#[queenie headcanons]

[queenie-the-court-jester]

yandere bunny hybrid x reader

A/n: the Intro was rushed because I got too excited to write the smut. Not proofread 🌺

Tw: noncon turns to dubcon, androgynous breeding kink, little dirty talk, he's a horny bastard. Mommy kink but it can be applied to any gender. Slapping body parts, he has a minor lactation kink. Mdni please!

★you met the little furball while you were out on a evening walk. It was the middle of winter and being cooped up inside the house all day was starting to get a little claustrophobic

★you didn't notice him at first since he blended in with the snow. Stopping mid-walk when you heard a weak little whine coming from behind you. Slowly turning around, you saw a pair of red eyes staring at you from beneath the snow

★approaching them slowly, you could finally see him more clearly. Milky white skin turning a light blue due to hypothermia. He didn't have the strength to run when you picked him up. Patting his head, you headed back home.

★giving him a warm bath and setting him next to the fireplace, you slowly nursed him back to health. He was very reluctant at first, but your touch was too comforting to pull away from. He hasn't felt this safe since he was just a baby bun! He stayed with you nearly the entire winter

★midway he starts to get himself familiar with your home, peeking under furniture and into rooms, he seemed to understand you when you'd ask him questions in English

"what's your name little fella?"

"cotton.."

★eventually you had to let him go back into the wild, just a month before spring arrived. He was reluctant but with enough convincing he finally left. Looking back at you from the forest edge, watching you wave goodbye with that beautiful smile he loves

❣️cotton who goes into heat early because he can't stop thinking of you. Burrying himself in his burrow, humping the air. Nothing is as soft as you and your bed. Nothing can make him feel as safe as your touch does

❣️he shoos any females who wish to mate away. Claiming he already has a mate. Oh he wished you'd come into the forest looking for him, to take care of him again as he fills your tight little hole up with his cum

❣️he spends most of his time shamelessly masturbating to the thought of you. His entire heat cycle has been on loop since he left, so finally gathering the balls he heads back to your cottage. Watching you from a distance, lazily stroking his already sensitive cock.

★just minding your business, you don't notice the certain bunny hybrid approaching slowly. You don't have much time to react before a familiar mop of white hair tackles you to the ground. Desperately humping your clothed sex as he whines and grunts.

"cotton!? What the hell are you doing!?"

"hah- nhg need.. mate.. pretty mate.. need to breed! Ohh!"

★you tried pushing him off, but when did he get so strong!? Pining your arms down and ripping your clothes off, wasting no time in lapping at your genitals. Eating you out like a starved man, sucking and nipping your inner thighs until he's sure you're nice and lubed up

★he carefully pressed the tip in, but he doesn't last long as he slowly sinks deeper into your gummy walls. Letting go of your arms and roughly grabbing your hips, which were sure to bruise later, brutally fucking your brains out. Slapping your chest and privates as he grinds his cock deeper

★he keeps going even after he's ripped multiple orgasms out of you. The pleasure slowly chipping off your resistance. Leaving you a blubbering moaning mess under the bunny. A pool of his cum under where your sexes kept meeting.

★it doesn't matter what gender you are, he's determined to breed you until you're swelling with his children. He couldn't wait to suck and bite your chest once it was swollen with milk!

"gonna be so pretty- mph! So pretty, all swollen 'n fat with my babies.. gonna be a good mate, right? G-gonna give me lots of 'em right? Oh ohhh! Cumming again! 'Yer squeezing all my cum out! Mommy!!"

★let's just say that you should get use to your new roommate husband, because now there's no way of getting rid of him. Ever.

[cococaffeinated]

🎪A lil continuation of sorts!🎪

Thus, started Jax's "if the gods allowed me to live one more day, I'm gonna make it everyone's problem" coping mechanism! /hj This is just a silly lil headcanon, by the way, in case that needs to be restated~

I drew a lil cameo of the other already-abstracted-folk to put a vague stamp to this period in time, which explains why Kinger here is a lil more "put together".

