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seaslugfanclub · 4 months
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I’m really glad the asks are open!
Can I get a scenario of Disney Villains reaction of reader talking and flirting to their crush? I thought it will be funny with two sides divided, with one side cheering her on while the other side being overprotective. The reader gets embarrassed right after the villains found out about her crush
Nobody Needs To Know…
The (Y/N)’s Pamphlet
(I’m so sorry for that Hamilton reference)
“Oh yeah, hummus time~ come to papa—“
It was Hades who first walked in on (Y/N) laying it on thick with their crush in the breakroom
Cue a good 5 minutes of silence between the lord of the dead and his mortified caretaker, their crush quickly slipping away to avoid awkwardness.
“…”
“Please don’t tell anyone.”
“Oh I’m gonna tell everybody~”
Yeah, the news of (Y/N)’s crush spread around the villains faster than wildfire
every time (Y/N) would walk into the villains common room they’d be hounded with questions from the nosier villains (Cruella, Medusa, Facilier, etc..) while also being tormented with annoying kissy sounds and fake moans from the jerkier characters (mostly Gaston and Hades)
Oh, and completely ignore Hook sobbing dramatically in his room while holding a photo of (Y/N), he’s totally not jealous of their crush AT ALL
Most of the time the villains are bored out of their minds, so this was the closest thing they got to entertainment here at the park
You know damn well that magic users like Ursula and Jafar used their powers to spy on (Y/N)s crush, finding out who they are as a person. Making sure they met all of their standards cause god knows (Y/N) deserves the best (i.e them)
Honest John pick pocketed the crushes wallet to get their information (when caught by (Y/N), he excuses it as an opportunity for them to return the wallet and appear as the hero to their crush)
Most of the villains are SUPER protective
Any time (Y/N)’s goes to interact with their crush, they’ll turn around to spot the villains spying on them from the bushes
Imagine seeing flaming blue hair, a plumed hat, and fox ears sticking out of the bushes
When called out, they all come running over to the pair, acting like your stereotypical embarrassing parents
Hades subtly threatens (Y/N)s crush that if they even have the thought of hurting them, their souls going into Tartarus’s pit
Hook just glares at (Y/N)s crush, muttering to himself about how he’s the far superior companion
Honest John Compliments their drivers license photo with a smile
Overall, most of the villains enjoy watching (Y/N) trying to flirt, and most are pretty supportive
As long as their crush treats them well, who knows? Mabye they’ll be invited to (Y/N)’s and the villains weekly dinner.
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Disney Villains Only being able to Speak their First Language to Eachother
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Hey fellow Hetalians (No such thing as an ex-Hetalian, y'all know that), remember that post about all the characters only being able to speak their countries official languages for a day?? And the chaos that would've ensued?? This is inspired by that post XD
Imagine the Disney Villains getting hexed by like, Mama Odie or Merryweather or Merlin or someone, so they can all only speak and understand their first language for a month.
Yes. A whole month.
The Toon Patrol are seriously struggling because Greasy keeps talking really fast Spanish at them but the rest have no idea what he's saying. Eventually Smartass decides to lock him in a separate room until this can be figured out and you can just hear banging and vague Spanish coming out the crack.
Ernesto is trying to figure out what some of the English speakers are saying because every 11th word is kinda familiar and they speak slow (Especially the rotund, yodelling fellow) but he keeps getting distracted by this faint Spanish yelling coming from another room.
Hades and Jafar stand off to the side near a wall just watching all the mess. They cant understand each other of course but no one else can understand them either so there's really nothing else to do. Hades will occasionally point something out, like Gaston leaning his sweaty arm on Frollo's shoulder and Frollo struggling to not buckle under the weight, and they'll chuckle. (Yes, laughter. The universal language XD)
Speaking of the French speakers-- they're suffering. Frollo hates his fellow French speakers for all being such sinners, Lady Tremaine hates the others because they're idiots or they have too much attitude towards her (*Cough* mal), Maleficent looks down on them all because they're all magic-less plebs, Edgar hates them because they all have money, and Gaston keeps talking about himself and someone is going to hit him. But they all try to keep it together, keep it classy, though most of them have elected to just not talk except for Gaston.
The oddest pairing is probably Hans and Ursula. She speaks Danish, or a dialect similar to it, and he is either Norwegian or Icelandic. If he's Norwegian, they're trying to figure out what the other is saying. Its mostly Ursula flirting with him and him carefully deciphering her words... and then facepalming. ikke til å tro (Unbelievable). But she keeps making like she has something important to tell him, like how to fix this huge predicament, and he keeps falling for it XD
Hilda and Mother Gothel speak German together and basically check out of this mess- like, do they want to understand what insanity Gaston and Jafar are saying again?? Or Frollo?? Haha, No...
Scroop speaks a harsh alien dialect and Silver's just standing next to him like yeah, yeah... you know i dont understand a word you're saying? *... realises scroop cant understand him either and sighs* Ahhh... *Rubs the bridge of his nose*
Rourke approaches the Horned King, curious why he's just standing there doing nothing and gets a string of growly Welsh and promptly... leaves... Like nope. Not today. That crap sounded like an ancient curse and that is not on todays schedule, thanks.
