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Bea-ch Day

A Frankie Morales Fan Fic

Ever the person to get completely side tracked from what I should be writing, when new content drops. We finally got the Corona adverts (other beers are available obviously) but the character has no name. However in this mini advert, he looked so Frankie (the main one is a mix of Javi G & Tim {I’ve almost combusted}) but I automatically had the perfect idea for a short sweet fic. So happy Frankie Friday peoples.

Synopsis:- You & Frnakie has a beach day & a cook out with your friends & family.

Word count:-1860

Warnings:- alcohol, mild swearing & innuendo & things being mentioned not appropriate for kids ears, pregnancy & mentions of sex but none actually happening. See it’s just fluffy & sweet this.

Thanks for the read peoples. I hope you all enjoy this.

“Mama mama” you hear echo down the beach. You had just topped up your sun screen on your arms when you heard the noise.

“What is it bumble bee?” You reply putting on your over the top beach hat which is so big. Your 4 year old comes bouncing up the beach & is pulling at your long floaty sundress that is covered in sunflowers. She’s in a yellow bathing suit. Her hair as thick & brown as her dad’s. She got your eyes though which your husband is very happy about.

“Look what I found” in her clammy little hand is a seashell, so you drop down to her level, your back aches straight away.

“Wow” you say enthusiastically & hold it. “This is a seashell, but it’s a special one”

“Is it?” Your daughter jumps about excitedly. Her hands trying to clap her hands. “Why?”

“Well if you close your eyes & are quiet when you put this next to your ear you can hear the sea & if it whistles you can make a wish.” You say with your eyes beaming back at her.

“A wishing shell, like a wishing well cool” she grabs it back out of your hand & then runs a few yards further along the beach. “Look daddy , look daddy look, it’s a wishing shell” her daddy, your husband, is wearing a dark blue beach shirt with a white kind of floral pattern on, he’s got stone coloured shorts on & his sunnys are in his hair, as he tends to the cooking the barbecue with a friend.

“A wishing shell” strong arms lift your daughter up into the air & spin her around as she giggles. “Ahhh I’ve heard of those, be sure to listen to a whistle” his princess comes first even before any food preparations, & more importantly to you any missions.

“I’m keeping it daddy”

“Yes you are Bea & we can put it on your bedroom shelf until your wish comes true” he puts her down on the ground giving her a big sloppy kiss.

“Will you make sandcastles with me daddy?”

“After lunch bumble bee, go get Marc & Jo, tell them to come out of the sea” your 4 year old is so worldly wise. Beatrice (Bea for short) has been brought up by the two of you to understand the world is a big bright but also bemusing place. She’s 4 going on 24 for sure.

You watch her run off to go get the two boys both older than her & you slowly walk over to your husband & get a nice cold cola out of the ice box. You rest your head on his shoulders.

“Was worried for a millisecond that you weren’t going to play along Frankie” you whisper in his ear & hand him a cold corona that you also got out of the ice box.

“I’d never break her heart, we just need to know what she wishes for”

“True” you softly kiss the side of his face & ruffles that hair. It’s going a bit crazy today. Unkept but you like it like that.

“What if she wishes for a brother or sister & it’s not the right gender?” Frankie questions as he turned to you, his hand glides over your dress. your 7 month baby bump showing. It’s taken a while for you to conceive your second, you’d given up trying after 2 years but then you got lucky. This September Baby will be loved & cherished just like you both will do anything for Bea. You were told you could find out the gender but much like with your daughter you both decided not to.

“Well maybe we could work on getting her another one” you say. A twinkle in your eye matches Frankie’s smirk.

“This squishy was hard enough to get beautiful, but I’d be more than up for trying again”

“Of course he would” Pope shouts as he & his two step boys & your daughter walk up nearer the beach to you. Everyone’s here for the annual group cook out you have every year. Frankie, Bea & you & the dog Mylo moved to the sandy beaches & keys of Florida 2 years ago, & this cook out that you do has finally come to it being your turn so that Frankie can have all his guys back together & they can remember their late captain. You’ve still never asked about that mission, you just are there to rub Frankie’s back at 3am sometimes when he has nightmares from it. It’s not so regular anymore but you can still sense his sorrow every now & then.

“Pope” he shouts back sarcastically & Bea comes & grabs you.

“What just saying, when you guys used to stay at ours we could hear the bed creek from our room”

“Pope there’s kids here” you say. almost all the guys have had their own kids or met women with kids already that there’s now a lot of you at this cook out.

“Thought you said they need to be worldly wise” Pope says.

“He has a point” you playfully hit Frankie & then so does Bea. “Hey” she giggles & then kisses your cheek.

“Bea only mama is allowed to hit daddy okay”

“I’ll bet” says pope. You roll your eyes as Frankie giggles.

“Come on Bea let’s get you some food.” You lift her up & take her to her seat at the table & bring across her favourite Crisps & a hot dog.

