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What blessings are coming for you in 2024?

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Pile 1:

Shufflemancy -

Half Full by JGrrey

Radioactive by Imagine Dragons

I by Jaden

Signs: 818, silver, wires, blue, green, white, ocean, the sun, blue daisies, braided hair or material, mandalas, wall tapestries, old keys, doors being locked, mirrors, rosaries, crosses, anointing oil, Poseidon, Percy Jackson, Yemaya, honey biscuits, & beignets

Service, Change, Mirror, Heart With A Key, The Sword & Rose, & Liberator

For 2024, pile 1, I see that there is going to be some big changes! "Out with the old, in with the new". In 2023, you could have paid a big service to others by helping them with their needs, which led to putting everyone else above your own personal goals. Helping others can be a good thing but it is alright to be "selfish" at times! I feel that you think if you do good by others you will attract good karma into your life or the universe will magically bless you for your good deeds, when that's not how it works. If you wish for change, you have to be the change you seek. For 2024, you should focus on your self concept and understanding how the 3D works. The 3D reality is your external world, it will reflect back to your most inner prominent thoughts. You have the key to manifest your best potential. Harness your skills and work on improving them. Be careful with your triggers as well. The universe will test you along your journey. So you may experience things that are an inconvenience or attract things you may not necessarily "want". For example, if you are manifesting wealth in 2024, but keep having issues with your finances. Instead of reacting to this and having thoughts or complaints that you're "broke". Release the fears that you have regarding abundance. If you are manifesting money but only receive a $20 dollar bill, be grateful for that $20 dollar bill, for someone else may not even have cash at all. Think of it as a small start to success. You have to liberate yourself from limiting beliefs and see the prosperity that surrounds you and that it is also given to you. If you are someone who sees things as "glass half empty", your perspective will change graciously and the blessings in 2024 will teach you how to see with a "glass half full". The new year will provide you with inner peace and clarity within yourself. You will also be divinely guided and protected during this time!

Pile 2:

Shufflemancy -

Glitter by Tyler The, Creator

Kolors by Monte Booker ft. Smino

Hey, Mickey! By Baby Tate ft. Saweetie

Signs: 222, Valentine's day, hearts, box of chocolates, kiss marks, pink, lavendar, red, lip stains on cups, baby cupid, Venus/Aphrodite, Persephone, Oshun, passion fruit, roses, makeup, bow & arrow, crown, metal, armor, knights, princesses, folklore, playing dolls, roleplay, fairytale romance storybooks, childhood nostalgia, 90/2000s movies, & Y2K

Love (2x 💕), Patience, Kisses, Cupid's Arrow, Soulmates, & Knight

Okayyyy!! This pile is stepping into their it girl/boy/enby era 💅🏽! This is too cute ✨️. You will be more popular than usual this year, pile 2. Your guides are wanting you to embrace this! You could be really shy and wish to avoid the spotlight, but you will be causing yourself a great disfavor by doing this! You are going to be so radiant, magnetizing, & beautiful this year and this is going to draw others to you. I am getting a vision of like those popular girls who walk down the hallway in a 2000s movie with their hair blowing in the wind and everyone else is just in complete awe of them. There could be significant changes to your hair, skin, and wardrobe, maybe even your physical features. Your hair could grow longer, healthier, and look shiny, while your skin would appear softer, dewy, and refreshed. I see that your guides will be blessing you financially to support this lifestyle and to overall enhance your beauty. "You have lived in the shadows of others for too long, you're meant to shine baby!" I feel that many people in your path have made you feel smaller than you actually are and your guides want you to know that you are meant to do something big in this lifetime. They wish to boost your confidence. In 2023, you were the underdog, but you are going to rise to the top in 2024. You will also have a lot of admirers this year! You will be weary of this and feel anxious, fearing that these people are trying to deceive you. There is no need to worry about this though, pile 2! Ease your thoughts and affirm that you are worthy of love, praise, and attention. Your inner beauty is going to be radiating through your physical vessel and this is going to be so intriguing to others. You could be attracting friends, lovers, & sexual partners. If you have been single for a while and waiting for the divine to bless you with a romantic suitor, then it is very likely that you will be in a relationship for 2024. There is someone here who is in love you and desires to be in a committed relationship with you. They will be very charming, romantic, and chivalrous towards you. I interpert this as self love as well! The love you have for yourself is going to transcend into the universe. It's like the Care Bear stare. The Care Bears were able to love others and reciprocate it as well. Allow yourself to give & receive this year!

Pile 3:

Shufflemancy -

Forever Young by BLACKPINK

Queendom by Red Velvet

Call Me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepswn

Signs: 333, giggling, laughing randomly or uncontrollably, people smiling at you, cameras, taking pictures, making videos, beaches, palm trees, upbeat music, nostalgic for music from your younger days, manic pixie character movie tropes, yellow, highlights, hair dye, bangs, high top sneakers, high waisted denim shorts, shuffling dance, longboards, swimsuits, pranks, Hermes, magic tricks, road trips, summer break, festivals, carnivals, & clowns

Self Esteem, Humor, Perservance, Girl Talk, Camera, Paradise, & Trickster

For some of you, the show "Dollface" or the movie "Joy Ride" could be significant. In 2024, you will be reuniting with some old friends of yours or making new ones. You could be getting over a break up from 2023 and the universe wishes to bless you with people who will stay in your life long term. This person you were with romantically or sexually could have left you feeling very depleted. As if they wasted your time and energy. You may have been feeling lonely or a bit lost, wishing you had people there for you to cheer you up. If you had friends that used to be close to you that you miss and have gotten out of touch with, it would be best to try contact them! You will never know unless you try :D! If you are someone who's never really had friends, then I see you coming across people soon. You will have to come out of your shell though and have the confidence to strike up a conversation with people. You will see that you are actually quite funny and a joy to be around! I'm getting a vision of like sleepovers and movie nights. This could have been your favorite to do when you were younger. I feel you should focus on creating new memories for yourself in 2024 and don't be afraid of doing those cheesy things you did as a teenager. Create photo books, make collages, talk on the phone all night long, go out ob trips on a whim, etc. There is so much more to life than just wanting to find your life long significant other. There's this joke that's I've been seeing on social media where it's like a young adult is either married or have kids and then people say "oh she 23? Shawty should be in the club" and it's true 😭! Don't waste your youth away worried about finding the one, just go have fun! It doesn't matter how old you are! Wear those heels and put yourself out there! You are going to regret it if you don't focus on your happiness in the future so make it happen. In 2024, your life will be spontaneous and adventurous!

Pile 4:

Shufflemancy -

American Girl by Bonnie McKee

Sweet by BROCKHAMPTON

SAD GIRLZ LUV MONEY (Remix) by Amaarae ft. Kali Uchís

Signs: 444, Seshat, Athena, money in hidden places or on the street, vivid dreams, orange, green, STEM student, university, class, fire, drug commercials, hospitals, blood drawings, shots, measurements, glass, gas, science, chemistry, ball & chain, monopoly, dice, game pieces, poker cards, & checkers

Happiness, Health, Addiction, Abundance, Passion, & Visionary

For some of you, it was possible you were suffering from a lot of issues with your health in 2023. You could have been more prone to getting sick and catching colds, the flu, etc. Your health will be doing much better in 2024! I also see if you are a STEM student, I see your grades improving or you will graduate this year! Congratulations! This message only applies to a select few, but in 2024 I see that you will successfully become sober and overcome any addictions you had! Regardless of which of these resonates with you - there is a big focus on achievements with your health. Whether that is your health or other people's health you are taking care of, things will be looking great ❤️‍🩹! I see that you are very passionate regarding your career as well and there could potentially be some opportunities coming your way in 2024. I feel that a lot of the people in this pile are studying or work in law, the medical field, or do something along the lines of STEM (science, technology, engineering, & mathematics). You are very studious, smart, and bright! I see that in 2024, you will not be taking no for an answer and will do whatever it takes to achieve your goals. Your determination will be admired by others and I see that you will pass many job interviews or receive a big internship soon. There is going to be an opportunity coming your way that will be blessing you financially. Pay attention to your intuition and how it will make you feel. If something makes you happy and feel good inside, it is meant for you. If you feel a bad vibe or something is not right, trust your gut instincts! Do not allow others to pressure, persuade, or force you into doing things you don't want to. I also believe this ties in with the addiciton factor, the people in your path could be codependent on you or they will try to push you into doing things that are not beneficial for your growth. You are not obligated to do anything these people say, focus on your best interest. Either cut these people off or stay away from them, pile 4! It is very important that when you go into the new year that you stay away from any substances that are harmful to your health. Regardless, you will be very happy, healthy, and wealthy in the upcoming year 🏆!

