#blondie Lockes and the three bears

[i-like-polls]

[bunnianarchy]

Blondie Lockes

[lovelyllamasblog]

Blondie Lockes 🗝

Daughter of Goldilocks

Birthday: September 9

Star Sign: Virgo ♍

Goldilocks and the Three Bears

Royal

[everafterhighdiaries]

Blondie’s Signature Diary - Chapter 1

We were at school a week early for Orientation. This year was special for us. It was our Legacy Day, where we pledge to become the next generation of the most famous fairytales ever after! You would be just right in thinking it's kind of important. So imagine my surprise when I overheard Headmaster Grimm telling Baba Yaga, "Well I am worried about Legacy Day!"

Baba Yaga is the oldest legend at Ever After High, not to mention the most powerful sorceress in hexistance. "Milton, hocus focus! Think about the students."

"I'm thinking about one specific student," Headmaster Grimm gulped. "What if we have to cancel Legacy Day?"

Cancel Legacy Day?... What a bombspell! Perfect for my MirrorCast! When I saw Briar getting out of her stretch carriage, I just had to tell her! If someone was trying to ruin Legacy Day, there would be no Legacy Day dance... and Briar's been planning that since kingdergarden! Just like I thought, Briar's eyes grew wide as Poppa Bear's porridge bowl. We thought of everyone who would want to ruin the Legacy Day dance. Then Briar suggested Cerise Hood. "She's always sneaking around like she's hiding a secret," and it was like three light bulbs went off at once.

"Secret?" If there's anyone who knows a secret about Cerise, it would be her roommate, Cedar Wood, "That's just right! I'll hext you later!"

[katerdaddy]

Blondie Lockes and her three bears

I changed up blondies design, where she lives with the bears from a young age within the enchanted forest.

The main inspiration being Miyazakis Princess Mononoke

[keepingeahalive]

Blondie Lockes Headcanons

Her full name is Blondie Bobbie Lockes.

She has OCD. That’s pretty much common knowledge. She also has ADHD and autism.

She’s a notoriously picky eater. She only has about ten foods she actually likes and sticks with those. Her favorite food is oatmeal with honey.

She has a younger sister named Porridge. (This is on the wiki, but I don’t know if it’s really canon.)

She’s pretty good at keeping secrets. Despite being the school gossip, she doesn’t want to hurt her friends and refuses to broadcast anything she deems too embarrassing. That bar is pretty low, though.

Unlike her mom, she absolutely loves bears. She has a collection of teddy bears in her room and has a whole array of bear paraphernalia. She tried to play with the bear cubs when she was little and never got the hint when their mothers told her to stay away.

She and Porridge used to be close, but Porridge got jealous of Blondie always getting more attention from their mother. Blondie was never aware of this and wonders what happened between them.

She and her sister have two different dads.

Blondie and Lilly-Bo Peep’s families live in the same neighborhood/kingdom.

Three is her lucky number. She claims it is the most important number and does everything in threes.

She was on the Track and Shield team in her first year. She left to pursue broadcasting, but she still loves running.

Blondie ran away from home frequently as a child. Not because she hated being at home; she was just bored. When Porridge started speaking, Goldilocks had her bouncer positioned by the door to act as an alarm.

She’s allergic to bee stings.

She loves listening to audiobooks and podcasts instead of music. Her favorite podcasts are Welcome to Knight’s Tale and The Goldilocks Zone.

She ships her friends and comes up with couples names for them.

Neither Blondie nor Porridge know who their fathers are. Porridge doesn’t care as much, but Blondie blames herself for her dad walking out on her mother. She felt she wasn’t good enough, which fueled her compulsive need for things to be “just right” around her.

There is a rumor that she is King Charming’s illegitimate daughter, and thus Daring, Dexter, and Darling’s half-sister. As much as she would love to prove herself as a princess, she knows this is false and shoots these rumors down.

She’s very interested in astrology, something she and Cupid have in common. It helps her in decision-making and relieves her anxiety.

She likes horror movies, even though she’s always super critical of the filmmaking.

Like Daring, she is super protective of her hair. But it’s less of a vanity thing and more of a sensory issue.

[n1nthrule]

He stares at me from across the living room. On the TV there's the news broadcast of the night before: a sickly grin carved out with green paint, eyes blazing apartment blocks.

Chinese demon. 

Dragon of avarice.

Before we got over the sides of the building, I saw him shaking. He’d never been so close to the edge. He looked so small, like roadkill. 

Tyler slapped him in the back of the head and told him, he’s not allowed to be a wimp. Fucking girl. All that training, going to nothing. And then he pushed him over the ledge. 

The rest of us just watched.

The first rule of Project Mayhem is you do not ask questions.

There’s green paint sticking in all our fingernails. Blondie over there, the guy who was touched by Tyler himself, is picking his down to stumps. 

Last week, when we all gathered under the one light and Tyler started with his usual speech, Blondie came out of the circle of guys all with shaved heads and asked, what’s next?

What’s the plan?

What are we looking towards?

Tyler tagged him for a fight immediately.

The second rule of Project Mayhem is you do not ask questions.

I watched him go down from just three hits, his weak little roadkill face left all smashed up with blood. The guys around him gestured weakly, too scared to call an ambulance, too angry to call the cops. Some guy in the corner said he knew first aid, and covered Blondie’s whole head with bandages. His weak little angel face, all bruised over, with just a few small slits for his eyes and mouth. If you get close, you can hear his breathing, laced with dyspnea. 