The whole afternoon is brilliant. Everyone catches up & has fun & played with everyone’s kids. It’s like you all just saw each other yesterday. You sit on the sand, with Bea building a sandcastle, she starts to rub her eyes feeling a little tired. She’s been running about all day with her friends trying to keep the pace with kids running in & out of the crystal clear sea who are twice her age.

“No don’t rub your eyes bumble bee, you’ll get sand in them” you say as Frankie comes to look at what you’re doing.

“Wow you built that with mama Bea”

“Yea daddy look” she points & Frankie sits next to her.

“Ahh you’ve still got one more bucket to go though” he says seeing one upside down. He picks up the child spade. “Ready for the magic tap?” Bea claps excitedly.

“Okay”

“Good, mama can count as well”

“1, 2, 3” the three of you say in unison as Frankie taps the bucket & then pulls it off the sand to show the completed sand castle.

“Wow” say Bea. Then Frankie grabs her & picks her up.

“Come on bumble bee let’s fly you too the sea to get some water to fill up the moat”

“Weeeeeeee tooo the seaaaaa” she screams with laughter as Frankie makes her fly like a bird under his arm & they both laugh. You sit there on the sand looking at your world, running down the beach having just such a fun & simple time. Not a care in the world. The sun is out but it’s not to hot & you’ve just been you all day. Amongst friends & very happy just chilling watching everyone you love get along. You rub your bump & whisper to it.

“This is your world my squishy, your mama, daddy & Bea can’t wait to meet you” it then kicks back at you & you beam. If anyone sees your eyes filling up you can say it’s from the lowering sun but it’s actually just your emotions at how perfect your life finally is & how good today has been.

Bea is tucked up in bed as Frankie kisses her head.

“You gonna fall to sleep” he says as he hands her, her favourite cuddly toy to sleep with.

“Yes daddy me & bob are going to dream” Bob is ugly bumblebee toy that one of your work friends got you when you had the baby, but it means the world to your own little Bea. No matter how hideous it is now.

“You’re going to dream” you say as you tuck her hair behind her ear. “Dream of what”

“A castle made of hot dogs” she reply’s which makes Frankie laughs. You softly smile.

“Wow now that would be a dream”

“With a massive boat”

“She means moat” Frankie whispers.

“Wow thats would be amazing.”

“Do you dream mama” Bea asks as you sit in the end of the bed.

“Every night”

“what of”

“Oooh we’d be here far too long Bea & you have had a long tiring day”

“But mama”

“No Bea your mums right” Frankie says as he lays his head next to her. “You need your sleep otherwise there won’t be any dreams.” Frankie is secretly glad Bea didn’t ask him about this own dreams. He never wants her to have nightmares he’s so protective of her.

“Will my wish still come true?” She asks. You & Frankie look at each other. You’d both forgotten about the shell. You see it on her bed side table & pick it up, listening carefully. Bea giggles.

“It’s still whistling” Frankie nods approvingly. “It’s working on that wish what was it Bea” you say. Both you & Frnakie waiting with bated breath.

“For what uncle Pope said to come true”

You & Frankie look bemused at each other.

“Okay so what did uncle Pope say”

“For daddy & mummy to be happy & scream in delight” Bea yawns, grabbing her toy. Both you & Frankie have turned red.

“Oooh I’m sure that will happen Bea” you say & kiss her forehead, her eyes closing as she loses her battle to stay awake. Frankie properly tucks her in & then sits with her for a few more minutes, to make sure she’s completely asleep. You don’t Hoover to far from the door way. You like watching Frnakie be soft. You might have fallen for the hardened army pilot with a drug problem, but what you really got was a soft teddy bear who wanted it be loved, & give all that love back. As you sigh standing in the door frame Frankie turns to face you. He slowly stands up & kisses Bea once more, before he slowly makes his way to you. She’s sound asleep probably already dreaming.

His lips meet yours once he’s there. Your hands delve into that crazy mop of hair, your heart racing, every nerve shreded. This is the man you love, your husband, father to your babies.

“So” Frankie says. “Do I go hit Pope for insinuating stuff to our little girl that she can’t understand, or do I thank him” he says as he moves your own hair off your face.

“Hit him & thank him, but do it tomorrow” you say & you grab Frankie’s hand & lead him to your bedroom.

“Yes mama” he says as he smacks your bum following your lead to make sure that your little Beas wish really did come true, even though she’d never be able to see it.

[lanitaminaj]

lolita ౨ৎ

in which the reader finds herself crushing on her dad's best friend, miguel o' hara.

cw: sexual themes

the first thing you noticed about him was how beautiful he was.

he was tall, for one. his body length towering over the silver-shining refrigerator in the kitchen. although he was fully covered, you could see the indentations of his pectorals and his abdomen muscles peeking through his royal-blue pressed t-shirt.

he was talking with your dad in the kitchen, the two men hunched over the marble-designed island as they casually talked. they held corona bottles with limes on the rims, the men occasionally taking sips in between their words.

they hushed, however, when they heard you pad across the sycamore-wood flooring as you halted just ten feet away from them.

"papi," you voiced to your father, yet your eyes took frequent glances of the taller man. "can i go out tonight?"