[reyadawn]

Masked Desire - One Shot

*image not mine, credit goes to owner*

Summary: Reader is a live-in friend of Bad Omens who is in love with Noah Sebastian and best friends with Joakim Karlsson. Noah keeps reader in the friend zone while she watches him with other women. *Similar concept of "Love You More" but with varied differences...you'll see*

Side Note: Im not good at angst writing but Im not feeling the best today...struggling with self-image and self-esteem. Needed to let it out.

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x OFC, Jolly x OFC (platonic)

Warnings: Angst, language, eventual friends-to-lovers, eventual smut so dont read this if you're under 18.

Word Count: 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

Please, bare with me on this guys...

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Laughter echoed around the dimly lit livingroom of the two story beach house. A large black leather 'L' shaped sectional was filled with the members of Bad Omens as well as thier female counterparts. The glass coffee table was littered with various beer cans, pop cans, random bowls of party mix and a few laptops. The end tables housed speakers and the low sound of country music wafted through the air.

I leaned against the large archway that separated the livingroom from the large chef's kitchen, arms crossed in front of my chest as I took in the scene before me. Jolly, my best friend and partner in crime, had his legs stretched out in front of him with his feet propped up on the end of the coffee table and was absentmindedly strumming his guitar. Folio was next to him with a redhead in his lap wearing jeans so tight they look painted on. Every now and then she'd flip her long hair over shoulder and would hit Jolly across the side of his face.

Jolly threw the occasional dark look to Folio but didnt say anything and I chuckled. Nicholas was engrossed in a book about tattoo designs while being sanwiched between two girls. Both of them kept running thier hands over his legs but he barely even glanced at them. The last girl, a dark brunette with pigtails, was planted in the corner of the leather sectional on Noah's lap and was currently shoving her tongue down his throat, dark hair creating a temporary curtain to hide thier actions from view. Fucking tramps. They were all probably so loose that it was like throwing a hot dog down a hallway.

I turned away, stomach rolling and heart clenching. I would never be anything more to Noah than a friend. A confidant. Video game partner. I looked nothing like the girls he took home. I wasnt thin, at all. I wore no make up. No designer clothes, just tummy control leggings and loose shirts to hide my insecurities. I rarely dressed up unless the ocassion called for it. My long hair was either in a messy bun, ponytail or side braid. My self-esteem was ground zero, I just hid it well.

I busied myself with making a steaming cup of lavendar tea. I walked around the large island which was centered in the middle of the kitchen and frowned. Various bags of chips, popcorn and candy lay scattered along the surface with random glass bottles filled with amber colored liquid. I hated drinking but the way I felt had me considering adding a splash or two to my tea. I reached above me into one of the cabinets by the refridgerator in search of my favorite Halloween cup and noticed it got shoved so far back on the shelf I couldnt reach it.

I bit my lip in thought before hoisting myself onto the counter on my knees. Before I could do much more, a pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around my waist, pulling me off the counter. I spun in anger towards my assailant and stopped, staring at Noah in shock and anger.

"What the fuck, Sebastian?", I all but growled. Noah threw his hands up in defense.

"Chill out, Angel. Was just trying to make sure you didn't get hurt. What were you doing, anyway?", he replied, moving to stand closer. I retreated a step back, earning me a frown of confusion across Noah's dark features. His shoulder length brown locks were touseled, full lips kiss swollen and clothes partly disheveled. Internally, my heart broke at the fact I wasnt the reason for the current state he was in. Externally, I rolled my eyes.

"I need my tea cup so I can go upstairs", I replied, pointing to the top shelf. Noah stepped closer to me, reaching over my head to pull the cup from the shelf. I was so tempted to wrap my arms around his 6'3 frame. I wanted and needed so many things from him that I wasnt allowed. He'd never look at me the way I wanted him to.

A light brush to my cheek snapped me from my train of though. I looked up at Noah as his fingertips grazed my cheek, pushing my hair behind my ear.

"Where did you go just now, Angel?", he asked softly, eyes roaming over me. I gently took the cup from him and turned to the stove to get hot water boiling in the copper kettle. "Nowhere", I mumbled.

"Why do you want to go upstairs? You always party with us. What's wrong?", he asked, moving closer once more. He tried moving a few lose strands of hair away from my face but I pulled away. The battle to keep my distance from him yet crave his touch was exhausting.

"Please, Noah...dont do this right now. I really need to be alone for a while", I said, reaching for the kttle as it whistled. I poured the steaming water in my cup, reaching for a teabag from the box sitting by the sugar jar.

"Why?", Noah pushed. I sighed in defeat before turning to him. I slowly raised my eyes to him. Choclate meeting chocolate and he reached his hand out, thumb wiping away a lone tear spilling down my cheek. Giving him a watery smile, I walked past him and through the opposite entrance towards the upstairs.

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Noah stood rooted to the spot, confusion and hurt swirling within him. What was going on with her? Why was she so sad? Did someone hurt her? Anger began to surface and Noah was ready to throw hands, figers gripping the counter tightly until his knuckles turned white.

Jolly entered the kitchen in search of a beer when he took in the sight of Noah before him and cocked his head to the side.

"Descided to come up for air?", he asked with a smirk. Noah turned to him with a scowl.

"I think someone hurt her...she was in here alone, crying and when I tried to comfort her she rejected me. That's really unlike her. I dont fucking get it, man", Noah replied, running a hand down his face.

Jolly rolled his eyes before pulling a beer from the refridgerator, popping the top to take a healthy drink.

"You're a fucking moron, Noah", he deadpanned.

"What the fuck, J? Where do you get the balls?", Noah snapped. Jolly tipped his head back and laughed.

"Dude, that girl has been in love with you for years. Practically throws herself at you and follows you around like a damn puppy. Anything you ask her to do, she does; books our flights, hotels, cleans this massive fucking house top to bottom, does all our laundry and makes sure to work the merch table at our shows when we play in town...for free, I might add. This goes way beyond her being just nice", Jolly explained, arms folded across his chest, beer can forgotten.

Noah stared at Jolly in shock before running his fingers through his hair, gripping the strands in irritation.

"Noah...do you know how hard it is for her to see you with other women? Like, tonight for instance. She watched you tongue fuck that chick on your lap and I thought she was going to break", Jolly added.

"How in God's name do you know all of this?", Noah asked, voice hardening in irritation. Jolly chuckled.

"I'm her best friend, you dunce. We share everything except a bed. It's not like that with her. She's like the sister I never had", Jolly explained. Noah sighed. "Look, if you don't feel the same way about her then you need to tell her so I can prepare myself to pick up the pieces of what will be left of her. If you do feel the same, you need to grow a pair and tell her. Either way, she deserves to know where you stand".

Jolly walked away, leaving Noah to his thoughts.

