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( E V I E );

       Treat people right, yeah, sure, maybe they will, one day, learn how to treat people right, might take them awhile to get there but they’ll learn. Well, she hoped so at least. Hearing the blonde say they would get along great, Evie can’t help the grin pass over her face “We will definitely get along great, just great. Especially when we go to the bakery and eat all the goods.” she snorted lightly, it really will be grand. Hearing Elsa say she had gone pass them in passing but other than that, not really. “Yes, they really are quite wonderful. They’re the biggest dorks I’ve ever met actually.” she chuckled as she looked around the hallways, noting them starting to fill up more causing Evie to sigh “You wanna get out of here and head to town, go to the bakery and water front or something.?”

It’s somewhat a forceful feeling to make the blonde herself think of something other than the annoyances of their classmates and fellow citizens. But she does, because today is NICE and she’s in good company. So she reminds herself to stop slouching her shoulders and smile. Easy enough. Quickly composing herself in a happier, less irritated-at-the-world feeling, she nods her head, a small swing in her step. 

                            “Sure,” Her arms relax by her side. It’s a calm subject. “That sounds  very                              nice.” She takes a step ahead of them, headed in the right direction  with                              Evie by her side. “It’ll be nice to get out of here anyway,” She notes. “this                              week’s homework has me crazily STRESSED, out  of  my  mind,  and                              that’s quite a downer. We could both use this, I’m  sure.”  She  smiles  at                               the blue-haired girl next to her, followed by a deep breath of fresh air.  “I                              can’t believe I’m saying this, but I can’t wait for  Summer.  Things  might                              finally chill out by then.”

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What if Mike was short for Micycle

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me: fIGHT ME (ง︡’-‘︠)ง

me: *is afraid to ask people for help at stores* *stutters when ordering take out* *runs as fast as i can out of a room after i shut the lights off in case the shadow monsters try to get me* *will refuse to go back into a room after seeing a spider until i know for a fact it is gone* 

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Art by ソウノ      

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( toliiberate );

‘ oh– no, no no no, nothin’ like that, miss. didn’t mean to alarm you. no, in that regard, we’re fine. ’

he should know. he practically built the damn things himself.

‘ no, i merely meant… no one knows how to fix anythin’ anymore. if their… i dunno, their gramophone breaks, they’d rather go out n’get a new one than get it fixed. most of the folk here have enough money to afford it, too. they don’t seem t’understand… ’ he trails off and shakes his head. ‘ i du- nno. i’m babblin’, mostly. shouldn’t talk my head off like that. ’ atlas gave the girl a smile. ‘ hope i’m not too off- puttin’, miss. ’

Eyebrows that were  previously,  very  cautiously  furrowed loosened up, and she  approached  the  conversation  with  a new mannerism. He could be right- probably, DEFINITELY, was. But Elizabeth, perhaps too obviously(??) is very  new  to how things function out here. Hell, from the way it looks  now, everyone; or, almost everyone, is decently terrible. 

“Oh- no, it’s okay, you’re  fine.  And  I  can  see  where  you’re coming from,” Can she? “people  never  like  to  pull  their  own weight.” That sounds  right.  “They’re.. .  too  DEPENDENT  on the little guys. Not that you’re little, but i- in a  sense.”  She, somewhat, knew what she was talking about. From the stories she read, it was always the richer  folk  pushing  their  workers   too hard. To what extent? She wasn’t sure. But she could  tell,  at the very least, it leaves them frustrated. 

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( rogue-prince-consort );

“You sure about that, bl- Rapunzel? I know matching clothes, but I’ve never heard of matching hairdos.” Eugene was actually rather fond of his hair color and already saw them both with the same hue of blue. Then again, they’d sort of vowed to trust each other. “I mean.. yes, it would be a change.” He admitted and chuckled. “What color did you have in mind?” Maybe if he approached the topic cautiously he could make sure they weren’t going to go for anything overly absurd. “Blonde may be a little repetitive.. a different shade of brown? Black? Personally I have nothing against redheads, but I don’t think that’s my color.”

Quite honestly, his reaction to her idea sent her giggle fit further, nearly toppling so she crosses her arms. Now it’s a serious face, only to try and stop her laughter. Eyebrows knit together, pursed lips, the whole nine yards. “You don’t think? Oh,” She chuckles, stifles it, and continues. “I thought it’d be cute, right? Bright red hair- OOH- or orange. It could match the lanterns! Ah, how special!” She leans her head on his shoulder for a minute, then clicking her tongue on the roof of her mouth. “But, maybe a biiit unprofessional. I think. Oh well, we can find something else fun to do! There’s LOTS to do in a big, wide kingdom.”

