#Disney Retelling
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sapphirelightningbug · 5 months ago
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Soooo I’m planning after Love, Actually, (happy chapter 2 release day!!!) and my next fic 🐕❄️ to start making a Disney Princess Retelling with HOTD characters and these are the ones I'm planning on doing, this should be coming out Late February/Early March
NOTE: FROZEN IS CREGAN STARK X READER X JACAERYS NOT AEGON
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jknerd · 3 months ago
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Drew this while I listened to the music: https://youtu.be/doexKlTLVj0?si=vztwjk8jbcRFAhR6
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imhereformysciencefriends · 2 months ago
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Gaston is honestly the easiest Disney villain to do a Wicked-style perspective retelling of, imho. Like,
You are stupid, and you are arrogant, but your arrogance is not necessarily ill-earned. Your town might be a pretty damn small pond, but you are undoubtedly the biggest fish in it. You excel at all the masculine pastimes you pursue, you are well renowned amongst your peers, and you have multiple examples of women fawning over you.
You are attracted to the most beautiful woman in town. Of course you are. You are a simple man of simple wants, and although she is weird and bookish, she is uncontestedly the most beautiful fish in your small, small pond.
So you attempt to woo her. You flatter her with compliments that would be well received by any woman in your town that was not weird and bookish. But she is, so she does not enjoy your compliments. You spin a tale of a future that all your contemporaries would consider simple and idyllic, well regarded amongst the values of your time period. But she is a strange and funny girl, that Belle, so she does not want what you have been raised to believe that all people would want for their futures. When she rejects you, your feelings, ego, and the bottom of your chin are all bruised. 
So you have a sulk in the tavern about it. Softer souls than yours have nursed a broken heart over some ale and a game of darts, and your companions, your peers, your friends, all remind you of how highly they regard you, of how you have a whole community of people who know you, love you, admire you, and while the most beautiful girl in town may have rejected you, there are still plenty of women who are quite beautiful in their own right who do share your values and aspirations for the future. You are roused by their affection, and your spirits are once again high.
A while later, the father of the woman who rejected you bursts into the tavern, clearly unwell. He’s babbling, out of breath and talking fast, spinning wild tales of cursed castles, demonic furniture that moves on its own, and a terrible, lumbering beast that took him prisoner and, as the cost for his release, now holds his daughter imprisoned.
So you get in contact with the best option for medical treatment of your era. Your era will not be remembered kindly for its treatment of mentally unwell patients, but that will be then, and this is now, and so you arrange the best medical care that you have access to for him, and then organize a rescue mission. She broke your heart, but she is still a member of your community, reclusive and strange as she is, and as a member of your community it is naturally the responsibility of you and the townsfolk to go save her. Whether or not the beast is real, her father’s fear for her safety certainly is, and the fact that she did not come home with him is evidence enough.
But then she’s there! And she is also raving, she pulls a mirror from her bag to show you that the beast is actually a good person, but what she shows you is no simple man. There really is a beast. It is horrible, groaning, roaring, with giant fangs, horns protruding from its fur, muscles on its torso well beyond what even you, with a lifetime of dedication, have built and what’s worst of all—its eyes. There is something intelligent in those eyes. Something that scares you.
Clearly, entering that castle drives folks mad, because the next thing she tells you is that this beast, this thing, is not only a good man, but a man she has fallen in love with. You are not a smart man. You do not even know where to begin with that. But you do know hunting. You do know your townsfolk. And you do know that that beast cannot be left alone to continue capturing and terrorizing members of your community. Two good people have already been driven mad by whatever conspires inside its haunted home, and that is two too many. You rally your people. You have a beast to hunt. 
Like, we dislike Gaston because he’s an asshole, but you can very easily make and follow a logic trail for him that paints him as mostly-average and entirely reasonable. 
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thatpunkmaximoff · 1 month ago
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Story Rating: 5/5 Stars Spice Level: 3/5 Peppers
Book two of four; In this book, we learn more about the characters- where they come from and their family connections. We also finally get to meet Hook and are teased about a future character that everyone seems to be terrified of.
Winnie, who is slowly finding her footing in Neverland, proves to be one of my favorite female characters I’ve read about. She’s not this all-powerful character, but she’s doing her best to hold herself together and prove herself to the boys. Although with the cliffhanger the book ends on, I have a feeling the next one is going to be very interesting.
If you love dark fantasy romance, you’ll love this series, I think. The story keeps you on the edge of your seat and anxious to get to the next page.
* Well, fuck. Peter’s shadow disappeared into Hook’s territory.
* So the two shadows are life and death, and the death shadow just fucking sliced Bash’s throat?! Wtf.
