#feisty fairy princess

[daydreaming-en-pointe]

the swan and her princess (part 2)

summary: Swan Lake isn’t all beauty and grace, contrary to popular belief. And you experience firsthand that as you wage a one-sided war with your “rival” for the role of Odette.

chapter summary: A pleasant surprise turns out to be possibly not so pleasant after all.

pairing: Gwen Stacy (Spider-Woman) x fem!Ballerina!Reader [aka some sort of a messy Ballet!AU]

word count: 2695

warnings: cussing, ballet terms, creative liberties taken since I’ve never been to Lincoln Center and the research I’ve done may or may not be fully accurate

a/n: :D got a little carried away with this one whoops doing this is much harder than i expected this au is taking up my entire brain pls help

part 1 // part 2 // part 3 (pending)

glossary:

Barre: A handrail used by ballet dancers to maintain balance while exercising. One hand is placed on the barre at all times, and the dancer stands beside it.

Kitri: The feisty and wilful heroine of the ballet Don Quixote. When her father Lorenzo tries to marry her off for money, she doesn’t play the victim, but hatches a plan to marry Basilio, the charming barber who has won her heart, and pursue her own version of happiness. As a dancer’s role, Kitri is athletic and demanding. Kitri wears striking red costumes (look them up, they’re really beautiful) and gestures expressively with a fan in a nod to her Spanish heritage.

Don Quixote: Don Quixote is a ballet in three acts, based on episodes taken from the famous novel Don Quixote de la Mancha by Miguel de Cervantes.

Kurta: A loose collarless shirt/dress of a type worn by people in South Asia, usually with a salwar, churidars, or pyjama.

Dupatta: A length of material arranged in two folds over the chest and thrown back around the shoulders, typically with a salwar kameez. Usually worn by women from South Asia.

Right after you set foot in the studio and dropped your bag in the corner, you made a beeline for the cacophonous, eagerly buzzing crowd that had formed around the cast list.

You saw a familiar duffel bag and raised your eyebrows slightly. Surprisingly, Gwen had showed up on time. Miracles really did exist.

Murmurs of disappointment and cheers of satisfaction rippled through the dancers in the room as they dispersed one by one, either wearing an expression of genuine excitement or a mask of disguised regret that they hadn’t tried harder or trained longer.

You pushed your way to the front, your eyes immediately darting to the name next to Odette. Your heart sank as you traced over the curly loops and sharper lines of the handwritten letters.

White Swan/Princess Odette : Patricia Roberts.

Pat…?

Sure, she was good, but she was always a little bit too fast for the pieces. She was brilliant at lightning-quick steps in speedy variations, but couldn’t ‘dance like a flowy fairy’, as your ballet teacher said, to save her life.

And the White Swan was all about being slow and sad and graceful.

Your eyes travelled further down the list, going through the roles of Odile, the cygnets, the general swans, and the royals. Each time, you were disappointed. By the time you reached the end of the list, you couldn’t help but feel a little bit anxious. Your name just… wasn’t there.

You were a part of this, right?

The entire class was taking part in this production. It wouldn’t make any sense for you to not be there. Even if it was just as a regular background swan.

“Can’t find your name either, huh?”

You hadn’t noticed that everyone else had broken off into excitedly chattering groups to start warming up and take their places at the barre, leaving only you and Gwen standing and craning your necks up at the piece of paper that seemed to decide your fate in the studio for the next few months.

You shook your head no, earning a sigh from Gwen that lasted longer than it probably should have.

“Well, we could ask Miss Walker, but she’s not here yet. So…” She shifted awkwardly beside you. You tried to observe her from your peripheral vision without being too obvious. She sounded… tired. Exhausted, really, like she hadn’t slept in a few days and then had to run a marathon around the city. She had done a pretty shoddy job of concealing the heavy dark circles under her eyes — which truly was saying something, because her makeup was usually immaculate.

Fuck. You couldn’t believe it, but for a moment you almost felt sorry for her. Well, maybe not just almost.

“Hey, uh… you good?” You winced at your attempt at a nonchalant tone. Gwen turned to look at you like you had sprouted a third head, slight confusion reflecting in her eyes.

You had never noticed them before, but she had nice eyes, honestly. The expressive kind that could show every little shift in her emotions if she didn’t hide it. And right now she looked like she was about to grin or crack a joke, so you fixed a scowl on your face to ward off any amusing thing she might have been gearing up to say.

The smile in her eyes faded.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

Time to poke the bee’s nest. “You don’t sound—”

You were cut off as the studio doors flew open, and Miss Walker, looking extremely hassled, practically sprinted in. Random strands of hair poked out of her unusually-untidy bun, and her glasses were perched precariously on the tip of her nose. She held her phone in one hand and a clipboard in the other.

“Class, pointes on and everyone to the barre right now, please! Finish your second warmup, I’ll be right with you. Gwendolyn, Y/N, may I have a word with the two of you?”

We’re in trouble, mouthed Gwen with a comically scared, wide-eyed, completely exaggerated expression that was very childish and definitely should not have made you want to laugh. You bit the inside of your cheek to clamp down on your smile.

Your ballet teacher led you both over to a corner of the studio, adjusting her glasses right as they were about to fall off. “Okay, so I have some very good news for both of you. You might have noticed that your names weren’t on the final cast list at all, correct?”

You both nodded.

“As it turns out, you’ve been selected by the School of American Ballet to feature in New York City Ballet’s version of Swan Lake! And not selected for just any role — you girls are playing both Swans!”

The words took a few seconds to register in your mind. The sheer improbability of it all was phenomenal — two mere teenagers chosen to perform by the most prestigious ballet company in the world, to dance alongside some of the best professional ballerinas-in-the-making? This was a dream come true; was any of this real?

“You’re joking,” you heard Gwen say beside you. You felt like you were about to lift off and float all the way to the sky when your teacher just gave a broad, proud smile.

Everything after that was surrounded by a hazy glow of euphoric shock — blurred by excitement and lightheadedness and disbelief. You might’ve blacked out at one point, bracing yourself against the wall while you waited for your vision to clear.

Gwen suddenly narrowed her eyes in a wince, squinting as if she had a headache. “I’m so sorry, I have to go,” She mumbled hastily, before grabbing her bag and slipping out of the studio. And just like that, she was gone. Again.

You and Miss Walker exchanged a look of slight confusion, but she shrugged. “Well, you’re dismissed for today, Y/N. They’re expecting you tomorrow. You know where the company is, right?”

“Yes, miss.” Of course you did, which ballerina didn’t? Of all the best aspiring ballet dancers’ dream companies, New York City Ballet was right up there with The Royal Ballet in London, Paris Opera Ballet in France, and the Australian Ballet in Melbourne. In other words: this was a giant fucking deal and a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

You’d have to be beyond idiotic to blow it off.

You arrived at Lincoln Center (which housed the New York City Ballet), fresh-faced and a few minutes early. Well, maybe not so fresh-faced, since you could barely sleep because of nerves. Throughout the night, what felt like a million thoughts that were all variations of what if I’m not good enough? and maybe I’m not cut out for this plagued you well into the early hours of the morning.

You felt a tap on your shoulder and turned to see Gwen, looking annoyingly (and most probably effortlessly) put-together and honestly quite fashionable. Did she have to have such perfect eyeliner? Even her hair tips seemed pinker than usual.

“Wow, you’re early for once,” You tried to load snark into your tone but failed miserably, earning you an insufferably relaxed chuckle from Gwen.

You shook your head and focused on trying to find the ballet company’s actual studio. Lincoln Center was comprised of a complex of buildings in a giant neighbourhood that you had never been in before, and the David H. Koch Theater which housed the New York City Ballet was just one of those many buildings spread over 16.3 acres.

You were lucky you two had arrived early, because it took you ten whole minutes trying to find the theater - because, as it turns out, you and Gwen had entered from a separate entrance from the main one. Finally you entered the studio, and for a while the only sounds were that of your shoes squeaking on the shiny wooden floors.

Something that struck you was just how big everything about it was.

The light fixtures that lined the walls cast yellow light all along the hallway, illuminating everything with a soft glow the colour of honeyed amber. Just walking that corridor made you feel like you were approaching a royal ballroom, floating around in a gown that could put Kitri’s costume from Don Quixote to shame.

You finally saw the door to the studio. Someone was waiting outside — a man in an all-black suit with close-cropped black hair and a salt-and-pepper beard. His face broke into a smile as he saw you and Gwen, and without waiting for you to fully make it to the door, he strode forward and clasped your hand.

“Welcome to New York City Ballet! I’m Carlos, the resident choreographer of this company. We’ve been expecting you! Your teacher has informed you of the production we are working on, yes?” He rattled all of this off at full speed in clipped, staccato pronunciations, so fast that it took you a second to register what he was saying.

“Swan Lake, right?” Gwen answered for you.

“Yes, yes. I assume you both know the combinations for both swans?” You nodded maybe a little too eagerly, eliciting a subtle eyebrow-raise from Carlos. “Very good. Come, I will introduce you to Shaoni. She is our support staff, and a former ballet mistress. She taught many young dancers who went on to become famous prima ballerinas. Don’t take her words too seriously; her bark is worse than her bite.”

He gave you a sympathetic smile and pushed open the double doors. Immediately the first thing you saw was a woman wearing a blue kurta with a gold-trimmed dupatta, her dark hair pinned into a bun at the nape of her neck. The thing that stood out most about her was her highly displeased scowl that had her looking like someone had insulted her entire bloodline three times over, spat in her face and then wrecked her favourite tutu.

