#qoh!reader

[twistedoverbloat]

Hmm... If the grate seven posses Yuu body would that mean that Yuu might have some form of features appears on their physical body?

Like for Malifecent they have tinny horns in their head and glowish green eyes, or with Scar is having claws and much thicker hair to look like a lions main

OOOO YES OMG-

Maleficent: when she takes over the body Yuu gets taller. They also get her dark aura that even the Fae know that they are more powerful and a staff shows up in their hand. Her crow Flys down on her staff as Yuu chuckles darkly at the cowering faces of everyone. Also the outfit turns into a longer robe Yuu wore in the entrance ceremony. But yes small Horns did should up but they can grow by how long Maleficent is in control. She is the strongest of all 7 so it takes a toll on Yuu more. But she makes it up by helping her use Dark magic that even Lilia dosen't know. I think an unique magic for them can be called The dark slumbering nest. "Come here child and rest, don't you worry you did your best now come to the Dark slumbering nest." This makes whoever they told it too to knock out and go into a ball of thorns that even Malleus can't go into or break.

Scar: Yes they ened up with Fangs and a longer hair representing a mane showing how they even tho are 'weak haven't lost a fight, and dosen't plan on ever. Scar makes them more cunning, tells them of plans that are sure to win. He even helps them show people their words are a matter of pride. Even Leona listened to them when they talk. When they do planning 3 hyenas show up to help assist their boss. Also the outfit is causal but also shows that they are of Royal and is ment to be respected. The unique magic can be called King of All where who ever hears the encounter is to obey their every word. "I am worthy! I am the king! Now Neal before me! King of All!"

Ursula: With her Yuu can make tentacles appear to help with poisons and contracts they make. Their hair turns white like her's and her two eels show up around them as if they are underwater. During book 3 Azul isn't able to make a deal because Ursula's magic canceled it out and the Tweels magic dosen't work on them. Instead Yuu ended up make a deal wit Azul and if they won they get his voice for a week to each that little boy a lesson. Ursula's words. Their outfit is a sleek black dress that at the bottom curls into 8 tentacles that are fully commanded by Yuu. The unique magic is called Deal with the Witch. Where unless what ever Yuu made in the contract is done you will forever be debated to them. "I'll make you a deal! Don't worry it's a steal! Now come here and I'll make it real! Deal with the Witch!"

Queen of hearts: When she takes over Yuu is able to command everyone. Just like how the Queen was able to command the card guards. When she Yells off with their head an axe will appear for her to chop it if a gaurd is too slow with it. The head does come off but the person is still alive and the head can't be put back on until the Queen lifted her order. They also get a simular dress as the Queen. A white rabbit shows up sometimes to help them. They can do a special move called Order in my Court, because since the Queen made rules to keep saneness in her kingdom she is the absolute rule of the land. Yuu used this when the Ceremony was in chaos the Queen snapped in action and yelled "I am the rule I am the Queen and for all You will listen to me! ORDER IN MY COURT!"

The Beautiful Queen: When she takes over she also helps with spells but even Ursula has to admit she's better at potions and poisonings. The outfit is a long dark purple robe showing nobility and a crow to show they are a Royal. A Mirror is shown behind them to Whisper the secrets of the person they are going against. She helps come up with plans too with scar and Jafar. Her unique magic could be See me as a friend. Hello my dear! And come here, for I am not mean or bad! Now come here see me as a friend. When they cast this they are seen as innocent and fake memories are planted into the victims head to show they are truly there for them. And when the person turns their back they poison them.

Jafar: when he takes control he also makes Yuu grow taller and mincing. They are a very good person to persuade anyone even Crowley didn't know that he actually agreed to whatever Yuu said. Jafar only comes out if Yuu really needs to get Yuu of a sticky situation. And even so Jafar dosent use this too much helping Yuu and giving tips on how to do it themselves. The outfit turns into a deep red robe that trails the floor a little and a staff appears too. A semi tall hat is on their head and a parrot is shown on their shoulder. I think the unique magic would be As I Wish. I am not genie, for I am wise! Now let me make your demise and so! As I Wish! This makes any small or good Wish come true for them. Like oh I wish for a whatever that would help the situation but every time they use it they only get 3. And they have to wait a week for it to come back. So hey don't use it until they HAVE too.

Hades: he also makes Yuu tall but they end up with fire hair and VERY sassy. They can also control any fire if they wished. Hades outfit makes them wear a dark toga that complements them with a dark crown that shows they are Royal in the Underworld. They are able to summon Pain and Panic to go torment students that got on their bad side. Also Cerburus can be summoned by them! But mostly for pats and stuff unless someone fucked up and and they him to eat their soul-They can also see how long every boy lives for since when they want to know something about someone a piece of paper shows up and shows them all their good and wrong doings. The unique magic could be Raise the Dead! I am the ruler. I am the Saint. Now come and be my bait! Rise the Dead! Idk about this one but I'm running out out idea's- so this one is where they could basically raise the dead but it makes all the ghosts go to their human forms again. When Yuu was the one to show off on Halloween they did their unique magic and made it the best Halloween EVER!

But yeah this Au is like brain rot for me-

#great 7 yuu #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland yuu #QoH Yuu: OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!! #Maleficent Yuu: Please for the love of Chenabog shut up. #Hades Yuu: Why not kill the little sucker? #BQ Yuu: *scoff* You look so raggedy go change! #Jafar Yuu: Im surounded by Idiots! #Scar Yuu: My words mean Pride! #Ursula Yuu: Yoy see i could hekp if yoy made a tiny winy contract with me!

[ruinaimagines]

Ok so i've always loved to read this blog and i'm really happy that requests are open again so, can you do Queen of Hatred with a transfemme employee/librarian who wants to be a magical girl like her? (y'know, fighting evil in a pretty dress and stuff) or White Lake with a transfemme employee who's a fan of the princess aesthetic and frilly dresses

Ohh absolutely! Especially in recent times all I have wished to do is look pretty and kick ass. 

Queen of Hatred w/ Transfemme Employee/Librarian Headcanons:

She constantly looks forward to seeing you visit because it gives her an opportunity to talk about the stories she’s collected along the way while being a magical girl.

She’s very dramatic when she describes them in the way that it sets a perfect mental scene. Uses her hands a lot and will pose and completely recreate the scenario. It’s like your own personal movie.

When you say you want to be a magical girl like her a look of appreciation comes across her face. The idea that she’s influenced you so much to the point that in a way, you look up to her and want to do what she does is just such a warm feeling. It brings her back to when she would train with her sisters and look up to them. 

There are literal stars in her eyes (no, that is not an exaggeration) as she hugs you. She is absolutely willing to teach you, and she is ready to be the greatest teacher possible.

Now if you’re a magical girl you of course need your signature outfit. I can see her encouraging you to bring some paper and pencils to sketch out the general idea of what you’re thinking.

Something you will come to find is that she’s extremely excited to give suggestions and because of this will sometimes get lost naming off concepts and ideas that aren’t what you’re particularly looking for. She won’t be offended if you pull her back to one style though. She just really likes the design process.

I imagine she’s actually amazing at sewing and stitching things together herself. After all, when you’re at hard work protecting people all day your skirt may happen to get a couple tears. Fear not! With some needle and thread it will be fixed in no time.

It becomes a fun experience for you two. If this is in the time of Lobotomy Corp, I imagine that this would help preoccupy her mind and help ease any growing anxiety build up she has.

Do not forget about your magical girl title! That is an extremely important part. After all, what catchy title is the city supposed to know you as? She’ll help you test out and get a feel for what you like most and is very patient.

The Queen of Hatred is very insecure about feeling that she has no use anymore, and when she is unable to help in one way or another it makes her antsy. Activities like this though let her aid you, and plus they’re fun and time spent with someone she enjoys the company of.

Whenever she gets the opportunity to suppress other abnormalities you can be sure she’ll drag you along. It counts as your ‘training’. This only applies to the threats that she thinks you can handle. She doesn’t want you to risk getting gravely injured because of a poor miscalculation on her part.

If you are a librarian, training methods would likely be different. Abnormalities inhabit environments that are the most ideal for them, likely a reflection of their own mental state or one they were created from, so I imagine that QoH’s floor is much like the home she speaks of protecting.

If it is, then that means there are a variety of villains shambling about, waiting to be defeated in the name of justice. It is then that in true magical girl style you can defeat evil.

You will gain an even bigger respect for her once you realize just how difficult fighting in a dress is. Is it worth it? Yes. It absolutely is.

Not a really strict teacher. If anything, she just feels like a friend showing you the ropes. Wants the experience to be as enjoyable as you think it is, and is happy to share the gloriful feeling of saving the innocent with you. Very much teaches through positive reinforcement, but sometimes she can have a hard time telling you things you may need practice on due to this.

