#rumbelle showdown 2020

[rumbelleshowdown]

Call for prompts!

Sign-ups are open for the Rumbelle Showdown, and the event needs prompts. LOTS of prompts. I'm counting on the fandom to provide them.

Here are the prompt guidelines:

Each prompt can be up to four words. You can send in as many as you like, but each one can be no more than four words.

Please make sure when you send in prompts that you specify whether a string of words is to be 1 single prompt or separate prompts. If you’re sending prompts via Anon Ask, please be specific in your wording so there is no confusion.

An example of one 4-word prompt: fish, mother, hem, kiss

An example of four 1-word prompts: fish mother hem kiss

Anyone can submit a prompt, whether you plan to compete in the Showdown or not. This is one of the participation opportunities that makes the event so fun.

If you need further guidance, check out this post to see the prompts used in Round One of the 2020 Showdown. The prompts for Round Two 2020 are here.

Hopefully that explains the prompt guidelines. If anyone has questions, please send an ask to the blog.

Prompts can be submitted via ask to the blog, or emailed to rumbelleshowdown@gmail.com

Every prompt you submit buys the floof family another moment of happiness!

[silwenworld]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Belle/Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold Characters: Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold, Belle (Once Upon a Time) Additional Tags: Rumbelle - Freeform, Rumbelle Showdown 2020 (Once Upon a Time), Round 3 Entry, Angst, Can't Make Tea, Otherworldly delights, Comfort, I don't really know how to tag it without spoiling anything Summary:

Something was nagging at his mind, telling him something was off about the whole situation. The sun was a little too bright, birds a bit too loud. There had never been so many birds around the Dark Castle, had there?

But Belle’s fingers were so soft, her touch so lovely he couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was worrying him so. Even her skin feeling a lot colder than it should have didn’t bother him in the slightest.

Or let's call it: Rumplestiltskin has a headache during the time in the Enchanted Forest. But is that it or is there more to the whole situation?

[emospritelet]

Some of those showdown choices were hard. Like trying to assess a great standalone fic against something that you’d like to see more of is next to impossible. Trying to choose one of two things you’d like to see more of is just as bad. Why is this fandom so talented?

[eirian-houpe]

Awakening

Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Belle/Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold<

Characters: Belle (Once Upon a Time), Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold, Detective Weaver, Baelfire | Neal Cassidy, Wishverse Captain Hook | Detective Rogers

Additional Tags: Angst, weaver got shot, canon compliant mostly, cosmic irony

Summary: Weaver is dreaming or halucinating after Alice shot him, but suddenly everything starts to make sense as he gives in to what he sees and feels, even from beyond the grave, his beloved saves him.

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Awakening

Written for the RumbelleShowdown 2020 as Treacle_in_a_chipped_cup. Round 1 winner.

Prompt: Dancing in the rain.

It was the most absurd thing he could have thought; lying on the floor, fighting to breathe, in so much pain that it didn’t hurt any more, the cloying scent of iron filling his awareness, and wetness spreading against his back, his head…

Longest dry spell in the history of Seattle.

The dim light within the container darkened further, became vague, as if he were surrounded by clouds, as though he were a part of them; reflecting strange images, bizarre thoughts.

“No, Papa, not thoughts.”

The voice came from everywhere and nowhere at once, because that’s where he was. Nowhere. He turned full circle, answering the voice; naggingly familiar, like a half forgotten harmony to a song he knew so well.

“A dream then,” he said, and idly wondered why he hadn’t objected to being named ‘papa��� when he knew damn well that he had no kids. Wasn’t the type.

A chuckle sounded and a sudden brightness in the fog resolved into the figure of a man who took a step towards him just as he realized he was on his feet, and not on his back, in an increasing pool of his own blood.

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[shadowedoracle]

I finally completed my Showdown ballot. Some of those decisions were so hard because this fandom is so talented. I kept being torn between two choices that we great by different metrics. Like something I thought worked as a great oneshot vs. something I really want to read more of. Or something I liked better as a fic (the exact kind of story I love to read) vs. a fic where I thought the other writer made better use of the prompt.

All I know is that all the writers deserve all the kudos! I hope those who get knocked out realize how much we enjoyed their works and we’d read the hell out of them if they continue. While I’m looking forward to the next round’s entries, I’m dreading those close calls I’ll have to make again.

