, processed down the royal road amid whispering trees.

If Belle was just a little bit of a fool, the guards weren’t much better. Some of them had enough experience to foresee the perils caused by a ball of light that darted out of the dense woods and weaved between them. The luminant was far too large to be an insect. Even if it had been smaller, there was no reason for a firelight to be awake and alight in the mid-afternoon. Belle guessed what it was, but she didn’t dare name it for fear that her escorts would shoo it away or demand they return home.

What was such a light doing in the forest? They preferred bogs, swamps, anywhere with still water. Maybe it was drawn to the road in a desire to lead away the insensible and adventurous. As soon as the ball of light zipped back into the trees, Belle proved she owned at least one of these qualities and followed it.

The guards gave chase, for they were faithful to Maurice and rather endeared to their master’s daughter. The little light might harm their charge. At the very least, it might confuse and frighten her if she was ensnared by its enchantment. Whether such a fate befell Belle, who with her horse disappeared in an emerging mist, or on the guards, who shortly lost all trail of her, was difficult to say on their end.

Belle did sense that her men had vanished in her wake, although her ears caught distant calls and hoofbeats. The road had disappeared, too. A fog bank teased her horse’s legs, though it gave way to an unobscured woodland path that the ball of light brought into even clearer view. Panic grabbed her heart for a few seconds. Then the yellow light--a will o’wisp--flew around her head. She could feel its heat, no stronger than a candle flame. While it charmed more than threatened, it moved with urgency after a moment of hovering hesitation. When it shot away along the new path, the idea of following shifted from daringly precarious to pressingly necessary.

Her hands started to sweat, but she held the reins fast and beckoned Philippe onward with soothing murmurs. Gloom stole over the area, as though the day were passing more quickly than natural. By the time the winding path and the flying light brought Belle to a clearing, the sky’s overcast palette thwarted any attempt to determine the hour. The inconvenience did not bother Belle for long. Across the clearing, nestled on its edge and hemmed in by a garden, stood a small, tidy house. A radiance similar to that of the playful will o’wisp flickered in the front-end windows despite the efforts of curtains to block the view. Smoke curled out of the chimney. It was suspiciously charming, the perfect abode for a mischievous witch who might just as easily offer Belle food and a bed as throw a sack over the girl’s head and hold her captive in preparation for human stew.

Belle reined in her horse and her wild inclinations so that she remained on her side of the clearing. The one evident peculiarity was the presence of two dozen carved pumpkins along the garden’s boundary and on each side of the doorway.

The will o’wisp seemed to guess her question about them. It rushed to the pumpkin on the far left, slipped into its gaping mouth, and set its hollowed insides aglow. A goofy, grinning visage stared at Belle. She gasped and stared with a smile of her own. The wisp left that pumpkin and moved to its neighbor, then the next and the next, down the line to the walkway. Each carved face had its own personality: some smiled; some grimaced; some were frozen mid-cackle, some mid-sigh or mid-scream. Belle was fascinated by each. When the wisp came to the final pumpkin, a winking face, Belle dismounted and, leading her horse, tiptoed closer to the house. The wisp squeezed out of the one open eye, flew up and touched Belle’s nose. The contact was hot but did not burn. She wiggled her nose and squinted. The wisp bobbed, excited or anxious, before hovering down the path to the front door.

Belle pulled in a breath while her stomach tightened. She shouldn’t. She knew better. But the wisp was waiting, mutely calling to her. Behind her, Philippe bent his head to graze. His flank twitched a little, probably from a fly or the chill that she was beginning to feel on her bare arms. In the end, it didn’t take much persuasion. The scene, the circumstances, they needed her bravery to continue this odd adventure. For good or ill, she needed to continue.

She let go of Philippe’s reins. Skirts marginally raised, she shuffled down the walkway, a flat dirt path embedded with round white stones. At the door, the wisp drifted to the doorknob. Did it want her to just walk in? The firelight in the windows was as present as ever, a warning that someone called this cottage home and was enjoying the late afternoon (if it was still the late afternoon) in peaceful domesticity. Belle brought her knuckles to the wood and landed three knocks, loud as she dared without being rude.

