officialvarrictethras:

calebdenecutie:

okay yeah thats a nice otp youve got there but have you thought about them grinding in frilly/lace/silk panties????????

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nipplethief:

oh my god

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tarranthitop97:

gepardo:

Dragon!Belle and peasants!Rum and Baelfire
Any dragon would tell you that a lot of things in King Midas’s kingdom were worth risking attacking the old greedy king’s castle. It was seemed like a glaring offense to not have at least one odd golden trinket from such place in one’s hoarde. 
It was a risk, it always was when a dragon came into contact with any human settlement, but attacking Midas’ castle was even more so. The man did not seem to understand a dragon’s need for shiny things. Specially of a clever little dragon that had been eyeing his treasure room for quiet a while. She wasn’t stupid, she would never attack the castle by herself. No, no, she was a very clever girl and waited until a much larger dragon’s patience ran out. When they attacked, she snuck by, getting first to the treasure room and having her pick of the litter. 
She was going to make it a good one, a great one! The oddest and most perfect piece for her hoard, and while looking, she came up to several statues of people, some women, some men, even the odd dog or horse. None of them really capture her attention and she was soon to turn away until her eyes landed on a statue of a man and a child. The protective stance, but fear in the man’s eyes remind her for memories of her own mother long ago. Hearing the other dragon making it’s way to the treasure room, she snatched up the statue in a hurry and ran.
The little statue of gold became the center piece of her collection, and as often other dragons seemed interest in it, she refuse to trade for any other treasure. It was hers. She would soon give up the rest of her treasure before the statue  She had earn it with her cleverness instead of brute strength. She refuse to let it go. 
When men came to the caves and killed one of her neighbors, she decided that it was time to move herself further away from the Midas castle. Moving most of her hoard was quiet easy until it came to the statue. As she moved it to her new home, she was spotted, and spooked, she ran and dived into deep lake and in the water she feels the gold turn to flesh….

This is a fabulous idea and it forced me to write this in honor of your work. 
Rumpelstiltskin looked up at the slightly taller king. He swallowed and looked into the man’s eyes, knowing that his own eyes betrayed the intense fear that pulsed through him. Despite how afraid the simple spinner was, he needed to be brave now. He needed to protect his son. 
“You have crossed me one too many times spinner. It is a crime to avoid service. Either step aside and give us the boy, or you shall be punished.” The king snarled, stepping closer, his glowing hand outstretched toward the cripple. 
“No. I will not let you kill him!” Rumplestiltskin growled back. He did not doubt the stories of what King Midas did to those who crossed him. He knew the noble had special powers, but he still refused to let the man take his son. Bae would not suffer the same fate as so many others. 
“Very well peasant.” The king sighed, smiling as if he had been hoping for the spinner to fight back. He wanted to punish the lesser man. The king sauntered forward and walked right up to the two peasants.
Baelfire cowered behind his father and Rumplestiltskin stood strait and stared into the Kings eyes, trying to be brave for his son. Bae grabbed onto his father’s cloak and watched as King Midas lifted his hand, and touched it to Rumplestiltskin’s forehead. The spinner inhaled sharply as everything went black. The last thing he heard was his son’s scream.
“PAPA!” 

How have I not seen this before?
This is great, fantastic! 
I like it!

tarranthitop97:

gepardo:

Dragon!Belle and peasants!Rum and Baelfire

Any dragon would tell you that a lot of things in King Midas’s kingdom were worth risking attacking the old greedy king’s castle. It was seemed like a glaring offense to not have at least one odd golden trinket from such place in one’s hoarde. 

It was a risk, it always was when a dragon came into contact with any human settlement, but attacking Midas’ castle was even more so. The man did not seem to understand a dragon’s need for shiny things. Specially of a clever little dragon that had been eyeing his treasure room for quiet a while. She wasn’t stupid, she would never attack the castle by herself. No, no, she was a very clever girl and waited until a much larger dragon’s patience ran out. When they attacked, she snuck by, getting first to the treasure room and having her pick of the litter. 

She was going to make it a good one, a great one! The oddest and most perfect piece for her hoard, and while looking, she came up to several statues of people, some women, some men, even the odd dog or horse. None of them really capture her attention and she was soon to turn away until her eyes landed on a statue of a man and a child. The protective stance, but fear in the man’s eyes remind her for memories of her own mother long ago. Hearing the other dragon making it’s way to the treasure room, she snatched up the statue in a hurry and ran.

The little statue of gold became the center piece of her collection, and as often other dragons seemed interest in it, she refuse to trade for any other treasure. It was hers. She would soon give up the rest of her treasure before the statue  She had earn it with her cleverness instead of brute strength. She refuse to let it go. 

When men came to the caves and killed one of her neighbors, she decided that it was time to move herself further away from the Midas castle. Moving most of her hoard was quiet easy until it came to the statue. As she moved it to her new home, she was spotted, and spooked, she ran and dived into deep lake and in the water she feels the gold turn to flesh….

This is a fabulous idea and it forced me to write this in honor of your work. 

Rumpelstiltskin looked up at the slightly taller king. He swallowed and looked into the man’s eyes, knowing that his own eyes betrayed the intense fear that pulsed through him. Despite how afraid the simple spinner was, he needed to be brave now. He needed to protect his son. 

“You have crossed me one too many times spinner. It is a crime to avoid service. Either step aside and give us the boy, or you shall be punished.” The king snarled, stepping closer, his glowing hand outstretched toward the cripple. 

“No. I will not let you kill him!” Rumplestiltskin growled back. He did not doubt the stories of what King Midas did to those who crossed him. He knew the noble had special powers, but he still refused to let the man take his son. Bae would not suffer the same fate as so many others. 

“Very well peasant.” The king sighed, smiling as if he had been hoping for the spinner to fight back. He wanted to punish the lesser man. The king sauntered forward and walked right up to the two peasants.

Baelfire cowered behind his father and Rumplestiltskin stood strait and stared into the Kings eyes, trying to be brave for his son. Bae grabbed onto his father’s cloak and watched as King Midas lifted his hand, and touched it to Rumplestiltskin’s forehead. The spinner inhaled sharply as everything went black. The last thing he heard was his son’s scream.

“PAPA!” 

How have I not seen this before?

This is great, fantastic! 

I like it!

Well..someone either found the art blog or the fanart tag.

So many likes and reblogs

phonestrumpet:

suricattus:

"um, it’s as though Twitter and Pinterest had an unholy love child that they abandoned to be raised by Livejournal."

- me, trying to explain Tumblr to non-savvy cohort

Accurate as fuck. 

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gepardo asked: I assume you are very accident prone.

amuseoffyre:

*coughs and looks at the crutch against the wall, the cut on the hand from two nights ago, the burn on the fingers from five minutes ago*

Um.

I am now assuming that you are only still alive because there is some great cosmic energy pouring every single ounce of itself to keep you breathing.

mallymunestelledusk:

gepardo I was crying about the Steve and Bucky feels you gave me to some other friends and showed them the posts, and then I started showing them some of your art….

Don’t worry, I haven’t shown them Reindeer Games….

Yet

The therapy fees are on your head.