Forget a simple resting bitch face, this was a prime, next-level display of an I’m-done-with-this-shit-and-I-need-a-vacation expression.

“Good morning, girls. My name is Shaoni Lahiri, you will address me as Miss Lahiri. You’re a bit early; please begin your warmup while we wait for the others. Also, our artistic director wanted to talk to you about your first day, so once he arrives meet him in his office.” Miss Lahiri had just finished her introductory monologue when her phone buzzed in her pocket with a notification.

Her eyes swiped over the lockscreen for a brief second before she tucked it away again, and you could’ve sworn you saw her roll her eyes slightly when she saw the name of the messager. “Mr. Osborn will see you now. The door to his office is in the far left corner of the studio. Try not to get lost, will you?” Even her sarcasm sounded effortlessly annoyed beyond relief.

And just like that, she abandoned you and went over to compare choreography notes with Carlos.

You turned and followed her directions, noticing a polished wooden door near the end wall of the studio. “Hey, wait for me!” Gwen had been busy gawking at the studio and, really, you couldn’t quite blame her. It truly was something else compared to the much smaller one you were used to.

You knocked once and pushed open the door once you heard a voice call out, “Come in!”

The moment the door swung open, you were immediately blinded by the brightest white light you had ever seen. The entire office looked like it had been bleached to within an inch of its life; there were no specks of dust to be seen and everything was neatly arranged in cupboards and on shelves.

“Oh, hello there!” Once your eyes had readjusted, you noticed a man with greying red-brown hair in a crisp suit with a green pinstripe jacket, an orange vest, and black pants. He sat with his hands clasped neatly on the lacquered teakwood desk in front of him, wearing a polite smile.

“You must be the new arrivals, yes? Let’s see, what are your names…” He opened a folder that had been pushed to one side of the desk, flicking through pages. “Gwen Stacy and Y/N Y/L/N?”

“Yes, that’s us,” You answered quickly, feeling slightly giddy with excitement as the truth sunk in properly. This wasn’t a dream, you had really been selected by the fucking New York City Ballet. You would be working alongside some of the best ballet dancers in the area. Better yet, you had more than a fair chance at dancing Odette. Of course, so did Gwen, but you were obviously the better choice… it wasn’t personal, really, just that she barely attended a full class and therefore should probably dance Odile instead.

“Excellent, excellent. Pleasure to meet you. I’m Norman Osborn, the artistic director of this company.” He stood up and shook your hand. He smiled at Gwen, but instead of smiling back, she just dropped her gaze, inhaling sharply as if she had been stung.

“Something’s not right with him,” She murmured to you the moment Mr. Osborn turned his back to retrieve a folder from his filing cabinet. “I can’t explain it, just… please trust me. I think he’s going to be a threat to us.”

You felt annoyance flare up inside you, white-hot maelstroms of anger expanding by the second. “Please excuse us, Mr. Osborn. Gwen and I need to discuss something.” You tried to sound as inconspicuous and well-mannered as you could. You grabbed Gwen’s shoulder and pulled her through the door, closing it behind you.

“Listen here,” You hissed, letting go of her. “I didn’t make it all this way and train for an extra four hours a day for three years just so you could blow this off. In case you haven’t noticed, we’re some sort of a package deal. So don’t you dare make up stuff and tell me this perfectly polite man is a threat. Is this some sort of scheme? You make me get cold feet, pretend like you’re dropping out, then when you convince me to leave the company you swoop in and snatch up the role of Odette? Is that what you’re playing at?”

Gwen stared at you in utter disbelief, rubbing her shoulder where your grip had tightened just a little too much. “What? No, of course not. I would never—”

“Okay, good. Now let’s get back in there and do whatever the hell he wants us to do, because this is the New York City Ballet and we are not leaving till we’re done with this production, got it?”

For a split second, intense desperation marred her features and she looked like she was about to cry. Then, just as quickly as it had come, all the vulnerability displayed on her face disappeared — but not from her eyes. Her mouth and eyebrows were relaxed, cool, but her eyes shone with a feverish light that made her look a bit manic. Finally she took a deep breath and glared levelly at you.

“Fine. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Something about her tone would have sent a shiver down your spine if you hadn’t been so pumped up about this whole ordeal. You dismissed it easily, penning it, possibly, as the sullen disappointment of a plotter whose evil scheme hadn’t gone quite according to plan.

You entered the office again, Gwen trailing behind you reluctantly, and gave Mr. Osborn a big smile. “You were saying?”

He passed you and Gwen two sheets of paper and a pen. “Sign this. It’s a contract that officialises your stay at this company for the duration of this production.”

You signed it eagerly. Gwen, who was studying the words intently, noticed your impatience and signed it too.

“Perfect,” said Norman Osborn, giving you a big smile. Was it just you, or did it look more plastic this time…?

Nope, definitely just you. He carefully filed the sheets away and clasped your hand in a handshake once again. “Welcome to New York City Ballet. I’m sure this contract will prove to be beneficial to the both of us.”

Gwen dropped her eyes to the floor. Probably just her odd headaches acting up again.

Taglist:

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[slafkovskys]

i’m not sure if you have anything that plays with the grumpy x sunshine fort f thing but all i can picture is jamie not even being against his sister and mact (because i can’t picture jamie with a bad bone in his body) but rather he’s just worried about how different they are?

like mact is just this confident, kinda stoic man, and his sister is like sunshine (sometimes feisty sunshine) embodied and he’s just concerned

and then he sees them together and he’s like “oooh. maybe this will work.”

-🎪

jamie drysdale has had to see mason mctavish a lot that summer.

don’t get him wrong, mason was a friend. a teammate. he had a lot of respect for the guy and would never utter a bad word about him, but he often wondered why he had to choose his sister.

they wouldn’t tell him when they got together, but he knew it happened some point during the season because by the time they returned to canada for the summer, the two were inseparable. mason had pretty much taken up permanent residence at his parents house (seriously, the guy got mail there the other day) and now had his own mug in the cupboard. jamie wanted to ask if his own mother missed him, but he refrained.

he just doesn’t understand why-

he hears the heavy sound of the wooden gate slamming shut and he watches as- oh? he watches as a smile tugs at the corner of mason’s lips as his younger sister makes his way up the stairs. mason pushes his chair away from the table, eyes twinkling in the fairy lights as she enthusiastically waves her hands, “sorry i’m late. we got slammed right before i was supposed to leave, so i had to take an extra table.”

“not like we were waiting for the birthday girl to be here to blow out the candles on her cake or anything,” carly teases the girl who not-so-subtly flips up her middle finger at her blonde best friend.

she wraps her arms around mason, pushing herself up on her converse clad feet to press a quick kiss to his lips before tucking herself into his chest, “what did i miss?”

“nothing much. like carly said, couldn’t really start without you,” he teases gently. he presses a quick kiss to her temple when she turns to thank someone for coming, still wrapped tightly around his body, “have you eaten?”

“i had lunch and ray made me some cheese fries before i left,” she hums. ray, a cook at her summer waitressing job who was old enough to be her father, always made sure everyone ate no matter what. mason hadn’t been thrilled at the idea of her picking a shift on her birthday, but she insisted on how good her tips would be as she clipped the birthday girl ribbon to the tank top with the restaurant's logo plastered on the front. that tank top was hidden now, covered along with the bike shorts by a too big team canada hoodie that (based on the number on the arm) could only belong to one guy. she pokes at his chest, “plus, i was promised by both my brother and my boyfriend that i would have the cook out of my dreams.”

“food’s in the kitchen, princess gets first dibs,” jamie raises his drink to the girl, “happy birthday.”

“thank you, jay. seriously, but i want to sit down for like five minutes first. everyone else can go ahead, but you better save me a hamburger!” she calls as their friends trample in through the open patio door. she allows herself to be pulled down on mason’s lap with a sigh, “i lied, i don’t know if i can get up now. you’re comfy.”

“guess i’ll just have to carry you around for the rest of the night, hm?” mason’s tone is teasing as his fingers drum at her thigh.

“i definitely wouldn’t object to that.”

and that’s when it clicks for jamie, when it’s just the three of them out there and he’s a silent witness to their conversation. while she loved people and enjoyed being a light, mason just tolerated everyone except for her and it was obvious in his actions. how attentive he was, how he looked for her in every room, how he was always attached to her like a magnet.

they may be opposites, but they were made for each other.

#mason mctavish #macxdrysdale!sister

[kawaiianimekitten]

Pro hero Amajiki x reader

Lazy day

Tamaki has a day off and spends it with you

_________________________________________

It's 2pm and you and Tamaki are still in bed. You're on your phone, while he has his face buried in your back with his arms wrapped around you.

"Bunny?" He yawns then holds you tighter.

"Hm?"

"Would you like it if today, we maybe -uhm- well, since I have the day off -uhm-"

"Take a breath then spit it out, Tama."

"Maybe, if you wanna... We could build a little pillow fort in the living room and watch movies a-and that kinda thing?..." He asked, while playing with the hem of your shirt.

"Sure, Tama." You reach behind you to pat him on the head. "But I'm hungry."

"Oh! Yeah! Of course, princess/prince/your majesty!" He immediately springs outta bed. "I'll be right back!"

