#eugene's goatee

[roughridingrednecks]

Eugene in California

#eugene #CA #tatted up #gray beard #old guy #open shirt #redneck #face tats #tats #goatee

[youreputtingrootsinmydreamland]

*hears the buzzing of shaver in the bathroom, gets up from my desk and runs in*

“Honey! You’re —“

“Shaving…?”

“It won’t grow back in before the wedding?” *hops up onto counter, because there’s just something about watching your partner shave*

“Nope, it’ll be fine for a few days. Should I trim more off the bottom? Or…” Evil grinning ensues as he waves around the shaver, already knowing exactly how I feel about it. “What would you do if I shaved OFF the goatee?”

“Oh, my GOD, don’t you DARE —“ Keep in mind, haven’t seen this man without some form of goatee/facial hair since we were…hmm…definitely way back in mid-high school. It just compliments his face so well, okay?!

“Don’t worry, I would never get rid of it.” Proceeds to lower shaver, much to my relief. “Especially not for our wedding. I protect the goatee at all costs.”

Eugene Fitzherbert, I just know you’d be proud.

#honey #me & him #wedding things #the goatee #lol is that a tag now? #he genuinely is my own personal Eugene I swear

[starsanddice]

This is my favorite type of bitch ❤

#jjba #guido mista #castlevania #trevor belmont #tangled #flynn rider #eugene fitzherbert #MISTA WITH A GOATEE IDC #i find these man more attractive then anyone ive ever or am curently dating #like ridiculously hot

[celtic-crossbow]

I’d Break the Back of Love for You

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Setting: Commonwealth (No France)

Warnings: Oral (f receiving), sexual situations

Summary: You have some serious appreciation for Daryl’s shoulders.

A/N: As you should, reader. As you should.

gif by @daryl-dixon-daydreams

“How long will you be gone?” You asked before popping a strawberry into your mouth. Daryl had brought them home upon his return only two days prior. You didn’t ask where he found them and he didn’t offer, but he wasn't banged up so he likely didn’t risk life and limb for them. Well, anymore than he always did by going outside the safety of the Commonwealth. 

He was already gathering supplies to head out again after a broadcast that Eugene had picked up on the radio. There wasn’t much to it. Just a couple of scrambled words and a lot of static. Not enough, in your opinion, for Daryl to run out and risk himself. 

The archer gave you a quick look, a corner of his mouth tugging upward when he noticed the plate of strawberries by your hip. “Few days maybe.” He answered, wrapping some bread and grabbing a couple of refilled bottles of water. He placed the items next to his shirt, on the counter you were currently calling a seat. 

When he scratched at his chin, your eyes followed his movements but lingered once he had dropped his hand and moved on with packing. His goatee was more of a starter beard these days, no time for trimming. It didn’t bother you. The salt-n-pepper hair felt good when scratching against the right patches of skin. 

There were so many things about your archer that you could admire in that regard all day if you ever had the chance. 

The obvious one being his cock. You couldn’t say it was the biggest you’d ever seen but it was definitely to be admired. The first time, back on the Greene farm, he’d pushed into you and you’d nearly came from the stretch alone. It wasn’t just about size though. The man knew how to use it to make you come apart over and over. It always made you want to giggle when you would think back to how socially stunted he had been one day and then the next, he was fucking you stupid over Hershel’s porch railing. 

His hair was so long now, the waves taking off a few inches. It was well onto his back when wet. You could still remember when it was barely over his eyes. You had loved it then too. But now, when you would bathe together, you’d have him sit in front of you so you could wash it for him. You’d always end up playing with it; braiding it or carding your fingers through it. However, the best thing was how it clung to his face and neck when he was sweaty after a thorough fucking. You’d push it off of his face, letting your fingers catch on the tangles as you kissed him. 

His hands were so much bigger than yours. On the few lazy mornings you were granted, when Carol would get the kids to school for you, you’d just lie there and hold your hands together. With your palm flat against his, he could bend his fingers over the tops of your own. It was easy to imagine his thick fingers inside of you. He had sent you tumbling into oblivion plenty of times with only one curling within your walls. Those hands didn’t just hold weapons; they worked magic, too. 

But it was the man’s shoulders that did you in. All that lean muscle that contracted and moved as he lifted and tugged at things to pack. You’d never admit it, but the nights alone in his absence, it was the thought of your legs over those broad shoulders and his face buried in your cunt that brought you to completion over and over. 

You really needed to hide any of his shirts that weren’t tank tops. 

Who would’ve thought that out of any part of that man, the one that would make you almost instantly wet was his “shoulders—”

“What?” 

You shook your head and looked around a bit wildly until you found his gaze and locked on. “Hmm?” 

“What ‘bout my shoulders?” He asked as you lifted another strawberry toward your lips. His question had you fumbling the fruit, catching it at the last second before it could fall to the floor. 

You laughed nervously. “Shoulders? What? I didn’t say—” you stuffed the entire berry into your mouth to stop your embarrassing rambling. Hopefully, he’d just let it go and keep packing. 

That hope went careening out the window when he looked down at his right shoulder and then back at you, a smirk on his face and a twinkle in his eye. 

“Nah, ya definitely said somethin’ ‘bout shoulders.” He sat the canteen he had been about to fill next to the sink and started walking toward you. “Still got my hearin’, Sunshine.”

You felt heat pooling in your cheeks and…other places when he leaned into your space, a hand braced on either side of your hips. The strawberry was swallowed down with an audible gulp. 

“I, uh, like your shoulders.” You whispered. Daryl laughed in the form of an exhale and leaned in closer, his lips coming to press against the side of your neck. Maintaining any sort of control was almost futile. “Daryl, you need to get packed.” You attempted to sway him but he simply hummed against your flesh. 

“Whatcha thinkin’, pretty girl?”

You groaned but leaned back your head to grant him more access. “A lot of things that are gonna make you late.” He didn’t respond to that. Not verbally. He grabbed your hips and pulled your body to the edge of the countertop, your groin coming into contact with the evidence of his own arousal. 

“You’re right.” He rasped against your collarbone. With one roll of his hips, you both gasped from the friction. “I guess I should be gettin’ on with packin’.” He rolled his hips again, growling against your jaw. “D’rather have those legs’a yours over these shoulders.”

You whimpered and squirmed against him, mewling when the rough fabric of his jeans grazed against your sensitive core through your thin sleep shorts and panties. That voice of his always made you putty in his hands. “I—please, Daryl.” 

“M’gonna give ya whatcha need, Sunshine.” He leaned back and tapped both of your biceps. “Up.” Your arms were immediately raised and your shirt pulled over and off. The cold air against your nipples had them hardening before Daryl could even touch you. 

Your small hands found his shoulders, gripping tight while he worshiped your breasts with mouth and hands. The skin of his palms was rough and calloused but that alone brought you so much pleasure. He cupped your left breast, kneading the soft mound and pinching your nipple while circling his tongue over its twin. You had never been so sensitive to a man’s touch in your life, but Daryl could play your body like an instrument. 

He pulled off of your breast with a wet pop and searched out your lips, his tongue pressing through to tangle with your own. 

“Lay back.” He ordered against your mouth. You did as you were told, only slightly embarrassed by how you knew your wetness was showing through your shorts. Of course, that was the first thing he noticed when he took a step back. “So wet for me an’ I’ve barely touched ya.” His thumb pressed into your clothed opening and trekked upward, earning a few panted moans and a raise of your hips. 

He continued past your pussy until he reached the waistband and turned his hand to dip his fingers underneath it. Joined by his other, he pulled your shorts and panties off in slow movements, letting them fall onto the floor. 

His large hands pressed into your inner thighs to open you up so wide that it bordered painful. All you could do was bite your lip and watch him. His tongue creeped across his bottom lip, and you shivered. 

“Prettiest pussy there ever was.” He commented absently, releasing one of your legs so he could slide his index finger up and down your slick lips. He was rewarded with a needy whine and the sight of you clenching around nothing. With a smirk, he moved his finger straight to his mouth, not pushing it past his lips until you opened your eyes. “Sweet lil’ thing too.”

“Daryl.” You whined. You both knew you weren’t above begging. It was only a matter of whether or not he wanted to hear it this time. 

“I gotcha, Sunshine. Gonna make ya feel real good, okay?”

You had zero doubt about that. 

“Sit up for me.” 

You planted your palms on the counter and came up to meet him, wrapping your hand around the back of his neck to drag him in for a kiss. He chuckled, a sound you adored, and pulled away from you to sink to one knee. A sweet kiss was pressed into your left thigh and then he was looking up at you. Oh, you were burning that sight into your memory for later. He placed his hands beneath your knees and stilled, smirking. 

“You’re gonna need to hold on, pretty thing.”

You gave him a quizzical look but then he pulled you forward, his face diving into your waiting cunt as his hands quickly moved to your ass. You had just enough time to twist your fingers in his hair before he was rising from the floor. 

“Oh, fuck.” You yelped, not just at the sensation of his tongue breaching your opening, but also at being six feet off the ground. How the man knew where to walk was anyone’s guess but his steps were sure. Your back pressed against the wall beside the refrigerator, giving him a little leverage to really work at your pussy in earnest. 

The initial shock had worn off, now replaced by the sensations his mouth was causing and the absolute thrill of legitimately being perched on those fucking shoulders while he devoured you like a man starved. 

“Fuck, that feels good.” You praised, fisting one hand in his hair while the other came up to palm the wall beside your head. He knew exactly what he was doing in every sense at that moment. You could feel the tense muscle below your thighs. His tongue delving deep inside your fluttering walls. His nose rubbing against your rapidly swelling clit. His beard scraping your overheated flesh. 

