#Lost Boy

[shaylogic]

fucks me up Jayden has this on his official Charles playlist

[evilishei]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR BELOVED SWORDSMAN, FOREVER LOST BOY & KING OF HELL!!! 💚

[astromechapunk]

Showtime vs Lost Boy by Maciej Kuciara

[vapormaeve]

Source: Cover art of Lost Boy by The Midnight

[miaminks]

Alright bud, welcome to the collection! In the character pile you go. Ha ha.. I spent way too much time making this character... ( '> , >)

[acmeoop]

I’m Happy! I’m Grumpy! I’m Dopey! Ha Ha! Hi Everybody, I’m A Corporate Symbol! “Back To Neverland” (1989)

[insanelydeadlybookcollector]

One of my favourite things Once Upon A Time did was skew fairytale, myths, fables, and folklore. This isn't new or even remotely groumdbreaking, especially because the entire premise was adapting these stories. But I like how they did it and how much attention they paid to other retellings and, in a manner of speaking, validated those retellings and interpretations.

By this, I mean, how the writers have harnessed the story world Author plot and storybook existence and shown how in a few oral retellings or translations the gist of the story that we as an audience (and Emma in the story world) know has the bones of autobiographical truth but misses a few crucial details.

I could talk all day about retellings of snow white and Cinderella and Red Riding Hood that the writers of OUaT pay homage to (Red as the Wolf is no where close to being a new take but God they do it well). And then even changing the stories in a way that matches what they do with retellings in a novel way (Regina as the Ursula from Disney anyone? meaning the "real" Ursula can be anyone at all because this audience doesn't actually know Ursula) which serves in the same manner as their nods to existing appropriations and adaptations.

But I think, for me at least, how well they do this in their character of Captain Hook, a literary figure with near nothing specific tying him down and 101 readings because academicians and creatives alike have no consensus on what the hell Barrie was on about.

And from these little glimpses and subtle nods to retellings you can see how the story might have been twisted from autobiographical truth to some of the adaptations we know to the source texts. For example,

1. Hook as the original lost boy - a popular theory in adaptations. We see Killian and Liam in Neverland when he is barely an adult and still naive (sort of) and hopeful, long before his revenge days.

2. Hook as a symbol of adulthood, maturity and aging - for those who read Barrie as an allegory for children rallying against growing up and the only adult cast as a symbol of that, this guy is 300 years old.

3. Hook as the villain - sure thing.

4. Hook as fighting the tyrannical Pan - guess what? We've got that too.

5. Hook as rescuing Lost Boys - got that.

6. Hook as the guy kidnapping or otherwise delivering Pan lost boys - you'll never believe it.

7. It's an Crocodile that takes his hand - Hook calls the guy that took his hand that he's afraid of and hates with a passion a Crocodile.

8. Hook is Pan and vice versa, one grew up to be the other - not quite that. But we have a close enough story in 2 ways - pan/Malcolm and pan/henry.

9. Hook is Peter's father - again, a close enough story is provided that could easily be misremembered a few generations down or mistranslated a few times. Peter is Rumples father.

10. Hook wears red and has a perm - and I really do love this. They drop Blackbeard (the Treasure Island character that Hook was based on [so there's an even better nuance there too, not just in story world building but a nice nod to canon that their story world plot of misappropriations of the oral tradition of bedtime stories and generational stories is entirely feasable]) in Neverland looking exactly like Disney's Hook. Indicating that 'hey a pirate that looks like that is in neverland and well, there's only one of those in the story so it must be Hook' happened at some point.

I'll never get over how good they did that in story plot device of we're an appropriation, but our story is about this one source book existing that's a hundred percent accurate although it doesn't have all the details and somehow this realm is a bit mixed up on the facts.

[book--brackets]

Suggestions for fantasy books:

In Other Lands - Sarah Rees Brennan

Beauty - Robin McKinley

Uprooted - Naomi Novik

The Broken Earth (series) - N.K. Jemisin

The Princess Bride - William Goldman

The Deep - River Solomon

Poison - Chris Wooding

Inkeeper Chronicles (series) - Ilona Andrews

The Witcher (series) - Andrzej Sapkowski

The Poppy War (series) - R. F. Kuang

The Live Ship Traders (series) - Robin Hobb

Sorceror Royal (series) - Zen Cho

The New Moon's Arms - Nalo Hopkinson

The Curse Workers (series) - Holly Black

Alice (duology) & Lost Boy - Christina Henry

Ring Shout - P. Djèli Clark

Kingkiller Chronicle (series) - Patrick Rothfuss

Legends & Lattes - Travis Baldree

Iron Widow - Jay Zhao

Coraline - Neil Gaiman

Pet - Akwaeke Emezi

Thursday Next (series) - Jasper Fforde

A Monster Calls - Patrick Ness

The Bloody Chamber - Angela Carter

The Dark is Rising (series) - Susan Cooper

Wicked - Gregory Maguire

East - Edith Pattou

Knights of Liofwende (series) & The Welkin Weasels (series) - Garry Kilworth

Old Magic - Marianne Curley

Book of the Crow (series) - Catherine Fisher

Mongrels - Stephen Graham Jones

The Last Binding (series) - Freya Marske

Sorry, I know that's a lot! Anyway, thank you for running these polls and breaking my heart again and again, lol.

