#jafar aladdin

[lovewillthaw-j]

Aladdin, Abu, Jasmine, Genie, Iago and Jafar in Once Upon A Studio

[tttechnodiktator]

i have a weakness for sinister thin old men with a talent for dark magic

[princess-ibri]

Darkside Disney Princesses: Jasmine

This story features another twist in the tale with a loved one lost to the snow, this time Aladdin, who is unable to make it back to Agrabah from the frozen ends of the earth. Leaving Jasmine, the Sultan, and the people of Agrabah to the torments of Jafar.

Jafar discovers soon enough that the Genie can’t force anyone to fall in love, and Jasmine is more then willing to claw his eyes out if he tries anything.

But Jafar, more interested in seeing her humiliated, then actually possessing her in such a way, knows that while Jasmine might not be willing to be his ‘Queen’, he can still bring her low in other equally cruel ways.

He also knows she’s definitely going to be plotting to get the lamp away from him as soon as she possibly can, and wishing away all his ill gained power.

So he takes her voice.

“I’ve always thought it best that a woman should be seen and not heard, wouldn’t you agree?”

Jasmine is kept as an ornament, adorned with jewels, in mockery of her status, and kept chained to Jafar’s throne; a pretty face to be shown off to those who come to try and treat with Jafar, a warning of what could happen to their own wives and daughters should they not comply. Just as the puppet Sultan serves to show their potential fate.

And trapped by chains of steel and scilence, Jasmine seethes. Every day she stands, forced to hold Jafar’s food and wine and watch as he plays with people’s lives like toys, and every night she dreams her dreams of vengeance, of all the things she would do to him if she was free.

A possiblity that seems farther and farther away as Jafar extends his reach out into the rest of the Seven Deserts. He is the most powerful sorcerer in the world after all, why not rule it then?

There are those who fight back of course. Both mortal and magic users alike. Jafar might be the most powerful but he is far from the only one. Their magic might not be enough to overcome him, but working together they can at least hold him back for a time.

But there are also many who choose to fall in with the sorcerer king, either to try and escape his wrath, gain some of his power, or both.

Tribute pours in, gold and jewels, slaves and sacrifices. All to try and appease Jafar, to keep his capricious temper in check. Jafar of course has never been one to excercise moderation, and demands more and more. The palace is awash with treasure from across the Seven Deserts and even beyond.

And this is what eventually turns the tables.

For one day, Jafar, glutted on drink and reveling in the newest swathes of tribute, slips a ruby ring onto Jasmine’s ring finger, another mocking ‘gift’ to remind her of her fallen state.

Had he been less drunk on fine wine and stolen power, he might have noticed the tinge of magic on the ring. But he is the most powerful sorcerer in the world after all, who holds one of the cosmically powerful genies at heel, magic flows through the palace like water,who would notice a drop in an ocean?

As it happens, it is not until nightfall, when Jafar has left Jasmine alone in the darkened throne room to once more dream her dark vengeance, that the ring’s power is discovered.

Jasmine had thought herself long since grown used to Jafar’s cruelty. But today he has been particularly vile, plotting new tourtures for a city he has managed to subdue. Jasmine feels a tear course down her cheek at the memory of it, and quickly brushes it away, for she has long since learned that tears avail nothing.

But in doing so, she rubs the ring, infusing in with the tears of her sorrow.

And the ring awakens

What pours out of it, wreathed in crimson smoke, is another genie, yet one as unlike the poor gentle souled slave of Jafar’s as can be. Eyes like burning coals, licks of fire dance across its skin, two long spiraling horns bursting from a head of flaming hair.

The genie turns it’s fiery gaze on Jasmine, taking in her shackles, both the physical ones around her wrists and ankles, and the magical one that binds her tongue.

“Oh princessss, I sssee we have both been bound by the magicsss of men. This sssorcerer has bound you, as accurssed Sssolomon sought to bind all jinn across time and ssspaccce.”

The genie’s voice is like the hissing of steam, and the crackling of flame.

