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@nottooshallow
-ˏˋ Héctor Rivera ˊˎ-
“ Dead as a doorknob ! ”
❥ / my own / potrayal of Disney’s character from Coco
❥ Spanish / English
❥ mirrored length ( mostly literate writing )
❥ contains mature themes
❥ Lewd is done privately, and preferably with human Héctor
❥ au’s / multishipped / multiverse
so, uhh. hey. this is selly, aka earjacks aka HISMUSICIAN__ on twitter. this is a rp account for Miguel Rivera, from disney’s coco. i have no idea how to use tumblr but here we are. this is just a temporary pinned so don’t worry—.
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Love that surpasses Loss
Ella’s dress was getting dirty but in that moment as like others in her passed she didn’t care. Nothing in that moment mattered but her parents. She till didnt understand not truley how her parents even died. It didn’t make sense.. or maybe that part of her still didn’t want to accept it. She didn’t think she ever would. How can someone accept it? Ella had overcome many strife in her life and to anyone it might seem perfect but nothing was perfect but she knew she always had a lot to be thankful for especially in a hard time like this.
Wiping her eyes she looked to her left to see a familiar face. “Anastasia.” She called out standing up carefully and brushing her hands together to wipe the dirt off and the flower petal that fell off and cling to her hand. “Are you alright?” She asked softly making her way over stepping cautiously and being mindful of the other graves. Despite their rocky history Ella still cared for her step sister and always would.
The Tremaine house, ever since Sir Francis’ untimely death, had always been rocky. Without him, Lady Tremaine had become something entirely different than what Anastasia and Drizella had been used to.
And after Cinderella’s departure from the house, she had forced her two daughters to do most of the chores and still expected them to marry wealthy Lords.
Anastasia, perhaps not wanting to provoke her mother’s fury, rarely spoke her mind. Perhaps also because she rarely thought on her own, after all. Her destiny had always been in her mother’s hands. But upon being told at tea time that they were to receive the visit of yet another pair of suitors, Anastasia just felt... completely defeated.
Because no matter how hard she tried, none of these suitors ever came back.
To Lady Tremaine’s follow-up letter, the men all replied something along the lines of the Tremaine girls simply being too plain for their tastes, or they didn’t think they could hear themselves think if they kept hearing Drizella play the harpsichord in the background or—
Bottom line? Anastasia had ran. For she was exhausted of being rejected. And she had to come to the conclusion that...
“I’ll never find True Love, will I?”
Those were the exact words that she had pronounced, as her entire form was hunched over the stone of her father’s grave. Oh, how she missed him... There were tears. And these were the tears of a girl that had held in her grief for far too long, all for the sake of not disappointing her mother in public. But she was alone now, wasn’t she...? The cemetery was a safe place in a way... right...?
Anastasia... Are you alright?
That voice. She recognized it. It was way too perfect. Way too graceful to belong to anybody other than... Cinderella.
Before she turned her head to face the blonde, Anastasia sniffled, and tried her best to dry her tears. Then, she looked over at the kingdom’s new princess. She was still so... beautiful. And... and everything the Tremaine girl was not.
Anastasia could already feel her jealousy r i s i n g.
“What do you want?” the redhead asked.
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GASTON TURNED TO LEFOU, WHO SPOKE on behalf of them both. “I.. I think we’d both prefer to stay inside for tea, or something, we’re both really exhausted from the journey.” With a nod of approval from Gaston, LeFou became quiet once more, casting a faint smile towards Drizella.
GASTON, ON THE OTHER HAND, seemed entirely uninterested in Anastasia. She didn’t live up to his type, and wasn’t the fondest of Madame Tremaine trying to force this upon him. But for politeness’ sake, he’d comply.
A bit disappointed at that, Anastasia however nodded, trying her best to look as understanding as she could. Drizella did the same, and then Lady Tremaine, gestured for the two gentlemen to sit down again., She then looked over at their daughters to do do the same, and perhaps remind them that they were to be as graceful as a ballerina. Not only did their looks counted a lot in this situation, but so did their manners.
But anyone who knew Anastasia Tremaine knew that she was quite the clumsy type. In fact, both girls were. But out of the two, the redhead was the clumsiest. Drizella? Well, she was the most annoying.
