john-neo-darling

[john-neo-darling]

what adventure have you dreamed of going on ?

“the question should be what adventure have i not dreamed of going on--you’d get a shorter list,” he chuckled softly, a smile finding its way onto his face, “though, the adventure i have wanted to go on most would be one to somewhere far away...perhaps agrabah or the seasonal realms!”

[john-neo-darling]

why do you criticize pan like you do ?

“It’s not that I dislike the man!” john answered with a huff of breath, every comment he’s held back coming to mind. he shook his head, “i simply think he’s trouble. my sister deserves someone better than a scoundrel who--from what she’s told me--doesn’t even seem to care for her as much as she cares for him.” he paused, “i know my sister can make her own decisions, of course she can. but that doesn’t mean i have to like the guy!”

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“I understand that sentiment completely,” John answered with a sympathetic smile. It was a feeling he was very used to, if he were honest, “it’s like you’re expecting the bad things to happen, yes, but did the world really need to ruin one of the few, small good things you did have?” he shook his head, “I’m sorry for your sandwich, though. How could your day have been any worse than this?” 

“Do you ever have one of those days where it’s just one bad thing happening after the next…and then you’re mildly inconvenienced but that’s the one thing that annoys you the most?” Jim stared down at the sandwich he’d made for himself, which slipped from his hands after he’d tripped over a tree root. “I mean, it’s just a sandwich, but…I was really looking forward to eating that for lunch.”

[john-neo-darling]

🌜- For a ‘weird’ habit or tic that no one knows about

🌜

“Well, if my siblings had any input in this, they’d tell you everything I do is weird,” John laughed at his own words, shaking his head, “But one thing that I think is weird is that I always eat ice cream with a fork instead of a spoon.” He shrugged, “Don’t ask me why, I’ve done it since I was a child.”

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🍻❤️

🍻- For something bad/mischievous you did as a child or teen that your parents don’t know about

“I’ve done so much my parents don’t know about,” John laughed, “Well, alright, not as much as some people--those people being named Wendy, of course--but nothing comes to mind.” he tilted his head, “I did feed the dog the whole roast ham one thanksgiving. My parents blamed it on Michael, if I remember.”

❤️- For a secret crush

“Oh no,” John shook his head rapidly, “No, I am not answering that one! I mean, no, I don’t have a crush on anyone. I mean...” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers, “No. just...no.”

[john-neo-darling]

🍎- For something they secretly wish did exist & 👁‍🗨- Talk about someone/something you like, but pretend to dislike & 🐇- For a secret item they keep (stuffed animal, comfort object, etc)

🍎

“Um…” John frowned, his brow furrowed in thought, “I’m not quite sure. How do I know what I want to exist if it doesn’t exist?” he paused, his eyes lighting up, “Oh! I know! A book that never ends. I’d always have something to read, then.”

👁‍🗨

“I don’t pretend to dislike anyone,” John sighed, tilting his head as he thought for a few moments. He paused, “Well. I won’t name any names, of course, but I think someone can be very…adventurous, which I admire. But that’s the only thing I like about him.”

🐇

“I feel like I don’t have answers to many of these questions,” John laughed, “Oh, I don’t know. I have my fathers old top hat that he gave to me when I was a child? I don’t wear it anymore, but I wouldn’t consider it a comfort object. More like an object that is sitting on my desk judging me for everything I do.”

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✍ ⌚ ☼

✍ : What is your muse’s handwriting like? Is it neat? Sloppy? Fancy?

“My handwriting is neat,” john answered easily, shrugging, “I wouldn’t say it’s anywhere near fancy, but, father always made sure my penmanship was on point.”

⌚ : Is your muse good with keeping on schedule for meetings, appointments, or events, or are they always late? Or, are they always a bit early?

“Frankly, I am never on time for anything,” John sighed, shaking his head, “I’m either extremely early or ludicrously late...Never anywhere in between. It’s exhausting, really, never being on time.”

 ☼ : Does your muse like daytime or nighttime more?

“I prefer daytime,” john smiled softly, “I enjoy the sun, and it is when most people are awake and living their lives. Besides, nighttime is dark; I’d prefer to always stay out of the dark, thank you very much.”