A new wave of arousal seeped out of you and he groaned, happily lapping it up with sounds that definitely did not belong in a kitchen. The cord inside you was heating up, coiling tighter and tighter in your belly, an absolutely delicious feeling of both tension and ecstasy building and yearning just below the skin. 

When he slid his tongue up through your wetness to flick at your clit, you almost couldn’t stand it; desperate to cum and hear him cooing praises after he drank every drop, but also wanting to savor the delectable journey toward an inevitable mind blowing orgasm that would likely leave you unable to speak anything but his name. 

“Fuck, oh, right there!” You slapped your palm once against the wall with a long, wanton moan. You wanted to grind against his face, aid in coaxing your high out of you, but he seemed to know exactly what you were thinking. His grip on your ass tightened and he pressed face even closer to you, lips encircling your bundle of nerves to suck at it while his tongue worked it from inside his mouth. “Goddamn, Daryl! Fuck!”

He went back to kitten licks, tilting his head down so his nose continued to press at your pulsing nub while he slurped up any new arousal that had dripped out of your entrance.

He was killing you. And you loved it. 

Daryl Dixon may have been called many things in his life, but absolute destroyer of pussy needed to be added to that list. When he wasn’t sucking your ability to think right out of your clit, maybe you could remember to call him that in front of one of your friends. 

“Fuck.” You felt like you could almost cry, your orgasm not just creeping closer but sprinting. “Daryl, I’m—I’m gonna cum.” He gave your ass a hard squeeze, his way of demanding you let go. 

It was gradual, a pins and needles sensation that started from where his lips pulled tightly on your clit and spread out through your limbs, causing them to begin trembling. Then it was all at once, a wave of pleasure hit you so hard that you jerked and the back of your head hit the wall while your hands pulled roughly on his hair. There were a few moments unaccounted for, your vision overtaken by darkness and stars and the distant sounds of your own screams of his name. 

When you came back to yourself, your arms were dangling uselessly. You were panting while your body spasmed through the last pulses of your high. And Daryl was eagerly lapping up every drop. 

Once you were completely spent, you felt one of his large hands slid up to brace the small of your back while the other lifted one of your legs from his shoulder. He switched, gripping just above your hip on that side to keep you from falling while he moved your other leg. Then you were sliding down until he stopped you just in front of his face, his lips readily pressing against yours. 

You could taste yourself on his tongue, feel your own wetness smearing across your face from where it had gathered on his beard. The kiss itself was sweet and lazy and loving, whispered praises between each press of his lips. Your feet slowly touched the floor and his hands came up to cradle your face. 

You wanted to melt against him and beg him not to leave you. To clean you up and take you to bed so you could surprise you both by climbing above him and riding him until he filled you over and over. That fantasy had you reaching to cup him through his pants, feeling the straining hardness for only a moment before he gently grabbed your wrist. 

“Let’s take a bath an’ getcha cleaned up an’ ready for bed.”

You pulled back, frowning in confusion. “Don’t you have to leave?” You felt your heart spin when he gave you the sweetest smile; the one he gave to only you. 

“Nah, need to be here.” He tucked your hair behind your ear, one side and then the other, before gently cupping your chin and kissing you. “They can send someone else.”

“You mean it?” You asked, eyes sparkling with more hope than you meant to reveal. 

“Nah, lemme go an’ finish packin’.” He started to turn away but you caught one of those beautiful shoulders to easily spin him back to you. He deflected your attempt to smack him by ducking and hoisting you up over the very same shoulder you had grabbed. “You’re stuck with me.” 

“Oh, woe is me!” You laughed, kicking your legs to get out of his hold. You didn’t even remember you were still naked until he gave your ass a gentle smack as he walked up the stairs. Once at the top, you wiggled forward so you could reach and slap his ass one good time. “Hey, if that’s what happens when I say your shoulders are sexy, what would you do if I said you have a nice ass?” 

He barked out a laugh that you didn’t hear often enough and used the heel of his boot to kick the door closed. 

#murda writes #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction #the walking dead #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon fanfic #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon smut #daryl smut #daryl dixon the walking dead #twd daryl #the walking dead daryl dixon #the walking dead daryl #daryl #daryl dixon twd #daryl dixon x female reader #daryl x y/n #daryl x female reader #daryl fanfiction #daryl imagines #daryl drabbles #daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon drabbles #twd daryl dixon #daryl twd #daryl x you #daryl x reader #Spotify

[akystaracer22]

Here’s the link to it

But anyway I am so fucking obsessed with this redesign of Lucifer it’s not even funny. As someone who had a small crush of Eugene Fitzherbert as a kid Lucifer’s mullet and goatee is making me feel all sorts of ways.

Like- he actually looks older here??? And holy shit his shoulder pads and his shoes and pants- and his cravat?!!!

His fucking cane is going to be the death of me.

Genuinely I love Chol’s redesigns they’re so fun. But this one in particular I am so taken by it’s not even funny, Chol seriously made me consider redrawing my comic WIP with this holy shit. I’m not going to but still.

Lilith fucked up big time by letting this one go oml. I’m asexual not aromantic and it is SHOWING.

#hazbin hotel #lucifer hazbin hotel #lucifer #hazbin lucifer #cholv0q #Chol’s redesigns #holy shit #i’m in love with him

[master-of-stupidity]

Fuck it gonna put all my Tangled rants into a single thread that I'll just continue on if needed-

Oldest to newest btww (also spoilers most of these r about Eugene btw ik ik I'm a lil autistic spare me 💀)

That one part of Bruno is Orange but Eugene coded-

"Did you hear about that Father

Sent his own infant son away

And said "It's to *dangerous* for

you to stay so, I had to *save* you" "

I may be cringe but I am FREE

Yo omg ok so my brother is singin a Into the Woods song while I look at Tangled stuff n it made me remember a scene from the play where Gothel yells at the Prince "Rapunzel can think for herself!" n like- dude Cass said the same thing in Cassandra's Revenge to Eugene! Ooo girlll-

The way I would kill so many ppl if it meant getting a series about Lance n Eugene as kids like broooo imagineee-

Its crazy how like I'll be enjoying my day than suddenly I'll see a post of a mf going "Hey what if Eugene thought he was a yr younger cuz he was like a rlly scrawny kid?" Yeah ok sure n what if I hit u with a *metal pole*

My tangled ocs r so random its hilarious- like it goes from a bodyguard,a greedy businessman,a ringleader,n than that one serial killer who turns ppl into meat pies like how did we get here???? 😭🙏

I just remembered like just a few days ago my brother randomly said "vase" while playing Fortnite n my ass just said "vAHse" just to fck w/ him n like that kinda reminded me of that one scene of Eugene n Cass like damn they were sibling coded frrr lmao I miss em

Wdym there was a scrapped Eugene n Lance childhood episode??🧍And WDYM it's literally everything I ever wished for and more???????? 😃

Would love to see Eugene n Martin Kratt interact solely to see Martin be appalled n slowly lose his mind over how Eugene knows jackshit about animals 💀🙏

I think the Eugene genderbends look so weird to me because none of them kept the infamous goatee like cmon man don't be a coward give that girl some facial hair 🗣🗣

I should not be relating Heather's music to scenes from Tangled the Series yet here we r 😭

Omggg thinking about how Eugene proposing to Rapunzel in tts came from his abandonment issues n him literally not being able to see a life without Rapunzel omgg shut upppp leave me ALONEEE

Literally despise with every fiber of my being how the writers of the shitty Wreck it Ralph 2 movie had fcking RAPUNZEL of all ppl say "Do ppl assume all ur problems were solved just because a big strong man showed up?" They fcking HATEE the movie Tangled *so much* bro istggg

OMFG THE VOICE OF KING FREDRIC FROM TANGLED IS MR. FCKING KRABS WHAT?????

The way I wanna be bold n talk more about the "Over the Corona Walls" ep- esp about Staylan n Eugene n all the icky implications of that but I'm also so scared too cuz I fear ppl won't take me seriously or think I'm overanalyzing too much 😭🙏

Lowkey not over the fact Eugene was willing to trap himself back in an abusive relationship, "leaving" the one person he HAS died for n would die for again, all to save his best friend like bro don't TALK TO MEEEE

As u can tell I am totally normal n not at all ill about Eugene or this show 😁

#martin kratt #wild kratts #tangled the series #tangled series #tangled #tangled oc #tts eugene #tts oc #tts cassandra #tts rapunzel #tts lance #tts edmund #new dream #tts #into the woods #heathers #im so normal #so so normal #eugene fitzherbert #lance strongbow

[nerdasaurus1200]

Eugene: Oh don’t tell me you’re drooling over that chump.

Rapunzel: What? He’s nice to look at, you know? With the mustache and all.

Eugene: What’s wrong with goatees?

Rapunzel: Nothing!

Eugene: I thought you liked my goatee

#tts #rta #tangled #tangled the series #rapunzel's tangled adventure #incorrect quotes #source: cars 2 #rapunzel #eugene fitzherbert #new dream

[angelic-arabella]

dude I just realized that in tangled the series in season 2 how Varian had that fake goatee thing is probably because of Eugene. Someone probably made this connection before but still

#varian tts #varian the alchemist #varian #tangled varian #varian tangled #jeremy jordan

[fluff-a-nutter]

Tickled Pink

((Ler Eugene & Lee Varian))

“VARIAN YOU ARE SO DONE FOR WHEN I GET YOU!!”

Eugene Fitzerbert stormed through the halls of the castle doing his best to ignore the weird looks and muffled snickers directed at him. Why was he the laughing stock of the palace, you might ask? Well, a certain streaky haired alchemist had taken a prank war too far and added bright pink dye to Eugene’s shampoo. The result was hair that was going to match the color of Varian’s face once he was through with the boy.

