gesundheit.

HIPPOLYTA RIDER. 23 yrs , AK. child of rapunzel & flynn rider. princess. no man is going to hurl me to hades / unless it is fated / but as for fate / I think no man has yet escaped it.

[hippolytarider]

isvbellax‌:

❛                    rapunzel , rapunzel , let down your hair ..  ❜     pads of her fingers resting against her lesser lip , the brunette’s eye twitched , allowing her head to crook to the side .     ❛  i was hoping the child of rapunzel would have hair just like her .  the long hair down to the back  ;  you know , her signature look .       or has that been fabricated for her to just get adored by people in auradon , hm ?      s’ a bit attention seeking ,  ❜     her skeletal features beamed with a strong smile     ,   embracing her innermost thoughts .    ❛  could you imagine          if your mother’s hair was a prized possession from the museum , stolen and all ?  ❜  

  @hippolytarider​

ten seconds of listening to this girl and she was already ready to commit. hippolyta’s teeth bit into the straw of her iced coffee so hard, the plastic cracked. she took out another straw from the dispenser, ripped off the paper, and stabbed it into the drink. “ ... there was the whole thing where my dad cut off her hair to save her from a life of enslavement by mother gothel, but you know, reading to the end of the story was probably too advanced for you. airhead, ” she muttered. “ if my mother’s hair was there, then it’d be investigated following due procedure. ”

[hippolytarider]

sadieduh‌:

sadie was a little i f f y about trying a s h a k e. she wasn’t even 100% sure what the h e l l it was and she got roped in by someone she didn’t fully t r u s t. what if they p o i s o n her or some shit. back in the isle, their treats weren’t actually all that pleasant, so when she finally took a sip from the straw, she was surprise by the s w e e t n e s s. “holy s h i t.. what the hell is this?” 

hippolyta was in the process of using the straw to mash all the ice-cream and ice when the question was asked. she looked up, eyebrow arched. “ shake. milkshake. it looks like... strawberry ? ” she shrugged. “ i should probably branch out from iced coffees, apparently too much caffeine’s still bad for you even if it’s in cold form, ” she rolled her eyes at herself with a smile.

[hippolytarider]

rcsyredcheeks‌:

“now i wouldn’t call myself l e g e n d a r y.” she replies, shaking her head knowing that one of her brother’s probably would call themselves that, but her? nah. ariella was fully turned, facing the other soft smile already painted on as it always a p p e a r s when she’s speaking to others. “well, i think it’s a m a z i n g and u n i q u e.” ariella states. making a face, she held her hand up pinching her thumb and index finger slightly close together to resemble a l i t t l e. “only a b i t, you kinda look like the t y p e…. no o f f e n s e!” laughing at what she said, she heard plenty of stories. “n o t really… but i think i m i g h t come to this u p c o m i n g party.” 

hippolyta made a show of squinting at the tiny gap between ariella’s fingers, before laughing. “ yikes, okay, i guess i need to rethink my look or something. look less like a partygoer and more serious,” she said, in a mockingly deep voice. “ yeah, you should definitely come, if you want to ! clef’s parties are always something to see. i might drop by for a while just to hang with people. but, okay, when you’re not partying, what else do you like to do ? ”

[hippolytarider]

ofstvtches‌:

          ❝ YOU’VE NEVER REALLY STRUCK ME AS A RULE-BENDER … ❞ He noted , but he guessed he could see it. Hippolyta always seemed like someone so clean cut & strong ; of course , from the little he saw of her. Hard to imagine her doing anything but following the exact rules to a T. ❝ I just think a lot about a lot of people who … don’t realize they’re doing any harm , you know ?? My parents , for example. And … my supposed-to-be hometown , I guess. Nobody there’s evil , but they did one bad thing without really knowing … it was bad. But they’re all still on the Isle ; it’s something I think about a lot. ❞ He wondered often what life would be like if his parents weren’t sent to the Isle , and he was made & raised in Halloweentown instead - but it was hard to imagine something he’d never seen with his own two eyes. ❝ Auradon’s NICE. ❞ He nodded , staring at the floor. ❝ It’s a lot … more than I always pictured it to be. There’s a lot of stuff - and it’s bright. It’s so … bright. Some people aren’t as nice as everyone brags to be , though. ❞   

HIPPOLYTA SHRUGGED, a ‘what can you do?’ smile on her face, complete with shrug. “ I think rules are important. I think there always needs to be common rules and laws that everyone has to adhere to, to make sure no one is more important than anyone else -- or above it, or whatever. Bending the rules just ... comes with making sure the ultimate goal is still being followed. And that ultimate goal is ... probably peace. I don’t even know anymore, ” she admitted, shaking her head. 

