#muffy tangled au

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[image ID: a digital drawing of Buffy and Marty as Rapunzel and Eugene from Tangled. Marty is tied to a chair with Buffy's extremely long hair, while she threateningly wields a frying pan at him. The background is a screenshot of the interior of Rapunzel's tower.]

“Who are you? And how did you find me?”

So a while ago I drew a quick sketch of muffy Tangled au and I really liked the idea so I revisited it and added more detail, color, and a real background for once lol

I got way too carried away and wrote this whole thing how this au would go down. It’s not a fic per se,,,,since fics require full sentences,,,,but it’s something.

I do not recommend reading if you haven’t seen Tangled, because I skipped over a lot of context and at a few points abandoned actual words for emojis.

This is trash but if literally one person tells me to draw the full line up of characters I’ll do it

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[captainkippen]

fic title game: woven together but standing apart

i’d do a soulmate au about the read thread of fate!! probably a muffy one.their souls are tied together by a red thread. it may get tangled or knotted along the way, but it will never break

[artificialqueens]

satisfaction guaranteed (kameronx aquaria/muffy x dyslexa) - dyslexaaa

a/n: this is a request for the breastworld au for Muffy/Dyslexa. It’s literally just pwp smut, so I hope that’s ok ;;;; anyways, Muffy and Dyslexa are both cis women in this (or Dyslexa was manufactured to be one lol), though I don’t know if it was specified in the skit if they were supposed to be women or drag queens. I hope everyone enjoys and if anyone has any constructive criticism please send it my way! thanks!

Dyslexa was, above all else, beautiful.

She seemed to move in slow motion above Muffy, hair moving gracefully with her as she rolled her hips forward and backwards in smooth motions. Her blonde hair, stil crimped, appeared like it would be smooth to the touch despite her ceaseless bouncing. Muffy mused that she could run her fingers through it now and there would be no tangles or knots. Amazingly, her face was a bright pink color, cheeks forming a rosy gleam as she bounced up and down. Her forehead had a pretty shine to it, indicating that she was sweating.

It was hard to believe this girl was really a robot.

Dyslexa bit her lip when Muffy moved her hips up to meet the downward grind of her hips, breath hitching a little. Muffy moved her hands to Dyslexa’s hips, giving them a squeeze as she repeated the motion. Her skin was smooth, flushed pink, and Muffy had the sudden urge to blemish it.

“Ah- please,” Dyslexa sighed, tilting her head up. The robotic warble in her voice had all but vanished, Muffy noticed.

“I know,” Muffy mumbled, “me, too.”

The toy strapped to her hips was working wonders. Dyslexa had produced it after coming into Muffy’s room, explaining that it was state of the art entertainment equipment provided by the resort.

“We are a gay resort,” she had said, “and as a state of the art hostess, it is my job to ensure you are satisfied with your stay.”

Each time Dyslexa rolled her hips, sparks were sent up Muffy’s spine - she could actually feel how wet Dyslexa was, how warm she was around the toy. Dyslexa’s breasts bounced with her as smoothly as her hair did, and her nipples were a gorgeous pale pink. They were erect, a sure sign of how aroused she was. Muffy lifted a hand from the girl’s hip and squeezed one of her breasts, rolling her nipple between her thumb and forefinger. In response, Dyslexa smiled and moaned appreciatively.

She could hardly believe how well engineered the hostess was.

“You are going to make me cum,” Dyslexa moaned, bottoming out while Muffy groaned and tilted her head back. She had her reservations about engaging in this activity with Dyslexa, but any doubt had been thrown out of her mind and replaced with stars that flashed behind her eyes each time the hostess engulfed the toy. “Please,” Dyslexa panted, “please, touch me. Touch me more.”

Muffy needn’t be told twice.

The hand gripping the girl’s breast traveled down her chest, nails brushing across her navel. She dipped her finger into the android’s belly button, smiling at the fact that she had one at all. It showed just how well she was built. Dyslexa shivered as Muffy’s hand traveled lower, just above where her labia began. Dyslexa whimpered once, and that was all the motivation Muffy needed not to tease her.