After a moment, you force yourself outta bed and down the stairs. You go to the kitchen and sit down and watch Tamaki as he cooks.

He has you taste the food to see if he needs to make any corrections to it before finishing it up and making both of your guys' plates.

After you eat you two head to the living room and start building the pillow fort.

When he's not looking you hit him with a pillow, and try to hide it behind your back and act innocent when he turns around.

He giggles a little before pulling you into a kiss.

One you let your guard down, though, he takes the pillow and hits you, and does exactly what you did when you turn you look at him.

Turns into a pillow fight and you two end up laughing on the floor, trying to catch your breath.

"You're so feisty. It's cute." He says, looking at you with a goofy grin.

Once you two catch your breath you finish setting up the fort and making a comfy place inside of it to sit and lay. There are fairy lights in it, and there's an opening in the blankets so you can see the TV, there are soft pillows and blankets.

"Which movie do you wanna watch first?" Tamaki asks, holding up the DVDs of 3 movies he knows you like.

"hmmm... That one!" You pick and he puts it in the DVD player. He then hands you the remote. "Don't start it without me, I'll be right back."

As soon as he gets back with snacks and drinks you press play and cuddle up neck to him.

"Ready to watch a movie marathon?" He asks, pulling you closer.

"Of course I am. The question is, can Mr. Pro Hero sit here long enough without falling asleep or running off?" You retorted back at him.

"I can't promise the first one, but I'm definitely not running off anywhere when I have you right here in my arms." He kisses the top of your head and you two start watching the movie.

#my hero academia amajiki #anime #oneshot #x reader #x yn #bnha #amajiki #bnha tamaki #dayoff #movie marathon #tamaki amakiji #tamaki x reader #tamaki #tamaki amajiki #amajiki x reader #mha amajiki #amajiki tamaki x reader #pillowfort

[the-s1lly-corner]

The Amazing Digital Masterpost, Volume 2

Part 2 of this blog's TADC masterlist! As always if there is anything wrong with any of the links please let me know! You can find my other masterlists linked at the end of my pinned! As of 1/20/2024, this masterlist is complete!

CAST POSTS:

x mermaid!reader

x Wally Darling!reader

x reader who likes singing

x reader w/ a computer virus

x Mushu!reader

x reader who swears a lot

x skeleton!reader

x rollerskater!reader

x PNG!reader

Their love languages

x Jack Skellington!reader

Role Models (Child!reader, platonic)

x reader who is warming up to touch

x feisty!tiger!reader

x princess!reader

x ghostsheet!reader

What they want in a partner

x skater!reader

x fairy!reader

x reader who loves to gossip

x kid!reader who is having nightmares (platonic)

x reader w/ a funny laugh

x chaotic!child!reader (platonic)

x reader who draws and crochets

x reader who uses crutches

x reader who bakes

x very sleepy!child!reader (platonic, i promise this one is different from the other one)

Break ups!

MULTI:

Jax and Caine x Fluttershy!reader

Ragatha and Jax x reader who can manipulate their hair

Caine, Jax, Kinger x reader who has a prehensile tail

Caine and Jax x Pinkie Pie!reader

Kinger, Ragatha, Caine x a reader who has a cat interest

Caine, Jax, and Kinger x reader w/ Caines powers

Reader telling Ragatha that they have a crush on Caine, Kinger, Jax, or Pomni

Caine and Kinger x deaf!reader

Jax, Pomni, and Ragatha x baker!reader

Gangle, Kinger, and Caine x reader who sings to cope

Caine, Ragatha, and Kinger x reader who wants kids

^Remainder of the cast x reader who wants kids

Everyone but Caine reuniting w/ the reader in the real world

Kinger, Caine, and Ragatha x grieving!reader

Gangle, Zooble, and Kinger x silly!reader

Reader cheering Ragatha and Gangle up with their singing

Jax, Caine, and Ragatha x sweet!goth!reader

Caine, Jax, and Kinger x sleepy!child!reader (platonic)

Kinger and Gangle x sensitive!child!reader (platonic)

CAINE:

More Caine x reader w/ a tail hcs

But I love you so (Caine x reader)

Caine x reader who stays in the digital world willingly

Caine x newbie!who flirts with him instantly

Caine x soft!nice!reader

Caine helping reader w/ their emotions

Caine x girly!reader

Caine x needy!reader

Caine x shy!reader whos opening up

Reader complimenting Caine

Caine comforting the reader after a nightmare

POMNI:

Reader holding Pomni like a hammed burger

Pomni x reader who is scared of jesters

Pomni x reader who purrs

More Pomni x reader who purrs

RAGATHA:

Ragatha x Raggedy Andy!reader (platonic)

JAX:

Jax x reader who is having a bad day

Jax x singer!guitarist!reader

Jax w/ a soft spot for the reader

Jax x Masc!reader who gets misgendered a lot

Jax x thin skinned!reader (platonic)

Jax x lucky!reader

Jax x really pretty!reader

Jax x reader who is indifferent to his pranks

Jax x reader who sings to cope

Jax x cat!reader w/ a dog hand puppet

Jax x Betty Boop!reader

Jax x chaotic!ferret!reader

Jealous!Jax x reader

Severed ties

Jax trying to be a good role model to child!reader (platonic)

Reader flirting w/ Jax and flustering him

Jax x Spot (lalaloopsey) reader

Jax x reader who is obsessed with him

KINGER:

Kinger x shapeshifter!reader but some of their features stay the same

Flustered!Kinger

Kinger and reader in the real world

Kinger x butterfly!reader

ZOOBLE:

Reader making Zooble flustered

Zooble x biblically accurate angel!reader

Jealous!Zooble x reader

GANGLE:

Gangle x reader who stands up for her

OTHER:

Pomni and Ragatha remembering they have a kid and partner in the real world

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #caine x you #pomni x reader #pomni x you #ragatha x reader #ragatha x you #jax x reader #jax x you #kinger x reader #kinger x you #zooble x reader #zooble x you #gangle x reader #gangle x you

[princesssarisa]

Sleeping Beauty Spring: "Sleeping Beauty" (1995 Jetlag Productions animated film)

Jetlag Productions, whose videos were released by GoodTimes Entertainment, was probably second only to Golden Films as the biggest producer of animated "mockbusters" in the '90s. Their Children's Classics collection consists mostly of stories also adapted by Disney, including Cinderella, Alice in Wonderland, The Jungle Book, Pocahontas, and of course, Sleeping Beauty. Many children whose parents either chose to buy less expensive alternatives to the Disney videos or mistook the Jetlag videos for the Disney versions grew up with these 45-minute animated features.

The Jetlag Sleeping Beauty opens with the feast celebrating Princess Felicity's birth, while a voiceover narrator sets the scene. The time period is medieval and the aesthetic brings to mind sword-and-sorcery cartoons of the '80s an early '90s. Felicity has seven fairy godmothers, who are pretty, child-sized young women with wings and with bright-colored dresses and hair: Aura, Wisteria, Grace, Terpsichore, Melody, Amorata, and Primrose. But the feast is, of course, interrupted by the evil fairy Odelia, who, unlike the good fairies, is adult-sized, and wears wasp-like yellow and black stripes. She curses Felicity to prick her finger and die one week after her sixteenth birthday. But the youngest, most comical fairy, the feisty and clumsy Primrose, changes the curse to a hundred-year sleep. She also adds that when the spell ends, Odelia will die.

Of course, the King, Queen, and fairies still want to prevent the curse from coming true at all. To that end, Primrose comes to live at the castle to watch over Felicity, never letting her out of her sight. But one day, a week after her sixteenth birthday, a restless Felicity lulls Primrose to sleep, then sets out to explore the castle. Of course she finds a tower where a disguised Odelia waits with a spinning wheel. Primrose and the King and Queen reach her too late, and Odelia taunts them, sarcastically praising Primrose for improving her curse, because now Felicity is doomed to wake in a world where all her loved ones are dead. To prevent this, Primrose casts a powerful spell to put the entire castle to sleep; in doing so, she fatally depletes herself of magic, and turns into a red rose on Felicity's bed.

As the hundred years pass, Odelia makes every effort to prevent a prince from finding Felicity. First she surrounds the castle with impenetrable briars, and later she surrounds the briars with a magical pit that opens to swallow up anyone who comes near... and, as it turns out later, contains a giant named Valdar at the bottom. But at long last, the brave Prince Richard arrives, having had many dreams about the sleeping beauty. Primrose's spirit speaks to him (still as feisty and no-nonsense as ever), and with her advice, he conquers all the obstacles. But just as he reaches Felicity's bedside, Odelia appears and casts a spell to slowly turn him to stone. But just before the spell can kill him, Primrose's voice urges Richard to throw the rose that was once her body at Odelia. When the thorns stick onto her chest, Odelia is frozen in place, giving Richard the chance to kiss Felicity's lips. With this, Odelia dissolves into thin air, and her spells are broken. Felicity and Richard live happily ever after, and are last shown with their own two children in the castle garden, where the narrator says that their favorite flower was the primrose.

This is an interesting Sleeping Beauty. While the animation is cheap, and while some of the plot twists feel a bit unnecessary and melodramatic, it's still a lively and creative version, with more emotional heart than the frothier Golden Films adaptation. The waspish Odelia is definitely a better version of the evil fairy than Golden Films' screeching Ursula (though neither equals Disney's Maleficent, of course). And while Primrose's brash personality is sometimes more annoying than funny, her ultimate self-sacrifice adds an interesting bittersweet note to the story.

