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lamour-est-la-force · 6 months
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Me: Once Upon a Time season 1 is so cozy and comforting :)
ouat s1: government corruption, a woman almost having to give her baby away against her will, a mine collapsing with a child inside, a girl locked in a mental hospital, arson, homeless children needing to steal to survive, said homeless children almost getting separated in the foster care system, infidelity, drugging and kidnapping, attempted muder, actual murder, a murder trial that has nothing to do with the real actual murder, a man slowly and painfully turning into wood, etc.
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cheetahspy · 1 month
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“Do we have a deal?”
This is a redraw of art I made back in 2020 (I refuse to show the old piece though 😭), and I still haven’t seen anyone else make this comparison!! Rumplestiltskin and Alastor would be a fun deadly deal-making duo😂 Would you make a deal with those two😳
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Am I the only one that sometimes randomly obsesses over characters from fandoms they've never even heard from?
Like, I've learned that a show called "Once upon a Time" existed last week.
Will I watch it in the future? Probably Not.
Do I know what it's about? Barely.
Would I let this man kidnap and step on me?
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Yes, yes I would.
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kazoosandfannypacks · 6 months
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My sister is rewatching OUaT s2 and she will not stop referring to David as "The Dark One's Wingman"
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inkperch · 2 months
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Pfft, like Alastor wasn't giving me enough Rumplestiltskin vibes, he went 'I'll do you something reaally, really specific. You'll owe me. A favour :)'
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ekktoplasm · 1 month
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What if I fucked the dark curse out of Rumplestiltskin, then what? What if I made him my pretty little housewife? What if Belle had two boyfriends and her boyfriends were boyfriends?
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He's waiting, absolutely waiting for belle.
He's freeze there forever waiting let's be honest.
It looks awfully dark so I wouldn't blame him if he thought she wasn't coming.
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Wait he sees her!!!
That little smile! The hope and joy is back in his galaxy eyes.
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Oh shit gotta run and act like I wasn't aching and waiting like I was dying without her here.
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Gotta hurry and get back there before belle sees the glimpse of you waiting and watching for her.
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*gets there .2 seconds before belle does*
*panting and wheezing*
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"Oh? You're back? Hmm time was just FLYYYING without you here. I barely noticed your absence except for my straw dwindling down"
Rumple "play what cool" stiltskin.
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He knows he isn't playing this cool.
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She knows you're full of shit rumpy boy.
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Cmon admit it! Admit it admit it admit it!
Also the way she's teasing him!!!
She KNOWS that he Knows that she knows he's full of shit. But instead of calling him out she's just teasing him.
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I love his little grimace grin here.
Like he's trying SO HARD to hold back.
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his-lost-one · 2 months
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honestly it’s so frustrating trying to figure out how old pan actually was. my current guess is roughly 250 bc hook once said that he was in neverland for about 200 years and rumple was probably a little over 50 when he killed milah and hook decided to go to neverland and yeah idk. almost feels like too short of a timespan but idk idk. to an extent, any guesses like that are irrelevant because ✨time doesn’t pass in neverland✨ except it kinda does??? like what does it even mean for time jot to pass except for that not aging thing???
like it makes so little sense actually. because the dreamshade poison was able to travel through david’s body, so it’s obviously not completely static in terms of bodily functions and metabolism. but also that cut devin got from henry never healed like at all as far as we saw in the show, so it’s obviously not on the same level as in other realms.
so like my theory is that some type of time has to exist in neverland, otherwise everything would’ve had to have been more static, but the time in neverland is slower or at least seems slower than normal time.
another example for this is imo when wendy spent that one night in neverland the first time and was surprised that she had only been gone for a day bc she thought it was longer.
another question i have here is how old rumple is by the time the neverland arc happens bc he was never really in a situation where time was altered after his first time being on neverland and being in storybrooke (although that’s debatable bc time did still pass there but more in a soft groundhog’s day kinda way and again without aging and everything). bc if we figured out rumple’s age we could also figure out hook’s, baelfire’s, and pan’s ages with at least rough but grounded estimates.
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Hey, friend. Random question, who's your favorite ouat character?
