#slashingdisneypasta

[marinerainbow]

Oh, the Gothic urge to lounge around in a beautiful and graceful sheer/lacey dress under the candlelight like Christine Daaé

[slashingdisneypasta]

Think Mr. Bickerman would approve of some of the prizes my work is offering? 🤪

I actually had to fix this display right before I took the picture cuz all these bitches fell. Damn crocs 😂

Those are so cute!! And- oh no, they were trynna escape?? XDD Oh dear XD They do look slippery =_= Haha XD

Omg, I want to win him one so bad XD Like aha! This is the cutest, murderous creature ever. Here you go Jim, just for you. He will not be amused XDD

[assortedvillainvault]

Y'all are giving me an absolute smorgasbord of magical powers and I am HERE for it, thank you! 😂 An illusionist shadowmancer that can specifically read minds to detect truth/lies is a VIBE and I've half a mind to create a self insert with these powers asap.

Ask game for this is here btw!

[criesinliess]

━DECEMBER 2023; susan's recs

DIVERGENT

━━PETER HAYES

drabble @slashingdisneypasta

HARRY POTTER

━━MATTHEO RIDDLE

hide and seek @writingsbychlo

━━THEODORE NOTT

sick of the silence @iloveinej

like snow on the beach @lizthewriter

━━GEORGE WEASLEY

spontaneous @georgie-weasley

THE GRISHAVERSE

━━KAZ BREKKER

labyrinth @auroravictorium

homesick, but not for home @heliads

OUTER BANKS

━━RAFE CAMERON

don’t fall for monsters @cleoluvrr

just not home @rafeandonlyrafe

a place we could escape sometime @↑

LOCKWOOD & CO

━━ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

"he is half of my soul, as the poets say" @wenigstenshabeichesversucht

ONE PIECE

━━ZORO

idiots in love @undersero

━━SANJI

it’s just business @snippychicke

AVATAR: WAY OF WATER

━━NETEYAM

warm hands @loaksky

by the grace [make no mistake]; part2 @↑

my love @↑

all mine @↑

how do i make you love me @lanasblood

just neteyam @↑

━━LO’AK

in full bloom @loaksky

STRANGER THINGS

━━STEVE HARRINGTON

angsty teens @stveharringtn

maybe this christmas time @headkiss

MARVEL

━━STEVE ROGERS

your warmth is my salvation @iloveinej

something’s wrong with the morning @↑

PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS

━━LUKE CASTELLAN

i hate you @chaussetteblanche

[jayswritings13]

Favorite Writers

Hey! Just wanted to spread a little love to some of my favorite writers on here. I'm sure this list will grow haha

@slashingdisneypasta

@ongaku-ato-kakikomi

@oozedninjas

@tmntxthings

@ju1cyfru1t

@kaicobras

@sardonic-the-writer

@dancingdonatello

@rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me

@normal-internet-user

@yandere-toons

@musical-shit-show

@elithe31st

@the-milk-monarch

@ssadumba55

@theyhavetakenovermylife

@assortedvillainvault

@td-scenarios

@jester-writing-things

@cow-smells

@bigfatbimbo

[lastofautumn]

Me trying to befriend @marinerainbow and @slashingdisneypasta

[usimp4women]

Love Potion.

Pairing; Lady Lesso (Dean of The School for Evil) X Reader

WordCount; 992 words, 5598 characters.

Warnings (18+); Mommy kink, Smut, Adult content, Thigh grinding, Fingering…

Summary; The Dean unknowingly drank from a cup that contained a ‘minimal’ amount of love potion.

Note; Enjoy it while you can. Credits to @slashingdisneypasta for allowing me to do this, this work is inspired by her Cruella De Vil X Fem! Reader || Smutshot, you should really go see her blog! :D

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Her soft groans were the most addictive noise you’ve ever heard throughout your entire life.

The way her fingers clutches onto your collar fiercely as she grinds against your thigh to create friction, how her eyebrows furrow and her mouth opens widely while rolling her eyes to the back of her head drives you insanely crazy.

Now you may be wondering how you've got yourself situated at this moment.

It was supposed to be a mistake, that elixir was intended to make Tedros fall in love with you but the redhead involuntarily drank the cup instead. But perhaps.. maybe you and Tedros are just not meant to be.

Perhaps you belong to her, and she belongs to you.

Designated to be together.

"Reader... O-oh my god..!" Lesso whimpers out in exasperation, goodness she was so mesmerizing.

