Neal Jack Cassidy

Name's Baelfire, but I go by Neal Cassidy now. My life is a never-ending story. I've been a pirate, Lost Boy, a lover & thief. I'm trying to better my life even if I can't forgive myself. Join me, won't you? Indie Neal Cassidy, multi-ship/multi-verse, semi-selective rp blog. Please read rules before interacting. Ask box is always open. Tracking: dreamcatchercassidy. var fhsf = document.createElement('script'); fhsf.src = "//tc.freehostedscripts.net/tcounter.php?url=dreamcatchercassidy.tumblr.com&name=Followers&a=1"; document.head.appendChild(fhsf);document.write("");

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Swanfireheart is my main blog, so if you see I have unfollowed you it’s because I am trying to tidy this dash. I will be following with one of the following:

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I want to rp!

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Moving

Hey all... I kind of moved blogs? Whoops....I just had the urge to make a new blog and my finger slipped. It felt like time to make him a main blog. Please be sure to follow him here. I look forward to all sorts of shenanigans. I have a bunch of drafts on here. I’m not dropping them. I will be replying to them either here or there. Just... be sure to follow him.

The link again

That’s a rambling an announcement. I’m sorry

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It was happening. It was actually happening. Emma’s gaze followed Neal as he knelt down, her heart beating faster in her chest - strongly enough that she could hear it, she was pretty sure. A brief smile came to her lips when he said something about a speech that was left in the car, a little exhale of a chuckle passing her lips. Those memories, the carnival, the promises - they were all very close to her heart, despite the years passed and all the tests and trials. Years ago Emma wouldn’t have believed anyone who told her she would get to this point, eventually… Yet, here she was. 

For a moment she was silent, letting it all sink in, staring at Neal with watering eyes. Emma couldn’t be blamed for it, all history considered. She blinked, her body finally starting to react as she moved in her chair, a smile showing again. Emma nodded. “Yes,” She finally said, voice small, a happy little laugh following the answer. “Yes. Yes, you idiot, I’ll marry you,” Emma added, bypassing the ring for now and instead moving to tackle hug Neal and kiss him, laughter muffled by his lips against hers.

Neal stood on the spot, but he wasn’t still. He never was still for very long. Some part of him moved. It could be his fingers tapping or his head nodding or his feet shuffling. When he stayed still he felt anxious; that was not a comfortable feeling. Right now toes were curling and uncurling in his shoe as he stayed on one knee with the engagement ring. “You don’t have to accept.... we technically aren’t even dating. I don’t know what I was thinking,” Neal mumbled. “This was stupid. I’m stupid... I should’ve given you space. I just love you and want to make you happy. If it’s not me, okay.”

He was rambling. He should shut up. He was ruining the moment. As Emma stared at him, he stared back with fear and hope and love in his eyes. He waited. He felt his heart race and palms sweat. Then she answered. “You will?” Neal gasped as Emma tackled him and kissed him. “Are you sure? Are you really sure? Also, you haven’t suddenly become a minion of my grandfather, have you?” He said that as a joke. Hopefully, she understood. He couldn’t believe it. Neal kissed her. As he did tears sprang up but he didn’t care. 

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swanfireheart replied to your post “[ hi hello does anyone remember me listen this semester is killing me….”

Welcome back! We need to do rp things!

[ hi! definitely! hmu whenever u want c: ]

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Yes! We should do more things. <3

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“I don’t think Storybrooke would burn down if I missed one day of work, right?” Her head feels like it’s about to explode, and her body is seemingly refusing to cooperate. Emma has never considered her couch and favorite blanket as inviting as she does now. Perhaps a movie and some microwave popcorn as well. She looks at Neal with wide pleading eyes. “Pick a movie for us to watch?”

“I don’t think so. You did come to Manhattan and hunt me down. Storybrooke was a’okay then,” he agreed, coming out of the bathroom. He had a damp washcloth in his hands. He folded it and placed it over Emma’s eyes. “This should help. Um... are you sure?” He wasn’t just asking if she was sure about him choosing the movie, but also him being here and taking care of her. He wasn’t entirely sure where they stood.

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Elemental Aesthetics

Send me ☂ and I will Bold what always applies to my muse, Italic what sometimes applies to my muse, and Strike out what doesn’t apply to my muse. Then tag some people (if you want)! Or you can just fill out for your own character if that’s more up your alley. 