* Lost girls end up in the loft. Vane warns Peter not to do anything because Winnie will be pissed.
* Lol Winnie ran and mauled an unsuspecting Lost Boy. Peter is not happy.
* Damn. Peter really made her their whore and promised he will touch no other. She tried to blow Vane, but he refused. When she continued, he attacked..?
* Vane’s shadow takes over and he nearly kills Peter. Winnie gets him to snap out of it by accidentally stepping on a piece of glass. She ignores the pain but Vane sees the blood and takes control once more. He’s mad at her and leaves.
* So Vane can’t control his shadow because it wants to return to its land. He can give it up, but then Peter wants him to claim neverland’s death shadow. He refuses. Peter wants to call in Vane’s brother, he says no. Peter admits Wendy Darling never went back to the mortal realm, she’s in Everland and Vane’s brother wants her..? Vane and Peter are worried the twins might turn on them.
* Cherry is gonna be a problem when Vane finally gives in to Winnie. Calling it rn.
* Well, shit. Cherry is Hook’s sister.
* Yep. Definitely a problem. She doesn’t want Vane to want Winnie. This is not good.
* Oh fuck. Vane asked Hook permission for Peter to enter his territory to look for a lost Lost Boy. If he agrees, he gets his sister back and Cherry is not happy. Hook somehow knows the real reason Peter wants to enter his land and directs his men to look for Peter’s shadow. He intends to claim it for himself.
* Winnie plans to give Vane the cold shoulder so he’ll want her lol.
* Well fuck you, Tilly. I hope your brothers kill you.
* Vines are not supposed to do THAT! Lmao. And now she’s sitting on Bash’s face.
* Kas comes to the realization that he will choose Winnie over his sister, the court, AND his wings.
* Fucking finally! It’s about time you gave in, Vane. Even if you almost lost your shit and killed Winnie lol.
* If Cherry claims the death shadow in her room, I’m gonna be so fucking pissed. Don’t reward the pathetic girl.
* Everyone is making promises. One is bound to break.
* Fuck. Hook caught Peter’s shadow. Dude just can’t catch a break.
* Fuck you, Tilly. Attacking Pan and Winnie and your brothers.
* Fuck you too, Cherry. You’re seriously hoping the death shadow will kill Winnie? I hope the death shadow lets Winnie claim it. Fuck everyone.
* Anahahahaha. Holy fuck! The shadow claimed Winnie!!!!
* I have a feeling a person has to have been through some shit for the death shadow to let them claim it. We all know Winnie has been broken over and over, and Vane seems like he’s been broken in the past. I can’t wait to see this play out.
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lee-noma · 6 months ago
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Cruella De Vil: House of De Vil
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storyteller7000 · 8 months ago
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Saw the trailer for Snow White March 2025.... I'm not that enthusiastic... But I got inspired for bit. Which was nice since I'm dealing with a lot of stuff right now. Trying to keep myself mentally afloat... Glad to have family, friends and three fluffy buns. Was also reminded of WhiteFangKakashi300's take on it from devinatart:
https://www.deviantart.com/whitefangkakashi300/art/One-Song-978520230
Thought it be interesting if we see through Prince Charming's eyes. Though tripping on a rock, facing a bear who is not happy wearing the prince's hat and wondering if this is "how his life is going to end" was not what he had in mind when he decided to look for Snow White...
Sorry, this is as far as I got... ^^'
Walt Disney's Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs - Prince Charming
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i-am-drowning222 · 1 year ago
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chapter one of this drowning kingdom
The water ran thick with blood.
And as Ariel wrenched the coral dagger from the rebel’s heart, she wished it was her blood that was swirling around her, making its way up her nose. It was an effort to keep the stoic mask in check was her aunt watched on, unimpressed, as she killed the last of the rebels that had been spreading rumors of an uprising in the underwater kingdom of Atlantica. His corpse floated slowly to the sea floor, blood streaming from his chest and mixing with the salty ocean water.
Somewhere in the crowd, a child was crying. Ariel wondered if the rebel was a brother, a father, an uncle—or if was simply the execution itself that had set the child off.
Ariel’s own sister was as stoic as she was from where she watched, her aunt keeping a tight grip on her shoulder. Ursula’s cruel, unforgiving gaze roved over the crowd, and Ariel turned toward her. She couldn’t help but glance at the Trident in her aunt’s hand—her father’s Trident, that should have gone to her when he’d died. Its three prongs, golden and deadly, seemed to glow when Ursula gripped it, but the glow was dim, not as bright as when her father had held the Trident. 
But she’d been staring for too long; Ariel forced herself to tear her gaze up to her aunt. 
Ursula hardly noticed her as she swam forward to address the crowd. 
