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@portalfled
✶ PORTALFLED. ( est. 2026 ) a group dependant, canon-considered portrayal of once upon a time's neal cassidy / baelfire for @hiddenwashington. canon includes themes of abandonment by a parent, parental issues, alcohol use, weapons use (swords), dark magic with religious allegory, and death ; all triggers will be tagged and managed respectfully. written by august, 25, they/them, ast/adt. intro ... open starters ... psd credit
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Nina was not a stranger to panic attacks . They had become a constant companion . A reminder , that whenever she closed her eyes , the memory of that night and of everything that had come to pass was still going to be right there with her . Now and then , when the walls seemed to close down , she shut her eyes , and waited for it to pass . It was , exactly , what was happening right now . When a voice reached her ears , however , she looked up . " Yes , I'm fine . What are you doing here ? Who are you ? " There was always the fear of the past coming to knock on her door .
“ you-- sorry, ma'am, just .. bad instincts, I guess? ” he tried a sheepish grin, head ducking slightly ; even if his past screamed lost boy, darkness and never leaving neverland, he was still fairly young in his demeanor when it came to fear. “ thought something didn't feel right, felt worthwhile checking. name's neal. ”
who did this to you? / from dear old dad heheh
weekend meme // no longer accepting
“ not your problem, ” neal swats carefully at his hand, moving further away to create distance. “ lost your chance to care a long time ago. ”
do you know who i am? (for neal from emma)
weekend meme // no longer accepting
“ no, ma'am, ” he straightens, boyish demeanor dropping to apply street-brought charm. his throat clears, voice lower. “ am I supposed to? I mean- I'm open to knowing. ”
he's never been a fan of old books lying around. that probably sounded stupid considering he was in this little D.C. shop made up mostly of old books. but, it had sat on the dusty shelf like it had been waiting for him, pages falling apart the second he lifted it. he could barely open it, and certainly couldn't read the strange lines when he did.
he didn't understand the words. he understood the illustrations -- dark castle, spinning wheel, gold. goldgoldgold. it made his stomach turn, but instead of running, he snapped the book closed and threw it back on the shelf with a thud that nearly covered the sound of someone approaching.
kind eyes, careful posture. he straightened slightly, a sheepish expression offered to @drvcxrys. “ sorry, ” he offered, trying for casual and missing by a third star to the right. “ just uh-- startled me .. the dust, just the dust. ”
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he didn't like the mural. not because it was bad, it wasn't. whoever painted the bright spill of flowers and gold -- too gold, too much like woven straw -- across the brick of the cafe clearly had talent. too much for something the city walked past.
that bugged him. things appearing and everyone deciding not to notice, reminded him too much of his time before wendy.
he stood on the sidewalk, hands tucked away and eyes staring at the tower rising through a field of flowers. something about it tugged somewhere deep. “ bit much for a coffee shop wall, don't you think? ” he asked @dreadbound, the stranger to his right.
neal didn't trust houses that were too quiet. he'd learned that a long time ago -- before islands full of boys who smiled like knives and a monster with a panflute. before he got very good at noticing when beautiful things had locks in them.
the house was beautiful. she was beautiful. that was the problem.
he stood near the edge of the property with his hands shoved into his jacket pockets, looking less like a trespasser and more like a scared kid, even if he was a long ways from being a boy. wind blew around him, lifting curls. for a second he saw her, then he didn't.
he stepped closer, calling for @playernctpuck, “ hey! you okay in there, ma'am? ”
maybe soda had first been drawn to this guy on account of him sitting there lost in a book, just like his kid brother would be, but when that smiles curls the stranger's lips soda mirrors it with his own radiant grin. he can tell before he gets his answer that's it going to be a yes, and that means his shift might just be tolerable after all. " — yeah, I know it. I bet it's still sitting right on my kitchen table where I put it so I wouldn't forget. but you sure are saving me from a long shift. my phone usually charges up real quick, so I won't take it from you too long. you're a real life saver though, man. "
matching grins. hook line and sinker, perfect. this guy was no different from the pathetic newbies back on that island, easy to fool with a little bit of false kindness. except, he's gunning for a few bucks, not some measly apple this time.
“ since we're in the mood of kumbaya-ing, ” he lifted his cup, shaking it-- empty, completely. even void of those cute little ice cubes. “ got somethin' to spare? ”
RANDOM DIALOGUE (QUESTIONS) PROMPTS (2/?)
