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what she loved most about peter was not his face or the way he laughed, or even the magic that took shape everywhere he wandered. to her, he was a book and every page of him that she turned held some new, unexpected twist. it was impossible to decipher the riddle of words that shaped this unreadable boy, making him all the more interesting. yet, no matter the downward spiral his story took her on, she could never bring herself to hate to it, to hate him. this made everything else ( her choler, melancholy, confusion ) all the worse, as if any feeling other than glee should be followed by guilt.

wendy tilted her head ever so slightly, watching from the corners of her peripheral as he inched forward. still, she stayed resolute, refusing to crumble under his grand performance of emotion.     " you've forgotten ? how lucky you are, to forget things so easily. "     ‘YOU MUST REMEMBER', she’d yelled so many times before. her brothers had forgotten everything, as did the ( first ) lost boys. peter, too, would forget things all the time, or at least pretend to. everyone else forgot whilst she was burdened with the blessing of remembrance. it wasn’t fair. even the memories she had been graced to ‘forget’ still lived deep in her mind, shrouded by thin fog. they lived in her bones and were etched into her muscle, never fully gone. never really forgotten.

finally turning, she faced him fully, yet azure irises did not fully meet his of clover green. seeing that sadness swimming in his eyes ( even if it was just a facade ) would be enough, and, just like that, his head would be rested in her lap, the darling’s temper snuffed out. a light hand would smooth over his mess of curls whilst she strung together some stupidly sweet story to make up for such rude behavior. still, sometimes, the girl couldn’t decide if peter enjoyed their conflict as much as he did the pleasantries. even without intention, it seemed too easy to upset him. a fallen tear, an innocent question, an old coat. the boy was a bomb, tick tick ticking away in search of anything to set it off. the eruptions were not cause for fear as much as the underlying certainty ( a voice in the back of her mind, a feeling in the pit of her stomach ) that something worse lurked under the rage. 

“ what did you do ? well, nothing at all. you never do anything wrong, peter. yet, that night, all those apologies . . . so many sorries i couldn't even count. “     softness hardened, honeysuckle words replaced by bitter firmness. his temper need not be tip-toed around, nor was he a child deserving of her coddling. wendy didn’t want to be his mother any longer, the game had tired.     “ tell me, peter, what could you possibly be so sorry for ? “     was it for sending me away, or waiting until i'd become old and boring before coming back, was what she didn’t ask, settling for a bothered sigh.      “ maybe you were sorry for grabbing at me, but, then again, you never actually bothered to apologize for that. "     an accusing finger flicked towards the fading dash that marred red cheeks. in the split second taken to snatch her face, muzzling her mouth and stealing her breath, wendy had been convinced he’d intended to fly them back to london as cruel punishment for acting too grownup, a terror that followed her to this very moment.

" oh, and the gall to dare say that i’m yours ! "     a dry laugh followed the recollection. her apprehension at upsetting him, the fear that he could so swiftly steal everything back, slowly shriveled up. the girl was empowered by righteous anger, something that had been festering in the hollow of her being for months, possibly years.     “ what a mean thing to say ! you can’t just throw me away to the ‘other place’ to then claim me as yours. what about me ? i survived the other place all on my own. not once did i forget neverland but, now, it's like i grew too big to fit here at all. i think i've been so terribly cross at you because, well . . . because you took too long and i grew too big. “    she fought back hot, angry tears. this boy utterly confused her, a quality she’d once found endearing or fascinating. now, it was only cause for upset.     “ i did everything to come back. i was so good, peter ! " 

crawling forward, the girl gingerly took peter’s hands in hers. brushing his knuckles with feathery lightness, outlining their roughness with the soft pads of her fingertips ( wondering how they weren’t littered with scars from his years of play ), she held them close, just over her chest as if he’d reach out and take hold of her heart.     " i'm sorry, too, that i grew up at all. really, truly, i am. i couldn’t help it, but i won’t anymore. not even an inch. "     her smile seemed sweet, but the tenderness did not last. mania made a home in the well of her eyes, as wild as the anxiety rooting itself in her head. her grip tightened with the strength of a starved snake, coiling and entrapping him in her embrace. a grip so tight that, without meaning to, the curves of her nails began to dig deep into his calloused palms.     " but you can’t frighten me into behaving ! i won’t let you. i’m not a child anymore, i can’t be spooked by bogeys or monsters. and i won’t be banished, not again. not ever. "     after that night, the faintest of memories had begun to clear past the fog of her mind. however, she'd decided it was nicer to forget. wendy couldn't remember everything from over the years, but she remembered the feelings, and remembering only hurt.

