Tumgik
#apple poison
blackpoison66 · 4 months
Text
Tumblr media
Art: かまぼこ
the villains creating their recruits
188 notes · View notes
mamath · 10 months
Text
Tumblr media
Disney villain recruiters!! They are incredibly goofy but I love their costuming.
If you're not familiar with these characters, good job at not being as terminally online as me I guess!! :') They're semi-improv characters that (used to?) show up at Tokyo Disneysea at Halloween and try to "recruit" park visitors to villainy.
PRETTY NICHE CONTENT so of course I've been wanting to draw them forever. I've missed a couple (the Aladdin and Hunchback themed ones) so idk if I'll come back and add those one day but for now this is it..
131 notes · View notes
the-queen-of-ships · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media
The pain is real with this one, folks.
580 notes · View notes
ninjaofdeath16 · 9 months
Note
Hello 👋🏻
Lately I found a lot of Apple fanarts with Winnie the Pooh, which are very cute. So I thought I'd ask you how you think your version of Adam would react if he met Winnie the Poo.
PS I know they are from different realms, but suppose I don't know, that Pooh fell into a hole Alice in Wonderland style and transported him to Apfel realm and Adam finds him.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
leave here the link of the images: Link 1 ,Link 2
I think as of this point anyone who has read Black Apple Poison knows that Adam has a soft spot for the sweeter and innocent beings in the world. I think these images are a perfect example of what my version of Apple Poison would do, though I think more so after he met Snow White and was more open to his softer side.
These pictures are so cute and made me smile.
88 notes · View notes
tickledpink31 · 10 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
I’ve had this idea for a while, and the six pose dance song has been stuck in my head for a week. So, this new girl with the striking resemblance to Minako is an alternate version of Minako from another dimension. She’s now Mika, an orphan and high school student in Japan. Watch me as I make some self-indulgent found family content with a very niche part of disney.
Feel free to ask more about Mika and the recruiters
A few warnings: Content is mostly sad since I can't seem to make ocs without torturing them or giving them tragic backstories. I was also kind of sad doing research about orphaned children in Japan.
Bio
As a baby, she was found on the doorstep of a child institution without a single piece of information to identify her biological family. Mika has lived in three institutions and with two different families. Her status of being an orphan has often left her friendless and discriminated within not just her school, but almost every place outside an institution.
Currently, Mika resides in her second foster home with the Arai family that neglects her and only took her in to get the government money. She works as a waitress at a diner in hopes of surviving the adult world once her foster family kicks her out after she graduates from high school or even sooner once she turns eighteen in November.
Meeting the Villain Recruiters
(I couldn't find a lot of information on if Japanese schools going to field trips to Disneyland, but for the sake of this plot, just go with it)
Mika's homeroom wins an all-expense school field trip to Tokyo DisneySea set during the week leading up to Halloween. Much to her delight, she gets the opportunity to attend the Disney Villain Recruiters Atmos show event and the Sailing Day Buffet event. Little does she know, the recruiters are not just actors, but actual henchman of infamous Disney villains.
...And all 10 of them are scouting her long after the trip is over.
Personality
While her twst counterpart, Minako has little sister energy being the youngest in her family, Mika in comparison has big sister vibes. On the surface level, Mika can seem childish due to her naivety and her need for attention from adults. However, she’s quite responsible as she is rather efficient at time-management between work and school, doing chores around the house, and even helping the child care workers take care of the younger children when she was still living in an institution.
Mika maintains a soft-spoken persona, but holds strong convictions about how unfairly institutionalized children are treated and how biological parents aren't always good parents. She is more perceptive than she lets on as she is well aware that the recruiters are making excuses to spend time with her in order to gain her favour and later be recruited. She rarely voices her opinions and inner thoughts out loud.
Having spent most of her childhood as a lonely orphan, she craves attention and affection from others, especially from adults. In spite of knowing the ulterior motives of the recruiters, she continues to consort with them as they were the closest thing she had to a group of friends.
Abilities
Unlike Minako, Mika is not a witch or that much of athlete, but she's near-indestructible. She doesn't know why. She can survive the heaviest falling debris, gunshot wounds, stabbing, decapitation poisoning, and cannot be burned by even hellfire. Mika has only gotten sick twice in her life, but her illnesses tend to hit very hard.
Hey, I only said "near-indestructible."
Other Facts
Up until she was six, Mika was called Hanako Yamada or Yamada Hanako in Japanese. And no, I don't mean the little sister from Yandere Simulator or the comedian. Hanako Yamada and Taro Yamada are the Japanese equivalent of Jane/John Doe.
Her first family that she was taken in by was a sweet elderly couple who adopted her when and legally changed her the name to Mika Masaki.
Mika was among the very few children who got to live with a family let alone two families, but only because she has no biological parents and other relatives that anyone knows about that can ask to take her back.
Mika's first adopted parents taught her plenty of basic life skills in cooking, cleaning, managing money, etc.
Unfortunately, her adopted parents were beginning to experience the first stages of dementia when Mika was ten and were deemed unfit to care for her. The Masakis were placed in a nursing home and Mika was forced to go to her third institution before eventually being taken in by an uncaring foster family a year later.
Relationships with the Recruiters: A Summary
I'll make a much more in depth version of the relationships another day. For now, take a summary of their general relationships with Mika.
They seem to know something about Mika's origins, but why? It's like she met a long time ago, but Mika can't put her finger on it. She knows that they're planning to recruit her, she just doesn't know why her specifically. And if they wanted her to be their team so bad, why are most of them so distrustful and acting like she could fold them like a lawn chair?
That's how it was at first. Over time, all ten of them grew to care for Mika and started empathizing for her situation. They are slightly yandere-ish because half of them don't know how to act like regular humans.
Mika has a few love interests from the group, mainly being Jack Heart and Apple Poison. Why? Because they're my favourites and I have to have romance. I had this scenario in mind on Mika's eighteenth birthday and Jack Heart was the first recruiter who made his official introduction to her and brought a tart for her birthday at the end of their wonderland shenanigans. This is still just him with ulterior motives but still.
60 notes · View notes
neztchi · 1 year
Text
There they are! The recruiters~☆
Tumblr media
196 notes · View notes
Text
Disney Recruiters (+Villains) x Reader || Drabbles
Tumblr media
Plot: The Disney Villains have expressed interest in you! And, so, they send their recruiters after you.  
Includes: Apple Poison (/ the Evil Queen), Dalmatia (/ Cruella De Vil), Farja (/ Jafar), Eight Foot Joe (/ Ursula), Jack Heart (/ the Queen of Hearts), ), Lady Hook (/ Captain Hook), and Malfie (/ Maleficent). My apologies, but Miss Hades and Veil are not included because I couldn’t find much on their personalities a nd Miss Scar is just… odd to me 😅
Side note- I have started exploring the world of Twisted Wonderland as well finally and boy, I got very confused about Divus Crewel! He and Dalmatia look exactly alike apart from some very subtle differences! Also this is my first time even attempting to write for the recruiters, I’ve never even fantasised with them, so wish me luck XD
Apple Poison and the Evil Queen:
Tumblr media
You’re picking flowers in the middle of a field when he first appears- and when you say that he appeared, you’re really not exaggerating or anything, you literally never heard him walk up or anything! And it would be hard to walk silently through this field, there’s lots of pretty, autumnal leaves that should cause a crushing sound when stepped on no matter how graceful a person you are.
But he had just suddenly been there, with you; Not 10 feet away.
Being employed - or enslaved, - as a a handmaid for the Queen, you had seen the man before of course, going about castle for no particular reason. Other maids would ask you about him, because he was handsome and oh-so-cold towards everyone (Much like your Queen herself) and you are the Queens favourite so if she would confide in any servant off-hand, then it would be you. You had even poured him wine in the Queens chambers before, but you still had absolutely no clue what his purpose there was, or even his name. Truly, the man was a mystery.
This made other castle staff all the more curious - and hot, - about him, but you just left it be. You left a lot of things be in that castle, in fact. Odd visitors like this man, but also odd smells, smoke coming from the dungeon, and curious orders for things like mugwort and eye of newt. That’s why, you suppose, that Queen Grimhilde truly preferred you over the rest of the maids. You didn’t ask questions or wonder- you don’t care much what she gets up to. It’s not your business to pry into the personal lives of the royal family, or their… constituents.
Yes, that was a fine word for the man. No need to consider it further.
Suddenly a gloved hand appears in the window of your vision, between you and the flowers you were picking, and you follow the arm that is attached to it, up to the man. The constituent. Oh-
Taking it obediently, you let him guide you up to your feet and then watch him with wide eyes as he presses a quick kiss against your knuckles. “I’ve seen you around the castle, Ms/Sir.”
“Ms/Sir?? Oh, you don’t have to call me- “
“Then what shall I call you?” As he lets go of your hand, you gently lower it back to your side. He seems just as he’s always been, even now away from the castle; Sensible and to-the-point. You appreciate it.
