#thetinkerfairy

[themelodiouslittlemermaid-blog]

"Ouch!"

     "Oh it's you Tink" Ariel said, barely feeling the punch on her shoulder.

[skeletonwithabowtie]

"Librarian!" 145

Send me “Librarian!” + a number and I’ll grab the closest book, flip to that page number, and make us a starter using a random line of text from said page!

Book extract taken from: The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman

"When the winter flowers bloom in the graveyard on the hill, they are cut and given out to everybody, man or woman, young or old, rich or poor," Jack explained to the little fairy as they examined the little snowdrop. “The only problem is that I can’t recall where this tradition happens. Perhaps it happens where you are from?”

[sassisms]

"We’ll never survive"

"Its either we go into the dark cave to throw off the giant, or we become mere gum on his foot. Personally I want to live. You with me or not?"

[youcamebackforme-blog]

You're a babe even while wearing a cardigan!

Why thank you Tink :) 

[dragonofallevil]

Meeting a Fairy + thetinkerfairy

"You must be either very brave... or foolish, to have come to my castle, little fairy..." The man never falter his stare from the young fairy, watching her every move as she enters his throne room. "Tell me little one, what brings you here? You better have a good excuse to come and bother me... Fairies aren't welcome in my lands. So speak now, before I lost my patience."

[plunderandotherwisepilfer]

leatherboundpirate started following you

notanordinaryfairy started following you

thetinkerfairy started following youneeded.

spindlepricked started following you

thespareprince started following you

"Haven't been here in a while..."

[banish-the-tick-tock-archiv-blog]

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(ﾉ◕‿◕)ﾉ— I love your blog

{outofpixiedust}: omg thank you bb right back at ya

[im-not-a-what]

Return to Neverland || thetinkerfairy

I will find him. I will find him.

On and on the phrase echoed, embedded in nearly every thought. Years slipped away like sand as he pushed himself to the brink plotting for a way to his boy.

A curse. A curse to end all curses. The path had been foretold by the seer. But Rumplestiltskin had since learned all too well that prophesies loved to play tricks. The seer had said he would be reunited with his son, and that a curse would indeed be cast, though not by him. She did not specify that the curse would absolutely reunite him with Baelfire. With each alternative avenue he explored, however, Rumplestiltskin grew convinced that it would be the curse. It had to be. No matter what distractions came along, nothing would prevent his plan from reaching fruition.

Then the nightmares started. No, actually. It was difficult at first discerning between vision and dream when he slept. He didn't even realize for a while that his power of foresight could manifest in his sleep. All the more frustrating was how the flashing moments amassed in an even denser, more nonsensical jumble. His emotions affected what he saw, too. When the visions showed him Baelfire, he didn't trust them, though his heart burned for any means of reaching him.

They had to be wrong. He saw Baelfire in a land he remembered and tried to forget. It was not a world deprived of magic. Quite the opposite. How could he be there? But the nightmares of his son crying in a cave, surrounded by darkness, refused to stop. When awake Rumplestiltskin gradually let himself reason out feasible explanations. Perhaps Pan had taken him. He seemed capable of crossing worlds. It was rational to believe that Pan would still go after his son.

The idea became impossible to dismiss. The curse, never abandoned, was nonetheless put aside. At least with Bae in Neverland Rumplestiltskin had a better chance of retrieving him. The problem lay in getting out.

It took more time than he thought gathering the information he needed. That included listening for stories of children (all boys) who were mysteriously taken from their beds. At last he found one who had remained behind and witnessed his brother's abduction by the Shadow. The child buried deep inside the Dark One shuddered, but he persisted in making a deal with the boy's frightened parents to take him temporarily. When their business was complete, their son would be returned unharmed.

To think a simple phrase could summon that dark entity. But the child proved himself right. Shortly after declaring, "I believe!" the shadow was at the window of Rumplestiltskin's castle. The imp had a trap ready for the creature so it would bear him to that flickering star. If only it hadn't required flying.

Terror swept through him in successive waves, but with some pride he managed to resist his fear, nauseous as he was, by the time the Shadow dropped him off. Rather shook him off.

Something had changed since he last walked this island. It was daylight when he landed, yet not too long after he began skulking around, the day rapidly retreated into night. More quickly than natural. He never new nighttime in this land. There was a sinister taste in the air. Rumplestiltskin ascended to higher ground, and only then hunched down and pulled out the thing that would lead him to Baelfire: his cloak. He retrieved a potion from his pocket, then poured it on the garment. His clawed fingers held tightly so it wouldn't flying away from him.

I'll find you, Bae.