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seaslugfanclub · 6 months

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Hello! I just wanna say I really like your Disney Villain writings, they are funny and really cute! Can I request where the Disney villains are fighting over who is Y/N’s favorite villain? I thought it would be funny

Oooh great idea! This one was so much fun to write! (Can you tell that Honest John’s my favorite?)

No, I’m their favorite!!

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No one knows how the conversation subject was brought up, but it more than ruined the villians weekly poker night. Curses filled the air and sidekicks where used as meat shields.

“I’m easily (Y/N)’s favorite person out of all of us, no- this entire park!! No one is better friends than Gaston!!” The Frenchman boasted, loose hair’s flying around his face. “They regularly compliment my physique, and they sneak me in special hair products!! There’s no room for argument!”

“Oh please frenchie, (Y/N) isn’t as daft as the other cast members. They have taste for more refined gentlemen. Like yours truly.” Captain Hook scoffed, ignoring the glares from the other villians. “Might I remind you how they gifted me the entire trilogy of ‘The History of Piracy’? Or how much they enjoy my culinary skills? They have supper with me every Tuesday.” Hook affirmed, more than confident he had bested the competition.

That was quickly interrupted by a swift *bonk* on Hooks head, Jafar looming over the ex- pirate with his staff in hand.

“While I agree with (Y/N)’s taste, it surely isn’t a cowardly captain.”

“Why you-” Hook started, only to be bonked on the head again.

“Why me? Well that’s easy, I’m a very persuasive individual. I’m able to… ‘charm’ those in upper management to give (Y/N) longer breaks, or keep any unsavory park guests from harassing our dear caretaker. (Y/N) obviously favors someone who makes their job easier.”

“Your joking right? Didn’t I see (Y/N) yell at you for 30 minutes straight because you were eyeing that princess Jasmine?” Hades chimes in, finally deciding to butt into the conversation after watching the other villians argue from the sidelines. Jafar stopped speaking, averting his eyes and mumbling.

“Yeah. That’s what I thought. But c’mon guys, you know it’s ya boy here who’s (Y/N)’s number one pal.” Hades points his thumbs towards himself.

“I was one of the first people here who (Y/N) met, we knew each from day uno. I can’t count the amount of times that they’ve kept my shit-ass sun god of a brother from bugging me. And they even made the most adorable altar for me, with pomegranates and the whole works!!”

“Oh, so gauche. If it wasn’t for my expertise (Y/N) wouldn’t be half as stylish as they are. Not to mention our ‘girls nights’. I’ve opened an entire new world of skincare for them!” Cruella hissed. (Actually remembering she had to pick up (Y/N) that special cream made from horseshoe crabs)

A threadbare glove raised amidst the crowd, Honest John appearing from seemingly nowhere

“Im sorry to disappoint you all, but it’s myself who’s won (Y/N) heart. They’ve fallen for my effortless charm lock, stock, and barrel! I mean, I’ve been their nap partner countless a times, they quite enjoy cozying up to my fur.” John preened, smiling back at the memories of warm afternoons snuggled up next to (Y/N).

“Fur!? Why you little- I’ll skin you-”

“Just wait till (Y/N)-”

The poker room devolved into full out brawl, nearby cast members rushing into the room in attempt to break up the crowd. All the while, in an empty back room (Y/N) was sharing a sandwich with their guest.

“Y’know what, Ratigan?” They said between bites. “Your my best friend.”

The rat stared up at them, finishing his bite,

“…. Ew.”

#self insert #disney villains #disney imagine #disney x reader #disney hades #disney gaston #disney jafar #disney captain hook #captain hook #padraic ratigan #ratigan #honest john #cruella de vil

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persephoneflowerpetals · 2 months

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Persephone: *passes by Hades’ table at the House of Mouse*

Hades: *immediately chases after her* Hey! Uh, I think you dropped something, sweetheart.

Persephone: *looks down at floor* Oh! What was it?

Hades: *takes Persephone’s hand* Your standards. How ya doin’? Name’s Hades, Lord of the Dead.

#source: tumblr #incorrect disney quotes #incorrect hercules quotes #hades #hercules #disney’s hercules #disney #persephone #persephone oc #hercules oc #self insert oc #disney oc #house of mouse #the house of mouse #persephone x hades #hades x persephone #persephades

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rexscanonwife · 1 year

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You ever have an idea and then you cannot REST until you've drawn it? 0_0 godlike power, unshakeable optimism, it just kinda made sense! (also my best friend said Gran Torino would be Phil and I screamed 😂😂)

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jelly-drop-buttons · 3 months

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A silly, short comic based on that one scene in El Dorado. Despite being madly in love with Hades, Selene is worried about what the other gods may think of them being a thing and tries to keep it on the low. Emphasis on “tries.” (Either they’re eventually caught or Hades ends up spilling during the next Olympus get-together.) Plus, these two are so very Tulio and Chel core.

(click for better quality)

Alternate Version that I’m too shy to post upfront:

I was on the fence about the lipstick marks, but I didn’t want to not post it-

#hades #hades hercules #hades disney #lord of the dead #selene #goddess of the moon #hercules 1997 #hercules #Disney #self-insert #self ship #self shipping #self ship community #romantic f/o #oc x canon

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minty-sweet-art · 21 days

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I swear I’m normal about Kaufmo!!!! I swear! I swear!!!!!