Though, having someone so high up as to be having regular private meetings with Her Majesty as you your name, is a little bit flustering. “… Y/N… “
“You may refer to me as A.P, for now. I’ve been sent by the Queen.”
“I was just picking her flowers for dinner tonight.”
“Yes, and she appreciates it.” Oh he’s a bit of a charmer, huh? Her Majesty would never express gratitude for you having just done your job. This is all rather… odd. Can’t you return to your duties? “But our beauteous Queen is requesting both of our presences, imminently. Someone else can complete this, I promise.”
“I… suppose… “This is all totally irregular, and you’re slightly thrown off by it. His name is A.P?? For now?? What does that mean!?
Nevertheless, you give a nod and he begins to lead you out of the field and back to your carriage and his horse- and this time, he makes the proper amount of crunching noises. You won’t say that all of this is not entirely peculiar, but you will keep your thoughts to yourself at least until you see your Queen. She likely has a perfectly good explanation for sending this man to come and separate you from your duties.
Dalmatia and Cruella De Vil:
Tumblr media
“… HEY!”
“JESUS- “
You actually fall out of your desk chair at this, onto the marble floor that Cruella just loves to snap her heels into every time she walks by every morning and ow- it fucking hurts!! Your chair, on the other hand, does not suffer the dramatic fall you did and instead just… rolls away 2 feet.
Figures.
As you get up, denying yourself the mercy of rubbing your sore ass because the last thing you need right now is to embarrass yourself further, you glance at the asshole who irrefutably caused this mess. He’s laughing his bloody ass off, and you scowl at him. “What was that for!?”
“I was just saying hey! You didn’t need to go and throw yourself to the floor like that!!”
“I didn’t throw myself to the- I was startled by you!!”
“-Oh, sure.” He doesn’t seem convinced, but he does sober up a fair bit and waive his hand at you like ‘whatever’. Rolling your eyes deeply, you turn grab the back of your chair and drag it back to you; Turning back to your computer just to save your work so it doesn’t disappear while you deal with this wierdo. God forbid you lose all your progress on this horrendously complicated spreadsheet… Cruella would murder you.
Like, really murder. Take off one of those heels and embed it in your skull.
When he doesn’t go to speak again, and explain his presence, you give a frustrated sigh and take the first step. “Who are you, anyway? And what did you need to scream at me for? Huh??”
For a moment he looks confused himself, and you’re about to call security because clearly the looney bin left the doors open today, but he comes to his senses just in time. “… OH. Well, I’m Dalmatia- Miss De Vil’s personal assistant. And I’ve been sent to recruit- uh, fetch you for her. Follow me!~ “
“Uh uh uh- ” You grab him and he turns his back on you, dragging him back around to face you by the back of a designer suit. “Hold on there- I’m Cruella De Vil’s personal assistant. I know I am, because otherwise there is no way that I would be missing my lunch break to do this damn excel spreadsheet from hell. So let me ask again; Who are you?”
“Iiii… “The man peters out, avoiding eye contact and fiddling with his fingers. “Well, my name is Dalmatia.”
You are in no mood for nonsense like this. Lunch was going to be pizza! “That’s great. What are you doing here?”
“To fetch you.”
“Wh- “
“For gods sake Y/N, just come into my office.” Cruella herself comes stalking out of her office at the end of the hall, looking non-too-happy at either of you, before turning on her heel and stepping back in. You let go of the back of the man’s suit collar like you were burnt, surprised that he’s legit. “And Dalmatia, how is it you usually do this? If you can’t even get my assistant into my office, I have some serious concerns… “
“Oh, I would’ve worn them down!~ “ You’re just collecting some folders and printed sheets and a USB in preparation for whatever Cruella might want in there, when Dalmatia links his arm through yours and yanks you off towards the intimidating glass door ahead somehow gracefully. He flashes you a wink and you roll your eyes.
What is going on??
Farja and Jafar:
Tumblr media
Knock, Knock, Knock!
Slowly, you look up from the book you were struggling to get through, to the door to your chambers. Did someone just?... Oh, no way. Its just your imagination. Back to-
Knock, Knock, Knock, Knock, Knock, Knock!!
Oh! You didn’t imagine it! Whoops!- Setting your book aside quickly, you get up and race to the door before swinging it open and peaking out. Who could it be?
When your eyes land on her, a woman with long raven hair and a beautiful purple flower that is… glowing… you feel suddenly like you should have just pretended you weren’t home. She flashes a bright, kind smile though and that sets your nerves slightly more at ease. “Good afternoon! There’s a lovely sunset happening outside, have you seen??”
“Oh, um- No… “Who is this woman?? Why is she knocking on doors talking about the sun??? “I was just- “
“Oh that’s okay!~ Anyway, I’m Farja! It’s nice to meet you!~ Do you know Jafar?”
“I- I know of him, yes.” But you’re a servant and he sure as hell doesn’t mingle with the likes of servants- unless he’s terrorising them of course. You know men who have had to carry furniture here and there all day because of him and swear they saw him smile about it, and women who walk faster when they pass him alone in the halls because he’s been known to corner them.
He sounds like a bit of a scoundrel, really. What does this lady know of him?
She gathers your hand in hers, and gives another warm smile before turning to walk off down the hall and take you with her. “Wonderful! Come on, we have to go see him- “
“Wait!”
“What?”
“I… what’s going on??” It seems the right question to ask. Anything else would simply miss the big picture. Hopefully this covers everything, like, who is she?? Where did she come from?? What is her relation to the Sultan’s Vizier?? Why do you need to go see him with her??
What? What? Wha- Hey, was the flower in her hand always golden?
“Oh,” She lets out a giggle, and it’s a sound similar to that of bells, or the finest jewellery. “I apologise. You must be confused, I understand that. But I promise, he will make it all make sense. It will be okay- just come.”
This definitely feels like one of those ‘Don’t go’ sort of situations, so you stay behind the door. But she then reaches out and takes your hand in hers once again, this time much gentler, and tugs again and before you know it you’re letting Farja lead you down hallways- all the while, she natters on about this and that. The sunset and how magical it is, Jafar and how he’s going to make everything clear for you, and what she had for dinner the other night. She’s a little goofy and a little airheaded but theirs an odd sweetness to her, that just make you want to trust her.
You’re definitely not sure whether you should have let her take you, anxiety is biting away at you, but you can’t back out now.
Eight Foot Joe and Ursula:
Tumblr media
You’re just tending to your coral bed, which is one of the best in the kingdom even if you do just say it yourself, and keeping a casual, yet watchful eye on the loiterer nearby. He’s been lingering for the past 3 hours, and you’ve never seen him around before, so he’d raised some red flags for you.
He hasn’t done anything bad yet, though, so you aren’t too concerned. Just cautious. And there’s nothing wrong with that- there are kids that live nearby!
Then you’re turning around to shoo away some sea horses from the area in your garden that you’ve recently sprayed with some weed killer- and your arm is grabbed!
You whip around to see the loiterer, and narrow your eyes. “Excuse you?- “
 “Come on.” His tone, nor his grip, is particularly strong or alarming - in fact he sounds bored, - but ‘Come on’?- Where!? You’re not going anywhere with a perfect stranger! Is he out of his mind???
“Let go of my arm.” You tell him sternly, the sternest that you’ve ever sounded, and glare as hard as you possibly can at him; Hoping he’s nice and weak-willed.
He just gives a sigh, not too bothered, by thankfully let’s go. Those hands go in his pockets and his shoulders slump and you allow your own arm to return to its regular place hanging at your side, still glaring at him. “Fine, come on.”
Is he serious? “… Where??”
For a moment he doesn’t respond, and you have a chance to get a proper look at him so you can assess what you’re dealing with here. He’s an octopus creature and he’s dressed rather well, but the way he’s slumped causes the whole look to be totally thrown off like he takes no pride in his appearance. That’s strike number two.
Strike number one was, of course, the grabbing.
Strike number 3 is the fact that he has yet to explain himself, and just hovers there thinking, like the dumbest and most inept kidnapper ever.
“… I have to take you to Ursula.” He finally says, shifty eyes flickering to you and watching your reaction. He’s taken a gamble, saying that name, and he must be able to tell just looking at how your face is transforming that it was a bad one.
“The sea witch?! No way- “You snap, turning around and going for your front door- but he reaches forward and grabs your arm again. His grip is a little bit tighter this time, but isn’t painful by any means. You think you could still peel his fingers off if you need to. But instead of trying that, you whip around once again, this time holding up a fist, and go for his face with it.
He catches it almost lazily, and lowers your arm so he’s holding both your wrists in one hand, and that’s how you discover how strong his grip really is. It may not be tight, but its powerful. You could not peel his fingers off. Jaw dropping, you look from your fist to him to the street around you, searching for some help but everyone else is either inside of out for the day. Turning back to your attacker, you grit your teeth and glare harshly. “Let go.”
Giving a shrug, he turns around then and starts half leading you, half dragging you off away from your little street and your coral bed. “Cant. Ursula wants to talk to you.”