She thinks a lot about her sisters and wishes that she could tell them about you and how far you’ve come. While she may not explicitly say this, you can tell by how much she speaks of them and how she wants you to meet.

The Queen of Hatred is rather ambitious and holds high standards for herself. Because of this, when these standards are questioned, she can get overwhelmed quite easily.

In prior times she really had no one to lean on. There were her sisters, yes, but they all had their own work to tend to and she didn’t want to be a burden. Unfortunately, there really were no others who could relate to her situation and help talk some reason into her.

Having you around really makes a difference! Talking about your experiences and feelings at the end of the day and enjoying some pastries is vital to remaining in a healthy state. While you may not suddenly understand everything, you still can relate to her in many ways the average person can not.

Ultimately she is incredibly supportive of whatever your goals are. She very much believes that anyone can be anything if they work hard towards it, so even when you’re getting second thoughts she will lift you up. You two are there for eachother like that.

#library of ruina #lor #lobotomy corporation #lobotomy corp #lobcorp #project moon #projmoon #headcanons #library of ruina headcanons #lor headcanons #hcs #lobotomy corporation hcs #lobotomy corp hcs #platonic #x reader #the queen of hatred #QoH #library of ruina the queen of hatred #lobotomy corporation the queen of hatred #the queen of hatred headcanons #qoh headcanons #library of ruina x reader #lor x reader #lobotomy corporation x reader #lobotomy corp x reader

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

How would 7 parents react to Yuu having a nightmare about something bad happening to them (them as in the parents)?

Great 7: Nightmares

I read so much wiki lore, please look at Evil queen's wiki and see how much wasted potential she had along with how down bad the animators were for her. I was listening to the musical of The Scarlet Pumpernickel and it gave inspiration for Qoh. A majority of these are from a mix of the live-action and animated movies along with video games, Starkid's Twisted (for scar and Ursula), and PattyCake.

Reader is GN however in QoH Part it is mentioned that some refer to you as "Madame/Lord/Liege" interchangeably and occasionally wears dresses as I believe gender norms are very different in the Hearts Kingdom given… Everything… other than that there's no description for Yuu. This is an AU where the Great 7 are in Yuu's head and are Yuu’s parents.

Jafar

You woke up in complete darkness, with no way at all to see what was in front of you. The strange floor you lay on was made of an uncomfortable metal that dug into you. The scent of damp brass hung heavy in the air, violating your nose. Just where the hell were you?

Attempting to sit up you felt your head press into a wall, not even an inch above where you rose from. Ow, okay perhaps it's just a low ceiling. A very low ceiling. Spreading your arms or legs, or rather attempting to, makes you realize you had no room to work with. No matter how many ways you push and bend your limbs, the walls refuse to budge. Arching your back made your ribs and stomach feel the damp, cool brass above you.

You started to panic in the pitch-black 'room' if you dared to even call it that. You kicked your legs as much as you could and struggled. The walls seemed to get lower and lower. You couldn't even turn your body or move your arms from your sides at some point. The metal walls made your labored and panicked breaths echo in the box you were in. The dark place so quiet you could only hear your own heartbeat and the deep breaths you took.

You couldn't move, you couldn't see. You couldn't even scream without it echoing back at you. The metal scent is all there was. Scent so strong you can practically taste it. The metal wall above your face was mildly damp from your breathing. You can't even see yourself. In that moment you knew you were trapped. You could never get out. You were all alone and stuck in here forever. It was only you and the mildly damp brass holding you down in place. 

Tears started to form as you realized your fate of either losing it or starving here in this brass prison. You let out a gut-wrenching scream that cuts off once you open your eyes. You can see. Looking around you realized you were in the rickety old bed at Ramshackle, Grim softly snoring right next to you.

You sat up in a cold sweat and slipped out of bed, making your way to the bathroom. Some cold water will cool you off. 'Child, what are you doing up?' You heard some of the seven speak. 'Oh, poor thing had a nightmare.' 'It's okay we're here.' 'Staying up too late is bad for you, get back to sleep' all their voices melded together to where you can barely tell who was who. One voice stood out amongst them.

'This may have been my fault.' Jafar? You scrubbed your face with cold water and took in a few breaths. 'I think some of my memories may have bled into your dreams, diamond.' "Memories?" You voice a whisper as you ground yourself. It was quiet for a moment? And you can feel Jafar stare solemnly in the distance. 'Of my defeat.'

"When you were sealed away…" your voice trailed off. Jafar, or rather Iago, mentioned that. Sealed way by a Djinn in an oil lamp. Was that it? Jafar, the illusion of him, glanced over at you. Sharing a mind with them was a blessing at times. 'Yes, that was it. That was the damned lamp I was sealed into' you hear him curse about a damned street rat for a moment before sighing. 

'I honestly thought I was going to go mad…' You frowned, recalling the feeling. Stuck in the world's smallest prison in the pitch black. Nothing but yourself unable to move an inch. For years. 'I'm sorry you had to see that, but thankfully, that reality is no more now. At least like this, I have a little freedom.' You smile a bit and nod. It never occurred to you just how awful Jafar's fate was. You took in another breath, "I'll free you all one day, I promise." 'That can wait until later, go back to bed.' You couldn't tell who that was actually, Jafar or maybe even Scar, annoyed from being awakened. You chuckle a bit then nodded. 

Jafar was no longer suffering. And you promise to find all of your family a happily ever after. One step at a time though, and it was time to go to sleep. At least now the feeling of Jafar brushing your hair out of your face as you drift off puts you at ease.

Mary Elizabeth Hearts (Queen of Hearts) 

Alice. Wonderland's resident troublemaker. Always sticking her nose into places it doesn't belong. Disrupting the delicately organized chaos that creates harmony in this world. That damned brat. This is all her fault.

Wonderland is a place of carefully constructed chaos that has its own set of rules. An outlander like her could never understand. What may be seen as mindless violence to one, is a necessary balance to the other. That is what your mother, Mary Elizabeth Hearts has taught you ever since you were a child. Her many wacky and mundane rules held up the very principles that the kingdom depends on. Every single rule has its purpose.

To many outside the kingdom Mary, the Queen of Hearts was a cruel and intimidating figure. To those in the kingdom, however, she was their idol, their upholder of laws. And to you, she was your beloved mother. What people failed to realize is how happy the kingdom was. With every beheading came a celebration and with every day came a new story. 

Your mother's rules were poetry, the foundation on which millions of citizens relied on, and you did your damned best to uphold those rules. You were the crown child of the queen. The lord everyone bowed to. The liege everyone sang tales of. The Madame that everyone longed for and adored. The guillotine that enforced your mother's orders, beheading all those who opposed her. The civilians would idolize your blade work, and the servants would immediately get you a new change of dress or suit whenever a drop of blood stained it.

Yet despite this all, people were happy, so why? Why must she have done this? You looked over the dilapidated kingdom. From when Alice fled and brought back an army. Little did she know what "freeing" your people would do. The disrupted balance of the land ruined the lives of millions all because of her– and your mother. How could she?

Donning your mother's tattered dress and crown, you retrieved her royal battleaxe, ready to show the world just who this Madame Guillotine was. Just what His Royal Executioner could do. You would restore your kingdom. Wiping the dirt and tears off your face, you charged into the battlefield. A feeling of a hot iron piercing through you is what startles you awake. 

"Little Crown? Rose? Are you alright?!" You felt the Queen shake you as much as she could as a ghost, her voice laced with concern. "Sweetheart, are you alright?" Your eyes shot wide as you looked over at her. Your shock faded as you hugged the ghost in front of you.

"You're here and you're alive… I had a dream where… Alice…" The Queen cringes at the mention of her. "There there, my little crown, I am with you. Alice isn't anywhere near us…" you hear your mother mutter under her breath. You focused on her embrace and gentle touches. You swear to her, what you'll bring her back. You will bring all of them back.

Maleficent 

"No! Wait! Stop! Don't hurt her! Please, that's my mother, don't hurt her!" You pleaded, voice hoarse from crying out."Don't do this! Please! She never hurt anyone! Please!" You struggled against the magic chains that the king's soldiers held you in, the reinforced iron jingling as you struggled against it. Tears rolled down your face at the sight of your mother. Bound very much like you. Wings now stumps from the cruel king that stood in front of her.

The large jet-black dragon let out a few pitiful shrieks as the iron chains burned against her skin. The sickening smell of smoke and burnt flesh was nauseating. Your own chains didn't allow you to move at all. It sapped you of all your strength and you struggled to even keep your eyes open, you couldn't even imagine what your mother felt. 