Warning for video: loud gun bang noise (no guns just sound)

2nd & 3rd one was basically my reaction when I found out sm-baby liked a post that leafy made calling me out for also being a Kaufmo simp like their carnival oc. I still have the photo in my gallery and admire it.

I am in fact a kaufmo simp

I just want him to hold me and make silly jokes while not being a jerk to me. He seems genuinely sweet and so huggable.

My hands can never capture the true perfection of kaufmo but I try my best. Also did linesless art for Kaufmo because it kinda fun to do when it simple

Sentient carnival Minty does not know how to take any complaints from kaufmo. She doesn’t even know why she so nervous and fidgety. She like a deer in headlights

Edit I called leafy a Kaufmo simp it’s actually their oc that the simp.

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morgane0311 · 6 months

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Girls : 🪷🌷⚘️🌹🌺🤗🤭

Mens : 😍🤩☺️

Amelie (Zombillenium) and Persephone (Hercule) belong to @alabasterpickles

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smallraindrops-blog · 2 years

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Hear me out hear me out… Achilles and Patroclus x reader 😳 just two husbands reuniting with their third

Covered in stardust.

Achilles x Patroclus x male!reader

Word count: 3.2

Warning: implied sexuality and non-sexual intimacy, talk of war, death.

Notes: hey, thank you so much for your patience! I hope you guys like this! I never wrote a poly fic before so I hope I did it right!

It starts as it always does.

With a single spark.

You stared out at the gentle beauty of Elysium and wondered what the exact amount of oil it would take to burn it all down.

Unable to bear the sight of it, you turned away with a sigh.

Only to hear quick footsteps heading your way.

You looked down from your perch on a large boulder and blinked in surprise. A young man was staring up at you, burnt footsteps trailed behind him. A very faint red aura followed him as well. You and him stared each other down for a long moment, taking in the sight.

“Wait-“ he spoke, pointing a finger at you. His brow was furrow and he stepped closer. “I think I know who you are.”

You said nothing, only raising an eyebrow. You haven’t spoken in years and you won't start now.

“You were one of the greatest strategists to ever live!” He beamed at you, putting his hand on his hip, his sword on his shoulder.

For a moment, a single moment but you didn’t see the dark hair man before you but one with bright blue eyes and an easy grin.

“I didn’t realize you would be here. But I am glad to finally meet you.” He said, pulling you back. You scoffed but it seemed the young man didn’t need a single word from you.

“My name is Zagreus.” He said.

The prince. Of course. You have heard about him, even seen faint trails of smoke from the battlefields. Lord Hades had put out an order to all capable shades to put a stop to the prince’s ransacking of his domain.

You had decided to ignore it.

When you continued to stay silent, Zagreus frowned and stepped back. “Sorry for bothering you, sir.”

You only shrugged and turned away, listening to his footsteps fade away.

The memory lingered, and for a second you thought you felt an arm around your waist, dark eyes glancing up at you. A soft smile to contrast the bright smile.

Moon and sun, forever in obit with each other. And far from your reach.

You covered your face with a trembling hand.

Fool. God damn fool

You landed on your back against the ground and you stared up at Patroclus in shock.

From his place on the log, Achilles tossed his head back and laughed.

You scoffed and tried to jerk away but Patroclus had you pinned under him. Patroclus moved your wrists above your head, holding them easily in his hands. He smirked down at you, his dark eyes sparkling in amusement and you scowled at him past your blush.

You rolled your head to look at Achilles who was flushed from the wine and the heat of the campfire. He grinned at you, and rested his chin on his palm. He looked far too pleased with the current events.

“What have you been teaching him, Achilles?” You snapped, embarrassment warming even the tips of your ears. You used to be the one who won the fights against Patroclus and you always lost to Achilles.

It was how it always went. Even when all three of you were young boys under Chiron’s care.

Now something had changed, Patroclus had won. And you were the one in the dirt.

Achilles blinked, then slowly his grin turned into a smirk and he stood up. “Would you like to know?”

You blinked, your blush becoming worse and tried to think of something to say to that. You heard a soft chuckle from Patroclus, “Be nice, Achilles.”

With careful steps in the grass, he made his way over to you and Patroclus. He glowed in the firelight, his golden hair spilling over his shoulder as he kneeled beside you.

Your heart raced at the look he gave you then he looked at Patroclus, his face softening. There was a moment of silence between the two, words you swore you could almost hear.

Something in the air grew thick and heady but you didn’t understand. Was too scared to understand.

Then Patroclus leaned down, his dark hair brushing your cheek. You swallowed, unable to look away from him. Achilles was eye-catching but gods, Patroclus was always just as beautiful to you. He was the moonlight to Achilles’ sunlight.

His eyes were dark, darker than void and you felt so exposed.

“Patroclus.” Your voice came out as a cracked whisper.

His lips found yours and you gasped against his mouth. His lips moved against your, the kiss gentle and chaste but you felt like you were burning alive. You returned the kiss, keeping the pressure just as gentle.

You heard a faint sigh from Achilles, it sounded almost worshipful. Like a man getting his first drink of water.

The kiss between you and Patroclus broke, and you stared up at him. Patroclus smiled and one of his hands slid up to interlaced with your fingers. You knew he could feel how badly you were trembling.

Then Achilles took your other hand, copying Patroclus. You looked toward him and he leaned down as well.

Where Patroclus’ kiss had been coaxing, Achilles’ kiss was claiming. Sharp and hot like the sun. His other hand tangled in your hair, moving your head enough to deepen the kiss. You whimpered and tried to meet Achilles but all you could was tighten your hold on their hands, and try not to lose yourself.

