#humamerrytune

[thegoofyholler-blog]

@humamerrytune

The raging storm outside was the worst the mountainside had seen in years. Rain came hammering down against the windows, wind howling like hungry wolves past the towers, thunder causing the foundations to rumble terribly. “Not a fit night out for man or beast,” Cogsworth had muttered without thinking.

The Beast snarled once at the clock before turning his attention back to the window, watching the violent tempest as it fell upon the woods beyond the castle gates. He was almost fascinated by this storm... but then again there was so little entertainment in his castle anymore, anything could seem fascinating to Beast these days.

Cogsworth chuckled nervously when his Master snarled, quickly muttering an apology. “Ah--slip of the tongue, Master... silly old saying, isn’t it? Whoever thought of it didn’t know what they were talking about--obviously.” The servant paused in his rambling then, and the sudden silence had the Beast curious. He glanced down to see the clock staring at something outside, and he followed his gaze to see something moving through the rain, across the long bridge and to the castle gates.

“A traveler?” Cogsworth muttered. “Who would be out in this weather?”

[bexmuses]

[ text ]: I don’t want to go out today. I’d rather wear wet socks all day.

[ text: Sophie White]: You can wear wet socks outside.[ text: Sophie White]: Trust me, I know.[ text: Sophie White]: I’ve danced in wet socks in the forest. It can be done.

[twin-mercenaries]

♔

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their (brother’s) clothes Rowan cleared his throat loudly to announce himself, trying to minimize whatever embarrassment he might inflict on this poor girl.“Not sure how thrilled Soren will be if he finds out you’ve been wearing his jacket.” He said. Soren was pretty protective of that jacket. It was a nice one.

[princebete-archived-moved]

@humamerrytune​

Her gaze slowly traveled up. And up. And up. And every inch made her hands shake a tiny bit more. His waistcoat was certainly impeccable, and his voice, when he’d spoken those few words, had been pleasing to her ear. But–

But! How could the council do this to her? Arrange a marriage at long last, find a suitable consort, and not tell her until now, when it was too late, when he stood before her? She’d had no time to prepare, to grow accustomed to the idea.

To refuse.

Too late now. She clasped her traitorous hands together and looked into the eyes of her future husband. Her breath rushed out all at once.

“Oh!” They were the most beautiful eyes she’d ever seen. And she was caught, frozen like a startled deer.

⟅ ⚜ His gazes creates a veil over the princess, just as she looks up and makes her soft exclamation-- a long downward glance returns hers. The disclosure to their arrangement was not just a shock to her, but also himself. Unaware until recently, Adam felt it right to carry a bane against their perpetrators over this deal.  Not because he disagrees with their choice, but the way in which they went abobut it. Yet-- the idea of an arranged marriage has the prince curious about the counsel’s choice towards whom he would wed. For it does not seem to be all so bad.  Expecting to tower over them like a far off storm cloud, yet remain as humble and still as an unseen mountain--Eyes make their contact with hers. Red lips, pale skin-- tender in stature. Gentle-- like he.

❝ My Princess.❞

The prince takes this moment to bow to her. To establish respect would be a good first impression. Not only in etiquette but in the practice of courtship and obtain their fondness.  For if they are to be married, then he must follow these rules.  Even as it may come naturally to others, for Adam the ability does not flow in his favor. ⚜ ⟆

[runningracingdancingchasing]

humamerrytune

  Flynn = red -igan = little (a diminutive) Rider =...

Now I keep thinking of the Baker’s Wife in Into The Woods singing “I’m in the wrong STO-ryyy!” XD

Funny, I keep thinking of that pic I drew of Eugene dressed in Phillip’s outfit. XD

[tangledbea]

Do you know if the Rapunzels in the Parks have made any adjustments to include the new info from the series?

Some have, some haven’t. My guess is that it’s not (yet?) required viewing for them. (My ex was Shrek at Universal, and so I learned a little backstage stuff. For example, the Shrek characters are required to know Shrek, 2 and 3, but not 4, so it may be the same for the Rapunzel and Eugene at the parks.)

I know Eugene still signs things “Flynn Rider” (frankly, I don’t see them ever changing that). But whether or not the FCs know the series is dependent upon the individuals.

[thegoofyholler-blog]

☂+

☂ = giving them their jumper cape to keep warm + Reversed!

Another day, and still the storm carried on, gray skies blotting out the sun and drenching the mountain with cold rain. The weather did little to improve Beast’s mood, or motivate him to get out of bed that morning, but at last boredom got the better of him. 

He rolled out of bed, lumbering out of his room to wander the castle, as he was accustomed to. Perhaps he might go down to the sitting room for a bit, sit in his favorite chair by the fire. But as he neared the door, he found it ajar, a bit of fire light already spilling out from the open space. Carefully, he peered inside.

Snow White, it seemed, had already had that idea. She was there now, curled up not on his chair but on the little couch, still draped in the white nightgown from the night before. He breathed a sigh, remembering his promise never to be seen, and he almost turned to go before noticing a little shiver from the girl. Was she cold, in spite of the fire?

He paused a moment, regarding his red cape. After a moment’s consideration, he took it off of his shoulders, carefully pushing the door open just enough to reach in and drop the cape over the back of another chair, quick to step back out and close the door again.

[bexmuses]

💍

Send me ‘💍’ for our muses to wake up married after a night of heavy drinking

Phillip felt a warm body under his arm. This was not wholly unusual, and he held onto whoever it was, drawing them closer and nuzzling into their hair. Her hair, probably. His head throbbed, but not really painfully, and it was an indication of a good night. Lazy lips peppered the shell of an ear with soft kisses. “Morning,” he murmured in a voice like honey. The very least he could do was be pleasant the morning after bedding someone.

He opened his eyes in the still-dim room and gazed at the hair and face of the woman in his arms. Oh! Snow! Well, there could certainly be worse people, though he admittedly didn’t know she had it in her. He hoped he hadn’t been too impolite…

He closed his eyes again and thought about the night before, and his calm demeanor slowly became a little less calm. He remembered a lot of drinking and laughter, which was fine, and kisses. and Snow’s voice telling him that, if she had her way, she’d marry him right now.

And then him replying, “Well, why not?”

He opened his eyes again and lifted his hand off her. A band of gold glinted on his ring finger, and his pulse raced. Uh-oh…