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October 1st

[mamath]

Disney villain recruiters!! They are incredibly goofy but I love their costuming.

If you're not familiar with these characters, good job at not being as terminally online as me I guess!! :') They're semi-improv characters that (used to?) show up at Tokyo Disneysea at Halloween and try to "recruit" park visitors to villainy.

PRETTY NICHE CONTENT so of course I've been wanting to draw them forever. I've missed a couple (the Aladdin and Hunchback themed ones) so idk if I'll come back and add those one day but for now this is it..

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

I FOUND GENDERSWAPPED DISNEY VILLAIN RECRUITERS AND MUST SHARE IT!!!!

The art is by AliceCherie from Devianart who does AMAZING marker arts with Twisted Wonderland!

@jinxthejubilee, @crazyyanderefangirlfan, thoughts??? How different do you think a world of genderswapped? I wonder what their names would be? Jackalynn Heart? Joanne the Mermaid??

[jinxthejubilee]

Hi, how are you? It's been a while since I've asked a question. I wanted to ask how do you think each of the recruiters would be if they were in love (with whom doesn't matter, it's a hypothetical situation). What kind of person in love would they be? What romantic gestures do you think they would have towards their partners?

Oh hey! Welcome back! Don't worry, it's also been a while since I've even talked about the Recruiters, so thanks for giving me a reason to!

In love, you say.....

Apple Poison 🍎

He probably wouldn't be able to identify his feelings for a while.

Whether you go by either idea of his state of being as a homunculus created by the Evil Queen or as an indoctrinated orphan taken in by his mistress, both could explain his cold-hearted exterior.

He's never had to consider self-reflection, so it doesn't come naturally. But for him to become so attached to this person in such a way... Apple is a man of action. He'd confront his emotions and the person of his affections to figure out a solution.

Once they solve that issue, I believe they'd fall into a classic, professional couple romance. Or, at least, Apple likes to think so.

Nothing too over the top, but bouquets of flowers, long talks over dinners, reading over the fireplace, and cozy dark academia-esque activities are staples.

Apple puts his all into being the perfect partner, so long as said partner does the same.

Jack Heart ❤️

Unlike most of the folks on this list, Jack is pretty forward in his desire to be with his s/o. In Wonderland, everyone is a blunt as can be. Practically no secret is kept, especially pertaining to love.

He'd flirt with them often, tell or do anything to make them laugh, bond over their favorite activities; just anything to help him get on their good side.

He will get flustered every now and then, should his s/o say or do something truly sincere or catch them off-guard some other way. But overall, it's a pretty sweet romance.

Gift giving and words of affection are his love languages, so both are big priorities for him. He just adores them so much, and they should know it!

Malfi/Malfie 🪞

Malfi is a man of ego whose main priorities in life are beauty, power, and his mistress. At least, that's how he appears.

The raven will sing his own praises 'til the cows come home, but should anyone, especially his love interest, give a sincere compliment or show genuine care of his well-being, he will spiral.

And that's part of the problem: Malfi's insecurities stem from his kill-or-be-killed worldview he grew up on as a young fledgling cast from the nest for being weak, as well as his belief that he's ugly and unworthy of true love. The man thinks he's legitimately irredeemable.

It may take time for him to acknowledge that his partner likes him for him, but once they get past that phase, he's a wonderful partner.

He's a little tricky, prickly, and showboatish at times still, but he adores his s/o to death. He's very physically affectionate; he just loves being in their presence. Cuddles are a must.

Picnics, walks or flights around the forest, skincare routines, and dress up parties together are what he looks forward to.

He simply couldn't live without you....

Eight Foot Joe 🐙

Joe understands love enough. He might have loved before, but this is different.

He feels...less tired when they're around. Lighter; less burdened.

He wouldn't go into a state of denial per se, but he wouldn't be too happy about it. Love is distracting and complicated. How can he perform as a recruiter for the Sea Witch if he can't stop thinking about them?

So he puts all of his feelings on the back burner to ignore it. It goes about as well as you expect.

The s/o would have to confront him first about the issue, which he would readily deny and cause a fight, but should they fall into a romance, it's very sweet.

Late nights doing paperwork, exploring the city, trying new foods, and other stuff of the sort. Maybe he'll take them to see his home under the sea someday.

When the relationship is at a point of absolute trust, he'll reveal his octopus form to them. He'd be embarrassed by their curiosity at first, but the fact that they accept him in any form brings tears to his eyes.

Mr. Dalmatia 🐾

Although Dalma, should you ship him with Pretty Scar, is a massive tsundere when it comes to love, depending on the circumstance he may not be.

If Dalma is in love, he will chase after it like a dog to a bone. He will do everything in his power to prove how good of a boyfriend he'd make.

Acting overly gentleman-like, such as opening doors, pulling your chair, protecting them from the mailman. Things like that.

It's a bit superficial at first, but that's probably due to the puppy-love nature of it all. But should the relationship continue, Dalma mellows out, and his tsundere tendencies may come in.

Even so, his favorite thing to do together is eat dinner, watch their favorite movie or show, cuddle up on the couch, and fall asleep. It's simple, but such a relaxing thing to do that's not overly physically affectionate.

Pretty Scar (Mzuri) ✨️

In love with Dalma or not, it's really all the same with this girl.

Overly lovey-dovey, overly affectionate in all aspects. Just very overwhelming at first.

Should the person like her too, boundaries are set right away. This may cause some friction as she may cross the lines a few times, but if she loves the person as much as she claims she does, she must respect their personal space.

Her over the top nature comes from her deeply rooted fear that if she isn't, she'll end up alone from being too boring and not standing out. It's difficult for her to not be such a try-hard when her family back home despises her for not being strong or capable enough to be a defender or leader of the pack.

But should she and her s/o cross that hurdle, Mzuri will be much more relaxed and understanding. She's still the most physically affectionate out of everyone on the list, but she'll mature and be better at reading the room.

Ms. Hades 🔥

Ms. Hades' understanding of love was taught in the movie Hercules' version of Ancient Greece. Even Disney-fied, that's not a great place to start...

MH is the embodiment of fire: all-consuming and dangerous, yet vibrant and comforting. While she may be indifferent and professional, she's curious about the concept of love and it being described often as a "spark," a "kindling flame," and other adjectives relating to her element.

She'd admire them from afar at first. She's studies human behavior regularly, so it wouldn't be so strange to anyone else, and no one would know this is different unless they paid more attention. Little would she know they'd study her right back.

Progress would be slow but passionate. Compliments, dances, and candle lit dinners.

Once they've settled and MH has realized her feelings are legit, they settle more comfortably. Late work nights, stories of long forgotten Greek myths, bashing and sh** talking the gods.

Oh yes. The tired mother of the group has found her peace.

Veil 🔔

Veil would probably be excited at the prospect of dating, but she'd immediately turn down any opportunity due to her unwavering duty and loyalty to Frollo.