The sight of your mother's beautiful wings that she once embraced you with being torn off would forever be burned into your memory. The beating wings flapped and struggled, attempting to reunite and attach to their owner before more guards came and chained them up. The delicate scaley leather burned against the iron chains, filling the air with an awful smoke. "No!" You screamed out. "Mother! Mom!"

You dropped the formalities as you began to sob, locking on to the dragon's sad eyes through her bindings. The king— the bastard that attempted to slay your mother years ago and failed, had returned. After years of slandering her kind and fear-mongering did he raise enough troops to slay her. His hand held a fine iron blade, sharpened to the finest point there is. First, it was her wings. Now it was gonna be her head. And next, it might be you.

"MOM!!" You shrieked out, managing to pick up enough momentum to escape the grip of your captors and run to her. There was no way you would have made it. As quickly as his arm rose, it fell, and you heard the sickening screech of a dying dragon crying out. Her body began to wither and dematerialize as you stayed down on the dirt where you fell earlier. All you could do was watch the light in her eyes fade away. "Mom…"

You nearly woke up with an agonized shriek at the back of your throat. Sitting up quickly and panting, you held your head in your hands. That stupid king. That stupid fucking king. You'll never forgive him. the stories your mother told you of him. Making her fall in love only to burn off her wings. "Child? What are you doing up so late?" You heard her voice and you breathed a sigh of relief.

"I had a dream that that king came back and hurt you again…" Maleficent was quiet as she approached, her clawed hand gently wiping away a tear. "Him…" She look off into the distance and sighed at the memory. "You do not need to worry about him. I could destroy him in an instant and reclaim my wings." The fae spoke in a calm yet gentle matter-of-fact way that stabilized you.

"Plus you have the other six of us here, not counting the familiars at least" Hades spoke in his usual velvety voice. "Familiars?!" Iago screeched, "I'll have you know‐" "Silence." Jafar interrupted. "Now is not the time.

"Moms? Dads? Can you teach me some more fighting techniques tomorrow? I want to get stronger. For all of us." A carefully manicured hand brushed through your hair and you felt a large furry body press against you, either Scar or one of the hyenas. "Oh, you're so cute" "What a sweet child." The sea witch and the hearts queen coo at you. Maleficent sighs at everyone's interruptions. "Of course. We never intended to have your talents go to waste, to begin with." It was much easier to sleep after that.

Queen Grimhilde (Evil Queen)

A queen will never be as powerful as the king. She is simply there to look pretty and proper. Eye candy for the men at meetings. A pretty woman can't also be intelligent either. You are either pretty and dumb or smart but ugly. If she were both, she'd simply be too powerful and intimidating for men.

Grimhilde saw it all. If you show your personality, you will be attacked for your looks. If you look pretty, they attack your personality. Vanity is insanity unless it pleases the people around you. It's the very first thing you learn as a young girl. 

Fine then. She will play the part of the dumb obedient Queen for now. No one saw the death of her husband coming. The king poisoned and fed to the panthers. No one suspected it was her, or what came next. One of the kingdom's finest rulers that held the world in a heavy hand, with you at her side. 

It's funny. You remembered when you first met her. She never wanted children and was upfront with how much she disliked being stuck with you. Now here she was, appointing you as her second in command and her future successor. Strict, yet caring, she teaches you everything she knows and then some.

Daily sword fights, magic practice, potion-making, and even politics. You always looked your best. Everything should have been perfect. So why? Why did it end up like this?

'Remember young seedling, no matter how brilliant your ideas are, there are those who won't listen. To some, your appearance is everything to them.' You remember that conversation. How solemn she was. How much she was held back and harassed into always looking perfect, to be the fairest of them all, because that was the only one her kingdom would listen to. After all, surely everyone would listen to the fairest of them all?

Snow White should have been your sister. Now she is nothing more than a crack that tears you apart. Everyone in the kingdom adores her so much. You were happy for her at first. But now, the Queen is no longer the fairest of them all, and thus she is to be ignored and overthrown. The new prettiest girl ever will be the one to rule based on appearance alone.

She had no talents or experience in ruling. Hell, you wouldn't even mind if she ruled instead of you in the future, you could have guided her as any other sibling would do. It doesn't sit right with you. People are rioting in the street for the new queen, and the princess does nothing to stop it. She's naive and ignorant of everything around her. Now here was mother being locked up, her appearance now is the form of a hag as her punishment for no longer being the fairest of them all.

Why? Your mother was beautiful the way she was. She was intelligent and an idealist. She led the kingdom into a golden age and overthrew the old corrupt king. Shouldn't that count for something? Why is it that appearance only matters? Why? Why Why Why Why Why? 

You wake up a bit frustrated. The dream played in your head as you remembered what your mother told you of her palace life. To always look perfect. To have your value placed on nothing but looks. And now, she is known as the Evil Queen for wanting to be more than just a pretty face. 

"Momma Grimhilde…? Are you up…?" "What are you doing up? Vessel, you know that staying up is bad for you by now!" You huffed a bit and nodded in agreement. "Sorry I had a bit of a strange dream… it was about you…" 

The Queen was quiet, you swear you can feel the queen strutting in front of you in thought at your words. "Of the kingdom, you told me about. They were so unfair and-" "Hush now Vessel, I know very well how annoying it is... However! I cannot return and exact my revenge if you're too tired to train in the morning, can I?" Her voice had a hint of smugness within it, an oddly comforting tone to you.

"Go back to sleep dear, I'll be right beside you." The Queen started to hum a familiar tune. One that she would hum to you in your early childhood. Your mother was far from evil.

Scar (Starkid)

"The pride has never seen a more progressive king than me. Both lion and hyena live in perfect harmony. I brought an end to what has been a senseless age-old feud. I was prepared for everything except for what ensued. My brother ate my cubs- my precious cubs and stole my throne. Returned to segregation and the hateful ways we've known. Though I'd advocate for unity I always was denounced. So when I saw the opportunity to right the wrong? I pounced."

A song sung to you at your first meeting with Scar. The shadowy figure looming over you before returning into a puddle of blot, hiding in the darkness. A hero, whose acts were washed away by time. You remember the hyenas and Scar always bantering when you first met. Despite all the times they got on each other's, they never once made it about their races. 

It was inspiring to see someone believe so heavily in their ideals that they are willing to be punished for it. He would take any measure necessary to ensure them as well, even scheming. You hated that his pride saw him as a traitor for his interactions with the hyenas. The way he met his end annoyed you even more. 

The two fought over the overhang cliffs of rock you lay flat on. Your body, beaten and bruised from the ensuing fight. Limbs shaking; you manage to push yourself up against the hot rock below you. Your legs wobble as you stand up, watching the battle in front of you. Scar and Simba, fighting brutally claws, fangs and roars exchanged. 

Scar was older, no longer in his prime, yet he still fought hard. There should be no way Simba wins. There shouldn't have been. Lightning struck the edge of the rock Scar was on, making him tumble into the fire below. A painful roar sounded out from below, and you felt sick. The sound woke you up, making you pant for a moment.

You sat up, body sweating, and sat on the side of the bed. You hear a familiar displeased groan come from behind you as the bed shifts under the lion's weight. "Tch, you woke me up from my nap, Cub." Scar grumbles, but it lacks the edge he usually has. Glancing over at him with his tail batting irritably, you knew something wrong. You knew he wouldn't want to talk about it.

"I had a nightmare. I saw you fall into the fire…" Scar tensed at that and looked at you. "So that visier was right." "Huh?" "We've been together so long that some of my memories have bled into your dreams. What you saw is what happened…" the lion growled a bit towards the end. Annoyed with the idea of anyone poking into his memories.

"... I'm sorry." Scar huffed and stretched his back. "I still won in the end. Hyenas and lions live together. Oh, how I would love to see the faces of the pride right now…" Scar trailed off, though you can tell he was still a bit annoyed. Scar curled up and you used his body as a pillow, the same way you did back then as a kid.

"I guess it means I'm gonna have to find a way to bring you back faster. That way you can really get the last laugh." Scar let out an amused chuff. "That you do."

Ursula (Starkid)

"My brother held the antiquated notion that women should be seen and never heard. So he dethroned me then disowned me, and on top of that, rezoned me, to the outskirts of the kingdom in a cave. Took my scepter and my crown, though I tried to take him down, the truth and I now share a watery grave. The story lingers on, but the version that is drawn is twisted…"

You've started getting nightmares. Shared memories of the seven that live in your head manifesting within your dreams and haunting you. Ursula would often console your "poor soul" after experiencing it. She shared stories of the ocean and reminded you of all the fond memories you had under there as a kid. When she'd cast a spell on you and let you sink to the bottom to play with all the fish.

When you woke up in the ocean, you thought you were living out a happy memory. One where you would ride on Flotsam's and Jetsam's backs as you explored your new underwater playground. That was until you saw magic bolts fly into the water around you.

