#yes I know Rapunzel is barely on there

[dazzling-nishi]

Inktober day 3, path

I went for a screenshot redraw for this one, specifically the Tangled the Series season 1 finale

[somnoir]

Bats and Phantoms - Part 3

Part 3 | Masterpost

Cassandra and Jasmine

Jazz has always been concerned for her siblings. Why wouldn't she? Dan was a former world ender, Danny was ghost king (or was it crown prince?), and Ellie was almost always everywhere. In all honesty, if was overwhelming.

But she'd be damned to not love them no matter what.

Visiting Gotham to see if Danny was okay was... Well, she just had to. Somehow, her brother's have caught the eye of vigilantes and that was obviously bad.

Her phone buzzed and once again she's plagued by Dan's messages.

Younger-Older-Bigger: Should I stalk Nightwing???

Older-definitely: No. Please don't.

Older-definitely: We already have to worry about Danny getting stalked by a crime lord

Younger-Older-Bigger: Yeah but I'm not a crime lord

Older-definitely: NO

Older-definitely: STOP

Older-definitely: DAN

Younger-Older-Bigger: ᕙ⁠(⁠ ⁠ ⁠•⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠•⁠ ⁠ ⁠)⁠ᕗ

Why? Why did they have to be like this? Weapon training was somehow the automatic bonding activity for the Fenton/Masters siblings. Dan and Danny liked to fight with sword a little too much and Ellie was all to happy to throw daggers at people. Jazz preferred her lazers and blasters (though her aim was wonky at first, it got better... She promised.)

So here she was, in Gotham... Making sure her brother wasn't being seduced by a crime lord. But of course, she was a Fenton born and bred and raised. Gotham apparently had literal alarms that alerted the entire city of a massive attack. Her phone even got an alert from... WE warning. Wayne Enterprises?

Okay... Apparently Scarecrow was running amok and plaguing the streets with his fear toxin. Oh, Danny was going to go feral.

(A couple blocks away, Danny Fenton was high on the fear and giggling to himself. Yes.)

And also Gothamites carried gasmasks around. What a wonderful day to leave hers behind.

She's already cough, closing her eyes as she desperately tried to stay sane. Her liminal and almost half a state should have made the effects different from her but apparently she wasn't ghost enough to feel euphoric.

Stumbling into the closest building she could find, she's desperately gasping when a gasmask was pressed against her face. Jazz can barely register the dark haired girl with asian features who was hurriedly hauling her to her feet and away from the door.

It takes a minute before she's registering the girl, blinking when she saw her making gestures. Again, it takes her another minute to realize it's sign language.

Thank God she had paranoid siblings who took those classes in case they couldn't speak. But with her brain filled with feat toxin, she's clumsy in signing back but there's some mild surprise in the girl's eyes. But Jazz is conscious enough to notice the tense way the girl stood, how her stance was prepared for a fight. Maybe that was normal Gothamites behavior...

At least, she was communicating with someone. Someone who's really pretty too. God, was the fear toxin making her dopy? That can't be, right?

Cass had seen a pretty redheaded girl fall to her knees, and yet she had more resistance to fear toxin than local Gothamites. It was almost interesting really, but she's not going to dwell on it when this girl was choking for air.

Words don't easily process for her but her body moves without much thought, signing to her if she was okay. The girl, clearly disoriented, looks confused before realization bleeds into her strangely bright eyes—then she's clumsily signing back.

She says her name is Jasmine, like the flower, the princess—call her Jazz, she insists.

And she replies that she's Cassandra—like the character from Rapunzel, like the girl from Greek muths—just call her Cass tho.

When Jazz is in her arms, Cass can feel some muscles through her clothes. This girl wasn't as frail as she look. No. This was a trained fighter, someone who knew how to defend themselves without a problem. Cass should be wary, but at the same time she was worried.

She knows she should be going out there and helping but Oracle had immediately told her to help the civilians in the area. Batman, Robin, Red Robin, and Spoiler were handling the situation but the civilians had to be protected at all costs. She might not be able to help as orphan in that moment but she could as Cass Wayne.

The commotion gets worse once Scarecrow's henchmen start raiding the place with every weapon they could get their hands on. She fights to the best of her abilities, watching, predicting, but what she didn't predict was a loud blast tearing through the place and shattering the window.

Cass can see a blast of green spark through the air before directly hitting the Jonathan Crane. The man is blasted into a wall, groaning before he's knocked out.

Her eyes dart to where the blast came from.

Jazz, the strange girl she has just met, was holding a strange gun.

(In the distance, Danny was still very much high and was not aware that one of his maniacal invention had actually worked in his sister's favor.)

Part 4 | Masterpost

[endless-ineffabilities]

casual*

a.k.a. your one-night stand with modern Aemond Targaryen

*18+ minors dnfi

main masterlist

The intimidatingly handsome-as-hell guy sitting all by his lonesome at the bar seems to be on the same wavelength as you.

His gaze has been oscillating between the rim of his pint and you. Your face, your hands, and yes—you're sure you saw it—your ass, too. You squirm in your place, several seats away, but not because his attention's unwanted. These fucking bar stools are just so damn slippery that you feel like your smooth jeans would slide right off, and you would embarrass yourself in front of blondie. Though, his hair veers closer to Santa's snowy beard than Rapunzel's gold locks. How unusual. How strangely attractive.

Silver hair coiffed neatly above his perfect, angular face, those naturally pouted lips, and those eyes—wait—that eye. One seemed to be a prosthetic, but it doesn't diminish his aura. Not even a little. The fucked up voice in your head might even think that it makes him look hotter. More dangerous.

Straight to the depths of hell it is for you.

He throws a shit-eating smirk your way when your eyes meet again, right before taking another swig of his frothy drink. But he doesn't look away this time, holding your gaze as his glass tilts in the air and inevitably finds its way back on the bar's surface.

Oh, he knows he's attractive. Worse, he knows that you know it.

Heat unfurls in your belly from all the eye-fucking, the tension, and from the very real possibility that your own fingers will not be your only source of pleasure for the night, as trusted as they are.

Too bad you just downed the contents of your drink. Or not, because it seems to signal the first switch of the night. Blondie gestures to the bartender, then to you, and before you know it, another one of your drinks materialises in front of you.

"Courtesy of that guy over there, miss."

"Oh. Thank you."

That guy over there, who is no longer over there, takes that as his cue to finally approach you.

"Hi."

"Hello." He sits on the stool next to you, inching it closer as he settles down. He's even prettier up close, damn him. His hair looks like spun threads of silk. His dark blue sweater, his snug black jeans, his lips which are tugging at the corners to form a sheepish smile. "Please don't hate me for this, but I'm about to throw you a line."

You swallow. He can throw you just about whatever he wants, and that's not just the alcohol talking. "Oh?" you half-shrug your fluster away. "I expected as much. Let's hear it."

"Hmm." He glances down, showcasing his remarkably long eyelashes, then back up at you. With his head tilted, he looks slightly menacing, but in a good way. Like he wants to eat you.

Your coworker is about to receive a luxurious gift basket for recommending this bar to you.

His line then goes, "I find it hard to believe that someone as goddamn beautiful as you would be sitting all alone in this bar tonight." His bottom lip is pulled between his teeth, then released. "But maybe I should be grateful, because this would mean that you're perhaps single?"

You have to hand it to him. That line would normally be at the same level of poetry as a middle-aged dad's Facebook rant, but from him? From his lips, and with that smooth accent? A fucking Shakespearean sonnet.

Already prematurely swept off your feet, you know you have to up your game. "I'm married actually. Husband's on a business trip. Again. My three kids, bless their hearts, stress the hell out of me so I left them with the nanny and went straight here."

His mouth parts slightly, his brows furrowing. You wink at him and add, "Glad I did."

You watch as his mind whirs, as his eye darts to your obviously bare ring finger. For a smooth talker, he sure takes a moment longer than necessary to keep up with your humour, or maybe you're just that good of a performer.

"You're killing me here, beautiful."

"That's what you deserve for that line. Did you take that right out of your playboy handbook?" you say, laughing softly.

"Excuse me, miss, but I own no handbook of any sort," he responds in a stern manner, but his smirk betrays him. "And you might not believe me, but I don't do this often. I mean, I don't really do this at all."

"What, is that another line? You're on a roll, handsome."

"I mean it. I don't make a habit of approaching pretty girls at bars."

"Why, because they just flock right to you?"

He raises his palms in mock surrender. "Hey, you said it. Not me."

There is a beat of silence as you watch each other, both trying to gauge the stranger sitting close. You decide that he might be more than just a pretty face. He smells immaculate, too.

And, more importantly, he seems kind. You pride yourself in having a knack for these things. Though you hope that knack isn't deliberately fooling you because you want him to get into your pants.

He's the one to break the silence and start the flirtatious interrogation that normally happens before getting right down to business. "So, when you're not busy with your three precious kids—" he says, prompting an eye roll from you. "—what do you get up to? Are you from around here? Do you frequent this bar?"

"Woah. One question at a time."

He leans forward on the counter, until his hand brushes against your forearm. "Just one more question before you begin, and brace yourself, because this is the most important one."

You find it easy to laugh in his company, so you do. "Okay, give it to me."

"Are you sure you can handle it, babe?"

No. Not when he's calling you babe. "Try me."

"What's your favourite colour?"

You learn that his name is Aemond. He's twenty-nine years old, born and raised in London before moving to New York to become the head of the American branch of his father's company. He has two older sisters, one older brother and one younger. His favourite colour is green. He's an Aries. He likes both classic rock and classical music.

And he's a fucking phenomenal kisser.

You spent another hour chatting each other up at the bar, which didn't feel like an hour at all. You could talk to him about practically anything, and you would have, until you both decided that it was time to let your bodies do the talking.

It only took 10 minutes for him to drive you back to his fancy apartment, but that didn't stop him from groaning and mumbling fuck's sake under his breath at each encountered red light.

"Patience," you giggled lightly, but then he turned his lust-clouded gaze to you, and you immediately were on the same page, cursing at stoplights in your mind.

With your back pressed against his bedroom wall, he kisses you with a frenzied hunger that you're sure you have never experienced with any lover. He lifts you up, and you cross your ankles around his waist. Biting his lip, he slowly undoes the buttons of your blouse, marvelling at your exposed chest. You twist an arm behind to unclasp your bra and it falls to the floor.

After a sharp intake of breath, he lowers himself and sucks at your nipple, his tongue padding at your stiffened peak. Your neck cranes upward at the hot sensation, and you grip his locks, and moan, "Fuck yeah, keep going."

He nips and bites at your breasts, leaving a glistening trail of saliva in his wake. "Your tits are so fucking perfect," he praises. "You're perfect."

"Mhmm, yeah," you mewl, reaching for his face. "Come here."

