#Person A: AHA!! OUCH!!!

[shima-draws]

Mhmm. Got new OC ideas on the brain. It’s basically the trope of “I thought I lost you when we were kids but you’ve actually been by my side now that we’re adults yet I was too fucking STUPID to realize it was you all along” which is like. MWAH chef’s kiss 😩👌

[honeyawa]

cherry kisses and bites +

( featuring ) gojo satoru.

"shoko, oh my god- shoko!"

you're panicking. your fingers are tapping on the table repetitively. your heart is going on a marathon. you're pacing around your room, waiting for shoko to pick up the phone after 5 continuous calls. the time reads 10:13 pm on a saturday night, which makes you wonder: what could she be doing that is so important over her best friend's possible death?

left to your own devices and the incessant notifications from your phone, notifying that both gojo satoru and geto suguru have messaged you, with the occasional calls that you stared at until they were gone.

it was safe to say your life took the "god gave the toughest fights to his strongest soldiers" a bit too hard after all this fiasco.

i mean, what led you to not check on who you were texting before sending an impressive amount of messages all about your-man-who-doesn't-know-he's-your-man (gojo)? the information being handled was of high value! all for it to be wasted in less than 3 minutes because you actually texted your-man-who-doesn't-know-he's-your-man (gojo) instead of your best friend, and now he knows that you like him!

with your phone across the room because you couldn't trust yourself not to peek at the hundreds of messages waiting to be read, all you could do was wait impatiently until shoko picks up. which turns out to be one of the hardest things you've done to the point where you wouldn't be surprised if you turned into a madman at the end of the night—

"confessing on text is crazy, but hey at least you got the job done, right?"

ah, she picked up.

"if you don't see me tomorrow," you pause, considering using all your money and buying plane tickets to travel across the country because you aren't a confrontational person, at all. "just know that i'm dead and i'm gone or i left the country."

"no you won't. plus, you don't even know if he likes you back or not because i know you haven't checked the messages."

"i don't need to know. i'm not—" you cut yourself off after processing what she first said when she picked up. "wait… how do you even know what happened?!"

"we will cross the bridge when we come to it," she responds, though not really responding to the question because she's avoiding it. "nuh uh! tell me how you know!" she's hiding something from you, and you know it. luckily, it doesn't take that long for you to connect the dots together. "were you on a call with them?"

she stays quiet.

aha! talk about accuracy. shoko never stays quiet unless she was found out. you couldn't believe it. your best friend, the one supposed to be with you through the highs and lows, through the thick and thin, was being friendly to the now turned enemy while you were on a crisis?!

"shoko…" cue a sniffle from you, "how could you do this to me?" (okay, maybe you were being a little dramatic, but they don't call you the drama queen for nothing!) you could tell she was starting to get annoyed by that sigh she just let out. it was just a matter of time until she snaps on the low key and gives you an order.

and that moment starts in 3…

2..

1..

"just shut the fuck up and check the messages from him." a beep comes shortly after.

.

..

…

oh, okay.

you're being fed straight to the sharks (or shark in your case). okay. wow. you just can't believe this. was she hoping for your downfall that much? ouch. with no one else left to be your emotional support, you have to give yourself courage to finally check what he sent you.

you take a huge gulp, and with shaky fingers, you slowly press on your texts.

unexpectedly, it felt like a giant rock was lifted off your back. the first messages you read didn't contain any "i'm sorry but i don't feel the same way" "you're like a sister to me" "i want to focus on myself" "i only see you as a friend" etc. it did, however, contain many variations of "OPICK UP THE PHONE" "i know you see this." "Text Me Back." texts.

one that did manage to catch your eye was the "watch out. i'm coming to your house right now." wait, he's not actually coming to your house right? (he most definitely is.)

you think your eyes are about to fall out of their sockets.

the feeling of relief that just came by? vanished. crushed. obliterated. annihilated. it feels like everything is back to step one, fuck. what could be better than calling your dear friend shoko once more and start ranting again? nothing. so you went ahead and just did that.

"the person you tried to reach is not available, your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system."

you think you might just cry.

to make matters worse, at that very moment, someone rang your doorbell. finger crossed and chanting "it's not satoru" over and over again, you clench your eyes and hope that it is indeed not gojo satoru.

but life seemed to have something against you, as you hear a very familiar voice talking to your mom, the voice of the one person you didn't want to see right now.

who is it? well, ladies, gentlemen, and non-binary folks, it appears to be gojo satoru! (is the world revolving around him now?)

oblivious to the quiet footsteps marching up the stairs, you mull about where to hide. maybe under your bed? no, that's too freaking obvious, plus you don't know if you would still fit after all those years. the closet seemed to be a fine choice until you realize that's the second most obvious place to hide too.

deep into thinking, you seem to have forgotten that the enemy is quite literally in your house, and in front of your bedroom door no less.

baam! your door swings open with enough force to send you flying and landing on your ass.

"why didn't you say anything!?" alright! straight to the point! and by shouting too!

"what the fuck do you mean?!" you shout back, matching his tone and everything in between, which is laced with confusion because you weren't really the one to catch things from the get-go.

"i mean," he starts and pauses, you notice that his chest is rising and falling at a quick pace. he must've ran here. (deep breaths gojo.) "why didn't you tell me that you liked me back for 4 whole years?"

"maybe because i didn't want to get rejected and throw away what we had?"

"well, why did you think you were going to get rejected?" he questioned. it seemed like he was implying that he does like you and this is not just a one-sided romance, seemed like..

but, did he say it outright? no. thus why you're still assuming he doesn't like you. you're no delusional bitch.

"um, maybe, just maybe, because you don't like me?" (you really got the dragging effect on the second maybe, it was perfect, from duration to pronunciation too.)

okay. why is he blankly looking at you now? as if you said the most out-of-pocket thing ever. why does it seem like everyone is judging you all of a sudden?!

"wait so, you mean, you still haven't gotten the hint yet?"

"does i look like a pirate on a treasure hunt for you to be talking about hints? might as well give me that uma costume and a map too." your arms are crossed, you're leaning to the left, and your right foot is repetitively tapping against the floor.

(gojo had a laughing fit when you did that.)

"sorry queen, i take that back." after every word, he giggles like a newborn when they see you embarrassing yourself in front of them. "what i meant to say was, i do like you back!"

"nuh uh."

"the fuck you mean 'nuh uh'?"

"wheres the camera at? i need to make sure i was photogenic during the whole video!"

"there is no camera. im hurt you think i would do something like this to you" his hands are covering the area where his heart was unless it decided to travel and go to his eyelids just for him to randomly feel the pulse at a place it shouldn't be.

"oh!" okay wait, so he did like you... you feel like everything is a fever dream right now, or that you're about to faint. you can't tell the difference.

"can i kiss you? you look so cute right now." hes currently squishing and pulling your cheeks so you can't say things properly. what you can do though, is bite (or try to) his hand the next time he goes in for an attack. ow!

"eat a cherry before."

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀꒰͡ ⠀ ִ 𝒩 𝑜 𝓉 𝑒 𝓈 ⠀ׂ ⠀ ͡꒱

gojo, did infact, eat a cherry

“its too early!!” yall known eachother since the womb and acted like a couple for 4 years. it speaks enough.

if you havent noticed by now, you are oblivious. so very much so it make sashisu want to throw you on a train track and watch you get ran over (affectionately)

you were actually studying for an upcoming exam until you decided to take a little 1 hour break! (it was originally a 15 minute break but tiktok flirted with you saur..)

your mother was actually leaving when gojo came so she wasnt there with experience all the shouting

you think she wouldve thought you guys broke up (you were never together) and wouldve bought you anything you wanted + ice cream

getos messages are still left unread. (next time you see him your gonna catch it on SITE)

[webslingingslasher]

How would frat!peter react to when trouble was really off and then he finds out she has depression and her antidepressants are out and won't be able to get refilled for a few weeks?

aha ouch this one hits.

if we're being honest? depression is brutal. and she knows it like we do, so she gives peter a heads up.

'hey, um, my medicine is out and i won't have it for a few weeks, so um, i may dissapear for a bit.'

'medicine?'

'anti-depressants. they keep me pretty level but i think over the next week i'm gonna tank.'

and peter feels so, so bad for her.

'is there anything i could do?'

and there isn't really. she'd be too depleated to hang around him and pretend to be happy and she tells him that.

'why pretend to be happy? we can be sad together too.'

'you don't understand, i get miserable and ugly. i'll snap at you when i don't mean to and just be a serious downer.'

'tell you what, you be a miserable sack of rocks and i'll make sure to keep you breathing until you get your refill.'

peter makes good on his promise too, hanging around when she's having a good day and making sure she has the bare minimum on her bad days.

he cares for her harder than he ever has, just because he knows she can't give it her all, and as a partner sometimes you have to pick up the other person's work load. when she can only give twenty percent, peter's giving her the other eighty.

[moon-blanket]

Ouuugh... I have the feeling i'm going to be sobbing by the end of this new video !!!! Uhoh !!!!

Sam built a staircase to his roof so he could watch the stars :((( Doing things the "human" way :(((

"I'm glad I'm alive right now. I'm glad I lived long enough to meet you." oooough hhghsh...... oh no dude... ouch :((

Talking about how he's glad that he was able to find peace with himself and his life after so long, but also wishing that he had the opportunity to find it on his own Without being turned :((( To try and save himself before Alexis jumped the gun-- whether he could have done it or not.

And because of that, losing the One thing in the world that made the hardships in his life worth it-- because he could use it to save others with it.... but he never got the chance to save himself with it :(( replaced with something "watered-down." Having the knowledge of how to use the powers, but cursed with a core that suppresses them :((

"I want a life spent with you, I don't want to squander a second of it. I want years and years with you. If you want to be a vampire, there can be more of those years than if you don't. But you should know that whatever your choice is-- I'm Not going to live forever. I made that decision a while ago, and I still believe in it. I don't see that ever changing." AND WHAT IF I JUST SOB. WEEP EVEN.

Him and William having a talk about what being undead really means-- Losing your loved ones, the sun, the future you planned, the way you lived in your own body. You're given a new start-- but forever holding on to the past. :((

"If you want this, then I want you to have it. We'll make it happen, and I will be by your side. But this isn't a decision to make in a snap judgement-- because you can't take it back. Give yourself time to think about it. To really think about it." Making sure that they really, truly want it before it happens, because He didn't have the agency in choosing that for himself :((( And either way he'll be supportive of their decision... and he didn't get that either :(((

"Spend some time in your Wolf form while you think about it, because if you turn you will never Shift again... spend some time with the Pack-- because, you know." OW. OUCH. Oh my god I bet the whole "losing your magic" part is ESPECIALLY important for Shifters, because they are their magic. Personally and Culturally. Losing it wouldn't mean losing a part of themselves-- it's losing an entire whole.

"I love you Darlin', more than anything in this God-forsaken world. I want you to be happy. I want to be with you. I want a life together. But that life can take a lot of different forms. Don't fall into the trap of thinking there's only one right way of doing this. We'll do whatever is the best version for us. And I'll support you in whatever decision you make." Yes !!! He will love them regardless of their choice, their love is theirs to do whatever they want with-- whatever form it takes :')

"Brown... my eyes were Brown." OH. HEY OUCH. FOUL BALL !!! THAT HURTS TOO MUCH !!!!

Why can't these two be happy for ONCE dude please i'll give anything.

And it hurts more because they absolutely Do have to think about it !!! Sam watched Lovely die on that field in the Inversion-- watched Vincent sobbing over their body asking if Turning is what they wanted. With such a spur-of-the-moment decision in such a frantic time, who knows if they really meant it.

(I'm sure they Did mean it, but it Hurts to think about if Lovely ever regrets the choice or not.)

How could he possibly let Darlin' experience something like that after Everything they've been through ? At least it's good to discuss just in case something were to happen. Which hopefully never happens !!! ... aha !!!!

On my hands and knees begging that the Solaires can be Happy for ONCE dude they all deserve a break.

.... I wonder what color Vincent's eyes were :(

[thebananwithaplan]

“HELLOHELLOHELLO!! WELCOME TO THE SHOW YOU ALL KNOW AND LOVE—”“THAT! WONDERFUL! NOISE!”

...Episode 2, then. The one with that eyesore of a title card.

Again. A nonexistent audience at first, but it was clear that he could form duplicates slightly different from himself. No doubt not the only ones who would be armed beyond the cameras; Ronnie's sudden glance somewhere and panic was a good sign of that.

Nevermind the fact that, on no warning whatsoever, another Noise split from his body in a goopy display, wandering off-stage for… something.

...Ah. At least he can figure out how F.N did it. Must be finite if this was the main way to make 'duplicates'. Just what is the 'limit', is the question.

...Coffee-mug eating. Fake Noise revealing Ronnie's poor apartment place....

Yeah. He remembered taking note of this reaction. How the mention of the person who created it was enough to get him very unstable. Even if they shared their genetics, something told him that Fake Noise wasn't treated as well as he could have. Hence, Pizzahead's hiding in secret bunkers to avoid getting absorbed. -

If both Noise and Pizzahead get absorbed, then there's no telling just how much stronger it could be. Much more physically stable. Much more mentally unstable....

...Aha. He was right - he can't fully control all of the duplicates at once. Could it be that the more duplicates are made, or the longer they're out in existence, the more they start to defy the mindset of main host?

That might be the likely reason why Fake Noise had to pretend with the 'invisible' audience at times instead of creating it since the start.

....Oof, he's so dramatic. But, unfortunately, the fruit can relate. Doesn't help that he was 'born' out of the world being entertained by his song and dance. Getting enjoyment out of entertaining the public was both a toon AND a meme trait, and that urge to have everyone's eyes on him was likely part of the toony side of its DNA.

