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[isa-moon-man]

I have no idea when I’m finally going to finish this, but here’s what I’ve gotten so far. I started making this in December of 2023, and decided to post the unfinished product.

[athena-xox]

I am so sick (like puking) that I can’t watch anything that requires thinking, this includes eah because even tho ik the show like the back of my hand I’m always trying to analyze which is no good.

Which means I am quite literally watching Jake and the Neverland pirates.

And tell me why, I’ve already found my tragic sapphic ship

[childstim]

Jake and the Never Land Pirates Aesthetic!

[isa-moon-man]

I had to.

[isa-moon-man]

| The Origins of the Sea Witch | Part One

| Twisted Wonderland Jake and the Never Land Pirates!AU

| Summary: How Vil Schoenheit, the second fairest in all of Never Land became the Sea Witch known in a certain legend.

| Note: This is partially based off of the Jake and the Never Land Pirates episodes; The Pirate Princess, Season of the Sea Witch, Misty’s Magical Mix-Up!, and Witch Hook; though I did take some creative liberties. I started writing this back in January, and decided to come back to finish it.

Vil stood in his room in the castle, searching through old books he had recently found while travelling. He flipped through the dusty, old pages, the look on his face suggesting that he wasn’t finding any of what he was hoping to find. He let out a sigh, setting the book he was holding down onto a nearby table. 

“I was hoping for something useful… but so far, I’ve had no such luck.”

Picking up the next old and rather worn book, he closed his eyes in thought. Perhaps those days of exploring and searching Never Land simply weren’t worth it. Unlike the many pirates, Vil was not after treasure. He was in search of knowledge; knowledge of how to become and remain the fairest one in the land. However, none of the books he had found contained anything of the sort.

Or so it seemed.

The book in Vil’s hands turned out to be a safe; having been hollowed out in the middle, leaving a space inside to store something. The book was being used as the hiding place for a map.

“What’s this…?”

Vil raised an eyebrow as he removed the map from inside the book. He set the book back down on the table, and took a look at the map. One could only assume that the map led to some sort of buried treasure; there was a lot of that on Never Land. The map had covered up a message inside of the book; a warning, from the one who hid it.

“This map leads to my enchanted mirror. Seek its power if you dare, but be warned; its words shall rot the hearts of the wicked.”

“An enchanted mirror…?”

Vil’s eyes widened as he read the message written inside the book safe. He had read about this before. Or at least something very similar. Vil thought to himself, “This could be what I was searching for; the key to becoming the fairest one of all. I simply must look for this mirror.”

So, Vil left his castle, bringing the book and the map with him. The map led him to a mountain, with what appeared to be a witch’s lair hidden inside; a fitting place for him. Inside was a large, green pool, which was undoubtedly enchanted in some way or another and had magical properties.

“Now, where is that mirror?”

In truth, it didn’t take much looking to find the mirror, as it was sitting on a table in plain sight. Vil carefully approached the table, gently picking up the green mirror. A face then appeared in the mirror; a green face, with a moustache. The mirror then spoke to him, saying,

“Ask a question if you dare. I tell the truth, so beware.”

Vil thought for a moment, before asking,

“Mirror, mirror, in my hand, who is the fairest in all of Never Land?”

The mirror answered, and with its answer pictured who it spoke of in the glass:

“Over the sea and golden sand, Neige is the fairest in Never Land.”

Vil stared into the mirror, at Neige’s face, his eyes eventually narrowing with a more serious look as he lowered the mirror. 

“Hmph. And just how could I become the fairest one of all…?”

The mirror then spoke to him once again, saying,

“I can help you find a way; but first you must do as I say.”

Vil shut his eyes in thought. This is what he wanted. This is what he came for. This is what he needed.

“All right, then. What must I do?”

The mirror answered, “Hop on one foot, then scratch an itch.”

Vil stared down at the mirror incredulously. 

“What? Are you serious?”

The mirror said nothing, keeping silent as its face looked back at him.

“Very well then. If it will get you to help me find a way to become the fairest one of all...”

So he did as the mirror said, hopping on one foot, then scratching an itch.

“Zim, zam, zing, turn into a witch!”

The mirror spoke once Vil did what it had told him to, and he hardly had the time to process its words before the spell was cast on him. 

“WHAT?!”

In a mere moment, Vil, second fairest in all of Never Land, was transformed into a witch. His appearance became that of an old man, his once perfect, smooth skin now wrinkled and rough—and green. His hair had gone gray, and seemed somewhat disheveled. His eyes had lost their usual sharpness, and his body was much more frail than it had been before; stooped over and painful to live in, and there was now a wart on his nose. When he spoke, his voice sounded very much like that of an old man’s.

“You- I’m… a WITCH?! What have you done…? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!”

The mirror spoke to him just as calmly as it had before,

“Do not look so sour, for now you have great magic power.”

The magic had already begun to twist Vil’s mind: however, the effect wouldn’t truly last. Using his newfound powers, which were stronger and very different from his own, Vil summoned a broom for himself, and quickly set off to find Neige, the prince.