"en español, mi amor."

"ugh," you huffed, rolling your eyes right after to further show your annoyance. your father exchanged an "ay," but you didn't yet notice how your dad's friend's eyes darkened at your action.

"jessica quiere que yo salgo con ella." jessica wants me to go out with her.

"y tu tarea, te acabas?" your dad asked, taking another swig from the bottle. and your homework, did you finish it?

"si, papi," you nodded your head cheerfully.

your father sighed, another swig from his corona taken. "bien," he spoke, waving his hand as a dismissal. "pero te quiero que tu regresar a las doce. tu me oyes?" but i want you to return at twelve. you hear me?

you squealed, sprinting over to hug and kiss your father's cheeks. "gracias, papi!" you sung, practically running out the door as you heard your father screaming at you to "tranquillate!" calm down.

your father sighed once again, the man downing the last of his bottle as he looked up to stare his smirking friend in the eye.

"hijas," your dad said, shaking his head with a hint of a smile on his lips. "tú sabes cómo es, miguel."

miguel's eyes, which were mischievously squinted, had suddenly softened. his smirking lips pressed against the lip of his corona bottle had then been pulled into a frown.

"si, chamaco," miguel responded, his hand gently placing the half-empty glass bottle on the marbled island. "yo se cómo es."

yes, kid. i know how it is.

-

the second time you've seen him was on a hot summer day in queens.

you were sitting on the porch outside of one of your friend's houses, eating from a melting vanilla ice-cream cone as you watched the men at work. they were pouring and flattening cement on the potholed-filled road, the men all sweaty and gross and dying.

you, on the other hand, was adorned in the cutest outfit as you rested; a floral-printed sheer tank top, a sky-blue denim mini-skirt, and a pair of strapped white sandals.

miguel took a peak at you from across the street, a smirk growing on his lips as he watched the angelic vision of you resting peacefully on that porch. he approached you, the bubble of his gradual form growing closer and closer was obscured by the darkness of your blackened sunglasses.

"chamaca," he greeted once he approached you, a friendly smile growing on your lips. "what you doing here?"

"my dad didn't tell you?" you responded, taking another lick from your ice cream. miguel's eyes were trained on your tongue. "i'm grounded."

those words made miguel's eyebrows shoot into his wrinkled forehead. "grounded?"

"yeah," you waved your hand nonchalantly. "for some dumba- for some stupid reason."

"no, i mean, aren't you an adult?"

"what? oh, yeah," a hint of a laugh escaped your ice-cream coated lips. "i'm in college and everything but, you know my dad. he still thinks i'm still a little girl."

miguel's smirked softened into that of an endearing one.

"speaking of your dad," miguel crossed his arms across his chest. "you know he's not here, right, chula?"

the way he pronounced the nickname, like velvet slipping off his tongue, made a shiver go down your back.

"i know," you answered, your legs bouncing off of the porch as your shorter frame stood to meet miguel's impossibly taller form. "i'm not allowed to walk home alone for a while by myself, so..."

miguel laugh-snorted, before pointing his head towards the direction of her home. "cmon, kid," he spoke, his lengthy legs striding down the street as you followed behind him. "let's get you home."

you trailed him, the slightly-heeled soles of your sandals slapped against the concrete-pavement of the sidewalk. you burned your eyes into the back of miguel's figure. your eyes entranced by how built and muscular his trapezius muscle was. you felt yourself blush a bit, your conscious forcing you to blame it on the hot weather.

"how's school?" miguel questioned, an attempt on his part to stifle an awkward walk home.

"it's okay," you shrugged. you managed to catch up to him, the pair of you walking side by side now. "i finished my prerequisites, so now i'm just waiting on the next semester to start."

"congrats, kid," he spoke, a sincere, closed-mouth smile on his lips caused you to smile again.

it was there when you really took in his features. you could tell he was older, the subtle wrinkles on his forehead and the hints of silver-streaked tresses peaked through his cocoa-brown hair. but, that didn't take away from how beautiful he truly was. his hair had volume and was pushed back, reminding you of a 1960's hollywood actor. his eyebrows were thick and long, and sometimes they furrowed when he was heavily focused in a game in dominos with your dad. he had prominent cheekbones, and his nose. your favorite part about him was his nose. you loved how long his bridge went, and how slightly wide his nostrils were. you told him once that he had a nose "como una zanahoria," a carrot, but you hoped he knew you were just joking. and his lips, his full, salmon-pink lips.

you wondered if miguel knew how beautiful he was; how his chestnut-brown eyes could make grown women swoon at him, or how his voice could make even the most menacing tiger bow to him.

he watched you stare at him, not realizing how the both of you had stopped walking. you both stood in place, his almond-shaped, tired eyes meeting with your sparkling, adorning pair.

"what you thinking of, hm?" miguel muttered. you could see the playful twinkle in his eyes. "i got something on my face, nena?"

"no," you retorted, your voice barely above a whisper. you made yourself shake your head, an effort to shake off whatever trance miguel had unknowingly put you in. "it's just..."