As she listened to Samhain explain, the usual rough look on her face, the usual furrowed brow and calculating eyes, softened as she thought about over his words. “ ... I guess that’s when rule-bending comes in again. I’m ... I don’t like how they did the Isle. Honestly. Truthfully. It’s pure imprisonment, not rehabilitation. It should’ve been rehabilitation. There are so many things I would do differently if we could go back twenty years and I wasn’t a toddler, ” she huffed. “ Knowing something isn’t bad is a pretty common thing, I think. So I’m ... sorry that you and your family had to suffer under that. And I ... don’t actually know if apologies are a good thing, or if they’re annoying to hear and I sound like a privileged brat. Are they okay? ” she asked, sincere.

She chuckled a little at the emphasis on Auradon’s ‘brightness’. For effect, she looked outside of the stable and squinted at the sun. “ Yeah, we’ve got a lot of jackasses around here. What are their names? I’ll beat them for you. ”

[hippolytarider]

ofstvtches‌:

          The question seemed simple - an opinion on rules , which would USUALLY warrant a positive or negative , black or white response. But he actually found himself hesitating , stopping and taking a quick moment to think before he opened his mouth to reply.

          ❝ Well … ❞ He rubbed his arm , staring at the floor. ❝ I think RULES are made with good intentions - and I think a lot of them do good and help keep people safe. You know , like they’re meant to do. ❞ He nodded , sure of where he was going in response. ❝ … But. ❞ He looked up at Hippolyta. ❝ Sometimes people sort of … abuse them and sometimes , people use them to do away with people they don’t like for a single misstep. ❞ He thought of his father , unaware he was doing anything wrong by taking Christmas into his own hands , sent to the Isle for a crime he was unaware he was committing. ❝ I follow them - but I feel bad for the people who sort of get blamed for not following them when they don’t know what they’re doing. ❞       

Hippolyta saw him pause to think before speaking, and the action made her smile. While she waited, she checked the balance of her sword, slashing it against the air, before slipping it back into the scabbard. She sat down on the stool and smiled at Samhain. 

“ ... that’s a good answer, ” she said after a while, nodding seriously. “ A better way to phrase what I was thinking -- which was basically the same thing. But I guess, I just ... I’d rather there be rules to bend than no rules at all. Some people live without any rules, without any personal moral code at all -- and those people are -- well, depending on who they are, I’m either worried about them or wary of them. I’ve ... always been the kind of person who bends rules, ” she admitted with a lopsided smile. “ But yeah. The people who find loopholes in rules and then do what they want with them ... that’s a lawyer’s job, ” she crinkled her nose. Then Hippolyta softened. “ How are you finding Auradon, anyway ? ”

[hippolytarider]

opheliarider‌:

          “  kinda  too  late  for  that,  huh  ?  ”  ophelia  chuckled  lightly,  comfort  &  relief  flowing  through  her  at  her  sister’s  presence  alone.  hippy  &  zach  always  had  a  way  of  making  ophelia  happy,  no matter  the  circumstance.  “  it’s  not  like  i’m  blaming  mom  or  dad  or  anything,  i’m  just  —  i  just  wish  things  weren’t  always  so  intense.  ”

“ nah, i don’t think it’s really their fault either, ” she admitted with a sigh. “ if people weren’t there to remember, their story would be just like any other. they’d just be ... living their lives. and i guess that’s the main difference. good or bad, people are gonna remember us. if it ever gets too much, you know you can go to me, right ? ” hippolya asked, concerned.

[hippolytarider]

oflostdreamers‌:

“oh, you care about me,” they crowed, voice light and teasing. “trust me, not worth the effort. besides how does me getting in trouble affect you, like at all? no wait - let me guess. you’ve invested your life in making sure that goodness rings true across the land. at the cost of fun, of course.”

her eyebrow twitched at the teasing tone; she ignored it. “ no, not goodness. ” hippolyta hated how that sounded, but it was true. “ justice. doing the right thing, ” she huffed at the mention of ‘fun’. “ the two aren’t mutually exclusive, let’s just agree to disagree. but you can’t hide the fact that people will be looking at you more closely.  ” 

[hippolytarider]

lvnariism‌:

“ me? following you? ” she asks innocently, opening up her texts. she scrolls to one from an unsaved number and shows it to hippolyta — they both know who sent it. “ don’t flatter yourself. you’re the one that asked me to meet you here. apparently you have something to give back to me? ” she maintains the mask of innocence, but such an angelic look doesn’t quite fit on her impish features. “ sorry, what was that about your definition of fun and mine being different? i don’t really think that’s true, babe. ”

it took her almost a minute. a minute of complete silence, of looking into eyes rimmed by smokey makeup -- the same eyes she’d seen that weekend of the party, over drinks, over a laugh, up the stairs -- and then --

hippolyta furrowed her eyebrows. the bra was in her training bag. she closed her eyes for a second, exhaling sharply. “ okay, let’s just get this over and done with, ” she said, her head and voice lower than before. she sighed again. “ ... i forgot ... it was you. did you know this whole time ? ” hippolyta frowned.

