#Once Upon A Fairy-Tale

[anne-chloe]

Imagine : They don’t realise that you can’t swim

Peter Pan x Reader

Summary : The Lost boys go swimming at mermaid lagoon, they toss you in and you nearly drown

Warning : Near death experience, drowning

“Come on, [Name]!”

You stood on the sidelines of the lagoon, fingers nervously twisting with the hem of your shirt. It was a bad idea for you to have even joined the Lost Boys in the mermaid lagoon, because you knew they’d want to swim deep and would drag you with them.

It was with this very thought that you resolved to back out, to announce that you were tired and you’d return to the camp.

But you were suddenly grabbed from behind.

You craned your head back to see Devin. His arms squeezed your waist as he lifted you up, your feet kicking wildly in protest. You gasped as he started to near the edge of the rocky slope, the deep water too close for comfort.

“No! Stop!” You shouted, wiggling your shoulders back and forth for release.

Devin snickered. “It’s a bit of water! Lighten up!”

Then, he threw you into the water.

The waters surface broke as you sank towards the bottom. Your entire body was stiff and tense, and you felt awfully like a rock in that moment. You let out a scream, air bubbles leaving your mouth as no sound came out.

You blinked, eyes stinging at the murky greens and blue of the lagoons depths. You couldn’t see the surface any more; you couldn’t see anything at all.

Surrounded and suffocated by the water, you felt your heart hammer wildly out of beat at the thought of dying in the mermaid lagoon.

A pair of arms wrapped around your waist before you felt the water rush past your skin. Within seconds, you broke the surface and let out a panicked gasp for air. You grabbed blindly at the person who had saved you; you were far too aware of the lack of ground beneath your feet.

“Calm down, calm down—“

Who was that talking?

You were pulled from the water and pushed onto the rocky slope. The hard ground brought immediate comfort and relief, and you couldn’t help but lie flat.

There was that terrible, salty taste of water on your lips, and your eyes stung horribly from the sea water. You coughed and panted for air, your lungs burning as water came rushing out your mouth.

“Look at me, [Name]— are you alright? Breathe!”

You squeezed your eyes shut, suddenly finding the afternoon sun too bright to handle. Then, when you reopened your eyes you found yourself staring into those familiar green ones. Instead of the usual mischief that you’d see, you found only worry and what appeared to be guilt.

“P-Peter…?” You stammered, another coughing fit cutting you off.

Peter sighed loudly and pulled you in for a hug. His arms around you gave the strange sense of ease and comfort. “Why didn’t you say that you couldn’t swim?”

“I-I didn’t think it was important,” you coughed again, watching in disgust as water dripped from your face. You couldn’t tell if they were tears or from the sea.

Peter glared harshly at you, his arms giving a small squeeze. “Of course it was important,” he scolded, “you could have died.”

You lowered your head, feeling awkward and ashamed that you had troubled Peter and the Lost Boys like that. “I’m sorry, Peter. I just didn’t think something like this would ever happen.”

Peter rolled his eyes. “The Lost Boys will think twice about doing something like that again,” he muttered.

As Peter held you close to his chest, you couldn’t help but wonder why he had been the one to pull you from the water. Usually, he was so cold and cruel with the Lost Boys, never stepping in to save them if they needed rescuing. His excuse was that “all Lost Boys should take care of themselves, if they can’t then they’re weak.” It was only fair to assume that the rule applied to you.

But with one subtle glance around the lagoon, you could see that the Lost Boys were just as stunned as you.

[fallen-faerie]

༺ 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓊𝓅𝑜𝓃 𝒶 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂 ༻

[artist-ellen]

East of the Sun, West of the Moon

I have a huge weak spot for this fairytale. I had a huge old illustrated children's book of this fairytale when I was little and it really stuck with me all these years. EotSWotM is a fairytale in the realm of Eros and Psyche spin offs, Beauty and the Beast also falls into this trope but EotSWotM follows the older myth a little more closely with the Prince/Beast character sleeping beside her each night in his human form. Do you know/remember this fairytale?

I struggled a lot with the depiction of the Northern Lights in this illustration. I tried a whole bunch of greens and purples but they felt too radical for the rest of the color palette. I'll probably want to revisit this linear again someday to push the illustration to it's best version of itself. Also yes, she does usually have black hair, the background simply absorbed it too much as is.

