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[nodforsaken]

【N】【O】【D】

First Mate of the Jolly Roger / Third Oldest Human / Fiddle Player / Ex-Lost Boy / Ex-Twin / Mass Murderer, Domestic Terrorist & Extinction Artist.

NEVER. SKELETON. PINTEREST. FOG. (WIP)

introductory headcanons below the cut.

TW: grief, psychosis, sibling death, animal(?) death, flagrant fairy genocide apologetics.

lost name : Noland Donald Galloway nicknames : Nod age : oh honey, gender identity : cis man, he/him pronouns sexual identity : presumed heterosexual but that doesn't explain the bedroom eyes he gives marlowe. family : Foley Owen Galloway / "Fog" ( twin brother, deceased ), Jamie "Hook" ( older brother figure ), Charlie ( younger brother figure ) personality traits : loyal, swashbuckling, reliable, playful, boyish, charismatic, evasive, cocky, nonchalant, cool-headed, flirtatious, sarcastic, seemingly optimistic, internally pessimistic, romantic, chivalrous, valiant, gossip queen, humanitarian, candid, nosey curious, patient, steadfast. Which is all fine and good, except that he's been losing sleep and possibly losing his mind and will progressively become more undone, sloppy, and testy until he addresses the problems he keeps suppressing. weapon of choice : Dual daggers (second one originally belonged to Fog), but most prefers to lay traps with fishnets, rope, and loose planks or shallow holes around the Pirates Camp to keep Lost Boys at bay in nonviolent ways. likes : sea shanties and folk songs, card games, darts, redheads, fruit, grog rum, friendly competition, lifting heavy things and generally showing off muscles he's been honing for an ungodly amount of years he's spent on this hell island, getting a smile out of Victor or Isadora, lightheartedly messing with Lost Boys (riling up Rufio or Davie and then leading them into a trap to get them off the battlefield, annoying Bones and Curly in the boneyard, 100% used to teasingly flirt with Fiona when she was rolling with them), dancing, fishing, haggling for goods with other ships (he's a class act schmoozer), collecting postcards and maps of places he'll never get to visit. dislikes : looking Small Folk in the eye.

✖ Despite growing into a steadfast right hand to the only good and honest leader in Neverland, his demeanor is still that of a boyish rogue. He’s prone to wandering into his own adventures or dragging one of his mates with him on his escapades when they’re docked at shore, wont to tempt fate and heckle Lost Boys just before the point of provoking serious retaliation, or mingle with merfolk on nights he knows the moon isn’t too full. He’ll drink and play poker until sunrise with his crewmates if he knows the pirates are in a good, civil place with their adversaries and shouldn’t expect any emergencies that night. (Though sometimes he slips up when walking the tightrope of being the responsible yet cool older brother figure to his crewmates, usually around the times that he starts seeing his twin and reverts back to a less mature level of self-control, finding himself drinking a little too hard to dull his perception of the long-lost Lost Boy haunting his periphery. More on that later~ <3) After aging up, he's developed a flirtatious cockiness, particularly around women. He is prone to holding up the departure of other pirate crews that the Jolly Roger is in negotiations with because he and one of the visiting ship’s female crewmates scurried off into the first mate’s quarters and walked back out giggling. It may put him at odds with Isadora, but he’s responsible enough not to flirt with his own crewmates in a way they would take seriously. Hook probably wouldn’t approve of any inter-ship relationships anyway. And Nod may just be throwing affection at anyone to see if anything sticks. If he can fall in love with anyone who isn’t allied with Peter or Ianthe, maybe he can forget about the bloodthirsty, heartless, evil, siren-eyed, lovely, comforting, warm, kind mermaid he's dreamed about since he was a child.

✖ Kind of extrapolating this interpretation of him from the line in his bio about how the merfolk are uncommonly fond of him, especially for a human: He has natural charisma. I think he’s always radiated personality and confidence, and still maintains most of that, even after everything he's been through--- or at least, he’s very adept at faking it, especially on the ship, where he feels most comfortable. It’s easy for him to be laid-back and reassuring to others when he isn’t the one burdened with the full responsibilities of the captain of the ship, and when he has more experience in Neverland than all but two humans. He makes for a good diplomat with the merfolk when Hook isn’t available to talk to Ianthe, and he knows the mind of a Lost Boy well enough to navigate encounters with them pretty smoothly when he has to. I can see him as the welcome wagon on the ship, as someone crewmates sees as extremely dependable and friendly. He values and cares for every pirate on the ship, in an almost active effort to foster a better community than Peter did with his disposable little strays. If Hook is the strong father figure to the pirates, Nod is perhaps the mother hen, albeit in his own rowdy way, as a lifelong ruffian. In the leadership on the Jolly Roger, I want him to be a foil to Hook’s short temper. I’m going to say Nod grew into a very mature, level-headed, trustworthy man with a good sense of humor. If a crewmate has bad news to share or need to confide any kind of problem on the ship, I could see them coming to Nod with the information first, because he’s least likely to snap at them, and everyone knows that Hook will receive the news better if it's passed on to him through his faithful best friend. They’ve known each other for so long, I imagine Nod knows the best ways to navigate Hook’s temper and keep him zen. I also need to ask Ashleigh how Hook would receive it if Nod still called him Jamie, if he should call him that at all times and even in front of other crewmates, if I should save it for more intimate moments between them, or if he wouldn't like it at all and I should just make it something that slips out accidentally.

✖ Nod has never made physical contact with Alana before. He worries that he cherishes their friendship much more than he should, in the interest of being careful. Alana is the person he smiles with more than anyone else, but he knows that the loyalty of the merfolk will always skew towards Peter, and Nod can’t risk Peter using a vulnerable moment of trust against a pirate. He has a recurring nightmare where, the second his fingers graze her, she yanks him under the water and down to the darkest, deepest floor of the ocean and rip him to shreds. And yet, he can’t help but fantasize about finally running his hands through her red hair, even in the moments where he makes her laugh enough for her to reveal her sharp teeth. Against his better judgment, those are the moments he wants to touch her most. 

✖ He looks forward to new moons, because that’s become his usual time to find Alana and talk for longer than a few passing friendly words. This has less to do with a fear of Alana being more dangerous or temperamental when the moon is full, and more to do with her fellow merfolk minding their own business and not giving either of them any trouble for fraternizing when they aren't in a lunar frenzy. He always arrives with a coy excuse as to why he’s in the area, never admitting out loud that he came to the lagoon to see her. but they both know the truth. At this point, even he smiles incredulously at himself as he’s explaining that he’s just innocuously scavenging for food on a barren shoreline.

✖ Once upon a time, before coming to Neverland, Nod and Fog were little musicians who performed in the street for money. Nod played the fiddle while Fog played the mandolin. They brought their instruments with them and used to play them around the bonfire while the other Lost Boys danced and chanted, and sometimes Nod would walk down by the lagoon with his fiddle and play for the merfolk. Nod still plays to this day, and keeps Fog's mandolin hidden in a chest underneath his bed (he went through a hell of a heist mission to retrieve it from the Lost Boys' tree in the week after his pirate heel turn. He finally tuned the old mandolin and has been learning it in the past few years, but he would never play it for anyone but Alana. He isn't as confident with it as he is with his trusty fiddle, which he loves to use to supplement sea shanties and boost crew morale.

✖ Since becoming a pirate, Nod has taken to wearing the color blue much more, in a subconscious tribute to Fog’s favorite color to wear. In truth, though, his favorite color, and the one he always loved to wear, is red.

