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Sorry not sorry.
Saw Glitch posting this pic and couldn't help myself XD
I made a little collage of all the hasbro Jasmine dolls and their skincolor
Some of these are so bad that if I qasnt tols they were Jasmine, I wouldnt have known
I was inspired by the polls of @duel-of-the-dolls
Let the party begin . . .
Disney Princess as yandere
Snow White
- Snow White's yandere nature stems from her abandonment issues and desperate need for validation and love.
- Their cultivated image of perfect, gentle grace is a powerful shield. No one would ever believe the sweet, kind princess could be capable of such things, making their actions all the more hidden and effective.
"Someday my Prince will come".
- This isn't a hopeful dream; it's a desperate prayer that became an all-consuming obsession. You are her prince. You are her salvation. You have a script to follow, and she will make you stick to it.
- She "owes" her life to you (and the dwarfs, but mostly you). This creates a suffocating dynamic where she believes her unwavering, obsessive devotion is simply repaying a debt. How could you possibly refuse her gratitude?
- All the creatures of the forest are her eyes and ears. A bird saw you speaking a bit too long with a lady-in-waiting. A rabbit noticed you admiring a painting of a former queen. She knows. She always knows. And she will ask you about it in her sweet, innocent voice, her head tilted, her eyes just a bit too wide.
- Her ideal life is locked in a cottage of comfort she creates for you. She'll bake endless apple pies, sing you to sleep, and dote on your every need. Leaving this perfect little world she's built for the two of you is a rejection she cannot bear.
- Method of elimination? Poisoned apples, of course. Thanks to the Evil Queen's influence. But also "tragic accidents" in the forest—quicksand that wasn't there yesterday, a sudden rockslide, a venomous snake bite. The dwarfs, utterly devoted to their "mother," would help cover it up without question, believing they are protecting her happiness.
Cinderella
- Cinderella's yandere nature is born from years of abuse, neglect, and the constant message that she was "not enough."
- After a lifetime of having everything taken from her, you are the one thing she was given. She will not let anyone take you away. She earned you through suffering. You are hers.
- Any compliment you give to another woman, any mention of a beautiful dress or lovely singing voice, is not a simple observation. To her, it's a direct comparison. It means she is failing. She is not enough. And if she's not enough, you might leave. This thought triggers a panic that quickly curdles into something darker.
- The famous glass slipper isn't a symbol of romance; it's a symbol of her claim. She will often hold it, caressing it while watching you.
"It fit only me. I am the only one who belongs with you. There are no other options."
- Years of being a servant taught her how to be invisible and how to clean up messes. A rival's ballgown will be subtly torn moments before a royal event. Their drink will be ever-so-slightly spiked to make them ill and unable to attend. Their reputation will be dismantled by perfectly timed, whispered rumors from "anonymous" sources.
- Having survived gaslighting and abuse, she's a master at turning it around. If you confront her about a disappearance, she will look heartbroken. She will make you feel guilty for suspecting her.
"After all I've suffered, how could you think such a thing of me? Do you not trust me? I thought you were my hero."
Aurora
- Aurora's yandere nature is a product of her isolated upbringing, the magical manipulation of her life, and the literal splitting of her identity.
- Maleficent's curse and the fairies' solution taught her that love is not a choice; it's a destiny to be fulfilled. You are not a partner; you are her predetermined "true love." Resisting this fate is not an option she can comprehend.
- The peasant girl "Briar Rose" is the mask she uses to be close to you without the constraints of royalty. She may run away from the castle and find you as Rose, her personality more wild, impulsive, and possessive. As Princess Aurora, she is ethereal, distant, and regal, but her eyes follow you with an unsettling, knowing intensity.
- Her greatest fear is not death, but being asleep and powerless again—unable to watch over you, to ensure your devotion. If she feels you are pulling away, she might feign illness or a deep sleep, only to wake when you are a sobbing, apologetic mess at her bedside, having promised her your eternal love.
- She often seems detached from reality because, in a way, she is. Her actions don't feel entirely real to her. Making a potential rival simply... "vanish" feels like removing a bad dream. She’ll just wave her hand vaguely and say:
"The thorns took her. She won't trouble our dream anymore, my love."
- It's never directly her fault; it's just a tragic accident in the woods she loves so much.
Ariel
- Ariel's yandere nature is fueled by her obsessive curiosity, her tendency to view the human world as a collection of treasures, and the drastic, body-horror adjacent sacrifice she made for love.