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I didn't hear the knock at my bedroom door. I barely registered Jolly's soft voice or the feeling of his arms around me as they lifted me from the bathroom floor to cradle me against his chest.

The sobs that escaped had me shaking and trembling. Jolly's grip tightened as he whispered softly in my ear, trying with everything he had to comfort me. Hot tears poured down my cheeks as my hands fisted the material of his shirt.

"Easy, sweetheart. I'm right here...I'm right here", Jolly said, pulling me fully into his lap.

I don't know how long I stayed in Jolly's lap but I suddenly woke up and I was in my bed, alone. My room was dark and I pulled myself into a sitting position before getting out of bed to meander downstairs. Raised voices had me pausing in the hallway to eavesdrop.

"Goddamnit, Jolly, why didn't you come and get me when you found her like that?!", Noah screamed.

"Dude, calm down before you pop a vein", Nick said. I slowly peered around the corner, looking down from the banister. Noah was in a standoff with Jolly in the livingroom while Nick, Nicholas and Matt were onlookers.

"If you gave half a fuck as much as I do, you would have gone after her but instead you bed that stupid whore from last night to hide the truth of it all!", Jolly fired back. You could have heard a pin drop as all eyes turned to Noah.

"Jolly, you're like a brother to me but right now I'm two seconds away from decking your ass. She's fucking everything to me, to this band. None of us would survive without her. We'd all fucking starve to death", Noah explained. My breath caught in my throat as fresh tears filled my vision.

"Go tell her you love her, you fucktard, but you better do some hefty begging though. She's liable to lay you out flat before she lets you fuck her", Matt said with a grin, popping a few M&M's in his mouth. Noah, Jolly, Nick and Nicholas all turned to him before laughter erupted. I had to admit, I loved the sound.

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I stood looking out my window, fresh from a shower, towel still wrapped around my frame. Dark blue sky, not a cloud in sight, sun shinning. Days like this normally made me happy but a dark cloud of confliction loomed over me from what I had witnessed downstairs.

I was so lost in my train of thought that I didn't hear anyone come into the bedroom. I sighed loudly as I heard the door close.

"Not now, Jolly. I'll come down soon", I said, still gazing out the window.

"Jolly has seen you in a towel but I don't get to?", Noah's deep voice rang out. I spun, clutching the towel to my breasts.

"What the holy fuck, Sebastian?! Do you know what knocking is?", I all but screamed.

"I did knock but you didn't answer. I got worried and let myself in so I could check on you", Noah replied, walking over to the bed to sit down. I rolled my eyes and proceeded to walk by him and retreat into the bathroom but his hand shot out and latch onto my wrist, stopping me.

Noah rose to full height, engulfing me in his size. He hooked a finger inside the knot at my chest, yanking me so hard against his chest the towel came loose and fell to the floor. I craned my head back to stare up at him in shock as he brought his head down to brush my lips with his. I parted my lips as he fully slanted his across mine, his arms encircling my waist to hold me close.

The kiss was so soft and gentle, that hot tears prickled beneath my closed eyes. I whimpered and grabbed his forearms, my legs trembling. Noah rained gentle kisses down my neck to my collarbone as his long fingers gently carressed between my thighs before giving them a gentle tap. I parted them just enough and his middle finger slid between my folds to soflty swipe across my clit.

"So soft...so wet", Noah murmered against my skin. I whimpered again, a small plea for him to give me more. "Use your words, Princess. Tell me what you want".

"Please...I need more...I need you", I whispered, gripping his forearm even tighter.

"Good girl. Come here", Noah said, pulling his fingers from me and pulled me after him to the bed. I suddenly became aware of my nakedness and tried to cover myself up with my arms. Noah looked down at me and chuckled.

"My fingers have been in your pussy and you're worried about how you look? Lay down for me, beautiful and spread those pretty thighs", Noah smiled reassuringly. I bit my lip nervously but did as he asked. I hated the way my body was even more laying down than when I was standing.

I felt the bed dip as Noah layed down, face inches from my dripping pussy and I had never felt more vulnerable, exposed or turned on in my life. Without bothering to ask for permission, Noah's tongue swiped through my folds to run light circles around my clit as he slowly pushed two long fingers inside me up to his knucles. I could almost feel him at my cervix because his fingers were so fucking long. I gasped as he slowly thrust his fingers in and out of me, circling my clit a few times before plunging his fingers back inside me.

I gripped Noah's hair as he suddenly wrapped his lips around my clit while curling his fingers into a 'come hither' motion to rub that spongey spot inside me and my hips shot upwards. Noah chuckled and placed his free hand over my lower stomach to hold me in place, picking up the pace of his fingers.

"Please, please...I'm gonna' come...please, more, faster", I begged, throwing my head back against the pillow.

"Please what, Angel?", Noah asked, raising his head to look up at me. His dark eyes glittered with his own arousal.

"Please, make me come", I all but begged.

"Please ...?", Noah trailed off.

"Noah! Please, Noah!", I cried, thighs shaking. He smiled and lowered his head again to take my clit back in his mouth and suck hard while fucking his curled fingers inside me at an almost painful pace. I screamed out as my release coated his fingers and his hand. Before I even had time to recover, he positioned himself between my thighs and thrust his cock inside me until he was fully seated, triggering another orgasm as I raked my nails down his shoulders and arms.

I couldnt even think straight enough to try and figure out how he got his shorts and boxers off. Noah's thrusts were slow, deep, powerful even as his cock slowly dragged from my body only to spear back inside me until I felt the head hit my cervix. Noah lowered himself to capture my cries with his lips as his hips snapped faster. My legs lifted to wrap my thighs around his waist even tighter, the act causing him to sink impossibly deeper.

Pulling myself from his lips, I tried to catch my breath. Noah brought a hand to my breast, swiping his thumb over my nipple.

"Noah, please...I can't...you'll destroy me...my heart--", I said harshly but Noah's lips cut me off before he pulled away to look down at me.

"Your heart is mine. Your body is mine. You. Are. Mine", he empasized, his hips jackhammering against my thighs, cock pistoning against my cervix. I was losing the battle against my body. I couldn't fight it. "Come for me, Angel...come all over my dick".

Noah's words were my undoing. The coil inside me snapped, my body feeling like it could snap as my muscles grew taught and I screamed. My release triggered his own as he closed his eyes, mouth open, releasing every boiling rope of cum inside me. He collapsed on top of me, chest heaving. I ran my fingers through his hair until he rolled to his back, taking me with him so I layed across his chest, my leg tangled between his.

"I love you, Angel...I'm so sorry for being so stupid for this long", Noah whispered, placing a kiss to the top of my head.

"It's ok, Noah...better late than never", I replied, kissing his chest. "I love you, too".

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Probably should have made this two parts but I couldnt stop writing 🤷‍♀️

Thanks for reading 💫💟

@livingdeceasedgirl @exitwoundsx @artificialbreezy @lma1986 @thefallennightmare @concreteangel92 @concreteemo @dsireland86 @darling-millicent-aubrey @flowery-mess @amourtoken @gretaswhore28

[petaltexturedskies]

Open windows in the art studio and the mercuric twinkling April air flows in across the desks and laps about my ankles. Spring is in the pink and lavendar paint stains on the floor; in the pink and orange neck of the girl in front of me; in the crooked part in her yellow hair, drawn back into two uncombed blonde braids; in the easy stride of the thin blackhaired man in the light gray suit, walking down below on the pale pink sidewalk.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[ennaku-sirri-da]

Viva la Pompeii

( Plaintext: Viva la Pompeii)

[ ID: Fanart of Dr Habit and Kamal Bora from the game Smile For Me. This art is for an AU of the game called Roseverse. The style is crayon-like.