[joylee56]

Finally submitted my Showdown vote

And boy was it a tough decision. Hope that those of you who had multiple chapters planned go ahead with them even if you don't move on, because all the stories were really, really good.

[kelyon]

TMI Tuesday!

Good morning Tumblr!

Chapter four of Dark Mistress (”Tradition”) is fully drafted and sent to my betas. (I have two betas now, only married to one of them so far.) This is going to be another Bae chapter, focusing on the rest of market day. 

We’re gonna get to meet Morraine in this chapter. There must be fandom a word for taking a canon character with no real backstory and creating a whole mess of backstory for them made up entirely of whole cloth. If there is, that’s what I’m doing for Morraine. I’m kind of doing that for the entire village, honestly. 

Actually, it was kind of exhausting to write at first. There are a whole bunch of bit characters that Bae has known all his life but the readers has never heard of. I’m trying to explain all of that personal history without having it be a solid infodump. Or in the case of when an infodump is required, trying to keep it motivated from Bae’s POV. There are times and a places for a character to tell a story to themselves, and I like to use that if I can. 

So that chapter will post on Friday. Today I found myself wondering what ���minor fic” I might focus on next. I’ve got a few potential one-shots that I just want to get out of my system (and desperately hope that they will remain one-shots.)

And then I remembered that the Rumbelle Showdown is coming up! 2020 was the first year I participated in the Showdown, and I had a lot of fun. It’s great to work within limits. The Showdown is limited by word count, deadline and prompt subject. It all adds up to a fun little project. If any Rumbellers want to shake up their writing habits, I highly recommend the @rumbelleshowdown. 

If you have any questions or want to talk about anything, stop on by my inbox. Have a great day!

Dark Mistress is here

My inbox is here

[peacehopeandrats]

The Tent of Infinite Adventure - Chapter 3

Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Belle/Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold

Characters: Belle (Once Upon a Time), Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold, Gideon (Once Upon a Time), Original Characters

Additional Tags: Family, Fluff, Adventure, Missing Years, Unknown Realm, A Monthly Rumbelling June 2020 (Once Upon A Time), Monthly Rumbelling

Series: Part 9 of Growing Up, Part 5 of Rumbelling Shorts, Part 2 of Rumbeelle Showdown 2020

Summary: The first time Gideon gets to use a magic bean he sends his family to a fair in an unknown realm. There they meet a magician who has a special tent that transports the Golds into their own great adventure.

This chapter was written specifically for September’s Monthly Rumbelling.

Yet again this is the beginning of a Monthly Rumbelling fic, prompted by the June 2020 moodboard, but first prompted by the round 2 prompts of Rumbelle Showdown 2020. I couldn't say that before because I couldn't suggest that I was participating, but when I saw the prompts I would have gotten (aphrodisiac; room full of chests)  this story instantly came to mind and I wrote it, intending to hold on to it until today. When Monthly Rumbelleing gave me this mood board I was able to expand the story and I'm so very glad I did! (Because I am expanding as I go the room full of chests is in a future chapter, already written.)

The Tent of Infinite Adventure - Chapter 3

“Oh yes, I know the legend behind this, all right. Word is that the white stag is often seen beneath a lone tree that never blooms, but bears fruit year round.”

The tavern’s owner turned the gold ring as he examined it, leaning close to Gideon and speaking in conspiratorial tones. The boy had handed over the object only after a nod from his father and now he bit his lip nervously, hoping to get it back. Enchantments etched into the inner band ensured that each swing of his sword would do twice the damage to a foe so long as it rested on his finger, and the enemies they had crossed paths with recently had been difficult to bring down, even with the help of his mother’s magic and his father’s near perfect aim.

“Do you have any idea where we could find this tree?” His mother asked, food forgotten in the presence of another puzzle to solve.

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[Chapter 1]  [Chapter 2]

[jackabelle73]

TMI Tuesday

I just remembered that today is Tuesday. Well done, me. I know my days of the week... sometimes. And I haven’t done TMI Tuesday in ages, b/c I haven’t posted anything new in ages, but I actually posted a couple new fics recently!