The wisp touched the doorknob. Without the knob turning, the door popped open and slowly swung inward. Belle lurched back. Her surprised and disapproving look at the wisp failed to stop the glowing orb from bouncing about like a yo-yo.

“Bae?” said a voice unseen somewhere behind the half-open door.

Belle jumped. Her stomach could’ve burst into a swarm of butterflies. The voice belonged to a man, but it was both delicate and course, perhaps in disuse from lack of company and conversation. Not a frightful voice, thank goodness. It was strange enough that she didn’t have the courage to cross the threshold. She did not bolt down the path, either. Confusion held her still while the wisp floated into the doorway.

“Bae? What is it?” There was creaking. The man Belle couldn’t see was standing up. Maybe something else creaked too--wooden, small--and continued to when she could hear the man’s gentle steps approach the door.

She couldn’t help the backward step. A part of her did want to run. It especially wanted to when she saw the face that came with the voice. That is, until she made herself return the man’s astonished stare. Her guess at this being a witch’s cottage wasn’t far off the mark. The man had long hair, tangled and wavy, full of wildness. There were rough scales on his face and the wrinkles and folds about the neck. Was he wearing a skin-suit made from chameleons? Or perhaps a small dragon? The scales weren’t just pronounced but also glimmerous. When the wisp floated up to meet the man’s eyes, the scales reflected the light.

And, oh, his eyes! So large, so nearly without whites! The pupils just pinpoints, the irises like great green marbles swirling with other colors she couldn’t yet name. Those eyes gaped at her, then a few seconds at the wisp. But those seconds told Belle something important. The wisp’s light pulsed in a pattern that meant nothing to her, but it had meaning to the strange man. After an erratic sequence, the wisp flew to Belle’s side and remained a breath from her shoulder.

“Um … good day,” Belle said when the man took her in head to toe. “I … I don’t really know why I’m here, except that this little fellow led me to your home. I hope I’m not disturbing you.”

The man stepped forward. Belle finally noted the man’s attire, which was a little too fine for someone living in the woods alone. The burgundy cloak looked like something a noble might wear, only the hem started to fray at the cuffs and the bottom edge. Maybe the cloak was second-hand.

“Of course I’m disturbed,” said the man at last. “Why shouldn’t I be disturbed by a lady showing up on my doorstep out of the blue?”

“As I said,” Belle answered after clearing her throat and praying for bravery, “this wisp led me here.”

“Did he make you follow him?” The man’s perplexity started to fade into sardonic admonishment.

Belle bit her lip. “I suppose not. I was … I was looking for something interesting.”

Faint eyebrows rose. A smile quelled whatever annoyance the man tried to show before. “Did you find what you were hoping for?”

That smile, probably unintentional, gave her mettle a little reinforcement. Belle tilted her head. “It’s hard to say. Perhaps I’ll know if you invite me inside.”

His appearance was still startling. Now, though, she found that quality had a magnetic effect. The wisp zipped to the man, pulsed and whizzed and brushed the man’s cheek. A giggle slipped out of the man. That was enough to satisfy the wisp so that it--or he, possibly the one called “Bae”--returned to Belle and did the same thing. Their shared giggles cleared away the tension. Belle might have needed to worry about how exactly she was going to find her way home, or what her father would say and do when he learned about her disappearance; here and now, however, there was little to fear. With a wry smile that tried not to be pleased at having a visitor, the man stepped aside, bowed, and gestured for Belle to come in. She curtsied and smiled to the point of making herself laugh, and she accepted the invitation.

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Maurice’s return occurred when everyone expected it, but it came too soon for Belle. Of course she was happy to see Papa again and that he had a safe and successful trip. But with him came someone she hadn’t expected at all. He presented an immediate problem.

“You need to show Sir Gaston the utmost hospitality,” Maurice impressed on Belle in his study. He’d summoned her to address more than just the importance of playing host to the visiting son of Lord Legume.

“I will be courteous to him,” Belle said, “but you can’t insist that I should consider marrying him!”

“You’ve no reason not to give him a chance,” Maurice said, and he wasn’t inclined to debate it further.

“Except that I am not interested in marriage.”

“Belle, in these times, that is not a luxury you can afford. Marriage means an alliance, and Lord Legume would be able to provide us with resources and protection against the ogres. I know the threat may seem a ways off, but it’s closer than you think.”