“You cannot sssspeak, and ssso you cannot wisssh for your voice, your freedom, your vengeance, just as I cannot be freed from my chainsss, cannot kill—Unlesss…”

The genie reaches out to Jasmine, tracing the track of the tear that freed it from it’s ring, and steam rises up from its touch.

“There isss one thing we could do, to gain freedom for us both.”

“ Grant me the ussse of your body, your bonesss and blood and breath. And I will grant you in turn my ssstrength, my ssskill, my voiccce. I ssshall make it ssso that none can ever ssscilence you ever again. Do you accept thisss exchange, thisss bargain? You need only nod to accept…”

Jasmine stares up at the fiery being before her, at this one chance in a thousand for freedom that has come to her, through chance or destiny, she knows not what, nor does she care. For she knows that if she does not take this chance now, another may never come.

She nods.

Flames and smoke swirl around her, a whirlwind of fire, with her directly in the eye of the storm. The fire rises up and up, and then comes pouring down, a burning wave, down into her throat, scorching her from the inside as the genie burns itself into her bone marrow and blood, sinking into every space within her.

Jasmine spasms, choking, shaking, falling to the floor. For a moment she lies still as death

And then she rises, takes a breath, and rips the manacles from her wrists as if they were made from paper.

The ring on her finger glows in unison with the fire that now glows behind her eyes.

As she stalks through the palace, her steps are so silent they don’t even raise an echo—and yet she leaves the floor beneath her shattered with each step.

Jafar has long since thought himself secure within the chambers of his stolen palace, protected by the wards he’s set that should imolate any mortal who attempts to break them. Wards that the princess now walks through as though they were nothing more than spider webs.

For Jafar’s power was granted by a genie, and one greater than that being now stands above his sleeping form, one that has no fear of fire.

She reaches out with one hand towards his slumbering parrot familiar, and with the other for the lamp that sits on his bedside.

Jafar wakes to the sound of a crunch, but has less than a moment to wonder at the cause before one of the jeweled swords that he’d hung in his chambers is sinking into his heart down to the hilt.

The spells he set crumble and fall within an instant. All those ensorcelled by the mad vizier return to their original forms; the people who are brave enough rush to the palace to see who it is who has freed them; the Sultan freed from his puppet strings races to find his daughter, to see if she too is now freed from their horrid imprisonment.

He finds her sitting upon his throne, the lamp resting in her lap as she cleans a long knife, a strange ring casting a red glow upon her face as she looks up to see him.

“Father”, the princess says calmly, her voice echoing strangely around the room. “We sssee you are well. We do hope you weren’t looking too forward to taking this throne back. After all, it was you who let Jafar in at the door. And We really can’t have anything like that happening again. Rivalsss for power make things ssso complicated after all.”

She strokes the lamp as she speaks, and the blue genie pours out, looking down at the princess with utter horror, more than he’d even shown to Jafar. The princess just smiles up at him.

“Dear cousin, We hope you know this is nothing personal. It’s sssimply good business sssense. Neither of us wish to be bound again ssshould your lamp fall into the wrong hands. And ssso for our first, and final wish, We wish that you, would no longer exist.”

Reality itself seems to bend together for a moment, as the lamp in the princess’s hands crumbles into itself before crumbling into dust, the genie tied to it fading away like mist beneath the morning sun.

“And now,” the princess says, with a wide, gleaming smile “We can truly start to get to work…”

[rain-cloudsky]

I think my absolute favorite trope is the gay coded evil advisor who is clearly evil but no one bats an eye and is planning to steal the throne in the most extra way possible

[theartofjoydawood]

“I think it’s time to say goodbye to Prince Abubu.” Here's the one and only Jafar for Day 11’s #disember villain!

[houseofmouselove100]

Max was fed up so he puts a stop then goofy comes to defend him and accidentally trips falls and crashes

Roxanne gave Goofy a kiss on the cheek.