"I want you, I need all of you." She rests her head upon your shoulder and tilts her head while closing her eyes, soaking in your aroma and burying her face in your soft locks.

"Don't worry, mistress. Allow me to handle it."

You began to take hold of her midsection and arose to your feet to proceed towards her bedroom.

Gently placing the woman’s body on the bed, you swiftly set in motion to remove her cloak and her outfit. You were now simply confronted with her wet, drenched undergarments; that were soaking the sheets beneath her form.

My god, you bite your bottom lip to prevent yourself from grinning too broadly as you approach her near core.

"Don't leave me hanging, baby. Why don't you remind me how much you desire me?" She glances down longingly into your gaze, which is fixated on her drip.

You nod whilst slowly gathering the courage to extend your arms in order to grasp her undies and pull them off.

"Mhm..." Humming while your hands trembled and eagerly reached for her plain black undergarments; the sight made your lips start to moisten.

But this approach is, apparently, not good enough though. Lesso abruptly stops your fingers before you could lower them down, which suddenly surprises you. "Where are your manners?"

"Anything for you, mommy." You respond with a grimace of assurance.

She merely bestows a hum to signify her approval. "Hmmm..." Then, with your lips only a few inches away, she unexpectedly latches her fingers upon your neck and jerks you close near her face, her eyes flashing. "Well then, get moving."

"Yes, ma'am." You quip as she shoves your head between her thighs.

You begin to lean down to taste the fabric of her underwear, lifting your thumb to gently trace it into the cotton of her underwear while you followed the outline of her pussy which you could feel. She sighs and settles back on the cushions, feeling content at this point.

You toss her underwear to the side as you reach around her hips and roll it away from her. As you pull one knee up over your shoulder and shift the other one further away, your lips initially made contact with the side of her knee.

You can't take your eyes off of Lesso's flawless cunt. You then proceed to kiss her leg up to her knee.

Then, as your heart began to race within your chest from excitement, you enthusiastically brought your thumbs up and parted her folds with it, allowing yourself to evaluate what a gorgeous mess she already is.

You ultimately do so by inching in. You moan as you lick a deep, adventurous strip across her pussy lips, feeling pleased when her hips flex and her heel nails into your back, subtly urging you to go closer and take action.

You don't want to let her down, after all.

You are compelled to let go of her folds in favor of reaching around to embrace her close to your face as you relish your feast while you proceed to lick her steadily, growing quicker and faster as her ass starts to raise towards your face. With your mouth on her and your tongue eating her in the most filthy manner imaginable, you must appear to be starving.

However, you don't really start messing around until you totally encircle her cunt with your lips. Your spit and her moisture are smearing across your face as you start to suck her and thrust your tongue—a difficult but oh-so-pleasant task for you both.

You're slurping her up and pounding her with your skillful tongue as you emit lewd noises;

you certainly know how to fuck Lady Lesso.

As you rub your lips against her flower, she grinds herself into your pretty mouth. Muscular fingers ultimately sink into your scalp, and your locks coil around it. “… I… hope you are aware that I… expect you to devour your meal, darling… every last bit… “

She tightens her clasp on your hair in response to you beginning to tongue further and ingesting as much of her as you can before the main course.

She arrives sloppy when she is eventually sucked till she orgasms. You continue moving forward while the gooey substance seeps out of her like a tribute to you. Your tongue glides over her like dessert.

You don't cease until she has finished coming. After wiping the substance from your cheeks with your thumb and licking it off, you slump backward.

She observes this with a seductive grin; Despite being exhausted after coming so violently, she was still attractive, sporting short, thick wisps of hair that had fallen over her face and crimson lipstick on her teeth from biting her bottom lip while you sucked in her. She curls a finger at you and beckons you to come.

You obliged, crawling up onto her captivating body.

The Dean unpredictably alters your position, allowing her to tower over you and take control. “I just want you to know… that the love potion you poured inside that drink has nothing to do with this.”

[slxsherwriter]

Might Just Save You Yet

Fandom: 2001 Maniacs, Robert Englund characters

Pairings: Hinted Buckman x female reader

Word Count: 2,905

Warnings: This whole movie serves as a warning

Author's Note: *throws hands up in the air* I guess this is a thing? Englund characters won't leave me alone. But really, as fucked up as this movie is, there's a charm to the character that there shouldn't be and damn it, Robert makes him likeable to a degree. Tagging: @slashingdisneypasta & @tinalbion Hope you guys enjoy! There are two other ideas coming for this fool.