“Only because you won’t let me help with any plans to repel them.” Belle started pacing. Being constantly underestimated due to her age and gender was an old and tiresome ordeal. It alone would’ve justified her agitation, as would’ve the notion that she might be paired off with a man against her wishes. Maybe she could like Gaston if she knew him. That was beside the point, though. There was more. Specifically, the presence of both her father and the visitor would thwart any ventures to the woods for a visit of her own. Disappointment was a cold gruel in her stomach, and the feeling of imagined shackles pulled her weight down, try as she might to ignore them and hold herself upright.

“It’s not a burden I would have you bear.” Maurice’s solemnity couldn’t escape the ghost of condescension. He meant well, or so Belle told herself.

“If I’m to suffer the consequences of the ogres’ threat, I might as well be part of the solution.”

“And you will be if you marry Gaston, or find another way to persuade him and his father to help us.”

The bile in her throat burned upon swallowing. The sensation came from an unwanted acknowledgement: if the choice was to sacrifice herself for her people, Bele would marry someone she didn’t want to. But, oh, if only it didn’t have to come to that!

Maybe Rumplestiltskin could help her sort this out. Despite the carved pumpkins and the uncanny gloom of his glen, she felt safe beside his hearth while listening to stories he shared about his life. Even when he was theatrical and intentionally unsettling, she was too engrossed to fear him. Afterward he always asked for a little more about herself, like what books she was reading. She didn’t have many exciting tales about her life, so she turned to the stories or knowledge her beloved books offered. If there was a tale that Rumplestiltskin had lived through, he gladly contributed his own version of events, always to Belle’s incredulity or amusement. Baelfire, as Rumple called the will o’wisp, rested in a glass lantern that magnified his light, which filled the room most pleasantly. The glow would flicker, dim or beam depending on his mood in response to Rumple and Belle’s conversations.

Belle found herself missing that little room, that little house and its strange residents. She’d known them after only a week of woodland visits every other day. The guards suspected that she was meeting someone, but each time they tried to follow her, the magic protecting the glen threw them off the trail. Since she always came back unchanged, they warily forgave themselves of incompetence and agreed not to tell Maurice unless they thought Belle in clear danger. Only a week of this game, but it felt like longer, and yet not long enough thanks to Sir Gaston’s interference.

With Gaston close at her heels, her power to slip out was greatly diminished. Her mind turned over every idea, each increasingly dicier, until she decided that the only reasonable option was to sneak off in the dead of night. The last thing she wanted was to alert either her father or her suitor to her new friends. For now, in the light of day, she played the obliging lady.

“All right, Papa,” she told Maurice. “I’ll give Gaston a chance.”

“Good girl.” His smile was satisfied and unsurprised.

The more she thought about it, the more sense it made. The best way to divert suspicion was to engage Gaston in friendly (but not overly friendly) conversation and give the appearance of someone who was giving his suit some consideration. He was enjoying a stroll through the castle gardens when she found him. Any chance that she had disturbed his privacy, possibly freeing her from the duty of amicable hostess, evaporated when he greeted her like a lighthouse, welcoming and alight with a flash of pearly teeth and scintillating eyes. He was handsome, Belle granted. Fit, too, thanks to his passion for hunting. He also managed to be genteel, even gallant, when they walked together and he offered his arm, then accepted her polite refusal. He even said, “I like a woman who knows how to stand on her own two feet.”

“Do women often like to take your arm?” Belle asked.

“Some do, and not always to innocent ends.” Gaston blended amusement with humility, which added a little charm to his demeanor.

“I’ve heard you’re quite popular among women in your native town.”

“I’m sure some accounts have been exaggerated,” he said, composure unwavering. “I have entertained suitors, as have you, for that is our lot as people of distinguished birth. And, if I may be a little conceited on my part, blessed with a fair appearance. But that is hardly our fault, no?”

Belle allowed a genuine smile and shrugged. “I suppose you’re right.”

“But I’m searching for something more,” Gaston continued. “A woman of substance. A woman of inner strength and sharp intelligence.”

“I hope you may find one who suits you,” she replied with a cheeky curve to her smile. “I think intelligent women are not difficult to find if you know how to look for them.”