In the firelight, the stars found each other, three pieces becoming whole.

Zagreus had found you again.

Only this time, he was bloody and moving more slowly. You frowned with a flicker of concern in your chest. Zagreus offered you a weak grin, and slumped against the boulder. He slided down, closing his eyes.

“I have to ask for more of your forgiveness.” He said, trying to sound jovial. “I just need a moment of rest and I will be on my way.”

You moved so you could better stare down at him. Not only did he look more beat up, he also had a different aura, a soft pink this time.

“Your aura is different.” You said, voice rough from the lack of speaking for… years? Centuries? You didn’t even know.

Zagreus jerked in surprise then his smile came out in full force on his bloody face. “So, you do talk!” With a grunt, he twisted and looked up at you. “And yes, this time I have been blessed by Aphrodite. Ah, but I am not quite as skilled with her gifts.”

Goddess of love. You almost said her blessings may be more of a curse but you held your tongue. There was a chance the goddess might hear your unkind words.

You stared down at the young man, even bloody and pitiful as he looked right now, there was a determination burning in him.

Two sets of eyes, dark and blue, stared up at you. Young and beautiful and ready for anything.

“Tell me about what she gifted you with.” You ordered him.

“Wait, are you really going to help me?” Zagreus asked.

“If you don’t wish for my help-“ you said but was interrupted by a head shake from Zagreus.

“No, please. I can use all the help I can get.” Zagreus stood, and squared his shoulders. He looked like a prince once more.

Quickly as he could, he began telling you everything. You listened, chess pieces moving in your mind once more. It felt good.

You felt like yourself for the first time in a long time.

You stared up at the tent’s roof, and felt a pang of homesickness. It had been only two years of this damn war and you were ready to take Achilles and Patroclus and run away from all this.

But, you thought with a twist of your mouth, it didn’t work the first time.

Patroclus was asleep, his head on your shoulders, facing away from you. His legs tangled with yours. His hand on Achilles’ chest as if he needed reassurance that Achilles was still alive even in his sleep. Maybe that was what prompted Achilles to speak up.

“I didn’t mean to.” He said softly, his blue eyes on Patroclus’ exhausted face then he looked at you.

It was a shared trait you and Achiles had, making Patroclus worry even without meaning to. Without Patroclus, you and Achilles were more like flames. Self destructive to the point of ruin.

Today was a good example of that. Thank gods for Patroclus.

“I didn’t exactly help matters.” You whispered, holding that beautiful sky blue gaze over Patroclus’ head. Achilles gave a small crooked smile then it dropped.

“I wish we never left Chiron’s.” He whispered bitterly. “We were so happy there.”

Careful as not to wake Patroclus, you held out your hand and Achilles reached for you, interlacing his fingers with yours. You gave it a squeeze.

“We will all return someday, I promise.” You told him, glancing at Patroclus. You felt the rage in you soften just a bit.

Achilles was quiet, his own eyes were Patroclus as well. Then he returned the squeeze, prompting you to look at him. His face was unusually serious, his mouth thinned.

“Promise me this instead, if anything happens to me, you will take care of Patroclus.” Achilles said.

You opened your mouth to argue but he squeezed your hand again. “Just please. I know you don’t think the prophecy is real or that there is a way around it and maybe there is. But just in case there isn't, let me have some peace and tell me that you and he will take care of each other.”

You swallowed, “Achilles. You know you don’t have to ask me or Patroclus that.”

Achilles nodded, his mouth still tight. You knew he needed to hear it.

“I will die before I let anything happen to him. I will make sure he will never go without. Do you understand me?” You said, and Achilles’ face relaxed, and he looked so much like that beautiful boy you remembered that it made your chest ache.

“Thank you.” Achilles whispered, leaning over and pressing a kiss against your fingers. His other hand covered Patroclus’. “Thank you.”

This time Zagreus had cuts on his arm but he looked far better. His steps were much faster than you remembered and thought, ‘Good. He took my words into consideration.’

This time, a golden aura followed him. Something about the darkness of his hair among the gold made your throat tighten.

Zagreus gave you a nervous grin and you narrowed your eyes at him. You waited for him to speak first.

He cleared his throat, “I just want to say thanks.”

You were quiet for a moment, fingers tapping your knee. “But?” You said when Zagreus said nothing else.

He took a deep breath. “Good sir, I must ask you this. Does the name Patroclus mean anything to you?”

Your eyes widened, you didn’t realize that Zagreus would even know him, let alone say his name to you.

“Or Achilles?” He added hopefully.

“Leave.” You ordered harshly. “Now.”

“But I just want to-“

“Now.”

Patroclus dabbed at your stitched up wound with a damp cloth. His dark hair pulled away from his face in a ponytail. And if you weren’t in such pain right now, you would lean over to kiss and nip at his neck.

You glanced down at your ribcage, where the arrow had previously buried itself into your flesh. It was the skilled hands of Patroclus that had taken it out without too much damage.

“Achilles told me what you did.” He said quietly. His tone was carefully neutral but you winced. You knew that tone just as well Achilles did, you were in trouble.

“He is a tattletale.” You tried to joke but the cool look Patroclus shot you made you quiet down. You sighed, and looked away. Patroclus’s hand cupped your cheek and turned you back to him.

His face softened, the candlelight danced on his face. The darkness of his eyes still made you feel so exposed and even years later, it still made your cheeks warm.

