#ask queenie

[askthequeen]

“me. my husband kinger. and my husbands husband kaufmo”

This is my husband, Kinger, and Kinger's boyfriend, Kaufmo

@kinger-fr @ask-kaufmotheclown

[liesonthefloordramatically]

"Jotaro & Polnareff fic" >:3

(ask game over here)

This one shockingly has an outline??? That I will not share, because it spoils literally the whole fic, but basic concept is:

four scene* fic spanning from SDC to pre-SO, charting the relationship between Jotaro & Polnareff juxtaposed with the Jotaro & Star Platinum and Polnareff & Silver Chariot relationships JUXTAPOSED with their own readings on and reactions to the other's relationships and how that shifts the relationship between the two of them. If you are thinking, "That sounds very conceptually complicated," there are extra layers on top of that because of course there are, what did you expect from a Queenie fic.

The big hold-up here is just that I need the time and energy to write. Which is in very short supply these days. And also I have to be in the headspace to write incredibly complicated and entangled relationships (my favorite) and also Jotaro (sometimes writing him is like herding cats) and also Polnareff (literally every time I sit down to write him the first bit is just me being like "HOW DO I EVEN WRITE THIS GUY").

*I say "scene" but you know that once I start writing either the scenes are going to get extremely long or it's going to wind up being four chapters or both. Four one-scene chapters--where each scene is way longer than any scene has a right to be and also time is hecked--is probably realistic, given who I am as a person.

[queenieofaces]

Hey, I read your posts all the time back when you were more active and I was figuring myself out. Just wanted to say: Thanks, and I hope whatever you're up to now is going well. :)

Hi, anon! Thank you for your lovely note! I'm really glad that my posts were helpful for you.

I'm doing...okay-ish these days! Started a new job as a professor, so I'm currently recovering from last semester/feverishly prepping for next semester, thus the continued radio silence. I am very tired all the time these days, but what else is new. There are a couple of posts that have been stewing in my mind for...literal years at this point, but we'll see if/when they manifest. (I am figuring out how to get involved in the queer mentorship program at my uni, and have connected with my local ace meet-up, although am currently too wiped to make the trek to meet-ups during the semester.)

Anyway, thank you for dropping me a line, and I hope that you're having a lovely day. ♣️

[url0calcrvckhead]

Tea 🍵

Yes✅

Queenie(@askthequeen):Yes✅

[cheatsykoopa98]

pweeese can we get more queenie adopting jax fluff?

This was after Jax accidentally called Queenie mom

TADC DAD AU 15

[lionheart-giddings]

well hey!! ❤️ got a song for me, mayhaps? ;D

for the sheer softness of you and your fics!

send me a ❤️ for a song

[obamerzslop]

uhrm caine and queenie fighting over kinger

Caine is having none of that lol, Kinger just dosen't want them to fight :[

[floxiewolf122]

What are their personalities like?

[bibbysstuff]

Queenie just elegantly dancing by herself with Kinger watching lovestruck?

[askthequeen]

I found this on the internet after Caine gave me a computer, it’s the closest thing I have to connecting to the real world right now

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Ask Info

Ask box is open

If I do not answer your question it’s cause it made me uncomfortable, I can’t answer it, or something personal

Clover is now available for questions!! They also have their own blog (@ask-the-wurm)

Magic Anons are fine

I love fanart of me, queenie, or my oc!! I love seeing so many talented people!!

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IMPORTANT

I am not, repeat, AM NOT linked with the creators of TADC in any way! This blog is just for fun!!