Throwing open the doors to the lab, the ex thief stormed in. Varian seemed eerily calm. That was until he saw the color in his mentor’s hair. Choking on giggles, the alchemist grinned as innocently as he could at Eugene.

“Hey, Eugene. Bad hair day?”

Eugene narrowed his eyes at the boy.

“You did this, did you not?”

Varian smirked.

“Yeah, and what are you going to do about it?”

If it had been anyone else, Varian might have thought to be a little more worried, but this was Eugene. They messed with each other all the time. Surely his friend/older brother figure wasn’t too upset. At least, that was what he thought until he saw a familiar, evil gleam in the ex con’s face. That did make him nervous, but at the same time, a giddy, excited thrill jolted through his nervous system.

“Oh, I know exactly what I’m going to do to you, Hairstripe.” Varian let out a nervous giggle.

“O-oh yeah? What?” Eugene smirked at Varian.

“Well, Goggles, I couldn’t be more happy to tell you, in fact I’m just TICKLED pink!” With those final words Eugene pounced pinning Varian down.

“Wahaihaihait! ‘Gene pleaheaheahease! Can’t we talk about this?” Varian pleaded, already giggling up a storm. Eugene shook his head.

“Sorry, kid. It’s too late for that.”

That was the last thing Varian heard before his own laughter. Eugene didn’t waste any time going for the kill, immediately clawing both his hands and vibrating into his tummy.

“OHOHOHOHOHO GOHOHOHODS! ITS SOHOHOHO BAHAHAD!” Varian cackled, kicking his legs frantically trying to gain purchase and escape.

Eugene chuckled,

“Is it? Does it tickle real bad?” Varian felt his face heat up at the sound of that evil word!

“NOHOHOHOHO!! NOHOHOT THAHAHAT WOHOHORD!”

“What word exactly? Tickle? Am I tickling you, Goggles? Am I tickling you real good?” Varian simply responded with a squeal. Eugene chuckled to himself and stopped tickling Varian.

“Thahahat wahahas cruel, Eugene.” Eugene smirked.

“Oho no. I’m not done with you yet.”

Varian was about to ask what exactly Eugene meant before he felt his vest and shirt being rolled up, followed by a loud inhale.

“No! Nonononono! Pleahease! Nohot that ‘Gene! Ahahanything but that!” The alchemist pleaded, but it was futile. Eugene flashed him a grin.

“3…..”

“Nononono!”

“2……”

“Please, Eugene! I’m sorry about your hair!”

“1……”

“Ihihll make a reversal serum! I swear I will!”

“PFFFBBBTHT!!”

Varian tossed his head back and screeched with laughter as Eugene blew raspberry after raspberry on his tummy and belly button.

“GAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAHSHAHAHAP! I CAHAHAHAN’T STAHAHAND IHIHIHIT!”

Eugene simply grinned and blew more raspberries of varying size and volume, while Varian pounded on his head and shoulders to get him off.

“NOHOHOHOHO MOHORE! PLEAHEAHEHEHEASE!”

The raspberries were bad enough alone, but Eugene was also using his goatee to his advantage, using the scruffy facial hair to add to the tickly sensations, all while spidering his fingers up and down the alchemists sides. And it really tickled! Poor Varian was certain this was his doom.

“Do you promise- PPPBTHT- to make- PPPBTHTH- the serum- PPPBTHT- and change my hair back to normal? PPPBTHT!” Eugene asked blowing raspberries in between every few words to keep Varian shrieking and squirming.

“GYAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YEHEHEHEHEHEHES! YEHEHEHES! JUHUST STAHAHAHAP! IHIHIHIHI CAHAHAN’T BREHEHEHEHATHE!”

Eugene narrowed his eyes playfully and blew one last extra tickly raspberry right on Varian’s navel, making the boy arch his back with a deafening shriek before falling into silent hysterics.

“Alright, deals a deal, Goggles.” The ex thief said, stopping his attack so the boy could breathe.

Varian didn’t respond. Instead he yanked his shirt and vest back down quickly and hugged himself around the middle, letting out a stream of hiccupy giggles.

“Deaheaheal. I’hihill work on it.”

“Good. And if this happens again, well,” Eugene reached over and scribbled gently on Varian’s stomach eliciting a peal of cute giggles.

“Okahahahay! Noted.”

Not even an hour later, Eugene’s hair was back to its normal shade of brown. His skin however-

“DAMNIT VARIAN!! WHY ARE MY HANDS FRICKEN’ BLUE?!”

Let’s just say it didn’t take long for Eugene to have the alchemist sprawled out and shrieking with laughter again.

#lee!varian #ler!eugene #tickle fluff #tangled tickles #sfw tickle community #varian tickles #not a ship

[tangledbea]

That post you made about all the criminals made me realize that the baron had a beard in the s2 premiere, but when he appears again in season 3, he just has a mustache. He was disfigured due to the spider bite, and some of his green necrotic? flesh is on his face, where his beard was. Did the spider bite cause his beard to fall out? Since I doubt he'd have the resources to shave since he fell from grace

The funny thing is, when I made the original post yesterday, I had a migraine and I wasn't paying too close of attention to a lot of it. I found a few spelling errors today, and realized I'd left the Daylight Thieves out of it...

... but I also realized the same thing you did! That the Baron's beard is gone in S3! I'd always realized that his hair had gotten long and scraggly, and that his once-fine coat is now literally coming apart at the seams. But the lack of beard, I'd never noticed until this morning!

Anyway, to answer your question: yes! I believe the necrotic (green) flesh caused the hair on his chin to fall out. It wouldn't surprise me if he was also missing clumps of scalp hair (and the rest was hiding it). That dude is seriously medically messed up, and I presume Rapunzel's going to get him medical attention in prison (because I presume Rapunzel wouldn't let any of the prisoners stay ill without doing anything).

But to be fair, if Eugene had the resources to keep his goatee trim and neat, the Baron has the resources to shave. All you really need is a sharp edge. It won't be the smoothest job, necessarily, but it's the only requirement for shaving.

#Tangled #Tangled the Series #The Baron #TTS #Headcanons #Answered

[flynniganrider]

here's my ranking of some of the playline eugene dolls because the lack of top tier eugene dolls is so sick and twisted...

#1: disney store 2020

i really like this face mold and screening! the best eugene doll the bar is in hell. there's still something missing but i'm not going to be fussy. though they're significantly better than some, i'm not sure if i'm enjoying the clothes 100%. i like the pattern they used for his doublet to make it movie accurate, but i believe they could've gotten different fabrics for it and the belt. though we should thank god day and night that the details aren't printed on a paper like fabric. this is five stars for modern doll standards... there should be a classic doll like him. a shame that we've never seen this doll again... he gets a reluctant 10/10 from me.

#2: mattel (old)

hate hate hate hateee that face mold + screening, fucking nasty. though he looks like he's gonna scam the fuck out of you so accurate for flynn rider i guess. why is he so high then if you hate him so fucking much you might ask. it's the clothes and his accessories. i really like that his doublet is movie accurate and (fake) leather. his belt is very detailed!! so is his satchel. like the boots, though it's kinda hard to fuck up the boots so not giving him any points for his boots. my only gripe is that his pants' aren't very great. should've been velcro or snaps instead of that elastic.. he's destined to give justin biebs circa 2010 but it's ok. can be fixed if you have trust in your sewing. also don't like that he has elastic hips.. he has GOLDEN ELASTICS tho. monster high ghouls.. eat your hearts out. 8/10. solely for how much i like his doublet and belt.

#3: older disney store variants

that hair naurrrr they didn't even bother with like carving some details. they couldn't get my man's visage right. his goatee is evil. the mold itself is fine, it's just the screening i don't like. clothes are mid :/ i don't hate them but i don't particularly like them. i definitely know at least 3 men that look like these dolls. not great but serviceable. 7/10.

4: mattel (new)

THEEEE QUALITY DROP! CLAP FOR THE QUALITY DROP! the printed on details?? the painted on pants????? with a bad face mold & screening combo? JAILLLLLLLLLLLLL!! i like the hair, the belt with the pouch and the boots though. old mattel slays hard and this one def can't hold a candle to him... but i prefer this color palette i guess.. he looks marginally cuter than his stock image irl tho. 5.5/10

#5: simba toys

he's just a little boyyyy !! wandering around the cityyyyy :3 his proportions are... interesting. but he's cute enough so he can get away with it. his clothes are ok. at least it's not printed on details. i only want this doll because i want to display him with my simba toys rapunzel. she looks so fucked up (affectionate) i love her. this eugene gets a 5/10. though he's also a 10 if you get it you get it sorryyyyy

#6: disney collection/disney store tangled the series

he is show accurate, no doubt. but the show's art style doesn't always work for eugene and in the doll form.. he's just not it 💔 i like the clothes tho. he looks like a parrot (affectionate). i also have personal history with this doll. this set with rapunzel is my bleeding wound. 3/10!

#7: hasbro tangled the series

not enough words in the english language to describe my hatred for him -100/10... boooooo!!!! tomato tomato tomato

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[roughridingrednecks]

Eugene in California

#CA #eugene #white trash #bald #inmate #prison #fuck you #redneck #tats #goatee

[the-writer1988]

For Day 3: Fitzbabies

Summary: The new born twins of Eugene Fitzherbert and Rapunzel make it known exactly how they feel about facial hair.

@autumn-sundrop, @seadrreams

#new dream appreciation week

[submissivegayfrenchboy]

Which Disney Prince would rather have as your Prince?

A) Prince Naveen (Princess and the Frog)

B) Flynn Ryder (Tangled)

Would they be loving or dominant?

01 / 03 / 2023

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ASK ANSWERED

Hey thanks for your question about Disney 😊

Even though I have written a story where Prince Naveen of Maldonia humiliates his servant Lawrence, what I thought erotic about him was to portray him as an arrogant Prince who was used to have all he wants.