So as Anastasia’s hands reached for the teapot, Lady Tremaine cleared her throat, which of course prompted the girl to stop, and awkwardly lean back in her seat.
It was Drizella who served the four of them a cup.
And while she did that, Anastasia was going to try herself at opening up the conversation. “So... Sir Gaston, Sir LeFou... What do you both do?” she asked, bringing both of her hands together in her lap, not yet reaching for her cup of tea.
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LEFOU EXPECTED AS MUCH, that they’d both pay more attention to Gaston, and he wasn’t offended- he understood the preference for someone more attractive, more normal. Gaston reveled in the attention as usual, and LeFou, while a bit jealous, kept to himself.
LADY TREMAINE CHIMED IN. “Gaston, why don’t you acquaint yourself with Anastasia a bit? And As for you, Drizella, I’m sure LeFou could use some company.” If seemed she was set on getting them paired up as well.
At Lady Tremaine’s encouragement, Anastasia suddenly could hear wedding bells in her mind as she took a more than willing step forward towards the ravishing hunter.
And perhaps she was stifling another laugh at her sister’s face, for Drizella, though very much trying not to look it, was as disappointed as one could imagine. But she nevertheless obeyed.
Pleased with her mother’s decision, the redhead grinned widely at Gaston. “Should we go and take a walk, then?” she suggested, subtly batting her lashes.
I’ll be working on icons here soon,
but boy are they time consuming.
If I haven’t replied to you yet, it’s because I’m trying to find the time and will to make them.
Thank you for your patience! 😅
— About the writer —
Thought I’d throw a proper introduction of myself on your dashboard today.
So hi! I’m known as #TʜᴇUɴꜱᴇᴇɴ.
I’m a 24-year-old Canadian female addicted to Skittles, Doritos, and good stories.
My first language is : French.
I’ve been on various different platforms to roleplay. Started out on forums, tried Facebook for a year or two, but found the best of friends and writers on Twitter. I’m still learning the ropes of roleplaying on Tumblr, but I am a quick learner.
Bottom line? I’ve always liked to write, have a writing experience of a good 7 to 8 years, and I am always craving for more!
So, feel free to write with me whenever you like. This muse (Hades) will be mostly here for crack and such. As for my other muses?
Feel free to follow and bother any of them with a starter or a question:
Belle | Aurora | Anastasia Tremaine | Attina
More shall be added if I feel like it! 😇
*note that some of these muses I am only slowly moving them from Twitter to Tumblr. Therefore, some ongoing plots are being continued here. So please don’t find it weird if something seems to happen out of the blue for them, or if I refer to an event in the past. If you need context to write with me, I’ll be more than happy to provide it!
**one more thing: they are all side blogs, so I will always be following you back from this main blog, @thcunseen.
Reblog if I'm allowed to send you in character asks even if we have never talked before.
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THE TWO BOYS LOOKED OVER THEIR hostesses. Lady Tremaine was intimidating, yes… and, the girls were fairly- plain? They weren’t anything they hadn’t seen before, neither unusually beautiful nor ugly. They seemed like fine noblewomen.
ON THE OTHER HAND, there was a stark difference between the two boys. Gaston was tall, rugged, handsome, even in his adolescence. LeFou was quite feminine, having not yet grown much of his facial hair and still having the feminine curves he’d be known for in adulthood. He also looked fairly ethnic, much like his father, except with slightly lighter eyes.
GASTON INTRODUCED HIMSELF FIRST, and then introduced LeFou for him. LeFou bowed. “Pleasure to meet you, Mademoiselles. Thank you for allowing us to stay the week, Madame.”
A fair warning: both Tremaine sisters were not only plain-looking, but they were plain inside as well. Vain, actually.
So of course, both pair of eyes set on the most muscular of the two men, and both Anastasia and Drizella were perfectly charmed to see him in their living room. As for LeFou?
Well, let’s just say that both girls were going to put all of their eggs in one basket, and compete for the hunter’s attention.
“A week?!” the sisters questioned in unison, looking towards their mother. It was said on a half excited, perhaps half nervous tone. To them, it simply meant that they had just a week to get to know these men, and seduce them enough so they would propose.