“Well give her a message for me!” You force out, struggling against his hand. “I don’t want any part in her dealings!- “
This time he sighs, and its rather annoyed, but he doesn’t look back at you and he doesn’t squeeze tighter. “Not that you have much choice in the matter, but… you might change your mind, when you hear her offer.”
Oh, really? “Why would I do that!?”
Another sigh wafts back from him, and it’s your only response as the two of you venture into the deeper, darker parts of the ocean.
Jack Heart and the Queen of Hearts:
Tumblr media
One moment you’re peacefully reading under a big oak tree, the roses nearby chattering away quietly together, when a WHOOSH sound interrupts the quiet and a man with curly brown hair appears upside down- right in your face. Startled, you accidentally smack yourself in the nose with your book, pulling yourself away from him.
“Ow,” The guy winces, but doesn’t stop his grinning. “That looked like it hurt.”
You give a pout in return as you rub up and down the bridge of your nose. “It- it did!”
“My bad. Hey, look, I’ll get you a tart to make up for it!” He exclaims, swinging slightly back and forth with excitement from the branch his legs are curled around above your head. You take a glance up, to make sure that the branch he’s chosen is nice and sturdy, and isn’t about to fall on you because that would really hurt, before allowing curiosity to get the better of you.
“… what kind of tart?” A tart does sound rather nice right now-
“Cranberry! It’s the best. The queen swears by them!”
“Th- the queen!??” Even referring to her is startling. Is he one of her guards? He doesn’t look like a royal guards, you think as you assess him, but… you can never be too careful. You work as a kitchen maid in the palace, and you’ve seen quite enough beheadings to be quite wary of the possibility. Not that you really needed the visual proof that it would be nasty, but… It has made the fear worse.  
Which is funny, because contrary-wise you might think that seeing so many beheadings would rather numb you to the fear of having your own head chopped off, for the bodies only twitch for a little while and then they die pretty quickly, but… no… it hasn’t.
“Yeah!” The man, enthusiastic as he seems to be, doesn’t notice your concern. In fact he takes your quietness is an opening to talk more. Meanwhile, you can’t help but wonder whether his blood is all rushing to his head, yet. “I work for her in the palace- like you! That’s why I’m here, actually. The Queen’s requesting an audience, with you!”
“Requesting?... “
“Yeah, well, demanding actually. Pot-Ay-Toe, Pot-Ah-Toe though, right?” Just as you’re worrying about what you could have possibly done to get on Her Majesties bad side, the guy flips off the tree branch and lands somehow gracefully down on his feet in front of you. It’s a spectacular trick, and you wonder how he pulled it off, staring up at him with eyes the size if tea plates. “Ta-Daa!~ C’mon,” He lowers a gloved hand down in front of your face for you to take, and gives you a wink. “We’ll pinch you your tart on the way!”
“Oh, I don’t think I should be… pinching her tarts… “You say hesitantly, inching your fingers into his palm delicately so he can pull you up next to him. God knows what you’ve done to anger her already, you aren’t about to make it worse by stealing her favourite snack inside her own castle!
Once he has dragged you - again, somehow gracefully, - to your feet, he brushes his thumb over your knuckles and carries them up to his mouth. Your cheeks are heating up and your jaw is dropping as he lands a kiss against them, too. Then looks up at you with the most intense eyes you’ve ever seen, and say… “I won’t let you get hurt.”
And all you can think is- Who is this guy???
Lady Hook and Captain Hook:
Tumblr media
“Y/N.” A female voice calls your name; Muffled because of the water but spoken very clearly, and full of intent. You hear the sternness and debate emerging at all, but at receiving a few frustrated glances from various other sleeping mer-people who the woman above is interrupting.
Sighing, letting lose a few bubbles that fly up the surface and surely give away your position anyway, you let go of the seaweed pillow you were cuddling, and swim up to where the voice came from. “Yes?” You ask, resting your arms on the land before the woman’s boots, craning your neck to look up at the woman.
“I’m known as Lady Hook.” She says frankly, before giving a sigh and offering the fake hook-hand up as explanation for her name. You give a hum, and rest your elbows on the rocks near where she’s standing, lace your fingers together, and set your chin atop. Can this be over? You’re so sleepy… “I’m here to recruit you for my Captain.”
“Your Captain? Wow… “Giving a breathy chuckle, you tilt your head to the side as you look up at her; Eyes fully open finally. “I didn’t know you two-leggeds were like that~ “
Glaring, she furrows her brows and scrunches up her nose and the expression would almost be cute… if she didn’t give you the feeling that calling her that would get you a kick to the teeth. “Like what?”
“Oh, just… “Kinky. “Nothing… “
“Hm… “She gives you one more hard glare, before returning to her more neutral expression- which is, curiously, still rather angry. “Furthermore- I am to take you to him.”
“Look, I don’t really have any interest in joining Hook’s crew, so sorry you made the trip, but, its actually my nap time right now so I’ll just be goin- “
“It pays well.” Lady Hook interrupts, and your eyes flash at her. No. No, that’s not going to do.
“I don’t need gold. So- “
“No, not in gold. We discovered recently that you’re warring with the boy- which means we’re working toward the same thing. Together, in water and on land, we may have a better chance at vanquishing the brat.”
… Okay, that does get your attention. Turning back from the waters again, you tilt your head at her. “… You have a point, there.” Its common knowledge that the pirates hate Peter, Hook especially. And though the other mermaids may love the stupid kid… you sure don’t. There’s just something about him that has always left a bad taste in your mouth, and he’s just always flying around here… making a terrible racket and interrupting your peace… Your life would be perfect, without him around. So- “What kind of offer is Hook making?”
“Come with me, and find out.”
Hmmm, giving Lady Hook a scrupulous look, you push off of the rocks. “Show me the way, then~ “
Malfie and Maleficent:
Tumblr media
One morning while you’re hanging up a particularly large bed sheet in the sun to dry, struggling a little bit with its size, you fail to notice the big, black raven land on the table you have your tea set on. It takes you a couple minutes, but as the raven watches you, you manage to get the damn sheet hung up as well as the rest of the laundry- before turning to your breakfast that had been cooling down while you worked.
You see the raven immediately, of course, perched a little too close to your porridge, and narrow your eyes… inching towards the table just a little bit at a time, hesitantly to waive your hand at it. “… Shoo.”
It doesn’t make a sound back, doesn’t even move. The thing just stares at you until you get as close as you dare, a couple steps, and stand there quite put-out at its gall. You are the human, aren’t you? It’s the woodland creature. Shouldn’t it… scatter? Huphing, you set your hands on your hips with a frown. This just wont do.
… Narrowing your eyes and thinning your lips, you attempt to vocally request it leaves your food alone- why you thought that speaking fairly to the bird would help you, you have no clue. But it wasn’t responding to traditional waiving and shooing, so why not try? “… excuse me? That’s my breakfast, sir- or ma’am? I’d really love it if you flew a bit away from it.”
At this, miraculously, the raven actually does lift up into the air with a flap of its wings, and you watch with wide eyes as it lands then on the chair beside the table- and promptly turns into a man.
Your jaw drops open and you breath in deeply to scream at the horrifying impossibility, that this aviary just transformed into a man, but he who is currently gazing into a black hand mirror at himself, oh-so-delicately raises a finger at you as if to shush you- without even glancing away from his reflection.
Promptly you shut your mouth, and frown again in an unamused, perturbed sort of way. Well, he’s a bit cheeky.
God- what are you thinking? You should be freaking out! This man was just a BIRD!-
You’re about to go ahead this time and scream at the top of your lungs, but just in time he actually looks away from the mirror an his soft gaze falls on you. “Please, don’t.”
Letting out the air again that you had in preparation to scream, you clench your fists in frustration and shake your head. “I think I have every right to scream!”
“Sure, of course you do- laying your lucky eyes on ME!” Oh- seriously?? “Aha, but please, I have business to attend to with you and it’ll be a lot easier for us both if you just keep your enthusiasm for later. Thank you.”
What- Looking around, you half wonder if this is a crazy trick of some kind. Loki? Are you around??
Who even is this man????
“Uh… you have… business, with me??” What kind of business would a bird-man have with you? Gods, so many questions.
“I do,” Giving a sweet smile that you don’t trust one bit, considering the mischievous nature of transformation magic and the almost sickly-sweet sound of his voice. While he pushes out of the hair you were going to have your long-forgotten-about breakfast in and stalks around you- long, long legs taking him in a circle around you swiftly.  “See… “Oh, he’s gazing at his reflection again. “My Mistress thinks you have a quality she could use. And she would like for you to join forces with us. Of course, there’s more to it then that and… you’d have to learn to live near me without becoming too enamoured all the time... but there are perks. Protection, for one- “
“Wait wait wait,” You cut in, turning just in time to cut him off from another circle, setting your hands back on your hips and leaning towards him; A stern look on your face as you tilt your head to the side. “Who’s your mistress?”
