#gaston is a furry

[ichosebotheveryday]

Beauty and The Beast reboot where it becomes increasingly clear that the Beast is Gaston in a fursuit

[vladimirsangel]

"With Erik, you never know. Is it Erik? Is it the cat? Is it the ghost? No, with Erik, you can't tell!"

@purrlockswatson has this fantastic version of Erik who is a Sphynx cat. So I thought I'd do a portrait of him because I really enjoy drawing cats. And Eriks.

[lucy-clik]

Spirou and Fantasio furry

[whistold]

The original Prophecy Heroes of Harmania, AKA the first people marked by the Prophecy on this continent.

Just lore characters!

[ghostlythefuckingghost]

I just realize that Gaston is Belle’s enemy not Beast/Adam. How in the fuck Gaston is Beast’s enemy? In Beauty and the Beast, they actually met (in person) fighting each other and Gaston broke into his home, attempting to kill him. While Belle was tormented by Gaston into marrying him since he thought she was pretty. And plus Beast just met Gaston, that isolated furry have no enemy beside the fairy who gave him the red rose, which is weird because red rose are considered for love relationship.

So in this consultation

Gaston is Belle’s enemy

Beast is Gaston’s enemy

No one is Beast’s enemy

[envy-of-the-apple]

pretty please—a beauty & the beast au except reader is the beast??? and pretty boy gojo/geto is oh so helplessly 'trapped' in said 'beast's castle? and reader (or shall we call her Ms. Beastie) wants nothing to do with 'em and is sulking about her curse. she very openly tells him to leave if he'd like, but for some reason he sticks around like some bugger. i'd love to see your take on this au, please and thank you :3 it would also be very funny to throw furry accusations at gojo/geto, but maybe that's js me loll

oh! how about Miss beast thinks Gojo is beauty, but he's actually Gaston.

You find him out in the snow, half-dead, surrounded by wolves. Maybe its your remnant of humanity left, but you take him back to your castle and nurse him back to health.

As soon as he wakes up, he's a nuisance. Cocky, full of himself. Even when he's too weak to feed himself, he's shamelessly flirting when you're feeding him yourself. At times, you have to hold yourself back from dumping the soup on his face.

You hate him. Mostly because he reminds you of yourself. He's egotistical and selfish, and what you used to be like before the curse. It's jealousy too. He has flawless skin and isn't covered in disgusting hair.

He mocks you, lying to you. Tells you you're beautiful when you and him can both see the claws. The teeth. You hate him.

You've had enough when he tells you he loves you.

You kick him out when he's fully healed. He stays right outside your gates for hours, but you don't care. You need him gone. You needed to forget what you could have been.

He leaves later that day; he returns with an army.

He's talked about his village before, but you never once thought he's something like a prince there too. Fighting against Gojo would have been easy. Trying to hold off 20 men with spikes and daggers?

You stand no chance. You're tied up like the animal you are, dragged out of your castle like a hostage.

He's not scared of you. That's another thing you hate about him. From the day he first saw you, he's never been afraid. Even when your growl and thrash within your binds, he coos like you're a sweet puppy.

His endgame becomes clear when he brings in the witch you saw a century ago. She looks worse for wear, courtesy of Gojo's minions. It takes next to nothing for Gojo to get her to undo the spell. Your binds get looser, as do your clothes. your fur disappears, its replaced by skin. Human skin. You're back.

A few days ago, you would've been happy.

Now, reduced from a beast to a mere pet, you can only watch in horror as Gojo's grin gets more feral.

You realize too late that it wasn't a curse, it was protection from the real beasts.

[kqutie]

EPIC : THE FAIR MAIDEN (not so platonic ver.)

CHAPTER FOUR : THE WASHED-UP STRANGER

relations. : platonic various epic characters/reader -- platonic odysseus/reader ; polites/reader ; platonic eurylochus/reader ; platonic elpenor/reader ; platonic perimedes/reader ; platonic odysseus' crew/reader ; hermes/reader ; poseidon/reader

chpt. sum. : The crew get acquainted with your villagers while you discover a stranger washed up on your sandy beaches. You know exactly what to do... poke, poke, poke!

tags. : reader continues being a disney princess ; female, mute reader ; pure comfort ; animal crossing new horizons game mechanics ; the villagers are here! ; the crew are simps ; poseidon makes an appearance ; poseidon is kinda slimey... ; hermes to the rescue, kinda? ; hermes is still a flirty menace ; protective crew ; very protective odysseus ; poseidon tried to shoot his shot and failed ; isekai and transmigration ; fix it fic ; characters know their future ; happy ending for everyone!

length. : 6.8k

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Marshal hops over, along with Filbert and Poppy, all three squirrels snuggling up to your form in an effort to express how much they missed you. Their affectionate words swirl into a cacophony of voices you hear directly in your mind. Were they communicating with you telepathically? 

“How did you all get here?” you ask without a voice, simply keeping the question in your head and experimenting with the communication. 

“We’ve always been here, silly. It’s our island home, after all,” Shino adds, coming up to your sitting form and nuzzling her nose into your hair. She looked majestic with her white fur, pink nose and red horns, you can still see the reddish colour brushing the edges of her eyes, highlighting her amber gaze. 

“But it’s strange,” Mitzi comments, licking at her paws adorably, “something feels different, somehow, especially after that flying man urged us into the storage shed. Is this really our same island?”

Hermes... you think, supposing they’ve been sent here through him. It makes you wonder if he’s also the reason you arrived. No, that can’t be. He didn’t know of you when you first met, so how could he possibly be responsible for bringing you into this world? Perhaps the appearance of your villagers was a part of his blessing. 

“All that matters is that we’re finally together again,” Filbert cuts in, snuggling further into you as the others join with hums of agreement. It makes you smile to see such familiar, sweet faces. You miss their adorable character designs, but it was fascinating to see them as normal animals, though they didn’t quite look the part. Their atypical colouring remained, so they look more like fantasy creatures to you. Perhaps that was fitting; you’ve grown quite the reputation amongst the crew so your villagers’ unusual appearance may lend to them believing that they are your close friends. 

“Cha-chomp! We missed you,” Fang snaps his jaws in an almost intimidating display, but you know he’s a sweetheart. Rather than shrink back in fear of his very sharp teeth, you smile and reach up to lovingly scratch at his ear. In his true form, Fang was a menacing size, but his beautiful grey coat looked so fluffy — you couldn’t help cooing at him and the way his ears flicked in delight from your scratches.

“It’s a relief to find you again,” Gaston comments, hopping up to your legs, where he brings a small furry hand up to pat your knee. He’s sweet for saying that but the obvious mustache the yellow rabbit retained was hilarious to you. He’s accompanied by Chrissy, however, who no longer adorns her pink and white polka dot head garment and leggings, leaving her looking like an ordinary white bunny. It was quite unusual, but you suppose they all look unusual without their clothing. 

“Don’t laugh! We thought we lost you!” Chrissy, huffs crossing her arms. 

“I’m sorry Chrissy, I missed you too,” Chrissy, ever the kind-hearted bunny, immediately unfolds her arms and smiles happily at you. You’ve already been forgiven; she’s never one to hold a grudge. 

“If you’re all here, does that mean—” You’re cut off by a hoot, and you look up to smile widely at a familiar-looking pair of owls perched along a tree branch. The owl siblings are accompanied by a pigeon whose feathers make it look as though he has a moustache and is wearing a suit. “Blathers! Celeste! Brewster!” The bushes shake below and out pops Tom Nook, accompanied by Timmy, Tommy, the Able sisters, and Isabelle. Timmy and Tommy looked adorably miniature, standing next to Tom, who stood high and greeted you with a friendly wave. Isabelle also waved at you, her tail contentedly swishing from side to side. “I can’t believe you’re all here,” 

“We’d follow you anywhere,” Isabelle comments, and you smile at each other. 

“So good to see you, my dear,” Blathers greets with an accompanying hoo. 

“Yes yes,” Tom Nook agrees but scratches at his head almost nervously, “but what’s happened to the island?”

Giving him an apologetic look, you try your best to explain, “I’m sorry Tom, I know it looks quite different, but I assure you that everything’s okay. It’s well taken care of, we actually have an amazing amount of visitors settled here currently.”

“Oh?” Tom and Isabelle share a proud look. “That’s brilliant! Business is booming!” You giggle at his words and nod along, happy to have settled him down. 

“Have you seen the stars? They’re so beautiful tonight!” Celeste comments and you look up in anticipation for any shooting stars but there are none. There was an unusually still, opaque cloud hovering above you, however. Peculiar…

“I suppose they do look extra bright tonight.” Looking around, you smile at the sight of everyone and slowly stand with your squirrel friends still tucked up in your arms. “How about we have a sleepover at my place?” you suggest, earning a cheer from everyone. 

“Hoo-Hoo! That would be lovely!” Blathers comments, a dreading look overcoming him for a moment, “I do so hate the outdoors but can’t find my museum anywhere!” 

“Mi casa es tu casa,” you invite them all inside as Marshal shivers in excitement before pulling a smug look. 

“I see you’ve picked up some of my speech habits. Of course you would. I’m quite the influencer. And you’re too kind, Sulky, thank you.” Marshal instantly recognised the phrase you used and wiggled in happiness from his positive impact. 

⊹ ࣪﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖

The next morning, you make your way to the crew with breakfast already prepared and stored from your home kitchen. All animals trail along behind you, eager to meet the new friends you told them of the night before and this morning: all 600 men of Odysseus’ fleet. It might be overwhelming for them at first, but you know that their sweet disposition will make them fast friends with the crew. Hopefully, the men wouldn’t be too put off by your villagers’ odd colours. The only normal-looking villagers you have are Fauna, Chrissy, Fang and the Nook family. 

“Fair Maiden!” came a shout, and you turn to gasp at the image of Odysseus aiming his bow and arrow at Fang (a large, grey wolf) while Eurylochus points his large sword at Boots (your gym-bro alligator). Rushing forward, you open your arms out in defence, shielding your harmless villagers from harm. If you could shout in protest, you would, but all you could manage is a frightful look that immediately makes the two lower their guard ever so slightly. 

“Wh-wha—?” Odysseus voices, unable to comprehend what’s happening, but Polites rushes to your side, opening his arms beside you. He knows exactly what you’re trying to convey.

“Captain! The Fair Maiden doesn’t want these animals harmed!” Polites’ voice is loud and firm, an immediate assurance to you that he was on your side, no questions asked, “Please lower your weapons!”