Of similar reasoning to Joe, Veil views true love as a distraction, though Joe is significantly less loyal to Ursula. He fears her more than anything. Whilst Veil is almost obsessed with pleasing Frollo.

She'll strongly deny her feelings and insist she could never care for them like that. Not in the way they deserve anyway...

It takes a while for her to figure herself out, but once she does, words of affirmation become her love language.

She'll sing them romantic songs from France, or any song she knows is their favorite, acknowledge their hard work and dedication to whatever they set their mind to, or simply tell them how much she adores them.

Lady Hock (Hook) 🪝

Lady Hock would probably be the most unbothered by it all. She seems like the type to have a few flings here and there. But I'd like to think that she'd be a bit unsure should things get serious.

Stability is something Hock's never had, so she's not sure what to do with it. Though, she'd be a lot less indecisive than the others. Once she sets her heart out on something, she'll go after it.

Adventures await for the two of them! Whether that be finding sunken treasure to enduring cookout get togethers with family members. Nothing is boring when they're by each other's sides.

Faja (Farja) 🌹

Tsundere all the way, baby!

This spitfire magician can not handle ANY emotion, much less love of all things.

The denial doesn't last as long as Apple or Malfi's, but it does take some time. She's terrified of rejection and doesn't want to risk getting heartbroken.

She knows she's not as elegant as Ms. Hades, or as charming as Apple and Malfi, or as fun Jack, PS, Dalma, and Hock. So what's the point in trying when all she'll be is a disappointment?

Once the s/o makes it clear that they like her for who she is, she'll fall even harder.

Food and flowers are her love language, so you bet she'll make their favorite dishes and arrange beautiful center pieces.

Faja is passionate, and should her love interest reciprocate that passion, she'll be loving til the end.

Thank you for the ask! Sorry this was so long, but I hope you enjoy it anyway!

[llama-aesthetics]

Apple Poison 🍎

“Ladies and Gentlemen, one bite of this sweet apple will make you the most beautiful person in the world.”

The Recruiter representing the Evil Queen from Snow White. He was crafted from the very poison apple the Queen used on the princess, hence his name. Apple is the most charming and mature of the Recruiters and very confident in his looks.

The others tease him about being an uncle, mostly by Jack, as he has trouble keeping up with the poses and often falling for the others pranks. This leads to him keeping to himself during the shows, except for during guest interactions, where he often says cheesy things, such as offers to escort guests or sweeping them off their feet. He also blows kisses to guests and using his apple for poses.

“Like how the poison intoxicates this apple, allow me to intoxicate you all.”

[tickledpink31]

I’ve had this idea for a while, and the six pose dance song has been stuck in my head for a week. So, this new girl with the striking resemblance to Minako is an alternate version of Minako from another dimension. She’s now Mika, an orphan and high school student in Japan. Watch me as I make some self-indulgent found family content with a very niche part of disney.

Feel free to ask more about Mika and the recruiters

A few warnings: Content is mostly sad since I can't seem to make ocs without torturing them or giving them tragic backstories. I was also kind of sad doing research about orphaned children in Japan.

Bio

As a baby, she was found on the doorstep of a child institution without a single piece of information to identify her biological family. Mika has lived in three institutions and with two different families. Her status of being an orphan has often left her friendless and discriminated within not just her school, but almost every place outside an institution.

Currently, Mika resides in her second foster home with the Arai family that neglects her and only took her in to get the government money. She works as a waitress at a diner in hopes of surviving the adult world once her foster family kicks her out after she graduates from high school or even sooner once she turns eighteen in November.

Meeting the Villain Recruiters

(I couldn't find a lot of information on if Japanese schools going to field trips to Disneyland, but for the sake of this plot, just go with it)

Mika's homeroom wins an all-expense school field trip to Tokyo DisneySea set during the week leading up to Halloween. Much to her delight, she gets the opportunity to attend the Disney Villain Recruiters Atmos show event and the Sailing Day Buffet event. Little does she know, the recruiters are not just actors, but actual henchman of infamous Disney villains.

...And all 10 of them are scouting her long after the trip is over.

Personality

While her twst counterpart, Minako has little sister energy being the youngest in her family, Mika in comparison has big sister vibes. On the surface level, Mika can seem childish due to her naivety and her need for attention from adults. However, she’s quite responsible as she is rather efficient at time-management between work and school, doing chores around the house, and even helping the child care workers take care of the younger children when she was still living in an institution.

Mika maintains a soft-spoken persona, but holds strong convictions about how unfairly institutionalized children are treated and how biological parents aren't always good parents. She is more perceptive than she lets on as she is well aware that the recruiters are making excuses to spend time with her in order to gain her favour and later be recruited. She rarely voices her opinions and inner thoughts out loud.

Having spent most of her childhood as a lonely orphan, she craves attention and affection from others, especially from adults. In spite of knowing the ulterior motives of the recruiters, she continues to consort with them as they were the closest thing she had to a group of friends.

Abilities

Unlike Minako, Mika is not a witch or that much of athlete, but she's near-indestructible. She doesn't know why. She can survive the heaviest falling debris, gunshot wounds, stabbing, decapitation poisoning, and cannot be burned by even hellfire. Mika has only gotten sick twice in her life, but her illnesses tend to hit very hard.

Hey, I only said "near-indestructible."

Other Facts

Up until she was six, Mika was called Hanako Yamada or Yamada Hanako in Japanese. And no, I don't mean the little sister from Yandere Simulator or the comedian. Hanako Yamada and Taro Yamada are the Japanese equivalent of Jane/John Doe.

Her first family that she was taken in by was a sweet elderly couple who adopted her when and legally changed her the name to Mika Masaki.

Mika was among the very few children who got to live with a family let alone two families, but only because she has no biological parents and other relatives that anyone knows about that can ask to take her back.

Mika's first adopted parents taught her plenty of basic life skills in cooking, cleaning, managing money, etc.

Unfortunately, her adopted parents were beginning to experience the first stages of dementia when Mika was ten and were deemed unfit to care for her. The Masakis were placed in a nursing home and Mika was forced to go to her third institution before eventually being taken in by an uncaring foster family a year later.

Relationships with the Recruiters: A Summary

I'll make a much more in depth version of the relationships another day. For now, take a summary of their general relationships with Mika.

They seem to know something about Mika's origins, but why? It's like she met a long time ago, but Mika can't put her finger on it. She knows that they're planning to recruit her, she just doesn't know why her specifically. And if they wanted her to be their team so bad, why are most of them so distrustful and acting like she could fold them like a lawn chair?

That's how it was at first. Over time, all ten of them grew to care for Mika and started empathizing for her situation. They are slightly yandere-ish because half of them don't know how to act like regular humans.

