𝑰𝑵𝑭𝑨𝑴𝑶𝑼𝑺 & 𝑫𝑨𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮. @prinzherbert - Tumblr Blog

you fucking child

a.k.a baby james being salty af in bolivia

poisonedfairest‌:

“Want to hear a secret ? Promise not to tell ?”

“Why -- yes! Yes, I do want to hear a secret. I am an excellent secret-listener-to-er.” But a secret keeper...? Yikes, not so much.

#; ( v: tba )#; ( chat )#poisonedfairest

{ open }

“Are we on the same page with this?”

#tangled rp #tangled roleplay #; ( v: tba )#; ( open )#open disney rp #indie disney rp

???

“Wow, would ya look at the time -- “

#; ( open )#; ( chat )#; ( v: tba )

bcthgreene:

Her eyes rolled to the sky, she was sure she’d regret offering up a drawing to him. Beth rummaged through her backpack taking out her sketchbook and pencil before moving to get situated, back up against a tree.

❝Think you can keep your lips from flappin’ too much?❞ She was smug as she opened up to an empty page, starting her sketch.

“That’s part of my charm and part of the challenge, isn’t it?”

Flynn felt bad for tricking her into some free art, but not that bad. She would have said no if she didn’t want to, right? The guilt crept up until he saw her hand begin to move. And now there was this incredibly strange feeling down his spine, between nervous and afraid.

“Hey, you don’t have to do it, if you don’t want to. I appreciate it, though, so, if you want to, go ahead, I won’t stop you.”

#; ( chat )#; ( v: tba )#bcthgreene

bcthgreene:

@prinzherbert continued from here

❝Button nose, huh?❞ She asked, a smirk on her lips as her fingertips rubbed the end of her nose. She had always been self-conscious of her nose, ever since the third grade when Missy Pelham said she had a pig nose.

Beth seriously doubted the man was at all self-conscious about anything—he oozed confidence. But—if it made him feel better, she could sketch a more flattering picture of him.

❝I can sorta draw.❞

The stages of grief took hold of Flynn’s heart and features as Beth said she could draw. Of course she could, she was like a creepy twin of Rapunzel which was a whole other thing -- point is, she had a skill and he had a need.

“You really think you can handle all this?” He gestured to his face once more, a lavish grin shot down at her. “it’s a challenge few are ready for, but I’ll allow you the chance.”

#; ( chat )#; ( v: tba )#bcthgreene

❝I dunno—the nose looks about right to me...❞ ( IDK WHAT THIS IS SORRY)

"Ouch Blondie. I’m hurt, nay, wounded -- wounded!”

Call it a weakness, but Flynn? He was a man of priorities, and his priority was to find someone who could draw his nose. And look! It wasn’t even that hard. He would do it, but he was too busy with the whole hunt so -- she’s wrong, and that’s okay. She means well. Hopefully.

“See here, how it kinda -- hooks? Y’see that? No, you don’t, because my nose doesn’t do that!” He gestured between his face and the rendering, beside himself. Literally, figuratively, spiritually... It was a lot.

“Imagine if someone drew your little button nose as a watermelon, then get back to me.”

#; ( answer )#bcthgreene #( he's passionate )

qotsgifs

#; ( fc )#( MAKES HANDS )#; ( q )

gargoyles42

“James I think is the most fun because he has a lot of hair. Thick, beautiful hair. I don’t think he likes makeup but he does like to come sit in the hair chair.” - Joann Stafford-Chaney, Hair Stylist (The Hairstyles of Season 2)

#( what a face )#; ( fc )#; ( q )

qotsgifs

insp

#; ( fc )#; ( q )

sinsailstheseas:

❝ Sounds like a plan to me. ❞ Sinbad knew his type, they didn’t care about physical affection or any of that mushy shit because they had made their beds when they chose their ‘ so-called-professions ’ ; it was practically a lifelong deal. To be on the run from the law but to never slow down for anyone or anything, a never ending adventure. The only way that the pirate knew was because he saw that within himself.

❝ Here’s the actual plan ; those two men are the Prime Ministers of the next kingdom over aka: incredibly rich as they are being transported out of the port as we speak in their fancy-shmancy carriage on their way to the castle, you and I, will be waiting over the rooftops as we are now and jump on their ride. You subdue the driver while I go inside and tie the passengers up, you drive into the alley way which will give me about 5 minutes to get everything in order then before the carriage gets out, you and I will jump out and make our way back to the port and aboard my ship ─ unless you wanna take your chances somewhere else, where we can continue to fight over who gets what. . Think you can handle something as easy as that, Rider? ❞

Colour Flynn surprised; the guy had a plan, and it sounded good. Except for the closed carriage thing, yikes, he hated those things. He liked the idea of going onto the outside of the carriage, but that left room for Sinbad to scurry away with the goods. It also left him out in the open.

"Why do I have to take the driver? You’re more the rough-em-up type, look at those arms,” he gestured, a grit to his teeth as he grinned. “How about you take out the driver, and I go for the guys inside? I’ll keep ‘em busy, you drive us, blah, blah, blah -- I have faith in you.”

#sinsailstheseas #; ( v: i've been everywhere )#; ( chat )

georgeprimeape:

“Yes!” He has no sense of guile. He doesn’t even know what guile means.

“As much as you wanna grab some apples from a cart, you have to ask. Or, pay. Or do it secretly, y’know, not so obvious...”

#georgeprimeape #; ( chat )#; ( v: i've been everywhere )

I’ll be bouncing between Flynn & Syndrome -- why do I gravitate towards theatrical animated dudes.

#; ( o o c )

sinsailstheseas:

Kid was just something that he called everyone, that soft looking face of his didn’t help his case. . what was his name again? Oh well. Didn’t really matter at the moment. ❝ How about 20 percent and a kiss ━ Lucky you. ❞ As the two of them bickered over their cut, their little heist was getting further and further away.

“Nice redirection, terrible rate.” Flynn leaned into the ‘not buying it’ territory, because who’d want to kiss him as a bartering tool? He’d dealt with plenty of people in his life, on the streets and sheets, and a kiss wasn’t gonna make him balk. Except, it kinda fell into the oldest profession, which he’d not had to dip into (yet).

“Let’s get the goods and then barter the split, Romeo?”

#; ( chat )#; ( v: i've been everywhere )#sinsailstheseas

thiefslegend-a

uncharted 4: henry avery’s mansion.

#; ( aes )

headmonstress:

❝ As much as I appreciate your accurate adoration, —- you cannot punch poison. ❞

“Do you have poison, or are they gonna -- “ Flynn waved a hand in her direction, unsure f it was better or worse to embrace the bizarre woman in front of him. “Not important! Maybe just, uh, get a really big dress.”

#; ( chat )#; ( v: i've been everywhere )#headmonstress

sinsailstheseas:

❝ I SAID YOU CAN HAVE TEN PERCENT, KID.❞ Don’t make him repeat himself. ❝ If you’d rather just cut it off here and I’ll just take it all, be my guest. ❞

!!! - kid? Flynn must’ve been around the same age as this guy, how could he -- kid? Kid? Ooh boy. He swallowed down the urge to snap, as visibly fine as he could manage. “How about sixty, forty?”

#sinsailstheseas #; ( chat )#; ( v: i've been everywhere )

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