“But—!” Eurylochus tries to protest, knowing the potential danger that you could be in. Seeing the conflict in the sword-wielding man’s eyes, you shake your head insistently and gesture to your villagers and yourself before pointing between you and Polites. Everyone then watches as you end your non-verbal statement by tucking yourself into Polites’ chest, who wordlessly wraps his arms around you, his resolve solidified. It’s easy to understand what you want to express. 

“See? She’s trying to say that these animals are her friends. Please do not harm them.” Polites voices for you, bringing a smile to your face. You kiss his jaw and hug him tightly to show your gratitude. Polites’ cheeks bloom with a radiant blush but he doesn’t draw attention to it, not even when Odysseus and Eurylochus give him a teasing smirk. The two finally lower their weapons and apologise with a bow of their heads. 

“We apologise sincerely for over-reacting and causing you distress, Fair Maiden. We won’t bring harm to your animal friends, I assure you,” Odysseus looks at you, his eyes flooded with resolve to keep his word. 

“A-are you sure they’re friendly? They don’t seem it at all,” Poppy squeaks and hops over to your leg, hugging your ankle in her short height as her sweet face presses into the folds of your skirt. She’s joined by Filbert, who hugs your opposite ankle with a tearful whimper on his lips.

“S-so scary...”

“How unusual,” Odysseus observes, taking in Poppy and Filbert’s unusually coloured fur. He quickly moves on to observe the strange appearance of the other animals that have followed you as well. Some looked normal, some looked magical, and then there was a yellow bunny who looked like he had a very thick moustache, and Odysseus had to stifle his laughter.

“They are not like any other creatures I’ve seen before…” Eurylochus adds as the rest of the crew strain their necks to get a look, all of them humming in agreement as soon as they realise how different the animals appear. They coo over your squirrel villagers, Chrissy, Mitzi and Fauna, for their sweet appearance. They gasp in wonder at Shino’s divine being. They shudder at Fang and Boots’ intimidating presence. And many had to stifle their laughter when seeing Gaston’s prominent moustache as well. 

“No wonder you protect and care for them,” Polites comments, looking down at you with a kind smile. “Are they also as otherworldly as you?” his words make you look away bashfully, earning a laugh from the headband-wearing third commander. At least he managed to get you back for flustering him only moments earlier. That soft kiss isn’t escaping his mind any time soon. 

“We’ll make sure your animal friends don’t come to any harm,” Eurylochus assures, setting out to warn the back of the crew himself after you introduce him and the first few rows of the Odysseus’ men to your villagers and the other occupants of the island: Blathers and Celeste snoozing away in a nearby tree while Brewster keeps a close eye on them; the able sister nestled together adorably in the bushes; Tom Nook travelling together with Timmy and Tommy, who’ve climbed onto his back. To surmise, all animals that aren’t fish or bugs are under your protection.

After that frightful first impression, you’re happy to find the crew getting along with your villagers and vice versa. Your animal friends are truly so friendly; it’s in their nature to be kind, so it took no time at all for them to find new friends in the crew. It was a fun sight to see. The villagers still tended to gravitate towards you, however. And it took a while for the crew to get used to seeing such animals keeping you company, usually finding them trailing close behind you, the squirrels often hopping about your feet as you walked by. 

At times, it was heartwarming to see you interact with the cute animals. A beautiful lady, smiling, cooing and petting the sweet furry creatures was an image that had soul-healing properties. It made you feel all the more magical to them, floating about the island with a sweet deer following after you with adorable squirrels and bunnies close behind. However, it was more than unnerving to witness you being accompanied by a large grey wolf, a snapping alligator and an albino deer with pointed, red horns, an uncustomary appearance for such a graceful species. This was an initial fear you treated by showcasing how friendly and sweet Fang, Boots and Shino actually were. 

Waving Perimedes over, you smile brightly as he brings Elpenor with him. The two were truly inseparable.”Y-yes, Fair Maiden?” Perimedes asks nervously, eyeing Fang and Boots, who flanked your sides and quite politely so. Though that didn’t matter to Perimedes or Elpenor; all they saw were teeth, teeth and more teeth!   

“That one looks like he goes to the gym!” Boots praises Elpenor as he happily gazes at the man’s broad frame. Unfortunately, Elpenor wasn’t aware that the alligator’s interested gaze was one of admiration and not of hunger, and he tenses up in fear.

“You want us to make friends with them?” Fang asks, holding back his excitement as his tail begins to swish behind him in happiness. “Cha-chomp!” Fang snaps his jaws gleefully, unaware of his effect on the fearful, slightly shaking Perimedes, “Any friend of yours is a friend of ours!” 

Taking Perimedes’ hand with the utmost care, you slowly bring his sweaty palm and shaking fingers to Fang’s soft fur. Fang’s delighted response is instantaneous. The large wolf leans into Perimedes’ touch and urges him to continue petting and scratching his ear with a tilt of his head. 

“Oh...” Perimedes releases the breath he was holding and laughs in relief, eagerly scratching at Fang’s ear. The smile that grows on the blonde’s face is contagious.  

“That’s a good scratch. Mmm~ A little to the left please...” Fang snaps his jaws happily, leaning further into Perimedes’ hand, who quickly grows accustomed to Fang’s habit of chomping his jaws to express his happiness. 

“Good boy,” Perimedes whispers, his gaze softening with fondness. He’s made a new friend.

One down, one to go. You look at Elpenor, who seems to be having a staring contest with Boots. Behind him, Boots’ tail swishes from side to side, and you smile at his eagerness to make a new friend, too. Gently, you also take Elpenor’s hand and softly coax him into petting Boot’s head. The look you give Elpenor says everything he needs to know to follow your lead with confidence and trust in your actions. ’Everything will be okay,’ your eyes say to him. 

“I-If you think it’s safe, Fair Maiden...” Elpenor nods and allows himself to be guided into petting Boots, who eagerly leans into his touch. 

“His hands are calloused and strong!” Boots observes with a toothy smile, “That is evidence of his prowess in the gym! I think we’ll make good friends!”  

“It seems everyone has a favourite!” Odysseus laughs, walking up to you as he’s accompanied by both Fauna and Shino. He looks at them fondly, “Curious how an archer has become good friends with deers of all creatures.” Fauna nudges his hand with her nose, urging him to pet her as Shino playfully butts her horns against his forearm. Odysseus complies by rubbing at the base of her horns and succumbing to Fauna’s gently prompt for pets, “It seems I’ve found their weak spot.” You smile at the easy expression that takes over Odysseus’ countenance. In the days that pass, you find that the crew have grown an eagerness for petting your villagers, who make no complaints; they love the attention and the company of new friends. The crew smile more easily and laugh much lighter than ever before. You liken it to the effect therapy animals have on veterans. 

The hardened men can often be found taking care of and spending time with your villagers in various ways. It’s also clear that many have their personal favourites, as the captain had helpfully observed for you. 

Odysseus is often followed around by Fauna and Shino. Fauna, your sweet and graceful deer with her gentle disposition, reminds him of the elegance his wife, Penelope, often holds herself with. Shino, however, makes him think of his son; she’s more playful and adventurous compared to Fauna, much like his boy, Telemachus. Their presence is familiar, but also not. Nevertheless, they gave Odysseus some much-needed comfort and vice versa. Fauna and Shino adore being treated with such care and especially love the stories he tells them absentmindedly, his guard lowered by their presence. 

Eurylochus, you’re surprised to see, has become good friends with your trio of squirrel villagers. All three have expressed to you how much they enjoy resting on his shoulders and even his head as he walks around. His height makes them feel tall and powerful! Marshal likens it to being perched on a walking tree. Poppy simply loves curling up in his large hand. She tells you it makes for the perfect bed to rest comfortably in. It also helps that Eurylochus often feeds them a share of his fruit rations. Filbert loves it especially; he’s a great lover of food. The tall, intimidating second commander can be seen resting against a tree as the three squirrels play about his gently smiling form. He looks at peace, fondly watching as they play around and on him — he’s become their personal playground. 

“You feed them too much, friend,” Polites laughs while passing by with Mitzi in his arms. “I’m afraid that blue one will become too chubby.” It seems everyone’s picked up on Filbert’s food-loving tendencies. 

“But don’t you think they look especially cute with their chubby cheeks chewing away at the fruit? It feels even more satisfying when I feed them by hand,” Eurylochus points out, and the two admire the way the three small squirrels eagerly stuff their faces with slices of apples Eurylochus hands them, making their cheeks puff up adorably.

“I suppose you’re right.” Polites grins and sits beside Eurylochus with Mitzi in his lap. 

“I see you’re a cat person,” Eurylochus smirks at his friend.

“I’ve always been a cat person,” the two share a laugh. 

Mitzi and Polites have a very calming friendship. The two often fall asleep together wherever they may be. It all starts when Mitzi sits herself in Polites’ lap, and the kind third commander can’t help but coo and pet her adoringly. When enough time passes, Mitzi can be found gently purring in his lap as Polites lightly snores over her, the two of them finding the best rest in each other’s company. 

Elpenor has grown a bond with Boots, thanks to your introductions. Boots had even helped him prank other crew members by patiently lurking in the bath waters and jumping out with a snap of his powerful jaws when a group of crew members came in to take their baths. Elpenor was chased around by those few traumatised men, but he found the prank worth the trouble. He laughed the entire time he was chased about. Perimedes was commonly seen with Fang, the two having immediately bonded thanks to you. They enjoyed each other’s company no matter what they may be doing together, whether it’s fishing, sitting around, sleeping under the sun or eating, they’ve become the best of friends. Together, the four of them have become quite the fearsome quartet.    

⊹ ࣪﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖

“Look! What’s that?!” a crew member shouts, and you look to see them pointing up at something in the sky. “It’s a bird!”

“No, it’s a floating red thing carrying a white box!” The helpful description provided by Lycaon makes you pull out your slingshot and take aim. You fire at the balloon three times, but it’s no use, and you watch as the balloon floats further away. With a huff, you shake your head miserably. Why were shooting balloons always so difficult for you? It’s even more difficult now that you’re having to shoot it down in real life. Before the balloon could get too far away, however, an arrow helpfully shoots it down for you. The shooter was Odysseus, who slings his bow over his head and wears it while bringing the gift box over to you. Smiling gratefully, you open the gift before handing him its contents.

“For me?” Odysseus asks, surprised, as he points to himself. You nod, and rather than urge the gift into his hands, you place the purple hyacinth crown onto his head instead. It matches his purple toga. Odysseus laughs and affectionately pats your head as Fauna and Shino prance about around you in celebration. “Thank you.” He silently vows take special care of your gift. He hopes it never wilts.

⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖

You’ve already made the dresses and more for Penelope and Ctimene following Odysseus and Eurylochus’ request, and now you were collecting pretty shells for a little something extra. It would be nice for Odysseus and Eurylochus to craft something personally for their wives too, something pretty to gift them when they arrive home again. It’s not an official recipe you know from ACNH, but it’s a simple craft. An unfussy but heartfelt accessory showcasing the pretty seashell collected from your island’s shores, lovingly prepared for their beautiful wives to wear. How romantic would that be?~ You want to help Ody and Eury be good husbands,so today, you’re trying to find the prettiest seashells for them to craft into necklaces or bracelets. 

“My Fair Maiden,” Polites calls, approaching you on the beach with a kind smile, the ends of his headband swimming in the sea breeze. “What are you up to out here?” he looks at the small collection of sea shells you’ve managed to collect so far, your hands carefully cradling the precious beach decorations. “Those are very beautiful.” he admires your selection, leaning forward ever so slightly as he adjusts his glasses on the bridge of his nose. When he straightens again, Polites softens his voice as he looks at you with a fond stare. “May I join you? I’ll help as best as I can.” Unable to say no, you nod your head instantly. It would be nice to have company, anyway, and Polites was always good company. For a while, you two collect sea shells together with only the waves. There were a lot of shells available, but you were very selective about which ones you kept. Playing ACNH on your switch made the seashells look identical to one another, but now that you were looking at them personally and not in a game, each one was distinct and unique in its own way. Yes, there were similarly shaped ones, but looking closely, they were all very different. It was fascinating, and the adoration was visible on your face. 

That admiring visage of you as you stare down at the shells was something that Polites couldn’t help but admire. You’re too precious. How could he not feel for you? He loves it, especially when you find a particularly beautiful shell and run to share your discovery with him. You’re the good in the world that makes life worthwhile. Once again, the two of you split up to look for more shells separately. Polites looks into the distance when a glimmer catches his eye and moves to collect the shimmering glass bottle buried in the sand. There was a trinket inside that looked like something you would know what to do with better than him, so he kept the bottle closed and immediately returned to you. 

“I don’t have a shell but...” Polites offers the glass bottle sheepishly, not knowing what to expect from your reaction. With a silent gasp, you store away your collected, approved shells and clap in glee, happily receiving the bottle from Polites before hugging him as thanks. Polites laughs and hugs you back, his strong arms wrapping around you tightly as he buries his nose into your hair, where he affectionately presses a kiss into your crown. With you around, the harrowing memories and scars he acquired in the war are pushed far behind him. You bring a rare and precious peaceful quietness. And Polites can confidently say you have the same effect for Odysseus, Eurylochus and the crew too. You’re truly a blessing.

⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖

Poseidon has felt a strange disturbance in his ocean for quite some time now. It wasn’t threatening nor dangerous, so he didn’t initially feel the need to investigate. However, the disruption to his waters has remained such a prominent irritation to the point that he could no longer resist ignoring it. He sets off to investigate the peculiarity in the early morning, hoping to finish his search as soon as possible. 

When he approaches, Poseidon raises a brow. He doesn’t remember such a large island being located in this part of his ocean. It’s not even one he recognises; he’s never seen such greenery or landscapes. Suddenly, there’s movement behind the trees lining the perimeter of the island, beyond the shady beaches, and the sea god ducks into the ocean. Perhaps glimpsing a creature that occupies the island will give him some idea of its mysterious origins. 

Stepping out of the tree line, you move to the sands to continue your sea shell search for Odysseus and Eurylochus just before you meet the crew for breakfast, blissfully unaware of the fascinated stare pinning you down from the God of the sea. As Poseidon stays hidden amongst the waves, he smirks to himself, his eyes tracing your delicious curves, sweetly dressed in the loveliest dress he’s ever seen. He appreciates your silhouette thoroughly until his gaze finally lands on your beautiful face. What a beauty you are. Such a fine treasure he’s found within his ocean. He should have investigated the mysterious island sooner. You appear so sweet and kind too, delicately picking up different seashells, appearing very selective of which ones you should keep for your precious hoard. 

The new island no longer annoys him for disrupting his oceans; rather, Poseidon has found something else to be intrigued by. And he’s determined to make you his. 

You don’t know how much time you spend picking seashells, but when you look up, all thoughts of your mounting sea shell collection are forgotten. On the shore was a washed-up man in nothing but a simple cloth wrapped around his waist. His brown hair is long and wet from the salty ocean water, his skin a healthy sun-kissed colour, and his muscles prominently sculpted. From what little glimpses you see of his face hidden behind the strands of hair that fall over his features, you can tell that he’s handsome with a light shadow of stubble shaping his jaw. As you approach him, unaware of his intentions and very conscious state, Poseidon wills his features to stay undisturbed. A fair maiden such as yourself will surely wake him gently and with a sweet voice; when he pretends to finally rouse from sleep, he’ll work his charms to lure you into a passionate night together. He will enjoy you thoroughly and savour your sweet sounds, for an angel like you is capable of creating nothing but dulcet tones. 

Poseidon has gravely misjudged you, however. As soon as you were kneeling beside him, rather than gently seduce him out of his slumber and kindly ask about his wellbeing in the soft voice he imagined you to have, you begin to incessantly poking at his cheek instead. It was completely unexpected, and he couldn’t help the annoying twitch of his brow. The subtle action makes you temporarily stop your ceaseless prodding. But before Poseidon could breathe in respite, you start poking him again, this time, with much more force and speed. If he wasn’t a god, he’s sure you’d have made the skin of his cheek bruise already. Is this really how you go about waking an injured man?! It’s not at all what Poseidon expected, ignorant to your experience with washed-up seagull pirates. The only way you knew to wake Gulliver (the seagull pirate) or Gullivarrr (the seagull pirate captain) was to constantly pester them, which obviously meant poking their unconscious forms until they wake up. 

“I’m awake! I’m awake!” Poseidon sits up with an irritated grumble, swatting at your hand and squinting his eyes at you. He’s sorely misjudged you. Perhaps he should leave?

(Distantly, a giggle can be heard, and your ears perk up ever so slightly.)

However, Poseidon is struck once again by your beauty. Up close, you’re stunning, especially when you’re smiling so kindly at him and him alone. Because of your bewitching image, Poseidon was willing to forget about your rude, unending poking. 

“What a beauty you are...” the handsome stranger’s brown eyes examine your face, slowly tracing your features with his eyes as he slowly brings a hand up to cup your cheek. His touch was so unexpected that you startle ever so slightly. The stranger appears to take pleasure in your surprise however, chuckling to himself as his hand leaves your cheek to pick up your hand and bring your knuckles to his lips, “Tell me,” his lips don’t leave your skin as he looks up to meet your eyes with an impassioned stare, “what is your name, my lady?”

Smiling apologetically, you shake your head and point to your throat. “Oh? You cannot speak?”Poseidon frowns as you confirm his supposition with a nod. He was so looking forward to hearing your voice and relishing in the beautiful melody you would sing for him under his touch.

“No matter.” Poseidon eventually accepts the fact and leans forward, inching his face close to yours as you lean back slightly. “I remain grateful to you for saving my life.” the stranger’s eyes briefly glances down at your prettily shaped lips, “Allow me to convey my gratitude,” your eyes widen as the bold stranger closes the gap between you, managing to brush his lips against your own before you’re swept up by a pair of strong arms that fly you into the air. Gasping silently, you wrap your arms over your captor’s shoulders and push your face into his neck, fearful of the height he’s flown you to. 

“I should have known you were nothing but trouble~” A familiar voice teases as a pair of lips press a kiss against your temple. Hermes! Pulling away, you gape at the Messenger god who smugly grins at you. His arms carry you like a princess, ensuring that your dress doesn’t fall and reveal more of yourself to the men below. “Not only have you entrapped me, but you’ve captured the attention of my Uncle as well.” his words make your brows fly up in surprise before you hurriedly look down and gasp once more at the scene happening below. His uncle?! Did he mean...? 

Odysseus is pissed. You had taken longer than usual to meet everyone for breakfast, and they had grown anxious about your whereabouts. Initially, your safety wasn’t much of a concern as they knew your island to be incredibly safe; however, those foolish thoughts were immediately swept away as soon as they found you at the beach with a stranger, who was getting far too close for comfort. 

“Allow me to convey my gratitude.” At those exact words, Odysseus had fired his arrow, narrowly missing the strange man’s feet. It was a warning shot. Odysseus wasn’t one to miss his target, especially not one that is so unsuspecting and easy, but he would endanger you if he aimed straight at the man — you were far too close to him, and Odysseus didn’t want to risk you getting injured too. 

“Captain!” Polites points him towards your form up in the air and in the arms of another familiar god, “The Fair Maiden is safe,” his third commander hands him another arrow, “You’re free to take a second shot.” Polites’ voice grows chilly, deprived of his characteristically warm friendliness. He generally wasn’t the type to encourage such mercilessness, rather, he would have encouraged everyone to hear out the stranger. But Odysseus won’t complain; he knows the level of affection Polites and the rest of his crew had fostered for you — of course, this level of protectiveness was to be expected. 

“Aim for his throat,” Eurylochus strategised, his tone stern and calculating as he readies his sword, “While he chokes on his blood, I’ll move in to severe his head clean off his shoulders.” Odysseus didn’t appreciate being ordered around most of the time, but he didn’t mind it for right now. At least you were safe for the moment. He’ll deal with Hermes later. 

“Wait! Wait!” Odysseus freezes in place, along with everyone else who recognises the plea from the musical quite some time ago but still remember it so vividly. The same musical that had revealed their potential future had made it easy to recognise such a voice. It couldn’t be…

The stranger’s very human features slowly melt away to reveal the God of the sea. The man’s brown hair becomes an opaque black as the skin of his neck grows gills and his ears become fin-shaped. The cloth around his waist falls away to reveal the beginnings of a fishtail. Looking down, his tail can be seen seamlessly merging with the ocean waves lapping at the sandy beach, which pulls him into the ocean and stands him tall, held up by the sea below. 

“Poseidon...” Eurylochus acknowledges as everyone takes on a battle stance behind him, their faces weary but determined. 

“You made an oath not to interfere with my journey home!” Odysseus snaps at the sea god. His words making Poseidon grit his teeth in annoyance. 

“I know...”

“Why aren’t you keeping it?”

“I am keeping it! You have had easy oceans so far, and when you set out to sea again for the rest of your journey home, they will be safe also. The girl is different; she has no association with you—” The look Odysseus sends him makes the god stammer ever so slightly. You are associated with Odysseus. What a mistake this was.

“If you touch her, you will be interfering with our journey home. She is our Fair Maiden and has been a wondrous blessing on our voyage so far! Touch her, and you’ll be breaking your oath!”