"just what, chula?"

you stayed silent for a few beats, before you averted your eyes to look at the pearl-white straps on your shoes. "nothing," you eventually said, your legs resuming the stride to your home with miguel hot on your tail.

at last you made it to your house, your hand dumping out the little remainder you had of your ice-cream cone out in the garbage can just outside the buildings home.

"thank you, migs," you thanked the man, your body already ascending up the porch's stairs.

"no problem, mama," he shrugged off. "just be good." taking off, the man halted just as you inserted the key to the door.

"hey, kid. what exactly did you get in trouble for?"

with the most delinquent smirk on your face and an inkling of a laugh about to escape your lips, you answered miguel in the sweetest voice he'd ever heard.

"neighbors caught me fucking their son in their yard and told my dad. how stupid is that?”

-

the sexual thoughts didn’t arise until july.

your uncle, your father’s brother, was hosting his annual summer party at his long island home.

your father, your uncle, and some other men were gathered around the backyard’s pool. while your dad was grilling some hot dogs, you could see your uncle, from your inside view of the glass-pane sliding door, smoking weed on his pool-side chair.

meanwhile you, sitting inside the air-conditioned living room with your cousins, ate your cherry-flavored popsicle as you listened to them gossip about some recent family drama. you froze, however, when your bambi eyes landed on him.

apart from the maroon-red swimming trunks he wore, he was bare from any other clothing. the protruding abs that always peeked out from underneath his thin shirts were on display now, his stomach shiny from the pool water and from the sharp ray’s of summer’s sun.

he held a cigarette in his fingers, his canine-teeth on display as he laughed at whatever joke your uncle had made. telepathically, his cocoa-brown eyes seemed to find yours, a glimmer in his irises as he did so. he winked at you, the corner of his lips pulled up as he watched you shudder from his simple action.

“y que pasó, mami?” your older cousin, giselle, noticed the sudden shiver racing down your spine. “too cold?”

“no,” you shook your head, your eyes facing your ruby-red polished toes before they glanced up, miguel’s backside facing you as he conversed with another one of your uncle’s guests.

mariana, your second older cousin, trailed your sight of vision before she cracked a smile on her pink sugar summer friday’s lip-balm adorned lips.

“que guapo,” she purred, her tongue poking out from her teeth as she laughed. “wait, he’s not one of our uncles, right?”

“no, stupid,” giselle smacked her knee. “that’s the guy her dad brought. he is mad fine, though. where y’all found him at, hm?”

“ask my dad,” you simply shrugged, swallowing the rest of your cherry-flavored popsicle that you had left.

eventually, the three of you joined the men in the pool, laughter and screams erupted from each other’s lips as you splashed at each other all afternoon long. after the sky began to turn a shade of tangerine-orange, however, the party was soon called to an end.

your older cousins had disappeared somewhere upstairs, a majority of the guests all thanking your uncle for the party as they ventured away in their ford trucks and honda’s.

your father and uncle were conversing about whatever inside the house, while you leisurely laid underneath a baby-pink towel on the lawn.

“hey,” a familiar velvet, resonant voice called out from above you.

laying on your back, you pulled down your raven-black square-shaped sunglasses just to fight back a gasp.

there was miguel, of course, standing above you with an amicable smile on his full, pink lips. his abs were regrettably concealed by a baggy, white shirt. he was still wearing the maroon-colored shorts, but now there was an obvious, huge tent in them.

diós mio. you were sure from his smirk he noticed how your neck bobbled as you swallowed. he moved toward your side, crouching as you rested up on your elbows to meet his eyes.

"you tanning?" he questioned, an eyebrow raised as his eyes drifted towards the becoming sunset.

"drying off," you shrugged. "i'm working with what i got here."

he chuckled, before his eyes found themselves glancing at your father and uncle. he got up on his feet, the sudden action causing you to get up yourself.

"you're leaving already?" you slightly pouted, an act you didn't realize you were committing but an act that miguel's eyes refused to unrecognize.

"party's over, cariña," he uttered, his fingers slipping a piece of loose hair behind your ear. "and your dad and i got work in the morning."

"i know," you whispered. miguel's rich voice whispered back little shh, shh, shh's, the same fingers trailing from your ear down to your chin. he held your gaze, his eyes narrowing while your own pair softened.

"no te pongas así, mamita," he purred. don't be like that. "what's got you upset, hm?"

"i'm not upset," you let a little laugh escape through your teeth. "i'm just used to seeing you around now."

"yeah?" miguel puffed his own laughter out through his lips. "don't worry, nena. you'll see me around more."

"really?" your eyes twinkled. he playfully flicked your chin before he smoothly pulled away.

"really," he parroted. his towering frame strode toward's his navy-blue chevrolet truck. "tell your dad i said thanks for inviting me. see you, chamaca."

"bye," you waved off, watching him get into his truck as he drove off.

your dad came out from behind you, his hand shutting the glass door behind him shut.

"hey, amor. ready to go home?"

