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Not exactly charming.

The two walked among the castle grounds sitting at the heart of Corona. The redhead’s attire wasn’t the thick cotton she was accustomed to wearing back home, but rather of lighter material to accommodate the warm weather. She was a princess, and at her mother’s encouragement, she decided to spend time with other royalty.

“So..let me understan’ this, again,” Merida began, looking to Flynn walking beside her, “Yer not a prince?”

A princess with someone not of royalty? It was all a foreign concept to her. Until recently, most royal connections in her clan were woven through competitions between lords for a maiden’s hand. Flynn looked..rough around the edges, like her homeland, but compared to the pristine spires and lights of Corona he seemed..out of place.

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#rogueprinceconsort

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Until my last breath, I’ll fight.

six word story. #364 (via fiistfull)

#fated musings;#media;

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Staying Warm with Hot Cocoa || Merida and Ariel

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Ariel glanced up and squinted, figure stand out sharply against the snow. She brightened and waved energetically. “Hello!” She called out, “I was just exploring the area, and I was hoping to visit a friend of mine.” Ariel paused, thinking for a moment. Calling out back and forth didn’t sound incredibly…productive. Picking up her skirt slightly as to not step on it, she started to run forward. When she came closer, the figure started to become clearer.

“Nice to meet you! I’m Ariel; I travelled here from Denmark.” Bowing her head slightly, she gave the stranger a warm smile. “You’ve come to take a look at the castle too?”

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Fortunately, this stranger was friendly, her physical features revealing themselves as she drew closer. The stranger was blessed with a petite frame, big blue eyes, and a shock of red hair. Merida’s own hair wasn’t as nearly bright as hers, that’s for sure.

“Merida,” she replied, “..em, no..I live here.”

#curiousmermaid #Merida: uh no?

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Staying Warm with Hot Cocoa || Merida and Ariel

Ariel pulled her cloak closed to block the cold winds in Dunbroch and shivered. She expected it to be cold, of course, living in Denmark with Eric and all, but she didn’t expect the winds to be this strong. The princess craned her head up and squinted her eyes, looking forward. It had been a long time since she had been in the area. In fact, if she remembered correctly, the last time was when she was a mermaid and she met Queen Elinor as a bear. That was…interesting, to say the least. Ariel let out a breath and smiled, watching the air fog in front of her face. This area of the woods was nice and quiet, perfect for a stroll. She listened to the snow crunch under her boots and hummed softly. Gazing up at the icicles hanging from the tree branches, she whispered softly. “This is so beautiful…”

She came through a clearing and saw a big castle in the distance. Coming to a stop, she studied it. “It shouldn’t hurt to visit, right? Hopefully someone’s there!” Nodding with determination, she continued forward.

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The gentle wind was enough to convince the archer to put the hood of her cloak up, the cold making her ears ache. Her fiery locks were now stuffed under the fabric, spilling out onto her chest. She decided to wander close to the castle without Angus. Her mother didn’t want her wandering about too far in this snow, and after a slightly heated debate, her mother won.

No matter, Merida could still be outside as she wished, just not with as much freedom if the ground wasn’t blanketed with snow.

In the distance she noticed a figure against the stark contrast of the bright white snow.

“Oi!” she shouted out to her, “Who goes there?”

#curiousmermaid

For Munday: Do you share your first name (or a name) with a Disney-character?

// Disney? No, Tim Burton? Yes.

She’s a very me concept.

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Tinker Bell raised an eyebrow then she laughed lightly. “It’s for what carts usually do. Bringing things from one place to another…I just made a few modifications. The wheels will turn much better now. I think Cheese will be grateful for that…wait…where is–”

Tink tugged hr bangs and looked around for the mouse…but he must have scurried off when the girl showed up. Some animals weren’t very comfortable around humans.

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It was obvious. What else were carts used for, anyway? She tucked a stray curl behind her ear as the fairy talked. The archer couldn’t imagine being as small as Tinkerbell. The most simple tasks would take ten times the work as compared to her normal size.

“Cheese?” she repeated, confused.

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Tink nodded and smiled. “Yep!” she said and took the screw from the girl’s fingers. She went back to the cart and laid herself back down and rolled herself under the cart. She stuck her tongue to the side of her cheek and she continued to work.

“Almost…got it!” she said and wheeled herself out from under the cart again. She stood and brushed herself off, fluttering her wings. “Thanks for your help,” she said to the girl with a smile.

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Merida watched as the fairy returned to lay underneath the cart, her two tiny legs sticking out. If she hasn’t so huge, the redhead would have taken a peek to the underside of the cart.

“It wasn’t any trouble,” she replied, “What’s that cart for, anyway?”

#tinkersfixthings

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“Hey! Could you do me a favor and hand me that twisty thingy,” Tink said to the other and she pointed to the small screw that was sitting next to a bunch of other lost things the tinker had collected.

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The what now?

The archer asked herself as she looked down at the collection of what she considered scraps of junk. There was a small hesitation before she picked up the screw between her forfinger and thumb.

“Em..y’ mean this thing?”

#tinkersfixthings

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{ Place One in My Inbox - Questions Edition }

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Can work as an ice breaker, starter maker, or just a simple little ask meme.

“Am I dead?”

“Another one?”

“And what if I don’t?”

“Are you afraid of God?”

“Are you crazy?”

“Are you lost?”

