OLIVE 🦐💕

hii! i'm Oli! or Olive, some other people call me Xia which is fine too

i am a follower of hellenistic polytheism and I'm beginning to worship more gods!!! Mainly

Apollo Hermes Dionysus Aphrodite Artemis Iris Hypnos Persephone/kore Hades __________________________ i also honour the Ladies Leto, Hestia and Demeter

feel free to ask questions about them even tho im pretty new to hellenism!!!

_____________________________ I am a MINOR. MINORRRR RAHHHHH, so no nsfw comments, media, or messages will be shared i will block and report faster than disney lost their taste. EXCEPT IN TWISTED WONDERLAND I LOVE TWISTED WONDERLAND RARRARARARRAR

(Linking directly to a word wasn't working so here is the link!!) Prologue: https://www.tumblr.com/xiaxiaoo/817848233949822976/𝚊-𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎-𝚋𝚢-𝚊𝚗𝚢-𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛-𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎-prologue A03: https://archiveofourown.org/works/85682801/chapters/227155731

On the walk you had the chance to observe Wonderland, the strangest place you’ve ever been. Trees that smelled like fresh cinnamon, spiky green leaves dropping cream covered strawberries. A family of mussels waddled by like ducks in a street. The ginger chatted endlessly with the green haired man, occasionally directing a comment your way. He had a voice similar to a river, it flowed on like a gentle stream or melody. Although you struggled to hear it over the constant whispers and talking of someone else. Flowers, tulips, roses, lilies all lining the pathway gossiping about this and that. “Alice is back!” “Did you hear?” “The Queen will be very happy” “Why did she leave?” “Did they have a fight?” “I heard that she ran away” Each word and story transformed more and more the longer it was passed on, like a floral game of telephone. Again and again, though, that same name ‘Alice’. It’s what the cat man called you, and the ginger too. Speaking of the eccentric boy, he suddenly stopped in his tracks. You and the green haired man paused shortly after. The green haired boy turned to his fellow guard and raised an eyebrow. “Something wrong, Cater?” The ginger boy you now knew as ‘Cater’ turned to you, his face more serious and tense. “Where were you?” You jolted back a little, surprised by the question and unsure how to answer. A few moments of silence and stuttering and you replied. “Uhm.. in a big wooden room, with a piece of cake on a table and this drink and they were-” “No no, like where did you go? After the game you just disappeared.” Game? Now, you either had amnesia or a secret twin named Alice. While weighing the possibilities, the other man broke your train of thought. “Rid-The Queen, has been more… irritable since you left. I can keep him calm to a point, but he does need you, Alice. I don’t think he could lose you again.” You blinked at him, at this point you were frustrated. You had fallen god knows how far, your entire body had grown and shrunk, you were in this strange land that felt like you had eaten some of the mushrooms on the ground and now people were calling you Alice and assuming you had these memories. “I’m not Alice.” You replied, quietly but firmly. The man raised an eyebrow at you before sighing and shaking his head like a disappointed mother. “Alice, I know you get tired of him… but you need to stop running away and pretending you don’t know him. It's much safer in the palace.” “Even if it’s where all the death happens-” Cater interjected, earning a glare from the other. Cater responded with a nervous chuckle. You didn’t make a comment and the green haired boy didn’t seem to know what to say (aka the writer has no motivation right now) so you all kept walking. Eventually the wildflowers and tangled trees gave way to neatly trimmed paths and sprawling hedge mazes beyond Victorian gates and an ornate palace . Guards standing by gaped at you slightly and bowed, opening the gates. Muttering about Alice again. You huffed under your breath in annoyance before the breath was stolen right back out in a gasp. A white cement fountain rested in front of the entrance, carvings of card suits, staff, and beautiful waves of design all intricately in the gaps of the fountain. Crystalline water sprouted and made cool running sounds down the cement as it glistened in the bright sun. There was a porcelain path beneath your feet, every shoe landing on it was like a clink of glass. “Curiouser and curiouser…” You muttered to yourself.

Surrounding each side of the castle was a cacophony of green bushy mazes, pruned hedges all lined with blood red roses. Though a few remained stubbornly white. The maze seemed to expand around the entire estate, you wondered why might they be used? Not for protection, you could just go through the front gates. Maybe an odd form of decoration. They did mention a Queen, maybe she enjoys niche design. The front entrance had clean, polished steps a deep crimson colour with white edges. And the door, a door shape you’d never quite seen before. A big red heart shape surrounded two doors of mahogany. The architect was certainly creative. The entire palace seemed to be a blend of Victorian British housing and odd shapes and colours. Although the pattern of hearts and roses continued so there was possibly a method to the madness.

