the tales of beauty and the beast

Beauty and the Beast 

Whole intro, now with music and credits. Graphic design assignment, we were supposed to create intro for a show or a movie, around 30 seconds, technique of choice. I decided to try parallax, and though I had no experience with animation at all, I think it turned out quite nice))
Animation is 100% my work, music is Fairy Tales borrowed from Cinders - a really nice indie visual novel. 

The fairy tale of Beauty and the Beast assumed a female audience on the whole, one who fully expected to be given away by their fathers to men who might well strike them as monsters.
—  Marina Warner, From the Beast to the Blonde, 1995
Beauty and the Beast - Part Two

Request(s):

  1. (@aliaisreal​)  It is an older one, yeah. I spent two days reading every single one of your imagines. (Thanks for the list of your masterlist!) So for the part two, I think you stopped at the yellow dress bit. I don’t think waltzing is something Peter can do so… I think they should just have a walk down the beach of have him show her his favorite spot in neverland. Basically they are becoming closer and closer until she learnt about Peter’s hourglass or some sort. ©
  2. © she’d fall in love with him either way and that’s where she had this true love’s kiss stopping Peter’s curse…? 
  3. (@one-in-neverland) For the Beauty and the Beast request how about reader said something like “you remembered” cause he remembered it’s her favorite tale. Then they go dancing and he’s all like “why did you really help me that day?” And she’s all like “I didn’t realize it before but I have feelings for you. And I care and I get worried” or setting then they live happy ever after

Warnings: none

Notes: Final imagine for Pan. Also, you spent two days reading them? Wow, I’m flattered! Lol

Part One

“You remembered,” you breathed.

“Of course. How could I forget? You’re always talking about the tale,” Peter chuckled.

He grabbed your hand, you feeling a tingly sensation with his touch. Peter stared at you with a look he hadn’t really given you before. It made your heart beat faster.

“Sorry I can’t do the dancing part. I don’t like dancing, nor do I know how. So let us walk. I want to show you something.”

You nodded your head, smiling like a fool. Peter led you down the Neverland paths, taking you to a part of the island you had never seen before. You actually hadn’t explored much of Neverland to begin with. Seeing what beauties it held made the occasion more pleasant. 

“So… why did you really help me that day? You know, trade with Henry.”

“Oh…” You began thinking, still holding his hand and walking. “I couldn’t let Henry die. He’s a sweet kid who has such a life ahead of him. He’s so young, so innocent.”

Peter gave you a look. “I know that’s not entirely the truth.”

Blush appeared on your cheeks. You squeezed Peter’s hand, pressing into his side.

“I might have… feelings for you. I always denied them because… because…”

“I’m a villain? I’m evil and morbid?”

“Yeah…” You chuckled quietly. “But what can I say? The heart wants what it wants. And mine wants you. If you want mine to save this island and yourself, then by all means, do it.”

Peter gripped your hand tighter. He became tense. You didn’t know it, but goosebumps formed on his skin and he felt something weird in his chest. He’d never felt this before.

“You’re willing to do that for me? Just like that? Give up your life?”

You only nodded. 

“I don’t think… I could do that to you.”

You looked at Peter with concern. You knew time was running out. He didn’t have much time left before the magic would run out and he would die. But before you could protest, he stopped in his tracks.

“Here’s what I wanted to show you.”

Right before your eyes, you saw a lovely beach scenery. The water was a healthy blue. It was so clear you could see the colorful fish and coral. Not only that, but the sand was white and soft. Usually you hated sand. The texture made you uncomfortable. But this sand was soft and pretty. The entire scene was pretty.

“Peter, this is so beautiful.”

“It’s my favorite place in Neverland. It’s a little hard to find, but it’s here.”

You grabbed Peter’s other hand, smiling the entire time. You stood in front of him, looking in his eyes. You were going to get him to dance. 

“I’m going to teach you how to dance. Right here, right now.” Your voice was hushed. 

Peter grimaced a little but went with it. You started to slowly move, helping him. He was dancing though. It was nice and slow. A little rocky at first, but he got the hang of it. You two were ballroom dancing, and you felt real magic. 

