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@pointdears
𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫
Are you ready for an adventure? Well, follow me to pointdears! This is a roleplay account for Peter also known as Peter Pan. Taken from Disney's Peter Pan, mixed with The Child Thief by Brom, and my own twists... forms a more darker and horror rendition of our beloved Peter! As a warning, this blog will have dark themes, and prefer if you are 21+. More information will be located below!!
AJ. She/her. 26. info. interest tracker. promo.
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Howl by Florence and the Machine except you’re running desperately through the forest, hounds baying at your heels - hellhounds, you feel certain - and the song is playing from your phone in your pocket. Because you have a sense of humor. And because it keeps you going as the chase continues for what feels like forever, and keeps you from fearing what will happen when it ends.
There are some things you cannot control, and I am at least three of them.
now, one could never say that mapplethorpe had a broken mind. no, his mind was eclectic and wild. it was like no one could really understand his mind except for his mother and his best friend. he was suffering in this small town. in fact, he was suffocating. he longed to go somewhere, anywhere---....where he'd be accepted. he never voiced that out loud but he certainly felt it. perhaps, that's why mapplethorpe's curiosity was getting the best of him. like maybe, just maybe---....the strange boy around his own age did speak of a place he'd excel at. a place of fantasy. god, he couldn't help but dangle onto that hope as he followed after the redheaded boy.
he'll raise a quizzical eyebrow, still a part of him skeptical. though, the other part of him? full of adrenaline. full of excitement. even if there wasn't a magical land, he had still had fun. he still hoped to continue to have even more fun. "ooooookay. whatever you say, dude." his hands come up to rest behind his head as he kept up pace with the other boy, blowing a stray curl from his face.
"i would never say no to a snack. i could go for some sweets. or---.....fast food," though, this certainly wasn't maccas but that didn't stop him from thinking about something absolutely terrible for him. though, he'd settle for candies and chips. he's sure he can find plenty. though, the fact of the matter was---....he didn't really have a lot of money, did he? he could never keep a job, usually getting let go within a week because he didn't have the best work ethic. though, it still doesn't stop him from following peter into the store. it wouldn't be the first time he's stolen from somewhere. pay for some, stuff the rest into the pockets of his oversized hoodie. easy peasy.
his attention is drawn back to peter as he pulls out the converse, attention drawn away from the shoes he had been looking at. "ah, yeah. converse are a good brand, man! i use them to skate a lot. i got a bunch of different colors. i feel like---...." he'll move towards where peter stood, picking up a pair of green converse to show him. "this is more your style. green seems to be your color,"
EXCITEMENT COURSED THROUGH HIS ENTIRE BODY. IT SHOCKED EVERY INCH of him until it was set free through his golden eyes. So much so, that they appeared to glow. Whenever he was in a bout of mischief, he couldn’t help but flash that wicked grin.
PETER LOOKED AT THE PAIR HIS NEW FRIEND HAD PICKED out. He took it eagerly, sharp tipped fingers carefully pulled one of them out to look at it. The color was indeed more his style. A freshly, nice, green shade. He hummed in appreciation at Mapplethrope’s thoughtfulness, “ I like these ones, too! ” Peter checked the size quickly before he closed the box, and turned his gaze back to the blond, “ Need a new pair? I think you’d look nice in some new ones, doncha think? ” He chuckled with joy, “ C’mon, pick a pair! ” He then tucked the shoe box under his arm, and continued out of the section.
HE EASILY SLIPPED BY OTHER CUSTOMERS, SWIFTLY MADE A PATH towards the snacks. Chips? Sure. Some chocolate? Most definitely! Peter paid no mind towards the others, and as long as he did so, they paid no mind to him. A piece of cake, or whatever they like to say. So, with the candies and chips he grabbed to share, he threw them in with his shoes to help carry them out. Peter then made his way to look at his drink choices. He wasn’t so sure what to grab. Hell, he couldn’t remember what he liked when he came to this world last. When was that exactly? What year was it? He shrugged. It didn’t matter. Time seemed to fly by when he lived in the place his father created. He decided to pick at random for two sodas and two waters. Again, he placed them in his shoebox with the rest of his haul.
ONCE SATISFIED, HE MADE HIS WAY BACK TO MAPPLETHROPE. HIS grin was back, a small pep in his step as he came to his side, “ I think I got enough stuff for the two of us! Sharing is caring as they say! ” Peter let out a small hoot, “ Did you pick out a pair? ”
on the walls of the monastery
HE TRAVELED ALONE, LOOKED EXHAUSTED, AND DARE HE SAY SCARED? These were the types he was after. No, not to harm them. He wanted to give them a safe place— as if the world you live in is any safer. True, but at least they could gain something if they held out just long enough. They gain a home, friends, family, and an extra bonus to help them live longer lives. Heck, how old was Peter truly? He didn’t know. He didn’t really care either.