Like most Jetlag films, this isn't a musical, but it does feature two songs sung in voiceover: "Let Your Heart Make Up Your Mind," sung over the opening and closing credits, and "Princess, Did You Know," sung during a time-passage montage.

I also enjoy the fact that the voice cast includes several performers from very popular Canadian-made cartoons. These include Stephanie Louise Vallence (the longtime voice of Miss Clavel in the Madeline series) as Princess Felicity, 11-year-old Andrea Libman (the voice of Madeline herself at the time, and later of Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy in My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic) as Primrose, and Kathleen Barr (My Little Pony's Trixie and Queen Chrysalis) as Odelia.

Other Sleeping Beauties are higher art, but this inventive version is still worth seeing at least one time.

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#sleeping beauty spring #sleeping beauty #jetlag productions #goodtimes entertainment #1995 #direct to video #animation #animated film

[bedoballoons]

if esch of your anons is an animal, what would they be and why?

OKAYYYY LETS GO! THIS IS GONNA BE A LONG ONE!!

And yes, imma include fox anon anyway, because I still consider them a anon and I one day hope they return <3

Princess: would be a bunny, no doubt. She's so cute and yet she can get feisty too if you mess with her. (Love you honey mwah)

Donut cat: Donut cat is crazy, like a squirrel or chipmunk (add Cyno somewhere you get the feral squirrel)

Bananon: Bananon can be crazy too, but also very chill and funny, so imma settle with a chipmunk, the twins gotta stay together

Broccoli anon: (is this your first time being in one of these?? I gotta do well with it then!) Broccoli anon is definitely a special person, very sweet and caring, adorable all around. I feel like the only animal that truly fit that description was a very sweet puppy. Like a emotional support animal since they are always there!

Fox anon: You're missed already, but after thinking about it, I realised sometimes you go for awhile like you're hibernating, so imma call you a bear and hope one day...you come back.

Fairy anon: If a fairy was a animal I'd say you were that, but imma go with a uniquely coloured butterfly. You're hilarious and a little shy, but a beautiful person!

Pancake anon: (haven't seen you in awhile, hope you're doing well and having fun!) I truly didn't get to talk to you much, but I think I'd rope you in with a frog. You're always bouncing from on thing to another (and also a interesting character)

Mushroom anon: The first thing I think of with you is soft, you've got a very soft personality. You're shy, but you also have such a cool air about you, like studying mushrooms!? So cool!! (I'm a fanboy :p) so for your animal, I went with a cute little sheep. Soft and so many wonderful things hidden about them!

Sleepy anon: When I say chaotic...I mean chaotic (sometimes I have no idea what you are saying yet I still find myself giggling) So I'm crossing a fish with a sloth. Why...I'm not really sure, but that duo animal suits you

Starstruck anon: i can only hope you've secured the guy you were dating as a boyfriend! Since they are often considered romantic, I believe you are a dove! Very beautiful animal!!

#cuteballoons<3 #princess and bedo #farewell fox anon

[gritsandbrits]

Anon here i'm who mention about how rudolph and elina disability worthy of kindness when they are beneficial. So personally how do you rewrite rudolph the red nose reindeer 1964 and barbie fairytopia

Also i want to know about your disable oc tell me more about her

Keep fairytopia the same except the movie ends with elina embracing her differences, and fairytopia start remodeling to accommodate her and other flightless fairies.

Rudolph i don't really know except make everyone less meanspirited.

Now my OC: her name is Gwynn and she's a character I made for my rewrite of shrek the third. Her main purpose is being a sympathetic POV for the villains/outcasts. She also replaces Rapunzel as Charming's love interest. She was disfigured from an incident long ago that also killed her father, which is how she ended up getting adopted by the villains. Since then she put her dreams of dancing on hold to make ends meet, she's working at the Poison Apple when Charming arrives with his plan. Gwynn doesn't buy it but sucks it up for the sake of her community. She tries to help Charming learn that there's much more to being king than getting his way and harassing retail workers. He thinks she's a nuisance cramping his style but needs her because she's the best dancer and singer out the villains. Of course they find out the have more in common like a shared love of theatre and fear of disappointing their dead parents. But there's the matter of Charming's revenge, Rapunzel's jealousy and a entirely different enemy threatening to destroy heroes and villains alike.

Essentially she serves as a sympathetic POV for the villains, to show how society demonizes certain traits (and angry black women). She also isn't a princess so the whole "Charming's New Girlfriend" subplot makes a lot more sense. Like let's be real giving him another princess undermines his villain arc and they didn't even have chemistry, so Gwynn being a feisty girlboss who doesn't care what society (or men) thinks of her challenges Charming in ways that parallel Shrek and Fiona.

#gb asks

[justanordinaryficwriter]

Let the flames begin

Solaria was a planet of light, where sun shone constantly on its equally bright inhabitants. Rain on Solaria was unheard of. Or at least, it should have been. Dark clouds, pouring rain falling on the planet's capital city and general dark mood made everyone nervous. And all that right after the royal fiasco, where princess Stella turned into hideous monster on her own princess ball. Needless to say, things didn't look very good.

Thalia honestly couldn't care less. She was at the princess ball to rob people, not to party. She barely made it out when everything went to hell. She was curious tho. Solaria was her homeworld. What could have gone so terribly wrong?

So she decided to investigate a bit. Royal palace was full of guards, so she had to be careful. She casted an invisibility spell on herself and got to work. Nothing around the palace indicated any unusual activity. Only thing out of place was a broken window of a top tower, where people say that princess Stella was last seen escaping the palace from with her cohorts.

So that was a waste of time, Thalia thought. Perhaps inside of the palace hid more clues but there's no way she would be able to get past all the guards. So it was off to the forest around the palace.

Nothing here either. Disappointed, Thalia returned back to Magix. It seems that whatever, or whoever, was the cause of trouble on Solaria was just unreachable to her. Maybe it was better that way. Some things we just weren't meant to know.

The next few days she had an odd feeling of being watched. Like someone was following her every movement. Paranoia was slowly driving her insane. And yet she was still caught off guard when a portal opened in her room and a man in maroon coat walked out of it. He had long hair, fair skin, and striking grey eyes. He radiated power. For the first time since fleeing Alphea, Thalia was truly scared.

"Who-Who are you? What gives you the right to just waltz in like this?!" Thalia hoped her voice didn't shake too much. She hated being seen as weak.

"My apologies. Where are my manners? My name is Valtor." At this he actually bowed.

"Alright then, Valtor, I don't care who you are, you have no right to be here. Now leave!" She transformed quickly. Now she just had to hope that her powers were enough to counter whatever this guy had in store for her.

"So feisty. But I didn't came here to fight. I came to offer you a proposition."

"A proposition? What kind? She was suspicious. Nothing good could come out of this guy, for that she was certain.

"I've seen you at the princess ball. I've sensed your powers. They are beyond what an average fairy has, are they not?"

"...Perhaps. What does that have to do with anything?"

"Everything. You see, I'm in need of...assistance. I have great plans and I would need some help to carry them out in full. With you on my side, there's nothing I couldn't achieve. And perhaps, I could even reward you."

Reward. Now that sounded good. She was running low on cash.

"...Alright. Fine. But if this turns out to be a scam of sorts, I will kill you."

"I expected nothing less. Now then, shall we?" She looked into a portal he opened. There was no way to see where it lead. For all she knew, it could lead to her death. Yet the thought of getting something out of this bizarre deal of theirs kept her going. One way or another, she'll get what she wants. One way, or another.

Plus she had to admit, this Valtor guy was pretty handsome.

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Taglist: @la-vie-boheme-ships @floofyboi57 @sapphicselfship @the-dreamweavers-reverie @shipsashore

#forgive me you all if Valtor is too OOC #I tried my best #self shipping community #🔥

[pastel-twilight]

Cocogumi for the ask thing?

Currently my favorite ship of all time!!! I adore this pairing so much. I always compare it to candy - cutesy and sweet; almost sickeningly so. I feel like it's pretty heavily implied to be canon (though I know canon doesn't really matter when it comes to enjoying ships).

This ship encapsulates doomed yuri to the letter. I mean, think about it. The amount of potential for angst and then comfort later down the line is insane. Coco very clearly adores Tsugumi ("darlingest, dearest" ... "my dear, sweet Tsugumi" ... I know what you are) to the point where the fairy princess would more than willingly play knight in shining armor to her princess, even if that involved murder. She spent literal years trying to find a way to set her bestie's Soul free, and when she finally found a solution, she didn't let the nigh impossibility of pulling it off deter her. That's some crazy dedication, especially when you consider Coco doesn't seem to really like anyone. She's... well, a bitch but she's Tsugumi's bitch.

The two girls heavily contrast each other. Tsugumi is softspoken. Coco is loud. Tsugumi speaks in a proper manner. Coco speaks like a valley girl. Tsugumi is polite. Coco is feisty. Tsugumi dresses casually. Coco dresses in clothing that forces her to stand out. And yet, for all their differences, they're confirmed to get along very well. Tsugumi is even able to bring a softer side out of Coco, which nobody else can do nearly as easily. Not to mention, both of them went through traumatic things that led them both to stain their hands with blood (consciously or otherwise). They can heal past the dark times together while still remaining lively and fun.