When you woke up just as the two in front had decided to take the detour, you briefly wondered how the hell they had made it into college in the first place. The detour sign was not official, and it didn't take a genius to see that. Because the jagged wood, painted letters, and backward lettering itself, it could not have possibly been any more obvious. But, the three knuckleheads you had somehow gotten stuck with to make it down for Florida for spring break had decided that the detour sign had to be followed.

“Seriously? Are we really taking directions from a homemade detour sign?” Anderson chuckled softly.

“Ah, calm down. It's nothing you gotta worry about.” Nothing.. lord help you the man that you called a brother was an absolute idiot at times. How you were related remained a mystery.

“When we are all disembowed in the back woods with no one coming to ever find us, don't blame me.’

“Jesus Christ, way to be over dramatic. This is why you have no friends.” You rolled your eyes.

“Maybe if you were a little more mindful, you could actually get a girl to pay attention to you, Nelson.” The other two laughed as you gave it right back to their friend. You probably should have just stuck with your original plan to fly down to Florida. You weren't staying at the beach house with the boys. No, a week-long externship had come up at a clinic that exclusively worked with veterans, and you had jumped at the chance. It wasn't like you were going to do anything besides relax and maybe draw some while on spring break anyway, and the opportunity was too good to pass up.

Anderson had told you that they were driving through, so he and his friends would pick you up instead. He had said that he wanted to see you. Part of you suspected that Corey and Nelson, friends of his since middle school, had wanted to take another shot at hooking up with you. Like damn dogs, they continued to bark up that tree every so often.

“Like you would know what it took to get a guy anyway. You're an uptight bitch.” You swallowed a retort, knowing that nothing you said would help the situation. Anderson finally jumped in.

“Hey, hey. Okay, there's no need for that now. Everyone just calm down. Besides, look, there is a town right here.” He pulled up slowly, easing off the gas as you made your way through what seemed to be an abandoned town. Everything looked like it was right out of a history book. Maybe it was a reenactment setup? They had plenty of those scattered in odd locations. You had a few friends who took it very seriously and had brought you along on a few. Enough to recognize it.

“Seems like a ghost town.” Of course, as soon as that left your brother's mouth, the car pulled up to what appeared to be the center of the small town, and suddenly, there were people everywhere. Music was playing, and they were all cheering. Almost instinctively, you curled a little further down in the car. That was far too much attention for your liking. An odd sense naggled at your brain, but it was something that you ignored, attributing it to the fact that you were now all the center of attention.

“So much for a ghost town,” you mumbled, though the guys were too dumbfounded to really be paying attention. Still, manners dictated that you didn't entirely hide, trying to offer a polite smile.

“Welcome to Pleasant Valley!” The man that stepped forward had an air of authority to him. He paused as if waiting for a reaction from the four of you, and when he got none, he leaned forward with a small laugh. Everyone in the mass who had surrounded was cheering, and it died out just as quick when there wasn't a response. The guys were entirely caught off guard, and you were suffering from a little case of the nerves. “Well, don't be a wet ding dong, fellas,” he offered as he hurried around the side of the car towards your brother.

“Buckman's the man, mayor’s my game.” He was standing beside the car now and finally seemed to notice you sitting in the back seat, and that seemingly impossible wide smile broadened further. “Now, why don't cha'all here, give us a big howdy due..hmm?” His hand was held out to Anderson, and in the blink of an eye, the older man had practically yanked your brother out of the driver seat with ease. Shaking hands, your brother remembered some manners.

“Anderson Lee, nice to meet you, sir.” Corey and Nelson were exchanging looks that could easily be deciphered as get a load of this. He managed to introduce you as his sister, but when he attempted to offer the names of the other two, Buckman interrupted.

“Lee Anderson, Lee. My, my, my. What a beautiful surname. Ya'll ain't from the south now, are ya?” You decided to jump in.

“Yes, sir. Born and raised. We were raised in South Carolina. Anderson decided to go north to school. I stayed a little closer to home, in North Carolina.”

“Then ya crossed over to the other side, I see. Well,” he hummed and glanced towards you for a second as he tipped the front of Anderson's hate. “Well, we might just save you yet.” Anderson wasn't sure how to take the comment judging by the confused look on his face. The crowd moved in a little closer as Corey and Nelson got out of the car, leaving you the only one in it. Which meant you had to get out. Slipping from the car, you held your bag close. Buckman turned his attention from Anderson back to you.