Ursula along with the eels engaged in some sort of battle. The eels slithered around the enemy mer, hoping to throw her off, however, a bolt of magic ricocheted off of her and onto the eels. Flotsam and Jetsam let out a final hiss as they disintegrated, burning away to ash. "MY BABIES!" Ursula shrieks. Raw anger flashes in her face in a way you've never seen before.

Her form stretches out, swallowing everything around her, yet it wasn't enough. A trident pierces through her body, leaving a hollow hole. Ursula lets out a choked gasp as she falls, succumbing to the tides. Dead. This was how she passed. You remember her telling you of the girl who dared to hurt her eels and how she swore vengeance upon her.

Waking up you don't feel as panicked, remembering what Jafar said. It was a bad memory that surfaced in your dream. But why were you crying? Was it perhaps the thought of watching three of your family members die in front of you? Tears roll down your face and you feel a large hand wipe them away. "What Is wrong, my little guppy?" Ursula purrs. Her voice immediately relaxes you. "Ah, a nightmare is it? I got just the thing!" She chuckles, usually you wer eused to her disregarding you, but as time went on she started to consider you one of her own. You feel a familiar pair of slimy eels wrap around you.

"I had a dream of that story you told me… where you fell." You paused, holding onto the eels tightly. "I was scared. I thought… the thought of you guys dying…" you trailed off and Ursula turns to look at you over her shoulder, small vial in hand.

"Hmph, that little mermaid. I will never forgive her for what she did to me and my babies! I won't go down that easily anytime soon..." Ursula frowned before turning around to face you. The eels snicker slightly. "Aww, you really do love us!" Jetsam starts. "How cute." Flotsam replies. Ursula chuckles and hands you the vial.

"Here you go. Drink up now. This potion will put you back to sleep and give you a much sweeter dream, little guppy." Her smooth hands glide over you once again as you press your head into her chest. "I'll be right here with you…"

Hades

The fun yet inappropriate uncle dad. He has always been there to tease and make fun of you, much like Ursula. Yet you loved him all the same

He admitted to enjoying your time stuck together quicker than the others, stating that this adventure was much more entertaining and fun than being stuck at his regular job which he complained much about. Ruler of the underworld and the dead was gloomy, boring. He was stuck all alone with nothing. No entertainment, no lights, no music. Just the screams of the damned swirling in that pit.

A pit he got stuck in. A pit he despised. One where he was stuck for eons, suffering, just to somehow get connected to you as a ghost. How odd...

Yet here he was in a dream, reliving the same painful memory he experienced all those years ago. Fighting the son of his enemy. Hercules. Just like the gods to send down a child to do their work for him. He knows well what his brothers think of him…

It was a good fight, great even. He was strong. Magic, fire, smoke, and total control over the domain. He has the upper hand. Yet why did it come crashing down? Why is it that anything he does isn't enough?

After all these years of planning. Years of scheming. Just for this. Failure. All he wanted was to be in Olympus with his family. To be included. Invited. And now some boy gets to ruin that just because he's his brother's son. 

He hated it. As he fell into the River Styx, you dived after him. Hades called out for you to stop, you don't want to– ah shit. You stopped breathing for a moment. The sensation of some sort of limbo. The feeling of your bones rotting within you and your soul withering away. You were drowning. You struggled and cried out to reach Hades, your father, from in front of you. Yet to no avail.

Waking up you took in a breath. You were alive. You can breathe. Your skin is on the bone. You were safe. The blue glow of Hades fire was right there, alive and well. He looked like he just woke up too. "Tch, whatcha doing away kiddo? It's late you know? Oh are we breaking rules, I love breaking rules yknow?" You chuckled, knowing your other dads and mom wouldn't like you up so late.

It was hard to feel scared with Hades. "Just some dumb dreams." "Oh yeah, kid?" Hades turned to you and leaned in. "Tell me about it." His voice seemed softer than usual.

"We were in the underworld and I had to watch you fight Hades." "Oh! Did I kick his ass?!" Hades asked, childishly excited, the smirk on his face drops when he sees your frown. "C'mon kid, don't tell meI lost!" You frowned. "I had a dream where you got hurt. And I was scared. I didn't know what to do without you."

Hades seems to shut up slightly at that. His teasing nature put on hold as he saw tears fall from your eyes. "Hey hey hey! Come on kid don't cry right now! I'm right here with ya! I'm not going anywhere!"

You would take full advantage of his softness right now, knowing damn well he was gonna tease you to death later.

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[riacte]

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SHUT UP HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO VOTE NAWT MY ICONIC DIVORCED PARENTS 😭😭😭😭 I’M PROPELLED INTO THE STRATOSPHEREEEEEE

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I’m more surprised by how Blue Balls is in the semi-finals

Anyways I’ll be voting for RK, he’s a pathetic wet paper bag of a Lykos lmfao <3

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I BELIEVE IN BLUEBALLS SUPREMACY #BALLSWEEP

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… Oops, total containment breach now? Mods I’m sorry, you guys don’t have to eat the spaceship that you promised to—

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So I’m learning from my dash that the Hand himself voted for QoH over RK???? My Treebark ship just sank in two seconds. Wtf.

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@/exterrasexymenpoll can you please remove the Hand’s deadname? It’s disrespectful to transgender people.

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are you fucking for real, believing in the trans qoh/hand theory in this year?? they’re completely different people. shut up and ship treebark lmao

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??? Look at how much this poll breached containment? First a CC notice, and then a racer notice, and now a fucking CORPORATION??? Mr Cubfan I am So Sorry but I think people were just too excited to vote for the Catmaid—

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[jonekaxaja]

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[loserholland]

𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧

𝟎𝟎𝟏 ➺ 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

Pairing ➺ QOH!Reader x Prince!Angel!Tom

Warning ➺  Flashbacks (italicized) 

Word Count ➺ 1,265

Summary ➺ What happen’s when the Prince of heaven end’s up in hell?

A/N ➺ Send me an ask if you want to apart of the series taglist! I am so sorry this took so long to update! I wanted to get this up by today because I won’t have my laptop from thursday-sunday since I’m going camping! 

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Tom sat in the cold bath sighing in relief, hell was scorching hot. Sure he’s heard stories about how your body felt as if it was on fire the second you step into hell. But he didn’t think it would be this hot. He thought it would be hot like the summer’s on earth. Sometimes he’d go down walk amongst the mortals, always finding ways to help those in need before returning home. He thought hell just experienced summer heat.

Well, he was wrong. 

(Y/N) had given him a room in the west wing, a few door away from her chambers. Heavens she was beautiful, he’s heard stories about the devil but never in a million years did he think it was a woman. A beautiful woman. 

The way her eyes glowed red, sparks of fire dances behind them. The way she smiled showing off her pearly white teeth. To the way she spoke, her voice so velvet and smooth yet held such authority. Her beauty, her bo-

“Stop with the sinful thoughts!” he mumbled  splashing some of the cold water in his face. It felt so wrong, yet so right. He was taught if an angel were to have any sort of sinful thoughts, they were to be punished. He’s seen what’s happen to those angels, they were burned, stripped of their halo, or wings. 

And sent to hell.

He got up and out of the tub drying himself off before walking back over to his bed, there was a white suit along with a black tie with gold patterning a small note sitting atop of the clothes.

Join me for dinner, 6PM sharp. - (Y/N)

Tom’s eyes widened, turning on his heels he head back into the bathroom for a proper shower. He couldn’t deny what the queen requested.

(Y/N) stood in front of the mirror examining her wings. ever since she saw Tom’s beautiful wings all she could think about was how much pain and disgust she felt whenever she looked at her wings. The once soft snow white wings with hints gold specks were now a charcoal grey rough around the edges. 

They were hideous.

Wrapping her wings around herself she lifted her hand to touch the feathers. Screams filled her head, causing her to shut her eyes tightly. Whenever she looked at her wings, all she could think about was the pain and agony.

Screams of when she fell from the silver city, screams of fear and confusion. Screams from the pain of her beautiful wings burning. Screams as she felt betrayed, watching those she called her friends, those she called her family watch as she fell.

And didn’t try to defend her, didn’t try to save her.

A soft knock brought her back to the present, her vision blurred by the tears that brimmed to trail down her cheeks. She blinked a few times, wiping away the salty liquid moving to splash some water on her face.

“One moment!” Exiting her bathroom she moved to sit on her bed, “Come in!” the door slowly creaked open shuffling in was her hand maiden carrying in a beautiful satin red spaghetti strap dress, with a split front. (Y/N) clasped her hands together, standing from her bed to run her fingers over the silky fabric.

“Alessandra! It’s beautiful! Thank you!” 

Alessandra was her first ever friend in hell. She was friendly, kind. The angels back up in heaven talked about how demons were hideous, cruel, and flesh-eaters. 

