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Johnny Darling (alias), in Normal flavor and Glasses flavor.

Completely unconnected to and unaffected by anything supernatural or paranormal in nature, no matter how hard he believes in them. He likes spending his time renting VHS tapes and drawing his favorite scenes.

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overhead of the aqua blue || arabella and johnny

Sitting with a cup of water and a glass of punch, one she would sip from and one which had too much sugar and no way to count the calories, Arabella wanted to leave. The food was overwhelming, and she’d been fasting for the past thirty hours so the floor length white detailed gown would look better, even though it still looked dreadful. Her legs were making her want to cry. She’d cut up and mushed around everything on the plate of dinner until anyone looking at it would assume someone had tucked into it, shoving a scrunched up napkin on top to signify it was finished and to stop her from cracking and shovelling it in. This really was the worst place to be when attempting to avoid a binge. “Can you take this away please?” Arabella requested from the waitress, nodding when questioned if she was finished.She was - with the food and with the night. Sitting alone wasn’t the plan, but the people she knew were busy or weren’t her friends, and the dress palava had her too nervous to talk to anyone new.

#johnny darling

Johnny Darling is the son of John Darling and is a twenty year old sophomore in university. His sexuality is heterosexual/heteromantic. Johnny grew up in London, England. He looks a lot like Tom Holland. Johnny is currently taken!

Let’s dance to joy division, and celebrate the irony…

Although his father never shared his tales of Neverland and the magical adventures he’d had nor encouraged for his bright imagination, Johnny turned out to be quite the spirit of youthfulness. His father, John Darling, was always a busy man who knew a great deal about, (or pretended to, at least), stocks and shares, and who couldn’t find time to be with his son. His mother was also quite busy practicing law, and therefore left Johnny in the care of various nannies throughout his childhood. They were the ones who taught him to believe in things like pirates, and pixies, and great, flying ships. They fed his imagination, serving him piping hot adventures for breakfast, a heaping lunch of fairytales and fables, and a supper that consisted of succulent legends of bravery. The boy first heard of Peter Pan from his Auntie Wendy, who used to babysit on occasion, and would gather all the children in her lap and around her feet to wistfully recall her adventures with the boy who rode the wind’s back like a galloping stallion. Johnny retreated to the Davies house quite a lot, befriending his younger cousin, Jenna, along the way. The two of them became thick as thieves, despite their age difference. When he was twelve, he would take her on adventures in Kensington Gardens, spilling secrets to the fairy rings they spotted, in hopes that the pixies might be lingering and grant them wishes. They got into pickles here and there at both of their homes, by painting maps in the cupboards and on their parent’s cloth napkins. Part of him loved hanging around with Jenna because she helped him feel like a little kid again, and that was what he wanted more than anything: to always be a little boy and to have carefree fun. But all children grow up.

Johnny was absolutely livid when his parents told him that he couldn’t just be a foolish little boy all of his life. Who were they to dictate if and when he had to grow up? As it turned out, they had nothing to do with it, and it was his cursed body that decided to do it itself. He moped around the house for days at a time, feigning sickness here and there to get off school, and hated himself the lower his voice dropped. It was his auntie Wendy that helped him feel better about it; she told him that everyone grows up, but not everyone has to stop being a child. “What’s the point in being grown up,” she had quoted to him one day, “if you can’t be childish sometimes?” However, this translated to the fourteen year old to mean “you can be as childish as you want for as long as you want.” From then on out, Johnny always took a recess from school around midday (even when they stopped giving an allotted time for outdoor breaks), which caused quite a few calls home from the headmaster. Where he used to draw on the sidewalks with chalk, Johnny took to spray painting his artwork instead, branching out and painting on buildings, street signs, and police station bins. As he grew older, he started getting into more and more trouble for these things. At first there were just reprimands and warnings, suspensions and groundings; but then one night the police brought Johnny home for breaking into school to spray paint a mural on the newly blanched bathrooms, and his parents were told that he was to show up for community service the next day. Soon, Johnny was scrubbing artwork off walls every Saturday and Sunday. To the law men and his father’s dismay, Johnny had taken delight in performing the tasks they put him to. It had all been a great game to him; as though he’d been caught aboard the Jolly Roger and Hook forced him to clean the ship for near a month.

This, while it made him stop tagging everything he saw, didn’t break Johnny’s spirits. He was still very young at heart, and enjoyed living like a child. His room was always decorated in space posters, cartoons, costumes, and comic books. Other than keeping his drawings to sketchbooks and canvases, Johnny would change no more in the world of grownups. Or so he thought. The girl that made him feel something strange twisting in the pit of his stomach was a bright redheaded girl in his last class of the day. While history generally bored Johnny, he found it infinitely more exciting to be in when sitting behind the girl that smelled of baby powder and cinnamon chewing gum. Her name was Lucy, and Johnny was infatuated. It was the first time that anyone made him feel nervous; sweaty palms, jittery jaw, and shaky knees were all new to the boy. And while it was new and exciting, it also made him feel a little wild; like it was an adventure that he was ready to take on. The day that he finally worked up the courage to ask her out for ice cream, Lucy wasn’t in school. She wasn’t in the next day, or the rest of the week. And when he finally asked the teacher when she’d be back, he told Johnny that Lucy had moved to Wales. Johnny was crushed but he was a resilient boy, and soon was back to his old self; outgoing and excited for the next new thing.

Everything is going wrong but we’re so happy…

Being very go with the flow, Johnny is excited to start university at Elias Prep. He hopes to make some new friends, and have adventures in his new school. He also wants to take a few art classes; it can’t hurt to make art on things that people actually want you to make art on. In addition to all of this, Johnny subconsciously is looking for someone to make him feel the way the girl in his history class had, minus the butterfly feeling in his stomach and the ache in his chest. He wants love, but is also very much against all that it entails. If he falls in love with someone new and starts dating, does that mean the end of his childhood?

Personality:

+ Fun-loving, Friendly, Creative

- Naive, Trouble Maker, Clueless