Poseidon looks up to see you in the arms of his nephew, whose usually smiling countenance disappears as soon as they meet eyes. You are a precious being not only to the man who tormented him in a potential future but are also held dearly by his nephew. This doesn’t spell well. You appeared to be such an innocent lady; how did things turn out to be like this?  

“She’s off limits, uncle.” Hermes states firmly, his arms tightening their hold on you, “And she has my blessing. I’m sure you know what that means...” Even Hermes’ words make Odysseus and the crew’s eyes widen in shock. Just as surprised as Poseidon. When did Hermes bless you? Had you been associated with the Messenger god this whole time?

“Fine!” Poseidon concedes, his reluctant acceptance punctuated by the momentary violent action of the ocean waves below, “I will leave you be.” As he disappears into the sea, Poseidon gives you one last, longing glance. Yet again, he was at a loss. How disappointing…

As soon as Poseidon vanishes into the ocean’s depths, you look to Hermes with a smile, a small thank you for his help. “You’re very welcome, darling~” he coos but appears reluctant to let you go. It isn’t until Odysseus and the crew have fixed their eyes on you that he finally descends. “My my~ what a surprising turn of events.” Hermes brings a light-hearted air with him, doing his best to distract the crew so he can keep you in his arms for longer. He quite likes the feel of you tucked up against his chest and solely held up by his strength as your arms wrap around his neck. You look very adorable this close to him, your head easily tucked up under his chin. 

“Thank you, Hermes,” Odysseus smiles gratefully to the god. He was one of the only gods to be of help to him in the musical, and it appears he’s sustaining that reputation. It only irks the King of Ithaca that Hermes seems to have made contact with you already, without him or anyone else knowing, and given you his blessing.

“Don’t thank me, friend~” Hermes turns his full attention to you, gently setting you down, “I didn’t do it for you particularly...”

‘Thank you for your help, Hermes,’ you voice in your head, knowing the god can hear your words clearly. 

“Of course, my fair lady~” Levitating several inches above the ground, Hermes bows graciously at the waist for you, smiling an easy smile. “But don’t you suppose that I should be rewarded for my efforts?” he teases, offering his cheek for you to kiss. That was his reward. His actions make Odysseus splutter in disbelief as several crew members, Polites and Eurylochus especially, do their best to keep their protests behind clenched teeth, silently begging you not to yield to the god. 

As you give him a skeptical look, Hermes laughs. He planned to shrug it off, knowing that he wouldn’t have received anything from you. He even made the effort not to ask you for a kiss outright, knowing the disadvantage mortals have against a god’s will. Hermes only meant to get a rise out of the crowding audience, his devious nature wouldn’t permit him to leave otherwise. However, he was surprised when, rather than wave his silly request away, you place your hands on his shoulders, stabilising yourself first before closing your eyes and gently puckering your lips, aiming for his offered cheek — a cheek kiss was innocent enough. 

What a pleasant surprise~ Hermes grins deviously.

Taking the opportunity, Hermes wraps his hands around your waist and pulls you impossibly close—to the point where you can feel his toned muscles far too sensitively. Once securely in his arms, he tilts his head to meet your lips with his own, shooting the two of you up into the air as he does so. He likes an audience, but he’s sure you wouldn’t be the biggest fan. Nor will you be happy if he lingers above the crew such that they could look up your dress skirt so he pulls you with him to perch atop one of your lush trees, far from the crew. Your surprised gasp gives him the perfect opportunity to steal more of your breath away. His tongue swoops in and pulls yours into a heated dance as his hand trails up to press against the back of your head and deepen your embrace. Unable to resist, you fall deeply into the kiss, reciprocating with your heart racing in your chest as heat crawls up your neck to settle over your cheeks. How is he such a good kisser? His lips, his arms and hands confine you to him, making the rest of the world disappear — you’ve barely registered that you’re no longer on the beach but rather cradled in the branches of a tree with him. 

Odysseus and the crew were too shocked to react as they were left behind. The last image of you that they saw were your lips connecting with Hermes’s own. Their nerves had been frozen up from being in the presence of two gods and at such close proximity, but those same nerves were quickly thawed by the heat of their rage. Immediately, they go searching for you, not needing to look for long as they see you lying against Hermes in the branches of a tree not too far into the island. 

“My my~” Hermes pants after pulling away, smirking at your breathlessness and unwilling to let you go. The mischievous nature in him spots the infuriated crew in his periphery and immediately decides to play with them. Levitating the two of you once more, he dangles you before the crew tauntingly before slowly descending, your feet finally touching solid ground again, but his arms remain secure around you. The crew doesn’t dare jump forth and bring you to safety, no matter how much they want to, especially when Hermes dares to giggle at them. Spurred on by the fury on their faces, Hermes dips you down and nuzzles his nose into the base of your neck, his eyes pinning the crew down sharply while his lips tenderly kiss the soft skin of your upper chest area, “you taste divine, darling~ So sweet. Just like the first time...”

Odysseus choked on air as his eyes bulged out. “THE FIRST TIME?!”

Hermes laughs and lifts into the air slightly, bringing you with him and making you twirl with your arm raised and your feet lifted several inches off the ground. He pulls you back in again, just as tightly as before, emphasising his affection for you. “This certainly won’t be the last time, either.” he looks into your rounded, glittering eyes, cooing in adoration at your precious image. Everything was happening so fast that you could barely comprehend it all, your mind still stuck on processing the kiss you shared with the mischievous god. “You’re truly far too tempting for your own good. I’m but a hungry, helpless beast at your service, my lady.” Hermes finally (finally!) sets you down and bows, bringing your hand up to kiss your knuckles before finally biding his farewells for the time being. 

When you finally turn around, Odysseus had come dangerously close, his eyes wild with barely restrained rage and stern protectiveness. “You have some explaining to do, young lady.”

But…But I can’t talk! You wail internally, pulling a helpless expression, but Odysseus is undeterred. Hermes… you jerk! 

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a/n : once again, I couldn't stop writing until I finished, even if it means sleeping at 3am -- but I'm just as addicted as anyone else to this series so... here you darlings go... i'm going to bed now!

For those of you who need/want the reminder, these are my villagers: Fauna ; Shino ; Poppy ; Filbert ; Marshal ; Chrissy ; Fang ; Boots ; Gaston ; Mitzi

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[seaslugfanclub]

Random Park attendant: y’know (Y/N), you always seem to spend a lot of time with the animal characters— y’know, Ratigan, Honest John, Scar, Robin Hood? Why is that?

(Y/N), who may or may not be a furry: ….No reason…

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Cruella: hold my hand— NOW.

(Y/N): *grabs hand* IT. BURNS

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(Y/N): Other employees have emergency pepper spray. I have emergency pocket Ratigan

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(Y/N): Gaston, could you read page 23 for the group?

Gaston: No I cannot! (Bonjour, my names Gaston, I’m 29, and I never fucking learned how to read)

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(Y/N): Do you wanna make out?

Maleficent: Not really…

(Y/N): *Holding back tears* yeah me neither I wanna go to sleep *fakes snore*

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King Magnifico: I miss my wife (Y/N). I miss her a lot. I’ll be back..

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Cruella : I really like this shade of blood orange

Medusa: Blood orange… she’s so pretentious—Shut up it’s fucking red. *Blood orange*.. ugh

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Mickey Mouse: Do you know why I called you here into my office?

(Y/N): Is it because I accidentally sent you that dick-pic?

Mickey Mouse *stops pouring two glasses of apple juice*: Accidentally?

[baptaincarnacles]

CHKCGJSRUARAUTSJTJS I loved the wk x octonauts crossover you did! Could ee get what the villains think of the octpnauts?/nf

Oh, hi Anon! Thanks for the ask!

(I am glad you guys like these, I yap a lot)

I’d love to explain what I believe the dynamics between the Wild Kratts’ villains and Octonauts would be!

And like I did last time with the Kratts’ crew, here’s what animals I believe the villains would be:

Main Villains:

Zach Varmitech: Hyrax (solely because they are considered a symbol of Cowardice… and imagining him as a fat, furry little creature is kinda funny)

Donita Donata: A swan (swans are considered classy, and for some reason, I feel she’d be wearing a feather boa)

Gaston Gourmand: Okay… Snapping Turtle (big, grouchy, and always snappy… also, they eat about anything they can fit in their mouth)

Paisley Paver (before her redemption): Beaver (building, and… to be fair, beavers can build an environment but they have to wreck it a little first)

Villain Lackeys:

Dabio: Peacock (big, bright-colored, but not all that smart, and loud. He tries his best)

Rex: Wolf (let’s be honest, he acts like a big puppy. So, a wolf with a pack bond would make a lot of sense)

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Alright!

Let’s start with them in the Octonauts’ universe first… solely because I already listed the animals they would be.

How’d they get there?

We all know Zach is nosey, snobby… and rich. So, he was likely snooping around the Tortuga the second his spyware detected no one was inside. He gets inside, walks into the HQ- and there, in the middle of the room- a trampoline-? Well, partially just that- but also an open portal.

Drats! Those Wild Rats must be traveling through time!

And what benefit can Zach get from time travel? He can create his own park of extinct animals- Jurassic Park type beat. He’s positive they must be exploring ancient periods- and ancient periods means extinct animals! If he can get his Zach Bots through to capture some of these animals… then he can get rich(er than he already is)!

Now… what time period could they possibly be exploring? Not that he knows any periods of time. Ice Age? The Cambrian Explosion itself? The Triassic, Jurassic, or Cretaceous periods? So many options (from what he just looked up)!

Maybe they got caught up in the late Cretaceous and went extinct!

Could a human even survive the Earth at the time?

Okay, that concludes it, Zach will be bringing extra supplies, including oxygen!

But… why go alone with such risk?

So…. Zach calls an “emergency” meeting with the other villains (who are less than thrilled to see him).

Paisley is resentful. Why would she care? There is no benefit to her going back in time! The only benefit she’d get from this is paving an island so Zach can build the damn park or whatever.

Donita, on the other hand, is intrigued. Now, this was something she could get behind! A coat from a wooly mammoth? A pair of T-Rex leather boots. My, my! The options for such a period of time is insane! She could start a new fashion line- Quetzalcoatlus Fashion, real clothes from real dinosaurs, locally sourced from Ancient History!

And no false Advertisement…

Gourmand is all in. Tyrannosaurus-Steaks, Tricera-nuggets, Ankylo-stew! And that’s just the big three of the Cretaceous! Or perhaps it’ll be mammoth! Saber-tooth! All sorts of tasty snacks for a man like Gourmand- and he can sure as hell whip up a 5-Star chain of restaurants with such a thing! Ice Age Resort and Cafe! Triassic Foodlines. Best seller would be Coelophysis Ribs! Mm-mm!