“Twenty-three rebels in this area were spreading harmful rumors that jeopardized the safety of my citizens.”
Ursula paused, awaiting the crowd’s reaction. There was none.
“Thankfully for us, our Huntress was able to put a stop to these movements and secure the safety of Atlantica once and for all.”
Ariel tuned her aunt out, studying the crowd instead. Most of their eyes were wide; the Sea Queen hardly ventured out to put a stop to rebel forces, but this town was close enough to the capital that she’d been sure to make a public appearance. To appease the people’s worries, was what she’d said to her advisors. She’d failed to mention that she herself was at the root of those worries. 
In fact, most of the merfolk in the crowd were looking up, down, anywhere but at Ursula for fear of getting arrested—or killed. But some of the braver merfolk didn’t bother masking their disgust as they stared at the Queen, and it was an effort to keep her face blank when Ariel realized that some were glaring at her. 
Yes, there had been friends of the rebels in this crowd—and she had just killed them all, right in front of them. She deserved their anger, their hate, and she knew, deep down, that if these rebels ever succeeded, she would not fight back if they made her their first target. 
When her aunt’s declaration of deceit and empty promises was through, Bullus, the Captain of the Guard, approached Ursula. He bowed respectfully, then murmured quietly enough so that only the Queen could hear. Ursula’s gaze shot to Ariel, whose heart dropped as her aunt mouthed one snarled word: Stay.
Ariel bowed her head, glancing at her sister before remaining in place while the others left for the palace in the heart of Atlantica. Her sister followed closely after her aunt, her face carefully blank. 
Once everybody had cleared out, Bullus approached her, a ghost of a smirk on his face. 
“You have one more assignment from the queen,” he said. Bullus jerked his head toward the crowd. “It appears that my men were reckless in rounding up the rebels, and in their haste, we missed one. Those responsible have been dealt with, but the rebel has not. Find him. We think he has a scar on his cheek. Learn what he knows and report back to me at high tide.”
“And what of the male?” she asked. “Should I deliver him to you as well?”
“We have no use for rebel scum after we’ve learned what they know. Do what you believe should be done with him.”
As he swam away, Ariel braved a question—albeit a quiet one. “And if I don’t?”
Bullus leveled her with a stare. “You know what will happen if you fail.”
That she did, which meant she only had a few hours to get the information she needed and make it back to the palace. Bullus stared at her a moment longer before turning and making his own way back to the palace, taking a royal dolphin. 
But Ariel was already scanning the crowd that was watching her fearfully. It was only her and two guards that remained keeping them in check. 
Her eyes hopped from face to face, and when she’d had a look at the entire crowd once, she fixated on the only male that fit Bullus’s too-vague description. It wasn’t much of a coincidence when she realized that he’d been one of the few merfolk glaring at her. Ariel gave the remaining guards a curt nod in the direction of him, and they advanced. Merfolk darted out of the way as the escaped rebel bolted, swimming as fast as he possibly could.
“He’s going for the kelp!” one of the guards yelled to the other. They pursued, but weren’t nearly fast enough. Ariel rolled her eyes. Of course Bullus and her aunt had left her with the two most incompetent guards there were. How typical. 
With a powerful flick of her tail, she was moving. The crowd scattered as she darted through it, but Ariel didn’t bother glancing back at them. She’d already passed the two panting guards. The male was only a few feet in front of her now, and though she hated what she was about to do, she relished in the hunt. She was, after all, the Huntress.
The male dove, and there was indeed a forest of kelp where he could easily get lost. And there, just beyond it, was a pitch-black trench. For a split second, Ariel hesitated. She could just let him go, tell her aunt—
But no. She couldn’t risk it. Ursula was cruel and unforgiving. If she failed to deliver the information, or if her information was false—well, she didn’t really want to think about it.
Ariel veered to the side, keeping the male in sight as they both disappeared into the kelp. The guards had already fallen behind—it was just her and the rebel in this crazed chase. 
He was panting as he raced forward, his terrified eyes searching behind him every now and then. Searching for her, she knew. But she was hidden from his gaze, and as she pushed ahead of him, she closed her eyes for a second. She breathed in the current, imagining that it was instead the wind that pushed her blood-red hair behind her, that it was grass brushing against her arms, her face. 
But then she opened her eyes, and she was once again racing alongside her prey. She palmed the dagger in her hand as she flew out of the forest of kelp, and a split second later, the male followed, still glancing behind him. 
But then he turned, and he saw her. His eyes widened in terror, the only reaction he had time for as she barreled into him, pushing him against the wall of the trench. He grunted as his back scratched against the stone, ripping at his skin. 
