#leaderintitleonly

[wishingxuponxstars]

What did someone just call Molly? Oh heck no. what if they said it again?

Dopey looks around, before grabbing for Molly's ears and putting his hands over them from behind her. If she heard someone say she was cursed ... he couldn't let that happen!

But what if she sees Doc getting mad? Dopey doesn't have any more hands to cover her face with. But her head is a bit more mobile than most. With a pop, he pulls her head off her shoulders and walks to the other room with it, letting her body attempt to follow. They could get it later. When Doc calmed down.

@all-fleshed-out

[calmlythrilling]

how often does this happen? starter prompt, from @leaderintitleonly

Hands reached for his hood and pulled it up. There's not much use for hiding under it - he can only assume the other saw the whole thing. Inconvenient. It's been difficult to keep it all under secrecy ever since Venomous found out. The shadow turned his head, silently facing Doc. Under the hood, eyes narrowed - but unable to focus on his eyes and make contact. After a long pause, he finally slowly walked up to the dwarf, voice low. "Every. Chance. I. Get. Do you know how suffocating it is to be locked inside this pathetic fool's head all the time?" While he prefers mystery and hiding it all, he can't deny that freedom is something he craves. Heck, maybe it's worth the reveal. There's no chance he'll have to tiptoe around anymore. He can go all out. Every little phrase, action, the slightest detail, and how much it all truly ticks him off. How he wishes things could change... Life could be so much easier. "Sowrie," he spoked up as he grinned, tone mocking, "I don't have more time to waste with stepping stones like yourself." He started to walk past, but then gave another pause. "...Stepping stone is far too generous for you... You have no power to give, after all, just like him." At least, from what they both know, Doc doesn't. Is it worth his time to find out if he's wrong? ...No, time's money. There's glorbs to catch and exchange. And there's no way this guy is going to have the funds to even get a single one. "I guess you're just not important at all." ...That... hurts? Hurts. Why? This kind of thing easily brought a smile to his face every other time... so why does it make it want to fade?

[valiantroyalty]

@leaderintitleonly

So idk if I mentioned before but in a deleted scene the dwarves make snow a bed. Where’s it at? In their room? A seperated room they probably built on?

[wishingxuponxstarsa]

“Dad, you’ve always said dating humans is a bad idea, because they die too fast. So can you explain to me, why you’re dating an elderly human?”

@leaderintitleonly​

[anger-mxnagement]

@leaderintitleonly cont from X

Seems like that’s all they had right about now. Time. He’d never been a relaxed dwarf. Could hardly sit still to listen to a story through to the end. Always something better he’d rather be doing than sitting.  

He tries to shift his position just a bit. The hard, gritty cave floor wasn’t exactly the comfiest place for your tailbone. It wouldn’t be much longer, he hoped.  

He couldnt begin to understand why Doc cared so much, he just... did. No matter what, he was there. Morning, noon, and night. He didn't deserve an ounce of what Grumpy was dishing out. He'd wished he left him for dead. Grumpy almost doesn't want to say anything. And why should he? This wasn't going to be easily forgotten. There was still unfinished business he had here. He could still teach them, really! You think a broken leg was going to stop him? No. But....... a few dwarfs might. It weighed heavy on his heart to think anyone would come to his side. It's quiet for a moment while he's gathering the right words to say. The guilt followed him all the way here, like a horrid storm-cloud hovering above, waiting for the perfect moment to pour. A constant reminder of what he'd wished he'd done differently. Was it so much to express he wanted his turn in dwarven rearing? .... Okay, okay... he had ALOT of turns. No one could be certain the next one was going be any different. Being rough was all he'd ever known. A hard thing to unlearn. "Why.." He sucks through his teeth before swallowing his air. The pain surging through his being. "You.. you idiot. Why'd you come back fer' me? Huh?? Thought you... SSS- ain't wanted us."

[queenofdawson]

//Hey not a big deal but did anyone in particular send in an ask for the Boobs Meme? I’m fine with it, I just got an anon for it with no name or anything. If no one claims it, maybe I’ll make it starter!

[lcafman]

he who is landing on the windowsill of snow’s cottage , peering inside to search for @leaderintitleonly . after overhearing rapunzels . . . mental breakdown , he’s admittedly curious about the man’s state .

catching a glimpse of the dwarf , the leafman hopped off his steed , kneeling down to push the window sill upwards ( yes , leafmen do have ant-like strength ) a few centimeters and crawl inside , glancing around the expansive space with an impressed expression .

“ huh . dwarfs sure know how to live in style ~ , “ he mused .

[hxzelwallflower]

- @leaderintitleonly​​​  ‘Elder magic’ - - - - - - -

❝ Repeat that please . Much slower this time . ❞ It’s a mystery how Doc found his way here , and she would’ve never known had Maui not asked about the ‘old guy in Valor’s forest’ . Luckily Kristoff pointed her in the right direction , and no sooner had she asked if he was okay that he started on one of his usual tangents .  Was he upset ? Confused ? She couldn’t tell .  

[all-fleshed-out]

@leaderintitleonly cont from X

Molly observed his actions with a curious eye. What on earth was he doing? Didn't he have any other friends to go play with? But to say she wasn't at least.... a little excited would have been a total lie. It was a known fact that troubled tots loved a good old-fashioned pretend play tea party! Blue, Pink, and her personal favorite.. yellow! She probably wasn't invited, though. It was HIS party , anyway. Buuuut that didn't mean she couldn't give an acute eye for detail, right? Plus, it'd be .. really embarrassing if no one showed up.