This is also Queenie but not abstracted

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Queenie Headcanons

When she is stressed or all hyped up she bakes to calm down, everyone gets worried when she bakes to much cause she'll do it for hours without stopping

She likes to constantly pick up Kinger like a baby so she doesn't feel weak, that and she likes holding her husband

Queenie was married to Kinger before the digital world thing and still is now

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Lore Parts

#1 Here

#2 Here

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Voice Claims

Queenie Megara (Hercules, 1997)

Clover Low, quiet pitch - Fluttershy (mlp) Normal pitch - Vee (toh) High pitch - Niki (Genloss)

Pumpkin the Entity Normal - Jack Stauber Angry/Glitch - Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls)

Mod Blaze Darwin (TAWOG) & David (Hilda) fused

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Follower Goal

Goal:500 || What we have so far:482

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PRDA(Protect Ragatha from Deadly Anons) number list:19

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Go Follow These Wonderful People That You Will See Around This Blog And Other Blogs

@jaxfromthatcircus - Jax @pomni-xddcc - Pomni @ask-ragatha-tadc - Ragatha @gangle-the-ribbon - Gangle @askxz0oble - Zooble @ragsdolly - Ragatha (#2) @codebreaker-0 - Code @noahhasbeensummoned - Noah @littleladylav - Lav @ask-abstracted-kaufmo - Abstracted Kaufmo @asksicthemessyfella - Sic @kinger-collector-of-bugs - Kinger @ask-kaufmotheclown - Kaufmo @that-stickfig-phoenix - Phoenix @the-alcoholic-strawberry - Strawberry @tinkering-doctor-tye - Tye/Hungry Anon @pomni-xddcc-lawyer - Pomni's Lawyer ig @sleepy-cantfuckingsleep - Sleepy @dentures-with-eyeballs - Caine @potroast-the-cat - Potroast @biting-anon - Biting Anon

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For no reason at all, here's the zooted version of TADC cuz they are very cool

@zootedcaine - Zooted Caine @zootedpomni - Zooted Pomni @zooted-jax -Zooted Jax @zootedragatha - Zooted Ragatha @zooted-ribbons - Zooted Gangle @zootedbubble - Zooted Bubble @zooted-xin - Zooted Xin @zooted-fluggy - Zooted Fluggy @xx-zootednymble-xx - Zooted Nymble @zooted-abstracted-kaufmo - Zooted Abstracted Kaufmo @zooted-sun - Zooted Sun @zooted-gloink-queen - Zooted Gloink Queen @zooted-kinger - Zooted Kinger @zootedgloink - Zooted Gloink

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Mod

@samionella - [Mod Blaze]

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Kids

@askadhdanon (He/Him) Silly Anon Starry Anon☆ Clown Anon 🎉 Autism Anon Ribbon Anon Pawn Anon Insect Anon @artsy-anonymous (They/Them) @illusionanon @toothy-anon (he/him) @gangle-the-ribbon @crispycrittercreep (He/Him) 🏳‍🌈👹 @1d10t1c-s1mp (She/They) @jaxfromthatcircus

If you hurt, steal or kill any of my kids I swear to god I will have your head on a spike

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Mod's "Family"

Siblings-@single-celled-autism(Older brother)

Kids-@ask-the-rcp-crew

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Art of Queenie's Kids

(Art 1 by @clear-chaos-collection || Art 2 by @artsy-anonymous)

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Here's the battle of Mod Blaze & Danger Anon

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Extra

Appreciation post

Mod's Own TADC AU Ask Blog:@ask-tadc-school-au

[liesonthefloordramatically]

you know that I continue to be feral for news of hualian fake dating and also I'll tell it right this time I swear.... but if you'd prefer a different one, oldseph character study?

(ask game over here)

Rowan, you are very sweet, so, guess what, you get snippets of all three.

Hualian fake dating: I feel like pretty much every bit from this that's viewable is in fact something you have already seen, but here we go anyway. At least half of this fic is Hua Cheng Going Through It because he's in a fake dating fic while Xie Lian has the entire TV Tropes page for fake dating pulled up in his mind at all times. I love Xie Lian and I love writing him from an outside perspective even more. He's so frickin' weird.