THE BOY SPOKE TO HIM INSTANTLY WHICH MADE GOLDEN EYES gleam with delight. At least he wasn’t afraid to face a stranger, not that Peter wanted to stay strangers long. However, the names the boy called him made Peter’s nose scrunch up, “ What is a dryad? What’s a satyr? ” He never liked not knowing things. Was it something terrible? Peter didn’t like to be terrible unless it was to a certain someone with a hooked hand, “ Whatever those are I’m sure I’m not them! ”
SISTER? WAS THERE TWO OF THEM? THIS COULD BE BETTER! Lost siblings were always a struggle, but that never stopped him. If anything it just made him more eager to take them under his wing. It was a challenge, and Peter never backed away from a challenge, “ She will? Well that’s great news! It’s never easy being alone. ” He would know all about that. Peter moved from behind the tree, crossed his arms over his chest, and leaned his shoulder against the rough surface.
HIS EYES KEPT CONTACT, STUDIED THE BOY AS BEST AS possible. Something smelled like a lie, and he wasn’t too sure what it was yet, “ Are you and your sister all alone out there? ”
@stygicniron XX
sure, mapplethorpe was probably not the usual teenaged boy he went for. in fact, he was probably older than most. he was eighteen, but it was hard to see him in a young adult light whenever he acted the way he did. he took nothing seriously and bulked at the sense of responsibility. ( before he had gone out that day, he had promised his mother he'd fold the laundry. he never did that. ) he was someone who never wanted to grow older. never wanted to grow up. he wanted to keep writing his stories. he didn't care if he was in danger of repeating his senior year because he didn't take any of the assignments seriously. he was doing everything in his power to dig his feet in the ground, refusing to change.
mapplethorpe had never imagined that he'd be holding onto a little bird. he'd never stood still long enough to even get close to one. yet, this redheaded boy managed to pluck one from a tree and hand it over to him like it was nothing. maybe he was magic. maybe everything he was talking about was real. though, an ache in his chest started to deepen. what if it wasn't real and this was all just a lie? a fluke? his ringed finger comes up to gently run over the top of the birds head, his grin faltering.
the blonde wouldn't deny the fact that he was pretty much attached to his dab pen or even his vape. a terrible habit in order to function in a world he never felt like he belonged in. eyebrows furrow for a moment whenever he answers his question, only making him feel further perplexed. "sounds like something someone who was high would say---..." though, he doesn't seem to be high, does he? just a little strange. just someone that seemed to have the same mind as him. in fact, he didn't feel the need to hit his pen at all whenever speaking to peter.
dark blues watch as the redhead seems to jump off the tree limb, landing perfectly on his feet. mapplethorpe had tried this move many times, but had broken his ankle. jealousy spikes in his chest, knowing full well that he wouldn't be able to do anything similar. he'll find himself gently placing the bird on a branch before he starts to maneuver down the tree, only jumping whenever he felt like he was at a safe distance. he's quick to trot over towards peter, hands placed behind his head as he tried his best to look nonchalant and hide his excitement. "okay, show me this place or whatever."
IT WAS THE LITTLE THINGS THAT ADDED UP IN THE end. It was so easy to capture the wonder from the broken mind. Let them hold a creature that was always so hard to catch, and soon their childish glee returns. Even something as simple as climbing a tree, a silly race to the top just to see how their eyes sparkle. It was just so easy to grab the broken, and Peter was glad he was able to snag them before life drained them from a bleak life. Not only that but it was a win-win for him and his father, except when cases like this happened. It appeared the blond’s mother wasn’t much of a sinner. Oh well. His father will have plenty to torment in the future.
THE REDHEAD CONTINUED HIS WALK, SO CERTAIN THE OTHER WOULD follow him. Which only meant a smile tugged at the corner of his lips when he heard Mapplethrope climb from the tree. Pointed ears easily picked up on the quick footsteps to catch up to him. This made Peter giggle again, “ Why of course I will! ” He continued his trail with a slight pick up in pace, yet postured as if he had no care in the world because really… he didn’t.