- You are the crown jewel of her collection of human things. This makes her ownership feel absolute. How could she ever let go of the thing she paid for with her very essence?
- Her secret cave isn't filled with general human artifacts anymore. It's a shrine to you. It contains your discarded belongings, portraits she's commissioned, locks of your hair, the cup you drank from once—all meticulously collected and arranged. This is where she goes to indulge her obsession when you're busy with royal duties.
- Her inability to speak becomes a source of deep, paranoid anxiety. She can't ask you what you're thinking, can't verbally confront a rival, can't scream her love and possession. This silence forces her obsessions inward until they manifest in drastic, physical actions. She expresses her love through intense, clinging physical touch and her rage through silent, brutal efficiency.
- In her mind, the sea is hers to command. A potential rival invited on a boat trip? A sudden storm claims them. They're simply lost at sea. To Ariel, this isn't murder; it's a return to the natural order. She might even see it as a peaceful end, a beautiful sinking into the silent world she loves.
- Her greatest fear is you rejecting her world, the world she mutilated herself to join. If you ever tried to leave her, her love would curdle into a terrifying, vengeful despair. She wouldn't kill you. She'd drag you down to the depths, to a palatial prison in Atlantica where you could be together forever, whether you wanted to or not. You'd become the permanent centerpiece of her collection.
Belle
- Belle's yandere twist is intellectual and philosophical. She didn't just fall in love; she rationalized it, and she will use her formidable intelligence to justify keeping it.
- She frames her obsession not as madness, but as the logical conclusion of a great love story. She's read all the tales; this is how it's supposed to be. The Beast's possessiveness wasn't a red flag to her; it was a blueprint for true, all-consuming love.
- She knows everything. She has meticulously cross-referenced court schedules, servant gossip, and her own observations to create a perfect model of your daily life. Any deviation from the pattern—a sudden need to take a walk alone, a new maid you smile at—is flagged for her attention.
- She doesn't just remove rivals; she discredits them. She will use her knowledge of law, history, and psychology to fabricate a perfect story where the rival is a traitor, a spy, or mentally unstable. She presents the evidence with cool, calm logic, making their ruin seem like an unfortunate but necessary conclusion. She makes the court thank her for uncovering the threat.
- Her time taming the Beast convinced her that she alone can see the true soul beneath the surface. If you express a desire for freedom or space, she doesn't see it as your wish; she sees it as a symptom of you not understanding your own heart. She will lovingly, patiently restrict your choices "for your own good," until you agree with her version of reality.
- Her ultimate threat is isolation. If you defy her, she won't yell or scream. She will simply have you moved to the West Wing, with all the books you could ever want. You will have everything you need, except the company of anyone but her. She will visit daily for stimulating conversation, waiting for you to finally admit that her love is the only thing you truly need.
Jasmine
- Jasmine's yandere nature is a product of a lifetime of being told everything in the kingdom belonged to her—except her own freedom. Now that she has it, she believes you are her rightful property.
- She rejected suitors because they sought to own her. But she has chosen you, and therefore, by her new rules, she owns you. It's the ultimate inversion of the system she hated.
- She was raised as a ruler. If she wants something, it is hers. This sense of entitlement is absolute. Seeing you talk to another is not a betrayal of trust; it's a subject unlawfully touching royal property. And the punishment for theft is severe.
- Just as Rajah is fiercely protective and answers to no law but his own for her safety, Jasmine adopts the same feral, animalistic protectiveness over you. She doesn't just get jealous; she gets territorial. She will mark you with her scent (her perfume, a specific jewel she insists you wear) and see any rival as a predator encroaching on her claim.
- She has the power to make people disappear. A word to the guards, a whispered order to Jafar's less-scrupulous successors, and a rival is arrested on false charges of treason. The dungeons of Agrabah are deep, and the desert sands are vast and hungry. She is the princess; her word is law, and her actions are never questioned.
- Her entire arc was about escaping her gilded cage. The ultimate irony is that she would not hesitate to place you in one if you tried to leave. You showed her a whole new world, and that world belongs to the two of you alone. If you try to explore it without her, she will simply bring the world to you—in the form of a luxuriously appointed, heavily guarded palace wing where you can want for nothing, except your freedom.
Pocahontas
- Pocahontas's connection to the natural and spiritual world doesn't soften her obsession; it sanctifies it. Her love isn't just a feeling; it's a destiny written in the wind and the streams.