“I hope you’re right,” Gaston said, “but my greatest hope is that I won’t have to look for much longer.”

She could see his appeal. Maybe if their circumstances weren’t so pressing, she could let herself come to like him more naturally. He might have depths she had yet to see. She credited him with wanting a partner who knew her own mind rather than defer to his will out of wifely submission. Yet some part of her, even if it was a small portion, held back from letting her heart be won by these attractive traits. For some reason, as they came inside and a servant approached them to announce that dinner was ready, Belle had an urge to speak to Rumplestiltskin about Gaston. In their conversations, Rumple had half-accidentally recounted his experiences in the first Ogres War, which happened over a hundred years ago. Far from alarmed, Belle considered his advanced age a fount of experiential insight. He might better know what a man like Gaston really thought and felt when he made these pleasing comments to her.

Congenial as Gaston was, she highly doubted that he would approve of her late-night venture. She did not fear losing his good opinion--not greatly--when she kept herself awake deep into the night, then dressed for the outdoors, snuck through the servants’ passages all the way down to the stables, and saddled Philippe. Her horse nickered a little in surprised excitement; thank goodness he was an obedient friend most of the time, hushing his sounds at Belle’s command. Soon they were at the gate surrounding the estate. Belle pulled out a small bag as she approached the guards on duty. She’d chosen this night and this hour with the knowledge that Jean and Robert would be there. Inside she had smuggled out tarts, still fresh from tonight’s dessert, and handed them to the guards. Robert gave her a conspiring grin. Jean looked more ashamed to take the bribe, and a paltry one at that.

“This is very foolish, even for you, milady,” he said.

“If anything should happen to me, I have this.” Belle pulled back her cloak to show him a round vial fastened to a belt. The purple substance within was neither quite a liquid nor a gas. Glittery bits permeated it. “I was given this in the event I meet trouble on the road. I only have to break it, and the magic will bring me to safety.”

“This is from your friend?” Jean asked, his words heavy with doubt.

“Yes.” Belle touched his arm. “I trust him. So trust me.”

“This cannot go on, milady.” The guard remembered to add the title out of respect, but the tremble in her voice remained, as though she were a friend rather than a noblewoman he’d sworn to protect.

Belle, for all her assurances, bit her lip with some chagrin. Taking a breath, letting her chest balloon, she smiled and said, “I’ll be back before sunrise. Watch for me.”

Jean nodded slowly and said no more.

Tonight a great deal of luck was on Belle’s side. She made it beyond the wall and to the forest road without being waylaid by anyone. This was her first time going out at night, devoid of an escort, so she was prepared to listen for a patrol and bolt into the trees if necessary. Her way was clear up to the moment a friendly orb of light flew out before her.

“How do you do that?” she asked with a laugh and a headshake. “You always know where to find me.”

A special talent of the will o’wisp, she reasoned, for Baelfire could not communicate with her the way he could with Rumplestiltskin. What an odd relationship they had, the warlock and the wisp. Bae loved flying outdoors when he brought Belle to and from the cottage, but inside he was content to nestle in his lantern near Rumple’s spinning wheel. Belle had read up on warlocks and witches, and though Rumple was singular even among magic-users for his appearance, having Baelfire as a familiar would fit his vocation. Usually, witches and warlocks chose animal companions; spirits they could summon for help with their magic, but the shades returned to where they’d come from once their task was complete. What role did a wisp serve a warlock other than to spare him the expense of candles?

Maybe Bae, as a wisp, had first been summoned to provide Rumple with companionship. Not through his own presence, but by bringing people from the road to his glen. Yet from their conversations, Belle had gathered that neither Rumple nor Bae had enjoyed a visitor in a long time. Maybe their early attempts failed and resulted in people fleeing or threatening to expose Rumple’s refuge.

So why did Baelfire try again with her?

Perhaps for the same reason she had risked her father’s discovery and chastisement when she first arranged her outings to the forest, and why she now risked even more condemnation by going to visit Rumplestiltskin alone in the dead of night. Anyone would chafe from isolation and stagnation after a while, even in light of the dangers waiting outside the door.