“Are you really that shallow?”

“Are you sure it’s okay?”

“Are you sure there were no survivors?”

“Can I trust you?”

“Can we go now?”

“Can we not fight tonight?”

“Can’t or won’t?”

“Do you even care about how I feel?”

“Do you expect me to believe that?”

“Do you have any idea what you just did?”

“Do you love me?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“How could you do this?”

“How did you escape?”

“How long has it been since you last slept?”

“How long have you been there?”

“Is that blood behind your ear?”

“Is that really a gamble you’re willing to make?”

“Just go, alright?”

“Mind if I sleep here tonight?”

“Really?”

“Tell me: have you ever been afraid like this?”

“That’s the best you could come up with?”

“Wait, were you being sarcastic or…?”

“Want to hear a secret?”

“Was I the only one who thought that?”

“Well, that’s what I said, isn’t it?”

“What are you?”

“What are you doing here?”

“What do I have to say to make you understand?”

“What do you keep writing in that notebook?”

“What do you want with me?”

“What happened?”

“What if you stayed this time?”

“What if… what if I don’t want to be free?”

“What’s in it for me?”

“What’s in it for you?”

“When have I ever lied to you?”

“Where did you go?”

“Where did you last see it?”

“Where’s the rest of the body?”

“Who are you?”

“Who did this to you?”

“Why are you so angry?”

“Why are you so calm about this?”

“Why do you have this urge to control people all the time?”

“Why do you keep doing this to me?”

“Why do you have to make everything about you?”

“Why does it always have to be alcohol?”

“Why don’t you come over here and prove it?”

“Why is the truth so important to you?”

“Why should I help you?”

“Wouldn’t that be nice?”

“You don’t remember me?”

“You expect me to believe you haven’t done this before?”

“You’ve been pretending all this time?”

#long post #meme

((Mimic :D))

Merida twirled around with flowers scattered in her hair, attempting to sing “True Love’s Kiss.” And in this merriment of twirling, the archer tripped over her own feet, falling to the ground with a thud. There was a pause before Merida, as herself, asked.

“Did y’ really want ta marry that prince after a day?”

#disneygiselle #replies;

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[Ch. 2.5] Thawing a Frozen Heart- “My Kingdom For a Horse” // Merida and Prince Hans

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As the signs of town began to show, finally, after such a terrible and tense ride through the forest where Hans was certain the two thugs would burst out of the trees to get him again, he gave a slow, exhausted sigh. His wounded side ached in a way he knew was bad. But Leicester was the last stop before the train would turn around to head back. and the two assassins had been clever enough to know Hans was heading there. If he was still there when they caught up with him, it would be ugly.

At Merida’s protest toward the payment, Hans eased his grip around her, sitting back a little as he realized how heavily he’d been leaning on her during the ride.

“Miss Merida, if you knew how much I value everything you’ve done for me today, I’m sure you would see that you deserve something back for the risk you’ve taken. A favor at least, if you find yourself in trouble someday.”

if I live through this, that is

Hans gave Merida a pat on the shoulder as they slowed upon arrival in the town of Leicester. “Thank you so much, Miss Merida. I’ll be alright on my own from here.”

With a grievous injury to his side, no weapons, and two exceptionally dangerous (and angry) men hot on his trail, Hans uneasily maneuvered to dismount the horse, touching down a bit hard with a wince on his face that he hid by looking at the ground. It would be better to get away from the girl as soon as possible. The thugs had already hurt Mary and Bert, badly. He couldn’t let that happen to her, too, for only trying to help him when he was in such a dire situation.

Once a spec in their sights, Leicester was steadily approaching. The sky above was speckled with clouds, promising some sort of rainfall. Perhaps if Merida and Angus were to hurry, they could return to DunBroch without too much fuss from the queen. The two had been gone for quite some time. She would at least be growing worried by now.

However, Elinor was not either’s main concern. Their responsibility was to ensure Hans’s safety for the time being.

As Angus slowed his pace upon entering the town, there was a noticeable absence of pressure around her. She turned her head slightly to look behind her, fearing that Hans was falling off. Merida wasn’t so sure if she could get him back to his feet if he did. Fortunately, it had done so by choice, insisting that Merida was at least owed a favor.

She couldn’t possibly be owed anything, could she? She already had all she wanted: a loving family, freedom, her horse. The list could go on. Not to mention that she was of royalty. What possibly could he do for her?

The redhead slid off the other side of the horse soon after Hans. Could he really handle himself from here? Only a fool would think that his wound would be fine after that travel across the woods. However, if he wanted to take off from here, Merida would allow him to do so. It still didn’t put the archer at ease.

She walked her way around to Hans, his face casted down. Trying to get his attention, she crouched slightly in attempt to read his expression with no luck.

“The only favor I’d want is fer y’ ta get patched up so y’ can come visit sometime. We can talk more about horses, then.”

She paused.

“Is there anything else y’ need?”

#princehansthefrozenheart #( YELLS IT'S HERE FINALLY )

“Mimic”

“Och, I can’t imitate all three ov ye at once, I can’t grow three heads, y’know..” Merida furrowed her brow.

#makemineacubsandwich #replies;

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“Oh no! Outsmarted by a child again! He’ll pay!”

This is then followed by a bunch of clawing hand movements and growling.

#// well these are getting worse .-.#everyone runs from shere khan #replies;