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hay-389 · 2 years

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Just gonna…plug my Encanto story here…that’s all. Not like I haven’t been gone for 7 months or anything…nope not me… ☠️😬😂

Summary:

All Mirabel wants is to be free from the foster care system. It sucks, never being able to fully trust someone and never being the right fit for someone’s family. She doesn’t need to be adopted anyway, not when she’s so close to freedom. So close to being able to search for her birth parents and find out why they left her on the side of the road at only 5 years old.

Then on her 17th birthday she makes a wish.

Right after a knock sounds at her door and when she opens it, she’s greeted by a boy claiming to be her cousin…part of her birth family.

That isn’t what tilts her world upside down, though.

It’s the fact he’s claiming she has to go back home with him, to a little town called Storybrooke where their entire village, her parents included, have been cursed by a wicked queen. They’ve been made to forget who they really are, ripped away from their loved ones…left to suffer…and she’s the only one who can save them.

Mirabel isn’t sure if she’s going crazy or if he’s really insane. A part of her wants to flee at the thought of someone believing everything from a story book is real. But, the other part wonders if maybe miracles really can happen.

(Inspired by Once Upon A Time)

#encanto #mirabel madrigal #camilo madrigal #the two pretty much being up to no good #breaking a curse #you know #normal cousin stuff #la familia madrigal #everyone’s in it #or at least will be once introduced lol #inspired by Once Upon A Time #the tv show #don’t have to watch the show though to understand the story I promise #fanfiction #fanfic #encanto fandom #encanto fanfic

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hommoturttle · 2 years

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"did you really think you could get rid of me so easily, Alice?" asked the Hatter with a small smile. he held onto Ella a little tighter as the Jabberwocky flew overhead. Ella looked up at the Hatter and shook her head. "you're very persistent, i'll give you that."

"you know Alice, i think we're at that point in our relationship i tell you my real name." the hatter laughed as he spun Ella out so she could roundhouse kick the Rabbit's watch back to him as he ran through the maze. "i'm still not telling you mine!' Ella grunted as she landed back on the ground. "i'll get you to trust me one of these days, Alice. just you wait." Hatter smirked. he spun her back in and kissed her. pulling back just slightly to where their lips lightly touched, he whispered, " my name is Matthew." Ella smiled as she leaned foreword kissing him with force. "oi! can the two lovebirds get their bloody heads out of they're arses?! we're in the middle of a bloody war for christ sake!" the Knave yelled punching a 3 of hearts in the face. Ella looked over her shoulder and saw a small cat gnawing at a bone. "Cheshire! with me!" she called. the cat turned his head to her and smiled, teeth and all. as it ran over to her, he started to grow. stomping over cards and chess pieces alike. "ready when you are, Alice" the Cheshire cat purred. Ella turned to look at Will and Matthew. "find the looking glass and i'll handle the Queen." Ella climbed onto the cat and they took off into the direction of the castle. "you know the Queen has your sister, but do your lover and Knave know this?" Cheshire asked her. "Hatter doesn't need to know anything, and Knave will understand."

#hommoturttle #an excerpt from a story i'll never write #my writing #original story #alice in wonderland #inspired by once upon a time

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lauri-rosehearts · 2 years

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Fairytales with a twist: A concept that resurfaces every few years and I’ll eat it up every damn time!!

#ever after high #twisted wonderland #once upon a time #the land of stories #school of good and evil #once upon a zombie #fairytale inspired media

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artist-ellen · 2 years

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The Evil Queen

The unnamed villain of the first Disney animated movie, Snow White. She was a really fun challenge to redesign as I wanted to keep aspects of her silhouette and colour palette while referencing real fashion from the fairytale’s historical setting. Sadly for me it was in fashion for a number of decades in Germany to wear “Cranach” style gowns (named after the artist) which don’t have long trailing sleeves. If anything the animated movie has the Evil Queen in really classically medieval fashion, think pre-Tudor & pre-Italian renaissance. So in a little bit of a humorous twist the best reference image I found around the right decades for the Evil Queen was the portrait of Anne of Cleves. So while I took a Lot of liberties if it is feeling familiar… that would be why. Her makeup and what not isn’t very historical but generally my goal is to have recognizable characters with their historical twist… and yes I went way too hard on the details. I had way too much fun.