Lady Tremaine’s gaze felt rather heavy on them, and so the two girls were compelled to extend their hands at both men in order to properly greet them. With politeness towards Gaston and forced interest towards LeFou, they introduced themselves as well.
“I’m Drizella.” one said, performing a curtsy.
“And I am Anastasia.” the other added, a flirtatious gaze towards the taller man. “Welcome to our home, we’re very much pleased to have you here.”
—【 @lepcpillcn 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫! 】
There really wasn’t much that pleased Anastasia that morning. Not the food that she was being served, nor the tea or the cup that it was served in.
And was there a valuable reason for the redhead’s foul mood? Absolutely not. She had just woken up (way too early in her book!) that morning and had immediately felt sick and disgusted about everything.
After breakfast, the young woman had no desire to even do anything. Not even draw, which was usually her go-to activity when she had nothing better to do. Drizella and her mother? Well they were downstairs, doing whatever they pleased.
Anastasia looked at her reflection in the mirror.
Looks count for everything. She heard Lady Tremaine’s voice in her head multiple times, and so she was compelled to just add some more blush to her cheeks, and red to her lips.
But that didn’t help with her rotten mood.
And she had to take it out on somebody. Now where was that mad, blonde-haired woman she had for a stepsister?
“CINDERELLAAAAAAA!”
𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒇𝒍𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐧~
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏~
𝙰 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚘𝚛 ‘𝙺𝚒𝚝,’ 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚢'𝚜 𝙲𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊.
❝ You just don't know when to quit. . .❞
༄ 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚 ⊰⊹
Mermaid Heiress to the throne of Atlantica
An independent, literate and descriptive portrayal of Princess Attina from Disney’s The Little Mermaid (1989) and The Little Mermaid : Ariel’s Beginning (2008).
Tag dump~
—【 @knowngrief 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫! 】
It was known to most that Anastasia Tremaine, much like her sister, was perhaps considered a plain and talentless girl. And if jealousy had a name? It was Tremaine.
There wasn’t much to her, so why was the young woman so full of herself and overconfident?
And as talentless and clumsy as she was, Anastasia was something else: stubborn. Which could either be a bad trait or a quality. But she would never stop trying.
Mainly, she would never stop trying to make her mother proud. After finding True Love (a dream that had yet to come true!), it was the only thing she aspired to. But unfortunately, a talentless girl such as herself had such few things to go on. So how was she supposed to make Lady Tremaine proud?
She sat there, in the small boudoir, pensive, though her eyes went right to her exquisite-looking mother that had just entered the room… and she just… waited for an idea.
“Anastasia, don’t stare, it’s rude.” Marguerite said when she noticed her daughter’s intent gaze fixed upon her. It made her uncomfortable, like she was back in her father’s house, under her mother’s scrutiny.
Stand up straight, Marguerite! A lady does not slouch, do not speak so loud, a lady’s voice should never get above a whisper!
Nevermind that she was a grown woman and her mother was long cold in the ground. The years of being told she wasn’t good enough and looked at as if she were a piece of meat still affected her.
“If you have something to say, say it.”
And so the redhead averted her gaze upon being caught staring. Embarrassed by her own actions, Anastasia did not speak immediately, but instead just silently sighed to herself. No matter the amount of staring she did, she still had no true idea on how to make her mother proud.
Apart from finding a suitor of noble blood, and get married to him, that is.
“I was just...”
Then she dropped it. Sometimes she wished she could talk to her mother. Truly talk to her. Ever since Sir Francis Tremaine’s death, it had been almost impossible to do so, for both the mother and daughter had, without a doubt, put up walls that separated them.
“Nevermind...”
The young woman simply adjusted the skirt of her dress, before standing up from her seat. She was off to go make some tea.
After all, without Cinderella around now, they had to do everything themselves. Which, frankly, was exhausting to both Anastasia and Drizella.
// TREMAINE SISTERS //
Breakfast? It had been prepared, but most things got burned in the process now, since Cinderella wasn’t there to make those toasts as good as they were. The Tremaine girls’ fingers also were very much burned by the pots and pans, and their hands were dry, due to all the scrubbing that was needed in order for those pots and pans to be used again.