And sometimes, a toon gets entertainment out of watching everybody else. The drama. The horror...

CLANG.

...Ouch. He wasn't even the one hit with the Noisey, and he still felt it.

That darned list. It was taking a lot of his self-restraint from turning off the screen when the pages where his boys and Dandie appeared. Gold, too. Pizzahead. Anton, probably? Vigil. The miis. The gnome guy that lost to a rat on his show once. Fake Noise. And, of course, Peppino himself, the star of the clone's....

........

.......wait.

Rewind that.

...a drawing of himself,

......

......

Well. That's odd. If that book was supposed to be a 'hit-list' as everyone made it out to be...

Why would the perp also put himself on it??

Then came the ending.

Silence.

......Splash.

.........Now that he thought about it. That splash did sound too clean for a live recording.....

.....Seems like this episode gave him both some hints AND more questions. Sigh.

[goat-and-a-pig]

Chapter 2

Stan was running from the law… again. If he thought about it, he supposed he’d been running his whole life. First from responsibility and blame, then from his mistakes that got him kicked out, and now, from the law, like he had been doing for the past forty years- or his whole life if you thought about it-

“Hey you! Stop in the name of the law!”

Oh right. He was being chased. “Try and catch me, suckers!” He stuck his tongue out at the Royal Guard.

“Stud! Focus on running, you idiot!” Right. He also wasn’t running alone. “Don’t worry, Gleeful. I got the journal. This way!” Stan took off down a corridor with Bud and Gideon Gleeful trailing behind him. They ran and ran until-

“Excuse me?” Stan ripped a poster down. “Do you see this? This- This-” he sputtered. “-MONSTROSITY?”

“What in tarnation are you blathering about?” Gideon glared at him.

“They spelled my name wrong!” Stan held up the poster. It read, “WANTED: STUD PILFIR”

Gideon just stared at him. “Are you KIDDING me?” He demanded. “Hate to interrupt,” Bud interrupted. “But we are still on the run. We need to go.” Stan huffed in annoyance, stuffed the poster into his bag, and dashed off again. They came into a backup ballroom that seemed familiar. And dusty. There was a staircase leading up to a balcony with a door and a hallway that was above a stage. There was no visible staircase leading up to the balcony, but they didn’t have time to waste looking for it. Stan looked at the situation, then came to a conclusion.

“Lift me up to the balcony. From there, I’ll pull Gideon up and we’ll get you up together, Bud,” Stan explained. “Alright, but give me the journal first.” Stan stared back in mock shock. “You don’t trust me? After everything we’ve been through?”

“Nope.”

“Ouch.” Stan held a hand over his heart, then sighed. “Fine.” He handed Journal 1 to Gideon. They lifted him up to the balcony with much effort.

“Now,” Gideon heaved. “Get me up there, Stud.” Stan pretended to consider it for a moment. “Nah,” he decided. “I’m okay.”

“B-but we had a deal!” Gideon stammered. Stan laughed. “Yeah- to steal Journal 1, not to help each other escape.”

Gideon smirked. “We still have the journals. You can’t leave without them. And I’m not giving them to you! You went back on your word! We were supposed to rule the world!”

Stan chuckled. “I’ve never wanted to rule. I just want my-” he caught himself. “-Money,” he finished. “Besides, I don’t need you, I’ve already gone ahead unburdened you of both Journal 1 and Journal 2. You’re welcome.” Gideon looked around in his pockets in shock. Stan held them up. “Thanks anyway. Enjoy jail!” Gideon waved his fist at him angrily. “I rebuke thee, Stud Pilfer! I rebuke thee,” he whispered creepily.

He heard footsteps getting closer, so he jiggled the doorknob. It was locked. He got out his lockpick kit. “Come on, Stan. Just like in Columbia,” he whispered while the Gleefuls struggled to get on the balcony.

“Aha! He exclaimed as the lock popped open. “¡Adiós, amigos!” He shouted as he closed the door behind himself and the lock clicked shut.

_____

Stan’s legs ached from walking down all of the stairs. He’d already had to run at least a mile today, now he had to walk down a bajillion stairs?

“Finally,” he grumbled as he finally saw another door. Would he ever make it out of this stupid castle? His whole life he’d been trying to- “Hot Belgian waffles!” He exclaimed as he opened the door. Inside was an odd contraption that was shaped like an upside down triangle. But Stan knew that only one person could have built this, only one thing that it could be-

“The portal,” he gasped in awe. Stan was dumbfounded. He stole Journals 1, 2, and 3 (he’d liberated it from that stupid guard that was too fast for his own good. Why was he sort of a horse? Why did he have Journal 3? Why was he a guard? He looked like he was ten or something! Ugh.) for this very purpose. And lo and behold, he found it fully built with the supplies needed to fire it up right beside it! This is the king’s portal. I’m just surprised it’s still fully stocked. Well, he considered, maybe not too surprised.

He got to work.

_____

Stan was sweaty. Those barrels of waste were really heavy.

But it was done.

It turned on, the timer finally finished. How long had it been? Stan felt like he hadn’t slept for days. But he was finally finished.

“It will all have been worth it…” He jumped.

_____

“Hello? Is anyone there?” Stan yelled out into space. Eventually he walked into view of the strangest thing he’d seen all day. (And that was saying a lot.)

It was tall, silver, and looked somewhat like a cartoon rocket ship, with strange symbols running down the sides. It had one circular window near the top. (Stan wasn’t dumb enough to think that real rocket ships looked like this, so what was this weird one doing here that definitely couldn’t actually fly?)

“Hello? Is anyone up there?” Stan tried again. Well, he thought, I’ll just have to get up there myself. I’ll see much better up there anyway. So he took out his grappling hook and rappelled himself to the window-looking thing. When he went inside, his eyes popped out of his forehead.

“Ford?”

[dangerously-human]

The biggest question I've been asking myself in writing these next two sections of Living With the Ghost of You has been, why did Lockwood think Lucy left? What would he have been thinking in those four months, and how did he get from there to the decision to use Lucy's Listening skills to convince her to reconsider? Obviously everyone kind of blamed Lucy's departure on her tension with Holly, but at the same time, Lockwood at least knew there was more to it. And being Lockwood, he surely blamed himself in some capacity - not entirely inaccurately, as it turns out - but I've still been struggling to wrap my head around where things really left off between Lockwood and Lucy, because we only ever get her perspective, and his only secondhand, through Lucy's notoriously unreliable interpretation.

Anyway, for fic writing purposes, I've been bouncing around The Creeping Shadow, and I skipped ahead in my THB reread a bit, and oh. OH! I can't believe I didn't put this together until now, but: Lockwood tells Lucy, shortly after the "you know I'd die for you" declaration, that he avoided her after the Wintergarden case because he was afraid of what would happen in an operative situation, if her Talent put her in danger. He was afraid of how she was using it, to connect with ghosts on a personal level (rather than as mere objects to be destroyed), but also afraid of what that could do to her, and of making the wrong call re: defending her. Later, pulling her back in via a specialty Listener job tells her that he trusts her to use her Talent well, which she desperately needs to hear (after all, that's why she left, she's doubting herself and her judgement again, that's her trauma, she could hurt someone if her judgment lapses). It also says that he's no longer afraid of how he might react (though that part I don't think Lucy really gets). I'll have to see if I still think this after I finish this reread of The Hollow Boy, but I think Lockwood knows at this point (as in, early on in THB, if not before) that he loves Lucy. (I originally thought her leaving was the tipping point for him, but he's the more self-aware of the two by far, I really need to give him more credit.) He knows that he's going to try to defend her in ways she doesn't want him to, and maybe part of his fear is what he'll reveal through his reaction to Lucy being vulnerable that way. It's going to reopen old wounds about Jessica, yes, but it's also going to open up some pretty big feelings about Lucy herself. And Lockwood's trying to say, underneath Aickmere's, that he's willing to try anyway, but now Lucy has had that confrontation with the hollow boy, and she's aware of being Lockwood's weakness without realizing that she's his strength, too. And in fairness, Lockwood hasn't really put in the work yet to figure out how to live for his love of Lucy, he's only just coming to realize that's something beyond his willingness to die for love of her - so they both do have a lot to work out in themselves first. Which is why the "I'm leaving to protect you from yourself" trope actually works here.

Ooh, I'm yelling!! This is the best part of writing fanfiction, when it prompts you to really dig deep in your understanding of canon. Doesn't always make the words flow any easier, but at least now I know what I'm aiming for, because I know the endpoints I'm trying to connect. Big aha moment for me tonight.

Oh, no, and now my heart is breaking all over again about Lockwood's efforts to convince Lucy not to leave. No wonder he got angry by the end. He's just displayed an incredible level of vulnerability with her - about his past, and also getting as close as he can (yet) to admitting that he loves her - and she turns around and leaves him, without really explaining why. Well, dang, that stings. I mean, I had all of that already pieced together, but the extra factor of her seemingly running away from his feelings for her - ah. Ouch.

[shadow-says-hello]

Okay so I literally am the only one awake at a sleepover and I’m just on my phone reading stranger things tickle fics soooo I can’t fall asleep and I’m the only one awake over here sooo let’s write us a tickle fic!

Based on a true story, today I was playing hide and seek with my friends. I found like the perfect hiding spot and my other friend who was found comes to where I was and starts tickling me then she’s like “oh they’re not over here” and like I’m laughing and then I’m found 💀

“I’m Going To Find You!”

Summary: Reader plays hide and seek with Robin, Eddie, and Steve. Try not to be found and heard… Also I picture the setting being outside near in the forest!

⚠️ some swearing included ⚠️

“Okay, I’m counting to 20. You better hide fast!” Robin said, covering her eyes and counting.

“One…two…three…” and so on.

You scurried quickly and rushed to find a hiding spot. There was an easy tree to climb so you rushed up and started climbing on the branches.

Steve ran carefully so he couldn’t be heard and jumped into the more enclosed and hidden part of skull rock, he tucked his legs close to his chest and didn’t make a sound.

Eddie ran farther away, and hid inside of a clump of sticks and logs, closer to the lake. It was just a pile of sticks, but the opening large enough to fit a person. He felt pretty confident.

“I’m going to find all of you. My ears are little geniuses, so I heard where you all went~” Robin teased and walked a bit closer towards Eddie’s direction.

And then a stick in his dome fell. But it fell right on his head. ”OW!” Eddie said harshly, but noticing it was enough noise to be heard by Robin who was more closer to his direction than you and Steve.

“Oh Eddie. Eddie Eddie Eddie. I can hear you and I know you’re there.” Robin teased more. And at last, coming a few feet closer, she’s found Eddie Munson.

“DAMMIT!!!!!! I HATE THIS STUPID GAME!!!” Eddie pouted.

“Aw, is little five year old temper tantrum baby boo Eddie pouting over a little game all because he was found first?” Robin giggled.

“Oh fuck you.” Eddie grunted.

And a quick pinch to his side shut him up.

“Okay, now the others. Eddie, stay out of the way while I do my work. Now shoo, get lost!” Robin said, continuing her quest to find you and Steve.

Eddie ran ahead to get to you two. He found you first, sitting on a taller, very thick tree branch about 8 feet up in the air.

“Shhhh! Eddie! Were you found? Don’t tell Robin!” You whisper-talked down to Eddie.

“I’m not telling Robin, Y/n. Relax…But I’ll help her out…!” Eddie said, watching you tremble in fear.

“Not while I’m up in a tree! Or whatever your crazy idea is, I’m elevated so I could fall!” You panicked.

Eddie began to climb up the tree and sit next to you in the branch you were on.

“Uhhh…Eddie…? Yeah, I don’t know the weight limit so if this falls were both dead…” You whisper, scooting further away from Eddie.

“C’mere! I don’t bite~!” Eddie teased, snatching you and shoving his hands under your armpits, scribbling mercilessly.

“Ehedddie!!! Nononononoho!!!” You squealed, trying to keep your voice down.

“Robin!!!” Eddie giggled a bit loudly, his goal to get Robin to hear and find you, but she wasn’t close by you.

“I think I found Y/n!!!” Eddie exclaimed cheerfully, moving down to attack your ribs and stomach.

“EHEDDIE PLEAHSE!!!” You giggled even louder, trying to cover your mouth with your hands, so now your sweet giggles were muffled.

You saw about 20 feet away was Robin walking with Steve, coming your direction.

“Y/n, come out! I’ve found everyone else!” Robin yelled.

“They’re coming!!! We’re up here!!!” Eddie yelled back, making you slap his chest.

“YHOU SOHON OHF AHA BIHITCH!!!” You squealed, trying to stop laughing but failing.

“Aha. Ok. Found you, Y/n.” Robin said, looking up the tree.

“DAMMIT EDDIE! YOU CHEATER!” You screamed, hitting him again.

“Ouch!!! Now for that you’ll have to experience the blow factor of this attack.” Eddie said, as you quickly climbed further down the tree and ran for your life.

“Where are you going!?” Eddie called at you. “Steve, go grab them.”

You tried to run away but it was pathetic how fast Steve was able to catch up to you, grabbing you into a bear hug, Eddie and Robin running to you as you tried to squirm away in Steve’s grasp.

“Got ‘em.” Steve said.

“Nice work, Harrington. So, Y/n. Tried to run away from Eddie? This wouldn’t be this bad if you stayed and not ran…” Eddie teased, grabbing you from Steve and laying you down on the forest floor, taking a nice seat on your waist.

“Wait wait wait Eddie please!!! You don’t have to do this!!! I didn’t even do anything wrong!” You begged and squirmed underneath Eddie.

“Well you hit me…” Eddie stuttered.

But really, besides hitting him to shut him up, you really didn’t do anything. He’s the one who pouted over losing, tickled you and cheated for nothing, and then roped Steve and Robin into this mess, only to be on HIS SIDE. What a way to go.