Mika has a few love interests from the group, mainly being Jack Heart and Apple Poison. Why? Because they're my favourites and I have to have romance. I had this scenario in mind on Mika's eighteenth birthday and Jack Heart was the first recruiter who made his official introduction to her and brought a tart for her birthday at the end of their wonderland shenanigans. This is still just him with ulterior motives but still.

[danguiee27]

(Gordi)Blancanieves x apple poison (coco)

Se suponía que esto era para halloween pero por culpa de mi vida y del teléfono no pude terminarlo jeje que cosas de la vida .

En fin, creo que hay gente que conoce a apple poison de los reclutadores de villanos del evento de halloween en Disney (creo que es en Japón no me acuerdo) y bueno este personaje es chipiado con blancanieves,pues este chip ya existe y la verdad ando enamorada de el y como no juntarlo con mi chip más soft jeje

[echantedtoon]

Love's Poison

He hated her. He was made to hate her. He did for her nativity, blind kindness. But love is infectious like a poison. Well one man's poison is another's passion.

(I own nothing/Everything belongs to Disney. Coverart not mine and found on Pinterest.)

(Warnings: Snow White getting poisoned and mistreated by her stepmother and mentions of the evil queen's death.)

He was made to hate. Made to serve.

That was the first thing the child was told opening his eyes and staring upon his creator. But most importantly he was made to follow her every command. Her. EVERY. Command. No matter what it was. He learnt early as a young child that disobedience or not living up to expectations good enough would come with deadly consequences. He was sure to correct himself accordingly. After all he was content with his purpose and would live up to his Queen's expectations better than she was expecting him to be. It was easy to do after all for many years. If she wanted to know something tell her straight to the point. If she told him to do something it would be done by the hour. If she told him to jump he'd ask how high. If she asked him if she was beautiful then he'd tell her she was the most beautiful woman in existence. That pleased her the most. 

Although he thought she was always quite vain 

He never said it outloud and it was none of his business. He only had to serve and obey and she'd be happy. Of course there was one touchy subject the Queen always hated. And he saw said problem often amongst the maids scrubbing the floors or with the cooks washing dishes or with the gardeners often removing leaves from the garden. He hadn't paid the second child much mind at first assuming she was a daughter of the staff. And quite frankly it wasn't any of this business. His only business was to serve his Queen. However he hadn't expected her to literally come up to him one day carrying books with a big smile.

"You're new here. Are you going to scrub the floors too? Maybe we can keep each other company then!"

He only frowned upon her. "No. I work for her majesty. I'm not scullery maid like you."

She annoyingly looked happy at him. "Oh. That's a very important position. I'm impressed someone as young as us got it! That must mean you're very smart to have caught her attention."

He hummed... Perhaps she wasn't as naive as she looked if she figured that out. "That's between her majesty and myself."

"What's your name? My name is Snow White!"

He had to do a double take. Snow White? ...As in PRINCESS Snow White?! The one the Queen always mumbles disdain about?! He looked her up and down ... before deciding that she wasn't worth delaying his duties. 

"My name is of no concern to you. Excuse me. I have things to do."

Unfortunately that wouldn't be the last time the child princess would bother him. Often waving, smiling, and saying hello to him as he passed even if he outright ignored her. Her insistence was annoying and bothersome..But he supposed her didication to bring kind to everyone despite her situation was admirable. He's come to understand her situation more as the years pressed on. Of the Queen's cruel treatment of stripping her of the luxuries a normal princess should have and order her to be treated even worse than an ordinary maid being given nothing but rags to wear and scrapes from the kitchen to eat. It wasn't any of his business of course and he wasn't planning on making it his business but he couldn't help but wonder why she didn't just give up that kindness if all she's ever being shown is contempt and misery and disdain. Well as if to answer his ironic thoughts he just so happened to overhear a conversation between the unfortunate princess and another maid while walking by. 

"Princess you are such a kind soul. How are you able to show such gentleness as fate dealt you a bad hand?"

She only smiled that sweet smile he'd always seen her wife. "Because I would never want for anyone to go through anything like I have. It is better to show kindness where there is sorrow than to let that sorrow change you."

Her answer ... actually surprised him. He would not expect her to give such an answer but he still saw flaws. She was still naive with that kindness of hers. And he thought that again when she attempted to approach him again. He was unsure why she always did. Perhaps it was because they were both the only ones who were a similar age to one another? This time however was different than before when she presented him with a gift. A tart she had made in the kitchen. 

"What is that?"

"It's a tart, Silly." She only smiled that wide smile of hers. "I made it for you!"

He could only slowly blink at her slowly processing what he was told. "You made this..for me? You do know that I don't have any need for these things right? If I'm hungry I can order food from the servants anytime."

"I know but it wouldn't hurt to try one, right? You'll never know if you'll like it if you don't try it."

....He narrowed his eyes suspiciously looking between her and the desert before sighing and holding his hand out. "Fine. If you'll leave me alone to work then I'll take it."

Her eyes blinked wide in surprise but happily handed it over. "That makes me so happy! Does that mean I can know you're name now?"

"This doesn't make us friends in the slightest."

"I know but we've seen each other forever now and I can't address you by name. Think of how rude that is not being able to address someone properly at all despite seeing each other so often. You know my name so is it not courteous that I know yours?"

He hummed again. That sounded... reasonable. And the Queen never told him that he couldn't tell her his name. Just his work was off limits. "Alright...You may know my name but only out of courtesy. My name is Apple Poison."

"Apple Poison?" She hummed. "Quite an uncommon name."

"Says the girl who was named after the paleness of snow."

"Oh. I didn't mean to be rude. I've just never heard of it before is all. It's nice to finally meet you,  Apple Poison. It's a very nice name."

She giggled at him and he quite ignored the heat in his cheeks. However misfortune only followed her more as they slowly grew into adulthood. Everyday Snow White got more beautiful and every day the Queen would ask her mirror who was the farest in the land. Her self conscious and vanity getting worse and worse than the day before. But he never brought it up. After all it was none of his business. However what was his business was serving the Queen in everything she needed which usually involved her witchcraft. So often he found himself in the very hidden witches lair he was born from. A creation of the most poisoned apples and dark magic. It truly was a drab place even if he was used to it by now. His interactions with the ever growing beautiful princess continued. Every day she'd become more beautiful and it became apparent to all whom saw her. Ladies who used to gaze in envy at the Queen's beauty now looked on in awe at Snow White. Men who used to imagine marrying a woman like the Queen now gazed on with adoration at the princess. He found it quite annoying really as it annoyed the Queen and her bad mood always put harder work on him. So logically he should hate Snow White for this but..for some reason...

He just couldn't.