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( rubiedheart );

            “No, it’s still not easy for them, they still think that we are just casual you know, and are going to leave soon.” she commented lightly with a slight roll of her eyes, they really did want them to leave, but she really was happy where she was, that much was true. “I guess we would get a long quite well.” she continued before eyes lit up at the mention of the bakery “Haven’t been there yet but sounds delicious, the library however is wonderful. It’s quiet and just right, and for some reason, less people stare at me weirdly there than what they do here.” she continued lightly before clearing her throat softly “Have you met any of the other Villain Kids at all.?”

Auradon kids. Elsa has to stop herself from scoffing. It’s always like someone OWES them something, isn’t it? All she manages out is a nod, for the moment. It’s just frustrating to hear about, how they treat other people. Maybe it’s not entirely their fault, more-so just how they were raised, but to her, it doesn’t excuse it. Everyone can be better. Maybe they don’t see it that way. GROSS. 

                “One day they’ll learn to treat people right.” She  says,  without  an  irritated                   huff about it. She’s good at  CONCEALING.  Ha.  “Um.. .  but-- -  getting                    along. I agree, I think we’ll get along just great.” And flashes a  true  smile.                   Hm.. . the other villai-- oh. Not really, not exactly. The occasional brush in                   the hallway, but other than that.. .” Nothing.  But  she  trails  off,  just  for  the                    dramatic effect. “I’m sure  that  they’re  quite  WONDERFUL,  however.”                     Albeit, the purple - haired one made her a bit  nervous, but at the end of the                   day, it was just rumors scaring her, and she  took it as that she was really                   a lovely girl. “They are, aren’t they?”

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( *tries to find excuse for my absence* )

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i͏̙͉ ̣̟̟̭̰̥w̲̬̞̦͔i͉͈̲͎̠̞͜ͅs̝̖̪͜h ̵̞̥i̲̭͈̰ ͓̠̙̭̦w̖̺̩aś a̻̰̪͉̲̱ ̛̖̫̪̣d̢̝̠̠̱̣̳u͕m͇̼̲̺͠b͏̙̰͈̩ ̪͍̰͢p̴̣̰o̶̫͍̳̳͉̲p͈̟̰̣̝͜ ͙̻͔̥s̞̘̣̺t̷̞̦̼̩̖a̲̮r̳̼͇̟̲̦͞ ̻͕̼̖̙ͅṣ̻̩̙o͍̞̹̣ ͓̀ t̻͟h̢̬e͉ ͘w̭̲͉̜̺̠̹ơ̞͖̫̭ͅͅr̳͢d̷s҉̼͖̖ ̪̻͎͢d̻̺̼̺̝i̢̫̭͙̟͇͚d̦̦͇̟̻ͅn̛͎͓̠̭̲̪ͅ'̷͔̩̯̳ͅṯ̢͔̤̳ ̨̝̖m͓̬͠ͅa̖̳͈t̝̘̭͙t̮͙͙̰͔̻͖e̻̪̹̲̼͡r̭̩̭̻̰̟ ̣̲̻̤ț̴̠o ̙͕̪͖̬͖y҉o͏̞̣̲͙͙͙u͕.͖.̲̣͕͉̖̗͔ ̺̻̤̝͇.̫͓̤̺

Ｉ＇Ｍ Ａ ＤＵＭＢ ＰＯＰ ＳＴＡＲ ＩＮ ＭＹ ＯＷＮ ＲＩＧＨＴ．(x)

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how do you get a stranger in public to fall in love with you

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( spareisms );

Anna beamed. She knew her sister wouldn’t let her down! Ever since the GREAT THAW, Elsa had been really making an effort to get to know Anna, to help Anna, to never shut Anna out again. And, yes, it was hard work, and the redhead understood it. She didn’t want to pressure her sister into anything she wasn’t comfortable with, but it was so nice to have a sister again that Anna usually begged Elsa to step out of her comfort zone ( now that she had the chance ). But it warmed the princess’ heart that her sister cared so, and could be open with her feelings once again. 

“Hi Celeste!” Anna beamed, her smile radiant and glowing, looking all over the familiar store for what she may want today. “It’s a beautiful day, don’t you think? I was wondering if you had anymore strawberry and chocolate tarts? Those are amazing, and Elsa has never had one before, have you, Elsa?” She asked her sister, knowing full well she hasn’t – but this was the build up, of course. And the build up for sugary treats was very important, in her opinion. 