 As the two men opened the wooden doors for you and you stepped onto the plush velvet carpet you were certain your jaw may fall off. It was unlike any place you had ever visited, not in real life nor your most creative dreams. There was a shining white floor with subtle card suit patterns littering it. The carpet was soft and squishy but shone like the floor beside it under the warm overhanging lights. A gold trim lined the carpet as did a simplified rose pattern. Dark polished cabinets and wardrobes that tilted and waved. Portraits with detailed golden frames in peculiar shapes and sizes depicting fantasy scenes. A caterpillar as blue as the deep ocean, perched upon a rock and was he… smoking? Another depicted a young woman with sunlight blonde hair standing behind a wooden lectern with a serious expression looking up at someone. An ebony black bow graced her head and she wore a bright blue dress and apron. Taking a second look at her outfit and you realised this mystery woman wore the same outfit as you! Or at least quite similar. Maybe this was the Alice they spoke of? How could they though? Sure you wore the same ensemble but you weren’t identical. Looking at more portraits there was one of the cat man you had met before lounging in a tree with a cheeky smirk upon his lips. Each portrait had a carved description below it though the rough cursive and lack of contrast made it hard to read.  You finally noticed you had slowed down when Cater whistled from in front of you and gave a wave and a smile, a slightly passive aggressive sign to keep moving. You flushed slightly and gave a quick jog to reach him so you could keep walking. Eventually you reached a large set of double doors, once again the two men opened them for you before the green haired one stepped forward. He pushed his rectangular glasses up his face and cleared his throat. Your eyes trailed from him to a small figure at the head of a large table.

You almost mistook the boy for a woman at first. He had a youthful soft face, pale like he had never basked in the sun. Red locks framed his face. Saturated like a ripe strawberry. He wore a ruffled blouse covered by a crimson waistcoat. A red rose tucked into one side of the collar. A white skirt parting at the middle rested at his hips and trailed down to his high heeled boots that only just reached the floor. A crown of gold rested slightly tilted on his head diagonal from two heartshaped strands of hair. His head was held high but the crown seemed to weigh down on him. He looked so small, so young, how old was he? You’ve heard old stories of royal children taking up thrones at very young ages due to family deaths, maybe that was the case. His large eyes were closed against his cheeks, you noticed slight bags under the powered skin. Everyone in the room was tense, like they were frightened of the man at the table. But how? He looked so fragile, so tired. Sympathy seeped into your bones for a boy you hadn’t even met. He held a porcelain cup of tea and a saucer between his gloved fingers, though he never drank from it.

The green haired guard stepped forward as every eye peered at you, at your face and clothes, your structure your whole being. Like each detail was up to the scrutiny of all that could see. It felt awful. You were being torn apart from eyes and silent judgement. Your face felt hot, suddenly on the verge of tears. Blinking them back you glanced back toward The boy and the green haired man.

“Your majesty…” He addressed formally, nodding his head in respect. “We have found a very important someone. Alice is here.” The room bursted into whispers, ‘is that Alice? Is she really? She's home…’ The tears came forward again. Though the orchestra of gossip was shattered when the boy dropped his teacup. Sending white shards and liquid all over the handcarved table. His eyes widened in shock. Wide as saucepans, deep stormy grey eyes that held so many memories, so much pain. Those stormy eyes shot towards you as he fixated his gaze on your appearance, mouth slightly agape as that of a goldfish. His bottom lip quivered, you thought you may both start sobbing on the spot. He paid no mind to the wet tea seeping into the wood or the fragments of a broken cup below his hands. His gaze so utterly set on you felt so much more powerful and agonising than the many from before. In a small hushed voice he whimpered out, “My Darling, Alice?”

this is part one in a series I'm also posting on A03!!! The concept is reader gets transported to each Disney story as a new character. also the housewardens are in love with them have fun byeeee

You felt the cool rush of air up your ribs, like when your stomach falls during a rollercoaster. The pounding in your ears was evident and travelled all the way up to your temples then back down to your neck. What was happening? You couldn’t remember. Falling off a rollercoaster, a plane, did you jump off something? Maybe this was just that feeling of falling before you wake up again. It wasn’t. Fortunately, you didn’t hit the ground and snap your spine. Instead- a breeze fluttered up the fabric of your clothes. Speaking of, finally opening your eyes and looking down your clothes weren't the same as before. Baby blue fabric, floating gently above your thighs, a dainty white apron settling on top. You had stripy socks and snug Mary Jane shoes that would definitely give you a blister later. 

