#mslabouff

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My muse is being hit on by someone they aren't interested in and are visibly uncomfortable. Send, "there you are, darling" for your muse to come and wrap their arm around mine's waist to guide them away. | accepting.

@mslabouff asked: "There you are, darlin'!" Charlotte drawls a little as she approaches. "I've been lookin' all over for ya."

As   both   Crown   Princess   and   the   living   embodiment   of   the   Sundrop,   Rapunzel   understood   the   importance   of   upholding   a   respectable   image,   especially   at   gatherings   such   as   these.   Though   some   watched   her   with   admiration   others   held   a   critical   gaze   that   bore   into   her.   Casting   judgement   as   if   she   were   perhaps   unworthy   of   these   titles.

Not   that   she   held   any   power   over   who   or   what   she   was   -   ....

It   was   a   heavy   weight   pon   her   dainty   shoulders   but   she   was   determined   to   prove   herself,   not   only   to   the   people   but   also   to   her   parents,   whom   she   was   still   just   getting   to   know.

Which   is   exactly   why   she   was   enduring   the   discomfort   of   this   conversation   with   a   neighboring   prince.   Since   the   two   had   begun   conversing   his   behavior   was   nothing   short   of   off-putting.

Though   all   she   could   do   was   grin   and   bear   it,   reassuring   herself   that   it   was   only   for   a   few   more   hours.   Those   were   her   initial   thoughts…   until   the   man   reached   out   to   touch   her   arm,   causing   her   to   recoil.   She   didn't   like   that   poisonous   look   in   his   dark   eyes   or   the   smirk   that   played   pon   his   chapped   lips.

She   intended   on   telling   him   to   leave   ...   but   was   suddenly   interrupted   by   a   dainty   arm,   coiling   around   her   waist.   Eyes   of   emerald   widened   as   she   turned   to   see   just   WHO   had   took   hold   of   her?   --   Only   to   be   met   with   the   elegant   countenance   of   Miss   Charlotte   La   Bouff.

It   didn't   take   long   for   the   Sun   Maiden   to   grasp   her   friend's   intentions,   she   was   helping   her   and   so,   with   little   hesitation,   she   played   along.

"I'm   sorry!   I   didn't   mean   to   keep   you   waiting."   she   exclaimed,   leaning   against   the   southern   belle's   shoulder.

Before   the   Prince   could   utter   a   single   word,   Rapunzel   was   dragged   off   -   much   to   her   relief   and   once   they   were   alone   ...   a   soft   sigh   fell   from   rose-petal   hued   lips.

"Thank   you,   Lottie   ...you   saved   me!   Another   second   and   I   would've   panned   him   ..."

[boombambaby]

@mslabouff asked: "You have the prettiest cheekbones of anyone I've ever seen!"

Emphasizes a pout in the hand mirror he's holding, glancing this way and that as he admires his profile from a variety of different angles. " They are pretty fantastic , aren't they ? " He agrees, blowing himself a kiss before turning to face her; but not before snapping for a servant to come fetch the mirror from him.

. . . What, he can't be expected to continue to hold it himself, can he ?

" --one of the many perks of being born perfect in every way, you know; though I don't have to tell you how hard it is to be pretty. That complexion of yours? almost flawless. "

[timeguardians]

"you know what i believe? strangers are just people i've never met." (any muse is fine!)

There is nothing disingenuous about the smile that blossoms upon Mia's countenance at the other's words. Fondness and warmth lend light to her eyes as they linger over the bubbly blonde. "You know, I've never heard that said." Yet, there is a truth embodied by those words. "There must be plenty of strangers here, then?" The brunette softly quips.

"Do you come often to these parties?" Mia softly questions. "I'm Mia. Mia Thermopolis Renaldi." She forgoes her newly established title of Princess of Genovia in favor of getting to know the other better. She pauses in order to let the other introduce herself. Her hand is clumsily offered to her current companion.

"Your dress, it's so pretty and--and clean. I must say you have fantastic taste." Mia not so smoothly offers as an invitation to speak. She truly means the compliment in full.