The changes in the artists interpretation of the deisgns are as follows. Kamal has a lot of acne, eyebags and thick brows. His hair has streaks of older age in it and is greying. He wears a rose pink shirt and dark green pants with lighter stripes. Habit has a muppet-like appearance with fur, longer pink two-toned hair, cheek patches with a splash of freckles. He has on lipstick. His long coat has a bush-like collar with feathery parts. His coat is made of a fuzzy material. In his braided hair are many lillies of various shapes and colors, crowned near his ear is a big Tooth Lily. Both their heads of hair are messy.

Habit carries Kamal. He crookedly grins at him to comfort Kamal, revealing broken teeth. He reaches up a bandaged, bloodied hand to wipe Kamals tears. Kamal smiles back through difficulty, his arms thrown around Habit and legs grasping below.

Black baby sheep surround them, baaing and jumping, making splashes in the water. It is raining. Small flowers fall and float in the water. On either side, tall stalks of bright lavendar flowers sway in the scene. The clouds above are dark and heavy. Through them, a spot of sunlight shines down on Habit and Kamal. End ID]

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You think...

About him carrying you.....

When it rained.....

Was always raining for you.....

Dark baby sheep baaing and crying on their silly wobbly legs around you two,

So strong; still. They were going to grow and get steadier to bear and feed their own lambs. Powerful lil gals. Strong like Habit patting you with his tremor-bandaged hands....

Gentle lashed sheepey doll-eyes... Gentle like how he'd learned through trial n' error to handle you with maximum care.....Never pat the back too much; you'd weird-belch and feel embarassed for not growing past baby behaviour,

So sweet...The smell of the like a googol lilies youd braided in; some of the happiest moments of your life were and are with him

Strong Habit...

Gentle Habit...

Sweet Habit.....

My bestest friend....

Monster Habit. You loved them all; all of them; all of him,

Your turn to carry him now. Hope the old busted back can handle that heh-

It had begun again. You don't mind.

That's what friends are for.

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Well, the scene from my fic is a flashback to when they were kids..a flashback from Kamal when hes an adult, that is. But I decided to draw both of them grown up here. Just felt fitting somehow to tie my whole " Habit and Kamal messing around in nature" series together.

You can read the whole thing here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51047383

Happy 5th anniversary, Smile For Me!

[stvrlcss]

‘ elle fanning, cis woman, she/her, 25 / 250 , high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems vasilisa petrovic has finally made it to the capital, the healer/high priestess from the dawn court is said to be compassionate and is said to describe themselves with freshly watered flowers with beads of water sparkling in sunlight, a red ribbon tied into a beautiful bow, and the sun rising on a rainy night leaving a rainbow behind and with all of this in mind their altruistic nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time.

general details.

full name: vasilisa petrovic nickname(s): vee, lisa name meaning: "queen/empress" in greek age:  25 but rlly 250 date of birth:   species:  high fae gender: cis woman pronouns: she/her sexual orientation: bisexual romantic orientation: biromatic occupation: high preiestess ( healer in free time ) family: daxton vennes — half-brother ( @stxrfclls )

physical appearance, etc.

faceclaim: elle fanning hair color and style: chest-length blond hair, often down but pulled away from face with a braid and flowers eye color: clear blue height: 5'5" body and build: slim somewhat frail-looking tattoos: none clothing style: generally light colours and flowy dresses if ever outside robes distinguishing characteristics: birthmark on her right hip that looks like a constellation signature scent: water lily & lavendar

head canons and/or backstory.

lisa was born in the dawn court to her mother and father. she didn't see much of her father but her mother only stressed that he was "better than her life before." she never really knew what she meant but she was glad her mother was happier here and lisa spent most of her energy trying to make her mother happy

and thus because the foundation for lisa's personality. she always sought to make people happy. she would do this and that and anything that seemed to make others happy, even if she worked herself to exhaustion

when she joined the temple it wasn't much different, but she felt like at least she could see genuine appreciation for her work. she's been pretty happy and fairly sheltered, but with everything that's been going on, she's working herself even harder and she's starting to feel herself fraying at the edges

connections

can someone pls get injured and secretly come to lisa often to get treated pls, bonus points if they're from another court

let me have her have a one sided crush OKAY she's sweet and innocent and probably won't even tell your character because she's too nervous

i would love someone to irk her because i don't think that's an easy feat, she's pretty chill but someone out there gotta know how to push buttons

[da-millerrrrr]

Opinions on Thronè?

Oh, I adore her! She may not be the kindest person, but she tries her best, and that’s one of the things I love about her. She also never gives up. No matter what, she keeps trying, and that’s admirable. She’s strong, in more ways than one. Physically (which is hot as fuck), emotionally, and mentally. I can’t imagine having to deal with some of the things Thronè did, but she’s still fighting to this day, and it’s amazing.

She’s loyal, too. Once she gets to know you, she’ll protect you with her life. Like- scarily protective.

She’s also gorgeous. Her hair looks so soft... I want to mess with it. I wonder if she’d let me braid lavendar into her hair...

All in all, she’s amazing.

[werspinna]

TAG GAME — THINGS YOUR MUSE WILL NOTICE ABOUT MINE

WHAT THEY LOOK LIKE: On first glance Wolf is a on the shorter end of average tall woman whos most noticeable features are the poxscars covering parts of her face and the smile with crooked teeth on her lips. On the second glance one might notice the tattoos on her hands that were not made for artistic reasons. She is clean, well groomed and the embroidery on her blue dress is neatly made, yet the materials of her clothes are not especially expensive fitting for a laysister without own property. For people of her time it is noticeable that Wolf wears her hair in a halo-braid which is a typical "working-hairstyle" for girls around Cologne in contrast to the more artful and loose hairstyles used by unmarried women in Pisa at that time. Accordingly its easy to notice for the people of her time where Wolf grew up at out of the habit of how she wears her hair. Wolf does her best to very much look boring when she is just the Laysister Wolfgund. As Werspinna Wolf is hidden from head to toe and if it would not be for her very uninspiring height she might be very intimidating alone for the fact that there are eight eyes looking at a opponent from behind the Grimme of her helmet.

WHAT THEY SMELL LIKE: As someone who had lived in a muslime household, specifically serving a woman with leprosy who was also a doctor, Wolf smells permanently after lavendar and Vinegar. Usually Wolf cleans her hands and feet with lavenderoil when she steps into a new house or outside on the street(out of respect, but also because lavenderoil is antibacterial) and she washes herself two times daily with vinegarwater (also killing bacteria) to get rid of any germs sticking to her. Despite knowing better as a by Asada keenly trained doctor, Wolf is worried that she might still carry the pox-virus (let alone somehow might carry Asadas leprosy bacteria) and therefor makes sure her hands are always clean, especially when she knows that people will reach out for her and touch her. Occaisionally the scent of vinegarwater can be uncomfortable, especially when Wolf is anxious and mentally unwell in which state (especially if she can´t find something to eat) she scrubs her hands and feet more violently and often until they turn bloody.

WHAT THEY SOUND LIKE: In general Wolf has a lower, womenly voice than average. She usually tries to make it more higher and sound like a "trill" when she is talking to make people more comfortable around her even if her constant happy humming and chuckles usually do the opposite. However, through this behaviour she is noticed, which is exactly what she aims to be as her Mother had teached her that the one who is noticed and so annoying to be ignored, is often underestimated and even better, never expected to be a Thief. She no longer is a thief or robber, but Wolf still plays her role well which might explain why she is so easily not noticed when she is actually quiet and hunting. She does sound distinctive "frankish" for people from Pisa (Cologne is after all a tradingknot and very near to france), yet as the medieval middle lowgerman is still very close related to english in its softer more rolling phonems, for people used to english she might sounds "strange" but not specifically from Cologne. In general she might sound very annyoing for the people around her considering Wolf is doing her best to be exactly that and loud and noticed, always making jokes and pitching up her voice to sound more happy and friendly.

