#rumbelle roar: the podcast

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IT’S UP!

Stop everything!

The first episode of Rumbelle Roar: The Podcast is officially online!

The very lovely, very adorable @maplesyrupao3 agreed to be our guinea pig this episode. You can find the episode HERE on Podbean. Please excuse all of the awkward that is Missy, focus on Maple’s adorable instead. Thank you in advance for this kindness ;)

I hope everyone is able to use Podbean easily. If not, please let me know a better site for hosting a podcast of this length!!!

[jackabelle73]

I just finished listening to the first Rumbelle Roar podcast -- all 42 minutes of it, when I was supposed to be writing -- and I’m sorry, @rumbelle-ficbrarian but I have to back out of doing the podcast myself. I can’t follow that. You and @maplesyrupao3 set the bar too high. 

[jackabelle73]

Sorry about the cramps... I was there just yesterday. 😐

If there is anything your (plural you) friendly RBB mods can do to help, please let us know.

In other news, I had an enjoyable conversation with @rumbelle-ficbrarian this afternoon, recording the next episode of the Rumbelle Roar podcast. And as soon as we were done, started worrying. Was I talking too fast? Did I giggle too much? Did I say anything stupid?

Probable answers — I always do, of course I did, and yes I inevitably said something stupid.

What’s up, tumblr?

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The latest podcast episode of Rumbelle Roar with @jackabelle73​ is UP!..... if you’re interested in reading the full excerpt she shared with us, keep reading. It’s under the cut. On another note, who wants to come on next time? Suggest some of your faves!

The door clicked closed behind Father, and Gideon was left standing in a strange apartment with a woman who looked like his mother, yet wasn’t. This was not at all how he’d envisioned this day going, but a childhood spent switching from the non-magical world to the most fantastical realms known to any race, had prepared him for almost anything. 

“It seems we have some time on our hands,” he said to Belle, trying to sound relaxed. He didn’t know any more than she did, about where Father had gone or what he was doing, but he did at least know him well enough to trust that he wouldn’t have left them without good reason.  “Would you like something to eat? Or… I’m sure we can find the bedroom, if you’d like to rest for a while. You’ve had an exhausting day. Might help that headache, as well.”

“Actually, I would like to use the privy.”

“Right. Umm… let me just find it.”

He left the room quickly before the moment could become awkward, walking down a short hall to what he assumed was the bedroom. So much for his nomadic childhood preparing him for anything. Visiting twenty realms before the age of ten hadn’t taught him what to do if a grown woman had never used or even seen a modern toilet.

It didn’t take him long to find the bedroom with its adjoining bathroom, but he stood in the doorway for an extra moment, feeling relief and dismay in equal measure. Relief because a small part of him had wondered if perhaps Father might have moved on from Mother’s death, even found a new relationship, and it was painfully obvious that no woman had ever set foot in this room.  Dismay because he’d never known Father to live in such disarray. The man he’d grown up with had high standards for his appearance, and how he maintained any space that they had made their home. Here, a pair of jeans –jeans! – hung over the foot of the bed, which was unmade. What looked like a case file was open on the night stand, next to an empty glass and a bottle. Gideon could smell the Scotch from here. The room wasn’t slovenly, but… even an unmade bed was so unlike Father that he was having a hard time reconciling this room with the man who raised him.

Except he wasn’t, Gideon reminded himself. Not entirely. This room belonged to Detective Weaver, Father’s cursed persona. And even though he was awake, he would still need to maintain the illusion of being cursed. Right.

Reminding himself why he’d come in here, Gideon continued on through the bedroom to the adjoining bathroom, feeling a bit like he was invading a stranger’s privacy. He hadn’t seen Father in over a decade, and to find him again only to be introduced to his cursed persona was disquieting, to say the least. 

