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@nerdcafeolatra School buses suck but you can overhear some good secrets ;)
Ahh school bus was the first thing to come to my mind w this, I actually quite like it :D
#hilda the series#hilda netflix#nerdcafeolatra#art#marra#kelly#marra (hilda)#traditional#drawing#the marra#kelly (marra)#kelly (hilda)#request#requests
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Hello, Atri and Writer! I was wondering if you could answer a question of mine? What do faeries think of the scientific discoveries humans make? Is it something you already knew? Is it something relevant? Or do you think we are fooling ourselves to think we are close to understanding the world? I really appreciate the time taken to answer this answer, and I wish you both a good day
The Fae Speak:
He says this depends on what kinds of scientific discoveries you are referring to. Do you mean discovering things that already exist out in Nature, or are you referring to things humans create as in a created discovery of humans’?
He says if it is something that is out in Nature and has to do with the natural universe, etc, then yes, they already know. If it is a human made discovery, they tend to not like that so much depending on what exactly is involved. The further away from something being natural, the more they don’t tend to like it. For example: the wheel - sure great, the atom bomb - not so much.
He also states that humans have not even begun to scratch the surface of what is on this one single planet of Earth, and how things truly are right in front of them. Human arrogance is their biggest ignorance.
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What’s your job? :) ~the-hilda-Librarian-wife
Now is the time to remind everyone here I’m one of the older folks in the Fandom, I have a bachelors degree as well. I drive around doing house call warranty computer repairs, mainly on Dell machines.
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Hey! I was wondering if there’s a limit of chapters we can divide the fic in?
Hey!
Honestly I can’t see why there would be?
I mean, when you post to tumblr (so we can reblog, link etc.) it would be cool if it was like a masterpost. Depending on the length of the story, you can either post the entire story in that tumblr post, or it can be a masterpost linking to all the chapters on tumblr, or you can link to AO3 or … basically however you want to do it! I’m just saying it would be nice if people can access the whole story somehow.
BUT that aside you can divide it into as many chapters as you like. How you format the story is up to you :)
Hope that makes sense! (please let me know if it doesn’t)
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nerdcafeolatra reblogged your post and added:
Honestly, I think we should have a drinking game...
I think the annoying bit (OK, one of the annoying bits) here was that it mostly made them hypocrites in hindsight. If this pot point had been planned from earlier on, it could have been shown how they struggle with this secret, and how they’ve changed since then. (Maybe a conversation that hinted at this when they were afraid Zelena would steal their baby. That would have been interesting) And yes, I’m aware that short of time travel, there’s no way to put in the foreshadowing for this, but it’s still grating.
Then there’s also the fact that this is a whole different order of magnitude compared to their usual screw-ups. And I usually love their screw-ups. The fact that both Snow and David aren’t “good” by default, but rather through active struggle on their part, has always been one of the main reasons I liked them. I have the feeling that this was meant to be seen in a similar light, but it just... didn’t work. What they did was just too much with too little warning for the viewer. (For me, at least, and I don’t seem to be alone in this)
As for the singing crabs--if you find any, give me a shout. I know where to get a boat *g*
{Quick request to anyone reading: I’m watching OUaT for the first time, and I want to avoid spoilers. So, if you want to discuss something spoilery, I’d be grateful if you could start a new post for that. Thank you!}
#reblog conversation#nerdcafeolatra#sieben talks#ouat chatter7#snowing critical#snow white critical#charming critical
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Hey! Could you add my name to the March list? My birthday is on the fourteenth! Thank you
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Dark Heart prompts: 187: “ Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you? ” or 59: “ You own my heart. ”
Already done 187, so here goes:
[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9] [Part 10] [Part 11] [Part 12] [Part 13] [Part 14] [Part 15] [Part 16] [Part 17] [Part 18] [Part 19] [Part 20] [Part 21] [Part 22] [Part 23] [Part 24] [Part 25] [Part 26]
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Thirteen months earlier
There was an unfamiliar sound, a strange grumbling, which pulled Belle out of sleep. She was groggy, her eyes wanting to close, her body aching with pain and tiredness. The grumbling grew louder, more fretful, became a cry, and her eyes flicked open. The flat, disinfectant smell of the hospital hit her, and the events of the past day and night poured into her head. Pushing herself up on shaking arms, she reached across to the bassinet beside her bed where her son lay. Her son. She opened the front of her gown and picked him up, all six pounds and two ounces, tiny arms waving. He stopped crying as soon as she put him to her breast, his mouth finding a nipple, and Belle lay back against the pillows with a sigh as he suckled.