The woman in the news report gestures at the burning apartment blocks, and says the council has already started searching for the culprits.

When we go to sleep, in our military surplus bunk beds tucked into the Paper Street basement, Blondie comes over to mine as softly as he can. He asks me, what’s next?

What are we looking towards?

Has Tyler said?

His big roadkill angel eyes look up at me through their bandaged slits.

To calm him down, to make him smile, I tell him what Tyler told me the day I joined.

“Picture yourself planting radishes and seed potatoes on the fifteenth green of a forgotten golf course.

“You’ll hunt elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of the Rockefeller Centre, and dig clams next to the skeleton of the Space Needle leaning at a forty-five degree angle.

“We’ll paint the skyscrapers with huge totem faces and goblin tikis, and every evening what’s left of mankind will retreat to empty zoos and lock itself in cages as protection against bears and big cats and wolves that pace and watch us from outside the cage bars at night.”

“And Tyler?” He asks. His voice trembles with the weight of it. “Where’s he?”

I tell him Tyler’s gone. Lost in the fight for better things. He dies assassinating the President or blowing up the grave of the Queen of England and we give him a big Viking funeral. We send his coffin out to sea and leave it to the piranhas.

Blondie sighs into my lap. His face is concentrated on the bunk above as if he’s counting the planks slowly.

“That’s a good dream.” he tells me. So I say I'm gonna make it real. All of it. For him. He stalks off back to his bunk with a faint smile hanging on his bloody lips.

[museqmeg]

Reporter’s Notes - Chapter Seventeen: Gift

A vashmeryl fic

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Meryl was back in her guest room of Vash’s home on Ship Three. She sat at the edge of her bed, eyes cast downward but unfocused. JuLai was destroyed… all of those people were gone. Roberto was gone. Vash was gone.

While she understood the words, her mind and heart couldn’t grasp the finality of Vash’s sunshine being wholly snuffed out. He was here less than a day ago. She had held onto him in that final, terrifying moment together. She remembered how he felt. His body and arm were hard and tense through his damp coat as she clung to him. She looked at her hands and clenched her fists, trying to feel him in her grasp again. The phantom touch was a whisper of her memory… like he was already fading from her. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks, her heart seizing in her chest at the thought. This feeling of grief was so new and foreign to her. The privilege of her upbringing had shielded her from this kind of loss, making her so unprepared for this pain. She felt the beginnings of it when Roberto died, but she didn’t have the luxury in that moment to grapple with those different emotions. Her need to help Vash overshadowed it.

Meryl looked up from her hands, finally taking in the room around her. It was the same as she remembered, her bag still tucked next to the bed where she had last left it. The room felt so empty and cold with her bag as her only company. She couldn’t bear it. She got up, clutching her bag to her chest, and left that awful, empty room. She knew where she was going.

Meryl walked down the hall, seeing her destination and thought to run to it, desperate to be close to him again. She was about to quicken her pace when Wolfwood stepped out of his room, the Punisher in tow. He slowly approached her.

“Where are you going?” She asked. He looked like he didn’t plan to stay.

He stopped in front of her, looking down into her eyes as he said, “Back to Hopeland. Now that this mess is over, I can finally go home. I need to tell everyone that Livio is gone.” While his voice had a purposeful tone, it seemed empty. Meryl noted that there was a deep grief laying underneath it. For Livio? For Vash? For both of them?

She held his gaze, “Will you stay there?”

Wolfwood sighed, “No… I’m just sharing the bad news. You could say it's part of my job as an undertaker.”

That seemed cruel to her, “Even if it’s your family?”

“Especially then.” He put an arm around her back bringing him to her in an awkward hug with her bag sandwiched between them. “Meryl… don’t beat yourself up about what happened. Roberto and Vash wouldn’t blame you for any of it. I know you and Vash were just alike, so I’m sure you’ve already started the self-blaming talk to yourself… Don’t. What’s done is done and you did more than all of us. You fought harder than all of us.” He ruffled her hair, separating them from their hug, “Be safe. Blondie and the old man will come back to haunt my ass to protect you if you put yourself in danger.” She watched as he walked away, back facing her and one arm waving.

Meryl turned, eyes locking on to her destination again. She approached it, stopping in front of the door. This little moment in front of his room almost felt normal, like she could pretend just for a second, that Vash was waiting for her on the other side. She took a deep breath, stepping closer to activate the door’s sensors.

As the door opened and she took the first few steps in, her legs almost gave out. She was greeted with the faint smell of him. The desert, the mild white teas, the lemony sunshine brightness of Vash. Her body trembled with little sobs as she fell to her knees, clutching her bag. He was dead and gone…

As she squeezed her bag, gasping out sobs she felt the rectangular shape of her journal inside. Her notes! She sniffled, rallying herself to open it. Her hands trembled as she undid the clasps. She reached in, finding her journal. Meryl flipped through the pages, wanting a particular set of notes. She had others of him, but they were written in the character of the Humanoid Typhoon. She wanted Vash. She wanted to relive those moments in the cafe with him. It was one of her earliest memories of their candor and honest interactions. She flipped through the journal, searching for the coffee interview and reached the back. She must have gone too quickly, she didn’t see it. Meryl licked a finger, starting at the beginning and turning each page over individually until she came to a ripped section in the binding. That’s odd… She kept going not thinking anything of it until she hit another ripped out page at the end. Her heart dropped into her stomach. No… no, no, no! It was gone! That little piece of Vash was gone too!