“You see, ya'll arrived just in time to be our honored guests at the Guts n’ Glory Jubilee!” The banner was hard to miss. Red, white, and blue, it hung just over the crowd that had gathered behind Buckman. The cheering started all over again, and you couldn't help but smile. Was it a little off? Maybe. You could have arrived in a backwoods town, one of those off grid sort of deals. Or these reenactors were seriously into their business. Either way, there was a light atmosphere. That nagging worry remained in the back of your brain, ignored still.

Corey was murmuring to Nelson, causing you to reach out and smack at his arm.

“Don't be rude.” They rolled their eyes, but their attention was diverted when a scantily clad woman walked up to the mayor. You blinked for a second as the woman instantly flirted with the two beside you. Buckman had shifted over you subtly in that time, inching closer as the boys had their full attention on Miss Peaches.

In a whirl of activity, more individuals showed up, including the car that you had met up with at the last gas station. While your timetable was tight, you didn't want to be disrespectful or rude. At least that was your reasoning for staying while the boys were only thinking with their lower brain.

It wouldn't be so bad, right? The air was crisp and clean. The heat hadn't fully set in just yet, leaving you comfortable in the quiet outdoor setting. There was a rush towards the hotel because apparently rooms were waiting. Another oddity. You had slipped towards the back of the pack and opted to enjoy a little peace, finally away from the boys. Besides, this seemed like a lovely spot to settle in and maybe do a little sketching.

“Well, darling, just what are you doing out here?” You had found a spot under one of the trees closer to the edge of town. Settled down, you had lost track of the time that had passed. It must have been at least a couple of hours, judging from where the sun was overhead. Buckman was standing just a few feet from you, hands in his pockets and observing.

“Oh, I'm sorry, sir.” Smiling, you hoped that he wouldn't have seen the act of you seeking some solitude as an affront to the hospitality that had been offered. “Been with my brother and his friends for a day and a half. Wanted a little peace, and it's just so nice out. Well, I wanted to take advantage. I didn't mean any disrespect to you or Mrs. Boone by it.” There wasn't a hint of anger as he strolled closer.

“Ain't nothing to be worried about. Just wanted to make sure everything was alright. Everything is alright, isn't it?” You relaxed further against the tree after having gone a little rigid when he first found you.

“Absolutely.” You wanted to ask what the deal with the setup was, but figured if it was one of those off the grid communities, you risked offending him. So, with all those southern manners you were raised with, you offered compliments instead. “You seem to have a little piece of paradise here. The town, the land. Seems like it really lives up to its name.” Buckman stood just a little straighter at that, hands coming from his pockets.

“What a sweet talker you are.” You laughed. “We pride ourselves on our little town. It's very kind of you to notice all the work that we put in.”

“Give credit where it's due.” It had made a great subject for your artwork.

“Well, I hate to interrupt a lady at peace, but dinner is going to be ready soon, and Granny Boone is expecting all our guests.” That was the moment that you realized that you hadn't eaten since yesterday. Quickly, you tucked away your pencils and closed your sketchbook. A brush of your pants had you free of any debris that remained on the ground.

“Dinner sounds wonderful.” You were surprised when the man offered his arm out to you. Deciding there wasn't any harm to it, the offer was taken. The walk back to the hotel was pleasant. The man asked questions every so often, centered around you. There was a certain charm about him that you found endearing and oddly attractive. Maybe it was because it was harmless. You wouldn't be here long, and surely nothing could come of it.

“Sounds like a noble cause, helping those that have served their time.”

“I don't know if I would call it noble. It's…just the right thing to do.” Buckman hummed for a moment before opening the door to the hotel for you. “Thank you.”

“It's not something most these days seem interested in, is all. Focus seems to be elsewhere for most.” That was something that couldn't be argued, and you conceded the point. “Why don't you go on and sit down, now. Dinner's almost ready.”

“Anything I can help with?” Just as you asked, an older woman appeared, all smiles just like Buckman had been.

“I won't turn down a helping hand, even if it is a guest. You mind setting the plates out, dear?”

“Not at all.” You took what she had in her arms and she motioned to send you away towards the table, only catching the briefest hint of low tones as if the two had waited for you to step away to talk. It was either your imagination or truly a private conversation. Shaking your head, as if the negative feeling could be physically removed, you worked on placing out the plates and silverware that the woman, who you assumed was Granny Boone, had placed in your arms.