Molly stood up, and sort of.. distanced herself from the setup, just to get a better view of it all. She twiddles her thumbs around each other, speaking in a rather shy tone. "Yy..yah! Um.. Y'need napkinsh! Fer, in case you get a spill..." Ah! There's that lil smile forming! "An' um.. music! Fer dancin!"

[cxnscience]

@leaderintitleonly said ; “What was I saying?” - snow white starters

"I'll be honest," Jiminy props himself up a little better from where he'd been leaning very intently on his umbrella, "I lost track of where you were goin' with that one some time ago."

He'd started with a very certain point, he's sure. And... then it had diverted. Jiminy doesn't really mind - he enjoys listening - but he'd be hard-pressed to answer the question of what Doc's initial reason for starting the conversation was.

"Here - here, start from the top. I've got all day!" The only one who complains about him hanging around for extensive amounts of time is Sneezy, and what's Sneezy going to do about it? Nothing. "Listen twice as good this time."

[wishingxuponxstars]

Dopey had just seen the short puppy from afar, and he was annoyed. Why had no one told him they'd finally got a pet dog? He'd sulked for a bit when he couldn't find the mutt easily. It didn't seem to like staying in the house.

But sulking wasn't very healthy. So Dopey had decided to turn his energy into something productive.

That's why he was now in the forest, holding some cooked chicken in one hand and a homemade collar in the other. It was made of old scraps of fabric and would probably break if he tugged on it too hard, but Dopey mostly wanted it so the nametag, reading "Sir Barks-a-Lot, return to Dopey", would be visible.

He'd been waiting a few hours, and the chicken was starting to smell good, even to him, when he heard noises in the bushes. Was that his new pet? Dopey forced himself to sit still. Snow had told him that moving too much frightened wild animals. But he couldn't stop his ears from wiggling with excitement.

@leaderintitleonly

[calmlythrilling]

"Oh, god, are you hurt? Are you hurt?!" starter prompt, sent by @leaderintitleonly

He weakly lifted a hand, attempting to wave it dismissively. Ugh, that definitely didn't go as plan... He's been blasted back to these very walls and through its roof so many times. He gets beat up sure, but... everything seems to ache, especially his head. Everything feels heavy - except his breaths which were light and slow. And things seem... what's the word... spin-y? No that's not it... It's more like his vision had split into two. Venomous attempted to glance at his hand. There's a blurry blob of red covering what should be purple. It's such a pretty shade of red, contrasting nicely with the bits of white dots - is it supposed to be shiny? The shiny liquid runs down his hand into the sleeve of his coat and turtleneck, the cloth staining the same shade as the lovely color. "...Am blee'in'." He simply comments. Whether or not it was to Doc or himself, though, is impossible to tell - he doesn't seem to be looking at Doc, nor his hand, despite trying to study the blood that further seeped into his clothes. He's interrupted by the sensation of something falling in his eye. It quickly shuts, followed by Venomous lifted his other hand and tried to push away whatever was there. Both hands now had very, very similar feelings of liquid trickling down. "...Am blee'in'." He simply comments. Again. This time, there's an attempt to at least look at the dwarf... er, wherever he is. That... white, brown, and red blob is a person, right?

[valiantroyalty]

She’d been staring at her hands for what seemed like forever, even moreso after she’s taken the gloves off, and placed to the side. Fingers flexed, curled and straightened. Everything was black, the inky color discolouring from fingertip to past her wrist. She can try to go without wearing, despite her mother telling her not to. It’s unnatural.

But after gathering up enough courage, she sought out Doc, gloveless. She trusted all of the dwarves but not as much as him.

“Hey.. Papa? You know lots of zings, ja?”

@leaderintitleonly

[wishingxuponxstarsa]

@leaderintitleonly​

He hadn’t felt like doing much since Doc’s death. He had been spending most of the time in his room, sleeping or crying into his pillow. A king wasn’t supposed to be so emotional, but he wasn’t a king anymore, so he’d taken his time to cry.

Today was the first day that he felt like doing something. Not much, but something. He could go to the library and read up on dwarfish customs. That way he could feel close to Doc, even if the elder dwarf was gone.

Arvin had taken his time getting to the library and picking out a book to read, only to find that the table he usually sat at with Doc when in the library was occupied. He frowned as he sat down across from the short fellow who was reading. He could share, even if he was trying to mourn Doc in his own, slightly strange sort of way.

He opened the book, flipping to a section about dwarfish burial customs, using it as a shield between himself and the other. This way, if the man reading put his own book down, Arvin wouldn’t have to look at his face. He could pretend it was really Doc and they were having one last reading session together.

[anger-mxnagement]

 @leaderintitleonly​​ continued from ask <3 

Grumpy inhaled sharply through his teeth. A cold sweat washed over his body. Instinctively, his hands snap over and clasp one on top of the other over the wound. This was humiliating.  If there was one thing in the world Grumpy hated most, it was attention. Being doted on, taken care of- all of it! He held firm to the belief that he didn’t need anybody’s help, and could manage on his own. “Dammit, Doc...! Th’ hell do you think yer’ doing? I don’t--” Need him? Yes, he did. Absolutely he did. But he was going to fight like hell to accept it. 

“Mmph--!! Make it quick!” he hissed. Well, at least he didn’t say no! The dwarf let out a shaky breath as he carefully moved his palms out of the way. There was a lot he could handle. Dirt, grime, slime- but this.... made him a little lightheaded. “S’bad , aint it? Were gonna hafta amputate, h-huh? Make me a wooden leg an... use it when y’need to make a fire.” At least he still had his sense of humor! Oh- nope... that was just to stop him from passing out. 

[captainseamech]

//this is my take on this situation. Yes this is dumb, no I will not apologize