✖ As a rambunctious Lost Boy with a reputation to uphold, he used to wait until nobody could see him to try to feed, help, or otherwise befriend other living creatures on the island. During Neverland’s prosperous times, when the boys had so much food that they would throw away perfectly good excess, Nod would wait until dark to sneak away with their leftovers and leave it where animals could scavenge for it. During games where the boys were hunting and recklessly knocked down a birds’ nest, Nod would suggest that they split up to find their prey, and circle back alone to try to put the birds nest back on the branch it fell from without anyone knowing. And after a long time of watching merfolk from a distance and always being able to pick Alana out of a pack by her vibrant red tail, he thought of her when he found a beautiful red-speckled seashell along the area where the beach sand meets the forest floor. The first time he snuck away from Fog to visit the lagoon, he left the shell on the rock that he noticed Alana always seemed to rest on.  

It was silly, of course, to leave a seashell for a mermaid, as if the ocean-dwellers weren’t more than capable of finding their own. He realized that after the fact, and started to look for other things to leave the nice, playful mermaid. Any time he saw a red knick-knack anywhere on land, he would ever-so-discreetly leave it near the boulder he has dubbed “The Red Rock.” Even to this day, he never directly hands his rare little red trinkets to her: marbles, rhinestones, flowers, exotic feathers, painted pebbles, a teacup with roses painted on it. Even as a pirate, bartering away his favorite boots to other ships in exchange for a red pendant necklace to leave on a rock, he doesn’t like to draw any attention to it; he just casually leaves it in his wake after they finish chatting, lest he address out loud how devoted he is to her. Alana has always known that he was the little boy leaving these gifts behind though, from the very first time he thought he was being very sneaky, placing his red-speckled seashell at her rest stop without any eyes watching him from deep underneath the surface of the water.

✖ If Hook’s bond with Charlie is described as paternal in this found family, then I want to lean into Nod’s role as an older brother to him. I think it’s especially interesting given the nature of their relationships with their respective absentee brothers. Nod would commit atrocities without a second thought to keep Charlie safe from harm and never lose a brother again. He loves having this boy he quite literally grew up with in his life after all this time, and he’s at his absolute most lively with him. He can almost relive the way he felt with Fog when he’s around Charlie; he loves him the same way. He’ll tease him like a brother and laugh with him about juvenile inside jokes that they beat into the ground. He might get caught up in a playful moment and go too far, though. At the end of the day, Charlie will always be very different from Fog. When Nod gets carried away and starts wrestling or roughhousing with Charlie the way he could with his unruly twin brother, Charlie might get flashbacks to his biological older brother, whose out-of-control horseplay sealed his fate. I could see this being the reason Charlie will probably never be as close to Nod as he is to Hook, but I also want to maintain that their relationship is still a significantly tender one. Nod is very quick to drop everything in the interest of lifting Charlie's spirits if he realizes he's been too quiet lately. He wants to keep his confidence high and do whatever he can to keep him from feeling too hopeless on this terrifying island. Nod also may end up at odds with Hook when he thinks Hook is being a little too overprotective of Charlie. He may let him get away with exploring a little more than Hook thinks is safe for him, because he wants to see Charlie stop filling the role of the baby of the ship and start growing up and branching out. If he catches Charlie’s eyes linger on a crewmate of a passing ship, Nod may try to talk him up to the crewmate or even “accidentally” knock them into Charlie with a large barrel he’s carrying during a trade.

✖ Fog usually “visits” Nod more often in his periods of distress. The harder Nod has to work to suppress any feelings of guilt, fear, and despair in the interest of keeping morale high on the Jolly Roger, the more Nod appears in his dreams to haunt him about allies he isn’t sure he should trust, or remind him of the atrocities he’s committed after Nod keeps trying to brush off as a necessary evil or downplay by waving the Many-Eyed off as unfeeling monsters, and make sure Nod never escapes the very first hardship he’s still never confronted after all these years: his survivor’s guilt. He remembers Fog as being much more saintly than the little asshole probably was, back when they were such feral, snot-nosed, callous troublemakers that Nod felt he needed to sneak around to have polite conversation with the merfolk, lest his brother find out he wasn’t trying to pelt every living creature on the island with rolled-up balls of animal dung in a slingshot. He looks back on the unwavering trust and loyalty he felt with his twin, and sees it as the ultimate virtue after a lifetime of seeing constant tricks, traps, and betrayals on this God-forsaken island. For example, the Fog who exists in his head seems to haunt him by making him hear the unforgettable sound of Fog’s death rattle any time Nod tries to abandon a Lost Boy in peril, but as a brutal kid, he would probably call a Lost Boy who couldn't find his way out of quicksand "dead weight." Maybe Nod assumes Fog would have turned out to be even more mature and compassionate than Nod is now if he had the chance to grow up, because when they were boys, Fog was the older, louder twin who seemed to be better at everything and commanded more respect, and Nod assumes he would have been better at being a good man, too.

✖ I think Nod would get along with Canary Robb on the grounds of their love of local fauna. I don’t want to steal that character’s stride as the resident nature lover, but I love the mention in Alana’s bio that one of Nod’s best qualities to her was his respect for wildlife, and I want to keep that as a major trait of his. Especially because it highlights how much he’s willing to sacrifice when it comes to keeping Charlie safe. A lifetime of stepping around ant hills and leaving seeds for critters when Peter and Hook weren’t looking can be put aside if the extinction of an entire species is what it takes to save his little brother. He’s sorry it had to end the way he did, but he doesn’t regret it. If the choice is the life of one pirate over the lives of countless Neverlanders, he’ll choose his crewmate every time. Really, he doesn’t even lose sleep over it. Nod isn’t haunted by the guilt of the massacre of two species or anything. Honest. ..... ..............Fog still seems pretty hung up on it, though. 

✖ I want to encourage all OC applicants to feel free to throw Nod into their Connections! He’s a personable jackass, so he's bound to leave impressions (good or bad) with anyone he meets, and been around for so long, I assume he has some history with almost everyone, and would be widely known. I want to make sure to plot with every single character. I also want to fill literally every wanted connection I have ever seen on anybody's introductions, but I'll try to hold myself back. I'm going to say he's sociable enough (especially compared to other pirates who may be more closed-off) that he would directly ask Cecco about his history and warm-heartedly encourage him to open up about his history, so I'll leave the Secretly-Snooping-Through-The-Quartermasters'-Quarters connection open for somebody else and request that Nod fill his "Confidante" connection. I DEFINITELY think he would dance with Anna if she doesn't mind him getting too into it. He misses dancing from his time frolicking around bonfires as a Lost Boy, but she would definitely need to slap him upside the head when he sarcastically(?) praises her for being such a proper, enchanting lady. I think he's definitely up to the challenge of trying to win Tinkerbell over from Peter, even if he has a few "I-Killed-Your-Entire-Colony" penalty points working against his favor with her. I think that same chivalrous streak of his would prompt him to fill Wendy's "Cynicism-vs-Optimism" connection. As a former Lost Boy who used to idolize Peter, I think his heart would break seeing this girl be so naively taken by him. I also imagine him being very close with Bill Jukes on the grounds of him being a real pirates' pirate; I think Nod would've picked up a lot of the culture from him and really ran with it over the years.

[shadowedbyrd]

Think of all the horrors that I promised you I'd bring / I promise you, they'll sing of every time / You passed your fingers through my hair and called me child / Witness me, old man, I am the wild

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[brambleandblood]

Bramble Rose Is...