I am the artist!!! Don’t repost without permission & credit! Thank you! Come visit me over on: https://instagram.com/ellen.artistic

#evil queen #the evil queen #redesigning disney #redesigning villains #redesigning disney villains #historically inspired disney princesses #historically inspired #historical fashion #disney's snow white #snow white #magic mirror #mirror mirror #once upon a time #hahaha #mirror mirror on the wall #poison apple

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hippolotamus · 5 months

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Inspiration Saturday 💻

Plowing through the Spotify Drabble asks this weekend. Next up is a little something for @thewolvesof1998. Where will it go? *shrugs innocently*

tagged by @daffi-990 @loserdiaz @exhuastedpigeon @disasterbuckdiaz

no pressure tagging @giddyupbuck @spotsandsocks @underwater-ninja-13 @wikiangela @fortheloveofbuddie @callmenewbie @eowon @jesuisici33 @rmd-writes @vanillahigh00 @welcometololaland @apothecarose LOML @lizzie-bennetdarcy @thewolvesof1998 @watchyourbuck @jamespearce9-1-1 @monsterrae1 @ladydorian05 @malewifediaz @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @stereopticons @statueinthestone @elvensorceress @spagheddiediaz @chaosandwolves @wildlife4life @your-catfish-friend @buddierights @911onabc @hoodie-buck @the-likesofus @spaceprincessem @fionaswhvre @barbiediaz @honestlydarkprincess @pirrusstuff @steadfastsaturnsrings @weewootruck @messyhairdiaz @gayedmundodiaz @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @evaneds and anyone else who wants to!

#could be a drabble #could be a ficlet #we'll find out together #legit no idea if it'll be spicy but i'm havin' thots #also FWIW i lost a subscriber on that last lutalia fic #*snort*#once upon a time that would have really hurt #but i had a blast so... IDEK #hippo writes #lutalia #inspiration saturday

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booksteaandtoomuchtv · 5 months

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Witchy Woman (9/10)

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Summary: When Emma came into her position as Storybrooke Coven Leader, she ended things with the powerful Vampire Overlord, Killian Jones. She’s spent over a decade working alongside him and ignoring the growing tension between them.

During his best mate’s wedding, Killian decides he is done waiting. He is ready to have his mate back in his arms (and bed) again. Emma is not an easy woman to woo, but Killian has never backed down from a challenge.

When Emma’s jilted ex-boyfriend returns to town and Emma goes missing, Killian will stop at nothing to get her back and ensure that nothing can ever separate them again.

Rating: E

CW: Mention of domestic abuse, blood and blood drinking (vampires), threatening situations, minor violence, death, mention of parental death

Entry for Captain Swan Supernatural Summer 2023 (@cssns)

Tag: @anmylica, @deckerstarblanche, @elfiola, @goforlaunchcee, @jrob64, @kmomof4, @pirateswhore, @stahlop, @teamhook, @tiganasummertree, @undercaffinatednightmare, @xarandomdreamx, @zaharadessert (let me know if you want to be added or dropped)

Killian woke up with Emma on his chest and the blankets wrapped tightly around them. Emma had built her cocoon around them both sometime in the night. Her sea-coloured eyes were already on his and she wore a contented smile while she twirled her finger in the patch of hair on his chest.

“What a lovely sight to see upon waking, Swan.”

“I've been admiring the view myself,” she said before placing a chaste kiss on his chest.

He ran his hand along her side, squeezing her tight to him as he did so. Her soft skin pressed against his beneath the blankets. Everything was perfect. These moments were becoming more frequent - they were no less precious in their frequency. With these once fleeting moments of warmth, contentedness, and connection becoming commonplace between them, their relationship felt more real, more substantial, than it had before. She wasn’t going to vanish from his grasp between one second and the next.

“I need to get up and shower and help Anna with the beach party preparations and…” Killian interrupted her task list with a sweet kiss.

“Let’s start with the shower - that is something I can help you with.”

“Okay, yeah.” Emma shifted off him to the en suite. “But after coffee, I have to go.”

“Hmm, that is a while from now,” Killian answered as he followed her into the bathroom to run the water for them. He tugged her into his shower and water engulfed them from all sides. He chuckled at the deep groan that she released when the side jet nearest to her hit her lower back. He kneaded his hand and his blunted arm into her lower back muscles, enjoying the sounds of her sighs and moans when he hit upon a particularly sore spot.

“I’m never going to leave if you keep this up.”

“That’s the plan, love.” Killian smiled cheekily at her as she turned to hug him in the warm water.

“This is nice.”

“Aye, that it is.”

“I like waking up with you,” Emma admitted softly. Killian broke their embrace to lather soap on them both.

“Should you move in with me, we would never need to wake up any other way.” Killian hadn’t intended to ask her, but he did not regret it. He wanted her to be the first thing that he saw every morning, the blanket thief in his bed each night, the clothing left strewn about the immaculate house, the other coffee cup on the counter top, and all the thousands of tiny things that are involved in sharing a life together.