Dinner was a fairly quiet affair. While Granny Boone was kind and funny, she most certainly took no shit and reminded you a bit of your mother. The cooking had been fantastic, and you had made sure to mention such.

Now, the boys were having dessert, Granny was playing the piano, there was an arm wrestling contest going on, and you were content to sit curled in a corner, working in your sketchbook once more. Instead of the town, you had decided to focus on the people in the room this time. Granny, in particular, since she seemed to be genuinely enjoying what she was doing.

Slowly, bodies leaked out of the room, though one slipped in after being absent. Buckman. He sat nearly atop the piano, sipping from a jug and just observing. While the music continued, the other noise quieted down slowly. Until you heard footsteps approaching. Nelson, of all people. The hoped that he wouldn't bother you if he wasn't acknowledged was squashed instantly. A little liquid courage was apparently the only thing needed for him to change his opinion of you being an uptight bitch.

As soon as the arm was around your shoulders, you shrugged it off and stood up. The two at the piano watched cautiously. You could see them trying not to gawk, and it just caused a rush of embarrassment to hit you.

“You can keep your hands to yourself. How many times does it take for you to realize that I'm not interested nor will ever be. Just because your friends with my brother doesn't mean I have to put up with your shit, Nelson. And, as far as I remember, your last opinion of me was that I was an uptight bitch. So, even if you were the last option on the face of this planet, it wouldn't happen.” Before he could attempt any retort, you walked from the room. The urge to run had been resisted by the skin of your teeth.

Stepping out into the cool night air was a relief. There wasn't enough light out here for you to finish your sketch, but that didn't matter since it meant that you were alone. Sitting down on the steps that led up to the hotel, a heavy sigh threatened to cave in your chest, and you buried your face in your hands for a moment. Breathe, just breathe. The mantra repeated over and over. God, did you hate confrontation like that. And to do so in front of practical strangers?

A soft weight rested against your shoulders, startling you.

“Easy,” Buckman nearly whispered. A blanket, he had wrapped a blanket around you. “Didn't mean to frighten you. Just thought ya might want something to keep the chill off ya.” He was being polite and not bringing up what had just happened.

“Thank you…” Another sigh and the wood creaked under his weight before he settled at your side.

“Some boys just don't learn their manners.” The comment brought a little, depreciating laugh before you could stop it.

“Understatement of the century.” A quiet chuckle was his response. “I'm sorry about that. My brother's friends have a habit of not thinking anything through.”

“Nothing you gotta apologize for, ain't any of that on you. They just need their mommas to tan their hides a bit more so they start respecting others.” You both fell silent as the small noises of the night started to echo out. Insects, birds, the rustle of trees and branches. It had always been pleasant and relaxing to listen to after the day had ended. The silence between you was comfortable, not awkward, and not one that you felt compelled to fill. He didn't either, it seemed. After a few more minutes, it was finally broken.

“I uh, see ya got that little book with ya. What were you working on in there?”

“This?” While you were always drawing, you didn't often share openly. But, there was something about the moment that pushed you towards it. A sense that he could appreciate it. “Nothing much. Just a little sketchbook.”

“Mind if I take a look?” He held out his hand but didn't move to grab the book, waiting for permission. After a second of hesitation, you wanted it over.

“The last one isn't finished yet….” The one of Granny Boone. The first few pages were random little ideas without too much detail since it was a relatively new book. The next three were from today. Two of the town and the last being what you had told him wasn't finished.

“Granny is gonna love this,” he finally spoke softly, amusing lacing the words, but they were genuine rather than mocking. “Ya felt that inspired by our little town?”

“There's certainly a draw.” You missed the giddy grin that overtook his features for a passing moment before it was schooled a little more into a more normal smile.

“I'm touched that you see such charm in our town. And lord, is there some talent here.” Well, there you go again, the heat rising to your cheeks. “Not too many see the town like this.” There was an odd note to his voice, then that caused you to look up. You couldn't place the emotion then. Longing? Desperation? Nostalgia? Either way, it settled there, making the usually peppy and excited mayor seem melancholy until the smile returned, brushed off as if it had been nothing more than a fly on his shoulder.

“Hard to see why. Nice southern hospitality, peaceful, little off the beaten path to make it feel separate from the rest of the world.”

“Glad you think so, darling.” You glanced back out towards the town once more before your world went black.