Gideon Alexander French had come five days early, born at one-fifteen on the morning of April 30th. Belle had found labour hard, especially as she had been alone except for the hospital staff. She had been asked if she wanted to contact the father, and the question had made her cry, but she had still given Gold’s name to the staff, if not his number.
Emma had intended to be there for her, but she, Neal and Henry had gone away for the weekend and weren’t due back until later that day. Belle hadn’t even had the energy to text and let her know that Gideon had arrived early. She reached for her phone, noting that it was just after eight in the morning. Gold’s number was still in there, but she scrolled past it, chewing her lip nervously as she found her father’s. He should be told he had a grandson, even if they had had no contact since he told her to end the pregnancy.
She doubted that he would be awake, but decided he bloody well ought to be, and so she pressed the button to call him, gazing down at Gideon as she listened to the dial tone. Gideon’s eyes were still closed, his face pink and his hands curled into tiny fists, waving back and forth as he sucked at her. She was fascinated by his fingers and their tiny nails, the small, slightly pointed ears he had gotten from his father, and the silky-soft hair on his head. The moment he had been placed on her chest she had felt a burst of love go through her, stronger even than that she had felt when she first knew she was carrying him. She could have watched him for hours.
The dial tone cut off with a click, and Belle turned her attention back to her phone. A low growl reached her, followed by a sigh.
“Who’s there?” asked Moe grumpily, and Belle licked her lips.
“Dad,” she said. “It’s me.”
He huffed, a groaning rush of air from the depths of his lungs.
“What the hell are you calling for at this time of the morning?” he demanded.
“The shop should be opening in less than an hour,” she reminded him.
“Are you still working here? Must have slipped my mind…”
Belle sighed, rolling her eyes.
“Dad - I didn’t call to talk about the shop,” she said tiredly.
She glanced down at Gideon. He coughed up a little milk, and she reached for a cloth to wipe his mouth before turning him around so that he could latch onto her other nipple.
“What do you want?” asked Moe gruffly. “Haven’t heard from you in months, so what’s the emergency?”
Belle felt like reaching down the phone and strangling him.
“Well, considering our last conversation, take a wild guess!” she snapped. “You have a grandson!”
There was a moment of silence, but for his heavy breathing, and she closed her eyes, waiting for him to speak.
“So,” he said. “So. You had the kid, then?”
“Yeah,” she said, smiling down at Gideon. “Six pounds two. His name is Gideon.”
There was another moment of silence.
“You named him?” said Moe flatly, and Belle frowned.
“Why the hell wouldn’t I?”
“So you’re not getting him adopted, or anything?”
Belle felt pain lance through her chest, and she clutched Gideon a little tighter, making him grumble as he fed.
“I told you!” she said sharply. “I’m keeping him!”
“Then you’re an idiot!” he snapped. “You can kiss your life goodbye, because you’ll be spending the next five years looking after Gold’s bastard!”
“I’ll be caring for my son!” she said. “That’s the biggest concern I have right now! I can think about my own future later!”
“You won’t have a bloody future!” he snarled. “All those years studying, and for what? So you could get knocked up?”
Belle squeezed her eyes shut.
“I - I just thought you should know,” she said thickly.
“And Gold?” he demanded. “Does he know?”
“No!” she snapped. “I don’t need him! I don’t need anyone!”
“Then I guess you don’t need me,” he said, and there was a click as he hung up.
Belle felt tears prick her eyes, and she dropped the phone, looking down at Gideon as he fed. He was making tiny contented noises as he suckled, and she stroked a gentle hand over his head, feeling the soft downy hair that covered his scalp and feeling a fierce, protective love burst through her.