“I’m the one who did most of it but if I let you go I’d look really stupid sooooo this is the route we’re taking!” Eddie admitted, making your face turn red.

“I don’t even know how I got in this position.” Robin said.

“Me neither. I’m just here for the little cute stuff. I’d help you, Y/n, but I’m just looking forward to this.” Steve said.

Betrayal!

“Now, where did I leave off… oh yeah! Blow factor! I’m hungry! Y’know what I’m craving?” Eddie said and a wide grin appeared across his face.

“Raspberries!!!”

Eddie latched his hands to your ribs and squeezed up and down, sending you into hysterics.

“EHEDDIE NAHA!!! PLEHEASE!!! EDDIE!!!” You pleaded through your rambunctious laughter.

“Alright, alright. Time for what I was and said I was originally going to do.” Eddie says, eyes drifting off to your belly.

“Oh no-n-n-no…No…NO…oh fuck no!!! Nooooo…!” You panicked, face flushed red, arms spread out of exhaustion, huge butterflies taking up all the room in your stomach. You knew raspberries tickled like hell, and you tried to prepare yourself for what’s coming next, since you knew there would be no escaping.

And he did it. Eddie gently lifted the hem of your shirt so now your belly was exposed halfway.

3…

2…

1…

And just like that, he pressed his face to your belly and blew the largest raspberry he could right next to your belly button, sending you screaming in bloody murder.

Steve and Robin stood there, giggling and enjoying the scene.

You couldn’t even form words.

Steve nudged Robin gently. “I don’t really know what to laugh at more, the stupid noise of the raspberry or the fact that I’m getting ticklish just looking at this.”

“SAME!!!” Robin exclaimed happily, slightly scratching at Steve’s ribs, making the boy bark out a laugh.

When Eddie was finished, he sat up on your waist and looked at your adorable little red face, before deciding to plant a few ticklish kisses and nuzzles on your belly, making the butterfly population in your stomach increase x10.

Your laugh calmed down a bit, now just a cute level of little bubbly giggles.

“I hahahate youhou…” You giggled.

“I love you too, Y/n.” Eddie teased.

And it really didn’t take long before Eddie blew a series of loud ticklish raspberries on your belly, as Steve and Robin sat criss cross beside you.

Oh boy.

And there you have it folks!!! I hope you enjoyed! That one was fun to write! 😊

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Peter Pan Script

Chorus: The second star to the right Shines in the night for you To tell you that the dreams you plan Really can come true The second star to the right Shines with a light so rare And if it's Never Land you need Its light will lead you there Twinkle, twinkle little star So we'll know where you are Gleaming in the skies above Lead us to the land e dream of nd when our journey is through Each time we say Good night We'll thank the little star that shines The second from the right

NARRATOR: All this has happened before, and it will all happen again, but this time it happened in London. It happened in a quiet street in Bloomsbury. That corner house over there is the home of the Darling family and Peter Pan chose this particular house because there were people here who believed in him. There was Mrs. Darling.

Mrs. Darling: (HUMMING) George, dear, do hurry. We mustn’t be late for the party, you know.

NARRATOR: Mrs. Darling believed that Peter Pan was the spirit of youth but Mr. Darling…

Mr. Darling: Mary, unless I find my cuff links we don’t go to the party. And if we don’t go to the party I can never show my face in the office again.. And if I can never show–(GROANS)

NARRATOR: Well, Mr. Darling was a practical man. The boys, however, John and Michael, believed Peter Pan was a real person and made him the hero of all their nursery games.

John: Blast you, Peter Pan!

Michael: Take that! Give up, Captain Hook? Give up?

John: Never! I’ll teach you to cut off me hand!

Wendy: (CHUCKLING) Oh, no, John. It was the left hand.

John: Oh, yes. Thank you Wendy

NARRATOR: Wendy, the eldest, not only believed, she was the supreme authority on Peter Pan and all his marvelous adventures

Wendy: Oh, Nana, must we always take that nasty tonic?

NARRATOR: Nana, the nursemaid, being a dog kept her opinions to herself and viewed the whole affair with a certain tolerance

MICHAEL: Take that!

John: Insolent boy, I’ll slash you to ribbons!

MICHAEL: And I'll cut you to pieces. Aha!

JOHN: Ouch! grunting Careful, Michael, my glasses!

MICHAEL: I'm sorry, John.

John: Ah, you’ll never leave this ship alive.

Michael: Oh yes, I will. Take that!

John: Scuttle me bones, boy, I’ll slit your gizzard!

MICHAEL: Oh, no, you won't! Back! Back! Back, you villain!

John: Insolent pup!

MICHAEL: Wicked pirate!

JOHN: Aha! I got you!

Michael: You didn’t either. You never touched me! Take that! And that! And that!

John: (GROANING) Ouch!

Mr. Darling: Boys, boys, less noise, please.

John: Oh, hello father.

Michael: You old bilge rat

Mr. Darling: Wha- wha-what? Now, see here, Michael.

JOHN: Oh, not you, father. You see, he’s Peter Pan.

MICHAEL: And John's Captain Hook.

Mr. Darling: Yes, yes, of course. Have you seen my cuff-

NANA: YIPP!!

Mr Darling: Oh, Nana, for goodness sake! Where are those cuff links!?

John: Cuff links, father?

Mr. Darling: Yes, the gold ones.

John: (WHISPERING TO MICHAEL) Michael, the buried treasure, where is it?

Michael: I don’t know.

JOHN: The map then… Where’s the treasure map?

MICHAEL: It got lost.

Mr. Darling: Good heavens, my shirt front!

Michael: Hurray! You found it! You found it!

Mr. Darling: Yes, so I have. And hereafter… Don’t paw me Michael! This is my last clean… (he sees the lost map) No. No!

Mrs. Darling: George, dear, we really must hurry, or we’ll be late.

Mr. Darling: Mary, look!

Mrs. Darling:George!

Michael: It’s only chalk, father.

Mrs. Darling: Why, Michael…

John: It’s not his fault. It’s in the story. And Wendy said…

Mr. Darling: Wendy? Story? I might have known Wendy. Wendy!

Wendy: Yes, father?

Mr. Darling: Would you kindly expl--

Wendy: Oh, mother, you look simply lovely!

MRS. DARLING: Thank you dear.

Mr. Darling: Wendy–

Mrs. Darling: Just my old gown made over but it did turn out right. And I–

Mr. Darling: Mary, if you don’t mind, I’d…

Wendy: Why, father, what have you done to your shirt?

Mr. Darling: What have I– (SCREAMS)

Mrs. Darling: Now, George, really. It comes right off.

Mr. Darling: That’s no excuse. Wendy, haven’t I warned you? Stuffing the boys’ heads with a lot of silly stories.

Wendy: Oh, but they aren’t!

Mr. Darling: I say they are! Captain Crook, Peter Pirate…

Wendy: Peter Pan, father.

Mr. Darling: Pan, pirate, poppycock!

Children: Oh no, father. Father have you ever– You don’t understand.

Mr. Darling: Absolute poppycock!. And let me tell you, this ridiculous…

Mrs. Darling: Now, George.

Mr. Darling: "Now, George.” “Now, George!” Well, “Now, George" will have his say!

Mrs. Darling: Please, dear.

Mr. Darling: Mary, the child’s growing up. It’s high time she had a room of her own.

Wendy: Father!

Mrs. Darling: George!

John: What!?

Michael: No!

Mr. Darling: I mean it! Young lady, this is your last night in the nursery!. And that’s my last word on the matt- (He jumbles to avoid nana and slips on a little wagon before falling on his rum and been hit by furniture) No! No!

ALL: Oh! Poor Nana!

Mr. Darling: Poor Nana? This is the last straw! Out! Out I say!

Michael: No, father, no.

Mr. Darling: Yes! There’ll be no more dogs for nursemaids in this house!

Michael: Goodbye, Nana.

Mr. Darling: (sarcastically) Poor Nana. Oh, yes, poor Nana. But poor father? Oh, no. Blast it! Where is that rope? Nana herself gives it to him Oh, thank you.. Dash it all, Nana. D-Don’t loot at me like that. It’s nothing personal. It’s just that– Well, you’re not really a nurse at all You’re…. Well, a dog. And the children aren’t puppies, they’re people. And sooner or later, Nana, people have to grow up.

Wendy: But, mother, I don’t want to grow up.

Mrs. Darling: Now, dear. Don’t worry about it any more tonight.

John: He called Peter Pan “absolute poppycock”.

Mrs. Darling: I’m sure he didn’t mean it, John. Father was just upset.

Michael: (SNIFFLING) Poor Nana, out there all alone.

Mrs. Darling: No more tears, Michael. It’s a warm night. She’ll be all right.

Michael: Mother.

Mrs. Darling: What is it dear?

Michael: Buried treasure.

Mrs. Darling: Now, children, don’t judge your father too harshly. After all, he really loves you very much.

Wendy: Oh don’t lock it, mother. He might come back

Mrs. Darling: He?

WENDY: Yes.

Peter Pan. You see, I found something that belongs to him.

Mrs. Darling: Oh, and what’s that?

Wendy: (YAWNING) His shadow.

Mrs. Darling: Shadow?

Wendy: Mm-hmm. Nana had it, but I-I took it away.

Mrs. Darling: Oh? Yes, of course. Good night, dear.

(A moment after Mr. And Mrs. Darling left the house, Peter Pan and Tinker Bell flew in the room. They were searching poor Peter Pan’s lost shadow)

Mrs. Darling: But George, do you think the children will be safe without Nana.

Mr. Darling: Safe? Of course, they’ll be safe. Why not?

Mrs. Darling: Well, Wendy said something about a shadow, and I…

Mr. Darling: Shadow? Whose shadow?

Mrs. Darling: Peter Pan’s.

Mr. Darling: Oh, Peter Pa– Peter Pan?! You don’t say. (High voice) Goodness gracious, whatever shall we do?

Mrs. Darling: But George, really I–

Mr. Darling: Sound the alarm! Call Scotland Yard!

Mrs. Darling: There must have been someone.

Mr. Darling: Oh Mary, of all the impossible childish fiddle-faddle, Peter Pan, indeed. How can we expect the children grow up and be practical…

Mrs. Darling: George, dear.

Mr. Darling: ...when you’re as bad as they are? No wonder Wendy gets these idiotic ideas.

(The children are sleeping, and Peter Pan and Tinker Bell enter in the room searching the lost shadow) 

Peter Pan: Over there Tink, in its den. Is it there? Must be here somewhere. we hear a music box Tink! Stop playing and help me find my shadow. Shadow? Shadow? (Tink has just discovered the shadow) Huh? (When he opens the drawer his shadow escapes but Tink fells inside) Aha! (He chases his shadow, but they make enough noise to wake Wendy)

WENDY: Peter Pan!

Oh, Peter, I knew you’d come back! I saved your shadow for you. Oh I do hope it isn’t rumpled. You know, you look exactly the way I thought you would. Oh, a litter taller perhaps. But then… (LAUGHING) You can’t stick it on with soap, Peter. It needs sewing. That’s the proper way to do it. Although, come to think of it, I’ve never thought about it before. Sewing shadows, I mean. Of course, I knew it was your shadow the minute I saw it. And I said to myself, “I’ll put it away for him until he comes back. He’s sure to come back”. And you did, didn’t you, Peter? After all, one can’t leave his shadow lying about… and not miss it sooner or later, don’t you agree? But what I still don’t understand is how Nana got it in the first place. She really isn’t… Oh, sit down. It won’t take long. She really isn’t vicious, you know. She’s a wonderful nurse, although father says–

Peter Pan: Girls talk too much.

Wendy: (LAUGHING) Yes, girls talk too– Hmmm? Oh.

Peter Pan: Well, get on with it, girl.

Wendy: My name is Wendy, Wendy Moira Angela Darling.

Peter Pan: Wendy’s enough.

Wendy: Oh. But how did Nana get your shadow, Peter?

PETER PAN: Jumped at me, the other night at the window.

WENDY: What were you doing there?

PETER PAN: I came to listen to the stories.

Wendy: My stories? But they’re all about you.

Peter Pan: Of course. That’s why I like ‘em. I tell ‘em to the Lost Boys.

Wendy: The Lost B– Oh I remember. They’re your men.

Peter Pan: Uh-huh.

WENDY: I'm so glad you came back tonight. I might never have seen you.

Peter Pan: Why?

Wendy: Because I have to grow up tomorrow.

Peter Pan: Grow up?

Wendy: Tonight’s my last night in the nursery.

Peter Pan: But that means... no more stories.

Wendy: (SNIFFLING) Mm-Hmm

PETER PAN: No!

I won’t have it! Come on.

WENDY: But where are we going?

PETER PAN: To Never Land.

Wendy: Never Land!

PETER PAN: You’ll never grow up there.

WENDY: Oh, Peter, it would be so wonderful.

But wait! What would mother say?

Peter Pan: Mother? What’s a mother?

Wendy: Why, Peter, a mother’s someone…who loves and cares for you and tells you stories–

Peter Pan: Good! You can be our mother. Come on.

Wendy: Now, just a minute, I…, let me see now, I have to pack. Oh, and I must leave a note when I’ll be back. Of course, I couldn’t stay too long. And then I have to– Oh Never Land. Oh, I-I’m so happy, I’I think I’ll give you a-a kiss.

Peter Pan: What’s a-a kiss?

Wendy: Oh, well, I-I’ll show you. Oh! (Screaming because Tinker Bell strikes her by her hair)

Peter Pan: Stop! Stop it, Tink!

Michael: John! John, wake up! He’s here!

John: Huh? Jiminy!

Wendy: Oh, what in the world was that?

Peter Pan: Tinker Bell. Don’t know what got into her.