I dont have a clear faviuorte, but my top two are as follows:
Regina is definitely up there purely for her story line. The fact that she is constantly changing but also remains exactly the same throughout? Beautiful. I could go on and on, but that's a separate point.
Rumplestiltskin is purely for the vibes, his motives are so interesting, and sometimes he's right, if you only shift perspective a little. His whole motive was love and it got TWISTED and I live for that. Boy do I spin him in my mind and play the kahoot music. (Don't get me wrong, would not like him as a person, but as a character? Different story.)
I could go so in depth on Regina istg don't even get me started.
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amethyst-geek · 10 months
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For the past few years, I have been imagining a story where the Disney Princesses and their respective princes are superheroes. Similar to Once Upon a Time (which I would like to incorporate characters and elements from into my story), I would have this show re-imagine some characters as being related. For example, I have mentioned before how I would like to have a modern Disney crossover cartoon depict Snow White and Cinderella’s respective princes as being brothers with Philip from Sleeping Beauty being their cousin (with Philip also becoming Eric’s cousin). I would also have this hypothetical show go with the popular fan idea of Anna and Elsa being Rapunzel’s cousins (preferably via Ariana and Agnarr, partly because I’d want Iduna’s backstory to be a combination of the backstories OUAT and Frozen II gave her). I would also have the Stabbington Brothers as two of Hans’ brothers (but not Rudi and Runo like most fans believe them to be, as Rudi and Runo are stated to be fraternal twins with Runo being stated to have blonde hair). I would also re-imagine one the the Duke of Wesleton’s bodyguards (specifically Francis, the one without the mustache) as another 1 of Hans’ brothers, specifically the 2nd brother, even though I don’t think them being brothers is the case in Frozen. And if I’m allowed to use characters from Once Upon a Time, you can bet I’m going to have Rumplestiltskin turn out to be the grandfather and/or great-grandfather of several of the main characters (including Adam, aka the Beast from Beauty and the Beast as Rumplestiltskin served as the Beast’s OUAT counterpart). And those are just the “related in the adaptation” ideas I can talk about without spoiling the story. Oh yeah, I’d also have Snow White and Aurora be maternal cousins with their mothers also being the cousins of Anna and Elsa’s mother. I was also thinking of having Adam be Aurora’s adopted older brother. 
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ravenknockss · 4 months
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CHAPTER THREE: HAUNTING PAST
CHAPTER SUMMARY: Baelfire and Rumplestiltskin rejoin the others as the adults grapple with information of Marceline’s past.
SUMMARY: A war of centuries has been raging on Neverland, Lost Girls versus Lost Boys. When they escape the island and the grip of Peter Pan, the two factions must reconcile with each other in a brand new world.
WARNINGS: implied cannibalism, child abuse, child soldiers, dehumanization, graphic depictions of violence, mentions of gore, misogyny, implied underage teenage sex, implied sa, religious trauma
AUTHOR’S NOTE: cross posted on ao3, MDNI 16+
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The shadow’s cold grip released itself, sending Neal plummeting through the humid night air and into the twisted canopy of rough branches and damp leaves. He grunted and groaned, haphazardly trying to shield himself from the blow of the trees, before he fell to the ground with a loud thud. Letting out a pained grumble, Neal stood up. Despite his predicament, a wave of nostalgia pushed through him. He was actually here, on Neverland, after so many years away. Neal let out a sharp breath, steeling his resolve. If he wanted to reconnect with his family, with Henry… he’d have to go through Peter Pan first.
Just as he prepared to traverse the jungle, a familiar drawl from behind him spoke, “Welcome home, Baelfire.”
Neal turned, meeting the eyes of Pan’s second, Felix. Neal let out a breath through his nose, watching as Felix straightened himself from the tree trunk he leaned on and sauntered over to him with his usual swagger.
“Felix,” Neal sighed. “What’s all this about?”
Felix held up a length of rope, staring down at Neal with his cold steel gaze. “Let’s not make this messy, Baelfire.”