Clayton claims to have visited half these countries (Truth) and could figure out what many of the other villains are saying if he wanted (Exaggeration) so Cruella's like okay great... go and Captain Hook's like that's marvelous! go ahead then my good fellow!. He goes up to Shan Yu and immediately fails.
Shan Yu is usually pretty quiet around the other villains, so him standing there unreadable though faintly amused by them all is... not out of the ordinary XDD
If you have more to add, please feel free! XD
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frie-ice · 8 days
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Screengrabs from the animated trailer for the Octavinelle Dorm from Disney’s Twisted Wonderland.
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annteri · 1 year
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Oh poor unfortunates souls 🐙🐚
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francis-writes · 1 year
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Regarding my last ask about alt-fasion reader, I was thinking Dr Facilier, Hades, Jafar, Ursula, Gaston and Frollo
Hey! Sorry but i didn't include dr facilier, i just had no idea what to write about him
Disney villains with reader who wears alt fashion
Hades He just thinks that you look really hot. Your outfit was probably first thing that catched his eye and then he noticed that you're even more stunning so he came closer and started flirting with you (just as he always do, we know how smooth he can be) Hades spoils you with new clothes, accessories, whatever you would dream about. Even if you don't ask, he will often buy you something he thought you would like and make you a surprise gift. Everything for you.
Jafar Jafar knows some things about fashion, he's always well dressed and he knows how to make impression but for him clothes are a way to show his wealth and position. So he may have some problems with understanding that you dress ignoring conventional trends just to express yourself through your style. But he encourages you to do whatever you please and spoils you with new clothes. Whatever to make you happy.
Ursula She's the most enthusiastic about your style. Ursula isn't afraid of showing her style and she really appreciates people who are bold enough to look as they want. She may also get curious and dress one day in your style.
Gaston Honestly, at the beggining he's skeptical. Gaston is a conservative after all and he never saw alt fashion before so it's new to him (and he has problems with accepting changes in his worldview) But it doesn't long last before he starts to appreciate your look. Not that he becomes fan of this style himself, he just decides that hot person is hot however they dress.
Frollo First thought, he wants to send your soul straight to hell but lets be honest, he wants to send there practically everybody except himself. He's quite suspicious at the beginning as he would be with every outfit that isn't conservative and overly modest. It also looks a bit... witchy to him. But (of course he won't admit it, trying to keep the mask of a pious judge) it really turns him on. He may become more... flirty? Seductive? Whatever you call his specific way of trying to ask someone out.
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ribbonpinky-art · 8 days
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needed to get this out of my system
female bullying.png + a doodle of wifey materializing behind me
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marble-running · 19 days
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Do you ever think about how Ursula is Mal's cousin
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shittydevotedservant · 11 months
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I would like to contribute the twst fandom
Bibically Accurate Floyd and Jade Leech
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These are Human Flotsam and Jetsom from A Part of Your World Twisted Tale Graphic novel. (Pictures taken from my friend)
Human Jetsom
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My friend couldn't find any Human flotsam
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purple-winged-angel · 2 years
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I like the idea of hanging out with Ursula and learning different kinds of magic. Wish we could still have her and Ariel as hang out buddies, at least with fishing? It feels a lot more difficult to level up their friendship.
I’m using the red racoon companion as a stand in for my Daemon Tem, and nobody can stop me >:3
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How would 7 parents react to Yuu having a nightmare about something bad happening to them (them as in the parents)?
Great 7: Nightmares
I read so much wiki lore, please look at Evil queen's wiki and see how much wasted potential she had along with how down bad the animators were for her. I was listening to the musical of The Scarlet Pumpernickel and it gave inspiration for Qoh. A majority of these are from a mix of the live-action and animated movies along with video games, Starkid's Twisted (for scar and Ursula), and PattyCake.
Reader is GN however in QoH Part it is mentioned that some refer to you as "Madame/Lord/Liege" interchangeably and occasionally wears dresses as I believe gender norms are very different in the Hearts Kingdom given… Everything… other than that there's no description for Yuu. This is an AU where the Great 7 are in Yuu's head and are Yuu’s parents.
Jafar
You woke up in complete darkness, with no way at all to see what was in front of you. The strange floor you lay on was made of an uncomfortable metal that dug into you. The scent of damp brass hung heavy in the air, violating your nose. Just where the hell were you?
Attempting to sit up you felt your head press into a wall, not even an inch above where you rose from. Ow, okay perhaps it's just a low ceiling. A very low ceiling. Spreading your arms or legs, or rather attempting to, makes you realize you had no room to work with. No matter how many ways you push and bend your limbs, the walls refuse to budge. Arching your back made your ribs and stomach feel the damp, cool brass above you.
You started to panic in the pitch-black 'room' if you dared to even call it that. You kicked your legs as much as you could and struggled. The walls seemed to get lower and lower. You couldn't even turn your body or move your arms from your sides at some point. The metal walls made your labored and panicked breaths echo in the box you were in. The dark place so quiet you could only hear your own heartbeat and the deep breaths you took.