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☕ , ⚡ , ☂

☕ : Does your muse prefer coffee or tea?

“I prefer tea,” john answered automatically, giving a shrug, “coffee is much too strong and bitter, even when I add copious amounts of sugar and milk.”

⚡ : How does your muse feel about storms? Are they afraid of them, or do they calm them?

“I find storms to be more frightening then calming,” he gave a half smile, “I’m not particularly afraid of them, however, loud thunder does cause me to jump. I’d very much prefer it to be sunny.”

☂  : Does your muse like rain?

“Very much so!” John smiled happily, “The rain is quite calming--I am completely basic in that I enjoy curling up with a good book on rainy days. Though, I also adore going out for walks as well.”

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❤ : What are your muse’s thoughts on love? If they are not in a relationship, do they believe that they will ever find a perfect someone for them?☘ : Does your muse believe in luck? How about fate?☺ : What is your muse’s smile like? Do they smile often?

❤

“Well...love is a wonderful thing, is it not?” John answered with an awkward laugh, giving a shrug, “I think love is...it’s probably an amazing feeling. If what I’ve read about it has any truth to it, that is.” he paused briefly, a small frown flashing across his face, “And well...I can only hope I’ll find someone, one day. Though I think I’m a bit too young for that, and really, is anyone perfect? I know I am nowhere near perfect myself.”

☘

“Why yes, I do believe in luck,” john smiled a bit, “good luck, bad luck, karma--there’s a bit of truth in all of it, I think.” he shook his head, “but fate, oh no, I don’t believe in that. I think anyone can decide their future--it’s not predetermined for them.”

☺

“My smile?” John laughed, shaking his head, “I don’t know--it’s a smile? Michael says its rather dorky if that’s any help...Though, I do believe I smile quite often. There’s always something to smile about, after all.”

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Random headcanon meme!

⍤ : What does your muse’s voice sound like? Is it light? High pitched? Scratchy? Deep? 

✍ : What is your muse’s handwriting like? Is it neat? Sloppy? Fancy?

☕ : Does your muse prefer coffee or tea?

⌚ : Is your muse good with keeping on schedule for meetings, appointments, or events, or are they always late? Or, are they always a bit early?

♿ : Has your muse had any injuries in the past?

☺ : What is your muse’s smile like? Do they smile often?

⚡ : How does your muse feel about storms? Are they afraid of them, or do they calm them?

⚠ : How does your muse react to possibly dangerous situations? Do they face them head-on, or do they plan out their actions first?

☃  : What is your muse’s favorite season? What about their least favorite season, if they have one? 

☂  : Does your muse like rain?

☼ : Does your muse like daytime or nighttime more?

🏨  : How well does your muse sleep?

❤ : What are your muse’s thoughts on love? If they are not in a relationship, do they believe that they will ever find a perfect someone for them?

☘ : Does your muse believe in luck? How about fate?

⚯ : Does your muse have good eyesight? If not, what is it like? Are they nearsighted or farsighted? Or both? Do they use glasses? Or do they prefer contacts?

👓 : If your muse wears glasses, what are their glasses frames like?

♨ : Does your muse have good table manners? How do they feel about bad table manners?

❀ : What is your muse’s opinion about flower crowns?

♬ : Does your muse sing well? Regardless of whether they sing well or not, do they enjoy singing?

📐 : Is your muse good at math? Do they like it, or do they hate it?

♞ : What is your muse’s favorite animal?

εїз : How does your muse feel about bugs and insects?

📱 : Does your muse prefer calling or texting?

☆ : Of the sun, stars, and the moon, which is your muse’s favorite?

ツ : Does your muse prefer lots of friends, or just a few close ones?

✝ : Is your muse religious?