As soon as the trees opened to the clearing, Belle hopped down from Philippe and, letting Bae’s glow guide her steps, walked briskly to the cottage. Only the faintest hint of firelight from the hearth flickered behind the curtains.

“Rumplestiltskin?” He might’ve been asleep. It made sense since this was an impromptu visit at a late hour. The witching hour. But didn’t warlocks do their best work then?

What made no sense at all was the bubbling anxiety in her throat that he wasn’t home at all. Baelfire would’ve alerted her to that fact. He flew right to the house as usual rather than lead her to a waiting spot where they could wile the time until Rumplestiltskin returned. But that wasn’t what Belle feared. She reflected on this acidic agitation in her throat and stomach and found the answer. Even after a week, her childlike side worried that Rumple and Bae would suddenly be gone like mist, and no one except her would be wiser. Or these visits could be a vivid dream or illusion she would wake from at any moment.

She called Rumple’s name again. In past instances where he didn’t immediately appear to greet her, a single utterance of his name from her lips invoked his presence as though she were the witch and he the spirit to aid her. Even if he didn’t pop in right away, his voice answered with a terse demand to hold the team of horses she must have ridden in on if she was in such a hurry. No such answer came now.

The carved pumpkins smiled or grimaced with candlelight. They gave her feet some idea of where to go when Bae left her behind to busily peer into each window, regardless of the drawn curtains. Belle reached the door after one minor stumble. She knocked and got as far as a third “Rump--” before the door groaned open.

He stood in the poorly lit doorway like a creature that had crawled from the earth, bedraggled and smeared and wrung with exhaustion for his efforts. Scaly as he was, Belle had had no trouble seeing the human shape it covered before tonight. Now, his eyes looked too large for his face, his teeth seemed eager to poke past his gaping lips, and his fingernails looked longer than ever. Was the nighttime darkness or the shadows in the house warping his appearance? Or did his body lose some humanity in the lonely, sunless hours?

“Belle?” A rough whisper, crackly, yet more human than the rest of him. As if by her name, some of his usual manner seeped back into his figure. He stood a little straighter, and his expression balanced weariness and confusion with some wonder and delight. “What are you doing out so late?”

“I did tell you that my father was returning yesterday,” Belle said. “He brought a suitor for me with him. That’s why I didn’t dare visit you earlier today. I’m sorry to keep you waiting.”

Rumplestiltskin waved off her apology. “You shouldn’t bother with me. Not when you have a suitor waiting for you at home.” He was smiling, but the smile had a bitter flavor he was trying to hide.

Belle moved closer to the door. “He’s actually what I want to talk to you about. May I come in?”

“Of course. As always.”

Warmth fizzled in her skin and her gut at those words. Belle relaxed and smiled, all the more when Baelfire flew in behind her and resumed his special spot in the lantern. The fire in the hearth was barely a pile of embers; Bae’s light returned some of the familiar atmosphere (and her sight of the room) she was coming to know well in the daytime. Rumple didn’t need to direct her to her chosen chair anymore. They both settled into a pair of cushioned rocking chairs in no time. The rocker Rumple favored was his second favorite seat after the stool of the spinning wheel in the corner. Wrapped in a long robe, he leaned on his thighs and peered at Belle with a mounting question.

“What did you wish to discuss regarding your suitor?” That wasn’t the question, but it was the easiest way to start.

Belle guessed what he really wanted to know. In truth, she was still debating the answer, so they both would have to wait. Instead, she explained her first and subsequent conversations with Sir Gaston, her impressions and speculations. It was nice to talk and not wonder if Rumple was secretly deriding her as a silly girl. Maybe he did think that, but he never betrayed the thought on his face while she vented her feelings. He was forward in his seat, crouched with focus, still as a statue except when he felt like scratching his chin. Mostly his hands remained clasped on his knees.

“Maybe I’m being too severe on him,” she finished, “but I’m not wrong, am I, for being reserved in giving him my good opinion?”

“Well, if you’re looking for some encouraging advice about seeing the best in people,” Rumple twittered, “you’ve come to the last place to find it.”

Belle smiled. “I came to you because . . . well, I do have a good opinion of you.”

The warlock snorted. “Can’t imagine why.”

For some reason, Belle looked at Bae. The glowing ball rested low in his lantern, hovering almost sleepily, yet he buoyed a little when she looked at him.