WHAT THEY FEEL LIKE: Wolfs Hands are strange to the touch-Some parts of her skin (shoulders, knuckles, feet) are uncomfortable rough from a life of hard work and especially someone who had been trained to use the longbow to hunt since young childhood, yet there are many very uncomfortable smooth areas where the poxscars had eaten into her flesh. The callouseness is often expected from Wolf as someone who works in a convent as a laysister, but the smoothness of her scars might be unsettling. Her skin is also always hot to the touch- Wolf has a incredible active metabolism as a Mutant with a inhuman high selfhealing-factor so while she does not feel sweaty, she might be considered having a fever rom her temperatur alone for a person not familiar with her high metabolism.

[lordofthegoldenflower]

Kurdel,

Let me start by saying I am fine.

There was a minor misscommunication accident. The elves seem to have not known about my problems with the flower Lavender. It was mistakingly put into my bath and i was minorly exposed to it. Thankfully naught ahs come of it other than a few irritations and itches. But please make note that i am nay able to be around that flower as nice as it is for i wish to continue to breathe.

I am now clean also. Not that I wasn't before but I am now scrubbed and smell decent. My hair is still unmanageable as i did not allow the elloth to touch or clean it properly. Ye ken how important ahir is to the dwarrow. I await to wash it until I am well enough to do so on my own or until ye find me and come.

With love, your Kidhuzurâl 2/?

@weheirsofdurin

All the comfort he had been given in the first letter left him with the opening statement of the second. Usually when someone made the statement of being fine it meant something had happened that could make that not be true. He let out a breath when he heard things had not gone as poorly as they could have. He paused long enough to fetch one of his signet rings, taking a moment to string it on a golden chain before settling in to write a letter in return.

Rauro-nin, Well do I remember when you told me of your trouble with lavendar after I had used a soap with its scent to wash my hair. I have been careful to keep it away from you since. I am sorry you were exposed to it once again, though I cannot say I am disappointed they have managed to get you clean.

I have said it before and I will repeat it until you believe me. I would rather have you alive and on the mend than with pristine hair. Your beard and mane will regrow for me to tangle my fingers in and wash for you. Until then, all I will see is the fact that you bravely faced what stood before you. I am doing all I can to clear the roads for you to return to me as soon as you are strong enough to travel. Then I will wash and braid your hair, and pamper you until you have returned to your full health.

I have enclosed one of my signet rings on a chain for you to wear whilst you continue to heal. I hope it brings you comfort as well as helps to open any doors you may find closed while you stay with the elves. I am trusting you with my reputation with my people I know you will not abuse my position.

Please, continue resting so we may be runited soon.

Glorfindel

[sweetheartlatte]

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[greyeyedmonster-18]

(ootd, as we count down the last days of summer and prep for school,

-black tube top

-high waist, ripped boy jeans

-the sun is gone here so i have a shiny burgundy windbreaker that is part of this outfit. very 90's

-black filas

-hair in long dutch braid. rapunzel, rapunzel. sealed with a velvet dark red (not exactly burgundy) scrunchie

-holding onto my tan* skin, eyebrows, mascara

-a book for fun. and a lavendar latte.)

[bloody-bunni666]

Stars Apart

The story on how Mo and Neoma (my OC) met.

Chapter 2

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"Alright, bon appétit." said Mo, grabbing his dinner to devour.

He was leaning back on the kitchen counter, left hand resting on the ledge, just spacing out. Sort of feeling guilty for having caused their leave since he was the one who accidentally angered those creatures. Starting to feel ashamed, he then remembered the box. The heavy steel box that moved, just by itself. He then thought of many conspiracies to explain it, not realizing that he finished his dinner whenever he grabbed for more, only finding an empty palm. His conspiracies were tiring him down, so he thought it would be best to get some shuteye. So he clapped the lights off, put on his eye mask and laid in his custom made bed, so his feet would be tucked in properly. He then went away in his mind world...for a while, at least.

It wasn't until he had woken up by a nightmare, breathing heavily and softly sweating. He put his face in his hands, rubbing it up and down to wipe away his sleepiness. He sighed, knowing his sudden wake will cost him in the morning. He began to settle back in until he heard something in the hallway. He struck up, only to hear it again. Making sure he wasn't dreaming, he slapped himself for courage to check it out.

He grabbed a spare flashlight in his upper cabinets and opened the door. He peeked out shyly and tip toed lightly down the hallway, not wanting to wake up his friends.

Once he'd reached the end, he turned his flashlight left and right. He thought of going back, thinking his job was done, until he heard the same sound from the left side of the hall. He made a left, then a right to find a hall that contained many halls. It wasn't until the fourth left hall that he saw them.

He didn't even have to shine his flashlight, there were just two golden feral eyes, floating together in the dark. He started to breathe faster, scared for his life. Then, the eyes leaped down to the ground, now making growls. He then was stepping back, getting more scared each step. Unfortunately, he tripped and dropped his flashlight. He thought he was done for, so he just closed his eyes and hid his face behind his arms like a coward. He stayed like this for a while, but he heard something moving back and forth. He moved his arms and eyelids from his sight and found a creature playing with his flashlight like a toy.

The creature was lavendar with indigo stripes all around its body, its claws moving the flashlight back and forth, focusing on it with its white diamond irises, shaped like a cat's. Golden colored eyes with black surrounding the stars. Its long tail was waving back and forth playfully, it seemed like it was really captivated by the object. Its had was held back by a long golden hair piece with v bangs and shaved sides but two braids by her long pointed ears, listening attentively to the flashlight's sounds. The only clothing it had on was a very ripped white and red colored animal skined top and a very long, thick, red and white colored loin cloth. It's feet were more like deer hooves, steadily waiting. It's fur was barely noticeable and perfect, not to much or too less.

Mo was amazed, fascinated even. He'd never seen an...alien before and so...pretty.

He carefully reached his hand out to grab the flashlight back, but it arched its back and began growling again. He moved his arm back, letting it play. Then its irises widened, focusing on the man. It started to approached him carefully. He thought of scooting back but he knew that would scare it away. It slowly creeped up to him and felt his leg, lifting it up curiously, examining its different shape and the thing on it.

"Uh-umm..." Mo slowly started to speak. "...th-those are pj pants, sweats specifically."

It looked straight at him, startled by his voice. It didn't say anything back unfortunately, it just kept going up. Kept going up to his shirt and started to reach for his body from underneath. Flustered, he quickly grabbed its wrists. It looked up at him so innocently.

"Let's...not do that, ok?" He said.

It tilted its head with confusion. It then felt the texture of the fabric of the shirt, how plain and different it was. It felt its furry cheek with it slowly, taking in this new thing. But it kept on going up, to his face. It saddled onto his lap to be more comfortable, he blushed instantly. It carefully placed its clawed hands on his cheeks, caressing his smooth tan skin. It stretched out his cheeks, then placed its hands on his mouth. It then shaped out his nose, then covered his eyes, sort of playing with him. He smiled and hummed a chuckle. It smiled back and showed its carnivorous set of teeth. It wasn't until it reached his curly hair that it became so intrigued. It gasped quietly and giggled, liking his curls. It shoved his head into its chest, trying to get a better feel. That's when he figured out its sex was female, I guess, being shoved into her full chest. He blushed immensely, wanting to move back, bu he could tell that wasn't going to happen anytime soon, so he just dealt with it. Until he felt the powerful heat coming from within her. He carefully placed his hands on her back, wanting to stay there forever.

"You're so warm..." he murmured into her chest.

She huffed a smile. She cupped his cheeks and looked into his chocolate eyes deeply with her starry eyes. They stayed like that for a while, not one of them making a sound, until they heard one. Alerted, she scurried off, taking the flashlight with her.