Earth

Mushrooms - Dried leaves crunching underfoot - Budding Trees - Sand between toes - Tall grass - First robins of Spring - Turquoise - Old Books - Dark Chocolate - Wool sweaters - Horseback riding - Chess - Olives - Coconut macaroons - Green - Plum - Ants - Pot pie hot from the oven - Brown - Teal - Plain coffee - Caramel on ice cream - Flowers peeking between rocks - Stone bridges - Basements - Squirrels scampering - Walnuts - Centaurs - Werewolves - Fresh gingerbread

Air

Rocking chairs - First bite of watermelon - icy lemonade  - Attics - Fresh parchment - Canada Geese migrating - Icing - Vanilla cupcakes - white chocolate - Macarons - Handkerchiefs - Fields of Daisies - Breeze on a hot day - Yellow - Lavender - Blue - Iris bouquet - Checkers - Folk Music - Fresh cut grass - butterflies - dragonflies - Cream - Feather Dusters - Lace curtains - Swinging at the park - Fairies - Pegasus - Weather vane

Fire

Fireplaces - Crackling Embers - Chili - Salsa and chips - Gauze - Fireflies/lightning bugs - Sunset - Sunrise - Grilled vegetables - Hamburgers - Dragons - Phoenix - Popcorn - Scarlet - Black - Gray - Orange - Rubies - Opals - Autumn leaves - Drums - Lightning - Candles dripping wax - Blowing glass - Roasting Marshmallows - Sparklers - Apple Picking - Tartan - Truth or dare - Foggy morning

Water

Floating in a lake - Mermaids - Sirens - Sea foam - Waves crashing on rocks - Claw-foot tubs - Sandcastles - Drawing in the sand - Aquamarine gems - Icicles - Surfing - Salad - Frozen cherries and grapes - Periwinkle - Peach -  Beige - Mist - Cucumbers - Shrimp Cocktail - Marco Polo - Skating -  Silence of snow at night - Bubbles - Netting - Reciting Poetry - Gulls calling - Sailing - Sun-dried tomatoes - beach-wavy hair - Fountains

Metal

Copper compass  - Silver rings - Gold coins - Gilded pages - Rose gold necklace - Raccoons rummaging - Forging horseshoes  - Emeralds - Homemade pizza - Distressed denim jeans - Dwarves - Hippogriff - Thunder - Lightning - Tigers - Mahogany - Slate - Pewter Steins - Walking on Pebbles in a Stream -  Shadows on the wall - Cedar chest - Peacock blue -  Wine-touched lips - Bronze statues - Burnt umber

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“Manners maketh man.” (from dreamcatchercassidy to Emma)

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“Is that so?” She chuckled and raising an eyebrow, “Do tell.”

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“That is true, 100%,” he said as they neared Granny’s. “May I offer you my arm so as to properly escort you within this fine eatery?”

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          “— It’s been a long day,” Emma explains the second Neal opens the door, before any greeting whatsoever. The fact that she’s holding a bottle of wine would have raised questions, anyway. Might as well get the answers out of the way. “And I may or may not have burned my dinner, so the smoke smell in my place is unbearable. Let me in?”

Neal raised an eyebrow. He wasn’t expecting anyone, especially at this hour. No one tended to visit; no one seemed to want to visit. He understood. He was the new guy in town. The only three things people knew about him was he was Rumplestiltskin’s son, he’d broken the Savior’s heart, and he had a rap sheet. “Yeah, ofcourse,” Neal said, opening the door enough for Emma to come in. “I didn’t even know you cooked. You didn’t burn the house down, right?”

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* things said meme

things you said over the phone

things you said with the tv on mute 

things you said when you were proud

things you said under your breath

things you said with sorrow between your fists

things you said when you were lost

things you said when our world began to crumble

things you said with too many days between us

things you didn’t say at all

things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear

things you said you’ll never forget

things you said with clammy hands 

things you said when fear cut deep

things you said while a fever stole your mind

things you said with rage between your teeth

things you were afraid to say

things you said when no one else was around

things you said when the sun was shining

things you said with blooming bruises and stinging cuts

things you said when we were safe

things you said without thinking

things you said that kept me grounded

things you said you loved about me

things you said you hated about me

things you said when you lied

things you said with scraped knees 

things you said with tears in your eyes

things you said while holding my hand 

things you said in the car

things you said under the stars

things you said at my grave

things you said at the kitchen table

things you said on the porch at 3 am

things you said in a gas station parking lot 

things you said in a hotel room

things you said in the waiting room

things you said while you stroked my hair

things you said that made me feel loved

things you said when i was crying

things you said while i cried in your arms 

things you said when you thought i was asleep

things you said in your sleep

things you said when you kissed me goodnight

things you said after a nightmare

things you said before death snatched you

things you said that i wish you hadn’t

things you said when it ended

things you said when you met my friends

things you said when we first met

things you said when they took me away

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continued from x for @honorandarms

It had been seven years - seven long years - since Neal died in her arms. Every day hurt, every time she looked at Henry, she was reminded of him. He looked more and more like Neal every day. It was a dull ache that never quite went away. That afternoon, she was in the back office, working on some paperwork, when she heard her name being called in that familiar voice. But, there was no way. She immediately grabs the gun that was holstered at her hip, cocking it as she walks out in the the hallway. “Who are you?” She tries to stand firm, gun pointed at the intruder, but she can feel her hands shaking. There’s no way it’s him. She watched him die. They buried him. Neal was gone.