Red like her namesake

Red like a split vein

Red like a half-down sun.

She is madness, and pain,

Regret shrouded in flame

And she’s screaming at moon cycles done.

She would murder and maim

In her love Thicket’s name

If it meant that the Island would bend

To his undying soul

Ignoring the toll

Of a Small Folk made slowly insane.

Delusion, thy name is heartache

And Tristan, thy soul is bound

To the heart of the winged woman

Who trades life force for blood in the ground.

For all intents and purposes:

if the name Thicket could be tattooed all over her body, it would be. Take that as you may.

[luckyfiona]

                                        ☘  Lucky 𝔉𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔞.  ☘ 

                ☘  MAIN.  ☘  PINTEREST.  ☘  WANTED CONNECTIONS.  ☘

During the Great Famine of 1879, Fiona's parents stowed her away from Silgo, Ireland to a city in America, where she would work as an indentured servant to a wealthy, pious migrant ship captain. When she wasn’t tasked with the housekeeping and cooking, she was put to work in his wife’s boutique, tailoring beautiful dresses for women living the lives she wanted. She resented going back to work for a man she loathed, particularly when he insisted that she should feel fortunate to get the opportunities (and subsequent unwanted attention) the noble sailor would give her.

She found solace in her friendship with a young boy who was born into a similar lot in life. She would sneak out to meet him on the streets every night, to laugh and play, and commiserate and comfort each other, and feel rare moments of peace and harmony in their tumultuous lives. One night, he told her he had been approached with a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, from magical boy who would pluck miserable children like them out of their sad little world and bring them to enchanted land where they could live free and prosper. Fiona’s friend told her that she needed to meet the boys at the end of the piers at midnight the next day so they could leave their sad, scary city and never look back.

Unfortunately, Fiona wouldn’t make it to the pier. After finding out that she had been sneaking out every night to frolic with local paupers, her employer had new lockdown measures put in place to stop her from making herself drowsy on the job the next day. She was left behind, never to see her friend again. Unsure of any other way to contact a mysterious floating boy, she developed a fixation on occultism and pursued any information on The Mystical Floating Devil-Boy, smuggling books on esotericism and alchemy into her master’s manor to read by candlelight while she was locked up at night. After nearly three years of fervently digging deeper and deeper into old magics and experimenting with rituals, her raw willpower was strong enough to make contact with Neverland. Peter, amused and impressed by her enthusiasm, took her in as a promising potential mother for the Lost Boys.

The Lost Boys were baffled to see the stars align in such a way that she stumbled upon the tomes she needed to reach Peter, at a time where he was in a good enough mood to bring her in, or perhaps desperate enough to find his new Wendy that he would take in someone who came across as meek and priggishly as she did. They dubbed her Lucky, and she was too happy to be there to even find the name patronizing. She thrived there for as long as she could, acting as a homemaker and a cheerful playmate to the boys, and a doting, loving devotee to Peter, the boy who became her religion. But as a girl who always wanted a life of elegance and serenity, she was a complete prude about the violence. Peter, in denial that he had picked another failure to replace Wendy, insisted that she was not, in fact, a killjoy, and would prove it by killing a pirate during their next raid. She’s haunted by what she felt pressured to do the next time she was on the Jolly Roger, but not as haunted as she still is by the look Peter gave her during his declaration that she would do it. It was the moment that made her realize that her messiah wasn’t as benevolent as she believed.

The doubt in her heart came to a head during a game of Battle. As her old friend was chosen to fight to the death with one of their own, she was fully confronted with what Peter and the island had done to his humanity. The boy who used to be her only comfort in the world was turned into a cold-blooded savage, and she couldn’t bear to watch him mangle the other child. When she cried out for them to stop, Peter was red in the face with frustration and embarrassment, forced to finally accept in front of all of his Lost Boys that he’d chosen yet another disappointment. In response to her protests, he changed the rules of the Battle to be Boys vs. Girls, and Lucky ran for her life. Under the full moon, she was chased to the lagoon and left to the mercy of the merfolk, where Peter called for the mermaids to dispose of her. In a stroke of insane serendipity, a band of pirates happened to be passing through in time to witness the disaster unfolding, and they saved her from her sharp, watery grave. The captain and two of his oldest pirates, familiar with the way children can be manipulated to do horrible things and then thrown aside by their cruel leader, took pity on her and helped her board the ship.

Now, Fiona is the newest refugee on the Jolly Roger, with a large target on her head courtesy of the merfolk who feel they have unfinished business with her, the small folk who have a vendetta against all pirates, the pirates who are still struggling to trust her after what she has recently done to one of their crewmates in her time as a Lost Boy, and the Lost Boys themselves, who see her as a no-good traitor.

Just her luck.

HEADCANONS

MORE ABOUT FIONA (stuff that got cut from the bio because it’s already way too long).

Fiona isn’t much of a fighter. She carries her weight the best she can, though. Utilizing her thriftiness to gather supplies and ingredients to cook relatively nutritious and tasteful meals, repairing garments and sails with the skills she gained from her work as a seamstress, and attempting to keep the quarters of gruff pirates tidy - or even pretty, when she can find some flowers to decorate with. There’s a cruel irony in the way she’ll never fully escape the duties she had as an indentured servant working as a tailor and keeping the master’s house tidy and his stomach full, but at least her experience makes her useful, and she’s doing the work on her own terms these days.  

She resents the nickname “Lucky,” but it’s the only name the Lost Boys and their allies know her by. Most of them refuse to acknowledge that she’s using her boring old name from The Other Place, these days.

She doesn’t like wearing trousers. She came to Neverland with the dream that she could leave her life as a shlubby workhorse behind, and she hasn’t given up on that. Since her days as a Lost Boy, she’s braided flowers into her hair and made jewelry out of anything she could get her hands on. She fashions her pirate garb into skirts and bows to feel more like a fair lady, and she tries to adorn her drab leather gear and work rags with ribbons and pretty objects she’s found on the beaches. She’s determined to feel lavish and willing to trip and fall and die trying.

Fiona doesn’t remember her family name, or much of her family at all. She was so quick to give Peter her heart and soul upon arrival, her memories from The Other Place faded away faster than most. The only reason she remembered her first name was because her old friend would sometimes call her by her real name when they were talking in private. (Maybe he was the more reluctant of the two to buy into Peter’s world in their first year or two in Neverland, but now the roles have, obviously, reversed.) She’s grateful that she was able to give the Jolly Roger her more human name when she joined their ranks, to separate herself from that terrible changeling Lucky who wreaked havoc on their crew.

Though her loyalty is currently with the pirates, she doesn’t plan to be a permanent member of their crew. Her current goal is to shake her old friend out of Peter’s control and leave Neverland forever. She doesn’t know where they’re going to run off to, but she knows that anywhere would be safer than this island.

She originally grew up in Silgo, Ireland, and her parents sent her away to America during the Great Famine of 1879 to make a better life for herself (and have one less mouth to feed). She remembers very little about this, but it comes back to her during the harsh food shortages on the island.

ON THE JOLLY ROGER.