“I’m sorry if I’m prying,” Xie Lian says, not breaking eye contact, “but...I know what it’s like to be lonely.  I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.”  He smiles, a half-hearted, lopsided jerk of his mouth.  Xie Lian smiles so much, but so often his smiles are there to make him look harmless–a quiet, gentle, ever-smiling trash collector.  Someone easy to overlook.  Someone not worth the effort.   “I’m sorry that gege is lonely,” Hua Cheng says, because it’s easier than addressing the rest of it. Xie Lian’s gaze drops again.  “I’m not lonely anymore,” he says, and maybe there’s real happiness behind his small smile this time.  “I have you, don’t I?” Hua Cheng’s throat works, but no words come out. “And Shi Qingxuan,” Xie Lian continues, oblivious to Hua Cheng’s floundering.  “And Fu Yao and Nan Feng.  And Lang Ying and Ban Yue!  I have so many new friends.” “Good,” Hua Cheng says, far too fervently.  “Everyone should love gege.” Xie Lian looks up again, that strangely penetrating gaze.  “Mm,” he says, and then very quickly changes tacks.  “And you have your beloved.” Hua Cheng’s too aware of the proprietor furiously wiping the table behind them long after it should have been spotless.  “You are my beloved,” he says, and if his voice trembles, he can blame it on stage fright. There’s no blush this time, strangely–just Xie Lian watching him, just Xie Lian’s thoughts hidden behind his unreadable face.  Then, an apologetic smile–and Hua Cheng can see the performance now, the moment when Xie Lian chooses to make himself small and harmless.  “Right,” Xie Lian says.  “Ah, where is my head tonight?”

I'll tell it right this time I swear: the premise of this fic is simply "can I craft a fic that is custom-engineered in a lab to make Rowan lose it." (Slightly more serious explanation: it's a fic about grief and memory and iterative storytelling. there's a lot going on here, don't worry about it.)

You don't answer. You haven’t had to explain yourself to anyone yet. Lucy understood--or she understood enough not to ask. You were grateful, at the time, too scraped raw by Gyro’s loss to even be able to imagine retelling it. Maybe that’s why there are no words when you reach for them. Maybe you just haven’t had enough practice sketching the hole Gyro left behind. (Maybe it’s none of their fucking business.)

Oldseph fic: fun fact: I think I started this one before I started writing linear time is fake. when I say it takes forever for the words to coalesce I am really not kidding. the number of things in this one that are me going "I've connected the dots" about things that literally no one cares about is wild, but please have the opening of the fic (complete with my incomplete sentence because this is how my process works).

The morning after they’ve made it back to Japan, Joseph rolls out of bed (literally rolls, because the bed is on the floor, which is insane and he hates) with a crick in his neck.  It’s not surprising--as his grandson loves reminding him, he is old, and the bed is on the floor for some unfathomable reason and plane rides have always wreaked havoc on his body, even when he hasn’t literally wrecked them. If you kept up with your hamon practice, this wouldn’t happen, a voice inside his head nags, and he stubbornly ignores it, as he always does.  He could [whatever], but hard work and routine are near the top of the list of things Joseph can do without.  Still, sometimes hamon can be useful, especially when he needs to get a crick out of his neck. Joseph makes sure his posture is more or less correct.  He takes a deep breath.  For a moment, it feels like all his blood is running backward through his veins, and then a moment later the pain spreads from his chest to his torso all the way to his fingers and toes.  It’s indescribable--like liquid fire, like his skin is going to blister and slough off.  Joseph’s breathing stutters, his energy shuddering out of his grasp, and just as suddenly as it started, it’s over, and he just feels like he’s been sunburned from the inside out. The morning after they’ve made it back to Japan, Joseph discovers that being pumped full of vampire blood has some unintended consequences.

[heartfullofleeches]

Hey did you ever end up posting that yandere plants one with the bee reader and I missied it?? Was looking forward to that one

(I have not. A drable for you, chief)

The queen has requested another harvest.

What impeccable timing.

Climbing from rubble and frayed vines, vegetation and ash falls from your hair and shoulders. Extra care is put into your wings as you brush them off for the flight ahead. Held by a loose spine, you blow the decades of dust off your new find - kicking spray particles into the air. Through water eyes you read the books cover - fuzzy tension building at the base of your nose.