[john-neo-darling]

Force my Muse to Spill their Secrets

🌧- For a heavy, emotional secret

🙃- For a lighter, slightly embarrassing secret

🌟- For a secret wish or desire of theirs

🍏- For something they secretly wish didn’t exist

🍎- For something they secretly wish did exist

❤️- For a secret crush

📲- Talk about someone/something you dislike, but only pretend to like

👁‍🗨- Talk about someone/something you like, but pretend to dislike

🍻- For something bad/mischievous you did as a child or teen that your parents don’t know about

🌜- For a ‘weird’ habit or tic that no one knows about

💃- For a talent that they like to keep hidden from others

🏹- For a talent they wish they had

👻- For something that scares or disturbs them, but they refuse to tell anyone

☢️- For a controversy or scandal they have been able to keep mostly under wraps

🐇- For a secret item they keep (stuffed animal, comfort object, etc)

📒- For a secret journal/diary they keep (Bonus: Share an entry from it!)

📔- For a secret sketchbook they keep (Bonus: Share a sketch or doodle within it!)

🖤- For something they secretly wish they could do with your muse

❓- Free Space! Ask them about a specific secret!

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syrenabeck·:

“A lady just down the road was selling them,” She explained, pointing from the way that she’d come. “I think she was surprised to see someone by so early, but its the only way to beat the crowds,” Because there wasn’t any way that Syrena was going to come into the city when she knew the shops would be surrounded with people. “All the other patterns I saw were just plain colours, which is why I decided to pick this one when I saw it,” She nodded. “You think so? Maybe I should have gotten more than one tie then…”

“more ties are always helpful,” he gave her a nod, a smile playing on his features. “though, you should see how you enjoy wearing this one before you buy more. ties can be a bit of a hassel to deal with during the day.” he spoke from experience--so many times he would check his tie after a busy day and see it crooked or loose and well, that just wasn’t good. “may I ask where you’re from? that is, if you’re not a native to this kingdom. I just assumed...”

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bcrrcl·:

barrel tilted their head to the side, raising a brow at the stranger who had decided to be a ‘good samaritan’ and try to get him to put back the necklace. it was too late though for that, he’d been promised good money for this necklace which meant he wasn’t going to walk away from this conversation without that necklace still in his pocket. “ i really shouldn’t but i did it. “ the dirty blonde shrugged, making it seem like he just did it on impulse before his brow furrowed at the next statement. “ big trouble? nah. “ barrel removed a hand from one of his pockets to wave at the man. “ i don’t. not everything is about need, have you ever just wanted something and you couldn’t have it, so you paid someone to steal it ? i mean - that’s not what i’m doing. “ 

john paused at the other boys words, his brow furrowing. huh, he had never thought about something like that--stealing for someone elses benefit. it seemed so...difficult wasn’t the right word, more like bothersome, in johns opinion. “You’re getting paid to steal things?” he questioned, wanting to make sure. “that’s one way to make a living, I suppose. but I must ask--why? is there nothing else you could do to earn some money?” he was hoping he didn’t come off as rude--he wasn’t trying to insult the others profession (though, it wasn’t exactly a noble one), but he wanted to know why the other would spend his time doing it. 

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“you really shouldn’t do that,” john stated, his voice automatically dropping to a hushed whisper. he knew, really, there was no reason for him to get involved--in fact, if he were smart, he’d probably just turn around and act like he saw nothing.or if he were a better person--which he liked to thing he was, most days--he'd alert someone of the theft as soon as he saw it. but he knew there were guards around--there always seemed to be, these days--and while he didn’t know this boy or why he was stealing the necklace, well. he liked to give people the benefit of the doubt. and that meant he should at least warn him about the guards doing their patrols. “they’ll catch you doing that and you’ll get in big trouble. why do you even need that?”

barrel’s form of work wasn’t exactly well liked or even well known. who’d ever heard of a neutral lackey before, but it work for him and not many things did so they were sticking with it for once. something that came along with being a lackey was the fact that they were asked to do things that would be considered morally corrupt or bad but barrel just evens it out by doing stuff for good people. its a good system. today it was a simple thievery, just a necklace his employer wanted. as they stuffed the jewelry into their pocket, their eyes locked with someone else’s. “ nothing to see here… “ 

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princessofatlantica·:

––yes! yes! yes! that’s it! open wide!! that’s the spirit, john. she was in the mood to share this newfound happiness with anyone and everyone. she nodded very eagerly at his question, a bright smile on her face as she did so. and it’s a lucky thing, that he did take his bite quickly. not at all because she was privy to the manners and etiquette for which he fretted over, no, but because she was worried all the syrup had melted off the waffle.

and by golly, she still couldn’t accurately speak the waffle, but if she could, she’d have practiced it a million times over. it was her new favorite breakfast food. much better than the oatmeal mush served up on the Jolly Rogers. she narrowed her eyes before covering her mouth in a giggle. but a tiny curious nod followed. after that, it was a set of more greedy nods to state a very passionate yes. she’d loved to try the chocolate milk!

He laughed softly at the girls enthusiasm, shaking his head. he wondered, briefly, why the girl was so excited about everything; he couldn’t remember the last time he had gotten so happy over something as mundane as waffles. though, he thinks he appreciates her excitement, to a certain extent. being able to find the joy in the smallest of things must make everything so much better. 

at her nods, he nodded back with a childish grin on his face. something about the girls presence had him relaxing; it was much easier to fall out of his stuffy, businessman-like attitude he had to take on when he was with his dad. he reached for his cup of chocolate milk, holding it out for the girl. “now, you have two options here. one: drink it without the straw and make a mess all over your mouth. two: use the straw to drink the chocolate syrup on the bottom of the glass. either way is accepted.” 

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ofevercfters·:

Wendy giggled, folding her legs as she sat up straighter on the bed. How could she even begin to explain? He certainly was the furthest thing from one of Father’s colleagues or a stuffy nobleman. but she wasn’t sure flying around Neverland and fighting pirates was the best place to start. Poor John would probably think she was pulling his leg. And of course… Peter had said he’d lost his ability to fly. Wendy’s smile faltered for a moment. It was a dilemma that had puzzled them both. It was another reminder that Peter might not be here for her. He wanted his power back and was willing to do anything, including leaving Neverland to do so. It wasn’t something she liked to think about, not when he seemed to enjoy spending time with her, not when she truly cared for him. 

“He’s…not from here.” Wendy began. Not entirely a lie. “He’s from an island off the coast of Prydain.” Also not a lie. Wendy giggled, shaking her head. “His name is Peter. Peter Pan, but…” she frowned, resting her cheek in her hand. “Well we’re not together exactly. I-It’s a bit complicated.” Thoughts of Tinkerbell drifted into her mind, of the way Peter’s feelings seemed to shift as often as day and night.

john listened intently to his sister, a smile on his features the whole time. his sister seemed...happy was the right word for it, talking about this boy. it was a nice change of pace from how she normally sounded when they spoke of the many men their father had tried to set her up with. “he’s from an island? well wendy, that sounds rather exciting! he’s probably been all over the land then, if he’s found his way here all the way from Prydain.”

“Peter Pan, really? well, i guess I can’t say anything considering our last name but...” john trailed off as he listened to his sister talk, a frown finding its way onto his face at their current relationship status. he didn’t think his sister was incapable of making her own decisions--of course not, she was wendy, after all--but sneaking out in the middle of the night all the time to see a boy she wasn’t even dating just...didn’t sound right. “and why, pray tell, aren’t you together? no offense, but i’d dare say you’re a bit mad for him, aren’t you?”

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syrenabeck·:

“Oh um, I wasn’t headed anywhere in particular…I’ve seen ties before but these had really cute patterns but I…don’t really know what I’m doing,” She admitted. Her fingers moved to pluck at the tight knots she pulled. “I’m definitely not headed anywhere important…but maybe this can be good practice. For when I am,” She hesitated before ultimately deciding to lower her hands and accept his offer of help. “Thank you.”

he gave her a small smile, moving closer so his hands could make quick work of the tie. ties were something he had learned to tie when he was a kid--he still remembers stealing his fathers ties to practice with on his stuffed animals. “The pattern is quite lovely. may i ask where you got it from?” he straightened the tie out a bit, making sure it was perfect, “most of the ties i see are quite...bland.” he looked up from the tie to meet her eyes, “and if you want to wear ties on a daily basis, well, i do believe you could pull it off.”