It annoyed him more that there was stares on the Princess now. And then it all came to a head. The day the magic mirror finally gave his Queen a different response. However he didn't know so at the time as he was attending to another matter at hand...And was absolutely NOT distracted by the beautiful sweet singing voice outside of the Queen's window. He was...merely looking outside waiting for Prince Florian's diplomatic arrival. Yes. That was what he was doing. By orders of the Queen. It was just a coincidence that Snow White happened to be scrubbing the steps and singing at the same time he decided to await for the Prince and it was more of a coincidence when the Prince arrived sneaking up to Snow White and frightening her back into the castle. A clear view of his face telling him that Prince Florian was enamored at her beauty by just one meeting. And it was just just a coincidence that his fists tightened in disdain knowing that. Pathetic. Being enamored without even knowing her first. There was more to life than just looks... Someone else could know that too. But it wasn't a coincidence that the Queen approached him also having seen the entire scene.

"Prince Florian has arrived in time for the diplomatic meeting with you on his father's behalf, Your highness."

"I can clearly see." She spoke calmly but with an underlying venom and rage in her soul. "Very well. I have other things that aquire my attention. Show him in. Fetch me my huntsman after and tell him I shall see him afterwards."

He rose a brow at this in question but it wasn't his business to question his orders so he just bowed. "It will be done."

He was not a part of any of the diplomatic affairs or any affairs of the Queen and her huntsman. Only knowing of the matter afterwards that the Princess disappeared unexpectedly and the huntsman had slain her. And only after the Queen told him of this fact. He-...

He never felt a shock of panic spear his chest harder than with those words but he didn't show it outwardly to the Queen other than maybe a flinch and his eyes going wide. The princess was...dead? Snow White was killed by her orders! The smiling face of kindness that always greeted him no matter what was.. gone. He should be happy about it. It meant that the Queen was happy and in turn he should be be happy too. So...why wasn't he? Why did it feel more like a great.. disappointment? Or dare he say sorrow? However both would be surprised when the Queen presented her usual question and proof of her crimes.

''Magic mirror on the wall. Who now is the fairest one of all?"

Like the dutiful servant they both were, the face in the mirror answered her truthfully. "Beyond the seven jeweled hills, beyond the seventh fall. In the cottage of the seven dwarves dwells Snow White fairest one of all."

That made him give pause. She was...alive? That can't be. Then how could the Queen have such a disgusting piece of evidence?

"Snow White lies dead within the forest. The huntsman has brought me proof. Behold. Her heart."

He had to slightly turn his eyes as to not feel that disgusted feeling in his stomach.

"Snow White still lives. Fairest in the land. The heart of a pig you hold in your hand."

"The heart of a pig?!...Then I've been duped."

She was so angry. He's never seen her throw something so hard and with such rage despite the almost calm face she wore. But ..If Snow White lived, then that meant that the Huntsman deliberately lied about what took place and failed to end the Princess's life. He immediately offered his own services to the angry Queen as a loyal way to pacify her anger.

"Your Majesty,  allow me to be tasked with completing this. I promise you results."

"No. If I want her death then I will do it myself. Leave and tend to the castle in my stead."

He didn't like that response but could do nothing but bow and agree with a bad feeling in his chest. "It shall be done."

He really didn't like this. Leaving the Queen for hours as she stormed off leaving him in her absence. The knots grew worse and worse before the temptation was too great and he gave in making his way down into the lair hours later where he'd last seen her. She said to tend to the castle and the lair was a part of the castle so he wouldn't be disobeying orders if he checked in on the drab place. Only to find it completely empty and barren. No living creature in sight. So where was the Queen? Only the thick smell of poisonous herbs were lingering in the air. He followed the smell over to a still bubbling cauldron and an open spell book. One look at the page it was on sent him frozen shocked.

Poisoned apples.

This page contained the potion recipe for poisoned apples. One of the ingredients used in his creation. Why would she be brewing this recipe? She hadn't done it since he was a child. Unless...UNLESS SHE WAS PLANNING ON USING THIS TO POISON SNOW WHITE. A piece of HIM!! SHE WAS GOING TO USE A PIECE OF HIM TO USE AGAINST HER!! Perhaps that was the part that made him snap or cause him lunacy enough to go after the Queen. But not before reading through the page in the spellbook and seeing vital piece of information.

The victim of the Sleeping Death can be revived only by love's first kiss...

The rain was pouring down from the harsh night sky. No moon or stars to light the way through the woods. Trees screamed from the winds' torment pushing their branches about and making shadows dance. The rain pounded against his body soaking him down to the bone and freezing his body to the core but still he pressed onwards and didn't stop. He came too far to stop now. He followed the magic  mirrors directions to a T.  Beyond the seven jeweled hills and beyond the seventh fall. Snow White resided inside a cottage waiting..And hopefully still alive. Mud and water squelched and splashed under his boots the farther and farther he went. Until a noise could be heard distantly above the rain and wind.

THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD.

Like a loud banging over and over again. That must mean something was close right? He continued on following the noise until he pushed a bush aside and was beheld with a sight. Down from him was a dim light. A dim light shining in through a window of a straw roofed collage. It looked completely abandoned right now other than a dim candle in the window. The banging was the door leading into the cottage being slammed repeatedly over and over again by the harsh winds. Instantly he approached but cautiously in case there was danger afoot. The darkness of the cottage didn't welcome him with any warmth as he approached the door and a strong hand grabbed it to stop it's harsh barrage and it was opened.

The inside was dark and quiet. Devoid of any signs of life. It was quiet...too quiet. Where was everyone? The Door was opened wider and he stepped inside carefully looking around. It was dry inside from the rain and warmer than the outside. The only signs of life was a single candle still lit on the nearby table. That must've been the light he saw. It..didn't look like anything was disturbed. Perhaps he was wrong? Perhaps the Queen did not come here. Perhaps everyone was asleep and accidentally left the door open? But then how was no one awakened by the constant door banging? Either everyone living here was a very deep sleeper or something was obviously wrong. He approached the candle raising a brow at how short it was. It obviously had been lit for a while so why leave a single flame? He stepped forward and paused as his foot thudded against something. His eyes widened as a red apple with a single bite rolled along the floor and thudded against a hand lying on the floor barely lit up by the dim light. 

His form froze for a good moment before he scrambling around the table and again freezing at what he saw. On the floor laid a limp body. Looking as though it collapsed all of a sudden. The eyelids closed on a pale but familiar face.

"Snow White!"

He was quick to kneel next to the beautiful woman and gently pushed her onto her back before lifting her upper body into his lap elevating her head. She limply laid there as his hand gently held her cheek unresponsive. His eyes went from her lips to the apple with a single bite and his worse fears were confirmed. She'd been cursed by the same thing he was made from. The closest thing he had for a friend. The only on whom showed him unwavering kindness despite everything. His eyes looked almost panicked. He was...too late. The Queen had already been here and either tricked her into eating the apple or something else more dastardly.And now she was gone.

...Or was she?