So… Zach has got approval of 2 out of 3 of the villains.

Paisley eventually caves because Rex won’t quit pestering her.

So, the villains all meet up in the unguarded Tortuga- Gourmand wouldn’t pay a bit of attention, he’s snooping- and they gather around the portal. Zach has at least 10 of his Zach Bots with him- Donita has a few of her mannequins, and Paisley brought one of her machines for travel.

… The disappointment they’re getting ready to face.

Zach readies himself with an oxygen tank on hand- to which Gourmand calls him a sissy for it- and jumps through. He’s followed by Donita and Dabio- Gourmand- and last, Paisley… because Rex had to lift her through the portal.

Around the time they realize what happened, they’re face-down in the sand. Zach freaks out the moment he realizes he has paws instead of hands. Donita scoffs- which comes out as a honk- and she glances down, realizing she has wings and feathers. She’s not too mad about it. At least she’s a classy bird.

“Is this what those Kratts feel when they activate their power suits?” -Donita

“No! We’re fully animals and not just in a suit!” -Zach

Gourmand just raises up, unamused. Doesn’t look like he’s going to be making that 5-Star restaurant chain after all… but… he could always cook and eat talking animals.

Paisley is annoyed. A beaver? How inefficient. What is she supposed to do as a Beaver!?

And they are relieved to still be bipedal, no doubt (unless they were birds, who were already bipedal).

Though, it is a bit awkward. Their balance is completely off- Gourmand is weighed down by a heavy shell- and canine legs aren’t quite easy to balance on with just two legs. Rex is stumbling and falling- and highly considering just going on all-fours.

Let’s say they also landed on the same tropical island as the Kratts. They are surrounded by all sorts of creatures-! Crabs… mainly, but still! Plenty! And Gourmand is starting to think that crab legs would be… quite good. Delectable, even.

So, off he goes, gathering crabs from the beach- who readily complain as they are picked up.

Donita walks off from the group with Dabio, her mannequins following behind her to see if there’s anything fashionable on the island.

Zach is more than annoyed, debating just going back through the portal and calling it a day. Talking animals- what can he do with those!? Make them into a line of pets-… he… could make them into a line of pets! And off he goes, having his Zach bots gather as many as possible. Doesn’t matter the species, just grab them.

Paisley would end up just leaving with Rex… once Rex figured out how to get up and back through the portal.

So… how do they meet the Octonauts?

With Gourmand being a greedy bastard and grabbing a bunch of crabs, I feel a few of them would wander down beach in a frenzy, catching the Octonauts crew by surprise; they had just helped them, now this?

Barnacles would be the first to approach the situation, and glancing down beach… Why is there a snapping turtle?

So, of course, he turns to the Kratts and asks if that’s a friend.

No. Definitely not.

Barnacles is somewhat aggravated by this- a creature competent enough to understand why their actions are wrong still doing so anyway? If the ecosystem called for it, sure- he couldn’t stop it. But this was just ridiculous.

So, first impression with Gourmand isn’t the best.

Kwazzi- being himself- immediately jumps out and approaches Gourmand with a: “Drop the crabs, ye beastie!”

Gourmand… would probably snort, roll his eyes, and go about catching crabs.

Which ruins Kwazzi’s moment of grandeur.

Chris and Martin decide to handle Gourmand because… it’s Gourmand. He’s arguably the villain who’s the biggest pain in the ass solely because he doesn’t know when to give up.

But, given Barnacles, he walks over and manhandles Gourmand, pinning him to the ground. That would rile Gourmand right up; he’d be writhing, yelling, demanding to be let go- all while Chris and Martin are laughing at him.

Now, Gourmand is pissed at both the Kratt bros AND this stupid Polar Bear. Would probably mock that he’s eaten things better than Barnacles, the whole 9 yards of insult.

And I feel that’s where Zach would come back in- running back onto the beach, being swooped down on by a tropical bird. Kwazzi starts laughing and Barnacles growls.

“No offense, but next time you visit, can you ensure that the troublesome people can’t follow you through? Dealing with environmental issues alone is hard enough-“ -Barnacles

Chris and Martin would give that awkward smile they do when they get in trouble while profusely apologizing.

And now- how would they meet Donita? I feel like she somehow accidentally got ahold of Peso. And while she’s figuring out what Peso was doing there, he’s frantically calling Barnacles, freaking out.

And Barnacles being the way he is with his team in there as soon as he physically can be.

So now they have three inconveniences. Which, while being harsh, is the only way to describe them. Dabio would be four but… they don’t know he’s there yet.

Now, they had to get them *out* and make sure they don’t take any of the animals with them. Dabio and Donita, Donita who is specifically annoyed by her mannequins being destroyed, willingly go through the portal. She may be stubborn, but she’s not Zach stubborn. Gourmand is the second… because he feels humiliated. And Zach had to be thrown through by the Kratt bros.

Over all? The Octonauts crew couldn’t stand them. They were loud, annoying, and rude.

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Side note: sorry this took so long!! We’ve been dealing with flooding and snowstorms and the stress had me everywhere lol!

[itsythebitsyspider]

Let’s see how this does. First time writing something like this in a while, hope you like it

Belle had finally gotten the beast to warm up to her after a long few weeks of trying to make this arrangement comfortable. From small moments in the library, to outings in the garden, and even cooking dinner together instead of letting the furniture do all the work. Granted, the beast wasn't a good cook and tended to burn everything he made, somehow including jello, but Belle was patient. No matter how many times she had to make a run for the fire extinguisher, she'd be there for him. Apparently, he felt the same for her. But differently. Very, differently.

Recently Belle had attempted to teach Beast how to bake a cake. He had done his best to copy what she did, but ultimately his cake just couldn't hold up to the test of the oven that held a certain hatred for him. To calm the Beast, Belle let him decorate the cake. The beast did his best... but let's just say, the cake looked like it had hyperpigmentation.

Regardless, they were out of eggs. And flour. And basically everything it took to make a cake. So Beast had allowed Belle to go into town and buy some more. Of course, only if he accompanied her. Belle didn't know how a man-- or a beast-- that large would be able to hide. But seeing as how no one has noticed the large cloaked figure walking around, it seemed like it wasn't that hard.

She stood at the small market, picking up two large bags of flower before a sharp whistle pierced the air. She turned around to investigate and was met with an eye full of a bright red button up. At first she thought it was Gaston, but the moment she looked up she was met with a man with only half as sharp a jawline as the previously mentioned man. His hair was touseled, a stark contrast to the clean and tidy image Gaston presented. But enough about that chauvinist.

"Hello, sweet thing. Are you just passing through?" The man asked, tilting his head as he looked down at her.

"Just here for some shopping." She said warily, eyeing him up and down. She couldn't yet tell his intentions, so it was best to keep things civil for now.

"Oh really? Find what you're looking for?" He grinned at her and she couldn't help but notice the crooked teeth in his smile.

"Yes, I have." She glanced around to see if anyone was watching. Unfortunately, the people choose this one moment out of the day to mind their own business.

"I think you missed something."

"And what might that me?"

"Me."

And there it was. She felt the ick creep up the back of her neck, the polite smile faltering the instant she recognized his intentions.

"Ha, you're funny." She said, forcing another smile as she moved over to the side to grab the flour and put it in her bag. Unfortunately the man reached out and picked up the flower. "How about I carry these for you?" He offered.

She all but growled in frustration. She could sense the headache she’d get trying to gently let him down so he didn’t burst into flames at her rejection.

Just as she was about to respond, a friendly shape appeared behind the man. "She can carry her own things." The voice growled.

Belle felt another shiver run down her spine, but this time it wasn’t all that unpleasant.

“And who are you to decide that?” The man scoffed, turning to face the figure shrouded in a purple cloak. The beast tilted his head up for the light to catch his features.

The man instantly paled at the sight of such a creature. Belle knew the feeling from the first moment she met the beast. A dark, furry creature. With teeth as sharp as the tusk of the wild boar that hung above the Boar’s Tavern back at home, and eyes angry enough to match the harshest of storms.

The flour dropped to the ground, scattering everywhere. The shopkeeper, choosing now to look at them was justifiably angry. “Hey! You clutz, that was a large! You gonna pay for that?” The elderly woman yelled at the man. The man’s head snapped towards the woman, glancing back and forth between her and the beast.

“Go on.” The beast growled. “Pay. And apologize.”

The man scrambled for his wallet, dropping down a few coins without too much thought, murmuring a quick apology to Belle, and dashing off into the crowd.

“Mm. Are you… alright?” He asked Belle, trying to show a little more care than he was used to showing.

“I’m fine. Just annoyed.” She shrugged, picking up a new bag and paying the shopkeeper with an apologetic smile,

“He didn’t touch you, did he?” The beast asked, a undertone to his words. Belle didn’t even have to look to know that he was ready to get angry if she gave him an answer he didnt like. Deciding that she didn’t want anyone’s blood on her hands, she kept it short and honest.

“No, he didn’t. He just tried to flirt.”

The beast nodded. She watched as the tension slowly left his body. She had never seen him so angry. Not since that day she had tried to touch the glittery rose in the west wing. He’d grown to possessive over the rose that he had snarled at her. Actually snarled like a beast. She’d learned her lesson the hard way that day, stay away from the west wing.

Maybe she should get the eggs now and leave before any more uncomfortable situations took place. She paid for the eggs and quickly picked out a few good ones and quickly hurried on. She didn’t want the beast to be in an even more foul mood. She could practically smell the anger radiating off him.

“Alright, let’s go.” Belle readjusted the basket on her arm and walked back to the horse just in the outskirts of town. The beast, who had been silent the entire time, only let out a grunt before climbing on behind her. His hands were low on her hips, his grip tight. Belle didn’t mention how she could feel his claws poking her through the corset of her dress, instead choosing to snap the reigns of the horse and take off back to the castle.

In the kitchen, Belle was putting away the food with the servants when the unmistakable footsteps of the beast sounded. The quiet puff of his paw pads accompanied by the click of his sharp nails on the tile floor was a sound she’d grown accustomed to. The servants quickly ran off, leaving them alone in the kitchen.

The footsteps didn’t stop until they were right behind her. She could feel the anger radiating off of him like a heat wave. Belle took a stilling breath and turned to face him.

“Beast. Are you hungry? I can fix you up a snack if—“

“What did he say to you.”

“I’m sorry?”

“What. Did he say to you.” He repeated.

She didn’t even have to ask to know that he was referring to the man at the market today. “He just asked if I found what I was looking for. He meant himself. It was nothing special, just another—“

“Is that really all he said? Nothing else?”

“Well nothing that mattered-“

The beast pressed her up against the counter. “That’s not what I asked.” He growled, leaning in.

