Asked by Anonymous
Well, woobies being naturally shy it takes time to perform the necessary social rituals that would enable them to interact. Woobies are naturally lone animals, at least till they find a Belle and settle down to have wee ones of their own, so it’s rare to see woobies able to overcome their natural tendencies in order to bond, but it’s known to happen.
Woobies possess the same instincts to hide and find a small measure of relief in numbers, so they’re likely to share hiding places as well as food and water. They will naturally gravitate towards seeking a Belle and in the case of encountering one neither would fight the other, as they’re unable to initiate a confrontation. Both woobies would approach the Belle, letting her decide if any of them are worthy of mating. Though some Belles will select a woobie based on personal preferences there are some that will choose both. A woobie’s desire to please their mate make them able to share the role of mate, deftly dividing amongst themselves the many tasks that come with the position.
Such woobies would also share the role of fatherhood when the time came, harmoniously coexisting and even helping each other in all possible ways. Their common goal, the happiness of their Belle and their cubs, allows for a powerful bond to forms between them.
A satellite containing various DNA samples and an experiment on animal sexuality at Zero Gravity using geckos crash-lands somewhere in the US. Rumours abound as to what was found inside but it’s all hushed.
Some 30-something years later Dr Belle French, a renowned herpetologist (an expert on reptiles) gets a call from the NASA about a possible job opportunity, all highly classified. Wanting a change of scene and an escape from the bothering advances of Gaston March, the dean of the university in which she conducts her research, she takes the job, no questions asked. After all, with the money NASA is prepared to pay her she can afford to fund her research independently.
Though she theorizes a lot about what her job will be she in no way expects what she finds once she’s admitted inside the top-secret NASA facility in Maine: a man, or so he seems, with the scaly skin and the yellow eyes typical of reptiles. The man, named Rumple by his original caretaker, a Scottish astrobiologist, had been kept inside a lab ever since he’d been discovered on the wreckage of the fallen satellite, an odd product from the combination of a gecko foetus, human DNA and a lot of radioactivity (sci-fi science FTW!).
Over the years Rumple had been the subject of many experiments, mostly led by Dr. Zoso, a Soviet defector recruited by NASA. His only other constant companions had been two assistants who’d taken the task of raising him up, educating him and keeping him company. Since Zoso and the women had died, however, Rumple had been all but forgotten.
Later, however, he’d begun to exhibit violent and hyperactive behaviour, as well as change in hormone and temperature levels and some puzzling habits. Fearing for his health- Rumple being still invaluable research material- the head of the Maine research facility, Stella Blue, had reluctantly allowed for an outsider to be called to explain and treat Rumple’s behaviour as well as becoming his new caretaker.
Cue ever-growing intimacy, strangle-lizard-like mating behaviour and some really strange UST.
(Source: Washington Post)
Asked by rdf2014
They come to me like sacrificial lambs to the slaughter. I like this. It saves time. Yay efficiency!
Not lets proceed to The Thing:
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 THE RUMBELLE 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 ART TAG, WHERE MANY TALENTED PEOPLE POST TALENTED THINGS THAT PRODUCE BOTH AWE AND ENVY.
AND LAST, AND THIS IS WHAT I’M KNOWN FOR…
NO, NOT LIKE OTHER FANDOMS. NOT SOME PORN. NOT ANY PORN. WE HAVE ALL THE PORN.
ALL OF IT.
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, MAGICAL SEX AND MANY MORE.
IF ANY OF THESE KINKS STRIKES YOUR FANCY JUST LEAVE ME AN ASK AND I WILL POINT YOU TOWARDS FANFIC WITH WHICH TO SATE YOUR NEED. AND IN THE REMOTE CASE THAT THERE’S NO FIC FOR YOUR KINK OF CHOICE YOU’LL BE PRIVY TO AN ENTIRE FANDOM SUFFERING AN EXISTENTIAL CRISIS AND LITERALLY BENDING OVER BACKWARDS TO FILL THE GAPING HOLE (GOD, I’VE BEEN WRITING PORN FOR SO LONG EVERYTHING ABOUT THAT SENTENCE SEEMED A DOUBLE ENTENDRE).