“My Gideon,” she whispered. “You’re all I need, my sweet Gideon. You own my heart.”
She bent to kiss his head, lips pressing against delicate skin, and then kissed one of his tiny fists. There would be no help from her own father, and she had long abandoned the idea of telling Gold of her situation. It seemed that she would have to raise her son alone.
Gold was spending the last day of the month as he always did: going through his ledgers and working out who he would need to chase up if they didn’t turn up with their payment. Most of his tenants paid ahead of time, but there were always a few stragglers he would need to go looking for the following day. There were also pawned items nearing the time for repayment of the money he had loaned against them, and he ran a finger down the list of names and figures in his ledger, making a mental note of who he needed to see, and plotting the best route around town in his head, in case he had to chase anyone up.
The bell above the shop’s door tinkled, and he glanced up, eyes narrowing as he recognised his visitor. Moe French shuffled up to the counter, scowling, and Gold straightened up a little, closing the ledger with a snap and nodding to him.
“Mr French,” he said coldly. “Here to beg me for yet another extension?”
Moe’s lip curled, and he reached inside his jacket, tugging out a roll of dog-eared bills and dropping it on the counter.
“It’s all there,” he said gruffly.
Gold held his gaze for a moment, then reached out, folding his fingers around the roll of money and pulling it towards himself. He eased off the rubber band with a flick of his fingers, and began counting out the money while Moe waited, radiating malevolence. Gold counted it twice, just to annoy him, and looked up.
“Your next month’s rent is paid a day ahead of schedule,” he said lightly. “That’s two months in a row. May I ask what has prompted this sudden increase in financial responsibility?”
Moe’s scowl deepened.
“I’m not giving you the satisfaction of throwing me out on my arse,” he said. “Are you gonna mark me down as paid, or what?”
Gold showed his teeth, and reached for his rent ledger, opening it up with a thump of the leather-bound cover against the countertop. He carefully turned the pages of the ledger until he found Moe’s name, and marked off the month due, the date, and the amount paid.
“I spoke to Belle today,” said Moe, and Gold’s pen froze in place as a shard of ice pierced his heart.
“I have no idea why you would think I’d be interested,” he said dismissively.
“Yeah, she’s doing really well,” said Moe snidely. “Studying hard, working when she’s not at college, and things are going great with her boyfriend. They’re talking about moving in together. I’m just waiting for the engagement announcement.”
The shard of ice became an open hand, closing around his thumping hard and squeezing the life from it, and Gold put down his pen, resting his hands on the pages of the ledger so that they would stop shaking. The paper felt dry and dusty beneath his fingers: as ancient as some of the antiques he had on display. An old relic: discarded, unwanted.
“It’s like she’s forgotten you even exist,” added Moe, and Gold looked up, ensuring that his face was as blank and unemotional as he could make it.
“Well,” he said quietly. “It seems as though we all got what we wanted, doesn’t it?”
The smirk fell from Moe’s face, and Gold raised an eyebrow.
“Was there anything else?”
Moe scowled again, his lip curling, and turned to stomp off without a word.
“Same time next month, Mr French,” called Gold, and waited until he had barged out of the door, the bell above jingling.
Gold closed his ledger very carefully, straightening its position on the counter before making his way slowly through to the back room. His legs felt heavy, the ever-present pain in his ankle stabbing at him, and he leaned on his cane, letting his shoulders hunch and his head drop.
“Oh, Belle!” he whispered.
He stood there for a long time, remembering the scent of her hair, and the feel of her skin, and the sound of her laughter. The way her eyes had sparkled, her intelligence, her compassion. The way she felt in his arms. The sweet, wet heat of her and the fire in her kiss. It was good that she was happy. It was good that she was loved.
#fic: dark heart#rumbelle fic#my fic#rumbelle angst#moe french being an utter butt-munch#so what else is new?#nerdcafeolatra
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How's my favorite librarian doing? Can I ask you something? What is YOUR favorite Dark Castle smut fic? I've probably already read all of them because I love them so much, but I just wanted to know your opinion!
