broken king of neverland

[brxkenking-blog]

✤ - a memory that involves romance/love

[brxkenking-blog]

“Do you have a name, or can I call you mine?” // Mombi

“ –- Uhm. What?”

[brxkenking-blog]

✓ - a sexual memory

It was a distant memory, one that Pan had almost lost had it not been for the Underworld’s tricks to play with his mind. He was young, naive, and looked slightly older than he did currently but young all the same. He’d met her travelling, and soon they’d become friends. But one drunken night had led to something. Or rather someone. If he’d had known he was to become a father, he would have stopped but the thrill of what they were doing had awoken parts that he’d never explored before. Parts that he’d left alone since the birth of his child –– a child he had no idea how to raise, the same one that would later kill him. If anything, Peter was ashamed of what transpired so many centuries ago, but then again if it hadn’t, he probably would never have found Neverland.  

[daily-robbie-kay]

Don’t you know? Peter Pan never fails

[xxmoved-blog]

Memory Meme

Past experiences help shape who we are currently, how we see the world. Send in a symbol and I’ll write a drabble of one of my muse’s memories. 

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❥ - a childhood memory

♣ - a fading memory

✂ - a vivid memory

✖ - a repressed memory

✈ - an eye-opening memory

✤ - a memory that involves romance/love

☤ - a memory of death/loss

✍ - a memory of their mother

☽ - a memory of their father

♘ - a memory of their sibling(s)

✌ - a memory of a relative

↕ - a memory that may or may not have happened

♚ - a memory of something paranormal

✓ - a sexual memory

♬ - a friend/best friend memory

[skirtish-blog]

SEND ME A BAD PICK-UP LINE

Go ahead and add more if you want!

“Are you a magician? When I looked at you, everyone else disappeared.” “I’ve been feeling a little off today, but you definitely turned me on.” “Can I get a picture of you? I want to show my parents what my spouse looks like.” “Your hand looks heavy. Let me hold it for you.” “When God made you, he was showing off.” “Your lips look so lonely. Would they like to meet mine?” “What time do you have to go back to Heaven?” “Are you a camera? Every time I look at you, I smile.” “I might as well call you Google, because you have everything that I’m looking for.” “Nice pants. Can I test the zipper?” “I love every bone in your body. Especially mine.” “Are you made of Copper and Tellurium? Because you sure are CuTe.” “Would you like to have breakfast in bed tomorrow?” “Are you a thief? I think you just stole my heart.” “If I could change the alphabet, I’d put U and I together.” “Call life alert! I’ve fallen for you and I can’t get up.” “Do you have a name, or can I call you mine?” “I lost my teddy bear, can I sleep with you?” “Do you have a map? I keep getting lost in your eyes.” “Feel my shirt. You know what it’s made of? Date material.” “If you were a triangle, you’d be acute one.” “There’s something wrong with my phone. It doesn’t have your number in it.” “On a scale of 1 to 10: You’re a 9, and I’m the 1 you need.” “I lost my number. Can I have yours?” “Let’s play Titanic. You be the ocean, and I’ll go down on you.” “Did we have a class together? I could’ve sworn we had chemistry.” “Do you have a mirror in your pants? Because I can see myself in them.” “There are 21 letters in the alphabet, right? Oh, wait. I missed ‘U’, ‘R’, ‘A’, ‘Q’, ‘T’.” “If you stood in front of a mirror and held up 11 roses, you would see 12 of the most beautiful things in the world.” “Are you going to kiss me, or am I going to have to lie in my journal?” “I don’t have a library card, but can I check you out?” “You must be a broom, because you just swept me off your feet.” “Do you like KFC? Because you’re finger lickin’ good.” “What’s on the menu? Me-n-u.” “I’m no photographer, but I can picture us together.” “Is that a banana in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” “You must be tired. You’ve been running through my mind all day long.”

[daily-robbie-kay]

I’m Peter. Peter Pan.

[operationwhiteswan]

As Pan stepped out of the shadows, his features became more apparent. He looked tired and broken down more than anything. Emma wanted to believe him; the look of him might’ve been enough to convince her that his warning was real. It was obvious to her that the Underworld was the one to worry about, not it’s prisoners. Emma couldn’t help but have a soft spot for the poor, lost boy in front of her. She took the canteen off of her belt and handed him the water.

“We have to find what we came here for. I made a promise that I don’t intend to break.”