Finally looking around you, a huge round room with dark oak walls and an ornate glass table surrounds you. Upon the table sat a square of fluffy sponge cake, beside it a neat glass bottle with some swirling liquid. They both had notes attached. Dusting yourself off and stumbling to your feet, you hobbled over to the table, still dizzy from the long fall. After what felt like a stomach tumbler, you didn’t quite feel like a meal, though… you weren’t sure the last time you ate. Taking the small slice of cake into your fingers, you read the note beside it.

‘Eat me’

“Well, I sure hope this isn’t poison,” you mumbled to yourself. Taking a bite, the cake was moist and fluffy with swirled buttercream frosting. It was slightly cold against your tongue, and felt surprisingly refreshing. Taking another bite until there was only a third of the cube left, you felt your lips start to tingle. Wondering if you might be allergic, you put the cake down. Maybe it was poison. Soon your body began to change, and you felt yourself shrinking, your clothes becoming bigger and bigger until they were too large for your own body. You stood in the pile of now enormous seeming clothes. What kind of poison was this? Now you had to figure out how to get back to normal, being the size of a literal mouse was not an ideal vacation for the rest of your life. Looking back up to the glass table, there was another thing– the bottle! You were pretty sure the bottle was also glass, so you couldn’t rock the table. You walked over to the ornate leg of the table and began to climb it. After a lot of panting and some sharp breaths… you made it to the top and walked across the thick glass to reach the bottle. You slowly tipped it towards you and uncorked the bottle, taking a few sips you began to grow and grow back to your normal size. You sigh, dressing yourself back in the clothes you appeared in. One panel of the wall was a large glass pane, so you smoothed out the outfit and took a look at yourself. Blue puffed sleeves around your shoulders with a highwaisted playsuit. A pristine white pinafore flowing gently in front of the shorts. You had a black headband with a little bow in your hair, it was cute, you guessed… but a little childish. Behind you was a big door with a golden lavishly decorated handle. The metal felt cold against your hand as you turned it downwards. As the door opened, your eyes blinked a few times, unable to comprehend the scene. Yeah, yeah, sure, you had just consumed magical cake and drink that grew and shrunk you but… arguably, this was more wild. Mushrooms the size of trees, carnations with faces– talking to one another! A million signs on every tree ‘up’, ‘down’, ‘here’, ‘that way’! The flowers were huge and the trees were small, a stream of water wormed through the air, fish diving in and out! The fish were made out of paper or covered in card symbols. It was… wondrous, almost deliciously mad! So many smells, sights, sounds. The clash of overwhelm and the craving to see more battled itself in your mind as you stared in shock. A twinkling sound and a mischievous chuckle interrupted your gaping. Looking up towards the sound, a tree and a… mouth? A smiling mouth, just in the air all by itself. Bizarre, but really how more shocked can you get? Soon enough a figure appeared around the mouth, a pale fellow with choppy lilac hair. He had two sharp cat ears poking up from his head, decorated with clips and earrings mirroring the signs you had seen on the tree. His eyes were a piercing gaze of vibrant yellow, though somehow the smile was still freaking you out more. “Nyeheh~ What do we have here, hmmm? A little stray back to the litter. Curiosity killed the cat, Alice,” he mused, a sing-song tone floating about his voice.

What was it that he said? Alice? Who in this mad mushroom forest is Alice? The man snickered at your dumbfounded look. He draped himself over the branch, resting his chin on his arms as a purple tail flicked back and forth and his feet swayed in the air. Working up the courage, you shakily forced the sound out of your throat. “Who are you? And who is Alice?” 

The cat man paused before chuckling under his breath again.

“Oh, Alice, well.. It seems they’re coming now- that's my cue to leave! See you up, here or there~” And with that, his body disappeared into bright saturated pink ribbons. What a weird guy. Wait, who are they? Why are they coming? Probably should’ve asked for help. You sigh and look around when the sound of footsteps appear in your ears. Two men in white suits are climbing a circular hill to your side. One had ginger hair, the bangs pulled back into a ponytail. He had pale green eyes with a red diamond mark underneath the right eye. The other had dark mossy green hair, short and scruffed, his eyes a warm mustard colour and a black clover under his left one. He wore a white fedora with yellow and black slanted stripes on the ribbon. The two men both eyed you, the ginger smiled while the others' features softened and his body seemed to relax. The man in the fedora stepped forward and extended a pale hand.

“Alice, there you are. The Queen is looking for you.”

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