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why is it always my fault?
why do people call you that?
do you know anyone here?
how’s your wound?
are you worth a second chance?
after all we’ve been through, why?
when are you going to apologize to me?
you did this? for me?
will you promise me?
can’t you be on my side? just once?
what exactly do you do for a living?
do you even hear yourself?
sorry, what did you say?
did you mean what you said?
can i kiss you?
truth or dare?
are you comfortable?
what were they like?
what time do you want me to pick you up?
how can you say that to me?
how could you possibly think that was a good idea?
did you enjoy yourself?
why don’t you stay over?
why hire someone, when you can just do it yourself?
out of everything you could’ve said, why that?
do i know you?
you love me?
how old do you think i am?
why do they treat me like that?
have i ever given you bad advice?
do you want some company?
do you think last night was a mistake?
what are you in the mood for?
do i remind you of anyone?
where were you?
who did this to you?
can i have some cash?
tell me why i should believe a thing you say?
sorry, do you have the time?
why don’t you find out for yourself?
where do you think you’re going?
do you want one?
when am i ever wrong?
who do you think you are?
where are you going to go?
run that by me again?
i don’t know what to say?
can you kill?
why is it never your fault?
would you kill for it?
why did you do this to me?
can you be quiet?
what’s so funny?
why don’t you want to go home?
how are you so calm?
have we met before?
what was it like?
are you seriously asking me that right now?
what’s with the third degree?
you want me?
can you help me?
would you care for a dance?
are you sure you want to spend another night alone?
why do i have to apologize?
what am i supposed to do if you’re not here?
why would they do that?
do you want me to grab dinner?
can you help me bring these in?
how annoying can you be?
how do you think that makes me feel?
why didn’t you fight back?
what are you so afraid of?
can you tell me what happened?
you did this all by yourself?
how can i help you?
how do you sleep at night?
you’re sorry?
how do you keep a secret like that?
what’s going on?
we’re friends, right?
how about i take you home?
why won’t you just listen to me?
you wanna mess around?
what does that eleven mean?
when will you learn?
how could you even ask me something like that?
does it hurt?
why did you do it?
can you hear me?
do you have a ride home?
you’re afraid of the dark?
would you like to try?
why did you do that for me?
you really think i’m beautiful?
is it noticeable?
where did you get all that money?
where did you get this?
do you know what i did?
where did you go?
like what you see?
can i touch you? here?
how many people have you killed?
can i borrow your phone?
can you keep a secret?
do you want us to stop?
where have you been?
another round?
when’s the last time you had a full night’s rest?
do you really think that’s a good idea?
what does that have to do with anything?
have you eaten anything today?
why do you think you feel that way?
what happened to them?
what’s your problem?
you didn’t really think you were safe, did you?
have you come to apologize?
do you know who i am?
do you want to be alone?
Originally by moosings, who originally deleted their blog.
open starter !
" — hey there. " sodapop has never been one to feign shyness, and if finding himself suddenly and inexplicably in the future hasn't changed that, he reckons nothing will. it's been long enough now that even he's managed to figure out the basics of keeping himself alive - at least as well as he had back home - but some things still slip clean out of his mind, and keeping his phone charged is one of them. back home the phone had stayed right where it belonged on the wall and didn't need much from him except to be picked up when it rang. but that one couldn't do half of what his phone now could, either. the only thing he can think to do is ask the first person he sets his eyes on for a favor, and hope for the best. " ya wouldn't have a charger I could borrow, would ya? 'cause my phone's got that angry red battery thing in the corner, and if it goes and dies on me I'll be bored outta my wits if work gets slow later. "
he takes a long moment before looking up at the voice, eyes concentrated on the paperback clutched between scarred fingers before shifting upwards to the clearly .. awkward asker. neal looks him up and down first, noting items of interest before moving to perform a false, yet historically effective, warmth. lips curve upwards, a tad lopsided and boyish.
“ yeah- yeah, can try mine, ” he nodded, reaching into his bag. “ should really start carryin' one around. ”
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was that [MIKE FAIST]? oh no no, that was just [NEAL CASSIDY/BAELFIRE], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [ONCE UPON A TIME]. they are [ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY FOUR / PHYSICALLY EARLY-MID 20s] years old, use [HE/HIM], and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.
neal in this curse is in the same career he would be in canon -- unemployed and a car thief. he's still designated as an orphan, often a wanted man, and has multiple utilized aliases -- neal cassidy, samuel glass, rolan stiltskin. he's cocky, conniving, sly and unbelievably good at charming. which is odd to just about everyone, but especially him considering the canon he's pulled from.
this neal does not know emma. he is instead pulled from inside the yellow bug, where he had been watching a pretty blonde try to break into his stolen car. he was pulled before he actually spoke to her, and therefore, while aware he's not from DC, he would not know of most characters -- especially those of storybrooke. all he knows is he's been stuck here for three months, living out of a new stolen car.
magic did not impact him negatively. he still holds his memories, though he does wish he weren't aware as he remains plagued by terrors from neverland. the only meaningful way the curse has harmed him is in making the night terrors and the fear worse.