His hand slides to the back of your neck to tilt your head just right, then his mouth is on yours once more. It's unfair, really, how good he is at it, every flick of his tongue intensifying your desire for him.

You let out a wanton, wanting moan when he pulls back suddenly. He smugly chuckles at the sound, and how you instinctively follow his movement, craving more.

Your legs drop from his waist, and you barely catch your balance, breathless and disoriented. "What—" you start, confused, but Aemond steps back just enough to fix you with a searing look.

"Jeans off, baby," he demands. Like he even had to ask. He tilts his head, that insolent smirk playing on his lips again. "Underwear, too. C'mon, now."

Your hands move on their own, fumbling with the button and zipper before pushing the denim down your legs and kicking them to the side. You're grateful you had opted out of wearing skinny jeans, which you would have had to unsexily wiggle out of. You hook your thumbs into your underwear and slide those down too. The air is cool against your naked body, making you shiver slightly, but Aemond's gaze—burning, all-consuming—keeps you rooted to the spot.

"So beautiful," he murmurs, his tone dropping into something almost reverent. He drops to his knees in one smooth motion, and the sight alone nearly does you in—this ethereal, sharp-tongued stranger kneeling before you like he's a pilgrim who finally reached a shrine. His hands find your hips as he guides you to balance one leg over his shoulder.

You barely have time to process before his mouth is on your leaking cunt. He doesn't start slow, doesn't give you a chance to ease into the sensation. His tongue is hot and insistent, dragging over your folds with a precision that has your knees buckling almost immediately.

"Fuck," you gasp, your hands flying to his hair for something to hold onto. He holds you steady as he works you over like he's determined to make you unravel completely. And you don't doubt that he will.

The flat of his tongue drags up, circling your most sensitive spot before his lips close around it, sucking lightly. Your head falls back against the wall with a soft thud, a broken moan slipping from your lips as your free leg trembles beneath you.

You can feel the heat pooling low in your stomach, spreading outward like wildfire. His free hand slides up your inner thigh, his fingers pressing into the flesh there, holding you open for him as he works you over like it's his favourite thing to do. Like there’s nothing else in the world he'd rather be doing than ruining you right here, right now.

"Aemond", you gasp, his name falling from your lips unbidden. He groans at the sound, his tongue doubling down, faster, harder, dragging you closer to the edge. You try to fight it—try to hold onto the last scraps of control you have—but he shifts his angle, his nose brushing against your core, and the whole world tips sideways. The coil snaps, and your orgasm crashes out of you. Your body locks up, your pelvis shaking uncontrollably as you cry out, your fingers tightening in his hair.

Aemond doesn't pull away, his tongue easing you through it with slower, lazier strokes.

When you finally slump back against the wall, boneless and dazed, he leans back just enough to look up at you, his face glistening from his nose down to his chin. You're almost certain that you have never seen anything more sensual in your life. He licks his lips, and your eyes automatically follow the path of his tongue—the culprit of your sweet, little death.

"You taste as exquisite as you look," he says.

You know he deserves the sloppiest, most soul-sucking head after what he just put you through, so it's the easiest decision you have ever made to give him just that. Nothing more, nothing less. And anyway, it's for your pleasure too.

You don't relent until his warm, salty cum spills on your tongue, most of it sliding down your throat and the rest shooting out to cover the lower half of your face in milky streams.

The two of you laugh together when his leg gets caught in his trousers as he stumbles out of the rest of his clothes, making him land on his arse at the edge of his bed. The sound rings pleasantly in your ears, and you find yourself needing to hear it more often.

No. You know what this is. If all goes well, then you'll have the memory of this great night to keep.

But Aemond himself is not yours to keep.

Your face must have fallen, because he reaches an arm, coaxing you to him. "Hey. What's going on in that head of yours, love?"

"Nothing," you shake your head, closing the distance between you. He anchors his fingers at your hips and presses a kiss on your lower belly. Everything seems to pause for a moment. You both keep still as he rests his forehead against your stomach, and your fingers gently thread through his hair, massaging his scalp.

"I feel like I've known you for a long time," he murmurs, and you wish you could hate him for not making this easy.

"Is that another—"

"Not a line. I mean every word."

He rises slowly, his hands brushing the curves of your body with an aching tenderness that seems out of place for a night like this. He lays you onto the bed, then reaches in his nightstand drawer for a condom.

You nearly cry out in pleasure when his length first enters you fully, the sensation of him almost too much to bear. His face is lowered so his cheek is touching yours, and you hear every little moan that escapes him as he finds his rhythm. His thrusts are measured, not rushed or frantic. And it feels so damn good.

Aemond talks well, but he fucks even better.

"Faster," you plead.

He pauses and smiles, his lips ghosting over yours. "I'm taking my time, love. I wanna savour you."

His hips roll forward again, his cock sinking into you inch by maddening inch. "Don't wanna lose you, baby," he groans.

Oh, he is not playing fair.

Your hips soon rise instinctively, meeting his slow, deliberate thrusts, the need for more of him pulsing through every inch of you. He notices, his lips curling into a smug smirk.

"Okay, then," he says smoothly. "I'm going to fuck you as hard as I can now. You ready for me, love?"

Your breath catches, your body already trembling beneath him, and all you can do is nod, eyes widening in wonder at his promise.

"Answer me. I need to hear it," he commands.

"Oh, Aemond," you breathe, "what do you think I'm here for?"

His smirk falters for just a second, replaced by something darker. He lets out a low, throaty chuckle, his fingers digging into you. "Careful, love," he warns. "You’re about to find out."

Without another word, he abandons his restraint, and he claims you with a force that leaves you gasping, your spine arching as he delivers on his word. His hips snap against your pelvis, his body practically vibrating over you. He's relentless, just as you wanted, and he has to grip you tightly so he doesn't propel you upward into the headboard.

You feel his lips graze the shell of your ear before biting down, his breath ragged as he pounds his cock into your pussy with a heightened desperation that drags a moan from your throat. "Say you're mine, baby," he actually whimpers. "Say I'm the only one who gets to fuck you like this."

You would tell him anything he wanted. But he doesn't even have to ask for this one, because you wish so badly for it to be the truth. "I'm yours. Only you—aghhh—can fuck me as good as this—uhhhh yeah—Aemond."

He flashes you a boyish grin, and he looks so pure you have to take a mental image of the sight. Lips pulled back to reveal a perfect set of teeth, a sheen of sweat forming by his hairline as he keeps bucking his hips at a breakneck pace, hair unkempt and falling in front of his forehead.

You lose yourselves in each other, your sharp breaths falling in sync.

As before, he latches his mouth wetly over your breast, and you arch into him. His hand slips between your bodies, his fingers finding your swollen clit, rubbing it in tight, merciless circles that make you scream, "Oh, Aemond!" into the air.

"You like that?"

"Fuck yes."

"You gonna come for me, beautiful?"

Aemond sure has a habit of asking for things that are already guaranteed for him, polite boy that he is.

It doesn't take long before he spills inside you, his body shuddering with the release. The feeling of his cock convulsing deep in your pussy sends a wave of pleasure crashing through you, and you follow him, your walls clenching around him as your own climax hits hard.

He collapses next to you, the weight of the moment settling in as the room grows still. His forehead rests against yours, and there's nothing but the sound of your shared breathing, a calm after the storm.

"Fuck," he breathes, sheer satisfaction audible from his voice. "That was…"

"Yeah. It was..."

"Yeah."

Months pass before you see Aemond again. When you do, it's in another, more crowded bar—a place packed with patrons and full of noise—but his eyes find you immediately. This time, he makes sure to take your number. No disappearing act in the morning, no hasty exit on your part while he sleeps because you're running late to work. He'll be damned if he lets you slip away again.

You both fall into something deeper over time, and three years down the line, you stand in front of family and friends, exchanging vows.

Decades pass, and when your grandkids curiously ask how you two met, Aemond would smile, eyes softening with the memory.

He would say, a quiet laugh escaping him, "I fell in love with her the moment I saw her. Shame it took us a few months for our forever to begin."

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[honeytama]

thinkin about best friends to lovers movie night w/ matty d

goofy fluff n smut 18+ w fem!reader under the cut

i’m just thinkingggg like,,, watching YOUR favorite movies and rotting on the couch with him one night. ofc we know you’ve had to endure (you love it) watching lotr with him, but finally he agrees to watch your favs bc he’s your bestie (he’s in love with you)

it’s like the princess diaries and tangled and selena or smth, he says he “doesn’t think he’ll like them” pfft

now i’m thinking about crying in his arms watching selena no one touch me

anyway,,,,

you guys make popcorn and eat your favorite snacks and sip on caffeinated bevs.

he’s surprisingly well behaved, but he has to throw in some snarky comments about the plot/music/anything

“why doesn’t she just—,”

“matt, shut up”

“y/n, this song 🤢”

“MATT, SHUT UP”

for the first movie, maybe you’re on opposite sides of the couch and he gets to use the chaise because “he lives there” 🙄. but you just kind of attract to him, like a magnet, and by the middle of the 2nd movie your legs are propped up and intertwined with his

you’re used to touching each other. he likes to rub his feet on yours,,, and you kinda hate that it gives you body tingles.

he’ll also rests his hand on your bare thigh; he never realizes but he likes to tap his fingers on your skin while you wait for the next movie to load

or when he likes the beat to one of the songs

“i knew u liked the soundtrack :D”

“it’s just a habit,,, no one likes this! 😒” keeps tapping anyway

… 🤨

back to his hand on your thigh *ahem*

something you’ll never get used to is how sexually frustrated matt will make you feel. it HURTS

and you know that he knows he does it on purpose but he just never actually acts on it. he could’ve had you in his bed, anywhere really, SO LONG AGO

but tonight he’s insatiable, and he wants to be big spoon and cuddle w his hand under your shirt on your tummy,, he wants you with your legs in his lap and your arm around his neck,, he just wants your body as close as possible and it makes you dizzy and your cooch is on fire

…and his dick is hard,,,, you can’t help but notice the pressure under your calf as your legs are in his lap.

he *coughs* to cover up moans when you readjust yourself or reach over him to get popcorn so he can peek down your shirt

once he’s had enough of your teasing yes you do it on purpose…

“ok, that’s enough,” he says assertively. gives you that classic matt glare, “you are going to get on top of me or not?”

you practically scramble to straddle his thighs.

you get to kiss him for the very first time; his lips are plump, so soft, and salty from the popcorn. they taste so good. everything just feels right with his tongue in your mouth.

matt grips your hips and guides your heat over his cock, straining in his shorts. of course, you take the lead and grind down on him while making out with him feverishly

“take these off” he pulls at your bottoms

“matt, my movie ;-;”

“y/n, this is your one chance to ride me don’t ruin it for sleeping beauty”

“her name is rapunzel 🙄☝️”

— — —

I COULD SAY SO MUCH MORE SIGH

what’s ur fav movie u think matt would hate (actually love but would not admit)? 😚

[puptrefied]

cw - gn!reader ⋆ throat fucking ⋆ gagging ⋆ use of daddy once ⋆ swallowing ⋆ no dialogue from reader ⋆ poor use of the fourth wall. | 1,1k words .ᐟ

　“woah, sweetcheeks—I know these tits are to die for but the suit stays on, gotta pay extra if you wanna see the rest,” wade scoffed as he gently guided your hand, that was sliding up his torso, down to his zipper. it's a miracle that thing hasn't popped open with how hard he currently is... literally no reason to wear something so tight to go hook-up with someone.

any normal person would wear something easy to take off.

