⠀ 𝑇𝑂𝑊𝐸𝑅⠀ ᵇˡᵒᵒᵐ

𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 — 𝙖 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩

[goldenzel]

HIGH IN A TOWER — SHE SITS ALL ALONE.

AISHA'S RAPUNZEL. INSPIRED BY FOLKLORE, MY FRIENDS, DISNEY, & MANY OTHER INSPIRATIONS. VERY OPEN TO OTHER VERSES INCLUDING (1) ASIOAF (2) MODERN (3) MARVEL + SUPERHERO (4) PRIVATE LORE WITH FRIENDS. PRIVATE AND LOW ACTIVITY. GUIDELINES BELOW. AFFILIATED WITH @SAINTKNIGHTS <3

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I love duplicates and am very friendly towards most blogs! But for this blog, I will not be engaging with du that portray Rapunzel as a white character. I just had a really shitty experience with some white roleplayers over fancasting Rapunzel and I'm just not comfortable seeing it. I also rarely follow those in the animanga rpcs because of past experiences.

My interpretation of Rapunzel is built upon the common fancast (basically fanon) that Rapunzel is South Asian. While I myself am not South Asian, I am dedicated to portraying this respectfully and accurately through thorough personal research and by actively consulting with my close friends who have South Asian heritage. I appreciate your understanding and respect for this creative choice.

Ultimately, I am here to have fun and enjoy the process of collaborative storytelling through roleplay. My aim is to create engaging narratives and connect with others who share this passion in a positive and respectful environment. Please do not be weird. That would suck for both of us!

[aldereign]

eid mubarak! the palestinian people continue to face a genocide at the hands of israel. this eid, i am donation matching all donations made to the al-sir family at their gofundme here. their family was displaced from khan yunis without clothes, furniture, blankets, or gas. his youngest son is only a few months old and baby formula is extremely expensive. please consider donating to his family at this link.

[riding-with-the-wild-hunt]

a whole bunch of gazan mutual aid projects and nonprofits. if the decision of which individual fundraiser to give to feels too daunting, or if you just want to help as many people as possible in one go, these are great initiatives to support.

care for gaza - focuses on providing food and essential supplies. donate here or here.

connecting humanity - securing internet access via donations of virtual sim cards (esims). if you can't afford a whole plan yourself, crips for esims is a communal pool that will use your donation to purchase and maintain esims

gaza soup kitchen - provides food, medical care, and classes for children. also has a gofundme

glia gaza medical support initiative - provides medical care through field clinics and tents at hospitals. donations can also be sent through their website.

ele elna elak - provides clean water, food, clothing, and shelter. they also have a gofundme

life for gaza - raising money for the gaza municipality to repair water and waste management infrastructure

taawon - partners with local civil organizations to provide food, water, medical care, shelter, and basic supplies

the sameer project - running various initiatives providing tents, medical care, and necessities. they have their own encampment project focused on sheltering families with children, sick and disabled members, or members in need of perinatal care

islamic relief worldwide's gaza emergency appeal - provides food, water, hygiene kits, medical supplies, and psychological support

baitulmaal - provides a variety of necessities, including food, water, shelter, and medical supplies

gaza mutual aid fund - distributes food, hygiene products, water, and other essential supplies, including financial support. run by @/el-shab-hussein's amazing friend Mona. updates can be found on her instagram.

hygiene kits for gaza - provides hygiene supplies including menstrual products, wipes, and toothbrushes/toothpaste

anera - provides a variety of necessities, including food, water, hygiene supplies, medicine, blankets and mattresses, and psychological care

palestine children's relief fund - provides supplies and support with a focus on children. also has an initiative for lebanon

dahnoun mutual aid - provides water, food, tents, baby supplies, financial support, and other necessities. updates can be found through their instagram

certainly this is not an exhaustive list, so please feel free to add on other projects or organizations that i didn't include. and as always, please take the time to donate if you can and share. it truly makes all the difference.