You gazed into Peter’s green eyes. They were so light when the sun hit them. They looked marvelous. You couldn’t help but stare. And his lips were so full. You wanted to kiss him badly, but weren’t sure if you should. Though Peter must’ve read your mind because next thing you knew he was leaning in.

Your lips touched his, pressing against them. You both kissed, feeling strange feelings erupt in your stomachs and chests. Neither of you had truly been in love before, and these feelings were proving that this was real love. You both felt magic.

“You’re a good dancer for a beginner,” you giggled, pressing your forehead against his.

“And you’re a good kisser.”

You bit your bottom lip, once again smiling like an idiot. 

What happened next, however, took you both by surprise. Across the way you could see Skull Rock. It was glowing from the inside, and Peter perked up. He stared intently at it, eyes going wide. Before he could respond t what was happening, actual magic spewed out of every crack in Skull Rock. It engulfed the island, and Peter.

You became worried, not knowing what was happening. You held onto him, scared to let go.

“What’s happening?” You asked anxiously. 

“I don’t know,” Peter responded, which made you worry even more.

The magic soon disappeared, almost as quickly as it came. The island looked fuller, and Peter looked brighter in a sense. Everything looked healthier than before. You thought Neverland looked beautiful then, but now it was fantastic looking. It was greener and brighter and healthier. Same with Peter.

“The curse… It’s gone. I’m going to live!” Peter picked you up and swirled your around. 

“What? How! I didn’t… The heart?”

“I thought it was impossible… but I maybe your kiss was enough.”

You breathed, smiling. You kissed Peter again, holding him so closely to you. You never wanted to let him go. And you knew you would never do so. He was going to live, and you were going to be his partner in crime. His lover, his princess. Things were going to turn out finer than expected, and that made you the happiest girl alive.

What we really need is an adaptation of the original 1740 The Beauty and the Beast

So were you aware that the The Beauty and the Beast story we all know is a heavily abridged and rewritten version of a much longer novella by Gabrielle-Suzanne Barbot de Villeneuve?  And that a lot of the plot holes existing in the current versions exist because the 1756 rewrite cut out the second half of the novella, which consisted entirely of the elaborate backstory that explains all the weird shit that happened before?  And that the elaborate backstory is presented in a way that’s kind of boring because the novel had only just been invented in 1740 and no one knew how they worked yet, but contains a bazillion awesome ideas that beg for a modern retelling?  And that you are probably not aware that the modern world needs this story like air but the modern world absolutely needs this story like air?  Allow me to explain:

The totally awesome elaborate backstory that explains Beauty and the Beast

  • Once upon a time there was a king, a queen, and their only son
  • But while the prince was still in his infancy, in a neat reversal of how these fairy tales usually go, the king tragically died, leaving his wife to act as Regent until their son reaches maturity
  • Unfortunately, the rulers of all the lands surrounding them go, “Hmm, the kingdom is ruled by a woman now, it must be weak, time for an invasion!”
  • And the Queen goes, “Well, if I let some general fight all these battles for me, he’ll totally amass enough fame and power to make a bid for the throne; if I want to protect my son’s crown, I have no choice but to take up arms and lead the troops myself!
  • (Btw, I want to stress that this woman is not Eowyn or Boudica and nothing in the way her story is presented suggests that she had any interest martial exploits before or in any way came to enjoy them during these battles.  This is a perfectly ordinary court lady who would much rather be embroidering altar covers for the royal chapel and playing with her child until necessity made her go, “Oh no, this sucks, I guess I have to become a Warrior Queen now” and she just happened to kick ass at it anyway.)
  • And the Queen totally kicked ass, but the whole “twice as good for half the credit” thing meant that no matter how many battles she won, potential enemies refused to take her and her army seriously until she had defeated them so no sooner would she fend off one invasion than another one would pop up on a different border.
  • So she spent the majority of her young son’s life away from the castle leading armies, but it was OK because she left him in the care of her two best friends, who just happen to be fairies!  This was an awesome idea because a) fairies have magic, and therefore are like the best people to protect the prince from any threats and b) fairies consider themselves to be so above humanity that the lowest fairy outranks the highest mortal, so they’d have no interest in taking a human throne.  Good thing they were both good fairies instead of one good and one evil one!
  • (Spoiler:  they were not both good fairies.)
  • So the two fairies basically take turns raising the prince until he’s old enough to rule.  And on the eve of his twenty-first birthday, the evil older one comes into the prince’s bedroom.
  • “So listen, kid.  You’re about to become king, your mother’s on her way home from the war to see you crowned, and I have a third piece of good news for you!  You see, I’ve actually been spending so much time here lately because Fairyland’s become a bit too hot to hold me for reasons totally not related to me being secretly evil.  And if I have to hang in the human world, I might as well reside in the upper echelons of it, so even though as a powerful fairy I completely eclipse your puny human status in a staggeringly unimaginable way, since you’re about to be king and since my premonition that I should stick this whole guardianship thing out because you would be hot one day has totally proved accurate (go me), I will graciously lower myself to allowing you to marry me.  Please feel free to grovel at my feet in gratitude.  (Btw, we can totally start the wedding night now, we’ll tell your mother about it when she arrives tomorrow.)”