"Wait." He said, trying to form a sentence.

But she was already gone, leaving no trace. But it was just Buzz, roaming around the dark hallways.

"Mo, what are you doing here?" He questioned.

"Oh, umm, just- couldn't sleep."

"Ah, I'm with you there, man. But, uhh...why are you on the floor though?

"Oh, umm, tripped. You know me."

"I do."

Buzz offered to help but Mo politely declined, getting up by himself.

"Come on, man." said Buzz. "Let's both get some sleep." He patted Mo on the back and walked with him to their rooms. Mo looked back, still wondering where she went.

[hiccanna-tidbits]

SURPRISE BITCH I BET YOU THOUGHT YOU SAW THE LAST OF SAPPHIC JACKUNZEL

ABSOLUTELY NOT

FEM!JACK AND LESBIAN RAPUNZEL MY BELOVED

Anyways I was absolutely obligated by law to make a sequel to this at some point! I was wondering what kind of ballgown fem!Jack would wear to a fancy party or some other special event, and then this happened. Rapunzel wears lavendar/lilac when she dresses up nicely, of course!

***

“Come on, Jaina! You can come out now.”

“No!” An annoyed voice drifted out from behind the floral-painted changing board. “I just look so...so glitzy. I can’t deal with this.”

Rapunzel sighed deeply, leaning against the wall and running her fingers through the lavender chiffron of her skirt. “This whole thing was your idea. Don’t back out on me now.”

Jaina must have thought Rapunzel was blind if she didn’t think Rapunzel noticed the way the white-haired girl had always paused at the door to the closet, staring longingly at Rapunzel’s collection of dresses. They weren’t anything particularly special--mostly just casual wear, with a few nicer gowns that she had gotten as past birthday gifts. Nonetheless, Jaina looked at the bright, rippling waves of pink, green, purple, and blue like they were an especially tantalizing chocolate cake.

Rapunzel supposed it made sense that Jaina was drawn to them, since her normal look was not exactly the most colorful. Every time Rapunzel saw her, she had on the same plain brown dress, wrapped around the middle and the bottom of the skirt with dark red bands. She had a cape that she wore with it--one that she never failed to wave wildly about when she was being excessively dramatic, but was nonetheless equally brown. The most color she ever added to it was a dark blue sweatshirt she wore over her dress from time to time, although even that was fairly modest.

Still, it had come as a surprise when they’d been lying on Rapunzel’s bed, deciding on a lunch recipe, and Jaina had made her suggestion apropros to nothing.

“We should play dress-up with your nice clothes sometime. You know, just for the hell of it. It’s not like you’ll actually be needing any of that stuff for castle balls, so we might as well.”

And here Jaina was now, inexplicably nervous about Rapunzel seeing her in the fancy outfit she had requested to wear.

“Come on, Jai,” Rapunzel said, her voice softening. “I’m sure you look wonderful.”

“No, I’m--it’s weird! I don’t know!” Jaina’s voice cracked slightly, showing the first trace of fear. “I’m not supposed to look glamorous. I’m a little shit.”

Rapunzel shook her head. “You are not a little shit. No matter how much you try to be.”

“Hey! Take that back!”

Rapunzel giggled. “Well, the Jaina Frost I know would never be so much of a coward that she can’t handle her best friend seeing her in a different outfit.”

“Okay, okay! I’m coming out.”

As soon as Jaina stepped into the light, Rapunzel had to remember how to breathe.

Her skirt, billowing around her like the stream of a fountain, was a deep blue--like the very last glimmer of twilight before giving way to inky black. Silver-white glitter was dusted across the dark folds, glinting like stars. It trailed up to wrap the bodice completely, making Jaina look like she’d been dipped in moonlight.

Her hair was no surprise--Rapunzel had helped her to do it earlier. Rapunzel had weaved the braid crown now trailing over the tops of Jaina’s ears, and curled it into a rippling bun hanging from the back of her head. The braids were secured in place by a delicate line of silvery ice leaves--a little adornment Jaina had added for flare.

Nevertheless, seeing it together with the dress...

Jaina was gleaming, brighter than any of the lanterns Rapunzel had ever seen on her birthday. Brighter than the moon itself.

For a long moment, Rapunzel couldn’t speak.

“Do I look that stupid?” Rapunzel snapped out of her stupor at the sound of Jaina’s mumble. Her friend was looking anywhere but at her, cheeks slowly deepening to a bright pink.

“No, no!” Rapunzel shook her head rapidly, lifting her hands to try and reassure her friend. “You look--I just--I wasn’t ready for it. You look really beautiful, Jaina.”

“You think so?” Jaina’s voice slipped into uncharacteristic timidness--a timidness Rapunzel hasn’t heard since she kissed Jaina for the first time.

They had exchanged a few kisses since. They'd both been certain they liked it, and they hadn’t seen any reason not to try again. Every time, Rapunzel’s stomach felt like it was zipping around at great speeds, and she often wondered if she’d find herself floating up into the air like Jaina could.

Still, they had never talked about what it actually meant. Jaina had never brought up the topic, and Rapunzel had never asked.

She supposed some part of her was terrified to find out. Some part of her was terrified delving too deep into this would drive a stake into the only (human) friendship she’d ever had.

Rapunzel’s smile widened. “I know so.”

“It’s just...” Jaina bit her lip. “When I rose out of the ice, I wasn’t wearing--well, I wasn’t wearing anything like this. I don’t really know who I was before I was Jaina Frost--or if I was ever even technically human--but if I was, I sure as hell don’t think I was one of the fancy, well-off ones. I guess it just feels...wrong to wear stuff like this. Like I don’t belong in it.”

“I can’t see how,” Rapunzel argued. “You pull it off spectacularly. If anyone was made for that dress, it’s you.”

“I don’t know.” Jaina’s eyes darted around uncertainly. “It just feels like I don’t deserve to wear something this nice. Like I’m breaking some unspoken elegant clothing rule.”

“Well, you’ve never been above a little mischief.” Rapunzel smirked. “Seems like that would be right up your alley.”

“Yeah. Actually.” Jaina broke into a smirk of her own. “Maybe you’re right.”

She whooped and spun around, skirt fanning out like waves of night sky. Rapunzel felt her chest start to rise up like a drifting bubble.

Jaina really was far cuter than she had any right to be, and it frustrated Rapunzel to no end. It set all manner of emotions loose in her, many of them unbearably confusing.

“Yeah!” Jaina crowed, pumping her fist in the air. “The world is not ready for how fancy I am!”

Rapunzel couldn’t help but laugh. “No, no they aren’t!”

“For the record, though...” Jaina turned back to her, smile growing a little more shy. “I still think you look better.”

Rapunzel’s hand strayed to her hair, sprigs of wildflowers Jaina had picked sticking out of the loose braid. “Thank you. Although credit where credit is due--the flowers were your idea.”

Jaina giggled. Evening sunlight streamed in through the open window, washing the little circular room in extravagant gold. Lit from the back, Jaina’s hair glowed softly, making her look like some kind of ethereal princess.

Struck with a sudden idea, Rapunzel smiled and strode forward, extending a hand.

“Excuse me, beautiful lady. May I have this dance?”

Jaina spluttered, suddenly unable to form a complete sentence. Her cheeks turned a shade of pink to rival some of Rapunzel’s best dresses. “Huh, wh--wha--”

“Wait, wait! I know how to make it even better!”

Without waiting for Jaina to collect herself, Rapunzel rushed over to her dresser. She grabbed the enormous flower vase in the center (Mother had picked her an especially extravagant collection and brought them as a gift the other day) and quickly sifted through it, grabbing out several and gathering them into a bunch.