I DIRECT YOU NOW TO MY FANFIC REC LIST, WHERE YOU SHALL FIND MANY TREASURES. I ALSO GIVE YOU A REC LIST OF REC LISTS (A LIST-CEPTION, SO TO SPEAK). YOU CAN ALWAYS GO TO THE RUMBELLE FIC TAG 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: THE RUMBELLE SECRET SANTA (ORGANIZED TWO YEARS IN A ROW AND TOTALLING AROUND 350 FICS),FLOOFAPALOOZA (FOR WHEN YOU NEED TO GO ‘AWWW’ DESPERATELY), 50 FIRST HAMBURGER DATES (YES, WE GOT IT BAD) AND THE RUMBELLE SHOWDOWN (EXCITING NEW ADDITION CURRENTLY TAKING PLACE!). 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!). THEY ARE COMING UP IN A FEW WEEKS, BTW.
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.
Asked by Anonymous
What can I say? I like challenges. For the purposes of this Rumbelling, however, Predators will look much more human-like. Like scaly, huge humans with stained teeth, if you will. Sparkly disco lizards.
Maurice French always said her curiosity would be the death of her. But Belle had always shrugged him off, escaping her small town first to go to college and major in archaeology and then to see the whole wide world, taking odd jobs everywhere. But non odder than that Spencer Industries hired her for, exploring some recently-discovered pyramid in the middle of Antarctica.
Though she wonders about the need for heavy security her sense of adventure overrides her common sense, which is how she finds herself suddenly trapped inside the ancient structure, being hunted by strange creatures straight out of her worst nightmare.
But soon it becomes apparent to her that, though some of the aliens are intent on killing her, some others have other prey in mind. Her only chance of survival is to form an alliance so she jumps at the chance when one of the two-legged aliens, the shortest and scrawniest amongst them, unwittingly saves her life she decides she will stick by his side.
What started as a reluctant partnership soon evolves into a deep connection. In spite of all the barriers between them, key among them language, Belle and her companion- Rum, from the purring noises he made behind his mask- find themselves understanding each other completely. Determined to keep his new little treasure and avenge his fallen comrades Rumplestiltskin decides to rig the pyramid to explode and whisk his newfound little warrior to safety. If he killed the queen he was sure to have the leverage to make her his mate.
Well, this was a ride!
Asked by Anonymous
Actually, anon, I’ve had this idea for a while, so you’re in luck! It’s one of my “Will write someday” plot bunnies.
Snow White, known once as Mary Margaret Blanchard before Storybrooke wiped out her identity and gave her a new one, knows it wasn’t enough escaping from the secret government facility that had housed her during her years as an assassin for the US government. To truly atone for her past sins, to gain true freedom, she needs to bring Storybrooke down. To that effect she trains and plants eighteen-year-old Emma Swan as a mole for Spencer, Director of Storybrooke, to find and for Regina, second in command, to recruit.
Reluctantly and out of necessity, she teams up with billionaire businessman Royce Gold, who wants to bring down the organization responsible for killing his then five-year-old son, Baden Gold, as part of collateral damage for taking down Killian Jones, his ex-wife’s lover and notorious seller of secrets. Gold is as unpleasant as she imagined but Snow is keenly aware that it was his intervention that allowed her to escape Storybrooke in the first place, all arranged by Storybrooke’s head of IT, Belle French, recruited at sixteen under the pretence of gaining a prestigious scholarship and kept a prisoner inside the compound ever since. Regina ensures Belle’s compliance by maintaining constant vigilance over her clueless father. One wrong move from Belle and Maurice French dies.
Unable to outwardly fight Regina Belle French, known to the hacker world as Beauty, contacted Gold to offer him the opportunity to get revenge for his son, whose death had been made to look like an accidental fire.
Though Royce trusts Snow, Emma and his CIA contact David Nolan, it is Beauty the only one with whom he finds himself really connecting. As time passes their once perfunctory conversations online devolve into meaningful talks. He finds himself intrigued by Belle, who hasn’t seen the sunlight in twelve years but still looks at life like it’s full of possibilities and holds on to the idea that there’s some good in most people.
Then, one day, he finds out Maurice French died in his sleep. And on the computer there’s a message from Belle: “It’s all over. I’m free.”