I am the artist! Do not post without permission & credit! Thank you! Come visit me over on: instagram.com/ellenartistic or tiktok: @ellenartistic

[galahadwilder]

Once upon a time.

You just recoiled a little bit, didn’t you. “Once upon a time.” It’s possibly the most-used opening line in any English or German story, passed down to us from generations of families sitting around the fire and telling each other fairy tales.

But it’s old. And everyone’s heard it. So maybe, you think, it’s overused.

You’re not exactly wrong.

But! But. There’s something important, about that phrase. You see, a fairy tale is a fantasy story, but not all fantasy stories are fairy tales. A fairy tale is a TYPE of fantasy story, and it’s too easy to fall into the trap of thinking, “if there’s fairies in it, it’s a fairy tale.”

No. That is not how it works.

There is a difference, between the first lines of The Hobbit and The Fellowship of the Ring.

“In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.”

“When Mr Bilbo Baggins of Bag End announced that he would shortly be celebrating his eleventy-first birthday with a party of special magnificence, there was much talk and excitement in Hobbiton.”

What’s the difference? Immediacy. Fellowship opens by telling us exactly who these people are, what they are doing, when they are doing it, and what the location they are doing it is. Hobbit opens with two pieces of information: there is a hole in the ground, and something called a Hobbit lives inside it.

Hobbit is a fairy tale. Fellowship is high fantasy. There’s a difference.

The characters are the same, or of the same families. The setting is the same. But they are completely different genres.

A fairy tale is something that could have happened at any time, in any place, to any person. It doesn’t matter when or where. It doesn’t matter who. It deals in vagueries, in archetypes. Not so much in characters.

Once, upon a time, there lived a man. Not “at 2 pm Tuesday, Harold was having lunch.” Once upon a time.

If you’re writing a fairy tale and you don’t have the cadence of it yet, don’t be afraid of Once upon a time. Is it cliche? Yes. But it helps you establish the voice, the sense of the wonder and the Other. Do not deal in specifics. Not yet. The specifics can come later.

And if you get the cadence down? Eventually, you’ll be able to drop Once upon a time. You’ll be able to move beyond it, so see the horizons past where it will take you.

But you have to start somewhere.

Start once, upon a time.

I promise, if you lose your fear of it, you’ll be able to learn how a fairy tale ticks.

[youtube-arc]

More fairytale 34 because I enjoy it a lot

models by @/sm64rise & SMG4 Team

[raisedbyanother]

Emilie de Ravin as Belle in "Skin Deep"

Once Upon A Time 2012

[kika-ila]

Ehm... hi...

Two tinghs... I worked like a crazy for months and made my first important artistic achievment, a tarot deck called Once Upon a Time Tarot (Lo Scarabeo editions, you can google it if you're curious to see what I did while I was gone)

The other thing is... it's still hard for me to put it into words... I had to leave my home and the life I was building to come back to my home town and take care of my invalid (both phisically and mentally) maternal grandmother, since she's too poor for a nursing home and I'm the only one in the family that can actually work from home. And well... let's just say that I had good reasons to go low contact with my relatives. I'm still a little scared to write about my life because I don't want them to find out my vulnerabilities and give me a harder time, but luckily they don't speak english. And I'm far away from the people I love, they are suffering because of health, mobbing and family problems, I can't do anything for them and I'm feeling so useless... not a very good time for my depression... ^^;

I was really hoping to make my great news announcement, I had a lot of plans for this year, but everithing went upside down...

I'm still trying my best, I found some jobs as a colorist for french editors, I really don't want to give up, even if I'm so tired and my hands are trembling.

If you read all of this, thank you so much for your time.

[romancemedia]

Cinderella and Prince Charming - Cartoon & Anime Adaptions

[caliburn-the-sword]

The School for Good and Evil (Somain Chainani) to Ever After High to Descendants to The Land of Stories (Chris Colfer) to Once Upon a Time pipeline is REAL and needs to be talked about more

[pumpkinpaix]

I am processing nettle to do various fiber craft experiments with and you may notice the terrible stock pot situation which resulted in me setting a towel on fire briefly but hey. I have successfully made nettle cordage. The difference in color is dependent on how much I scraped and cleaned the fiber before use!