omg I’m swooning over my tattoo artist 😭

Thoughts of a newly resurrected girl

You know what I realize that people underestimate with Pride & Prejudice is the strategic importance of Jane.

Because like, I recently saw Charlotte and Elizabeth contrasted as the former being pragmatic and the latter holding out for a love match, because she's younger and prettier and thinks she can afford it, and that is very much not what's happening.

The Charlotte take is correct, but the Elizabeth is all wrong. Lizzie doesn't insist on a love match. That's serendipitous and rather unexpected. She wants, exactly as Mr. Bennet says, someone she can respect. Contempt won't do. Mr. Bennet puts it in weirdly sexist terms like he's trying to avoid acknowledging what he did to himself by marrying a self-absorbed idiot, but it's still true. That's what Elizabeth is shooting for: a marriage that won't make her unhappy.

She's grown up watching how miserable her parents make one another; she's not willing to sign up for a lifetime of being bitter and lonely in her own home.

I think she is very aware, in refusing Mr. Collins, that it's reasonably unlikely that anyone she actually respects is going to want her, with her few accomplishments and her lack of property. That she is turning down security and the chance keep the house she grew up in, and all she gets in return may be spinsterhood.

But, crucially, she has absolute faith in Jane.

The bit about teaching Jane's daughters to embroider badly? That's a joke, but it's also a serious potential life plan. Jane is the best creature in the world, and a beauty; there's no chance at all she won't get married to someone worthwhile.

(Bingley mucks this up by breaking Jane's heart, but her prospects remain reasonable if their mother would lay off!)

And if Elizabeth can't replicate that feat, then there's also no doubt in her mind that Jane will let her live in her house as a dependent as long as she likes, and never let it be made shameful or awful to be that impoverished spinster aunt. It will be okay never to be married at all, because she has her sister, whom she trusts absolutely to succeed and to protect her.

And if something eventually happens to Jane's family and they can't keep her anymore, she can throw herself upon the mercy of the Gardeners, who have money and like her very much, and are likewise good people. She has a support network--not a perfect or impregnable one, but it exists. It gives her realistic options.

Spinsterhood was a very dangerous choice; there are reasons you would go to considerable lengths not to risk it.

But Elizabeth has Jane, and her pride, and an understanding of what marrying someone who will make you miserable costs.

That's part of the thesis of the book, I would say! Recurring Austen thought. How important it is not to marry someone who will make you, specifically, unhappy.

She would rather be a dependent of people she likes and trusts than of someone she doesn't, even if the latter is formally considered more secure; she would rather live in a happy, reasonable household as an extra than be the mistress of her own home, but that home is full of Mr. Collins and her mother.

This is a calculation she's making consciously! She's not counting on a better marriage coming along. She just feels the most likely bad outcome from refusing Mr. Collins is still much better than the certain outcome of accepting him. Which is being stuck with Mr. Collins forever.

Elizabeth is also being pragmatic. Austen also endorses her choice, for the person she is and the concerns she has. She's just picking different trade-offs than Charlotte.

Elizabeth's flaw is not in her own priorities; she doesn't make a reckless choice and get lucky. But in being unable to accept that Charlotte's are different, and it doesn't mean there's anything wrong with Charlotte.

Because realistically, when your marriage is your whole family and career forever, and you only get to pick the ones that offer themselves to you, when you are legally bound to the status of dependent, you're always going to be making some trade-offs.

😂 Even the unrealistically ideal dream scenario of wealthy handsome clever ethical Mr. Darcy still asks you to undergo personal growth, accommodate someone else's communication style, and eat a little crow.