Featuring Graham!Michael, Gogol Director!Maleficent and cleaner!Jefferson.
I really, really wanna write this. I don’t think I even did the idea justice here.
I fully support the idea that fanfic writers who like to write woobie!Rum should all get drunk one day and answer questions about woobies like it was a National Geographic documentary about some elusive animal.
I mean it, lets schedule this puppy.
Once its over Imp!Rum could have a go at it.
Asked by Anonymous
Well, woobies are plagued with low self-esteem, so a woobie winning a prize would immediately fret about not deserving it, about how he’s not worth all the praise and the admiration. That woobie would worry himself sick, going on a downward spiral of self-loathing and recriminations.
A Belle, of course, would immediately be summoned to his side, where she’d find him shivering, curled up in a ball and muttering about his unworthiness. She would then proceed to give him some emergency cuddles and pettings.
As you can see, the woobie’s woobieness would increase exponentially. It is a fascinating phenomenon.
Asked by tall-for-a-dwarf
I really fucking loved this one. You don’t play fair, madam.
When Archibald Hopper’s crisis of faith caused him to decide to leave the parish and drag his half-sister halfway across England Isabelle didn’t hold it against him. They had been on their own for over ten years and had grown used to supporting each other. She looked at their journey to the North as an adventure, a way to see a bit of the wide world she was so curious about. Storybrooke certainly felt like some far-off place, so different from the bucolic little town she’d grown up in. Storybrooke was all smoke and ashes, harsh and gritty.
Deciding to be brave, sure that bravery would follow, Belle set out to secure a house. Archie, bless his soul, was sweet but had no head for anything other than philosophy and religion, and she was glad to be able to have the freedom to take care of things other men would have thought unbecoming of a woman. There only seemed to be one landlord in Storybrooke, a man named Gold who owned a mill and had a rather colourful reputation, and Archie was glad when she offered to talk to him in his stead.
Though she had been prepared for a rather difficult encounter, she’d hardly thought he’d chance upon him while viciously beating a man with his cane. Gold was small and slight, but there was a harshness about him, a violent streak that repulsed and enraged her. She couldn’t help intervening, her outspoken nature taking over, and was almost glad when he carelessly dismissed her, shouting for his right-hand man to remove her from the mill.
She was surprised when he showed up at the house he had ended up leasing to them, interested in taking lessons from Archie. The two men could not be more dissimilar but they seemed to take to each other quite well and Belle had to admit that, for all his faults, she was glad the mill owner struck an unlikely friendship with her brother.
Over time Belle’s initial impressions of Storybrooke began to change. In part it was due to the friendship of Widow Lucas and her granddaughter Ruby, both loom workers at Storybrooke Mills. They were refreshingly honest and no-nonsense, independent women making their way as best they could who seemed to accept Belle’s rather particular nature. They showed her the ways of Storybrooke, introducing her to a whole new world she had lived isolated from and in turn she shared with them stories from her books about what lay beyond England, in the far-off places beyond even the reach of the British Empire.
The strangest change for Belle, however, was in the way she saw Gold. At first his intensity, his overpowering presence, had repelled her. But somehow, at some point in his regular visits to their little, book-filled house to ostensibly study with her brother, something had shifted monumentally, like a magnetic pole had flipped, revulsion morphing into a slow, simmering attraction. One by one Gold’s layers began to peel off in front of her eyes, his outward anger and contempt at the world melting off to show a much more vulnerable personality, badly scarred and charmingly shy.
Belle began to hope like she never had before, hope that Gold’s innate goodness, the gentleness he displayed with her, could be nurtured and encouraged. That she needn’t choose between the friendship she’d formed with some of the workers and the unfamiliar, heated affection she had begun to feel for their master. It was such a hope that gave her courage to kiss him, carefully and softly as one would act when dealing with a wounded animal. The fierceness of his response, far from scaring her, delighted her.
She would have never expected that a visit from her fugitive younger brother, sweet Graham, and a few poisonous words would cause Gold to lash out to her, making her hope falter. And when Ruby died Belle felt once more lost.
Asked by Anonymous
God, I love RED. I love it to pieces. Problem is that I love Ivan and Victoria but technically Rumbelle would fit the Frank and Sarah mold better.
