❛ sometimes you gotta -- BOOM ! ❜ he punches his fist into the palm of his hand / trying to look cool . ❛ persuade ‘em a little . ❜ it isn’t working .
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❛ sometimes you gotta -- BOOM ! ❜ he punches his fist into the palm of his hand / trying to look cool . ❛ persuade ‘em a little . ❜ it isn’t working .
@irnmaidn / starter call !
i initially followed you on my multi bc i saw you around through a few mutuals and thought your writing was lovely. stayed bc ur writing IS lovely & your characterization is incredible and so true to cass's character, plus you're just a gem to have around ooc! i love chatting with you and the dash feels more friendly & happy when i see u around <3
what brought you here, and what made you stay? (accepting)
yayyyy! I mean you’re the resident Cass Expert so if you think my cass is good than i’ll take that as high marks lmao. i’m glad we can join forces for double the good good cass content >:3c
@irnmaidn | starter call.
“DAVVEBIEGGA MEARAS LEA,” SHE SANG, PUSHING some of Cass’s curls away from her face. Her voice was soft, no force behind it, more like a whisper than anything else. The words felt right in her mouth, even as they held a twinge of strangeness that never came when her mother had sang the song. “Doppe johka mas leat muittožat, oađe njálgát biiggážan.”
It was late, the sky seemingly lightening again after a few hours deep black. At the right time of year, there may be a splash of light across it, a painting of greens and purples. Under her movement, the fringe of her mother’s shawl tickled the back of her hand, and she smiled before completing the opening of the lullaby.
“Dasgo dán jogas gávnnat buot.” The first verse finished, she wondered if she should go onto the second, or just let them both sit in the quiet together.
in rapunzel's queen verse, does her wardrobe change at all once she officially takes over ?
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rapunzel’s attire as a princess is very carefree , while still adhering to certain rules : she has shorter sleeves , simple colors and designs , specific dress lengths she must keep to ( even if she does like to tuck the hem up a bit ) . she sticks to purple and pinks with black , white , and yellow accents , and all of rapunzel’s dresses have the coronan sun embroidered somewhere on them , if very subtle . there’s never particularly any jewelry on her as she truly only has her tiara , and with the first twenty years of her life gone to gothel , frederic and arianna didn’t have anything of importance made for her or in commemoration , aside from inherited crown jewels that would obviously be passed on down the royal line .
as queen , however , rapunzel’s entire wardrobe shifts drastically to more formal wear : long sleeves with capped shoulders , fringed lace ribbon necklines , floor sweeping skirts in deep colors of purple and gold , intense reds and navy . rapunzel’s hair is almost always braided and as up as it can go to stay out of her way ( she does occasionally let it down when around friends and when it’s washing day ) . although she hates it , she does wear shoes : mainly flats and kitten heels as years of barefooted walking with the heavy weight of her hair has slightly altered the arch in her feet . rapunzel rarely wears her tiaras and crowns save for when necessary , and tends to follow suit with england’s royal traditions of crown wearing . rapunzel was coronated using her father’s crown , and is often seen wearing her mother’s pearls .
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It was almost surreal how similar Catra and Cass were. --- Even their names both started with a C No doubt they’d make fantastic friends, at least -- that’s what Rapunzel thought.
“I SWEAR, you’ll love her --” the glossy haired blonde exclaimed. Arm curling around Catra’s as they made their way toward the stables.
“She’s super strong and cool and feisty. Just like you”
(A tad stand offish and grumpy at times ---but she’d leave that little detail out for the time being)
It just sounded SO exciting to have a new BFF they could share. Rapunzel already adored the catgirl — and knew Cassandra would warm up to her too.
They’d be like the three musketeers! The ultimate trio! GIRL POWER ALL THE WAY. ---- okay, maybe she was getting ahead of herself. Introductions still needed to be done.
Once they reached their destination, sun maiden dragged her companion through the door. “Casssss, I have someone you have to meet.”
Releasing Catra’s arm --she skipped over to the midnight beauty and pulled her in for a TIGHT, EXCITED -- HUG. “Handmaiden duties are over for the day! Because I say so ....”
her tease was followed by a soft giggle. “Anywayy. Cass, this is Catra. Catra --- this is Cass. Okay. Introductions over. How about a group hug?”
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𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒔𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑, a quiet twinkle seems to chime. serena wraps her coat tighter around her torso as makes her way through the barn. ❝ the weather must be absolutely wretched for these poor things, ❞ serena says, an almost smile on her lips as she caresses the neck of a horse, who’d craned his head out for a peek at the stranger. ❝ are you nearly finished, cass ? i’d like to try getting to the festival early ... you don’t know how i had to plead to get my mama to let me go. ❞
what's rapunzel's relationship with the sundrop magic ? does she view it as part of her & feel attached to it, or does she have more complicated feelings ?
rapunzel has always felt the sundrop in her . it’s always sort of manifested itself as , what she would describe , a non painful ache in her bones . with her original long hair , before eugene’s intial cut , it seemed like a small humming : not very noticeable , but always there . when she would sing the humming would become louder for the duration of the incantation , but would calm down again once she stopped . afterwards , once it was cut and eventually regrown again , the humming was much more prevalent , and without a grounded focal point for the magic to work , it sought escape elsewhere : her tears , a restlessness in her muscles , the daylight on her fingers .
while she can never be sure , rapunzel has a feeling she would not survive without the sundrop’s magic in her veins . her parent’s toyed with fate : she was not meant to live , but the golden flower gave her life , and infused her with the sundrop . there were times right after her escape and return to her parents that rapunzel wished it was never part of her at all , wondering how much it would change things in her life , if she could get rid of it ; but the sundrop doesn’t like thoughts like that , and whenever rapunzel would slip into self sabotaging moods , a warm feeling always seemed to overcome her and the room would grow brighter by just a fraction .
rapunzel speculates that maybe her body is just a vessel , a way for the magic to continue it’s journey in their world . rapunzel spends a lot of time in the old corona archives , looking for anything related to the myths of their kindgom’s origins , in the hopes of finding an answer . she sees psychics praying that they can give her a response the closest she’s come is the moonstone , which was destroyed in the end . she does know , however , that whether she is the sundrop or just it’s vessel , it is a permanent part of her .
she has found , in her searches of the archives in old corona , a diary from a settler many many years ago . the pages are worn and frail , and much of the ink has been ruined from age and smudging , but she can make out a brief sentence in the middle of passage during their journey to corona : ahtohallan knows everything . she has no idea what it means , and assumes it’s another piece of the folklore that she will never truly unravel .