I just wanted to play around with the silly idea that maybe Kinger and Gangle were the first two people to ground Jax into his new normal. There's no real theory/justification behind this hc, I just love this trio so much and I noticed that a lot of Jax's frames have him between the two and thought that was pretty sweet~!

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[cheatsykoopa98]

kind of a follow up to that kinger post I made that went big

help me pay for my meds!

DAD AU 1

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[gobbogoo]

For me, the fact that the Amazing Digital Circus opted to give Kinger and "Queener" matching avatars implies A LOT, especially if we follow the belief that the avatars act as psychological reflections. Here's my own take:

Studies have found that long-married couples will effectively share a single mind between them. Their brains outsource specific mental and emotional tasks to one another, such as memory, communication, or certain types of problem-solving. This causes the death of a long-married spouse to effectively rob the living partner of half their mental faculties. And due to how our brains decrease in neuroplasticity as we grow older, a long-married mind isn't really capable of re-learning its lost functions.

Kinger's current mental state very much resembles someone trying to function without their other half. There's memory problems, multiple occasions where he has to rely on Gangle or Zooble to point something obvious out to him, and a clear emotional instability.

[queenie-ofthe-void]

Eddie eventually makes Steve his own battle vest, but with all of Steve's favorite bands.

The back panel is an old Queen concert t-shirt. Robin helped pick out cute buttons and pins, including an ice cream cone, a BMW logo, and a baseball bat (of course)

But Steve's favorite parts are where the kids wrote their names and little doodles in between the patches.

[cheesecakemermaid1048]

Bruh,Imagine Kinger just randomly thinking"I miss my wife..."or"Queener would have loved this"and goes about his day.😭😭😭😭

[queeniecamps]

I feel it in my girly lil bones, Sasha has wavy hair but has no clue how to style it so she straightens it to death on a daily basis, with how fluffy it looks she's GOTTA be killing it with the wrong products and excessive heat

[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

[saytrrose]

Ouu!! I love trans caine- what are all your sexuality/gender headcanons??

I best not see anyone get offended tho these are just my personal opinions.

———

Caine: Agender/Cupioromantic/Asexual

Pomni: Ciswoman/Heterosexual

Jax: Cisman/Heterosexual

Zooble: Genderfluid/Bisexual

Gangle: Ciswoman/Pansexual

Kinger: Cisman/Bisexual but leans women

Ragatha: Ciswoman/Lesbian

Queenie: Transwoman/Bisexual

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For the sake of fanart I swap and bend these all the time 😭 like an example of calling Caine trans but I really think he’s agender and I throw the other characters all over- I’m not very strict on them tbh but if I’m specifically asked this is probably how I will respond

[baconcolacan]

Since Matt is allergic to dog dander, and they already have ringo, I like to believe he has bugs as pets other than fish. He has a beautiful orchid mantis named Queenie <3

[queenie-the-court-jester]

cotton and the magic vagina

for my beloved 🐁 anon 💋

🐰cotton got a 9 incher I kid you not. He may be 4'9, but that monster in between his legs needs to be taken care of every half hour or else you'll have a needy bunny humping your thighs

🐰he wants lots of kids. So he'll try to make as many as possible without thinking of how to provide for them. About half of each litter makes it through infancy, the rest dying in their sleep. It makes you sad whenever you see the little graveyard you made in the backyard

🐰 he's a good father but it's hard teaching him not to fuck you Infront of the kids. Have some decency young man. You're completely appalled when he said his parent's use to do the same Infront of him and his siblings.

🐰the only clothing he doesn't immediately take off is his underwear, saying he likes the way it rubs against his dick. Weirdo.

🐰some days you can't even walk properly with how often he demands sex. He's not a one pump chump, going atleast 4 rounds before he lets you go back to work

🐰don't let him catch you lactating, he'll go ape shit begging to drink some of it. He'll sometimes get jealous of his own kids when he sees them get more attention. Immature brat.