[goldenzel]

it is easy to lose yourself in these woods. elphaba. @fabala

the words settle over her like mist, cool and almost kind, and for a moment she believes them completely. she draws her cloak closer, fingers threading unconsciously through her hair as though it might tether her to something solid. the forest stretches endlessly around them, all twisting roots and dim green light, and she imagines herself thinning here, dissolving into bark and shadow until there is nothing left to lose. “i think that’s what frightens me,” she says softly, not looking at elphaba, afraid that meeting the witch’s eyes might expose how fragile the thought feels inside her. “not that i might disappear, but that i wouldn’t notice when i did.” her voice carries no accusation, only the quiet sorrow of someone who has been taught that losing oneself is inevitable. she has been warned all her life about places like this, about freedom disguised as danger, about voices that promise truth without protection. “mother says the world takes pieces from you if you’re not careful,” rapunzel continues, almost apologetic, as if repeating someone else’s lesson makes it less her own. “that it’s safer to stay where you’re known.” she hesitates, then lifts her gaze, searching elphaba’s face for reassurance rather than defiance. “if these woods can take me,” she adds, barely above a whisper, “then i hope someone is meant to tell me who i’m supposed to be when i come back.”

[goldenzel]

you are always in danger in the forest. mother. @fraugothel

rapunzel does not argue. she has learned that arguing feels like betrayal. instead, she listens, the way she always has, as if mother's words are not warnings but truths stitched into the world itself. you are always in danger in the forest. rapunzel feels the familiar tightening in her chest, that quiet, obedient fear that blooms whenever gothel speaks of what lies beyond her reach. she lowers her gaze, fingers worrying the hem of her sleeve, imagining the shadows between the trees, the unseen eyes, the countless ways the world might hurt her if left unattended. she wants to believe the forest is only leaves and bark and moonlight, but gothel has taught her better than to trust beauty. danger, she knows, is subtle. it smiles. it waits.

“i know,” she murmurs at last, soft as a confession, as though the danger were her own fault for existing at all. “that’s why i stay close. that’s why i listen.” there is no resentment in her voice — only relief, the comfort of being told what to fear and how to survive it. if the forest is dangerous, then mother must be safety. and rapunzel clings to that certainty like a child clutching a hand in the dark, because the thought of facing the forest alone, without her mother’s voice to guide her, feels far more terrifying than any shadow among the trees.

[rainystarters]

๋࣭ ⭑𓆩✧𓆪🗡ྀ࿔ 〖 and other stories . . . 〗 a collection of dialogue + action prompts inspired by angela carter's the bloody chamber and other stories. some prompts usfw. add +reversed for the muse receiving the meme to perform the action instead. adjust details as necessary.

dialogue :

are you sure you want to marry him?

oh! how you must want me!

soon.

i had never been vain until i met you.

anticipation is the greater part of pleasure.

all the better to see you.

what is that key? the key to your heart?

every man must have one secret, even if only one, from his wife.

all is yours, everywhere is open to you.

but now... what shall i do now?

my darling, i cannot wait for the moment when you make me yours completely.

there is a striking resemblance between the act of love and the ministrations of a torturer.

you are in some great distress.

any bride brought to a castle should come ready dressed in mourning.

oh god. i can smell the blood.

i thought all these were old wives' tales, chattering of fools, spooks to scare bad children into good behavior!

can't it wait until morning, my darling?

who can say what i deserve or no?

i've done nothing; but that may be sufficient reason for condemning me.

i have a place prepared for your exquisite corpse upon my display of flesh.

good fellow? i am no good fellow.

forgive me for robbing your garden!

all she wanted, in the whole world, was one white, perfect rose.

and what else was there to be done?

they are the death of any tender herbivore.

so late! you will want sleep.

you will come back to me? it will be lonely here, without you.

i will come back. soon, before the winter is over.

i am sick and i must die.

if you'll have me, i'll never leave you.

i think i might be able to manage a little breakfast today.

i have lost my pearl, my pearl beyond price.

if you are so careless of your treasure, you should expect them to be taken from you.

for all my pride, my heart is heavy.

if you wish to give me money, then i should be pleased to receive it.

i shall twist a noose out of my bed linen and hang myself with it.

you are a woman of honor.

nothing human lives here.

we have dispensed with servants.

take off my clothes for you, like a ballet girl? is that all you want of me?

all cats are cynics.

you read my thoughts, my love.

the woods enclose. the wood swallows you up.

all will fall still, all lapse.

it is easy to lose yourself in these woods.

i thought that nobody was in the wood but me.

there are some eyes can eat you.

sometimes the birds, at random, all singing, strike a chord.

eat me, drink me.

dive in and fetch it for me.

now you are at the place of annihilation.

and she is herself a cave full of echoes, she is a system of repetitions, she is a closed circuit.

can a bird sing only the song it knows or can it learn a new song?

beauty is a symptom of disorder, of soullessness.

a single kiss woke up the sleeping beauty in the wood.

be he alive or be he dead.

coffee. you must have coffee.

welcome. welcome to my chateau.

i rarely receive visitors and that's a misfortune since nothing animates me half as much as the presence of a stranger.