“Hmm. You want me to move in with you so that we can always wake up together?”

“Aye. That’s one reason.” He answered after they rinsed off the soap.

“Not the only one?”

“There are so many reasons that I want to share a home with you, Emma. Move in with me and let me show them to you?”

The water seemed to roar more loudly in the quiet that followed. Time slowed in that cruel way it does when the next second will irrevocably impact your life. Perhaps, it is meant to help you prepare in case the ensuing second arrives ready to break you beyond repair. Maybe it is less malicious than that, a moment stretched out so that you know to pay attention and be fully present because what happens next matters.

Killian intently watched as thoughts and emotions flickered wildly behind Emma’s eyes, as she drew in a breath to answer, as she formed the words that propelled time suddenly forward.

“You do have a kitchen full of my favourite snacks,” Emma smiled excitedly up at him. His heart was cliche as it soared with joy.

“Aye, and these plush towels you love so much,” he said, wrapping her in a towel as they stepped out of the shower.

“And, that insanely large and comfortable bed.”

“Aye, and coffee,” he offered, “with cinnamon.”

“All with the vampire that I love.”

“All for the witch that I love.”

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The connection that they’d forged between them last night felt like a thread pulling and guiding them together. It was a bit strange at first - when she left to catch up with Anna, it had felt like a rubber band angry with being stretched to its limit. But, it quickly became a comfort, especially, after all the time they’d spent apart.

As he went about his day, checking security for the beach party and of the town, he grew accustomed to the gentle nudge at his chest urging him ever closer to her. At times, he was sure he could detect echoes of emotion that belonged to his witch.

There was also a new awareness of the strands of magic flowing around him and through him that he knew meant he’d absorbed some of her powers. He was a magical creature, his magic was an essential part of his being and ruled him, but her powers gave her control over magic. He wanted to explore this with her further, to ensure he could use her gifts without a cost to her and to experience the world as she did. Plus, he thought up some positions and games for them to try once he learned how her telekinesis worked.

He was completing a final check of the security plan for tomorrow’s event before heading to the beach party when he received an email from Smee reporting a new possible security risk.

“Bloody,” Killian cursed as he opened the missive. He couldn’t afford to overlook any potential situation just because he was anxious to get to the beach.

He skimmed the report - a non-issue. But, he’d been delayed far longer than he wished. He shut down his computer and cleaned off his desk when the echoes of emotion that had accompanied him through the bond all day fell silent.

His heart pounded as he pulled out his phone and called David. He was travelling at the height of his vampiric speed, the beach almost in view, as he listened to the phone ringing out.

The band was playing and the party was in full swing when he reached the shoreline. The tether to Emma tugged him away from the party. Fear that didn’t belong to him crawled up his spine - Emma.

“Hey, it’s David. Leave a message.”

Killian cursed, waiting for the beep. “Something has happened to Emma. I am tracking her and sharing my location with you. When you get this, find me. See you soon, mate.”

He followed that wonderful tug toward the abandoned mines. When he reached the entrance, he caught her scent mixed with another he knew well. Smee?

As if in answer to his question, Smee emerged from the dark.

“Sire?”

“Mr Smee,” Killian acknowledged. “Why aren’t you at your post?”

“I got a call about some werewolves causing trouble nearby. I came to check it out.”

Liar. The thought came from the magic swirling around him - Emma’s lie detector was more literal than he ever considered. The betrayal stung for a moment. The way his scent was so intermingled with Emma’s suggested that Smee was a part of what was happening with Emma. He wanted to demand answers, to hurt Smee the way Emma’s fear was hurting him, but he had to get to her. He didn’t want to waste time on Smee’s games.

He smiled at Smee, all teeth and predator. Smee had a moment to process the threat before Killian rushed him and tore his head from his shoulders in one quick movement. He left the body and head at the mouth of the shaft and entered the mine.

He could feel the anger radiating from her through the thread that connected them now. Anger meant she would find a way to fight, that would buy him time to reach her.

As he raced deeper into the mine, Killian’s chest started to burn as if it were being set on fire. What the fuck is happening?

He set his teeth against the crippling pain and pressed on. He encountered a few weak werewolves blocking his progress. A wave of his hand sent them into the rock wall, knocking them out, and clearing the way forward.

Screaming bounced around the dark walls around him and the scent of Emma’s blood was thick in the air. A growl tore through him as rage, red and hot, overtook him. He stormed forward, entering a cavern lined with sigils and one large stone slab where Emma was restrained and screaming as she battled a force he could not see.