Oh how they were wrong.

(Y/N) sobbed loudly, her head was pounding. The ground beneath her scorching hot, but that was the least of her worries. She had just been casted out of the silver city, and now she was in hell. No one to turn to. 

“Miss?” a voice spoke causing her to jump slightly backing herself up into the corner, “They will eat you alive if you ever come across a demon. They are the most atrocious beings.” her mother once told her.

“Miss it’s okay, I won’t hurt you.” the demon spoke again extending it’s hand out to her, slowly (Y/N) looked up to see a lady who looked to be in her mid-forties who wore a warm smile on her face. Hesitantly she took the hand of her woman, slowly getting up from the ground. 

“What’s your name dear?” 

Her throat burned from all the screaming, “(Y/N).” she answered her voice was a bit hoarsed but still audible. The woman’s face lit up in pure joy, “The prophecy!” she shouted bringing confusion to (Y/N) face.

Prophecy? 

“The queen is here! The angel has fallen!” the woman shouted in such glee drawing attention to the two of them. (Y/N) didn’t understand what was happening, she watched as demons drew closer wondering what this woman was going on about.

“I-I’m sorry prophecy?”

The woman nodded eagerly, “The prophecy said, if an angel by the name of (Y/N) fell from the silver city. She to be the one to rule hell. She to be the queen.”

That woman was Alessandra. Ever since then, she had stuck by (Y/N). It’s crazy to think she has now lived in hell for three years, it seemed longer than that. Alessandra placed her hand atop of (Y/N), she would always say (Y/N) was the daughter she never had. Alessandra was a better mother than her own mother ever could be.

“Now, I think you should get ready my dear. I dropped off the suit to Thomas’ chambers.” 

(Y/N) stood on the balcony of the dining room looking over her kingdom. During the day it was always scorching hot, but at night it was cold and brittle. She had grown use to it though, it never really bothered her all that much. 

People can say what they want about hell, but it was as beautiful as heaven. Even better in (Y/N) opinion, the demons were friendly and not cruel. She couldn’t have been more thankful to be here.

Her gaze fell to what was below her involuntarily her hands gripped the edge of the railing. The screams from earlier were back, her breathing became shallow this little fear would be laughed at but ever since she was casted out. She had been afraid of heights. Afraid of falling again. 

“Banish her!” voices shouted “A disgrace to the silver city!” more angels joined in. The true demons were the angels who sat up in heaven, thinking they’re all too proper, all too full of themselves. Just because you have a sit in heaven doesn’t mean you’re a good person. 

“Mom! No please!” (Y/N) attempted to reach forward for her mother who turned a blind eye, the guards continued to drag her closer and closer to the edge. She shot daggers at her closes childhood friends who didn’t try to save her.

They held her close to the edge slowly loosening their grip on her before pushing her over.

“No!” 

“Your grace?” a voice spoke causing (Y/N) eyes to snap back open, her knuckles were white, the some of the tips of her fingers were bleeding but nothing too serious. She spun on her heels to see Tom standing a few feet away from her. 

“Are you alright your grace?” Tom questioned again, noticing her watery eyes. He didn’t want to push her to answer the question truthfully, they had only just met. 

“Y-yes! Thank you for joining me Thomas, let’s eat shall we?” (Y/N) pushed past him wiping the tears that had slipped down her cheeks.

Now those memories come back to haunt me. They haunt me like a curse.

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[tommysparker]

Black & White: Prologue [QOH!Reader x Angel!Tom Holland]

Ayyy guess who’s back a few days later with a whole new series in tow :) This au is gonna be a little different to the other ones on this site, so read the disclaimer down below. 

Disclaimer: I am not religious so I have no real idea how any of this works, I just like the concept. Also I was raised Hindu, so I’ve decided to do a mix of Hinduism and the standard Christianity concept for this fic. I really hope you enjoy this! 

Warnings: None? (yet) incorrect representation of religion (like I said, I’m not religious I just like the concept.)

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“Well well, aren’t you a pretty thing?” a sultry voice whispered in his ear. 

Tom involuntarily shivered, not wanting to show any weakness but failing miserably. In truth, he was terrified. Being sent by the Lord to talk to the devil was not on his bucket list, but he knew he was the only angel fit for the job. He spent his whole life on earth praising the heavens, and entering the afterlife and being welcomed with open wings was a true blessing he had earned.  

He would not disappoint. 

He will not give in. 

Lord have mercy on my soul…

“He can’t hear you y’know,” the same voice echoed in his mind. “Down here, you’re all mine. Not even Brahma can help you now. So, tell me angel wings, what sins have you committed for God to send his most loyal devotee to my land?”

“Y-Your words speak of nonsense,” Tom faltered, hating himself for stuttering. “I’ve come by the Lord’s orders to suggest you stop tormenting Earth’s inhabitants at once.” 

A small eerie chuckle bounced off the castle walls and reflected into his ears. He didn’t risk raising his head, not yet. For to look into her eyes, those dark black eyes he’s heard and read many stories of, is thought to be a sin alone worth being banished from the Heavens.  

Some say the moment you look into her eyes, you’re a slave to her will. Others gossip over how you’ll be cursed for all eternity, though they sound both the same.  

“Well then, suggest away.” She was amused by this, the tone was evident. 

Tom didn’t know how to respond, searching his brain for words but coming up short. How could this...this thing have such an affect on him? Dear God--

“I told you, dear, you’re in my world now, not your world. I am the one in control here. I’m the almighty. Your dearest God can’t help you now, and he was well aware of that when he sent you here.” Her words were strong, bold-spoken, with meaning and intention. She wanted to make sure this white snowflake knew exactly what he signed up for when he agreed to pay her a little visit. 

“God hears all!” Tom shouted, a small part of him praying his raised vocals would attract the attention of someone, anyone up above. He never should have agreed to do this alone. 

“You’re right, you shouldn’t have,” the smile could be heard in her voice. “Now, I don’t have all night. I’m a busy woman as you know. Say what you must before I dismiss you to my demons.”

Tom dared to look up, eyes focusing on anything but those black-hole pupils. His gaze fell upon the broad, stretched out red and black wings, whose tips fluttered ever so slightly creating the small draft that made the hair on his arms rise. The sharp scales that glistened from the fire's reflection ran all the way behind her back, connecting to her figure. The shape resembled that of a dragon, and for a brief second he wondered if the she-devil could be a descendant of such a creature.

Curled horns sprouting from the crown of their head, wings with power to blow houses over with a single flap, and the fiery look in her eyes when he gazed into them-- wait what?!

In a single blink, she stood towering over him, black eyes with a small hint of white stared back at him, barging into his soul. He fought, did everything in his power to look away but his attempts proved useless. All he could do was stare into the abyss, feeling his grip on reality slowly fall as he got lost in her eyes. There was only black, and endless dark void- until it wasn’t. 

Another blink, Tom was thrown backwards. He fell on his back, gasping for air as if he had nearly been drowned. He rubbed at his eyes harshly, reciting every prayer he’d learned in a desperate attempt to rid whatever evil spell she had placed on him. It was only when he heard a small whimper that he froze. 

He slowly pried his hands away from his eyes, gaze darting in the direction the sound came from. Everything happened so fast his head was spinning, but he managed to make out a black figure, curled up with their wings wrapped around them protectively. 

Tom stood and took a wobbly step towards the person before he suddenly remembered where he was, and exactly who was sitting in front of him.  

Despite that, a small voice in the back of his head told him to make sure she was okay. Demon or not, as an angel he had a duty to take care of people, may God forgive him if he had done wrong by helping a lost soul. 

“Are you alright?” He asked quietly, taking another step, despite his mind telling him to stay as far away as possible. 

The figure rose, gracefully, wings unraveling like a blooming flower. She stood tall, a slight jerk in her hip as her hands gripped her waist. Her hair lit into a blend of red, yet maintained its natural shape. The flames danced along her back, falling over her shoulders, illuminating the structure of her face. Jaw clenched, tongue in cheek, and those eyes, those damned eyes…

Had he known his fate was sealed the moment he looked up. 

“Are you just going to stand there and look pretty?” She quipped, dark written all over her facial expression. “You, my sweet angel, just made the biggest mistake of your afterlife coming here. Now, you will never see the light of your grace again. You’re mine now, and I don’t share.”

All traces of the figure he saw moments ago were gone, replaced by an evil presence that knew nothing of mercy. 

Before he could react, two hands gripped his arms, pulling them back while a rope wrapped around his white feathered wings. Tom cried out, trying to fight but fell to no avail. The material trapping his wings felt as if they were burning him with sins, causing a silent scream to be ripped from his throat. 

“What should we do with him, your majesty?”