HOWEVER, BEFORE THEY REACHED THE MAGICAL LAND, HE NEEDED TO know how far Mapplethrope would go for him. He needed to see the rage, the loyalty, and the willingness. If there was just a hint of either of those three, Peter was sure when they got to Neverland he would be able to get him glued to his heel. Though the land was full of magic, there was also danger to which Mapplethrope would be trained to deal with.
GOLDEN EYES SPOTTED A STORE JUST UP AHEAD. PERFECT. IT appeared to have all that he needed. From what he can tell there will be candy, toys, shoes, and a whole bunch of other things that would make a Christmas morning a child’s dream, “ I’m hungry. How about you? Some chocolate and candies sound like a good treat to me! ” Voice ever so cheerful as he made a quick turn into the store.
“ GOLLY, WOULD YOU LOOK AT THIS PLACE? ” HE STUFFED HIS hands in his pockets, and began to walk the aisle, “ I definitely want some chocolate— oh man! I do like the look of these shoes! ” Peter was quick to pick up a fresh pair of converse. Really, he did like them. He would often wear an old pair when he came here, but this time he forgot to change his boots. Oh well, “ What do you think? Do you like them? ”
Jason Isaacs as Captain James Hook PETER PAN (2003)
From "Do not Forget Me"
“remember?” no <3
These tones…
mapplethorpe had an entire universe in his head. he was always some kind of hero that got the attention he felt like he deserved. rather it be having a pet dragon or a haven of beautiful maidens. granted, things had become a little serious in the land of make believe. there was more threats to his wellbeing that weren't just in the form of high school bullies. the real monsters was a three headed creature named Responsibility, Accountability and Adulthood. it was always trying to get him.
the blonde couldn't help but feel amazed by how the birds seem so calm around him. never in his life has this ever happened. he'll lean back, resting against the trunk of the tree. his eyes close for a moment, feeling a sliver of sunlight on his face. he'll nod his head with a soft hum. "---....do you see them hungry a lot? you seem to know a lot. i feel like i'd be friends with mermaids." or he'd be fish food. it doesn't really matter, though. the chances of him running into a mermaid are slim to none, right?
his eyes open whenever peter moves onto his branch, gingerly taking his hand within his own. his mouth falls open slightly whenever the bird is placed in his hand. he'll bring his free hand up to stroke at the feathers, grinning. "woah---...." his voice is just above a whisper, blue eyes glued on the bird in his palm. of course, he does bring his attention back to peter. "---....is this some kind of joke? are you really high right now? am i really high right now?"
PETER COULD TELL THAT THIS YOUNG SOUL WAS MADE FOR Neverland. Normally he went after the youth that didn’t have a great family life, but he had an active imagination. Besides, he saw how boring this world was. Who wouldn’t want to fight a pirate, battle monsters, and save more children from a place like this. It was too bleak, and the air quality? Peter wanted to throw up, wanted to act on the hatefulness in his heart for the youth here. Alas, this was the best he could do.
AS HE SAW THE WONDER FILL MAPPLETHORPE’S EYES WHILE HE held onto the tiny creature, Peter knew he most definitely had him locked in. It didn’t help with all the questions he asked about the merfolk either. It was as if destiny pulled them together, and Peter wasn’t about to let it slip from his hands. So, with that in mind, he knew he had to catch his heart quickly— actually take him to where they needed to go.
THE REDHEAD STRETCHED WITH ARMS HELD ABOVE HIS HEAD. IT was almost too nonchalant with what their topic of conversation was, “ Are we high? ” what a filthy habit of adults that had to have some type of chemical balance to remind them of what magic was He giggled, “ Just as high as we are from the ground now. ” He said while he looked down from where they were perched, “ If you come with me, like if you really want to come with me, then all your answers about mermaids can be revealed by yourself. ”
GOLDEN EYES FLASHED WITH CHILDISH WICKEDNESS BEFORE HE LEAPED OFF of the branch they currently occupied. With grace, he landed on his feet that would put gymnasts to shame. Peter turned, looked up, and blew out a soft breath to free the red curtain of hair that fell in his sight, “ Well? You comin’ or not? ” He turned on his heel, and began to whistle with his hands were in his pockets. Why not a little more mystery? It usually made people want to know more.
craggy Cramond
Just like when he giggles as he breaks your bones… he will be unsettling in the fact of licking your blood off his blades while crouching over you and smiling.
mapplethorpe can't help but perk up at the sound that left the redhead. it sounded almost identical to the birds around him. mapplethorpe was good at mimicking sounds, especially whenever he was hyperfocused. though, he could never sound just like a bird. no way. sure, he could mimic different accents and even voice actors but a bird? no way. he'll blink a few times rapidly, head tilting to the side. blue eyes shift to watch all the birds flutter towards them, hopping around the branches. he'll press his tongue into the inside of his cheek, biting back a grin. he didn't want to see too interested. didn't want to boost the other teens ego too much. mapplethorpe always was good at keeping people at arms length.
