” ————- ready or not..”
out of neverland: i care more about people & friends than plots, screw drafts — if i can make a person smile be it through my writing or otherwise i feel like i’ve had a good day c:
out of neverland: belle’s father’s shop in storybrooke is named game of thorns i
I’ll protect you
but who is going to
They were marionettes of misfortune —— these lost children; ruthless
puppets at the end of tangled strings. Unholy terrors who he condemned
to eternity out of some paraded belief that they had asked for this. But
it’d been him. Great pied piper, adolescent but still human. Who had been
loathed to discover that even devils grew lonely, making use of magic
and make believe to draw them in. Believers, dreamers… nonsensical
children for his hoarde. Only for them to inevitably turn on him, begging
for fathers, sisters, mothers. & he, selfish,
crying boy would cast them
to shadow because w h y ?! Hadn’t he promised them everything?
Taken them from rules and regulatated society
to a place of dreams and granted power
So why didn’t they all love him too?
❝Of course not.❞
You don’t need them.
foul little leeches.
Kill them all.
Wring their necks.
Drain the juices from their corpses.
Make them suffer.
Break them once and for all.
omgerddddd ; [ creys & curls into a ball of feels ] thank you so much <3 there are so many beautiful peters running around so it means a lot to hear that i’m not royally ruining him by comparison ahaha
Gaze d e a d e n s —————-
honeyed stare manipulated by an unmistakeable anger as it leveled
upon the brazen thing before him; colorless spectre and unwelcomed
guest who has now made the foolish mistake of upsetting him. & as
he saunters forward, every step is pronounced by an intended need
to harm, until he’s standing before the lamb with nothing between them
but inches and unslaked, ravenous jowls.
❝Well,❞ such a nonchalant tone for a boy who’s obviously
❝You’d have to ask Hook that, wouldn’t you?❞
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