Moving her hand down all the way, Muffy’s thumb brushed against an erect bundle of nerves and Dyslexa squeaked and tossed her head back. Muffy could hardly contain the groan that escaped her - of course the girl had a fully functioning clit.

“Muffy, please,” Dyslexa panted, her bouncing becoming more frantic, “please, oh please!”

Muffy nodded, moving her hips up as best as she could while rubbing her thumb in circles over Dyslexa’s clit. The girl was doing most of the work, and Muffy couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. Not guilty enough, however, to flip the girl over and fuck her like she deserved.

That, Muffy mused with a blissful smile, would be reserved for another day.

Quickly, she felt her orgasm building as Dyslexa rode the toy with abandon.

“Oh, Dyslexa,” Muffy moaned, and the robot obligingly reached a hand down to grope one of Muffy’s own breasts. She rolled the dark rosey nipple between her fingers, and Muffy began to tremble. She had been trying to keep her voice down in case Viv was awake in the next room, but Muffy hardly cared anymore.

“I am going to cum,” Dyslexa warned her, gasping and twitching, “please make me cum, Muffy.”

“Yes,” Muffy gasped, “yes, please cum- I’m cuming, too-”

Dyslexa let out a beautifully girlish gasp as she came around the toy, erupting into giggles as she trembled above Muffy. The sight of her in bliss, and the fact that Muffy could actually feel her pulsing around the toy, pushed her over the edge of her own orgasm, and she came throbbing under Dyslexa. Muffy bucked her hips and groaned as her orgasm rippled through her, feeling it travel up her hips and into her belly. She hadn’t - if ever - had an orgasm like that in years.

After letting the waves of pleasure wash over her, Muffy sighed and closed her eyes. She felt Dyslexa pull herself off the toy after composing herself and gently rubbed her hands along the straps holding the toy to Muffy.

“May I ask how satisfied you are with your stay?” Dyslexa asked, the robotic chord returning to her voice. Muffy opened her eyes again and smiled at the robot.

“Extremely,” she mumbled, “but I would be more satisfied if you’d stay the night with me.”

Dyslexa tilted her head to the side in thought and then smiled. Her blonde hair bounced as she did, seemingly more shiny than before.

“I would be happy to.”

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Day 28 AU ficlet dog walker

Day 28 Dog Walking AU

This is another very weak fill; I’m sorry. Only four more to go, but I’ve been putting more work into them so I hope to have them up by Friday.

Ichigo didn’t mind his part-time job, per se, but it definitely wasn’t his favorite. He wasn’t particularly fond of dogs, but answering the ad to become a dog-walker gave him extra spending money as well as the chance to be outside more.

It wasn’t awful. It was just the dogs themselves that made it difficult. Muffy, Buffy, Luffy and Huffy were the prize Chihuahuas of the Byakuya Kuchiki family, and every single one of them was a menace. Together with the two Shiba Inu belonging to Rukia, the daughter of the Kuchiki family, they kept Ichigo’s hands full.

They went in six different directions simultaneously. The Chihuahuas tried to fight anyone and any other dog that came within range. They loved to bark and charge at bicycles. They went batshit over joggers. They tried to kill Ichigo at least once a week in a concentrated effort of tripping, biting and attempted mauling. They managed to work up the Shiba Inu into a state nearly every day. And they peed about every two feet in order to mark their territory—which incidentally was every single inch they could see.

The only times they acted calmer was when Rukia’s fiance stayed with them, and his big dog, a mix of a dozen different dogs but definitely including pitbull and retriever, was so laidback and sweet. He merely panted at Ichigo and tried to sneak kisses when Ichigo wasn’t looking. He loved everyone and everything and put up with the unruly behavior of the tiny dogs with good-natured amusement. Ichigo would have taken him home in a minute.

As it was, Ichigo had to strap on harnesses, avoid piranha-like teeth, ignore the vicious growls and grumbles, untangle the leads, and get them all out the door. When the weather was cold, Byakuya demanded fuzzy coats on the dogs, and when it rained, Ichigo had to brave more chomping to pull on raincoats with hoods.