If I wanted to be dominanted by Naveen, I would have liked to live what happened in my story, to be humiliated by this superior man, and to be like Lawrence, a weak white male forced to obey a handsome black future King

Now at the end of THE PRINCESS AND THE FROG (2009), Naveen became someone kinder who appreciate what really matters.

Now my answer is to be loved by Naveen. He doesn't like to work first, but then he learns that the things that means something deserves that you fight to keep them. He seems to have more personality than Flynn.

Flynn Ryder from TANGLED (2010) - but I prefer his real name Eugene Fitzherbert - is as handsome and kind as Prince Naveen, but I have the impression that he is too common. If the characters designers had kept him as how he was supposed to look at first, I would have chosen him.

Your question allows me to say something about Eugene / Flynn. He is sublime. But that is precisely the problem. Most people who love her love her for her beauty. He's tall and muscular, the first Disney animated male hero to wear a goatee since Phoebus in THE HUNCHBACK OF NOTRE-DAME. The problem is that Flynn knows he's handsome: he worries about the drawing of his nose on posters to find him, thinks he can soften Rapunzel by giving her a charming smile...

Of course I found Flynn handsome, and he is. But there is nothing that differentiates him from previous princes. He is a thief (and Aladdin was): certainly Flynn is a bandit, but even when we learn that he has a painful past it does not have enough consequences.

Going back to his physique, the fact that this man is the first one Rapunzel sees gives the impression that he is the ideal male (large (white) muscular male).

So let me tell you about the physique he could have had in the film.

He was first thought to be a fat man of average height (since he would have been the same as Rapunzel). A somewhat exuberant and funny prince.

Nowadays we talk about the fact that Disney puts on minorities, but honestly we don't care if there is a gay or fat secondary character when the main characters are still big muscular dudes! Why didn't you show a pretty young girl wanting and falling in love with a fat, not very tall man? There were already Disney couple with non-fat women with tall muscular white males. In short, the creators were not brave enough to sexualize fat men and show that they can be hot too.

Then Flynn could have been a somewhat bohemian man, with harem pants, long hair styled a bit like a pirate. It could have shown that despite the feminine side of his look (long hair, flowing pants, colorful and floral-patterned outfits, flashy jewelry), he can still be masculine and strong.

For me this look is the best because it has enough originality to stand out from the other Disney heroes, and it was with a sufficiently similar physique not to be too different from them.

Finally, Flynn was almost a very tall guy, a bit silly and paunchy, but nevertheless muscular and protective. This physique was more or less retained for Kristoff in FROZEN.

A rather fat man, a little feminine or too tall: that's what could have made Flynn less ordinary. So my return question would be: what is your favorite version of Flynn Ryder?

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RÉPONSE À UNE QUESTION

Même si j'ai écrit une histoire où le prince Naveen de Maldonia humilie son serviteur Lawrence, ce que je trouvais érotique chez lui, c'était de le dépeindre comme un prince arrogant qui avait l'habitude d'avoir tout ce qu'il voulait.

Si j'avais choisi d'être dominé par lui j'aurais voulu qu'il m'arrive ce qui arrive à Lawrence dans mon histoire, où le gros valet blanc est humilié par le sublime mâle noir arrogant.

Maintenant, à la fin de LA PRINCESSE ET LA GRENOUILLE (2009), Naveen est devenu quelqu'un de plus gentil qui apprécie ce qui compte vraiment.

Maintenant, ma réponse est d'être aimé par Naveen. Il n'aime pas travailler d'abord, mais ensuite il apprend que les choses qui signifient quelque chose méritent que vous vous battiez pour les garder. Il semble avoir plus de personnalité que Flynn.

Flynn Ryder de RAIPONCE (2010) - mais je préfère son vrai nom Eugene Fitzherbert - est aussi beau et gentil que le Prince Naveen, mais j'ai l'impression qu'il est trop commun. Si les créateurs de personnages l'avaient gardé tel qu'il devait être au départ, je l'aurais choisi.

Ta question me permet de dire quelque chose à propos d'Eugène / Flynn. Il est sublime. Mais c'est justement le problème. La plupart des gens qui l'aiment l'aiment pour sa beauté. Il est grand et musclé, le premier héros masculin animé Disney à porter une barbiche depuis Phoebus dans LE BOSSU DE NOTRE-DAME.

Le problème c'est que Flynn sait qu'il est beau : il se préoccupe du dessin de son nez sur des affiches pour le retrouver, croit pouvoif attendrir Raiponce en lui faisant un sourire charmeur... Évidemment que j'ai trouvé Flynn beau, et il l'est. Mais il n'y a rien qui le différencie des princes précédents. Il est un voleur (et Aladdin l'était) : certes Flynn est un bandit, mais même lorsque l'on apprend qu'il a un passé douloureux ça n'a pas assez de conséquences.

Pour en revenir à son physique, le fait que cet homme soit le premier que voit Raiponce donne l'impression qu'il est l'idéal masculin (grand mâle (blanc) musclé).

Laisse moi donc te parler du physique qu'il aurait pû avoir dans le film.

Il a d'abord été pensé comme un homme gros et de taille moyenne (puisqu'il aurait fait la même que celle de Raiponce).

Un prince un peu exubérant et drôle. De nos jours on parle du fait que Disney met des minorités, mais honnêtement on se fiche de savoir qu'il y a un personnage secondaire gay ou gros quand les personnages principaux sont encore des grands mecs musclés ! Pourquoi ne pas avoir montré une jolie jeune fille désirer et tomber amoureuse d'un homme gros pas très grand ? Il y avait déjà des couples avec des mâles blancs grands musclés.

Bref, les créateurs du film ont été lâches.

Ensuite Flynn a failli être un homme un peu bohème, avec des sarouels, des cheveux longs un peu coiffés comme un pirate. Ça aurait pu montrer que malgré le côté féminin de son look (cheveux longs, pantalon flottant, tenues colorés et à motifs fleuris, bijoux voyants), il peut quand même être masculin et fort. Pour moi ce look est le meilleur car il a suffisamment d'originalité pour trancher avec les autres héros Disney, et il était avec un physique suffisamment similaire pour ne pas être trop différent d'eux.

Enfin, Flynn a faillit être un géant gaillard un peu benêt et bedonnant, mais néanmoins musclé et protecteur. Ce physique a été plus ou moins conservé pour Kristoff dans LA REINE DES NEIGES.

Un homme plutôt gros, un peu féminin ou trop grand : voilà ce qui aurait pu rendre Flynn moins quelconque.

Ma question de retour serait donc la suivante : quelle est votre version préférée de Flynn Ryder ?

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[rocksandrobots]

Phantoms of the Past Chapter 30 - The Halloween Hunt - Part 5

Rage burned within Rapunzel like a fire within a hearth. Her hair whipped around her like the glowing flame of a candle and her eyes shone as brightly as lamps. She could barely focus as her anger and magic nearly blinded her, then she spotted the familiar silhouette of the teenage alchemist and it gave her clarity and purpose.

"Varian." She hissed, as her hair fell back down and the light receded from her eyes. Her rage cooled to a smoldering ember but it still burned within her as she marched forward.

She was vaguely aware of the texture of the payment and green grass under her feet and she instinctively knew that she had somehow manifested herself into this world completely by using her magic.

Varian stood there, frowning at her, as he waited for her to come near. He seemed almost annoyed by her continued presence.

His arrogance only fed into her anger.

"You can't do this." She ordered as her green eyes glinted with the power of the sundrop.

Varian's own eyes defiantly reflected that glow right back as he sneered at her. "And what do you plan to do about it, princess?"

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Hiro could no longer stay hidden. He stumbled out of the classroom and into the hallway as he frantically slipped on his tennis shoes.

"What the- Where did you come from?" The man with goatee asked, startled.

"Out of my way!" he ordered and ran ahead.

"Hey aren't you one of Aunt Cass's kids?" the taller man called after him.

Hiro ignored this question. He didn't want to know how these people knew his aunt, and he desperately prayed that she hadn't been caught up in this magical mess.

He ran outside, with the two men hot on his tail, but stopped when he spied the princess and Varian. Something was off...

No else seemed to notice the two of them, just standing there next to the stage.  But Hiro could see both their hair and eyes dimly glimmer as if lit by an inner glow. To someone not paying attention, it may have simply been a trick of the light, but after what Hiro had witnessed in the hallway, he wasn't so sure.

The two men caught up with him as Hiro stood there, unsure of what to do.

"Boy you're fast, for a little guy." Eugene panted.

Hiro didn't acknowledge him.

"Hey, you're Varian's step brother right? Maybe you can help us?" Lance added.

Hiro turned to look at the men with indignation, but his disgust quickly turned to fear at the sight of them. They were completely transparent now, like ghosts.

They, however, seemed unaware of their appearance as the tall man with the earring continued on. "We need his help translating this scroll, see, but he doesn't want to listen to us. Perhaps you can-"

"Keep away from me." Hiro snapped as he quickly backpedaled away.

He needed to find help. He needed to find Tadashi.

He turned and ran back to the building's entrance, where he knew at least someone would be waiting.

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Eugene and Lance watched as the short teenager ran away.

"Well how do you like that?" Eugene huffed. "We ask politely for help and he just takes off running. You'd think Aunt Cass would have taught him better."

"Maybe we spooked him?" Lance suggested. "Uhh... especially considering that we're see-through right now."

He held up his own hand to look right through it.

Eugene blinked in surprise. "Oh no, this is bad. The spell is ending."

"Then how come Rapunzel isn't affected?" Lance asked as he pointed towards the princess and Varian as they held what looked like a staring contest to him.