It's another picture book.

They're going to love this one-

"Ahh... Achoo!... 'Cuse me."

Apologizing to the thin air around you, you unhook the fine straps of your satchel and toss the book inside. You turn your gaze to the hole in the ceiling as your wings flutter, feet kick-starting your ascent as you rise. The mellowed glow of the fog casted sun greets you first as you exit; a jungle of greenery and constructs waiting the earth below and as far as the eye could see. You climb up onto the ledge of the building and leap off into a nose dive for the ground - wings swooping into mobility before your body hits the trees. Flying lose did have its risks, but nothing beats the floral air in your hair when heading home - reminding you of those counting on your return.

Scouting the known galaxy for resources, your crew landed on this planet in a time you no longer recall accurately. Overtaken by plants of all variety, it seemed like the perfect harvest - until it wasn't. As unaccounted cargo, you were sparred the horrors they faced at the hands of the planet's few remaining natives. Asleep during the bloodbath you woke crowd by the new inhabitants of this land - sentient creatures grown from rich soil and crimes against anatomy.

Their creators feared what they had created and went to war destroying what they had birthed with their own hands - wiped out in the end by their superior strengths and numbers. Despite this carnage, they were a peaceful race and tried to rescue your crew, but failed. Finding your journals tucked into your sleeping arms they enlisted your aid as a florist in the upkeep of what remains of their home in exchange for their pollen and a roof over your head.

Base in sight, you speed through the thick fog in your descent to its open doors. A planetarium with an open ceiling has come your home in this time. You missed your comfy bed, but a hammock under the stars surrounded by those you now held dear was just as nice. You enter the building, breath fleeing as your snatched from behind. Not a step through the door and you're suspended in the air at the waist by hanging vines.

"And just where have you been, my sneaky little pest?"

Thorn-like claws grace your cheek, curving up to the crown of your head where they cautiously prod at your sensitive antennae. Amused, they chitter in delight as you struggle in your blinds - most likely held by another member of the collective. Beyond the palms of their woven hands, this one was covered near entirely in stained prickles. Violet petals spiked from the upper half of their hair and draped over their mocking grin

"You know you aren't allowed to leave without a guide. What ever would we do if our heart was taken by those savages, hm? I think a punishment is in order, don't you?"

"Seems so if they can't obey simple rules. With that lovely picture on knot tying they brought us the other day, I'm sure we can get up to lots of fun before the others figure out where we are."

Lowered closer to the floor, strong arms embrace you from behind and lead your head against their chest. Small, hanging buds sprouted up the lengths of their arms mark their class - their reddish yellow hue staking their typing. Cooing ever so cloyingly sweet in your ear, it rubs the humanoid half of its face against your cheek.

"You were scheduled to start the day with us. Don't you love us anymore? We may not be as approachable at the others, but we adore you all the same."

You swallow hard, trapped between a wall and thorns. "Thistle.... Honeysuckle.. but I can never find you two."

"But we're always watching. Can't let you get into trouble. Or pick a favorite. If you accept us as your guards for the rest of the week maybe we'll let you go. If not...."

The vines tighten around your hips - released almost instantly as they're snipped by an unseen party. You stumble forward, caught and picked up by another pair of arms.

"What have I told you two about picking on them? One more time and I'm sending you both to the greenhouse.... Are you alright, darling?"

Bright as the golden sun, their petals almost blind you as you look up. The leader, and the first floral creature you met - Marigold was your sworn protector even from those with you in their care. A strict, yet understanding calm to the storm life in the compound was. As they set you down, Thistle scoffs.

"Always the spotlight stealer. Would you keep it down before the others realized they've returned?"

It's a bit too late for that.

"Y/n? Y/n back?!"

"Oh, I was so worried I fear I may start wilting!"

"Y/n, Y/n! We have a ripe patch of peaches for you!"