-

that night, after your long shower, you laid peacefully still on top of your bubblegum-pink silk bedsheets. your hands were rested on your slightly bare stomach while your legs were crossed.

you thought about the events from today. the party, your cousins' gossip, miguel.

miguel.

the memory of his abs shining from the sunshine, his bare shoulders and chest, his hardened print protruding from his swim-trunks.

you couldn't help it. it was all too much.

you didn't realize when your fingers started to trail downward, the tips of your nails trimming the pear-white lacy ending of your olive-black cami-silk top. your fingers slipped underneath your matching silk shorts, a quiet gasp escaping your lips.

the thought of miguel left you soaked, your mind racing with the reminders of the little nicknames he gave you, the way his voice deepened when he spoke to you.

your fingers traced the growing bud that was between your thighs. little breaths left your mouth as you circled around it, carefully applying pressure as you did.

blood rushed to your ears, your cheeks glowing in a hue of rosy-pink as your eyes squeezed shut. your thighs spread wider, your fingers rubbing faster as your unoccupied hand pulled down your cami top to let your tits be hardened by your room's cool air.

your mind was racing with pictures of you and miguel. you thought about his lips on yours, your hips sitting on his lap while his hands caressed your side. you thought about his mouth on your tits, the way he'd groan and curse when your cunt squeezed around his cock.

"coño," he'd whisper in your ear. "como una pinche zorra."

harder, you'd rubbed. your other hand raised up to play with your tits, your bottom lip caught between your teeth as a beg to yourself to not make any noise.

it didn't take long for you to unravel; slipping your middle and ring finger inside of you, your eyes went lax as your lips formed a little 'o'-shape. you pretended they were miguel's cock instead, his dick fucking roughly into you as he filled you up completely.

"take it," you pictured him growling to you. "eres mía."

"eres tuyo," you'd whine, your body going rigid as you came around your fingers. your chest heaved as deep breaths puffed out your lips, your thighs fluttering as you came down from your high. pulling your fingers out from you, you saw how they were coated with a mixture of an iridescent-shine and an eggshell-white cream.

fuck.

-

you didn't realize how bad it would hurt.

since your first trimester of your second year in college began, you've found yourself talking to this boy from your english class. he was sweet, of course, the boy taking the time to court you with baby breath flowers and two tickets to watch priscilla. you thought all was good, even taking the time to get dressed in a cute two-piece outfit; a linen-white skirt and cropped-vest top which you styled with a white bow in your hair, ankle socks, and some academia-inspired onyx-black loafers.

you found out just this morning, however, that he'd gone back to his ex.

you should've know. you should've know since he mentioned he just got out of a relationship, how he couldn't stop talking about his ex for fifteen minutes straight. but he was so sweet, so you overlooked the possibility of him seeing you as just a rebound.

so of course, it stung.

walking home, you opened the front door with tears prickling in your waterlines as you were consumed in your thoughts.

"hey, chamaca," you heard a voice call out from your dining room, but you were too distraught to even face the owner. you plopped your bag down near the sofa, rushing to your room as the same tears threatened to fall.

"chamaca?"

you practically jumped on your bed, not even bothering to kick off your shoes or unclip the bow which was stabbing the back of your head. you sobbed, your arms cradling your cotton-soft lacy trimmed pillow as you buried your face into it. faintly, you could hear rushed footsteps approaching your door, the sound suddenly halting before they resumed their way to you.

"oh, nena. qué pasa?"

you felt a dip on your bed beside you, a sudden warmth masking you as you felt yourself being rolled onto your back. through your watercolor eyes, you could see the silhouette of a familiar figure with broad shoulders and that signature pushed back, somewhat curtain-styled chestnut-brown hair.

"miguel," you hiccuped, letting yourself be pulled into the man's lap as his strong arms held you.

"what's wrong, baby?" he let slip, the affection going unnoticed by either of you. "what's got you crying?"

"a boy," you cried. "why are you here, where's my dad?"

"your dad's at the corner store and he told me to wait here until you got back safely. now tell me, a boy hurt you?"

"mhm," you whimpered. "he left me for his ex. i thought we were so good."

"i know," he soothed. his arms rocked you seamlessly, the action bringing him memories of him from a different life. "let it out, chiquita."

for a beat, you allowed yourself to be calmed in miguel's thighs, his arms lulling you to sleep as he hummed sweet lullabies to you. your tears subsided, your breath evening out as your heavy gasps came to a stop.

"i just wished they wouldn't leave me," you confessed, your voice minimized to a whisper. "no matter what i do, no matter what i give them, it's never enough."

miguel's rocking ceased.

you peered up at him, your doe, watery eyes pierced into his softened eyes. "please don't leave," you begged him, your wobbly, clear-gloss coated lips pleated. "i don't want you to leave."

for miguel, looking down at the little bunny in his lap; your cheeks warmed from crying and your body shaking in his lap, his answer came from that of his utmost sincerity.

"i won't leave, cariña."

"you promise?"

without missing a beat, "te prometo."