“Oh that’s too bad… I do like messes…” Another voice rasped from behind them. Neal and Felix froze. Turning, Neal locked eyes with a small girl who couldn’t be older than fourteen, bones sewn together as makeshift armor. She looked over at Felix, charcoal eyes sparkling wickedly behind a few loose strands of her fiery red hair. “Been a while, Felix…”
The hooded Lost Boy pulled his club off of his shoulder, surveying her cautiously and readying himself for attack. Neal gulped, watching as the girl stepped toward them, eyeing Felix as if he were prey.
“Annabel,” Neal murmured, body tense as he watched the bones move on her form, mind wandering as to who those bones belonged to.
As if flipping a switch, Annabel turned to the older man and beamed happily. “Bae! You’re back!”
“I’m not here for you,” Neal snapped. “I’m here for my son.”
“Oh that boy that got dropped here a few days ago?” Annabel scoffed. “Yeah, Pan’s toys got to him first…”
“You’re not getting the boy,” Felix snapped, stepping toward Annabel and pushing her into the tree trunk with his club. “Neither of you. The Heart of the Truest Believer… belongs to Pan.”
“Oh my god!” Annabel groaned ostentatiously. “Again with all of this truest believer bullcrap.”
“What’s it to you?” Neal asked.
“All this time spent on this stupid war over some scroll that Marceline drew up for Pan centuries ago?” she scoffed. “You’d think that little green chucklefuck would have gotten bored by now…”
Felix pushed his club further into her ribcage.
“What did you say?” Neal murmured. “Marceline told Pan about my son?”
“That kid’s your kid?”
“Yeah!”
“Shit.”
“You’re kidding me,” Neal seethed, pushing past Felix and grabbing Annabel by the collar. “You’re saying I trusted her? And she’s the reason Pan’s been after my son!”
“Uh… what? No! No. What I meant to say was—“
“Shut up! Don’t lie to me. Don’t you fucking lie to me!” Neal roared, furious tears building in his eyes. “I trusted you girls…”
“You knew us as well,” Annabel chuckled impishly before lunging forward and sinking her teeth into Neal’s arm. He screamed, releasing his grip and stumbling back. She stepped forward, blood smeared on her lips as he cradled his bleeding arm in his hand. “If only you’d remember I bite… Now, that’s going to get very infected if you don’t treat it soon. Thankfully I know just who to go to! And you can work out your issues with her when you stop bleeding. C’mon, Baelfire! It’ll be just like the old days and Kathy’s cooking has only gotten better.”
Felix stepped in front of her, his club keeping her at arm’s length. “Like hell I’m letting either of you go. Now… hand over Baelfire and Pan’ll get you situated in a lovely cage fit for the beast you are.”
Annabel let out a chuckle. “Who says you were going to let me have Bae? No, Scarlet…”—Felix rolled his eyes at the nickname.—“We’ll take him.”
“We?”
Just as Neal realized she did not come alone, a small girl jumped down from a well-hidden tree branch behind Felix and knocked him out with one blow to the head. With Felix down for the count, Neal gaped at the girl in shock. She was young. Too young to be on the island and in Pan’s grasp, but definitely too young to take out a gargantuan seventeen year old boy with years of combat experience, even if the boy was distracted.
“Good job!” Annabel beamed.
“Thanks!” the girl grinned back. “Just like you taught me!”
Neal stared down at the girl. “How old are you?”
“I dunno,” she shrugged. “Seven, maybe?”
Staring at Annabel who nodded in confused agreement, Neal asked, “So you’re turning seven year olds into child soldiers now?”
“This island is literally filled with children!” Annabel scoffed. “We’re all child soldiers here.”
“Where the hell are you taking me?”
“The Echo Cave Outpost.”
“I thought your crew operated in Pirate’s Cove.”
“Bimonthly meeting with Marceline. Strictly business.”
“I’m not going anywhere near that place.”
“Not yet,” Annabel sighed. “We’re making a little pit stop on the way.”
“Where?”
“Rumplestiltskin’s camp.”
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Baelfire sat in the mess hall, surrounded by the crystalline statues under the Mermaid Lagoon. After spending months running from the Lost Boys, hiding out in a cave, he enjoyed having a place to return to. As he stared down at his lobster stew, he smiled and took a bite. A home, that’s what he missed.
“Bae!” a cheerful voice called. He looked up to see one of the new girls waving him down. He nodded, picking up his bowl of stew and walking over to her table.
