nropay-gallery:

@leni-ba asked for cursed!Papafire in Storybrooke.
I have to contained my idea and not let it become 5+pages comic. So, this is what I’ve got. I hope you like it.
AU where Baelfire find a way back to EF before the curse hit. He become Neal Cassidy, orphan boy who work for Mr. Gold.
Neal and Gold was close, even if Gold won’t admit it. The pawnbroker feel a strange bond with the boy without knowing why. They even thought about what might have been if they are really a family…
I kinda thought about something happens during the curse and prompt Bae to run away, maybe he somehow got his memory back and decided he can’t face his father like this. He succeed, of cause, he can escape Neverland after all.
And maybe in this verse, he will decide to stay and help Emma break the curse, because, even if he knew his father has a hand in the curse being casted, he wants his father back.

virgidearie:

You see, what you don’t understand is,
I am the strongest version of us.
Because I…I’ve evolved.

#Rumpelstiltskin #not a coward #i don’t understand why they kept trying to hammer this into the audience season after season #it’s not true #it’s never been true #he was manipulated by Zoso number one #and he ended up the Dark One because he was trying like all hell to PROTECT HIS SON

Am I allowed to still be bitter as fuck that Baelfire was completely erased from the narrative of this show?

missielynne:

pissedoffatouat:

celticheartedfangirl:

And is basically erased from Rumple’s Happy Ending?  Or at least not MENTIONED as relevant to Rumple’s Happy Ending?

Cause I am.  Yes I am.

I am

I love Belle. I do. But she alone cannot be Rumple’s happy ending. She shouldn’t even be the majority of it. And to act like her and Gideon are it is just…maddening.

A Father’s Love

woodelf68:

rush-keating:

woodelf68:


For the Remembering Baelfire event, from Rumple’s point of view. Because nothing is forgotten.


I loved you before I knew you
Did what I had to
To be there for your growing up.
To hold you, to love you, to rock you through the night.
I regretted only that I couldn’t give you piggyback rides
Or kick a ball around with you
But I could tell you stories,
And sing you songs.
I could give you hugs, and kiss
Each bump and bruise better; 
I could wipe your tears away
And tell you it was okay to cry
When you were hurt, or scared,or sad.
I tried to shield you from your mother’s slights
From her indifference,
And if I could not wholly succeed
(You were always a smart boy –
My sweet, brave, beautiful boy)
Then I could make sure that you went to bed every night
Knowing that your papa loved you
More than anything in the world.
And I could be there for your triumphs,
First steps and first words and
Each new mark that I carved upon my staff
To mark your growing, into a boy
That any man would be proud to call son.
I would have died for you –
Instead I had to kill.

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And now I’m crying

…sorry?  *Pats you gently* Imagine this is Rum and Neal reuniting in the afterlife. 

#your tears will be stored to feed the muse #i seem to have collected a good supply today #i warned you guys it was going to hurt

Hope they are put to good use my friend!

A Father’s Love

woodelf68:


For the Remembering Baelfire event, from Rumple’s point of view. Because nothing is forgotten.


I loved you before I knew you
Did what I had to
To be there for your growing up.
To hold you, to love you, to rock you through the night.
I regretted only that I couldn’t give you piggyback rides
Or kick a ball around with you
But I could tell you stories,
And sing you songs.
I could give you hugs, and kiss
Each bump and bruise better; 
I could wipe your tears away
And tell you it was okay to cry
When you were hurt, or scared,or sad.
I tried to shield you from your mother’s slights
From her indifference,
And if I could not wholly succeed
(You were always a smart boy –
My sweet, brave, beautiful boy)
Then I could make sure that you went to bed every night
Knowing that your papa loved you
More than anything in the world.
And I could be there for your triumphs,
First steps and first words and
Each new mark that I carved upon my staff
To mark your growing, into a boy
That any man would be proud to call son.
I would have died for you –
Instead I had to kill.

Keep reading

And now I’m crying