The two other guards finally caught up to them, and raced forward, wrestling his arms behind his back and holding him in place against the stone walls of the trench. Ariel was silent for a moment as she regarded the male—his heaving chest, the blood swirling around his back, the look of pure hatred in his glare. 
Ariel stared right back, and she knew the mask she wore was that of the Huntress, Death Incarnate. Those who took one look into her eyes were sent swimming as fast as they could the other way; though, Ariel thought, most who met her gaze did not swim typically again. 
“What do you know?” she said eventually, studying the hilt of her dagger as though she was uninterested. On the very edge of her vision, she spied a flash of gray and white. 
“Nothing,” the male spat, struggling against the guards’ hold. 
Ariel sighed. Fast as an eel she struck, dragging the dagger across his shoulder. He cried out in pain as the salt in the ocean mixed with the wound, and Ariel waited a moment to let the pain grow before she said, “Let’s try this again: What do you know?”
He met her eyes, still glaring, and Ariel almost smirked. He was braver than most, she had to admit. 
“Fine,” he breathed. “What do I know? I know a lot of things. I know that you are the Huntress, killing hundreds of innocents for your queen. I know that you will gladly kill your own citizens if it means securing your status as future queen.” The words struck, even as she registered that he’d said your queen. Not our. “I know that you are the Slayer of Men, drowning whole ships on the ocean’s surface just for the fun of it.” A muscle in Ariel’s jaw ticked. “I know that you helped the Sea Queen overthrow your family so you could eventually become queen.” Her grip tightened on the dagger. “I know that if it ever came to it, your younger sister—”
He screamed as she embedded her dagger deep into his tail, so hard that it reverberated against the stone wall of the trench behind him. 
“You have three seconds to tell me what you know before I rip out your throat with my own gods-damned hands and feed you to the sharks,” she snarled. Her tone was lethal; even the guards flicked their tails warily as she wrenched the knife from his yellow tail. Blood seeped openly into the water, and the male screamed again when she dug the dagger into his shoulder. 
“Y-you’ll let me go if I tell you?” he gasped. “I have a family—”
“Three.”
“My wife can’t—”
“Two.”
“My daughters—”
“One.”
“Fine!” he cried as she shifted the dagger, widening the wound. He was nearly sobbing now from the pain. “What do you want to know?”
Ariel thought for a split second as she considered what information she wanted to give Bullus. “What are you planning?”
“To overthrow the sea queen,” he said. “Please, just get the knife out—”
“How? What’s your next move?”
“We don’t know yet,” he choked. “We’re meeting at a cave by the Reef of—”
Ariel twisted the knife, and the male screamed, cutting himself off. She didn’t want to hear the specifics, didn’t want to have to give those bits and pieces to Bullus. “When is your next attack?” she hissed.
He was sobbing, now, and tears ran down his cheeks as he rasped, “We’re going after the stronghold in the Caspian Sea. We don’t know when we’re going to attack. That’s all I know—please, please, I don’t want my girls growing up without me.” His chest heaved with each word, and each word was tinted with pain and fear.
Ariel pulled the dagger from his shoulder and put it to his throat.
“Please,” he whispered, choking on a sob. “Please.”
Ariel stared at him a moment longer. Another flash of gray and white caught her eye. She made her choice.
And began to sing.
Her voice—the one she got from her mother, that siren-like ability to control those around her—echoed through the trench as she sang. And in that song, in that haunting melody that had summoned storms strong enough to destroy ships, that had made sailors jump into the deadly waves, she wove a message to the male. 
Take your family and leave, she sang. As fast as you can. Change your name, find someone to cover up that scar on your face. Bind these wounds and go. Join one of the river tribes if you must. And remember none of this—not the rebels, not the attack, not me.
His eyes grew distant, dazed, as the song worked its magic. Soon enough, Ariel turned that song onto the guards, giving them but one order:
Let go of him.
The guards released the male, and as he raced from the trench, Ariel stopped her song. 
The guards snapped out of their stupor as he fled, their faces paling. One of them turned to Ariel. 
“You’ll bleed for this,” he snarled, pointing his sword at her. 
Ariel cocked her head. “No, I won’t,” she said softly. She met his gaze. “But you will.”
In one quick motion, she brought her dagger through the water and gutted him, grabbing the sword from his now-limp hand. It would cost her later, she knew, to return alone, but in that moment, she found that she didn’t particularly care. 
The other guard raised his sword, but it was over before it really began. In barely three swings, she’d found the opening she needed to stab him through the chest. He choked on his own blood before the light left his eyes.
A shadow passed over her, darkening the bloody water.
Ariel lifted her head, holding the shark’s gaze as she ripped the sword from the guard’s body. 