Sitting down, Baelfire noticed a few familiar faces at the table. Imani, head of escape research, happily ate her stew while pouring over neatly drawn charts. Esther, the head guard and high siren of Neverland, who had always surveyed him with suspicion and made him feel small under her piercing gaze, sat next to the dark-skinned scholar with the same accusatory glare. Marceline, the leader of the Lost Girls and former Queen of Neverland, the one who had welcomed him and sheltered him in the Echo Cave Outpost, sat across from him and took a break from her books.
“Hello Baelfire,” she smiled kindly. “How are the clothes? I hope we had some in your size.”
“Oh no, these are perfect!” he answered sheepishly. “Better than the ones I got when I was with the Lost Boys…”
“Speaking of which,” Esther began, nodding over to the new girl. “That’s Annabel, my new apprentice.”
“You have apprenticeships here?”
Annabel piped up happily next to him, pushing her wild red hair out of her face, “Yuh-huh! Esther saw me escaping from the Lost Boys and offered to train me.”
“How did you get away? Those boys know the island backwards and forwards!”
“I grew up in a butcher shop,” Annabel giggled. “And I know human anatomy backwards and forwards.”
Baelfire froze, staring at the young girl apprehensively, “I… I don’t follow.”
“Well I didn’t have a knife to… butcher them up so I just took a few chunks out,” Annabel shrugged, giving an emphatic bite on the piece of lobster in her mouth.
“You… ate them?”
“Only a little bit of them…” Annabel sighed, putting her hand in her chin and balancing the spoon in between her finger and the table. “I mean, I did try to warn them. Then they said that I was all bark, no bite… I really showed them, huh!”
Baelfire stared at her, frozen, as she devolved into a fit of maniacal giggles.
“So… Marceline?” Baelfire inquired in a squeaky voice.
“Yes?” answered Marceline.
“Do you choose who gets to be here or…”
“Oh of course! All girls—or boys in need of shelter from Pan—are welcome.”
“Huh,” he squeaked before turning back to his stew, unable to stomach the sight of the lobster floating on the surface.
Annabel leaned toward him. Baelfire swiftly recoiled, face screwed into an expression of confusion and terror as she sniffed softly.
“Patchouli! That’s it!” she beamed loudly, making him jump out of his skin. “Hey, you gonna eat that stew? It’s gonna get cold.”
“Uh… I guess I’m done…”
“Okay!” she smiled, snatching it from under him and hastily digging the pieces of meat out. He stared at her, stomach going queasy as she bit into the lobster noisily. “Oh! Sorry, it’s just been a few weeks since I’ve eaten…”
“That’s fine,” he answered quietly. “Uh… that butcher shop you grew up in, what kind of meat did they carry?”
“Human.”
“Human?” he shrieked. “You mean that you grew up in a slaughterhouse?”
Annabel turned to him and stared at him blankly for a bit before shrugging nonchalantly, “I guess so.”
“Why were you hanging around the prelude to a cannibal cookout?”
“I was the example for the others in the cages,” Annabel answered. “Y’know, starved, whipped, beaten, and stuff… to make sure they didn’t get too many ideas in there.”
“Oh my god… Annabel, I’m so sorry.”
“Why are you sorry?” Annabel shrugged. “And besides, I have a really strong jaw and super sharp teeth because of it! So… what are you in for?”
“Sorry?”
“Why are you here? I mean you had to have come to Neverland because you felt unloved or lost or something.”
“My father abandoned me.”
“Oh jeez, that sucks. Who’s your dad?”
“Rumplestiltskin. The Dark One.”
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Standing in front of the fire, Rumplestiltskin surveyed the flames, getting lost in the dancing heat. The ferns behind him shook in a faint rustle, too big to be an animal.
“Come out, dearie,” he said with his usual lilt.
“Hello again Papa,” Neal’s voice answered.
As quick as lightning, Rumplstiltskin turned, finding his son standing in front of him. “Bae! What are you doing here? You’re dead! This must be one of Pan’s tricks!”
“It’s not a trick, I promise!” Neal answered, hands raised in surrender.
“How are you alive? You were shot!”
“I survived. Oh and Robin Hood’s debt to you has been paid.”