Make couple laughing and they hug

Episode máx embarrassing date

[greenaway-torres]

Request: Hi ,I saw u write for some Disney villains ,would be okay if I request a smut one-shot with Disney jafar? I prefer the animated version.Thanks for your attention

AN: I made this like a pre-Aladdin Jafar (kinda) but hope you like it!! As a pre-warning, there is a bit of a possession kink going on to kinda play with Jaguar’s narcissistic personality. I tried not to go too far into it since it might be triggering for some people but be warned. Love and kisses

It was late at night. The only sounds were the crickets singing and the last of the markets closing for the night. The dwindling smells of night and spices filled the air. No one noticed a rushing figure covering her head as she head to the falls.

You were making your way to see your Jafar, the silk dupatta he gifted you trailing behind you. You wanted to go to him as soon as you saw the message he left an orchid: Come see me, my night.

The orchid, now in your hair, and many like it had been sent to your room since the last time you two saw each other. With you helping your mother in the market and Jafar being in the palace, the times you see each other are few and far between. But now, you were able to sneak away. And so was he, it seems.

The night was cool and quiet. No one knew of your secret spot for each other near the falls. It was a small patch of grass filled with flowers and their perfumes. A small spring fed into the water from over head, making a small waterfall. The night seemed to be painted on the water as you can clearly see the moon and stars. The twinkling of it tempted you to go in.

You sat there, on top of a blanket, watching the waterfall and the movement of the water while nibbling on one of the treats you made for tonight. You were so hyper focused that you didn’t even realize you weren’t alone until a hand rested on your shoulder.

You raised your hand against your presumed attacker but they caught it before you could do anything. “The night is far too dangerous for a delicate flower like you.”

Immediately you recognized the voice. “I was just waiting for someone.”

The man smiled, stepping into the moonlight so you could see his face. His smirk widened. “Hope you weren’t waiting too long, my night.”

You hugged Jafar, your head barely reaching his chest. He held you against him, having missed you as well. You two stayed like that for a moment, relishing in each other’s embrace.

When he sat down, you shared with him everything you’ve done since you last saw you. You told him about your stand and the new food you’re introducing. You talk about your mom and her usual routine. You fed him the treats you made and smiled as he hummed in approval. And he listened the whole time.

He shared with you the things he had been up to; his usual plans to want to be a greater and better man. You always admired his drive to do better. It took him a long time to get to his position and he always wanted to do better.

By the time you both shared, his head was in your lap. You stroked his head as he looked out at the water. “I missed this,” he sighed.

“I missed you,” you whispered back. You thought he had not heard you until he was rising up and kissed you.

“I’ve missed you more, my night.” He kissed you again, only more heated this time. He wrapped his hands around you and brought you to him, not taking his attention from you. He lifted you up and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist.

You both began to undress each other, near tearing the clothes off, and discarded them who knows where. The feel of his skin against yours was intoxicating. You had been dreaming of this feeling since the last time you saw him. Damn it, you wanted him so bad.

As if he read your mind, he laid you down on top of the blanket and lifted your leg as he laid between them. He kissed your lips again. He then started to kiss wherever there was skin.

“My night, my orchid, my love, my dearest,” he whispered between kisses. He trailed down to your breasts, slowly taking his time toying with your nipples. He loved how it made you feel. How you near whimpered whenever he kissed or sucked on them.

You were so beautiful to him. The moonlight hitting you from angles that highlighted your beauty. You looked like an angel to him.

He kept moving further down to come face to face with your pussy. Fuck, you were dripping. He used the pad of his thumb to toy with the entrance, collecting your nectar on it and sampling a taste.

“You taste heavenly, my love,” he smiled. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, keeping them spread. “You have to keep looking at me love, or else I’ll stop. Understand?”

You nodded, moaning at the sight. He licked a long stripe before diving in. You tasted so sweet to him. Must have been all those treats you were making. And his eyes. Those gorgeous dark eyes. They watched your movements; how your mouth hung open whenever he sucked on your clit, how you struggled against the hold he had on you. Your eyes started to flutter close but went back to him when he pulled away.