“Take him to the chambers. I want no harm to come to this one, got it? If you pluck a hair on his head, if I find a single feather missing from his wings I will personally throw you into the river of lost souls. Do you understand?”

No response. 

“DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!” 

“Y-Yes, Rani.”

Little late for that, Tom wanted to say. Unfortunately, he never got the chance. 

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And there you are! If you liked this please let me know so I’ll actually have the motivation to write more. 

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[hilllsnholland]

Queen of hell reader playing with angel haz, literally making him fall for her. it was just as game at first but then she catches real feelings and is more than happy to have him reign by her side.

Long time no see haha....yeah

Damn it. How could you be so stupid? How could you let your nasty feelings get in the way of your game? You slammed your drink onto the desk, watching it shatter into pieces onto the floor. Times like these remind you of how much strength you really have. Times of anger, even desperation that make you act out. As Queen of Hell, you needed to be smart and calculated or else the foolish Demon men will try to take your throne, but this was the dumbest mistake of them all. 

You had fallen for an Angel. An Angel for Satan’s sake! How in Hell’s gates did you allow yourself to love anything? That was a question you always wondered. Was it possible for you to have love? Is love an emotion a Demon could have? Obviously yes because your heart quaked at the thought of Harrison. The epitome of an angelic figure, piercing eyes and dazzling smile. It was a surprise that he wasn’t a top Angel in Heaven just because of his beauty. 

This had all began as a game to you. A simple cat and mouse chase to keep yourself occupied in the low hours of the day. Harrison was standing at the Line, the cross between Heaven and Hell in the spiritual realms. Maybe he was suppose to stand guard, or maybe he was escaping the prissy Angels, but he stood there and stared at you. You were there to possibly cause some havoc, but once you saw his eyes stuck on you, it was game time. 

“I thought Angels get their eyes plucked out if they saw a Demon,” You mused. 

You walked towards him, swaying your hips while smirking seductively at him. Harrison blinked a few times and scratched the back of his neck. 

“I didn’t know Demons could look so…pretty,” He smiled that damned beautiful smile. 

It had taken you aback for a moment but you fronted him with the same confidence you had when you threw people into the pits. You tried to show the fury in your eyes but he stood unwavering. 

“You’re too pure for me Angel,” You spat. 

“And you’re too corrupt for me, but here you are,” Harrison gestured to the small space between the two of you. “You approached me love,” 

It was the wicked confidence that drew you to him. He didn’t fear you like the other men in Hell did. Harrison saw right through you, saw what was beneath the dark cloak and crown. This quick meeting turned to rendezvous at the Line, or sneaking into Hell to relax in the palace, or going into Heaven to explore the world you had never seen before. You both knew that if you were caught it would be dire consequences, but at the same time it didn’t matter. You were willing to risk it all for him. 

This was why you were standing at the Line, cloak pulled all the way up so no one could see your face. Harrison would know it was you though. He always knew. Time moved by so slow without him, it was as if he wouldn’t show. The fear peaked into your mind. Did they catch him? Did someone rat him out? 

“Y/N,” His voice suddenly calmed you. 

Harrison slowly moved towards you in his blinding white light. He was, you hate to say it, heavenly. You bit your lip while extending a hand out to him. 

“Is something wrong?” He asks with a quirked brow. 

“I…I need to ask you a question but I’m afraid it’ll change everything,” 

Your inquiry on if he’d join you on the throne of Hell would change everything. If he refused, it would not only damage your relationship but he could out you as an Angel lover. You would be dethroned immediately. But if he joined you, fell from Heaven, he could be greeted alongside of you as King. 

“Y/N, you can ask me anything,” He bit his lip in anticipation. 

“I want you…I want you to join me on the throne,” You tried to spit it out in a flurry of conviction. “I love you a lot Harrison and I can’t let this opportunity pass any longer. So, will you join me?” 

It was the longest silence of your entire life. Harrison stared at you blankly, flat lipped and unmoving eyes. This was not the normal jabber-mouth boy you know so well. He was going to reject you, wasn’t he? His eyes finally blinked as he grabbed the side of your face. 

“You want me to become a Fallen Angel for you?” He asked. 

You tried to ignore the growing ball in your throat as you nodded against the pad of his hand. It was so warm and inviting. You could stay in his embrace forever. 

“I…would love to,” 

A huff of air left your mouth in disbelief. Were you dreaming? Would he actually fall for you? 

“Really?” 

“Of course, I love you too Y/N.” He holds your face closer. “I’ve been wanting to figure out a way for us to work and I’m willing to leave Heaven for you. I’ll leave it all behind and come with you,” 

You smiled as Harrison drew you towards his lips into the connection you’ve been dying for since the beginning. He felt more like home than Hell did, and now he’d be joining you for eternity. Your newfound heart pounded in your chest as you had finally achieved pure bliss. It turns out Demons do have soulmates. 

#harrison osterfield #harrison osterfield imagines #Harrison osterfield blurbs #harrison osterfield imagine #Harrison osterfield fluff #angel!harrison #qoh!reader #tom holland blurbs #tom holland imagines

[multyfandoms-imagines]

hi there can i ask for the magical girls (lobotomy corp)with a strong partner?like can help take out aleph level threats how would they respond?(and i hope you are hiving an awesome day!)

Lvl EX+ (Y/N) is gonna yeet some Alephs now and you cant stop them-

Magical Girls with strong partner (Magical Girls + reader headcanons)

Knight of Despair

•the Silent Orchestria never gets to finish its song while Blue Star is in the corner after the last time you went to suppress them

•Knight worries too much for you. You are always here in the front, while being one of the best fighters, but having to deal with such powerfull guys is too much-

•she protecc. She attacc. But most importanly... She hug u

•you scare her alot sometimes with these fights. Pls. For once. Dont just run into the danger zone. KoD knows what you can do, but she is still worrying alot

King of Greed

•honestly? She just loves to see how strong Alephs like Nothing There and Melting Love just... fall ded when you fight them. She cant hurt them, they cant hurt her, yet they SHOULD be able to hurt someone as tiny as you but...

•but she cant stop laughing after NT in his final form missing his "Goodbye" entirely and you slashing him into pieces

•For sure KoG is one happy girl that she gets to be your partner and they missed that opportunity

Queen of Hatered

•HELLA. YES! POWER COUPLE GO BRRRR-

•memes aside, she just loves you to death. She loves when both of you need to get out and just destroy Apocalypse Bird or WhiteNight. They cant really do anything to you!

•QoH really wishes you to teach her some of your tricks. The way you dodge their attacks and counter attack them (in Apocaly's case, its eggs) or simply do everything to make sure they were busy with you and STILL get out victorious is just

•20/10 will fight by your side again

#lobotomy corporation #lc #headcanons #magical girls #knight of despair #kod #king of greed #kog #queen of hatered #qoh #+reader headcanons #powercouples in general lol #and you will yeet someone with your gf- #imma get myself out

[twistedoverbloat]

Hey, I hope you feel better soon!

If you do want to work on this request, take all the time you need. If not, then just delete.

Can I request some headcannons for the dorm leaders finding out that reader played the member of the great 7 of their respective dorm as a child?

I just love the image of a little kid with missing baby teeth sassing everyone on stage

(If you want to add a personalisation there could be a point where they forgot their line and said "screw you, I'm beautiful!")

Thank you in advance!

Hello! Please in the future remember that I'm doing a 3-4 limit for the boys since it's too much for me! I'll do Riddle, Leona, Azul, and Kalim. If you want a part 2 you may request it!

Riddle:

I think he would ask them if they know all of the Queens Rule's since they played her in Alice in Wonderland for a kids play.

I feel like Yuu let their QoH voice slip through when scolding Ace and Deuce for messing up and breaking rules.

Riddle was very shocked seeing that Yuu knew what rules they broke.

Oh god it's Riddle 2.0.

But I think it's very respectable to play as one of the Great 7 since not a lot of people get that honor in TW.

Also him being told you were a very sassy and bossy QoH he would scoff at the person and say well it's true to the Queen's Character!!

Leona:

He felt pride in knowing you acted like the King of Beasts since he was a very respected person in the Savannah.

He's seen the cunning of Scar in you when you took done Azul so he didn't really, it was like when Scar took down a man that wasn't fit for king.

He's seen you bare your teeth to the beastmen that think their stronger as well and even shown off the claws you have.

And it makes sense how Ace, Deuce, and Grim are almost like the King of Beasts hyena henchmen, how you bark orders to get shit done during OB's.

He's smug since you act more Savanahclaw then most boys.

Azul:

He's been on the other side of one of your deals once. And honestly it gives him chills how you resembled the powerful Sea Witch.

When he learned you acted as her ion a play he asked you more on it since he always wanted to be like her.

The way your tone slips into that of the Sea Witch he loves since it tricks people into thinking you really want to help them, but really they're just another few coins in the bag.