[chaotic-gremlin-27]

Working with Rapunzel 🌻

All info is found either in canon or is stuff I think makes sense for her

Media: Tangled (the movie + series)

Type of Character: Main Character Protagonist

Description: Princess Rapunzel is the protagonist of Disney's 2010 animated feature film Tangled. She is the princess of the kingdom of Corona, known for her long, magical, golden hair. As a baby, Rapunzel was abducted by a wicked crone and locked away in a remote tower for 18 years—during which, she became fascinated with a phenomenon involving "floating lights" that would only appear on her birthday. With the aid of the handsome thief Flynn Rider, Rapunzel escaped her tower to learn more about the lights and pursue her dream of exploring the outside world.

Rapunzel is loosely based on the protagonist of the classic German fairy tale Rapunzel by the Brothers Grimm. She is the tenth official Disney Princess and is also the first to originate from a fully computer-animated film. (Via Fandom)

Epithets

The Artist

The Lost Princess

The Adventurer

The Healer

The Performer/Singer

Things to work with them on

- Healing Magic

- Parental Abuse/Neglect

- Hearth Magic

- Learning to trust more

- Finding the good in people/humanity

- Art Magic

Associations

Color: Purple, Yellow, Honestly the Rainbow (she’s an artist after all)

Elements: Air

Tarot Cards: Ace of Wands, Page of Wands, The Chariot

Food: Hazelnut Soup, Baked Goods, and Sweets (like candy, chocolate, etc)

Herbs: Lavender, Chamomile, Rose, Calendula, Dandelion, Mint, and Sunflower

Animals: Chameleons and Horses

Crystals: Citrine, Amethyst, Carnelian, and Amber

Incense: Any Floral Scent

Devotional Acts

- Painting (or anything artistic)

- Horseback Riding

- Cooking or Baking

- Leaving abusive situations

- Finding a hot man in the woods who is also a criminal /hj

- Watch Tangled/Tangled the Series

- Helping your local flora and fauna

- Brushing/Maintaining your hair

[sluggydrabbles]

FLUFFBRUARY 10 - SELF CARE TOGETHER

“So I just put the wet sheet on my face?” The dead girl who was sometimes called Gideon and sometimes called Kiriona was skeptical.

“Yes, it's not that hard.” Ianthe sounded only slightly exasperated. She demonstrated, holding the sheet over her face. The eye and mouth holes looked disconcerting, like Ianthe had flayed the face off of a person made of cloth. Knowing her, that was part of the appeal.

They were in Ianthe’s bedroom on the Cohort flagship, having a ‘slumber party’, as Ianthe called it. So far it had involved Ianthe demanding a truly obscene number of pillows be brought to the room and creating a comfortable nest on the large bed. Gideon’s—Kiriona’s hair was pushed out of her face by a soft headband and Ianthe declared it was time to finally address her ‘moisturization problem’.

Kiriona had always thought that her face was too oily, but when she said that, Ianthe had given her a look that made her feel like an idiot, so she stopped protesting.

“Just lay it on and smooth it over your face like this.” Ianthe said, oddly eager. She was uncharacteristically enthusiastic about this whole thing.

Gid—Kiriona couldn’t help but laugh at Ianthe’s mask-covered face. “You look ridiculous.”

To her surprise, Ianthe smiled. “You’re so stupid.” For once there was no bite in the words, only a wistful sort of affection. Kiriona’s heart felt warm. She could get used to nice Ianthe.

She put the cold, slimy cloth against her face. It smelled floral, which made the whole experience more pleasant.

“No, no.” Ianthe said, grabbing her wrist as she tried to smooth out the mask. “Like this.” Ianthe’s cold finger—a flesh one—ran along Kiriona's jaw and under her eyes, smoothing the cloth. It felt nice to be touched like this, even if it was Ianthe. Her dead skin wasn’t as sensitive as it should be, but it still felt good.

“Thanks.” She mumbled as Ianthe took her hands away.

“Corona always wanted me to put the mask on her.” Ianthe said by way of explanation.

Oh. It should have been obvious. That was why Ianthe seemed different. She was a replacement for her precious sister.

Her conflicted emotions churned in her stomach. She didn’t like Ianthe but she had been happy that Ianthe had wanted to spend time with her. Knowing she was just a replacement should have made her feel worse, but the idea that Ianthe had considered her to be a good enough candidate to replace her sister was gratifying. Even if Ianthe didn’t want her around for herself, she still wanted her around in some capacity.

“Why did you two even need to do this?” She asked as Ianthe laid against the mass of pillows, her eyes closed.

“Hmm?” She asked, not opening her eyes.

“Couldn’t you just…” She waved a hand. “Flesh it up to make your skin softer?”

Ianthe’s eyes opened. “‘Flesh it up’?”

If Kiriona could, she would blush. “Yeah. Why use the masks? Unless there’s necromancy in them.” Maybe they were made of flayed skin.

Ianthe rolled her eyes. “Your simple mind astounds me.” Once again, the words were said more gently than their contents would imply. “It’s not about the skin, not really. Well, in the case of you, you need all the help you can get. I don’t think necromancy alone could solve your break outs.”