"Oh who knows?" Eugene sighed. "The sundrop plays by its own rules, it seems like."

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Honey Lemon spotted the two Coronians as she turned the corner from the back of the stage.

"Tadashi look! It's them!"

Her friend was by her side in an instant.

His eyes flashed with recognition when he saw who she was pointing to.

"I knew those guys were trouble." He motioned for Honey Lemon to follow him. "Come on, let's see what they did to Varian."

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"Hey! You two!"

Eugene turned his head to see the young man called Tadashi running towards him, followed by the tall, red haired girl that Varian had been dancing with earlier. They looked upset.

"Whatta we do?" Lance asked.

Eugene thought quickly, "They haven't seen Rapunzel yet. Follow me."

Then he started to run  towards  the people chasing them, with Lance not far behind.                                          

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Tadashi paused, surprised by this development. It looked like the two men would crash into them.

He planted his feet, covering Honey Lemon protectively, and threw up his fists.

He fully expected a fight, only the two men kept on running.

In fact they ran right  through  the two college kids as if they had been ghosts.

Honey Lemon shrieked and Tadashi's eyes went wide.

"Ha! Ha!" The one with a goatee laughed as he called back to them. "Can't catch us!"

Honey Lemon's fear quickly turned to anger.

"What did you do to Varian!" She shouted and ran after them.

Tadashi joined her in the chase.

Ironically they both failed to notice Varian and Rapunzel standing just a ways away, next to the stage.

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"Hey, are you coming on stage? Break is almost over." Carol peered down at Varian and the girl he was talking to from upon the stage.

"Be right there." He said, his eyes never leaving the girls'. "Go ahead and do a warm up. I'll join ya in a minute."

Carol gave the two of them a skeptical look before rolling her eyes and standing back up.  "Put on another song Mole." She shouted back to the thirteen year old DJ. "Varian's too busy flirting to join us."

Varian ignored his friend's sarcasm. He was too busy staring down the impudent princess before him.

"Well, go on." He challenged. "You've just been standing there for a full minute. If you wanna fight then let's get it over with so I can get back to my life."

Rapunzel pouted up at him. "I don't want to fight you, Varian."

"Naturally." He slyly smiled.

"I want you to help us."

"And I told you. If you want my help then you gotta force me to do it, because I don't care."

"How can you not care about people?" her voice shook and she looked like she was on the verge of tears.

Instead of pity however, Varain only felt righteous vindication. "I don't care about  you  , Princess. I don't care about your problems, I don't care about your friends, I don't care about Corona, and  you don't count as people."

He saw her nearly choke on these words, her mouth gaping open like a fish that had been thrown out of the water. It took every ounce of control Varian had not to laugh in her ridiculous face.

"You're so naive." He taunted. "How is it, that after being out of the tower for three whole years you're still so ignorant?"

She pouted again, and her eyes glittered with the sundrop's power, but Varian didn't heed its warning glare. Rapunzel, for all her faults, was not violent like her father, Frederic. She would stand there and take every insult so long as Varuian didn't physically threaten her.

"I had to grow up fast, thanks to you. So allow me to return the favor and teach you the same lesson." He leered over her. Looking down at her was one of the most satisfying things. He was no longer the little kid that she and the rest of the kingdom used to bully. "There's no such thing as a 'noble' cause. Everyone is out for themselves, including you. You talk a 'big talk' about saving people, but we both know that you would drop all of them in a heartbeat the moment it inconvenienced you."

Rapunzel's face crinkled up in confusion. She didn't know how to respond to such an accusation. Varian wouldn't let her.

"Well guess what, Rapunzel? It's my turn to be selfish. No more getting stepped on, no more harassment, no more being ignored... So go ahead, cry, beg, threaten all you want to, but I'm looking out for me this time."

"I don't believe you."

Varian's smug expression faded away as those self assured words broke through his posturing. He gave her an incredulous look.

"I don't believe any of that." She pressed. "And I don't think you believe it either."

Varian frowned. "I can't help it if you won't accept reality, Princess."

Rpunzel lifted her chin up higher. "You claim that you don't care, that you're only looking out for number one, but I know you. You'll always be that little boy from Old Corona who wanted nothing more to help his village... to save his father. You care. You care a lot, and you're going to help because it the right thing to do."

For one, horrifying moment, Varian wanted nothing more than to strangle those words out of her, and wipe her that smug self righteous expression off her face. He gained control over himself at the last minute, and pointed his finger in her face instead of grabbing her throat.

"You, don't, get, to tell me, what I'm going going to do, or not do." He inched closer to her with each word and Rapunzel stumbled back from the onslaught.

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"Baymax!" Hiro cried out with relief when he saw his faithful companion. His was the first friendly face Hiro had found since running away from the Coronians.

"Baymax! Come quick! Varian's in trouble. Th-there's this princess, with glowing hair, an-and these two guys who are see through, and-"

"You are experiencing high levels of stress. I recommend taking deep breaths."

Hiro did inhale deeply, but then shouted out "There's no time for that!" on his exhale. "They're threatening to take Varian away!"

"Who is?"

"Ugh! The Coronians! Quick, use your bio scanner's, find Varian. He was near the stage, last I saw him."

Baymax did as he was told, but after a moment he said, "I can not find Varian. There's too much interference."

"Interference?"

"Large amounts of radiation are obscuring my sensors."

Hiro quickly pulled up a read-out on Baymax's chest. There was indeed a lot of non-ionized radiation. The same cosmic radiation that was to be found in the portals, and in Varian's normal bio-readings. Only rather than the low level GCR that the alchemist normally radiated, this was off the charts and fluctuating.

"Is that… is that why her hair glows?" He asked himself.

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Cassandra was oblivious to the world around her. She couldn't see the sunshine sparkling on the river nearby. She couldn't hear the birds chirping in the trees off in the distance. She couldn't feel the wind as it blew through the gently swaying grass in the meadow that she currently sat.

The only thing Cassandra was aware of was the power coursing through her body.  

It was an exhilarating high. The moonstone fueled her and rejuvenated her better than food or water could have. It both burned and cooled her, numbing the pain in her hand. She could swear that she floated above the world and its petty problems. She was free.

She was barely cognizant of the rocks themselves as they hurried along their path. Her feud with Rapunzel was practically lost in the swirling energy that surrounded her. Nothing mattered but the cosmic transcendence she was on.

She also had forgotten the demon that constantly watched her.

The ghostly girl smiled with satisfaction as Cassandra remained frozen in place, eyes glowing bright blue, as the rocks continued to form around her. Her puppet was doing well, she thought.

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Honey Lemon and Tadashi were still trying to catch up to the two Coronians.

The quartet ran around to the back of the robotics' building, with Eugene and Lance running through obstacles like trees and parked cars, in an attempt to slow them down.

It didn't work.

"How does she run in those things!?" Eugene questioned out loud as the tall girl jumped over the hood of a horseless carriage like she was jumping over a hurdle.

Her platformed, wedge sneakers looked utterly ridiculous to the former thief, but she was clearly comfortable with the seemingly impractical shoes.

"Where's Varian!?" She called after them again, without missing a beat.

"Not with us, clearly!" Lance called back over his shoulder.

"No, but you obviously know where he is!" The young man called Tadashi shouted as he got the jump on them from above. He had gone wide and crawled up to the top of a tree  and then jumped down in front of them.

Lance and Eugene skidded to a stop.

They were cornered.

"Boy, you guys are really overprotective of Varian." Eugene nervously laughed. "We haven't done anything to the little guy, we swear it."

"Then where is he?" Tadashi ordered.

"Back where you left him." Lance said. 'Near the st- oooff"

Eugene elbowed him to keep quiet.

"We know that your from Corona." The girl stated. "You're not dragging him back there."

Eugene rolled his eyes. "For the last time, we are not interested in taking Varian back with us. By all means, keep the terrifying rebel child. We just need his help to translate a scroll."

"What scroll?" Tadashi asked.

Eugene sighed as he gave what felt like the millionth explanation that day. "An ancient historical artifact that we inherited from our home kingdom of Umbra that supposedly holds the secret to stopping the black rocks plaguing our land."

"Black rocks?" Honey Lemon echoed in confusion.

Tadashi however only frowned. "How dangerous are these rocks?"

"Very dangerous." Lance warned. "They've destroyed whole towns, cities... even kingdoms."

Tadashi and Honey Lemon shared questioning looks with each other.

"If that's all you want... then why won't you tell us what you've done with him?" Tadashi pressed.

"We've not done anything to Varian." Eugene insisted.

"Then take us to him."

Eugene hesitated.

The two teens grew impatient as they closed in on them.

Tadashi tried to grab Eugene by the collar but of course his hands only snatched through thin air.

Eugene gave a wicked smile. "I think your friend Wasabi called it, 'holographics'."

Tadashi's scowl would've been enough to strike fear into any man, and Eugene was glad in that moment that he was intangible.

"Tadashi?" The tall woman timidly said. "I think.... we've been tricked."

Tadashi agreed with her.

"You led us away from the stage... why?"

"To buy time." Eugene honestly answered.

Tadashi was going to question the man further, but he and his friend suddenly disappeared.

"Wh-where did they go?" Honey Lemon fearfully asked.

Tadashi thought for a moment, trying to rationalize all the strangeness that they had just witnessed. "He.. he mentioned holograms. They must have ended the transmission."

He pulled out his cell phone while Honey Lemon nervously bit her fingernail.

"Hey, Gogo? Did you and Fred find anything?..... No? Okay, then meet us back at the stage."

He hung up and then they started to head back the way they had come.

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Eugene felt something wet and sticky inside his ear and jolted awake.

He looked over his shoulder to see Pascal whimpering, and that was when he noticed the fire.