He really needed to demand a raise. In the meantime, he took leisurely strolls to the Byakuya-approved dog park with the manic mutts and cleaned up after them.

Of course the dogs didn’t always cooperate, but Ichigo figured it was good training for strength and endurance. And picking up after them taught...what? Patience? Humiliation?

The worst/best part of his day was getting to the dog park. Just outside the entrance to the park was a garage specializing in motorcycles, and every single time they trooped past, one of the mechanics was always outside smoking.

It actually made Ichigo wonder if the big blue-haired bastard even worked, since he also seemed to just happen to be standing outside the garage bays.

Ichigo was afraid it might have something to do with the very first day he’d been trying to wrangle all the dogs and had gotten tripped up in the tangles of leashes and little dogs yipping past his ankles. He’d wiped out right in front of the garage and twisted himself to avoid falling on any animals. Then he’d lain there and gotten nipped by one and licked in the face by two others.

Uproarious laughter from the open garage door made him struggle quickly to his feet, but he’d refused to look around. Ichigo had just clicked and cursed at the dogs and gotten them mostly all moving in the same general direction, down the street and away.

The next day it was drizzling, and Byakuya’s housekeeper presented Ichigo with a note that contained explicit instructions. He had to wrestle the dogs into rain coats, never mind that he didn’t even have a hood on his own jacket. The housekeeper silently offered him an umbrella, but seriously, how was he going to use that along with the leashes of seven dogs.

And he found out that picking up after them was worse in the rain, especially when the one Shiba Inu almost strangled him when the leash got around his neck while he was bent over and it pulled him onto his ass in a puddle.

So he was dripping, sore and frustrated already when he tried to get the dogs to the park.

Unfortunately, one of the motorcycles was just leaving the garage, and the owner tested its engine with hard revving before they screeched out.

The dogs went insane, the Shibas running around his legs, twisting the leashes. The Chihuahuas had banded together to declare war and rage against the machine. They vibrated and lifted into the air with the force of their homicidal barks. The mutt just sat down and scratched his ear.

More laughter came from the garage, and this time, Ichigo spared a second to glare in its direction as he called out to the dogs and tried to get them moving again before his anger turned to mortification.

That went on for weeks, and Ichigo lived for the days when he could hurry the dogs past the garage without anything more than a catcall from the hot blue-haired mechanic.

Ichigo wasn’t sure when he’d started thinking of him as “hot,” but it might have been on one particularly steamy day when the guy happened to have his overalls unzipped low and shrugged his arms out of the top. He just also happened to not be wearing a shirt underneath the overalls, and Ichigo had had to apologize to Muffy repeatedly when he stepped right on her paw because he was so distracted.

Then one day, the mechanic wasn’t standing up by the garage bays but was working on a bike in the parking lot. Ichigo covertly admired the muscles bunching in his back since he had his overalls pushed down and only a tank top on.

The dogs saw him and immediately spotted new prey, pulling so hard against the harnesses that the leads jerked in Ichigo’s hands. When they swarmed toward the man, he stood up, unfolding himself slowly until he loomed over the tiny dogs.

The man hissed at them, fucking hissed like a 6-foot something giant cat, showing teeth and everything. The dogs skidded to a halt, barreling into each other, and one yelped.

“How’d you do that?” Ichigo asked in wonder.

The smile also showed a hint of teeth. “You just have to let them know you’re the alpha. And you won’t put up with their shit.”

“Yeah,” Ichigo bristled at the implication that he was less than an alpha, whatever the hell that meant, “well you sound like a big cat.”

The guy walked up to him, right through the pack of terrified dogs, the smallest of which got behind Ichigo. He leaned over to Ichigo’s ear and said, “Meow.”

“You’re a freak. Come on, guys,” Ichigo turned and tried to make a dramatic exit that was completely ruined by the dogs behind him trying to scurry away while Zabimaru stood still in front of the guy and wagged his tail enthusiastically.

Ichigo left a note for the Kuchikis suggesting another dog park, even though it was halfway across town.

