#mumiro

[mumiro]

I'm in love with a bunny. Send help.

[mumiro]

Kingdom dance

[guardian-of-feels]

Ah yes, the tagging game. The game of tagging, the ol' tagaroo. The game designed specifically for tagging. The T-A-G. The game involving tagging. The tagilicious game of tagging. That tagging game.

Tagged by: put-villains-in-glass-prisons (who has the best theme ever omg)

Rule 1: Post the rules

Rule 2: Answer the questions the tagger asked you then make 11 new ones (also tag the tagger)

Rule 3: Tag 11 people and link them to your post

Rule 4: Let them know you’ve tagged them

1. How old do you feel?

Well, I'm seventeen in reality. I'm not really one who's like "I act like a 5 year old" or "I'm so much older than I actually am", but my mom always says I belong in college haha, because I analyze stuff a lot gee i wonder where i picked up that skill 2. What is your earliest memory?

I remember eating a pink castle cake at my third birthday party wearing a pink Sleeping Beauty dress haha

3. How are you today?

aksjdldash stressed because college applications and also school starts again tomorrow and i wanna cry

4. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be and why?

Wherever the hell all these Ghibli movies are set, seriously. But like a concrete place, probably somewhere with lots of open space and natural scenery, like Scotland or Iceland

5. What was your first fandom?

Like that led me to tumblr? ROTBTD FRICK YA. But I mean like since I was a wee one would be Disney most definitely.

6. What is your favorite band?

Ooh, that one's tough cause I mostly listen to musicals/Disney/movie scores. Probably Imagine Dragons :D 7. What is your favorite of their songs?

Bleeding Out, Radioactive, or It's Time

8. As far as story lines go, do you prefer a comedy or a tragedy?

nyehehehe tragedy. Seriously angst is my lifeblood. I heard once that we are drawn to the dramatic things because it allows you to pull the most intense emotions out of your self and gives you the deepest speculations on life. 9. Do you like to analyze people?

Like my friends and such? I feel like it's a bit of an invasion of privacy, ya know? I mean like I try to understand people I encounter as best I can. If you mean fictional characters, frick ya i analyze them 10. What would someone have to do for you to consider them evil? (not bad, evil)

See, I'm not really one to believe in the existence of flat-out evil. My definition of evil would be to like exceed the capabilities of humanity, you know? (For example, I don't think Hitler was evil. Fucked up and deeply awful, absolutely, but not evil). Because there's always a motive behind what you do, and people generally take a course of action when achieving that motive, in their eyes, will have a greater benefit than the consequences. That's not evil, that's misplaced logic/emotional displacement/selfishness/etc.

11. What do you feel strongly about? I feel very strongly about how art has fit into our society. Not overall, of course, because it does get lots of appreciation. But in terms of actual value... I just mean that a lawyer will make lots of money and have a "respectable career", whereas an actor or a sketch artist will most likely make very little money and is generally looked down on in society. I know a lot of this problem is that art is objective, as opposed to something concrete like math and science, but it's also really important for people to realize that art is the redeemer of the world. Art is the field of emotion, of love (the most written-about thing in history). Emotion is what keeps you from destroying a nation. Albeit anger may push you to do so as well, but pure art and emotion I believe will be the redeemer of the world. (insert paragraph from Mockingjay about needing the dandelion in the spring here)

My Questions:

What was the last thing you ate?

Who is someone or something that you deeply respect?

What was the last movie you saw? Was it good?

Do you paint your nails? Cut them? Bite them?

How do you best emotionally express yourself? (Through writing, drawing, talking, singing, etc)

What is the most beautiful thing about winter?

If your life could be summarized in a single movie, how would the trailer advertise it?

Do you drink coffee?

What do you think happens after you die?

How has this website changed you as a person, if at all?

If/when you make wishes, what do you generally wish for?

I tag:

Punziella

Kristoffs-ice

upon-a-gray-dawn

alliooup

mumiro

bjorgmans

mooncastle721

letstalkaboutdisney

briannathestrange

wingedanomaly

timebenderss

[riseofthebravetangledragons]

Falling for you left me broken...but I don't regret a second of it.