“just focus on using your mouth, yeah? can't have you choking to death on my dick. I know it's massive, I'm like a horse. that white one from Tangled; am I right, reade—”

the very inappropriate and poor impression of a horse prevented by a slap on his thigh to which he quickly nodded and 'zipped' his lips shut over the mask, understanding the universal “shut the fuck up” sign you gave him.

excuse him please, man's kinda nervous. it's an unusual but at the same time familiar feeling settling on his stomach as soon as you tried to get your hands under his clothing.

he knows that what's under the suit is not so... pleasing to the eye and definitely not a turn on. way too much burns for it to be gorgeous like it once was.

( multiple chicks running away from you at the slightest glimpse of scarred skin does that to your self-esteem. )

if tangled was real he would definitely sing to that magic blonde hair as often as mother gothel did, if not more, to cure it to the point rapunzel would request for a restraining order to keep his ass away. but blondie's not real so gotta get over it and stay bald, wade.

oh, you're still reading? alright then, freak, let's go back to wade trying to not bust a nut faster than a teenage boy who saw a mannequin with victoria secret’s lingerie for the first time ever before I keep rambling and you lose interest.

“but don't you worry that pretty head about it.” gloved hand running through your locks as he makes full eye contact with you while slapping his now exposed cock against your lips and tongue. keep giving him those eyes and he might actually die once and for all. “use your hand too... just like that.”

your warm soft lips and hand wrapped around his length, gentle and slightly teasing tongue against the slit and he immediately feels like he reached heaven.

he has to physically stop himself from pushing further into your mouth because it barely started, can't go rough on the first five minutes of getting head. he's a grown man, he can handle a slow pace... surely.

the bulge on your cheek before you take him deeper drives him insane. fuck porn and sex toys, this is a million times better. warm, wet, a hot bod and prettiest face ever sucking him off. what else could he ever ask for? if he died in the middle of the blowjob he'll tell every demon and politician down there that he died like the greatest.

his gloved fingers thread deeper into your hair, guiding your movements with a grip just shy of rough. you’re warm—too warm—and it’s driving him fucking crazy. every time your tongue swirls around the head of his cock, he feels the tension coil tighter in his stomach.

“gotta say, babe,” his voice drops an octave, rougher now, “you’ve got a mouth that could make a saint turn hypersexual.”

when you hollow your cheeks to take him deeper, his hips twitched despite his best effort to play it cool. not that deadpool has ever been cool, but still. ( he’s trying here! ) your fingers stroked along the length you couldn't fit in your mouth, slick with spit as the sloppy sounds echo in the room.

“shit, just like that. don’t stop now, kitten—daddy’s about to make a mess on you.”

...

yeah, he said daddy and yes he said kitten. don’t overthink it because he sure won't. not when your tongue flutters against the sensitive vein along the underside, sending sparks straight to his balls. he’s holding himself back, but fuck, you’re making it impossible.

“you sure you’re not trying to kill me?” he breathed, pulling your head back just enough for his tip to rest against your swollen lips. “because if you keep going like this, sweetheart, I’m gonna paint that pretty throat of yours real quick and I know you’re better than a two-minute special.”

but when you flicked your tongue over the slit again, slow and teasing, he realized you want him to lose control.

oh, you’re evil. and he’s never been harder in his life.

his free hand slid down your jaw, thumb smearing the spit glistening at the corner of your mouth. It’s messy, hot, and his chest heaves when you take him back in, swallowing him down until he feels your throat tighten around the tip.

“ah, look at you,” he groaned, and there’s something raw in his voice now. “taking me so good. gonna ruin you, baby.”

his hips jerked forward slightly, the sound you make has him seeing stars. he should be gentle and savor this but his patience is paper-thin, you’re too damn tempting, and he’s too far gone.

maybe he should get some trimix to last longer.

his grip in your hair tightened as he started to thrust—slow at first, easing you into it—but it doesn’t take long before he’s fucking your mouth properly. each roll of his hips is deliberate, pushing deeper, hitting the back of your throat causing you to whimper and gag.

and holy shit, if that isn’t the hottest thing he’s ever heard.

“yeah, you like that?” his voice is rough, breathless. “taking it like you were made for it… shit, you’re perfect.”

your nails digged into his thighs as you let him use your mouth, the filthy sound of your gagging only spurred him on. he wanted to see how far you’ll go—how much you’ll take—wants to leave your throat sore and your palate bruised. fucking freak.

“goddamn.” his rhythm stutters as you swallowed around him, the tight heat nearly making him come. “swallow it all for me.”

when you hummed around him ( not sure if in agreement or disagreement ) the vibration is suddenly too much for the poor man. with a harsh groan, his hips snap forward one last time as he spills hot and thick down your throat. he watches, mesmerized, as you took every drop—eyes locked on his, lashes fluttering as you swallowed him down like it’s your job.

he pulled back, chest heaving, and letting out a breathless laugh. “holy shit…marry me. I’m serious. we’ll skip the paperwork. just you, me, and that mouth for the rest of our lives.“

he’s joking. mostly. but if you keep looking at him like that, he might actually get on one knee right after round two.

masterlist.

[spiralingemptyness]

MK hc

sooo I’m sick, got some time 🤷🤷🤷

Kung Lao gets his gossip from Johnny, then tells it to Raiden (who probably tells it to Tomas)

Liu kang knew the Lin kuei brothers when they were just kids

liu kang also helped train kuai liang to control his pyromancer (cause yknow he came from a line of cyromancers and how tf would they know what to do with fire when they use ice)

Bi-Han is older, but Kuai Liang is just barely taller, so whenever Bi-Han pulled the ‘I’m older card, Kuai Liang would pull the ‘I’m taller’ card (also despite being taller no one mistakes Bi-Han as the younger)….. Tomas is also taller than Bi han (just bc it would piss him off)

Raiden once pulled out an uno reverse card on Kung Lao after he tried to make Raiden pay a large bill (Kung Lao had to pay)

Liu kang’s hair took awhile to fade from the grey/white back to his original black

This being said his hair will revert back to grey depending on how much godly power he uses, so he literally has rapunzel hair (minus the length)

Syzoth gets cold easily, especially when in earth realm, so he is always bundled in blankets, sweatshirts, fluffy socks etc.

Bakara is basically a dad to everyone 

Johnny is the best movie picker, and when he’s not it’s always on purpose

Liu kang has naturally good locks, it makes Kitana and Kung Lao jealous (mk11)

Liu kang and Geras are meet up at least once a month or one every other month

Liu kang is pretty much unrecognizable without a bandanna/headband (only people who can recognize him is Kitana and Kung Lao (sorta mk11 but can be both mk11 & mk1))

Tomas and Raiden often hang out a Madame Bo’s 

Madame Bo is the ultimate mother/grandma figure, not even Liu Kang is safe

like she scolded him for about an hour for overworking himself with his godly duties

Shang Tsung tried (and failed) to befriend Raiden and Kuai Liang after the stairwell battle…. Didn’t end well 

Mileena and Bi han would hang out and braid each other’s hair (bi han is better) and honestly gossip/shit talk

Bi Han has a deep and sorta raspy voice cause he obtained a bad throat injury (slit throat, crushed vocal cords, smth like that), also why he wears a high collar

Yes Tomas is one of the nicest people, but he is also one of the most scariest

Li mei surprising gets along with the Lin kuei and is one of the only people to get them to stop bitching at each other (the others is madam Bo and sometimes liu kang)

Bi han doesn’t flinch when fire/pyromancy is used around him (idk if that’s bc he’s cocky and a cyromancer or bc he was trained not to be scared) (I base this off the scene in cage mansion where everyone but bi han moved back when liu kang flared up)

[antiquepearlss]

Lance Claus and Varian The Elf (A Tangled Christmas Ficlet)

I just wanted to write Eugene forcing Varian to dress up as an elf for Christmas, and it turned into something a little sweeter.

———

“Put on the fucking tights Varian!”

“No! They’re way too small for me!”

“Yeah well in my defense I didn’t know you could even have a growth spurt, you’re tiny!”

“I’m sixteen!”

Varian scowled up at Eugene, who held a bright green elf costume bundled in his arms.

“Varian it’s part of your community service. Besides, Kiera and Catalina were happy to play elves. And you’ll be with Lance all day.”

Varian raised an eyebrow “playing an elf for Santa-Lance is part of my community service?”

“Yes. Now put on the tights and hat or you’re going back to a cell.” The older man joked.

“I’d rather go back to prison” Varian deadpanned.

Eugene shoved the bundle of clothing into Varian’s arms. The fabric was of good quality, but the outfit itself was beyond gaudy and tacky. Knowing Eugene and Lance, they probably specifically made it to be as idiotic as possible, easily humiliating the wearer.

Who just so happened to be Varian.

He was really starting to regret taking the one year of community service deal. Rapunzel was nothing but kind and generous, rarely asking him to do anything he wouldn’t already offer to do. Bringing back the King and Queen’s memories, deciphering the scroll, helping to repair the damage the Saporian Separatists caused, etc. He was beyond happy to help Rapunzel. But Eugene gladly took advantage of Varian’s subservient condition and asked him to do the most ridiculous stuff. Like wear an elf costume and stand beside Lance as he pretended to be Santa Claus.

The teenager scowled up at his friend who looked too smug for his own good. His face twisted into a content smile. If he didn’t know that Eugene could easily overpower him in his sleep, he’d kick and bite him just for looking like that.

Varian settled for flipping him off, to which Eugene stuck his tongue out in turn.

“Dick.”

“Asshole.”

💙🤍💙🤍💙

After almost ten minutes of humiliating shimmying and struggling, Varian stood in front of the full length mirror in his small room in the castle.

The tights were indeed too small, the green fabric practically a second skin. The matching shirt didn’t provide much modesty either, but at least it was large enough to cover what needed to be covered. The thick red belt cinched his waist, with the bottom of his shirt acting more like a skirt, as it was decorated in white pom-poms. White buttons dotted the front of the shirt, alongside a bright red collar, also lined in pom-poms.

Gone were his thick and protective boots and gloves, which were now replaced with bright green curled shoes with white pom-poms and red and white striped gloves that would do very little to provide warmth for the winter chill.