this place is so lonely.

now the village is deserted.

often i am so silent that i think i, too, will soon forget how to do so and nobody will ever talk any more.

i must apologize for the lack of light.

you have such a fine throat, like a column of marble.

i am condemned to solitude and dark.

i do not mean to hurt you.

i will be very gentle.

and could love free me from the shadows?

i've been waiting for you in my wedding dress, why have you delayed for so long.

you will feel no pain, my darling.

so delicate and damned, poor thing. quite damned.

the end of exile is the end of being.

it is a northern country; they have cold weather, they have cold hearts.

the devil is as real as you or i.

do not leave the path.

you are always in danger in the forest.

they are as unkind as plague.

fear and flee the wolf; for, worst of all, the wolf may be more than he seems.

besides, aren't you afraid of the wolves?

actions :

clasp. from behind, the sender places their hands over the receiver's eyes.

opera. through opera glasses, the sender watches the receiver.

choker. the sender fastens a gemstone necklace around the receiver's neck.

carriage. the sender locks the receiver in with them in their train compartment.

spine. the sender presses a kiss to the back of the receiver's bare neck.

cigar. the sender leans in and blows smoke in the receiver's face.

ermine. the sender wraps the furs around the receiver tighter as the snow falls.

keys. the sender silently enters the room and listens to the receiver play piano.

harem. the sender undresses the receiver before a collection of mirrors.

lazy. the sender brings the receiver breakfast in bed.

call. the sender calls the receiver and bursts into tears upon hearing their voice.

note. the sender discovers a love letter sent to the receiver from a previous lover.

death. the sender finds the receiver with the body of their latest victim.

hospitality. the sender watches from the shadows as the receiver take refuge from a storm in the sender's seemingly abandoned home.

servant. invisible, the sender feeds/washes/cares for the receiver.

hearth. the sender and the receiver talk past midnight by the fire's light.

hands. the sender falls to their knees before the receiver and kisses their hands.

bouquet. the sender has a hundred white roses sent to the receiver.

reunion. the sender lays eyes upon the receiver for the first time in an age.

bad luck. the sender hangs their head having lost a bet to the receiver.

voice. the sender sends their valet to speak their desires to the receiver.

powder. the sender dresses/makes up the receiver before an important night.

stallion. the sender grabs the reins of the receiver's horse and leads them away.

weep. the sender cries at the sight of the receiver in such a state.

dry. the sender brushes a tear from the receiver's cheek.

flush. the sender pinches the receiver's skin, watching it redden with blood.

prey. the sender guides the receiver's hands as together they skin a rabbit.

song. the sender sings and the receiver is spellbound, their feet following their song's command.

caught. the sender locks the receiver into a cage.

green. by the sender's command, the growth begins to take over the receiver.

tarot. the sender tells the receiver they are doomed to a sad fate.

stain. the sender touches the bloodstain on the receiver's white negligée.

wild. the sender rides hard through the night, chasing the receiver.

thirst. the sender sinks their teeth into the neck of the receiver.

china. the sender pours tea for the receiver and offers them biscuits.

blemish. the sender explores the receiver's skin and finds the mark of a witch.

wolf. the wolf reveals themself to be the sender before the receiver.

muzzle. the sender kisses the monstrous mouth of the receiver.

[moonlit-bunny]

just another Rapunzel design

[artist-ellen]

Rapunzel’s other two designs!

The first is of the “OG/Oldest” Rapunzel. Technically. Basically in The Book of Kings Rudabeh offers for her love Zal to climb her hair in order to sneak into the harem. He declines, because he has brought a rope to climb. I love it so much. I am so happy to have found it. Trying to find an accurate time-period to draw Rudabeh in… let alone try to costume her in that period’s clothing would be… very difficult. However her design is based directly on Persian Miniatures of Rudabeh from the historic published versions of The Book of Kings.

The last design of Rapunzel is this very quiet dark gown… the colors gave me so much trouble for this redesign… anyway when Claire Keane did the concept art for Tangled she says she was inspired by 18th century clothing. I wanted to avoid fashions that resembled my Belle redesigns so I initially wasn’t going to pursue it BUT then I found a portrait from 1776-78 and she had puffy sleeves & tapered long sleeves! So I recreated her gown (kinda) here!

Come visit me over on: Instagram , Patreon

I am the artist!!! Don’t repost without permission & credit! Thank you!