Hey :)
I guess my current favourite would belong to @mariequitecontrarie and it’s Soapy Water. It’s adorable and smutty and .... I’m not going to continue commenting on the smut bUT IT’S MY FAVOURITE AND THAT’S ALL YOU ASKED SO AHEM
Oh, and I’m doing pretty well thanks! How are you?
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Chapter 2 writer: @nerdcafeolatra
PROMPT: DRESS
AO3: HERE
"Oh" Belle said, taken aback, not knowing for sure what to say. Somehow, the Dark One had lost his magic. It was weird. As if the sky wasn't blue anymore. But not exactly in a bad way.
She should have imagined, though. His wandering in the corridors, the lack of that weightness in the air when he was in the room, a tell tale sign of his magic. It all fit together.
"How long will it last?" She asked, getting up from her hiding spot to stand in front of him.
"I don't... I don't know." He sighted and she was sure she had caught a glimpse of tears on his eyes before he dropped on his knees, sobbing desperately into his hands.
"How will I find him?" She heard his muffled voice through the tears. For a moment, Belle didn't know what to do. How do you soothe a crying Dark One?
She also dropped to the floor, alas gentler than he had. A bit reluctantly, she gathered him in her arms. "I NEED TO FIND HIM" he cried into her chest. Belle had no idea who He was, but it did sound like he was important.
Belle made cooing noises and ran her hands into his hair. "We'll get your magic back. I promise." He looked up from his hands and into her eyes, and for a moment it looked like he was going to yell at her. But finding nothing other than concern in her eyes, his features relaxed, and for a second, he believed that as long as she helped him, he'd make it.
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"Dearie, what are you doing?" He asked as Belle searched his tower for magic books.
"Well, there are barely any magic books in my library so I thought we'd start here." She answered matter of factly without even bothering to stop her search for books.
"Start what?" Rumpletiltskin was beginning to feel like he was missing something. After he had stopped crying, extremely aware that he had collapsed in front of his maid, she had straightened him, fire in her eyes, and took him by his hand, to where he now knew was his laboratory, when all he had been expecting was for her to flee, turn her back and leave the castle unafraid that he'd even have the means to search for her.
And yet there she was, the strange girl. Still in the castle, still trying to help.
Or so that's what he thought she was doing.
"Your training!" She said merrily and now he was sure he was missing something.
“Training?’ he asked, looking for clarification. Surely she didn´t mean what he thought she meant.
“Well, of course. You told me most wizards had to spend some time in apprenticeship to learn how to control their powers. I assume that if you train a bit, you´ll get the hang of it again soon.”
“get the hang of it?’ Rumplestiltskin repeated in a dangerous whisper, barely believing his ears. “I didn´t ‘lose the hang of it’! My magic has been neutralized! I can´t just train and expect it to get better! And what do you know about magic to be able to help me, may I ask?” he had began shouting in a way that would have any inhabitant of the Enchanted forest shiver, but Belle just listened to him with her hands on her hips, her mouth pursed in a ‘have you finished?’ question.
“look.” She began after a long sight. “you´re right. I do´t know anything about magic. But I´m trying to help you whatever way I can! Maybe it won´t work, but do you have any better idea?”
He did not have any other idea at all.
Belle had suggested they begin with some simple potion, but Rumplestiltskin had refused to, quite traumatized by the last time he had tried to brew something, so they had settled with some spell jars, which sounded easy enough for Belle´s inexperienced ears, and at least that rumple had nothing against (he did, however state that something that basic was ridiculous).
Belle grabbed a book on spell jars and asked her master to get the most common ingredients. “where are we going?” he asked her, still a little skeptical about what he was getting himself into.
“To the gardens” she answered as she walked out of the door. “You are looking pale. You could use some fresh air!” Belle screamed as she hopped down the stairs.
Rumplestiltskin sighted to himself and grabbed a basket, filling it with two small, empty glass jars and bigger jars filled with herbs, as well as tiny crystals of different types and other common ingredients, such as salt and oils. Would she ever cease to amaze him?
He took hold of his old walking stick, which he had left by the door upon entering and braced himself for the journey down all those flights of stairs.