[prevailinghatred]

Your most likely personality style is:

Narcissistic

A grandiose over-valuation of self-worth and an extreme conviction of your own importance and uniqueness. The way you see it, you are entitled to admiration and affection by virtue of your intrinsic magnificence, and so you go through life expecting to be treated with reverent attention. You care little for others beyond what they can do for you and have little understanding of the concept of reciprocity. But you are not vindictive, because you perceive yourself to be entirely "above" the petty give-and-takes that others engage in. So long as the admiration which you feel is your due is forthcoming from others in some shape or form, you are contented and even benevolent.

Dissociality reflects disregard for the feelings, rights, or well-being of others. It includes manipulativeness, callousness, hostility, and a lack of remorse for harmful actions. Those high in Dissociality may exploit or harm others to achieve personal goals, showing limited empathy or concern for social norms. This facet aligns with traits observed in antisocial personality patterns, underscoring behaviors that prioritize self-interest at the expense of interpersonal harmony and ethical conduct.

Tagging: @nerdynanny for whomever, @mslabouff, @viciousbite for whomever, @tiris, @autobotmedic, @gladiatorspxrked, @tacticturn for Star, and whomever else that would like to!

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touch meme . send one to do to my muse . | accepting.

@mslabouff asked: 011.   pinkie promise .

Pinky   curled   around   Lottie’s,   sealing   a   silent   pact.   “We   tell   no   one   about   this…”   she   whispered,   her   emerald   eyes   darting   anxiously   toward   the   empty   tray   that   had   once   held   an   array   of   Tiana’s   carefully   baked   sweets.   Evidence   of   their   crime!   A   scolding   from   the   culinary   princess   was   inevitable   if   the   truth   was   ever   discovered.   But   really,   it   wasn’t   their   fault!   

The   treats   were   just   too   sweet   to   deny,   like   a   temptress's   beckon!   The   fault   really   lied   in   the   beignets!   Rapunzel   believed   that   wholeheartedly   ...   -   or   perhaps   she   clung   to   the   notion   as   a   way   to   absolve   herself   of   the   lingering   shame.

 “We’ll…   blame   it   on   Naveen”   she   said   with   a   mischievous   glint.

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Though   worry   still   tugged   at   Rapunzel’s   heart,   she   withheld   any   protest   against   Lottie’s   resolve   to   move   forward.   After   all,   if   the   attraction   seemed   too   much   for   her   dear   friend   to   take,   there   was   no   harm   in   them   turning   back.

As   they   waited   for   their   turn   on   the   enticing   coaster   the   Princess   listened   intently   to   Charlotte's   lively   musings,   It   seemed   she   was   striving   to   maintain   a   brave   front,   though   it   was   evident   that   anxiety   still   clung   to   her   every   word.

Maybe   she   should've   insisted   on   riding   the   carousel?

Time   passed   quickly   and   before   the   two   knew   it   they   were   at   the   front   of   the   line!   Emerald   eyes   gleamed   in   anticipation!   Now   that   they   were   this   close   she   could   feel   stirrings   of   excitement   bubbling   within   her,   a   fluttering   sensation   rising   in   her   stomach.

It   really   did   look   FUN.

However,   Lottie   still   appeared   to   be   struggling.   As   Rapunzel's   gaze   shifted   back   to   her,   she   noticed   her   friend   in   the   midst   of   a   heated   exchange   with   the   ride   operator.

"H-Hey   ...."   she   interjected   hesitantly.   "I   don't   think   this   boy   will   let   anything   happen   to   your   belongings   ...   besides"   and   then   she   gestured   upward   at   the   loop   of   the   ride.

“Even   if   you   sit   on   it   ....   your   clutch   mightttt   ...fall   out   -   ....are...   you   sure   you   want   to   risk   that?”

At the flash of warmth from the contact, Charlotte's heartbeat subsided from a hammer against cloth to a dull, soft thump. As she turned to her friend and took her hand, patting the latter's knuckles, she flashed a smile. However still uncertain, she insisted, "I'd hate for you to go all by yourself. We have to stick together! Besides: a woman's only as good as her intentions. The last thing I want is to ruin your trip."