“You can’t keep getting hurt like this.” Patroclus said, “You are so brilliant and you try to save everyone but yourself. Why do you think you are an acceptable loss?”

You took a sharp -and painful- breath, you weren’t expecting such words from him. Then you slumped, Achilles would rage and even break stuff to show his emotions, unable to find the words. Patroclus had always been able to cut straight to the heart. Really, you shouldn't be so surprised.

“Because if you and Achilles are alive and safe, then it is worth it.” You said quietly. Patroclus was quiet then leaned forward to pressed his forehead against yours.

“Not to us, it isn’t. Your life is worth more than you know.” Patroclus said, his voice breaking. “We thought…”

“I’m sorry.” You said, reaching up to cup the back of his neck. The feeling of his pulse against your fingertip calmed you down. You and him lingered there, then the tent flap opened and Achilles stepped in.

He looked beaten down but upon seeing you and Patroclus, he smiled.

He tossed his helmet aside and came over. You and Patroclus opened an arm toward him, wrapping around him when he was close enough.

Unable to help yourself, you spoke up. “You got me in trouble with Patroclus.”

Patroclus sighed, “Really?” and Achilles chucked, “Revenge for telling him about what I said to Odysseus’ face.”

You scoffed at him. It took a few minutes, between Achilles getting undressed and your wound, but eventually all three of you found a comfortable spot in bed together.

Patroclus blew out the candle and rejoined by your side. Achilles was already asleep on your other side, his mouth pressed against your shoulder. Patroclus kissed your cheek before he settled next to you, being careful of your injury.

Sleep didn’t come for you yet, even bone tired as you were. Holding these two men, loving them felt like the most natural thing in the world to you.

You closed your eyes as guilt welled up in you again. If something happened to Patroclus, you and Achilles would burn each other alive. And it was impossible to imagine Patroclus without Achilles, it would be like a sunrise with no sun.

If you could just keep them both alive, prophecy be damn, then it will be alright.

Because if something had to be sacrificed then wouldn’t it be better that it was you?

You would give everything up for them.

Even your own life.

“I don’t care if you are mad at me, sir. You are going to let me talk.” Zagreus announced when he came to your spot again. You glared at him, and he wilted just a little.

Then in a stubborn jut of his jaw that made you want to laugh because you have seen that same look on Achilles’ face before, he actually tried to climb the boulder.

Because you were a petty bastard, you used a single finger on his forehead to push him back down. Only to Zagreus to grab your wrist and pull you down with him.

You grunted and shoved him away as you picked yourself up off the ground. You dusted yourself off then grabbed him by his tunic when he got up.

“What exactly were you thinking?” You snapped and Zagreus met your glare head on.

“What I am thinking is that I see three people who all desperately miss each other but won’t talk to each other. And I don’t understand why!” Zagreus yelled and he looked nearly ready to cry. “I mean I understand what it's like to have two people out of reach because of your own mistakes but at least I try damnit!”

Zagrues panted harshly as you stared in shock. Your hands loosen enough to let him take a step back. You watched him straighten his tunic and Zagreus sighed.

“I have a message for you.” Zagreus said. “Are you going to listen to me?”

You wanted to turn away and maybe go drown yourself in the river Lethe and forget you ever existed. But that would mean also forgetting Patroclus and Achilles. You couldn’t do that even if you wanted to.

“Yes.” You said quietly.

“Patroclus told me to tell you and Achilles the same thing. ‘To risk it all.’” Zagreus said just as quietly.

Of course, it was Patroclus. Always straight to the heart.

“I don’t know everything about what happened, but I do know they miss you.” Zagreus said, “I know Sir Achilles always looks so sad when I talk about you and Patroclus. I saw the same look on Patroclus’s face too. And right now, I see it on your face.”

“I thought I was doing the right thing.” You told him, “I let my own arrogance lead me to ruin.”

“Arrogance or love?” Zagreus countered. “Because from what I heard about you, you sounded like you were trying to save everyone. Everyone but yourself.”

Your mouth clink shut, then you smiled faintly. “Patroclus?” You asked.

“Achilles, sir. I think you should talk to them.” Zagreus said.

You nodded, a knot forming your throat. “Thank you.”

“You can thank me after you talk to them.”

You had your back on Achilles’ chest, Patroclus in your arms as all three stared into the campfire. The moon was full in the sky, the Milky Way bright and gleaming.

“So, all three of us?” Achilles said and you heard the hopeful tone in his voice. He sounded so young to you. His hand found yours and the other found Patroclus’.

Patroclus looked up at you and him, his dark eyes thoughtful and beautiful. Then he took your other hand, connecting the loop. Patroclus didn’t have to say anything, you and Achilles already knew his answer

You were quiet for a moment. You tried to imagine never knowing them but it would be like looking up to the sky and never seeing the moon or the sun or the stars.

To know them, to love them was something so infinite you thought maybe you always did.

“All three of us.” You agreed. The simple words settled into your very being, and weaved into the tapestry of fate.

You stood on the path, unable to take a step forward. You heard the sound of running water, gentle and sweet among the greenery.

You tried to listen for a familiar voice, or a laugh but all there was silence. You were used to silence, even took comfort in it. Or used to. Now you might give up your limbs to have a familiar voice guide you.

You took another step forward then another. If nothing else, you might as well keep moving forward.

It was only when you saw the path change just ever so slightly, when the running water got louder that hope grew in you. When you turned around the corner, you froze.