The bathroom was clean, to his relief, and just a little messy. Gideon closed the damp shower curtain and found a clean hand towel to hang on the hook next to the sink. He checked that the essentials were stocked, before going back out through the bedroom to call Belle. Regardless of how odd it was to have his mother’s look-a-like in this home inhabited by his father’s cursed persona, this woman was their guest. And his parents had taught him that guests deserved the best.    “Belle? I found the bathroom. If you’ll follow me?” “Bathroom? So it’s where people take baths?” she asked. “Well, yes. And also use the toilet, that’s this world’s equivalent of a chamber pot, you might say. There’s also a sink for washing your hands, with running water. Don’t worry, I’ll show you.” They stepped into the bathroom and he watched her eyes rove around the small room, taking everything in. This had to be overwhelming for her, so he spoke in a calm tone and tried to be as matter-of-fact as possible as he gave her a crash course in using a toilet. “So this is the toilet. You lift this lid up, and sit there. You, umm… do what you need to do, and there’s tissue here to clean yourself. When you’re finished, you press down on this lever and all the water will get sucked down the pipe, along with… whatever you put in there. I’m going to flush it now, just so you can see, alright? It’ll make a bit of noise.” She nodded, and backed away a step. Gideon pressed down on the flush handle, watching her closely for her reaction. She flinched at the noise, and her eyes grew wide as the water swirled and flushed down. “Okay so far?” he asked. She nodded without saying anything, still fixated on the toilet bowl. “After you finish there, you can wash your hands here. If you turn this knob to the right, you’ll get cold water. If you turn it to the left, the water will warm up. But be careful, sometimes it can get very hot, like it’s been boiled over a campfire. You can use this for soap, and here’s a towel to dry your hands. Do you think you can manage?” “’I’m sure I’ll…. figure it out,” she said, uncertain. “I’ll… wait for you just outside.” Gideon left the bathroom quickly, feeling his face burn with embarrassment., and shut the door behind him. He didn’t want to hover just outside the door, so continued back out to the living room and then to the kitchen. Belle had to be hungry after the eventful day she’d been having. Perhaps he could fix her something to eat. He opened the refrigerator to find only half-empty takeout containers. Wonderful. His first perusal of the tiny pantry yielded only cans of soup and boxes of pasta. Who had his father become? After rummaging in the back of the pantry, he found something that he thought might appeal to Belle, that wouldn’t seem too terribly strange to her. He started opening cabinets in search of a pot, and found tea first. He’d fix that as well; a cup of tea would hopefully be soothing to their guest, and truth be told, Gideon could use a calming drink himself. *** Gideon moved easily around the room that he’d told her was a kitchen, though not like any kitchen she’d ever known. There was no fireplace or wood stove for cooking, but rather more of the large shiny boxes that she’d seen in the room where she first met Gideon. She couldn’t stop looking at him, now that she knew who he was, and who his parents were, and all the other revelations that had been shared with her less than an hour ago. So this was what a child of hers and Rumplestiltskin’s would look like. She wondered if Gideon would still look the same if he’d been conceived and born in the Enchanted Forest, where Rumplestiltskin looked so very different. Would the appearance-altering effects of the Dark Curse be passed down to Rumple’s children? He turned from pouring a cup of tea, and caught her staring at him. She blushed and looked away, but he only smiled and placed the cup before her. “Father and I aren’t what you expected, are we?” “Did I expect to wake up this morning from an enchanted sleep that lasted over three decades, and visit a Land Without Magic? Did I expect to meet a different version of Rumplestiltskin who looks completely human? And be told there was another me, as well? No, I didn’t expect that. And I… never could have imagined you. Even if I’d thought about what our children might look like, I never would have pictured you.” “What would your children be like, then?” “Shorter,” she deadpanned, and they shared a smile. “I didn’t mean to be rude, by staring at you.” She picked up her cup, blowing lightly on the tea. “It’s alright, you know. I don’t mind.” She could hear the smile in his voice. “When Father first introduced you, I had to fight with myself not to stare. Seeing you is… the closest I’ve come to seeing my mother in over a decade.” “Do I look exactly like her?” “You’re a bit younger than I ever knew her, but yes.” “Is it hard for you, seeing me?” “A little… but I’m glad to know that you survived. We still have a chance to reunite you with your True Love.” He held her gaze for a moment, before picking up a box and shaking it. “I’ve found some oatmeal. It’s similar to what you would call porridge in your land, so it should be familiar to you. Shall I fix you a bowl?” “Yes, please.” He turned his back to her and poured some of the oatmeal into a pot of boiling water. “Do you really believe that?” “What?” He looked over his shoulder. “That Rumplestiltskin – my Rumple, I mean – and I are True Love?” He turned a dial of some kind and stirred the contents of the pot, before sitting at the table and giving her his undivided attention. “I know that my parents were, and still are, even now. I witnessed it, every day of my childhood. And having witnessed it, I don’t see how any version of Rumplestiltskin and Belle French could ever not share True Love. That sort of devotion and commitment… it transcends realms, and time, and death itself.” “Did it… transcend his Dark Curse?” she asked hesitantly. “We never broke my curse, if that’s what you’re asking,” Rumplestiltskin answered from behind her. She turned in her chair to see him standing in the kitchen doorway, hands in his coat pockets and regarding her seriously. “Did your Belle try True Love’s Kiss, like I did?” “Yes. Your history, and the history of the Belle I married, are the same until Regina cast her curse in our realm. In your realm, the curse was never cast, and that’s when your stories become different. So yes, Belle kissed me in the Dark Castle, and it almost broke my curse, but I stopped it.” “And you threw her out,” she finished. Gideon got up and went to check on the porridge he was making; Rumplestiltskin took his chair. “She had adventures of her own, and when she decided to go back to you, that’s when Regina captured her, and locked her up till the curse.” “Yes.” “If you’d been sitting in the great hall of the Dark Castle one day, spinning straw into gold like any other day, and she’d walked in… would you have given her another chance?” He reached for her hand, and clasped it between both of his. “I’ve lived that moment. It didn’t happen in the Dark Castle, but I turned around and there she was, after I’d spent years thinking she was dead. And I can tell you without hesitation, that it was one of the happiest moments in all my centuries of living.” “Thank you.” Belle smiled through tears threatening to fall, and squeezed his hand before letting go. “Do you want to go back to your realm, and find your Rumplestiltskin?” “Yes. More than anything.” “Then you’re going to need your strength,” Gideon said. He’d been busy as they talked, and now set a bowl of steaming, fragrant porridge in front of her, along with sugar and milk. “Maybe eating will help that headache.” “Oatmeal, Gideon?” Rumplestiltskin asked. “I thought it would be familiar to her,” he defended himself. “Besides, it’s not as if your pantry provides a lot of choices, Father. What exactly do you eat?” “Ahh. Well, I don’t get a lot of company, and I’m usually working. I order a lot of takeout, to be honest.” “As much as I would have loved pizza delivery, because I haven’t had a pizza in years, the Enchanted Forest is short on ATMs. And you didn’t leave any money when you ran out of here.” “Right. My apologies for that… I went to see the person responsible for bringing you here,” he said to Belle. “You did?” she asked, before eating another spoonful of the wonderful porridge. It was different than she was used to, but after months of cold prison food, this tasted amazing. “You know who the woman is?” “Yes. Her name is Gothel, and she has her own agenda which I’m not entirely sure of yet. Apparently, her agenda is served by having me out of the way. She thought by bringing you and Gideon here, that I’d agree to leave town with the pair of you and not come back. Which isn’t going to work, because… and no offense to you, Belle, but… you’re not my wife.” Relieved, she smiled at him. “And you’re not my Rumple. In fact… do you mind if I call you Detective Weaver? Calling you Rumple is a bit confusing for me.” “Weaver is fine,” he answered. “Calling you Belle is a bit odd for me as well, but you don’t have another name, do you? I won’t forget which one you are; my True Love is elsewhere, waiting for me.” “Told you,” Gideon said with a grin, from where he leaned against the wall listening to their conversation. “True Love transcends all. So now, we just need to get you back to your own realm, and reunite you with your Rumplestiltskin.”