“You were back in our land?”
“Yeah,” Neal breathed. “When I was falling through the portal, I started to get a bit sentimental.”
“To be expected of course,” Annabel’s voice grinned from behind them. “After all, when you’re about to die your life flashes before your eyes.”
“Who are you?” Rumplestiltskin snarled.
“I’m Annabel, leader of the Pirate’s Cove Outpost, Lost Girl, and a lieutenant to Marceline—Queen of Neverland,” she answered, giving a bow. “You must be Bae’s father, Rumplestiltskin! I’m a big fan of your work!”
“What?” Rumplestiltskin and Neal asked in unison.
“Oh not the ‘ruining people’s lives’ thing, but I mean the business model you’ve built and not to mention the incredible schemes!” Annabel gushed. “It’s masterful!”
“Don’t think you can win me over with flattery, girl.”
“Oh I don’t need to win you over,” Annabel giggled as Neal blew poppy seeds at the Dark One, watching him fall to the ground with a thud and a light snore. “Well, that’s our errand done! Help me lug him to Echo Cave Outpost?”
Neal paused, but nodded begrudgingly, slinging his father over his shoulder. “My son, Henry, he’s been taken by Pan and you say that he has the Heart of the Truest Believer that Marceline told Pan about centuries ago. Do I have that about right?”
“Uh… yeah, sounds good to me.”
“And so why the hell would you ever think I’d just go with you to the main Outpost!” Neal snapped, preparing to run off into the jungle. Just as he was about to, the younger girl brandished a knife up at him with a sinister grin. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, kid?”
“I may not be able to reach your throat, but I can definitely make sure that Henry’s the last kid ya have,” she grinned.
Annabel chortled under her breath as Neal stared down at the girl, shocked at the fact a seven-year-old threatened to chop his balls off. Staring into her eyes, he recognized the same bloodlusty glint in her eye that had made its home in Annabel’s.
“Fair enough,” he answered, stopping in his tracks.
“Great stuff! Now, tonight’s pierogi night! You two do not want to miss that!” Annabel rambled. “It’s gonna be a feast because of the meeting!”
“Well, I am hungry. As long as I’m not eating people pierogi…”
“Don’t be silly! We wouldn’t eat people, only Lost Boys!”
“What?” Neal yelped.
“I’m just kidding!” Annabel giggled. “Their meat’s too tough anyways.”
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Emma sat on the wall of the Echo Cave Outpost, looking over the thick layer of Dreamshade below. The more she stared at the sinister briars, the more she noticed about them. It was blooming. Dark pink flowers grew along the vine with deep green stemen and blood red pollinators sticking out of it. She wondered if the pollen from the deadliest poison in the realms was also capable of killing.
A happy voice rang out below. “We’re ba~ack!”
Wondering who, exactly, was back, Emma turned and craned her neck over the edge of the wall. What she saw nearly made her fall. It was Neal and a young, red-haired girl carrying a limp-bodied Rumplestiltskin into the compound with an even younger girl next to them.
“Neal!” Emma cried. “Neal! You’re alive!”
Upon hearing Emma’s voice, Neal dropped his father and ran up to meet her. “Emma! Emma!”
When they met in front of the stairwell, Emma and Neal locked lips tearfully. “I never thought I’d see you again! I thought you were dead!”
“I know, I know,” Neal answered. “But hey, I’m here now, and we can all find Henry together.”
“We will! Oh! I need to introduce you to Marceline!” Emma smiled.
Neal’s eyes darkened at the sound of her name. “No need. I’m familiar.”
Annabel gagged and nodded at her young apprentice to pick up the other end of the middle-aged man dressed in black leather. Just as she took his feet, Rumplestiltskin stirred quietly before frantically kicking the girls off of him and snatching Annabel’s throat.
“Where am I? Where’s Bae?” Rumplestiltskin snarled.
“Welcome to the Echo Cave Outpost!” Annabel smiled, easily escaping his grip. “As for Baelfire, he ran after some blonde lady.”
“Emma’s here?”
The voice of Regina answered from behind him. “We all are.”
Rumplestiltskin turned and glared at Regina. “What are you doing here? Why aren’t we getting Henry?”