First Day -- a Precious Moments fic depicting Gideon’s first day of school. 

Click -- a non-magic AU in which Belle pretends to be broken down by the side of the road, and waits to see who will come to her rescue. This is two chapters, and it’s complete. 

You can find all my other fics on my Rumbelle Fic Masterlist. 

I’m currently working on completing my Showdown fic from last year. Yep, I said last year. It’s not even that long; I’m just a really slow writer. I participated in two rounds before I was eliminated. My Round One entry is here, and Round Two entry is here.  You can send me asks about those two chapters, or your guesses about what will happen next in the story, or you can just yell at me to get my butt in gear and finish it!

Fun ask games that you could use: Time themed fic asks or this Fandom/Fanfic Ask Game

You can send me a word, and I’ll tell you if it’s in any of my WIPs. 

You can send me your assumptions about me, based on my fics. 

Or just ask me anything else random, b/c we’re all confined at home and we’re bored. 

ASK BOX IS OPEN!!

April 14, 2020

[rumbelleshowdown]

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Okay, Rumbellers... a request was made back at the beginning of the Showdown, that I post the unused prompts after the Showdown was over. I received an anonymous ask yesterday, reminding me of that.

I checked the Google Docs account where I keep all the Showdown stuff, and found that not only do I have 131 prompts left over from this year's event, I also have 60 from Showdown 2020 and 51 from 2022.

All that to say, get ready for an avalanche of prompts! You have been warned... not my fault if you get buried.

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[silwenworld]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Belle/Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold Characters: Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold, Belle (Once Upon a Time), Gaston (Once Upon a Time) Additional Tags: Rumbelle - Freeform, AU, War AU, no magic, Rumbelle Showdown 2020 (Once Upon a Time), Round 2 entry, light - Freeform, Lost in the Mail Series: Part 1 of War Roses Summary:

There were a few universal truths passed on around the town by older women, but there was one repeated the most - Don’t fall in love with a soldier as in all probability, you won’t see him coming back from the front.

Belle had truly believed this truth; she really had. But her heart had done what it had wanted, not asking for permission, and throwing her into the ocean of emotions, not teaching her how to swim beforehand. Now, she was paying the consequences as others looked at her with pity in their eyes, as if to say we had told you so.

[emospritelet]

Exit Strategy

Set post-Skin Deep. A chance meeting with Regina in Storybrooke General Hospital makes Mr Gold suspicious enough to investigate the psychiatric ward.

This was my Round 1 entry for the Rumbelle Showdown, beefed up a bit with the stuff I couldn't include due to the word limit :)

Pseud: Tea Rose

Prompt: Empty whiskey bottle(s)

[AO3]

x

“I hear you beat up Moe French with that cane of yours.”

District Attorney Albert Spencer was staring at him from behind the heavy desk with what he no doubt thought was intimidation, his nostrils flaring and his mouth set in a grim line. Mr Gold was unimpressed. He remembered when Spencer had been a king, commanding armies and fighting pointless wars. He hadn’t been impressed by him then, either. Not that Spencer remembered his old life, of course. No one in Storybrooke did. Well, almost no one.

“And now you have to decide whether to proceed with charges against me,” said Gold, his tone bored as he eased his grip on the handle of his cane. “An unenviable task.”

“Sheriff Swan said you might have killed him if she hadn’t stopped you.”

“That sounds like speculation on her part,” he said. “A dangerous path for a law enforcement official to tread.”

Thrashing Moe French within an inch of his miserable life because of a death he didn’t remember had been pointless, if satisfying, and Gold regretted allowing the Sheriff to see the full force of his anger. Before the curse had swaddled him in numb apathy he had been nursing guilt and heartbreak for years, and it had hit him with the force of a train when he had heard Emma Swan speak her name that fateful night at the inn. His true identity had roared to life in his head, exultation at getting to this land warring with sorrow and loss, old agonies piercing his heart. It had taken everything he had to walk calmly out of the inn and return home, where he had finished off a bottle of whisky and curled up weeping. 

The empty bottle had mocked him the next day, with his pounding head and aching limbs, his body drained of tears and sick with grief. Since that night he had been walking a fine line, laying his plans, pushing his heartache down deep. The loss of the cup, the one memento he had of Belle, had sent him over the edge. A few broken bones were the least that Moe French deserved. He only wished it had made him feel better. 