[hippolytarider]

rcsyredcheeks‌:

hearing a voice call her out name caused a soft smile to form across her lips as the other came closer towards her. moonlight shining revealing who it was. laughing slightly, she nods her head. “yeah, it is ariella.. the one and o n l y.” she replies, her smile forming even more looking up at her. “l o v e l y to meet you hippolyta! what a gorgeous name.” she compliments. “oh, are you into the all p a r t y scene too?” 

“the one and only, the legendary,” she joked. hippolyta made sure to stand a good two feet from ariella, stretching her arms and legs a little to help warm down. the more ariella smiled, the more she found herself smiling back. “oh, thanks -- it was either hippolyta or helen, and my parents chose the funnier one --” she laughed. at the mention of the party scene, she laughed again. “that obvious, huh? i’ve been to a few.” maybe all of them. “but i’ve been trying to ... diet my parties a little. doesn’t really look good on my record if i’m caught stabbing a wall with a sword again. i’m guessing you’re not too into the party scene ...?”

[dailyalexandradaddario]

annabeth + that special eye roll

[hippolytarider]

USOA: TASK #001 // CLASS SCHEDULE !

hippolyta rider attends auroria university and is majoring in psychology. these are her classes:

criminology & justice

politics & policy development

comparative criminal justice

history of war

italian

anthropology

sociology

forensic science 

she often uses her planner as a to-do list for non-academic related things. she already began training with the royal guard back in tangletown, and is only studying to have more knowledge in criminology to support her training. she has no idea how to correctly use a planner other than to write as much stuff down as possible. 

[hippolytarider]

‘ i bet you’re loving this , hm ? the team at it’s best . it’s just like old times . ’ // from @svtcllitcs

       ( umbrella academy starters, still accepting !! )

“ ...we’re either bitching, electrocuting people, avoiding people, thinking we have the plague, or just plain fighting people so i think yes. we are at our best, ” hippolyta admitted, crossing her arms over her chest with a proud smile. “ and it’s the first time we’ve all been in the same space in a while. same space-ish. should i carry you on my back for old times’ sake ? or are you too cool for that now ? ” she teased.

[hippolytarider]

‘ we were … we were just kids . little kids . ’ // from @opheliarider

         ( umbrella academy starters, still accepting !! )

hippy’s face softened, holding her hands out so she could hold her sisters’. “ that’s the thing about fairytales. no one ever forgets them. so they expect us to be just as majestic and unforgettable as mom and dad, but ... i mean, we’re fine just as ourselves. we’re already all that, don’t need to add ... a spotlight to it. ”

[hippolytarider]

‘ you never know when to stop , do you ? ’ // from @sebastiancharming

          ( umbrella academy starters, still accepting !! )

“ only because stopping might actually make me physically sick, ” hippolyta jogged in place, warming up her muscles as she prepared for the run across town. “ and i’m also sick of working on something that clearly the universe doesn’t want me working on. so come on, seb, your legs are looking like jelly over there. ”

[stan-lees]

[hippolytarider]

@lvnariism

[hippolytarider]

nightncir‌:

          ELISSIA CROSSED HER legs, ankles digging into the edge of the brick wall. ❝ remember, you’ll always be older than me, so if i’m an old bag, what does that make you ?? ❞ she’d figured it would take patience to be a teacher, though perhaps that was always because her own teachers always looked so exasperated with her. ❝ you’re gonna make those kids go deaf, ❞ she said. ❝ i’m sure they can, they just… well, if enoxie tries to do magic and i’m not there… who knows what might happen ?? ❞

“ AN IDIOT’S GRANDMA, ” she said, without missing a beat. “ or grandma-like figure. i’d still be yelling at all of you. ” becoming a teacher had never been her dream, but it was nice coaching people. “ i’m more excited for helping coach tourney, to be honest. is there a difference between teaching and coaching ?? ” she thought aloud. “ don’t worry, if anything blows up, i’ll be there with a mop and bucket. maybe you can charm them for me. ” 

[hippolytarider]

lvnariism‌:

@hippolytarider

“ so, like, i’ve been wondering—- ” selene plops down in front of hippolyta, levitating a cherry tomato off her salad just because she can. she pops the gem in her mouth ( fresh doesn’t exist on the isle ), swallowing before continuing, “ don’t you ever get bored of being you? like this whole ‘ i gotta be responsible and a hardass ’ thing. i almost feel bad for you. ” a sweet smile pulls at red lips, blue eyes glinting. “ wouldn’t you have more fun with me? ”

“ ... oh my fucking god ... ” hippolyta murmurs to herself. she picks up her bottle of green juice just to be able to do something with her hands that isn’t murdering selene bellerose. “ no, ” she states bluntly. “ why are you following me, anyway. were you a vulture in another life ?? ” she makes a show of trying to shoo selene away. “ your definition of fun, and my definition of fun are two completely different things. ”