“It’s a work in progress,” Regina sighed. “But here is better than out there. We’re protected from Pan’s magic here.”
“Are we? Or are we caught in another one of his traps?” Rumplestiltskin snapped before walking off. “Stay here and enjoy your vacation, Your Majesty. But I’m getting Henry.”
He approached the main gate and tried to open it, jiggling the handle before realizing that it was locked. Growling, he lifted his hands to the wood and began to mutter an incantation under his breath. Regina watched amusedly as the door glowed green and launched Rumplestiltskin to the other side of the compound.
“Yeah, I forgot to mention,” Annabel sighed, appearing at the groaning man’s side. “Ya can’t leave.”
“Well then, if I can’t leave then I’ll kill you all and break out,” Rumplestiltskin growled lowly.
“Be my guest, but you won’t get out,” Annabel said before gesturing to the doors. “Those wooden doors, they’re constructed of the wood of pixie dust trees. These stone walls? Hewn from the walls of the Echo Caverns, now called the Echo Cave. You have no hope of leaving unless Marceline wants you to.”
“Well then, take me to this Marceline,” Rumplestiltskin snapped.
“I dunno,” Regina said. “You might like her…”
“She’s trapped me in her pixie fortress! What’s there to like?”
“Her magical prowess… knowledge, potential,” Regina answered. “She’s our best bet at getting Henry back. She’s been fending off Pan for centuries! Just meet her.”
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As Marceline stood in her room, looking out onto the jungle canopy below, the door burst open. Turning expectantly, Baelfire—aged quite a bit—storming over to her, with the rest of the adults following close behind.
“What the hell kind of game do you think you’re playing?” he roared.
“Hello, Baelfire. It’s been quite some time,” Marceline answered before quietly adding, “Though that time has not been kind…”
“You gave Pan the scroll that led him to Henry?” Neal spat.
“What? Neal! How could she have known that?” Snow scoffed. “She’s been isolated on this island for so long and Henry just got here a few days ago!”
“Not entirely true,” Tink’s voice piped from the corner. “Marceline can do something that others can’t. Bae?”
“Marceline here… she can see the future,” Neal chuckled mirthlessly.
“That’s impossible,” Rumplestiltskin answered, surveying the bubbling substances on the workbench. “Time stands still in Neverland.”
“Not true,” Neal replied. “According to Marceline, Neverland is separated from other timelines, which makes the future hard to read. Hard enough that you can’t see the future, but Marceline can. She told Pan about Henry.”
“What?” Emma asked.
“You…” Regina seethed.
“I did,” Marceline answered softly. “But before any of you try to kill me, at least allow me to explain… everything.”
“Knock yourself out,” Neal scoffed. “It won’t change a damn thing.”
“My father left me to be raised by a nunnery because he was frequently on expeditions. I was born a curious child and the nuns weren’t exactly open to me questioning their faith. They beat and abused me until I did it myself. I would have breakdowns, panic attacks, and psychotic episodes frequently. Eventually, they sent me out to work in a textile mill when I was old enough. The pay was crap and the work was grueling, not to mention I saw threads that weren’t there. The day I turned eight, I had one of the worst attacks of my life and damaged a year’s profits worth of equipment.
“They sent me to a hospital—Danvers State Hospital, to be exact—for treatment. I didn’t get what I needed, only got worse. Eventually the hospital got crowded and I had two roommates, Katherine Morozov and Evelyn Torrer. Katherine’s quiet and Evelyn was…”—Marceline smiled fondly.—“a kind of person I’d never seen before. Even though she was being electrocuted, isolated, put in a straightjacket like a beast, she never once lost hope. But then lobotomies were invented. Kat and I got the same electroshock, isolation, binding, but Evelyn had it much worse than all of us because she didn’t show any change. As a result, she was one of the first ones on the list and I had seen what those lobotomies did to other patients so I planned our escape. Evelyn’s appointment was moved up and we barely got her out in time. She was all drugged up and they were getting ready to cut into her skull. But we got out.
“Fortune was on our side because I recognized my father’s ship in the port and… blackmailed him into letting us join the crew. Those years were the best of my life, traveling the world and learning about different animals and cultures… and then Evelyn got malaria. I don’t know what time you come from, but back then, there was no cure. I searched and searched but I didn’t find anything.