- The world itself is her confidant and her weapon. The wind whispers your whereabouts to her. The leaves rustle warnings about anyone who looks at you with interest. She doesn't need to spy; the entire world is her surveillance system, and it is utterly loyal to her.
- In her mind, your meeting wasn't chance; it was the work of the Grandmother Willow and the spirits. You are the answer to her prayers for guidance. To reject her is to reject the spirits themselves, an act of profound imbalance that must be corrected.
- She wouldn't see removing a rival as murder. It would be "removing a sickness," "weeding the garden," or "allowing the river to take its course." A rival might fall ill after being exposed to a rare plant, or have a hunting accident where the animals behave against their nature. The wilderness is unpredictable, and Pocahontas understands its rhythms perfectly.
- If you were to betray her, her rage would be as vast and untamable as the land itself. She would make the world forget you. The paths you walk would become overgrown. Your own people would find the land turning against them until they were forced to leave. She would erase you from her world completely, leaving you alone and exiled on the shores of a land that no longer wants you.
- Her love is all-encompassing and eternal. In life, you are hers. In death, your spirits would be forever entwined. This belief makes her actions in the present feel insignificant in the face of your eternal connection. What is one mortal life compared to forever?
Mulan
- Mulan's yandere nature is forged in the crucible of war. Her love is not a gentle emotion; it is a military campaign. You are her primary objective, and she will use every tactic, every ounce of her strength and cunning, to achieve total victory: your unwavering and exclusive devotion.
- She approaches love with a soldier's discipline and strategy. She has reconnaissance (knows your schedule), intelligence (understands your desires), and a primary objective (you). Any rival is an enemy combatant to be neutralized with extreme prejudice.
- Her entire story was about loyalty to her family. That loyalty has now been transferred entirely to you. She expects the same in return. Any perceived disloyalty—a glance, a compliment to another, a missed appointment—is a court-martial offense. The punishment is swift and efficient.
- She saved China for you. She endured pain, humiliation, and near-death for you. You owe her your life and your devotion. This debt is unpayable and absolute. The mere thought of you being ungrateful for her sacrifice is enough to send her into a cold, silent rage.
- On the training grounds, "accidents" happen. During a military campaign, the chaos of battle claims many lives. Who's to say if that arrow was from the enemy or a friendly bow? As a respected war hero, her word on such matters is beyond reproach.
- If you were to try and leave, she would "protect" you. She'd lock you in a secure, comfortable room, bringing you food and reading to you.
"It's too dangerous out there. I lost you once on the battlefield. I won't lose you again to your own poor judgment. I will keep you safe, even from yourself."
Tiana
- Tiana's obsession is born from a lifetime of relentless work and sacrifice. Her dream wasn't just a restaurant; it was a testament to her father's love and her own worth. You became part of that dream, and now the entire, fragile structure depends on your presence.
- Her father's gumbo, her restaurant, and you are all fused together in her mind as the recipe for her perfect life. Remove one ingredient, and the entire dish is ruined. You are not just her husband; you are a fundamental, structural component of "Tiana's Palace."
- She worked her fingers to the bone for this. She almost died for this. She sacrificed her youth, her social life, everything for her dream, which now includes you. To threaten that dream by showing interest in another is not just a betrayal; it's an attempt to demolish the monument she built with her blood, sweat, and tears. She will defend it with the same ferocity she used to build it.
- Her years in the service industry taught her how to clean up messes efficiently. A rival food critic who flirts with you might find a health inspector shutting down their establishment. A socialite might have her reputation shredded by expertly spread rumors, delivered by the gossipy dinner guests Tiana serves every night. She handles problems with practicality and brutal finality.
- There are sharp knives, boiling pots, and slippery floors. It would be a tragedy if a rival, perhaps one who insisted on touring the kitchen to meet the famous chef, were to have a terrible accident. So sad. Tiana would be devastated, of course, but the restaurant must go on.
- Her greatest fear is you becoming lazy or complacent, like Prince Naveen initially was. If you backslide, if you stop being the driven partner she built her dream with, her love will turn into a harsh, controlling discipline. She will micromanage your life, your schedule, your friendships, all under the guise of "helping you live up to your potential." She will work you as hard as she works herself, because the dream cannot have any weak links. The dream must be perfect.
i want to steal his gender, i want to wear his skin like it's my own.
Flying Carpet by Victor Mikhailovich Vasnetsov (1919, oil on canvas)
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