She still compiles books on occultism from visiting pirate ships, who are usually happy to be rid of them, as well as any other cursed objects that may have brought them to an ungodly hell like Neverland. Could her research really give her any power in Neverland? Uncertain. She should probably just grow up and learn how to shoot a gun. But sharpshooting and swordsmanship haven’t done much to give the pirates any control over their situation, only a way to survive it. Frantic to find any kind of an edge, she’s keeping her nose in her books, probing veterans like Hook, Nod, and Charlie about the island’s lore to become a Neverlandian historian, sampling and experimenting with local flora, and trying to make sense of the small folk’s blood magic. She’s really pushing her luck with Bill Jukes, though. It’s one thing to be a little lass on a pirates ship, but to practice witchcraft on the ship? While being a redhead? She may have another pirate’s blood on her hands after giving Ol’ Jukesy a stroke.

She’s developed a sisterly bond with Anna. They have opposite lives, where Fiona left her grimy servant life behind to become the princess of a fantasy land, and Anna gave away a world of privilege to live as a rugged pirate. Anna may be annoyed by Fiona’s tendency to be a pretentious and materialistic wanna-be social climber, but she still sees a relatable humanity in her. Anna was quick to register the parallels between Fiona’s relationship with Peter and the relationship Anna had with Bowen the Bloody, and she’s doing her best to help Fiona through the aftermath of her affair with him. She empathizes enough to even indulge Fiona when she begs her to help to fulfill her dreams of learning how to dance. She’s constantly bothering Anna to watch her balance ratty, waterlogged books on her head, and asking for constructive feedback on her dainty, regal wave and curtsy.

I think she would have similar relationship options with Isadora, who would be kindred with her as a former Lost Boy, but may see her as much weaker. I think Fiona wasn’t as good at meshing with the savagery of the Lost Boys as Isa was. If I had to guess, I feel like her relationship with Anna might be more amiable and her relationship with Isadora would be more strained. She definitely needs to earn both of their respect, but I suspect Isadora would be less open to her, especially if she picks up on the fact that a part of Fiona is still devoted to Peter.

She tries to be as close to Canary Robb as she can, because she’s constantly trying to drag him along with her to forage for food and get a better understanding on what she can string together into meals for the crew (and maybe ask if this specific ornamental plant is poisonous in some way or carrying microscopic bugs she wouldn’t want to crawl on her head because she may or may not want to make the odd flower crown).  

WITH PETER & THE LOST BOYS.

When I was thinking about how Fiona made contact with Neverland, I was thinking that it had less to do with her fully mastering mysticism in three years, and more to do with sheer willpower. I don’t think she would be able to clearly spell out SOS with a jetty in Neverland, but I think she may poured enough of her heart and soul into her rituals to set out a little distress signal to be decoded. I had the idea that she may have a long history of really loving ladybugs all of her life, maybe always making wishes on them and wishing she could fly away and live in lush meadows like them. Maybe her efforts to contact Neverland manifested in an infestation of ladybugs progressively swarming the island, until Fiona’s friend voiced that he used to know a person who was obsessed with ladybugs, and that might be a sign that someone from the Other Place is trying to reach them.

Though she would never voice it, Fiona is struggling with lingering feelings of gratitude and idol worship towards Peter. No matter how much she’s seen of his true nature, she can’t just let go of her years spent seeing him as her savior, her ticket out of a horrible life, and her noble leader who gave her so much freedom and prosperity.

Honestly, she got attached to all of the Lost Boys, and is really struggling with the rejection, even if she knew towards the end of her tenure that there was tension between herself and most of them. She was happy to have an entire family to laugh and play with. She used to make clothes and accessories for them based on their personalities and stitch and embroider secret messages and symbols into the seams.

She used to be very friendly and inquisitive to the Small Folk, akin to Nod’s relationship with the mermaids. She grew very close to a couple of them, and would questions about their magic and culture. She liked to spend time with them simply searching around the island for anything they could use to craft with. After being a compassionate person to the plight of the small folk, it’s a huge slap in the face to them that she turned around and sided with their mortal enemies.

CONNECTIONS: ✘ Lost Boys: former allies, freshly betrayed. ✘ Wendy: worries for her, relates ; secretly & shamefully envies. ✘ Peter: ex-lover, deity and savior ; fears, loathes, worships. ✘ Anna Cortes: fascination, target of extreme nosiness and endless questions. ✘ (WANTED): the old friend she followed to Neverland.

MISC

PINTEREST!

FULL WRITE-UP FOR THE WANTED CONNECTION. (I have a friend who may be taking this up!! So I won’t put it on the full WC page yet.)

Fiona’s old friend from her home city in late 19th century America (left the city itself up for discussion with whoever takes this WC!). I left his background as just “Ambiguously Poor Boy.” Theoretically, you could probably fit him into one of the skeletons with vague backstories like Bones or Rufio. He could have been an indentured servant like Fiona (potentially working under the same sailor), a street urchin, an orphan, or anything else that would make him downtrodden and hanging out in alleyways at night to chat with other plucky poor kids. The long story short is that their little evening meetups were kind of a carefree, peaceful escape from their stressful lives and the only thing that kept Fiona going during grueling work hours was just looking forward to the next time she got to commiserate and laugh and dance and play with her one and only buddy. We can plot the details and really develop their pre-Neverland friendship to make their current status extra heartbreaking <3

He is the reason she came to Neverland, and the reason she’s still here. The circumstances of how Peter took him away are mostly up to you. He could have come from a little band of teenage thieves or something like that, who were told by Peter to gather up their ranks meet him at the pier the following night, or he could have been approached personally by Peter, and asked Peter to wait one night so he could get his friend in on the trip to Neverland too, promising that this friend would be a great fit, too. Whatever route you go with, the boy told Fiona about the magical flying boy who would save them from their plights and bring them to a fantastical world called Neverland, and told her to meet him somewhere the next night. Fiona would know that he left through magical means, but she wouldn’t be able to make it to the rendezvous point because of a complication with her employer: new lockdown measures in the manor were put in place after he found out she’d been sneaking out at night to frolic with local paupers and would be drowsy on the job the next day. She would become obsessed with reuniting with him in Neverland, to the point of getting invested in late 19th-century occultism and smuggling forbidden books into the house for the next couple of years to find a way to contact him and Peter to come take her with them.

The boy would have been in Neverland for two or three years before Fiona Lucky was brought aboard to be the newest contestant on Neverland’s Next Top Wendy. Over the course of her joining the ranks as a Lost Boy, she would watch as her kind, compassionate friend became less and less recognizable. He may have been slightly reluctant to embrace Neverland’s savagery until after his final desire of having his best friend there was fulfilled? Up to you. Either way, she tried to play along and keep up with the brutality for as long as she could, maiming pirates and setting fires to their camps. The point that broke Fiona was when she was pressured to killed a pirate to prove that she was truly one of Peter’s boys. Fiona doesn’t have a lot of meat on her bones or the fighting chops to hold her own against one of Hook’s men, so I’m wondering if maybe she needed her friend’s help to do this. 👀 I never went into details on how she did it, only that she did it (or at least, got credit for doing it). If he helped her, it would be a moment where she realized just how cold-blooded he had become, but it would also be proof to her that he still had enough humanity to help her keep her place on the island.

The only reason Fiona hasn’t taken the chance to hop onto a passing pirate ship and escape Neverland forever is because she’s determined to break him out of Peter’s influence and take him with her so they can get a fresh start somewhere else. So the only things I would say you really need to maintain is that he’s ferocious and cruel enough that Fiona was shocked by his lack of humanity, and not interested in Fiona trying to snap him out of it.

A fun long-term plot would be if he does eventually become disillusioned with Peter and come around to the idea of fleeing Neverland with Fiona, but as he’s having his redemption arc, Fiona devolves back into her infatuation with Peter and doesn’t want to leave, and suddenly he’s the one that has to bring her to her senses so they can leave. We can discuss more though.

