essentialasair

[Inspired by essentialasair’s AU gifset + plot description]

Centuries ago, Rumpelstiltskin had seen a flicker of images pertaining to a beautiful young woman that he’d one day share the Dark Castle with.  Certain he was confusing glimpses of his own future with the memories of the Dark One before him, he was surprised to discover the maiden  journeying through the Frontlands’ forest late one afternoon.

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The Vows re-edited with a complete focus of Rumple and Belle for my Tumblr Auntie! I hope everyone likes it. :)

“Spinner Love” - Digital Oil Painting

Painted from a manip, with permission from essentialasair. This reminds me so much of a fanfic called “The Cult of Beauty” by thestraggletag where Rumple’s village is famous for a magic pond that shows your true love in the reflection and his is a lady in a golden gown. (Thanks to everyone who helpfully told me who wrote the fic!)

This is NOT a Photoshop filter, every stroke is painted by me.

For the first time in forever, I feel the need to thank people for an amazing year! Whether or not I have had the pleasure to know you in real life or on the Internet, please know that you have made my life better. You’ve lift my spirit during bleak days that have come far too often in 2013. So bless you all *hands you virtual chocolate boxes* 

A-D:

armitagefassynation,awakened-to-lovebakakuroneko, bellabestia,belledearie,bellegold,boombubblepop,britishmofocolinodonorgasm,count-greyson,criminally-regaldeepredroom, droo216

E-H:

essentialasair, emmaswansfassbender-mcavoyobsessed, fairytaleasoldastime, frivolouswhimglassprism,goodnightmyraggedybowtiehookless, hurricanejanes


I-L:

iwantyoutolikeitj-jacki, jelysekklaineychristmaslerapotter, letsgetdowney, liesofalostabductee, lostevilqueen, lostwithme, lymepenguin

M-P:

madeleinestowes, mermaidbelles, midstorm, mistaryu, missblackwood,mistleupa, mistyvstheworld,mr-fassbender, my-gosh-its-snowingnicole6,nolaned0ceanofdarknesspanlight, phantinespurplepirate

Q-T:

queen-of-neverpanreginamlls, resonatethroughtime, robertcarlyle, rumbellebeautyandthebeast, rumbellebrsantinoed,sarah-pete-designs, scarlettjo, snafu-moofins, sarark, song-of-the-wishmaster, sorrydearie, southernbelle-inwonderland, storybrooke, swanbugthebelleofstorybrooke, theflooffamily,thefracturedmoonlightonthesea, thegoodcaptainjones, thesecretyouknow, timetogetriddikulus, tomhiddlestonstolemyovaries,trollingcora,ttonks

U-Z

winterelf86,word-smoothies

essentialasair

prompted: FTL AU, what if Rumple and Belle met in their youth

His most shameful memory. She was five, he was fifteen.

Rudd and Derek had thrown him on the ground and kicked him. He was rolled up into a ball, trying to protect himself from their kicks as good as possible. He was whimpering and tears streamed down his face. He hated that he cried. They called him a coward.

“Stop it immediately!” The girl just suddenly appeared next to them, her tiny hands pressed onto her tiny waist. She stomped her little feed. “Stop it, I said!” The voice of a mouse, so squeaky.

Rudd and Derek stopped and stared at her.

“You should be ashamed of yourselves,” the girl yelled. “Two against one! You’re both cowards!”

Rumplestiltskin hated what would happen next.

“Don’t,” he whispered, “not worth it.”

The boys took steps toward her. The girl better ran.

“Belle!” a voice screamed from behind the trees and a big dog rushed towards them, bellowing. A man followed close after.

Rudd and Derek fled while the dog chased them. The girl kneeled next to him.

“You’re safe now.” she said and stroked his hair. “I’ll protect you.”

Thank you Rumbellers

This goes out to the whole fandom, but a special thank you to a few that have been so great through the recent fan breakdowns.

There have been so many things bothering me lately about the show. That Hook seems to dominate the show since S2 and we’ve only so many miniscule moments. Granted the small moments had more meaning that 24 hours of Hook, but it still bothered me.