And gone were his goggles, now replaced with a large, floppy green hat with a little white bell attached to the end. Just to add insult to the injury. A Eugene addition, he was sure. 

Fuck it, he was putting his goggles on over the hat. Just to be a bitch.

Varian groaned, loudly. He could barely move in the get-up. He jingled with every step. Were there bells inside the pom-poms? He looked a Christmas jester.

He would really, really rather go back to prison.

He also probably would, as he was very much considering murdering the snickering older man just outside the door.

🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄

Varian wished Cassandra would kidnap him again. He’d rather be dangling from hundreds of feet in the air than be doing whatever it is he’s doing right now.

Which wasn’t much, but still, it was awful.

Varian frowned as he and Catalina, who alongside Kiera, were dressed as elves; stood beside Lance, who was dressed as Santa Claus. They were merely decor, while Santa was the main act. With children climbing onto his lap and telling him what they wanted for Christmas, with Varian writing down each and every request. It was for show, he was sure, but he was so bored, and Eugene was very insistent, that he wrote down at least one gift from each child. Ranging from simple toys, to complex gifts, to “world peace.” (Which was going to be very difficult coming from these elves.) Alongside theirs and their parents names.

Despite much prodding from Santa Strongbow, Varian’s expression did not change. He scowled his way through every visit from every child.

It didn’t help that they were in the middle of the town square, with the cold biting his lower body through the very thin tights he was wearing. 

Kiera and Catalina happily played along, dutifully smiling and standing at Lance’s side as he greeted each kid and asked what they wanted for Christmas. It was almost sweet, that the two girls who probably never got the chance to have any traditional Christmas experiences, were so eager to give that to other children.

And the fact that Eugene and Lance, who too never celebrated Christmas as children, were the ones who put the whole event together, was sweet.

It almost warmed his heart, until Kiera started talking.

“Just be glad you don’t have to wear the fake beard. I tried it, it smells awful.”

Varian snorted “I wonder where they got the hair from.”

“Probably Shorty” Lance said as one child shimmied his way off his lap. “Eugene said this beard was donated.”

The three elves shuddered.

Varian groaned as he peered down the line, there were many parents waiting alongside their eager children. There were even adults without children, simply just wanting to say hi to the Santa Impersonator. 

They were going to be here for hours.

“Stop being so mopey, you’re gonna ruin this for the kids.” Lance whispered to Varian in between child visits. “At least you don’t have kids peeing themselves on your lap.”

“And you do?”

“No, I’m just saying, it could be worse.”

Varian gave an incredulous look, before dropping the subject and donning a slightly-less-sneering facial expression.

A little boy with fiery red hair hopped onto Lance’s lap, his short size meaning he struggled a bit, until Lance scooped him up. The small child marveled at the size difference. 

“I’m Richard!” He said happily “I’m six!”

Lance laughed merrily “well Richard, were you good this year?”

The boy nodded his head animatedly.

“Well then, what do you want for Christmas?”

“Why do your reindeer look like that?” The small child took the group off guard by pointing over to Max, Ruddiger, and Pascal, who were sitting off to the side and sporting home-made reindeer antlers.

Lance floundered for a second before answering with a simple “they’re new to the job.”

The kids curiosity wasn’t satisfied, though. Because then next he asked “why is your beard so smelly?”

Varian lifted his notebook to his face to hide his snort of laughter.

“Ah well, I got so distracted by eating cookies I forgot to wash it!” Lance replied.

The child didn’t stop “I thought Santa was supposed to be fat. You’re only a little fat.”

Lance Claus seemed to be at a loss for words, so Kiera piped up with “Santa is on a new workout regimen.” 

“Ohhh.” The child, Richard, accepted. Before Lance could ask the child what he wanted for Christmas again, Richard asked “why does your elf look so grumpy?” 

Varian scowled at the tiny finger pointed his way, and pointedly ignored Lance’s amused look.

“Because I’m working overtime.” He deadpanned.

“Ho ho ho!” Lance exclaimed loudly, before leaning towards Varian and whispering “shut up Vari-elf.” 

Lance’s voice picked up as he exclaimed “we’ve traveled all the way from the North Pole, and the trip makes some elves a little unnecessarily grumpy! Which means they need even more holiday cheer to lighten their spirits! Go hit him with that candy cane, it will make him feel much better!”

Varian glared at the smug Santa as the child happily scrambled off his lap, picked up the plastic prop candy cane, and started whacking at Varian with all his tiny child strength. Lance Kringle, Kier-elf and Catalin-elf doing nothing but laughing as what little holiday joy Varian had was mercilessly smacked out of him by an elementary schooler.

🎅🏿🎅🏿🎅🏿🎅🏿🎅🏿

An hour, and many children later, Varian watched as another kid, an eight year old little girl with adorable Afro pigtails in hand-made flower clips, excitedly climbed up Lance’s lap. 

“Ho ho ho! And what might your name be little girl?” Lance said in his most jolly voice. Which was really just his regular voice. 

“I’m Annette Jones!” She happily exclaimed. Varian sighed as he flipped the page of his notebook and began to write.

“And have you been good this year?”

“Not really, but I tried!”

Varian snorted. He loved the honesty.

“Well as long as you tried, sometimes that’s all we can do! And what do you want for Christmas?”

The little girl pondered for a second, before answering with “I want a bed. I have to share one with my sister cuz we can’t afford two beds.”

Varian’s gaze softened, so did the other three pairs of eyes.

Lance was silent for just the briefest moment, which gave the little girl an opportunity to whisper in his ear. And due to Varian’s close proximity, he could hear every word.

“My sister is really little, and she still wets the bed, and people at school make fun of me for smelling like pee. But I’m not allowed to sleep on the floor.”

Varian felt his heart drop. He knew full well what it was like to be bullied, and what it was like to be bullied over things far outside your control. 

Lance dropped the Holly-Jolly act, and spoke earnestly “well then, a bed for Christmas it is. And is there anything else you may want? A book? A toy?”

The child beamed at the idea of receiving two gifts, which was a little heartbreaking to Varian. He readied his pen. 

“I want an alchemy kit! I wanna be an alchemist someday!”

Varian felt a small smile grace his face. He and Lance made eye contact, before Lance turned away and said “I’m sure my elves can put something together for you.”

Little Annette beamed, and thanked Santa and each of the elves with a quick hug, before running back to her tired-looking, but happy mother.

🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁

After what felt like an eternity, but was likely simply forty minutes, the line started to dissipate. And at the end, stood Varian’s closest friend, and the bane of his existence.

“How’d it go?” Rapunzel chirped. “Have fun?” Eugene asked.

“It went well! We had a lot of fun!” Lance exclaimed, before Varian quickly followed up with “I want to be Krampus next year. Also, my ass is freezing.”

“Language, Varian. There are children nearby.” Eugene jokingly scolded.

Varian raised an eyebrow “do you know how many times I’ve been cussed out by my six year old neighbor?”

“Touché.” 

“We got a lot of kids. Like, a lot. This was more successful than I thought it’d be!” Lance said as he got up and proceeded to wipe off the general kid-yuck that had accumulated on his lap.

Rapunzel beamed “I’m so glad! Thank you guys for helping me put this together, and thank you girls, and Varian, for playing along!”

The girls gave their ‘of courses’ while Varian plucked Rudolph The Red Nosed Raccoon off his perch and made his way back to the castle, preparing for a warm evening with many blankets, hot cocoa, a book, and no Eugene or Lance.

“Oh, Varian! Can I have that notebook please?”

Varian stopped, puzzled, but still handed Rapunzel the brand-new leather notebook Eugene had given him for the occasion. (He was a little bummed, it was a really nice notebook, he had hoped he could use it after this was over. But alas.) 

The princess excitedly took the book handed to her and flipped through the pages. 

“Wow” She breathed “you’re right, this is a lot!”

Her boyfriend peered over her shoulder “damn, this is going to take forever to make!”

Varian stood there, confused, while Rapunzel excitedly flipped through the pages of requests. “Wait, what?”

The two looked up at him, amused. “You didn’t think we were gonna ask these kids what they wanted for Christmas and not give them presents?” Rapunzel asked. “Didn’t Eugene tell you? That was your community service assignment, help us make toys for these kids!”

“Wait, so pretending to be an elf wasn’t for my community service?”

“Uh, no, not really. But I guess it can count.” Rapunzel shrugged, confused and a little nervous.

Eugene, however, had the most shit-eating grin.

“You asshole!” 

Despite his smug demeanor, Eugene realized the danger he was in when the small alchemist ripped off his hat and pulled a brightly-colored alchemical bomb out of it. 

Eugene cursed, and booked it toward the castle, the angry teenager hot on his heels, jingling all the way.

Rapunzel sighed, and picked up Pascal-Prancer and began to clean up their little station alongside Max-Comet. Lance and the girls having already made their way to the treehouse.

❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️

By the end of the day, Lance-Claus and his two beloved elves were in their treehouse, sipping hot chocolate and telling ghost stories.

A now blue-haired Eugene had been properly scolded and reprimanded for his technical abuse of power. Not by Quirin, or even the King and Queen, who thought the whole situation was hilarious; but by Rapunzel who was forced to choose a side between her boyfriend and her grumpy alchemist friend.

The three sat in front of the fire, nursing warm tea and watching as Varian’s elf costume burned, the buttons glistening as they melted. Eugene quietly snored as he drifted off to sleep on Varian’s shoulder.

Varian was snuggled in between the couple, with his raccoon draped across his neck. As much as he loved spending his free time with his father at home, there was something special about being in the castle on a cold evening, in front of an ornate fireplace and being cuddled by his closest friends.

He was more than happy to make some better memories here. As the holidays went on, the castle felt more and more like home. Unlike the prison it had become during his time as a Saporian Separatist. 

Varian quickly shoved that thought away, wanting to continue reveling in the blissful peace of the evening. 

“So, I probably should have asked you if you actually wanted to help with our project.” Rapunzel broke the silence softly, lifting her head up from Varian’s hair and looking at him. “I got excited when me and the guys came up with it, that I didn’t think that maybe you’d want to take the holidays off. I’m sorry, if you don’t want to do it I understand.” Her voice was sincere, and the firelight reflected off her kind eyes.

Varian appreciated the offer. The idea of spending the next few weeks at home with his dad, without having to worry about any important projects, just spending time doing as little as possible. A blissful, no-stress vacation, it was very appealing.

But then he thought back to Annette. The little girl who simply wanted a bed just so she wouldn’t be bullied, like he had been. The little girl who excitedly asked for an alchemy kit, like he had when he was her age.

He thought back to all the kids he had witnessed. Many of them had been from the orphanage, as they had intentionally placed themself near Corona’s only children’s home. And even more were from low-income backgrounds. In just a few hours, he had seen so many poor and unfortunate children light up at the prospect of receiving a gift, something they may not be able to dream about under normal circumstances.

