Asked by Anonymous
It’s been all but confirmed that “the undoing” is not killing but something else and I think it’ll have to do with the Dark One. Even Pandora’s Box might be involved (we don’t know what is going on in there and, technically, Henry is the reason why Rumple ended up in there).
I’m kinda curious as to when someone in the show will point out the obvious “undoing is not a synonym of killing” angle.
Asked by Anonymous
He had choices, every single step. Limited choices, sure, dire choices, of course. But he was not some powerless puppet of fate.
And what I love about Rumple is that he never kids himself about that. Deep inside he knows he’s fucked up.
Asked by Anonymous
Ok, let’s break it down. And sit down, anon, we’re gonna be here a while. First, the superficial physical aspects:
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It’s really sad that, deep down, Rumple’s problem is one: he doesn’t think people will willingly stay with him. He thinks eventually everyone leaves him, everyone he loves.
Interestingly he deals with it in two different ways: he clings to Bae desperately, to an unhealthy degree and he pushes Belle away constantly, no matter how she tries to stay by his side and how much she stresses that she does so willingly.
In the end, however, it gets him the same result: loneliness.
So in this past episode once again it is emphasized the huge role Rumple played on anything that has ever gone right in Snow and Charming’s lives. All for self-interest, of course, no one will ever deny that, and all for a profit. Still it is safe to say that Charming and Snow would’ve been toast if not for Rumple (Charming specially, a likely candidate for starvation and a child-sized grave before the deal that made his brother a prince).
You have to wonder, then. Charming and Snow freely recognize that Rumple has helped them and that often for a price that is worth paying (so not all of Rumple’s deals benefit him solely while hurting the other party). Then, because Cinderella made a wish and signed a contract without reading it and Rumple comes to collect they lock him up. I’m not against that in the sense that, really, the Dark One has done plenty to merit a lock up. And I’m not even gonna stress how it’s still unfair that he gets imprisonment and Regina, who ordered a whole village slaughtered, gets banishment.
What I AM going to point out is that Charming and Snow didn’t seem to take into account the many other people that might profit from Rumple’s magical help. No fairy is ever moving a muscle for most guys (them included sometimes). Some people have serious problems like ogres at the fucking gates that can only be solved with the help of a powerful magician. Those people, whose lives might even be in danger, wouldn’t mind paying a price for dealing with Rumple.
Are Charming and Snow gonna help those people? If so, how?
It’s just interesting to think what would’ve become of Snow and Charming if, say, King George had locked Rumple up when his son died or when he didn’t like the replacement he got.
You know, I haven’t stopped to think about this but… I’m really gonna miss “suit and cane” Gold. We’ll get FTL Rumple in flashback almost certainly, Darker One in NVL but… Mr Gold is unlikely to appear in a while. I know that there are gonna be moments (can’t say more because spoilers) but I was used to getting an eyeful of Mr Gold almost every single episode.
I’ll miss you, Dolce suits. Come back to us safe.
One of the few spoilers we’ve gotten for this season (it’s been deadly quiet on the front, which is great, but it’s kinda bad that the promotion is also being kept to a minimum) is that Rumple’s father is gonna appear. The casting call describes him as dissatisfied, self-centred and ruthless. Now, who does it sound like?
Did someone say Cora?
Actual peasant abuse aside (of which we saw little, Eva being a little bitchy is hardly that) Cora’s main issue is dissatisfaction. She’s not happy being a poor peasant. She doesn’t want just general happiness, she wants powers and riches. Apparently Rumple’s father seems to suffer from the same “I hate my life” affliction which, of course, doesn’t turn you into the best father ever. Neither does being ruthless or self-centred.
So we can safely assume Rumple grows up abused (emotionally, at least) and unloved by his father, then is taken in by his elderly aunts, haunted by the memory of his dad. Still he grows up a fairly nice person, but encounters hardship and unhappiness in his life, is either abused (emotionally) or neglected by his wife and ultimately, in an effort to protect his son, is fooled by an evil entity into acquiring a curse that brings both power and misery.
Change the pronouns and that’s Regina.
I find the parallelisms fascinating. It could be taken further. Both encounter lovely young princesses that see the best in them, but they reject their love for power. Both want a family, but their own actions drive their loved ones away. Both get second chances and sometimes struggle to honour them.