They frequent Hot Topic and Claire's. Shopping is easily their favorite past time. They have a huuuge collection of plushies that they make kiss from time to time. I imagine they care for a garden as well, treating the flowers as their babies. They bake many sweets together because it relaxes Tsugumi and Coco's sweet tooth is massive. Also, almost every night for them is like a sleepover - pillow fights, makeovers, dress-ups, cheesy movies, the whole shebang. The party never dies with these two.

#cocogumi #tsucoco #i love this ship sooo much #answered! #twewy spoilers #ntwewy spoilers #kiki's analyses

[alisha1690]

Love can be so angelic.

Requested by @baaabyyoda​   Elizabeth Lioness x Male!reader Pronouns: he/him Warning: swear words, fights, mention of blood. 

Description: (Y/N) has a problem with one of the customers that’s chatting to Elizabeth. All he can do is sit and watch, but what if it gets out of hand by the end of the night?

ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ In every sense of the term, she was a goddess.

She was stunning to him, whether she had wings or golden eyes, she was always too perfect for him. Though she was awkward at first when serving customers, she appeared to be getting the hang of it. She made talking to them look so effortless as her waist-length silver hair swirled around her. As a consequence, her cheeks were flushed and beads of sweat rolled down her forehead as a result of her quick motions. (Y/N) was captivated by her beauty when she randomly first entered the tavern.

(Y/N) was no Deadly Sin. He was unaware of any remarkable abilities that he could have, and he merely assisted around the tavern whenever he could. It was terrifying at times: it's not every day that you're surrounded by a demon, an immortal, a fairy, a sun god, a giant, a sorceress, a doll, and a talking pig. Not to mention the princess of Lioness, who is also a deity, tagging along.

(Y/N) leaned against the bar counter with his eyes fixed on the woman. Men were repulsive, but the people in this area were mostly like him, so if they did anything, he'd be capable of hitting them in the face. But there was one customer specifically that irritated him; he was chatting up Elizabeth while she was completely oblivious to the obvious flirting. Despite the fact that the man couldn't grasp what the bloke was saying, she was giggling at it, and it was enough to send him over the edge. "Rather than glaring, you should ask her out, marry her, have a couple of kids and move on." "I'm not glaring." "You certainly aren't." The man sarcastically remarked, "Your eyes are just full of wrath and glaring at that bloke." He rubbed his brow, sighing impatiently. "What do you want, Ban?" Questioned (Y/N), exhausted. "Jeez nothin’, I just wanted some booze," he said as he retrieved the wooden mugs. "Well, go fetch yourself a beer and leave me alone," (Y/N) bit, extending his hand towards the door and snapping his gaze up at the towering man. "Someone's feeling feisty." Ban mischievously Before (Y/N) could smack him, a voice from his left popped up. "What's going on here?" " (Y/N) is-" "Ban is annoying me." The pink-haired man was plainly told by (Y/N). "I am not bothering you!" "Yes, you are -" The man sneakily said. The glassed male questioned, tilting his head to the side, "How come he's annoying you?" "I'm not irritating him at all!" "I'm just telling him that he's glaring holes in that poor bloke's skull," Ban remarked, pointing his thumb in the direction of Elizabeth. With a puzzled expression on his face, the slim man gazed up at Ban. "Well, unless you have laser eyes, it's impossible to gaze holes into someone's head-" "Gowther, it's a figure of speech." Ban sweat-dropped. Gowther hummed in acknowledgement and turned to face the slouched male, who was once again gazing in Elizabeth's direction. He adjusted his glasses and asked, "How come you're glaring at the man who's talking to Elizabeth?" He asks. "I'm not." (Y/N) was clearly stated. "Let's see: you have feelings for Elizabeth," Gowther stated. "A man is talking to her and she's giggling,” Gowther listed, “and you're glaring... I believe you're jealous," he observed, holding up three fingers. “I'm not jealous!" (Y/N) stood up and spun around, glaring harshly at the doll. Gowther's face was blank, and he held his hands up in a surrender stance. (Y/N) sighed and shifted his gaze. He swiped Ban's mug and smacked it around his head before storming away, accompanied by profanities from Ban. He snatched the ale from beneath the bar and poured it into the cup that had previously belonged to Ban. He rolled up his white sleeves and leaned on his elbows once more before returning the bottle where it came from. He gazed down at the yellow liquid within the mug, watching it ripple. His ears became numb from the loud noises. Did he just overreact? Possibly yes, or maybe no. He could've acknowledged to being bitter, but what exactly was he jealous of? Elizabeth's smiling face with another man? Or the fact that the man seemed to be a scumbag who shouldn't be around her. God knows. "You do realise Big Sis-sis can look after herself, right? There's no need to get all worked up over it." A sultry voice appeared next to him. He awoke from his daze and looked up to see a short black-haired woman standing to his right. Her arms were crossed as she leaned against the counter. She wasn't looking at him, though; she was looking at Elizabeth. (Y/N) returned his gaze to Elizabeth, who was still speaking with the man, before returning his gaze to his drink. "I know she can take care of herself, I'm not scared that she'll get hurt," he said, raising his finger to draw circles around the mug's rim. "It's him who gets me so bloody furious." Merlin hummed and gave him a sympathetic look before returning his attention to the matter at hand. "I must admit," Merlin muttered, "I'm irritated with that brute who is still chatting to Elizabeth." But, as I previously stated, she is OK." To be fair, she is protected by the seven deadly sins (along with a talking pig who accompanies her), so he shouldn't be concerned. But why was she still talking to him? He sighed and rubbed his brows again. He reached beneath the bar for a fancy wine glass and a glass of red wine, which he held up in a silent question. (Y/N) began pouring her drink once Merlin nodded. "Where has the captain disappeared to?" (Y/N) asked as he slid the drink towards her. Merlin took the glass in her slender hands and brought it up to her lips. "He's over there in the corner speaking with some customers. Mostly women." Before taking a drink of the bitter beverage, she double-checked. "How about King? What's he up to?" "Trying to strike up a conversation with Diane. Poor guy..." "At the very least, he's attempting..." (Y/N) murmured, taking a small jab at himself. Merlin took note of this but remained silent. “Gowther?” While leaning on his elbows once more, the male asked. "Hm," Merlin observed as he peered around, "bothering Ban, who is currently plastered" “The guy is such a lightweight…” (Y/N) murmured. "How's your relationship with your boyfriend going?" With a grin, (Y/N) asked before taking a mouthful of his brew. "I have no idea what you're talking about." "Please!" Escanor! You two have something going on!" (Y/N) chuckled. This did not amuse Merlin. "Hey, I'm just saying," the male grinned once more. While sipping her glass, Merlin kept her poker expression. "But really, where has he gone?" "Can't you hear him?" He's yelling his new poem at the top of his lungs over there." Merlin motioned to Escanor, who stood at the tavern's entrance. He was greeting the guests with his amazing poetry abilities, which (Y/N) thought was hilarious. "Sir, please! I need to speak to the other customers-" Merlin and (Y/N)'s heads sprang up in response to Elizabeth's distressed tone. The man took her arm in his and leaned his face close to hers. Elizabeth tried to escape, but the guy had her in his grip. (Y/N) couldn't understand a word he said, but whatever it was, it made Elizabeth feel very uncomfortable. (Y/N)'s blood began to boil almost immediately. He tossed his drink to the side and leapt across the counter. "Go get 'em Loverboy..." Merlin murmured as she sipped her wine again. He pushed past the drunks, smack in the middle in the thick of the chaos. "Don't fucking touch her you scum!" He yelled as he harshly shoved the drunken man. the unexpected appearance, Elizabeth let out a shocked yelp. (Y/N) received a snarl by the brute, who stood up straight again, staring (Y/N) down. The guy spat, "Stay out of this kid." "She asked you to stay away from her." "Oh, Is she your girlfriend?" He asked mockingly. He was surrounded by laughter. (Y/N) glared but looked down to find Elizabeth with a delicate touch on his (Y/N) arm. "Let's just leave; it's OK." The man thought over his options. He has two choices: either kick the shit out of this man or gently get Elizabeth out of the tavern. (Y/N) sighed and gently tugged the silver head after him, whispering, "Let's go." Elizabeth's face was flushed, and her eyes were welling up with tears. He was being called a "coward" and told to "come back" by a man behind him. He wanted to punch the taller man in the face, but Elizabeth was already scared enough as it is. He didn't have to fight his desires since the drunken brute grabbed the back of his shirt. The wind was nearly knocked out of him. He wiped around without thinking, and his fist connected with the man's stubble jaw. This resort with people roaring who were desperate to see a fight take place. "(Y/N) please don't!" Elizabeth screamed. He forgot she was there for a single second. However, while staring at her, the man was grabbed and punched in the face. This was greeted with chants around the tavern, and the Sins began to notice what was going on. Despite the adrenaline surging through his veins, (Y/N) was bleeding from the forehead and could feel blood dripping down his face. He clenched his palm and threw it about aimlessly, his fist colliding with the man's nose, which received a loud crack and a yell of pain. He could feel someone pulling him back at that point. Ban was the culprit. (Y/N) was panting heavily and taking rapid breaths. However, in the midst of the circle, a short blonde man appeared. "I'm sorry for the inconvenience, fellas," Meliodas said with a closed eye grin, "but you and your buddies are going to have to go!" The mostly drunken man gazed up at him, wide-eyed and cradling his bleeding nose. “What?! He started it-" "No, I believe you did," Meliodas answered, his grin clear as the sun. With a 'tch,' the guy unsteady rose off the floor. "Fine, let's go." When the alcoholic informed his table, they all left embarrassed. "All right, everybody! Please continue!" Meliodas exclaimed happily. Ban slowly let go of the irritated male, waiting to see whether he would run out of the room and start a fight. but he merely gazed at the door, which surprised the taller male. "Are you alright?" ban asked. "Yeah," (Y/N) said, "Are you okay?" (Y/N) asked Elizabeth. She didn't respond or even look at him. He was taken aback. Did he do something wrong? Didn't she need help? However, Elizabeth grabbed the bleeding man's arm and hauled him towards the steps. Ban let out a mocking holler, causing Merlin to smack him around the head. The two made it to the tavern's balcony. The man was puzzled as to why she had brought him up here, but she just murmured, "Sit," and pointed to the wooden bench. He just sat there silently, waiting for her to do anything. The woman sat down in front of him and began to cure the wound by lifting her hands over it. It was warm. It was reassuring. (Y/N) simply gazed at her diamond eyes, waiting for her to establish eye contact. She was completely focused on the cut. Her brows were furrowed, and she had a concentrated expression on her face. Elizabeth flushed nervously after making eye contact with the man for a few seconds before returning her gaze to the nearly healed wound. "There," she murmured after a few moments. (Y/N)'s gaze followed her as she dropped her hands. After a minute of stillness, faint weeping could be heard. (Y/N) raised her head to look at the girl in front of her. Although her hair concealed her eyes, he could tell that she was crying. The man, unsure what to do, wrapped his arms around her, and she sobbed in the crook of his neck while securely tightening her arms around him. "I feel so weak," she said, "since it was because of me that you got into that pointless fight and were harmed!" I was capable of handling myself, but I-" More tears streamed down Elizabeth's cheeks, cutting her off. (Y/N) was taken aback. Is that how she felt? That she was the reason he was hurt? His hands moved slowly to her shoulders, gently pushing her back so he could see her eyes. "I don't believe you're weak in the slightest. I know you were capable of handling yourself, but my instincts kicked in and I followed my intuition. Don't blame yourself; I was just trying to protect you, and there was nothing you could do." She gave him a wide-eyed stare. He was only grinning at her. "To be honest, the entire time I was watching that guy chatting to you." It irritated me how close he was to you and how often he hit on you, and bleh-" Elizabeth chuckled at his disgusted expression, and her laugh was contagious. The princess hugged him once again, but this time she smiled beautifully. "Thank you" "Random question, but since you're the princess of Lioness, couldn't you guys report him?" "I will if he does it to me or anybody else again," she says, "but I believe his Sins frightened him." She laughed. “Huh?! "How about me?" "Yes, you as well!" They laughed together. Everything was okay. Everything seemed so... perfect when (Y/N) was alone with her, they were laughing. The laughing went away, and they locked gazes. No one said anything as they silently stared at each other. The noise and music from downstairs appeared to block everything out. Only them, the balcony, and the night sky seemed to exist. Before either of them realised it, they began to lean in closer together. It was slow and heart-pounding, yet it was also soothing. Their lips pressed together. All thoughts and worries faded away as if it were just the two of them together. They moved closer without breaking the kiss. They didn't want to end it; they just wanted to be together. The kiss was just heavenly. They sat up straight and pressed their foreheads together, panting slightly, before gazing into one other's dazzling eyes when they ran out of breath. “Wow.” "Yeah, wow" They exchanged a soft giggle before staring into one other's eyes once again. "I apologise if this is a little late, but would you want to go out on a date with me?" Elizabeth laughed and shook her head at the ground before leaning in and wrapping her arms around (Y/N)'s neck, and gazing into his eyes. "I'd be delighted to." She murmured this before kissing him again. (Y/N) securely wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing their bodies closer together. He just hoped that wouldn't be their final kiss.

