ticking crocodile

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ask-sir-crocodile IS HAVING A PARTY!!!!!! YES HES GOT A SHINY NEW BOAT AND HES HAVING THIS PARTY!!!

I HATE CROC BUT A PARTY USUALLY MEANS LOTS OF MEAT

SO I WANNA GO!!!!

SO WHATS IT GUNNA BE CROC??!

Hook smiled on them with his teeth closed, and took a step toward Wendy. His intention was to turn her face so that she should see the boys walking the plank one by one. But he never reached her, he never heard the cry of anguish he hoped to wring from her. He heard something else instead.
It was the terrible tick-tick of the crocodile.
—  J. M. Barrie - Peter Pan
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23, 24, 25 & 26th of July - a drawing a day

advanced addition to the introvert collection / overgrowing freckles in the overgrowing garden / Peter Pan themes at ‘work’, cardboard ticking crocodiles and I’m crossing my fingers for a thimbled heart and a trip to never land (have slept with my window ajar since childhood) / 5-year-old Jack’s (aptly named) drawing of a sinking titanic / spelling of meanwhile/meenwile made my little heart ache

can i request an imagine where the reader is very modern and is bought to Neverland and when she’s there, she’s very witty and sarcastic and tends to catch peter off guard because her sass is very reasonable… idk if that made sense lmao .. anyways ily xx

Sure thing love!!! This is my first request so I hope ya’ll like it!!! 

Originally posted by darkpeterpanouat

You landed on the sandy shores of the Neverland Island. You were in the middle of updating your Facebook when a gust of wind blew your bedroom window open. Of course, being the curious girl you were, you went over to the window only to be dragged out of your home and flown across the New York City Skyline. 

You quickly dusted yourself off and grabbed your phone from out of your jeans pocket. It was nighttime on the island and you could barely see where you were. The only light came from the crescent moon which rose high above the trees. The stars itself were barely visible as the clouds appeared to be taking over the night sky. Still, you looked around aimlessly at the land before you. 

“Hello.” A mysterious voice called to you from behind.

You whipped your head around, startled by the fact that you were no longer alone. A boy around your age stood in front of you. He was dressed in a mossy green and brown shirt. His hair was light brown and was swept to the side revealing his emerald green eyes.

“And what are you suppose to be?” You said looking at the boy from head to toe.”An elf of some sort?”

He laughed at your accusation and shook his head no. “No. I’m not an elf. My name is Peter, Peter Pan.”

You looked at him for a split second trying to grasp what he said then burst out laughing. “Peter Pan? Are you serious right now?” you continued to laugh as Peter’s eyes darkened. 

“If you’re Peter Pan than I’m the ticking crocodile cause you’re currently wasting my time.” You said turning your back to him. “Seriously, I feel like I am being punk’d or something. You’re not real.”

Peter grabbed your wrist turning you around. His eyes were still dark but he held his poise when speaking back to you.

“What makes you think that I’m not real?”

You rolled your eyes, “Clearly you’ve never heard of Disney. Besides, I think I like that version of you better than this one.”

“I’m curious,” Said Pan taking a step closer towards you, “What was so much better about this Disney Pan, when the real one is right here, standing in front of you?”

You smiled at him, trying not to let your own personal guard down. “Well first of all he’s got my more of an edge than you!”

Pan  looked at you wide eyed, his lips curved into a smile as you began taking baby steps towards him. “Oh is that right?” 

“Yes! Also, he isn’t as forceful as you!” You snarled at him seeing that his hand was still forcefully holding your wrist. 

There was a moment of silence that fell between the two of you. Peter then gave you a cheeky smile as he circled around you, looking at you from head to toe. “So you obviously know who I am, but you never mentioned your name.”

“Yeah, I know. There’s a reason for that.” You said tediously. “For all I know you could be some weird baby faced rapist. And you say your Peter Pan but you never shown me you could fly.”

Peter laughed and carefully grabbed your hand. You tried your hardest not to blush so you looked away. There was some sort of magical aura you got when just being around Pan. Peter cupped your chin and looked deeply into your beautiful E/c eyes. Peter couldn’t help but smile at you, for you were different from anyone he has met on this island. In fact, he quite enjoyed your witty and sarcastic remarks. 

“Perhaps if you stay awhile I could teach you to fly.” He said leaning in closer to you. 

You were surprised at how close he got to you. But oh, how you loved a good challenge yourself. You pushed him back a little and chuckled to yourself. “It’s not that hard, all you need is faith, trust and Pixie Dust.” 

He was baffled at how much you knew about his world let alone the Pixie Dust. “Yes, that is true. But you’re forgetting one major ingredient love.”

His smile was contagious. 

“And what might that be?” 

He wrapped his hand tighter around yours pulling you back into him. “You have to believe.” he whispered softly in your ear. 

You couldn’t help but laugh as you stared into those green eyes. “And if I don’t?” You whispered back.

Pan looked down and smiled, then once again, his eyes met yours. A soft wind blew against your face and within that moment you realized that both you and Pan were soaring high above the clouds. The cool night air brushed your hair back. To be quite honest you were scared and you gripped on to Pan for dear life. He took flew you around the entire island pointing out the echo caves, and Skull Rock. It was like out of a dream. You couldn’t help but feel overjoyed by this feeling. 