His eyes went wide, and he jumped up out of the way as a green flame came near to his foot.

"Eugene!" a voice called down to him.

He looked up to see Catalina, Angry, and Edmund staring down at him from a hole in the roof.

"Hold on son." Edmund shouted. "Feldspar and Xavier went to get some rope."

"And what exactly am I supposed to do in the meantime?" Eugene shouted back. "Play hopscotch with fire!?"

"Uh, Eugene?" Another voice nervously said.

Eugene turned to his right to see Lance hanging from one of the black rocks. His shirt had been pierced at the collar and the man helpless dangled over the flames below.

"Lance! Don't worry. We'll get you down!"

"I'm not sure that I want 'down'." Lance muttered as he tried to kick and swing himself out of the way of the fire.

Eugene backed away towards the wall as the flames crept nearer.

"Wait.. where's Rapunzel?"

Pascal patted his cheek, and upon gaining his attention, pointed his tail at the fiery inferno in front of them.

There, past the flames, was Rapunzel. Her eyes still glowed white and her now free hair floated around her in a blinding glow. Her golden locks mirrored the fire between them and seemed to have a life of their own. But beyond her flowing strands, she sat perfectly motionless, completely unaware of what was happening.

"Rapunzel!" Eugene called out in fright.

He took a deep breath, and then dashed forward, dodging the flames as best as he could. He soon reached his beloved and tried to scoop her up into his arms to carry her away to safety. Only for his hands to slip right through her, as if she was made of air.

He looked in horror at his empty hands. "The spell's reversed itself."

As he realized the implications of this new development, a link of chain fell into his hands.

He looked up to see where it had come from and saw that Xavier and Feldspar had joined his family upon the roof.

"Grab hold. We'll pull you up." Xavier called down.

Eugene debated on what to do. He didn't want to leave Rapunzel's side, but what could he do to help if she was lost in another world?

The rocks made the decision for him, as another spike shot out of the ground between him and his girlfriend.

He clenched the chain tightly as Xavier, Feldspar, and his dad started to pull him up. Pascal clung to his shoulder, shivering in fright.

As the three men hauled him up, the flames grew higher and Lance struggled to keep from getting burnt.

Eugene swung over to him, grabbed him with one arm and helped to yank him off the spike. The back of his collar ripped, and Lance hugged Eugene tightly as the rest of the three men continued to pull them upwards.

They made it to the roof safely, and Edmund was waiting for them both with a big bone-crushing bear-hug.

"We're okay dad." Eugene grunted, before breaking away and keeling down to peer through the hole.

He looked on with dismay as Rapunzel still sat there, surrounded by flames and rocks. She couldn't be hurt by them so long as the spell remained intact, but that meant she was trapped in that other world with Varian.

The thought made Eugene's stomach drop.

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Rapunzel quickly righted herself and stared down the enraged alchemist even as he tried to intimidate her. Varian liked to lord over people in an effort to maintain control, but of the two of them he was the physically weaker one and they both knew it.

"I'm not telling you what to do. I am asking you to help us."

"Then why won't you take 'no' for an answer?"

Rapunzel searched his face looking for reason. "Be-because  the cost will be too great if you refuse.... You know what what will be lost if you don't do anything. Don't you? How many people will lose their homes, their livelihoods, even their loved ones before you're satisfied with hurting me?"

"I'm not the one who is controlling the rocks, Rapunzel! Why aren't you talking to Cassandra? She's the one with moonstone now. She's the one you said needed help."

"I.... I can't." She hung her head and refused to meet Varian's skeptical gaze.

"What do you mean you can't? You had no problem with traveling to entire other dimension just to try and strong arm me into complying with your stupid cursade, and we hate each other's guts. Why wouldn't talking to your best friend be easier?"

Rapunzel's lip quivered and tears started to spill from her eyes. "Cassandra... Cass doesn't want to talk to me anymore than you do. Alright? She's really angry at me right now, and I'm afraid that confronting her will only make matters worse. And unlike you, she could seriously harm a lot of people trying to fight me."

Varian raised an eyebrow at that. "Now, we both know that isn't true."

Rapunzel gulped at the vague threat. "You… you don't really want to hurt anyone here. Especially your friends." She reasoned. "Cassandra doesn't have anyone else to look out for "

Varian shrugged this explanation away. "So why did Cass take the moonstone to begin with?"

"I don't know... to help, maybe? Only she can't control it..."

Varian frowned. "For some reason I'm not buying that. Why is she angry with you?"

"Does it matter?" Rapunzel finally snapped.

Varian's smug smile returned and Rapunzel had a sinking feeling growing in the pit of her stomach.

"Did she finally figure out what a fair-weathered friend you really are?"

"Stop it." She ordered.

"Oh she did...." Varian's grin grew wider ", and she couldn't trust you to actually do the right thing without mucking it up. Like always."

Rapunzel pouted, but she had no come back.

"Why don't you just admit it? This isn't about Corona or saving people. You just need me to clean up your mess."

"This is not my fault." She choked. "You heard Eugene. The rocks have existed longer than I have. I didn't bring them to Corona. I didn't destroy your village. I didn't make the snowstorm happen, and I'm not the one who got your father trapped in amber!"

Varian visibly flinched at that. He looked hurt, but for once Rapunzel was too angry to care.

"As for Cassandra, I told her not to butt in when I was using the decay incantation. I warned her not to take the moonstone. I had a plan, and had everyone just listened to me none of this would have happened!"

Varian gave her a cold hard glare as hot tears kept rolling down Rapunzel's cheeks.

"'Had just everyone listened to you.'" He coldly echoed. "Just like how listening to you, got me dragged out of the castle and thrown out into a deadly blizzard?"

"I-.. I didn't tell them to do tha-"

"But you didn't stop them either. Just like how following your request to keep the rocks secret led to me being made public enemy number one while you got to play little miss 'can-do-no-wrong'? Hey, what about the time you promised to help me steal the flower to save my dad, and you wanted me to just give up and turn myself in instead of going through with it? Had I listened to you then I'd probably be hanging right now from a noose!"

Rapunzel gasped. "I would neve-"

"Never let that happen? Just like you wouldn't let your dad's guards run me out of my home and hunt me down like a dog!? Just like you stopped him from leading a whole army agani-"

"You kidnapped my mom! You threatened her life! You're hardly blameless, you know. And even after all that, I begged my dad to grant you mercy."

" Mercy !?" He spat. "You call rotting away in a dungeon mercy? Do you have any idea what those jail cells are really like? Any idea at all? You spent your life trapped in a tower and yet somehow you can't comprehend how horrible it is to keep other people trapped in even worse conditions?"

"And what do you expect me to do? You know the law. Are we to just let criminals roam free after hurting people?"

"Says the woman who granted pardons to a bunch of murders and thieves just because they befriended her."

"That's different!"

"No it's not. You only care about people when it's convenient for you. You only 'believe in people' when you can get something out of it. Otherwise you're all for Frederic's totalitarian regime."

"Will you stop trying to frame my dad as some sort of dictator? He's only doing what he can to protect the kingdom."

Varian burst out into a cruel laugh. "Rapunzel, wake up! That's precisely what your dad is. Why do you think it was so easy to find allies when taking over the kingdom?"

"You mean the 'allies' that tried to oppress innocent people by sending them to slave away in the mines?" She pressed.

Varian straightened up and met her cold gaze. "How's that any different from Frederic sending poor people to slave away on his private prison island?"

"He doesn't just send random peo-"

"Oh please. All your dad has to do is decide he doesn't like someone and he can frame them for whatever he wants. And there's not many people Frederic likes. Certainly not poor people trying to survive, nor orphans who haven't any real future, let alone anybody who dares question his rule. And you're turning out to be just like him, your highness."

Rapunzel didn't know how to answer. She normally would have considered being compared to her dad a compliment; after all she wanted his approval more than anything and being a strong, but fair ruler, just like him, was all that her father wanted of her. Yet... what if he wasn't as fair nor as good a king as she had been led to believe?

There was certainly a kernel of truth in what Varian was saying. She couldn't fully deny his persecution, b-but that had been the exception surely. Her father had just been worried about her and so had made some bad choices. He even admitted as much to her and promised to help Varian instead of seeking the normal punishment for treason.

Yet Varian wasn't grateful at all for his more lenient sentence. He seemed even more righteously angry than he had been when on the run. Nor could she deny the other complaints she had heard about her father from other criminals, like Lady Caine. At first Rapunzel had brushed off Caine's vengeful monologue, but it sounded eerily similar to Varian's tirade now.

Nor could she deny the other hints... like how her friend Attila was almost shipped off to that prison island had she not stepped in. Or how the poor tailor, Helmut, had been thrown in a stockade for a day just for tearing one of her father's robes on accident. Then there were the unspoken things that no one in the castle wanted to admit... like how everyone was afraid to stand up to her dad... even her mom... even when it was important... like locking her in a tower again.....

"I'm.... I'm not like that." She whispered.

"Sure, you're not." Varian mocked. "Miss, 'You can carry out your 'banishment' here'. Tell me, is that what you told Cassie too, when she dared to disobey you?"

"That's... that's not what happened at all. You weren't there. You don't know."

"Then what did happen? Enlighten me. What's this 'decay incantation'?"

Rapunzel's eyes went wide and she looked utterly frozen in terror.

Varian tilted his head as he studied her reaction. He hadn't expected this turn of events and he was intrigued.

"What you hiding?" He started to circle her like a predator stalking its prey.

"Nothing." She dismissed. "I told you all you need to know."

"I don't think so. If you want my help then I need to know all the variables."

Rapunzel wasn't buying it. "But I thought you didn't want to help."

"Well, how can I make an informed decision Princess, if you won't tell me what's going on?" At the word princess, he cupped her chin and gently, but firmly forced her to turn her head towards him.