What a list! You've got a lot of great ones in here (I love you, Poppy War, Uprooted, and Iron Widow). I've added them all, though some of the names changed due to series vs book titles

[neverland93]

Then one night as i closed my eyes, I saw a shadow flying by

[imagininghim]

BITE ME

A/N: Do I have another hyper fixation that I must write about ASAP?

Of course, I do.

This was supposed to be short and sweet but I mean look at those faces, of course it's not gonna be short and sweet. I meant to write this is one whole part but it looks like it might have to be multiple parts if there is enough interest.

*THIS HAS NOT BEEN PROOF READ!*

Who: David Powers x Reader

Blurb: The year is 1988 and we are in the murder capital of the world, good old Santa Clara. The reader has just recently started working at the boardwalk with her mom at the video store when she catches the eye of a certain blue-eyed vamp.

Triggers/warnings: swearing, mentions of abuse, blood, some inappropriate touching (from ex not the boys).

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David's POV:

It was a typical Saturday night and the sun had just set, the boys and I made our way to the boardwalk. The feel of the warm summer breeze blew past us as we sped down to the beach.  

Pulling off to the side to park my bike, Marko along with the others followed closely behind.  

"Max said he wants to see us at the shop." I spoke killing the engine on my bike. The boys nodded in response before climbing off our bikes and making our way to the shop.  

Walking in, I took note of the customers browsing the shelves as we made our way to the register where Max had been standing talking to a familiar woman. Clearing my throat, Max turned with a smile which quickly faded into a frown.  

I smirked back as I spoke up, "You called?" 

Looking back towards the woman, he informed her that he would be back in a few moments before placing a hand on my back and motioning for me to follow. Once we were out of ear shot, Max turned to face the four of us.  

"Listen, I have a date tonight with Lucy and I need you guys to do a favor for me." Raising my brow, I questioned.  

"Which is?" Max reached over past my shoulder before going towards a young (Y/H/C) girl who was busy stocking a shelf.  

"You see that girl over there, her name is (Y/N) and she's Lucy's daughter. Recently, she broke up with her abusive ex-boyfriend and he's been bothering her. I've caught him a few times cornering her in the shop or waiting outside after it closes. I usually give her a ride home but since I have a date tonig-" I held up my hand stopping him from continuing.  

"Listen, we aren't here to be bodyguards to some girl." Max sighed, with a hand running down his face.  

"Just for once, can you do me this favor without arguing?" I rolled my eyes looking back at the boys for their opinions, Marko gave a simple shrug, I looked towards Paul who gave a smirk and then Dwayne who glanced back at the girl before giving a small nod.  

"Sure, but what’s in it for us?” If Max could, I’m sure he would end the lives of all four of us right then and there but with another quick glance back to Lucy, he sighed. 

“What do you want?”  

“Hm, maybe just a little favor of our own that you’ll repay in time. How’s that sound?” With a small snarl curling in the corner of his mouth, he flashed us his bright yellow eyes before they quickly changed back to normal.  

“Fine. Fine, you got yourself a deal. Just hang around the outside of the shop and if you see him,” Turning, he grabbed a picture of what looked like grainy footage from a security camera of a dark haired male from behind him off the counter. “You come in and deal with him. Also, follow her home so that you know she gets home safely. I don’t want poor little Lucy to worry about her daughter all night.” He finished with a grin.  

“So, you want us to stalk her?” As quick as the grin appeared it was gone, shifting back into the same frown he gave us when we walked in.  

“Just do as your told and don’t show her your true selves under any circumstances. Understand?”  

“You got it pops, go enjoy your little date and we'll keep an eye on her." I said with a straight face and sarcasm lacing my tone before motioning for the boys to follow behind as we headed out, I glanced back to see her familiar (Y/E/C) eyes staring back at me. Flashing her a smirk, we walked out into the night.  

(Y/N) POV: 

I watched as Max spoke to the four bikers that are usually seen to be hanging around the boardwalk. I had heard about them before, my brother Micheal was spending some time with them for a little while but eventually he began to avoid them, claiming they were dangerous and that I should stay away from them. I don’t see what is so dangerous about a bunch of guys dressed in leather, God knows I’ve seen and experienced worse.  