[thereosheep]

Alright, in regards to your AMAZING pantheon AU for the weasels, here are my OC's if they were deity's/priests ^^

Poppy: I can see her being either a goddess or a priestess. It was hard to pinpoint what she'd be a goddess of, but I think love suits her. She's a very loving and caring person in general, and offers her good heart to anyone. But it's not just romantic love; love is everywhere, after. Why do we mourn when a loved one passes away? Because we love them. Why do we hold our friends dear? Because we love them. Why do doctors tend to their patients? Because they care about them. Poppy is the goddess of all kinds of love.

However, similarly to Psycho, people have started to assume she's only the goddess of passion and intimacy, like Aphrodite. She has been known to enter relationships with all her priests and priestess' (not all of them romantic, but those aren't what get written down in the scrolls), which only spurred the mortals, her own followers even, to believe that's all she is. Poppy isn't so far gone, but she has become more exhausted and depressed. Most of the prayers she receives are related more towards the physical rather than the emotional bond. Even other gods have started to believe these rumors- most notably, the god of greed has tried his chances to seduce Poppy. If she'll bed mere mortals, then surely she'll want him?? Though Poppy has been quick to teach him that even if she was that kind of goddess, he shouldn't expect her to just fall in his arms.

(*cough* @slashingdisneypasta if you see this, I can't help but imagine if Rena was the actual goddess of passion, and Poppy is constantly at her temple like "Hey, we got our mail mixed up again" XD)

(I do like to think despite that though, Greasy and Poppy become friends. Or at least, he goes to her whenever he gains a new priestess. He's confused about Y/N's lack of desire for him for now and Poppy is just "When will you learn?" So basically she's the love expert of the group XD)

She does work hand in hand with the majority of the gods. Like I said, love is everywhere. She's a little too eager to help sometimes, as it feels like she's actually fulfilling a purpose with her friends now. It could be taken as her being a doormate, but really all she wants is for people to remember what love truly is about.

As a priestess, she's a devoted follower and hard worker. Pretty stressed, as she's working for a deity. But what must be done must be done. I think she might work best with Wheezy or Psycho. Psycho could definitely use a caring priestess like her by his side. And Poppy needs a god who can help her relax (not with his herbs XD) and respect her... Though I also love the idea of this fretful little thing getting stuck with Greasy, and having to deal with his flirting while juggling her tasks XD

Shiny: I think... Shiny might be the goddess of festivities and bounty. Adorned in fine dancing togas, as if ready for a party at any second, Shiny brings life to any room she walks in. Although her carefree and spirit have given her the reputation of your typical party girl, she plays a very important role. She not only helps the mortals to relax and, in most extreme cases, give them a reason to be happy, but she also is the one you pray to for a bountiful harvest or for a successful day in the market. People often mix her up with Greasy, especially when it comes to finances, but it's Shiny who really grants you fortune here.

She doesn't have a soft spot for mortals, though, like her friend Poppy does. With how judgmental they are of each other and even the gods, and his badly that can hurt someone (just look at Poppy and Psycho). That reason, along with wanting to be treated every once in a while, Shiny will only bestow her fortune to those her give her offerings. The better the offering, the liklier you are to get her attention. If you prove to be a respectful person, she'll offer you the time of day. If you just assume she'll listen to you, you're better off talking to a brick wall.

I can't imagine Shiny being a priestess, but I can still see her working closely with the gods. Especially Stupid, Wheezy, and Greasy. Stu, being the god of contentment and rest, goes well with her festivities. Wheezy- well, he knows how to make a party more interesting. And Greasy, she mainly got together with him because the mortals mix them up. But over the years, she's grown to like the lascivious deity. They may or may not have a thing going on.

Moony: Oh, he's definitely a companion god of war to Smartass. He is the bloody, dreadful part of war. So basically, Athena VS Ares. Both sides of the battle would pray to him to spare them and aide in their victory, though it was whoever spilled blood first that gained his blessing. He was a monster in ever sense of the word...

Until the goddess of love came into existence, and extended her hand towards even him. All he had known was conflict and destruction until he first felt her warm touch on his cheek. Moony was confused and conflicted for so long, but soon enough his mind began to clear and he became a more civilized deity. Yes, he still carries out his duties on the battlefield, but he is far more compassionate and mindful now than he was years ago. All thanks to Poppy's love. Even if their romance didn't last forever, they still remain close friends to this day.