“May I ask you something that might be personal?” she said to Rumple.

“You may ask, though I may opt not to answer.”

She sighed. “Fair enough. But it would mean a great deal to me. I promise to keep anything you tell me in confidence.”

Rumplestiltskin slowly pushed himself so his spine rested against the back of the chair. “Very well.”

It was hard not to duck her gaze for a few seconds. She’d thoroughly enjoyed his stories about making deals with wicked queens, combatting jealous witches, outwitting powerful fairies, and secretly helping children and parents find each other. He didn’t always act kindly or with the most noble intentions, but he had something soft and true within him. Even as he sat rigidly, his gaze had lost any distrustful frost from their first encounter. He was ready to listen.

Belle inhaled. Then she stood, pulled her chair closer to Rumple’s, and sat back down. Her knees could now touch his. With a flinch, Rumple rocked back in his seat. Otherwise he did not push or pull back.

“Who is Baelfire?” she asked in as soft a voice as she could while still being audible to him.

Rumplestiltskin swallowed. His head began to turn toward the table behind him, only to stop, fully face Belle, and lean so he too could whisper. “It’s . . . it’s not a happy tale, I’m afraid.”

Her hand found his. Some patches of scales were rough, particularly around his knuckles. The rest felt like snake skin. Without her complete awareness, her thumb brushed on the silky patch above the base of his thumb. His breath shortened before finding a steady rhythm for Belle to listen to when he didn’t quite have the courage to speak. But speak he did, eventually. Minutes filled the bucket of time. She didn’t tire. The tale began so very long ago, when Rumple was just an ordinary man. He lost the love of his wife when, after hearing a prophecy about losing his son, he sacrificed a chance for honor to go home and be with his newborn child. He wore the coward’s brand for the rest of his non-magical days, up until his son was dragged into the same war that saw the prediction of his loss. He sought any means to save his boy, which of course led him down a dangerous path. He’d found magic, dark magic, strong enough for him to stop the war. But the price was already paid. He found his boy’s broken, bleeding body among other children soldiers. He’d come so far, let his body and mind be tainted with corruption, only to watch his precious boy die. No, he couldn’t let it happen. He begged his boy to let him make it right, for such magic had to be accepted to work. Finally his child--poor, scared, innocent, ignorant--agreed when his father promised that he’d turn this act toward good.

For a while, he did. Children who lost their way in the woods were somehow discovered by a ball of sunny light that would lead them back home. But it was still rooted in dark magic, and dear Baelfire felt the weight. His light started to fade, and he took to wandering himself. It was getting harder and harder to ground him in this plane when his soul longed to move on. But he couldn’t move on; the magic held him too tightly. And maybe it was Rumple himself who was binding him here. So he and his son retreated into the wilderness, hid away, and Rumple gave Bae lanterns in which to fool around and rest. Each year, on Bae’s birthday, Rumple would carve a new pumpkin. Magic kept them fresh for many years, but in time he had started disposing of them to make room for new ones. He had lost count of the exact years, as had Bae. Perhaps time didn’t really exist for them. Rumple’s dark magic slowed his aging considerably; as a spirit, Bae had no aging body at all. So here they were, except now Bae had got it into his disembodied noggin to invite Belle into their secret world. Why, Rumple still didn’t know. The lad was probably bored after so long.

“But you will someday leave for good,” Rumple said, trying to add a lightness to grave reality. “As you must, of course. Whether because of marriage or old age or what have you, this cannot last forever.”

“But you two can’t stay here forever, either.” Belle did her best to be gentle.

Briefly, Rumplestiltskin went taut, as though primed to release an arrow at her. When he instead relaxed, she slipped her fingers between his.

“You’re right,” he muttered. “But . . . what else . . .”

His throat clenched shut. He shivered. Belle’s single-minded hand gave up his fingers for his cheek. What bumps and edges it had left no impression on her caring fingertips. She was too enthralled by his widening eyes. They couldn’t seem to comprehend what they saw. Flicking back and forth, they asked more questions that neither the warlock nor the noblewoman felt brave enough to answer. That didn’t mean Belle would run away from the awkward uncertainty and longing. Her hand remained. So did her gaze, mellowing to a soft stare. He gradually mirrored her. Even his hand started to rise from his lip to her chin, or her cheek. She never knew which.