You couldn't move, you couldn't see. You couldn't even scream without it echoing back at you. The metal scent is all there was. Scent so strong you can practically taste it. The metal wall above your face was mildly damp from your breathing. You can't even see yourself. In that moment you knew you were trapped. You could never get out. You were all alone and stuck in here forever. It was only you and the mildly damp brass holding you down in place. 
Tears started to form as you realized your fate of either losing it or starving here in this brass prison. You let out a gut-wrenching scream that cuts off once you open your eyes. You can see. Looking around you realized you were in the rickety old bed at Ramshackle, Grim softly snoring right next to you.
You sat up in a cold sweat and slipped out of bed, making your way to the bathroom. Some cold water will cool you off. 'Child, what are you doing up?' You heard some of the seven speak. 'Oh, poor thing had a nightmare.' 'It's okay we're here.' 'Staying up too late is bad for you, get back to sleep' all their voices melded together to where you can barely tell who was who. One voice stood out amongst them.
'This may have been my fault.' Jafar? You scrubbed your face with cold water and took in a few breaths. 'I think some of my memories may have bled into your dreams, diamond.' "Memories?" You voice a whisper as you ground yourself. It was quiet for a moment? And you can feel Jafar stare solemnly in the distance. 'Of my defeat.'
"When you were sealed away…" your voice trailed off. Jafar, or rather Iago, mentioned that. Sealed way by a Djinn in an oil lamp. Was that it? Jafar, the illusion of him, glanced over at you. Sharing a mind with them was a blessing at times. 'Yes, that was it. That was the damned lamp I was sealed into' you hear him curse about a damned street rat for a moment before sighing. 
'I honestly thought I was going to go mad…' You frowned, recalling the feeling. Stuck in the world's smallest prison in the pitch black. Nothing but yourself unable to move an inch. For years. 'I'm sorry you had to see that, but thankfully, that reality is no more now. At least like this, I have a little freedom.' You smile a bit and nod. It never occurred to you just how awful Jafar's fate was. You took in another breath, "I'll free you all one day, I promise." 'That can wait until later, go back to bed.' You couldn't tell who that was actually, Jafar or maybe even Scar, annoyed from being awakened. You chuckle a bit then nodded. 
Jafar was no longer suffering. And you promise to find all of your family a happily ever after. One step at a time though, and it was time to go to sleep. At least now the feeling of Jafar brushing your hair out of your face as you drift off puts you at ease.
Mary Elizabeth Hearts (Queen of Hearts) 
Alice. Wonderland's resident troublemaker. Always sticking her nose into places it doesn't belong. Disrupting the delicately organized chaos that creates harmony in this world. That damned brat. This is all her fault.
Wonderland is a place of carefully constructed chaos that has its own set of rules. An outlander like her could never understand. What may be seen as mindless violence to one, is a necessary balance to the other. That is what your mother, Mary Elizabeth Hearts has taught you ever since you were a child. Her many wacky and mundane rules held up the very principles that the kingdom depends on. Every single rule has its purpose.
To many outside the kingdom Mary, the Queen of Hearts was a cruel and intimidating figure. To those in the kingdom, however, she was their idol, their upholder of laws. And to you, she was your beloved mother. What people failed to realize is how happy the kingdom was. With every beheading came a celebration and with every day came a new story. 
Your mother's rules were poetry, the foundation on which millions of citizens relied on, and you did your damned best to uphold those rules. You were the crown child of the queen. The lord everyone bowed to. The liege everyone sang tales of. The Madame that everyone longed for and adored. The guillotine that enforced your mother's orders, beheading all those who opposed her. The civilians would idolize your blade work, and the servants would immediately get you a new change of dress or suit whenever a drop of blood stained it.
Yet despite this all, people were happy, so why? Why must she have done this? You looked over the dilapidated kingdom. From when Alice fled and brought back an army. Little did she know what "freeing" your people would do. The disrupted balance of the land ruined the lives of millions all because of her– and your mother. How could she?
Donning your mother's tattered dress and crown, you retrieved her royal battleaxe, ready to show the world just who this Madame Guillotine was. Just what His Royal Executioner could do. You would restore your kingdom. Wiping the dirt and tears off your face, you charged into the battlefield. A feeling of a hot iron piercing through you is what startles you awake. 
"Little Crown? Rose? Are you alright?!" You felt the Queen shake you as much as she could as a ghost, her voice laced with concern. "Sweetheart, are you alright?" Your eyes shot wide as you looked over at her. Your shock faded as you hugged the ghost in front of you.
"You're here and you're alive… I had a dream where… Alice…" The Queen cringes at the mention of her. "There there, my little crown, I am with you. Alice isn't anywhere near us…" you hear your mother mutter under her breath. You focused on her embrace and gentle touches. You swear to her, what you'll bring her back. You will bring all of them back.