“Enjoy your dinner.” She turned away, holding her head high as the shark feasted on the bodies of the two guards.
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nikkywrites · 2 years ago
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The Fawn — Bambi Retelling
Summary: When Bambi’s mother dies, it’s not his father he runs into.
Prompt: “a fawn stumbles around the forest on perpetually new legs. It has several rows of needle sharp teeth, and it is always starving” by @deepwaterwritingprompts aka this post.
Warnings: Canonical Disney mom death (not described), implied body horror.
So… I don’t know where this came from, but. Here it is.
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It is winter, when his mother becomes lost to him. Winter, when he flees from the loud crack of Man. Winter when he is left alone.
He is destined to starve.
Bambi is still a fawn. Still incapable of finding food in the snow, of surviving alone, of fending for himself. He is still a fawn when he’s running, terrified and fueled by his mother’s “hurry!”, by the echo of Man’s work. Blinded, too, by it all, his fear and all the snow. And in the panic, he wanders to a place he should not be.
There is a part of the forest where the trees grow thicker, where the highest branches are braided so close together that the sun struggles to shine through, even on the brightest days.
There is a part of the forest where magic grows.
That is where Bambi flees to, unknowing, in the blindness of his fear. Darkness clouds over him, as he bounds deeper in, the snow here thinner than everywhere else, until he stops.
In another life, he is told to listen to the forest by his father, the Great Prince. In that life, he never hears words, never holds a conversation with the place that is his home, instead learns the figurative meaning of it. In that life, he learns to be the next Great Prince of the forest.
In this life, the forest speaks.
Lost little fawn, it sighs, branches rustling with wind that doesn’t touch him. All alone in the world.
Bambi jumps, looking around, his legs shaking furiously beneath him. “Mother?” he asks, whimpering, even though the voice sounds little like her, even though it is coming from a place too high to be her, even though it only vaguely sounds like a voice at all.
You have no mother now, the forest says, Man took her.
A tremble sweeps through Bambi, his legs hardly able to keep him upright with the force of it. This is something he knows, distantly. When she tries, she is faster than he is. He remembers her warnings of Man, about how they are dangerous, how they will take him. He was told to fear them.
He was told to fear this part of the forest, too.
He backs up, bumps into a raised tree root that makes him fall into the snow. He curls up, shivering, cold. His mother is dead and he has nowhere to go.
Do not fear, little fawn. The forest lowers a branch from the tree above him, still covered with bark, offering it as either food or shelter. I can help.
“Help?”
Yes. Don’t you want Man to pay?
Bambi lowers his head to the ground, ears flicking back and forth, eyes large and fixed on the branch.
I can help you. I can make you strong, so Man never takes a deer again.
“I’m hungry,” Bambi says, soft. His stomach is heavy in him, but empty. He was just beginning to eat breakfast with his mother when— when— he hasn’t eaten his fill. He’s been hungry all winter, more so the longer it drags on.
The branch breaks, moving closer. Then eat.
Bambi shifts to his hooves.
He bites cautiously at the bark. It crumbles in his mouth, warms his belly, lingers on his tongue.
He doesn’t remember is mother’s warning to never eat anything of magic. “It takes more than it gives, little one,” she had said, curled around him in the dark. “You must never eat anything, no matter how hungry you are. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” he had agreed, even as the words went over his head. What could be so awful about food, aside from a bad taste? He nuzzled his head against her neck. “I understand, mother.”
Yet here he was.
The branch is nearly stripped bare before the effects begin to materialize.
It is pain.
He’s never felt it before, not like this — burning heat, an itch, a stabbing sensation in his mouth and an internal rolling and twisting of his stomach. “Mother!” he calls, legs giving out from under him, the only feeling beside the hurt a bone-deep sick.
It lasts too long, another fragmented cry of “mother!” before it pulls him into blackness, into something that is like sleep but far worse because he can still feel the pain.
Things are different when he wakes.
He is different. The first thing he notes — only for the bone-shaking hollowing howl of it — is that he is still hungry. Once he realizes that, he can’t think of anything else. He needs to eat.
He is starving.
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Taglist: @super-writer-gal @mr-writes
Thanks to Sleepy for telling me to post (sorry for the delay, tumblr didn’t notify me, I swear). Also kudos to past-me for writing an actually short thing.
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queenvreads · 2 years ago
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REVIEW: Twisted by Emily McIntire
5/5 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
This was an automatic 5-star rating before I read it, and now that I'm done, I need more!!
Twisted is a spicy and dark retelling of Aladdin, with all my favorite tropes; enemies-to-lovers, age gap, forced marriage, and a villain winning the girl. The story is brimming with slow burn, intense tension, and scorching chemistry between the characters.