A thunderous kick and a terrible bang of wood smacking wood snapped Belle and Rumple out of their moment. They turned to the doorway. Belle gasped and jumped up. Gaston, armed with a bow and arrow in his hands while a sword hung from his belt, was fixed on them with murderous hunger.

“Belle,” he barked, “come here.”

“Wh-what?” Belle did move, but only sideways to block any shot he might take of Rumple. “What are you doing, Gaston?”

“Saving you, of course.”

“From what?”

“From this creature! The one Maurice told me about.”

Belle felt sure she’d been dunked in ice water. Her head snapped around to Rumple. “I didn’t! I didn’t tell my father about you!”

“You needn’t fear him now, Belle,” Gaston announced, almost shouting. “A few of the guards warned Maurice of your disappearances when he was away. He brought me here prepared to deal with the likes of this beast. His magic may be strong, but a little fairy dust does wonders to finding his ilk.”

Knowing what she did of Rumple’s feelings when fairies were involved, she didn’t need to see or hear his grinding teeth. She could guess he was wearing them down.

“There is no need to worry! He’s my friend, Gaston. He’s never hurt me, I promise you.”

“Of course you would say that. You’re under an enchantment. Belle, I’m here to protect you. Now come here.”

“This is nonsense!”

“Now, Belle!”

Gaston tossed aside all illusions. He was shouting and glowering at them like a hunter demanding his quarry. The only safe way out of this was to agree to go.

Maybe Belle really was a foolish girl. Maybe there’s no helping foolishness when someone has a weapon drawn on her friends.

“I will return home soon,” she said amid shaking knees and a dry throat. “But you must promise not to hurt them. Promise me, Gaston, and I will go with you.”

“Them?” Gaston dared to glance around. “Are there more of his kind with him?”

Belle stilled her tongue. He didn’t see or consider Baelfire a sentient entity. She gave herself a minute--maybe too long going by Gaston’s urgent look--before improvising a reply. “Sometimes. No one here deserves harm to come to them. Leave this house in peace, and I will go back to the castle without a fight.”

Gaston looked close to a haughty laugh. In that moment, she could see herself through his eyes: a silly child who needed him to think rationally for her. Maybe Belle wasn’t always rational, but she knew her mind and heart. Her body shook. She felt heat in her face and a chill in her fingers.

“Belle,” came Rumple’s quiet voice. “It’s all right. Go home. We’ll be fine.”

Maybe Rumple would be fine. Maybe his magic was strong enough to deal with Gaston. Maybe a terrible fate was destined for the knight rather than the warlock. For a few heartbeats, Belle did feel helpless and small, a fool to ever think she could decide her own fate. But the moment passed. She raised her chin. “Very well. I’m coming.”

She walked toward Gaston, now with lowered eyes. Gaston didn’t lower his bow. His tense muscles did ease a little. “You’ve chosen well, my dear. Now, let me deal with this demon and we can go.”

“You promised not to hurt him if I came,” she said, incongruously calm.

“I didn’t, actually. And a good thing. Someone like him can’t be allowed to exist to tempt you.”

Belle was now behind Gaston, which pleased him so much he didn’t think to watch her. “I guess I was tempted. You’re right about that. Maybe I was under a bit of enchantment.”

She saw the flash of pain in Rumple’s face. A small smile dared to touch her lips. “If I stayed much longer, I might not have wanted to go home at all. But you’ve cleared that up for me, Gaston. Thank you.”

“My pleasure--” Gaston began.

Belle threw the vial from her belt onto the floor, right at Gaston’s feet. Purple clouds glittering like sand swept up around the startled, befuddled man. Belle rushed back out of the magic’s reach. Gaston’s shouts at her were suddenly sucked into silence as he was swallowed. Then the cloud evaporated. No trace of him remained.

“Where did he go?” she asked as soon as her breath was back.

“To your castle.” Rumple sounded nearly as breathless. Then, in a blink, he was before her, hands carefully taking hers. “Why? Why did you--?”

“I couldn’t let him hurt you! I couldn’t let him take me, either.” She returned his grip. “I decide where I place my heart, not him.”