Maleficent 
"No! Wait! Stop! Don't hurt her! Please, that's my mother, don't hurt her!" You pleaded, voice hoarse from crying out."Don't do this! Please! She never hurt anyone! Please!" You struggled against the magic chains that the king's soldiers held you in, the reinforced iron jingling as you struggled against it. Tears rolled down your face at the sight of your mother. Bound very much like you. Wings now stumps from the cruel king that stood in front of her.
The large jet-black dragon let out a few pitiful shrieks as the iron chains burned against her skin. The sickening smell of smoke and burnt flesh was nauseating. Your own chains didn't allow you to move at all. It sapped you of all your strength and you struggled to even keep your eyes open, you couldn't even imagine what your mother felt. 
The sight of your mother's beautiful wings that she once embraced you with being torn off would forever be burned into your memory. The beating wings flapped and struggled, attempting to reunite and attach to their owner before more guards came and chained them up. The delicate scaley leather burned against the iron chains, filling the air with an awful smoke. "No!" You screamed out. "Mother! Mom!"
You dropped the formalities as you began to sob, locking on to the dragon's sad eyes through her bindings. The king— the bastard that attempted to slay your mother years ago and failed, had returned. After years of slandering her kind and fear-mongering did he raise enough troops to slay her. His hand held a fine iron blade, sharpened to the finest point there is. First, it was her wings. Now it was gonna be her head. And next, it might be you.
"MOM!!" You shrieked out, managing to pick up enough momentum to escape the grip of your captors and run to her. There was no way you would have made it. As quickly as his arm rose, it fell, and you heard the sickening screech of a dying dragon crying out. Her body began to wither and dematerialize as you stayed down on the dirt where you fell earlier. All you could do was watch the light in her eyes fade away. "Mom…"
You nearly woke up with an agonized shriek at the back of your throat. Sitting up quickly and panting, you held your head in your hands. That stupid king. That stupid fucking king. You'll never forgive him. the stories your mother told you of him. Making her fall in love only to burn off her wings. "Child? What are you doing up so late?" You heard her voice and you breathed a sigh of relief.
"I had a dream that that king came back and hurt you again…" Maleficent was quiet as she approached, her clawed hand gently wiping away a tear. "Him…" She look off into the distance and sighed at the memory. "You do not need to worry about him. I could destroy him in an instant and reclaim my wings." The fae spoke in a calm yet gentle matter-of-fact way that stabilized you.
"Plus you have the other six of us here, not counting the familiars at least" Hades spoke in his usual velvety voice. "Familiars?!" Iago screeched, "I'll have you know‐" "Silence." Jafar interrupted. "Now is not the time.
"Moms? Dads? Can you teach me some more fighting techniques tomorrow? I want to get stronger. For all of us." A carefully manicured hand brushed through your hair and you felt a large furry body press against you, either Scar or one of the hyenas. "Oh, you're so cute" "What a sweet child." The sea witch and the hearts queen coo at you. Maleficent sighs at everyone's interruptions. "Of course. We never intended to have your talents go to waste, to begin with." It was much easier to sleep after that.
Queen Grimhilde (Evil Queen)
A queen will never be as powerful as the king. She is simply there to look pretty and proper. Eye candy for the men at meetings. A pretty woman can't also be intelligent either. You are either pretty and dumb or smart but ugly. If she were both, she'd simply be too powerful and intimidating for men.
Grimhilde saw it all. If you show your personality, you will be attacked for your looks. If you look pretty, they attack your personality. Vanity is insanity unless it pleases the people around you. It's the very first thing you learn as a young girl. 
Fine then. She will play the part of the dumb obedient Queen for now. No one saw the death of her husband coming. The king poisoned and fed to the panthers. No one suspected it was her, or what came next. One of the kingdom's finest rulers that held the world in a heavy hand, with you at her side. 
It's funny. You remembered when you first met her. She never wanted children and was upfront with how much she disliked being stuck with you. Now here she was, appointing you as her second in command and her future successor. Strict, yet caring, she teaches you everything she knows and then some.
Daily sword fights, magic practice, potion-making, and even politics. You always looked your best. Everything should have been perfect. So why? Why did it end up like this?
'Remember young seedling, no matter how brilliant your ideas are, there are those who won't listen. To some, your appearance is everything to them.' You remember that conversation. How solemn she was. How much she was held back and harassed into always looking perfect, to be the fairest of them all, because that was the only one her kingdom would listen to. After all, surely everyone would listen to the fairest of them all?
Snow White should have been your sister. Now she is nothing more than a crack that tears you apart. Everyone in the kingdom adores her so much. You were happy for her at first. But now, the Queen is no longer the fairest of them all, and thus she is to be ignored and overthrown. The new prettiest girl ever will be the one to rule based on appearance alone.
She had no talents or experience in ruling. Hell, you wouldn't even mind if she ruled instead of you in the future, you could have guided her as any other sibling would do. It doesn't sit right with you. People are rioting in the street for the new queen, and the princess does nothing to stop it. She's naive and ignorant of everything around her. Now here was mother being locked up, her appearance now is the form of a hag as her punishment for no longer being the fairest of them all.