Meryl choked out a sob, desperately dumping her bag upside down, her belongings spilling out. She shook the bag before spreading her things across the floor searching for the missing page. A piece of folded up paper caught her eye and she sucked in a breath. There it was! She picked up the sheet of paper, wiping her eyes with one hand to steel herself as she opened it. She was greeted with an elegant cursive hand, not her own. She stopped breathing as she read…

Meryl,

Thank you for your kindness and belief in me. I can’t begin to tell you how much that means. You gave me a chance mere moments after meeting me, even when you were told what I was as the “Humanoid Typhoon.” After running for so long, it was such a relief to have someone, but especially you, give me the chance to prove myself.

You are incredibly driven and compassionate. I hope you are always able to uphold these wonderful traits throughout your life. The world needs more of it. You remind me so much of my mother, Rem. You both jump to help others and care for them before thinking of yourselves. I do ask that you please be safe and try to put yourself first whenever possible. I would be devastated to learn that your selflessness would take you from this world like it did my mother. I think it would sadden her too, if she had been able to meet you. You are the humanity she cherished and spent her life to help survive. You are the humanity I love to see in this world.

Your kindness towards me in our short time together was more than I ever deserved. I wish I could do more than offer this little gift to you as thanks, but my long term presence in your life would only endanger you and I don’t have much to offer. I found these after you helped me with Rollo. Thank you for being there, making me feel less alone in that dark moment. Most people wouldn’t have done that. I hope this gift is enough thanks for your compassion.

These reminded me of us and our time together. Especially when you swapped your earring with mine. I loved all of our shared moments, however short they were. I thought they looked like our earrings combined and the silver matched my mother’s posts she always wore. I hope you cherish them as I have cherished you. I will never forget you and your kind heart. Thank you, Meryl.

Love,

Vash

Meryl’s face was wet, the last sentences hard to read through the tears that swam into her vision as she read Vash’s words. He had loved her… She looked over the pile of her belongings, scanning for Vash’s “little gift.” Meryl folded his letter and tucked it into her tunic. She moved some of her clothing around on the floor, until she found a little black, velvet box she didn’t recognize.

As she picked it up, sobbing, she did her best to take a deep breath and steady her hands to open the box. Inside were a pair of silver earrings. Their design a hoop… for Vash, and a bar… for her. She touched them delicately with a forefinger, body wracking hard with sobs now. She sucked in a breath, setting Vash’s gift down to remove her gold bars from her ears before replacing them with the silver earrings. Once they were on, she curled in on her kneeled position, holding her lobes and crying. Her grief was all consuming.

Meryl remained that way for a long while, finally allowing her eyes to lift and look around his room. Her gaze fell on his pack. She stood, walking over to it and grabbing it. It was only fair, she thought, he had gone into her bag. As she undid the strap on the top of his bag, she realized that he had taken her coffee interview notes when he made his letter to her. She opened his bag, lowering her head to look in and was greeted with his scent from his extra clothing and possessions. She froze, breathing it in and silently crying. Meryl reached her small hand in, grabbing the first thing it came into contact with. As she pulled the object out, she realized it was a picture frame. She stared down at it. It held a photo of a very young Vash and his brother standing with what could only be their mother, Rem. Meryl’s chest tightened looking at his brother who looked just as sweet and innocent as the little Vash smiling at her from the photo. She realized just how torn and heartbroken Vash must have been to confront his brother in JuLai. Her heart broke for him, tears falling.

Meryl looked at their mother. She was beautiful. Rem had kind, violet eyes and raven hair. They all looked so happy and full of love. Meryl ran her hand over the frame, letting tears fall for this broken family. She took notice of Rem’s silver posts and she touched her gift from Vash again. Meryl would continue Rem’s and Vash’s spirit for them, now that they couldn’t continue on. That’s how she would honor his memory. Meryl set the photo down reaching into his bag again to pull out one of his extra black mock neck shirts and gunman’s gloves.

As she walked over to his bed, cradling his articles of clothing, she continued to let her tears fall. Meryl crawled onto the bed, pulling the blankets and sheets back before settling in and cocooning herself in the linens. She slipped his glove on her right hand. It was much too big, at least twice the size of her own hand. Meryl’s thumb, forefinger, and pinky tips barely peeking out the ends. She fisted her hand, kissing his glove before she clutched his shirt to her face and breathed in his sunshine scent. This was all she had left of her beloved Vash… his fading scent in this room, one bag of worldly possessions, his letter to her, and his gift now resting on her earlobes. Meryl embraced her grief, knowing it’s pain was simply because of the love she had for Vash, who was now gone…

[jjenjoyer]

being a hero isn't free : eddie munson x gn! reader

summary: eddie gets into a fight with jason to protect you but he breaks his finger so he can't play guitar for a while </3 so he teaches you to play :]

[warnings: bullying, use of 'queer' as an insult, h0mophobia, swearing, violence]

note: this is my first time writing a fanfic in a WHILE- might be trash so i sincerely apologise

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"oi, freak!"

you spin around to the yell from behind you, wondering if it was directed at you-- which was honestly stupid, who else was a freak in this godforsaken new school? nobody.

you lock eyes with a tall, blonde and blue eyed guy in a varsity jacket, leaning on a locker and staring you down like a wolf would its prey.