(Halfway writing this, I realized I made Moony and Poppy into Ares abd Aphrodite XD I'm not taking it back tho-)

Eh... With everyone else, he considers them purely business relationships. Smartass hasn't exactly forgiven him for being a mindless animal, Greasy isn't fond of him either. Psycho wasn't a fan of his work while he was the god of imagination and wonder. Stupid likes Moony now, though. And Wheezy prescribes him calming teas, so Moony is on good terms with the smoker.

Terry: nobody expected him to become the priest of Shiny's temple... I don't think even he thought he'd be in this position, either xD but Shiny was impressed with how true his character was. It was more than that though. He was the best mortal friend she had in centuries. She would trust him with her temple if the time ever came.

Terry also likes Stupid and Wheezy. He and Wheezy resonate with each other so well (they may or may not share his pipe every once in a while... Terry has seen some crazy things with what's he's smoked in Wheezy's god pipe XD). And he has a soft spot for the god of rest ^^

Henry: A thief among mortals. He had infiltrated Poppy's temple, looking for riches left for the goddess. But when caught and shown mercy, he thought he could take advantage of this golden opportunity and live under the care of the deity. It was easier to fool her than he expected, and a part of him started to feel guilt as she continued to shower him in love and devotion.

When Poppy introduced her fellow deities to her lover, however, Henry could tell that they knew his game. Especially Greasy and Shiny. Fearing the wrath of many gods, Henry took what he could carry and fled the city. Poppy was left heartbroken, and that paved the path to the love goddess falling into her depression.

Ben: ... I haven't figured out him yet, but like Henry, he is neither priest nor God. He's just an envious jerk.

I'm sorry if this is all over the place. It's rather late here 😅 I hope you like these! Thank you for tolerating me gushing over your AU

*SQUEEEES*

No problem at all! I loved reading these and knowing my ramblings inspired someone to wanna dabble with them!

Poor Poppy man... At least she's got a lot of friends on her side.

(what's a little curse between Gods after all... Maybe Psycho can make it so he'll always think there's a rock on his shoe or something.)

LoL at gods getting their mail mixed up. That's amazing. Now that the image is in my head I'm just thinking of that happening with Stupid and Wheezy whenever certain substances are involved. Or the occasional mix up between Smartass and Moony (fueling the field, of course. After all, "How did they even mistake me for that... That... ANIMAL?!").

Oh lord... Mortals getting a taste of Wheezy's godly za... That would either be the best trip and/or the worst trip of your life, no in between. And after finding the answer for the mystery of life, the universe and everything else, chances are that you'd probably forget it after.

Maybe it could be some kind of test to become one of his Priests too, who knows?

Once again, Loved these. Thank you for indulging in my thoughts.

[marinerainbow]

so was anyone gonna tell me granny wolf was given a damn cinched waistline on sight for no reason (there was a reason and we know what for), or was i supposed to suddenly remember that yes he had always been built like that? why is he built like mf hercules??? i am not even kidding ok. this wolf also packs a pair of pretty pecks, he's got the belt, he's got the leg muscles???? and why am i just now realizing how much of a peak design he has upon my latest rewatch of happily n'ever after????? it's clearly been too long since my last rewatch, i have been slacking fghfhgf

I'm answering this on my break so @slashingdisneypasta you can see this before you go to work. Anon, I have no clue who you are, but you are speaking straight up FACTS

Just... Just LOOK AT HIM!?

Call him Rose from Titanic because he is JACKED. This guy is literally built different. The Roman style granny cape, as well as his sharp features, really sell the warrior like design. Not to mention that Granny was throwing full-blown SWORDS in a darts game!?!? This guy may eat grandma's and little girls in red capes, but he's clearly doing something right.

I've been trying to think of any possible lore for him as to how he got all this strength. I haven't quite figured it out yet, though I have a theory that he's a bit blind, as you probably saw on Slashings blog. Maybe that could have a part in his skills? 🤔 I'm not sure how though. Slashing, what do you think? If you want to answer ^^

[thetrophyhusband]

Forgot what super witty caption I was gonna give this. You will look at my Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian self insert art. Smug bastards...

(Tagging @slashingdisneypasta because I was looking over some of their old NatM:BotS villain drabbles and such and I got inspired.)

(REBLOGS ENCOURAGED)

[slashingdisneypasta]

SlashingDisneyPasta's (Personal) Horror Villain Hotness Rankings~

😂

Alright so first of all, obviously, I just did this for fun and so the rankings are completely to my (questionable) tastes XD I considered looks and personality.