“In my dreams, back at the hospital and while Evelyn had malaria, I would find myself here in Neverland. The strings of light I had seen all my life led to a great sheet of golden silk. When I touched them, I could see the future. Then I met a boy named Peter Pan. He was curious about my ability, claimed he wanted to teach me how to control it but said I’d have to come to the island in person to learn. I told him about Evelyn and how I had to stay. Apparently Evelyn also visited Neverland in her dreams because he knew exactly who I was talking about. He offered to heal her with the magic of Neverland and so Katherine, Evelyn, and I were taken by the shadow that very same night.
“It was strange because in all of those dreams, I should have felt young and free but I had never felt more caged. The way Pan talked reminded me of the nuns when I was younger, but I ignored it for Evelyn’s health. We were on the island for about a year. Built a cottage, documented the behaviors of the animals and the growing seasons of local crops, trading with the Axengliro Tribe, making friends with the mermaids. Then Pan came to collect on his promise. He healed Evelyn for good and taught me how to better control my ability.
“Evelyn saw him as a friend, but there was something lurking underneath that kept him at arm’s length to me. The first generation of Lost Boys were already there, helping Pan. Eventually, Evelyn got to know them and they quickly looked to her as a sister. Katherine and I were more… mother figures. As time went on, Peter broke down my defenses and—“
Emma stared at her. “And what?”
“We fell in love,” Marceline grimaced. “He made me… his queen or whatever the fuck he wanted from me. As it turns out, he wanted to find the owner of the Heart of the Truest Believer. He told me what it meant and I realized… I realized that Evelyn had one of those hearts, but I wasn’t going to let him take my lo—my friend, so I searched through the unwoven threads of fate and I found another—Henry Mills. I drew Pan a picture of his face and thought it would satiate him for the time and he’d forget about it like it was just another game.
“Once I became the… Queen of Neverland, the shadow started to bring more girls over to the island. There were so many girls that they actually outnumbered the boys. Despite our advantage in numbers we were treated much… differently than the Boys. They would go off on their adventures and have fun, leaving us to clean up the mess. Though their time away gave me ample chances to educate the girls in combat, linguistics, science, art, mathematics… we created languages and learned the language of the Axengliro Tribe.
“However, the Boys would view us as… objects to be used. Mother, counselor, maid, whore… As time went on, I snapped and I kept on snapping. That was when Peter realized that I couldn’t be controlled as easily as he thought, the fire in me that he loved so much was growing too fast and too hot for him to handle. He tried to quell my spirit by killing Evelyn, the only person I… I ever truly loved, that I would burn the world for. He tried to blame me for her death, saying that I could have avoided it.
“It would have worked had it not have been for the vivid voices of those nuns in the back of my mind and it clicked. He was never my friend. The Boys were petty, cruel, and useless. Peter Pan and the Lost Boys ceased being human to me the minute Evelyn’s heart turned to dust. But something else happened in that moment…”
“Yeah,” Neal interjected. “Pan told me back when I was a Lost Boy. You connected with the island and awoke the magic potential inside you.”
“Ah! So he doesn’t just lie,” Marceline grinned. “That’s exactly what happened. And now that my everything was gone and the one who took it from me is still alive, I rallied the girls and some of the Lost Boys who were close to Evelyn. I created the Outposts, I forged alliances with every other force on the island, I made weapons and poison that have taken the lives of countless Lost Boys.”
“That’s putting it mildly,” Neal scoffed, eyes tearing. “You killed those Boys brutally. I remember seeing entrails falling from the trees in Pan’s campsite. You mangled and mutilated them beyond recognition. Don’t pretend you’re innocent in all this!”
“I’m not,” Marceline shrugged. “I just want Pan gone, I want him to suffer and grow old like he was always afraid of. You’re going to take Henry back home with you and the Lost Boys when Pan’s defeated. My only request that you take my girls and give them a better life. I doubt that you’d want me in Storybrooke after everything you’ve heard. I’m quite prepared for spending the rest of my days here or being tortured in hell.”
“That so?” Neal scoffed. “We’ll see.”