A slight re-working of a previous image of mine, inspired by mumiro's Wing AU where Rapunzel had feathered wings - http://mumiro.tumblr.com/post/70523633813/i-wanted-a-reason-to-sketch-wings-so-heres-a-wing

[oh-itsajollyholiday]

Mustaches and More - Jackunzel (Fluff)

So this is my Secret Santa gift for the amazing Mumiro, so I hope you like it :) ~

Jack and Rapunzel were sat down on the couch of Jack’s house as a rather boring Christmas special played on the tv, though neither of their attentions were on the images on the screen. For you see, both of them had a steaming mug of hot chocolate with lashings of cream and a small mountain of marshmallows in each mug. The room was filled with the scent of burning wood and the slightest hint of peppermint (though you could say that was coming from jack.) as they huddled from the bitter weather outside.

Jack had his arm draped lazily around Rapunzel’s waist as his hands were covered by a thick sweater that had been given as a gift from the blonde haired girl, it was had sewn (of course) and since it was a surprise, she couldn't get the measurement quite right, which resulted in the jumper being a /little/ over-sized.  When jack had been presented with gift, he unwrapped with with a gleeful grin which slowly morphed into one of humor as he held up the jumper “Looks a little…. Big.” He said with a laugh as the slightly shorter female flushed “Well… I-I couldn't really get the correct measurements without giving it away.” she reasoned as Jack chuckled and swiftly raised the jumper and slipped it over his head, it hung low as his hands disappeared inside the sleeves, hanging far past his hands, he looked down at himself before pulling her into a hug and pecking her nose quickly “I love it Punz, besides, it’ll keep me warm.” He assured her before settling on the couch alongside her.

Soon the Jumper and any cares they had were  long forgotten as the sweet and warm drinks were shared and drunk. Jack took a large sip of his drink before casting a glance towards his girlfriend as Rapunzel looked up to see his face, she snorted softly and tried to bite back a fit of giggles as she continued to stare at his face. Jack quirked an eyebrow at the girl’s sudden outburst and lowered his mug away from his lips “What’s so funny?” he questioned the girl, who looked like she was about to go into a fit of hysterics. Rapunzel just tried to slow her breathing for a moment to calm down as she clasped a hand over her mouth to stop her giggles before moving it back down “You might want to check your face.” She said with a grin as jack cautiously raised his fingers to his face, feeling the cold and wet foam on his upper lip as he slowly came to terms at what she had been laughing at, Jack’s upper lip, along with the tip of his nose, was completely covered in the snow white whipped cream. The boy started to laugh as he wiped his upper lip with his finger before popping it into his mouth with a grin “So this is what you were laughing at?” he questioned as the girl’s giggles slowly returned and the hot chocolate was drunk once again. The afternoon slowly dragged on, and all that was left by the end of it was a room full of laughter, two empty mugs and a couple of cream mustaches.

I hope you Like it (I've never written Jackunzel before, and I knew it was your OTP so I hope i've not destroyed it :/) and Have a merry Christmas~

[eremika]

Can you link the exact page to that doujinshi, pretty please~ (I seem to have trouble finding it ;_;)

I guess you have to buy it to get the full thing? I think this is just a preview

[alliooup]

An Unjust Life

An Unjust Life

~based on this picture by mumiro and this song~

Jack stood. The green spring grass had grown tall since the last time he’d visited. Winter’s snow no longer clung to the marble stones or hung in the trees that stood overhead, the baby birds nestled in their branches twittered cheerfully. Jack thought of Rapunzel. It would have been just the thing she would have pointed out to him, grabbing at the sleeve of his hoodie and bouncing with glee as her eyes shimmered with excitement. He would have blushed, but pretended it was just the warm spring breeze that had warmed his icy cheeks.

  Someone might have stared at them, wondering why a girl was bouncing about by herself. They would not see him. It used to bother him. Like an itch he could never quite scratch. Until he’d met them. A scrawny boy with a knack for building strange tools out of practically nothing, along with his oversized dog. The Scottish, hotheaded, archer with crazy, curly, red hair to match her temper.

  And the dreamy artist.

  His eyes burned horribly and he bit down on his lip, tasting blood. The stinging pain of the cut didn’t ease the ache in his chest.

  The air chilled and a few glistening flakes drifted down from the sky, melting before they could touch the ground.

  He could see their faces, even when he closed his eyes and tried to block them out. Cheeks flushed, with furry hats and mittens. Their scarves wound around their necks as they launched snowballs at him, laughing like the children they once were.

  Like the child he would always be.

  Immortal and forever youthful: without even the blessing of a diseased mind to blot out all his memories. His beautifully painful memories.

  He wished he could forget.

  Forget the life he’d live, the happiness he’d felt, and the love that had grown in his chest, curling its viselike fingers around an un-beating heart.

  Forget his unjust life.

  The life of the immortal boy who had learned to love.

  The immortal boy who had learned what it felt like to lose everything.