She sauntered over to Jaina, holding out the bundle. Petals drifted to the floor behind her, snowy white and deep blue rimmed with cyan.

“For you, fair maiden.”

Jaina blinked. “You matched my dress,” she said stupidly. “And my hair.”

Rapunzel smiled. “Don’t worry, I don’t expect you to match mine. Mother didn’t bring me as many daffodils as she usually does.”

Jaina stared at the flowers, expression unreadable. Something inside Rapunzel wilted.

“Do you--do you not want them? I mean, you don’t have to--”

Without warning, Jaina snatched the bouquet away, glowering at her. Apparently, she had been very concerned Rapunzel was about to change her mind.

Jaina leaned down, slowly inhaling and taking a long whiff of the faint floral scent. Suddenly she flung her arms into the air, sending the flowers careening up the the ceiling and floating down in a lazy, drifting rain.

Rapunzel glanced up at the scattering bouquet, and then back at Jaina. “What--”

“I was just setting the mood.” Jaina smirked. “Of course I’ll dance with you, idiot.”

Beaming, Rapunzel held out a hand again. Jaina slid her own on top of it, and they sauntered to the top of the stairwell with petals fluttering down all around them.

As they reached the small landing, Rapunzel felt her eyes dart to Jaina’s. Her friend’s eyes had slipped shut, lips curled up in a soft, tranquil smile.

Another idea seizing her, Rapunzel let her hand drift off of Jaina’s. She reached down, slipping one hand onto Jaina’s thigh and the other onto her lower back and scooping her up like a bride.

“Wh--RAE!” Jaina spluttered, legs dangling helplessly over Rapunzel’s arm and cheeks turning redder than some of Mother’s best gowns. “What are you doing?”

“I’m sweeping you off your feet!” Rapunzel beamed proudly. “You know, like the knights do in the stories?”

“Put me down!” Jaina huffed. “I’m not a damsel in distress!”

“Very well, if you don’t want to get a free ride down the stairs.”

As Rapunzel started to lower Jaina to the ground, she felt a hand swat her stomach.

“No, don’t actually! I’m just not used to being pampered. I usually have to take care of myself.”

Rapunzel looked down at the girl resting in her arms, and her heart suddenly broke.

Maybe this was the first time someone had been this soft with Jaina in over a century. Or three.

“I could take card of you, you know,” Rapunzel said softly. “If you let me.”

In response, Jaina rested her head against Rapunzel’s side and laid a timid hand on Rapunzel’s chest. “How are you even able to do this, anyways?” she grumbled.

Rapunzel giggled. “Pulling your mother up the side of an 80-foot tower every day for over 10 years doesn’t exactly leave you with weak arms.”

Jaina smiled weakly up at her. “Good point.”

“Can I--can I carry you down the stairwell?” It was almost embarrassing, how much eagerness Rapunzel felt creeping into her voice. “Like I see the princes do with the princesses in the pictures in my books?”

“Ew!” Jaina snorted. “Like I’d want some snobby king-to-be anywhere near me.”

“I know, but I don’t think you have to be a prince to do it,” Rapunzel retorted, voice rising into a slight whine. “Come on! They always look so happy in the pictures. I thought maybe we could be happy like that, too.”

Jaina pressed the back of a hand to her forehead and let out a dramatic sigh. “Very well. If you must.”

Jaina Frost wasn’t heavy--she was as light as winter wind, even with Rapunzel having to balance her way down the stairs. From the way she was nestled into Rapunzel’s chest when they reached the bottom, the blonde concluded that Jaina couldn’t have minded too much to be carried like a delicate princess--even if Jaina’s cheeks were now more scarlet-tinted than Rapunzel had ever seen them.

“Now, I know it’s tempting, but don’t fall asleep here,” Rapunzel teased. “We still need to dance.”

Jaina grinned. “Oh, I wouldn’t miss it for anything. As much as I am enjoying these big, strong arms of yours.”

“Don’t worry, you haven’t seen the last of them.”

“Wait, hold on, Rae. Let me add a finishing touch.”

Jaina lifted a hand and a blue-white beam shot out, zipping toward the tower roof. It hit the ceiling with a small crack, and a gleaming white chandelier sprung from the boards. Rapunzel watched in wonder as thin rings of ice grew down in concentric circles, rimmed in dangling white bulbs and curved icicles.

“Wow,” she breathed. “It’s…it’s beautiful.”

Jaina beamed proudly. “No castle ball’s complete without an over-the-top ceiling light, right? Now we’re ready to go.”

Rapunzel started to lower her arms, and Jaina leaped out of them like a spring hare. Her dress swirled around her as she turned to face Rapunzel, this time being the one to extend her hand.

“May I have this dance, Princess Rapunzel?”

Rapunzel laughed, and took Jaina Frost’s hand. “You flatter me too much. But yes.”

They took the floor, and they moved like liquid. Jaina took the lead, surprisingly confident for someone who had been blushing up a storm mere minutes ago. For anyone watching, it would have been impossible to tell that for countless decades, Jaina’s only dance partner had undoubtedly been herself. She spun and twirled and twisted and leaped, and at first Rapunzel felt herself breathing hard as she tried to keep up. At one point, Jaina even grabbed a rose from a vase on the windowsill, frosting it over before tossing it up to hold in her teeth. (Rapunzel seriously doubted the move was meant for anything other than showing off, but she didn’t mind.) It didn’t last long--during one particularly long twirl a few minutes later, Jaina snatched the rose from her mouth and flung it out the window in only the most overdramatic sweep of her arm.

It didn’t take long for Rapunzel to get the hang of the movements, though. In barely any time she was spinning around as fast as Jaina, weaving about the room with similar grace. They joined hands and let go again, pulling together and apart only in rhythm to a soft tune Rapunzel hummed. From time to time, Jaina stopped to twirl Rapunzel under her arm. Rapunzel, in a few moments of daring, dipped Jaina steeply toward the ground before pulling her up again at the last second.

For a long while, the dance was bouncy and energetic, rippling across the floor lit by nothing but the gleam of dying sunlight off of Jaina’s chandelier and the soft glow of summer fireflies drifting through the window. It could only be so long before the girls’ feet grew tired, though, and the tempo slowed down until they were just holding each other and gradually swaying from side to side.

There was moonlight in Jaina’s smile, and her eyes were softer than Rapunzel had ever seen them. When she spoke, Rapunzel was entirely unprepared for it.

“I’m in love with you.”

Rapunzel didn’t stop dancing. She couldn’t, too caught up in the rhythm of their movements. Still, she was sure her eyes flew open wide enough to rival those of her bulging-eyed chameleon companion.

It was a strange thing to suddenly (and dramatically) declare. Rapunzel wasn’t sure what to make of it.

“Well, of course we love each other,” Rapunzel said. “We’re friends.”

“No, I mean...” Jaina sighed. “I’m in love with you like the fairy tales. Like the princes who carry the princesses down the stairs. Like the big, elaborate royal weddings with 16-layer cakes. I’m in love with you like...I’d marry you, if I could. If you wanted to.”

The words enveloped Rapunzel like a snowstorm.

She was silent for several moments, trying to sort out her racing thoughts. Jaina loved her. Jaina loved her.

So that’s what all the kisses meant.

“Mother says girls don’t marry girls,” was all Rapunzel managed to get out. “I asked her about it when I was 10.”

“I know they don’t.” Jaina’s voice hardened. “I don’t care.”

“But will it--” Rapunzel’s voice broke, sudden anxiety gripping her. “Will things have to change? Will we not be able to be friends like we used to be?”

Jaina smiled, seeming to relax a little. “Nothing’s going to change, except that I’m giving you the opportunity to kiss me more frequently, if you’re interested. And we don’t have to be weird about it when we do.”