“Umm… “The guy looks upwards, thoughtful and only a little bit startled that you’re acting so gutsy with him. “I think you’ll have to give me an answer, before I tell you that.”
“Well, what’s the question??”
“Will you join her?”
“I don’t even know who ‘she’ is!!” This whole thing is mad-
“My apologies sweetheart- “
“What’s your name, then??”
“Oh,” The man drops down gracefully to one knee at once, then, and takes your hand in his; Guiding it towards his lips while you just seethe with frustration above him. “I’m Malfie~ “
You wrench your hand quickly away from him before he can kiss it, and his eyes go wide- looking up at you with a sudden awe-struck wonder. And- what- Is that a blush on his face? Is he serious?? “Take me to your Mistress, Malfie. I think I’d rather conduct business with her, if I must conduct it at all.”  
“As you wish, love… “
244 notes · View notes
echantedtoon · 5 months
Text
Love's Poison
He hated her. He was made to hate her. He did for her nativity, blind kindness. But love is infectious like a poison. Well one man's poison is another's passion.
(I own nothing/Everything belongs to Disney. Coverart not mine and found on Pinterest.)
Tumblr media
(Warnings: Snow White getting poisoned and mistreated by her stepmother and mentions of the evil queen's death.)
He was made to hate. Made to serve.
That was the first thing the child was told opening his eyes and staring upon his creator. But most importantly he was made to follow her every command. Her. EVERY. Command. No matter what it was. He learnt early as a young child that disobedience or not living up to expectations good enough would come with deadly consequences. He was sure to correct himself accordingly. After all he was content with his purpose and would live up to his Queen's expectations better than she was expecting him to be. It was easy to do after all for many years. If she wanted to know something tell her straight to the point. If she told him to do something it would be done by the hour. If she told him to jump he'd ask how high. If she asked him if she was beautiful then he'd tell her she was the most beautiful woman in existence. That pleased her the most. 
Although he thought she was always quite vain 
He never said it outloud and it was none of his business. He only had to serve and obey and she'd be happy. Of course there was one touchy subject the Queen always hated. And he saw said problem often amongst the maids scrubbing the floors or with the cooks washing dishes or with the gardeners often removing leaves from the garden. He hadn't paid the second child much mind at first assuming she was a daughter of the staff. And quite frankly it wasn't any of this business. His only business was to serve his Queen. However he hadn't expected her to literally come up to him one day carrying books with a big smile.
"You're new here. Are you going to scrub the floors too? Maybe we can keep each other company then!"
He only frowned upon her. "No. I work for her majesty. I'm not scullery maid like you."
She annoyingly looked happy at him. "Oh. That's a very important position. I'm impressed someone as young as us got it! That must mean you're very smart to have caught her attention."
He hummed... Perhaps she wasn't as naive as she looked if she figured that out. "That's between her majesty and myself."
"What's your name? My name is Snow White!"
He had to do a double take. Snow White? ...As in PRINCESS Snow White?! The one the Queen always mumbles disdain about?! He looked her up and down ... before deciding that she wasn't worth delaying his duties. 
"My name is of no concern to you. Excuse me. I have things to do."
Unfortunately that wouldn't be the last time the child princess would bother him. Often waving, smiling, and saying hello to him as he passed even if he outright ignored her. Her insistence was annoying and bothersome..But he supposed her didication to bring kind to everyone despite her situation was admirable. He's come to understand her situation more as the years pressed on. Of the Queen's cruel treatment of stripping her of the luxuries a normal princess should have and order her to be treated even worse than an ordinary maid being given nothing but rags to wear and scrapes from the kitchen to eat. It wasn't any of his business of course and he wasn't planning on making it his business but he couldn't help but wonder why she didn't just give up that kindness if all she's ever being shown is contempt and misery and disdain. Well as if to answer his ironic thoughts he just so happened to overhear a conversation between the unfortunate princess and another maid while walking by. 
"Princess you are such a kind soul. How are you able to show such gentleness as fate dealt you a bad hand?"
She only smiled that sweet smile he'd always seen her wife. "Because I would never want for anyone to go through anything like I have. It is better to show kindness where there is sorrow than to let that sorrow change you."
Her answer ... actually surprised him. He would not expect her to give such an answer but he still saw flaws. She was still naive with that kindness of hers. And he thought that again when she attempted to approach him again. He was unsure why she always did. Perhaps it was because they were both the only ones who were a similar age to one another? This time however was different than before when she presented him with a gift. A tart she had made in the kitchen. 
"What is that?"
"It's a tart, Silly." She only smiled that wide smile of hers. "I made it for you!"
He could only slowly blink at her slowly processing what he was told. "You made this..for me? You do know that I don't have any need for these things right? If I'm hungry I can order food from the servants anytime."
"I know but it wouldn't hurt to try one, right? You'll never know if you'll like it if you don't try it."
....He narrowed his eyes suspiciously looking between her and the desert before sighing and holding his hand out. "Fine. If you'll leave me alone to work then I'll take it."
Her eyes blinked wide in surprise but happily handed it over. "That makes me so happy! Does that mean I can know you're name now?"
"This doesn't make us friends in the slightest."
"I know but we've seen each other forever now and I can't address you by name. Think of how rude that is not being able to address someone properly at all despite seeing each other so often. You know my name so is it not courteous that I know yours?"
He hummed again. That sounded... reasonable. And the Queen never told him that he couldn't tell her his name. Just his work was off limits. "Alright...You may know my name but only out of courtesy. My name is Apple Poison."
"Apple Poison?" She hummed. "Quite an uncommon name."
"Says the girl who was named after the paleness of snow."
"Oh. I didn't mean to be rude. I've just never heard of it before is all. It's nice to finally meet you,  Apple Poison. It's a very nice name."
She giggled at him and he quite ignored the heat in his cheeks. However misfortune only followed her more as they slowly grew into adulthood. Everyday Snow White got more beautiful and every day the Queen would ask her mirror who was the farest in the land. Her self conscious and vanity getting worse and worse than the day before. But he never brought it up. After all it was none of his business. However what was his business was serving the Queen in everything she needed which usually involved her witchcraft. So often he found himself in the very hidden witches lair he was born from. A creation of the most poisoned apples and dark magic. It truly was a drab place even if he was used to it by now. His interactions with the ever growing beautiful princess continued. Every day she'd become more beautiful and it became apparent to all whom saw her. Ladies who used to gaze in envy at the Queen's beauty now looked on in awe at Snow White. Men who used to imagine marrying a woman like the Queen now gazed on with adoration at the princess. He found it quite annoying really as it annoyed the Queen and her bad mood always put harder work on him. So logically he should hate Snow White for this but..for some reason...
He just couldn't.
It annoyed him more that there was stares on the Princess now. And then it all came to a head. The day the magic mirror finally gave his Queen a different response. However he didn't know so at the time as he was attending to another matter at hand...And was absolutely NOT distracted by the beautiful sweet singing voice outside of the Queen's window. He was...merely looking outside waiting for Prince Florian's diplomatic arrival. Yes. That was what he was doing. By orders of the Queen. It was just a coincidence that Snow White happened to be scrubbing the steps and singing at the same time he decided to await for the Prince and it was more of a coincidence when the Prince arrived sneaking up to Snow White and frightening her back into the castle. A clear view of his face telling him that Prince Florian was enamored at her beauty by just one meeting. And it was just just a coincidence that his fists tightened in disdain knowing that. Pathetic. Being enamored without even knowing her first. There was more to life than just looks... Someone else could know that too. But it wasn't a coincidence that the Queen approached him also having seen the entire scene.
"Prince Florian has arrived in time for the diplomatic meeting with you on his father's behalf, Your highness."
"I can clearly see." She spoke calmly but with an underlying venom and rage in her soul. "Very well. I have other things that aquire my attention. Show him in. Fetch me my huntsman after and tell him I shall see him afterwards."
He rose a brow at this in question but it wasn't his business to question his orders so he just bowed. "It will be done."
He was not a part of any of the diplomatic affairs or any affairs of the Queen and her huntsman. Only knowing of the matter afterwards that the Princess disappeared unexpectedly and the huntsman had slain her. And only after the Queen told him of this fact. He-...
He never felt a shock of panic spear his chest harder than with those words but he didn't show it outwardly to the Queen other than maybe a flinch and his eyes going wide. The princess was...dead? Snow White was killed by her orders! The smiling face of kindness that always greeted him no matter what was.. gone. He should be happy about it. It meant that the Queen was happy and in turn he should be be happy too. So...why wasn't he? Why did it feel more like a great.. disappointment? Or dare he say sorrow? However both would be surprised when the Queen presented her usual question and proof of her crimes.
''Magic mirror on the wall. Who now is the fairest one of all?"
Like the dutiful servant they both were, the face in the mirror answered her truthfully. "Beyond the seven jeweled hills, beyond the seventh fall. In the cottage of the seven dwarves dwells Snow White fairest one of all."