He wanted to be able to help those kids. To give them the childhood they deserved. The childhood that had, in a way, been ripped away from him.

He didn’t like blissful, no-stress vacations anyway.

❤️💚❤️💚❤️

Christmas Morning came, and Annette was awoken by her three year old sister. The toddler excitedly made her way down the stairs, the older child following a little more hesitantly.

She had stopped believing in Santa at a young age. Her mother never had the finances to make her wishes come true, so it was an easy conclusion to come to. Santa wasn’t real. Or, at least, Santa was only real for the rich kids.

Meaning she knew that it wasn’t Santa Claus and his elves she had met that afternoon, it was the princesses friends.

Christmas still felt magical of course, she knew enough to know that gifts didn’t mean much when you had your family. But still, it stung just slightly, knowing that all she and her still naive and excited sister were going to get were very few cheap gifts, and barely a handful of candy in their stockings. 

Annette’s eyes widened as she made her way down the rickety steps, and saw presents lining the tree. Much more and much bigger than she ever expected.

Her little sister dashed to open one of the smaller boxes, as the young girl could only stare in wonder.

“Annette, baby, why don’t you open this one first?” Her young mother gestured to a large box wrapped in beautiful shining red paper, a white bow added to the side. A little tag on the side with a pretty cursive ‘from Santa.’

A few moments later, the box opened to reveal a wooden bed, the head frame depicting a beautifully painted mural of flowers, and the mattress already fitted with a sheet, two pillows, and a hand-knitted pink blanket. 

And in the middle of the bed was another box, with no wrapping, and a tag reading ‘from Santa’s Elf.’

Her eyes brightened as she opened the box and saw a large assortment of beakers and flasks, a small pair of goggles and gloves, and a small handwritten booklet detailing various scientific information, beginner-experiments, tips, and lab safety rules. Her own little alchemy kit.

Like for many other Coronan children this year, Christmas was just a little bit more magical for Annette.

[estellardreams]

When you like long haired Wukong a bit too much /j

This mystic monkey being born with long magical hair... Oh great sage.

Besides the, ah... Extremely long hair, his outfit was toned down to his travel ware from season 3 of LMK as his base outfit, with his og outfit being for important events (it's a tad... Bulky. That's how he feels over it)

And as for the length of his hair... I had to do some math. And OH GREAT SAGE THE MATH-

[link to the reddit post here]

Anyway a few things:

87% of his hair is hidden behind a glamour. That's how long it is.

Early years to the brotherhood, Wukong kept his hair loose and barely tied up. However during JTTW it was pulled up and tidy to keep him from dragging it around and needing to wash it every single second (also to prevent casualties)

The hair is how he has his usual monkey powers. If you cut it he goes full mortal human and he DOESN'T want that.

Yes he can use the healing/hurt/sun incantations like Rapunzel can. Though he doesn't know this himself :p

Does this mean Wukong is the Sundrop and Macaque is the Moonstone /silly

[pasta-artz]

Pov: your ex best friend and his lil gang get rid of ur parent's memories while ur big sister and the other trusted adults you know are gone so you use what he taught you against him and make it out to piss him off every chance you get bc you're salty lol

WAOHHH IM ALIVE? is this fandom alive? I hope so....ANYWAYS TANGLED OC WHATT⁉️

ANYWAYS this is my oc, what's her name⁉️ hell if I know LMAO, Drop the name suggestions below 😎

Anyways yapping undercut

SEASON 1

Anyways she's Rapunzel's younger sister, was sorta isolated cause her parents were a bit paranoid after having their first child kidnapped yadayada ermm Cassandra used to train her in like fighting and stuff cause yk self defense....she's sorta like shy cause well she didn't go out that often

Gets along well with Rapunzel, kinda sus abt Eugene but he saved her sister so she's like ehh whatever, befriends Varian and is super excited cause she gets her first friend her age!! Ermm he talks a lot of Alchemy cause duh, and she listens and let's him info dump, gives him access to the royal library super fun or whatevrrrr

Then when the whole thing with his dad happens, she's like "omg BRB lemme see if I can find any books or smth to help!! Don't leave!" He leaves...or sorta gets kicked out ykyk

She sorta gets upset with Rapunzel cause well...yeah..anyways when Varian returns she's like "omg bestie I'm sorry" and he's all yk, she notices he's acting a bit sus but along with Rapunzel helps him out... BOOM BETRAYAL, they fist fight /hj

Anyways Rapunzel's birthday‼️Oc is sorta just sulking cause she lost her bestie for life, but she's also not given up on trying to figure out a way to help her ex best friend...sigh ANYWAYS she gangs up with Rapunzel against their dad...BOOM THEY GET GROUNDEDDDD

Gang helps break her out too, she's all angy towards her ex bestie but also wants to talk to him cause she doesn't wanna fight him again 😞 but yknow fog thingy happens and she uses what he taught her to help fight but then she's like "OMG YALL this is a distraction‼️‼️" for what? She doesn't know what but she knows Varian well enough to know this is to keep everyone busy. And yk boom mother dearest gets kidnapped.

Anyways everyone gets ready to go and fist fight broski, and while Rapunzel and her dad go up to confront Varian they're like "okay you stay here cause your too young and too close to Varian" and she's all angy abt that too but does as told. Anyways varian comes out with his giant robot and she's able to fight him off a bit while Rapunzel figures out the rocks and delivers the final blow and yk that happens...THEN BOOM VARIAN GOES TO JAILLL yolo

ANDDD SEASON 2

She doesn't go with the gang cause she's still hung up abt Varian and in the beginning she goes to visit Varian in jail, but he kinda shuts her out which she doesn't blame him for. This I added myself but Varian spends his birthday in JAIL and she goes and is like "I brought you cake" and they kinda start talking but then it blows up into a fight and that's when she stops visiting him...sad

Anyways he and the other guys I forgot their names break out of prison, make her parents lose their memories abt her an Rapunzel and she sneaks out before they can find out, she sorta starts up a rebellion but a hidden one and occasionally appears to save ppl or break em outta prison and to also piss off Varian lol

And yes she uses what she learned from him against him bc she's petty...

SEASON 3

She helps the gang during their fight and explains what's beeb happening while they were gone, Varian redemption arc happens but she's sorta has trust issues now cause remember Varian was her first friend ever and he wants to befriend her again but she's kinda barely even talking to him

During the red rocks episode Rapunzel tries to push her to trust Varian again and after an emotional moment and when Varian is having doubt and yk fear, she talks to him, yk besties make up and they're friends again

This season would mostly be abt them rekindling their friendship and stuff BUT YEAHHH‼️‼️

they're sillies and I love em sm :>>

If anyone has any questions feel free to ask ❤️

(Yes she's in VAT7K but that's for another time)

[dizzymisslizzie]

Lockdown fic! Something I’ve been playing with this week!

Tagging @miss-minnelli 💜💙🩷

Alex is going stir crazy in the guest quarters all on his own. He FaceTimes Nora to save some semblance of his sanity.

“Alejandro! How’s lockdown in a palace?”

“I’m going nuts, Nora. There’s nothing to do. I’ve finished everything I can finish for school without a library…”

“Kensington doesn’t have a library?”

“A doubt there’s much non-fiction that isn’t from the Victorian era.” Alex scoffs.

“You can’t explore at all?” Nora asks.

“I don’t really know! No one is telling me anything!” Alex runs his hand through his curls.

“Have you reached out the royal siblings?”

“I barely know Princess Beatrice and Prince Charming hates me.”

“I’m sure if you reached out, they would be happy to let you explore the palace and gardens.”

As if summoned by Nora the Chaos Demon, Henry enters the kitchen in comfy looking joggers and Oxford Rowing tank top. His arms are glorious.

“You’re drooling.”

“Shut up, Nora.”

Alex realizes Henry has ear buds in and in that second Henry turns and jumps back, startled. His hand moves to his chest while his other pulls out an ear bud, “Christ! Alex, I’m sorry to intrude.”

“Henry! Alex is lonely and isolated, tell Rapunzel to let down her hair!” Alex promptly hangs up on her.

“Ignore her.” Alex chuckles uncomfortably, “What are you doing?” Alex asks and Henry opens the freezer. “I was out of Cornettos. I knew they’d stocked you up? Does that make me the Ryder to your Rapunzel?”

“We both know I would be the Ryder.”

“Cause of the nose?”

“Hey! My nose is perfectly-”

“Yes, yes, Alexander. You’re a paragon of facial symmetry.” Henry smiles wide and takes a cone from the box. Alex gets up and crosses the room, stopping inches away from Henry. He takes an ice cream from the box.

“Thanks, your majesty.”

Henry stares at Alex as he takes a big bite of ice cream.

“Security thinks it would be better if you came to reside in the family apartments. If you’re comfortable with that.” Henry fidgets with his signet ring.

Alex stares at him for moment, brow furrowed. “Yeah, if it will make things easier for security.”

Henry smiles, “I’ll help you with your things.”

[breadsticksposts]

yandere scaramouche!

rapunzel references reader!! {when will my life begin}

-you woke up at 7 am the bed beside you empty, well scaramouche usually left you alone in the morning. so this is normal

-you go to the bedroom and clean yourself. after that you go to the dinning room to eat your breakfast that the maids prepare for you, many people says yyou are living your best life, but how can it be the best if you are lock in a big villa?? well yes itts pretty and anything you could ever imagine. BUT you also want your freedom!! what is fun about being lonely?? you have no one to talk too and barely anything to do! well, that is until you kinda do chores around!

-firsr scaramouche doesnt understand you, why would you want to do chores when you can just sit ot read a book?? i mean you do get too watchh TV but you can watch it if you have his permission, and how can you ask him when he is mostly not with you every time??

-so scaramouche let you do what ever you wat, yyou kinda just clean the room that you like! like the painting room,library, kitchen, sewing place,music room.

-after you eat your breakfast, you take a broom and went to the music room, because that is the pllace that really need a tidy up! you brush and bruch the floor, mop it and put the instrument in their own place!

-next you do your laundry, well you inda just seperatted the clothes and gie it to the maids to do the rest, but that must count for something right??

-after all of that you look at the time and its omly been 7:30, you do it all in 30 minute!? you decide to sweep the rooms that you like, you went to the library and clean it, but mostly you dont see anything to clean, mayybe just the floor but the books is in their place. you are kinda great full too

-the library is not that big so you usually dont gett tired up from just sweeping the floor, well..maybe just a little bit!

-you then try to pick a book to read and waste your time on, but you cant get any book that you like! most of the book that you like, its finished! gods why dont scaramouche put the kind of books that you like?? maybe you can aste your time reading new books! at the end of the day you read the same books over again.

-its 10:30 now, well that sure waste much time! i guess?? well you get bored of reading, you know all the plots already so its came to be a bit boring, but there some parts you like or still miss! after all of that you were thinking that its a great time to start paiting! you love love LOVE painting! i mean you could draw anything that you like, that is practiclly freedom fr you!