Fingers crossed, he found out the next afternoon that Byakuya was stuck in his ways and insisted on him taking the darlings to the same park they ruthlessly terrorized. Ichigo girded his lions and obeyed.

At least the sun was shining, and the dogs seemed more interested in sniffing out the fresh air after the rain than chasing after debris and garbage. He got them down to the last block without as much hassle as before and really hoped they would just march on past the garage.

A low but piercing whistle drew his attention to the garage where the cat man was standing and smoking. Two of the Chihuahuas started barking, but the others all ignored him except for the mutt who offered another tail wag.

“You’ve got them trained now,” he yelled. “Maybe you could hook ‘em to a wagon, let them pull you.”

Ichigo switched around the leashes so he could free up a middle finger to give the man and proceeded without further comment.

That summed up their interactions for a while. They guy would stand and watch, sometimes taunt them. Ichigo would either ignore him or occasionally favor him with an obscene gesture, if the dogs really had him frustrated.

When it got cooler, Ichigo had to wrestle and dodge teeth and hold onto squirmy bodies to put on little fuzzy sweaters.

The mechanic hooted with laughter when he saw them coming. “You ever do anything besides walk these ‘dogs’?” he called out.

Ichigo was offended by the air quotes.  “What do you think they are?”

“Rats in coats,” he said promptly. “The big red one’s not too bad. But I’m not a dog person.”

“You’re definitely a cat,” Ichigo agreed, and the guy just grinned at him.

Ichigo worked on witty comebacks that night, but it figured that the mechanic wasn’t there the next day. Ichigo was able to take a deep breath and didn’t have to hunch his shoulders as he let the dogs pull him past the garage.

They even had a relatively uneventful time at the dog park, and they were all calm enough to walk home without incident. Ichigo got all the dogs unhitched and the water bowls filled and left.

He was walking down the street from Byakuya’s building when a motorcycle zoomed past then braked hard and did a U-turn much to the displeasure of the cars coming the other way.

It pulled illegally up to the curb where Ichigo was walking, and idled until he reached it. “Wanna ride?” the blue-haired mechanic asked as he took off his helmet.

“No,” Ichigo almost shouted when he saw who it was.

“You don’t like bikes?”

“Yeah, no, I just don’t like you.”

“I’m hurt.” The mechanic turned off the engine and sat there holding his helmet. Ichigo thought that he didn’t look very wounded. But he was looking Ichigo up and down. “So you’re not just the dog nanny?”

“I’m a dog walker,” Ichigo corrected then wondered why the hell he even cared.

“Whatever,” the mechanic reached behind himself and unstrapped another helmet before offering it to Ichigo. “You sure you don’t wanna ride somewhere? You like coffee?”

Ichigo blinked at he non sequitur but said, “I like coffee.”

“Get on. I know a good place.”

Ichigo’s reluctance had more to do with the broad back and the narrow hips he’d have to hold on to rather than any innate fear of motorcycles. Not that he trusted the man any more than the sleek, sexy machine he rode so carelessly.

The guy threw him the helmet and Ichigo made his choice, strapping it on then scrambling on behind. He tried to find a safe handhold, but the way the guy revved the engine then pulled right into traffic made Ichigo give up propriety and hug his arms around the mechanic’s waist.

He took him to a place Ichigo didn’t recognize. When they walked in, it was decorated very … cutesy, Ichigo would have to say, and looked like something Yuzu would have enjoyed, definitely not the kind of place the big mechanic would frequent.

But two of the servers greeted him by name, and the mechanic waved them off and showed Ichigo to a table.

That was when Ichigo realize there were cats all over the place. Cats on the chairs, cats on the couches, in the window and it clicked. “Oh my god, is this a cat cafe?”

“You’re quick,” the mechanic said snidely. One of the biggest, fluffiest cats walked right up to him and rubbed across his shins, then stood up and butted his leg. His long fingers stroked the cat’s head and scritched its chin. Ichigo looked on in wonder.

Especially when all the other cats seemed to realize the mechanic was there, and started swarming toward him. Soon there was a ring of meowing cats trying to get to him and totally ignoring Ichigo.