“Yes… yes. When I have dealt with that charming, beautiful boy, I will be the fairest one of all!”

Vil cackled wickedly as he flew up out of the mountain on his broom, the horrible sound of his new voice echoing through the mountains as the witch set off to rid the land of the prince who brought out the most poisonous thoughts in his mind. 

[isa-moon-man]

I was writing more of my JNLP!AU and finally realized that it does, in fact, make sense for certain characters to talk to the viewer/reader.

[isa-moon-man]

| A Huntsman’s Dedication | Part One

| Twisted Wonderland Jake and the Never Land Pirates!AU

| Summary: How the disappearances of the Prince Neige LeBlanche and Vil Schoenheit affected Rook Hunt, and how the huntsman turned pirate never gave up in his search to find them, and bring them back home.

| Notes: This is partially based off of the Jake and the Never Land Pirates episodes; The Pirate Princess, Season of the Sea Witch, Misty’s Magical Mix-Up!, and Witch Hook; though I did take some creative liberties. For context, please read The Origins of the Sea Witch parts one and two, which I have previously posted. I will be splitting A Huntsman’s Dedication into multiple parts to hopefully make it easier for some people to read.

Rook had been sailing across the Never Sea and travelling for a long, long time, enlisting the help of different pirate crews to help him, quickly becoming known as the sneakiest, most peculiar pirate in all of Never Land; especially with how he constantly went from one place to the next, and always seemed to be searching for a different treasure than the rest of the pirates he sailed with. He always seemed to be going somewhere, searching for certain things that seemed to be worth even more to him than any other pirate. Moreover, he didn’t have his own crew that could aid him with his treasure hunts. He always seemed to be going wherever the wind took him. 

 Rook bid farewell to the pirates he had been sailing with before stepping off of their ship, having arrived at his destination. Rook walked through the sand. He had been in search of items which belonged to the beautiful Prince, Neige LeBlanche; as well as ones that had belonged to his Roi du Poison, the beautiful Vil Schoenheit. However, he had become a pirate to search for items that were tied to them not because he wanted the items themselves, or wanted to make a profit off of them; he was doing all of this in the hopes of unraveling the mystery behind their disappearances. They were worth more than any treasure.

He had thought that, perhaps, if some of their possessions which had been stolen were found, that they might hold a clue of some sort, or potentially lead him to finding them, but… perhaps they were truly gone. Perhaps there was nothing to be found.

“Non, I mustn’t think such things. I mustn’t give up my hope; I do not believe that such a thing could have befallen them. Still… I must concede that it is a possibility nonetheless.”

Rook crossed his arms, thinking.

“What both troubles and puzzles me is how they both seemingly disappeared at the same time…”

He stood there, silent for several moments, pondering the potential implications; possibly for the millionth time. He had had years to think about all of this; though time didn’t flow the same way in Never Land as it did elsewhere. Still, he had had such a long time to think about all of this, having spent almost every hour of the last many years thinking about it, searching for the two fairest in all of Never Land, wondering about their sudden disappearance, and why there seemed to be no traces of them whatsoever. It was a wonder he had not yet gone mad, spending all of his time thinking about nothing and no one but them: though some would believe that he already had. 

He had come up with a great many theories; but what he wished for, more than anything, was to know the truth: no matter how tragic it was. It had been like torture, having lost the two people he had admired and loved the most at the same time, suddenly finding that the two most beautiful people in the land had both disappeared without a trace, without any answers. And even after spending what felt like an eternity searching for any sign of them, he had not found anything. He had no closure. It seemed as if their light was gone from the land. And yet, he still refused to give up hope. They were out there, somewhere; and if Vil was gone, he believed he would be able to sense it. 

Neither of them would have wanted him to suffer like this: but for them, he chose to.

They were such a gift to the world; they had brought so much inspiration and light to his life—the least that he could do was try to find them.

[sheexistedonlyinadream]

Y Me ahogo en mis fantasías, en mis ilusiones tontas y aburridas donde busco sin parar como volveré a encontrarte, es un sentimiento que no puedo ocultar, que debo gritar y no esconderlo más. Mientras Leia aquellos cuentos e historias del nunca jamás suena de pronto, una vieja canción. Una que se te mete hasta los huesos, y te rompe, te aniquila lentamente llevandote a instantes, y sabes; extraño compartir ideas aunque sean tontas, extraño el sentimiento de nervios al hacer el ridiculo, de las “emociones” que me hacían sentir vivo. Y desde el momento en que partiste no lo eh vuelto a sentir, te extraño, no solo por lo que me hacías sentir si no a ti en general, me haces falta. Y aunque termine huyendo de la realidad para sentirte en un sueño lo haría una y otra vez. Se que los sueños no, nos llevan a ningún lado, pero acaso no es bello soñar. Soñar con lo que deseas enrealidad. Soñar para poder volar.

Sigo atrapado en este vacío y eterno instante.

-Con la voz rota