Michael: Hello, Peter Pan, I’m Michael.

John: My name is John. How do you do?

PETER PAN: Hello!

Michael: Oh look! A firefly.

Wendy: A pixie?

John: Amazing.

Michael: What’s the pixie doing?

PETER PAN: Talking.

Wendy: What did she say?

Peter Pan: She says you’re a big, ugly girl.

Wendy: (GIGGLES) Oh. Well, I think she’s lovely.

Peter Pan: Well, come on, Wendy. Let’s go.

Michael: Where are we going?

Wendy: To Never Land.

Michael: Never Land!

Wendy: Peter’s taking us.

Peter Pan: Us?

Wendy: Of course, I-I couldn’t go without Michael and John.

John: Oh, I should like very much to cross swords with some real buccaneers.

Michael: Yes and fight pirates too.

Peter Pan: (CHUCKLING) Well, all right, but you gotta take orders.

John: Aye, aye, sir.

Michael: Me too.

Wendy: But Peter, how do we get to Never Land?

Peter Pan: Fly, of course

Wendy: Fly?

Peter Pan: It's easy, all you have to do is to, is to... it's to... Huh! that's funny.

Wendy: What's the matter, don't you know?

Peter Pan: Oh sure, it's, it's just that I never thought about it before. Say, that's it! Think of a wonderful thought

John & Wendy: Any happy little thought?

Peter Pan: Uh-huh

Wendy: Like toys at Christmas?

John: Sleigh bells? snow?

Peter Pan: Yup. Watch me now. Here I go! It's easier than pie

Wendy: He can fly!

John: He can fly!

Michael: He flewed

Peter Pan: Now, you try

Wendy: I'll think of a mermaid lagoon... underneath a magic moon

John: I'll think I'm in a pirate's cave

Michael: I think I'll be an Injun brave

Peter Pan: Now, everybody try

All: One, two, three

Children: We can fly!, we can fly!, we can fly!

Peter Pan: This won't do. What's the matter with you? All it takes is faith and trust, oh! and something I forgot: dust

Children: Dust?

Michael: Dust?

PETER: Yup. Just a little bit of pixie dust. Now, think of the happiest things, it's the same as having wings

Wendy: Let's all try it just once more

John: Look! we're rising off the floor

Michael: Jiminy!

Wendy: Oh, my! We can fly!

Peter Pan: You can fly!

Children: We can fly!

Peter Pan: Come on everybody, here we go! off to Never Land!

Think of a wonderful thought

any merry little thought

Think of Christmas, think of snow

think of sleigh bells- off you go!

like reindeer in the sky

you can fly! you can fly! you can fly!

Think of the happiest things

it's the same as having wings

take the path that moonbeams make

if the moon is still awake

you'll see him with his eye

you can fly! you can fly! you can fly!

Up you go with a heigh and Go to the

stars beyond the blue

there's a Never Land waiting for you

where all your happy

dreams come true

every dream that you dream

will come true

Michael: Come on, Nana!

(He takes some of the pixie dust to Nana )

When there's a smile in your heart

there's no better time to start

think of all the joy you'll find

when you leave the world behind

and bid your cares good-bye

you can fly! you can fly! you can fly! you can fly! you can flyyyyyy!

Peter Pan There it is Wendy, second star to the right and straight on till morning

When there's a smile in your heart

there's no better time to start

think of all the joy you'll find

when you leave the world behind

and bid your cares good-bye

you can fly! you can fly! you can fly!

you can fly! you can fly! you can fly!

you can fly! you can fly! you can fly!

you can fly! you can fly! you can fly!

(We see Never Land Island and hear a pirates’ song)

Pirates: Oh a pirate's life

is a wonderful life

a-rovin' over the sea

give me a career

as a buccaneer

it's the life

of a pirate for me

Oh, the life

of a pirate for me

Oh, a pirate's life

is a wonderful life

they never bury your bones

for when it's all over

a jolly sea rover

drops in on his friend

Davey Jones

Oh, my good friend Davey Jones

Smee: My good friend, Davey Jones. Good morning, shipmates-

Pirate 1: And what's good about it, Mr. Smee?

Pirate 2: Here we are collecting barnacles on this miserable island...

Pirate 3: While his nibs plays ring-around-the-rosy with Peter Pan.

Smee: Look out there! Might go off!

Pirate 4: We ought to be tending to the business of looting ships.

Pirate 5: Why, I’ve almost forgotten how to slit a throat.

Pirate 6: Hop on now.

Pirate 5: And tell the captain we wants to put to sea, see? (Pirates laughing and chattering)

Hook: Blast that peter Pan. If I could only find his hideout, I’d trap him in his lair. studying a map But where is it? Mermaid Lagoon? No, we’ve searched that. We’ve combed Cannibal Cove. Here! No. no, no, no. That’s Indian territ– But wait. Those redskins know this island better than I do me own ship. Ah, I wonder.

Smee: (CHUCKLING): Good morning, Captain.

Hook: I’ve got it! Tiger Lily, Smee!

Smee: T-T-Tiger Lily, Captain?

Hook: The chief’s daughter. She’ll know where Pan is hiding.

Smee: B-B-But-But will she talk Captain?

Hook: Oh, a little persuasion might be in order.. Now let me see. Boiling in oil? Uh, keelhauling? Marooning?

Pirate: Oh, a pirate’s life

Is a wonderful life

You’ll find adventure and sport

But live every minute

For all that is in it

The life of a pirate is short

Oh, the life…

(Gunshot, singing stops and water splashes)

Hook: Now let me see, where was I?

Smee: Oh dear, dear, dear Captain Hook. Shooting a man in the middle of his cadenza? chuckling It ain’t good form, you know.

Smee: Good form, Mr. Smee? BLAST GOOD FORM! Did Pan show good form when he did this to me?!

Smee: Why, Captain, cutting your hand off was only a childish prank you might say.

Hook: Aye, but throwing it to that crocodile! That cursed beast liked the taste of me so well he’s followed me ever since licking his chops for the rest of me.

Smee: And he’s have had you by now, Captain, if he hadn’t swallowed that alarm clock. But now when he’s-about, he warns you, as you might say with his tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock (we can hear now that tick-tock)

Hook: Smeee... SMEE!!! Oh, save me, Smee! Please don’t let him get me, Smee! Please! Don’t let him get me, Smee! Smee!

Smee: Here now, shame on ya, upsetting the poor captain. There’ll be no handouts today. Shoo now, shoo. Go on, go on. Off with ya, I say. Go away. Go away, out of here.

Hook: Is he gone, Smee?

Smee: Aye, Captain. All clear. Nothing to worry about.

Hook: Oh, Smee, Smee. I can’t stand it any longer. I tell you I can’t.

Smee: Now, now, now, Captain, just relax. What you need is a shave, a nice soothing shave. There now.

Oh, a pirate’s life

Is a wonderful life

a-sailing over the seas

give me a career as a buc-

Captain, you know, I can’t help noticing you just ain’t been your usual jolly self of late

Give a career as a buccaneer. And the crew’s getting’ a might uneasy, Captain. That is, what’s left of it. Hmm. Now why don’t we put to sea, see? Leave Never Land. Forget Peter Pan. There now.

(He has been shaving a seagull)

Give me a career as a buccaneer. We'll all be a lot happier, not to mention a lot healthier. Oh! Captain? Oh dear! I never shaved him this close before. Now don’t worry Captain. It must be somewhere about.

Hook: Get up, you idiot!

Smee: Aye, aye, sir! Ooh! I found it, Captain! Good as new.

Hook: Why, you blithering blockhead!

PIRATE: Peter Pan ahoy!

Hook: What? What? Where away?

Pirate: Three points off the starboard bow!

Hook: Swoggle me eyes, it is Pan! Headed this way with some more of those scurvy brats! Mr. Smee, pipe up the crew!

Smee: Aye, aye, sir! Pipe up the crew! Pipe up the crew! All hands on deck! lows whistle All hands on deck! All hands on deck!

Hook: Look alive, you swabs! We’ve got him this time, Mr. Smee.

Smee: That we have Captain.

Hook: Man the Long Tom, you bilge rats! I’ve waited years for this.

Smee: That’s not counting the holidays either.

Hook: Double the powder and shorten the fuse!

Smee: Double the powder and double the fuse.

Hook: A pretty sight Mr. Smee. Like sitting ducks. All right, men! Range: 42!

Smee: Range: 42.

HOOK: Elevation: 65!

SMEE: Elevation: 65.

Hook: Three degrees west!

Smee: Three degrees west.

Hook: Steady now! steady!

Wendy: Oh, Peter, it’s just as I’ve always dreamed it would be! Oh, look, john, there’s Mermaid Lagoon.

JOHN: By Jove! And the Indian encampment!

Michael: Oh look, there’s Captain Hook and the pirates. Cannon explodes

Peter Pan: Look out! Quick, Tink! Take Wendy and the boys to the island. I’ll stay here and draw Hook’s fire. whistles Hook! Hook, you codfish! Here!

Wendy: Tinker Bell! Not so fast, Tinker Bell! Please Tinker Bell! We can’t keep up with you! Tinker Bell! Wait! Please!

(Tink zooms down through the trees to a hollow stump that was the entrance to the secret underground room where the Lost Boys live. She tells them that Peter want them to attack the “Wendy bird”)

Lost Boys: Ouch! So! Who ya shovin’? Who ya shovin’? You, that’s who! Huh? Orders from Pan? Hold it, men! What’s the orders, Tink? A terrible what? Wendy bird. Wendy bird? Flying this way? Uh, Pan’s orders are– What? Smash it? Kick it? Stomp it? Oh shoot it down! Shoot it down! Yeah, shoot it down! Yeah shoot it down! Come on! Follow Tink! Follow Tink! Let’s go! Yeah, come on! Let’s go! We’re gonna get her! Shh! I see it! Me too! Me too! Ready… aim… Fire!

(Peter arrives in time to save Wendy’s life and learning of Tinker Bell’s wickedness banishes her)

Wendy: Oh, Peter! You saved my life!

Michael: Are you hurted, Wendy?

Wendy: No Michael.

John: Good heavens, Wendy. You might have been killed.

Lost Boys: Hey Pan! Hey Pan! We followed your orders, Pan! Hey, Pan! I got it with my skull musket! You did not! We did! Yeah, we did! I did it, Pan! I did!

Peter Pan: Attention! Well, I’m certainly proud of you… you blockheads! I bring you a mother to tell you stories…

Lost Boys: A mother?

Peter Pan: And you shoot her down!

Lost Boy: Well, Tink said it was a bird!

PETER PAN: Tink said what?

Lost Boy: Well, she said you said to shoot it down

PETER PAN: Tinker Bell. Tink! Come here. You’re charged with high treason, Tink. Are you guilty or not guilty? Guilty? Don’t you know you might have killed her? Tinker Bell… I hereby banish you forever.

Wendy: Please, not forever!

Peter Pan: Well, for a week then. Come on, Wendy, I’ll show you the island.

Wendy: Oh, Peter! The mermaids?

Lost Boys: Aw, let’s go huntin’. Tigers? Nah, bears. Nah, bears.

John: Well, personally, I should prefer to see the aborigines.

Michael: And the Indians too.

Peter Pan: All right, men, go out and capture a few Indians. John, you be the leader.

John: I shall try to be worthy of my post. Forward march!

Michael: Come on, bear.

WENDY: Oh, Michael, do be careful!

Peter Pan: Come on Wendy, I'll show you the mermaids.

(Peter and Wendy flew off to Mermaid lagoon while John and Michael joined the Lost Boys to fight the Indians)

Following the leader, the leader

the leader

we're following the leader

wherever he may go

tee dum, tee dee, a teedle ee

do tee day

tee dum, tee dee, it's part

of the game we play

tee dum, tee dee, the words

are easy to say

just a teedle ee dum a teedle

ee do tee day

Tee dum, tee dee, a teedle ee

do tee dum

we're one for all and all of us

are for fun

we march, we laugh, and follow

the other one

with a teedle ee do a teedle ee

do tee dum

Following the leader, the leader

the leader

we're following the leader

wherever he may go

we're out to fight the Injuns

the Injuns, the Injuns

we're out to fight the Injuns

because he told us so

Tee dum, tee dee, a teedle ee

do tee day

we march along and these

are words we say

tee dum, tee dee, a teedle

deedle dee day

oh, a teedle ee dum, a teedle

ee do tee day

oh, a teedle ee dum, a teedle

ee do tee day

John: Indians! Ah! Blackfoot tribe. Belongs to the Algonquian group. Quite savage, you know.

Lost Boys: Uh, let’s go get ‘em! Come on! We’ll get ‘em!

John: Gentlemen, gentlemen! First we must plan our strategy.

Lost Boy: Uh, what’s a “stradegy”?

John: A plan of attack. The initial phase is an encircling manoeuvre.

(Michael finds a feather and an axe. He notices that a tree is following him. Then he sees an Indian feet)

Michael: John! Indians! Indians! Let me in!

(Now they are surrendered by Trees)

John: Now, remember, the Indian is cunning–

Michael: Hey–

John: –but not intelligent. Therefore, we simply surround them and take them by surprise.

(All of them have been captured by the Indians whose Chief accuses them of having abducted his daughter, Tiger Lily)

John: I’m frightfully sorry, old chaps. It’s all my fault.

Lost Boys: Aw, that’s all right, Wildcat. No, we don’t mind. That’s okay.

Chief: How

Lost Boys: Uh, h-how, Chief. How, Chief. How! How!

Chief: For many moons, red man fight paleface Lost Boys.

Lost Boys: Ugh!

Chief: Sometime you win. Sometime we win.

Lost Boy: Okay Chief. Uh, you win this time. Now turn us loose.