“Beating up the town’s florist on Valentine’s Day.” Spencer sat back in his chair, shaking his head. “Not exactly in the spirit of the holiday, Gold.”

“Well, I suppose I could have shot him with an arrow,” remarked Gold. “Kept the Cupid theme going.”

“This isn’t a joke!” snapped Spencer. “You kidnapped the man, drove him out to the middle of nowhere and almost beat him to death!”

“‘Almost’.” Gold rolled his eyes, shaking his hair back. “He stole from me. I was simply reclaiming my property.”

“Property which the Sheriff informs me was safely at the station while you went on the damn rampage!” Spencer was scowling at him. “I realise you and I haven’t always seen eye to eye, Gold, but I thought you had enough sense not to do your own dirty work.”

“I’m flattered that you think of me at all,” said Gold. “As to doing dirty deeds, I suppose you’d know all about that. On the campaign finance front, for example. It would be a pity if someone were to inform the Storybrooke Mirror of all those pesky little conflicts of interest.”

Spencer slammed his palm down on the desk with a crack.

“Don’t threaten me!” he barked. “I’ll remind you that you’re charged with a serious assault!”

“I’ll remind you that it’s election year,” drawled Gold. “So let’s not pretend that you’re going to follow either procedure or your conscience on this one. Just tell me how much it’s going to cost me.”

x

Half an hour later, he was leaving the office of Storybrooke General Hospital’s CEO, cane clicking on the tiles. A substantial donation to the hospital had been named as the price for dropping the case against him. Along with a donation of similar size to Spencer’s reelection campaign, of course. Regina would be furious about him evading justice, but that was a bonus as far as he was concerned. Now that she knew he was awake, she would be more careful around him about her schemes. Not that subtlety was her strong point. Luckily it was his.

He turned out of the corridor into a waiting area, and almost walked into Regina herself, who took a hasty step back. Her mouth opened angrily, but then she seemed to realise who he was, and there was a flash of something in her eyes. Panic? Interesting. She settled into her usual knowing smirk, dark eyes flashing.

“Mr Gold,” she said. “I see you managed to stay out of jail. For now.”

“Yes.” He flexed his fingers on the cane handle. “Incarceration is not a goal of mine, I confess. The food is just dreadful. Fortunately the District Attorney was in agreement with me over just how flimsy the case against me was. A man of great sense.”

Regina seemed to visibly swell, nostrils flaring.

“He dropped the case?” she hissed.

Gold showed his teeth.

“A victory for justice.”

“You mean for vengeance!”

“Well, that sounds rather more like you than me,” he said easily. “Luckily for all concerned, I’m not one to hold a grudge.”

Regina gave him a very level look.

“Enough with your lies,” she said. “What brings you to the hospital?”

“Philanthropy,” he said, with a thin smile. “You?”

That look of panic was there again, and her head jerked, as though she wanted to glance over her shoulder. She seemed to catch herself

“I just thought I’d look in on poor Mr French,” she said, pouting. “Quite the number you did on him. Those broken bones won’t heal easily.”

“Good,” he said. “That’ll serve as a useful reminder then, won’t it?”

“So much aggression over a tea cup,” she said. “Was it worth it?”

Gold smiled.

“You’re lecturing me on overreactions?” he said. “Don’t you have a vendetta to pursue, Madam Mayor? Hearts to crush? Don’t let me keep you.”

She rolled her eyes, and he stepped back on one foot to let her pass. Her heels clicked as she marched off down the corridor, and Gold glanced to the side, through the waiting area she had just emerged from. There was no sign of Moe French, and nor was there a ward that the man could be lying in. There was, however, a door with a keypad mounted on it at the end, the sign on it stating that it was the psychiatric ward. Gold’s eyes narrowed. Was that the reason for Regina’s look of fear? What was behind the door that she was afraid he might see?

He waited, pacing slowly back and forth, one eye on the locked door. Announcements were made at intervals over the public address system, calling for one doctor or another, and Gold continued to pace. After five minutes or so a severe-looking nurse marched in with a large ring of keys hanging from one thumb, sparing him a brief glance as she passed. She went to a locked cupboard and opened it up, taking out bottles of medication and dropping pills into a small plastic cup before locking the cupboard again. He watched closely as she tapped out a code on the keypad of the door and disappeared through it.