♡ Tier 1 is like- the hottest people I have ever seen. -Yaknow. Casual XD 😅😂 Tier 5 is the least, but that doesn't mean I don't like them... I just feel nothing for them physically. As a horror villains, I still like them very much! Especially Lester and OG Pennywise ^^ ♡ I only included 2 Rob Englund characters as they could get their own list honestly because no- they are not all in the same tier. Also 3 Moseley characters, 3 versions of Leatherface, both the Djinn's real form as well as his Nathanial Demerest form, and Billy+Stu plus the Ghostface costume. ♡ OKAY- here are my rankings ^^

Tier 1 ❤❤❤:

Tier 2 💗💗💗:

Tier 3🟡🟡🟡:

Tier 4 🟢🟢🟢:

Tier 5 🔵🔵🔵:

I would love to see everyone else's rankings, too! So if you want- please reblog and put your own!! ^^ Put any characters you want, these are just the ones I felt like using.

[francis-writes]

Spotify Wrapped Story Challenge

Okay, so inspired by @slashingdisneypasta I make a little game: send me a 1-100 number and a character and I'll write a short story for them inspired by the song with chosen number from my spotify wrapped!

[lidensword]

Screencaps appreciation

Allow me to share some NatM 2 screencaps and gifs (with my comments, of course) :]

Okay, here we go!

First of all, they look A-W-E-S-O-M-E.

Al, looking at the camera: What are you looking at, punk?!

Napoléon, posing: Google Earth... Always taking pics.

Ivan, with a look like he's gonna murder you in your sleep: *wondering what the dinner will be*

Also, I see a hat behind Nippy...

Jim is that you?? No offense, but you’re shorter than the other mobsters, so...

Actually, he may be short YET he knows how to impose himself! You don't wanna mess with him, otherwise he will turn you into a sieve with his Thompson submachine gun.

Just watch this:

Look how he’s holding his gun. He’s making sure everyone sees it >:]

Oh! I’m so frightened of Jim! He’s bad news!

Since I’m talking about the mobsters, just look at this screencap:

Look at the mobsters and Nippy’s facial expressions

THEY ALL MAKE THE SAME FACE!!! XD

By the way, just admire Ivan’s style! Love it!!

@ slashingdisneypasta made a really good appreciation of it! You can read it here.

Okay, let’s move on.

Spend all the time you need to look carefully at this gif:

Now, let’s make a review of Ivan, Al and Napoléon’s reaction to Kahmunrah throwing the hourglass like you throw a banana peel into the trash, hoping to aim it from behind while looking at your phone.

Ivan seems to be preparing himself to hear the sound of the glass crashing on the floor. I don’t really know why, but I think that’s cute :]

Al Capone, well... He doesn’t seem to mind at all. He follows the trajectory of the hourglass with his eyes and probably hopes that it shatters into a thousand pieces because he is fed up to the back teeth with recalcitrant little people who speak (or sing) at the top of their voices.

What about Napoléon!!?!! Did he have the reflex to grab the hourglass???!!!!! THAT’S ADORABLE!!! He worries about tiny people. I know he does.

And just because he deserves it, I’ll talk about Napoléon a little bit more.

What about the fact he likes to be close to other men?

VERY close...

And that’s not all; look at these ones:

...Nippy kissed one of his soldiers?!? YES!!!

Ok, just kidding... I just chose the right frames from this gif.

[darlingpassion]

This question popped into my head while I was trying to fall asleep. No rush to answer ^^ You said that with Tremaine it wouldn't be "making love," and Maleficent wouldn't necessarily be romantic, either. Do you think there are any Disney villains who would consider it "making love"?

I'm pretty sure there are! The first ones that popped into my head that would make love to you (though there would also be plenty of fucking between you two) are Alemeda Slim, Dr. Facilier, CAPTAIN HOOK! Possibly Hades...

Hm... Those are all the villains I can think of. With the honorable mention of Frollo; if you two were married, he tells himself all you two are doing is 'making love'. Doing what spouses are supposed to do. But really, there is no love in it. You can feel that he wants that other four letter F word, but he's too wrapped up in his religious pride to admit it. And if he did, it'd be because of you tempting him 🙄

@slashingdisneypasta if you'd like, what do you think? You've been writing these baddies much longer than I have XD

[lastofautumn]

Big Bad and Granny from Happily N'Ever After

@marinerainbow @slashingdisneypasta sorry girls