His gazed forlornly at her lips. True love's first kiss. But Snow White hadn't even fallen in love with anyone. She was never given a chance. And no one he knows of had fallen in love with her. Everyone just had an infatuation with her beauty at most. He found it bothersome, stupid even. However the longer he gazed at her ..Well.. Perhaps he'd...He leaned down. With a soft breath he leaned over and met her soft lips with those of his own. Soft. That's what she's always been. Nothing but soft and kind to him. His connection to her was broken and he waited. For a long moment nothing happened and he felt a pang in his guts. It.. hadn't worked. Of course someone as poisonous as him wouldn't remove more poison. His head hung but froze seeing her chest rising and falling. She...SHE WAS BREATHING! His head snapped back to her face. Until eventually her eyelids moved a little bit and they opened. Soft lashes fluttered as beautiful eyes peered out dazed into the world. The first thing she saw being his face..and her brows furrowed confused but not afraid.

"Apple...But what are you doing here? I must be having a nice dream."

He continued to stare at her before a relieved breath left him and he held her closer. "It is. Just the ending of a bad dream now."

[blackpoison66]

Art: かまぼこ

the villains creating their recruits

[dahjet]

Stickers on my notebook

Sorry I had to 😭❤️🍎

[fun-sized-issy]

I Need Your Consent (Apple Poison x Fem!Reader)

Summary: Apple Poison wishes to dance with you, but he won’t do it unless he has your permission. Of course, that wasn’t the only situation where he needed your consent.

Word Count: 3,958

A/N: Originally, this was supposed to be an OC x Canon oneshot. But due to the lack of oneshots in the Disney Villain Recruiters tag, I decided to share and make this an ‘x reader’. This is also the reason why Reader has an animal friend, but you can choose the species and name of said animal. This is also my first oneshot so please go easy on me.

Key: (g/c) = glove color, (e/c) = eye color, (a/f/n) = animal friend’s name, (Y/N) = Your name, (a/f/b/p) = animal friend’s body part, (d/c) = dress color

Apple Poison holds his hand out with a bow, waiting for me to take his hand. I look at his hand and him as my hand reaches out. My hand glides to his palm ever so elegantly, prepared to land in his palm. Right as my fingers are ready to make contact with his, I stop. My hand hovers reluctantly above his outstretched hand. There are two things I realized just in that moment.

One: I can’t dance. Two: Even if I did, I would be dancing with a villain. A Villain Recruiter at that. 

What would that mean for me? That I am willing to join their side? To help them aid their masters?

What if that’s not the case? What if I just want to spend one moment, one dance, one hour, with them? What if I don’t want to join their side? What if-

“What’s wrong?” A voice breaks my train of thought.

I look up at Apple Poison and worry paints his face. “What’s the matter?” He asks again, straightening himself. 

“I…,” I utter. What do I tell him? 

Do I tell him my concerns? Do I tell him I can’t dance? Or do I make up some bullshit lie and tell him I’m having stomach pains?

“I…,” I tried again. Nothing else comes out. 

My mind scrambles as I try to find a suitable answer to his question.

“Do you��want to dance?” He asks.

“I do, but…,” - I feel butterflies fluttering around my stomach - “I…”

“You can’t dance?” He finishes with a quirked eyebrow. 

My heart flutters just from seeing his finely shaped eyebrow rise. “I-It’s not just that. It’s…,” I stutter as my body temperature rises. 

My hands sweat underneath my (g/c) gloves and my mouth runs dry. The power this man has just from manipulating his physical features. My eyes dart around as I find a solution to save this awkward moment. 

                                                            --- 

He looks at you with concern as you turn shy. 

Has the amount of people in the ballroom given you stage fright? No, that can’t be. You didn’t appear hesitant when he led you to the center of the ballroom.

Can you not dance? Well, you did say it wasn’t just that.

So what- 

It hits him. 

He surveys the room and sees everyone - both the Heroes and the Villains - watching the two of you with anticipation. He looks at the Villain Recruiters and they too have their eyes on both of you. 

His eyes go back to you and you quickly glance to the side. 

He gets it now. 

If you dance with him, it will look like you’re joining the Villain Recruiters. It will be a good thing for the Recruiters but a bad thing for the Heroes. Not only that, but everyone in this room will make an assumption of whose side you’re on. Either way, you’re in the spotlight and whatever choice you make next will determine how the audience - no, the entire room - will react. 

That’s why his next words are “If you don’t want to, that’s fine.”

                                                         —

I looked at him confused and let out a “Huh?”

He lets out a breath and clarifies, “If you don’t want to dance, then that’s fine. I won’t force you.”

Now I’m really confused. “You mean…you weren’t forcing me to dance with you?” I ask.

“No.” He shakes his head. “I would never.”

“But I thought…this was your way of showing everyone, especially the Heroes, that I’ve joined the Villain Recruiters.”

He looks at me with hurt. “That’s what you thought?”

“Ah, no! I just- I thought-” I stammer. I just thought that he wanted to dance with me. Just for fun. Just to spend some time together. 

Apple Poison lets out a sigh, earning my attention. He gazes at me with an unreadable expression. A chill snakes down my spine and I try to think of what to say in case things go south. “Apple Poison-” I start but he holds up his hand.

“As much as I want you to join the Villain Recruiters, I can’t.”

What? 

“What are you saying? I thought you-”

“Just let me finish.” - he looks at me pleadingly - “I don’t want you to join the Recruiters because I forced you. I want you to join because you wanted to.”

His words hang in the air as I process them. He wants me to join the Villain Recruiters out of my own will? He’s not making me join by force?

Wait, is he…?

“Are you…asking me for my consent?” 

“Yes.” - he nods - “Right now, I’m asking for your consent to dance with me.”

Did he remember?

                                                          —

Of course he remembered. Actually, it has been plaguing his mind ever since you mentioned it.

Consent. 

You can even say he remembers that day like it was yesterday. 

Both of you were sitting under a tree in your secret hiding spot. You were laying on your back with your head resting on his lap. The sky above was covered by the branches and leaves only allowed small rays of sunlight. 

Your (e/c) eyes were transfixed on that clear, bright blue sky, even though it was blocked by those webbed-shaped branches. He sent a glance your way and breathed out a chuckle as he wiped his apple with his sleeve. Apple Poison was worried that you might hurt your eyes just from staring into the sky for too long.

“You’re going to hurt your eyes just from staring at the sky,” he joked.

“Oh, but I don’t see the sun,” you laughed back.

“Heh, the sun may shine so bright it may burn the trees.”

“But then our hiding spot we’ll be exposed and we’ll have no place to ourselves.”

He chuckled and scrubbed a dirty spot clean on his apple. He held the apple up to the little rays of sunlight and turned it in his hand, admiring it from all sides. Satisfied, he smiles to himself and gives the apple a kiss.

“Did that apple give you its consent?” You asked.

He turns to you in confusion. “Huh?”

You looked up at him and asked again, “Did that apple in your hand give you its consent?”