It made me worry with the upcoming blackmailing storyline that Hook would be presented as squeaky clean, his past dealings with Rumple made to look as if he’s the better man, not bullying a cripple. The fact that it was said that Hook “knows” Rumple, I had asked Adam how could he know Rumple when he never tried to see past the crippled man he bullied? Or the demon he helped create? He didn’t respond.

Which I didn’t expect he would. But with all that and the deleted scene, it really discouraged me regarding the story Rumbelle were getting both together and individually.

But then I read posts earlier from those I tagged and others, that really were uplifting.  It really brightened my day. All the bts pics, the fact that we can make a probably upcoming separation a smut fic event. The words of wisdom of what we as a fandom have endured before. It made me believe that all will be well, and that we will get wonderful things this season and the angst and drama are nothing to be upset about.

We Rumbellers laugh at the face of angst and write smut!

Probably not many will see this, or respond. I am not a big voice in the fandom. But I wanted you to know that I appreciate all you do to keep us rolling along. You are the glue that keeps the fandom together.

essentialasair asked:

I really have a huge problem with Regina wiping Belle's memories. Again. So I'm going to join you in your '3B's finale never took place' headcanon ways!!

THIS IS THE THIRD TIME.  She has wiped Belle’s memories three times now and they want us to see her as a hero???

Welcome to the club.  I’m thinking of calling it the May Fourths, because May 4, 2014 is the last recognized date of canon.

essentialasair asked:

There's a storm brewing in Storybrooke bringing with it the End of Days as we know it (for real this time, no magical reversals or fixes). What do you think Gold's last words to Belle would be? And vice versa.

Gold’s would probably be something like “I’m so sorry. I love you, and I’m so sorry I couldn’t give you the happy ending you deserved.”

Belle’s would probably be something along the lines of “Even though our time was short and not always easy, you were my happy ending. I love you.”

As promised, one Rushbelle drabble for tonight. The fourth of ten short fics based on each picture from this set. These are completely my interpretations of the art and may or may not be what the artist had in mind. I have permission from essentialasair to repost these photos. Five Rumbelle and five Rushbelle.

Beginning of Collection: No. 1 | No. 2 | No. 3

Rushbelle | 379 words

No. 4: Apology

With his back to her, Rush couldn’t see the rise and fall of her chest, but he could hear it. Each breath was deep, in and out, in and out. Her sleep was deep and peaceful. She was lost in dreams, far from her last waking moments. He couldn’t bring himself to look at her. There were still traces of tears streaked down from her lidded eyes. He had done that.

So he sat on the edge of their bed, leaning forward, hands clasped in front of him. Rush wasn’t the sort of man who cared what other people thought of him. He did what was necessary, he said what he thought. Except with Belle. She always seemed to be his exception.

The words had been in anger, on both sides. Arguments had turned to insults and then to bitter tears—from her, not him. Dr. Rush didn’t cry. Not where she could see. He couldn’t even remember what they’d been fighting about only the eruption of bitter fury it caused. He rubbed his hands roughly over his tired face. Funny, he was almost surprised to find a beard there. He never noticed that sort of thing if Belle didn’t point it out. Seemed that she didn’t mind.

The mattress behind him dipped and shifted as she sat up. Rush didn’t look back, instead he stared at his hands. The mattress dipped again. Belle crawled over to sit behind him, resting her cheek on his back. She was warm and gentle, her slender arms winding around his waist, locked together over his stomach.

“Look, Belle, I’m sorry.” He didn’t need to speak very loud for her to hear him.

“I know,” she said. “I forgive you.”

“I didn’t mean—”

“I know.”

So much for his apology. Explanations never seemed to impress Belle though. They didn’t impress him either, but she wasn’t like him. She wasn’t bitter or cynical or any of the things he’d become. So his embarrassed words remained unsaid in the darkness.

Belle’s warmth encompassed him. The feeling of lonely inadequacy that so often reigned over him dissipated a bit. She was draped over him. Her breaths slowed, her chest rising and falling in gentle waves against his back as she drifted off to sleep once more.