When he arrived on the gardens, belle had already layed out a towel under a big Oak three and was reading the book with so much focus one would think her life depended on it. They both sat down and an hour went by in peaceful silence, Belle clumsily putting black pepper, cloves, ginger and a few pieces of hematite to hers, following the book´s instructions, while rumple skillfully added rose petals, lavender oil, rosemary and a chip of Rose Quartz to his.
Belle reached for her hair and let it down, pulling the golden ribbon that was holding it up and wrapping it around her jar. “here” she said, holding it out for him to take it. “it´s a protection jar. To help you while you don´t have your magic back.”
Rumplestiltskin took the jar in his hands, overwhelmed by even the simple gesture. Belle wasn´t exactly the sorcerer of the century, but the core of magic was at intent, and if she really wanted the little vial to keep him safe, than he truly believed it would. He cradled it in his hands on his lap like it was a precious treasure and glanced at the jar he had been preparing.
“I´d give you mine” he said, not looking at her and blushing a bit “But it´s for beauty. You don´t need it.”
Belle's mouth opened slightly and the corners of her mouth lifted in a pleased smile, just as Rumpletiltskin began to process what he had just said. I did not just compliment her! He snarled at himself and tried poofing away like he would do to hide from her, but was disappointed to remember his current magiclesness.
Belle must have noticed his discomfort, for she was quick to change subject. "We haven't had breakfast yet, have we?" She prompted while getting to her feet.
"Here" She handed him his walking stick, which had rolled to her side during their little magic arts and crafts office. He took the stick and she helped him get up.
They made the breakfast together, rumple making eggs on a nest the way he remembered Bealfire had liked it, and Belle humming a merry tune while brewing a pot of tea.
As they sat down to eat, Belle was tempted to ask who was he talking (or more precisely, crying) about in the library, but she felt like it wasn't the time. He had had enough emotion for the day.
So she engaged on friendly banter, trying to cheer him up, and although he was as sassy and snarky as ever, she knew he wasn't bothered by her or her conversation. It usually seemed to calm him, even though he would never admit it, and today was no exception.
"I was thinking we try a bit of sigil magic this afternoon." She suggested and he sighted dramatically.
"But sigils are so ridiculously simple! It'd be too easy!" Rumpletiltskin protested.
Belle's eyebrows shot up. "Oh is that so? In that case would you mind conjuring a fire ball for me, oh mighty wizard?"
He grunted and off to make sigils they went.
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"Rumple, I don't think that's right..." Belle looked amused at the sight of the parchment her master was using to make his sigils.
"What wouldn't be right about it? It's a simple enough process, dearie. Write your intent, take the vowels away, and arrange the consonants in a symbol. It's not like I'd get it wrong!" He snapped, making grandious gestures in the air.
"Yeah, but I hardly think 'i' is a consonant!" Belle giggled and pointed to the remaining letters of his intent: Y-M-G-I-C-C-M-S-B-C-K
He grunted soundly and ignored Belle, who continued giggling at his expense. "I'll let you know that I follow a technique that is not the usual one because it has already proved itself more efficient!" He insisted but scratched the "I" off when he thought she wasn't looking. He then cut off the repeated letters and arranged them together in a aesthetic pleasing symbol .Under it, he wrote his intent.
'My magic comes back.'
"It's about the fifth of those you've already made. I didn't even know you could arrange the same letters in so many different ways!"
He glared at her and she laughed at again. They had spent their day with sigils, charging them in every way they knew. Burning them, writing them over their pulse points and then washing it away, surrounding it by crystals, carving it in candles and letting it melt away, and even burying the piece of parchment in the earth when they went down to have a break.
"Maybe I should charge it this time." Belle suggested. Rumpletiltskin searched his mind for a good motive not to let her, but found none. He cut the piece of parchment where the sigil was and handed it to her.
She caressed the paper slightly before she locked her eyes with his, took the parchment to her pink, soft lips and gave it a kiss, closing her lids briefly.
That's it, I've reached rock bottom, he thought as his heart beat madly against his ribcage. He was jealous of paper. Simply fantastic.
