#artpunzel

[priinceconsort]

@art-punzel​ liked for a starter

“Welcome to Caelestis. I’m Horace, and who might you be?”

[strawberryfitzsherbert]

@art-punzel LIKED for a SHORT starter ! 

“There doesn’t always need to be some deep meaning, Blondie. Sometimes stuff just happens.”

[sclarsurfcr-blog]

starter from @art-punzel

A few left turns here and there and the cabin boy soon found himself in front of a tall tower, all on its lonesome. His eyes couldn’t really control themselves - it was just a really strange thing to see in the middle of nowhere! He moved closer to the tower, touching it on approach. He could probably scale it, but he wanted to get a better idea of what he was looking at.

After taking a few steps back, he noticed the window was open!

“Hey! Anyone there?”, he called out. It was worth a shot.

[spareisms]

“You have secrets, too, but you don’t have to hide.”

Anna sighed heavily, her eyes misting over for just a moment. The truth was, she didn’t have any secrets – not really. Her life was an open book. She’d never been anywhere outside of ARENDELLE without her sister. She didn’t have many responsibilities besides being the princess of a kingdom who preferred their queen. 

“Elsa had the secrets, I just kept them for her, I guess.” She shrugged and reached out a hand to Rapunzel, who looked so sad that it tore at the redhead’s heart.“But, for a really long time, I didn’t know what those secrets were, or who they were protecting. I didn’t understand all the secrecy and why I wasn’t able to be apart of something that my whole family knew about. And, yeah, it really hurt.

“But trust me, sharing your secret with people, or with someone you trust? It’s the best thing for you! And that doesn’t mean it has to be me just because I’m telling you to share!” She laughed lightly, hoping she was helping her new friend and not, well, freaking her out.

[acutelyarachnophobic]

♥ : Your muse crying about something

The halls of the mostly-empty castle bounced sound around like no one’s business. That gave it exceptionally good acoustics when a certain someone wanted to whistle as he strolled around, looking for long-forgotten things to quietly pocket. (No one would ever miss them.)

As he took a breath, though, a different sound cut in. Confused and more than a little concerned, he followed the noise until he found the princess, all alone, crying into her hands.

Clearing his throat so she wouldn’t feel intruded upon, he made his way to her side and sat down, the whistle long forgotten, it’s cheery melody not at all appropriate. He didn’t have to ask why she was crying in this place. After everything that had happened, it would weigh on anyone.

So, without a word, he draped his arm around her and tugged her in for a leaning side hug.