[brxkenking-blog]

Pan couldn’t help but step back as she reached for her belt. Some might say he was paranoid, but years of torture and sleepless nights were to blame for that. Nevertheless he really needed to keep it under control, after all, this could be all in his head. Again. Hell did that to you...It played games with you. And not the good kind of games that Pan loved so dearly. These were vicious with the intent of breaking you down, stripping you of your identity; screwing with your memories so that you couldn’t even trust your own mind. This could all be in his head, a trick. Another game they wanted to play with him, but why would he see Emma? And how could he remember her so clearly? “The Underworld is a dark place, Emma. Whatever or whomever you’re searching for must be worth a considerable lot for you all to damn your souls.”

[bitrek]

Careful, he may look like a boy, but he’s a bloody demon.

[jonesoftheunderworld]

Second Star to the Wrong || Killian Jones + Peter Pan

He wasn’t supposed to leave the shelter, he knew that. Megara would probably kill him— again. But he had to find Liam, even if it meant braving the corners of the Underworld alone. The creatures there, they might have stayed away from him while he was sheltered, but Liam was still out there. “Liam, I’ll find you, I promise you that much. I don’t know what mistake the gods have made to send us here, but we will not stay here for long.”

As he gained headway into the depths of the realm, he found a part of the realm that had changed, a section of the woods that looked different than the others. “Is anyone there?” he asked, assuming that if something had changed, then someone must have changed it.

[brxkenking-blog]

Pan turned at the voice. The male was familiar, and after a few minutes of staring, a name clicked. “ –- Hook?” He asked, skeptical and confused but still trying to focus on the distant memory of whomever this man was. “I know you...” What was he to him? A friend? Not likely, he didn’t seem to have many friends. An enemy then? The boy was in Hell for a reason, after all. 

[operationwhiteswan]

Emma had been trying to rally the troops all day, or what seemed like a day. It’s like time stopped here, and there was no way of telling if it was day or night. All of the search groups were ready to depart, until Emma heard a familiar voice come out of the s h a d o w s. Turning around to face the boy behind her, she couldn’t help but try to control the worried look on her face. The last time they were in Pan’s presence he was betrayed by his own son. No doubt that took a toll on him, and the whole Underworld thing certainly couldn’t have helped. “Why? So you can use it against me? Not a chance.”

[brxkenking-blog]

Pan knew this wasn’t going to be easy, after all their history together wasn’t exactly good. Cautiously, he took a few steps forward, revealing himself fully from the shadows. He wondered what she’d think of him with the permanent blue and purple circles that lined under his eyes, or perhaps the fact he looked like he’d been dragged through Hell and back. Well he had. The place had taken its toll on him both physically and mentally, so no one could blame him if he really didn’t give a toss about his appearance. “I just want to help. You shouldn’t be here, it’s dangerous.” 

[operationwhiteswan]

Take control of the situation. Someone had to be barking orders to keep everyone in line, and she knew most of them weren’t happy to be there. A million scenarios jumped into her head, tons of possible outcomes. Should they split up? Stick together? Who could you trust down here? She made a decision to split up, maybe cover more ground that way. Hook could be anywhere in hell, but she was determined to find him… always. No matter what they did, it had to be fast.

    “Alright.. You’re with us. Let’s go.”

[brxkenking-blog]

What was going on? Had the whole town of Storybrooke died? Surely something else was going off if the Saviour was at the middle of it all. He had to know, and if there was a chance of them returning to the real world, then Pan wanted in. He wouldn’t admit it aloud but Hell had changed him. He was more––more vulnerable. The reality of what happened had slammed him hard, and his mind was still reigning in from the damage caused. But if he were to have any chance of getting out the place that tormented him so, he needed to play nice, but at the same time, not reveal how far he’d actually fallen. “What are you doing here, Emma?” 

[frabjousqueen]

We don’t have any kings in Neverland - just me.

[secondchancecassidy-deactivated]

“Where the hell am I?”

[brxkenking-blog]

It took him longer than deemed normal to recognise the voice; his mind scrambling to piece together lost memories with ones he’d attempted to loose in order of remembering who the familiar man was. “The Underworld––” A name finally clicked, and Pan took a hesitant shuffle back. This was Baelfire. His grandson. Damn, this place was getting to him more than he thought it was if he forgot Bae of all people. “Is Rumple dead too?” 

[movedtoswanbug]