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[itisweselton]

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//As far as the riskiest thing the Duke of Weselton has done concerning this entire role-play, it would have to be confessing his feelings in that last rp ask. And as far as actual Frozen canon goes, it was the Duke abandoning all thought of social class and etiquette out of his fear of dying from the eternal winter in Arendellle.

[captainredjessica]

It seems there is no one around so guess what James is going to wrap his arms around her, pull her into a close embrace, and begin placing kisses and nuzzles against her hair and face.

Jessica giggled at the sudden affection but couldn’t help but nuzzle and hug him back. “Happy Valentine’s James.”

[fairestyoungheart-blog]

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Basket full on goodies balanced on her wrist, Snow knew the path to the dwarves cottage like the back of her hand. Of course, someone could send the baked goods to the cottage, but where was the fun in that?

Her path led her down to the water side, diverting her slightly from the mines. Snow White had walked down this path multiple times, she could even walk it with her eyes closed.

[itisweselton]

"Now now, little Duke, why are y' so upset? You don't look so bad in fur," the pirate joshed with an amused grin and rough chuckle. ((I am so very sorry he is a douchebag and had to make commentarY))

The ill-tempered Duke whirled about towards that regretfully familiar voice behind him. “You!” he snarled. “What brings you here, pirate? Come to gloat now, are we?!” The Duke then pointed up his index finger in emphasis. “But not for long, I say! Not when I inform my King of what these imbecilic morons have done to mock the glory of Weselton! We’ll see who’s laughing then!” he finished and clenched his hand in a fist at his side, eyes blazing.

[smalladventurer-archive]

Upon a window sill toward the back of the mouse's house, a few days following his birthday, a handful of gold coins laid on a piece of parchment with only 'Happy Birthday, Mouse' written in elegant hand written upon it, and said coins were arranged in a not uncommonly known silhouette of the mouse's head and ears.

Mickey had been busy putting up thanksgiving decorations when he caught a little glimmer of gold in one of the back windows. “Aww, captain..” He said once he got a good look, pulling the coins in.

[in-harmxny-blog]

(( ☞:five things my muse is good at ))

((Thank you!))

“Well, I’m very good at singing! Oh, and dancing! Also Scuttle’s told me that I’m very good at finding treasures. I’ve also been told I’m good for an adventure. It’s so much fun to explore, I do it all the time! I’ve also been told I’m very good at chasing my dreams. When you have detrimation, you can accomplish anything!”

[lieutenant-sinclair-blog]

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▽:the first job my muse ever had

“Well, I would say my first real job was when I was approached by Whitmore Industries in 1911. Rourke had recommended me, and at the time I served as a bodyguard and chauffeur to Mr. Whitmore.”

[itisweselton]

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(( What my muse does when it snows )):

//The Duke doesn’t like the cold very much. He’s the type to get sick easily after a while so he wouldn’t want to go outside often in winter. Plus he isn’t a fan of fun and games in the snow either (exhibit A). In fact, the whole idea of rolling around in snow banks always gets him nervous  because he’s so preoccupied over his fragile health (exhibit B). Basically then, he spends his time not going outside more than he has to and be near a large fireplace.