Regina and Neal stood in the space, watching the brutal scene unfold before them. Regina’s mouth was moving quickly, chanting the spell that was attacking Emma. Neal turned to face him with a broad smile on his face. “She’s going to be mine, now,” Neal gloated in way of greeting.

Killian flung him against a wall to be dealt with later and turned his attention to the witch harming his mate. He darted toward her. She raised an arm, suspending him in mid-stride. Her chanting continued as she held him with little effort. He fought against Regina’s magic with all his strength but failed to overpower her magic, failed to stop Emma’s suffering.

Regina smiled.

Now would be a fantastic time to arrive, David.

Killian stopped fighting against Regina’s power. It wrapped around him and held him in place. A witch’s magic would always be more powerful than the raw strength of either a vampire or a werewolf. It was how the gods kept the balance between the creatures. He just needed to figure out some other way to best her.

An itch in his fingers alerted him of a change in the magic restraining him. It was gathering at his fingertips, aligning with the magic at his call, no longer holding him in place but awaiting his commands.

He snarled forcing the magic back into Regina. It halted her chanting before tearing her into pieces from the inside out. A pile of purple dust gathered where the villainess had just stood. “Bloody hell.” Emma’s magic was a truly terrifying and wonderful thing.

Turning to the slab, he waved away her restraints and pulled her into his arms. She was unconscious as he turned to take her out of this hell. But she was safe, now. He gripped her tight to him, the relief of her heart beating against his chest almost brought him to his knees.

“I think I hear something in this direction.”

“David, my magic says they are this way.” Mary Margaret’s voice rang out through the tunnels.

“Mary Margaret. David. We’re here.” Killian called, his voice breaking with emotion. She’s safe, now. She will be okay.

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For every day that Emma did not wake, Killian carved a reminder into Neal’s flesh. For every time she called out Killian’s name during her endless slumber, he would break a bone, heal it, and break it again. The hisses and cries of her tormentor did very little to ease his anger, but even a drop of water is worth collecting if you’re dying of thirst.

He entered the cell holding Neal, for now, ready to claim his flesh as the seventh day passed without any change. They had healed her with his venom, the bones in her hand knitted together days ago, her body was healthy but her mind was still out of reach. He felt like he was slowly losing parts of himself every day she stayed in this state. Perhaps, it was why he was enjoying taking parts from Neal so much.

Neal looked up as Killian entered, the fear behind his eyes dulled from the day before, and his posture seemed resigned but no longer hopeless. A dark feeling crept through Killian, his jaw clenching against it.

“How’s Ems?”

“You don’t get to ask.” Killian shut the door behind him, the lock engaging automatically behind him with a quiet click. “I do apologise, Neal, for you seem to have mistaken yourself for a guest in my home. Or a plaything that I intend to keep around for some time.”

Neal’s eyes widened and the sharp acidic scent of fear filled the air as it dawned on him that tonight was going to be different than the previous six. Killian’s smirk was all hungry predator toying with his prey. “I assure you that I intend to rectify those misconceptions most thoroughly before I leave tonight. I am afraid that does mean that you won’t live to see tomorrow, mate.”

Killian smiled when Neal rallied his courage to make a last stand against him. He was hungry for a fight. Neal attacked first, lunging for Killian with his fangs extended as if they would pose any threat to Killian. Killian laughed without humour knocking the weaker vampire to the ground. He put his boot against Neal’s arm, pinning him to the floor.

“She will never forgive you for killing me.” Neal spit out. Killian increased the pressure on Neal’s arm until a satisfying crack split the air. Neal grunted in pain, tears leaking from his eyes.

“She doesn’t like you nearly as much as you’ve told yourself,” Killian said smoothly.

“She’ll leave you. That’s what she does.” Neal’s voice was between a whimper and a whine, a pathetic sound befitting the creature he was.

A light knock at the door prevented Killian from responding. Killian’s heart squeezed in his chest, he knew what that knock meant.

“Goodbye, Neal.” Killian dug his hook into Neal’s chest piercing his black heart. Neal pulled in one last wheezing breath before Killian grabbed a fistful of his hair. “I can’t say you’ll be missed,” Killian growled as he pulled.

Killian kicked the heap of Neal’s body before turning on his heel and leaving the cell. David stood outside of the door. He nodded slightly to Killian, a small smile tugging at this lips, as Killian emerged from the room. Pulse racing, Killian turned to the guard he’d posted at the door, “Will, dispose of the tosser and ensure he is properly turned to ash.”

“Yes, sire.”

“Good man.” Killian made his way back to his room in the best spirits he’d been in all week.

Emma was waking.