Rapunzel grimaced at his smirk as she looked up at him. He had found a weakness. A vulnerability that he could exploit to make her suffer, and they both knew that he was going to take advantage of that. Anything to twist the knife deeper.

She refused to give him that advantage.

"You don't scare me." She softly said.

"Hey!" a voice from the stage called out, interpreting them. "You two can kiss later. We got a show to put on."

It was the girl with the blue jacket this time.

Varian sighed and rolled his eyes in annoyance and Rapunzel's cheeks flushed a deep crimson. To an outsider looking in, she supposed that they were physically close. How was this girl to know that she and Varian were about as attracted to each other as sandpaper to silk?

Varian dropped his hand and turned to the other girl. "I'll be there in a minute, Megan. I'm kind of busy."

"Also, we're not together... at all." Rapunzel awkwardly explained.

Megan was not convinced. She raised an eyebrow at them before letting out an irritated huff and walking off.

"Keep the record rolling Mole!" They heard her shout as she walked away. "He's making out with some girl."

"Wait? What about Honey Lemon?" They heard the third girl shout back and Varian facepalmed.

Rapunzel blushed a second time.

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"There he is." Honey Lemon breathed.

She pointed to the side of the stage where Varian and the girl in the Rapunzel wig were talking.

He looked like he was leaning in to kiss her, only to be interrupted by Megan yelling at them.

Tadashi frowned. "I thought she was threatening to drag him back to Corona, not flirt with him. What's going on here?"

He turned to Honey Lemon for her answer but she only stood there nervously wringing her hands.

"Maybe... Maybe she's that Cassie girl he talked about?"

"Cassie?" Tadashi screwed up his face in confusion. "Who the heck is Cassie?"

"She's some girl from Corona that he had a crush on.. or has..." Honey Lemon pouted as she watched the two of them resume their conversion. They were earnestly whispering something to each other now.  

"She's really pretty." Honey Lemon pouted.

Tadashi raised an eyebrow at his friend and Honey Lemon looked like she had been caught doing something wrong. "I just... I mean, I can see why Varian would like her. Th-that's all."

"And I'm sure you're very happy for them both?" Tadashi quipped.

Honey Lemon looked back at him with wide confused eyes, not catching his meaning.

Tadashi sighed. He didn't have time to fix his friend's love life. "So you think the Coronians' plan is to seduce Varian back to their world? That's why they needed to buy time?"

Honey Lemon shrugged.

"Somehow I don't think that's it. Come on, let's go interrupt their make out session, shall we?"

He started to move forward but Honey Lemon stayed behind, eyes fixed upon Varian and the other girl while she continued to wring her hands.

Tadashi sighed, walked back over to her, and gently grabbed her arm before pulling her along with him.

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Varian rubbed his chin as he and Rapunzel shared awkward glances.

"Look, I think this conversation is done." Varian whispered. "Keep your secrets. I don't actually care what's going on between you and Cassandra. Just like how I don't care about the rocks."

Rapunzel frowned at him. "This is not over and I'm not giving up."

"No, of course not. You never give up. You just gotta always be right don't you?" He rolled his eyes. "Well, go on, think yourself superior. I got a gig to play and you have a ticking clock to wind down."

He turned away from her and started to walk back towards the stage. "You can spend your final minutes watching the show."

Rapunzel cast her eyes about looking for something that would keep the argument going and hopefully convince him to comply. That's when she saw Tadashi and Honey Lemon walking towards the stage.

"I'll... I'll tell them."

Varian paused upon the first step. It was like he had been stabbed.

"I'll tell everyone." Rapunzel pressed. "Do your new friends know about what you did in Corona? Who you hurt?"

He slowly turned back to look at her, and Rapunzel's heart skipped a beat. She had only ever seen such rage in his eyes once, when he had almost killed everyone she loved. Only the black rocks had been able to stop him then, and she no longer had any control over them.

His eyes flashed as he closed the distance between them once more. "Just try.... and I'll silence you forever, in front of everybody."

"You can try." She hissed back, as she felt her hair glowing again.

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Gogo and Fred met up with Wasabi as they made their way back towards the party.

"Find anything?" Their friend asked.

"No, but Tadashi asked us to meet him at the stage." Gogo answered.

"Hey, there's Hiro. Maybe he found something?" Fred pointed at the entrance to the haunted house where Hiro and Baymax stood. Hiro was engaged in reading a diagnostic on Baymax's chest.

"Hey, Hiro, have you seen Varian?" Gogo asked him as they approached.

Hiro's head snapped around and his face lit up. "Boy, am I glad to see you guys. Yeah, I saw him and you won't believe what else I saw, either."

"Was it a weird girl dressed as Rapunzel and a couple of pirates?" Wasabi asked.

"Those weren't just some costumes. They're from Cor-"

"From Corona." Gogo interrupted. "We know. They've been asking everybody about Varian."

"They want to rearrest him and drag him back to their world!" Fred added.

"I know. I overheard them talking."

"Do you know where they're at now?" Gogo pressed.

"I left them back there at the stage." He pointed to where Mole was still DJ-ing. "B-but guys, there's something else you should know."

"What is it?" Wasabi asked.

Hiro pulled Baymax closer so that they could see the read-out for themselves.

"Those Coronians are emitting high levels of radiation. The same radiation that Baymax detected in Varian's bio-readings... and guess what else... her hair  glows ."

He whispered this last part, almost as if he feared he would manifest more weirdness by describing what he had seen out loud.

Gogo raised an eyebrow. "Glows?"

"Like an LED." Hiro confirmed.

"Maybe her wig is made of fiber optics?" Wasabi suggested.

"No. It's not that. Not unless fiber optics can also make seventy feet of hair float, turn men invisible, or make huge black spikes spring up out of the ground!"

"Alright... alright, calm down." Gogo rested a gentle hand on the frazzled teen's shoulder.

"I recommend counting to ten… one… two…three..." Everyone ignored Baymax as he continued to count down.

"Hmmm... I wonder." Fred muttered as he cupped his chin in thought.

"Wonder what?" Wasabi asked exasperated.

"What if, 'magic' is just a type of radiation? I mean gamma radiation does all kinds of seemingly magical things in comic books."

"This isn't comic books Fred." The older teen snapped back. "I'm sure there's a perfectly logical explanation for all of this. One that probably entails these Coronaians trying to psych us out in order to distract us so that they can nab Varian."

Hiro only frowned at that. "And... and I just left him alone with her..."

"Hiro, listen to me." Gogo squeezed his shoulder. "Tadashi and Honey Lemon are already on it, and I doubt those weird people are going to try anything with everyone watching, so tell us everything you know."

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Varian didn't seem to care about Rapunzel's threat. "You think I'm scared of you princess? Of your powers? I won't be bullied into helping you."

"I think you're scared to face yourself. I think you're scared of owning up to all you did wrong. I think you're scared of doing the right thing for once because then, maybe just then, you'd have to acknowledge that there's other people involved than just yourself."

"Don't give me that." He snapped. "You wanna talk about being selfish? You don't actually care about other people. You just don't want to be responsible for failing. Just like you failed to help with the rocks the first time, just like you failed to destroy the moonstone, just like you failed to help my dad. It's only now, when you might actually have to face the consequences for being a screw up, and maybe lose someone you truly do care about, that you're even bothering to try."

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Tadashi stopped and pulled Honey Lemon back towards him protectively.

"What is  that ?"

The girl with the long hair, Tadashi was beginning to wonder if it was even a wig anymore, was glowing. Her hair, her eyes, even her skin had a soft halo of light surrounding it. And to make matters even weirder, he could also swear that Varian himself was glowing. His blue eyes glinted back the light that the other woman cast. His streak of blue hair contrasted sharply with the rest of his dark strands, as if a blacklight was shining on it.

He was like a mirror to the golden woman, all soft blues and murky blacks while she shone golden like the sun.

"Honey Lemon, did Varian ever mention anything about his old girlfriend glowing?" He asked.

Honey Lemon only numbly shook her head, too surprised to speak.

"Okay... soooo more optical illusions right?" He tried to reason. "Like... like those holograms those two guys were using."

"Not unless that night Varian fainted was also an illusion." She hoarsely whispered, her eyes still never leaving Varian and the strange girl.

Tadashi felt the pit of his stomach drop. "Wh-what do you mean?"

"That day you went back to Madame Canardist, and read that weird inscription on that paperweight... Varian's eyes glowed just like that before he fainted."

"You-you're kidding, right?"

She shook her head no once more.

"Oookay... so, more surreal, freaky stuff to deal with. Got it. But what's the connection? Rocks? Glowing hair? Portals? Holograms.... What are we missing?"

"Varian would know."

"Yeah, but will Varian tell us?"

"Does it matter? He's in trouble right now."

Tadashi looked back again at the two glowing people and suddenly realized what Honey Lemon was saying. Varian and the girl were staring each other down with scowls upon their faces, inches away from each other. She had her hands on her hips and Varian's fists were clenched. What he and Honey Lemon had mistook for an intimate moment was actually a fight.

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"You don't know me." Rapunzel's voice shook with anger.

"Oh, but I do know you Rapunzel. Better than perhaps any in Corona." Varian threw back at her. "You're a pampered, spoiled, sheltered, self-centered, useless, brat."

"How dare yo-"

"How dare I?" He cruelly laughed. "How dare I not bow down and kiss your royal ass like everyone else in the kingdom? Well, your highness, this is one subject who is tired of listening to you."

He gave her a low mocking bow and it took every ounce of Rapunzel's will not to wrap her hair around him and physically drag him back to Corona then and there.

Not that she actually had a way back, now that she had broken the candle's spell. She tried to ignore this minor inconvenience as she focused on the aggravating teenager before her.