Burnt fingers and egos aside, Anastasia and Drizella were sitting at the table with their mother, dressed, as always, in colorful gowns. It was dead silence. Nobody really did speak, and Lady Tremaine? Well she longed for the day that she wouldn’t be embarrassed by the clumsy pair Anastasia and Drizella were.
So? She had a plan for them.
“Anastasia. Drizella.” Lady Tremaine let out on a rather serious tone, wiping her mouth after having swallowed some scrambled eggs.
And that caught the Tremaine girls’ attention. They both looked up, unsure of what their mother was going to tell them. Oh! Were they to be praised for their breakfast this morning? Anastasia herself thought there had been some sort of improvement in the way that she did not burn the eggs!
“I have found the both of you suitors of noble blood. And they are coming this morning to meet you… Do not disappoint me… Again!”
Well! That certainly was… unexpected!
The Tremaine sisters looked at each other in surprise. Flabbergasted, in fact. And the young redhead that was Anastasia was about to open her mouth to say something, ask just… how rich these men were! But as usual… She was cut off by her own mother.
“Well?! Leave this table immediately, go make yourself look per-fect-ly presentable… NOW!”
And that’s when Anastasia and Drizella stood promptly, already bickering as they ran upstairs to the room they shared to make themselves look gorgeous.
GASTON AND LEFOU WERE MAKING THEIR WAY to the estate where the Tremaine family lived. Gaston was on horseback, and LeFou was walking– out of preference, mind you, he wasn’t forced– just deadly afraid of horses. Luggage was shared between LeFou and the horse, the horse carrying the bulk of it, but LeFou carrying as much as he could as to not be seen as a burden.
THE TWO ARRIVED, and LeFou set down the bags he was carrying, wiping the sweat from his brow. Gaston knocked on the door, prideful smile beaming.
“GIRLS!” Lady Tremaine shouted, impatient as ever.
The two sisters were still upstairs when the knock on the door was heard and at their mother’s call, Drizella had unfortunately traced a very embarrassing line of lipstick on her cheek. And that? That caused Anastasia to get into a fit of rather loud laughter, which was suddenly interrupted by the thunder of heels coming in the hallway.
“They’re here, you twits!”
Drizella looked at her mother, and her mother looked at her in horror, before hissing through her teeth : “Go, ｗａｓｈ your face and ｈｕｒｒｙ downstairs.”
“Anastasia, come down at once!”
Now the gentlemen had already been shown to the parlor where tea and various snacks had been served, while they waited to see the two Tremaine girls.
And soon enough? The two of them walked in with their heads held high, each dressed in their favorite color. Anastasia, in pink, was still stifling some laughter at her sister’s misfortune.
Anastasia and the Baker ♡
// 🥖 They can make sweet baguettes together! 😌
— 【 @imbicilite 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚! 】
Breakfast? It had been prepared, but most things got burned in the process now, since Cinderella wasn’t there to make those toasts as good as they were. The Tremaine girls’ fingers also were very much burned by the pots and pans, and their hands were dry, due to all the scrubbing that was needed in order for those pots and pans to be used again.
Burnt fingers and egos aside, Anastasia and Drizella were sitting at the table with their mother, dressed, as always, in colorful gowns. It was dead silence. Nobody really did speak, and Lady Tremaine? Well she longed for the day that she wouldn’t be embarrassed by the clumsy pair Anastasia and Drizella were.
So? She had a plan for them.
“Anastasia. Drizella.” Lady Tremaine let out on a rather serious tone, wiping her mouth after having swallowed some scrambled eggs.
And that caught the Tremaine girls’ attention. They both looked up, unsure of what their mother was going to tell them. Oh! Were they to be praised for their breakfast this morning? Anastasia herself thought there had been some sort of improvement in the way that she did not burn the eggs!
“I have found the both of you suitors of noble blood. And they are coming this morning to meet you... Do not disappoint me... Again!”
Well! That certainly was... unexpected!
The Tremaine sisters looked at each other in surprise. Flabbergasted, in fact. And the young redhead that was Anastasia was about to open her mouth to say something, ask just... how rich these men were! But as usual... She was cut off by her own mother.
“Well?! Leave this table immediately, go make yourself look per-fect-ly presentable... NOW!”
And that’s when Anastasia and Drizella stood promptly, already bickering as they ran upstairs to the room they shared to make themselves look gorgeous.