“Consent?”

You sit up and turn to him incredulously. “You’ve never heard of consent?” You questioned.

He looked at you blankly. The silence between you two is deafening. 

To say you were surprised that Apple Poison has never heard of consent would be an overstatement. You weren’t surprised to learn that Apple Poison has never heard of consent before. After all, the Grimm Brothers and even Walt Disney himself didn’t even bother to write in consent in their fairy tales or their adaptations. Now that you think about it, you’re not even sure if these creators bothered to add consent in their stories at all. 

You glanced away in thought. “Do you know what consent is?” You softly asked Apple Poison.

You received silence as your answer.

Apple Poison doesn’t know what consent is. He doesn’t even know why you seem so concerned about this ‘consent’ thing. He’s seen numerous couples kiss each other during his strolls around Disneyland. How is consent related to kissing?

You let out a sigh and sit up straight. Gazing ahead, you tuck your arms under your knees. “Consent is permission to do something with someone,” you explained. “For example, giving someone a kiss on the lips.”

Apple Poison looked away after hearing your definition of consent. He is conflicted. Very conflicted.

He’s heard the story of Snow White numerous times. 

His master wanted to be the fairest in all the land. One day, the Magic Mirror told her that the princess Snow White was the fairest one of all. She didn’t like that answer and tasked the Huntsman to kill Snow White, in addition to placing her heart inside a box.

The Huntsman didn’t have the heart to kill Snow White and told her to run away. He then placed another heart inside the box to fool his master. The plan didn’t work because the Mirror told her that Snow White had lived and the heart inside that box belongs to that of a pig. 

Angered, his master decided to kill Snow White herself. That’s how she created the infamous poison apple. It is an apple that will curse anyone to sleep should they take one bite out of it. Disguised as an old woman, she gives Snow White the poisoned apple and tricks her into taking a bite, promising that her wishes will come true. Snow White takes one bite and is cursed to eternal sleep. 

The Dwarves found her and mourned for her ‘death’. They placed her inside a coffin made of glass because they didn’t have the heart to bury her. A year after her supposed ‘death’, the prince finds the sleeping princess and wakes her up with a kiss, for true love’s kiss was the only way to break the sleeping curse. 

That’s how he knew the story. That’s how it’s been told over the years. There was no part about consent or asking to be kissed. 

And now you’re saying you need consent just so you can kiss someone? 

When was that a thing?

Apple Poison looked at you, wanting to hear more about consent, but stopped. Does Malfie know about consent too? After all, the curses featured in both their tales can only be broken by true love’s kiss. 

“Is something wrong?” You asked worriedly.

He opened his mouth but nothing came out. You brought your legs closer to your chest and laid your head on your arms. You cheekily asked, “Was that too much to handle?”

“...How…How do you know about consent?” He inquired.

You rotate your head and your chin rests on your arms. “I learned about it in high school during Sex Ed,” you answered.

His eyebrows furrowed and you sat up, telling him that will be a story for another time. After all, as one of the oldest Recruiters among the Villain Recruiters there’s a lot of things he doesn’t know about. Especially in these modern times. 

You swung your hands behind you and leaned back, exhaling a sigh. Facing him, you asked, “So about my question earlier, did that apple give you its consent to kiss it?”

He chuckled to himself and looked at the apple in his hand. One beat later, he looks back at you and laughs, “Apples can’t talk.”

You held your hand out and made a grabby motion. “Why don’t I ask it?” You suggested. “Maybe it’ll talk to me.”

He gave you a skeptical look. “Do you speak apple?” He joked.

“No,” - you shook your head - "but I can try.” You reached for the apple. 

He brought his arm up to keep the apple out of your reach. You leaned forward and tried to bring his arm down from blocking you. His arm remained firm and he leaned away from you, giving the apple as much distance as he could between the two of you. You both gave your share of laughs as the two of you continued your little game. It’s just fun and games right now, so both of you enjoy it. 

                                                           —

I gawk at him with my mouth hanging slightly open. “You…want my consent?” I repeat.

“Yes,” he confirms.

“You remember that day I told you about consent?”

“Yes.” He looks away shyly. “That day has never left my mind. I've been thinking about it lately.”

Then it hits you. “Wait. Was that why you didn’t-”

“Yes.” He looks back at you with sincerity in his eyes. “That was why I didn’t kiss you that time.”

                                                          —

He stands at the doorway. His body froze in place and his eyes stared at your resting form.

You laid still on the bed you slept on. Your eyes were closed shut, your lips open just crack, your limbs unmoving, and your chest just as still as your body. 

You’re not dead. Rather, you have been cursed. 

How did you get cursed? Why, he doesn’t know the full details. Your animal friend, (a/f/n), searched for him frantically and told him that you have been cursed to sleep. 

He rushed over to your side and called out your name in desperation. 

No response.

He tried again with his hand on your cheek and his eyes pleading. He knew- no, he had an idea that could break your curse. But it was an idea that he was hesitant to try. 

                                                           —

If I was in his shoes, Apple Poison would probably see the stars twinkling in my eyes. Yes, I may be too stunned to speak at this moment but that didn’t mean I was disappointed or angry at him.

I was just so shocked that he took my words into consideration. This is the same man who was an apple brought to life by an evil queen whose story is centuries old. 

“(Y/N),” - he holds his hand out - “do you wish to dance with me?”

I glance at his hand and at him with my own hand raising to my side. A smile grows on my face and I place my hand on his. “Yes,” I answer.

He smiles back and holds my hand ever so gently. His free hand guides my other hand to his shoulder and my eyes follow said hand to my side. I look back at him and he looks at me with gentleness in his eyes.

It’s no wonder why so many people swoon over him. He truly is a gentleman. 

He leans close and mutters, “Follow my lead.” 

                                                          —

Apple Poison takes a step back and you look down as you follow him with a step forward. With each step back, you follow him with one step forward. As you dance with him, he notices your hesitance with each step you take. Not to mention, you look down as you take a step forward. He gives you a gentle squeeze, which earns your attention. 

He gives you an assuring smile and his eyes tell you that you will be fine. He is here to guide you after all. You just need to trust him.

                                                          —

So I try. I take another step with trust this time but I still look down. I don’t step on his feet and I look back at him. 

He smiles and tilts my chin up to face him. “Hehe, you’re supposed to look at your partner while dancing,” he chuckles.

I smile bashfully and we continue to waltz; this time I don’t look down. As we dance, I glance around the room and see everyone staring at us. Their stares aren’t as expectant or feel as intimidating as before. The guests now stare with curiosity and interest, even some of them are looking at the person next to them. 

I look back at AP and he gives me that smirk. Not the cruel ‘I told you so’ smirk but the gentle ‘It’s okay’ smirk. All I had to do was trust him.

                                                         —

One pair of guests joins the dance floor and soon another and another. One by one, more people pair up and dance together, regardless if they are a Villain or a Hero.