Why? Your mother was beautiful the way she was. She was intelligent and an idealist. She led the kingdom into a golden age and overthrew the old corrupt king. Shouldn't that count for something? Why is it that appearance only matters? Why? Why Why Why Why Why? 
You wake up a bit frustrated. The dream played in your head as you remembered what your mother told you of her palace life. To always look perfect. To have your value placed on nothing but looks. And now, she is known as the Evil Queen for wanting to be more than just a pretty face. 
"Momma Grimhilde…? Are you up…?" "What are you doing up? Vessel, you know that staying up is bad for you by now!" You huffed a bit and nodded in agreement. "Sorry I had a bit of a strange dream… it was about you…" 
The Queen was quiet, you swear you can feel the queen strutting in front of you in thought at your words. "Of the kingdom, you told me about. They were so unfair and-" "Hush now Vessel, I know very well how annoying it is... However! I cannot return and exact my revenge if you're too tired to train in the morning, can I?" Her voice had a hint of smugness within it, an oddly comforting tone to you.
"Go back to sleep dear, I'll be right beside you." The Queen started to hum a familiar tune. One that she would hum to you in your early childhood. Your mother was far from evil.
Scar (Starkid)
"The pride has never seen a more progressive king than me. Both lion and hyena live in perfect harmony. I brought an end to what has been a senseless age-old feud. I was prepared for everything except for what ensued. My brother ate my cubs- my precious cubs and stole my throne. Returned to segregation and the hateful ways we've known. Though I'd advocate for unity I always was denounced. So when I saw the opportunity to right the wrong? I pounced."
A song sung to you at your first meeting with Scar. The shadowy figure looming over you before returning into a puddle of blot, hiding in the darkness. A hero, whose acts were washed away by time. You remember the hyenas and Scar always bantering when you first met. Despite all the times they got on each other's, they never once made it about their races. 
It was inspiring to see someone believe so heavily in their ideals that they are willing to be punished for it. He would take any measure necessary to ensure them as well, even scheming. You hated that his pride saw him as a traitor for his interactions with the hyenas. The way he met his end annoyed you even more. 
The two fought over the overhang cliffs of rock you lay flat on. Your body, beaten and bruised from the ensuing fight. Limbs shaking; you manage to push yourself up against the hot rock below you. Your legs wobble as you stand up, watching the battle in front of you. Scar and Simba, fighting brutally claws, fangs and roars exchanged. 
Scar was older, no longer in his prime, yet he still fought hard. There should be no way Simba wins. There shouldn't have been. Lightning struck the edge of the rock Scar was on, making him tumble into the fire below. A painful roar sounded out from below, and you felt sick. The sound woke you up, making you pant for a moment.
You sat up, body sweating, and sat on the side of the bed. You hear a familiar displeased groan come from behind you as the bed shifts under the lion's weight. "Tch, you woke me up from my nap, Cub." Scar grumbles, but it lacks the edge he usually has. Glancing over at him with his tail batting irritably, you knew something wrong. You knew he wouldn't want to talk about it.
"I had a nightmare. I saw you fall into the fire…" Scar tensed at that and looked at you. "So that visier was right." "Huh?" "We've been together so long that some of my memories have bled into your dreams. What you saw is what happened…" the lion growled a bit towards the end. Annoyed with the idea of anyone poking into his memories.
"... I'm sorry." Scar huffed and stretched his back. "I still won in the end. Hyenas and lions live together. Oh, how I would love to see the faces of the pride right now…" Scar trailed off, though you can tell he was still a bit annoyed. Scar curled up and you used his body as a pillow, the same way you did back then as a kid.
"I guess it means I'm gonna have to find a way to bring you back faster. That way you can really get the last laugh." Scar let out an amused chuff. "That you do."
Ursula (Starkid)
"My brother held the antiquated notion that women should be seen and never heard. So he dethroned me then disowned me, and on top of that, rezoned me, to the outskirts of the kingdom in a cave. Took my scepter and my crown, though I tried to take him down, the truth and I now share a watery grave. The story lingers on, but the version that is drawn is twisted…"
You've started getting nightmares. Shared memories of the seven that live in your head manifesting within your dreams and haunting you. Ursula would often console your "poor soul" after experiencing it. She shared stories of the ocean and reminded you of all the fond memories you had under there as a kid. When she'd cast a spell on you and let you sink to the bottom to play with all the fish.
When you woke up in the ocean, you thought you were living out a happy memory. One where you would ride on Flotsam's and Jetsam's backs as you explored your new underwater playground. That was until you saw magic bolts fly into the water around you.
Ursula along with the eels engaged in some sort of battle. The eels slithered around the enemy mer, hoping to throw her off, however, a bolt of magic ricocheted off of her and onto the eels. Flotsam and Jetsam let out a final hiss as they disintegrated, burning away to ash. "MY BABIES!" Ursula shrieks. Raw anger flashes in her face in a way you've never seen before.
