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I drew this, Varian and Marcellus and no this isn't a ship

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a touch up for varian’s hair, too, I’m trying to figure out what I can do with it when I’m editing..

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Geoffroy when returning home and find with this.

It was my turn to blow this up once and for all, thanks Toby.

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I used to love Rapunzel so much when I was younger. I had this on my files for a while and since I wanna be more active, I decided to finish it today yayyyy. Oh yeah on my Instagram I posted the sketch for this, sooooo go there if you guys wanna check it out 😽

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Gay ahh flower lesbians for @beetlejuse bc she deserves all the cassunzels in the world. *biting her hard*

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Somebody please stop me! The closer I get to the exam, the harder creativity hits me! 😭 I'm drawing, writing, editing and doing everything I shouldn’t be doing right now. The latest addition to my mania is this extended scene from Faded Away—

TW: Major Character Death, Suicidal thoughts

Extension: Rapunzel was sitting on a bench in the palace garden, staring absentmindedly at Eugene's tombstone. She sighed. Now he's resting in peace. There's no pain anymore. At Rapunzel's request, he had been buried in the palace garden under a big cherry tree after passing away from an incurable, decaying disease, so she could sit here, look at him, and talk to him whenever she wanted—and the flower petals could pay him homage every day in spring.

Rapunzel sighed again as a pang hit her chest. Tears began gathering in the corners of her eyes. She bit her lip to stop herself from breaking down. From their balcony, Arianna noticed her lonely, miserable daughter trembling as she tried to hold back her tears. She went down to comfort her.

Rapunzel quickly wiped her eyes with the back of her hand as she saw Arianna approaching. Arianna came and sat next to her.

"Are you alright, darling?" Arianna asked as she gently placed a hand on her daughter’s back.

Rapunzel suddenly burst into tears and hugged her mother, trying to say something but unable to speak through the overwhelming sobs.

"It's okay, honey. I'm here, I'm here," Arianna said, stroking Rapunzel's hair to comfort her.

After a while, Rapunzel managed to stop crying. She coughed, sniffled, and wiped her eyes. All the while, Arianna held her tightly.

"Are you feeling better now? Do you want some water? Shall I bring it for you?" Arianna asked.

"No need. Just stay beside me," Rapunzel said.

A minute of silence passed. Arianna looked at Eugene’s grave.

"Rapunzel, honey… maybe you should consider starting your life again," she said, still looking at the grave.

"What?" Rapunzel asked.

Arianna looked at Rapunzel, "Your father was talking about Prince Luke from Prussia. He would be a perfect match for you. He’s handsome, gentle, kind—"

"Impossible!" Rapunzel cut her off, realizing what Arianna was hinting at.

"But darling, it’s been a year since Eugene left, and you’ve been miserable every single day. It’s hard for your father and me to watch you like this. Just look in the mirror—see what you've done to yourself..."

"I know, Mom. But marrying someone won’t save me. I can’t replace Eugene with somebody else..."

"Rapunzel, you’re not replacing him... you’re just starting from another angle."

"Mom, you have no idea how much he means to me. Before I even met you, I met him. He’s everything to me. Losing him is already unbearable, please don’t ask me to live with someone else."

"I understand. You don’t have to make any decisions right now. Sit with yourself. Take your time to think. Even Eugene would want you to move on, wouldn’t he?"

"I don’t need time to think. I already know the answer. I don’t want to marry ever again in this life and that’s final," Rapunzel said, determined.

Arianna sighed. "Alright. But still... if you ever change your mind, know that we’re here for you." She stood up and returned to the castle.

Rapunzel sat alone, like a lonely cloud floating in an infinite sky, almost as if the void was consuming her.

"I’d rather kill myself," she whispered.

"No, sunshine, don’t say that!"

Rapunzel was utterly shocked to hear that eternally familiar voice—it sounded distant, yet unmistakable.

"Eugene?" she looked around. But the garden was empty, save for some doves quarreling nearby.

"Oh, I’m hallucinating," she whispered again.