The whole area was filled with light, and the river Lethe flowed through. It was a beautiful place but that wasn’t what caught your attention.

Two people stood holding each other, one golden and bright and the dark and beautiful. They looked like a painting. Unreal and untouchable. And you suddenly took a step back, stepping on a nosy leaf.

Achilles and Patroclus both looked up, their faces hopeful. Gods, they looked as beautiful as you remembered.

“It’s you.” Achilles said, a smile blooming on his face. Patroclus was quiet, but you saw his nervousness and hopefulness. It was a mirror of your own face.

“It’s me.” You said softly.

It was Patroclus who took the first step toward you then he hurried to you, Achilles but a step behind. You met them in the middle, arms wrapping around each and it was impossible to tell who was who.

It was Achilles who kissed you first then Patroclus who kissed you afterwards.

You laughed with them, meeting them again and again.

You felt whole.

Like the universe had returned to as it should be.

And you were home again.

#Fanfic #x reader #self insert #hades games

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mylenapony11 · 7 months

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So I started this like a year ago and never like actually finished it. So I just did some bullshit coloring and didn’t bother to finish the sketch

Enjoy

#drawing #digital art #illustration #hades (Hercules 1997)#hades #hades (Hercules 1997) x self insert #I am so mentally ill #hades hercules #Hercules 1997

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disneymarina · 2 years

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My Hade S/I (self- insert)

Name: Marina

deity of : sea and moon

Romantic Relationship: zagreus Love triangle (but he loves me romantically and I do not but I see him has a best friend): Thanatos

#hades selfship #hades self-insert #Selfshipping #canon x self insert #self-shipping #self-insert #my art #my artwork

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seaslugfanclub · 24 days

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Gaston: there’s a lady in my head who calls me stud muffin

(Y/N): Please leave me alone

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(Y/N): What are you doing?

Grimhilde: I am doing my eyebrows

(Y/N): That’s a big ass mirror

Grimhilde: Well I have big ass eyebrows~

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*(Y/N), showing a picture of the King oh Hearts*: Look at this— This is your man?

Queen of Hearts, lovestruck: *giggles* that’s mine~

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Magnifico: …

(Y/N): STOP STARING AT ME WITH THOSE BIG OL’ EYES

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*(Y/N) and Hans arguing*

(Y/N): You overrated little twink—

Hans: *Feminine gasps* I am a twunk, alright?! A combination of twink and hunk!!

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Hades: You look pretty

(Y/N): huh?

Hades: I SAID YOU LOOK SHITTY—

#disney villains #self insert #disney imagine #disney x reader #disney hades #hans frozen #queen of hearts #alice in wonderland #king magnifico #disney gaston #beauty and the beast #snow white

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persephoneflowerpetals · 2 months

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Villain Persephone AU in a nutshell

Hades: Aren’t you tired of being nice? Don’t you just wanna go ape shit?

Persephone: Yes.

Hades: …Oh.

Hades (to himself): I think I just found my soulmate…

#hercules au #disney #hercules #hades #disney’s hercules #persephone #persephone oc #hercules oc #disney oc #self insert oc #persephades #persephone x hades #hades x persephone #incorrect disney quotes #incorrect hercules quotes #villain persephone au

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dolliestfairy · 9 months

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Tw : Noncon/Dubcon, Predator x Prey kink, fear kink, Manhandle (?) & Outdoor sex. lmk if i miss anything. Chubby Reader Fics With No Skintone Of Reader Mentioned.

Mdni!

Currently thinking abt men who have a predator x prey kink. Men who love to see your trembling expression when he act like some merciless predator. men who loves to play hide and seek with you. despite his own self being a grown man, he cant help but get even more turned on when he sees your scared expression, while his hand pinch your chubby cheeks, only to make you more trembling in fear.

"look at you.. all scared and stuff... you're only making me more excited y'know?"

he's a man who is soo thrilled when he was chasing you. catching you around like a crazy dude, its only a matter of time before his hand get onto your clothes and easily ripped them off, and later on, you'll be getting pinned down beneath him while your pussy service his cock, laughing as a respond from him to your cries, slapping your fat belly and grabbing them with a very harsh grip. and.. ngl you both are going to look like some wild animals fucking each other in the woods, but dont worry though. he's a mass fucking possesive dude. theres no fucking way he'll let some random stranger look at your body. your body is all his and his only for see and touch. and if you forget it? he'll gladly reminds you.

The Men That i'm talking about Are;

GETO SUGURU, OBITO, Itoshi Brothers, MIYA ATSUMU, KUROO TETSURO, Tsukishima Kei, HOSHIGAKI KISAME, ALEC, Sakamaki Brothers, MUKAMI BROTHERS, Lev Haiba, TENDOU, MADARA, KIBA, ITTO, Childe, Scaramouche, POSEIDON, SEBASTIAN, Malleus, HADES, SHIVA, OVERHAUL, SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY, Horangi, Alejandro, HIDAN, Deidara, Sasori, KAKUZU, OROCHIMARU, UCHIHA SASUKE, SUKUNA RYOMEN & Bachira.

DID I FORGET ANYONE? INSERT UR FAV!