That made him give pause. She was...alive? That can't be. Then how could the Queen have such a disgusting piece of evidence?
"Snow White lies dead within the forest. The huntsman has brought me proof. Behold. Her heart."
He had to slightly turn his eyes as to not feel that disgusted feeling in his stomach.
"Snow White still lives. Fairest in the land. The heart of a pig you hold in your hand."
"The heart of a pig?!...Then I've been duped."
She was so angry. He's never seen her throw something so hard and with such rage despite the almost calm face she wore. But ..If Snow White lived, then that meant that the Huntsman deliberately lied about what took place and failed to end the Princess's life. He immediately offered his own services to the angry Queen as a loyal way to pacify her anger.
"Your Majesty,  allow me to be tasked with completing this. I promise you results."
"No. If I want her death then I will do it myself. Leave and tend to the castle in my stead."
He didn't like that response but could do nothing but bow and agree with a bad feeling in his chest. "It shall be done."
He really didn't like this. Leaving the Queen for hours as she stormed off leaving him in her absence. The knots grew worse and worse before the temptation was too great and he gave in making his way down into the lair hours later where he'd last seen her. She said to tend to the castle and the lair was a part of the castle so he wouldn't be disobeying orders if he checked in on the drab place. Only to find it completely empty and barren. No living creature in sight. So where was the Queen? Only the thick smell of poisonous herbs were lingering in the air. He followed the smell over to a still bubbling cauldron and an open spell book. One look at the page it was on sent him frozen shocked.
Poisoned apples.
This page contained the potion recipe for poisoned apples. One of the ingredients used in his creation. Why would she be brewing this recipe? She hadn't done it since he was a child. Unless...UNLESS SHE WAS PLANNING ON USING THIS TO POISON SNOW WHITE. A piece of HIM!! SHE WAS GOING TO USE A PIECE OF HIM TO USE AGAINST HER!! Perhaps that was the part that made him snap or cause him lunacy enough to go after the Queen. But not before reading through the page in the spellbook and seeing vital piece of information.
The victim of the Sleeping Death can be revived only by love's first kiss...
The rain was pouring down from the harsh night sky. No moon or stars to light the way through the woods. Trees screamed from the winds' torment pushing their branches about and making shadows dance. The rain pounded against his body soaking him down to the bone and freezing his body to the core but still he pressed onwards and didn't stop. He came too far to stop now. He followed the magic  mirrors directions to a T.  Beyond the seven jeweled hills and beyond the seventh fall. Snow White resided inside a cottage waiting..And hopefully still alive. Mud and water squelched and splashed under his boots the farther and farther he went. Until a noise could be heard distantly above the rain and wind.
THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD.
Like a loud banging over and over again. That must mean something was close right? He continued on following the noise until he pushed a bush aside and was beheld with a sight. Down from him was a dim light. A dim light shining in through a window of a straw roofed collage. It looked completely abandoned right now other than a dim candle in the window. The banging was the door leading into the cottage being slammed repeatedly over and over again by the harsh winds. Instantly he approached but cautiously in case there was danger afoot. The darkness of the cottage didn't welcome him with any warmth as he approached the door and a strong hand grabbed it to stop it's harsh barrage and it was opened.
The inside was dark and quiet. Devoid of any signs of life. It was quiet...too quiet. Where was everyone? The Door was opened wider and he stepped inside carefully looking around. It was dry inside from the rain and warmer than the outside. The only signs of life was a single candle still lit on the nearby table. That must've been the light he saw. It..didn't look like anything was disturbed. Perhaps he was wrong? Perhaps the Queen did not come here. Perhaps everyone was asleep and accidentally left the door open? But then how was no one awakened by the constant door banging? Either everyone living here was a very deep sleeper or something was obviously wrong. He approached the candle raising a brow at how short it was. It obviously had been lit for a while so why leave a single flame? He stepped forward and paused as his foot thudded against something. His eyes widened as a red apple with a single bite rolled along the floor and thudded against a hand lying on the floor barely lit up by the dim light. 
His form froze for a good moment before he scrambling around the table and again freezing at what he saw. On the floor laid a limp body. Looking as though it collapsed all of a sudden. The eyelids closed on a pale but familiar face.
"Snow White!"
He was quick to kneel next to the beautiful woman and gently pushed her onto her back before lifting her upper body into his lap elevating her head. She limply laid there as his hand gently held her cheek unresponsive. His eyes went from her lips to the apple with a single bite and his worse fears were confirmed. She'd been cursed by the same thing he was made from. The closest thing he had for a friend. The only on whom showed him unwavering kindness despite everything. His eyes looked almost panicked. He was...too late. The Queen had already been here and either tricked her into eating the apple or something else more dastardly.And now she was gone.
...Or was she?
His gazed forlornly at her lips. True love's first kiss. But Snow White hadn't even fallen in love with anyone. She was never given a chance. And no one he knows of had fallen in love with her. Everyone just had an infatuation with her beauty at most. He found it bothersome, stupid even. However the longer he gazed at her ..Well.. Perhaps he'd...He leaned down. With a soft breath he leaned over and met her soft lips with those of his own. Soft. That's what she's always been. Nothing but soft and kind to him. His connection to her was broken and he waited. For a long moment nothing happened and he felt a pang in his guts. It.. hadn't worked. Of course someone as poisonous as him wouldn't remove more poison. His head hung but froze seeing her chest rising and falling. She...SHE WAS BREATHING! His head snapped back to her face. Until eventually her eyelids moved a little bit and they opened. Soft lashes fluttered as beautiful eyes peered out dazed into the world. The first thing she saw being his face..and her brows furrowed confused but not afraid.
"Apple...But what are you doing here? I must be having a nice dream."
He continued to stare at her before a relieved breath left him and he held her closer. "It is. Just the ending of a bad dream now."
23 notes · View notes
marrondrawsalot · 9 months
Text
I had a funny but sad idea for Darling for the magical girl au, and imma write
- -
Darling been sneaking out more often, from the crack of dawn or the rise of the dusk. She is always out, she had found comfort from the bang songs. It always drive a strange part of her heart to glow, it was like magic was enchanting her within every step. She wanted to get closer and closer to the concert, stop herself from being hidden. But she cannot get so greedy, within every hour of spending her time at every concert. She felt a new part grew within her heart, she was starting to think away from her benevolent queen plan.
But when the time comes, she always fly back to the darken castle. And this time, was much different. She had to sneak past her queen loyal partner. Apple Poison. she had to sneak past him, but somehow. She is always heard no matter how hard she silence her steps. “You’ve been at that concert, didn’t you?” He asked, as he was leaned against the wall. “I have no idea-” the girl quickly responded. “Save it. I can tell you are hiding something….” The man replied, stepping towards the short raven girl. “You visit them, and you choose not to attack but to listen?” As Darling step back, stumbling with her footing as she tumbled backwards down. As she faced the man with fear wielding her eyes, “the only thing keeping you alive…. Is my mercy…. Remember your place and remember your duty…” he said, as he always pitied the young girl. She never knew her own mother, only story tales to keep her company.
“I…. It….” The girl mumbled, “I will forget what my lack of judgement…. And forget the persuasion…. I am at fault.” She said, as Apple Poison steps away. “Good girl…. Now rest… the queen doesn’t want to see a wrinkle on you.” As the man steps away. The girl stayed quiet, sitting on the ground. “….. mother…. Is it okay for me to betray what I’m told to follow?…. Will you do the same too?…” she asked herself. As she dawn on the bird mask she was told to wear, “because I wish to do so too…..” she said. As she swiftly returns to her chambers to rest.
@adrianasunderworld @mangacupcake @writing-heiress @the-weirdos-mind @skboba-stars @nproduction626
31 notes · View notes
danguiee27 · 5 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
(Gordi)Blancanieves x apple poison (coco)
Se suponía que esto era para halloween pero por culpa de mi vida y del teléfono no pude terminarlo jeje que cosas de la vida .
En fin, creo que hay gente que conoce a apple poison de los reclutadores de villanos del evento de halloween en Disney (creo que es en Japón no me acuerdo) y bueno este personaje es chipiado con blancanieves,pues este chip ya existe y la verdad ando enamorada de el y como no juntarlo con mi chip más soft jeje
13 notes · View notes
jinxthejubilee · 2 months
Note
So I have a question that I feel as if you're the only one who'll get it well:
So imagine this, a world with the stories is the same but sometimes after the villains have a final curtain call of their motives, but one thing is drastically different... And that's their recruiters are fully evil. Not only that but are so wicked and far not even their once masters can stop them
Either some were abandoned or betrayed by their villains or others simply didn't get their villains help from the beginning, but the end result is the same, they are cruel and ruthless
My question is, if this case scenario was true, what would you think their villain arcs are like?
First off, I'm sorry that it took so long to answer this ask. Life has been quite hectic for me these past few months, so I took a bit of a break. So, to make up for it, let's have some fun here!