Unfortunately the journey is far from over and I expect I shall be in nettle hell for weeks to come

Other nettle projects include spinning, papermaking, dyeing (root and leaf) and eating. I have already eaten it but I think the season is wrong. Not much taste only texture. anyways! Good times and also suffering

[starmocha]

Me reading a YA novel: girl you don't need him

Me watching a romance movie: girl you don't need him

Me talking with my friends: girl you don't need him

Me playing an otome game: so I am in a polyamorous relationship with at least 4 different fictional men currently because I refuse to choose one

[anne-chloe]

Imagine : You have just been kidnapped by Peter and his Lost Boys, but they’ve bit off more than they can chew with your modern attitude

“What is she yelling about now?” Peter asks while approaching his loitering boys, the distant yells of your voice infiltrating the main camp.

Devin looks to Peter and shrugs his shoulders, his confused expression mirroring Pans. “Something about… a message?” Devin repeats, unsure if he had even translated your words correctly. None of the boys were accustomed to the native tongue you spoke so fluently in.

“A message?” Peter echoes, his brow arching. “I shall find out what message it is that she has.”

Peter soon appears at the base of the tree, where two bamboo cages hang like trophies in the air. He tugs at a thick rope and begins lowering the cage downwards, ensuring it wouldn’t suddenly drop and harm the hostage inside: you.

He releases the rope and saunters over, a small whistle tune passing his lips as his shadow looms over your face.

You seem to perk up, but your momentary delight morphs into frustration. “About time!” You scoff loudly, waving your hand like a madwoman. In your hand you grip a device unknown to Peter, it’s metallic and sleek looking, otherworldly.

“I am told you have a message…” Peter starts slowly, deliberately drawing out his words to increase the fearful tension you should surely feel. But he is once again surprised as you do not react the way he desired.

“I want to send a message,” you correct, using your pointer finger to gesture to your phone. “There isn’t any signal here. What network does Neverland provide?”

Peter blinks rapidly. He understood almost every word you said individually, but all together they sounded far too much like gibberish. He knew, of course, that the other worlds had evolved over the years, but generally speaking he was able to make a connection with potential lost boys. You, on the other hand were something entirely new.

“Neverland does not support your modern lifestyle,” Peter explains flatly. He approaches the cage until he was leaning on the bars, his fingers wrapping around the bamboo until he swore it would snap between his fingers.

Bizarrely, you sigh and tuck your phone into your pocket before leaning as close as possible to Peter. “Count yourself lucky, magic-boy, or else I’d be calling the police immediately on your ass for kidnapping me.”

And it was with that strange threat that Peter realised how interesting you were as a hostage. Certainly more fascinating than the rest. In fact, you were such a curious being that Peter was debating whether or not he’d release you back to your world once he had gotten what he achieved.

Because who would lose a magnificent source of entertainment like you?

[fallen-faerie]

ℴ𝓃𝒸ℯ 𝓊𝓅ℴ𝓃 𝒶 𝓉𝒾𝓂ℯ ˖⁺｡˚⋆🧙🏻‍♀️

[valerieandherweekofwonderz]

Miroslav Horníček as the Handsome Prince in Byl jednou jeden král… / Once Upon a Time, There Was a King… (1954) dir. by Bořivoj Zeman.

[snow-noir]

Once Upon a Time - RedSnow

I am once again rewatching OUAT and reading copious amounts of RedSnow fanfiction

[penguinofspades]

I just realized that the Once Upon a Crime Cinderella is the Anti-Stolas. (Warning for Spoilers just in case)

Stolas is a rich and powerful prince who is glorified and romanticized even when he neglects his daughter (Seeing Stars) and sexually coerces his "love interest" (Murder Family). Anyone who has a problem with him has to either apologize and switch to his way of thinking (I.E. Octavia, Blitzo) or be vilified (I.E. Striker, Stella).

Cinderella is a poor young woman forced to slave away who's vilified the second she kills a creep in self defense. Yeah she did also try to frame Margot but 1. Margot abused her for years and killed her pet pigeon and 2. I feel like if Cinderella got arrested her family should've gotten arrested too for making her slave away yet that never happens.