"can i help you?"

he rolls his eyes and treads closer to your slightly trembling body, towering over you with his menacing aura crawling under your skin, making you shiver in fear.

in a flash, the jock is pinning you against the locker (and not in a good way), hands trapping you from running like hell out of there.

"where did you transfer from?"

"new york, what's it to you, blondie?"

"first off, it's jason. jason carver, remember it, freak. new york, huh? knew it, i can smell the queer from here. now fuck off before you spread that shit."

you squeeze your eyes shut as you see him lift his hand, and wait for the impact.

but it never comes.

you peek to see why the entire hallway began screaming out of nowhere, and open your eyes to a scene that you definitely did NOT expect on your first day--

a long haired, denim-clad, pretty boy knocking the jock to the ground, successfully landing a punch to his defined cheekbones, chunky silver rings bruising them instantly.

you don't know who your saviour is, but damn, he's hot.

his victory is short lasted though, because you blink and suddenly this 'jason' is crouching with one hand pressing down the brave guy's back, where you spot a dio (HOLY SHIT HE LISTENS TO DIO??!?!) back patch under the jock's grip, and his ring-bearing hand being crushed under his white shoe.

"STOP IT! LET GO OF HIM!"

"what are you gonna do about it, little sheep? fight me? hah."

your eyes well up with tears as you hear the guy under jason whimpering in pain, begging him to stop before he breaks his fingers.

a sickening "crack" echoes through the now-silent hallway, the Dio man in hysterics, rambling something about a guitar through sobs. you rush to his side as soon as jason leaves, the rest of the school walking away behind him.

"hey dude, you really didn't have to do that, why would you- holy shit that looks horrible, gotta get you to a hospital-"

the guy who saved you looks up at you, and your heart stops for a good three seconds--

he's gorgeous.

big, black puppy eyes stare up at you, a layer of tears coating them, so tragically beautiful.

you slip your arms under his, and heave the sobbing mess of limbs up, stumbling a bit under the weight, but managing to drag him to your car.

by the time you reach the car, he's calmed down a bit, the sobbing decreased to an occasional sniffle, him holding the injured hand close to his chest and down looking at it dejectedly.

"hey, what's your name?"

"ed- eddie munson. you?"

"y/n"

"nice to meet you, y/n. this isn't the ideal way of meeting a gorgeous person like you, but here we are."

"dude- i cannot thank you enough, if it wasn't for you i'd get a black eye on my first day in this place."

"first day?! man, i really gotta kill carver now."

"maybe hold that off for a bit, yeah? i'm gonna take you to the hospital now, if thats alright."

"yes please. ahh shit, this sucks, i have a show tomorrow."

"show?"

"guitar. something you need your left hand to play."

"oh shit. shit shit shit i'm so sorry-"

"it's alright, nobody even listens to us anyways."

"i would."

eddie looks up at you with those goddamn puppy dog eyes again, a small smile on his pretty face as he asked if you were serious, to which you smiled and pushed the "ride the lightning" by metallica cassette into the car player, hearing him scream when the first note of "escape" plays, which is where you paused it last.

"HOLY SHIT!! YOU LISTEN TO METALLICA?"

"yeah.. not just that though. i fuckin' love metal."

you catch eddie's eyes widening even further from your peripheral vision, seeing him grinning like a fool as you smirk slightly.

maybe this school isn't so bad after all.

after the hospital visit, where it is determined that eddie broke his pointer, middle and ring finger, his hand cast in a chunky white plaster till his wrist which wasn't to come off for three months. he had instructed you to drive to his house, not making eye contact with you the entire time.

safe to say he was devastated.

and you were extremely guilty.

"is there ANYTHING i can do for you?"

"...well, there is one thing."

"name it."

"let me teach you to play guitar, please. i can't stand watch Sweetheart sit there unused, collecting dust for three months."

"oh shit, that's your request? i've always wanted to learn guitar... you're the one doing me a favour here."

eddie giggles and punches the air happily, making you laugh as well.

upon reaching his trailer, you follow him to his room, jaw dropping to the floor when you take it in. all the posters of the bands you love, the little trinkets stashed atop the cabinets, the scattered dungeons and dragons brainstorming sheets on the bed--

you were gone. head over heels, even.

"like what you see?"

"i love it."

he took down the magnificent guitar off the wall and placed it in your hands.

"she's all yours now. come, i'll show you the basics"

eddie guides you onto the bed and helps position the guitar properly, maneuvering your hand to the basic major and power chords, you got them all to sound except the F chord, which was frustrating despite his reassurances that nobody gets it on the first try.

he taught you how to play the power chords of "rock you like a hurricane" by the scorpions, which was surprisingly easy.

upon finishing the song, you flung your body backwards onto the bed, stretching your sore back.

"so, do you like it"

"i love it, its so much fun. you're an incredible teacher, eds- eddie."

"...did you just call me eds?"

you giggle and slide off the bed, hiding in a way that only your eyes peek out from above the mattress:

"no... hehe"

your eyes trail over to the desk, where you grab a pen and hoist yourself back onto the bed.