John: Turn us loose? You mean this is only a game?

Lost Boys: Sure. When we win, we turn them loose. When they win, they turn us loose. They turn us loose.

Chief: This time no turnum loose.

Lost Boys: Huh? (CHUCKLING) The Chief’s a great spoofer.

Chief: Me no spoofum! Where you hide Princess Tiger Lily?

Lost Boys: Uh, Tiger Lily? We ain’t got your old princess!

John: I’ve certainly never seen her.

Lost Boys: Me neither. Honest, we don’t.

Chief: Heap big lie. If Tiger Lily not back by sunset...

burnum at stake.

(At Mermaid Lagoon)

Wendy: Just imagine. Real, live mermaids!

Peter Pan: Would you like to meet them?

Wendy: Oh, Peter, I’d love to!

Peter Pan: All right. Come on.

Red-Haired Mermaid: It’s Peter! 

Oh! Oh! Hello Peter! Hello Peter! Hello Peter! Hello! 

Other Red-Haired Mermaid: Hello, Peter!

Peter Pan: Hello girls!

Other Yellow-Haired Mermaid: I’m so glad to see you.

Black-Haired Mermaid: Why did you stay away so long? Did you miss me?

Red-Haired Mermaid: Tell us one of your adventures.

Yellow-Haired Mermaid: Something exciting.

Peter Pan: Want to hear about the time I cut off Hook’s hand and threw it to the crocodile?

Other Red-Haired Mermaid: Oh, I’ve always liked that one. 

Other Black-Haired Mermaid: Me too!

Peter Pan: There I was on Marooners' Roch surrounded by 40…

Wendy: Oh Peter!

Peter Pan: –or 50 pirates–

Other Black-Haired Mermaid: Who’s she?

Peter Pan: Huh? Her? Oh, That’s Wendy.

Yellow-Haired Mermaid: A girl? 

Other Black-Haired Mermaid: What’s she doing here? 

Other Red-Haired Mermaid: And in her nightdress too! (To Wendy) Come on dearie, join us for a swim.

WENDY: Oh, please! I’m not dressed.

Red-Haired Mermaid: Oh, but you must!

Yellow-Haired Mermaid: We insist!

Wendy: No, no, please!

Other Red-Haired Mermaid: Too good for us, eh?

Wendy: Peter! (Peter and the mermaids laugh on her, but now she’s furious and…) If you dare to come near me again…

Peter Pan: Wendy! Wendy! They were just having a little fun. Weren’t you, girls?

Yellow-Haired Mermaid: That’s all. 

Other Red-Haired Mermaid: We were only trying to drown her.

Peter Pan: You see?

Wendy: Well, if you think for one minute that I’m going to put up with any…

(But Peter, suddenly, hears something in the distance. Leaping upon a rock that hung out over the sea he looks down and sees in a core beneath him a boat from the pirate ship)

Peter Pan: Shh. Hold it, Wendy. Yup, it’s Hook, all right.

(At that dread name the mermaids plunged into the lagoon and disappeared)

Yellow Haired-Mermaid: Hook! 

Mermaids: Hook!

Peter Pan: Quick, Wendy! (WHISPERING) They’ve captured Tiger Lily. Looks like they’re headin’ for Skull Rock. Come on, Wendy. Let’s see what they’re up to.

(Skull Rock. Hook and Smee have tied Tiger Lily until either she tells them the location of Peter’s hideout or she drowns)

Hook: Now, my dear princess, this is me proposition. You tell me the hiding place of Peter Pan, and I shall set you free.

Peter Pan: You dog.

Wendy: Poor Tiger Lily.

Hook: Am I not a man of me word, Mr. Smee?

Smee: Yes. A-Always, Captain. He’s crossing his fingers

HOOK: You'd better talk, my dear. For soon the tide will be in and then it will be too late.

Peter Pan: I’ll show the old codfish. Stay here, Wendy, and watch the fun.

Wendy: Fun?

Hook: Remember, there is no path through water to the happy hunting ground. This is your last chance, Tiger Lily!

Peter Pan: (IMITATING INDIAN VOICE) Manatoa, great spirit of mighty sea water, speak. Beware, Captain hook. Beware! (ECHOING) Beware!

Hook: Did you hear that, Smee?

Smee: It’s an evil spirit, Captain.

Hook: Stand by, Smee, while I take a look around. Spirit of the great sea water, is it?

Peter Pan: Psst. Wendy. Watch this. Imitating Hook’s voice Mr. Smee!

Smee: Uh, yes, Captain?

Peter Pan: (as Hook) Release the princess and take her back to her people.

Smee: Aye, aye, sir. Release the Princ– But– But Captain–

Peter Pan: (as Hook) Those are me orders, Mr. Smee!

Smee: Aye, aye, sir. At last Captain Hook's coming to his senses.

Hook: Odd’s fish!

Smee: I told him all along you Indians wouldn’t betray, Peter Pan.

Hook: And just what do you think you are doing, Mr. Smee?

Smee: Just what you told me, Captain. Carrying out your orders.

Hook: My orders?

Smee: Why, yes, Captain. Didn’t you just say to go–

Hook: Put her back, you blithering idiot! My orders. Of all the bumbling–

PETER PAN: (as Hook. Now this time the own Hook hears “his voice”) Mr. Smee. Just exactly what do you think you are doing?

Smee: Putting her back, like you said, Captain.

Peter Pan: (as Hook) I said nothing of the sort.

Smee: Oh, b-but, Captain-

Peter Pan: (as Hook) For the last time, Mr. Smee, take the princess back to her people. UNDERSTAND?!? (Echoing Understand?)

Smee: Aye, aye, sir.

Peter Pan: (as Hook) Oh, and one more thing. When you return to the ship, tell the whole crew– Hook has discovered the trick to help themselves to me best rum.

Wendy: (Gasps) Peter!

Hook: Here’s your spirit, Smee!

Smee: Why, it’s Peter Pan.

HOOK: Scurvy brat!

Peter Pan: Thank you, Captain.

Hook: Come down, boy, if you’ve a taste for cold steel!

Peter Pan: Watch this, Wendy.

Wendy: Oh, Peter, do be careful.

Peter Pan: Try your luck, Mr. Smee? he gives him a gun

Hook: Let him have it! Well, come on, you idiot! Blast him.

Peter Pan: Right here, Mr. Smee!

Hook: Hold it, you fool! No! No! Smee fires and Hook looses his balance

Smee: Captain?

Wendy: Oh, how dreadful.

Peter Pan: What a pity Mr. Smee. I’m afraid we’ve lost the dear Captain. he’s alive and tries to kill Peter Pan by the back

Smee: Captain!

Peter Pan: In the back, Captain?

Smee: Give it to him, Captain! Cleave him to the brisket!

Hook: (Groans) I’ve got you this time, Pan.

Peter Pan: Well, well. A codfish on a hook.

Hook: I’ll get you for this, Pan, if it’s the last thing I do!

Peter Pan: (Hearing the ticking) I say, Captain, do you hear something?

Hook: No! Oh! No!

(The crocodile sees its time to taste again Hook’s flesh)

PETER PAN: Mr. Crocodile, do you like codfish? You do?

Wendy: Oh, Peter, no.

Hook: Smee!

Smee: Don’t go away, Captain! Stay right there now, sir! I’ll save you, sir!

Hook: Smee! Ow!

Smee: Captain! Captain!

Hook: Smee! Smee!

(He falls into the crocodile’s mouth)

Smee: Give him back!

Hook: Smee! Row for the ship! Row for the ship– Smee!

(He narrowly escapes chased by the crocodile)

Wendy: Peter! What about Tiger Lily?

Peter Pan:Tiger Lily? Oh! Tiger Lily!

Tiger Lily: Help!

(Peter Pan rescues her in the very last moment)

Wendy: Peter, wait for me!

(Hook’s ship)

Hook: (SNIFFLING) That cursed Peter Pan. Making a fool out of me. Oh! My head!

Pirate: Oh, a pirate’s life

Is a wonderful life

Your hot water, Mr. Smee.

Smee: Shhh! The poor captain has a splitting headache. We musn’t annoy him.

(He has been hammering a note in which we read “Quiet. Do not disturb”. Without noticing Hook’s presense, he starts hamming again and… he finds captain’s head instead off the door)

Smee (CONT.) Well, Captain, it’s nice to see you smiling again (CHUCKLING) Brings back the good old days when we was leading an healthy, normal life: scuttling ships, cutting throats. Oh, Captain, why don’t we put to sea again? You know, there’s trouble brewin’ on the island. Women trouble. I wouldn’t want this to go any further,but the cook told me that the first mate told him that he heard that Pan has banished Tinker Bell.

Hook: (SCREAMING) Why, you doddering imbecile, I– Did you say Pan has banished Tinker Bell?

Smee: Aye, aye, captain, yes.

Hook: But why?

Smee: On account of Wendy, Captain. Tink tried to do her in, she did. Tink’s terrible jealous.

Hook: Well, well.

Smee: That’s why we ought to leave, Captain. This ain’t no place for a respectable pirate.

Hook: That’s it, Smee! That’s it!

Smee: I’m glad you agrees, Captain.

Hook: Quick, me coat, me best dress coat.

Smee: Aye aye sir. The sooner we gets going, the better.

Hook: Ah, yes, a jealous female can be tricked into anything. My case of hooks!

Smee: Aye, aye, sir. Here you are, sir. Your Sunday set, sir.

Hook: If we impress the pixie, convince her we’re eager to help her, the wench may chart our course to a certain hiding place.

Smee: Our best hiding place is the Spanish Main, sir. I’ll set our course– gasps

Hook: And where do you think you are going?

Smee: To tell the boys we sail with the tide, sir.

Hook: You will go ashore, pick up Tinker Bell and bring her to me. (Loudly) Understand?

Smee: Aye, aye, sir.

(Learning that Peter has banished Tinker Bell, Hook sends Smee out to capture her. He wants to persuade her that he has decided to leave the island; however, being generous of spirit, he would like to take Wendy with him, so that Peter and Tink may be happy together once more. The pixie foolishly believing his promises, tells him and is promptly imprisoned in the ship’s lantern)

(Indian camp. Peter having saved Tiger Lily is the Indian’s hero, but Hook has further plans)

Chief: How

Peter Pan: How.

Wendy: What’s the Chief doing, John?

JOHN: He’s delivering an oration in sign language.

Michael: What’s he saying?

JOHN: He says "Peter Pan mighty warrior. Save Tiger Lily. Make big chief heap glad”

Wendy: Well, he certainly doesn’t look “heap glad” chuckles

Chief: Make Peter Pan heap big chief. You now Little Flying Eagle.

(Peter whoops)

Lost Boys: Flying Eagle! Flying Eagle!

Wendy: Oh, how wonderful!

Chief: Teachum paleface brother all about the red man.

John: Good. This should be most enlightening.

Lost Boys: Uh, what makes the red man red? When did he first say "Ugh"? First "Ugh"?

Michael: Why does he ask you, "How"?

Chief: Why does he ask you, "How"?

Indians: Hana Mana Ganda

why does he ask you how?

Hana Mana Ganda

Hana Mana Ganda

Once the Injun

didn't know all the things

that he know now

but the Injun

he sure learn a lot

and it's all from asking how

Hana Mana Ganda

Hana Mana Ganda

We translate for you

Hana Mana Ganda

Hana Mana Ganda

Hana means what

Mana means and

Ganda means that too

Hana Mana Ganda

Hana Mana Ganda

Hana Mana Ganda

Hana Mana Ganda

Hana Mana Ganda

Hana Mana Ganda

Indian Woman: (to Wendy) Squaw no dance

Hana Mana Ganda

Hana Mana Ganda

Indian Woman: (to Wendy) Squaw gettum firewood

Hana Mana Ganda

Hana Mana Ganda

Hana Mana Ganda

Hana Mana Ganda

Hana Mana Ganda

When did he first say "Ugh"?

Hana Mana Ganda

Hana Mana Ganda

When did he first say "Ugh"?

Hana Mana Ganda

Hana Mana Ganda

In the Injun book it say

when first brave married squaw

he gave out with heap big ugh when he saw

his mother-in-law

Hana Mana Ganda

Hana Mana Ganda

What made the red man red

what made the red man red

let's go back a million years

to the very first Indian prince

he kiss a maid

and start to blush

and we've all been blushin'since

Hana Mana Ganda

Hana Mana Ganda

Now, you've got it right from the hed man

the real true story of the red man

no matter what's been written or said

Hana Mana Ganda

Now you know why

now you know why

the red man's red

John: Wa-hoo!

Wendy: John!

Michael: Squaw takum papoose. Wa-oo!

Wendy: Michael!

Indian Woman: Squaw gettum firewood

Wendy: Squaw no gettum firewood. Squaw go home

(Tinker Bell is looking at the Indians camp from the distance. She’s captured by Smee.

Smee: Begging your pardon, Miss Bell, but Captain hook would like a word with you.

(Pirate’s ship. Hook pays the piano in Tinker’s honor)

Hook: Yes, Miss Bell, Captain Hook admits defeat. Tomorrow I leave the island, never to return.

Smee: I’m glad to hear that. Captain. (HICCUPS) I’ll tell the crew and– (HICCUPS)

Hook: And that’s why I asked you over, me dear, to tell Peter I bear him no ill will. Oh, Pan has his faults to be sure. Bringing that Wendy to the island, for instance. Dangerous business that. Why, rumour has it that already she has come between you and Peter. But what’s this? Tears? Then it is true. Oh, Smee, the way of a man with a maid. Taking the best years of her life and then casting her aside… like an old glove!

Smee: Ain’t it a bloomin’ hiccups shame?