Kiriona frowned, but Ianthe continued before she could protest the likely accurate statement.

“It’s about the relaxation. You put the mask on, close your eyes, and relax.” She demonstrated by laying back down on the pillows. “So fucking relax, okay?”

Kiriona felt silly as she lay back down. She had the strangest feeling like she wasn’t doing it right. “Like this?”

“Do you really need my help to figure out how to lay down and close your eyes? Is that what you’re asking me right now?” Her eyebrow raised and moved the top of the eyeholes of the mask up, making the expression look more exaggerated.

Maybe not being able to blush was a good thing. She closed her eyes and breathed in.

This was kind of nice. The mask smelled good, and it had stopped feeling so slimy and cold. It felt wet, but pleasantly so. It felt indulgent. She was starting to see the point.

She wondered if she would like it. She could use some relaxation after all. Maybe Kiriona could—

She shook her head. Nope, not thinking about that.

“This was a good idea,” she said, to distract herself from her thoughts. She was laying in a comfortable bed with a girl—because despite her flaws, Ianthe was a girl and Kiriona did like that about her—experiencing luxury for the first time in her life. She should focus on that.

“Of course it is. All my ideas are good.” Ianthe said smugly, reaching for Kiriona’s hand and intertwining their fingers—dead flesh against gilded bone.

[saintalectoshomeforwaywardgirls]

4/21/2024: Happy birthday (tomorrow), Molly!

Some of her friends threw a little party to celebrate her. Of course, her best friend (girlfriend) Emily is there, hugging her in celebration; other guests are her dog Bennett, her number one fan Courtney, sweet Melody, and a new face around here: Maryellen!

Molly is wearing her Party Pinafore and Birthday Crown and the shoes/socks from her School Outfit; Emily is wearing her Meet Dress and the sweater from her Meet Accessories; Courtney is wearing her Meet scrunchie, her Awesome Accessories shoes, and Corona's TheGlamDoll dress*; Melody is wearing the dress from the Let's Smile Outfit and the shoes from her Fancy Floral outfit; Maryellen is wearing her Meet Outfit.

*1. Corona insisted she borrow it after she suggested she might just wear her Mutiny t-shirt, because excuse you, Courtney, you should dress up for a party; 2. TheGlamDoll is having a going out of business sale, so there's a lot of cute stuff going on the shop for very low prices!

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Peonias con corona.

Tatuaje floral.

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[vintagehomecollection]

An eclectic and highly personal collection of flower pictures is featured in the main bedroom. The chintz corona above the bed makes a pretty frame for a small oval flower picture, while two floral plates on sconces add another dimension above the dressing table.

Decorating with Pictures, 1991

[wgm-beautiful-world]

[thepmmmwitchproject]

Manga Witches: Holy Quinque

This is the fifth post of the nameless manga witch series! This part will focus on nameless witches that showed up in Tart Magica.

All of these witches were done alongside with @honestlyboringperson!

We'll start off this time with Gogmagoga, the giant witch with a vigorous nature, a witch made of powerful plant-like tendrils, it absorbs the remnant lifeforce of human communities to become larger and stronger, despite being made of vines, it's quite the weak witch in isolated areas such as forests or valleys. She desires the company of other witches or animals but due to her gargantuan size and intimidating appearance they often flee at the sight of her, as such she is very lonely.

Pan, the witch of bells with a fainthearted nature. In an enchanted storybook forest barrier, small fairy-like familiars make their domain in. When danger comes, the familiars will ring out a melody with the witch, while the chiming may warn familiars from danger, it'll put others in danger by giving them suicidal witch kisses. She values her life above everything else, it'll even flutter away, leaving the same fairy familiars she tries to protect to suffer in her place.

Guadeluape, the corona witch with a holier-than-thou nature, it emits a warm light that causes those affected to calm and peaceful around it, regarding it as a divine deity, those who do not bow under it, receiving a killing blow from one of its many tentacles. More that reject its dominion, weaker the light affects others. This witch is also notably a bit more docile than others, but only to those who have fallen under her sway, and let’s them leave the barrier to procure offerings and spread the word of her divine “guidance”. If you defeat this witch without snapping the followers out her control, all her followers will learn of this like an epiphanhy and will relentlessly hunt you down.

(Corona in this case does not refer to that, but rather to "a part of the body resembling or likened to a crown." and "the rarefied gaseous envelope of the sun and other stars.")

Elizabeth, the witch of fertilizer with a bewitching nature. Her magical scent attracts men to it, which it'll then process to eat them with its gaping mouth, the witch then proceeds to grow taller with more limbs added on it. It can summon giant arm-like plants to bind and subdue men who try to flee. It'll eat women as well, though the effects aren't as potent. The floral familiars tend to imperfections the witch gains, due to it being too distracted with feeding itself otherwise. This witch was once a revered assassin who lived in a beautiful garden filled with her sister flowers, who used her beauty to take down her targets for fertilizer, until it became the very thing that took her down. Plants become much fertile and healthier when this witch passes by.