Second, it really depends on what established lore you've set for them. Some people have different interpretations of their characters, but if you're going by my personality pages, I have some ideas:
Apple 🍎
Apple seems like the type to claw his way to power no matter what. If he didn't meet the Evil Queen/Grimhilde, he probably would've served under other corrupt monarchs before somehow manipulating them or the people around them to overthrow that monarch and take his "rightful" place as the new ruler.
Very politically oriented than outright murderous.
Jack Heart ❤️
Jack is kinda hard to imagine being strictly "evil" since he's more of the "fun guy who doesn't care about the consequences" type.
But, if you want to lean into him being more insane, I can totally see him becoming more and more unhinged as time goes on.
He craves chaos. He craves destruction. Similar to Kefka Palazzo from Final Fantasy, but less existential and nihilistic.
I doubt that he'd take out the Queen of Hearts, but for this case, let's say he did: He'd make it a spectacle. To show everyone in Wonderland who the true king is.
No longer does he want to be a pawn at her disposal. He'll have it all, one way or another.
Mr. Dalmatia 🐾
Even if this is the 101 Dalmatians universe, where animals are way smarter than we know, I don't see Dalma becoming a supervillain.
Maybe a gang leader of street dogs or something if he was never adopted by Cruella.
Or, more likely, if he was ever betrayed by Cruella, he would plot his revenge, killing everyone, even Pongo, Perdita, the puppies, and the others by burning Hell Hall to the ground and closing any escape routes, then disappear into the woods. Never to be seen again.
Eight Foot Joe 🐙
MURDER.
He finally snaps from exhaustion and has a full-on Death Note-style murder plot to kill Ursula.
Whether he uses an ancient artifact, potions, or goes along with Ursula's plot, only to steal the trident from her after she accidentally kills Flotsam and Jetson, that betrayal is coming full force.
He becomes the new king of the sea. Finally earning the respect he deserves.
Malfi/Malfie 🪞
Malfi, at least in my headcanons, was an actual bird who was later turned human-ish by Maleficent.
Considering how powerful she is in comparison to everyone on this list, I doubt that Malfi would be brave or powerful enough to take her on in a fight.
Malfi is more of an opportunist. He'd lie and wait for Philip to kill Maleficent. Then, once she's out of the way, he'd kill Philip himself.
Unfortunately, while he was trained by the Mistress of All Evil, he knows Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather would cause problems, so he'd capture them somehow and drain them of their magic, so he could use it to curse the kingdom once again.
Malfi would have everything he's ever wanted: Power, a kingdom, a beautiful bride, and servants and subjects that cater to his every whim.
Pretty Scar (Mzuri) ✨️
I've talked in length about what would happen at the end of The Lion King if PS was there to witness or take part in the killing of Scar, and I honestly don't see her in a leadership position of any kind.
But, if we want to change it up a bit, instead of giving up on Scar after he dies, we find out later that she joined Zira and helped raise Kovu.
Like Zira, she believes Kovu will one day become the great king destined to overthrow Simba and avenge Scar
This Mzuri, despite the fact that Scar betrayed her fellow hyenas, still worships Scar because she's used to the abuse she suffers from her family. She blames Simba for placing Scar in a position where he would have to throw the hyenas under the bus to save his own life.
Ms. Hades 🔥
As I've stated before, I see Ms. Hades as a creation of Hades, so her betraying him is kind of pointless, seeing as he could easily destroy her if he wanted to.
If she was to go all-out villain, though, she'd probably wait to reveal herself as the true villain until Hercules was far enough into the River Styx to die of old age. Then, she'd most likely push Hades down there or use some enchanted item of some kind to bind him, then throw him into the river.
Her motive? She despised working for someone who treated her like an object. She was created for the sole purpose of working beneath him, and she could stand it ko longer.
I see her as someone who doesn't focus on the petty things, and that's what makes her so deadly.
She's so calm, collected, and controlled that she doesn't let any weakness of hers slip through the cracks. She looks through every possible option, every little detail. She makes good work of using any opportunities Hades never thought to use.
She is a force of nature; an untamable fire. There is no question that she will take over the living world and Mount Olympus. All hail the queen.
Veil 🔔
If Veil had never met Frollo, I don't see the possibility of her becoming a villain simply because she wouldn't have the resources to raise her status as a "lowly commoner." That, and her personality. She was essentially groomed to become Frollo's loyal follower. That wouldn't have happened otherwise
So, if we work with the opposite of what I wrote as an ending for Veil on her page, similarly to Pretty Scar, Veil would be so brainwashed that she'd still defend Frollo and continue his reign of terror in his absence. Only this time, it's even more dangerous than before.
Lady Hock (Hook) 🪝
Again, I really don't see her as a supervillain personality-wise, and even if Hock was betrayed by Captain Hook, I see her going down a more heroic path than anyone else.
Even if she never met the captain, I don't see her becoming a villain either. She's remarkably chill and goes with the flow in most situations.
The best I can see is that if you altered her personality a tad, she'd allow Captain Hook to kill the Lost Boys and Wendy.
Unless she finally got fed up with Hook's cowardice and decided to get rid of him, then the kids. But again, that's less likely.
Faja 🌹
I'll give Jafar this: He never betrayed Iago. They were practically best buds in the first movie, so I don't doubt that he might be the same with Faja.
However, if all three of them became trapped in the lamp, they'd all drive each other crazy. So much so that later on, once they learn about Iago's escape and betrayal, Faja realizes how power-hungry and abusive he's become. Should this happen, she will help defeat Jafar with Aladdin and the gang once and for all, but she'd immediately turn on them all afterwards.
Or, if we go with the option of her never meeting Jafar, unlike Veil's situation, magic exists in this world, so I can definitely see her taking a similar path as Jafar and learning magic on her own to escape her life as a street rat. Except more erratic and unhinged.
8 notes · View notes
blackpoison66 · 4 months
Text
Apple poison x snow white
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Art: @おちゃのこ
69 notes · View notes
artctrlcee · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media
Some of my fav new poses
86 notes · View notes
37zack11 · 11 months
Text
Tumblr media
apple poison🍎
(remake my illustration)
20 notes · View notes
ninjaofdeath16 · 5 months
Note
ohhhhhh, so you're basically saying that if the person they love is taken away from the recruits (Snow White, Ariel, Alice, etc.)
Would they essentially become the replacement for their villain or the new villains?
Just as you said that Jack would become like the new and ruthless King of Hearts replacing the Queen of Hearts If Alice were to die, could we say that Adam would become an evil King like Grimhilde If he lost Snow White , Joe a new witch/monster of the depths like Ursula If he lost Ariel, etc?
In essence, yes, that's how I see their lives going. Since the Recruits are essentially an extension of their villains, that was how I always saw them going in my stories.
So if Adam were to lose Snow White, and was still alive after his battle with Grunes, he would become an Evil King and go through the tragedy of trying to revive his lost love.
(Very much like the grief consumed League of Legends Ruined King)
If Jack lost Alive, he would become the new blood thirsty King of Hearts in search for someone who would show him a world of color like Alice had.
If Joe lost Ariel a second time, in my version and retelling he would have become a mindless beast of sorts with little coherence to some of his actions because he's consumed by grief and guilt of his failures.
11 notes · View notes
fun-sized-issy · 11 months
Text
I Need Your Consent (Apple Poison x Fem!Reader)
Summary: Apple Poison wishes to dance with you, but he won’t do it unless he has your permission. Of course, that wasn’t the only situation where he needed your consent.
Word Count: 3,958
A/N: Originally, this was supposed to be an OC x Canon oneshot. But due to the lack of oneshots in the Disney Villain Recruiters tag, I decided to share and make this an ‘x reader’. This is also the reason why Reader has an animal friend, but you can choose the species and name of said animal. This is also my first oneshot so please go easy on me.
Key: (g/c) = glove color, (e/c) = eye color, (a/f/n) = animal friend’s name, (Y/N) = Your name, (a/f/b/p) = animal friend’s body part, (d/c) = dress color
Tumblr media
Apple Poison holds his hand out with a bow, waiting for me to take his hand. I look at his hand and him as my hand reaches out. My hand glides to his palm ever so elegantly, prepared to land in his palm. Right as my fingers are ready to make contact with his, I stop. My hand hovers reluctantly above his outstretched hand. There are two things I realized just in that moment.
One: I can’t dance. Two: Even if I did, I would be dancing with a villain. A Villain Recruiter at that. 
What would that mean for me? That I am willing to join their side? To help them aid their masters?
What if that’s not the case? What if I just want to spend one moment, one dance, one hour, with them? What if I don’t want to join their side? What if-
“What’s wrong?” A voice breaks my train of thought.
I look up at Apple Poison and worry paints his face. “What’s the matter?” He asks again, straightening himself. 
“I…,” I utter. What do I tell him? 
Do I tell him my concerns? Do I tell him I can’t dance? Or do I make up some bullshit lie and tell him I’m having stomach pains?
“I…,” I tried again. Nothing else comes out. 