“What, do you carry catnip with you all the time?” Ichigo asked in amazement.

“It’s my natural animal magnetism.” He stepped over to Ichigo but the cats didn’t follow. In fact Ichigo watched in horror as several of them laid their ears back and hissed at him, the biggest fluffy one actually batting at him with its paw.

“Why don’t they like me?”

“You smell like those mongrels.”

Ichigo sniffed himself stealthily but the mechanic saw and laughed at him. “Gonna have to wash the stench of dogs off you.”

“Why’d you bring me here? To get me scratched?” Ichigo watched the cats almost fighting for the guy’s attention, and he was just a little bit jealous.

The mechanic shrugged. “They’ve got good coffee. And desserts. Now sit.”

Ichigo was the only one who obeyed, then his face reddened, and the mechanic laughed and slung himself into a chair opposite. As a server bustled over and took their order, Ichigo found out his name was Grimmjow, he loved motorcycles, and his sister was the owner of the place which was how he knew about it.

Ichigo almost laughed when the fluffy white cat with black ears and neck perched in his lap, vibrating with the force of its purrs, and Grimmjow petted it automatically. “You look like a bad Bond villain,” Ichigo joked.

Grimmjow smiled slowly. “I would be a very good Bond villain,” he said and gave an evil laugh that did things to Ichigo’s spine.

“I believe it,” Ichigo buried his embarrassment in a delicious piece of cake. “This is really good actually.”

“Told ya so. I just keep telling Nel that they’ll get more clients if they change the place up a little. It’s a bit frou-frou,” Grimmjow made a hand motion Ichigo didn’t understand. It was only slightly confused by the yellow tabby kitten that had climbed up onto Grimmjow’s lap but not stopped and continued to his shoulder. It poked its nose in his ear.

“You’re going to have a cat for a hat,” Ichigo told him.

Grimmjow shrugged carefully so not to dislodge the kitten. “Teaches them climbing skills.”

“I’m sure you’re an excellent teacher. Do you also teach them how to kill?”

“They’ve got that down already. Cats are apex predators.”

“In tiny fuzzy bodies.”

“Better than those furry pocket pets you walk.”

“They’re not my fault,” Ichigo argued. “It’s just my job. Although Zabimaru is cool.”

“Dogs are dumb.”

“That cat on your lap is licking its own balls,” Ichigo pointed out.

“Wouldn’t you, if you could reach?”

Ichigo immediately blocked out all notions of Grimmjow and balls. “I don’t need to know about your free-time hobbies.”

Grimmjow laughed. It startled Ichigo but the cats didn’t seem to mind. They finished their coffee and pastries, and one of the servers pressed two takeout containers on them, with the assurance that the owner would insist if she hadn’t been away.

Ichigo reached out to help Grimmjow peel cats off him, but they hissed at him again and he narrowly missed getting scratched. Grimmjow just chuckled and told the cats to move, and they did, eventually, so they could sneak out of the cafe without anyone trying to follow.

“Which way you headed? I’ll give you a lift.” Grimmjow hefted the spare helmet and offered it back to Ichigo.

“Home,” Ichigo said. “But I don’t mind walking. It’s not far.”

“Come on, you get enough walking with those monsters.”

“Nah, it’s okay. I don’t want to take you out of your way.”

“Well, fine, if I can’t convince you.” Grimmjow moved closer and looked down at Ichigo from the scant couple inches that separated them.

Ichigo wasn’t sure what he wanted, but he stood his ground, damned if he were going to back down.

“Let’s do this again sometime,” Grimmjow said unexpectedly.

“What could top this? A zoo?” Ichigo asked sarcastically.

Grimmjow shrugged. “I wouldn’t mind. Or dinner. Or I can take you for a ride. On my bike,” he grinned.

“That might be, I, uh, okay.” Ichigo bumbled but stood his ground.

Grimmjow leaned in and Ichigo held his breath. Grimmjow just turned to his ear and said lowly, “Talk to you tomorrow when you come through with your parade.”

Ichigo pulled back so he could see Grimmjow’s grin clearly. “Are you just going to make fun of me every day?”