Mustering another smile, Charlotte looped her arm through Rapunzel's and quietly urged her forward. As they waited, she made great work of rummaging through her clutch every few minutes, hands feeling faint and clammy and stomach once more turning into a writhing pile of worms. Between remarks on the cooperative weather, the lucrative wisdom of the park's establishment, pointing out which parts of the beach the stilt-legged camps used to occupy then explaining they'd been demolished to make room for the seawall, and sharing what her father had told her of plans for greater infrastructure, Charlotte was so pleased to believe she'd been consummate in distracting her own trepidation as to feel very capable of facing her fate—until the train squealed to a halt and all the occupants vacated. Her feet rooted to the spot and her mouth went dry as dread raked its cold nails down her limbs. She twisted her clutch. Only when the operator stepped forward and extended his arm in invitation did she stagger onto the platform, the she turned and watched as he hooked the chain back onto the post, signaling the end of their queue.

Charlotte chewed her lip, digging her teeth deep not the flesh, and her heart once more assumed an angry pound. Her feet felt like cement blocks and dragged her toward the train as the operator came forward and reached for her clutch.

"No!" barked Charlotte with more heat than she meant to, jerking her purse out of reach. "I'm not puttin' it in that bin. It's filthy!"

"Ma'am—"

"Sh! Don't 'ma'am' me. What do I look like, the lil' ol' biddy in the shoe? Dontchu—"

The question died on Charlotte's lips as the exhausted plea for mercy in the young man's face—he couldn't have been older than sixteen, and was likely there against his will—brought a surge of heat and compunction to hers. Never had she felt so ridiculous as she did just then, making such a production, and she didn't dare answer the energy of every captive eye on either side. How many other petulant people had this poor thing been forced to reason with? If he was to be given any relief, it fell to her to dispense it.

Charlotte swept her curls back into place, willing herself to composure as she offered an apology then stated, "I'll just sit on it, if that's what you're worried about." The operator opened his mouth but Charlotte countered abruptly, "An' if I can't, well...I suppose I'll have to sit this one out. But I'm not puttin' in that bin, you hear? Someone's liable to grab it an' then I'll have to file a police report, an' then I'll—"

[timeguardians]

making you the patron saint of something

Muse: Brianna Wayne

patron saint of lost faith

patron saint of leaving it by the roadside. patron saint of it slipping out of your fingers. patron saint of searching and searching. patron saint of yearning for it back. patron saint of scraping your fingers down to the bone trying to hold onto it. patron saint of losing it anyway. saint of lost faith. not the saint of getting it back.

Tagging: @palaceofmuses @backedagainstthewall @fallsekings @starspangledsteve @givenpath @mslabouff @diiisplxced @caebrera (& your other oc, forgive me, I forgot her url) @brotherhoodwarlord @legends-and-savages @forcechoosen @forcenexus

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Hello   this   is   an   indie   RP   blog   for   Princess   Rapunzel   of   both   the   2010   movie   'tangled'   and   the   2017   tv   series   RTA.   (canon   divergent)   originally   created   in   2019.

written   by   Flora   she/her.   21+    MDNI

Sweet   sunbeams   /   affiliates.

@saheira - Jasmine. Exclusive. @islesheir - Prince Hans Main. @emptinas - Vanitas. Main @pomniegranate - Pomni. Main @mslabouff - Charlotte La Bouff. Mains. @moonfroze - Jack Frost. Aff @keepmovinjunior - Megara Aff. @guidingkey - Sora aff.

@musemelodies (All muses hehe) aff. @seachant - Ariel. aff. @bornofthedawn - Aurora aff. @boombambaby - Kuzco aff.

@verreprincesse - Cinderella. aff . @aamaranthiine - Lady Amalthea Aff @wispfated - Merida aff.

