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gottagetmeoneofthese:

runningracingdancingchasing:

Rapunzel smiled bright as the noonday sun up at him. She was so proud of him and loved him so much, and it was almost like every word out of his mouth made her love him more. Despite his rough exterior, he had a heart of gold, and truly didn’t want anyone to go through what he did as a child.

Annabelle nodded thoughtfully. “I think it’s a wonderful idea,” she replied. “It’s a good thing we have someone like you here now. You know things about the world we, unfortunately, don’t tend to think much about.”

"Perhaps," Henry chimed in, "we ought to start looking to hire more from the outside. People with worldly knowledge. But this is talk for another day, when we are not amidst a ball! Yes! You have my approval as well!"

He shrugged. “Even trade, I think. I know nothing about weddings but cakes and brides, so hey.” Oh yes. He could be subtle, too.

He glanced around the ball. Speaking of things he didn’t know much about, how long did these things last? Did they dance until dawn?

Annabelle gave Rapunzel a hopeful, longing look and the princess smiled shyly. “Will you help me, Mom? Eugene knows more about weddings than I do, and until he said so, I didn’t even know there was cake. I have no  idea what all this is going to entail.”

It was easy to see where Rapunzel got her smile from when Annabelle was truly happy. “Of course, sweetheart!” she beamed, and hugged her daughter close. “Whenever you’re ready, let me know!”

"Wonderful!" Henry clapped his hands together. "Speaking of brides, would my lovely young bride care to dance?" He got to his feet and offered his hand to Annabelle, who giggled like a teenager and took it, letting him lead her down to the floor.

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gottagetmeoneofthese:

runningracingdancingchasing:

"Sooo, Eugene and I have an idea. I mean, I guess it was my idea, but he helped me flesh it out, and I want to run it by you before I get all gung ho, like I do. There’s no way that all that food is going to get eaten, so after the servants take some home for themselves and their families, I’d like to host a Leftovers Feast for the orphans in town! But not just a big, royal meal, also hot baths and new, clean clothes, and then Story Time with Eugene! What do you think? Is it a good idea? Can I do it? I’ll fund it with money left over from the candle sales!"

She held her hands near her chest, balled into excited fists, and wore an expression of eager pleading. Henry and Anabelle exchanged proud looks and smiled at her.

"It’s a wonderful idea, Rapunzel," Annabelle smiled. "What a kind and generous thing for you to want to do."

"I just want the children to know that someone cares," she said a little meekly. She wanted everyone to know that.

He took small sips from his goblet as he watched Rapunzel tell them her idea. When she was done, his hand finally got to rest on the small of her back. He wondered if he should voice his next thought or not. And then, because he was him, he did anyway. “Perhaps if it goes well, it could become a tradition of sorts? Not an every time thing, especially with the clothing, but maybe if they knew there was a celebration they would also know they aren’t left out of things.”

Rapunzel smiled bright as the noonday sun up at him. She was so proud of him and loved him so much, and it was almost like every word out of his mouth made her love him more. Despite his rough exterior, he had a heart of gold, and truly didn’t want anyone to go through what he did as a child.

Annabelle nodded thoughtfully. “I think it’s a wonderful idea,” she replied. “It’s a good thing we have someone like you here now. You know things about the world we, unfortunately, don’t tend to think much about.”

"Perhaps," Henry chimed in, "we ought to start looking to hire more from the outside. People with worldly knowledge. But this is talk for another day, when we are not amidst a ball! Yes! You have my approval as well!"

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gottagetmeoneofthese:

runningracingdancingchasing:

That actually touched her deeply. She was often pretty sure that he didn’t like her parents, especially her mom. But hearing him say he missed them made her feel warm and light, and more in love with him than ever.

They reached the raised stage and stepped up, waiting patiently for a break in the conversation before she handed her dad the goblet in your hand.

"Hi!" she bubbled. "Are you enjoying the party?"

"I don’t suppose it could have turned out better," Henry smiled up at her. "Though I suppose I should dance with my wife and my daughter at some point," he added with a wink.

Eugene handed his spare goblet to the queen. “I do hear dancing is usually what one does at balls.”

When the king was dancing with Rapunzel, was he to ask the queen to dance? Would that be a good idea? Hmmm.