I’m gonna follow my heart on this one. For the purposes of this Rumbelling Graham is a bit older than he
was is in OUAT (I’m still in big denial, baby).
Life for former CIA black-ops Graham Humbert is boring and uneventful… just how he liked it. He catches petty bail jumpers, flirts with his fellow colleague Emma Swan, volunteers at the local pet shelter and gives every penny he received from his early-retirement pension from the GSA to a wildlife conservation society dedicated to saving, among many animals, the Grey Wolf.
His life is disrupted when a six-person hit squad raids his house in the middle of the night. After disposing of them he thinks of Emma, who his crush has now likely turned into a way of getting to him. It is with a sad heart that he forces himself to turn the date he’d convinced her to go to into an impromptu kidnapping, trying to buy time till he finds out who wants him dead.
His first stop is to his mentor, Victor Whale, infamous at one time for his clinical approach to killing and now voluntarily admitted to a psych ward after also retiring early from the CIA due to an incident involving his younger brother. He dismisses Graham’s tale as paranoia but when CIA hitman Sidney Glass knocks on his door he can no longer deny the truth.
To the increasing annoyance of a pissed-off Emma she’s dragged around in search of reinforcement as Victor and Graham track down Jefferson Madden, another former black-ops agent and paranoid conspiracy theorist who might have information.
As they begin to uncover the plot that’s behind their assassination attempts it becomes quite clear that what they’re facing might be too much for them. An unhappy Victor proposes they go see former Russian agent Ivan Zolotov, known once as Rumplestiltskin, to help them infiltrate the CIA headquarters in search of the last pieces of the puzzle. Though he at first refuses Emma is surprised that all it takes is a well-placed question from Jefferson (Don’t you miss the beauty of the old days, Ivan?) for him to acquiesce.
Though they get the answers they seek they soon find themselves chased once more and Jefferson proposes they seek refuge with their former MI6 contact Isabelle French. Though to Emma she appears the most well-adjusted of them all, not to mention incredibly young for a retired agent, it’s soon apparent Belle misses the thrill of the old life and takes little cajoling for her to join the team. She encourages Emma to give Graham a second chance, telling her that he’s worth fighting for and once you find someone like that you don’t give up. Not unless you’re forced to.
The inspiration for Belle’s words soon becomes clear to Emma when an attempt to get answers from the man who seems to be at the centre of the conspiracy, Albert Spencer, results in an ambush from which there seems to be no escape. That is, of course, till an unmarked van whisks them to safety and inside a slightly-panicking Zolotov runs his hands all over Belle French, frantically asking her if she is okay. Unmindful of her blood-covered body Belle hauls him close by the tie and kisses him senseless, making it pretty clear he is the “person worth fighting for” she had been forced to give up.
Though Graham sputters and protests at what he sees as a new revelation (and Victor and Jefferson roll their eyes, clearly unsurprised) Emma cannot help but find the bizarre situation strangely sweet. Perhaps, if love that strong that endured time and irreconcilable differences could exist for them she might perhaps stand a chance with Graham, if people would stop shooting at them for five seconds. Besides, she has to admit she was starting to enjoy herself a tiny bit.
Asked by nothingeverlost
Okay, three people wanted this so I guess I’ll rumbelle it. Disclaimer: I’ve had this idea for a while. I even started writing it but the other day Lotus0kid published a fucking great Masters of Sex Rumbelle fic that everyone should read (seriously, go read it now) so I decided not to write this fic. I have plenty of other ideas and, seriously, Lotus’s fic is great. I’m thrilled she wrote it.
Royce Gold hates owing people favours. Usually people owe him, and that’s how he likes it. He relishes being in control, pulling people’s strings so they dance to his tune. But his desire for a son had led him to promise William Masters anything in exchange for his expertise in getting his wife Millie pregnant.
In the end he’d gained a son only to loose his wife, who found motherhood boring and filed for a divorce before Baden had learned how to walk. Bill had never asked for anything in return for his miracle except for his standard fee but Royce had always felt he owed the doctor somehow and wished he’d asked for something already.
So when desperation drove Masters to cash in on the favour he was relieved, even though it involved Royce participating in an activity that had never held too much appeal to him: sex. For him sex was awkward and too intimate, painful on his leg, fleeting in its satisfaction and all-around too much of a hassle.