Rumplestiltskin looked like a man who’d long been lost in a terrible place and had found his first sign of home. So hopeful yet bewildered.

A light appeared beside him. Both he and Belle looked at Baelfire. His little form pulsed like a rushing heartbeat.

“What’s he saying?” Belle asked.

The answer was slow in coming. If she could’ve been sure, she’d have said that a blush rose in Rumple’s cheeks. Even Bae’s light couldn’t confirm it. There was only the nervous flutter of his eyes finding her face and an endearing stutter as he said, “He wants to know if you’ll be staying for a while longer.”

Belle thought of her father. Oh, Maurice. What did she really think of him? He was trying to protect her by sending Gaston, but he didn’t know or respect her own mind. Then again, what she wanted to do might be a very big mistake in the end. She had to see it through, however. It was her life, and she’d live if with foolish hope and courage.

She wrapped her arms around Rumple’s neck. A moment later, his arms came around her, and she smiled and melted. Bae’s heat tickled her cheek. She laughed, then whispered that she’d help them as best she could. She’d help them set up a new home where none would find them without their consent. They’d find a way to give Bae his rest, and she’d find a way to help Rumple see that he wouldn’t be alone. Lonely people find a way to each other.

#rumbelle revelry #rumbelle fic #imnotawhat

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Rules: 1) Post the rules. 2) Answer the questions given to you by your tagger 3) Write 11 questions of your own, and 4) Tag 11 people!

1. Disney, Pixar, or Dreamworks, and favorite movie by them?

Why must I choose!?!?! I’d have to say Disney though, and off the top of my head, I really like Tangled.

2. How late do you usually stay up?

Too late.

3. If you could play an instrument, what would it be?

Well, I used to play both piano and flute when I was younger, and considering flutes suck you can’t sing while playing the flute, I would probably want to start playing piano again. But if I had to learn a new instrument, probably guitar.

4. Which superhero would you want to team up with?

Spiderman! or Wonder Woman (idc if that’s unoriginal, i like them!)

5. Who are three people you look up to?

My mother, my Econ. teacher, and Queen Elizabeth I

6. If you could witness any historical event, what would it be?

Not an event, but seeing the hanging gardens of Babylon would be cool (if you don’t know what those are, you should look them up!). It might also be cool to see the interior of the Titanic before it sunk. Idk, i didn’t really answer the question, but oh well...

7. What’s an annoying habit you have?

Procrastinating (like i’m doing right now)

8. What’s an inside joke you and your friends have?

Idk, we have a lot of weird inside jokes, not limited to “just being kidding,” “taquito,” and “substitute sexy time journal.”

9. Christmas or Halloween? Why? (If you don’t celebrate either of these, then favorite holiday/celebration and why)

I love Christmas for various reasons, including time off of school, presents, christmas trees, christmas lights (some people get pretty creative with them), and some Christmas songs. Also the general Christmas spirit.

I like Halloween too though, but I didn’t really do anything for it this year, because of homework. I also love caramel apples, roasted pumpkin seeds (which my mom used to make after my sister and I carved jack-o’-lanterns), and costume parties!

10. Something you’ve always wanted to do?

Skydive (cliche, I know), travel around the world, work at Disneyland, and be a summer camp counselor. Not necessarily in that order.

11. Do you have an OCs? If so, tell us a bit about them.

Nope, sorry.

Now time for some random questions from me!

1. If you could have a superpower, what would it be?

2. Would you ever want to be immortal? Why or why not?

3. What is/was your least favorite school subject?

4. If you could only eat/drink one thing for the rest of your life (and not die from malnutrition), what would it be?

5. Are you right or left-handed?

6. What is your second favorite color?

7. What is the stupidest thing anyone has ever said to you?

8. Do you floss regularly?

9. What color(s) are your bedroom walls?

10. What is your favorite planet in the solar system?

11. What is the strangest thing you ever said/did as a child?

I’m tagging @unicornisheartless, @maixlen, @tyredofthis, @meganebent, @liberty-is-bae, @overtintrovert, @capella-beta (because why not?), @aelzn, @graciegimi, @that-outlandish-hobo, and @wakaba-chan.