"Your parents only want what’s good for you," the voice said again. This time, she was sure it was just a hallucination. She looked at Eugene’s tombstone.

"I don’t want any good unless it’s you," she murmured.

"Rapunzel, listen to your parents. Marry Luke. He’s a good guy. Besides, Corona needs an heir," Eugene said.

"I don’t care. Now that you’re gone, I care for nothing. Nothing matters anymore. I have no motivation to live. I’ll kill myself very soon. Wait for me there!"

"I’m not gone, sunshine. Maybe not physically, but I’m always with you—in spirit. Rapunzel, please listen to your parents."

"I can’t replace you! You know that!" Rapunzel’s voice rose.

"It’s not replacing. I’ll still be there—in your heart. You need to live, Rapunzel. Corona needs you. Your parents need you. Remember, they endured eighteen long years of torment after losing you. Don’t make them go through that pain again."

"I... I don’t know. You’re just my subconscious mind. It’s not really you, Eugene," she said.

"Yes, and nobody knows me better than you," the voice—her subconscious or Eugene—replied.

"Do you know how horribly I miss you? Do you know how touch-starved I am? How desperately I wait to kiss you? Do you know how hard it is to live without you?" Rapunzel cried.

"This is why you need to start your life again. You need something new to help you reconnect with life."

"Why are you talking like my mother? Ugh!" Rapunzel said, frustrated.

"Haha! Rapunzel, you said you have no motivation to live. But see? I’m still here. Live for me, until you find a new purpose in life."

"Maybe I’ll live for you... but don’t ask me to marry that Luke. It disgusts me!"

"Okay, okay, I won’t talk about it now. But promise me one thing. I know you don’t break promises."

"What promise?" Rapunzel asked curiously.

"You’ll never give up—on life, on yourself. You’ll take care of yourself. No more neglecting your health."

"I can’t make that promise. You suffered and died. Now, I’ll suffer and—"

"No! If you do this, I’ll never come back to you."

Rapunzel stared at the tombstone. What was she even thinking? Had she gone totally mad? A beautiful breeze blew through the garden, cherry blossom petals falling gently on Eugene’s grave.

"I promise," Rapunzel whispered, shocked by the words that had escaped her lips.

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I've watched kpop demon hunters a total of six times today with my little brother. He chose it each time.

My job here. Is done

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I'm having a panic attack and everyone is way too loud and my brother is jumping around with a goddamn nurse gun but I'm panicking too much to move and go to my room and I just wanna die

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When trans women are mocked and made into jokes in the media, I get very upset, and I am often told “Kay, you can’t go through life getting offended every time someone makes a joke.” And I sputter and object but they don’t hear me. So I want to be clear for once, about why the jokes make me angry.

I learned to hate myself for being transgender before I knew I was transgender. I laughed at the jokes in stand up comedy routines, and prime time sitcoms, and animated comedy shows, and in the movies, and in books, and in games, laughing at trans women for existing, about “men in dresses”, about people who “got their dicks chopped off”, and I learned to think that was worthy of ridicule.

And then a day came when I felt a pang of envy at what my female classmates were wearing and I repressed it, and felt guilty, and a day where I felt incomplete because I had no breasts and I repressed it and I felt disgusting And a day when I realized the only images of romance that made me feel anything showed two women together and I repressed it and I felt like a monster And a day when I realized I felt sick when I looked at myself in the mirror after every shower before work and couldn’t bear to look at my own face, and I hated myself. And then there came a day when I hated myself so much, and I thought I could never understand why, and so I just wanted it all to end. And it was just a miracle that I swerved my car back into my lane in time.

And all of it started with a joke that I heard on TV, and then kept hearing from all the voices from the ether, over and over and over, worming an idea into my mind before I was old enough to realize I was absorbing it, the idea that a man in a dress is funny, and that changing your body parts makes you a freak, and that women who have penises instead of vaginas are liars and hurt men. And they’re still making these jokes. And somewhere out there right now, just like all those years ago, there is a little girl in a t-shirt and cargo shorts with buzzed off hair watching the TV, hearing that joke and absorbing it without knowing it, who will someday have to pry herself apart to tear it out of her head, just like I did.