Belle took a nervous breath, her heart pounding. “That’s really all he said. That I’d forgotten him, and then he offered to carry my things.”

The beasts eyes stared into hers as if trying to read her mind through them. “And what did you think of his advances?”

“What?”

“Did you like the attention he was giving you?”

“No. I didn’t.”

“Good.”

The ice in the room seemed to melt. The beast however, didn’t move from where he had her pressed into the counter.

“I bought a dress for you.”

“Really? When?”

“At the market. I’d like you to try it on.” He stepped back. She nodded. “I can go do that now.”

Belle started walking up to her room, glancing back to see the beast following her. She faced forward, thoughts racing. She entered her room and didn’t close it, knowing the beast would just invite himself in anyway.

Just as she predicted, he stepped inside and closed the door.

She let out a quiet sigh until her eye caught the soft blue dress he’d gotten her. A sun dress with a white collar and a pretty flower pattern towards the bottom. She stepped closer and pinched the fabric between her fingers. Thin and stretchy. Perfect for a sunny day in the garden.

Belle was lost in her thoughts until an impatient sigh reminded her of what she was meant to be doing. With a nervous shake in her hands, she began to undo her dress. She reached behind her back to unzip the dress, and then untie the strings. She held the front of the dress before slowly letting it pool around her ankle. Belle pushed the dress aside with her foot and began reaching for the new dress when the Beast stopped her.

“Without anything underneath.” He said gruffly. “The woman at the shop said it is meant to be worn without a corset or crinoline.”

Belle glanced down at the layers she wore before nodding. “Alright then.” She reached for the brace behind her, starting to unhook all the clamps. The moment she had the bust off, she felt like she could breathe again. She didn’t dare look look back at the beast while her hands moved to take off the crioline and the skirt. She stood in just her shorts, waiting for the beast to say something, but nothing came. Belle reached for the dress and tugged it on, feeling the soft fabric on her skin.

The familiar sound of the beasts footsteps approached, and she felt two large hands trace her spine.

“...you look good in this dress..” He said quietly. His voice so close to her ear sent a shiver down her spine.

“You have good taste.” She replied, trying to keep her cool. The beast let out a chuckle. “I was looking at a green one before the shop keeper came to help me.”

“Green? I wouldn’t have minded green.”

“Lime green.”

“Oh god.” She couldn’t help it, she laughed. For someone who dressed in suits every other day, he didn’t have the best taste when it came to dresses.

“I’ll have to accompany you whenever you go shopping, lest I end up looking like some kind of fruit.”

There was a sudden warmth on her neck, and she realized the beast had kissed her. “Tomorrow then. We can go into that town, and you can pick out a new dress.” His hand dipped between the open backing and caressed her side. “Is that… something you’d like?”

“I would enjoy that, yes.” She leaned back into him.

“Good, good.” He nipped at the crook of her neck and she gasped. The beast licked at the small mark, kissing it before moving closer to her neck and doing it again. His hands moved up to slip the dress of her shoulders, letting it fall to her ankles. He slowly brought his hands around her waist and up, stopping at her ribcage.

“Is this alright?” He asked her.

Belle paused and took a few calming breaths to regather her thoughts. After a moment, she nodded. “Don’t stop.”

His hands moved up to gently cup her chest, gently squeezing them. She let out a breathless sigh and closed her eyes, letting him feel her up. She liked the way his warm hands felt, wrapping around her waist and gently gliding across her skin. She liked the way he would nip at her, only to lick and kiss at the small mark. But what she liked the most, is when he couldn’t hold himself back anymore, and brought her over to the bed.

The beast, conscious of his massive size, was careful to not crush her. He was on his hands and knees, practically shaking with the effort it took to be gentle. Belle reached up and took his face in her hands.

“I won’t break.” She whispered to him. “You don’t have to be so careful.”

He stared at her, looking for any sign of deceit before sighing. “Alright. Just… stop me if I hurt you.”

“I will.”

Belle and beast made quick work of their clothes, leaving her a little nervous once she saw the size of the beast. He was fairly large, which shouldn’t have surprised her. He was massive compared to her.

“We don’t have to do this.” He whispered to her, once he saw the hesitation written on her face.

“No. No. I’d like to.” She said firmly.

The beast let out a sigh, “Alright. But we’re doing this my way.”

Before she could ask, he’d grabbed her by her legs and brought her closer. He moved her legs apart before positioning himself between them. He then closed her legs, groaning as he felt her soft flesh around his aching cock.

The beast slowly started to move his hips back and forth and she watched as his face seemed to contort in pleasure. She couldn’t help but feel the excitement bubbling up in her chest as he seemed to get more and more desperate.

Moments later he was moving her to lay on her stomach while he hovered above her. He growled into her ear, hands holding her hips still while he continued to thrust between her thighs.

“You’re mine.” He growled, his grip tightening around her hips. She let out a moan, grabbing onto the sheets, desperate for something to hold onto. Her eyelids fluttered and she pressed her face into the pillow to try and quiet herself. The beast didn’t like that, grabbing a fist full of hair and yanking it back, causing her to let out another moan.

“There’s no hiding from me, darling.” He rumbled. Deciding that it wasn’t enough, he pulled out from between her thighs and moved her onto her back.

“I need to be inside you.” He said, before pausing. Belle realized he was silently asking for permission, and she nodded. “Yes, please.” She whispered. The beast nodded and moved down until his face was between her legs.

“I’ve made such a mess. Allow me to clean it up.” His hands gently held her legs open while he began to lick up the remnants of his mess off of her inner thighs. Belle let out a quivering moan. He was so close. So close to where she wanted him, it was driving her mad. His long tongue made quick work of the mess, His teeth would occasionally come out to rake across her skin, leaving her tight with goosebumps.

“Beast, please.” She whined, reaching out to grab onto his head, her hand instead wrapping around his horn. She glanced down and reached her other hand out, firmly gripping his horns and bringing him to her dripping mound.

The moment his tongue moved out to lap at her, she let out a loud moan, her grip on his horns faltering. Belle swore she could almost feel him grinning.

“Beast-” She whined, tightening her grip as he started to lap at her with a sudden hunger. His tongue was large, covering her with one long stripe. And when he moved his tongue inside, she felt like she was on fire.

Just as she was starting to get used to the sensation, she felt something start to poke and prod at her entrance. Looking down, she saw his finger, teasing her before slipping in. She groaned, adjusting to thew size of his large finger. Not long after, he inserted a second. This time he waited, giving her more time to adjust before he slowly started to move his fingers in and out, doing his best to be gentle as he didn’t want to scratch her with his claws. She felt her heart pounding in her chest, her body trembling with every new sensation. Once he started to gently scissor her open, she felt herself start to relax into the motions.

His fingers stretched her, then slowly pumped back inside her. Then he’d stretch her, and pump into her. The motions grew relaxing, even when he inserted a third finger.

“Is the third really necessary?” She asked, not realizing how needy she was beginning to sound. Her face was red and flushed, lips swollen from stolen kisses and her biting down to keep quiet. She was already fallen apart, and the beast was nowhere near done with her.

"Impatient, are we?" The beast smiled, but humored her request, pulling his fingers out and rising up to his knees to show her his size. She swallowed nervously.

"Nervous?" He asked her.

"A little."

"I'll be gentle." The beast said as he moved above her, capturing her lips in a gentle kiss. Belle smiled into the kiss, leaning back on the bed and wrapping her arms around his neck, barely managing to lace her fingers together behind his large frame.

She felt him at her enterance, feeling immensely grateful that he had taken the time to properly stretch her once she felt the size of the tip. She took a deep breath as he pushed his cock in. She let out a groan, feeling the stretch of her walls. The beast paused, waiting for her go ahead before pushing in all the way.

Tears brimmed Belle's eyes, and she held him tight, waiting for the pain to fade away. He was massive, stretching her beyond any toy she'd ever used on herself before.

"Okay...Okay. You can move." She mumbled.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

The beast let out a sigh and slowly started moving, watching her face with the intensity of a thousand suns. She's grimace every now and then, but soon the pain gave way to pleasure and she found herself digging her nails into the beast's furry back.

The beast picked up the speed, swallowing her moans with a kiss. Belle eagerly kissed back, pulling him as close as she could.

Her entire body was brimming with pleasure, she hardly registered the rough thrusts that would more than likely bruise her cervix. She could barely even register the murmuered words of beast, begging her to let him breed her, begging to fill her up until she was overflowing.

Any words she wanted to say were ripped from her throat as he suddenly pounded into her, pinning her shoulders down to the bed with his hands.

"You feel so damn good," He growled. "Split open on my cock."

She could only moan in response, nails scratching the expanse of his back as she struggled to stabilize herself.

"I'm going to fill you up, and if you spill anything I'm going to make you clean it up."

The beast's thrusts grew sloppy and just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, he came inside her. Her insides were filled with a hot fluid, coating every inch of her before spilling out.

"Don't pull out." She whispered, pulling him down to lay on top of her. "Just... stay."

He nodded absentmindedly, carefully adjusting his weight so he wasn't crushing her.

"Mm... we can go to the market tomorrow afternoon." He said, feeling like he wanted to take a nap and not wake up until late the next day.

"I can't exactly feel my legs."

"...ah. That could pose a problem."

"Maybe the day after?"

"I'm free all week."

[dogboygirl]

ok so pocket camp has these little loading screen cards with tidbits about the characters, right. and they have the character's names at the end, right?

but for some reason gaston's just says "furry"? 😭 it's always something with this guy i swear

[annabelle-creart]

Disney, True Heroes Au. Shenanigans, part 1

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*On a star-shaped island, between the tiny soil roads, a round shaped table was present, made of wood and marmble and containing the map of the world the owners of the chairs protect. There, a woman waited, of round shape and short white hair with purple skin. Another woman, with a big coat of white and black color, approached from behind, with large nails and evil smile, she came close and-*

Ursula: GOT YA!

*Ursula took the woman from her waist with one tentacle and lifted her up*

Cruella: WAIT WAIT WAIT- I WAS JUST KIDDING!!

Ursula: HAHA! Why made you think you would scare me? I am the Lady of the Oceans and Seas, Nobody can scare me-

*But a roar from aside Ursula, made her jump from her seat and fall to the floor, releasing Cruella by accident*

Cruella: The Lady of the Oceans and Sea can't be scared, eh? What do you think about that affirmation, Scar?

Scar: Kind of arrogant, but brave thought, nonetheless I assume that information isn't true

*Both man and woman started to laugh loud as a thunder*

Ursula: Haha, you're sooooo funny

Cruella: Oh, don't use sarcasm with me, dear! I invented sarcasm

--: Correction

*A column of flames from the other side of the table interrupted the trio*

Grimhilde: I invented it, you just use it on your favor against my permission

Cruella: Since when do I have to ask permission, Quennie?