The world swam around him. Well, the floor before him swam around him (at that moment the wooden floorboards was his floor). Little flecks flew in front of his eyes. They were either floaters, bits of dust, or stars. If it was stars, it wasn’t literal stars, but those that came when exhausted or a head knock, the latter had not happened. He tried to stay conscious as he sat there. Emma did not need a passed out person in the police station. Speaking of Emma.... His head darted up at the sound of the gun and her tone. “Emma, it’s me,” he whispered. To try and break the tension, a joke came to mind. He just spit it out. “It’s Neal. Don’t kill me. I kinda want a longer reunion than we’ve been having.”

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continued from x for @darkensavior

“Hi.“ Emma said softly as she was looking at Neal. She didn’t expected him to be here at all. Like why is Neal here. The last person she thought. She wanted to sit up straight but the blonde was still too weak, to do anything at this point.

“I have felt better. What happened?“ She asked since she noticed she was laying in the hospital at the ICU since she was attached to all kinds of monitors.

“Hey,” he whispered again. His voice was low and raspy. He sounded exhausted. He probably looked exhausted; Neal hadn’t exactly looked at himself in the mirror in weeks. He probably looked thinner - he hadn’t eaten much. Neal hadn’t done much of anything except stay at Emma’s side. “Lie still. You need rest.”

He chuckled and nodded. “I imagine,” Neal mused. “Uh, there was an accident. It involved magic. I don’t really know all the details. I didn’t ask. It’s been a month...” 

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“ there hasn’t been a day that’s gone by where i haven’t regretted leaving you. ” (from dreamcatchercassidy)

Emma stared at Neal listening to what he had to say before being taken back by his last few words. Her mouth flew open a bit before closing and smiling a bit towards him. 

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“I’m sorry for what I did. I’m sorry for not talking to you. I’m sorry for being a coward,” Neal continued after giving Emma time to react. He needed to fill the silence. “I didn’t want to risk you not having your parents. I was afraidI“ would’ve held you back.

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multistoty‌:

“My names Henry. Are you Neal Cassidy?” His smile pulled easily on his lips. This was his second trip to bring back a parent. Emma had told him this story before, but he was to much of a dreamer to not believe there was hope of finding the man, especially after no pictures or name were mentioned. One prick on the finger and a search of the internet had given him another answer. Sneaking away from the savior, snow white, prince charming, and the evil queen was much harder the second time. Swords and concerned glances seemed to be the devil of mission vader. “I am your son.”  It felt right to stand so close to him. Seeing the way that any of his features changed or eyes light up.

@warriorswithheart

Neal stood at the door, staring down at the stranger at his door. What should he do? Should he call child services or the cops or go ask Tamara (who was coming down the hall to see what was going on) what to do? It was too early to be having visitors. “Umm... that’s what it says on my driver’s license, so I think so,” he said in response. “What’s it too... what?” The kid had continued talking. Neal had basically interrupted this Henry. “You’re my what? Kid, I don’t have any kids. I don’t even have potted plants.” He wasn’t even sure what he meant by that. It had made sense in his head. He was too tired to think. 

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luv, the tumbeasts

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Perfectly sums up rping....

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imnotacharacter‌:

“I wasn’t just gonna go full out and say fork.”  She gaped.  “We can’t say fork either?  What the here kind of forking place is this herehole?!”  Looking around the house they were in, it all looked very…massive, which was already giving Emma issues.  She hated the too big room they were in.  “Is this your forking fathers idea of a gift?”

“Why not? It’s not stopped you before? Ummm.... when did you start using fork in profane? That does not sound like you,” Neal asked, clearly confused by the whole situation. “Umm... what’s a herehole and isn’t a forking place a place where we eat?”

He looked around the house. He’d never seen the place. It was so big and so clean. It not a comfortable place. “Uh... honestly, I don’t know?” he admitted. “It must be someone’s idea of a gift or a joke....”

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// So many - thank you so much //

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I would’ve sent more if the ask limit hadn’t been reached. :)

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@dreamcatchercassidy sent 🤠 for a starter from Emma

“Neal,” Emma sounded exhausted, defeated as she carried their crying baby into the living room. “I can’t get him to stop. He just keeps crying and crying.” She did a little bounce with the baby in her arms, looking like she’s on the verge of tears herself.

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 “Uh, the talking doughnuts are in aisle four,” Neal mumbled, raising his head off the pillow. He blinked and looked at the clock before swinging his feet over the side of the bed. Barefoot, he shuffled over to Emma. “Why don’t I try? You go get a shower and I’ll take care of him, okay?”