The war is back, apparently
Which would explain why I’m spending the afternoon in a coffee shop with free wi-fi (so much warmer than my room, tbh) writing Rumpelstiltskin being self-loathing and Belle being an oblivious badass bookworm.
Operation Make All The Rumbellers Cry is back people.
I stand firmly in the side of the medics (except when writing faux incest cause that shit’s painful). I hope many will too.
See, I started out as a medic. Then I met the Tumblr fandom. And it was downhill from there. TONIGHT WE FIGHT.
(also, if you want to blame someone for my descent into angst, blame the Troll. She’s proud of it too >.>)Angsty fanfic at dawn…
Suddenly Henry’s armory doesn’t seem as much of a joke.
I’m rubbing my hands together in glee.Can artists join the battle? Cause I’m up for this.
Oh course, daring. This, for example, is one of the most painful things ever.
There’s a whole section for artists, called the Art Militia.
Here is where we store war efforts.
The war is back, apparently
Which would explain why I’m spending the afternoon in a coffee shop with free wi-fi (so much warmer than my room, tbh) writing Rumpelstiltskin being self-loathing and Belle being an oblivious badass bookworm.
Operation Make All The Rumbellers Cry is back people.
Fuck it i’m gonna say it ….
The Rumbelle War has been quiet lately … too quiet ya might say.
Hmmmm… I hear a challenge. Anyone else hear a challenge?
Did the world just implode?
Because these two posts happened in the same 2 hour block…
Marchie: A Crooked Girl (Zombie AU)
Chip: When All is Darkest (Hunger Games AU)
It was a planned attack.
The English are coming.
War back on, apparently.
Great I’ll work on the Maid and get to the part where everyone dies—I mean, cries. Cries, Part where everyone cries
Welp, time for the bit of Not Quite Yet that’s gonna rip my soul apart.
Okay, so henceforth tonight shall be known as the Battle of the Crocodile. One of the larger skirmishes of the great Rumbelle War.
That okay with everyone?
Fic: Older and Far Away (1/?)
Fic: Older and Far Away (1/?)
Rating: R, I guess
Summary: Belle was not cursed, and lived twenty-eight years while Storybrooke slept. The night Emma Swan comes to town, she finds her way back too.
A/N: The first part of this was already posted a while ago, but since I put the first three parts I wrote together (and I don’t know how many people could even find that first part) I’ve added it on here. This is what happens when I have a bad night. This is also a Rumbelle War post.
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Belle, somehow, had avoided the Curse.
She doesn’t know how, and assumes it was the Queen’s wards around her prison cell that kept all of the magic, even the darkest and most powerful of all from touching her.
She lived twenty-eight years, in this land without magic.
Fic: Not A Request
Title: Not A Request
Rating: G
Summary: “If she doesn’t eat with me, then she doesn’t eat at all” - Rumpelstiltskin demands that his new caretaker dine with him every night. Belle does not take commands well.
Inspired by the part in both the Disney and Robin McKinley retellings of the Beauty and the Beast story, where the Beast demands they together every night, and Belle initially refuses. More a ficlet than a full fic, but I rather like it.
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“Oh, and one last thing, dearie!”
He had returned: she had been calling for what felt like hours, desperate for a response from her new captor (she’d hoped employer, perhaps companion, but no, captor is the word). She’d been certain that she had been left to waste in this dark, dank little place, forgotten and alone.
“What?” she asked, holding back the lump in her throat. She would not give him the satisfaction of breaking her, of forcing tears from her eyes or sobs from her chest.
“You will dine with me, every night. This is not a request.”
GAME ONNN
(making its own post for important)
In light of recent… developments (the EPIC AND AWESOME AND OMG CRYING ABOUT IT picture Emilie tweeted):
RUMBELLE TUNNEL
DIRTY BRIGADE
SOLDIERS IN THE RUMBELLE WAR
MEDICS AND AND ART MILITANTS AND INNOCENT BYSTANDERS
I AM HERE TO INFORM/REMIND YOU THAT THE GAME IS ONNNNNNNN!This day we fight
and every other day!
HUZZAH!
#OperationMakeAllTheRumbellersCry: still going strong over six months later.
#HELL YES #FIRST PAGE OF GOOGLE #Rumbelle #rumbelle war #operation make all the rumbellers cry
Anonymous asked: Can you please explain the Rumbelle war?
The Rumbelle War was started when a load of writers (marchionessofblackadder, andachippedcup, valerieparker, accio-firewhiskey and cyprith) decided that they would like to use their powers of Rumbelle angst writing to emotionally destroy each other and all the other Rumbellers. This was in February, soon after the episode aired. The War Council was formed.
This became known as the Rumbelle War. It then spread into fluff, and then smut, in stages. It has a blog where any and all soldiers in the war (all fanficcers, fanartists, fanvidders ect) can post and share links to their work, and still hosts challenges (special attacks) and prompts.