Limos, the feast witch with an overindulgent nature. It loves to eat, but not just because, but the fill the hole in heart after a horrible incident that occurred in her human past. It can and will eat anything it sees, crushing it with its claw for easier consumption. It has a strong preference towards soul gem, more cleansed the better. This witch is edible and the taste of its crabmeat is absolutely gourmet, but some noted the slight aftertaste of sorrow after a while. It is oddly fond of French fries and will take their time to savor its favorite food, giving opponents an ample opportunity for a surprise attack. The next part will be the start of the last section of witches, the witches that show up during the climax battle of Tart Magica!

[wordsbeforeflowers-always]

Carnation

The carnation means fascination, distinction, and love. According to a Christian legend, carnations grew from the Virgin Mary's tears as she watched Jesus carry the cross. This is how they became associated with motherly love.

Know more about amazing carnation

Carnation

Dianthus caryophyllus

ALSO KNOWN AS

Clove Pinks, Angelier (Afr.), Border carnation, Clove pink, Cottage pink, Divine flower, Gilly flower, Picotee

Carnation is the birth flower for those born in the month of January.

Carnation Symbolism & Colors

Carnations grow in a wide variety of colors including pink, white, red, yellow, and scarlet. They are popular flowers for dying, so if you can’t find a natural color you like you can create it! Each color has a different meaning.

White carnations symbolize purity and luck.

Light red carnations symbolize admiration.

Dark red carnations symbolize love and affection.

Pink carnations symbolize gratitude.

Yellow carnations symbolize disappointment or rejection.

Purple carnations symbolize capriciousness.

Traditions and history

In France, purple carnations are the traditional funeral flower.Carnations are given on 1st anniversaries as a sign of love and commitment.They’re the second most popular cut flower after roses.

Carnations are the national flower of Spain and Slovenia.Since Ottoman times, red carnations and tulips are used in the interior wall paintings of mosques in Turkey. It is often said that while tulips represent God, carnations are the symbol for prophet Muhammad .{peace be upon him}

Carnations were mentioned in Greek literature 2,000 years ago. The term dianthus was coined by Greek botanist Theophrastus, and is derived from the Ancient Greek words for divine ("dios") and flower ("anthos"). The name "carnation" is believed to come from the Latin corona-ae, a "wreath, garland,

The formal name for carnation, dianthus, comes from Greek for "heavenly flower", or the flower ofCarnation Cultural Significance.

Carnation in poets

Carnations have inspired many artists, poets, and authors. British composer Joseph Mazzinghi wrote a song entitled “Ye Shepherds Tell Me”, which told of a beautiful girl wearing a wreath of flowers.

A wreath around her head,

Around her head she wore,

Carnation, lily, lily, rose,

And in her hand a crook she bore,

And sweets her breath compose.

Esteemed artist John Singer Sargent was influenced by this song, and created a painting entitled Carnation, Lily, Lily, Rose, which depicts two girls playing with lanterns in the garden.

Carnation in cooking

Edible

A spicy, floral taste. Ideal for adding to cakes or for use as decoration. Could be used as a colourful garnish to add to soups or salads.

Carnation overview

Dianthus caryophyllus is also known by the common name carnation. Historically this species has been cultivated for more than 2000 years. It is used medicinally, cosmetically, culinarily and as an insect repellant. The fragrant flowers are a favourite in many gardens, they make lovely cut flowers and are even listed in the top 10 cut flowers of the world, to grow at home!

Special features of Carnation

Nectar attracts butterflies and bees.

HOW TO HARVEST CARNATION

Deadhead flowers to keep this carnation blooming longer. Cutting side flower shoots will encourage the central bud grow into a larger flower.

Description

Dianthus caryophyllus is a herbaceous perennial plant growing up to 80 cm (31+1⁄2 in) tall. The leaves are glaucous greyish green to blue-green, slender, up to 15 cm (6 in) long. The flowers are produced singly or up to five together in a cyme; they are around 3–5 cm (1+1⁄4–2 in) diameter, and sweetly scented; the original natural flower color is bright pinkish-purple, but cultivars of other colors, including red, white, yellow, blue and green, along with some white with colored striped variations have been developed.

SPECIAL FEATURES OF CARNATION

Attracts useful insects

Nectar attracts butterflies and bees.

Attracts birds

Fragrant flowers attract nectar feeders like hummingbirds and insect eating birds too.

Facts about carnation

Purple carnations indicate capriciousness. In France, it is a traditional funeral flower, given in condolence for the death of a loved one.Carnations are often worn on special occasions, especially Mother's Day and weddings. In 1907, Anna Jarvis chose a carnation as the emblem of Mother's Day because it was her mother's favourite flower. This tradition is now observed in the United States and Canada on the second Sunday in May. Ann Jarvis chose the white carnation because she wanted to represent the purity of a mother's love. This meaning has evolved over time, and now a red carnation may be worn if one's mother is alive, and a white one if she has died.

Where carnation found

The wild carnation is found in the Mediterranean countries of Spain, Italy, Croatia, Albania, Greece and Turkey.

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