From the shadows of the trees and handmade structures comes the entire horde. They push through each other getting to you and overwork your brain with their chatter. Over a dozen bodies crowded around your lone figure. Through the sea, the shortest of them swims through the crowd and manages their way up to you - head centered at your navel. Head cocked, they seem to be staring to your lips.

"Cuckoo? Is everything alright?"

They smile. Grabbing your shirt, you're bent forward into an open mouth kiss. All the commotion ceases immediately as a wave of surprises washes over them all. Patting the walls of your cheeks their segmented tongue, Cuckoo only pulls away when they're torn from you. Lifting the smaller flower by its shoulders, Thistle clenches their teeth tight.

"What on earth was that?"

The question was genuine. None of them were fully traversed in the act of kissing beyond brief tellings in the books you brought to learn more about the planet left behind for them. Agriculture and construction were common reads, but if they got lucky you'd find old story books, comics and novels. Cuckoo holds up a page from one of those very stories - the couple displayed entangled in a heat of passion with lips locked. Heads staring over their shoulder snap in your direction. You'd used the direction to scramble away and travel further into their lair.

"I wanna try..."

Even Marigold couldn't save you now. Taking advantage of your gift of flight, you dart into the air aiming for the second floor where your bedroom stood.

"I would love to help you all, but I need to get started on my letter for my queen. She has requested more pollen, and I wasn't able to get one out in the last run. As soon as it's out of the way, I can come back and we can - Ah!"

Fashioning a lasso from their vines, you're dragged down into the frenzy with no escape in the near future. As is your life with the horde.

-

A queen sits alone on her throne. Letter opener gripped in her palm, she stabs it though her throne as the words describing your escapade slash through her heart. Stomping the battered floor, her veil of submission cracks.

"This has gone on for too long. My garden is in shambles and so will this kingdom until their return."

The servant at her feet keeps their voice low. "My queen... Their service there is doing quite the opposite. Our reserves are at maximum capacity and with the treaty there's no need for war and needless casualties. I know of your bond and I am sorry for your lost."

Like an arrow, the queen's dagger rips through the air and anchors in the wall behind the servant. Golden blood beads in a line across their cheek. Unbridled rage and disgust seeps from her icy glare like poison. She refuses to look directly in their eye, staring off at the shoulders behind them.

"Get. This. Traitor- OUT. RIP THEIR WINGS AND LEAVE THEM FOR DEAD. if they aren't on my wall by dawn, I will take yours as payment."

Eyes wide, the servant lunges for her robes as the guards take their arms. "My lady, please! You cannot do this! I was trying to make things better! Y/n will never forgive you!"

She spits.

"And cut out their tongue."

Screams echoing down the halls, the queen curls up in her throne - clutching the pillow you kept every night and the flower you sent in your distress. Her sweet idiot of a bumblebee. Why did you have to run off? Sure she was stressed, but with her prized florist and sweet little bumblebee she could've conquered the universe. Someday you'll be in her arms and garden again - laughing the night and dawn away.

Someday

[circus-of-hell]

Ik queenie is in heaven but

Pretty

Please

Show how she would look like as a demon

😭

And a little Kinger

“He miss his wife”

[cheatsykoopa98]

So in the dad au is kinger kinda like in denial about what happened to her wife?

"POMNI! QUEENIE PUT THIS BLANKET ON ME WHILE I SLEPT!!! SHE MIGHT BE MAD AT ME BUT AT LEAST SHE CARES ENOUGH TO COVER ME!!!"

yeah I think he'll be fine

[an-albino-pinetree]

Ok, hear me out. In sm-baby's "CARNIVAL AU - Non-sentient Relationship Chart," Queenie saw Jax as a son figure, and Jax constantly wanted to impress her.

I know she's dead, and their relationships would be different when they're sentient, but I can't help but imagine Jax bringing you to Queenie to introduce you to her, for like, approval or something.

Why is that idea so cute QvQ 💚

[step-dadvid]

What were your first impressions of each other?

While David never properly introduced himself to Divya until season 2 in the show’s timeline, but Divya got to know him through online research n shit pre-canon