He's seen you do it to so many people where he thinks you could even run for dormleader for Octavinelle!

He feels like it's very suiting for you to act like the Sea Witch since you capture her presence and also tone so perfectly!!

Kalim:

I think he didn't see it before but when you helped defeat Jamil he saw the great Sorcerer of the Sands. He seen you looming over him sometimes before that.

When you got away so fast and also was able to help Azul force Jamil to show off his snake side (hehe) he was able to see how much you are like the Sorcerer.

He seen you command the boys when defeating Jamil and honestly it shows how much you think like the Sorcerer of the Sands. He really likes it since the Sorcerer is very praised and loved in the Scolding Sands.

You help him with not making dumb decisions sometimes since you stop that shit from happening, Jamil thanks you.

#actor yuu #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland yuu #twisted wonderland x reader

[hollandroos]

ok so we’ve done koh!tom... but what about qoh!zendaya?? she’d be enchanting with her long legs and slender fingers, taunting you with her voice as smooth as honey, but her words sinful as ever, and not only you—an angel, could resist the temptation that was her skin.

:o 

She was ever so intimidating, making angels and demons alike fall to their knees. They said she could make you cry with a single glance and make you beg for even an ounce of mercy. They said her eyes held pure hellfire.

Before you met her you believed the rumours. Before you shared a kiss, you would’ve debated asking her if they were true and if her nails really could kill someone with a single jerk– and before you shared a bed you would have would have stared in absolute anticipation about whether or not her words held pure hellfire. 

“Angel,” she hums. The nickname leaves her lips with such ease, but you knew better. You knew that it sounded even better escaping her lips when you were doing other things… things to her body that no angel would ever think of doing. “I know you’re awake, c’mon.” She taunts, brushing a strand of hair away from your eyes.

It wasn’t poison but pure sweetness.

“I’m awake.” You sigh, forcing your head off of the black, silk pillow. You peek an eye open only to be met with the sight of your girlfriend adorned in the black tee, the lace of her bralette peeking out over the shoulder. “Good morning.”

How someone could look so good after only just waking up? you didn’t know.

Her black wings expand, stretching after being kept hidden overnight and your white wings begin to ache, begging to expand too. She loved your wings, accepting the fact that they were original in hell. That no one held the same plush white.

Her raven wings were the same ones that had intimidated you the first time you saw her, producing a heavy gulp from you and damn near teary eyes. Now you found yourself obsessed with the course feathers that fluttered under your touch.

She leans over and plants a kiss on your forehead, lips remaining as she mutters a thick good morning before one of her hands trail down your bare arm, slender fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps. 

“You look so pretty.” You rasp, trying to prevent a small laugh from escaping your lips as her suddenly cease their movements.

“I look pretty?” She raises a brow, her brown curls falling over her face gently. “I don’t know about that, angel. You’re the pretty one here, absolutely fucking gorgeous.”

Her lips begin to leave butterfly kisses down your neck, sucking on the gentle skin every few moments and you knew it’d leave a mark but don’t make any moves to stop her. You wore those marks proudly.

“You’re so pretty, though.” You reach up, tracing the line of her jaw and close your eyes in satisfaction, accepting every loving touch from the queen herself. “In every single way–”

Her lips meet yours, warm and delicate on your own and for a few moments you bask in every ounce of love and affection until she moves away, her curls tickling your cheeks.

“You think I’m pretty, hm? why don’t you show me instead of telling me?”

#sophs blurbs #zendaya #Zendaya imagine #zendaya fan fiction #zendaya fanfic #QOH!zendaya #Zendaya x reader #Zendaya x reader insert #:p

[faeflowerz]

Happy Birthday Ace Trappola! ❤

Okay, so I adore Ace because he’s the first birthday card I got...on accident. Seriously, I got his card because I didn’t know what I was doing! This year, I got him on the first try again. It’s funny how much he loves me. 

If you like my content, please follow me here or on Twitter as Fae_Flower. I post all kinds of content on there but here is where I’ll get deeper into writing and have an easier time getting my thoughts out! Who knows, maybe I’ll do requests!

And now, Ace Trappola’s Reflection!

So of course, Ace is materialistic as fuck. But that's pretty obvious. I wonder if he often receives his brother’s hand me downs like some families do. So in turn, Ace wants new stuff. He wants his own personality separate from his brother. I think it would have been interesting if his lore included his brother leaving a better impression on his dorm and Ace has to live up to that. Who knows?

What is interesting is that he sees Azul as big brother material. Even after the anemone fiasco, Ace would want someone like Azul on his side. They would probably get along well simply because Ace needs someone who is firm yet merciful. Azul seems like he would be a good big brother as long as they give each other respect.

He's pretty perceptive too. Ace observes his peers and adapts when he needs to. Being in Scarabia would allow him to test his wits. He's very bright. He’s adaptable, clever, and keen. Actually, I wonder why he's in Hearts anyway? I understand Deuce and Trey but not Ace and Cater.

Maybe he chose it because his brother did? But Ace says his brother is laid back? True the mirror understands his soul, but clearly transferring is an option. So why stay around a place that obviously is too strict for you? Sit back down and I’ll tell you.

Ace is most likely to become the dorm head when Riddle graduates. He is a great leader and can get people to follow him despite his crazy ideas and his seemingly blasé personality. The QoH managed to get people to follow her somehow. Or even that Ace is Alice. Headstrong, stubborn, stupid. 

Ace will also have to deal with Jamil while in Scarabia and Jamil will actually be a good big brother to him as well. He immediately calls out when Ace is not paying attention and considering how their project would literally kill them, it’s a mistake Ace can’t make anymore.

Idk what "severity" means, but i think tradition is more what they're about. The dorm has rules, but they're mostly based on tradition. Ace is a little old fashioned and traditional so maybe that's why he's in Hearts? He doesn’t like rules, but he needs them in order to become the reader that he wants to be.

Still, he has to overcome his defiant personality he's hella materialistic and kind of too and kind of a dick. His biggest hurdle is committing to his values. I adore him but he’s also flippant about his future and doesn't press himself. He also seems a bit to prideful to ask for help like the other Hearts kids. He’s a pain in the ass and I wanna bully him <3 

 Happy Birthday, Cherry Boy

#ace trappola #Twisted Wonderland #faes character reflection #writing

[blissfulparker]

I just wanted to put down some AU’s I am comfortable writing for the month of October for Halloween time if anyone wants to send in spooky themed blurbs 🥰

-King of hell(KOH)!tom

-Angel or queen of hell(QOH)!reader

-vampire!reader

-witch!reader(not like Wanda witch type reader more of immortal witch type reader)

-prince!tom/peter or princess!reader

-Demon AU

And of course you can still send in Normal autumn themed blurbs of Halloween is not for you! I just wanted to make a little list of the things I am comfortable writing and I’m always open to new ideas!

#just no kidnapping please #no murder either #I’m okay with doing dark just dark as I’m not super fluffy not stuff like r*pe or kidnapping or any form of abuse #I still do not write that stuff and please respect that by not sending it into my inbox either

[bi-writes]

If you did start writing again I think I might combust. Your qoh!reader with Tom was always some of my favorite writing on this site. 💜💜

🥲

#thank you #ask #ask b #🐝’s anons

[loserholland]

𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧

𝟎𝟎𝟎 ➺ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

Pairing ➺ QOH!Reader x Prince!Angel!Tom

Warning ➺ Talk’s about heaven and angels

Word Count ➺ 1,486

Summary ➺ What happen’s when the Prince of heaven end’s up in hell?

A/N ➺ Send me an ask if you want to apart of the taglist! Chapter one should be up either Friday/Saturday night!

✿ 𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓣𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 ✿ - @loveyathreethousand​, @taronxfiction, @killerqueen-gunpowdergelatine, @spideyyypeter @lou-la-lou​ @babebenhardy​ @rivervixenbaby​ @acklesholland​ @zabdisamor​ @keepingupwiththehollands@sweet666pea @sspider-parker @jackiehollanderr

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ - @beepbeep-ice @adayasgeorgia @hellomadamebutterfly @babebenhardy @cloudynoirtimes @killbillls @deadlyaffairs @sweet666pea 

☞  Masterlist  ☜

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Falling.

It was all she could remember, the day she was casted out of Heaven. Her home for nearly twenty-three years.

The day her beautiful white wings burned as she fell from the edge of  silver city. She was ashamed of them, the now black and grey wings the only beautiful feature was the gold specks. 

The way the demons kneeled before her full of gratitude that their Queen has finally arrived to rule over hell. The same demons her father told her stories about, how they would eat innocent children or ate their own kind. Those stories were all wrong. 