FC Suggestions could include: Dylan Arnold, Brandon Larracuente, Nick Robinson, Toby Regbo, Archie Renaux, Tom Holland, Mark McKenna, Owen Teague, Owen Campbell, Felix Mallard, Hunter Doohan, Justice Smith, Jonathan Daviss, Alex Hogh Anderssen, Marco Ilso, Xolo Mariduena, Joe Keery, Austin Abrams, Chay Suede, Charlie Gillespie, Charlie Tahan, Jannis Niewohner, Ashton Sanders, Henry Zaga, Bjorn Mosten, Will Poulter, Dominic Fike, Lorenzo Zurzolo, Tanner Buchanan, Niko Terho, Bright Vachirawit, Benjamin Wadsworth, Thomas Doherty, Rory Culkin, Charlie Plummer, Froy Gutierrez. Literally anybody. I’m just naming every male FC that I can think of that is vaguely in Anya Taylor-Joy’s age range.

I coded this character as masc just because I thought it would make more sense that Pan recruited him and not Fiona at the time. If you wanted to make the character femme, we could say that this character was another potential Wendy replacement who lasted long enough to become a Lost Boy, I just wasn’t sure if that makes for too many girls with the same background (Isadora, Echo, Lucy, Fiona, etc).

[wndybyrd]

i n t r o d u c i n g . . .       WENDY DARLING !

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                — click HERE to listen to her playlist .

hi hi hi i’m so excited to be a part of this group . i read ‘lost boy’ in nearly a day , immediately falling in love w the story & its characters . i looove dark retellings , so this gave me everything i needed + more . i truly can’t wait to explore these characters & their world further with you all , & i hope my interpretation of wendy does her ( & this much more brutal / raw material ) justice . above , i’ve linked a condensed version of wendy’s bio + tid-bits about her . plz plz plzzzzz shoot me a message if you’d like to plot , i’m open to any and all ideas :)

[wastedxstardust]

HEART OF THE DARKNESS, FEEL YOUR BODY SHAKE. FEAR LIKE A PHANTOM WAITS. HERE WE ARE IN THE HEART OF THE DARKNESS. HOLD FAST, WE MUST BE BRAVE.

⭐ Skeleton | Pinterest | Spotify | Aesthetic Board ⭐

⭐ BASICS ⭐

Name: Curly

Age: Unknown

Gender, Pronouns & Sexuality: Cis Man, he/him, Pansexual

Species: Human (Lost Boy)

Relationship status: Single

Positive traits: Resourceful, compassionate, hardworking, perceptive, & self-sufficent

Negative traits: Stubborn, compulsive, vindictive, possessive, & melancholic

Aesthetics: dark messy curls, small birds carved from wood, the soft crackling of a fire, damp eyelashes, shaking hands, and the building desire to scream.

⭐ Headcanons ⭐

Long before the harsh winter that followed Wendy's departure, and even before his time in Neverland with Peter and his Lost Boys, Curly knew fear. His father was a hard man, cold and unforgiving, and his mother... Well, Curly never knew his mother. All he knew was that she existed once. She had loved and laughed. She had filled their little home with joy and light, but then she gave birth to him and it was as if the world decided there just wasn't enough room so it traded one for the other. His father never forgave him. He hated the boy who had his mother's eyes and head of dark curls –her smile too though he would never know it. He would berate the boy constantly and when words weren't enough, he would let his hands teach the lesson. Of course, Curly doesn't remember these things, but some nights he dreams of it. His memories are fickle things, cobweb thin and fractured. They return as flashes in the night; harsh words or the familiar sting of a palm on his cheek. Some nights he wakes crying, but those memories fade as quickly as they came, leaving nothing more than a familiar ache in his chest.

At first, Neverland was a dream come true. There were adventures to be had, lands to explore, and games to play. Here he was not lonely and while the fear he always felt still rattled in his chest, he found joy. For the first time in his life, he had a family. Yes, they fought and bickered at times, but they were in this together. It was enough to distract from the hint of darkness he could see within their leader. Not enough to ignore it all together, of course. He could always see it there. That beast Peter called a heart that seemed to delight in the bloodshed and savagery, but it was simple enough to distract himself though he always did wonder how no one else could see it. Or maybe they had. Maybe everyone could see it too but they all knew better than to speak out lest you find yourself slipping off a cliff or drowning in the mermaid lagoon. It wasn't until Wendy left, taking the family he had with her that he saw just how cruel and thoughtless Peter could be. The winter that followed was unforgiving, but despite all the suffering it caused, he was grateful for the way it opened his eyes. He knew now that Peter did not care for his Lost Boys but also knew that was something best kept to himself. After all, it as far safer to be with Peter than it is to be against him.

As a whole, Curly is soft spoken and deeply compassionate, but don't let that fool you into thinking he is weak. Having not only survived Neverland's seemingly endless winter but having been slowly shaped by it's wilderness, Curly knows what it takes to survive and is not afraid to do it. That being said, he is fiercely loyal to those he cares for, and while he wasn't certain of the new members of their fractured little family at first, he will do whatever it takes to keep them safe. Even those he would rather shove off a cliff. After all, they are all that he has and he would do anything to keep from losing more people he loves.

While most of his time is spent with the Lost Boys, Curly also loves time alone. He can't quite remember if he was always this way or if it's a preference that bloomed during that long winter spent being either berated or ignored by Peter. All he knows, is that on occasion he needs to be alone. His favorite spot is the meadow just outside the forest. There, he will spend hours enjoying the silence of nature while carving small animals out of wood. It's a hobby he started to help occupy his mind in Peter's absence and found that he quite enjoyed it. If you're nice enough, he'll gift you one and has even left some for the small folk and the merfolk.

There are times where Curly thinks he made a mistake in not following Wendy and the other Lost Boys to the Other Place, and before Wendy's return he thought about them often. He wondered if they had actually made it there or was it a cruel trick. Maybe they were still on the island, as cold and dead as the animals that froze. If they did make it, were they happy? Would he have been happy too if he had left? Some days as he sat with his fingers and toes numb with cold, he wished that he had been brave enough to return with them. That thought is usually chased away soon after. At least in Neverland he knew what to expect, even if it was misery at times.

[exiled-eyes]

" As the souls of the dead fill the space of my mind I'll search without sleeping 'til peace I can find "

Cecco /|\ Quartermaster aboard the Jolly Roger

Dedicated to the crew, to keeping as many people alive as possible. Praying for one less letter addressed to Davy Jones's Locker.

Bio /|\ About /|\ Playlist /|\ Never /|\ Headcanons

Penned by Nyx, she/her, est

Headcanons

Just a few days prior to the cursed sizeable haul, Cecco had been persuaded by one of the Righteous Harpy's crew, a man named Danik, they had been particularly close to during their travels, to get their ears pierced. If there was one person aboard that vessel, who could convince the quartermaster to give in to 'silly antics', it was him. They had sailed all over the world, it felt like. Spilled blood alongside each other and gotten far beyond drunk together. Aboard the ship, or on land, the two were inseparable.   So what was one more adventure for the duo? Even if Cecco didn't believe anything but a bit of pain would come from it, Danik was fond of these silly superstitions, as many sailors and pirates especially, were.  He believed that by having given Cecco a golden hoop in their ear, that it would bring the Righteous Harpy good fortune, and, in the unlikely event that the quartermaster ever found their way in the merciless waters, the gold would prevent them from meeting a watery grave.   So with a bit of ripped fabric, and a slightly bent needle stolen from their surgeon, Danik gleefully began. He even gave them his own golden hoops, which were worn with pride.  Now, Cecco isn't a superstitious person, per se, but given the haul that had been bestowed upon them by Neptune's good graces, it was hard for them to deny that the loop in their ear had given them a certain grandiosity. (Though it was a rather short lived advent) Even now however, as a part of Hook's crew, they can be seen absentmindedly fiddling with the golden hoops that never leave their ears. They won't admit it out loud, but they can only wonder if it was for the gold, that they avoided meeting the same fate as the majority of their prior crewmates. Wondering if perhaps Danik would have been the one to survive if he never gave up the hoops.