"gimme your hand. no, the other one."

eddie places his casted hand in your awaiting one with a confused look as you uncap the pen and begin to scribble away at his cast, chewing on your bottom lip in the process.

five minutes later, you proudly place his hand in front of his face, showing off your masterpiece:

"eddie munson: my hero :)"

was the text under an impressively resemblant sketch of eddie in a knight outfit, a doodle stretching from his casted knuckle to his wrist.

eddie admired it for a good minute, his eyes filled with stars as he analysed the details of your sketch, eventually breaking the awkward silence with a loud "AT YOUR SERVICE!", and a knightly pose which made you both giggle, no matter how much he tried to keep a straight face.

and just like that, with daily guitar lessons at eddie's trailer after school, the two of you became friends, maybe even more (however that was never discussed properly), and the three months flew by, by the end of which he could finally play his beloved "Sweetheart" again. by that time, you had become quite good yourself, which prompted you to invest in a "Darling" of your own, which was the exact colour compliment to his-- red with black cracks.

the two of you were perfect for one another, and by the time you both successfully graduated, the two of you became inseparable.

the freaks gotta stick together, right?

thank you for reading if you did ! please leave requests if you want, its 2am rn so its probably gonna look like flaming hot shit to me tmr morning but aaaanywaaays hope u liked it maybe

(づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡

[nexo-nex]

Been thinking about the EAH x Selfridges merch Mattel did around 2013... It's certainly something that existed. I never see people bring them up on here, so why not write a long post about it? A little thread below about this rather obscure collaboration:

The EAH x Selfridges was a rather limited time edition designer collaboration that was made for the Frieze Art Fair, which was held in London on October 15th 2013. They created a total of 8 exclusive items: 3 shirts, 4 bags and 1 doll.

Let's take a look at the shirts first. They made only 3 white shirts with Raven, Apple and the main core cast girls using watercolor paintings made by Princess Julia. They costed $30 each. More info about this can be found on Princess Julia's Blogspot.

(Apple and Maddie being mishmashed together on that 3rd shirt is kinda cursed ngl)

There were also carrier bags with these same paintings that were given away around the time of the event.

There was also these bags. According to the little info available about it, they costed around $250 each, and were made by four different designers in the Selfridges team: Claire Barrow, Ashley Williams, Ryan Lo and Bobby Abley, which were all inspired by EAH characters:

The first one with the racoon bag was created by designer Ashley Williams inspired by... Apple White? This is what Williams said about the design choice:

"I was inspired by Apple White who is the daughter of Snow White," said Williams. "I thought it would be cute for her to have a woodland creature as her pet, so the handbag I've designed is in the shape of a raccoon as I thought its stripy tail would be cool in multicolour." Source: Vogue

The shattered mirror looking one is inspired by Raven Queen and was created by Claire Barrow, whom quoted:

"I've been inspired by the daughter of The Evil Queen in Snow White. I wanted to do something with a smashed mirror to show rebellion against her past and against the traditional norms of beauty."  Source: Vogue

We also got these three tea bags designed by Ryan Lo and who were inspired by Madeline Hatter (mostly based on her color pallete)

And last we have this bear-bag designed by Bobby Abley, and which it was inspired by Blondie Lockes.

(Personal opinion: I think it was a rather weird design choice to make this bag's colors red and white. Aside from the bear theme going on, It doesn't bear much resemblance to Blondie's design, I think it would have looked better if they gave it a Blue/Yellow scheme to it, but this is just my opinion lmao)

And last but not least, we also got this ""Blondie Lockes"" exclusive doll (let's be real that's not Blondie that's an Apple doll ffs) which was also made by Bobby Abley. According to the very first pic in the thread, the doll was sold for $120 (apparently).

(Also I've never seen anyone with this doll in their collection, it's so obscure that not even pictures of her doll box are available online, very interesting indeed).

Like I said before, there is not much information about this collaboration online, and I could not find any pictures or posts of people owning these merch, aside from the ones that were took in the aforementioned Frieze Art Fair, like the ones below:

Source: Wonderland Magazine

More pictures from the art fair, including the last two can be found on this link. (I didn't want to include all photos of the event cause it'll make the post even more longer than it already is oops)

Anyways! I think this was a really interesting collaboration, and I wanted more EAH fans to know about it, cause again I feel that it's not really brought up much (and I can see why, there's not much info about it online) I hope this thread was worth the read :)

[sunfl0wer-h0ur]

Goldie Locks

Finn x Reader

Contains:

Finn getting his hair braided

Fluffy goodness!

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"Are you sure about this Sunflower" Finn questions as you come back with the many hairties that he has. "Oh I'm sure love! Besides I've been wanting to put your hair up in different styles for what feels like ever! You have such pretty hair." Finn blushes a deep red as you giggle, "Alright blondie, you ready?" Finn giggles at the name and nods.

You come closer to Finn and start to brush his hair before you do anything with his hair. His hair didn't really need a lot of brushing but it still felt right to do. Then came the fun part, styling. "Okay love, what would you like first?" Finn sat there thinking for a bit, "Maybe some...French braids?" You hummed, "I think I can do that" As you say while running your fingers along his hair. He gasped and leaned back. "You like that flower boy?" Finn hummed in approval, "I haven't had my hair played with in what feels like forever." You started to divide his hair into three sections and criss-crossed them. "I could play with your hair more often if you want me too, love." You felt him perk up, "You will? I would like that a lot if you did!" You giggled, "Then I will whenever you'd like me too." Finn started to get very warm, "You okay love?" He jumped slightly, "Oh y-yes I'm okay! Just very..happy. I'm happy that I have you as a partner love. I really am, I don't know what I would do without you." You smiled and took a hairtie tying it up, "I'm really glad you feel that way, I'm happy to have you too." You kissed his cheek.