It’s been a long lonely thousand plus years of ruling the underworld alone. There are times when she’s astral project to Earth checking in on those who may end up in her lovely kingdom. It had been a long dreadful day full of meetings and planning for her annual birthday gala that was coming up in about four month.

All she craved was a hot bath and strawberries and to cuddle with her hounds

It all happened so fast, he didn’t even realize he was falling. It felt like a dream, no a nightmare. That was the thing, angel’s never have nightmares, it was all suppose to be happy dreams. Never about falling from the gates of heaven.

His beautiful pure white wings with specks of gold wrapped itself around his body protecting him from the fall he was about to encounter. He landed with a loud thud groaning at the slight pain that shocked his body. 

Usually when you’re nearly in a deep sleep and you dream about falling your body jerks and you’d wake up instantly. Yeah, Tom thought the same thing. But this time, he didn’t wake up in his satin white bed sheets.

He slowly rose from his feet dusting off the dirt from his clothes, it felt hot. His skin felt like it was melting right off, he wasn’t use to this scorching hot temperature. Maybe this was some sort of vision, not that he even had visions before.

This place looked exactly like his home but instead of the beautiful white creme buildings they were grey and a bit torn down. 

“Hey! Is anyon- ow” there was a sudden sharp pain in his neck, this was something else that could’ve woke him up. Tom reached up towards his neck pulling out what seemed to be a tranquilizer dart, there was no way this was a dream let alone a nightmare. This was actually happening and he had no clue why.

The last thing he saw was two tall figures standing over him, he couldn’t quite see their faces but they seemed to be wearing some sort of armor.

-

“Your grace!”

Dear me, what is it now?

Did the hounds eat up my roses, again?

Did one of the maids not cook my meal properly?

There was a soft knock on her bathroom door causing her to groan loudly sinking into the suds, “Come in.” she answered slowly allowing herself to relax again.

“What is it now? Make it quick.” the servant held his head low not daring to look at his grace, one thing she never allowed anyone to do was look her in the eyes unless told to.

“An angel has fallen your grace.” this brought the (Y/N) out of her relax state, an angel? Why would a fucking angel be in hell? The only fallen angel was her, she was the only fallen angel sent to rule hell. The last time she checked hell was perfectly fine under her rule.

“Where is the angel?”

“The throne room your grace, your men have him cuffed and tranquilized. He will be awake at any given moment.”

(Y/N) waved him off allowing him to leave, she looked up towards the ceiling chuckling to herself “What is it now? Hm? I don’t bother you, yet you send an angel?” there was never one angel that came to check up on her, so why now?

-

(Y/N) bursted into the throne room watching as everyone bowed in respect, she stood in front of the angel slapping his face lightly. The guards had chained him down that way he wouldn’t be able to escape. 

She slapped him once more groaning in annoyance, “What in the devil’s name did you tranquillize him with?”

“Wake up.” she commanded watching as the angel’s eyes slowly fluttered open blinking a few times allowing his eyes to adjust to the lighting in the room. The halo above his head glowed dimly, oh the halo’s.

Something every angel loved to have, beside the wings. It represents their holiness, how innocent they are and privileged to be in heaven with the divine god. Those who were in heaven were innocent, and pure. Never gave into temptation, never lied nor sinned.

Lies.

Angels were far from innocent, they hurt their own kind yet no one has the balls to speak up about it. Speak against your god and you’ll be on the highway to hell.

Yet this halo was different, it had a beautiful gold engraving.

Only royal’s have gold engraving.

She moved to sit on her throne fixing the beautiful crown that rested on her head.

The angel looked up to see a beautiful woman, wait- a woman? All his life he had thought the devil was a man. He never thought the ruler of hell would be a woman.

“Whe-where am I? Who are you?” the angel asked in confusion. All he wanted to do was rub the daze out of his eyes only to feel a slight tug when he had tried to lift them. He looked to see both his hands were chained down, not attempting to fight the guards by tugging at the chains.

She made her way down her throne taking the angel’s face into her hand running her stiletto shaped nails against his cheek, “Thomas Holland.” his eyes widened in shock, how did she know his name? maybe this was the devil’s wife and she’s currently handling business for him. She couldn’t be the devil, she was too beautiful to be the devil. Too beautiful to rule over hell.

He tried his best to not gaze at her chest, her perky breast peaking out of her laced robed. It’s a sin, he can’t look. He was always told don’t give into temptation, to resit giving into such a sinful act.

“Would you like to tell me why the prince of the silver city is in my kingdom?”

He didn’t respond, he couldn’t. It felt as if he was under a spell, or maybe the tranquilizer was still wearing off of him slowly but surely. One of the guards tugged at the chain in annoyance, “Her grace asked you a question.”

He didn’t answer, he kept his head low ignoring the woman who stood before him. She wore a crown which meant she was royalty, you’re suppose to respect royalty. Answer when questioned his mentally told himself, yet he couldn’t.

She sighed tilting his face upwards, using her free hand to trace his halo feeling a slight burn under her fingertips. The pain didn’t bother her, she’s been through worse.

“Let’s try this again, yeah? Why are you in my kingdom?”

“I-I don’t know. I was asleep in bed and now I’m here. I don’t remember anything.”

She hummed lightly allowing her hand that was tracing his halo to run down his strong biceps, he was telling the truth. She could not only feel it but she could hear it in his voice. I guess becoming the queen of hell came with it’s perks, being able to tell when someone was lying or having any feelings of hesitation.

“Now, you didn’t answer my questions. Where am I and who are you?”

Thomas didn’t realize his tone of voice did come off a bit rude. No that wasn’t a bit rude, that was very rude. The room was silent till a lightly chuckle rippled through the room causing it to shake lightly. She looked down at the floor before meeting his gaze, he couldn’t believe what was staring him right back in the face.

 Glowing red eyes, a spark of fire danced behind them.

“Oh baby,” she dragged her stiletto sharp nails against his cheekbone, he watched her every move powerless to defend himself due to the chains holding him down. 

Tom’s breathing became heavy, she was beautiful so beautiful. He tried his best to not lean in, at any given moment he could faint. The room was spinning and the intoxicating smell of (Y/N) perfume wasn’t helping.

“-we’re gonna have so much fun.”

This clearly wasn’t a nightmare, he would’ve woken up by now. Nor was this was earth. This was far from heaven the placed he called home for nearly 23 years.

He was in hell, and the devil was staring right back at him.

#tom holland #tomholland #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland imagine #tom holland smut #tom holland edit #tom holland au #tom holland au fanfiction #new tom holland au series #new series #loserholland new series #angel!tom #qoh!reader

[tommysparker]

Black & White: Teaser [QOH!Reader x Angel!Tom Holland]

I told y’all I was back on my bullshit. Anyways so with this series there’s gonna be a little twist. I’m not religious, but I was raised Hindu, so I thought why not combine Hinduism into the standard Christian concept? I’m not sure how well it’ll work out, but I really hope you enjoy it. :)

Warnings: None? (yet) Incorrect representation of religion (As I said, I am not religious I just really love this concept)

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“I told you, dear, you’re in my world now, not your world. I am the one in control here. I’m the almighty. Your dearest God can’t help you now, and he was well aware of that when he sent you here.” Her words were strong, bold-spoken, with meaning and intention. She wanted to make sure this white snowflake knew exactly what he signed up for when he agreed to pay her a little visit. 

“God hears all!” Tom shouted, a small part of him praying his raised vocals would attract the attention of someone, anyone up above. He never should have agreed to do this alone. 

“You’re right, you shouldn’t have,” the smile could be heard in her voice. “Now, I don’t have all night. I’m a busy woman as you know. Say what you must before I dismiss you to my demons.”

Tom dared to look up, eyes focusing on anything but those black-hole pupils. His gaze fell upon the broad, stretched out red and black wings, whose tips fluttered ever so slightly creating the small draft that made the hair on his arms rise. The sharp scales that glistened from the fire's reflection ran all the way behind her back, connecting to her figure. The shape resembled that of a dragon, and for a brief second he wondered if the she-devil could be a descendant of such a creature. Curled horns sprouting from the crown of their head, wings with power to blow houses over with a single flap, and the fiery look in her eyes when he gazed into them-- wait what?!

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And that’s all you’re getting for now ;) If you’re interested don’t hesitate to ask me to tag you when the first part comes out!

Tagging a few friends: @greenorangevioletgrass @soraitmnt @farfromparker @fanficparker @allegra-writes @angel-spidey @euphoric-holland @euphoria-parker @parkerpeter24 @tetralea @theactualprincessofeverything @soft-haz

#tom holland #tom holland fanfic #angel!tom holland #qoh!reader #queen of hell!reader #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland angst #qoh!reader x angel!tom holland #angel!tom holland x qoh!reader #angel!tom x qoh!reader #tom holland fic #my writing