- you went to the painting room or you can say art room, that room is only ffills with your paintings in the walls and canvas! all match your aesthetics. you take your brus and start painting on the wall, you sit on a ladder and paints some details that. you miss on the previous drawings, or just add some more drawings!

-you waste your time mostly in the art room, coloring every inch. you were thinking to ask scaramouche to buy you more canvas for you to paint, well you just need the right moment, really.

-you lose to track of time until someone knock at the door. “my lady, please come ouut, its already lunch time. the lord will not be very pleased if he knows you forget or didnt eat.”

-you sigh and clean up the mess you create and came out of the room. you went to the dining room again and you have been prepared some foods, mosty its cold but you dont really care.

-you always wonder why scaramouche have a long didng table,its mostly just you and him so why there is many sits, who is. that for?? but you always think tht maybe sometimes there will be some important people joining dinner. who knows??

-after you eat the foods that you were given, you went to your room, where many things are in the tto keep you distracted! like sewings/knits,and puzzles

you do your puzzles, which is the one you been wanting and been begging for scaramouche to buy it for you. you put it up and it only took 15 minutes. boringgg!

you try to knits but you cant get how to do it! like how can people do this thing?? its so hard!!

-ell finally after many tries you kind of give up and went to the kitchen to bake!

-you try to bake some cookies but you kinda dont get the hang ofbaking yet so you mess up many times and ending up the cheff bake it for you. its so delicious, its warm and h=when you put it with cold milk its just make the. perfect combos!

-then you feels like you need a GOOD stretch from all of those activity. you went to your room and stretch, you try to hold your own feet but you cant and you just end up being tired.

-but if you were thinking, why dot i just escape from here?? you tried. really! but every inch of this villa is filled with maids and body guards, and you always feels like the is eyes on you every inch of your body. the last time you tired to escape, you kinda end up being punished by scaramouche and we do not want to think about it again!most of the time you do just end up being cought or fail and you will face his wrath later..

-you end up laying in the couch, resting. its so boring in here, how come they say i should be greatfull living like this??

-you take your book and reread it again, you miss when your life is just about friends, family, and freedom. until this happen, now you can only read a book about fantasies. there is not many amount of book about fantasies in the library, most about education, funfacts or straight up history. you always falls asleep reading tthose books! you were thinking for your birthday gifts, you could ask for books??? WHAT! no way1!! you could ask for “anything” but you ask for some books!? ugh..

-how about..the outside?? i mean its been so long that you didnt see tthe outside! youu always wondering what is it feels like again?? windy? refreshing? hot? you can only imagine it.., the closes thing you got is the garden! you can only see the skies..,every corner have a tall smooth walls that was imossible to climb on.

-okey thats enough!! just focus on the book you are reading and dont think about thos impossible things. scaramouche? letting you out?? you must be dreaming!

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“this woman..keep reading tthe same book over and over again?? ugh..there is so many book i bought for her and she keep reading those books?? what is she thinking!? i. didnt waste all that money for nothing!” scaramouche groan while looking at the cameras he set up in every corner of the rooms.

“my lord, if i read the titles of the book, i would think its an fanfiction book, or full of imaginative things.., i do recommend buying her more like those books, rather than historical books” the head maid says, giving scaramouche some advice.

“gods.. what girl want so much!-“ scaramouche complains

“my lord, this girl have been goods for a few days..i think you could give her something for her being obidient? from the reports of the workers, she been helping around the villa, and didnt do any escape attemts” the head maid told scaramouche about the past few days ago.

“i see, i will take a look. now leave.”. scaramouche order the head maidas the. take a look of you laying on the couch reading those books again.

im so sorry if there any typos! and i hope you enjoy it!

[internetgiraffekid1673]

Alrighty are you ready for a bunch of rapid fir questions? Yes I did leave for like thirty minutes and then come back!

Favorite song

Favorite artist

Favorite colors ( I know basic but I genuinely like knowing)

Favorite movie

Favorite Christmas movie

Favorite holiday

Zodiac

Favorite classes/ least favorite classes ( yes I did directly plagiarize this from you)

Favorite way to get out of class ( random I know but I'm running out of ideas and inspiration is always helpful)

Favorite mobile game

Favorite book

Favorite queer book ( I need some recommendations)

Do you or do you not like jewelry? Favorite kind of jewelry ( bracelets, earrings, rings, ect)

Do you paint your nails? What color?

Do you play any musical instruments, which ones

Favorite pride flag only based on the colors not what it represents

I'll probably come up with more in like three seconds but right now this is what I got!

Aiight, let's goooo!

Favorite song: start with something hard why don't we! I have far far FAR too many favorite songs, and it tends to swap a lot. I'd say my current is One Voice by the Wailin' Jenny's because it's blorbo coded. I'd say more long term is probably Down to the River to Pray, specifically the Alisson Krauss version because it has many happy childhood memories attached.

Favorite Artist: uhhhhh. Currently, the Crane Wives, Madds Buckley, The Longest Johns, The Jolly Rogers, The Wailin' Jenny's and The Haunted Windchimes! That's not in any particular order, I just can't pick!

Favorite Colors: this one does actually have complicated answers for me! I would say really generally and generically, I like blue (because I'm boring). However. My favorite color to wear is gray, I like owning things in any pastel colors, and my favorite color combination is a violent and hideous contrast of orange and magenta!

Favorite Christmas Movie: KLAUS! GO WATCH IT! RIGHT NOW! KLAUS KLAUS KLAUS KLAUS KLAUS! It's on Netflix, it's an adorable animated comedy, I am OBSESSED, and I will watch it as a comfort movie ANY time of year!

Favorite Holiday: Halloween! I love spooky season! The vibes, the fun, the community, the weather---all of it is very fun.

Zodiac: virgo, but only JUST barely

Favorite classes: I like all my classes because I am a pathetic little nerd. In high school my favorites were probably orchestra and choir, but that feels like a copout because they're so different from other classes. As far as core 4 subjects, I really like history and social studies. In college it was my psychology classes HANDS DOWN!

Favorite way to get out of class: HMMMMM. So I actually HATED missing class in high school, and my parents would usually just let me take a mental health day if I needed it because they are the best. In college you can just . . .skip. Like. You shouldn't. But you can.

As far as what I learned from my peers, it depends on who you need to justify the skipping to. Generally though:

1) Period cramps are being extra bad

2) Friend or family member is having a mental health or physical health episode and needs help RIGHT NOW

are the two most reliable, but the way most of the kids in my school did it were to just be fully honest about skipping and bribe the teachers and parents. Like. The teachers cared a lot less that you showed up a half an hour late if you bring them burger king and a box of donuts for the class. Your teachers also don't tend to care as long as you show up most of the time, get all your assignments done, and keep your grades up.

Favorite Mobile Game: 2048

Favorite Book: For a long time I struggled to answer this, but I've decided in the past couple years! My favorite book is Disenchanted: The Trials of Cinderella by Megan Morrison. It's the second book in a series called The Land of Tyme (although it's not marketed under that). The first book is Grounded: The Adventures of Rapunzel, and the third book is Transformed: The Perils of the Frog Prince.

They're all really amazing and immaculately worldbuilt fractured fairytales that are all woven together. Like the worldbuilding is so good that I was able to use Disenchanted for a civics essay because it is a civics textbook disguised as a fantasy novel.

Disenchanted is my favorite because I am most attached to the characters there and also because it is the most grounded in the world. It's got the least extraneous fantastical plot going on, and the characters are all a lot more street level. But they're all very good and you should all go read them right now.

Favorite Queer Book: I really liked Aces Wild. Ragtag squad of asexuals that met online pull elaborate cons and heists on Vegas elite. Very very entertaining and heartwarming.

Jewelery: I think jewelery is really pretty on other people and I also can't touch any of it myself with a 10 foot pole because of my sensory issues. VISCERALLY despise being in contact with any and all jewelery. I can't even wear cloth jewelery, lanyards, watches, etc. It all just triggers my sensory issues out the wazoo.

Nails: Makeup of any kind also unfortunately drives my sensory issues up the wall, although that one's more about the smell than the feel.

Instruments: I do! I've been playing the cello for a little over 9 years now, and I'm pretty good at it! I also play guitar, which I mostly taught to myself during COVID. I can play the ukelele as an extension of the guitar too. I can also play the piano sort of. By which I mean I can read the sheet music for it, I know how that maps onto the keys, and I practice a lot, but I haven't had formal lessons since I was 7 and I don't think I'm very good. Didn't stop my church from having me play it for the tiny children during sunday school though.

Favorite Pride Flags Based Only On Colors: Any and all iterations of the lesbian flag are UNFAIRLY pretty. I'm actually also a huge fan of the aroace flag. I'm also pretty fond of the gay men's flag, the trans flag, and the genderfluid flag!

Thanks so much for asking! This was fun!

[frozenwolftemplar]

Flash Fiction Friday 1/24

At it again! Thanks to @flashfictionfridayofficial for the prompt! Took interpretation a little looser this week, but I think it still fits, so here we are!

Prompt: Blinding Gaze

Fandom: Tangled: the Series

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Word Count: 985 😁

 It had felt good, at first.

"Wow!" Rapunzel's eyes shone to dim the sun from where she stood at the edge of the training field. "That was amazing Cassandra!"

"Eh." Cass draped her bow, with a flash of flourish, over the back of her shoulders and looped her arms, scarecrow-like, up and over the back of the weapon. She shrugged, the curved arc of wood was staunch as pride against her sinews. "It's just a warm-up."

"It's not 'just' anything." Rapunzel flitted over and studied the target where Cass's arrow had sliced, neat and true as a vow, down the middle of an earlier arrow piercing the dead-center bulls-eye. She turned back to Cass, green eyes dazzling. "It's incredible! I didn't know someone could even do that!"

"Come on," she'd said, unlooping the bow and sliding an arrow from her quiver and holding them out to the Princess. "I'll show you some basics."

Rapunzel had looked nervously at the bow much like the townspeople looked at Frauline Lizst's yappy and snarling dervish of a dog (like they looked at her). "It's...couldn't I shoot someone's eye out?"

"Not if you know what you're doing."

And Rapunzel's gaze, that glorious midsummer gaze, had brightened as she took the bow. "Trusting you on this one,” she’d said with a playful wink.

And she'd got her first bulls-eye before the session ended, a feat she attributed as much to Cassandra as to herself.

Yeah, maybe she'd let her ego be stroked a little more than was good for it; after all, what meaning was there to be had in the awe of a girl for whom, for eighteen years, the world had consisted solely of a tower history forgot and a hidden glade that didn't know time? But to be recognized, even in that small way, after a lifetime of being seen as nothing more than 'the Captain's girl' or 'the cast-off' or 'the castle charity case' felt...good.