Yasmin's father urgently wants her to marry someone who can manage the business and take care of her after he passes away from cancer. However, Yasmin is secretly in love with a servant and her childhood best friend, Aidan, but she fears disappointing her father. On the other hand, Julian covets the Sultan empire and believes he deserves it due to his hard work. He sees Yasmin as a spoiled brat. His initial plan is to marry her, inherit everything, and then harm her. But little does he realize that he will end up falling in love with her.
The twist was predictable, but I honestly don't care. YASMIN & JULIAN **CHEF'S KISS**
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alexandradiane1117 · 5 days ago
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Tinkerbell's Tears
The bar had more smoke in it than usual that night. But James still saw a tiny, shiny flicker coming from a stool on the far end. Walking closer to see what it was, it became clear that the flicker was from a cute petite blonde with a pair of wings. He made a gesture to the bartender, and a Johnny Walker on ice slid down the bar.
“Hey, Blake, what’s up with the chick with wings? Did I forget it was Halloween or something?” He asked, catching the glass.
“Nah, she says she’s Tinker Bell.”
James coughed up his swig, “Sure, and I’m Peter Pan.”
Blake wiped up the wasted alcohol. “After the shit, I’ve heard her rattle off. I wouldn’t say that too loud.”
The blonde was sitting alone with eyeliner running down her face and had half fallen out a bun on top of her head. She was a mess. Attractive. But a mess. Tinker Bell or not, James would get the story from her; he had no problem encouraging women to talk.
“What she been drinking?”
“Everything from rum, vodka, and gin. You name it. She’s had it tonight.” Blake shook his head and sighed, “poor thing.”
“Blake, you’re turning into a softy.” James ribbed.
“You want to be a shoulder for her to cry on, don’t you? And then take—”
“Hey, sometimes I’m a little better than dirt.” James interrupted him. “Just send her a martini of some kind.”
Tinker Bell watched the conversation from down the bar. It was no surprise that, again, she was the topic of discussion. But there was something about this one. He looked familiar in a comforting sense that actually disturbed her.
“Great, here comes another one of these creeps,” she muttered. “Can’t they just leave a girl alone?”
Earth seems to be full of them. Staring out the window to the windy street, she wondered why she ever picked this rat hole in the first place. Oh, that’s right, to find someone other than him. Stirring what was left of her drink, she thought about the most recent events that had brought her here. I can’t believe these humans have destroyed everything with this atom smasher, searching for different dimensions. What, are they stupid? Do they really think that all their fairytales and nightmares come from nowhere? Now everyone can cross back and forth, no problem. I bet that Wendy bitch was happy to find that out. Blake walked to her with another bright green martini in hand.
“And would this be from the guy at the other end?” Tink wiped the eyeliner from her face, but the mascara had already stained it.
“That would be the one. Every one of your drinks has been from someone feeling sorry for you. I don’t think this one is as bad as the rest.” Blake watched Tink size him up compared to the rest of the creeps from the night. “This one’s a local. I promise he ain’t that bad.”
“Maybe you’re right.”
Blake waved James down. He was about 6’2 with a crew cut, and what was left of his hair was either dark brown or black. When he got close, his emerald green eyes pierced right through her.
Those eyes, I know I’ve seen those eyes before. And when he sat down, he smelled like Neverland. How strange.
“Blake said your name was Tinker Bell.” The green eyes went straight to the wings.
“Yes, they are real.” She made them open, flap, and then lay back down. “So, what do you want?”
“My name is James.” He held out his hand for her to shake. However, Tink stared at it as if something was off. “Usually, one would at least shake the hand of the person who bought her a drink.”
“James, where are you from? Blake says you’re a local, but you look very familiar, and I’m not a local.” She reaches across the bar and takes a straw.
“Tinker Bell, what happened to Peter Pan?”
The tears began rolling down her face, makeup going everywhere, and finally, she pulled the sorry excuse for a bun down.
“It’s so funny how the story is told here. It isn’t even the right story.” Between sobs, she sips her drink. “What is this crap of being a kid? Peter Pan isn’t a kid. He’s really 106 stuck in an eighteen-year-old’s body!”
“He’s really 106? And that would make you?”
She gave James the death stare and started searching for Blake to get this guy away from her.
“I forget a lady never reveals her true age.” He taunted her too much. “Tinker Bell, my name is James Hook.”
Her head turned so quickly it should have snapped off. Tinkerbell muttered something over her drink while she reached to check if her wand was still in her boot. “Captain James Hook?” She whispered. “You can’t be. Pan killed you.”
Hook’s laugh silenced the entire bar. “The same time Pan was trying to kill me was when this wonderful little rip in time happened. And, darling, if I remember correctly, it upset you gravely that I was being killed.”