She was gone perhaps ten minutes, and his curiosity was growing. Why would Regina be interested in the psychiatric ward? He couldn’t think of anyone from their land who might be in there. A noise from behind the door made him look away, and he pretended to be searching for change for the nearby vending machine as the nurse marched past him, clipboard in hand and keys jingling.

Gold walked quickly to the door, tapping out the code that he had memorised and pushing it open. A set of stairs led downwards, and he took them, hearing the door close behind him. The light was dim, daylight from outside limited to a line of windows high on the walls. An orderly was mopping the floor, staring at Gold from behind curtains of dark hair, but if he was surprised to see the town pawnbroker in the psychiatric ward, he said nothing, and Gold walked on.

There was a line of doors to his right, each with a hatch in it, and Gold opened the first and peered in. Empty. He moved to the next, the hatch squeaking as he opened it, and his legs buckled as a wave of shock and pain surged over him, dragging at him, clawing at his skin.

The woman in the cell stared at him from her position on the cot, knees up and arms wrapped around them, a vague and somewhat hopeless expression on her face. She looked vastly different from the last time he had seen her, when her blue eyes had flashed at him in her anger, tears brimming over as she walked out of his life forever. But she was real, and she was alive, and he could feel his heart breaking all over again.

“Belle!” he whispered. “Oh, gods, Belle, it’s really you! You’re alive!”

She eyed him, and the total lack of recognition in her face made him want to cry. The sound of footsteps from behind him barely caught his attention.

“What are you doing here?”

Gold clenched his jaw, turning slowly on his heel. The severe nurse was staring at him, keys clutched in one hand and a chart tucked under her arm.

“This patient is to be released into my care,” he said, the calmness of his voice belying the seething rage he felt. “Open this door.”

“I’ve had no paperwork,” she said, frowning. “Without the proper authority, I’m not releasing—”

He moved so quickly she barely had time to squeak in surprise as Gold grabbed her and shoved her against the wall.

“Perhaps you didn’t hear me, dearie,” he rasped. “I am taking this patient out of here. Now.”

“I’ll call the Mayor!” she spluttered, and Gold grinned.

“Oh, I’m counting on that,” he said softly. “You tell Madam Mayor that I know what she did. That there is a price for everything in this world. And that I now have a score to settle.”

He snatched the keys from her grip, turning back to the cell. The nurse fled, but he ignored her. Let her go to Regina. He unlocked the door, opening it up, and Belle looked up at him with that dazed, unfocused expression.

“Hey,” he said gently. “Sweetheart, I’m taking you out of here, understand? Can you walk?”

“Who are you?” she asked, and he felt his lip tremble at the sound of the voice that had haunted his dreams.

“My name’s Mr Gold,” he said. “And I’m here to take you home.”

Confusion made her brow crease, her lips pursing as she shifted towards the edge of the cot, almost close enough for him to touch.

“Do I know you?” she asked softly, and he shook his head, feeling tears sting his eyes.

“No,” he whispered. “But you will.”

[eirian-houpe]

War Is Coming To Storybrooke

Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Belle/Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold

Characters: Belle (Once Upon a Time), Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold, Gideon (Once Upon a Time)

Summary: What happens when parents who love their son very much discover all the hardship he has suffered. A season six 'commentary' of sorts.

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War is Coming To Storybrooke

Written for the RumbelleShowdown 2020 as Treacle_in_a_chipped_cup. Round 2 entry.

Prompts: Volunteer, Stay out of it.

They were like the ocean and the shore, coming together and drawing away, closer with the higher tides, and barely touching when the tide was low and the moon pulled them apart. Never more so than now. The gulf between them was like the drawing out of water before a tsunami.

Was that what she was trying to avoid by returning to the shop together?

Together seemed such a strange word after so long and so much strife; so many of the fragile boards of their bridges burned. Had she ever really given him a chance?