Her form stretches out, swallowing everything around her, yet it wasn't enough. A trident pierces through her body, leaving a hollow hole. Ursula lets out a choked gasp as she falls, succumbing to the tides. Dead. This was how she passed. You remember her telling you of the girl who dared to hurt her eels and how she swore vengeance upon her.
Waking up you don't feel as panicked, remembering what Jafar said. It was a bad memory that surfaced in your dream. But why were you crying? Was it perhaps the thought of watching three of your family members die in front of you? Tears roll down your face and you feel a large hand wipe them away. "What Is wrong, my little guppy?" Ursula purrs. Her voice immediately relaxes you. "Ah, a nightmare is it? I got just the thing!" She chuckles, usually you wer eused to her disregarding you, but as time went on she started to consider you one of her own. You feel a familiar pair of slimy eels wrap around you.
"I had a dream of that story you told me… where you fell." You paused, holding onto the eels tightly. "I was scared. I thought… the thought of you guys dying…" you trailed off and Ursula turns to look at you over her shoulder, small vial in hand.
"Hmph, that little mermaid. I will never forgive her for what she did to me and my babies! I won't go down that easily anytime soon..." Ursula frowned before turning around to face you. The eels snicker slightly. "Aww, you really do love us!" Jetsam starts. "How cute." Flotsam replies. Ursula chuckles and hands you the vial.
"Here you go. Drink up now. This potion will put you back to sleep and give you a much sweeter dream, little guppy." Her smooth hands glide over you once again as you press your head into her chest. "I'll be right here with you…"
Hades
The fun yet inappropriate uncle dad. He has always been there to tease and make fun of you, much like Ursula. Yet you loved him all the same
He admitted to enjoying your time stuck together quicker than the others, stating that this adventure was much more entertaining and fun than being stuck at his regular job which he complained much about. Ruler of the underworld and the dead was gloomy, boring. He was stuck all alone with nothing. No entertainment, no lights, no music. Just the screams of the damned swirling in that pit.
A pit he got stuck in. A pit he despised. One where he was stuck for eons, suffering, just to somehow get connected to you as a ghost. How odd...
Yet here he was in a dream, reliving the same painful memory he experienced all those years ago. Fighting the son of his enemy. Hercules. Just like the gods to send down a child to do their work for him. He knows well what his brothers think of him…
It was a good fight, great even. He was strong. Magic, fire, smoke, and total control over the domain. He has the upper hand. Yet why did it come crashing down? Why is it that anything he does isn't enough?
After all these years of planning. Years of scheming. Just for this. Failure. All he wanted was to be in Olympus with his family. To be included. Invited. And now some boy gets to ruin that just because he's his brother's son. 
He hated it. As he fell into the River Styx, you dived after him. Hades called out for you to stop, you don't want to– ah shit. You stopped breathing for a moment. The sensation of some sort of limbo. The feeling of your bones rotting within you and your soul withering away. You were drowning. You struggled and cried out to reach Hades, your father, from in front of you. Yet to no avail.
Waking up you took in a breath. You were alive. You can breathe. Your skin is on the bone. You were safe. The blue glow of Hades fire was right there, alive and well. He looked like he just woke up too. "Tch, whatcha doing away kiddo? It's late you know? Oh are we breaking rules, I love breaking rules yknow?" You chuckled, knowing your other dads and mom wouldn't like you up so late.
It was hard to feel scared with Hades. "Just some dumb dreams." "Oh yeah, kid?" Hades turned to you and leaned in. "Tell me about it." His voice seemed softer than usual.
"We were in the underworld and I had to watch you fight Hades." "Oh! Did I kick his ass?!" Hades asked, childishly excited, the smirk on his face drops when he sees your frown. "C'mon kid, don't tell meI lost!" You frowned. "I had a dream where you got hurt. And I was scared. I didn't know what to do without you."
Hades seems to shut up slightly at that. His teasing nature put on hold as he saw tears fall from your eyes. "Hey hey hey! Come on kid don't cry right now! I'm right here with ya! I'm not going anywhere!"
You would take full advantage of his softness right now, knowing damn well he was gonna tease you to death later.
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artist-ellen · 1 year
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Vanessa (Ursula)
Basically I had nothing I wanted to change about Ursula. She’s fantastic as is and her sea witch look is too iconic. Her Vanessa disguise on the other hand can be historical-versioned. So we’re just doing Vanessa atm. I’ve based her new look on a 1830s fashion plate (obviously we have to match my previous Ariel redesign and the original book’s publishing date). I’ve left her hair down and changed the dress details from flowers to seashells instead of the necklace ;). I also gave her a beauty mark to match Ursula’s because it would be a fun call back!
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seaslugfanclub · 7 months
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Just got my first ask!! I’m shocked that so many people love the Holo!Villians ❤️❤️❤️
(Y/N)’s co-workers having to get them because the villains refuse to comply with anyone else
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Honestly, all the other Disney Park workers are at their wits ends with the Villains.
Either because they only know more popular villains from the mainline movies, so they don’t know how to work with villains like Rourke, Slim, Ratigan, etc. Or they just expected all the villains to be simple stereotypes, not actual sentient character.