Silly doodle ↓

[zorubark]

My headcanons for how the human counterparts of the TADC cast(mostly their appearence)

Kaufmo: He's a guy with a big belly and thin limbs, light skin, small eyes, long head, linguini nose, chubby linguini from ratatouile, short straight hair, somewhat crooked teeth, above average height but not short, downturned eyes, green-brownish eyes

Pomni: Bob cut with straight bangs, brown hair, a mole on the cheek, fat(to me Pomni irl is fat and nothing will change my mind), wears her work uniform at home, big eyes, eyebags, short, round eyes, brown eyes

Ragatha: Acne scars, wavy or curly hair, tall, blind in one eye(my dad is also blind in one eye :3), high nose bridge, upturned eyes, green eyes, redhead

Jax: Tall, brown skin, monolids, short curly hair, yellow teeth, NO JAUNDICE, amber eyes, wears overalls irl but with a colorful 90s sweater, skinny, when he smiles his gums show a bit

Kinger: Skrunkly middle aged man, wrinkles, blond, long skrunkly beard, long hair(somewhat skrunkrly), skinny needs to eat more, only puts his glasses on to read and doesn't use them otherwise, hooded eyes, blue gray eyes with brown near the black pupil

Queenie: Chubby, dark skin, straight dark brown hair, downturned eyes, brown eyes, mole near her left eye, big eyelashes that form a kinda spiky shape, latina(I don't know which country, there are too much cool countries to choose and y'know, I'm brazilian so I'm resisting the urge), uses a ponytail, middle aged, has wrinkles

Gangle: Black, braid ponytails tied with red ribbons, monolids, big lips, her face gets reddish-brown when she cries(this happens to my friends), has a bunch of skin tags, taller than pomni but still kinda short, thin, no boobs, no butt(I don't know how to say her body type without it sounding weird, I'm so sorry)

Zooble: Has arm and leg prosthetics, has a prosthetic eye, short curly hair, black, almond eyes, wears colorful 90's clothing, mismatched garments, full body, colorful jacket, forgets where she left her walking prosthetic leg so she uses the running prosthetic leg thinking it's gonna be fine to use just for a while but they walk wonky and theys till can't find the other leg and they want to walk and it's a horrible loop

[cheatsykoopa98]

help me pay for my meds!

new dad AU comic let's gooo

TADC DAD AU 3

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[gobbogoo]

"Don't take it too personally, I remember how long it took for you to adjust."

I theorize Kinger was for Ragatha what Ragatha is for Pomni.

He (alongside Queenie) helped each newbie out and made sure they were doing alright, but this also made it harder when they abstracted. The 20-year divide between him and Ragatha implies he was probably already a senior member of the cast when she arrived. Ragatha was VERY MUCH like Pomni when she first got there, as hinted by her moments of anxiety and existential dread. As Kinger lost long-time friends, he grew more withdrawn, and so Ragatha began to take up his role.

She's the only remaining member of the cast that remembers what he used to be like, and he's the only remaining member of the cast she feels she can go to with her anxieties, since she wants to maintain a positive facade in front of the newer characters.

Perhaps one day, Ragatha and Pomni will be the same way.

[queenie-ofthe-void]

The Spicy Six Drink Challenge:

(Based on that viral TikTok challenge where everyone adds a bit of something to the King's Cup, they mix it up and take shots)

Hi, I'm Nancy, and I'm going to add Sprite because I feel like everyone's just going to add liquor.

Hi, I'm Jonathan. I'm going to add orange juice because I heard Eddie say he's going to add half a bottle of Vodka.

Hey everyone, Argyle here. I'm just gonna add a little bit of lemonade because Eddie said he's going to add some Malibu.