“I don’t regret as much as a hero would,” Marceline said evenly. “But I’m not a hero. Villainous would be putting my… life choices mildly. And I know for certain that if Evelyn was here to see what I’ve done to those Boys, she’d loathe me and be disgusted by me but I don’t care. She isn’t here. I do what I have to in order to send a message to Pan and the Lost Boys and look out for my girls. I may be a lot of things, but I like to pride myself on selflessness.”
“Selflessness?” Rumplestiltskin scoffed. “What makes you say that?”
“One thing that I’ve noticed from looking at the lives of those consumed by magic and power is that they are addicted to it,” Marceline answered. “They always choose power over those they love. I refuse to fall victim to the addiction, I haven’t. Whatever may pass, I will always choose my girls over myself and my magic. If it means giving them a better life, then I will gladly give my own. In other terms, Katherine has cooked up some scrumptious pierogies so get them while they’re hot.”
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Regina sat down at the table with the others, nibbling on her pierogi, as they debated what to do with Marceline.
“We can’t let her come back with us!” David urged. “She’s cruel! She’s… well, she’s evil!”
“So was I,” Regina snapped. “And besides, I’ve seen the potential in her. And I know you have too, Gold.”
Rumplestiltskin nodded. “Magical in every way, she’s a prodigy. Her knowledge and eagerness to learn could come in useful against other foes we may come across in Storybrooke.”
“And isn’t it your whole shtick as heroes to give people second chances?” Regina remarked, glaring at David.
Snow sighed, “I agree with Regina. Marceline is damaged, misled, and definitely on the wrong path, but it’s not like she’s pure evil! Besides, she didn’t have to admit to Neal’s accusations but she did. She was honest and open and I think that’s something to consider about her character.”
Neal groaned. “She’s just like Pan! She plays games! She manipulates people, their fates! In Storybrooke she could kill everyone’s happy endings!”
“Neal’s right,” David answered. “It’s too risky.”
Emma straightened up. “I agree with Mary-Margaret. She’s just broken. She’s not evil.”
“How do you know that?”
“Her eyes. They were genuine,” Emma sighed. “And also, I had a fascination with true crime and paranormal stuff when I was younger. I don’t remember a lot but, Danvers State Hospital? That’s in our realm. She’s from the Land Without Magic and… that hospital was horrific. They called it the birthplace of lobotomies. The living conditions were terrible, it got so overcrowded… It’s no wonder that they escaped and went off to Neverland.”
“Yes,” Regina added. “And I know what it’s like to go in a spiral after losing someone I love. If she does come back with us, then I can take her in. Hopefully our familiar experiences will be enough to build a connection…”
“See? More of a hero every day,” Emma smiled. She turned to Hook and Tink. “Any thoughts you two?”
“We were here on the island in the middle of it all,” Hook grimaced. “We’ve seen the worst and experienced the best… whatever you decide we’ll go with.”
Tinkerbell nodded.
“Alright then,” Emma said. “By my count, Mary-Margaret, Regina, Gold, and I are in favor of bringing her back. David and Neal are against that.”
“Sounds like you’re outvoted, boys,” Regina sneered. “Now, I’m going to go talk to Marceline.”
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fairytalepsuedonym · 2 years
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ive had a realiation that whatever geopolitical system they have in onve upon a time trchncially have a statute of limitations on murder. Because usally thefe isnt one. If you kill someone it can come back and haunt you decades after the fact. But there are plenty of characters that are KNOWN murderers. That just get away with it? In a way.
My guess is it was written in the legal text as "100 years" or "200 years" and then someone just passes that limit and they cant be tried retroactivley for a urdsr everyone knows they did.
Maybe regina getd around to fixing this little loophole. But it doesnt seem so imoortant once everyones happy together in the united realms so maybe she just never dos get around to fixing it.
@wicked-storybrooke @bstormhands @boldlyshamlessfangirl etx
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oautincorrectquotes · 5 months
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Belle: I can't believe you assassinated the King!
Rumple: Well, 'assassinated' implies it was politically motivated. I killed him because he was a dick, so technically I murdered him
Belle: That's not better!
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kazoosandfannypacks · 2 years
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