That is, if she doesn’t kill herself first.

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Hold up one second, if you're really taking requests atm, then are there any actual rules or conditions that we should be aware of? Do they have to involve certain fandoms and such? And are crossovers also allowed?

Oh um, I guess I should make rules lol (these apply to writing requests too cause i dont have the energy to make two lists<3)

No NSFW (blood and slight gore might be fine though)

if you can, please provide me with a base pose for drawings, it'll make things a bazillion times easier for me 🙏

No offensive, homo/transphobic or anti religious requests

If I'm not comfortable making it, I won't, these are requests and not commissions so I'm reserving to right to say ✨️no✨️

give me as many details as possible

For art, tell me whether you want it digital or traditional (and if you prefer it colored but I don't do color with traditional

With writing again AS MANY DETAILS AS POSSIBLE and a vibe plus words count

I take forever to get shit done, so don't feel shittiy if it takes me three blood moons to do stuff

If I dong know the Fandom, characters, etc I will probably not do it since idk what it is and I'll say so but yeah

Same thing with crossover but if you give me enough details I might do it and will try my best

Um this is what I got for now, drop shit in my ask box and just be respectful about everything por favor. K bai<3

-ImMadAtDisney

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Do you wanna know how much of a die hard Tangled fan, and by extension how much of a die hard Varian fan I am/was??? My artstyle, up to about last month, was entirely centered around Varian from Tangled: The Series. What do I mean by that you ask?

I literally learned to draw from Tangled. Quite literally my only inspiration was this show, and this one character, and you’ll see how deep this gets

Firstly, the anatomy. I have a bad habit of defaulting to that baby-face with large eyes type of face if I don’t think about it enough, which I got because I taught myself to draw with this one character and this one point of reference.

Secondly, I cannot think in lines. It’s impossible. Tangled: The Series, as you know if you’ve seen literally any of it, has a line-less artstyle. And again, I learned to draw from this one series and this one series alone, so now I literally only think in shapes and it’s a blessing and a curse

This goes without saying but my style is inherently Disney-adjacent. You can see what I mean if you just look at my profile. I don’t know how this happened but it just radiates Disney energy and I don’t know how to feel.

Oh, another result of learning off of Varian’s anatomy alone is that a lot of my characters have dummy thick hair. I can’t even explain this one, they just do.

And my noses. I still haven’t figured out how to fix this one without it looking weird in my head but I can only really draw a slightly upturned nose and I have no idea what to do about that.

The only positive of this is that I really like and am really good at drawing expressions. Varian is by far one of the most expressive characters, his face is just really dynamic when animated, all of the characters from Tangled: The Series are honestly, and I’d say that’s the one thing I’m super grateful for.

I’ve moved further away from these over time, and it’s definitely not my only reference now. I have a couple things I really latched onto and took inspo from and have definitely broken through some of these habits, but holy shit the marks run DEEP

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favorite things about nuru and yong/things you wanna see fanartists draw them with. go.

going with the last bit because it's really hard to get into my favorite things about them without typing like 20 paragraphs on their arcs but 😅 i'd love to see people draw nuru with galaxy hair more! like in a dream sequence maybe, i think it'd be adorable :> also nuru with musical instruments! i think she's a prodigy when it comes to music, especially with piano (hehe i get to project with this one) and cello as for dynamite boy- yong in literally any other outfit than his canon one, (i get what they were going for but it's just not it 😭) anddddd in older yong fanart, some small influences from hugo like a piercing or a small ponytail. and maybe he gets an animal sidekick (not sure what it would be though)

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Characters that you like or just think about, what do you think their favorite fruit is?

varian: apples or blueberries rapunzel: oranges lance: grapes cassandra: pomegranates nuru: plums or starfruit yong: maybe mangos or lychees?