Some park workers also thought that they “could fix them” and that led to some pretty nasty confrontations.
The moment (Y/N) gets a minute to sit down, a coworker comes out of nowhere begging for their help.
“(Y/N)!! Hades is trying to schmooze some parents into selling their souls in exchange for 5 minutes of silence from their kids!!”
“(Y/N)? We need you at the Haunted Mansion ASAP. Frollo’s trying to preform an exorcism on the ride!”
“ Uh- Hey, (Y/N)? Yeah, some guy called Ursula a ‘Dollar store Divine’ and now she refuses to give his voice back to him.”
Luckily the villains comply to (Y/N) whenever they get called. Don’t tell anyone, but sometimes the villains will cause a scene just to get (Y/N)’s attention.
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My asks are open, feel free to send in requests if you want to see anything specific!
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slashingdisneypasta · 6 months
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Ursula x AFAB!Reader || Smutshot
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Plot: You're enjoying a day at the beach when a mysterious creature decides to have her way with you~ 🐙 And you cant help but love it.
Warnings: Dub con, monster fucking, tentacle fucking, dumbification, as many orgasms as Ursula has tentacles, unedited, etc. Its written quick, its written horny; dont expect it to be shakespeare 😅
Your mind's a fuzzy, muddled mess. This feels so ridiculous and so wrong, but your hips wont stop grinding and your cunt cant stop wanting the thick tentacle deeper; sucking it in and squeezing it like a wrench.
Thighs parted around the foreign appendage coming from the sea witch, knees digging into the sand, your forearms rested on the ground in front of you, you roll your hips uselessly into the amazing torture. Ursula continues to pump her squishy tentacle deeply into your sloppy cunt; watching you from behind like a predator, floating in the water beside the little sand island. There's a devious grin on her panted lips as she watches you become more and more desperate.
You're so warm inside, she loves being in there- she only wishes she could fit more. But... well, she supposes this just means she'll have to take turns with her other tentacles~ You're not done until she says you are, anyway~ You know that. Despite just having met, you were turning out to be a lovely pet~
So eager to allow yourself to be violated like this~ Sure, you were hesitant at first,.. afraid of her... most humans are, when they see her. But you were just so darling and wet~ The material of your swimwear sticking to your curious, soft little area~ Ursula couldn't help herself having a taste.
Anyway- some humans are just as degenerate as she is. Wanting something unlike themselves, something foreign and unfamiliar in such an 'inappropriate' way. And you were definitely one those devious little freaks. Oh, how she loves a freaky little human.
She loves to watch her tentacle slip into their hole and wiggle in deeper until they stretch. Watch the human grapple with their morals~ Their ideals~ Their sense of 'normalcy'~ Pah.
They always torture themselves, thinking this is so wrong how they gush around her tentacle, how they compress it like a vice in their curious, tight little holes~ How they love her going as deep as possible and pounding them dumb.
... but they never stop her. Never run away. They stay put and take it, and they moan like desperate little urchins and their thighs press tightly around her and they roll their pretty hips on her.
And oh~ What a sight it is. Especially these kinds of humans; so soft and pliant... lovely cushiony breasts on their chests that she just loves to watch. And their cute little behinds!~And their sweet sounds- gods. They drive her absolutely crazed.
As you continue to roll your hips into the pounding, the foreign object filling your needy cunt, you can feel a stupid-good orgasm approaching. Good, you think, moaning, then it can be over. And you can leave. And you can forget-
The climax crashes over you, and the tentacle slithers out of your used hole but almost as soon as it left you empty a new, cold one slips right back in. And it feels good. You somehow missed it in those few seconds you were without- but holy fuck, its not over. This nightmare is still happening. What if someone sees-
This new tentacle rams into your heat rougher then the last and your whining and moaning quickly transforms into sobbing- desperate, over stimulated moaning. And yet your ass continues to bob and grind against the smooth, slimy, cylindrical thing; needing to feel it on your sensitive clit, needing to cum again. Again, and again, and again-
You can feel indentations forming on your knees and your forearms, sand digging into your skin and sticking, but you cant bring yourself to care with this sea witch fucking you so good. God, you'll never be able to go back to cock again-
The tentacle in you starts rubbing more aggressively all of a sudden against your walls, specifically against that one specific spot that makes your eyes roll backwards in your skull. Another shaking orgasm hits you, making your thighs a slick mess and making you so tired you had to rest your head on the ground too.
Yet another tentacle takes its turn, and you start to get the idea here. She's not going to leave your hole alone until every one of her tentacles have fucked you.
At some point during this pounding you lose all sense of dignity, or pride, and start begging. "fff-fuckfuckfuck godddd please please fuck me, deeper, i c- cant- " Your orgasm feels like a cup that's overfilled with liquid and its just spilling over now. Over and over. You're just a desperate, weak, cumming mess. A sweet little toy for this creature.