Reluctantly he strips off in front of a one-way mirror, dons a blue robe and waits for the other guinea pig needed for the sex study. He expected someone his age, some dumpy nurse roped into having to endure him for twenty minutes. Instead he’s surprised to see a young woman, altogether too enchanting to truly be asked to bed a monster. As he clumsily forces himself to touch her she draws him into conversation, and gradually her charm does away with their awkward shyness. Caresses soon turn to kisses, their bodies connecting as seamlessly as their minds. Twenty minutes with her had Royce reconsidering everything he thought about sex so when Bill’s assistant, Mrs Johnson, asked him about becoming a regular subject in the sex study he agreed readily.
Soon he was looking forward to his Friday night appointments at the hospital, becoming infatuated with a woman whose name or occupation didn’t know, but who he felt closer to than anyone else. He’s shocked, then, when one day it’s not her who appears but some other woman, a red-head who, as lovely as she was, didn’t appeal to him at all.
His demands to have his partner reinstated are met with a stone-faced denial, Dr Masters blathering on about the study needing different partner combinations to gather reliable data. No amount of threats can get him the brunette’s name either, and all he can manage to cajole out of Masters’s secretary Betty was that his partner had had a similar reaction, refusing to participate in the study further when she’d been paired up with some new, strapping fellow.
Hoping to threaten Bill into handing him the name of the woman Royce attends Washington University’s fundraising gala, in spite of his dread at once more being accosted for donations. When the chancellor corrals him and offers to introduce him to one of the “charming librarians of Ridgley Hall” he barely pays any attention, his eyes wandering around the room, eager to spot Bill Masters amongst the growing crowd. When his attention drifted back to the chancellor he’s shocked to see his auburn-haired little beauty beside him, her eyes widening as recognition spread through her.
"Royce, I want you to meet one of our best librarians, Isabelle French. If anyone can convince you donate some much-needed money to our ever-expanding library it’s her."
Asked by allisquish
Emma Swan found it hard enough being regular teen fresh out of foster care and struggling to make ends meet as a petty thief. So when a little kid seemingly falls out of the sky and announces gleefully he’s her “future son” travelling back in time to reconnect her with her “past life” as the Princess of the Enchanted Forest and daughter of King Charming and Queen Snow she decides enough is enough.
But one small brooch and some fucking magic later Emma can no longer be in denial. After all there is no ignoring the fact that she can transform into some sort of magical warrior princess, though she hardly sees the point of it all. The kid, Henry, informs her he was sent back in time to prepare her to face the same dark magic that once ripped apart her native kingdom. It had only been Queen Snow’s quick thinking that had enabled them all to be reborn on a Land without Magic through the power of the Silver Crystal, which had gotten lost along the way.
But she hadn’t been able to kill the threat, the Evil Queen from the Nega Kingdom, and so now it was Emma’s job to finish her off. In Henry’s time the Nega Kingdom had grown into a powerful threat so it had been decided he would travel back and help his mother rally her troops quickly before the Evil Queen had time to find and destroy the Silver Crystal, the only thing that could truly end her.
Henry’s top pick amongst her mother’s warriors is, without a doubt, Belle French, a.k.a. the Blue Warrior. Once upon a time, in the Enchanted Forest, she had been Lady Belle, the Kingdom’s librarian and water-elemental, whose wisdom and good council Emma desperately needed. The blonde herself is hardly impressed by the mousy librarian of the local college, too kind and naive for her taste, but she had to admit the brunette had a head for strategy and an uncanny ability to deal with the Evil Queen’s lapdog, the Dark One, who seemed to turn to putty in Blue’s hands. Henry was adamant about keeping the fact that they were True Love to himself, having been warned by his grandfather himself not to meddle too much, lest he change the future for the worse. But it was hard, as it was not jumping into his dad’s arms whenever Neal Cassidy, known in a previous life as Baelfire, crossed his and his mom’s paths, a fellow thief who enjoyed flustering Emma a tad too much and that enjoyed donning some medieval garb and a mask to help when magical problems went down.
Featuring Mars!Tiana, Jupiter!Ruby and Venus!Ariel.