"Hey! Varain!" The third girl with short purple hair yelled. "We're tired of waiting on you! Get your scrawny rear in gear an- Woah!"

She suddenly stopped walking towards them and blinked rapidly. Then she shielded her eyes from the glow. "What the...."

Both Varian and Rapunzel ignored her.

"You know what?" Rapunzel pointed her finger at the infuriating alchemist. "Hate me all you want, but at least I'm doing something. You're just interested in throwing a pity party for yourself. Well, mister 'woe is me' you're not the only person in the world with problems."

"You still don't get it. You  are my problem, and you're right, I do hate you. But if you think that running around and ordering people about is 'helping' then no wonder you're a failure. Rocks or no rocks, Corona was doomed the moment it found it's long lost princess."

"Why you..  you ... lying... arrogant... backstabbing... crim-"

Varian pressed a finger to her lips to silence her.

"Now, now princess..... Remember your decorum." He gave her a wicked smile. "After all you don't want to disappoint daddy dearest. That is all you care about isn't?"

"You, you left me in the cold. I was drowning in my tears for I needed your hair of gold. But you wouldn't heed my fears So now, look where we are,  princess  ... The reverse is being told."

He walked back up the stage as he sang, and handed a guitar to a very confused Trina.

"Dude, what is happening?" She hissed.

He ignored her, as he continued to sing.

"Here you are, crying 'Help me, please.' 'The world may die,' you lied as you fell to your knees. but it's all to save your wounded pride. We both know... You're not the healer, you're the disease."

The rest of his bandmates looked on, confused as well. Megan and Carol shared a shrug and decided to play along as best they could. They started playing to the tune he was singing, and the music came out inexplicably like it was rehearsed. Even Trina reluctantly joined in, though she never stopped staring wide eyed back and forth between Varian and the girl now at the bottom of the stairs.

"It's all about you, is it? Your pains, Your gains, Your whining refrains. It's all about you. Your lies, Your highs, Your tearful cries It's always about you."

Rapunzel wasn't having it. She marched up the stairs as she began to join in his song.

"You're one to talk about being selfish. All you do is moan about your own misery. Curse and condemn me all you wish But nothing you did saved people from tyranny For the truth is... You won't find your own soul without blemish." “But it's all about you, isn't it? Your pains, Your gains, Your whining refrains. It's all about you. Your lies, Your highs, Your tearful cries It's always about you ."

"Your a thorn in my side"

  "You're a knife in my back."

"You're a fungus, that I can't abide."

  "And you're a maniac."

Varian grabbed her hand and twirled her around the stage and they began a sinister dance as they both sang together.

" You're a poison in my veins, like a burning pesticide. "

" It's all about you. Your pains, Your gains, Your whining refrains. It's all about you. Your lies, Your highs, Your tearful cries It's always about you.” "It's all about you Your pains, Your chains,"

"Your stipulated gains."  Varian howled as Rapunzel wrapped her hair around him. They both began to glow brighter as a wind picked up.

" It's all about you. Your lies, Your cries"

"Say your goodbyes. " Rapunzel warned as she started to will the spell to reverse itself.

" Flower gleam and glow Let your power shine. "

"Arrragh! NO!" Varian seethed as eyes filled with a white light that obscured his pupils.

Rapunzel gritted her teeth and pulled the rope of her hair tighter as she sang a new incantation.

"Send us back to whence we came. So that we may save wh - Ahh!"

Varian wiggled out of his bonds, grabbed her hair, and started pulling her towards him.

"I'm not going anywhere!"

They were nose to nose, eyes and hair glowing, the wind whipping around them in a frenzied whirl, but only them,

To everyone watching, it was a spectacular light show. Very few understood that it wasn't a real performance.

"It's not always about yooooouu ."

They sang together, before the same white light covered Rapunzel's pupils as well.

" Save what once was mine. "

The light grew blinding and everyone had to shield their eyes, the blue and yellow clashed. Soon the yellow light covered all and for one horrifying moment none could see Varian or Croana's princess anymore.

Then just as quickly it faded away.

There was Varian standing alone on the stage, cradling his now empty hands where he held the princess only moments ago.

The glow from his eyes and hair also receded and he heaved huge gulps of air.

The audience burst into applause.

What had just happened?

Varain wasn't the only person confused.

'"What the heck was that?" Carol asked.

Varian flushed from head to toe. Then, shaking, he ran from the stage.

"Varian!"

"Varian!"

He heard Honey Lemon and Tadashi call out to him. Tadashi stopped with a hand on his shoulder.

"Varian, are you okay?" he asked.

Varian refused to answer and rested himself from his brother's grip. He took off running a second time. Ignoring cheers from the crowd.

"Hey, man, how did you pull that trick off?" One random student yelled after him.

Varian ignored him. He also ignored his friends as he ran past them and he did stop until reached his car. He hopped into the front seat, and cranked it, as his friends chased after him.

"Varian wait!" Hiro cried, but he was too late. Varian slammed on the gas pedal and sped away.

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Rapunzel opened her eyes to find herself surrounded by rocks and fire!

She gasped in shock and then coughed as the ash filled her lungs.

Suddenly a black spike shot out of the ground catching her hair.

She yanked it free, and shimmed herself up between two other rocks and yet another one broke forth from the ground.

The incantation had sent her back, but not Varian. She wasn't entirely sure why, but now was not the time to consider such questions as the flames around her rose.

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                     Notes:        

I'm hoping to record and actual audio version of the song so that you can hear it, once it goes up it'll be posted to the Rocks and Robots' official Youtube. https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCmDfKFvvW6G9sQylhl6Ngvw

#tangled the series #tangled #rapunzel's tangled adventure #varian #rapunzel #Hiro Hamada #big hero 6 #big hero 6 the series #bh6 #baymax #eugene #tadashi #honey lemon #lance

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I’m slow as molasses in the writing department lately so here’s a bit of WIP because I crave feedback from people;

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Nigel pulls an embroidered handkerchief out of his pocket and sighs in slight discomfort. From the high windows, the heat of the midday leaves a few beads of sweat clinging to his brow, and he quickly dabs them away.

“Now, um, shall we continue our tour of the gallery?” he asks, stuffing his handkerchief back into his pocket.

He turns on his heels then, striding forward in a dutiful manner with his chin held high and his brows even higher. Rapunzel follows his distinguished wake, mimicking his arms tucked behind his back, but her steps are bouncier and her demeanor jubilant than his severity. Eugene lags a couple of steps back with his hands stuffed into his vest. His face is pinched with restraint; enough to look attentive but not too much to be mistaken for aloofness.

Paintings flank the elegant walls on either side of them; only the best can be displayed in the Hohenzollern. Nigel guides them through a sundry of esteemed Coronan artists and their contributions, all the while Rapunzel soaks everything up like a sponge to water and Eugene drifts in and out like a ship lost in fog. He would’ve been totally fogbound, if not been for Rapunzel, as she stops every so often to point and express her delight in the colors this artist used, and the way this artist’s brushstrokes looked a little sloppy and—

The fog burns away then, leaving the ship basking in sunlight. The joy that radiates from Rapunzel’s face makes the time meandering through this stuffy museum worth it to Eugene. His lips curl into a little smirk, softening the pinch in his face while Rapunzel talks and talks about art. She’s never seen so much artwork that wasn’t her own, so much artwork that wasn’t confined to the cramp walls her tower could offer her, where time and time again cherished pieces had to be covered with a new coat of plaster so that the process could start anew again.

“Oh, Eugene,” Rapunzel stops abruptly, and Eugene’s boots squeak against the expensive marble to prevent a collision. She points across the room – away from Nigel’s planned route – to a large painting on the far wall. “Look at that one.” she says, the smile dropping from her face.

Tugging on his sleeve, she leads Eugene over in slow, careful steps, unaware of Nigel trailing behind them in vexation. The couple stops in front of the painting and Rapunzel pulls her hand from Eugene’s sleeve to rub her chin. She tilts her head left and then right before folding her arms together in contemplation.

“It’s… kind of dark, don’t you think?” Rapunzel says aloud.

Eugene rubs his goatee and contemplates. Dark is an understatement, to say the least.

The painting is a forest devoid of sunlight and greenery, caught in the throes of decay. Craggy trees rise from the detritus with rotting trunks and splintered branches. Thick, black bramble can be seen festering everywhere, coiling up the trunks with their thorns sharp and uninviting. Two people are fleeing through the putrescence, their colors bright and warm in striking contrast. One is a young black man that looks no older than Rapunzel, cloaked in white chiton. The other is an older, burlier olive-skinned man dressed in bronze armor, who’s got an arm looped around the boy’s waist and is guiding him forward.

“Yeah, it’s certainly not a work I can see you paint, Sunshine.” Eugene frowns. His eyes narrow to follow the couple’s line of sight over their shoulders. Amid the rotting trees and thick bramble, he make out the horns and eyes of something bestial. “What, are we exactly looking at here?” he gestures to Nigel.

Nigel clears his throat. “This, er, fearsome work is titled, ‘War and Starlight in Flight’ by Emil Rózsahegyi.” he presents. His lips press into a thin line at the painting.

“It’s one of the few Saporian works featured in the gallery.” Nigel says with growing distaste.

“War and Starlight?” Rapunzel quirks an eyebrow. Her gaze drifts up to Starlight’s face. His eyes are a rich orange; the same color the sky turns at sunset.

“Classical mythology, Your Highness. Rózsahegyi was from the diaspora of Saporians in Hellas, where their gods are held with great reverence. The burly gentleman you see here is Ares, the God of War. The young boy accompanying him is Astrophel, the son of Helios. The Hellenes consider both father and son to be the gods of our twin suns.” Nigel explains.

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#My writing