#evil doings

[moonsandloons]

Fuck yeah I love being EVIL and doing HORRIBLE THINGS (editing wiki, going on the porch, etc etc)

[my-melodyyyy]

SHE LEFT ME FOR A MAN MY LESBIAN (NOW EX) LESBIAN LOVER LEDT ME AND STARTED DATING A MAN IM NOT EVEN PLAYING I HATE MY LIFE BEING A LESBIAN IS THE WORST I HATE HER I HATE HER I WISH HER ILL (not really) I WANY HER TO FUCKING DIE (not really) I CANT BELIEVE IT WHY WPUKF SHE DO THAY😭😭😭😭😭😭

[oddsconvert]

I really be putting sweet Henley through it in this next ATOYOM chapter, just to let y'all know 😘

[sollux-captor]

Who'd you have to kill for that url?

i could ask you the same question.

i simply took care of some business >8)

[imaginative-neverland-blog]

Evil Doings

Request: Because this may be the end of Peter Pan requests, could you do a Pan imagine where the reader is evil and Pan and the reader are working together ? You can choose what their planning on doing

Warnings: none

“Coming for my help, eh?” You chuckled sarcastically. 

Peter Pan, standing before you, grumbled in defeat. “Yes,” he moaned out.

“Aw, with what?” You asked, still teasing him.

“Hush it, will you? I need you to help me with my next project.”

“And that is...?”

You stood in front of Peter, hands on hips. You had no time for his stupid games. You had other things to do, being a villain yourself. A better one than Peter, might you add.

“I need to steal the heart of this boy in Storybrooke. He’ll save the island and the boys, but more importantly, myself.”

You rolled your eyes. “Of course this is all about you. What can I say, you’re a villain. A selfish one.”

Peter groaned. “Are you going to help me or not?”

You pretended to thing about it, making him wait. You hummed, thinking. Peter tapped his foot, beginning to become antsy. 

“Eh, sure. Off to Neverland for me.”

Everything was set in stone. Peter had his Lost Boys, had Wendy, and had you. Wendy would manipulate Henry after Peter got hold of him, the Lost Boys would put up a fight, and you would completely distract an old friend. Captain Hook.

You had a history with Hook--Killian--hearing that he had a new lover, you really had to get onto that. It would be fun to see him crumble at the sight of you in front of his little girlfriend. You’d be in tattered clothing, dirt and grime on your skin, and hair a mess. You were playing a prisoner. Distracting Killian would distract the new girlfriend, Emma. Thus would distract the others, creating a domino effect.

“They’re coming from the east side, Hook should be with the others that way,” Peter pointed down a path.

“Killian, my dear. His name is Killian.”

Peter rolled his eyes. “I can’t believe you two dated.”

“Aw, is Peter Pan jealous that he hasn’t gotten any of this?” You motioned to your body, obviously teasing him.

He growled, raising a brow. “You’d like it if that happened.”

“Uh-huh, sure thing, Peter Pan.”

You walked down the pathway, strutting a little to mess with Peter a little more. Once out of sight, you began running, appearing to be escaping the island when you ran into the Storybrooke people.

You gasped for air, beads of sweat running down your forehead. You stopped for a moment, looking as if you would collapse at any moment. When you looked up to see the startled group, you started the plan.

“Oh thank God, p-people,” you wheezed. “O-Oh my... Killian? Is that you?” 

You stumbled over, holding onto him. “I’ve missed you so much, Killian. I’ve never been so thankful to see you.”

“Y/N? What are you doing here, darling? Are you trapped here?”

The blonde standing close to Killian looked jealous. She must be Emma. You tried to hide your smirk.

“Yes! Please, you have to help me out of here! You don’t know what Pan’s truly capable of. You really don’t.”

Before Killian could reply, Emma stepped in. 

“Who’s this?” She asked, an attitude in her tone. 

“Emma,this is Y/N... We, uh--”

“We dated. For a long time. We’d still be together if it weren’t for my stupid mistake,” you breathed, finally catching your breath.

“Still together?” Emma raised her brows. “What do you mean still together?”

“Emma, enough, we don’t have time for this. We need to find my son.” A woman with dark hair spoke up. She already seemed annoyed. Though Emma shrugged her off. 

“Emma, love, nothing goes on with us anymore--”

“Yeah, but if I didn’t mess up, I would still be in the picture--but enough of that! Killian, please, help me.” You made yourself sound as vulnerable as possible. You held tighter onto him, gripping his arms. 

“I promise I’ll take you off this island, we just need to find Regina’s and Emma’s son, Henry--”

“NO!” You screamed, an echo shaking the trees. “Get me off now! Killian, listen! You thought you knew Pan, but trust me, what he’s done to me these past few years... I want off now! I can’t bear it! Please, Killian, please!” You begged and tried your best to let a few tears slip. You needed to sell this act.

“Killian, we need to go!” Regina demanded through her teeth.

“Yeah, let her stay on the beach while we get my son.” Emma gritted her teeth as well.

Killian stammered, looking at both the women he was with. He quickly looked at you, guilt flashing in his eyes. 

“Y-You ladies go ahead. Find Snow and David. I’ll escort her--”

“Hell you won’t,” Emma snapped.

The three started to argue a little. You smirked, letting the next part of the plan fall into place. You did a hand signal, letting the few Lost Boys hiding in the trees know it was time. The blew sleep darts was the trio.

Killian looked at you, such betrayal now in his eyes. “W-Why?”

“Oh honey, I didn’t mess things up between us. I wanted out because you were and still are just... too... soft.”

Killian’s head fell to the ground as sleep took over him, Emma, and Regina. They lay there paralyzed in sleep. 

“Job well done, boys. Now, let’s find these Snow and David people.”

You began walking, the small group of boys climbing out of the trees. The followed behind you, prepared for whatever else was to come.

“Peter, we did it,” you said a little loudly. You knew Peter would hear, and he did. 

A smirk payed on his lips. Stealing Henry’s heart was going to work, and Peter would be saved.

[my-melodyyyy]

i am full of hate and that hate is for you

[my-melodyyyy]

ive been practicing my evil laugh lately. something like Mwahahhaha MMMWhaahhahahAHAAAAA or maybe something a bit unconventional like PSHAEEEEHEHEEHE pshhhEHEHEHEGE

open to suggestions