Pan then landed on a near by tree setting you down gently. His movements were quick and swift. He sat down beside you and watched you with pure satisfaction. The tree you sat on showed a good view of the island and you couldn’t help but be in awe. It was like out of a fairytale. Your gaze drifted over to the boy who’s eyes were already set on you. You blushed. 

“Do you believe me now?” He whispered.

You shrugged your shoulders, “Eh I suppose…”

Peter rolled his eyes at you and got up from his spot. “What else do I have to do to get you to believe? I took you around my island, showed you that I could fly, what more is there?” His voice shook the tree. 

You were baffled by his sudden outburst. A quick smile slowly appeared on your face. “You tell me.” 

Pan looked at you his eyes now becoming softer than they once were. He then smiled at you and took you by the hand. “Come on lass,” he said with a soft voice, “Let’s play!”


You can request your own imagine here!

(5x10 Spoilers!) I don’t think Hook going after Rumple now is OOC because Hook was obsessed with revenge against Rumple for hundreds of years (plus the last time Hook and Rumple crossed paths Rumple ripped his heart out and tried to monologue him to death). If you could get something you used to want really badly, wouldn’t you do it even if you didn’t need it like you used to?

I think Hook’s mental processes have gone something like this:

  • Years 1-30: PAPA? BROTHER! SAILOR SAILOR SAILOR NOOOO, BROTHER! YES PIRATE!
  • Years 30-3X: PIRATE PIRATE PIRATE MILAH NOOOO, CROCODILE!
  • Years 3X-100: REVENGE REVENGE REVENGE NEVERLAND
  • Years 100-200: ESCAPE NEVERLAND THEN REVENGE REVENGE REVENGE
  • S2: REVENGE REVENGE MILLS WOMEN BEING MEAN REVENGE A SWAN? A SWAN! BUT FIRST REVENGE! OW OW OW REVENGE? NO–SWAN!
  • S3: BLOODY HELL NEVERLAND AGAIN HELP SWAN FIND SWAN AVOID SWAN TIME TRAVELING SWAN SMOOCH SWAN
  • S4: DATE SWAN PLUS REVENGE? MISTAKE MISTAKE MISTAKE THANK YOU BELLE HELP SWAN HELP AU SWAN NOOOOO! SWAN
  • S5: DARK SWAN SAVE SWAN SMOOCH SWAN DIE FOR SWAN? BAD SWAN!
  • DO!Hook:  … REVENGE?

I think DO!Hook really wants to tick the “stab a Crocodile” box on the bucket list he’s had in his vest pocket for 200 years. Dark Ones seem keen on the whole vengeance thing in general.

Separate Lives, Heart Ripper

You might remember this from the epilogue:

And he kept his promise, with one exception. Just one exception to finally close that chapter from his past that had haunted him for centuries. But it was done and dealt with and he was back at her side, ready for the next doctor’s appointment.

A couple of you asked about it… and yes, I’ve always planned to expand on that…. so here it is!

Enjoy!!

Heart Ripper

“Captain? There’s someone from Boston Police Department calling from you.”

Killian automatically sat upright on his office, his heart sinking.

“Aye, put it through…”

“Killian, it’s Tom Cavendish. First, congrats on the promotion.”

“Thanks Tom, how are things over there?”

“Not so good, I am afraid… I’m calling regarding that case you asked me to keep an eye on for you. There had been recent developments…”

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Did you know that the theme for the ticking crocodile in Peter Pan was just an instrumentation of a kind of awesome lyrical song.

I am laughing so hard

Ok I am going to gush just a little bit more and then I will go to bed. I just want to get all my pleased feelings out now in case whatever happens next ruins them.

Just… this was my ideal development or Tavros for so many reasons. It mimics the Summoner’s accomplishment - the Summoner also led a rebellion and formed an army (and killed Mindfang… although I hope Tavros has kept his more pacifist view, since that is part of what makes him him and part of his defiance of Alternian culture). His role as leader of the lost children who will never grow up is a Peter/Pupa Pan parallel. Earlier, he tried to unhealthily mimic Vriska and her methods to gain self-confidence, but now he’s doing what she did and doing it better and kinder - leading through friendship and free will. (At least I assume so. I wonder if they’re even an army now. If Tavros is in charge, it might be the ghost band or ghost group.) It’s a logical accomplishment for a Page of Breath, since Breath involves inspiration, inertia, communication, motion, and spirit, and I assume Pages can provide and rally through that providing as everyone comes to bask in their aura of fulfilled Page-ness. It’s sweet delicious payback because Vriska failed to do this half as well through trickery and abuse of power, and this Tavros is far less likely to take her abuse lying down. If she wants the aid of his army, she’ll have to swallow her pride (I hope, anyway) and maybe learn a thing or two, if retcon Vriska is even capable of learning lessons anymore. I’m not sure. She may be loster than the lost kids now, the Hook with the green ticking crocodile on her tail.  

There are so many ways this could go wrong. But for now… I’m holding onto the hope that it might go right.