Whether they are on land, or fulfilling tasks on deck, Cecco can be found creating their own chants and shanties. Having grown up in the Kingdom of Italy, residing in the ocean front town of Naples, it was common to hear singing among the commoners who found it to be one of the few joys they could occupy their free time with. There was the Filangieri Museum, sure, and if you were lucky, you could have gone to the Galleria Principe di Napoli, but there was so little free time for the folk who had to ensure they could survive throughout the month with their families. Cecco was fond of listening to sailors sing from within pubs whenever they docked. There was something about how lively the shanties were, something about the stories of epic monsters and grand heroes resonated with them.  Each time they joined up with a new crew, they would attempt to create or learn a new shanty, one that they would associate with that specific crew, that precious time in their life.

Wanted Connections

{For a crewmate of the Jolly Roger} If someone were to bump against the pillow of Cecco's cot, a tattered leather bound book would become dislodged from its hiding spot. Letters scatter to the floor, all of which are addressed to different people, none of them are crew members of the Jolly Roger, however! They are addressed to their old brother and sisters in arms from the Righteous Harpy. With peaked curiosity, someone might have read these letters, gaining a glimpse in to the quartermasters past.

{For a Lost Boy or a Smallfolk}  Late night meetings. A parental relationship that developed purely on accident. Despite how skeptical Cecco is with everyone who is not a member of the crew, they cannot help the swell within their chest when they see someone in need of help, regardless of where their allegiance resides. They have taken a liking to this person, and wants to ensure their safety, from anything that dares to threaten it.

{For anyone}  There are few people Cecco is willing to share stories of their past with, at least, the less glorified bits and pieces. Lessons they have learned from betrayals and mutinies. They confide in this person, and consider them a true friend. There is a part within their soul that has yearned to be filled since the Righteous Harpy burned. Since they lost Danik.

[alanaanew]

Meet 𝓐𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓪 🐚

Okay, I’ve gone rogue. I’ve taken on a second character--and I cannot wait to set her loose on ya’ll. 

Meet 𝓐𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓪. She’s the complete opposite of Bandit in every way, my sunshine girl to my grumpy raincloud of a Neverboy, my sweet daughter to my problematic little meow meow. 

She's the happiest hellspawn you’ll ever meet. Think Glinda the “Good” Witch--but still a witch nonetheless. Just because she tries to hide her teeth when she smiles doesn't mean they aren't there; she just fights the urge to use them. With her naturally sharp claws and sharper smile, she's spent well over a century on this island taking life from the innocent to sustain herself. It’s in her nature. She certainly hasn't been able to survive this long off of fish alone (much to her dismay)--but no more! This time, it’s going to be different. She swears it. This moon cycle will be the last time she feeds on humans! Really!! But it’s ... hard to stay determined and focused on that goal when she’s just .... so.... tired....

Some thoughts to get those ideas flowing:

1) Ever dream of owning a dress-up doll as a kid but your parents could never afford one? Meet your new Makeover Mermaid! Alana loves to accessorize (especially anything that goes with her dazzling ruby tail) and is always sporting a new look. A necklace made out of sea flowers? For sure. A crown made out of seaweed? Bet.

2) Enjoy a good story but start losing focus halfway through? That's no problem! Alana will start four stories in a span of five minutes, get distracted, and not finish any of them. :~)

3) Looking to get rid of your old junk? Bring it to Alana! She "collects" pretty much anything--like a crow but with less taste. Her cove is filled with random bits and bobbins she's found around the island. No she does NOT have a hoarding problem

4) Alana is thirsty--FOR LEGS. Specifically, having human legs of her own so she can see the world. There's so much out there that she can't access right now, being confined to the waters. She would miss her stunning tail, of course, but that's a sacrifice she is willing to make in exchange for so much more. It's been said that true love can morph one's tail to a pair of human legs, and by golly she's going to hold onto that myth until it comes true, dammit.

I know there have been Alanas in the past, and I will not step on previous iterations of the character. For those of you who had threads/plots with her previous writer, feel free to DM me. Maybe we can incorporate something similar moving forward so all your hard work isn’t lost. Ya'll know I’m always happy to chat. 

If you’d like to know more about my new daughter, Alana’s skeleton is here, her Pinterest board is here, and additional headcanons can be found here. I sincerely hope I do her justice! See you on the dash 💕

[dcathbccomcshim]

I know her eyes remain / At least I know she'll never fade / She moves about / I watch her move right across the floor and fade to grey / Belladonna lives inside us all in little ways

Headcanons:

I have never met a vampire personally, but I don’t know what will happen tomorrow: For an island that runs on blood, one would expect Victor to be a bit of a greater commodity. He is rotting from the inside out, his body turning foul and putrid as the very thing that kept him alive slowly drowns him, filling his lungs and eating him from the inside out as his body shreds itself, lesions he will never see coating his organs. And yet, despite that, he is permitted to remain on the ship, sailing it however far he can before going the other way again. Over and over this goes, and Victor has yet to be tied to a tree for the rot and blood that pulses within him. He can’t even remember the last time he had seen one of the island’s smaller, more blood-thirsty residents. It seems impossible that he could have made it this long without being expected to feed his new home with the very thing killing him. Perhaps he will jinx it by thinking such a thing. Is it bad how badly Victor wants to have jinxed it? Is it a note of his personal failings that he feels an obligation to the place that stopped the disease from taking him any further down the path to corpsehood? Perhaps. Perhaps he was always meant to find this place, to bleed himself dry in its thickets and on its thorns. He wouldn’t know. Victor’s never been involved like that. And though he would rather sink to the sea floor than admit it, he wishes he could have been. A debt owed is a debt to be paid and Victor doesn’t really like the idea of owing an island.

A dream within a dream: There is a surreal, impossible quality to the island that taints every memory Victor has of the world beyond it. When that fog tinges his memories, there is a time when he forgets the beast that lurks in his lungs, curled around his heart and mind and he becomes, for a moment, nothing more than a pirate, a caricature of himself in some little boy-king’s imaginings. And then the heat and the wet of the island will come and turn his chest into a mockery of lungs and all he can do is cough and cough. It feels, at times, as if both sides are the dreamings of the other. One, the pirate sailing master that occasionally dreams a tragedy of his own. The other, a man touched by death and blood dreaming of nothing more complicated than the waves. They live within each other and sometimes, Victor forgets which is which. He suspects it may be avoidance of the reality he ran from, but why should that matter? He ran so far that death can’t touch him anymore. Perhaps a little avoidance is exactly what he needed. Perhaps there was nothing wrong with finding immortality with blood in your chest. And perhaps he is trying and failing to lie to himself.