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Authors note: Second fanfiction out! I’m sorry if this isn’t great. this was requested by my best-friend! I do apologise if this is bad! If you want to request something please do! <3 (If theres any grammar mistakes I do apologise!)

#Seven Deadly Sins #7ds #ban #elizabeth liones #fanfic #fanfiction #x male reader #character x y/n #character x you #anime #request #sorry if this is bad #fluff

[4getfulimaginator2022]

For Eternity, part 1/3

CS Fairytale!AU with Dark!Hook and Princess!Emma. It all starts with a feisty princess, her thirst for adventure, and a mysterious enchanter. The day Princess Emma comes of age, she asks to go on a daring quest like her ancestors before her, but she never expected to accept a dark challenge that tests her endurance. Based on a fairy tale I love, "Petronella" by Jay Williams.

For Eternity on AO3 | For Eternity on FF.net

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Part 1: The Quest

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Emma had always been too outspoken for her own good. The habit (she thought it was good, while everyone else believed it to be bad) had started when she had demanded to take sword-fighting lessons instead of listening to her etiquette instructor, and it continued until it became part of her very nature.

She hated fancy ball gowns and the mindless suitors begging to be by her side like some kind of adoring, clinging pets ― only animals were much cuter and not talkative, and they only wanted affection, not her throne. She loathed when her friends teased her to act more like a lady and less like a man, and she tried not to care when royal visitors ridiculed her behavior behind her back.

Still, there were moments when she was glad to be a princess. When she was a little girl, she had helped Pinocchio be reunited with his father, having him stay in the palace until the royal query had been answered, and whenever her father had audiences with their subjects, she would sit by his side and listen to their requests, even participating in their disputes.

It was simple: she liked helping people. It was just when others pushed her to "help" herself that she became really annoyed.

While Charming scolded her actions in public but lauded her in private, Snow always gave Emma the same secretive smile, silently approving of her only child in every way. Frankly, Emma had never paid heed to anyone's opinions but those of her parents. And in the end, they were all that mattered. Them, and the kingdom. She was certain of their love.

What she couldn't fathom right now was why her father and her mother were arguing so vehemently against her latest idea. It wasn't as if no one had done this before ― it was, after all, only a quest. She wasn't going off to fight a dragon...though that was an interesting possibility...

"Emma, this is absurd," Charming interrupted brusquely, cutting off whatever Snow had intended to add. "Those centuries of tradition you're waving in our faces apply to the first-born son, not the―"

"Are you saying I'm incapable of doing this because I'm a girl?" Emma challenged, hands on her hips. "Dad, I've been handling a sword since I was old enough to sew, and even you said just last week that my fighting techniques were unparalleled and my tactics unique... I don't want marriage to be the only climax of my life ― I want real experiences!"

"What your father is trying to say," Snow commented softly, "is that any quest usually leads to danger...and we don't want to lose you, dearest...not for the sake of impressing the kingdom or any prince. Your gender has nothing to do with it ― and neither does marriage."

Emma sighed deeply, resting her head in her hands as she slid to the floor. "I don't want to impress anyone ― I ― I just―" Stretching her booted feet out in front of her, she looked up at the ceiling, decorated with hundreds of painted cupids and flimsy angels with wings. At least they could fly away when they wanted, while she was rooted to the ground ― upheld by responsibility and her birthright and hundreds of other things which were both equally meaningful and imprisoning. What did she want, though?

When Snow and Charming reached out their hands to her, she grabbed them eagerly, standing up to nestle into their dual embrace. "I want to prove to myself that I'm capable of doing something on my own," she whispered. "Is it wrong to want to find adventure, like you and Mom did? To not wait for it to find me?"

Charming stared at her, a smile crossing his face when he shared a knowing glance with Snow. "No, it's not. But is it wrong for us to worry about you?"

Emma tilted her head, her eyes silently pleading with them. "Worrying doesn't mean something bad will happen meanwhile. Please...give me a chance? To prove myself to me?"

Letting out a disturbed sigh of his own, the king seemed to slump in defeat under his daughter's scrutinizing gaze, nodding. Snow only grinned, nudging her husband. "Seems like I'll need to get out my old quiver and arrows from the storage room..."

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"For the thousandth time, if you keep contradicting me, then I'll just choose by myself," Emma snapped, brushing aside her companions' protests as she shouldered the quiver recklessly. August rolled his eyes, a gesture acutely familiar to when she had met him as a child and he was still called by his given name of Pinocchio.

"And may I remind you, Princess, that your parents the king and queen personally asked us to accompany you? It's not like Jefferson and I wanted to be chaperoning the most bull-headed creature in all of the Enchanted Forest!"

On seeing Emma's grimace and then her accusing pout, Jefferson tipped his hat at her in a meek salute. "Sorry, Your Highness...but he's right. We're here because we have to be, not because we want to. Why, I only have to go down that other path and I'll surely find my way to Grace, whom I haven't seen in weeks and who is surely missing me. They grow up so fast," he finished wistfully.

August only pointed at the last crossroad, the curse of having a three-way fork in the middle of a forest. "And I could be having a splendid time in Granny's tavern ― I haven't tasted the ale there in ages―"

"Or flirted with Red, you mean. You do know she's at least two decades older than you, right?" Emma retorted with a smirk, which elicited a pronounced frown from her friend.

"It's none of your business," he snorted eventually, adjusting his collar self-consciously.

"Hey," Jefferson uttered suddenly, watching as Emma and August paced in circles by the forkpost, "I have an idea. Why don't we split up and each of us go where we want to go?"