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duckytree · 6 months

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its alright you can just say the truth that its mid

i think it’s a very problematic story disguised as a feminist retelling despite putting down every single woman who does not condone the cradle robber relationship. the justification is that persephone is 18 and ignores that her lover is old enough to be her father and she barely exited teen hood. if she was one year younger then hades would’ve been a groomer, but apparently the added year has made their enormous age gap completely okay. anyone who says that she’s technically a very old goddess remind me of the people who say that lolicon is okay because the 6 year old girl is actually a 1000 year old demon.

it also villanizes a good mother who mourns her daughter’s kidnapping by making her a control freak who won’t let her daughter grow up. ironically persephone is portrayed as naive and easy to take advantage of which completely justifies her mother’s worry. it’s also very creepy how she’s constantly infantilized while also sexualized as if her childlike innocence adds to her sexual appeal

i hate everything about the way her SA was handled, i hate that apollo is a comedically terrible supervillain for absolutely no reason, i hate that the fan base will rip you apart for not worshipping the narrative which is spun out the author’s 7th grade ao3 account. the whole thing is a self insert x mads mikkelsen fanfiction which teaches young women that it’s okay to fall in love with your 35 year old boyfriend because you’re so mature and independent and everyone who tries to protect you is against you. art is cool. wish that not everyone looks like the same person in a different swatch and —

*BANG*

#asks #duckytree #this isn’t a personal attack if u like lore olympus #but it is judgement #sorry i think old men who like young girls are gross #i am around the same age persephone was at the beginning and i can say #there is nothing innocent about the way a man my dad’s age looks at me the way hades looks at persephone #chris hansen bait child syndrome #the fandom terrifies me more than k-pop fans

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You mentioned multiple times that Persephone is a self insert of Rachel, how is that so?

Also, I love Lore Rekindled

So obviously it's not like Rachel herself has outright stated that Persephone is a self-insert, but there's a lot of narrative and visual evidence that points to this being so.

Disclaimer before I continue: a lot of this is speculation, take it with grains of salt, but understand that all of the following evidence is why so many people subscribe to the idea that Rachel is using Persephone as a self-insert power fantasy, myself included. This is going to be a long post.

First, the most obvious - Rachel and Persephone look virtually identical, especially when Persephone's hair is short. In a way that's not even reaching at this point, like there are times when Persephone literally looks like she was traced directly off Rachel's face. It's panels like these where you don't even have to squint or fill in the blanks with your own interpretations, Persephone literally looks like Rachel.

There was also that time she dyed her hair pink and her own audience called out how she looked like Persephone (unironically for the most part, which goes to show how much the implications of Persephone being a self-insert of Rachel has gone over their heads, sigh)

She's also made absurd claims in interviews that Persephone and Hades were her "muses" since all the way back in middle school.

I say these claims are 'absurd' because frankly I just don't think that's true, there's nothing from her early-mid 2000's online presence (which is still accessible via the Wayback Machine) that suggests she was into Greek myth content, most of her stuff from back then was medical fetish and lolita art and not a single piece of Greek work is mentioned on any of her profile bios, favorite book lists, or interests, not even once you get to the 2010's when she started shifting away from blatant medical fetish art and more towards marketable storybook-style art.

(she definitely mentions Lolita though 😒)

I firmly believe she's just making up that whole "Persephone and Hades were my muses" thing the same way she's made up her 'folklorist' label to hide the fact that she has no connection to Greek myth whatsoever and was just creating LO on a whim during the era of Hades x Persephone shipping prompts that were popular on Tumblr at the time. It just so happened to become massively popular so she stuck with it and tried to pretend like she always loved Greek myth as a way to justify her success when really it was just luck and circumstance.

But we can go further back than that.

You see, Rachel also really... really likes Mads Mikkelson. Like, beyond just enjoying his work and entering teenage girl obsessive cringe territory. I wouldn't be calling it out if she was a teenage girl or even a young adult, but she isn't - she's thirty seven years old.

Mads Mikkelson is, of course, her dream cast for Hades, and when you see how she views Mads Mikkelson, the rest practically writes itself.

But we can go even further back than that.

Because, you see, Rachel has old art accounts from long before Lore Olympus. Normally I try to avoid posting a lot of this stuff because it's very much old skeletons that we usually understand to leave buried, but this particular piece is very relevant to this discussion.

'Madame issue' was the screenname of her account where this drawing comes from. You may also notice this is very likely where the name 'used bandaid' came from. This character is meant to be Rachel. It was very common for her to draw herself with short pink hair back then and it seems that's barely changed now.

Just wanna also throw it out there real quick that Rachel's birthday is March 21st. Guess what date Rachel chose to make Persephone's birthday? Oh yeah, the first day of Spring, literally March 20th. Which shouldn't even exist yet as Lore Olympus is based on The Hymn to Demeter which outlines the creation of the season. But I digress.

Now, this may be a little irrelevant and nitpicky, but to circle back around to the point I made earlier about her not having any genuine connection to Greek myth, Rachel seems to have always behaved like this, in a way that tries to 'hide' the fact that she's not 'legit'. There are old FAQ's from her art pages that answer questions she's asking herself in a very arrogant "how dare you ask me this" kind of way. Like, she claims to have imposter syndrome, which I'm not saying is a lie, but if she does, she definitely uses blind arrogance as a way to cover up for it. It reeks of early 2000's 'mean because it's cool to be mean' energy and that seems to be an attitude that she hasn't left behind in the early 2000's where it belongs - she's just channeled it into 'girl boss' Persephone instead.

It's become abundantly clear after going through old LO asks/livejournal/flickr/etc. posts that Rachel herself 1.) romanticizes purity culture (again, like the Greek myth 'self-proclaimed folklorist' thing, she's trying to claim she's 'deconstructing' purity culture when her actual beliefs are the exact opposite), 2.) values naivety and youthfulness vs. experience and wisdom, especially with how she talks about Persephone and 3.) constantly tries to act like a 'boss babe' similarly to Persephone.