“And then we can go swimming!”

From the moment they walk into the brightly lit bakery, it’s all smiles and the smell of fruits mingling with chocolates and breads that fill the air. Either it’s a busy day, or the shop always smells like this-- - not that Elsa minds, it’s quite lovely, and full of HAPPY THOUGHTS. Feeling the hot sun hit her back through the window, she adjusts her braid so it burns a little less, as she didn’t want to freeze the woman’s bakery over. 

Turning her head when she notices her sister talking to her, she shakes her head with a smile. “I haven’t. Since you speak so fondly of them, I bet they’re WONDERFUL.” She beams towards the baker, now who she knows as Celeste, who returns the fond gesture, incredibly pleased with herself to have gotten the royal sisters of ARENDELLE to visit her small shop.

“Of course we do. Made fresh today!” Celeste gives a nod of her head, and goes back behind counters, setting up the packaging for the treats, and from the look on her face, Elsa can tell she’s trying best to make it look presentable. When she catches her eye, she offers a smile, and turns to Anna.

“Yes! It’ll be like.. . a PICNIC!” She says, her hands lightly clasped together. “It’s been too long since we had one of those.. . I can’t remember the last time we did that.. . And right by the water!” And on such a nice day, too. With the day starting with stress and strain, this felt like a much needed relaxing break. Anna made it easy, for her, to relax. She was GRATEFUL.

As Celeste came back to the two, a box full of tarts in her hands, she held it out to Anna. “It’s no charge for you, your Highnesses.” She bows her head, grinning widely.

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( spareisms );

“It’s not a contest,Kristoff,” Anna told him with a laugh, rolling her eyes. Though, to be fair, if it was – she was amazing at asking questions. Raised in a castle, she hadn’t really seen all that much of the world, especially the world outside ARENDELLE. She always asked so many questions in her tutoring classes and lessons, and Kristoff didn’t know this about her, but she was a realllllly good questioner! She just has a lot to ask! She always wanted to know more  and more! But…then again, Kristoff had been known to ask a lot of questions himself….maybe they were a close match, question-wise!

“Summer, huh?” She asked, and then nodded. “That makes sense, with your ice business and short-sleeves and everything like that! You don’t have to layer as much, and there’s more sunshine, and the flowers smell all good and things –” Anna trailed off, nodding once again. “That’s a great season!

“I like whatever season it currently is – but, I know that’s not really an answer, so let me explain,” she said, cutting him off before he could laugh and protest. “So, you know the feeling of when a new season is coming? The beginning of spring, where it becomes warmer, and the flowers are just popping up? Or in the fall when the wind is changing and the leaves are just starting to fall? Well, for me, that feeling carries me through the season….if that makes sense, at all? I mean, I love the seasons themselves, and when one season is about to end, that means another one is just beginning. So really, I love whatever season is happening – because really, technically, it’s like two seasons in one! And I just can’t pick between all of them, each one has it’s own unique things that are just!!!! Just so wonderful!”

Before he can open his mouth to speak, Anna’s cheery voice breaks the silence that wasn’t there in the first place. He presses his lips together to cover his laughter at her reaction- like she read his mind, she could tell he would question the logic of her answer. So, either she was a mind reader, or he was getting INCREDIBLY predictable. Either way, she was right. Like usual. Anyway-- - he was somewhat enthralled 

“I can understand that feeling.” Kristoff replies, leaning by her slightly as they turn, then readjusting his position. “And.. . like the feel of the air, right? It’s different, at least I think so. Does it smell different to you? Like the air or-- - the season or whatever.” He waves a dismissive hand, as if she were to disagree or call him silly. “Does that make ANY sense?” He asks, seeing as the subject is still somewhat hanging in the air, his eyebrows knit together, pouting slightly, before perking up and holding onto the side of the sled when Sven nearly runs into the side of the mountain. He’s been cooped up too long, Kristoff knows.

Honestly, looking at it now, he didn’t one hundred percent mind castle life, especially not with Anna being there, and having people who actually care about him- good people. Even if in the staff’s case, they’re ( likely ) merely just TOLERATING him, but that’s better than kicking him out or something. And the beds are comfortable. Of course for Anna it’s worth it, and he wonders how he got so lucky. Hey, maybe the universe looks out for him after all.