Apple Poison gives his share of quick glances around the room. He snorts out a chuckle when he spots Pretty Scar dancing with Mr. Dalmatia in excitement, much to his chagrin. She probably nagged him to dance with her. He can tell from how stiffed Mr. Dalmatia is dancing.

He looks back at you as you both waltz about in the room. You give him your precious smile and he returns it with his, both of you too elated to stay professional.

With every step you both take his mind wanders. Not out of a daydream, but rather in memory. 

“Why don’t you try kissing her?” A deep voice echoes in the room. 

Apple Poison turns to the voice and sees a finely dressed man with feathers decorating both his collar and the sleeves of his suit, accompanied with a top hat. His hands rest on the cane in front of him and his stance emits a powerful aura. 

“Mr. V,” Apple Poison called out.

“Your girl seems to be takin’ a nice nap,” Mr. V jests and leans forward. “Why not give her a wake up kiss?”

Apple Poison looks at you and his eyes drift in thought. True love’s kiss is usually the only remedy to sleeping spells and curses. So why is he so hesitant to kiss you? If he knew it was the key to breaking your curse surely he would’ve kissed you by now, right?

He straightens himself and studies your sleeping face. His gaze fall down to your lips before going back to your face. Just one kiss ought to wake you, right? Surely you will wake up after he gives you a true love’s kiss, correct?

Apple Poison gulps and exhales a sigh. He can feel the stares of your animal friend and Mr. V burning his back. He’s getting nervous. It’s probably from the penetrating stares of the other two occupants in his room. 

He places his hands on either side of your face and his body hovers over you.  He breathes out from his nose and closes his eyes, ready to kiss you. 

He leans forward.

Mr. V and (a/f/n) watch in anticipation. 

His face gets closer to yours. 

Mr. V and (a/f/n) lean closer, eager to see him wake you up. 

Apple Poison stops and both of your faces are just inches away from each other. He places his forehead on yours.

If one of them were to blink, they would’ve missed that split second move. Mr. V and your animal friend exchange confused glances. What’s the hold up, they wonder.

He opens his eyes and glances at your lips. He leans back and scoops your head. Apple Poison holds you up gently and wraps his arms around your body. He rests his chin on your shoulder and gently rocks you back and forth. His eyes shut immediately to hold back his tears. The last thing he needs are two people watching this charming gentleman cry. 

Mr. V and (a/f/n) are equally confused. “Why didn’t you kiss her?” (a/f/n) asks innocently.

He puts you down ever so gently and caresses your face with such tenderness. His eyes never leave your face as he responds, “She never gave me her consent.”

“What’s wrong?” 

His head snaps out of thought and he looks at you. Your eyebrows are scrunched together and your head tilted at a slight angle. 

Apple Poison opens his mouth to calm your worries but his eyes land on your mouth. Your mouth is slightly open just like how he found you that time. 

He looks at you solemnly as his curled fingers rest against your face. As much as he wants to kiss you, as much as he wants to wake you up with true love’s kiss, he can’t. You never gave him your consent to kiss you while you’re asleep. In fact, you even said it yourself that you didn’t want anyone kissing you awake. 

“Heh. If there’s ever a time when I’m asleep, the last thing I want is someone giving me a kiss,” you scoffed.

He turns away from you and his hand leaves your face. He looks absently at the stone-tiled floor, despondent that he can’t wake you up. 

(a/f/n) goes over to his side and places a (a/f/b/p) on his arm. Apple Poison gives them a glance in acknowledgement, but doesn’t have the energy to muster up a smile. Not even his lips can curl up the smallest of smiles.

Mr. V exhales a long sigh and says, “Well, sorry about your girl, Apple Poison.”

Apple Poison hums and brushes off Mr. V’s comment.

“Still,” - Mr.V leans forward - “when did you learn about consent?”

He turns his head to you and breathes out a small laugh, lips breaking into a sad smile. Apple Poison looks down as he answers, “She told me about it one day. It’s never left my mind ever since.”

Mr. V stares at him intently. “You really care about this girl,” he observed.

“It’s obvious, no?”

“What is?” 

Everyone snaps their heads in your direction. Here you are: awake, sitting upright, and confused. You raise an eyebrow at their wide-eyed shock. 

“What?” You asked.

“You’re…awake….,” Apple Poison said

“Yeah?”

Apple Poison dives into a hug, no longer able to keep his emotions in check. “You’re awake,” he whispered as he held you close.

You stiffly return his hug with a small pat on his back. “Yeah…,” you replied awkwardly.

                                                         —

“Apple Poison?” I call once again. He makes eye contact with me once again. 

I give him a sly smirk. “Maybe I should become a siren with your mind wandering every five seconds.”

“It’s nothing,” he assures.

My smirk curls into a frown. “You sure?” I ask. “You’ve been spacing out a lot ever since we danced. It’s not like you if you ask me.”

His face softens and Apple Poison gives me an unreadable look. I glance around awkwardly and suggest, “Erm, we can sit down if you want. You must be tired-”

“It’s nothing I assure you,” he said. “I…I was just thinking about that time you…,”

It takes me a moment to recall the time Apple Poison is talking about. My eyes widened in realization and I exhale an “Oh”. 

Apple Poison smiles and gives me a twirl. I spin and my skirt twirls out in a huge (d/c) circle. I face Apple Poison and pull him close to me. His body comes forward with a force and I wrap my arms around him. 

                                                            —

Now he is the one taken aback. 

Your hands rest on his back and your chin lands on his shoulder. His arms are out as he processes your split-second move. 

He looks at you from the corner of his eye. “(Y/N)-” 

“Sorry, I…I couldn’t help myself,” you apologized.

“You couldn’t help yourself?” He repeats. “What do you mean?”

“I want to return your hug.” You hug him tighter.

Apple Poison goes quiet as he processes your words. The more he thinks about your words the more he realizes the importance of consent. If he had kissed you while you were asleep, you probably would’ve slapped him or worse. But because he chose to hug you instead, here you are hugging him in the middle of the ballroom for all eyes to see. 

But he can care less, for he hugs you back with the same amount of care and gentleness he did after you woke up. 

“I don’t understand. Why did she wake up?” He wondered aloud. “I didn’t kiss her.”

“Hmmm….” Mr. V brings his thumb and forefinger in thought. “Maybe because it was an act of true love, rather than true love’s kiss. After all, the same thing happened with Elsa and her sister.”

He brings you closer to his chest and enfolds you in his arms. His head rests on your shoulder and his eyes close shut, holding back his tears. Apple Poison lets out a shaky sigh and rubs your back, calming his nerves.

Slightly taken aback, you comfort him by returning the gesture. Both of you don’t care about the eyes that catch your embrace; you both are simply in your own little bubble.