Hook: But we mustn’t judge Peter too harshly, me dear. It’s that Wendy who’s to blame. Mr. Smee, we must save the lad from himself! But how? We’ve so little time. We sail in the morning. Sail! That’s it, Smee! We’ll shanghai Wendy!

SMEE: Shanghai Wendy, Captain?

Hook: Take her to sea with us. With her gone, peter will soon forget this mad infatuation. Come Smee. We must leave immediately, surround Peter’s home–

Smee: But Captain, we don’t know where Peter Pan lives.

Hook: Great Scott, you’re right Smee! What’s that, my dear? You could show us the way? Why I never thought of that. Take this down, Smee.

Smee: Take this down, Smee. Aye Captain.

HOOK: Tinker Bell is showing him the way to Peter’s hideout Start at Pegleg Point.

Smee: Start at Pegleg Point.

HOOK: Forty paces west to Blindman's Bluff.

Smee: Blind man’s Bluff.

Hook: Yes, yes. Hop, skip and jump across Crocodile Creek. Then north by northeast one, two, three– harshly Well, get on with it– sweetly Continue, my dear. I mustn’t harm Peter? Madam, Captain hook gives his word not to lay a finger…or a hook on peter Pan. Tinker marks an “X” in the map Ah, Hangman’s tree. So that’s the entrance to his hiding place. Thank you me dear. You’ve been most helpful.

(Hangman’s Tree)

Lost Boys, John and Michael: Hana Mana Ganda

Hana Mana Ganda

Hana Mana Ganda

Hana Mana Ganda

Hana Mana Ganda

Hana Mana Ganda

Hana Mana Ganda

Hana Mana Ganda

Hana Mana Ganda

Hana Mana Ganda

Hana Mana Ganda

Hana Mana Ganda

Hana Mana Ganda

Hana Mana Ganda

What’s man the red man red

Hana Mana Ganda

Hana Mana Ganda

Hana Mana Ganda

Hana Mana Ganda

Hana Mana Ganda

Hana Mana Ganda

Peter Pan: Big chief Flying Eagle greets his braves. How.

Lost Boys: How chief.

John: How

Michael: How

Peter Pan: Big chief greets little mother. How.

Wendy: Ugh.

Peter Pan: Oh Wendy, is that all you have to say? Everyone else thinks I’m wonderful.

Wendy: Especially Tiger Lily

Peter Pan: Tiger Lily?

Wendy: John. Michael they continue whooping Take off that war paint and get ready for bed.

John: Bed?

Michael: Brave no sleep. Go for days without sleep.

Wendy: But boys, we’re going home in the morning.

John: Home?

Wendy: and–

Michael: Oh, Wendy, we don’t want to go home.

Peter Pan: No go home. Stay many moons. Have heap big time.

Wendy: Now Peter, let’s stop pretending and be practical.

Peter Pan: Chief Flying Eagle has spoken.

Wendy: Oh for goodness sake. Please, boys. Do you want to stay here and grow up like-like savages?

Michael: Of course.

Wendy: But you can’t. you need a mother. We all do.

Michael: Aren’t you our mother, Wendy?

Wendy: Why, Michael, of course, not! Surely you haven’t forgotten our real mother.

Michael: Did she have silky ears and wear a fur coat?

Wendy: Oh no, Michael. That was Nana.

Lost Boys: I think I had a mother once. What was she like? What was she like? I forget. I had a white rat. That’s no mother!

Wendy: No, no, boys. Please. I’ll tell you what a mother is.

Lost Boys: Yeah tell us. Tell us. Please Wendy.

Wendy: Well, a mother, a real mother is the most wonderful person in the world. She's the angel voice... that bids you good night, kisses you cheek, whispers "sleep tight"

Your mother and mine

your mother and mine

the helping hand that guides you along

whether you're right

whether you're wrong

Your mother and mine

your mother and mine

what makes mothers

all that they are

might as well ask what makes a star

Ask your heart

to tell you her worth

your heart will say

Heaven on Earth

another word for divine

your mother and mine

Michael: I wanna see my mother

Wendy: Yes, Michael

John: I propose we leave for home at once.

Lost Boys: Could I go too, Wendy? Me too, Wendy! I wanna go!

Wendy: All right boys. All right. I’m sure mother would be glad to have you. Uh, that is if Peter doesn’t mind.

Peter Pan: Go on! Go back and grow up! But I’m warning you, once you’re grown-up you can never come back. Never.

WENDY: Oh, dear.

John: Well, men, shall we be off?

All: Yeah, come on! Let’s go!

Peter Pan: They’ll be back.

Wendy: Peter? Goodbye, Peter.

(Wendy has persuaded her brothers that it is time to go home. Unfortunately, as they emerge from their hideout, they are seized by the pirates. Only Peter remains safe below ground but hook and Smee lower to him a bomb disguised as a present from Wendy)

HOOK: All right, men, take them away. And now Smee, to take care of Master Peter Pan

Smee: But Captain, wouldn’t it be more human-like to slit his throat?

Hook: Aye, that it would, Mr. Smee. But I have given me word not to lay a finger… or a hook on Peter Pan. And Captain Hook never breaks a promise.

(Pirate’s ship. Hook tries to persuade his captives to become pirates; all of them are tempted except Wendy who maintains that Peter Pan will save them)

Pirates: Yo ho, yo-ho

so try the life of a thief

just sample the life of a crook

there isn't a boy

who won't enjoy

a-workin' for Captain Hook

the world's most famous crook

Smee: Crook, crook

crickety, crockety

crickety, crook

the croc is after Captain–

Hook: A special offer of today

I'll tell you

what I'll do

all those who sign

without delay

will get a free tattoo

Why, it's like money in the bank

come on, join up

and I'll be frank

unless you do

you'll walk the plank

the choice is up to you

Pirates: The choice is up to you

Yo ho, yo ho, yo ho, yo ho, yo ho

You'll love the life of a thief

you'll relish the life of a crook

there's barrels of fun for everyone

and you'll get treasures by the ton

So come and sign the book

join up with Captain Hook

Boys: Hey, I wanna join! Me too, boy!

Wendy: Boys! Aren’t you ashamed of yourselves?

John: But captain hook is most insistent, Wendy.

Lost Boy: Yeah, he says we’ll walk the plank… if we don’t!

Wendy: Oh, no, we won’t. Peter Pan will save us.

Hook: Peter Pan will save them, Smee laughing

Smee: Peter Pan will save them laughing too Oh, Captain!

Hook: But a thousand pardons, my dear. I don’t believe you are in on our little joke. You see, we left a present for Peter

Smee: A sort of surprise package, you might say.

Hook: Why, I can see our little friend at this very moment, reading the tender inscription:

Peter Pan: To Peter with love from Wendy. Do not open till 6 o’clock. Uh. I wonder what’s in it.

Hook: Could he but see within the package, ho, he would find an ingenious little device

Smee: Set so that when the clock is like this–

Hook: Peter Pan will be blasted out of Never Land forever!

Wendy: No!

(Pirates laugh while Tinker Bell, who has been listening every word, tries to escape from the lantern and helps Peter)

Hook: But time grows short. We have but 18 seconds, 15 seconds, 13 seconds…

PETER PAN: Twelve seconds. Well, I guess I can open it now.

(Tink arrives in the very last second)

Peter Pan: Hi, Tink. Look what Wendy left. Hey, stop that! Stop it! What’s the matter with you? Hook? A bomb? Don’t be ridiculous!

(Alarm ringing. Tink takes out the package…)

Hook: And so passeth a worthy opponent.

Smee: Amen.

Peter Pan: Hook! It was a bomb! Why, if it hadn’t been for Tink– Tinker Bell! Tink? Tinker Bell? tinkling Where are you, Tink? Tink? Tinker Bell! Tink. Are you all right? tinkling Wendy? The boys? But I gotta to save you first! Hold on, Tink! Hold on! Don’t go out. Don’t you understand, Tink? You mean more to me than anything in this whole world!

Hook: And now, which will it be? The pen or the plank?

Wendy: Captain Hook, we will never join your crew.

Hook: As you wish. Ladies first, me dear.

Wendy: Goodbye boys.

Boys: Goodbye, Wendy.

Wendy: Be brave, John.

John: I shall strive to, Wendy.

Wendy: Goodbye Michael.

Michael: Goodbye.

Pirates: Come on! Get on over there! Don’t give us no trouble! Go on, go on! Get it over with! Move along!

MICHAEL: Wendy, Wendy!

(She jumps but there’s not a splash)

Smee: Captain, no splash.

Hook: Not a sound.

Pirates: Not a bloomin’ ripple It’s a jinx, that’s what it is! No splash! No sign of the wench Did you hear a splash? I’m telling you, mates, it’s a bad day. Mark me words. We’ll all play for this. The ship’s bewitched. No splash, Captain.

(We see that Peter has arrived in time to save Wendy and the boys)

Hook: So you want a splash, Mr. Starkey? I’ll give you a splash! Who’s next?

PETER PAN: You're next, Hook! This time you’ve gone too far!

Boys: Peter Pan! Peter Pan!

Michael: And Wendy!

Hook: It can’t be.

Smee: It’s his blinkin’ ghost what’s talkin’

Peter Pan: Say your prayers, Hook!

Hook: I’ll show you this ghost has blood in his veins. I’ll run him through! Oooh! Take that! Curse this hook!

Peter Pan (free the boys) Come on, everybody!

John: Hurry, Michael, hurry!

Hook: Don’t stand there, you bilge rats! Get those scurvy brats! After the brats, men! This is no mere boy. ‘Tis some fiend fighting me. A flying devil!

John: Hold your fire. Steady, men. Steady

Pirate: Cut ‘em with our irons!

John: Fire!

Pirates: Crack that bloomin’ sky! Let me at ‘em!

John: Down, you blackguard!

Boys: Michael! Yes, Bear killer! Hurray for Bear Killer!

Hook: Fly, fly, fly! You coward!

Peter Pan: Coward? Me?

Hook: You wouldn’t dare to fight old Hook man-to-man. You’d fly away like a cowardly sparrow!

Peter Pan: Nobody calls Pan a coward and lives! I’ll fight you man-to man with one hand behind my back!

Hook: You mean you won’t fly?

Wendy: No, no, Peter! It’s a trick!

Peter Pan: I give my word, Hook.

Hook: Good. Then let’s have at it! Now! Insolent youth, prepare to die!

Wendy: Fly! Fly, Peter! Fly!

Peter Pan: No! I gave my word. You’re mine, Hook!

Michael: Cleave him to the brisket.

Hook: You wouldn’t do old Hook in now, would you, lad? I’ll go away forever. I’ll do anything you say.

Peter Pan: Well, all right, if you say you’re a codfish.

Hook: I’m a codfish.

Peter Pan: Louder!

Hook: (screaming) I’m a codfish!

All: Hurray! Hook is a codfish, a codfish, a codfish! Hook is a codfish, a codfish,a codfish!

Peter Pan: All right Hook, you’re free to go and never return.

Wendy: Peter!

(Hook tries to kill Peter in the back but he loose balance and falls to the water, where the crocodile is waiting for him patiently) Hook: Smee! Smee! Smee! Smee!

Smee: Captain! Captain! Captain!

(The Captain ends up in the water swimming for dear life from the eagerly snapping jaws of the crocodile)

All: Hooray! Hooray for Captain Pan!

Peter Pan: All right, you swabs! Aloft with ya! We’re castin’ off! Heave those halyards!

Wendy: But-but, Peter– oh, that is, Captain Pan.

Peter Pan: At your service, madam.

Wendy: Could you tell me sir, where we’re sailing?

Peter Pan: To London, madam.

Wendy: Oh, Peter! Michael! John! We’re going home!

Peter Pan: Man the capstan! Hoist anchor! Pixie dust!

(It’s eleven in the evening. Nana’s barking and the Darlings have just arrived home. They find Wendy’s bed unslept-in but the girl herself in there. She tells all about their adventures with Peter Pan and points out to her parents the silhouette of Hook’s ship against the moon)

Mrs. Darling: George, I’m so glad you changed your mind about Wendy. After all, she’s still a child.

Mr. Darling: Pshaw, Mary. You know I never mean those things. Do I, Nana?

Mrs. Darling: Oh! Wendy! Wendy! What on earth are you doing there?

Wendy: (yawns) Hmm? Oh, mother, we’re back!

Mr. Darling: Back?

Wendy: All except the Lost Boys. They weren’t quite ready.

Mr. Darling: Lost boy–? Ready?

Wendy: To grow up. That’s why they went back to Never Land.

Mr. Darling: Never Land?

Wendy: Yes. But I am.

Mr. Darling: Am?

Wendy: Ready to grow up.

Mr. Darling: Oh, oh! Well, my dear, all in good time. After all, perhaps we were–

Wendy: Oh, but, mother, it was a such a wonderful adventure!

Mr. Darling: too–

Wendy

: Tinker Bell and the mermaids and Peter Pan! Oh, he was the most wonderful of all! Why, why, even when we were kidnapped, I–

Mr. Darling: Kidnapped?

Wendy: Mm-hmm. I knew Peter Pan would save us, and he did. And we all call him a codfish! (LAUGHING) Uh, Captain Hook, I mean. And then we sailed away on a ship in the sky.

Mr. Darling: Hmm. Mary, I’m going to bed.

Wendy: Oh mother, he really is wonderful, isn’t he? See how well he sails the ship?

Mrs. Darling: George. George!

Mr. Darling: Now what, Mary? gasps Nana, d-did you see– You know, I have the strangest feeling… that I’ve seen that ship before, a long time ago when I was very young.

Mrs. Darling: George, dear.

Wendy: Father.

Off singing voice: When there's a smile in your heart there's no better time to start think of all the joy you'll find when you leave the world behind and bid your cares good-bye you can fly! you can fly! you can fly!