Ursula: Hello there, Grimmy-Grimm

Scar: Greetings, majesty

Grimhilde: Talking about kings, where are the rest? Is it too early?

Scar: It is, indeed, but Cruella and I wanted to give Ursula a little surprise

Ursula: Little you say?

Grimhilde: Oh, you two act like a pair of kids, I'm pretty sure not even yours do that

Cruella: I don't have kids

Scar: Mine are too young yet, they need to learn to be funny while they can

Cruella: Is your wife actually okay with that?

Scar: Who do you think had the idea of Zazu's false surprise birthday

Ursula: It was Zira? I thought it was you!

Scar: I couldn't stand the idea of my wife being took as the joker one, nobody would take her seriously

Ursula: Pff- I bet you did because you couldn't stand the fact she's better prankster than you

Cruella: PFF HAHAHAHAHAHA!

Grimhilde: Ursula, stop! You're hurting his feelings

*Notice the Queen's sarcasm*

Scar: Oh, Grimhilde, I can always count on you...

*A strong wind interrupted the friends, accompained with a big thud of claws against the dirty ground*

Cruella: Mali!!! Honey!!!

Maleficient: Cruella! You came early!

Cruella: Of course I came! Come here, dear!

*A muscular man fell on his feet to the ground with presition, then, the dragon transformed again in fairy*

Gaston: Guys, I have the biggest thing to tell, and I need you to help me get Mal convinced!

Maleficient: there you go again... is this cotton on your coat?

Cruella: Yes! Remember the cotton Scar gave me for birthday? I was in the mood of a beautiful coat and made it myself

Maleficient: The furry texture is so smooth I could sleep here!

Cruella: I'm sorry, you were supposed to test it before but my dogs already tested it when I was distracted. But sit! Now I'm curious why Gaston is so interested into something

Maleficient: please, don't. It is something I still don't want to share

Gaston: Come on! Hades is not even here yet! And this will stay only between us! Right?

Grimhilde: you know I'm like a tumbstone, but I'm not a fan of secrets either

Scar: Gaston, don't make us pursuit gossip, today's reunion is important, I don't think Magnifico called us for nothing

Gaston: Come on! Mali! Is actually a good thing

Maleficient: mmm... fine

Gaston: Try to guess who came from North when usually comes from Southest!

Scar: ...

Ursula: What's your point?

Cruella: honey, is that make up?

Maleficient: ...yes

Cruella: But you never use make up for these reunions! And you don't come from your house, right?

Cruella: wait! Were you into something and didn't told me?

Maleficient: don't take it personal, Cruella. I actually didn't told anyone

Scar: Not even your daughters know?

Maleficient: no... Cruella, do you remember that curious man in that travel Grimhilde invite us?

Grimhilde: The coffee man? The one of the cappuccino that ended up being a big, powerful gargoyle? What with him?

Maleficient: ...he invited me on a date

Cruella: NO!

Maleficient: yes

Scar: Wait- really? Like a REAL date?

Maleficient: yes

Cruella: AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Grimhilde: Did you like him? Was he a gentleman?

Scar: Who would say! Maleficient, Protector of Fairies and nature, on a date!

Gaston: I told you you could tell us!

Maleficient: But please! Don´t tell anyone! Specially Hades

Cruella: Don´t worry! Your secret is secure with us!

Ursula: I dare to say Mal doesn´t know about this yet

Cruella: We will be EXTREMELY careful! Oh, honey, you did it!

*But Cruella was interrupted by a bunch of sand that fell near the table, a pair of men now were at the floor with sand even on their ears*

Cruella: the heck?

Facilier: PFF *cough* By damn... ahg. I'll do the spell next time-

Jafar: NO YOU WILL NOT! Last time Hades had to get us out of hell!

Facilier: THAT'S WAY BETTER THAN EATING SAND!

Jafar: I WANT YOU TO ASK HADES TO GO TO HELL WITH HIM AND COME BACK BY YOUR OWN!

Scar: Jeez- ladies, slow that temper level, we don't want another magical duel

Gaston: were you two on Arabia?

Facilier: *cough* no. This stupid thought it would be funny to have a short travel through the desert

Jafar: It was fun until this idiot thought it was a good idea to "take a panoramic route"

Maleficient: Basically, you got lost

F&J: yeah...

Gaston: weren't you friends?

Facilier: we are

*He said while the two friends sat on their respective chairs at the table, Facilier almost lying down on it with both feet at the table while Jafar put his bag and his cobra-headed staff aside the chair, both tired and maybe dizzy*

Facilier: but it is my sacred duty as best friend to tell my best friend he's stupid when he is

Jafar: Facilier, don't start with that. I think I got a headache

Facilier: how not? That teleportation spell almost kill us!

--: Someone said...

Scar: There goes the drama queen!

Facilier: The blue flames weren't neccessary! I'm burning!

Hades: Kill of fun?

All: ...

Ursula: with That humour do you want your daughter to like you?

Hades: yeah, yeah, I understood, you don't like my humour, is too old for you, oh! Youngs at these times don't understand the true essence of comedy!

Grimhilde: Hades, please, your sarcasm is so overacted that makes sarcasm itself boring

Hades: thanks. So, how are my besties? Eh?

Jafar: we are not friends

Facilier: I actually like you, but your humour still needs lots of polish

Cruella: lots? He needs the entire industrial process!

Gaston: talking about industrial! Scar, do you remember that book you gave me for birthday?

Scar: you finally burned it?

Gaston: No, I read it. And I LOVED it!

Scar: did you actually read it?

Cruella: Did you ACTUALLY read it?

Ursula: no no, did YOU actually READ IT?

Gaston: Yes I did! I'm not ignorant! I just get bored easily

Claude, from behind Gaston: In that case I can start recommending you some good clasics

Gaston: Man! You're here! Come and give me a hug, granpa!

Grimhilde: Frollo, you came!

Facilier: yes! What happened with your undefined retirement?

Gaston: I'm sorry I couldn't go to the party, but things got kind of... how to describe it?

James: Twisted?

Gaston: HOOK! MY MAN! Wait- Claude, did you came on boat with Hook? How? You get dizzy so easily!

Claude: I have my methods

Ursula: Hook! Man!

James: Ursula! My fave mollusca!

*Between laughter, Ursula got up from her chair as Captain Hook came after her, suddenly, they took the other's hand and put themselves over the table, stopping with great strenght the other's arm, armwrestling*

Ursula: Ah! You DO remember our last encounter!

James: I'll make you wish you lost that time!

Ursula: I'll make you wish that crocodile ate your other hand!

Hades, sitting on his chair: ahg! Just kiss or kill already! This teasing game is starting to get boring!

Scar: Let them be! That's part of the romance

Gaston: Between all my reasons, that's why I never got married

Claude: Wasn't it because of certain lady?

Gaston: In part, but women are so complicated sometimes!

Cruella: Same thought

Gaston: Talking about women! How are Esme and Vivi?

Claude: Vivi still can't say a word but has lot of strenght, and her eyes are so curious, she has my son's eyes! And Esme is okay, tho' children are not easy deal

Maleficient: I'm thankful to hear that, but you should be with them now, what are you doing here?

Scar: yes! If I could I would be home right now, and of all, you're the first one to go because of that

Claude: I want. But I find quite intriguing and worrying why Magnifico called us all with no warning and out of schedule

Hades: That's right, he's not the type of improvisation

Cruella: But what could have been happening? All lands are on peace as I now

Facilier: All except these two *refering to Ursula and Hook*

Maleficient: By Earth. Ursula, Hook, you're acting like kids

Cruella, Gaston, Scar, Hades and Facilier: WRESTLE, WRESTLE, WRESTLE, WRESTLE!!!

Maleficient: I'm surrounded by kids, it seems

Claude: Nah, let them be, someday you will notice these are the things we will miss the most

Maleficient: Claude, I know you're just human and have your years, but don't talk like that! Is goosebumping

Claude: I'm just greeted, Maleficient. We will not have this forever, but yet I thank God because I am here

Maleficient: hm... you know, judge? You're right. I actually like these moments a lot, despite I'm surrounded by kids, hehe

*As a ray of light came to the ground and Iluminated the table, the wrestling duo made a look at each other as an re-schedule and sat on their places, same did Judge Frollo, Hades and Facilier were sitting properly now, while Cruella and Scar made sure the wind didn't messed up their hairs. From the brillaint light, one finally came*

*Magnifico, standing in front of his chair as everyone got up, started to count from his left*

Magnifico: Hades, God of the Dead. Dr. Facilier. Mage Jafar. Mother Queen Grimhilde. Judge Claude Frollo. Marine Captain James Hook. Lieutenant Gaston. Lady of the Ocean and Sea Ursula. Protector of Fairies Maleficient. Ambassador Cruella Sangrial. King Taka of the Sun Kingdom. And...

*Magnifico Stopped, looking at the now empty chair at his right, the chair that was supposed to use the Queen of Hearts, a sour recordatory of their mistakes of the past*

Cruella: She was a really angry woman... but she was also a good friend

Jafar: Is still hard to say we are thirteen reflections of kindness when there's only twelve of us

*Which was still hard for Jafar was that the piece of the glass she took as part of the oath to the thirteen was still incrusted on her chair, instead of her home as it was when she was alive, a deep memory of something he could change, but yet failed that horrific day*

Gaston: Magnifico. This melancholic behavior is expected, but you are not like this, not always, same your citation

Hades: yes, what's happening, old man?

Magnifico: ...

Magnifico: the Seven are back

*And as frozen and cold as the sad days of Arendalle, the table became pure silent*

Magnifico, moving his hand over the table to introduce a magical code that expanded the table's magical force field, which started to show the pictures Magnifico got out of a suitcase with papyruses and other things: there has been reports and other unexplicable things, but at Rosas we assume something is not fine. Ultimately, people at San Fransokio's prefecture and Rosas had been dissapearing, there's also at least three comfirmed stolen artifacts at the Monster world, and on the United Galactic Federation had also reported some homicides of their ones here at Earth. All followed by the same dynamic, no evidence at first and then big chaos-

Jafar: THEY ARE DEAD!

Facilier: Jafi?

Jafar: IRACEBETH DIED TO MAKE SURE THEY WOULDN'T GET OUT OF THEIR PRISONS!

Magnifico: Prisons, not deads. I got worried by all of this but didn't thought on the similarities

Maleficient: and what happened with Tartarus? Hades! They're supposed to be there!