“Fuck,” you moaned out loud. Your voice was slightly more husky with lust. You felt his lips grow into a smile. He gave you one more kiss to your sensitive clit before backing away slightly. He unwrapped one of your thighs to free a hand. He played with your cunt again with the pad of his thumb. Your hand instinctively went to his wrist, trying to slow down the pressure building inside you.

A dark laugh left his lips before he drew his eyes to yours and stopping his movements. “Do I need to restrain you, naughty girl? Let me do my work.”

You let go of him and he slowly entered a finger into you. He stopped for a moment, allowing you to get used to the stretch before he started to move faster. Fuck, it felt good. The memory of countless nights spent in this hidden spot made you squeeze around him.

“I love how you take my fingers,” he smirked. “Reminds me that you are mine. Aren’t you, princess?” You whimpered instead, the words leaving you at the moment. As the movement of his finger stopped, you came back to yourself. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes! Yes I’m yours.” He nodded, satisfied with his answer before he continued with his movements. He added a second finger as a reward, continuing to pick up the pace. That coil inside you kept wounding up. Your moans and whimpers were more frequent and your breath was heavier.

“J-jafar…”

“I know orchid. You can wait a little longer right? You can do that for me can’t you?” You slowly nodded, your head throwing back as you moaned in pleasure.

“I knew you could. Because you’re such a good girl for me. And all mine. So pretty when I fuck you.” His mouth went back to your clit as he continued to pump his fingers inside you. You couldn’t take it much longer. “Go ahead love. Cum for me.”

Your head threw back as your moans caught in your throat. His fingers continued moving back and forth as you rode out your orgasm. When your body landed back on Earth, you felt like you could breath fully again. Your eyes (not knowing they were even shut) fluttered open to the sight of Jafar licking his fingers. You moaned, getting wet all over again.

“Feeling ok, princess,” he asked, kissing your neck and cheek. You nodded slowly, feeling satisfied. “Good, because I want you ready for round two.”

Your eyes widened. “What,” he laughed. “You thought we were done? Oh no, love…

“We are just getting started.”

[kanzakurawrites]

Do you have any headcanons about the other parents of the VKs?

YES

Evil Queen used Evie as a servant for most of her life, only stopping when she realized how dirty Evie was getting

Cruella tried to train Carlos with a dog whistle and a spray bottle - but with the water on the Isle being so dirty and likely toxic it caused Carlos to get sick. While Cruella didn't care about that, she didn't want to get sick, so she stopped with the spray bottle, and then with the whistle after finally realizing that he couldn't hear it. (The Isle made her a lot more unstable)

Jafar has tried to arrange marriages for Jay with those on the Isle who might be able to have wealth in Auradon, such as the Evil Step-Granddaughters and the Queen of Hearts daughter, but it never worked out. He's tried multiple times to pair Jay off with Mal.

Gaston takes his boys out "hunting"... make of that what you will.

Gaston also managed to bribe one of the Auradon guards to bring over some chickens and a rooster so each of his boys, and himself, can have five dozen eggs a day.

Hans is actually a pretty decent father. If you ignore the fact that he's taught his kid(s) all his manipulation tactics. That aside, he's also taught them how to read, write, mathmatics, history, etiquet, etc.

Smee loves his kids, but he isn't exactly always there for them. Because of this, Sammy took care of his brothers growing up more than his father did.

Anastasia is a good mom. Along with taking care of her own kids, she takes care of a lot of the orphans on the island. And Dizzy has practically become hers.

On a similar note, Drizella is not a good mother and has A LOT of children, all girls. Some of her girls are as high-strung and rotten as she is, but the younger ones (like Dizzy) have become little "Cinderella's".

Surprisingly, Lady Tremaine tried to stop it, but never succeeded.

Ursula taught Uma all the Greek myths and legends, and would repeatedly tell her that one day they'd get off the island.