[insurrection-if]

How jealous are they? How do they show it?

(●´艸｀) Jealousy will be present in-game if the MC pursues numerous ROs at once before the lock-in point, though to various degrees as some ROs have more personal history with / specific sentiments towards one another than others. For example, Elouan's jealousy over the MC's relationship with Sigmund is different compared to his jealousy over their relationship with Curadora because of his deep personal connection to Sigmund contrasting against his general neutrality towards Curadora. Similarly, Curadora would be far more hurt by her own jealousy towards an MC romancing Sigmund (a former key fixture in her life) compared to an MC romancing Elouan who she simply holds a vague disapproval towards. Sigmund would probably bash his head through a wall if an MC pursued Elouan and Curadora while romancing him, haha!

Aha, I had once considered more defined long-term love triangles or polyamorous relationships, but no pairings seemed capable of sustainment or attainability, haha! Mm, according to my notes, the most likely candidate pairings would have been:

Sigmund + Elouan (Love Triangle)

Fyodor + Sigmund (Love Triangle)

Sigmund + Kamiko (Love Triangle, Throuple?, or V-Triad)

Mutya + Imka (Love Triangle or V-Triad)

Niccolò + Imka (Love Triangle or V-Triad)

Niccolò + Jae (Love Triangle)

Akil + Sigmund (Love Triangle)

Akil + Imka (Love Triangle, Throuple??, or V-Triad)

As it stands, these dynamics represent perhaps the most tension (and jealousy) between simultaneously romanced pairings among the main ROs . . . and it gets even more complicated + tense when the minor ROs are thrown into the mix, haha! ╮(╯∀╰)╭ Simultaneous romances like Sigmund + Retriever + Curadora (ouch!) or Dearil + Curadora (the horror!) or Lempo + Retriever (quite good, actually . . .) or Fyodor + Curadora (a would’ve-been nice poly in another world) and so forth.

Alas, I scrapped the idea due to complexity, imbalance, and the nature of the characters themselves being rather monogamous and / or incompatible. I instead went for a more freeform system of lingering attraction and persistent minor ROs. (　´∀｀)b

Anywho, onto the actual ask itself, haha! (´∀｀)

I’ll do jealousy as lovers and as people. (・ε・)

Akil

Deep down, it depends on the person.

Akil doesn’t care much for jealousy in a relationship. To him, it erodes on the trust between a couple and encourages a harmful sense of possession over one another. It’s not his place to police how the MC might express their affection for others—whether they be overly fond of touch among friends or strangers, or they wish to spend long hours outside his company to be with others, or whatever else—and he expects the same respect towards his conduct in return. Its natural in his eyes for the MC to recognize the attractiveness of others, or to be charmed by another now and again, but he would not have considered a relationship with them if he didn't trust their commitment to him.

Envy, however, would arise if the MC were to share an equal romantic interest in him and Kamiko, Sigmund, or Imka.

Kamiko would illicit a subdued jealousy from him, one more akin to an uncomfortable suspicion, since he would worry that the MC were solely interested in him for his (weaker / different) nature as a human or the “forbidden” status he bears as a Supervising Agent.

Sigmund would draw from him a more tired and frustrated jealousy, like a constant dull headache. Its a frustration entirely focused upon Sigmund and himself due to their rivalry further complicating their common, yet opposed, interest in the MC—which guilts him for getting the MC further caught up their tense affairs and making them seem too much like a prize amidst their arguments. Aha, really, his jealousy here would be more so in vein with him thinking that, between Sigmund and him, he would feel much more assured in knowing that the MC didn't end up with someone as (in his mind) distasteful as Sigmund . . . and it's all the better if the alternative choice ends up being him, haha!

Imka would confuse his jealous sentiments as he would want happiness for both Imka and the MC, but it would be a bit of a double heartbreak if the two were to get together. He would be mindful to speak overly well of Imka (more so than he naturally would) to encourage the MC's well-founded attraction towards her, though there'd be a quiet sorrow about him as he did so.

Outside a relationship, Akil did bear a dose of envy towards his elder brother throughout childhood. Their attachment at the hip had been founded upon equal parts friendship and rivalry, rarely allowing hard feelings to linger despite how competitive they were. There had been a genuine thread of two-way jealousy sewn throughout their upbringing, and it only dulled in adulthood as their 'maturity' made them more quiet about its presence. Otherwise, Akil's jealousy towards the traits of others is more often shaped into a private admiration or respect after some reflection on his part.

Kamiko

Kamiko isn't one to become overly jealous, though that doesn't mean she's immune to the envious longing to perhaps have what someone else does: an envy perhaps towards how easily the MC bonds and jokes with someone else in a way that is difficult for her, or something along those lines. Perhaps she quietly envies the way Niccolò and Imka may so easily craft gifts for those they care for, or how upfront and outspoken Jae has the potential to be for her partners. Sentiments like these would come and go, dulled as she instead uses them to inspire a breach past her comfort zone to try out these traits she wishes she could have for the MC's sake.

Protective is a more fitting term for her reactions to what might normally incite jealousy in others - a concern about the intentions, pushiness, or closeness of someone while having the trust in the MC to not respond in a way that intentionally seek to harm her (emotionally). She would hover nearby in case interference for the MC’s comfort is needed, but otherwise doesn’t give much hint to her own discomfort for their safety.

There would be a smidge of it if the MC pursued Sigmund as well, but soon enough she’d have a one-track mind for the MC alone, caring more for their happiness rather than a “claim” over them—and as someone who once recognized the merits Sigmund could provide as a partner, she would (eventually) be content knowing the MC would be safe and cared for with him if he is ultimately chosen over her.

Outside a relationship, Kamiko doesn't experience envy often. She does have a constant fear of never being enough, but this is by no means done through a comparison of herself towards others as she instead fixates on self-imposed impossible expectations. She knows that each individual bears their unique and inherent strengths and flaws that must be forged into something well-rounded over time, and so she sees little merit in comparing herself to the mold of another whose standards, origins, and potential are so far removed from her.

Sigmund

More jealous than he would ever care to admit, haha!

He's more passive and contained about it when he isn't in an exclusive arrangement with whoever's caught his interest. He might glare and grumble, maybe fish out an excuse to tag along when the MC is called into the private company of another (both to 'chaperone' the encounter and to make sure the MC is safe and comfortable with the person). He would be visibly tense as the MC gushed over another potential partner (if there was some clear romantic undertone to the sentiments), and likely wouldn't be able to stomach such talk for long before abruptly leaving the torture he feels in the face of their interest elsewhere.

Sigmund can be quite intimidating, and it’s a useful trait to have when he wants to “shoo away” pesky competition from getting too chummy with his interest with a look or a few words alone. He’s like a blinking signal of “this one’s mine” as he lingers by their side, haha! He’d quit it if asked to stop, though he’d insist he wasn’t trying to scare off anyone through grit teeth and a fierce blush.

All this jealousy, however, is really reserved for those Sigmund truly sees himself having, and wanting, to have a long-term commitment with . . . and that's quite a sparse and small pool of people over the course of his life so far. In other words, don't expect him to be jealous right off the bat! ┐(´∀｀)┌ Jealousy is a clear sign that he's starting to fall for someone, possibly before he even knows how deep his feelings have become.

In a relationship, he isn't as subdued about his jealous moments, but he's assured in knowing that you are exclusive with him. He'll try to be casual about it: wrapping an arm around the MC's waist, interjecting a pet name towards the MC in the midst of a conversation (preferably something like “my this” or “my that”, haha!), or simply using his frame in a way that naturally forces some space between the MC and whoever seems to be too comfortable in passing the boundaries he'd prefer they keep around his partner.

Chide him enough, and he'll start to put real effort in keeping his jealousy on a tight leash. He doesn't want to make his partner uncomfortable or frightened by his jealous tendencies, and he appreciates their honesty if they come forward about their discomfort towards it. His jealousy would still be there, lingering in his heart or clouding his head now and again, but in time it’ll turn shallow enough to become rather fleeting. Actions speak louder than words to Sigmund, and the longer the relationship lasts past hurdles and challenges the more confident he is that the MC isn’t going to leave his side any time soon, much less at the drop of a hat (or a spiel of sweet words from a charming stranger).

Mm, it should be noted that Sigmund's upbringing bore a lot of influence on his perception towards loyalty and relationships . . . particularly when it came to certain decisions made by his mother (who he once idolized) and the true nature of her exit from his family (as well as the lead-up to it). (´～`) His jealousy is almost like a defense mechanism as a result of those experiences, his way of expressing his protective care for keeping the relationship safe and alive even if it's not the healthiest way to do so. He has a lot of unresolved emotions about the fallout between his parents, and his recent engagement, which have only encouraged his fears of being a lesser-love in the lives of those around him: expendable, replaceable, and always second-place.

Outside a relationship, Sigmund has a lot of quiet envy towards those around him. Since childhood, he always wanted something that those around him had or wished to be more like them due to his constant feeling of not being enough . . . particularly when it come to his parents—not bearing much use to them beyond an often discarded pawn against one another in his early years. He is haunted by a sentiment of always missing something within himself that others possess, something they can share and provide that he cannot.

It frustrates him that he's never stopped seeking out that missing piece in his life, and so he becomes defensive whenever his envy is called out by those not close to him (since he has little patience for distant associates that play 'armchair therapist' with him). Sigmund is an odd mixture of simultaneous (over)confidence and insecurity; brazenly thinking he can take on the entire world on another's behalf one second and then feeling more useless than a worm the next.

'If only he could be as this or that as so-and-so', he thinks, 'then maybe he wouldn't be as much of a self-proclaimed fuck-up' . . . though that too is a sentiment planted in his mind by his father.

Imka

In earlier stages of the relationship, Imka would be more prone to jealousy, though it's an emotion she hates since it makes her feel wrongfully entitled or horribly rude. She feels rather undeserving of the MC's time and attention, even less so when it comes to their affection, and so she tends to get caught up in her head as she ponders how countless others are so much better than her - and, thus, are better for the MC. She'd find herself distracted by thoughts of how her looks are lacking compared to another, how her personality is so dull compared to someone else, and how she could never hope to match up to them no matter what she might do.

When she is jealous, she would try to not bring much attention to it, but the signs are there. She struggles to meet the eyes of whoever has drawn her jealousy, though she tries to keep a smile all the same as her hands tug at the ends of her cardigan sleeves. She winces at any compliment given to her since she bears guilt for the ugly jealousy in her mind that makes her feel unworthy of any positive attention. She dismisses her discomfort with a shake of her head and swallows down the emotions her runaway thoughts illicit. Once it is her and the MC alone, she would quietly apologize for her behavior before excusing herself to be alone so she might calm herself from this negative mood she's put herself in.

Time would naturally foster more confidence in herself to let these jealous sentiments wash away with quick ease. She might feel a ghostly sense of it if someone is outright advancing on the MC even when they’re in a public relationship with her (ahem, Lempo!) but she becomes much better at brushing it aside with a gentle self-reminder of the MC's loyalty to her.

Outside a relationship, Imka does feel envy, but its much easier for her to dismiss when she reminds herself that (Gifted or not) everyone is human with their own unique talents and flaws - as hidden as either may be. She's does constantly compare herself to others, but projects far more admiration than envy towards those around her.

Elouan

Elouan is considerate of the freedom and agency of his partner, yet old fears often rouse his jealous tendencies. He hasn't always been the most loyal partner, and his partners haven't always carried a care for loyalty themselves. With "love" being so utilitarian (and conditional) in the past, it's difficult for him to quiet his genuine worries of losing his partner to someone else when he feels so undeserving of their relationship.

He recognizes these fears to be rather irrational over time as the relationship is strengthened and reaffirmed, but he still cannot help the urge to remind those around him that he is very much taken . . . and, vice versa, so is his partner. A flirtatious MC wouldn’t bother him, that would be rather hypocritical of him, and he doesn’t want to hold a leash on their ability to express their freedom and affection.

What would bother him—what makes him jealous—would be the MC being (repeatedly) aversive or sly about mentioning their taken status around someone, acting in a way that won’t confirm (even if it doesn’t deny) that they very much have something with him. If they shirk his affection in certain company, ask to not use labels even when things have become serious between them, or toy with the idea of loosening the relationship once again then Elouan would feel his jealousy spark as a fleeting, clinging desire to not begin the slow, agonizing process of losing them once they have grown bored of him. A desperate, strangled, hope to lay some unearned claim on having them all to himself—of having the privilege to be their all, their everything and only. This form of jealousy would be more snarky in nature, cold and distant, as he becomes defensive towards what he figures will be an inevitable and approaching end to the dream this had all this far been.

Otherwise, jealousy for Elouan is light and more needy than he would ever dare confess. A byproduct of his desire for more attention as he wishes to be the center of his love’s universe as they are his. It’s not a sentiment to expect early-on.

Elouan’s jealousy typically tries to be casual. A passing comment on someone’s eye having yet to stray from the MC. A calm mention of how someone’s hand has lingered a bit too long on his partner than what should be appropriate. It’s might take the form of a backhanded compliment towards competition as well, though mostly if he knew it wouldn’t upset or embarrass the MC if he were to say it. It isn’t so strong, but it’s vagueness is still present enough to keep him a bit alert towards others around the MC if he senses certain intentions from them.

He would like to gift them material things to wear—jewelry most likely, but perhaps expensive clothing or other accessories as well—to constantly keep something attached to the thought of him with them at all times. Something that would inspire envy in others and, upon being asked, would prompt the MC to mention that it was given by their partner.