Belle gave the sigil back to him, seemingly unaware of his heart and mind's reaction to the kiss. He took it back from her with a muttered thanks, and carefully stored the symbol on his coin pouch, which was tied to his breeches, being used for the single purpose of storing the spell jar Belle had gifted him. He'd move it to his nightstand when he went to bed, but for now, having it with him made him feel just a little bit better.
This time, she had not caught him unprepared. He reached for one of the best symbols he had made that afternoon, one with "happiness" inscribed under it. Holding it securely in his hands, he tried, really tried, to charge it with the most powerful way to charge a sigil. With intent. With real magic.
As he concentrated on his wish for his little maid to one day find at least contentment, he felt, even if only for a second, the ripple of magic flow through him, the fire in his veins back for the briefest of moments, heading straight to his hands and the subject of his enchantment.
Rumpletiltskin opened his eyes abruptly, having recognized the so familiar feeling of conjuring magic. He gave Belle one of his wide, maniacal smiles and extended his hand for her to take the sigil.
"You know what, Maid? Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all."
She was just about to call him out for calling her "maid" when she took a look at his hand and the happiness symbol, taking it and storing it away on her dress pocket only after admiring it for a second. Somehow, rumple had managed to make it look like a rose, and having spent her day amongst papers full of what other people would probably think to be some kind of ancient alphabet, she truly admired the beauty in it.
"Thank you" She said truthfully. "I - I think I'll take a bath before beginning to prepare dinner. Will you help me?"
"With the dinner or with the bath?" He asked and wiggled his eyebrows at her, making her drop a bunch of unused parchment scrolls at him.
"You know what I mean, imp!" She scolded without any heat to it and they both laughed it off. "Fine!" He sighted dramatically "woe is me! Having to peel potatoes for my own caretaker!"
Another scroll flew at him, missing it's target and making the room fall into laughter again.
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Belle hummed off key as she scrubbed her skin with a lavender and chamomile soap. The water was warm, the castle still tending to every need despite the lack of magic in it's master. That day had been... Intense. There were still many questions lingering in her head, and her ever burning curiosity was threatening to take hold of her and make her spill them all at her master.
But she couldn't do that. For the first time since she'd known him, he had cried. Cried like a little lost boy, like a fragile creature. Cried like a man, who she knew existed behind the beast.
But he had looked better, calmer after some time. And she wasn't about to go around asking questions only to ruin that. During their afternoon together, he had been more open and loose than she had ever seen him, laughing and chatting and teasing.
Teasing
She went stiff at the memory of his last quip. The rational part of her brain told her she should be disgusted, even afraid.
Her heart and the other, less behaved part of her brain had other ideas.
She suddenly imagined Rumpletiltskin there with her, kneeling between her legs, his hands, with their long, elegant fingers caressing her and washing her body tenderly, while her hands tangled in his wild hair as he kissed her neck reverentially.
She reopened the eyes she didn't even remember closing in the first place and sat straight, having reclined against the wall (another thing her body had done without asking for her permission). The fuck? He was her master. She was to help him with his castle and now with his magic, and nothing more.
Right?
As she used a rose and honey scented cream to soften her hair, residues of her daydream still lingered.
"Dammit, Rumpletiltskin." She whispered as she turned the magical faucet to the left side, filling the tub with much needed cold water.
Rumpletiltskin knocked on her door before getting inside the room. Was she still there? Belle was taking an unusual amount of time to take her bath. He just wanted to check if she was alright. And if they were all right. He worried she would have taken offense in his earlier quip, and he agreed she had every right to.
Stepping inside carefully, he looked around the room, and when he didn't see any naked Belles he entered the room completely, ready to apologize should he need to. Voices in the back of his mind hissed that the Dark One should never apologize, but Belle's comfort, he knew, was worth more than his pride.
However, both conscious and subconscious went silent at the sight before him. Tossed in the bed, was the pink dress she favoured at night. It had a velvet corset, three quarters sleeves and pockets just as she liked, and when questioned about the gift, he had swore with his life he hadn't had any involvement with it.
But what was mouth shutting in it wasn't it's beauty. It was the fact than the emotional part of his mind came to a realization he would rather not have.
Belle was naked. He immediately turned on his heels, ready to leave the room and have the least respect he should have towards a lady.