"Sooo, Eugene and I have an idea. I mean, I guess it was my idea, but he helped me flesh it out, and I want to run it by you before I get all gung ho, like I do. There’s no way that all that food is going to get eaten, so after the servants take some home for themselves and their families, I’d like to host a Leftovers Feast for the orphans in town! But not just a big, royal meal, also hot baths and new, clean clothes, and then Story Time with Eugene! What do you think? Is it a good idea? Can I do it? I’ll fund it with money left over from the candle sales!"

She held her hands near her chest, balled into excited fists, and wore an expression of eager pleading. Henry and Anabelle exchanged proud looks and smiled at her.

"It’s a wonderful idea, Rapunzel," Annabelle smiled. "What a kind and generous thing for you to want to do."

"I just want the children to know that someone cares," she said a little meekly. She wanted everyone to know that.

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"Can to!" - rorie-borie-bennefrost

rorie-borie-bennefrost:

runningracingdancingchasing:

runningracingdancingchasing:

"Can not!" Rapunzel insisted stubbornly. "He’s a chameleon! Trust me, I’ve tried to make m skin change color loads of times. And holding your breath until your red doesn’t count!"

With a grin, Rapunzel pulled out a book and flipped through paged. “This,” she said, “but also this and this. They don’t just change colors, but patterns! And instantly!”

"No way, that’s sick!" Rorie studied the pages, fascinated. "I take it they’re your favorite sea life?"

"Sick?" the princess questioned the unfamiliar terminology. "Sick as in gross…?" She couldn’t help grinning at the followup question though. "You’d better believe they are! They’re the Pascals of the sea!"

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charapoo:

Spending so much time on freelance work that I’m dedicating whatever free time I have to fanart.


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gottagetmeoneofthese:

runningracingdancingchasing:

"While you were gone," she said softly. "And it wasn’t just because I was acting like a basket case. Because I wasn’t that bad at first, and I mostly kept it to myself for the longest time. I mean, I was distracted thinking about you all the time, but… well, I kept busy. It wasn’t until you didn’t come home on time that I… lost it."

She poured the goblet full and the two of them started heading towards the thrones. “I keep telling you, they missed you, too.”

He leaned over and kissed her temple. “Well, I’m pretty sure that’s about when I lost it, as well.” He wished he could place his hand somewhere on her, within respectability of course, but made do with standing as close to her as he could. “And when I wasn’t consumed with missing you, I missed them, too.”

That actually touched her deeply. She was often pretty sure that he didn’t like her parents, especially her mom. But hearing him say he missed them made her feel warm and light, and more in love with him than ever.

They reached the raised stage and stepped up, waiting patiently for a break in the conversation before she handed her dad the goblet in your hand.

"Hi!" she bubbled. "Are you enjoying the party?"

"I don’t suppose it could have turned out better," Henry smiled up at her. "Though I suppose I should dance with my wife and my daughter at some point," he added with a wink.

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gottagetmeoneofthese:

runningracingdancingchasing:

"Juice, I think. It’s non-presumptive, but looks pretty if we put it in the fancy glasses." She looked their way again as she reached for a crystal goblet. "Do they look happy to you? They’ve seemed happy to me, lately."

He tilted his head as he appraised the royal couple. “Yeah, they do. Were they not happy before?” He prepared his own glass, quickly washed down the bitter taste of beans, and poured himself another before grabbing another goblet to fill with more juice.

"While you were gone," she said softly. "And it wasn’t just because I was acting like a basket case. Because I wasn’t that bad at first, and I mostly kept it to myself for the longest time. I mean, I was distracted thinking about you all the time, but… well, I kept busy. It wasn’t until you didn’t come home on time that I… lost it."

She poured the goblet full and the two of them started heading towards the thrones. “I keep telling you, they missed you, too.”

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whosbad---sinbad said:

"Hey, there blondie. Got anything worth my time?"

whosbad—-sinbad:

runningracingdancingchasing:

runningracingdancingchasing:

Rapunzel found herself at the docks, mass amount of hair in a heavy thick braid behind her. She looked up when she was addressed, a slightly confused expression flitting across her face.

"Well," she considered, "that all depends on what you consider worth your time. Do you like painting?"

She blinked a few times, curious. Not behave themselves? In what way? She wasn’t sure. “I may… need to see all their teeth, first,” she informed him with some trepidation. “Do you have a frying pan on board?”

They approached the sun-sailed ship, bobbing gently at the dock, and her own excitement grew. She’d always wanted to know how to sail! “Have you seen mermaids?” she asked. “Or sea serpents? How about giant squid? Are any of those things real?”