Having turned you into a pretty little object to fill by the time its her final tentacles turn, Ursula would like a new view- as excellent as her view has been this whole time, she'd like to see your expression for this last play~
So, with her last tentacle, she drags you by the ankle closer to the edge of the little sand island and turns you over onto your back; your legs spread apart and hanging off the sand and into the water, your lovely chest heaving. Ursula smirks, running her fingers gently over the dripping pink folds between them, before slowwwwly inserting this last tentacle in as deep as it will go; watching your face. "Darling~ How does that feel, hm??... come on, darling, speak. Your voice is so pretty... "
"I- I- "
Thrusting the tentacle gently, slowly, in-and-out of your used hole Ursula raises a devious brow at you. "Hmmmm?"
"I- "
Ursula chuckles. She chuckles, at how utterly dumb you've gone. "My dear, if you cant speak how will you ever find yourself a husband??... " Deeper chuckles. "Oh well... I'll just be the one to keep you company, yes?... "
Your final orgasm bursts like balloon and Ursula slips her tentacle from you, rubbing your folds carefully for a few minutes as she just laves her gaze all over you. "... yes... you're mine, now, my pretty little darling... "
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Unlike the two previous Mirrorverse team-ups from other cinematic trailers on the app game, the Disney Mirrorverse villains trailer for D23 Expo 2022 had Oogie Boogie and Ursula trying to best one another. Still, who doesn't love villain duos?
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jayswritings13 · 2 years
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Disney: Psychic s/o with Jafar, Ursula, & Rapunzel
Request: "Hi, Hope your day is going well! Sorry if this sounds a little weird but could I request the same Headcanons about the physic s/o with Jafar, Ursula & Rapunzel?" by @underqualified-human
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Ursula
OOOOOOHHHHh
If you didn't catch her interest before, you defiantly did now.
Sure, she's always had that crystal ball and Flotsam and Jetsam, but that was different.
She couldn't see the future for herself without a little help.
You could.
She's more curious as to how you developed this ability, and even more so after hearing that you were born with it.
With you by her side, she'd be unstoppable.
Well, she thought that she would be.
"Angel fish, why not?"
"Nothing good comes of it."
"Well, we just gotta change your perspective, 'cause I can think of a whole lot of good thing that would come of it."
"...Urs- I can't." You sighed, "I promised myself this."
So, this was it. You knew it.
As much as you loved Ursula, she was always looking out for herself.
Dating someone who had psychic powers but didn't use them when she wanted them to? Instant breakup.
You were already ramping yourself up for her harsh words and for your lonely swim home.
"I think that I get it." Ursula shrugged, "Kind of." Ursula remembers the not-so-fond days of Morgana's and her competitions over potions and spells to impress her mother. It almost killed her love for magic. Almost. "Now, tell Flotsam and Jetsam to get going. Triton isn't going to stay out in the open forever!"
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Jafar
Very curious as to how your psychic abilities work.
Mostly for his benefit, but also as someone interested in sorcery.
Get ready for some questions, experiments, and tests.
Definitely wants to test the limits of your power.
Pre and post genie Jafar utilize your powers.
He had all of these plans for you.
With his sorcery and your Psychic ability, you'd be unstoppable.
"Well, uh, I don't really use it."
What?
"You-" Jafar paused, "You don't use it??!"
"Yeah. I've had some really bad visions and I an afraid to get more of those."
He simply can not comprehend why you don't utilize this amazing power.
Until he caught you one night, sobbing and shaking over a vision that he finally sort of understood why you found your power a curse.
Since then, he did not push as hard for you to use your psychic abilities.
Well, as much.
Jafar was still power hungry, so he very much so pestered you about using your ability.
The only thing that changed was that when you said no, he did less bitching, moaning, and complaining, which you appreciated.
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Rapunzel
Very happy to not be the only one with some type of supernatural ability, even if she currently does not have that ability.
You guys sometimes playfully fight over who has that cooler ability.
Rapunzel is dead set on that you have the cooler ability.
She asks questions about how it works and what it feels like.
But, she is quickly sadden when you tell her the immense anxiety you feel with every bad vision you get.
Rapunzel may have had a bad experience using her power, but in general, her healing powers are a good thing.
And Rapunzel views them as so.
So, she can't imagine what it must be like to have this ability but for it to cause you so much trumoil and pain.
SUPPORTIVE AF
Rapunzel is there whenever you need her to be, always ready to take you away and distract you if needed.
"Need a hug?"
"Why don't we talk a stroll around the castle?
"I think that there are some cookies in the kitchen. I can grab us some."
You appreciate it, of course, especially since Rapunzel is always down to have the big feelings talk about it.
"How are you doing?" Rapunzel asked, taking your hand in hers.
"....Better." You sighed, "Or at least better than before."
"Do you want to talk about it?" Rapunzel asked. "I mean, you don't have to, if you don't want to."
"....yea, kind of." You said, "Is that okay?"
"Of course, it is. I'm always here for you."
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New person in Dreamlight Valley: So... who exactly is in charge here?
The Dreamer/Player Character: *points to Merlin*
Merlin: *points to the Dreamer*
Ursula, Scar and Gothel: *point to themselves*
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