Tinker Bell blushed and quickly tried to conceal it. “Of course it did. Who else was going to get rid of Wendy? Not the babbling lost boys. They couldn’t kill her even when she was right in front of them.”
“I was never going to kill her. Pan wanted me to get rid of you.” His confession turned her eyes bright red. “God, Tink! After so many years, you still don’t understand, do you? How did Peter ever get to this Wendy girl?”
“It’s awfully similar to the Disney story. Only when they say he lost his shadow, he didn’t. Who knows what he really lost that night, but he was upset, and so was she. There was so much screaming and fighting. It didn’t make sense why he was bringing her with him. I mean, he was sleeping with Wendy, but he was sleeping with everyone else, including me. Disney got both wrong. She wasn’t a child, either. She was seventeen. AND THOSE bastards! They make me look like a slut.”
Hook chuckled at the idea of his pathetic character shoving her into a lantern. “If only you were tiny enough to shove into a lantern, it would have made that whole ordeal a lot easier.”
Tinker Bell threw what was left of the drink in his face. Blake handed James a towel. This was the third drink thrown tonight, and they had all come from her. Blake savored James being off his game with Tinker Bell. James was always a smooth talker and always knew how to calm a girl down when she was upset.
“Bell, do you know why he brought her to Neverland?” He asked slowly and deliberately.
“Some crap about her parents wanting her to grow up, and he didn’t want her to. It doesn’t matter. It was a B.S. story.” She took her wand out from the boot and flicked it once, and the glass was full again.
“Tink, she was pregnant. He wanted to tell you. He wanted to tell you he loved her, but you were so angry and wouldn’t hear it. He loves her, and I love you, Tinker Bell.”
Over and over, the Disney version of what happened that night ran through her head, but she knew deep down it wasn’t true. But she wanted it to be true. She wanted Peter to have dropped Wendy off at home and returned for her. But he never returned. Tinker Bell remembered them fighting over Wendy on Hook’s ship, but never the truth. Tonight explained everything. Peter had promised her he was only dropping Wendy off and coming right back, but even then, deep down, she knew he would never be back.
“He’s a father.” The words barely escaped her mouth. James nodded, and she fell into his arms, crying more.
“Just take me back to Neverland.”
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z82ia · 16 days ago
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I just finished reading Ash by Malinda Lo and it was so good I actually teared up.
It was so beautifully written and the book had me praying that the main character gets a good ending. I love how it didn’t make it obvious whether it would have a bad ending or a good ending.
It’s a crime how I searched it up and there were only two videos in total about it. It’s actually so underrated.
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snowflakesoliloquy · 24 days ago
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Just finished reading
A whole new world by Liz Braswell
5⭐
If you have a teen in your life that likes Disney but wishes they were darker, this is definitely the book for them. There are other retellings in this collection, I haven't read them but they might be dark as well.
Processing my thoughts on the book. More detailed review may come later.
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jknerd · 2 months ago
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Lady and the Tramp AU: Little Lady
[Ladonna "Lady" Brown when she was a toddler, first time encountering her adoptive parents Mr. and Mrs. Brown (Jim Dear & Darling), who visited the orphanage to adopt a child.]
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Gazing up at them with big eyes in wonder, clutching onto her stuffed puppy, the little lady shyly walked up to them and gave out the most loveliest, sweetest smile. And, the couple knew... that this little, charming toddler is their daughter from that moment. "Oh how sweet," Mrs. Elizabeth Darleen Brown gushed over as she carried the little girl close, "hello, there~."
The little girl giggled, a sound similar to soft jingling, small bell. "What is your name, little one?" Mr. James "Jim" Brown asked. "...La..Ladonna~. Hewwo...~" The little girl greeted. "What a perfectly, beautiful little Lady." Jim's wife cuddled her close, her maternal instinct increased twice.
December 25th, it was the day their daughter Ladonna "Lady" Brown came into their life. A day, they filed as her birthday.
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readinthedarkpod · 2 years ago
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Four bookworms walk in a thrift store...
KAITLYN: I don't have nearly as many as you but Ryan saw my bag of books on the floor. I didn't tell him- I told him we went to a bookstore, I didn't tell him how many I bought- and I had it sitting on the floor and he like, walked up and looked inside, and he was like, "Kaitlyn, what... what's this?" and I was like, "those are... I had those books already!" and he was like, "ummmm I don't think you did, actually." KRISTEN: Mind your fucking business, RYAN.
Click here to find out where you can listen to the full episode (spoiler alert: anywhere podcasts are!)
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thatpunkmaximoff · 1 year ago
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[Book One of..]