My mind scrambles as I try to find a suitable answer to his question.
“Do you…want to dance?” He asks.
“I do, but…,” - I feel butterflies fluttering around my stomach - “I…”
“You can’t dance?” He finishes with a quirked eyebrow. 
My heart flutters just from seeing his finely shaped eyebrow rise. “I-It’s not just that. It’s…,” I stutter as my body temperature rises. 
My hands sweat underneath my (g/c) gloves and my mouth runs dry. The power this man has just from manipulating his physical features. My eyes dart around as I find a solution to save this awkward moment. 
                                                            --- 
He looks at you with concern as you turn shy. 
Has the amount of people in the ballroom given you stage fright? No, that can’t be. You didn’t appear hesitant when he led you to the center of the ballroom.
Can you not dance? Well, you did say it wasn’t just that.
So what- 
It hits him. 
He surveys the room and sees everyone - both the Heroes and the Villains - watching the two of you with anticipation. He looks at the Villain Recruiters and they too have their eyes on both of you. 
His eyes go back to you and you quickly glance to the side. 
He gets it now. 
If you dance with him, it will look like you’re joining the Villain Recruiters. It will be a good thing for the Recruiters but a bad thing for the Heroes. Not only that, but everyone in this room will make an assumption of whose side you’re on. Either way, you’re in the spotlight and whatever choice you make next will determine how the audience - no, the entire room - will react. 
That’s why his next words are “If you don’t want to, that’s fine.”
                                                         —
I looked at him confused and let out a “Huh?”
He lets out a breath and clarifies, “If you don’t want to dance, then that’s fine. I won’t force you.”
Now I’m really confused. “You mean…you weren’t forcing me to dance with you?” I ask.
“No.” He shakes his head. “I would never.”
“But I thought…this was your way of showing everyone, especially the Heroes, that I’ve joined the Villain Recruiters.”
He looks at me with hurt. “That’s what you thought?”
“Ah, no! I just- I thought-” I stammer. I just thought that he wanted to dance with me. Just for fun. Just to spend some time together. 
Apple Poison lets out a sigh, earning my attention. He gazes at me with an unreadable expression. A chill snakes down my spine and I try to think of what to say in case things go south. “Apple Poison-” I start but he holds up his hand.
“As much as I want you to join the Villain Recruiters, I can’t.”
What? 
“What are you saying? I thought you-”
“Just let me finish.” - he looks at me pleadingly - “I don’t want you to join the Recruiters because I forced you. I want you to join because you wanted to.”
His words hang in the air as I process them. He wants me to join the Villain Recruiters out of my own will? He’s not making me join by force?
Wait, is he…?
“Are you…asking me for my consent?” 
“Yes.” - he nods - “Right now, I’m asking for your consent to dance with me.”
Did he remember?
                                                          —
Of course he remembered. Actually, it has been plaguing his mind ever since you mentioned it.
Consent. 
You can even say he remembers that day like it was yesterday. 
Both of you were sitting under a tree in your secret hiding spot. You were laying on your back with your head resting on his lap. The sky above was covered by the branches and leaves only allowed small rays of sunlight. 
Your (e/c) eyes were transfixed on that clear, bright blue sky, even though it was blocked by those webbed-shaped branches. He sent a glance your way and breathed out a chuckle as he wiped his apple with his sleeve. Apple Poison was worried that you might hurt your eyes just from staring into the sky for too long.
“You’re going to hurt your eyes just from staring at the sky,” he joked.
“Oh, but I don’t see the sun,” you laughed back.
“Heh, the sun may shine so bright it may burn the trees.”
“But then our hiding spot we’ll be exposed and we’ll have no place to ourselves.”
He chuckled and scrubbed a dirty spot clean on his apple. He held the apple up to the little rays of sunlight and turned it in his hand, admiring it from all sides. Satisfied, he smiles to himself and gives the apple a kiss.
“Did that apple give you its consent?” You asked.
He turns to you in confusion. “Huh?”
You looked up at him and asked again, “Did that apple in your hand give you its consent?”
“Consent?”
You sit up and turn to him incredulously. “You’ve never heard of consent?” You questioned.
He looked at you blankly. The silence between you two is deafening. 
To say you were surprised that Apple Poison has never heard of consent would be an overstatement. You weren’t surprised to learn that Apple Poison has never heard of consent before. After all, the Grimm Brothers and even Walt Disney himself didn’t even bother to write in consent in their fairy tales or their adaptations. Now that you think about it, you’re not even sure if these creators bothered to add consent in their stories at all. 
You glanced away in thought. “Do you know what consent is?” You softly asked Apple Poison.
You received silence as your answer.
Apple Poison doesn’t know what consent is. He doesn’t even know why you seem so concerned about this ‘consent’ thing. He’s seen numerous couples kiss each other during his strolls around Disneyland. How is consent related to kissing?
You let out a sigh and sit up straight. Gazing ahead, you tuck your arms under your knees. “Consent is permission to do something with someone,” you explained. “For example, giving someone a kiss on the lips.”
Apple Poison looked away after hearing your definition of consent. He is conflicted. Very conflicted.
He’s heard the story of Snow White numerous times. 
His master wanted to be the fairest in all the land. One day, the Magic Mirror told her that the princess Snow White was the fairest one of all. She didn’t like that answer and tasked the Huntsman to kill Snow White, in addition to placing her heart inside a box.
The Huntsman didn’t have the heart to kill Snow White and told her to run away. He then placed another heart inside the box to fool his master. The plan didn’t work because the Mirror told her that Snow White had lived and the heart inside that box belongs to that of a pig. 
Angered, his master decided to kill Snow White herself. That’s how she created the infamous poison apple. It is an apple that will curse anyone to sleep should they take one bite out of it. Disguised as an old woman, she gives Snow White the poisoned apple and tricks her into taking a bite, promising that her wishes will come true. Snow White takes one bite and is cursed to eternal sleep. 
The Dwarves found her and mourned for her ‘death’. They placed her inside a coffin made of glass because they didn’t have the heart to bury her. A year after her supposed ‘death’, the prince finds the sleeping princess and wakes her up with a kiss, for true love’s kiss was the only way to break the sleeping curse. 
That’s how he knew the story. That’s how it’s been told over the years. There was no part about consent or asking to be kissed. 
And now you’re saying you need consent just so you can kiss someone? 
When was that a thing?
Apple Poison looked at you, wanting to hear more about consent, but stopped. Does Malfie know about consent too? After all, the curses featured in both their tales can only be broken by true love’s kiss. 
“Is something wrong?” You asked worriedly.
He opened his mouth but nothing came out. You brought your legs closer to your chest and laid your head on your arms. You cheekily asked, “Was that too much to handle?”
“...How…How do you know about consent?” He inquired.
You rotate your head and your chin rests on your arms. “I learned about it in high school during Sex Ed,” you answered.
His eyebrows furrowed and you sat up, telling him that will be a story for another time. After all, as one of the oldest Recruiters among the Villain Recruiters there’s a lot of things he doesn’t know about. Especially in these modern times. 
You swung your hands behind you and leaned back, exhaling a sigh. Facing him, you asked, “So about my question earlier, did that apple give you its consent to kiss it?”
He chuckled to himself and looked at the apple in his hand. One beat later, he looks back at you and laughs, “Apples can’t talk.”
You held your hand out and made a grabby motion. “Why don’t I ask it?” You suggested. “Maybe it’ll talk to me.”
He gave you a skeptical look. “Do you speak apple?” He joked.
“No,” - you shook your head - "but I can try.” You reached for the apple. 
He brought his arm up to keep the apple out of your reach. You leaned forward and tried to bring his arm down from blocking you. His arm remained firm and he leaned away from you, giving the apple as much distance as he could between the two of you. You both gave your share of laughs as the two of you continued your little game. It’s just fun and games right now, so both of you enjoy it. 
                                                           —
I gawk at him with my mouth hanging slightly open. “You…want my consent?” I repeat.
“Yes,” he confirms.
“You remember that day I told you about consent?”
“Yes.” He looks away shyly. “That day has never left my mind. I've been thinking about it lately.”
Then it hits you. “Wait. Was that why you didn’t-”
“Yes.” He looks back at you with sincerity in his eyes. “That was why I didn’t kiss you that time.”
                                                          —
He stands at the doorway. His body froze in place and his eyes stared at your resting form.
You laid still on the bed you slept on. Your eyes were closed shut, your lips open just crack, your limbs unmoving, and your chest just as still as your body. 
You’re not dead. Rather, you have been cursed. 
How did you get cursed? Why, he doesn’t know the full details. Your animal friend, (a/f/n), searched for him frantically and told him that you have been cursed to sleep. 
He rushed over to your side and called out your name in desperation. 
No response.
He tried again with his hand on your cheek and his eyes pleading. He knew- no, he had an idea that could break your curse. But it was an idea that he was hesitant to try. 
                                                           —
If I was in his shoes, Apple Poison would probably see the stars twinkling in my eyes. Yes, I may be too stunned to speak at this moment but that didn’t mean I was disappointed or angry at him.