#cssns23 #vampire!Killian #witch!Emma #Emma x Killian #Emma Swan #Killian Jones #Captain Swan #CS AU fanfic #CS modern AU fanfic #OUAT AU fanfic #inspired by Stay A Spell #ouat captain hook #killian x emma #cs fanfic #once upon a time #ouat #cs ff #art by cocohook38

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jennifersblog-en · 3 months

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"Once Upon a Time"-Inspired Dreamy Beret

After surfing the web for an ideal accessory for several hours, I have finally found a free pattern on Ravelry by Leslie Dalton that replicates the beret worn by Mary Margaret/Snow White in ABC’s Once Upon A time. I immediately saw its potential: it’s not cosplay, but it is “inspired by”, it’s a bit preppy, and it can be very classy, depending on the rest of the outfit.

I knew right away that this beret could be one of my basics.

Therefore, since it is a staple item, I did not stray away from the original; I have kept it a neutral white. It also makes it an item I associate with the winter season.

Although the cable design gave me a little bit of “finger exercise” and a few drops of sweat, I think it is exactly what makes this hat so beautiful, so it was very well worth the effort! This beret is such a fun and versatile item. Plus, because of its original inspiration, it makes me feel like fairy tale royalty… and all for the very affordable cost of reclaimed white yarn and a few hours of effort while (rather passively and inattentively) watching television. It was very well worth it.

#beret #hat #inspired by #Leslie Dalton #once upon a time #ABC's OUAT #knitting #fashion #fashion collection #pre fall #2024 #romantic #fashion blogger #fashion blog #handmade fashion #inspiration #jennifersblog

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victoriously-wicked · 7 months

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Fiyero (grinning) : Elphaba’s finally starting to see me for the man I am!

Avaric: *scoffs*

Avaric: A high school dropout with a partying problem?

#wicked #elphaba thropp #wicked musical #wicked the musical #fiyero tiggular #fiyero tigelaar #fiyeraba #incorrectquotes #incorrect quotes #incorrect wicked quotes #source: once upon a time #inspiration: once upon a time

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robinsnest2111 · 1 month

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continuation of the quasi sickfic snippet.

Randy manages to hold onto consciousness till the end of his shift but only barely. Its obvious he's not fit to drive home by himself.

Chris and his girlfriend could care less what happens to their whimpy coworker, their boss has dipped early. Benson is the only one who is somewhat concerned.

Instead of asking Randy for his home address and driving him home and delivering him into the (overbearing, smothering) hands of his mom, you know, like a NORMAL person, he decides to take the fever stricken boy home with him. Leads him to his car, deposits him in the passenger seat, lifts his legs inside one by one. Randy immediately sinks into himself, visibly deflating, as soon as his behind makes contact with the cushion and his legs are inside the vehicle.

Benson turns down the radio to a more comfortable volume, pretty sure that Randy is fighting a losing battle against a nasty headache at this point. Reaches over to lower the passenger side window, letting the air flow cool Randy's flushed face.

Halfway home, Benson realises that he now has to find a place for Randy to rest, has to take care of him, has to make sure the boy doesn't succumb to whatever virus it is that's got him in this sorry state. Are there even any meds at home? When was the last time he was sick? He quietly curses himself and his less than thought through decision. The worry about Randy got the better of him.

He makes a quick stop at a pharmacy and a convenience store, picks up the basics of anti-inflammatory painkillers and a couple cans of cheap chicken soup. That'll have to do.

When they make it to the house Benson shares with his mom, Randy is barely responding. Which is concerning. The fever must be in full swing already. He picks the boy up, he's lighter than he looks, which is also concerning. Does he get enough food at home? No wonder this cold has knocked him on his ass in less than 24 hours.

He walks through the front door, past his mom and down the hallway, straight into his room. He places Randy down on his bed, draping his arms and legs into a somewhat comfortable position. Fixes the pillow under his head. That'll have to do for now.

Benson makes his way back out to his car, getting the painkillers and the soup cans. Walks back into the house and into the kitchen, ignoring his mom's questions. At least for the rest of today. It's all about taking care of the boy his boy now, and trying to not fuck it all up.

#help idk if this will become a series or no #but inspiration struck and who am i to deny the call lmao #anyway heavily drawing from previous personal experience here #once upon a time i was a sick teen and went to a sleepover. did some shopping around the city beforehand #and i could literally feel the fever delirium taking hold of me #the friends i was with bought medication for me and bundled me up on the sofa #fed me snacks and gave me water periodically #i was so out of it i can only remember the start of the day #but yeah anyway SICKFIC MY BELOVED HAHA #robin's writing adventures #stockroom syndrome #ranson #the passenger 2023

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