“Was planning on it,” Grimmjow agreed. “It’s my daily entertainment.”

“You’re a dick.”

Grmmjow reached out and put his thumb on Ichigo’s lower lip, pulling it down gently. When Grimmjow didn’t move any more, Ichigo did, calling his bluff and kissing him. Only Grimmjow’s thumb was still between them, but once he moved it and opened his mouth, things went much better. Ichigo clutched his back until a honking horn from the street made them break apart, but not before he definitely felt a lick of hot tongue on his bottom lip.

“Interesting,” Grimmjow said, studying him.

“Er, you didn’t want me to...” Ichigo trailed off in humiliation.

“No,” Ichigo’s heart sank until Grimmjow rubbed his cheek against his and whispered directly into his ear, “I just figured it would take a lot longer for you to loosen up and admit you wanted me.”

“You’re so cocky, how do you even fit your ego in your helmet?”

Grimmjow smacked a kiss on his cheek. “It’s not the only thing I got that’s big. If you’re not coming with, I’ll go. See you tomorrow.”

Ichigo watched him ride away, his heart racing and his lips still tingling from the kiss. He had to admit, he certainly wasn’t expecting to catch a cat but he definitely didn’t mind.

* I joke about Chihuahuas with the greatest love because my baby was one. She was also the angriest terror on four legs and lived as long as she did merely out of spite. She was the best. She hated me, hated other animals, hated people. She was an inspiration. :*)

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i 100% agree and i am going to take this opportunity to once again revive my muffy tangled au

if there’s ever a live action tangled i think sofia wylie should play rapunzel

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Andi Mack Tangled AU

Starring Muffy as our New Dream

Featuring Technically-Enemies to Lovers Tyrus, Royal Guard Gus, Reed and Lester Stabbington, Pub Thugs Jonah, Iris and Walker, Bexie Bakers, and Love At First Sight Ambi

[secretly-of-course]

“Who are you? And how did you find me?”

So a while ago I drew a quick sketch of muffy Tangled au and I really liked the idea so I revisited it and added more detail, color, and a real background for once lol

I got way too carried away and wrote this whole thing how this au would go down. It’s not a fic per se,,,,since fics require full sentences,,,,but it’s something.

I do not recommend reading if you haven’t seen Tangled, because I skipped over a lot of context and at a few points abandoned actual words for emojis.

This is trash but if literally one person tells me to draw the full line up of characters I’ll do it

My Silly Muffy Tangled AU

~featuring background Tyrus and a little Ambi if you squint~

- Buffy is Rapunzel, Marty is Eugene, but goes by Flynn Rider

- Instead of Pascal her buddy’s name is Noodle like the fake tamagotchi

- *Noodle sticks tongue in Marty’s ear*

Marty: IF YOUR FROG DOES THAT ONE MORE TIME I AM EATING HIM ALIVE!

Buffy: First of all he is a chameleon. Second why would you eat a live frog?

- Gothel is herself bc no one on AM is *that* evil (not even Miranda.....I guess 😪)

- Pat Driscoll as the queen (of course)

- Reed and Lester as the stabbington bros

- Shenanigans

-The Spoon is the Snuggly Duckling

- THE PUB THUGS AND THEIR DREAMS: TJ wants to be a concert pianist, Amber wants to fall in love, Jonah likes frisbee, Walker paints, and Iris collects ceramic dinosaurs

- Captain of the guard Cyrus Goodman stops by the spoon at least once a week “on patrol” to make sure they aren’t hiding any criminals (cough cough Flynn Rider) and tOTALLY NOT FOR ~OTHER REASONS~

-Gus is also a guard

- So anyways Buffy and Marty are at the Snuggly Spoon

- TJ: look captain Goodman will be here any minute you guys need to get out of here.

Jonah: oooooooo tj knows when the captain is coming 😉

TJ: 😳 it’s Tuesday ok? he always comes on Tuesday 😳 Jonah: come on Teej I think he likes you too

TJ: No he doesn’t, I’m just a Scary Ruffian Guy and he’s captain of the freaking royal guard 😔

Jonah: TJ why don’t you play him a song and treat him to some baby tate—-

Marty: EXCUSE ME BUT THERE ARE MORE PRESSING MATTERS

- The guards arrive. Amber shows Buffy and Marty the secret tunnel while everyone else tries to distract the guards.

