𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏

i  am  the  lost  princess    .  .  .    aren't  i  ?

[solehr]

# 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐡𝐫 . . . a portrayal of PRINCESS RAPUNZEL from disney's tangled franchise, with influences from 𝘮𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺 & 𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺. please read rules before interacting.

¹ carrd, ² pinterest, ³ spotify .

[solehr]

what if … i remade.

[solehr]

yeah but what if i just said fuck it and actually wrote here tho

[solehr]

oh my god wait guys i forgot i made this a year ago today

[solehr]

i miss rapunzel but this blog feels cramped to me rn so i think i might remake rip i almost made it a year pls don’t hate me

[osb7]

𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥, 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘦. INSOMNIAC BASED harry osborn, by seffie.

[solehr]

hi uhhhhhhh i made harry a separate blog from my multi so you should follow if you want 💛 @osb7

[solehr]

hi uhhhhhhh i made harry a separate blog from my multi so you should follow if you want 💛 @osb7

[solehr]

hi uhhhhhhh i made harry a separate blog from my multi so you should follow if you want 💛 @osb7

[solehr]

saw a tangled edit on tik/tok and now i’m crying anyways i love this movie so much

[solehr]

rapunzel having insane trust issues after gothel is something that is NOT explored enough in the series. the only woman she knew for her entire life, their entire relationship was based on lies and manipulation and unequal power dynamics. there is an aspect of naivety to her, yes, but that naivety does not inherently mean that she trusts others, especially when presented with how others perceive/treat/react to her.

[solehr]

RABID BARKING

[solehr]

okay daisy and nini made the hatter girls time for me to watch hmc finally and make lettie

[solehr]

okay i also dl the first book

[solehr]

sigh @l3ttie

[denouemente]

her barrage of compliments make him grin. he’s heard people give their fair critiques of his work before, YET NONE OF THEM HAVE MEANT THIS MUCH TO HIM. he knows she understands. to scream until your lungs give out, but to have no one hear you. he didn’t like that rapunzel knew it, yet he found comfort in it. there would always be someone who understood. “ i like them untitled. ” conor says simply, lips pressing into a thin smile. “ my favorite ones always are. i don’t want people to have any expectations going in. mind if i look? ” he reaches for his book, thumbing through the pages until he finds his favorite, one about a storm. IT WAS WRITTEN ON THE FIRST ANNIVERSARY OF HIS PARENTS’ DEATH THAT HE HAD TO SPEND ALONE. rain slammed against the windows of his cabin, water flooded in under the door as sand is washed away by the wind and the water. he smooths the book down the middle, then slides it back to her. “ this one. ” his smile becomes more bashful, cheeks flush pink. “ it was very painful to write. but i don’t think writing is very impactful without some form of emotion behind it, do you? ”

[solehr]

“ now that i think of it, there's a FEW of my paintings i've left untitled. most of those i've gifted to family or friends, but i always felt like the names were the subject of it, who it belongs to, y'know? ” she drags her fingers along the rim of her mug, pulling it closer for another sip while he flips through pages of his notebook, eyes trained on him. rapunzel watches his eyes crinkle at the corners, concentration as his gaze flits across lines, reading for INDICATORS, or simply just remembering. she had seen some of the writing on her initial skim; some of it was dark . . . she thinks back to a few of her pieces when she had finally come home, the context to the darker colors and deeper themes of abandonment and isolation. there's a part of her, a rather shallow part of her heart — unnecessary to dig through — that carries an UNCORDIAL AMOUNT OF DISTASTE that conor knows even a fraction of what that feels like.

but his eyes are on her again, and her stomach FLIPS as she reaches across the small table to pull the notebook back, fingers gently touching his. his cheeks blush, and she's sure her face is reddened at the contact before she's downcast at the OPEN POEM, eyes grazing over words like flooding, and darkened clouds, the empty rise of bile in the throat, the aimless heaving of an empty stomach. it twists something in her, and suddenly all that's on her mind is the foggy landscape she had painted, decorated with harsh blues and the deep red of A CLOAK ON THE FOREST FLOOR. rapunzel grabs her phone, quickly opening it to her photos and scrolls. “ two months after my — stepmother, died . . . i painted this. ” she places it in front of him, open to the painting. she keeps her gaze trained on his notebook. “ i don't think anything is very IMPACTFUL without emotion behind it. ”

[peculiarbeauty-a-deactivated202]

𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦, 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨.

[solehr]

okay daisy and nini made the hatter girls time for me to watch hmc finally and make lettie

[solehr]

okay i also dl the first book

[solehr]

okay daisy and nini made the hatter girls time for me to watch hmc finally and make lettie