[modelsof-color]

Nancy Uddin by Zane Mcdonald for Grazia Middle East Magazine March 2025

[demilypyro]

STOP this is the feminism checkpoint. you have to comment something you like about a flawed female character. or explode

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM THE MANDALORIAN - "THE MARSHAL" *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

enjoy the fights.

i know you're good at killing.

i figure only one of us is walking out of here.

maybe i pegged you wrong.

who are you?

where did you get the armor?

hand it over.

i'm sure you call the shots where you come from, but around here, i'm the one who tells folks what to do.

take it off. or i will.

we gonna do this in front of the kid?

right here, then?

do you gamble?

i'm prepared to pay you for the information.

i'm not leaving my fate up to chance.

thank you for coming to me.

give it to me now, or i will peel it off your corpse.

i thought you said you weren't a gambler.

all right, stop! stop! i'll tell you where he is!

you must promise that you won't kill me!

i promise that you will not die by my hand.

my information is good, i tell you.

you can't leave me like this. cut me down!

that wasn't part of the deal.

this little thing had me worried sick.

you know he doesn't like droids.

may as well let them have at it.

you don't understand what it was like.

i've got an idea.

get its attention.

you still have that detonator?

what's the plan?

what are you gonna do?

wish me luck.

maybe we can work something out.

they might be open to some fresh ideas.

it's not to scale.

it's a whole lot bigger than i guessed.

might be time to rethink our arrangement.

that's more like it.

where are they getting the reinforcements?

i hope someday our paths will cross again.

you know what that means?

we've heard the stories.

this one's got a problem.

looks like it remembers me.

how much do you want for it?

just kidding. but not really.

can i help you?

we don't get many visitors in these parts.

you want to tell me what's going on?

i'm here on business. i need your help.

can you tell me where it used to be?

you know this is no place for a child.

wherever i go, he goes.

you can't just get help anymore.

you still have that speeder bike?

what am i supposed to do with this?

you drink it.

lower your voice.

you're agitating them.

how do we kill it?

what brings you here?

why don't you join me for a drink?

[goldenzel]

☀︎ an afternoon in the gardens.

rapunzel was already sprawled across the acacius gardens black hair spread throughout the grass, a scroll of hairstyles for the ball clutched in one hand like it was a map to hidden treasure. “you do realize i’m going to trip over someone’s tunic and take out at least three senators, right?” she groans dramatically, swinging her legs off the edge. “my mother says i must stand beside her with poise and nobility, but i’m fairly certain i’ll faint by the appetizer course. or worse—i'll try to talk to someone and forget how human words work!” | @saintplanet

[itszonez]

AVANTIKA VANDANAPU | Fable & Mane by A.J. Hamilton (2024)

[goldenzel]

☀︎ a morning in rome.

she had never seen armor shine as the gods had dipped it in firelight and crowned the man within as their champion. the great general acacius : the lion of rome. the kind of figure they whispered about in the gardens when they thought no one was listening, but rapunzel had listened. she knew the stories, read the reports, and now she stood in his presence, sandals brushing the edge of the mosaic floor, hands folded politely before her, trying not to seem too small, too curious, too enchanted by the weight of legend wrapped in bronze and command. he greeted her with a respectful nod, as clarissa’s friend, as if she were just another courtly petal caught in the wind of rome’s affairs. but rapunzel saw him, saw the little ways the general seemed weary. the way he carried the room, even in silence. [ as if the weight of the wars were somehow heavier now. ] she bowed gently, the way clarissa had taught her, but with a spark of her own wonder. “it’s an honor, general,” she says, her voice airy but warm. “i’ve read about your victories, but i think the stories forgot to mention how tall you are.” a beat of quiet. “or how much quieter everything gets when you walk into a room.” | @saintfights

[goldenzel]

☀︎ the land outside. the world is impossibly wide, and so was his smile. she hadn’t meant to fall so fast : wasn’t that how all the stories began? a bookmark in the fairy tales once gifted by her mother. but there he was, in the flesh — wild in a way that made her laugh, rogue in the way of forgotten princes, and like the tale of a story brought to life. [ something so kind of him. so very kind. ] how he never called her silly for staring at the stars, never flinched when she cried over lanterns or the softness of grass beneath her bare feet. he'd tease, of course [ always ] but he never seemed to stray far from her. as the sky lit up with floating lights, rapunzel leaned closer, her voice hushed in awe. “ they’re even more beautiful than I imagined," she whispers, her fingers clasping around the edge of his. then, quieter, leaned in: “thank you… for bringing me here.” | @saintknights

[scurviesdisneyblog]

𝐓𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐉𝐢𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