Yes, she'd thought to herself time and again, Rapunzel's eyes warming the months, yes it felt very good, for once being able to bask in the sun of an admiring, trusting gaze. A taste of ambrosia given generously by an Olympian hand.

But she had read the myths; she should have recalled the gods of yore were capricious things.

For as the months passed, the hand, slowly but surely, withdrew.

"Rapunzel, please, this is a bad idea." Cass grabbed ahold of Rapunzel's arm, staying her. “You don’t know anything about these guys. The last thing we should be doing is sitting down to tea with them.”

”Cass...” Rapunzel rolled her eyes, the way Cass herself had when she was eight and her dad balked at letting her graduate from wooden dummy swords to real ones she could barely lift. “You’re being paranoid. You don’t need to guard my every move.”

Cass firmed her expression. That’s literally my job, and you’re not making it easy.

”And besides, look at them.” She indicated the couple, clad in flounce and frills and giggling like ninnies over their toadstool table and ridiculously ornate teapot. “Do they look dangerous to you?”

No, they didn’t, but that made her hackles rise all the more. “Raps, please, trust me on this one.”

The Princess had turned to her once more, green eyes steady and bright in the half-light of the forest. “We’re going. It’ll be fine.”

That was the first time she’d felt the burn.

(the fact she'd ended up being right was little consolation)

She’d tried to ignore it, the way she would a mildly-inconveniencing sprain. Instead she focused on the light that still dazzled, the warmth that still shone, and found salve in apologies that felt true even as 'sorry' was never said even as the burns became more numerous, and savored what she could of the ambrosia.

This was her job. This was her duty. And the Princess...was still Rapunzel, who she was beholden to answer to, true, but was also, against all the improbabilities of Rank and Birth and the toss of Fate's die, her friend.

She’d thought.

Now, in the aftermath of the latest ill-fated adventure, another one she’d warned her not to take, Cass sat cradling what was left of her arm, black and withered as a candle’s spent wick with angry streaming boils erupting along its length, grimacing in pain and trying not to scream.

Her hand...her sword hand....turned to ash; her place in the castle...her future...her life...gone in a burst of flame, all because of-

She felt Rapunzel's beside her.

"Why?" Cass spat the word, taut and holding embers, as she turned and latched her eyes onto Rapunzel's, the green eyes wide with horror. "Why didn't you let me use the Spear? Why didn't you trust me?"

Rapunzel blinked, let her hands fall to her side; she opened her mouth, shut it, opened it again; her fingers twitched like the legs of a dying bug.

Then her gaze changed.

The green narrowed, the warmth burning hotter. "I told you to get out."

"The Incantation was too strong; you couldn't control it!"

"Yes, I could!"

Her hand throbbed; she grit her teeth. "Did that rot go to your brain? You couldn't snap out of it, that why I had to-"

"Cassandra, enough!"

Cass's mouth snapped shut. The Princess drew herself taller, looking down at Cass kneeling in the dirt. "I'm not going to argue about this with you. I stand by my choice. I told you to leave and you chose to stay. You can't blame me for that."

Eugene called her then, something about helping build up the fire for a supper none of them were going to be able to eat anyway, and the Princess left, leaving Cass alone.

Good, she thought, sitting back against a stump of a long dead tree and shutting her eyes.

She'd been burned enough for one day.

Ambrosia never was meant for her.

(A/N: 🎶Cass's Burned Arm, Cass's Burned Arm, only a matter of time before I write Cass's Burned Arm 🎶)

[revoltpark]

open at your own risk warning this is long

this is just the whole fuckinf story

here’s the wattpad but I have it written below

Brace yourself, bear with me and yea.

So to start it off, Revolt park is a South Park au made to take place in 1848. The characters live in this kingdom named southshire, with a tyrant of a ruler. The king is Lucifer Thorn, royal by blood. His wife, Beatrice Thorn, died of some sort of disease but there were some rumors that she was a witch. And their son, Damien thorn.

Damien is often kept in the castle, far from the outsiders, kinda like rapunzel. He had never really met anyone is age, he mostly was around the two royal servants, Josh and Leslie. Well that was until one day, while he was out at the royal garden, he saw some poor underclass boy through the gates. Therefore how he met pip.

The revolution was another part of this little kingdom. Gregory, a upperclass boy, who had never really dealt with the unfairness of the classes. Had somehow started a revolution to take down the classes. He was a privileged boy, always or mostly got what he wanted yet he still did this revolution thing. Mark, a middleclass boy, being his right hand man. And Gregory’s younger brother by two years, Herbert, also decided to help. The revolution consisted of mostly teens and mostly boys. Barely any upperclass, some middleclass, and A LOT of underclass. Gregory’s sister, younger by one year, Estella, was somewhat apart of the revolution. She was a feminist, she wanted equal rights for ALL, especially women. Rebecca, marks sister, younger by a year and Wendy were also somewhat apart of the revolution, just to make sure it had feminism. 

Christophe, Kenny and pip are all underclass. Christophe works as a grave digger, pip at the bakery and Kenny as a newsboy. All somehow apart of the Revolution, mostly half-assed. Pip rarely shows up to the meetings. Yes, he wants equality, he is in the working class after all, but he just doesn’t seem to have interest for the meetings, especially since he met Damien. Kenny shows up every once in a while, he thinks the upperclass are rich snobs and he wants equality for the underclass, he also just hates Gregory. Christophe shows up to basically every meeting, for two reasons. He believes in the cause, throughout his skepticism. He just thinks Gregory’s ideas are a little too far fetched. But he also likes to go because Gregory’s basically eye candy to him. 

Lexus, cosette and dogpoo(DP) don’t really have a big role in the story, they’re friends with Christophe,Kenny and pip. Cosette who loves Christophe, Lexus who lusts for Christophe, and Dogpoo who often picks a fight for Christophe. The underclass was a cruel and dog eat dog place, filled with thieves and prostitutes and dying people, Lexus being a prostitute herself. Cosette was almost pressured into becoming one, but she still has some self respect. 

Anyhoo, back onto the royals. Josh and Leslie were originally underclasses, until beatrice(who was alive when she found them), saw potential in the two poor kids, brought them back to the castle. They’ve been there ever since, both intelligent and cruel. Josh, himself, also has a blonde underclass boyfriend, Trent. Nobody really knows about Josh and Trent though. 

The castle is most LITERALLY filled with magic, Whenever someone in the castle gets sick, they use magic to cure it. They only use the magic for their advantage, they never use it for the citizens. There are also, some cannibals. The castle life seems so unreal. Leslie,Josh and kinda the king are cannibals, it’s not like they eat eachother or anything. Whenever a underclass dies, or someone gets executed, they get brought to the castle and the chefs cook them. It’s seems as a normal thing to them. Damien on the other hand doesn’t like the taste of human flesh, he never thought of it as wrong due to how he was raised. He’s just a bit of a picky eater, plus they never even told Damien where they got the meat from until he was maybe 13.

Back to the revolutionaries, Estella and Rebecca were alone one night after hanging out with their friends. There happened to be some rogue guards. They at first started arguing with Estella, mainly because they were weirdos and wanted to get closer to her. They eventually realized she and Rebecca were apart of the Revolution. What sad night for feminism, Estella and Rebecca both got shot on the spot, due to the anger of the guard. Their parents were paid to keep quiet. That pissed mark and Gregory off even more.

A few months later, the royals had realized Kenny kept dying and just kept coming back alive, Leslie, decided to take the case. She managed to kidnap Kenny and brought him to her,,,dissection room? It was a room she used to dissect the dead people before they ate them, to make sure there wasn’t anything weird in their intestines. She was going to take some blood, well a lot of blood from Kenny, check it out, hopefully use it to help the castle. Well Gregory and Christophe found out about it. And they weren’t happy. They managed to do a little break in to the castle and went on the find Kenny. They found him already strapped down to the table, Leslie getting ready to do what she was gonna do until Gregory and Christophe stopped the whole thing. Gregory went on to unbound Kenny to the table while Christophe went to fight Leslie. Now Christophe and Gregory both brought a weapon of their choice, Gregory bringing his cutlass while Christophe brought his shovel, Gregory doubted him at first but he was FLABBERGASTED when he saw that Christophe had pierced the shovel right in Leslie stomach, ultimately killing her. The boys left the castle with Kenny having trauma and Gregory and Christophe growing a somehow stronger bond.

A few months after that, pip and Damien were basically dating. Since Lucifer was rarely in his child’s life, Damien often snuck pip into the castle. Those two were probably the luckiest out of all of them.

Sooner or later, one night, the revolutionaries decided to raid the castle. That turned out not so good. The revolutionaries were getting killed by the guards. Josh, being the maniac he is, decided to help the guards. Poor Herbert found himself cornered by Josh, and Josh, recognizing him as Herbert, the leader of the revolutions brother, decided to kill Herbert. Josh was overly cruel to the poor boy, Josh had pulled a dagger out on his and chased him around the castle until ultimately killing him, brutally. He left Herbert for a moment and noticed mark wasn’t to far, mark had witnessed the whole killing of Herbert and lucky mark, he was next. Josh spared him, simply slicing his neck and stabbing him somewhere in the abdomen. Josh had gotten shot a few times, decided that was enough and left the castle. 

Gregory had managed to sneak up to the kings study, finding him there, and shooting him right in the back of the head. Gregory hurried out of the study, he found Christophe and they both looked for a exit in the castle. Gregory had passed by a bunch of the dead revolutionaries bodies, a disgusting sight to say the least. He passed by mark and Herbert’s body and felt a horrible grief hit him immediately. Seeing his little brother and best friend dead really hurt him. Atleast he had Christophe, well barely before they made it to a exit, Josh who was exiting the castle, shot Christophe, THREE times, then made his way out. Gregory was absolutely devastated.  First his sisters death, then his brothers and best friends and his love. Christophe was alive for barely enough time, he died in Gregory’s arms and Gregory lost it. I guess you could compare it to Achilles reaction to patroclus’ death. Screaming, loud. Sobbing, pulling hair out, All that. Eventually, his impulsive self grabbed his cutlass, he had nothing else to really lose. without a second thought, he stabbed himself right through the chest. 

Well, during this whole thing. Damien had locked himself in his room. And pip had went to the castle to basically get Damien out. He managed to catch Damien from the window and went to the woods to hide. Afterwords it was a horrible sight to go back to the castle. Everyone’s dead, there’s no longer a king. Damien, being the prince, unfortunately had to fill in as king. Josh wasn’t even there to help out, turns out he straight up ran away from the kingdom with Trent.

Kenny and pip weren’t involved with the raiding of the castle, they decided to stay home. The only really three ones who made it out of the Revolution alive was Kenny,pip and Wendy. 

Years later, Damien and pip are the kings, living happily ever after ish. AND THEY HAVE KIDS DOMINIC AND CHARLIE YIPPEE. Only downside is that the ghosts of the revolution haunt the castle, Womp Womp. 