I think the key difference is self-awareness. And it’s a big, big difference. Rumple sees himself as an irredeemable monster (kind of a comfy posture, since it enables him to refuse to try and change) and Regina sees herself as a blameless victim of everyone and everything (as do some, but not all, of her fans).
I hope the appearance of Rumple’s father won’t bring about any Rumple apologists. I know most dearies are not like that, which kind of makes it really easy to have long discussions of “Rumple, the fuck did you do now?!” with people who like the character but are not morally blind. And I do hope it reinforces the message that, though your past and your context shapes and limits you, it seldom robs you of your free will. Everyone has choices to make. Look at Snow, whose life wasn’t easy. Or Belle. Or Emma.
You have power over your own life. And that also means you are responsible for the choices you make.
Part one can be found HERE.
Started as a prompt.
“Would you love a monsterman ? Could you understand the beauty of the beast ?”
Circus Rumbelle. Child Belle / Monster Man Rumple.
It was later in the day than Belle would have liked as she arrived at the open field where the circus was set up - but it had been a couple miles she’d walked to get here. Her mom wouldn’t bring her again - had said that one trip to the circus was enough. Nothing could persuade her. Not even Belle’s promise to not complain about cleaning her room for a year. So Belle ran away.
She had to.
She’d made a promise to the Golden Man. (She didn’t know his name, and refused to call him Monster, even in her head.) Sure, he hadn’t believed her when she said she’d come back - but that just made her want to keep her promise even more.
Belle snuck into the park, near a place where the trailers for the circus performers met the woods. She was used to sneaking around, and small enough that no one noticed. She would have paid to get in if she could. Clearing the trailers there was no longer a need to hide as she joined the main crowd of attendees.
Remembering her path from the day before, it only took Belle a few minutes to locate the tent. She looked up.
SEE THE MONSTER MAN!
The lettering was harsh, in bright red, with the words “Monster” looking as though they were dripping with blood. It should have been gold lettering - maybe with a more flourished style. It didn’t fit him at all.
She took one of her remaining dollars and handed it to the same attendant from yesterday, who no longer looked bored. He gave her a nod of acknowledgement as he accepted her payment.
"Back again, eh?"
She nodded silently, not sure what else to say.
"Well, be careful with that one - he might not seem so, but he’s very dangerous. Don’t go near the bars."
"I’ll be careful, Sir." Belle widened her eyes a bit, trying to put on her best unassuming face.
He eyed her skeptically. “See that you are.” He snapped the dollar between his hands before putting it carefully away and waving her inside.
It was slightly darker in the tent than yesterday, given the hour. It hadn’t quite started to grow dark outside, but would begin to soon.
"Hello?" she whispered into the shadows as she approached the cage. She kept her voice low, aware of the attendant (guard?) just outside.
"Well, well." a voice drifted out of the dark. "So you did return." he sounded genuinely surprised.
"I said I would." She tossed her hair, as though this was something she did every day.
He moved towards the bars, wrapping his hands around them. ”Why did you come back?”
"I wanted to talk to you again." she confessed. “And, you said if I brought you something to trade - you’d let me touch you."
“I didn’t say that, little one. You did.”
Belle brew a breath out, causing the hair near her face to float briefly. ”Don’t you at least want to see what I have?”
He remained still, saying nothing. Belle reached into her pockets. She’d spent all last night raiding her collections, trying to find the best things. Yet - he’d already taken her most precious possession yesterday, and Belle could find nothing to match it. Maybe if she put on a brave face, he would believe these things were important.
"I was in the woods one day, and found a stone that had the shape of a fish on it." she pulled the stone out, her mom had told her it was a fossil. “It’s…millions of years old. Way older than you."
"All rocks are millions of years old, dearie."
"This one has the shape of an ancient creature, though." she knew there was a slight whine to her voice.
She screwed up her courage, and forced a smile. ”Ok, then - how about this flower?” she pulled a cloth out, unfolding it to reveal a pressed blue violet. It was a unique color, and once it began to wilt Belle had kept it instead of leaving it to rot on the forest floor.
He tilted his head slightly, as though considering.
"A candy bar?" she knew she sounded pleading.
"No, Thank you.” his voice was once again mocking. He seemed to do that a lot. ”Don’t you have anything you truly treasure?”
"The most important thing I have you took yesterday." she said, frowning. He was silent a few moments.
"There is something you can give me. A very important thing. Something that would signify everything about you."
"What?" she asked, excited “Name it."