Magnifico: I asked Hades to give me all Tartarus' jurisdiction and his silence about this long time ago, he didn't knew anything all this time. I knew something was off when no new or notification came to me yesterday at midnight. I don't know how but the guardian was shattered. In Ice

Cruella: Holy shit- you can't be serious! Right?!

Gaston: We need to start now then! We can't lose more time! In any moment they will search for Ariel!

Ursula: Ariel has a contract, any communication, hint or any kind of trick with the Seven will be punished, but they will go for the castle!

Gaston: And Genie?

Facilier: Aladdin and he ended up in really bad terms, and Jasmin's lamp is still on the Cave of Wonders- JASMIN'S LAMP!!

Cruella: Timon and Pumba- Scar?

Scar: we haven't found them yet-

Hades: Ish! That damned fat pig!

Scar: I'll activate the Hyena protocol

Ursula: We'll activate ALL protocols! And Magnifico, we know last time things got hard, but we MUST tell the people now! Any information will be useful!

Grimhilde: ENOUGH!

*And silence was made*

Grimhilde: We can't panic like this. First we need a plan, and then we'll activate any neccesarry protocol. Okay?

Magnifico: I'm so sorry...

Magnifico: It was my duty, and I didn't accomplished it. And now Asha and the others-

Claude: Magnifico. Stop blaming yourself. I understand your feelings, but right now we're on an emergency, and now more than ever we have to act, we already passed through this, and maybe is not the same, but we have ideas of how they will move, we still can do something

Grimhilde: Frollo is right. We, together, are still stronger than them, and is our duty to protect our people

Scar: ...you're right

Cruella: hmp, let's do this then. Again

Maleficient: you can always count with me

Gaston: And with me!

Ursula: and with me

Hades: Yes, again to action, wuju... but let's do this

James: I didn't missed any of this, but yes, count with me!

Facilier: I'm neither happy with this but we can do it! Right, Jafi?

Jafar: ...

Facilier: ...Jafar?

Jafar: I don't know-

Facilier: Hey! Jaf! This is hard, I get it, but people need us, they need us, the world need us! And needs you! Man, I know that day still hurts, but we are protectors, that's our job, let's not make her death be in vain, okay?

Jafar: ...fine

Facilier: That's the Jafi I know!

Magnifico: In that case. Welcome again, Reflections...

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Deathmetalunicorn1 I’m not sure if you got into Twisted Wonderland yet, so I made this list to show you who each character is based off of (Only their names and the character/item their based off of to not spoil anything) as well as the name of their Dorms

Their’s 7 Dorms in the game, plus an extra one for you as the player and I’m adding in the Faculty too, but I will give a little funny description of what each dorm is like

🌹Heartslabyul Dorm (DiD yOu JuSt BrEaK a RuLe?!?!)🌹

Riddle Rosehearts - Based off the Queen of Hearts

Trey Clover - Based off the Clover Card Soldier

Cater Diamond - Based off the Diamond Card Soldier

Deuce Spade - Based off the Spade Card Soldier

Ace Trappola - Based off the Heart Card Soldier

🦁Savanaclaw Dorm (Athletic Furries)🦁

Leona Kingscholar - Based off Scar

Ruggie Bucchi - Based off then Hyenas

Jack Howl - Based off the Big Bad Wolf

🪸Octavinelle Dorm (Fish Mafia) 🪸

Azul Ashengrotto - Based off Ursula

Jade Leech - Based off Flotsam

Floyd Leech - Based off Jetsam

🏜️Scarabia Dorm (Why is everything so SPICY?!) 🏜️

Kalim Al-Asim - Based off the Sultan

Jamil Viper - Based off Jafar

🍎Pomefiore Dorm (🎭✨Theater Kids/Fancy Bois✨🎭)🍎

Vil Schoenheit - Based off the Evil Queen

Rook Hunt - Based off the Hunter

Epel Felmier - Based off the Poison Apple

💀Ignihyde Dorm (NERRRDS!!)💀

Idia Shroud - Based off Hades

Ortho Shroud - Based off Souls

🐉Diasomnia Dorm (Ye old Chaos)🐉

Malleus Draconia - Based off Maleficent

Lilia Vanrouge - Based off one of Maleficent’s Servants

Silver - Based off the Sword

Sebek - Based off Maleficent’s Lightning

Faculty

🏚️Ramshackle🏚️

Grim - Based off is unknown

Yuu(You) - Based off you who plays the game

🏫 Faculty 🏫

Headmaster: Dire Crowley - Based off is Unknown

Teacher: Divus Crewel - Based off Cruella

Teacher: Mozus Trein - Based off the Evil Stepmother

Teacher: Ashton Vargas - Based off Gaston

Other: Sam - Based off Dr. Facilier

Bonus: Which Dorm do you think fits you/is the most interesting to you?

I have not gotten into it other than looking up characters, but I am getting more and more interested in it, as I see so many people posting about this series.

My personal favorite is Divus Crewel, only because I adore Cruella <3 and personally I would be with the theatre kids, that's basically what I was when I was in school :p

[soupdrinkinglincoln]

Okay I’m just back from a local stage production of Beauty and the Beast and I’ve already said all the normal ‘wow that was so good’ stuff on Instagram so here’s the Tumblr Cut.

- Straight out the gate I can’t take any of this seriously because I’m watching a stage production and ‘Bonjour’ is playing and all I can think is ‘Fuck you Jafar!’

- From the top of the play as soon as Gaston was introduced I could see exactly why every woman in town wanted to fuck him dude was like 6’4 and absolutely killing it in terms of looks (it would seem like I fell for the Tumblr vice of ‘oh he’s super morally black but he’s kinda’) but as the play went on and he became super killy and adultery and shit he kinda lost all appeal which ironically I’m pretty sure was Lefou’s exact character arc in the live action version (which this was better than in 90% of aspects I’d say)

- Speaking of Lefou no notes, insane punchbag chaotic bisexual all throughout.

- Oh yeah and they actually entirely acknowledged with Gaston that he fully planned on boning every other woman in town whilst married to Belle so yeah definitely the first red flag there

- Gaston (the song) had a long interim and GOOD GOD BELLE WHAT DO YOU MEAN THIS IS A SMALL PROVINCIAL TOWN EVERY WOMAN EXCEPT YOU IS DOUBLE FISTING PINTS! EGGS ARE TWENTY QUID A DOZEN BUT WHISKEY RUNS LIKE RAINWATER APPARENTLY!

- Act 2 began with Belle being attacked in the woods by a pack of savage furries which was just absolutely great

- Not actually mentioning the Beast much he was just pretty good throughout most of my notes are with Jimmy Congratulations and the village people tbh

- When Gaston was rallying his troops the baker was amongst them. He brought a seventy year old man wielding a rolling pin in rage with him to kill Michael Myers’ fursona

- They completely skipped the furniture fight scene which was my only big disappointment. LET THE WARDROBE KILL A MAN!

- Speaking of the furniture they had what looked to be an eight year old boy screwed into a cabinet with a cup hat and wheeled around like Hannibal Lecter for the whole performance

- It was also implied that whilst Lumiere and Babette were still romantically involved they may also each have a harem and a reverse harem respectively?????

- Ofc Beastie Boy lost every single DILF feature he’d built up including the beard when he became human (YES I KNOW YOU’RE 21 BUT I’M 19 AND PEOPLE ALREADY GIVE ME THE ‘DILF’ LABEL IT’S NOT THAT HARD GET A BEARD MAN)

And that was it! A touching story that reminds us all that it is possible to find love, even if you’re French. Through my own self dedication and careful rationing I managed to make a packet of Randoms and a bottle of sparkling water last me the whole show, and it was generally Really Good. In Tumblr ratings I’d give it 15k notes because of the capabilities it has for old man yaoi which everyone here seems to adore.

[transguygardner]

Into the GuyLoboVerse: Day Five

Earth 1756: The Bastard and the Beast

GUY GARDNER, former governess, former bartender, is now on the run. The freedom he’s found with his new name and new mode of dress is being shackled with a summons to the GREEN LANTERN CORPS. GUY has no desire to serve the KINGS of OA and flees. When his horse loses its way, GUY ends up at just the kind of old castle he’s trying to avoid. But the run down castle seems to be empty, though it’s halls have evidence that a BEAST once occupied it. Surely it is long gone by now. Right?

Authors notes:

Guy’s look is bascially just a green version of Prince Derrick from The Swan Princess while Lobo is just a Lobofied version of the Beast from Disney’s Beauty and the Beast. Lobo’s horns are specifically supposed to be ram-like. Does Lobo have the furry foot/leg shape? Sometimes lol

Why not use Gaston’s look for Guy? Because I think he looks like a dweeb and The Swan Princess was my favorite princess movie as a kid. Also the thigh high boots.

The concept here is that Guy is dodging the draft and ends up at Lobo’s castle. For a while Guy is like fixing up a corner of the castle to live in. The grounds have enough fruit growing on them still that Guy is able to live off that while he waits for some snare traps he set to get some of the wildlife that hangs about. Lobo gets caught in one of these.

There’s no staff trapped as household items. The staff left decades ago. The rose has already lost it’s final petal. The curse that needs to be broken is not Lobo’s.

When you are summoned by the Kings of Oa, you receive an emerald ring. A magical emerald ring. You can’t get rid of it but you can try to hid it and you can try to outrun the call. But the Emerald Knights will find you.

Here’s some other art for this AU. Concept marker sketches, a digital version and a digital piece I did a while ago.

[adrianasunderworld]

In twisted princess au

How to does belle feel about visual novels?

Belle: *flashbacks to Gaston asking why the book doesn't have pictures*

But once someone, probably Idia, explains to her what a visual novel is, I can see her being curious. Belle to me isn't a reading snob, if the writing is good and highly recommended, why not give it a shot? idia is talking up his favorite ones, and the art looks very nice, sure!

Belle I don't think would be a huge visual novel person, but I can see her being a casual fan, you know? If she gets a good recommendation, she'll try it, she's got a couple fun games on her phone. She's still dipping her toes into the water, so to speak. I feel like she would really like the ones that have a ton of endings where your choices matter a lot to tell a very engaging story. Because that's a part of why Belle reads, it's escapism in a way. She lived in this small town with no friends, and read to imagine all these grand adventures, so I think a good visual novel would really pull her in for that exact reason. It's a new and engaging way to read for her.

Also imagine her playing Dating Sim visual novels.

Belle: Oooh, I like this character.

Idia: The guy with cat ears?

Belle: Yes, i love his design and his whole backstory is fascinating, I can't wait to read the next chapter.

Idia: Uh huh. Is there a reason every one of your favorites in the games I show you are are the monsters and furries?

Belle: .....noooo...