Steve here, setting sail on this nasty bullshit of flavor we're making. I'm going to add all of the Coke we have because Eddie told me he's adding, like, a pint of Jack and I don't want to have to carry my boyfriend home.

I'm Eddie. I'm adding a can of Monster because I told each person here that I'm adding different types of alcohol so they'd make the ultimate master mix of flavors, and I'm forcing them to reap what they've sown.

Robin: *adds half of a bottle of gin*

Robin: *takes a shot* I'm gonna kiss Nancy tonight

[thatguywhodoesstuff]

Kinger, Queenie, & My Thoughts

I may be a bit late to the party, but after mulling it over for a while, I’ve got some thoughts on Kinger (who is my favorite of the cast) that I want to share:

-Now, the consensus is that Kinger and Queenie were romantically involved and served as one another’s support systems before Queenie Abstracted, which had a major role in Kinger’s decent into madness. I like to think that even after getting stuck in the circus, the two for the most part stayed rational (at least on a surface level) for a while before the stress of everything started wearing down on them. The two more than likely desired to stay strong for the other and tried to for a time, before tragedy inevitably struck. With this in consideration, I found myself with two distinct thoughts: was Queenie the first in a long line of losses that Kinger experienced that slowly drove him closer and closer to the edge or was her Abstracting the straw that broke the camel’s back, sending Kinger into a breakdown that had been culminating since he entered the circus? Either way you look at it, Kinger had to suffer tremendously before and especially after he lost his lover, the only thing keeping him from crossing the threshold into complete insanity and Abstraction more than likely being a promise he had made to her a long time ago. One that just keeps getting more difficult to keep as he soldiers on in a timeless digital world he has no meaningful control over. This would also play into their chess motif rather well, given that, while the queen is no longer in play, the king still is, and the trapped humans may have some hope of a better existence, even if there isn’t a chance of them truly being free.

-Another thought (or maybe it’s a head canon?) I had was that mentioning Queenie’s name can temporarily snap Kinger out of his detached mental state, making him more lucid and less high strung, but at the same time far more somber and depressed, before he inevitably returns to “normal”, either from his madness inevitably reasserting itself or Kinger actively trying to occupy his mind and bury painful memories of comparatively happier times that have long since passed. Building off of this, I think it would be interesting and rather sad if speaking ill of Queenie would have similar mind clearing effects, but at the same time also sending Kinger into a fit of manic rage. She may not have been perfect, let alone a great person, but Kinger would rather be damned than let anyone badmouth the woman he loved. I mean, just imagine the normally detached and skittish Kinger blowing up at the other humans, and possibly even intimidating them.

-Given that Kinger has been in the circus the longest, it isn’t unreasonable to assume that he may have a better understanding of its machinations, even if it is only comparatively so. This is backed up, if only slightly so, considering how eloquently he explains the sensation of eating in the VR world of the circus, it could be a subtle clue that, despite his poor mental state, Kinger understands how things work on a deeper level then the others. This could lead to some interesting plot points and progression, as the others could occasionally look to him for insight, which would typically be rather hit or miss. Overall, it would be really neat to have a character who is both completely checked out mentally, but at the same time the most aware of what all is going on, even if it isn’t readily apparent or even conscious on their part.

-I know that Kinger and Queenie always had uneven/askew eyes as part of their avatars, but I’ve always liked the idea of them having even eyes, with Kinger’s eyes becoming progressively more unaligned as his mind deteriorated. This isn’t me trying to badmouth Gooseworx’s style (which I think is phenomenal and better then anything I could ever manage artistically) or Kinger’s design, it’s just a long-standing thought/idea I’ve had in the back of my mind since he was revealed.

-Does anyone else get serious Ice King/Simon Petrikov and Betty vibes regarding Kinger and Queenie, or is it just me?

TLDR, these old chess pieces basically have a whole chunk of my brain dedicated to them. Comments, Likes, and Reblogs are all appreciated and I really want to know what others think.