She wanted to, but his words washed away her resolve, as raw as she was, and worry and fear got the better of her. She lashed out at him, assigning blame; always assigning blame. She fought to catch a hold of that, of herself. To truly listen, not just to his words, but to the sense behind the words, the man behind them. She tried, through the torrent, the torment, of her own emotions to admit her part in all that had happened, though it was barely enough.

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[kelyon]

Kelyon’s Fics of 2020

Since TEA Time is here, I thought it would be a good idea to go through everything I wrote over the past year and, maybe, suggest what TEA categories they could, potentially, be nominated for. You know, just in case anyone wanted to check out my fics, And then, possibly, nominate them for a TEA or two. 

First things first, 2020 brought forth the conclusion of Golden Cuffs, my first novel length fanfic. In this story, Belle’s deal with Rumple is explicitly for her body. He can do anything to please or hurt her, and he insures her obedience with a pair of magical shackles. Anyone who wants just a taste can read Chapter 17, The Cap. This fic could be nominated for Best BDSM, Best Kink, or anything else of that ilk.

Once Golden Cuffs was done, I indulged in some one-shots set in that ‘verse. Trio: A Golden Cuffs Story  is five full chapters of relentless smut, featuring Rumple, Belle, and Jefferson doing almost everything it is possible for three people to do with their bodies. This would be a prime candidate for Best Threesome. I’m not sure if it qualifies for Best Rumbelle Poly Ship (because at the fic Jefferson goes back home to his wife). Try nominating it and see what happens!

Invocation: A Golden Cuffs Story is a one-shot where Rumple sees Belle for the first time and decides that he shall have her. I recommend this one for Best First Meeting and Best Dark One.

Game: A Golden Cuffs Story is some happy, fluffy, spanky smut. This is just Rumple and Belle, married in the Dark Castle, figuring out how they can love each other and be kinky at the same time. At the risk of being my own competition, I’ll ask that this be nominated for Best BDSM and Best Kink.

Nephila, otherwise known as the spider-pregnancy fic got some more chapters in 2020. This fic won the Rumbelle Monsterfuckers Ball category in 2019 so it is not eligible for any TEAs. But I put in some new chapters this year and I want people to known about it. 

Her Angel was my entry into the Rumbelle showdown this year. I got through two rounds and ended chapter two with a cliffhanger, so I had to keep going. This is my first time writing Spinner Rumple or Baelfire, so I’m going to suggest that this is the Best Of both of those categories. You might also consider it for Best First Meeting as well. (Right now this fic is on chapter three of four. I plan on finishing it in February when I do Camp NaNoWriMo)

And finally, Golden Rings. This is the sequel to Golden Cuffs. Under the curse, Mr. and Mrs. Gold are very married, very kinky, and very dysfunctional. Then Rumple meets Emma Swan and gets his memories back! He has to pick up the pieces of the wreckage the curse made out of his life and his marriage. And Mrs. Gold is left wondering what the heck happened to her husband. This work is unfinished (currently on chapter eight of around 30). But I still think it’s a strong contender for Best Storybrooke and Best AU!OUAT

I am truly grateful for everyone who has read my fics, commented on reblogs, or asked me any TMI Tuesday Questions. Rumbelle is a wonderful fandom and I am so happy to be a part of it. 

[thestraggletag]

The Thing? 😮👀

It’s the year of our Lord 2020, people, and The Thing lives on! Here it is:

WELCOME TO RUMBELLE, YOU SWEET SUMMER CHILD. I SEE YOU THERE, SO YOUNG, SO FRESH, SO WOOBIE. LET ME SLOWLY CLASP YOU TO MY BOSOM IN A MOTHERLY WAY.

HERE’S AN ARTIST’S RENDITION OF WHAT HAS BEFALLEN YOU, COURTESY OF VALOSCOPE:

NOW YOU STUMBLE AROUND, A LITTLE LOST RUMBELLE CHICK NEEDING LOVE AND GUIDANCE, TREMBLING WITH THE FORCE OF A THOUSAND BOTTLED-UP FEELS. NEVER FEAR, FOR WE’LL TAKE YOU IN, SINCE YOU HAVE BECOME

ONE OF US.

WE HAVE TEA, FOR YOUR SHATTERED FEELS. WE KNOW IT HURTS, WE’VE ALL BEEN THERE. MOST OF USE JUST DUMP A LOT OF VODKA INTO THAT TEA. IT’D BE EASIER TO JUST DUMP A TEA BAG INTO A BOTTLE OF SMIRNOFF, TO BE HONEST.