"I'm all done with your hair love." You got up and got a mirror from the bathroom, Finn takes the mirror and looks at himself. He smiles, "I look kind of like Goldie Locks!" You giggled, "Then am I the big scary bear?" You wrapped your arms around him. He shook his head, "Of course not, your more than a big scary bear! You're my sunflower." As he says smiling and holding your face. "I love you so much Finn." He blushes, "I love you too, my sunflower." Finn leans in to kiss you.

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thank you for reading!

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Blondie hanging out with the three bears and having a fun day

I'm just gonna plug this fic rq

Fandom: Ever After High Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Daring Charming/Sparrow Hood, Rosabella Beauty/Dexter Charming, Darling Charming/Blondie Lockes, Daring Charming & Darling Charming & Dexter Charming Characters: King Charming (Ever After High), Queen Charming (Ever After High), Daring Charming, Dexter Charming, Darling Charming, Sparrow Hood, Rosabella Beauty, Blondie Lockes, Baby Bear (Ever After High), Momma Bear (Ever After High), Poppa Bear (Ever After High) Additional Tags: Bisexual Dexter Charming, Date Night, Sharing Clothes, Clothing, Leather Jackets, Hopeless Romantic Daring Charming, Libraries, Librarian Rosabella Beauty, sorta - Freeform, First Dates, Family Dinners, Sparring, Dexter Charming has Anxiety, Sibling Bonding Summary: King and Queen Charming leave the castle for the night, and all three of their children have secret plans.

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All of my Ever After High ocs as of 9/13 w some descs

Silver Charming

Basics: Daughter of Apple White and Darling Charming, oldest twin. 19. She/her, straight. Story + Role: Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs; Snow White. Royal. Fun Facts: She poisoned herself to get her destiny and is currently in a coma because nobody will admit that they're her prince.

Frey Charming

Basics: Son of Apple White and Darling Charming, youngest twin. 19. He/him, bisexual. Story + Role: Rapunzel; Rapunzel's prince. Rebel. Fun Facts: He lives in Wonderland and has a secret room in the King of Hearts' castle.

Bella Queen

Basics: Daughter of Raven Queen and Dexter Charming. 18. She/they, bisexual. Story + Role: Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs; The Evil Queen. Rebel. Fun Facts: She has severe anxiety and Nyctophobia.

Autumn Ella

Basics: Daughter of Ashlynn Ella and Hunter Huntsman. 19. She/her, lesbian. Story + Role: Cinderella; Cinderella. Roybel? Fun Facts: She went through with her destiny but is secretly dating Nixie Goodfairy.

Chamomile Hatter

Basics: Daughter of Madeline Hatter. 17. Any prns, pansexual/polyam. Story + Role: Alice in Wonderland; Mad Hatter. Royal. Fun Facts: Her BFFA is Rosaline Beauty.

Regius Hearts

Basics: Son of Lizzie Hearts. 20. He/him, gay. Story + Role: Alice in Wonderland; Queen King of Hearts. Royal. Fun Facts: His destiny has nothing to do with romance so he's fine with dating Frey Charming because "it's not like I'm supposed to get married to someone, I just have to sit there, be angry, and run a kingdom by myself."

Oakley Wood

Basics: Daughter of Cedar Wood. 20. She/her, aro/ace. Story + Role: Pinocchio; Pinocchio. Royal. Fun Facts: Her favorite activities since becoming a real girl is sitting in the rain and splashing in puddles.

Rosaline Beauty

Basics: Daughter of Rosabella Beauty and Daring Charming. 16. She/her, straight. Story + Role: Beauty and the Beast; Belle. Royal Fun Facts: For the longest time she thought Frey was her prince despite them being cousins.

Sunny Lockes

Basics: Daughter of Blondie Lockes, oldest child. 18. She/her, pansexual. Story + Role: Goldilocks and the Three Bears; Goldilocks. Royal. Fun Facts: She worked at Hocus Latte when she attended Ever After High.

Flaxen Lockes

Basics: Son of Blondie Lockes, youngest child. 15. He/they, straight. Story + Role: ??; ??. Unsure. Fun Facts: He's a lot like Dexter Charming, he's never been prepared for a destiny and is scared that he won't been good enough for it, but he's going to try his best no matter what destiny he sees at Legacy Day.

Falcon Hood

Basics: Son of Sparrow Hood. 8. He/him. Story + Role: Robin Hood; Robin Hood. Royal. Fun Facts: He loves trying to play the guitar like his dad.

Liaison Psyche "L.P." Cupid

Basics: Daughter of C.A. Cupid. 21. She/her, pansexual/polyam. Story + Role: Cupid; Cupid. Rebel. Fun Facts: She actually named herself and her favorite nickname is Lia.

Ranine Croakington

Basics: Son of Briar Beauty and Hopper Croakington II, oldest child. 18. He/him, straight. Story + Role: The Frog Prince; The Frog Prince. Royal. Fun Facts: He doesn't like being married- he doesn't hate his wife, he loves her, but he just hates being married in general.