Rapunzel looked over Jaina. The snowy hair. The crystalline dress. The sparkling, mischievous eyes. The skip in her step and the lightness of her laugh. The energy that followed her when she zipped around Rapunzel’s room and painted tapestries of snowflakes in her wake. The way she stumbled through Rapunzel’s bedroom window with her arms overloaded with books, all on Rapunzel’s favorite topics. The way she’d practically shout “You’ll never be bored again!” while chucking the entire pile at Rapunzel.

The way she made Rapunzel feel like she had everything she could possibly want without even setting one foot out of her tower.

Rapunzel smiled, because now that she thought of it, there was no other possible way she could have imagined this going. It was clear as the stars on Jaina’s skirt, and everything clicked into place at once.

“I’m in love with you too,” she murmured.

Rapunzel pulled Jaina in, and kissed her slowly in the blinking shimmer of fireflies.

***

They sat on the windowsill well into the night--legs brushing, hands interlaced, Rapunzel’s head coming to rest on Jaina’s shoulder. The fireflies, still flitting about the summer evening, were backlit only by the faint light of a rising moon. Rapunzel gazed off into the dark treetops, sighing.

“They’re so beautiful,” she murmured. “I wish I could see them closer up. The fireflies, the trees, the lanterns...everything.”

“You know I’d take you if you wanted,” Jaina reminded her. “I’m always up for a little jaunt. And honestly, the whole world’s out there waiting for you. Seems like kind of a waste to hide from it in here, especially when I’m sure you’d love it.”

“I know. But Mother--”

“--doesn’t have to know,” Jaina finished. “Didn’t she go to some neighboring kingdom for that one special kind of perfume, anyways? You told me she won’t be back for a couple days.”

“Right. But...” Rapunzel bit her lip. “It’s dangerous outside.”

“Anyone gives you trouble, I can just fly us away. Remember?”

Jaina pulled away, leaving Rapunzel looking after her with a pout. She stood up, delicately stepping off of the windowsill and into the open air. Smirking, she turned and offered Rapunzel a hand.

“Ruffians and thus are very unlikely to have means of following us into the sky, you know. Care for an adventure?”

Rapunzel looked away. “I don’t know. I love so many things here. I mean, this is my home, I can’t just--”

Jaina snorted. “Come on, you don’t seriously think we can roam around in these fancy clothes forever, do you? We’re going to have to come back at some point to change. I’m not kidnapping you.”

Rapunzel stood up, eyeing Jaina’s outstretched fingers. “I guess not.”

She had to admit, she was tempted.

“Home will still be there when you want to come back to it,” Jaina said. “But there’s a whole world out there to see, too. And I want to show you everything.”

Rapunzel smiled, and finally took Jaina’s hand. “You have me back by noon tomorrow, or I’m never letting you wear my dresses again.”

“Deal.”

They were lost to the night, and the tower was left empty.

***

Since Jack/Jaina was clearly on the poorer side as a human, I HC Jaina (and by extension Jack too lol) as being a bit (initially) uncomfortable with putting on formalwear, if only because her subconscious is kinda going “Is this allowed??? IS THIS ALLOWED???”

It was actually kinda hard thinking of a fancy dress with icy/winterey vibes that hasn’t already been claimed by Elsa’s outfit lineup D: GOD DAMN IT ELSA YOU DON’T GET A COPYRIGHT ON ICE DRESSES

Rapunzel and any iteration of Jack Frost bonding over how much they love to dance is just something that can be so personal ;____; I mean, Jack spent the intro to his movie spinning and leaping all over the place, and Rapunzel started a huge-ass dance in a town square, so like...am I wrong??? THESE FUCKERS LIKE DANCING

I feel like since Rapunzel grew up so sheltered, she’d be pretty naive when it came to differentiating between different types of love. Like someone tells her they love her romantically and she’s like “well of course we love each other!! We’re friends!!!” and...it takes a bit for her to realize that romantic love is a whole different Vibe sometimes XD The fact that girls romantically loving other girls is most likely not commonplace in 18wheneverthefuckTangledtakesplace definitely doES NOT HELP lol

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Caiden

grayish blond hair, freckles, blue eyes

coat: strangely cut, adult sized, leathery, morphs [tiny scales, tiny iridescent feathers, soft leather with a hood]

brand on his neck - circle and 6 rays

dark trousers and long sleeved shirt

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taller by 8 inches, hair down to mid bac, beard, pronounced freckles, gangly limbs, light muscle

new clothes: rich blue, rosy grey, black, many belts

grey undershirt of dense gossamer mesh, overshirt a thick soft material, baggy black trousers of matte leather feathery morphcoat

clean shaved, hair shoulder length, initially braided back by en but too short for ponytail

-hair cut again, a couple inches on top, cropped shorter down the sides

Leta

oversized garments hungs off one shoulder, covered her palms

hazel eyes

Laythan

Tall man with sharply muscular frame, hood, long beared frame, wrinkled and scarred, wavy hair marled between grey and white

right brow sloped over the corner of his eyes and pinched toward a circular scar in his temple matching an identical circle on the other side. odd chevron shaped ringed his dark grey irises

Taitn, pilot

brutish face, trimmed beard.

jacket similar to caiden’s found one, with deep dark emerald like a blackbird’s sheen, cinched to the throat with cross-shaped snaps. short dark hair, eyes the color of dull blued steel, middle aged

Ksine, scientist and medic, Andalvian

mask of metallic filigree over scarlet cloth or membrane, with tiny tubes threaded at the edges, esposed skin at his neck was gel-like and matte, patterned with speckles and stripes. a furred sort of scarf looped around his shoulders and collarbones, rippling indigo, black and white

hands ungloved for the first time: dark skin with speckles and striped rings.

his face had human features, but in different proportions. feline or piscine in a way. transluscent and matte smooth over shifting patterns that congealed in to stripes across the bridge of his nose, peach above cream. his round eyes stretched to points at his temples. there the spots in his skin angled to black chevrons, the creamy hues reddening into a venomous glare

skin dark mauve with lightning pattens darting through / purple ire / peach happy(?)

whipkin: forearm length, white body marbled in black with an indigo sheen, spiral ears on a leaf shaped head, webbed long fingered paws, webbing between limbs.

Panca, mechanic, saisn

slender woman, veils swathed her face and neck except the centre of her forehead, baring  black glistening circle the size of the gloss. veils slightly transluscent

at her forehead her skull opened around the embedded black core, like an insect eye. her two real eyes beneath it were entirely black except for white limbal rings around each iris, greyish purple velvet skin, flat nose with tiny teardrop nostrils, wide ears flat against her scalp. in place of hair, chevron ridges at the top of her forehead swept over her skull and down her neck like plaits.

En

tall muscular frame, squared face, tan skin unusually smooth, with tiny black lines running along contours. black hair tied up

metal specks trimmed each ear.

skin can go transluscent and reveal wires etc

feminine face: finer bone structure, darker skin, smoky eyes

feathery bangs stretched across her forehead, eye makeup, skin darkened and cooled, becomes shorter

light grey eyes, black skin and long hair high in a tie.

oversized clothes fit loose with strategic belts and magnetic straps to cinch them around her musclar curves, long hair spilled over the arm of the seat like a black waterfall

Threi

featureless blue mask

short dark hair

hawkish features, clean shaved, white skin, light freckles, something about his features odd- a forced youth

Silye

short (barely up to Caidens shoulder),

human looking girl, floor length hair braided elaborately around her body, secured at waist, hair changes colour - silvery cream, pink, lavendar, azure

in casthen armor/clothes, animal eyes like an andalvian

wore one of en’s long sleeved shirts in a pastel fiber, a thigh length dress on her

Nophek

quadruped, reddish black, muscular bodies range from 1-2 metres tall. covered in a mix of fur, mane, and rough ski

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