While he's an amazing father to Celia, Dr. Facilier wasn't the greatest dad to Freddie and does regret it (even if he won't admit it)

Like Hans, Captain Hook made sure his kids knew how to read and write. He also taught Harriet and Harry how to read maps, create maps, as many constellations as he could remember (many drawn out on paper), swordfighting, and pretty much everything that goes along with being a pirate. (He would have taught CJ, but after his wife's death he pulled away from her - CJ looks the most like the siblings mother)

Mother Gothel treats Ginny like a maid, but isn't the worst parent. The worst she's done is drag on Ginny's appearance to make herself look better (which is bad, but on an island of villains, better than a lot of kids get). Somewhere in her, she might love Ginny, but at the end of the day Mother Gothel is an incredibly selfish woman.

(A similar headcanon that can also be true is that Mother Gothel is actually Ginny's grandmother, and Ginny is Cassandra's daughter only Cassandra willingly let her mother raise Ginny in order to protect her as Cass isn't the most popular on the Isle)

The Huntsman has taught his kids everything he knows and they do animal control - they can't really harm the original hyenas who were thrown on the Isle, but they can take care of the never ones.

Morgana kept having children in hopes that eventually one would transform while under the barrier, but it never happened. Over the course of twenty years, she managed to have 15 children and had to open up her own school.

Edgar lives quietly in his very run down apartment in the square where he and his son run an animal grooming business. With how many "evil animal sidekicks" there are, it goes surprisingly well. He has to leave the room whenever a cat comes in, though, so Eddie does a lot of the word.

Yzma tends to conduct very dangerous experiments in her attempt to do magic.

The Stabbington Brothers have raised their children together, so the Stabbington Cousins are really more like siblings. With that said, the brothers have been determined to raise children who will become better thieves than Flynn Rider, and better fighters than themselves. The fighting has gone good, but the they're never satisfied with the Cousins thievery thanks to Jay always managing to beat them.

[blackpoison66]

Art: ryokutya1107

[scaarahyde]

Very late artwork inspired and referenced off of @pthearse (on ig) amazing cosplay⚜️♥️⚜️

[incorrectneverland]

Jafar: So...you and Gaston what's the situation?

Hook: Why are you so interested?

Jafar: Oh didn't pretend, you've been bad mouthing him so much less.

Hook: We worked something out.

Jafar: Oh?~

Hook smiling: It's not what you're thinking of you absolute degenerate.

Jafar disappointed: You're no fun!

[persephoneflowerpetals]

Hades & Persephone: *having a dinner date at the House of Mouse*

Max: So, can I interest you in some dessert tonight?

Hades: Yeah, sure! What’s the most expensive thing you got on the menu?

Persephone: Hades, it’s the House of Mouse. Their food isn’t very expensive. I mean, even Aladdin can afford the food here…no offense, Al!

Aladdin: *secretly stealing bread from Jafar’s table* None taken!

Hades: Hey, do you have those milkshakes with the little specks of gold in them?

Max: *awkwardly standing there* …Um…no…we don’t.

[cowardly-snake]

《You're my treasure.》

[gabineteolvidado]

Can you draw Jafar playing the saxophone 🎷

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[jinxthejubilee]

I need to share this, someone else noticed that with the exception of Ms. Scatter who is the host, Farja is the only recruit who has a slight change in her appearance and those are her earrings. In total there are 4 and they are very cute, I have seen some fanarts and comics that I don't know if they are fan theories or are based on things that the characters would have said in the presentations, but apparently they are gifts from Jafar for Farja. Would not it be cute? Of all her earrings, which one do you like the most?

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Aww! That's actually adorable. I did mention that in my last ask that Jafar and Iago had a relatively good relationship. So, the idea of Jafar gifting something to Faja, well intentioned or not, wouldn't actually be as out-of-character as some would think.

As for the earrings themselves, they're all beautiful, honestly. But my favorite is the first one, it has some character to it.

Thanks for letting me know about this! I love mini facts about these guys that I sometimes miss.

[dxwart]

I miss my childhood villain, Jafar from Aladdin