In fairytales, a kiss would take the place of your hug, but in this fairytale - or rather story - a hug takes the place of a kiss. 

All because the princess told her prince the importance of consent.

A/N: I invite all artists to draw fanart of this oneshot. If you liked it, reblog this story and give it a like. Don’t hesitate to send a little message and feedback (constructive criticism, please) and maybe I’ll write more stories like this in the future.

[fair-night-starry-tears]

I had a funny but sad idea for Darling for the magical girl au, and imma write

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Darling been sneaking out more often, from the crack of dawn or the rise of the dusk. She is always out, she had found comfort from the bang songs. It always drive a strange part of her heart to glow, it was like magic was enchanting her within every step. She wanted to get closer and closer to the concert, stop herself from being hidden. But she cannot get so greedy, within every hour of spending her time at every concert. She felt a new part grew within her heart, she was starting to think away from her benevolent queen plan.

But when the time comes, she always fly back to the darken castle. And this time, was much different. She had to sneak past her queen loyal partner. Apple Poison. she had to sneak past him, but somehow. She is always heard no matter how hard she silence her steps. “You’ve been at that concert, didn’t you?” He asked, as he was leaned against the wall. “I have no idea-” the girl quickly responded. “Save it. I can tell you are hiding something….” The man replied, stepping towards the short raven girl. “You visit them, and you choose not to attack but to listen?” As Darling step back, stumbling with her footing as she tumbled backwards down. As she faced the man with fear wielding her eyes, “the only thing keeping you alive…. Is my mercy…. Remember your place and remember your duty…” he said, as he always pitied the young girl. She never knew her own mother, only story tales to keep her company.

“I…. It….” The girl mumbled, “I will forget what my lack of judgement…. And forget the persuasion…. I am at fault.” She said, as Apple Poison steps away. “Good girl…. Now rest… the queen doesn’t want to see a wrinkle on you.” As the man steps away. The girl stayed quiet, sitting on the ground. “….. mother…. Is it okay for me to betray what I’m told to follow?…. Will you do the same too?…” she asked herself. As she dawn on the bird mask she was told to wear, “because I wish to do so too…..” she said. As she swiftly returns to her chambers to rest.

@adrianasunderworld @mangacupcake @writing-heiress @the-weirdos-mind @skboba-stars @nproduction626

[37zack11]

apple poison🍎

(remake my illustration)

[jinxthejubilee]

Hey it's been a while! I wanted to ask a question in a universe where the DVRs got a happily ever after with their movie's heroes/princesses but since I don't really know how some would somehow leave their villain halfway through the film and be a part of the good side (like for example is Ms Hades becomes part of Hercules' family or something instead of tied to Hades) so I'll instead ask this: What do you think will take for the princesses to fall for the male recruiters? This mostly for Malfie and Aurora and Snow White and Apple Poison (I actually don't know where you stand in that ship tbh). Joe and Ariel can be added as romantic or platonic if you chose to since I understand you aren't the biggest fan from what I've seen!

Hey! Welcome back. Sorry it took a while to get back to you. Before I answer your question, allow me clarify my take on their relationships first:

Depending on how you view Malfie's age, I can see him and Aurora getting together. Once again, I personally see the recruiters as young adults, but given their personalities, I can see Jack, Dalma, Pretty Scar, and Malfie as older teens.

Snow White and Apple Poison is an interesting case. Despite the popular rumor, Snow is not 14 years old. She was never given a direct age. But given the canonical ages of the other princesses (ranging from 16-19), I can see her falling into that bracket. In my mind, Apple is at least late 20s, but that's likely due to the stage actor's appearance and characterization of him.

Jack and Alice having a romantic relationship is completely out of the question. She's 12. It's creepy. I don't need to explain further.

According to the stage actor whilst playing Joe, our tired octopus friend here views Ariel as a "little girl," meaning he sees her as a kid. So, at least to me, that ship has sunk.

And finally, unless you count Anita or Perdita, one being a human woman and technically the pup's grandmother/owner, and the other being the adopted mother-figure he was supposed to have, Dalma is out.

With that out of the way, let us begin!

Apple Poison and Snow White 🍎:

Following the idea that Apple was a humunculus created by the Evil Queen (Grimhilda), he was definitely the second person ordered to watch Snow like a hawk as she went along with her tasks. He can sit still for hours at a time, so naturally, he'd be perfect for the job.

He'd most likely grow curious of her caring, hopeful nature despite her circumstances. So much so that he might just confront her himself just to get some answers.

She confuses him, truly. What is there to hope for when your stepmother has ruined your life and reputation as a princess? How can one be so pitifully naive?

But she's not. She just simply refuses to give up.

Sure, she could escape and find shelter elsewhere, but how can she when her people are equally as miserable under her stepmother? Should her country need her one day, perhaps she could help a distant relative or her own child take the throne, as she herself might be unfit due to her lack of education as a maid.

That's why she stays. She has hope.

He'd probably be sent off to find her after she disappears. He may bond with her more, alongside the dwarves. Maybe he tries to kill her himself so she won't suffer under the queen, but decides against it. (You could bring in the original fairytale's three ways of killing her off: The comb, the corset, and then the poison apple).

In the end, Apple would become a dear friend or even an older brother towards Snow White. So much so that when she leaves to marry the prince and becomes the new queen, Apple stays behind to rule as the new king. An alliance built under the strongest foundation: family.

Malfie/Malfi and Aurora🪞:

I've definitely talked about this before on an ask talking about their biggest insecurities, and on Malfi's Personality Page, so I'll add a bit more here.

They'd most likely meet out in the forest one day. He wouldn't know she's the young princess his mistress has been looking for at first, but it becomes pretty apparent later on as they become closer.

At this point, he's desperately in love with her and is inspired to be a better person because of her. His manipulative and jealous tendencies are put in check, as he's willing to give up his happiness for Aurora. Even if it means she won't be with him in the end.

While I personally love the tragic angle with Malfi's story, if we were to give him the win here: He'd help Prince Philip defeat Maleficent, turn back into a bird due to his deal with his mistress being broken, but instead of leaving right after, he stays and follows the group back to the castle.

Prince Philip tries to wake her up, but it doesn't work. The fairies grant Malfie a temporary humanoid form, but he will change back, as their powers are not as powerful as Maleficent's. He agrees anyway and kisses her. Not only does it work, but the kiss gives Malfie a permanent form, although some of his powers have diminished (interpret that how you want)

While the families are ecstatic to have their children home safely, they understand that after years of living separate lives, Aurora has found a new love. Maybe someone might object to her and Malfie's union, but Philip would step in to say that Malfie's earned his respect and deserves Aurora.

Everyone gives their blessing, and Malfie finally gets what he's always wanted: True love.

Much of the others' cases have been discussed before, and I was interested in Apple and Malfie specifically, so I left the others out. Hope you enjoyed reading anyway! Thank you for the question :)