So that was revolt park explained in I guess the simplest way I could think of? Idk. But yea, I may or may rewrite it but that’s the whole story for now. 

[tangledbea]

Do you think Eugene saw Gothel fall out the window?

No. He was barely conscious after cutting Rapunzel's hair.

And then after Gothel fell, and Rapunzel looked back at him, he was like this:

During Gothel's thrashing around and tripping and falling, Eugene slumped even more to the floor. Rapunzel had to actively rouse him to get him to even talk to her after this. There's no way he saw Gothel fall.

(And before anyone says anything, yes I know his physical position between those two frames don't really make sense. I'm positive they were boarded by two different people, and lacks a little consistency.)

[the-frostiest-of-flakes]

Test Run

Fandom: rotbtd | Characters: Merida, Rapunzel, Hiccup, Jack Frost

Prompt(s): Merida, Favorite AU

Word count: 1851 | Warnings: None | Read on AO3

Summary: While giving her new gear a test run, Merida nearly dies and winds up meeting several budding heroes. Some more impressive than others.

Author's Note: I wrote this for the third week's prompts of the 2023 Big Four Fest, which were Merida and Favorite AUs. My favorite au is a very specific one by lucidorange on tumblr, and it's based around the larger superhero au. Unfortunately, the creator of the au deleted their tumblr account a while back, so everything I know about the au is thanks to the wayback machine and reblogs of the comic. (You can find part 1 here)

I tried to give the triplets more unique personalities while still staying in line with the au versions. I hope you enjoy!

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Merida DunBroch, daughter of the wildly successful owner and CEO of DunBroch Technologies, Fergus DunBroch, was doing her homework.

Or, that’s what she was supposed to be doing.

In reality, she was perched on a flat roof thirty stories up, the lights of the city shining like stars below her.  It was beautiful, and the wind gently caressing her face only added to the serenity.  Unfortunately, it was currently being ruined by multiple voices jabbering in her ear.  Tuning back in, she found that they were still going on about features and safety and blah, blah, blah.  Pretty much everything she didn’t care about.

“—and if you notice sparks, tell us immediately and drop the—”

“If you’re done yapping,” she interrupted, grip tightening on her bow, “I’m gonna take this gear for a spin now.”

“Be careful,” buzzed one of the three nearly identical voices in her ear.  Her amazing sister-senses told her it was Hubert.  “This is just a test run — we don’t know if there are any glitches with the suit or bow.”

A second voice — Hamish — piped up, “Not that there will be any, considering we made it.”

“Don’t encourage her,” Harris broke in.

Merida rose, a wolfish grin spreading across her face as she looked to the ground below.  So, so far below.  “When have I ever needed encouragement?”

Three matching groans reached her ears, but she barely heard them over the rush of wind as she stepped over the edge—

And started free-falling.

All she could hear was the roaring of air in her ears as it whipped strands of hair out of her ponytail and stole the breath from her lungs.  Her gut was long gone, left behind on the rooftop.  The city lights pulsed brighter, getting ever closer.  To most this would be a nightmare.  But to her…to her it was exhilarating.

Sadly, all good things must come to an end.  Grasping an arrow from her quiver, she drew her bow, changing the setting to “Zipline” with a flick of her thumb.  Ah, the beauty of having genius inventor brothers.  Aiming for a nearby building, Merida fired.

And was promptly disappointed.

Yes, the arrow flew true, arching through the air with the precision only a master could give, but it did so without the intended zipline attached.  Leaving Merida still falling to her doom.

Okay, so maybe she should have checked that feature before jumping off a building.

A lump of panic rose in her throat.  “Uh, guys?”

“Don’t tell me you’ve already broken it,” came Harris’s response.

Oh, she was never going to live this down, was she?  “I, uh.  Might be about to die.”

There was silence on the other end.  All at once, her brothers’ voices came pouring over each other in crackling mayhem.

“It hasn’t even been five minutes—”

“—You are so irresponsible—”

“—More inheritance for me!”

Gritting her teeth, she was about to cut through their chatter when something soft and golden wrapped itself around her waist and promptly yanked her to the side.  She was no longer falling, but being swung like a pendulum.  Grabbing at the fabric that led away from her waist into the dark of the night, she realized it wasn’t fabric at all.  It was thousands of strands of golden hair.

What in the bloody hell…?

A moment later she was dropped — surprisingly gently — onto another roof, much lower than the one she had originally been on.  The hair loosened and fell away, disappearing in a flash.

“I don’t know what happened,” said a voice from the shadows, “or what you’re going through, but killing yourself isn’t the answer.”

Merida sprung to her feet, narrowed eyes scanning her surroundings.  It seemed to be the roof of an apartment building, with a box-like entrance to a stairwell in one corner.  And yet, no sign of whoever had— wait, there!  There, in the shadows of the entrance, was a girl, parts of her golden hair somehow still managing to gleam in the dark, giving away her position.

Her hair…

Calling it long would have been an understatement.  “Long” gave the impression that the hair went down to her waist, maybe a little ways past.  But the mass of yellow didn’t stop there.  It went to her feet, and then continued off, spilling over the edge of the building like a waterfall of spun gold.

“Are you okay?” The girl asked again, her voice just as soft as her hair had been.

“‘m fine.  And I wasn’t trying to kill myself.“

The girl stepped out of the shadows, confusion making furrows in her brow.  They looked out of place, and Merida had the sudden urge to smooth them out.  “Then what were you doing?”

“Testing out my gear.”  She motioned to herself and the bow that was still in her hand.

The girl’s green eyes lit up with understanding.  “Oh!  You’re like me then!”

“Like you?”

“Yeah, you know.  Superhero, vigilante, whatever you want to call it.”  She flashed a grin, bouncing on the balls of her feet.  “This is so cool!  I’ve been working alone for so long — well, not really alone, I mean I’m technically working alongside the police but that’s nothing like having an actual partner — not that you’re going to be my partner, I didn’t mean to imply—”

“Whoa, slow your horses!”  Everything was suddenly falling into place, from the freaky hair to the large purple crown perched on the girl’s head.  “You’re Swift, aren’t you?  The vigilante people are claiming is running around?”

The girl — Swift — nodded.  “Yes, that’s me.”

“I thought you were an urban legend!”

“Nope, I’m real.”  The smile on her face grew ever wider.  “And so are you!  Ohhh, this is so cool!”

Despite herself, Merida could feel one of her eyebrows raising.  This was…not how she had expected her first meeting with a vigilante to go.  Granted, she had never really thought about it before, but Swift had a strangely innocent demeanor about her.  She wasn’t remotely hardened or threatening.

Three loud beeps sounded from Swift’s pocket.  She withdrew what looked to be a burner phone and grimaced at whatever was displayed on the screen.  “Sorry, I gotta go.  There’s a fire downtown and a…dragon?”  She squinted at the screen.  “I think that’s a typo.”

Merida perked up.  A fire and possibly also a dragon?  That would be a perfect test run for the gear!  Never mind the fact that her original test run had almost ended in her own demise.  “Mind if I come with you?”

The look on Swift’s face could only be described as ecstatic.  “Of course!  But, uh…since you’re having some issues with your equipment, would you like me to carry you?  It’ll be faster that way.”

Well, she certainly didn’t want to die or get left behind.  “Sure.”

Golden hair came whipping up and around her waist, and a second later she was swinging through the air again.  It took all her willpower to suppress a scream.  From the way the city was whizzing past below, she had been right to agree to Swift’s offer.  She would have been left in the dust long ago otherwise.

Soon the sound of sirens and the sight of orange light licking the night sky reached her senses.  As well as…Snow?

A moment later the two of them were safe on the ground outside a burning apartment building, above which was a dark cloud.  From the cloud fell a flurry of flakes, killing the fire slowly but surely.

Swift frowned.  “That’s…weird.  It’s the middle of September.”

Merida’s comm piece crackled to life.  “So…are you still there?”  Came Hamish’s voice.  “I need to know if I won the bet or not.”

She rolled her eyes.  “Yes, I’m here.”  At Swift’s quizzical look, she gestured to her ear.  “‘m talking to my brothers, sorry.”

“Dang it.  Wait, are you with someone?”

“Just another hero I met.  Turns out that vigilante, Swift, is real.”  Merida followed said hero as she ran towards the entrance.  “And now we’re gonna stop a—” she broke off at the sound of shattering glass.

The two girls skidded to a halt as a large black bundle landed in front of them.  It was metallic, and as it slowly uncurled itself they realized what it was.

It was a metal dragon.

The craftsmanship was astounding.  From the textured metal and leather to the glowing green lights that constituted eyes.  There was an air of intelligence in them, making Merida second-guess whether it was really insentient or not.

The reason for its previous ball-like state became evident as well.  Clutched between its paws — talons? — was a child.  Covered in ash and smoke, Merida could barely make out where the kid’s dark skin ended and the gray smudges began.

“That’s the last of them!” Called a voice from above.  A moment later a brown-haired teenage boy dressed in black and green landed a little ways away, not noticing the two heroines.

All at once, the fire went out.  Instead of flickering flames, the building was now covered in layers of frost and ice.

Merida gawked at the now blue-tinted structure.  Just how many super-powered people are running around in this city?!

Swift was helping the dragon move the poor girl to a safe spot for when the paramedics would arrive, acting as if this kind of thing happened every day.  And hey, maybe it did.  Before Merida could decide what to do to help, another boy landed next to the first, this one seeming to float down with effortless ease.  His blue eyes were locked on her as he pulled down his hood, revealing a shock of white hair.

He grinned.  “Hey, look at that!  We’ve got an audience.”

The Brunet turned, finally noticing her.  He flinched, shooting a glare at his companion.  “Jack!  You said we wouldn’t be noticed!”

“Actually, I said we wouldn’t get in the papers.  Big difference.”  He was in front of her in a flash, lifting off of the ground like a leaf on a breeze.  “That’s some outfit you got there.  Who are you?”

Merida pursed her lips.  She certainly wasn’t giving this weirdo her name.  If she was going to be a vigilante like Swift, she’d need an alias.  “Atlas,” she finally answered.  “And what are you two supposed to be?  Dragon Boy and Frosty the Snowman?”

The brunet made a noise akin to a broken squeaky toy.  Jack only smiled wider.  “Close.  The name’s Frost.  And you can call my sidekick whatever you like.”

 “I am not your sidekick!”

Merida sighed internally.  These two yahoos were obviously just playing around — although the metal dragon was pretty impressive.  

“Well, aren’t you Miss Popular,” Harris’s voice rang in her ear.  “Just how many people have you met tonight?”

She had forgotten her comm was on during that whole exchange.  Great.  She turned away from Frost and his sidekick/partner/friend and whispered through clenched teeth, “Shush.  I’ll tell you all about it when I get back.  I promise.”

“You better.  We’re already making popcorn.”