We have an art militia for fanartists, and a dirty brigade for smut writers (which I lead, because I’m a smut gremlin and that’s how I roll) as well as a medic station for fluff. The rumbelle tunnel is what we call it when many people say I’LL BE IN MY BUNK. The bunks are connected via blanket tunnels.
The War Council has grown and changed. Cyprith left, and I (rufeepeach) and Fyre (amuseoffyre) joined. It has valoscope as its notary and iambicdearie as its secretary.
Sometimes someone says something silly like “I miss the war” or “so glad the war ended” and then a War Council member (usually Marchie or Fyre) will say “IT NEVER ENDED AND HERE’S A NUKE BITCHES” and we get another angst wave.
Anyone wish to add to this explanation? I probably missed something.
GAME ONNN
(making its own post for important)
In light of recent… developments (the EPIC AND AWESOME AND OMG CRYING ABOUT IT picture Emilie tweeted):
RUMBELLE TUNNEL
DIRTY BRIGADE
SOLDIERS IN THE RUMBELLE WAR
MEDICS AND AND ART MILITANTS AND INNOCENT BYSTANDERS
I AM HERE TO INFORM/REMIND YOU THAT THE GAME IS ONNNNNNNN!Reporting for duty!
New recruit, Private 1st Class CrankNerdGirl, signing in. Hoping to have one general angst (not related to today’s tweet) and one porn of the photo per Marquesa’s request before the day is done. We shall see. And… Gepardo… I am so, SO sorry. I’m working on it. Really-really.
It’s interesting, but getting a tad plotty.I’m not sure my rank, but I also have gotten aan angsty smut chapter out today. I hope that is sufficient, sir. I hope to have the first chapter of nun!Belle out as well.
Shall we call everyone Private until further notice? LOL LIKE WE HAVE RANKINGS.
I approve of these things. Yes. Good.
GAME ONNN
(making its own post for important)
In light of recent… developments (the EPIC AND AWESOME AND OMG CRYING ABOUT IT picture Emilie tweeted):
RUMBELLE TUNNEL
DIRTY BRIGADE
SOLDIERS IN THE RUMBELLE WAR
MEDICS AND AND ART MILITANTS AND INNOCENT BYSTANDERS
I AM HERE TO INFORM/REMIND YOU THAT THE GAME IS ONNNNNNNN!
You know what? Screw it.
Rumbelle writers, I challenge you to write the most angst-ridden story you possibly can. One shots, ficlets, longer stories - it’s all fair game. Bring the feels.
Done. It’s called the War. And if you’re still going after Marchie’s Karner Blue, then… well you’re better than I am XD
Fic: Sunday Morning (1/2)
Title: Sunday, The Early Hours (Time of Day)
Rating: oh so NC-17
Summary: Belle and Mr Gold spend their first full night together at his place, and things have to change.
The second half will be up soon, but this ended up so long it got cut in half. Still pretty damn long, though. Follows on directly from Saturday Midnight.
Part 1 - Part 2
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Gold had to wonder if he was making a phenomenally stupid mistake here.
This week was doomed to be full of them, it seemed. First visiting her on Monday and allowing the cold mask to slip just a little - if she saw truly what was beneath, how much he belonged to her and needed her, then the world would come crashing down around their ears - and then Wednesday. Wednesday had been a disaster.
He’d looked everywhere for her, and she had simply vanished. He’d thought for a few, agonising hours that he’d provoked the Curse one step too far, and that she’d been taken away entirely for his carelessness. Perhaps Regina had seen them, and been spurred into action, his Belle spirited away like so many others had been before her by the Queen. He’d run himself frantic, searching for her when she was in none of their meeting places.
Fic: All In A Row (2/2)
Title: All In A Row (2/2)
Rating: PG-13 for language
Summary: Belle listens to the same song ten times in a row (or how Belle and Mr Gold spent their two Christmases in Storybrooke)
A/N: Both a further contribution to the Rumbelle War, and a gift to you all for the Skin Deep Six Month Anniversary.
Marchie prompted: she listens to the same song ten times in a row.
Wherethewildthingsarenowadays prompted for the Six Months of Rumbelle Anniversary: Picnic: he wants to propose, she wants to snog him on the grass, misunderstanding.
The song used is Fairytale Of New York by The Pogues and Kirsty McColl.
Chapter 1 - Chapter 2
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You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
He showed up on her doorway on Christmas Day. Well, night, really, since she and her father had eaten their dinner, and he was already asleep on the couch. She was tempted to slam the door in Rumpelstiltskin’s face, but that had never been her role.
In their little tragedy, Belle knew, she was the one on the receiving end of a door slammed. Her own would always be open for him, and she hated that that would never change