"practical? i don't know about that," he'll kick his feet, looking down at his tattered converse. they've always been fateful to him! rather it be running up large rocks or getting around on his skateboard. yeah, he often got made fun of for not having a license but his mother had tried to teach him but---....well, it's terrifying to see him behind the wheel. everyone always wants to move on. apparently giving a presentation about joan of arc---....fighting zombies in history class is frowned upon. it's not his fault he finds history boring. especially the way they teach it in schools. it's like the world was growing and mapplethorpe, as stubborn as he is, refused to follow suit. why would he want to become boring?
mapplethorpe can't help but feel amazed---....and envious as the birds seemed to gravitate towards peter, even allowing him to hold one of them. it reminded him of snow white. this weird boy was like snow white. mapplethorpe had always moved around too much, was always too loud. he was more likely to scare off a flock of birds than he was to befriend them. that's how he had always been. too loud. "you know, what's the difference between a mermaid and a siren? i feel like---....they are both beautiful women who sing, luring men into the ocean so they can drown them and eat them. same species but different folklore?" he'll think out loud, tone curious. now this was the kind of things he'd think about. who gives a fuck about college?
the question makes his jaw lock, his body tensing up. his legs stop swinging and his hands move to grasp onto the branch underneath him. he'll tighten his grip, his knuckles turning white against tanned skin. he'll force himself to relax with a sigh, shaking his head. "duh. who wouldn't want adventures like that?" tongue clicks on the roof of his mouth. "but they're always in my head. that place is in my head,"
PETER KNEW HE WAS GREAT, BUT TO HEAR IT WAS much more fulfilling. He cherished anytime he got praise because it felt delightful. It filled that childish dream— the magic he should’ve known while he was still a child. He damned the fact that he was technically a young adult, but at heart he was just as child-like as any child. And since that was true… he could tell when others had that wonder in their eyes, or when they tried to hide their glee when Peter did something that made them believe more.
HE CONTINUED TO STROKE THE BIRD’S FEATHER WITH A SOFT whistle to calm the birds around him. They were already as calm as could be, but what was a little more? He wanted to make sure for the sake of his new friend! He seemed interested in what he had done with the little creatures, “ I think they are the same, ” Peter responded with great interest in the question, “ Perhaps the whole world just saw different sides of them. I think mermaids are just mermaids. But…. ” he hummed, the bird fluttering to rest on just one of his fingers, “ But, they can be like the stories of Sirens. They're more Siren when they feel threatened and hungry. ”
BINGO. HE GOT HIM WHERE HE WANTED HIM. THE REDHEAD glanced at Mapplethorpe as his eyes glittered with new found intensity. Peter then moved to stand while he carefully held the bird as he closed the distance between them. With a steady hand, he gingerly took Mapplethorpe’s, and then placed the bird within his palm. He made a soft coo to ease the tension in the bird as it settled in the new hand. Peter began to grin, “ What if I told you that place was real? ” The bird seemed to flutter with excitement, “ Mapplethorpe, my friend, I can take you there. ”
“Take one more step towards me - and I’ll snap you in half like a stick.”
THREATS. HE WAS ALWAYS AMUSED BY THOSE SINCE HE heard them almost everyday by the man with the hook for a hand. The redhead couldn’t help the small laugh that spilled from his lips as he took in their threat. Perhaps it was a little too childish, but he couldn’t help it. It was in his nature— in his blood to act this way. Yet, he wasn’t stupid. He would not approach this stranger anymore. However, that doesn’t mean he won’t still observe @ghostlyhcurs to find where he could strike on short notice.
FRECKLED CHEEKS SPREAD WIDE WITH A CHILD-LIKE KNOWING THAT THERE would be free time to play. He liked to play. Especially if it involved the smooth way his blades sunk into flesh, and a warm spray was splattered crimson to accent his freckles. The thought alone caused a giggle to bubble from his throat. What more could he ask for?
HIS HANDS WERE PLAYFULLY HELD UP IN DEFENSE WITH A wicked grin. With his head tilted he spoke softly, “ That’s quite the introduction. Normally, people don’t threaten others when they first meet, ” disappointment was clear in his voice, “ It’s rude. ”