My ex-boyfriend Daniel had been a pretty shitty boyfriend when we were together, don’t get me wrong things started out great but then he began to become jealous of my friends, then it was the way I was dressed, until one day when he first laid his hands on me and I knew he wasn’t my prince charming – he was a nightmare come true.  

At first, he would apologize profusely and shower me in gifts and promise that he would never raise a hand to me again, until he did. It got to the point where I would wear makeup to cover up the bruises, long sleeves even on the hottest days and sunglasses indoors. My family was suspicious, especially my brother Micheal but they never questioned me.  

One night, he took it too far. We had been down at the boardwalk enjoying one of the regular Saturday night beach parties when he left to go grab us some drinks. As I stood, waiting for him to come back, an old guy friend of mine approached and began asking how I had been doing and where I had been. I didn’t notice Daniel looking from afar watching me, so I tried to be polite but still trying to rush him before Daniel had gotten back, it wasn’t until my friend reached down to give me a hug that he made his appearance known. Ripping me apart from my friend by the shoulder, he pulled me away from the concert and further down the boardwalk to a more secluded area. He began shouting that I was a cheating whore, and I was rubbing it in his face, as I tried to apologize, he reached up and smashed his fist into the side of my cheek. The impact caused me to lose my balance and fall to the ground, I reached up and cupped my cheek in fear and pain.  

It wasn’t until I heard a struggle that I looked up to see Micheal slamming his fist repeatedly into Daniel’s face. I stayed sitting on the ground, watching the altercation in shock before I gathered the courage to pull my brother off him.  

“Micheal, enough! He’s had enough!” I screamed tugging on Micheal's arm a little harder before he finally let go.  

“If you ever lay another finger on her, I’ll fucking kill you! You hear me!” Micheal screamed down at a now bloody and bruised Daniel. I pulled on his arm again to leave before the cops showed up. Taking ahold of my hand, Micheal and I fled down the boardwalk, towards his bike. Climbing on, we took off into the night.  

I was torn from my thoughts as by my mother's voice. 

“(Y/N), Max and I are going to head out now. Are you sure you’re okay here by yourself? I don’t have to do if you’re uncomfortable.” I smiled at her before shaking my head in disagreement.  

“Mom, I’ll be fine. Go enjoy yourself and have fun!” With a smile, she reached out and gave me a hug.  

“Okay, sweetheart. Well, I left the number of the restaurant we are going to under the desk at the register. Also, your grandfather has a date with the widow Johnson, but I also left her number there just in case you can’t reach me, you can try him.” I glanced over my mom's shoulder to catch one last glance at the group, particularly the platinum-haired one. I locked eyes with him as he shot me a smirk over his shoulder before making his way out the door with the other three following close behind.  

~ Time Skip ~ 

It had been a particularly slow night, there had been another big concert down at the beach, so most people weren’t on the boardwalk shopping. I continued to stock the few things I had left before starting my closing duties when I heard the bell on the door ding.  

“Hi, welcome to vid-” I stopped stocking the shelf to greet the customer who walked in when I stopped mid-sentence when I saw who was standing in the doorway.  

Daniel.  

“(Y/N).” I felt my heart start racing as the sound of blood rushing in my veins filled my ears.  

“Daniel, what are you doing here?” I laid down the remaining VHS tapes I had left to stock. 

“You know, you’ve been very hard to reach lately.” He began, slowly making his way around the counter, I immediately began to back away from him as he began to get closer. “I mean, after the way we left things, I was hoping we could talk and work things out.” I kept backing away in attempt to flee from him but this just made him madder, taking longer strides he reached for me and wrapped a hand around my throat.  

“You need to leave, we broke up.” I said, trying to keep my voice as calm as possible. The doorbell dinged again causing Daniel to break his eye contact with me and us both to turn to see who had just walked in. Looking towards the door, I locked eyes with the same platinum-haired bad boy from earlier, along with his three friends. Glancing between Daniel and I, he gave us the same smirk from earlier.  

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” 

[number-one-shadisper-shipper]

OKAY SOMEONE NEEDS TO MAKE AN ANIMATIC FOR CLASSIC TAILS AND SONIC WITH "LOST BOY" BY RUTH B.

I'm dying over this song someone please do this I will owe you my sanity

[evilishei]

Ooooh this new Zoro in One Piece Treasure Cruise looks good! 💚

[madcat-world]

Lost Boy Issue 2 Cover - Diana Naneva

[mx-lamour]

Ezra will remember this.

Incidentally, our most homoerotic moment of the campaign.

It's well before the dinner at Ravenloft. Our party keeps moving farther westward, on a jaunty little trail of side quests, and we've met the Martikovs. We've cleared the winery, in perhaps record time, our bard and Ezra having disguised themselves as Strahd and Rahadin and successfully manipulated a creepy staff out of so-and-so's hands, bidding them to leave.