"Because that's what Charming and Snow ordered us not to do, by royal decree? I don't know about you, but I'm not keen on dying just yet." August shrugged his shoulders, clearly frustrated.

"No, I know that ― I'm not mad ― but we could agree to disagree, see what I mean? We'd do what we want and not tell."

"I cannot believe that the oldest person here is telling us youngsters to get lost and break the rules," Emma said, letting mock disbelief seep into her voice. However, she was certainly intrigued, to say the least.

Jefferson shook his head, unamused. "I'm touched by your reference to my age, dear Emma, but seeing as you're seventeen years of age, I have the utmost confidence in your intelligence and your decisions." His whisper pierced her ears. "Or are you just afraid to take a risk now that you have the opportunity?"

Something inside Emma snapped at that biting remark. Fear was a foreign concept to her, and it was going to stay that way. "August, Jefferson," she announced loudly, "go for a walk. Your assistance is no longer required ― by order of the princess."

She disliked using her authority as an excuse to get her way, but there was no other way to get those two to shut the hell up.

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In a matter of minutes, August had run longingly in the direction of Granny's, while Jefferson was whistling merrily, twirling his top hat on his journey back to his daughter and her family.

A flash of passing sunshine through the tree leaves, and she realized her predicament. She really was all alone.

It was a difficult feeling to handle, actually. After being surrounded by people constantly her whole life, being deserted was a shock. She should be rejoicing that she was completely self-reliant at last, that adventure could seek her out when no one was there to fight her battles or hold her hand. It was right to dismiss her guards and "take the risk," as Jefferson had stated. Wasn't it?

Instead, she missed her parents and her home, and nostalgia was undulating over her emotions with a fierce wave of resentment. For the first time in a long time, Emma was at a loss at what to do next.

The final path, the road not taken, was beckoning, its wide-sweeping trees and shadows encasing some dark secret, some silent mystery. But her feet refused to move. She didn't know what she was looking for or where to find it.

"Having some trouble deciding to leave, dearie?" A chuckle broke the silence, and suddenly the person she never wanted to meet was right in front of her. Rumplestiltskin.

"What do you want?" she snarled irritably, fingering the helm of her sword. "And how the hell did you get here?"

"Ah, is that any way to greet a friend, Emma?" he grinned. "You do recall it was I who brought your parents together and helped them defeat Regina?"

She sniffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "Yes...but what does that have to do with me?"

He strode over to her languidly, his fingers splayed in a gesture of deep, sinister contemplation. "Everything. You're the product of True Love, dearie ― and True Love never fails to break any curse."

She was puzzled. "Why are you telling me this?"

He sighed dramatically. "For someone so sharp with a blade, you can be very obtuse sometimes." He leaned in closer, his eyes fixated on her face. "I have a...proposition for you."

Deals and Rumplestiltskin went together like bread and butter. Hearing that he wanted to make a deal with her, of all people, was definitely bad news.

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"Let me get this straight: you've been following me, you knew this day was going to happen long before it happened, and now you want me to find your son for you―"

"You seem to understand it perfectly," Rumplestiltskin purred.

Her eyes narrowed. "I'm not finished. First, how did you know where and when to find me, if you're no longer the Dark One?" she countered.

"I may no longer have my magical abilities," he explained, gesticulating absentmindedly, "but I still have the gift of prophecy. Or have you forgotten what the stories say?"

Emma ignored the question, focusing on the details she was determined to know. "Okay...so you don't have magic anymore. Why can't you get Regina to do this?"

"Why, dearie ― I'm appalled at your ignorance!" he replied with a mischievous smirk. "The former Evil Queen was cured by your beloved parents' 'True Love's kiss' ― it healed the darkness in her heart and broke the curse on this land. She wants nothing more than to be with her adopted son and to never speak to me again."

"I can see why," she muttered under her breath.

"Anyway," he continued, "this particular task is beyond even Regina's powers. No, it will require yours, and yours alone."

Her jaw dropped open, words transmuted into soft gasps. How did he find out? No one knew, except for her parents. No one. The way he was eyeing her was getting on her nerves ― it was as if he could see through her, deep into her soul.

She responded through gritted teeth, "Did your special 'gift' tell you that?"

"Precisely," he snickered.

She didn't even want to consider all the reasons behind this, but she needed more information. "So you need my help," she started falteringly, "but you haven't discussed the most important part: what it is that I'll have to do, and what my...magic has to do with it."

Rumplestiltskin cocked his head, pausing before he waved a hand toward a set of flattened rocks nearby. "Before I begin the storytelling, tell me: how much do you know about one Captain Hook?"

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Emma rubbed her temples wearily; though she was curious on that point, it would be wise not to ask about what had happened to Milah in the end. "He stole your wife, you took his hand, he tried to kill you with the Dark One's dagger―"

"And he would have succeeded," he rasped out, "if not for Belle."

"Ah," she nodded astutely. "Your new love ― I've heard she's very pretty and all too compassionate..."

"Leave her out of this," he snapped. "The point is that when I lay there dying as Hook," he spat out venomously, "started to transform into the Dark One, Belle's kiss saved my life and altered the transformation. Obviously, I didn't die ― but he lived. However, the magic of True Love halted the extent of my former powers, turning Hook into one who is cursed. The melding of dark and light magic fashioned a monster...

"He is confined to a virtual 'limbo' from which he can never escape, and although he is now magical, his powers are restricted to the boundaries of his sanctuary. He is doomed to crave love but never find it ― to feel powerful but to be helpless because he will always be chained to loneliness. He has become an enchanter who has breached the impossible: to possess power vanquished by love, which is in itself a very real, living curse because his inner self will always be in conflict with the shadow of the Dark One, the act of murdering me too dark a crime to be forgiven by selfless love. He has no morals."

"But he only attempted to kill you―"

"And he failed only because of Belle. Without her, I would be ten feet in the ground and Hook would be the new Dark One."

Emma bit her tongue, confused. "What does this have to do with Baelfire running away?"

He looked down, appearing to be ashamed. It was strange to see the man who had been so careless with people's lives suddenly caring about even one. "I drove Bae away...my lust for control repulsed him. He went to a Land Without Magic, offering that I accompany him ― but I didn't. I broke our deal to go together. Since then, I have been searching for him for centuries, only to discover that he returned from Neverland with Hook, calling himself Neal. That day when Hook found my dagger and plunged it into my chest was the last time I ever saw my son. All these years, he has stayed with him."

"What?" She gripped the tip of her boot tighter, shifting her position. "Bae ― Neal ― was drawn into this mess? How? I thought you said Hook was cursed to be alone―"

"Oh, he is. But you see ― it seemed my boy had grown to love him during his stay in Neverland, that he saw Hook as a father," he uttered icily. "And apparently, only one whose heart is pure and filled with love can enter into Hook's domain."

She scoffed. "And I come into this...where?"

"I'm disappointed in you yet again, Swan." He glazed her childhood nickname with the tinge of disgust. "Being the offspring of True Love, you can penetrate the barrier and save Bae from his clutches. Your abilities are infinitely superior to anything Hook can throw at you ― but beware. When within his realm, you are still in his reach. Any spells he casts are long-lasting."

She gave him a wry half-smile, trying to ignore the sickening twists in the pit of her stomach. "From what you said, it sounds like Neal is happy with Hook. Why would he want to be rescued?"

"No...it cannot be," he snarled. "He must be influenced by the curse. From what I've learned of its effects, it can dig into your memory and make you forget those whom you've loved. Anyone who enters its influence can be affected ― only someone with magic, like yourself, can withstand its pull."

Blinking as if after waking from a dazed sleep, Emma rose to her feet, exasperated by Rumplestiltskin's persistence. "No dragons, no ogres, no witches ― just a former pirate who has one hand, is confined to one place, and has limited magic. How is he such a threat and such a challenge?"

He smiled grimly in return. "Don't underestimate Hook like I did, Princess ― he waited over 300 years to have revenge against me. His feelings for Milah turned into a poisonous obsession that took over his existence, channeling only hatred ― hatred stronger than my own when I was the Dark One, my emotions strengthened and my loathing intensified. All that ― before he was further corrupted by dark magic. Just imagine his disposition now."

"But he's your sworn enemy ― why should I make him mine by running into his home and dragging away the only company he has left?"

He rolled his eyes childishly. "You're not going to barge in and make an entrance like that. No, I have something better in mind..."

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Emma glared distastefully at the sky blue gown Rumplestiltskin had insisted she wear in place of her ordinary shirt and pants, which had disappeared. Her weapons had been hidden away in her leather bag, so she couldn't exactly pull them out stealthily and threaten him at knifepoint to give her back her real clothes. "Is there a particular reason why I'm dressed up for a ball? I'm supposed to earn his trust, not...seduce him!"

"Camouflage, dearie," he replied wearily. "If you show up in that outfit of yours, complete with weapons, he'll send you flying back home. Got it?"

"Because arriving in puffed sleeves and a ridiculous bodice is much smarter," she mumbled under her breath.

Rumplestiltskin crossed his arms, tapping his foot impatiently. "Now, since we've successfully argued about your apparel, are there any last requests, pleas...questions?"

Emma ran a hand through her hair anxiously. "What about me?" When he peered at her inquiringly, she gestured towards herself. "What do I gain from this?"

"You get your adventure, your quest," he immediately clarified, "and I get my son."