Searches after horror haunts strange, far places: It had been sheer chance that brought Victor into touch with the crew of the Jolly Roger. If it hadn’t been for that gigantic vessel that radiated menace and promised suffering, Victor would never have thought there had been a chance like Neverland. But he would be lying if he said he hadn’t taken to the sea in a desperate attempt to find something, anything that would stop the rot inside him. Everyone knew that tuberculous spelled death and that there was no real hope beyond fresh air and exercise to slow the progression. A ship promise both in ready supply and as a sailing master, Victor was to spend more time on deck than almost anyone else, sextant and map in hand. He had no idea if it had slowed the disease enough to get him to Neverland, but God was smiling on Victor that day. The miracle cure had been found, though it held him more in a state of limbo than anything else. He stands now partially rotted on strange, forgotten shores and thanks anyone listening for giving him that much of a chance. It was more than his sister had gotten, after all, and though he never dared mention her out of shame and regret for running when she needed him the most, he was determined to make the most of it. He was the last of his family and while the same thing that had eaten them from the inside out now lived in him, there was a chance. One chance was all Victor had asked for and he was determined to make the most of it. The sea had delivered an impossible ask, after all.

And with strange aeons even death may die: So many of the people and people-adjacents on this island have never met death. Charlie has, as has Ace. Ace perhaps had the closest brush with it in a way that Victor would recognize, but it is something different to know you hold suspended self-destruction in your very body. There is nothing on this island but time. Perhaps, if Victor waits long enough, it will die before he does. Perhaps it will crumble to dust like some crew members have before his very eyes. He already has outlasted the one person that could spill his secret to the crew. Victor misses Tristan, of course he does. The crew is the only family worth having in this damned place, but Tristan was smart. Victor is convinced he knew and every day sparked a new fear that that would be the day the secret spilled out from Tristan’s lips, that Hook would push him from the ship because he was wrong and diseased and entirely too dangerous to remain, lest he kill all of them from his own idiocy. Victor has outlasted Tristan, who was the second-most likely thing to kill him on this island. Surely he can outlast the tuberculous?

Random OOC Thoughts:

Victor fancies himself the dodger of death and the incarnate of rot among the pirate crew thanks to his disease. I do think it’s thematic for him to be weirdly close with the concept of death, which doesn’t exist in Neverland the way it does elsewhere. If it did, though, I think Victor would be the closest to it. If he were a Magnus Archives character, make him an avatar of the Corruption. Horror media that make me think of Victor: Annihilation, The Babadook, and above all The Last of Us. Also, he's very Karna from The Ravening War to me. I won't even lie about that.

[scltnsea]

       ❛ — 𝔞 𝔰𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔞 𝔱𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔲𝔢, 𝔞 𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔢𝔩𝔡 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔞 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱  ❜

   　　   　　   　　                CAPTAIN JAMES ❛ HOOK ❜

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                                       INTRO BELOW THE CUT

name: james ❛hook ❜

face claim: luke arnold

alignment: lawful evil

positive attributes: fiercely loyal, strong fighter, charming, strong-willed

character flaws: quick-fused, untrusting, guarded, confrontational, unafraid to turn to violence, manipulative when necessary

headcanons

in the eyes of hook, wendy darling is the textbook case of stockholm syndrom, and whilst wendy doesn’t remember coming to hook requesting aid when she was younger… hook remembers it. he remembers the moment of realization melting into her expression as he begrudgingly informed her that he, too, was trapped here and couldn’t be of any assistance getting her home. it hurt him more to inform her of that fact than it probably was for her to hear it… because in the young girl’s eyes, he saw sally. his first and only love, the melody lilting along with the steady rhythm of his heart beat, and he wanted so badly to help her as he had with sally. yet, seeing her naively returning to peter all those years later, completely oblivious to the mountains of harm he had forced her to climb… it filled hook with a sense of complete and utter loathing. did he loath her for being able to dismiss the evil that was peter pan? Or did he loath her for the way she looked at him, now that she had returned, as if he wasn’t the one she had turned to in her time of desperation? hook himself couldn’t sort that out, and it fills him with waves of turmoil if he dwells on it for too long. 

hook is the sound of a tsunami, not when it crashes against the shore, but the sound as it’s beginning to swell and bloom in the distant pit of the ocean, miles and miles away from the visible eye. he is the hum of the water as it begins to form a catastrophic wave, ebbing chaotically out where no one can see it, fueled by the phenomenon of nature as it prepares to rise so high it’s body could make the tallest mountain look like a thumbtack. the distant rumble is one everyone is aware of, but unable to pinpoint precisely where it’s coming from.

hook takes betrayal incredibly seriously, being as he gave his hand- literally- to give even the opportunity of escape to those in his youth. he is a bastard, a trauma-riddled husk of who he was when he was a small, blissfully unaware child… but within his core there is a hair of need to protect. he would sacrifice a lot just to prohibit those who show him loyalty from suffering any harm, but the moment that bridge of trust is broken… the effort made to repair will cost more than an apology. sometimes, it costs fingers, it costs feet, it costs eyes, other senses, or tongues… he is ruthless in his pursuits to protect, but he is just as ruthless in the consequences of betraying him.

hook is the smell of a long abandoned whiskey barrel beneath the floorboards of a ship, the wood still carrying the smell of liquor complimented by the aroma of the sea. though the barrel is old, worn, and beginning to rot... it carries a sweet and chest-warming musk from the brew it once held that not only soothes the senses, but jump-starts the heart. he is the smell of the metal bands that held the bent planks of wood in their shape, rusted and decaying but complimenting age with bursts of iron and salt that have clung to their surface.

hook's draw to peter pan is one of obsession, as there is not a moment in his mind that is silenced from the echo of guilt he still feels from getting sally killed and putting charlie's life at further risk than it already was due to tempting the hands of the eternal demon. his need to destroy him is one that makes up every fiber of his being, and it is not one he likes questioned. crew mates that dare attempt to ease hook off the ledge in regards to peter are ones that hook sees as betraying him; he is slow to trust and quick to anger and it doesn't take more than an attempt at a consoling comment to have him holding his knife at their throat. as fiercely loyal he is to those who show him respect, he is fiercely loyal to his cause of destroying peter pan and neverland all together.

a glimpse into hook's head....

it wasn’t often hook abandoned the sanctuary that was his crew and his ship, though he solemnly used that word to describe any element of his existence. even his own mind wasn’t a sanctuary, riddled with visions of his youth, of faces he had lost, of battles he had won, of tears he had shed desperately attempting to make sense of why peter was the way he was. long had those ravines of emotion ran dry, materializing themselves in other shapes and forms that had Hook feeling manic more than it didn’t. even his own name brought about discomfort, the lilt of peter’s voice as he sang it with praise ringing in his ears at a decibel that was near deafening whenever it was spoken. however, he had heard about the arrival of a particular individual that had gotten him off the ship for the first time in weeks. no, it couldn’t be so… with how desperate they had been for escape, the very idea that they’d return for any reason of their own free will was unfathomable. hook had been desperate to leave Neverland for what now felt like eternity… and the concept of someone being rewarded that freedom and choosing to return… it threw brush into the dying fire in his chest and sent its flames reaching for the very heaven he knew he wasn’t making it to. crossing through a familiar yet foreign path, hook cut through the winding vines that had slung themselves across tree-trunks due to how long he had left the space between them abandoned. there was weight to his walk, his boots meeting the ground with such an intensity the twigs were snapping before he even set his foot down. however, his stride was brought to a devastating halt at the distant sound of laugher. delicate, whimsical, laughter like the fairies themselves were carrying each note from their lips to hook’s ears, and he almost braced himself against the nearest tree due to how hard the crash of realization came against his chest. ❛ peter, stop! ❜ yet the voice wasn’t one pleading, it wasn’t accompanied by an agonizing scream or the sound of a sword ruthlessly swinging against a limb. it was… delightful, it was cheery, it was playful and innocent and beautiful. ❛ i can't breathe! ❜ but she wasn’t suffocating, for if she was the sounds of laughter would have dimmed and the hum of the island fueling the power of pan and absorbing the residue of a ceased existence would have replaced it. the shrill cries of joy continued, getting louder and louder, sending hook back into the shadows he always sought out, his lungs grasping at each strand of oxygen he was allowing them due to how hard he was holding his breath. she had returned, the beautiful fool had returned, and just as blindly as she had came upon his ship seeking aid… blindly had she returned to the allure of peter pan and the false promises of eternal life and escape he promised each child who blindly trusted that by life, he meant living… but james knew peter. peter knew james. wendy darling, as it so appeared, knew neither of them.