Outside a relationship, envy had been a near constant in his youth, especially as his heart become increasingly bitter towards those around him. Despite the enormous ego he built for himself over the years, there had been a never-ending need for comparison to another's ideal in his life—to pursue and capture that ideal in himself—as if that might compensate for the miserable roots he desperately tried to severe from himself. His time in the HAWKS, however, has led to him letting go of this familiar envious poison as he focuses instead upon defining a personal ideal based upon his own wants . . . though such wants are hard for him to identify beyond the shallow and desperate ambitions he held before.

Jae

She might put on a mock act of jealousy now and again, but genuine jealousy is a rare occurrence. Jae doesn’t want to chain down her partner, and certainly wouldn’t want to dictate (much less stress over) how they act towards others. Some friendly flirting or overly touchy encounters are no reason for her to needlessly panic when it’s just her partner having some fun and freedom.

That said, it's not as though she would entirely sit back if someone made repeated advances or expressed overly apparent interest in the MC once they are in an official relationship. She'd be extra affectionate with the MC whenever that challenger came around, loudly calling her partner pet names with a hand cupped around her mouth while angled in the pursuer's direction, to drive the 'hint' home. Otherwise, she might just personally confront the person if they kept on pestering the MC, holding back the need to laugh at their desperation while recognizing that, yeah, the MC is quite a big enough catch to not give up on so easily.

She would feel a foreign twinge of it if the MC simultaneously pursued and ultimately chose Niccolò, but she would get over it with enough time, distance, and return to friendship with the both of them since the MC was never really hers to begin with. The jealousy she does feel would be displayed through her avoidance of the couple's affection, like plugging in her ears and singing to herself while they mutter sweet nothings and pet names in the same room or feigning a gag whenever she sees them kiss as she bemoans about how sickeningly sweet they are - though it's all in good fun for her since she's happy that they're both happy, even if it sometimes hurts to see.

Outside a relationship, Jae doesn't often have the mind to be jealous of others. She's proud of who she is and isn't keen on shaming herself just because someone else is competent as something or another. She's spent so much of her life trying to contort herself to certain standards, to fit in, that she's lost pretty much all patience to keep doing so now - and that includes little patience for envying others when she can just keep on marching to the beat of her own drum.

Niccolò

One might be mistaken into thinking him entirely immune to jealousy since he rarely seems disturbed by things that might ignite that sentiment in others. He's rather easygoing, and doesn't care much to stress over how the MC likes to manage their relationships with others.

Niccolò’s jealousy would mostly be stirred by a lack of attention if the MC is more focused on dividing their focus onto others for long periods of time, dismissing his company to invest their time elsewhere. He would be rather passive about his frustration, huffing and avoiding eye contact as he busied himself to distract from the guilted loneliness he feels from this constant absence, and he would require some push to confess to what is bothering him. Give him at least thirty minutes of undivided attention / time in your company a day, and he'll be content.

That, or the MC "playing favorites" by declaring someone else their favorite this or that when he shares that dynamic / interest with them as well (ex. best friend, game partner, adventure buddy, etc.). It's a shallow jealousy, barely more than some pouting and insecure nervous glances as he asks if that's true, but he recovers quickly enough once he spins it all in his head as yet another unique quality / preference he gets to know about you - and maybe it'll allow him the opportunity to better understand and adapt to those preferences.

Outside a relationship, Niccolò's envy is near invisible, mostly focused on human experiences he cannot have for himself. Its falls as quickly as it rises, quickly forgotten as something else captures his attention. If left to reflect upon it, he would try to force himself to pretend it never arose in the first place due to how uncomfortable it makes him. These moments are not so uncommon, but time makes him an expert in covering them up unless he wishes them to be known. It's also a jealousy that would grow if he were to develop a romantic relationship with the MC as he becomes more aware of certain things he cannot provide when compared to other human companions.

Mutya

It likely depends on the person, or how much attention others are placing upon something "that she should start to worry about”.

Mutya doesn't like to be lead on, and so as long as there aren't any expectations of exclusivity she would dismiss any sense of jealousy with a huff, turned head, and crossed arms. It's not her place to chaperone the MC is they're just interested in "dating around" or "playing the field", even if she becomes hopelessly attached to the idea of something more serious as time passes (and such a desire for her is difficult to express).

She would be a bit pissed (and jealous) if the MC tried to profess something deeper or overly romantic like love or destiny if it was clear they were still interested in flirting around, but she'd bottle it up beneath a sneer. It's easier if she knows the MC is just a Casanova-type personality since she can just shrug it all aside as a fun pastime for them, but she does become a bit defensive if the MC is genuinely awestruck by someone else in a way that makes them flush or their heart race. She does not take kindly to people questioning the strength or longevity of her relationship with the MC either, though that would incite general anger rather than jealousy even if the comments came from some rival romantic interest.

She doesn't fear the MC doing anything behind her back, but she does have the potential to worry about them becoming curious of "trying things out with other people" if they're in a slump and someone (an old flame, a new fascination) happens to frequently catch the MC's eye. Thankfully, it's a worry she's quick to soothe when in a committed relationship with the MC as she has the confidence of them being able to push through anything together.

Imka is a unique exception since Mutya would become incredibly conflicted between protecting her sister-in-spirit from an MC entertaining multiple options at once and wanting Imka to have the kind of love she's always dreamed of . . . at the price of losing the MC for herself. It would be a jealousy that confuses, frustrates, and hurts her deeply as she fights to keep it contained within herself.

Outside a relationship, Mutya isn't immune to envy, but she isn't keen on it either. She does compare herself to others often ('if only she could be as strong as Boar, as openly kind as Imka, as visibly unbreakable as Kamiko, etc . . .') but she forces herself to avoid a spiral into constant self-doubt and useless pining for what others have. It's not a sentiment she likes to speak about, much less have pointed out by another, but it's not one she would outright deny possessing. Jealousy was a common enough trait thrown around between her numerous siblings (being jealous of or over one another, things such as favoritism or attention being sore points of contention at times) as so its become rather easy for her to forcefully bury it in her mind as a destructive hinderance.

Fyodor

He used to consider jealousy an ugly beast when in a relationship, but his mind (or rather, his heart) experiences a change when he starts to fall for Mockingbird. Fyodor is a bit strange in the sense that it is more appropriate to consider him . . . possessive(?) against another’s claim on the MC.

Fyodor will assert that the MC would never intentionally harm his trust in a way that would warrant jealousy . . . not unless he’s “earned” that pain, he thinks.

The MC could quite literally cheat on him in plain sight and he’ll place the blame everywhere but onto the MC—instead forcing it mostly onto the partner they chose to cheat with (for misleading / taking advantage of the MC's generous heart) and himself (for being incapable of providing enough to satisfy the MC who “must have felt forced” to stray elsewhere for their needs).

Truly, Fyodor would not be jealous per say as long as the MC were the sole instigator of making moves on another person, but he would be utterly heartbroken if he were forced to watch. It would be a solemn acceptance from him that perhaps it is all just fun to you, or something you need to do, and so he bites his tongue behind a grin for you—all while he vows to try and win your heart back from possibly straying from him. However, if the target of your flirtations genuinely returns your intentions or—far worse—your intimate touches then everything will go downhill very quickly as he becomes more physical about protecting what is his, likely forgetting his strength as he does so. He would stop and calm down at your word or touch, but he would be upset, regretful, and ashamed for many days for having reached that point.

Most of the time, a jealous Fyodor tries deterrence with his intimidating presence alone, perhaps leaning a heavy (and gripping) hand against the person making blatant advances before humming a few not-so-vague threats through a smile if they still don't take the hint. (His former profession has left him used to solving problems physically more so than with words.) In a post-marriage state of the relationship, however, Fyodor would likely try to stick to words alone unless the MC is touched in a way that makes them visibly uncomfortable by some pursuer since he has full confidence in their union at that point.

Really though, Fyodor might be dense to most flirting towards his partner if his partner isn't returning it, so he could also just end up happily watching the one-sided exchange as he assumes the MC is simply making a new friend—or joining in himself to agree with all the wonderful praise of his partner.

It should be noted as well that Fyodor doesn't bear jealousy towards whoever the MC names as a friend (or a "friend-in-the-making") since he considers it natural for friends to be very open with their affection and to have looser boundaries while still remaining platonic in nature. If anything, he would feel a little sad if the MC weren't able to reach that comfort level of abundant and free affection with their friends since it's something he so greatly appreciates with those close to him.

Ultimately, as his perceived soulmate, Fyodor believes the MC can do him no wrong when it comes to loyalty, but he still holds doubts about the intentions of others towards his (very desirable) MC.

Outside a relationship, Fyodor's sentiments of envy are more so wistful longings of something similar for himself. Less so “I want that and this, it should be mine and I deserve it more” and more so “It would be nice to have this or that, if only I could be as [insert trait here] as them”. Like how seeing a happy family causes him to smile and daydream about a similar life for himself—either as the father of that family or the child who could have been raised in it—or perceiving someone he sees as better than him as an aspiration rather than a barrier.

More bitter forms of envy simply burn him with a horrible shame, and he tries to swallow it down beneath a smile . . . even if it’s sometimes hard to subdue. Besides, when Fyodor perceives nearly everyone as being greater or better than him, it becomes such a constant sentiment that its low hum in his heart is reduced to a quiet fixture that earns attention only when called out by another.

[katherinevalo]

extra dose of screenshots! just to make sure i don't forget why i made them because as you probably noticed the last batch didn't have many thoughts XD

we are going over eps 22 and 23, eventful eps if i may say so myself

1 - "what is personal space?" god i love how close zishu stands like, he could absolutely stand a little further and still block wkx, but instead he is almost bumping into his chest. seriously it gives me pure joy looking at them

2 - a beautiful scenery with our beautiful ah-xu. *sigh~ took that ss to potentially use it as my desktop wallpaper, because (i had this convo on discord) i can't use proper fandom wallpaper since i use my laptop at lectures.

3 - unwelcomed guest interjects. shenshen seriously, why didn't you just stay inside?

4 - i will never stop being in love with this scene. i love how zishu helps him to lay down safely. tho i gotta say that the ss doesn't do it justice and you simply must watch the original scene

5 - fierce look while protecting his shidi (look idk why my laptop doesn't have the holding back tears emoji, but if it did i'd have used it here)

6 - i said this before and i will say this again, but this is some proper spirk handholding right there uwu

7 - back to our regularly scheduled "heartbreaking expressions of wkx"

8 - look at cao weining! look at his silly happy face! what a sweet child! don't we all wish we had someone like that in our lives-- *sobs~

9 - i know OUCH but also i love this subtle way to remind us of the reality of things (i always appreciate when writers don't underestimate the audience's intelligence by overexplaining and this is the perfect example of how to remind us without doing that). ALSO the panic on ah-xu's face. also, i have a whole thing here, because a discord friend said that ah-xu here was trying to hide the symptoms which i don't fullly agree with. i think that it was sort of aha! moment for ah-xu when he realized how bad it has gotten. because when you live with declining senses they decline gradually and you barely notice (but then there is something that you kinda punches you and you realized how much your senses have declined - tho i'm milking this from my experience of worsening sight and can't really speak for taste) tho imo for tastes and smells of familiar things (like liquor here) your brain would sort supply what it remembers them to be like. so to cut it short, i think it's also that kind of a moment for ah-xu

[pristina-nomine]

Lila Cerullo for the character ask if you want to answer!

Oh gosh, Lila!! I'm genuinely nervous at having to tackle such a complex character with my silly answers aha. Ok, let's go (beware, spoilers of the last book):

Favorite thing about them: I really can't say it without sounding a bit saccarine, but she's so alive. A real living breathing person whose pictures could actually be found in some dusty photo album. I clearly remember the feeling of void everytime Lenù cuts ties with her and she disappears from the narrative.

Least favorite thing about them: I mean, it frustrates me that we'll never know where she's gone aha but also, like, that's the whole point, isn't it?

(not putting the three things in common/not in common because they'd be either too vague or extremely specific)

Favorite line: "Ognuno si racconta la vita come gli fa più comodo" ("everyone talks themselves into a life that suits them best"). Ouch. Also her whole recounting of don Achille's murder when she's a child, straight-up magical realism.

brOTP: I like the fondness between her and Rino as children, it's really moving

OTP: I mean, the obvious answer is Enzo, right?

....and of course I could have said Lenù for both of these. I still don't have a real opinion about what it's going on between them, I definitely should reread the books

nOTP: so while looking for the favorite picture I stumbled upon a fanvideo of her and Stefano. What the heck. Same goes for Marcello Solara.

Random headcanon: not really an headcanon, but I can't shake the feeling that she brought the dolls at Lenù's home by herself (maybe it's something that Lenù says in the book actually? I can't remember now)

Unpopular opinion: If I hear/read someone else say that she's bad and evil and Pietro was 100% right about her...

Song i associate with them: I stole it from you, actually! but Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands by Joan Baez

Favorite picture of them: the *iconic* self-portrait as pictured in the tv series

[pinkspiraling]

idk about y’all but i am feeling like a shitty person ha aha ouch fuck

[tacomanarrows]

can wilkołak slide on its scale plates on his legs (like baseball) or would that ouch? also, bloodbending?

They're fixed to/part of its legs so he can't move them, but they're flexible enough to where he can still like, bend its legs and stuff lol

As for bloodbending, maybe that's something he could do, but that's not rlly something I see him doing personally. I also don't rlly know anything abt that or anything else from Avatar since I've never watched that show aha. His hyrdokinetic abilities are actually a carry-over from the original design/character I redesigned him from! It used to be an old Wings of Fire fantribe OC of mine named Galeforce!

[ain]

i do be like . *looks at people's blog and feels bad*

[makeyouleave]

oof ive been ignoring my best friend all day bc he’s been hanging out with my fp n i finally messaged him what’s up and he immediately responds with ‘been hanging out with [name of my fp] all day i got in at 11 it was amazing’ like,,,, i love him so so much but he’s the best at hurting me accidentally smh