Peter Pan

Neverland is where new dreams are born and imagination runs wild. The only place of all the realms where simply believing in something can turn it into reality. As for me--the name is Pan, Peter Pan. I'm leader of the lost ones and King of Neverland. If a game or adventure is what you seek, you will find just that. I may not show you mercy, but I will always play fair.

[asking-peterpan]

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If any of y’all have a moment and could show my other Pan rp ( @ask-panofneverland ) some love, it’d be greatly appreciated. The group I’m in is currently on Season 3, Episode 1 and progresses to a new episode every Sunday. All questions should correlate to the current episode. Thank you for the support 💚

[weightless--souls]

[asking-peterpan]

saturn-the-anon

Saturn looked around after having arrived on the shore of the island. They were rather cold from the mist of the water but other than that completely fine. They looked around them at the dark tree line, waiting for something to happen.

It had been a long while since Pan last welcomed anyone to the island. He wasn’t in need of another lost one, and had no intention of letting the newcomer stay. He saw them as a source of temporary amusement--another pawn to be played with in his games. The piper emerged from the lush jungle and appeared suddenly in the once empty space before the shadowy figure.

“Are you lost?” he asked with a smirk pressed to his lips. “You look lost to me.”

@saturn-the-anon​

[unpossiblemuses]

asking-peterpan​:

“Oh, come on Tink! You know it’s all in good fun,” the lost boy pleaded playfully. “I like the sound of that–Tink–not as fitting as Green, but it has a nice ring to it. Don’t you agree?” he suggested. “Now the pixie dust,” Pan urged. He narrowed his gaze to meet Tinker Bell’s, with a slight smile curling at his lips and a ready arm reaching out to receive the magical substance. 

Tink could not contain the flush in her cheeks as Peter gazed at her like that. She never had any choice but to give in every time as she handed him the pixie dust. “You know how difficult it is for me to get that much so I hope you use it wisely.”

[asking-peterpan]

Peter took the dust in hand and looked to it with admiration. A substance as precious as this would not be wasted in one of his games. No, it would serve a greater purpose. “And you should know that I wouldn’t ask for this much unless it was necessary,” the lost boy reminded her. “Now tell me--what is it that you desire in return?”

[perfectquote]

People may not tell you how they feel about you, but their actions will speak for themselves. Pay attention.

Unknown (via perfectquote)

[unpossiblemuses]

Starter for @asking-peterpan​​​

“How many times must I tell you to never call me Green? It’s Tinker Bell. If you keep this up, no pixie dust for you.” She teased as she hid the bag of pixie dust behind her.

[asking-peterpan]

“Oh, come on Tink! You know it’s all in good fun,” the lost boy pleaded playfully. “I like the sound of that--Tink--not as fitting as Green, but it has a nice ring to it. Don’t you agree?” he suggested. “Now the pixie dust,” Pan urged. He narrowed his gaze to meet Tinker Bell’s, with a slight smile curling at his lips and a ready arm reaching out to receive the magical substance. 

[asking-peterpan]

Deal. See you soon then Pan -🪐

That you will, Saturn. 

[asking-peterpan]

I took on a whole class of sexist boys by myself today and got a "cheap yellow sweet" (that's what we call it I'm not being rude) from my teacher. I'm proud of myself for once. 😊

Good for you, but I’m unamused. My only interests are in the lost ones and the island. 

[asking-peterpan]

It’s been a while since we’ve heard from you, Pan. How’s Neverland?

I see that my presence was missed. Neverland is as lively and magical as its always been. The lost ones got into a bit of trouble with Hook and his crew some time ago. They have a nasty habit of getting caught poking around the Captain’s quarters.

[asking-peterpan]

Because I’m exactly what you look for when you search for lost boys: unloved, lost, and alone. I belong on Neverland. -🪐

If you’re so sure that you belong, I will send the shadow for you tonight. You will arrive in Neverland by dawn. I’ll let the lost ones decide whether or not you’re worthy of staying.

[asking-peterpan]

neveryouths:

The lanky second-in-command was experiencing some intense pain himself having been bitten on the arm by the swamp hag but he wasn’t in the habit of whining and moaning about it in public like a little girl. Felix had a high tolerance for pain of which was conditioned in him having endured many nasty levels of wounds inflicted on him through his time in Neverland. He would deal with his injury later in the privacy of his hut. Besides, unlike the other boy who sat whimpering at their feet, he had no such intention of appearing weak in front of his king.

Felix placed a small twig between his lips for his teeth bared down on to help cut the pain he was feeling. He wasn’t going to disappointed Pan; he’d die first. If it was a game he wanted Felix would most definitely oblige him.

A concentrated smirk pulled at the corner of the lost boy’s lips as he made a shiny red object appear from behind his back and with a steady hand placed it on top his head.

  “How about a death-defying game of target practice?”

The smirk that pressed itself to the piper’s lips spread wider at Felix’s proposal. The loyal second in command always seemed to have a way of fulfilling Pan’s desires in ways that the others didn’t. There was an unspoken understanding between the two. One that could only be formed after spending centuries together on the island.  

Pan looked Felix up and down. Despite the lanky blonde’s own injury, he still gave into the king’s requests. Pan never failed to be impressed by the boy’s persistence. While he knew that Felix was eager to satisfy his thirst for thrill, he found more enjoyment in the idea of pushing the less willing boys to their limit.

The king smugly peered down at the boy who was keeled over in pain at his feet and then again at Felix who stood before him with the red object placed atop his mess of hair.

“That’s good Felix--really good. But you’re just all too willing to stand before my bow. Wouldn’t it be much more exciting if this one took your place?” Pan asked while nudging the whimpering boys’ back lazily with the sole of his foot. “Better yet,” he paused for a moment, “I want you to shoot. Show this one what it’s really like to face death.”

@neveryouths​

[danger]

asshai by  Edén Ochoa Iniesta

[asking-peterpan]

My interest is in the fact that I want to go to your island -🪐

You and every other mortal soul. Give me one compelling reason as to why you belong in Neverland and I might consider sending my shadow to your realm. 

[asking-peterpan]

for all of my pretty, and for all of my ugly too i’d love to see me from ur point of view😁

-naya

I can’t see someone who won’t show themselves, love.

[scviorswan]

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[asking-peterpan]

Dear Peter Pan, what's it like to be a stubborn king? *smirks*

What’s it like to be a powerless mortal from the land without magic?