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Ya’ll I am so excited for this podcast. What about you?!

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So.... Anyone curious to have the first Rumbelle Roar podcast? It’s up and ready to be linked to you..... just say the word ;)

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RE: Rumbelle Roar (the podcast) 

I have two questions!

1. What fanfictions should I definitely talk about?

and

2. Which of our lovely writers would be interested in being interviewed?

I know @jackabelle73 said she’d volunteer as tribute, but I’d like to have more people lined up too. :)

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Would anyone be interested in another Rumbelle Roar: the Podcast episode? ;) 

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@maplesyrupao3 is a literal gem. Thank you. That is all.

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Send me questions to ask @maplesyrupao3 on Tuesday. The fic I’m highlighting will be Fractured Blue, but you’re welcome to ask me (to ask her) questions about any of her lovely fics. You can find her masterlist here.

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Does anyone want to volunteer to be the next Podcast guest? Either reply to this or IM me :)

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For those curious, THIS is the introductory song I use in Rumbelle Roar: The Podcast.

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Hey guys! I just wanted to say thank you, first of all, for the wonderful turnout for the first episode of Rumbelle Roar: The Podcast. It was truly something special to have @maplesyrupao3 guest star for the first edition! 

Which brings me to our next guest. @jackabelle73!!!! Jackie’s masterlist can be found HERE. If you have any questions for her, let me know in MY ask box, ok? I’m excited to say that I’ll be recording with her either Saturday or Monday. The next podcast will go online on Tuesday.

Questions need to be sent in before Friday at, shall we say, midnight. Otherwise it will be too late for me to ask Jackie whilst I have her captured in my cage I MEAN ON CALL.

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Ya girl is having trouble limiting herself with questions for authors I want to host! This is going to be so fun.

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bookwormchocaholic replied to your post: IT’S UP!

I won’t be able to listen to it until tomorrow, but I can’t wait!

<3 excited to hear your thoughts.

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Hello 👋🏻 I’ve just finished listening to the podcast and I loved it! It was the very first time I’ve ever listened to a podcast, but I had literally zero problems with the site! And the audio was really good! I look forward to the next one! ^^

Thank you so much! So glad that you enjoyed. It was a good site, don’t you think? I may pay to have more time allotted to me in the future. :)