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i need this okay

Ace Belle.

Look, Ace Belle is not just into the whole…. sex thing, okay? Just no.  She wants to read her books, to travel the world and maybe, just maybe, she can find someone who’s going to understand, that she’s not broken or unnatural, that she can love

(But sometimes, in those dim hours before dawn breaks, Belle gives in to the fear that she is broken, that she can read about romance and kisses and love and desire and smile but not want it for herself and that she’s unnatural and sick for not wanting these things, these silly sweet things that most girls her age have dreamed of, that lead to marriage and the wedding bed.)

And the main problem with Gaston is that he doesn’t get this - because he’s the one convinced that he can fix her - that she’s just frigid or repressed and that if she just puts the books away, the right man (read: Gaston) can “awaken her passions.”

And Belle knows this is bullshit. So she makes it a point to run far, far away from Gaston whenever he comes skulking around and that her skin crawls when he tries to touch her and that the thought of being his “little wife” makes her physically ill. 

So eventually Belle meets the Beast - in pretty much the same way we’re familiar with - and the Beast knows he’s on a timetable, that he’s got to find true love and break the spell and all that jazz. 

Except he becomes friends with Belle first.  And they end up sharing interests and stories and jokes and snark and laughter and finally, finally, Belle trusts him enough with her secret, the one where she thinks she’s different

(broken)

and that she can love with all her heart but there’s something different

(unnatural)

in her love and they have told her that her kind of love isn’t true at all, that it’s not any kind of love, period. 

And the Beast is enraged.  Not at Belle - but at everyone who’s ever made her feel this way, that her friendship was not enough, that her heart is not enough, that somehow this bright, beautiful, kind girl - who’d become his first friend in all these lonely years and whose made him realize that his enchanted servants were also his truest friends, not just frightened, paid lackeys - that they made Belle believe she was broken.

“You are not broken,” The Beast tells her.  “You are Belle and I love you just as you are.”

The Beast knows he has laid his heart before her and he’s terrified and defiant all at the same time but it’s his own truth, curse or no curse. 

Belle’s smile is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.  And she tells him that she loves him too, just as he is. 

The curse breaks and the Beast is a Prince again and she looks at him in wonder and reaches out to touch his face, to look into his eyes.  Belle knows her Beast because his eyes have never changed. 

When he kisses her, he asks her first and hesitantly, she nods and that first kiss is sweet for both of them but she is pale and she trembles and he reminds her, “Did I not tell you? You are not broken. You are Belle and I love you just as you are.”

And Belle knows her Beast, her Prince, will never ask for more than she can give, will never demand her body in his bed or believe that he could somehow “awaken” her supposed “desires.”

That kind of understanding and respect is the truest sort of love.  

They make this - I love you just as you are - part of their wedding vows.

And they carry on as they have always done, because they both love their books and their stories and the two of them wander the world together hand in hand and they love each other, earnest and true and happily ever after.

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Commission for a little canadian fabric shop. The whole composition is based on the original tales. This work really exausted me, the worst part was balance colors and composition, but at least i’m satisfied. Some zoom on the single character may help you see better all the details :)