OOC

name: harp/harper

age: twenty three

timezone: est

pronouns: she/her

triggers: n/a

[theseasbelongtome]

" Sun in the sky, I am stopping you from burning, All we need is stars and moon.

Clock on the wall, I am stopping you from turning, Or this night will end too soon... "

IANTHE - Merfolk leader, for better or worse.

Dependant roleplay blog for NeverRPG.

Ianthe has an abundance of confidence, it’s no secret. By design, her reputation as the one of the most brutal and cunning merfolk is known all over the island. Wielding her stunning beauty as a powerful weapon, she has absolutely no trouble luring in her prey, she is always well fed. Ianthe’s throne is made of bones, carefully crafted over the course of decades as she’s climbed to power. Those unlucky enough to become her prey just become another one on the pile for her to perch upon. Countless Humans and Merfolk have fallen to her merciless hand, of whom Ianthe holds no remorse for. Perhaps not every one of those deaths was necessary per se… But she took enjoyment in each and every one. Blood and water are such a beautiful combination. Ianthe thrives in mind games. The island to her is akin to a chess board, one she looms over as she twirls her hair and watches the pieces move around, shifting them in her favour whenever given the opportunity. Peter, Hook, they’re all the same in the end – pawns.

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[littlenin-archive]

นิล - Nin, Sapphire

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The newcomer to Neverland, Nin is eager to settle in and find her way. The first step is to learn to approach those tasty humans who keep exploring the lagoon... but can she?

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

TBA!

[voicilasirene]

La chance abandonne celui qui ne sait, que laisser les cœurs blessés. Tu n'auras personne, pour te consoler, tu ne l'auras pas volé!

BIO | TAGS | PINTEREST | SPOTIFY | NEVER | VADA RAY, SHE/THEY, EST

Anouk’s two most favorite tricks to play on humans are inspired by French folklore. The first is that if someone were to kiss her once a day consecutively over the span of an arbitrary number of days, she’ll be transformed into a human herself and will be able to live with them on land. In truth, she just really likes kisses and making humans look foolish. The second is that she can transform into a dragon. There’s usually some condition offered in explanation for why she won’t do it on the spot.

Wanted connections.  

COURTLY LOVE, OPEN TO ANYONE: That’s right, I want this cold-hearted babe who sees love as nothing but a shallow game and has never felt any kind of true romantic feelings for anyone in her very long life to find someone on the island who feels pure, sweet, chaste courtly love towards her. I think it’d be most likely to be one of the merfolk or small folk, because I’m looking for someone who sees the games she plays with mortals for what they are and appreciates that about her. Someone who knows when she’s being genuine with her affection and when she isn’t. But it could potentially be a human instead! Maybe Anouk will return their love one day, maybe it’ll be unrequited forever; either way it will drive her absolutely mad! 

More coming soon! And of course I am always looking for more humans to fall prey to her mock kindness and charms! ; )

[crimsonbathed]

“ Won’t let a single sinew go to waste. You should stop, you know, you know you should. But nothing else could make me feel this good. “

Azalea Carrion /|\ Exile

Feast upon the sweet flesh of those provided by the island, for it will sustain you, should you sustain it.

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Penned by Nyx, she/her, est

[ifyouwaltzwiththewildthings]

"I can make something good, oh, Something good.

...Shouldn't it come to you naturally?"

Fletcher of a bygone era.

Faceclaim: Jung Jae Wong

Fletcher was very involved in the community of the Smallfolk. They frequently organised and attended ceremonies, celebrations, festivities, anything that involved people coming together. Almost everything they made was for the Smallfolk. The whole community was their family, they cared about each and every one of them. Smallfolk found Fletcher very easy to approach. Whenever asked of anything, even the smallest of things, they would put their whole heart into it, rewarded with big smiles. They never asked for anything in return, they didn’t need to. If the community was doing well, so were they.

Fletcher again and again attempts to leave behind the ashes of the past and look towards a fulfilling future, however the memories of the dead dancing from dusk until dawn haunt them. No matter how many new bonds they create, nothing can serve as a replacement.

With the future looking so uncertain, Fletcher is left often looking distant and sombre, floating through the days and nights with nothing left to hang onto but their tools.

[banditnate]

MEET BANDIT

Hi, gang! Thanks for having me. I’m so stoked to be here :) 

Some lightning-round headcanons about my Lost Boy below 

He never leaves the (tree)house without his HAT – a particularly worn, black baseball cap. There have been a few hats through the years; he hangs onto one until it completely falls apart, then replaces it. It’s kind of his subconscious security blanket. Without it, he feels naked. Many people probably have never seen his head bare. It’s only when he’s in the safety of his designated home (previously his bedroom in The Other Place, now in the hideout with the Lost Boys). (If you DO see him without it ...  It’s essentially like when a cat trusts you and shows you their fuzzy lil belly :) )

He’s always loved FIRE, enthralled by its golden embers and burning coals. Sometimes he’d stare into the flames of a campfire and watch as they curled and licked at the air around them. He often wished he could engulf himself in it, wrap himself in its inferno and wear it like a blazing shield. Get as close as you dare, but touch him and you’ll get burned. 

Nate has a habit of SNEAKING up on people–both friend and foe alike. It’s not always intentional. He’d learned at a young age to be stealthy and light on his feet for his own safety (for Reasons that I don’t need to unpack in this tiny little welcome post), which has proven to make him a useful addition to the Lost Boys. Agile and quick, I imagine he’s Peter’s first pick for a reconnaissance mission (aka spying on the Pirates).

After years of practice, he’s gotten wicked good with crafting and wielding a bow and arrow. He started off just aiming at wild pigs and rabbits as game for supper, but once and a awhile ... a human has a target on their head and a Boy’s gotta do what a Boy’s gotta do 🤷🤷🤷 On a lighter note, I imagine Peter’s probably told him on a couple occasions to aim at apples on the Boys’ heads for his entertainment. On the other hand, sometimes there are pirates who get too close to hurting Peter and he’s aiming right for them. Which leads me to ....

And above all else: he will do absolutely anything for Peter, everyone’s favorite boy-king monarch and savior supreme--because he is so Lost in the Pan Sauce. 

If I haven’t bored you to tears yet with my rambling, check out his BIO for more info! 

Thanks for reading! :’) Can’t wait to write with you all! Shoot me a message if you wanna talk shop. I may or may not have tiny HCs for just about everyone here already.... oops