Sinbad, raised an eyebrow, curious about her tooth request, but shrugged. He’d see weirder. “I’ll have the men line up.”

He laughed when she mentioned the frying pan. “It’s all yours, Blondie. Cook’s got plenty.”

At the mention of mermaids he shuddered. “No. But this one time there were sirens.—image

—they were awful. Tried to drown me—twice! And then there was this kraken sent my the Goddess of Chaos to kidnap me so she could send me sailing over the edge of the earth, but that was a one-time thing.” He assured her, holding our his hand to steady her as they boarded the ship.

"What’s a siren?" she asked in hushed awe as she made her way up the gang plank. "What a horrible thing to do, trying to drown people! Why would they do that?"

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gottagetmeoneofthese:

runningracingdancingchasing:

"Me too," she smiled, taking his hand and lacing their fingers together. "It’s nice not being the center of attention. Nice that no one bothered us while we were there."

He laced their fingers together and guided her toward the drink table. “Well, you were the center of attention. For me, at least.” He grinned. “So, what drinks should we bring them? Wine? Juice? Water?”

"Juice, I think. It’s non-presumptive, but looks pretty if we put it in the fancy glasses." She looked their way again as she reached for a crystal goblet. "Do they look happy to you? They’ve seemed happy to me, lately."

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gottagetmeoneofthese:

runningracingdancingchasing:

She grinned brightly at his sweetness and transparency. “Absolutely! Let’s bring them something to drink, too. You know, it just occurred to me that we could have sat up there with them and had dinner brought to us. But I think I like it better this way. There’ll be enough throne sitting all around when I’m in charge.” Thank the Sun, that was a long way away.

He grinned as he stood, holding his hand out to her. “True. And I do like the alone time we had.”

"Me too," she smiled, taking his hand and lacing their fingers together. "It’s nice not being the center of attention. Nice that no one bothered us while we were there."

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gottagetmeoneofthese:

runningracingdancingchasing:

"I guess I’ll ask someone who knows," she smiled. "Like Mom. She’d like that, huh?" She looked at her parents again and smiled warmly. "Do you want to talk to them about the orphans with me, or would you rather I do it by myself. I can go ask while you finish up."

He nodded. “I do believe she would.”

He rose an eyebrow at her before looking down at his place. All that were left were the few bites of vegetables he really didn’t care for. The after taste was quite…icky.

"Nope, I’m done. Can we detour toward the drink table first? I’m, ah, parched. Yes. It has nothing to do with the taste of the more…ickier vegetables."

Then he looked at the dessert table. “And the pie table on the way back.”

She grinned brightly at his sweetness and transparency. “Absolutely! Let’s bring them something to drink, too. You know, it just occurred to me that we could have sat up there with them and had dinner brought to us. But I think I like it better this way. There’ll be enough throne sitting all around when I’m in charge.” Thank the Sun, that was a long way away.

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whosbad---sinbad said:

"Hey, there blondie. Got anything worth my time?"

whosbad—-sinbad:

runningracingdancingchasing:

runningracingdancingchasing:

Rapunzel found herself at the docks, mass amount of hair in a heavy thick braid behind her. She looked up when she was addressed, a slightly confused expression flitting across her face.

"Well," she considered, "that all depends on what you consider worth your time. Do you like painting?"

There was an amazing lot she was suited to do, but she was eager to learn more!

She snorted at his question. There was no way he could possibly know, but it was amusing to her nonetheless. “Nope! Not hardly,” she informed him. “Pretty much the opposite, in fact.”

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"Excellent," Sinbad said, grinning as he guided them to avoid some drunken sailors. "I’ll let you climb the mast and the rigging with Rat. And I’ll teach you how to free the sheets."

He was getting excited now. 

"Oh, and don’t worry, Blondie. We’ve had women onboard before. My sailors will behave themselves."

Growing serious he looked at her, “And you tell me if they don’t.”

She blinked a few times, curious. Not behave themselves? In what way? She wasn’t sure. “I may… need to see all their teeth, first,” she informed him with some trepidation. “Do you have a frying pan on board?”

They approached the sun-sailed ship, bobbing gently at the dock, and her own excitement grew. She’d always wanted to know how to sail! “Have you seen mermaids?” she asked. “Or sea serpents? How about giant squid? Are any of those things real?”

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artarray:

Tangled In Our Stars

Crossover of Tangled & the Fault in our Stars made for a contest over on instagram.


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imawkward-youregorgeous:

and they lived happily ever after

Yes, we did. :3