HERE, DEARIE, ARE SOME GIFS I BRING FORTH TO YOU SO YOU CAN BLOG ABOUT YOUR FEELS, AND HOW RUMBELLE RUINED YOUR LIFE AND YOU LOVE IT. TAKE THEM, DON’T BE SHY. YOU WILL NEED THEM, YOUNG PADAWAN. THEY WILL BECOME YOUR NEW LANGUAGE. BE WARNED, LITTLE ONE, FOR THEY ARE OF A SPOILERY NATURE THAT MIGHT HURT YOUR WEE EYES. THEY’RE ALSO AWESOME, SO YOU SHOULDN’T STARE AT THEM DIRECTLY.

LIKE AN ECLIPSE.

OR RUMPLE’S LEATHER PANTS.

AND SINCE THIS IS A PRETTY COMPLEX FANDOM I DIRECT YOU TO A WELCOME PAGE SO YOU CAN GATHER YOUR BEARINGS AND EXPLORE MORE OF THIS MAGICAL LAND OF CHIPPED CUPS AND SEXY SCALY MEN. IF YOU HAVE QUESTIONS THERE YOU’LL FIND ANSWERS. IF NOT YOU CAN ALWAYS SEEK THERUMBELLE TAG, AND POST QUESTIONS THERE. RUMBELLERS ARE ALWAYS THERE TO ANSWER.

ALWAYS. RUMBELLERS DON’T SLEEP.

IF YOU FEEL THE NEED FOR SOME LOVELY VISUAL REPRESENTATIONS OF THE UTTER PERFECTION THAT IS THIS SHIP I DIRECT YOU TO THE RUMBELLE ARTTAG, WHERE MANY TALENTED PEOPLE POST TALENTED THINGS THAT PRODUCE BOTH AWE AND ENVY.

AND LAST, AND THIS IS WHAT I’M KNOWN FOR…

WE.

HAVE.

PORN.

NO, NOT LIKE OTHER FANDOMS. NOT SOME PORN. NOT ANY PORN. WE HAVEALL THE PORN.

ALL OF IT.

EVERY KINK.

EVERY FANTASY.

EVERY POSITION.

FOOD SEX, PEGGING, BONDAGE, S&M (BUT THE REAL TYPE, NO INNER GODDESSES, ALL KINKY FUCKERY), CANE PORN, PRIEST PORN, CANNIBAL PORN, SHADOW!SEX, DADDY!DOM, DOM/SUB, BLOODPLAY, MIRROR-SEX, PREGNANCY KINKS, POWER-SEX, INTERSPECIES SEX, LACTATION PORN, DAGGER!PORN, RAPTOR!PORN, MAGICAL SEX AND MANY MORE.

WE LEARNED SO EARLY TO SQUEEZE EVERY BIT OF TIME OUR SHIP GOT ON SCREEN THAT WE COULD TURN A MERE MENTION OF RUMBELLE BY ANY OF THE CHARACTERS INTO A EPIC PORN OF RIDICULOUS PROPORTIONS. WE ARE LIKE THE DANDELION THAT GROWS IN THE CRACKS OF THE ASPHALT, BUT THE SMUT VERSION OF THAT.

I DIRECT YOU NOW TO MY FANFIC REC LIST, WHERE YOU SHALL FIND MANY TREASURES. YOU CAN ALWAYS GO TO THE RUMBELLE FICTAG IF YOU FEEL YOU NEED MORE RUMBELLE PORN FICS IN YOUR LIFE. AND YOU WILL. AND IF YOU WANNA HIT THE MOTHERLOAD OF RUMBELLE FANFICTION CHECK OUT THE RUMBELLE LIBRARY, RIPE WITH DECADENT FICS FOR YOUR PERUSAL.