Aurora Beauty II

Basics: Daughter of Briar Beauty and Hopper Croakington II, youngest child. 16. She/her, straight. Story + Role: Sleeping Beauty; Sleeping Beauty. Rebel. Fun Facts: Shes scared of her destiny the same way her mom was, but she had already signed and doesn't know what to do now.

Halcyon Charming

Basics: Son of King Richard, youngest child. 18. He/him, bisexual. Story + Role: Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs; Snow White's Prince. Rebel. Fun Facts: He doesn't want to admit he's Apple's prince and is completely okay with leaving her in her poisoned coma.

Gryphon Charming

Basics: Son of King Richard, oldest child. 21. He/him, straight. Story + Role: Robin Hood; King of Nottingham. Royal. Fun Facts: He's just as bad as his dad, he takes his destiny seriously and he can't wait for Falcon to grow up and take on the role of Robin Hood.

Allison Wonderland

Basics: Daughter of Alistair Wonderland. 6. She/her. Story + Role: Alice in Wonderland; Alice. Royal. Fun Facts: She loves hanging out with Chamomile, she thinks she's an amazing babysitter.

Nixie Goodfairy

Basics: Daughter of Farrah Goodfairy. 19. She/her, lesbain. Story + Role: Cinderella; Fairy Godmother. Royal. Fun Facts: She loves sparkly and flowy dresses.

Charlotte O'Hair

Basics: Daughter of Holly O'Hair. 18. She/her, straight. Story + Role: Rapunzel; Rapunzel. Royal. Fun Facts: She's pissed at Frey for rebelling.

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official  name  :  cassius  edward  cartwright.   meaning  of  name  : of  latin  origin  meaning  hollow  ;  of  english  origin  meaning  protector . nicknames  :  only  goes  by  kaz  or  cartwright  (  see  previously:  blondie,  pretty  boy,  baby  face,  john  wayne,  etc  )  .   date  of  birth  :  december  twenty  three  . age  :  fifty  . birthplace  :   st  louis,  missouri  . hometown  :  queens,  new  york  city .   nationality  :  american - european citizenship  .   gender  :  cis  man  .   pronouns  :  he/him  .   orientation  :  bisexual  &  biromantic  .   religion  :  fully believes in superstitions  .   languages  :  english  ,  knows  spanish,  french  and  high  school  mandarin  .

inspired  by  :   aaron  hotchner  ( criminal minds ),  othello ( shakespeare ),  bucky  barnes ( marvel ),  fox  mulder  ( the  x - files ), hopper  ( stranger  things )  . mbti  :  infj  . main  vice  :  wrath  .  main  virtue  :  diligence  .

family  :       annie  cartwright  (  mother,  waitress,  deceased  )      edward  cartwright  (  father,  detective,  deceased  )      dorian  undergrove  (  divorced,  co-parent,  alive  )      kid  cartwright-undergrove  (  child,  wanted  connection,  alive  )

crimes  :  file  sealed  at  eighteen,  classified  (  believed  to  be  likes  of  auto  theft,  misdemeanour,  assault  -  but  can  neither  confirm  nor  deny  ) mental  health  :  depressive  episodes,  ptsd,  addiction  (  alcoholic,  functioning  ) physical  health  :  athletic  and  fbi  expected,  suffers  from  muscle  pain  in  abdomen  area height  :  five  foot , eleven  inches  . scarring  :   healed  gunshot  wound  (  right  abdomen  )  . noticeable  features  :  patchwork  of  traditional  black  and  white  tattoos  on  his  chest  (  often  hidden  ),  healed  broken  nose.

01.  leave  missouri  the  day  of  your  graduation  in  the  passenger  seat  of  some  random’s  pick  up  truck.  shed  the  skin  of  the  kid  who  grew  up  in  the  shitty  trailer  park  lot;  unable  to  bear  the  disappointment  his  mother  shows  when  he  sees  him,  a  striking  resemblance  to  his  father.  seal  the  records  of  who  you  once  were,  not  that  there  was  much  to  begin  with  (  st.  louis  was  never  known  for  their  upstanding,  protocol  following,  officers  )  and  head  to  new  york  with  the  aspirations  to  become  something.

02.  the  need  to  prove  yourself  settles  in  your  bones.  fight  the  overwhelming  urge  with  tattoos  and  cheap  bear,  it  seemed  logical  at  the  time.  crash  a  job  expo  and  wander  the  isles,  finding  the  nypd  stand  in  the  corner  with  other  youthful  souls  eager  to  apply.  he’s  noticed  through  the  crowd,  stunned  by  the  recognition.  is  this  what  god  intended  all  along  ?  you  never  been  religious,  but  you  follow  signs  and  apply  for  the  entrance  exams. 

03.  your  twenties  are  something  that’s  treasured,  cherished  by  a  wardog  like  you.  you  meet  your  partner  after  shortly  becoming  a  special  agent  for  the  fbi.  hold  a  shotgun  wedding  between  a  small  group  of  friends  (  you  can  only  imagine  the  horror  on  your  mother’s  face,  proclaiming  she  never  raised  you  to  be  so  haste.  you’d  disagree.  )  and  a  few  years  after  that,  bring  a  child  into  the  world.  how  you  grow  up  so  quickly,  yet  still  feel  like  a  child.