I was just so shocked that he took my words into consideration. This is the same man who was an apple brought to life by an evil queen whose story is centuries old. 
“(Y/N),” - he holds his hand out - “do you wish to dance with me?”
I glance at his hand and at him with my own hand raising to my side. A smile grows on my face and I place my hand on his. “Yes,” I answer.
He smiles back and holds my hand ever so gently. His free hand guides my other hand to his shoulder and my eyes follow said hand to my side. I look back at him and he looks at me with gentleness in his eyes.
It’s no wonder why so many people swoon over him. He truly is a gentleman. 
He leans close and mutters, “Follow my lead.” 
                                                          —
Apple Poison takes a step back and you look down as you follow him with a step forward. With each step back, you follow him with one step forward. As you dance with him, he notices your hesitance with each step you take. Not to mention, you look down as you take a step forward. He gives you a gentle squeeze, which earns your attention. 
He gives you an assuring smile and his eyes tell you that you will be fine. He is here to guide you after all. You just need to trust him.
                                                          —
So I try. I take another step with trust this time but I still look down. I don’t step on his feet and I look back at him. 
He smiles and tilts my chin up to face him. “Hehe, you’re supposed to look at your partner while dancing,” he chuckles.
I smile bashfully and we continue to waltz; this time I don’t look down. As we dance, I glance around the room and see everyone staring at us. Their stares aren’t as expectant or feel as intimidating as before. The guests now stare with curiosity and interest, even some of them are looking at the person next to them. 
I look back at AP and he gives me that smirk. Not the cruel ‘I told you so’ smirk but the gentle ‘It’s okay’ smirk. All I had to do was trust him.
                                                         —
One pair of guests joins the dance floor and soon another and another. One by one, more people pair up and dance together, regardless if they are a Villain or a Hero.
Apple Poison gives his share of quick glances around the room. He snorts out a chuckle when he spots Pretty Scar dancing with Mr. Dalmatia in excitement, much to his chagrin. She probably nagged him to dance with her. He can tell from how stiffed Mr. Dalmatia is dancing.
He looks back at you as you both waltz about in the room. You give him your precious smile and he returns it with his, both of you too elated to stay professional.
With every step you both take his mind wanders. Not out of a daydream, but rather in memory. 
“Why don’t you try kissing her?” A deep voice echoes in the room. 
Apple Poison turns to the voice and sees a finely dressed man with feathers decorating both his collar and the sleeves of his suit, accompanied with a top hat. His hands rest on the cane in front of him and his stance emits a powerful aura. 
“Mr. V,” Apple Poison called out.
“Your girl seems to be takin’ a nice nap,” Mr. V jests and leans forward. “Why not give her a wake up kiss?”
Apple Poison looks at you and his eyes drift in thought. True love’s kiss is usually the only remedy to sleeping spells and curses. So why is he so hesitant to kiss you? If he knew it was the key to breaking your curse surely he would’ve kissed you by now, right?
He straightens himself and studies your sleeping face. His gaze fall down to your lips before going back to your face. Just one kiss ought to wake you, right? Surely you will wake up after he gives you a true love’s kiss, correct?
Apple Poison gulps and exhales a sigh. He can feel the stares of your animal friend and Mr. V burning his back. He’s getting nervous. It’s probably from the penetrating stares of the other two occupants in his room. 
He places his hands on either side of your face and his body hovers over you.  He breathes out from his nose and closes his eyes, ready to kiss you. 
He leans forward.
Mr. V and (a/f/n) watch in anticipation. 
His face gets closer to yours. 
Mr. V and (a/f/n) lean closer, eager to see him wake you up. 
Apple Poison stops and both of your faces are just inches away from each other. He places his forehead on yours.
If one of them were to blink, they would’ve missed that split second move. Mr. V and your animal friend exchange confused glances. What’s the hold up, they wonder.
He opens his eyes and glances at your lips. He leans back and scoops your head. Apple Poison holds you up gently and wraps his arms around your body. He rests his chin on your shoulder and gently rocks you back and forth. His eyes shut immediately to hold back his tears. The last thing he needs are two people watching this charming gentleman cry. 
Mr. V and (a/f/n) are equally confused. “Why didn’t you kiss her?” (a/f/n) asks innocently.
He puts you down ever so gently and caresses your face with such tenderness. His eyes never leave your face as he responds, “She never gave me her consent.”
“What’s wrong?” 
His head snaps out of thought and he looks at you. Your eyebrows are scrunched together and your head tilted at a slight angle. 
Apple Poison opens his mouth to calm your worries but his eyes land on your mouth. Your mouth is slightly open just like how he found you that time. 
He looks at you solemnly as his curled fingers rest against your face. As much as he wants to kiss you, as much as he wants to wake you up with true love’s kiss, he can’t. You never gave him your consent to kiss you while you’re asleep. In fact, you even said it yourself that you didn’t want anyone kissing you awake. 
“Heh. If there’s ever a time when I’m asleep, the last thing I want is someone giving me a kiss,” you scoffed.
He turns away from you and his hand leaves your face. He looks absently at the stone-tiled floor, despondent that he can’t wake you up. 
(a/f/n) goes over to his side and places a (a/f/b/p) on his arm. Apple Poison gives them a glance in acknowledgement, but doesn’t have the energy to muster up a smile. Not even his lips can curl up the smallest of smiles.
Mr. V exhales a long sigh and says, “Well, sorry about your girl, Apple Poison.”
Apple Poison hums and brushes off Mr. V’s comment.
“Still,” - Mr.V leans forward - “when did you learn about consent?”
He turns his head to you and breathes out a small laugh, lips breaking into a sad smile. Apple Poison looks down as he answers, “She told me about it one day. It’s never left my mind ever since.”
Mr. V stares at him intently. “You really care about this girl,” he observed.
“It’s obvious, no?”
“What is?” 
Everyone snaps their heads in your direction. Here you are: awake, sitting upright, and confused. You raise an eyebrow at their wide-eyed shock. 
“What?” You asked.
“You’re…awake….,” Apple Poison said
“Yeah?”
Apple Poison dives into a hug, no longer able to keep his emotions in check. “You’re awake,” he whispered as he held you close.
You stiffly return his hug with a small pat on his back. “Yeah…,” you replied awkwardly.
                                                         —
“Apple Poison?” I call once again. He makes eye contact with me once again. 
I give him a sly smirk. “Maybe I should become a siren with your mind wandering every five seconds.”
“It’s nothing,” he assures.
My smirk curls into a frown. “You sure?” I ask. “You’ve been spacing out a lot ever since we danced. It’s not like you if you ask me.”
His face softens and Apple Poison gives me an unreadable look. I glance around awkwardly and suggest, “Erm, we can sit down if you want. You must be tired-”
“It’s nothing I assure you,” he said. “I…I was just thinking about that time you…,”
It takes me a moment to recall the time Apple Poison is talking about. My eyes widened in realization and I exhale an “Oh”. 
Apple Poison smiles and gives me a twirl. I spin and my skirt twirls out in a huge (d/c) circle. I face Apple Poison and pull him close to me. His body comes forward with a force and I wrap my arms around him. 
                                                            —
Now he is the one taken aback. 
Your hands rest on his back and your chin lands on his shoulder. His arms are out as he processes your split-second move. 
He looks at you from the corner of his eye. “(Y/N)-” 
“Sorry, I…I couldn’t help myself,” you apologized.
“You couldn’t help yourself?” He repeats. “What do you mean?”
“I want to return your hug.” You hug him tighter.
Apple Poison goes quiet as he processes your words. The more he thinks about your words the more he realizes the importance of consent. If he had kissed you while you were asleep, you probably would’ve slapped him or worse. But because he chose to hug you instead, here you are hugging him in the middle of the ballroom for all eyes to see. 
But he can care less, for he hugs you back with the same amount of care and gentleness he did after you woke up. 
“I don’t understand. Why did she wake up?” He wondered aloud. “I didn’t kiss her.”
“Hmmm….” Mr. V brings his thumb and forefinger in thought. “Maybe because it was an act of true love, rather than true love’s kiss. After all, the same thing happened with Elsa and her sister.”
He brings you closer to his chest and enfolds you in his arms. His head rests on your shoulder and his eyes close shut, holding back his tears. Apple Poison lets out a shaky sigh and rubs your back, calming his nerves.
Slightly taken aback, you comfort him by returning the gesture. Both of you don’t care about the eyes that catch your embrace; you both are simply in your own little bubble.
In fairytales, a kiss would take the place of your hug, but in this fairytale - or rather story - a hug takes the place of a kiss. 
All because the princess told her prince the importance of consent.
Tumblr media
A/N: I invite all artists to draw fanart of this oneshot. If you liked it, reblog this story and give it a like. Don’t hesitate to send a little message and feedback (constructive criticism, please) and maybe I’ll write more stories like this in the future.
42 notes · View notes