But magic was made of emotion.
And his emotions were quite strong right now. And they were not telling him to go.
Before he could even try to control himself or his magic again, a cloud of smoke submerged him, and when it cleared, he found himself in Belle's bathroom, with a barely covered by her undergarments Belle standing before him.
He didn't give himself any time to admire his view. Monster yes, harasser never. When a surprised yelp came from the woman, he had already covered his eyes and was apologizing madly while stumbling back to the wall.
"Belle, I'm so sorry, I promise I didn't mean to, somehow my magic came back and brought me here and I'm sorry I just wanted to check out on you but there was the dress-"
"Rumple" She put a hand on his shoulder, and he was relieved to realize that she sounded more concerned than angry. "It's okay, you're can open your eyes. I've put on a robe"
He reluctantly took one hand from his eye and then the other, when he realized she was telling the truth. And just why wouldn't she be? He snapped at himself. it's not like her biggest dream is you seeing her naked body!
"can you use your magic again?" She asked hopefully. But both their faces wilted as he unsuccessfully tried conjuring a fire ball on his hand.
"No!" He screamed into his palm, his optimism being crushed again after only a few desperate seconds of hope.
"It's okay." Belle squeezed his shoulder, curious as to how he managed to perform his typical 'poofing' but suspecting it to be better if she didn't ask just yet. "We'll keep on working on that. If you managed telleportation after just a day, imagine what you'll be doing in some time!"
But time passed and no such thing happened again. After a week of research and simple spells (that couldn't even be considered real spells) it was becoming clear that what triggered his magic wasn't training, but they kept on with it anyway. After all, as far as Belle was concerned, they weren't in such a hurry.
That is, of course, until Rumple's former apprentice barged open the castle doors, requiring to see her master and looking less than pleased.
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"I also feel that they are trying to jedi mind trick the audience to think that Bae and Neal aren’t the same person" you made a star wars reference while simultaneously insulting the writers. I don't think I've ever loved anyone more
Forgot to answer this – well, that’s REALLY what they’ve been trying to do since S3. S5B and forward it was pretty blatant that that was the plan.
And hey, I live to insult the OUAT writers. Glad I could make you smile! :)
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ACHEI OUTRA BR!!! Como vai, cara amiga?
OIIII!! Meu Deus, só vi agora!! Mil perdões pela demora.
No momento não muito bem kk e você?
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The more I dry, the wetter I get. What am I? -💍📚💜
a towel
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I can remember as if it were yesterday...*flashback eyes*: nerd was on her vacation and had nothing to do. I had heard about something called "fanfiction". I go to Google, and type "Dark castle rumbelle fanfic". There's a site called ao3. I get lost in that Wonderland. I read many fics, many of them by someone called "that ravenclaw bitch". I automatically sympathized, being a ravenclaw myself. When I joined tumblr, I immediately looked for you and here we are!
Yay! Thanks for the follow! Rumbelle fic is a wonderful wonderland to get lost in.
How did you find my blog?
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Uuuuummmmm I'd say your theme song would be either Adventure of a Lifetime by Coldplay or Cheap Thrills by Sia. IDK, they just kinda remind me of you, especially the first one
Awwww!
You know, I was stuck in my lesson planning, so I stopped and listened (and danced) to both and now I have a huge smile painted on my face. They are great, upbeat, fresh, with a bit of a night air… I love it! (The lyrics and uplifting too).
It seems like fate chose a great soundtrack for my life :D
Thank you, so, so much! :3
From this ask game
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Random writing asks 19-Do you write from beginning to end, or jump around in your story?
With fanfiction I usually write from beginning to end, because I know I have readers expecting the next chapter, but when I’m writing my original books I can be really messy and write lots and lots of scenes out of order.
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I love how at this point no one cares if it's not Tuesday yet, we just want to send you asks screaming at DH characters :D
Yeah, I’ve even stopped bothering to tag them as TMI because I just get them everyday XD
It’s brilliant, I love that the fandom is united in wanting to hit Moe in the crotch with something heavy or lock Belle and Gold in a closet until they either talk or fuck it out
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