Amber: “Go live your dream.”

Marty: “I will, thanks”

Amber: “Your dream stinks. I was talking to her.”

- They escape while TJ practically drags Cyrus to the piano.

- TJ: You’ve got to hear this song I wrote, Cyrus.

Cyrus: 😳 um that is Captain Goodman to you Kippen

- Cy notices the tunnel and is all 😒

- Cyrus: I’m going after Flynn Rider this way. Gus you stay here with the Stabbingtons.

Gus: 😟

- Shenanigans

- “Marty. My real name is Marty Fitzherbert. Someone might as well know.”

- In town, Bex is practicing hair/makeup on Bowie, Andi sees Buffy and goes “um mom, take a look at this”

- Andi and Bex braid Buffy’s hair, Marty gets *that look* on his face

- Romance and shenanigans

- Angst

- “I am the lost princess.”

- More Angst

- [ ] “Buffy, you were my new dream.” “And you were mine.” 😢

- ✨🌼✨🌼✨🌼✨

- “Marty?” *strained* “Hey, do I know you?” 😉

- Big hug 🤗

- Buffy touches new short hair, “wow talk about shrinkage”

- And Marty just goes “I like it” with a Soft Look™️

- 😚😚

- Reunited 👸🏾

- Party time! TJ is at the piano and Cyrus approaches him

Cyrus: That was a nice thing you did to help them.

TJ: well ya know sometimes there’s a nice person on the inside trying to get out...

Cyrus: I know that now ☺️

- Tyrus: *hold hands* 🤝

- Meanwhile Amber bumps into Andi and they’re both like 😳 hi

- Happily ever after 🤩🥳💕

[secretly-of-course]

“Without my help, you will never find your precious satchel.”

Muffy Tangled AU

Andi Mack Ship Week ~ Day 7: Your Ship in a Different Movie

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[image ID: a series of 6 drawings of the Andi Mack characters drawn as characters from Tangled. In the first, Buffy is drawn as Rapunzel and Marty is drawn as Eugene. Buffy has her back to the viewer to show off her long braided hair decorated with lots of flowers while Marty looks at her and blushes.

In the second, TJ is dressed as a Pub Thug while Cyrus is dressed as a royal guard. TJ is nervously rubbing the back of his head while Cyrus is looking at him sternly with his hands on his hips.

In the third, Reed and Lester are dressed as the Stabbington brothers and Gus is dressed as a royal guard. Gus stands between the two and looks scared. Reed and Lester, with their hands cuffed, lean close to Gus and smirk at him menacingly.

In the fourth, Jonah, Iris, and Walker are all dressed as Pub Thugs. All three smile as they show off their dreams and favorite things. Jonah has a frisbee, Iris has two ceramic dinosaurs, and Walker has a paint brush.

In the fifth, Bowie and Bex are dressed as bakers in the village. They both hold pink cupcakes and wear aprons that say “Renaissance Boys Bakery” on them.

In the last, Amber is dressed as a Pub Thug while Andi is dressed as a baker, with an apron to match her parents. Amber blushes and curls her hair around her finger while Andi stares at her open-mouthed.

Andi Mack Tangled AU

Starring Muffy as our New Dream

Featuring Technically-Enemies to Lovers Tyrus, Royal Guard Gus, Reed and Lester Stabbington, Pub Thugs Jonah, Iris and Walker, Bexie Bakers, and Love At First Sight Ambi

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[image ID: a digital drawing of Buffy and Marty as Rapunzel and Eugene. Buffy's curly hair is extremely long, and she has used it to tie a flustered looking Marty to a chair. Buffy holds out a frying pan in front of her threateningly.]

“Without my help, you will never find your precious satchel.”

Muffy Tangled AU

Andi Mack Ship Week ~ Day 7: Your Ship in a Different Movie