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poohbearschristopher - super mysterious Anon

oh golly gosh who on earth could it be?

I guess the world may never know. 

Ahem. Anyways. This lil shit right here who i have bestowed my affections on is one of the best writers i've ever met and will give you all the feels even when you think its gonna be happy suddenly angst and everything hurts but it hurts so good.  cutest cutie to ever cute srsly congrats on your face 24601/10 and i love him  a lot even if he is a lil shit.  

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poohbearschristopher replied to your post: If you're cute, and I'm cute, THEN WHO'S DRIVING THE CAR?!

…no

*narrows eyes at suspiciously* hm. 

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If you're cute, and I'm cute, THEN WHO'S DRIVING THE CAR?!

SEBBY IS THAT YOU

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poohbearschristopher started following you

"What do you want?"

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poohbearschristopher

Good afternoon. I know this is an odd question, but I don't suppose you have any break that I could perhaps have? I have a small weakness for feeding the ducks whenever I visit a park like this.

[corsairbaelfire]

Of Salt & Iron| |Bae & Christopher

They often said Pirates were born of salt, and of iron. But Baelfire hadn't been born of it; he'd been reborn. That they walked a world filled with both the land and sea, and nothing short of adventure coursed through them. That their lungs were coated thick in the sea sea air, and their hearts held by Neptune and Mother Nature; clearly because ruled the ocean in both cruel and beautiful ways. The only songs they'd hear either sirens songs, or drunken crewman's ballads. Everything was dangerous, but they felt so alive, he felt so alive, and never more had Baelfire believed these things than now; because he found his liberty in the comfort of a seafaring life. He was one of them, sold his soul not to the devil but to the Jolly Roger, and often he wonders if that's not but the same things. He decided a long time ago however, that he was perfectly fine with this either way. His love and his alliance now lied with his crew, because this ship was his home, and his family; the only family that had never let him down. So when the sea called and said to jump, he needed to only ask 'how high'. Believing Killian's words had turned out to be the best thing he'd ever done, and not once did he regret staying since then; and it's been such a very, very long time since that day. But now they were out of Neverland, and the man can't help but wonder what's next. He hasn't aged a day, and yet he has, he's been through so much and as if none of that has happened, he looks as though he was still yet a boy. He was out of Neverland, and eventually he'd no long be able to keep that youth, the one comfort Neverland seemed to offer. Still he'd lived more in his years already, than most could ever even dream to. Somehow like the pirate that he'd become though, that wasn't enough. There was so much he wanted to do, so much he wanted to see. Nothing would stop him, he thought, he'd be as youthful as ever as long as he found a reason to stay that way, more excitement more adventure. If Neverland had taught him one thing it was that he should always keep going, always keep surviving and not just surviving but actually honest to the gods, living. Yes for once in his life Baelfire had realized he'd really been living, and that was worth more than anything to him. So there he sat, hanging around the harbor, a few of the crew members mucking about with him while they waited for Killian to get back with the rest of the crew. They'd supposedly only stopped here for a day-tops, but somehow Baelfire was starting to doubt that now. Caught between telling their men to get ready to stay a night in this city, but also caught between wondering where Killian had ran off to, and wanting a bit of adventure himself right then. He wasn't worried, hardly so as his Captain always came back, but he was restless. He stays put looking out towards where more people were, some eyes on him and the crew; curious locals no doubt. But most tried to ignore them, and the obviousness of it being a pirate ship; no doubt word traveled fast though.

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poohbearschristopher replied to your post “Prompt: Pirate family (Milah, Killian, Bae) in Neverland. Go. Give me feels. I believe in you”

You know you love me. (This is another of my blogs btw xD and yes, I managed to make Christoper Robin angsty. I have unnatural powers xD)

//I know this is you, squishy face! I follow you here too xD You have all the powers!

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Another Run In || Rumplestiltskin and Christopher

“Please, Dark One.  I’ll give you anything.  Just save my children from the queen’s threat.  I don’t want anything to happen to them.  You don’t have to save me.  Just save my children, please.”

Rumplestiltskin could not believe that he was listening to this nonsense.  The woman knelt in front of him, hands clasped before her as she peered up at him.  He didn’t even know why he’d bothered to come here.  This was clearly a waste of his time.  The only person he was interested in dealing with at the moment was Cinderella.  None of the other deals people wanted to make mattered much at this point.

“No,” he said.

“I’ll give you anything!  What do you want?”  She said.  Did she not understand the meaning of no? 

Rumple glared at her.  “You don’t have anything I want.  And even if you did, the answer would still be no.”

“Please!”  Her voice was grew more desperate as she remained in her position kneeling before him, staring up at him as if he would suddenly change his mind if she continued begging.