We found out about three gemstones that had once been hidden in the winery, and started off to find them. The first, we knew, would be with the druids, who were about to conduct some kind of ritual. So we raced to the old grove to stop them, hoping to run ahead of the reinforcements we'd just inadvertently sent their way.

We made it in good time. The staff we'd usurped worked well to our advantage, but it was still a hard fight--actually one of our first, I think, beyond the ghost house. We'd managed to talk and side-step our way through much of Barovia thus far.

Fire blazed on a tall effigy of Strahd von Zarovich, throwing light and shadow across the grove in hypnotic contrast. In the distance, still too near for comfort, the Gulthias tree groaned into malevolent sentience, crawling heavily on roots like twisted knees, furrowing the earth, swinging club-like branches down like spiny fists on anyone within its reach.

We fought on all sides, battling the druids, throwing what little we had at the Gulthias tree to slow its approach. And then Ezra spotted it: that first gem, in the heart of the fire. He worked to tear the effigy down, faster than it could burn on its own.

Though there was no rain, thunder rolled through the sky. Lightning flashed, out-shining the blaze in a strobe of stark white. We glanced up at the night sky and knew terror.

Strahd von Zarovich, set with a dire countenance the likes of which we'd not yet witnessed, on a dark horse with burning mane and flaring nostrils, descended from the storm.

We had seen versions of Strahd, before this. Met caricatures and disguises of an origin we could not yet understand. But this, immediately, we knew: This was the true Lord of Barovia. Our blood ran cold, faces pale as the lightning that flashed again, washing out the landscape and throwing us just as quickly back into errant darkness. Death was imminent.

When Strahd landed, sliding deftly from the nightmare's back, a glint of metal reflecting firelight as he drew his sword, it was the druids whose fate he sealed, not ours.

Shocked, but unwilling to question it, we used the reprieve to our advantage.

The effigy finally crumbled, the gemstone tumbling down in the midst of hot embers and broken kindling. Strahd and Ezra both moved toward it. Ezra reached it first. But as he stood, Strahd caught him in his gaze.

The surrounding battle fell away. Strahd reached toward him. "May I see that?" he asked, voice low and sure.

Ezra's hand trembled as he held the gemstone aloft. It was an orange crystal, the size of his heart, with an intricate weave of thin roots that seemed to have sprouted somehow from inside of it. A seed.

"What do you intend to do with it?"

Ezra felt ill; the whole time they've been here, he's been out of his depth. "I don't know," he confessed. "I hadn't thought that far ahead." He searched Strahd's face for answers. "What do you intend to do with it?"

"I wish to keep it safe, from the hands of those who would misuse it. Can you think of a safer place than with me?" His hand was still open to Ezra. Patient. Expectant.

Ezra thought. But the only thing of clarity he found in his reflection was that Strahd von Zarovich, who was ancient, who was the land, who was, if nothing else, a powerful general residing in a fortress--In a way that felt both brutal and humbling, Strahd was...

He was safe.

In a daze like enlightenment, Ezra walked across the embers. He held the crystal out to Strahd.

With only a flicker of movement, like the lick of a flame, Strahd had taken it from him. Ezra felt his presence reappear close behind. Strahd's head dipped over Ezra's shoulder. Ezra leaned into the sensation, as though he were falling. His feet were warm. The ground glowed orange around them. In a moment of utter calm, he bared his throat...

Strahd did not bite. Ezra dared to worry a moment that his blood might be wrong. But Strahd also placed the crystal back into his hand. "Remember this," he said, close to Ezra's ear.

Yes. Ezra would remember.

Then Strahd stepped away, and Ezra fumbled again with uncertainty. He groped for meaning. "Why?"

"I assume you would like to help your friends."

It wasn't what he'd meant. Sluggishly, Ezra turned his gaze back to the others, still fighting. "Friends." An unfamiliar word on his breath. The bard, injured, saw him and gestured madly at the Gulthias tree.

"The seed was used to animate the Gulthias tree," Strahd's even voice prompted. "What do you think you should do with it?"

With a last glance at the stoic figure of Strahd von Zarovich, Ezra turned, and hurried toward his companions. Perhaps Strahd expected him to destroy the seed. Ezra would not have dreamed of it.

With some effort, Ezra located the tether of magic connecting crystal to tree. "Halt!" he commanded it, and for a brief moment, the Gulthias tree obeyed. It ceased all movement, just long enough for the barbarian to rip the blade of his dark sword through its mangled maw. Severed at last, the top of the tree came crashing down.

The lightning stopped. An absence of thunder.

Strahd, too, had gone. Ezra took a step toward where he had been, like a child lost in a crowd of strangers. Corpses on the ground. A precious and unfamiliar thing in his grasp.