He giggled, his voice high pitched. ”Spot on, little one. Your name. I want your name.”
She furrowed her brow, confused. ”It’s Belle. Belle Marie French.”
"Belle." he said her name slowly. “A beautiful name.”
Belle found she was blushing, despite herself. Her mom had told her what her name meant, but she was a ‘tom boy’ - she tromped around in the forest and always came home covered in dirt. Nobody ever said anything about her was beautiful. Nobody except her parents. And everyone knew that didn’t count.
"It’s just a name. I would have told you if you’d asked.”
"Oh, but this is so much better, you see?"
"I don’t see." She still didn’t know his name.
"We’ve made a deal. You gave me your name in trade, and that gives it power. Magic."
"You can use your magic in there?"
"No, but these are only temporary accommodations" He said, his hand gesturing.
"So, you have a plan to get out?" She crept closer to the cage.
"I’m working on it." His tone was unhappy.
"What’s your name?"
"You don’t have anything else to give me for that information, Belle.” He emphasized her name, highlighting the fact that he now possessed something she didn’t.
Belle frowned. ”You’re not very good at having friends, are you? You can’t just always demand things in return all the time. Especially names.”
"Oh?" He asked, sounding interested. "We must not be friends, then. I don’t recall that you’ve parted with anything for free just yet, either."
She moved a bit closer, now at the line of hay bales. She perched on the edge of one. She chewed on her bottom lip, considering.
"If you won’t give me your name, then… I’ll just call you Mr.Gold." she nodded more to herself than him. It was a good name.
"I’ve certainly been called worse."
"Mr.Gold…" she began, and stood.
"Monster!" A harsh female voice sounded from behind her, and Belle jumped, turning around. A woman with short black hair, dressed in a short, dark dress with severe red lipstick strode in. Belle took a step away from her, towards the cage, but the woman’s eyes landed on her. Belle tried to hold her gaze and not flinch.
"Well, hello little girl." The woman bend over slightly, and smiled at her. It made Belle’s skin crawl.
"Are you enjoying the circus?" She tilted her head.
Belle glanced over at Mr.Gold. He remained unmoving, sitting close to the bars as he was before. She looked back at the woman.
The woman followed her glance over to the man in the cage. ”Oh, don’t let him scare you. He is a dangerous monster, but we have him locked up nice and tight.” She might have been imagineing it, but Belle could almost feel loathing roll off Mr. Gold behind her for the woman.
"Still" she continued “It’s dangerous to talk to him. He’s a sneaky monster." she cocked her head slightly. “You didn’t tell him anything about yourself or give him anything, did you?"
Belle shook her head. “No, ma’am.”
The woman smiled. “Good. Are your parents around?” she looked around the room, as though they were hiding in the corner.
"They let me come to the circus on my own."
"Well - it’s actually against the rules for children to be here unaccompanied." Belle didn’t remember reading any signs that said that. “Come with me, and we’ll get you home safely." She held out her hand towards her.
Belle eyed the offered hand, and glanced back up at her eyes. ”Who are you?”
"Oh, she’s the steward here." Mr. Gold’s voice piped up for the first time since the woman entered the room.
The woman sent him an annoyed glance. ”I am owner and manager of this circus.”
"Owner is it? And why don’t you tell us how you went about obtaining it Re-gin-a?" he was being more scathing now than at any time Belle had heard him.
"I don’t need to engage in conversation with our attractions.” she sneered, lifting her head slightly. She was quite literally looking down her nose at Mr. Gold.
"And yet here you are." He sounded delighted. “Tell me Regina, did your guard dog outside alert you to the fact I had a visitor?"
"He told me he saw an unaccompanied child, yes." No one had reported anything yesterday.
"She doesn’t like it when I have repeat customers." he said, directing his response towards Belle. “Suspects I might use them to plan an escape. She’d close this tent, but it amuses her too much to know that I’m now just an attraction.” He giggled.
"Come along, girl." the woman named Regina said again, ignoring Mr. Gold’s comment, but clearly irritated. She held out her hand again, and Belle couldn’t think of a way to refuse taking it. She slipped her own hand inside.
Walking out with Regina, Belle took one last look towards Mr. Gold as he watched them leave. She would come back, no matter what.
I love, love, love this to pieces. The potential. The interactions. Everyone so in character. I’m hugging my laptop to my bosom, which is the closest I can get to gathering this fic into my arms.