Story: 5 out of 5 Smut: 2 out of 5
I honestly wanted this book so bad because everyone recommended it as a Peter Pan retelling. Imagine my surprise, however, when I read the author’s note, and she states it’s NOT a retelling. But I still read it because I wanted to read a story from the villain’s pov and oh my god am I glad I read it. I am in love with James/Hook and I don’t care that he’s a bad guy.
Wendy, daughter of Peter, starts off as the naive girl that Hook is looking to take advantage of because of what Peter has done to him in the past. But as her rose tinted glasses come off, she becomes the young woman who you will come to adore and root for. And James… well you’ll be up and down with his character. I knew he was the bad guy going in, but I wanted to throttle him at one point.
I guess you can say this is a reimagining of the Peter Pan characters in a modern world, but instead of rooting for Peter Pan, Wendy, and Tink… you’ll be begging Hook for a taste of the dark side.
I am stoked to see what else Emily has written for this series!
* So we start off with a murder. Nice. Seems James’s uncle deserved it.
* Oh shit. James saw Wendy through video feed and immediately wants to defile her. But it’s Wendy’s friend who is hoping for his attention 😬
* Ohhhh. He got her to to agree to a date 😏
* So that’s why he doesn’t like the ticking sound. Damn.
* Oh shit. James walked up to Wendy and Maria is PISSED.
* Lol Maria is such a bitch.
* Score. He secured the date.
* Goddamn. James has got a mouth on him.
* The way he has her grind on his lap… holy shit.
* I somewhat knew what I was getting into, but damn… I’m gonna be heartbroken when Wendy finds out James is using her.
* Wendy’s dad is a dick and Tina Belle a bitch. I can’t wait until James gets his hand on them.
* Lol Moira tried to make Wendy jealous and James wasn’t having it 😂
* Oh shit. Wendy gave him her virginity. There’s gonna be a lot of crying later, isn’t there?
* So the dad doesn’t care for his son and James has noticed that Jon (the brother) looks nothing like Wendy. Could he be the product of an affair?
* Why do I have a feeling something is gonna happen to Ru?
* Uh oh, James. You going soft for Wendy and her brother Jon.
* I fucking knew something was going to happen to Ru 😩 and now James thinks Wendy had a hand in it. Fuck! I can’t wait for him to murder her dad Michael. To murder Pan.
* Holy shit. Did he just kidnap her?! He has it all wrong!
* I can’t wait to see when he realizes he royally fucked up.
* Starkey, you’re a little traitorous motherfucker, aren’t you? I know it was you who was supposed to have Ru’s back. You’re too nervous.
* “Just remember, that whenever things feel bleak, all situations are temporary. It’s not your circumstance that determines your worth, it’s how you rise from the ashes after everything burns.”
* “Every good bitch needs a pretty collar.” — oh my god. I can’t wait for her to bitch slap you 😂
* FINALLY! She had no idea, you dumb shit. Now prepare to beg for forgiveness.
* Wow. Her dad was really gonna let her die. Fuck him.
* Shit. Peter burned down James’s club.
* Damn. James burned all Peter’s planes 😂
* wtf was that with Moira? And how the fuck did Wendy disappear?! I don’t trust Smee 🤔
* Oh so Smee just assumed she left when really she was just sitting on the dock. But still, James is pissed 😬
* She caved way too fast once his fingers got in her. Get it together, Wendy!
* Croc? As in his uncle? wtf! And of course there’s an explosion just as the woman’s name is about to be given.
* Fuck! Starkey is a traitor! It wasn’t an explosion. Starkey shot their hostage right before he spilled the beans. He’s protecting his boss!
* Damn. Wendy’s that good of a fuck that James is in love, huh 😂 Well.. I’m kind of glad she decided to stay. I don’t trust anyone else to have her back like James does.
* “For the record, I would give you the world. You simply have to ask. You want kids? Done. You want to stay here and never work again? Done. You want to watch the world burn?” // “Let me guess, you’ll set it on fire?” // “No, darling. I’ll hand you the match and stand at your back, watching you become Queen of the ashes.”
* Moira is a traitor?! I knew the bitch was sleezy, but this is… wow. I can’t wait for James to kill her.
* Fuck you, Tina! Ugh. These women are pissing me off 😂
* I fucking called it. Smee! You asshole. And cousins? Why are you being such a little bitch.
* So Peter saved James? And James has a brother?! wtf. Tina better fucking get some punishment for flipping out on Wendy.
* Oh shit. It’s Jon! And seriously, fucking Tina. Someone bitch slap her!
* THANK YOU!!
* Aww. They got their happily ever after 🥹
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lee-noma · 6 months ago
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Belle and The Beasts Castle
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