There's also the fact that the time skip perfectly aligned Persephone's age to be in the same range as Rachel - she's now 30 to Rachel's 37. The time skip didn't have to be exactly ten years, if it was purely to retcon the age gap problems then she could have made it far longer, but she made it specifically 10 years and I feel like it can't be a coincidence when we consider how close in age Persephone and Rachel now are. Recalling that earlier point that Rachel seems to be obsessed with naivety and youthfulness, she probably didn't like the idea of making Persephone 40 because that would be too "old".

That's not even getting into the actual way that Persephone is written. This is the part where I say there's nothing inherently wrong with writing self-inserts, even famous authors do it, but the issue lies in authors writing them as power fantasies and not actual fleshed out characters. Persephone is not a fleshed out character. She does not have flaws - at least none that are recognized as flaws - and she never loses. She does whatever Rachel wants her to do on a whim even if it contradicts previous actions or information we've been shown. Sometimes she's an inexperienced "uwu" teenage girl, other times she's attempting to be a 'boss babe' (but really it just comes across as her acting like a Karen.)

All that said, it's not uncommon for poorly written self-inserts to lack consistent characterization because the author is too hopped up on writing them to fulfill their fantasies, even if those fantasies don't align with pre-existing information. There's also the fact that Persephone herself never suffers any consequences for her actions, even when she's in the wrong, and terrible things that happen to her are more for the sympathy of the audience and less for actual character development, depth, or underlying meaning. The comic's universe and the characters that reside within it bend around Persephone and her wants and needs, and this is something that happens with poorly-written self-inserts a lot especially when they're being written purely as power fantasies and not actual character studies or reflections. Nothing bad will ever happen to Persephone, she'll never suffer real consequences for her actions, and she'll never make any real sacrifices, because Persephone is Rachel and Rachel can't write Persephone separate from herself.

This kind of goes hand in hand with the whole "she didn't make Persephone 40+ because then she'd be too old" thing, but I'd also like to mention real quick that Rachel has never written a female character who isn't like this. All of her main characters from all of her works are women, which is perfectly fine in isolation, but they're all written as the exact same woman, sharing traits of naivety, inexperience, youthfulness and innocence. None of her female characters are over the age of 21. Making Persephone a "doesn't know she's sexy" 19 year old who's often drawn very childlike was very intentional as it's the exact same kind of character she's been drawing for years now, and the fact that she's 30 now is simply Rachel trying to retcon the problematic age gap that she got called out on; with the added bonus that it makes Persephone even more like Rachel.

No, Rachel has never directly confessed to Persephone being a self-insert, but I don't think someone like Rachel - who already speaks with a veil of disingenuous arrogance - would admit to it anyways. The writing is on the wall: how she's written Persephone and every female protagonist who has preceded her is a deliberate choice based around Rachel's own beliefs and values - that women are only desirable when they're young and thin, that the "ideal man" is someone who's above everyone else in power, wealth, and status and will and should use that power, wealth, and status to get what they want, and that women should be as cute and innocent as they can be until any degree of opposition or questioning comes their way, in which they are justified in exercising outright cruelty and abuse towards those in their way, with no in-between.

And that's all I'm gonna say on that.

#lore olympus critical #lo critical #antiloreolympus #anti lore olympus #ama #ask me anything #anon ask me anything #anon ama

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minthe-lover · 1 year

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Lore Olympus is a lot like Twilight. There's Edward and Hades, two immortal beings eons older than their love interests and only actually like the idea they crafted in their heads about them, they're broody "sad bois" with no flaws who hate everyone ever and they're loaded as shit. Then there's Bella and Persephone, two unsympathetic, annoying, underaged, stronger-than-even-the-strongest-character, self-insert mary sues that everyone is in love with. X plot contradicts Y plot, Z plot is completely forgotten and the writing is just plain terrible. The main characters barely know one another and they're rushing to get married. They're both unbelievably racist, classist, have big bads that end up really not being a big deal like, at all, and the creator thinks they're the greatest thing since sliced bread. I have a separate tangent just about the vampires tbh. But then, there's their fandoms.

The Twilight fandom (or what remains of it) is more than aware that their chosen media sucks. They laugh at it, roast ReNameMe, write significantly better fanfiction than canon ever did, come up with fun theories, talk about how bad Bella and Edward are for eachother, simp for Charlie, and hear each other out on what they have to say. As far as I've seen, there aren't really any "antis" because everyone kind of just mutually love-hates Twilight. But the Lore Olympus fandom is so insanely different? They lose their minds if you so much as breathe wrong in H&P's direction, they think it's the most romantic thing in the world, and that it's accurate mythology? The slightest indication that Lore Olympus isn't good makes them froth at the mouth like a rabid dog and you get attacked from all directions by every stan in a hundred mile radius?

It's insane to me how two pieces of media that are so similar in their most basic form can have such dramatically different fandoms. Anyway Twilight stans are cool and LO stans need to chill the fuck out. Media can suck ass and people can enjoy it while criticizing it, the universe isn't going to collapse because someone doesn't like your chosen brain rot.

^^^^^ I'm admittedly not that familiar with twilight or it's fandom. so not much I can add to this.