IN THIS FANDOM WE LIKE TO CELEBRATE WITH FIC, COPE WITH FIC AND START MASSIVE FIC WARS SO THERE ARE SEVERAL YEAR-ROUND EVENTS DESTINED TO BRING FORTH MORE RUMBELLE SEXYTIMES  MOMENTS: FLOOFAPALOOZA(FOR WHEN YOU NEED TO GO ‘AWWW’ DESPERATELY), 50 FIRST HAMBURGER DATES (YES, WE GOT IT BAD), THE RUMBELLE CHRISTMAS IN JULY (FOR THOSE LONG HIATUS MONTHS), THE MAY DAY MENAGERIE(BECAUSE OUR SMUT NEEDS MORE CREATURES IN IT), THE GREAT RUMBELLE BLOWOFF AND THE RUMBELLE SHOWDOWN. IT ALL CULMINATES WITH THE T.E.A. AWARDS, WHERE WE MOSTLY CONGRATULATE THE WRITERS ON ALL THE SEX, FLUFF AND TEARS (GREAT PLACE FOR NEWBIES TO ALSO SEEK FIC RECS!).

MIND THE SPOILERS, DEARIE.

BUT IF YOU’RE ALL CAUGHT UP YOU SHOULD TOTALLY CHECK THIS TUMBLR WHICH WILL HOLD PRECIOUS TREASURES SO YOU CAN SURVIVE THE SUMMER HIATUS WITH MOST OF YOUR SANITY INTACT.

WE AIM FOR REALISTIC GOALS HERE.

IF YOU HAVEN’T YET DELETED YOUR TUMBLR ACCOUNT AND MOVED TO A COUNTRY WITHOUT INTERNET CONNECTION THEN CONGRATULATIONS, YOU INDEED HAVE THE MAKINGS OF A GREAT RUMBELLER. AND YOU’RE GONNA LOVE IT HERE.

NOW LET ME HOLD YOU GENTLY, SOFTLY, LOVINGLY.

Welcome to the fandom, dearie.

[peacehopeandrats]

The Weekly Roller

LoHouse Elf here with the weekly update.

Completed Works

Peacehopeandrats have completed and posted the following fics:

Mountains, Streams, and Magical Things. This was written for the Rumbelle Christmas In July.  Rumplestiltskin is a king of the magical world who collects magical things for a single purpose, but not all of them are as useful as he hopes they could be. When one of those useless items from the Enchanted Forest causes trouble in Storybrooke it changes the lives of everyone it touches, including the Dark One himself. Title: Mountains, Streams, and Magical Things Location: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25508239

One Word, Many Meanings was written for the first round of the Rumbelle Showdown and is pure Woven Lace smut.  Weaver wakes up late for work and must hurry through his morning, but can't ever seem to make it out the door. Is the fault his own or does someone else deserve the blame?

Title: One Word, Many Meanings Series: Rumbeelle Showdown 2020 Location: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25599616

One Lover, Many Dreams was written from the third round prompt of the Rumbelle Showdown, though this fic was NOT a part of the Showdown, and is pure Golden Lace smut.  Lacey sends Gold to the store, but not because she needs anything special. She has a plan, but is the night truly one of her own making?

Title: One Lover, Many Dreams Series: Rumbeelle Showdown 2020 Location: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25599856

Works In Progress

Peacehopeandrats are still participating in July Camp Nano. Their camp project is the  Second Chance (Series), so they will be writing for fics that are part of that work, (and not just part 1, Welcome To Storybrooke), which is the story of Gideon’s return to Storybrooke after the death of his parents and occasionally peeks into the lives of others and explores his relationships with his family and others in town. It is a post series fic.

After Camp, we imagine that Peacehopeandrats will return to the writing schedule, which is posted here as a reminder for you:

Granted, Once Upon A Crime (series), Growing Up (series), Another Atlantis (series), Awake, Second Chance (series), Once There Was A Wish (series.)

All of Peacehopeandrats fics can all be read on AO3

If you want to see where they’re at, what they’re working on etc, follow the link to below to their projects page. There you will find word counts, goals met, and their current WIP, which will be the one with the pin on the top left right hand corner.  A reminder about the Showdown: in order to keep everyone guessing, they have included a project called ‘Rumbelle Showdown?’ - this will be updated each round regardless - because no one knows if they’re taking part or not (except them).

YOU CAN FIND THEIR PROJECTS PAGE HERE.

* Weekly Roller posts are made by the House Elf, who is much better at advertising than I am and insists that it must be done.