She's got big dreams

been thinking about the sinnohtrio lately......plus misc other stuff

also, casual ko-fi drop!! get something in this sketchy style starting at $10 woop woop

another scene from my most recent chap that i had to draw, bc i love the mulan trope😩💕 fight your gf man-to-man, seb🤺

laments

cassie but what if that silly bunny got a hold of her

running around in circles. nimona and ballister. do you get it. she wakes up from a nightmare and immediately calms down when he comforts her because she trusts him. he quite literally jumps off a balcony because he knows she’ll catch him. she tells him what shapeshifting feels like. lets him bandage her leg. he’s absolutely overjoyed when he sees her again at the end. he goes from rejecting her to accepting her to begging her to come back to rejoicing when she does. not only does she come back to life but she comes back to HIM. to her HOME. SHE FINDS HIM AGAIN IN ANOTHER LIFETIME. SHE GOES BACK TO HIM ON PURPOSE. DO YOU GET IT.

now, listen........................

Sometimes a friend group consists of a girl hyperfixated on letting her pets beat up yours, a nerd who embezzles government funds, Schrödinger's daddy issues, and an onion-looking wet cat incarnate, and I find that beautiful

how about that uhhhhh Fantasy Julie. she gets her sword <3 no one can take it from her <3

rambles:

SIKE you get an extra, lower quality doodle

SIKE AGAIN here's the rambles

yeah... i caved and gave her a tail... I'm Not Sorry! it's cute! i wanted to stick with her sorta flower motif - it's stronger in her princess look, since I imagine that when she was part of the royals she was very blatantly flower power based. it was her Thing!

but a Julie free of her noble shackles... she deserves her big sword. like yeah, she has flower magic, but who needs it when she has a Giant Blade??? on the royalty vein, and if we're classifying "rainbow monster" as a species, i feel like horn size/curve would be a status symbol of some kind. maybe Julie would have kept her horns filed short. but if she ran away from that life... longer horns! i like to imagine that they'll keep growing until she has a pair of Extra Weapons attached to her head! curved forward like mammoth tusks maybe!

i imagine that like Frank, she goes with minimal armor - range of movement over protection, yk? some scale mail over her front, a thick leather flower over her chest w/ scalloped leather pauldrons, wrist armor and metal knuckles! i'd think that the faux-suspenders include a back sheath for her sword... i wish i'd thought of that Before i finished the little ref! i don't feel like going back and editing!

i imagine that she was forced to cut her hair when it got caught in something (a gelatinous cube, mayhaps). it didn't look good! don't let anime and Mulan fool you! cutting your own hair with a blade will not look nice! but someone - Eddie, probably, he's good with scissors i'd assume - cleaned it up for her. and hey, it didn't look bad! plus, Julie probably liked being able to just tuck up her long strands into her hat when she's feeling a bit more like a Julius than a Julie!

it's been a fun challenge transforming their canon outfits into a similar variation with fantasy flavoring and twists! i want them to suit the setting but still maintain Themselves! Julie's was tough i gotta admit. i was messing around with the princess look and the fighter look side-by-side. it worked better when i sat back and thought "fighter Julie is Julie unrestrained. that version would be more aligned with her canon look"

i wanted her princess form to look Restrained! she has to be a ~delicate flower~, a noble woman, pristine and poised and very much a princess. soft colors, poofy clothing, bright white gloves that are not to be sullied. carefully bundled up hair! jewelry! that dress must be Heavy and hard to move in! her tail must be so cramped under there!

but Julie Unleashed? violent pinks! rose gold accents! short skirt so that she can sprint and Kick! fun boots that she can be active in and delight in watching them get dirty! her hair is free to whip in the wind and get caught in things! fun straps and Deadly Accessories! a sword that she stole from the royal armory on her way out the window! she has forearm wraps both to match Frank and to support her wrists!

modern au and esen’s honkers are haunting the instagram feed

You know I am surprise Sebek that is never jealous to anyone who is close to Yuu. It is a boys school and I can imagine some have crushes on her.