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Her   dainty   palm   rested   gently   against   the   southern   belle’s   back,   an   unspoken   gesture   of   comfort.   "What??   No!   Lottie,   no!   You're   not   ruining   my   day,   in   fact..   you've   made   it   better   by   bringing   me   here."   Rapunzel   didn't   absolutely   HAVE   to   ride   the   coaster,   she   was   more   than   happy  to   simply   bask   in   the   warm   presence   of   her   dear   friend.

"If   you   want   to   give   it   a   shot,   we   can   -   but   if   you'd   rather   not-   we   don't   have   to.   I'd   hate   to   make   you   feel   stressed   or   uncomfortable   and   ruin   YOUR   day   ....   just   over   a   silly   ride..."

A few odd looks drifted in their direction, and in an usual stroke of timidity Charlotte turned from them, the wide brim of her hat doing her the kindness of shielding her face at an angle. The hand fluttered again; whether in dismissal or reassurance, it was unclear.

"No, no. I-I told myself I need to get over it sooner or later...Besides, there's no fun ridin' it by yourself. Gimme a minute."

Hand still to her stomach, Charlotte drew several deep, centering breaths into her lungs and focused on the horizon beyond the fairgrounds. Oxygen gradually returned to her brain and she closed her eyes. The warm scents of buttery popcorn and roasted peanuts wafted on the little breeze as it caressed her skin. —Heights were one thing; this unmitigated tendency to make matters about herself, however...

"I'm sorry, Zellie," came her tiny voice. "I feel like I'm ruinin' your day!"

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Though   Rapunzel   was   mesmerized   by   the   exhilarating   attraction,   her   friend's   emanating   discomfort   did   not   go   unnoticed.   Worried   gaze   shifted   back   to   Lottie,   whose   demeanor   had   grown   akin   to   that   of   a   frightened   kitten.

"Lottie?"   her   head   canted   to   the   side,   brow   furrowing.   "S-Sorry...   I   didn't   realize   you   were   that   scared?"   immediate   guilt   washed   over   her,   she   hadn't   intended   to   pressure   her   into   this.

"We   don't   have   to   go   on   if   you   don't   want   to...."   she   offered,   smile   tinged   with   a   hint   of   sheepishness.   "there's   -"   and   then   she   paused,   eyes   squinting   in   search   of   a   ride   they   could   both   enjoy.   "Ah,   there's   a   carousel"   she   exclaimed,   pointing   excitedly.   "We   could   go   on   that?"

"Oh, dear God—oh, Jesus. I think I'm gonna be sick!"

Immediately following the lurch forward, another glance at the steep drop of the first hill drained the blood from her head. Her eyes frantically searched the stream of the crowd, registering none of the faces. Warmth flushed over her like mist, making her feel light, and her stomach twisted into a bramble of knots as her feet rooted to the concrete. She feebly and rapidly fluttered her hand toward the concession stand, bracing the other against her stomach as if to keep it in place.

"Oh, I-I-I think I see some cotton candy over there hangin'—"

How could she have labored under the delusion fear was rational enough to be conquered?

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Lottie's   exasperated   "All   right"   was   all   the   energetic   blonde   needed   to   hear.   Her   emerald   gaze   locked   onto   the   exciting   ride.   totally   entranced.

"I've   never   seen   anything   move   like   that!"   she   exclaimed,   eyes   wide!   "It   looks   soooo   fast!   and   I   bet   it's,   reaaallly,   reaallyy   fun!"

Her   grin   widened  as   she   bounced   on   her   feet!   "Come   on,  come   onnn.   let's   go   before   the   line   gets   bigger"

And   then   -   without   even   waiting   for   a   response,   she   grasped   her   friend's   hand   ....eagerly   pulling   her   toward   the   attraction.

"Oh, all right!" The New Orleans twang carried that vowel. Charlotte huffed and flashed her gaze at the eyesore of the old wooden coaster. A train of cars rattled as it dipped then swirled around the corner, zipping behind the grate of weathered beams. Scattered shrieks died on the air.

"Goodness! You'd think I was your daddy the way you pout. I told you I'n like them things. They fling you all around an' make you sick an' give you a headache. Wouldn't you like somethin' a little less violent, cher?"