#anti lo #lo critical

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ae-neon · 1 year

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Acotar is Maas before she fall in love with Rhys. She created rhys, explore.more and let herself grew detach of Feyre. I can feel her love and wanting Feyre to grow into something else. Her resentment to Fae is very interesting too since maas made her trapped with a fae. An interesting dynamic.

Then she grew attach to rhys. I sense of this because of her pattern with Rowan and Aelin. I read somewhere that originally , it was not Rowaelin endgame. Rowan as just suppose to train aelin and that was that. Then Maas say that she wrote fanfic of Aelin x Rowan turns out well..

I would say Rowan x Aelin is a susccess. Yeah this man is hell to Aelin the beginning. But buttttt Maas dont water down Aelin to have her propaganda "rowan is perfect, rowan is most powerful fae" pushing to the reader you know. Aelin is still stubborn, she keep her plan to herself and refuse to share it with rowan.

It drove rowan mad if I remember them correctly. At least, we can see Aelin taking time and do according to her desire. Not blindly agree with Rowan. Then we have aedion in their family dynamic. Then rowan wanting to have allies, goes to each Whietorn ship and begged them to support Aelin. He said it jn the book, he wanted to support his queen and make her.proud.

And then the famous "where is my wife" scene. Wecan see them both as individual character. Very different character. Aelin is an ass a lot of time, selfish and a pick me. I know, but her character does not change simply for rowan. Water down for rowan. It took another whole book to shift their dynamic from stranger to friends to partner to lover. It feel long and develope to me. Then the scene Aelin share her favourite place in Adarlan, showing Rowan how to play the piano. It was small but sweet moment.

Rowan, slowly taking his time to calm Aelin after the mask and torture by maeve. Offering ring, telling aelin to eat and take break from training. It so diferent you know with Rhys and Feyre.

Feyre from headstrong, stubborn and independent water down to suit Rhys. I feel like she is over sexualized at one point and it feels each of their interactions is solely for sex. Even the reading moment "you look delicious today, feyre." Fuck off rhys. Can you chill and not make everything about sex? Let this girl breathe, read properly and learn about the world will you.

The only moment I like both of them have is when bring Feyre observing map sort of? Even that interaction is cut off. I want more interaction of Rhys sharing with Feyre whathe know. He seem to have this potential 'tutor' vibe. He is old, surely he learn a lot. But all we got is their interaction in the lbrary and attempt of having sex.

Then Maas keep worshipping Rhys and feyre lose all her personality for Rhys to check all he need to be the most powerful male in history. Tf, your wing get hurt ashes and you already dying.

I am not saying rowaelij is 100% but they have something rhys and feyre dont. Independent of their life from being water down by each other. They can stand on their own character because we all know, what is Aelin if not for her stubbornness and being pain in the ass? You just need to say blond, stubborn, confident and an edgy teenager. Everyone knows it is Aelin.

Something feyre already lose back in book 2 for rhys. I no longer recognize this feyre.

Hello anon

I think sjm is really attached to Aelin as a self insert. It's understandable since she developed the character from a young age.

But I don't see why she also has to self insert into Feyre? It's obvious she doesn't care about her.

So why SJM didn't just choose a different sister to carry on the second book. Anyone who knows my blog will know why I think it should have been Nesta but acomaf is supposed to be Hades and Persephone right? So why not Elain?

Acomaf Elain is exactly who post acowar Feyre turns into to suit the position of High Lady.

In acotar, it's possible to think of Feyre outside of her relationship to Tamlin. If you were making a moodboard or aesthetic edit you could include archery and painting, the forest and a wolf etc and all of that would be about Feyre.

If you try to do the same thing for Feyre from acomaf onwards, what comes to mind? It's hard to picture who she is outside of Rhysand's influence because it doesn't exist.

In acotar Feyre's love story is with Tamlin but also as an individual she is developing her relationship with the world around her. Lucien, Alis and, even Prythian itself, is something Feyre must work to understand on her own. As a result she is a different person by the time she goes home. She has matured. She sees that she was wrong about Nesta and she is able to let go of the promise she made to her mother.

In maf and war her relationships with others is dictated by their relationship with Rhysand. She meets people and is almost instantly friends or enemies based on if they are Rhysand's friends or enemies.

Feyre only knows 3 Illyrians: her mate and her friends who are 'brothers' but she hates Illyrians, why? Because Rhys does.

Feyre instantly connects with Tarquin on a really good vibe but still betrays him and almost dies stealing something important to his court. Why? Because Rhysand says so. Feyre could have told Rhys to give her a few more days to earn Tarquin's trust and then asked him to let Amren stay in summer and decipher it so they could nullify the Cauldron and save lives in the war. Tarquin wouldn't have said no. But she can't even think for herself.

At the end of tog, more than half the people who fight in the battle are there for Aelin. Her connection to them has made their appearance special. Aelin also shares the books with other pov characters.

In acotar, during the war, after 3 books of only Feyre as the main character - who shows up to the battle for her? No one.

Her sisters aren't there because they choose to be and Feyre's father doesn't even have a name. Maybe the Suriel is there for Feyre but they immediately die after only 2 or 3 interactions the whole series.

Bryaxis? Doesn't become Feyre's monster pet afterwards. Stryga and the Bone Carver? Useless and dead. And it's not like Feyre has been building friendships with these people.

Friends, enemies, allies - they show up for Rhysand. Even the king of Hybern mostly speaks to him. He is the main character.

Even in the end, I think the only person who helps revive Rhysand just so Feyre is happy, is Tamlin.

#anon asks #anti sjm #failsand

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