I am so sorry that I haven’t been on. Finals are coming up which means a butt ton of semester papers. So until the semester is over, I’ll be on my personal blog. The good news, is that I have a sideblog, where you can RP with me if you want.
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For anyone who may want my other OUaT Blogs:
David: milesvertitpastor.tumblr.com
Darcey (my Fem!David): justalowlyshepherdess.tumblr.com
I'm trying to get them back up too, so if you want to chat or RP you can hit me up on either those blogs or this one. :)
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Send me <3 for an AU where everyone is born with their soulmate’s name tattooed on their wrist like a birthmark.
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"Well, well, well. What have we here? What do you need, dearie?"
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//GUESS WHO ISN'T SICK ANYMORE?!
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PSA: Sorry that I haven't been on. I've been fighting draining sinuses and it's been killer. Hopefully, I'll be back soon.
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"Well, a lot of people in town know your mother from her last case. They're just curious busy bodies."
"Hello...?" Johannah called, entering the pawn shop, she liked Storybrooke so far.
Gold turned, giving the girl a little smile. “Hello, dearie. What can I do for you?”
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"Well, Johannah, it's a pleasure to meet you." he said, helping himself to a green lollipop.
"Hello...?" Johannah called, entering the pawn shop, she liked Storybrooke so far.
Gold turned, giving the girl a little smile. “Hello, dearie. What can I do for you?”
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"Of course I can get you home but with magic. All magic comes with a price, dearie, and being a maid is my price for getting you home." he snapped, tossing her to the cold floor. "Did you ever think that you don't fall apart but merely unravel yourself? Spend more time cleaning and less time trying to escape and you'd lose your limbs less often."
"Stop it, your hurting me!"
"If you’d stop struggling this would hurt less, dearie." Rumplestiltskin muttered, keeping a firm hold on her wrist as he dragged her to the cellar. "I need a maid and since you answered, you have the job."
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"The one and only. And who might you be, sweetheart?" he asked, pushing a jar of lollipops forward, a silent offer.
"Hello...?" Johannah called, entering the pawn shop, she liked Storybrooke so far.
Gold turned, giving the girl a little smile. “Hello, dearie. What can I do for you?”
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