She pursed her lips, not satisfied with that answer. "No, that's not good enough. If I do this for you...if I retrieve Neal...I get a favor."

He scowled. "Aren't you forgetting something, Princess? I no longer have magic ― I cannot do anything―"

"A favor. Or I'm walking down the road August took and I'm not looking back."

He hesitated, contemplating her demand, before extending his hand to her. "Deal."

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Part 2

This story was first posted and completed in 2013. The song "Eternity" by Dreams Come True inspired the title for this story - it really is quite lovely. This is definitely my most "fairytale" fic that I've written, and I'm quite proud of how it turned out. Please reblog/comment if you can!

#cs ff #captain swan #captain swan fanfic #cs fanfic #cs ff au #cs fic #4getfulimaginator #cs fanart #for eternity

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Sven for the character analysis 🦌

1. My overall opinion about him: He's nice. He creates a comic relief, he is a reference to the original fairy tale. I love his bond with Kristoff, he was the only one who was close to Kristoff all these years; Sven helped him to realize that he loves Anna. He is cute with Olaf. And your and Annaofthenothernlights' fics gave me a new vision of him–to imagine Sven as a human and it was fun. Also I like his first version from the deleted F1 scenes, where Sven was gloomy and stubborn :}

2. One virtue he has: friendliness and support

3. One flaw he has: he smells of animal fur :} And in F2's Dam scene, I think, Sven shouldn't have encouraged Kristoff to propose to Anna right at that moment when she was nervous.

4. Favourite moment: F1 when Kristoff, leaving Anna, wanted to go back to the Mountains and Sven didn't let him do this. Oh, and when he put his head on Kristoff's lap and sighed in F2.

5. Least favourite moment: probably the Dam scene. But it's not that I actively dislike this moment.

6. One relationship he has with another character: Anna. I like the F1 moment when they were running from wolves and Sven obeyed Anna which cause Kristoff's displeasure–he was used to Sven listening only to him and then suddenly he listened to this feisty pants princess :} Sven shippering Anna with Kristoff is so cute.

7. One relationship I'd like to see explored: post F2 Elsa and Sven. I like to imagine Frohana gathering in the Forest around the campfire and Elsa is feeding Sven with white lichens or cloudberries she found in the mosses.

8. What I would have liked to see happen with him in the media: Anna and Kristoff are making some kind of solemn trip and the royal carriage/sled is being driven by Sven in a heraldic blanket and decorations, perhaps along with other reindeers.

#asks #sven

[ghostreviewsstuff]

RAPUNZEL'S REVENGE

graphic novel retelling of rapunzel in a wild west setting.

i first read this as a kid, then reread it again to refresh my memory of it. a good read!

the use of the western setting works really well, and the central "gimmick" being... what if rapunzel used her braids as lassos. and its a fun gimmick! rapunzel herself is written to be very feisty and brave, on some level a clear purposeful subversion of the expected naive maiden.

the sorta... girlbossification of fairy tale princesses is very hit or miss, and cowgirl rapunzel is a hit for me. she still has a realistic level of ignorance, and her skills are established early on and utilized through out the story.

as the title suggests, her story is that of revenge. after finding out she was stolen as a baby by the evil mother gothel, the witch that rules over the land, she lashes out and is sealed away in a magical tower for four years as punishment for her defiance. when she escapes, she plans to find and free her mother from gothel's mines, but along the way learning about the people hurt by gothel's empire, her plans change to also free the land from the tyrannical ruler.

the secondary protag of the story is jack. yes, that jack

we hear about jack's story in passing retrospective comments from the man himself, his eternal wait for his goose to lay a golden egg so he can buy his mama a new house after he accidently destroyed the laast one. he is a roguish trickster, as to be expected of a Jack, and he's very charming in his antics and clever plans, helping out rapunzel a LOT. the relationship between the two is also very fun and they have a lot of chemistry

the story is distinct and does it own thing while always staying a rapunzel retelling. it never stops being an adaptation, and its a good adaptation at that.

#rapunzel #rapunzel's revenge #fairy tales #fairy tale retelling

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"The Nutcracker And The Lost Star" character list:

Humans:

Clara Staubalm: 15, a compassionate yet stubborn girl who will always do whats right by the people she cares about.

Drosselmeier Staubalm: Claras Uncle and a talented inventor who has now settled in the country to make clocks and watches, doesnt talk much about his past.

Crispin Snap "The Nutcracker": 16, an aloof and quiet young soldier with a wooden arm, who wants to prove himself to his kingdom, despite lingering guilt and grief that haunts him.

Cavalier Snap: Captain of the Royal Guard to the human/fairy kingdom, husband to the Sugarplum Fairy and father to Dewdrop, devoted to his kingdom and family. May be overprotective but is an amazing captain.

Mother Ginger Snap: A good hearted woman with a love for children. A school teacher for children and role model for many. Very eccentric but always willing to help.

Princess Pirlipat: "Missing in action". Her face became disfigured after Lady Mouserinks was said to curse her with one of the 5 crystals. Disappeared when she went on a quest to find The Astronomer. Stubborn and concieted, she only thought of herself most of the time. She will do anything to meet her goal.

Fairies/Flowers:

The Fairies are a small kingdom. Even smaller ever since their home was destroyed when Sugarplum was only 13. They now reside in the Human kingdom permanently.

Sugarplum Fairy: Leader of the human/fairy kingdom. Appointed to rule when the Princess Pirlipat left on a quest and never returned. A powerful ruler, better than Pirlipat ever couldve been. Wants to protect her people from what happened when she was young.

Dewdrop Snap: 23, Daughter of Sugarplum Fairy and Cavalier. May be bossy but only because she wants to succeed. Half Human and half Fairy.

Hans-Peter Snap: Dead, twin brother to Dewdrop. Was beloved by the whole kingdom, no one was the same after his tragic death. Said to be the "Perfect Prince". Kind of the poster child for the Fairy-Human alliance. Wanted to do something amazing to benefit the world.

The Mice:

"When the whole world is against you, you have no choice but to build up some armor."

Mysha: 14, The Mouse Prince. Small but feisty, wants to be seen as important. Only wants to prove himself to his family and kingdom. Very insecure.

The Mouse King: 24, became king when he was only 15. Will do what he must.

Other:

The Astronomer: Spoken as a mythological figure. The Astronomer is said to have learned to read the stars, and tell the future. Many humans still wait for Princess Pirlipat to return with the Astronomer, to finally defeat the Mice.

The Clockmaker: A traveller who was said arrived from the "other" world (our world) and showed each Kingdom incredible technological advancements and creations. Disappeared with Pirlipat on her mission for the Astronomer.

The Swanman: A mysterious person cloaked in black feathers with a swan skull mask, who carries a staff with a lantern attatched to it. Who are they? What do they want? And what will they do to get it?

#the nutcracker #thenutcracker #art #drawing #ocs

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Princess Selena, the Mermaid Fairy

Princess Selena is both a fairy and a mermaid. She is a feisty princess who lives in a bay and has magical talents. Due to her hybrid nature, she can both swim and fly.

Created with Fantasy Girl Dress Up from Azaleas Dolls

#art #entertainment #azaleasdolls #mermaids #fairies #fantasy

[chaoticrebels]

NAME : Luna Jessenia NICKNAME : Lulu, LJ AGE : Appears 19 but in truth, decades old however she ages really slow. BIRTH DATE : Unknown GENDER : Female ORIENTATION : Demisexual, Demiromantic. {Bi} LOCATION : Neverland, Jolly Roger, Pixie Hollow PROFESSION : Princess, Performer, Killian’s Sidekick. SPECIES : Never Fairy SPOKEN LANGUAGES : English, Korean, Japanese, Fairy HEIGHT : 4′11″ WEIGHT : 90 lbs HAIR : Changes colors quite often EYES : Pinkish Blue, sometimes changes TATTOOS : None PIERCINGS : Ears SCARS : None FACE CLAIM : Alexandra Christine Schneiderman, known professionally as AleXa 

Powers and Abilities

Flight

Fairy Magic - Use of fairy dust and/or fairies' wands to do magic.

Produces Pixie Dust

Enhanced Talents

Pyrokinesis

Shapeshifting

Invisibility

The ability to travel in the form of colorful pixie dust.

Personality

Despite her cute appearance, Luna is very sassy, feisty, stubborn, and mischievous. She’s also quite ambitious, sarcastic, dramatic, and rebellious. She is a fearless, fun loving, adventurous, spontaneous daredevil with a sense of curiosity and wonder. Lulu is sweet towards anyone she is fond of and sour towards anyone she isn’t fond of, she’s honestly quite a charmer, especially when she wants to be. But she can be a bit egotistical and selfish, she doesn’t really like sharing most of the time unless she really likes someone. She can get a bit jealous, insecure, self-conscious, and a bit anxious at times but a lot of the time she is highly confident. 

The female is very independent but impulsive, as well as a bit reckless. She is experimental, someone who isn’t afraid to take risks. She’s mysterious, playful, observant, flexible, and reliable. She is extremely resilient, courageous, creative, resourceful, creative, energetic, determined, hard-working, high-spirited, and highly intelligent. She is also very passionate and fiercely loyal but she can also be a bit over imaginative and very straightforward, refusing to lie unless she has to.

#☯ 。゜ ⠀ ☆ ⠀ 。゜ ⠀ ★ 𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 ﹕Luna