04.  meet  your  new  partner.  the  last  in  the  division  who  is  indifferent  to  having  someone  so  baby  faced.  they’ve  heard  the  rumours;  blondie  thinks  he’s  some  of  john  wayne,  cocky  lil  shit.  how  with  charms  and  determination,  he’d  pass  the  exams  and  test,  despite  the  sealed  record  and  riding  on  the  coattails  of  his  father  (  the  only  thing  he  contributed,  really  ).  so  he  shows  you  the  ropes  of  the  job,  drags  you  along  to  every  crime  scene  and  how  ignore  to  the  snickers  of  others.  he’s  the  first  to  show  you  any  hope,  a  smidge  of  understanding.  in  return,  he’s  the  first  authority  figure  you  respect.

05.  you  wake  up  in  the  chilly  mornings  of  christmas  day  back  in  new  york.  pain  erupting  from  your  abdomen  as  soon  as  those  baby  blues  readjust  to  the  light,  partner  and  toddler  waiting  by  the  side  of  the  hospital  bed.  you  struggle  to  remember  what  happened,  where’s  your  partner  ?  no  one  can  give  you  a  straight  answer.  then  comes  the  feeling  of  blood  seeping  on  the  skins  of  your  hands,  the  echo  of  gunshots,  handcuffs  locking  into  place  over  the  target’s  wrists.  five  years  of  undercover  in  europe,  gone.   “  he  died  instantly,  we  couldn’t  do  much.  i’m  so  sorry.  ”

06.  there’s nothing  but  anger  for  the  world,  for  those  who  run  underneath  the  shadows.  while  promoted  to  unit  chief,  taking  the  role  in  replacement  of  him  (  the  way  you  stare  at  your  reflection,  hating  yourself.  it  should’ve  been  him  )  short  of  your  fortieth  birthday  and  his  funeral.  death  doesn’t  cause  reason  for  stop,  but  it  creates  reason  for  self  destruction.  the  marriage  quickly  falls,  suddenly  your  kid  is  graduating,  and  office  is  now  a  place  you  call  home. 

07.  no  longer  recognise  the  buckshot,  wild,  cocky  lil’  shit  that  started  the  job  all  those  years  ago.  the  tattoos  that  remain  on  your  body  no  longer  feel  like  they  belong,  a  remnant  of  what  you  had  so  long  ago.  you  learn  emotions  get  people  hurt,  keep  a  safe  distance  between  you  and  the  agents  in  hopes  they  get  to  go  home,  safe,  each  night.  stay  in  your  office,  a  cigarette  in  one  hand  and  a  glass  of  whiskey  in  the  other,  broken  promises  to  quit  both.  worry  still  etched  between  knitted  eyebrows.  at  least  some  habits  die  harder  than  others. 

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Blondie’s Signature Diary - No Reservations

Some stories are too short. Others, too long. I want my story to be just right! That's just my destiny. Like my mom Goldilocks, I'm searching for perfection. I'm a journalist, my MirrorCast 'Just Right' is the most popular show not just in school, but the entire village of Book End, and to top it off, I'm a Royal.

It doesn't matter if everyone says, "Goldilocks isn't a princess." The truth is my family rules an ancient spellbinding kingdom. Alright, maybe not ancient, but the furniture is wicked old. And maybe it's more of a town than a kingdom, but that's not the point! The point is nobody believes I'm fairytale royalty! Not even my best friends forever after, Apple White and Briar Beauty. Nothing about my story needs to change; I just want to tell my whole story—before and after I visit the Three Bears. It's only just right! The fact is I'm a Royal! Trust me, I know how getting the facts wrong can ruin someone's chapter.

Like this one time, before I declared my destiny...

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Blondie Lockes Intro

Was that [ELLE FANNING]? Oh no no, that was just [BLONDIE LOCKES], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [EVER AFTER HIGH]. They are [TWENTY FIVE] years old, use [SHE/HER], and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.

how long has your character been here? Nine Years

what is your character's job? Journalist/Youtuber on the side

where has your character been pulled from in their fandom? After Spring Unsprung

has any magic affected your character? Yes, memories before arriving in washington are a little hazy

and any other information you might find useful for us and the other members to know!

In the world of Ever After High. The children of fairytale characters go to Ever After High to learn the skills that are required to follow their parents' footsteps and their destiny. These children typically get a trait or power that relates to their fairytale parents and as the daughter of Goldie Lockes, Blondie is a master lockpicker, picking any type of lock easily. After arriving in Washington, Blondie wanted to escape. She'd heard Headmaster Grimm tell Raven Queen (another student at Ever After) that refusing your destiny meant ceasing to exist. While it wasn't her fault that she's trapped in the city she's still worried that being here means that she won't fullfil her destiny. She's been able to leave the city briefly before but something always brings her back. With no real way to return to her world properly Blondie has resolved to find out the mysteries of the city and stopping whatever is keeping her here. She got a degree in Journalism, became a journalist and started to document her life in Washington on her youtube channel.

Wanted Connections

Anyone good with technology to help run her youtube channel Anyone who also wants to uncover the secrets of the city Anyone from Ever After High (I know I'm currently the only one playing someone from Ever After High as of me writing this) and similar next gen/decsendant from fairytale/story characters franchises e.g. Disney Descendants

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