#solehr

[frageepruto]

@solehr said: ‘  you got dreams in life? that’s lit.  ’     i’m literally so sorry

he grins, showcasing toothy smile as arms hooks through her own. he leans in close, as though divulging a guarded secret, “i do, and they are!”

[denouemente]

Q: extraordinary things happen everywhere, all the time. @solehr.

A: this beach was home to him — a quiet place, one where he mourned his deepest losses and celebrated his greatest victories. conor wrote his first poetry here, some embarrassing thing that he’d buried deep into the sand in an attempt to put away the feelings that bubbled inside, threatening to spill over and destroy him. “ i think you’re right. ” they walk down the shore, his cottage in the distance. he sheepishly reaches for her hand, something new for him and her — but he enjoyed this little display of affection, knowing that she felt for him what he felt for her. “ did you know i got the idea for THE BELL here? my uncle had just died and i was so, so sad. i thought about . . . ending it. but then i heard the church bell in town, and all the thoughts i had about everything involving my parents and my uncle came to a head, and then THERE IT WAS — the first idea for my first draft. ” he stops in his tracks, taking her other hand. “ i always thought it was just . . . fate, or something. i don’t know. it was my first mental rest in ages. but seeing how my life has played out since i wrote it — maybe it is something extraordinary. it led me to you, after all. ” conor leans down, gently kissing her. he pulls back moments later, a grin on his lips. “ come on. i’ve got something else i want to show you. ”

[adskilt]

festivals were a simple constant this time of year, the cold still clinging by little threads of a slight chill in the wind but soon to be washed by the rain of spring to bring in the new season of harvest. various games were still being played, children's laughter as they kicked around rocks and chased each other through the grass melding well with the heartier versions of their parents telling stories far older than their eldest elder and drinking wine from barrels only slightly younger.

" trust me when i say i was much better at this when i was younger. " hiccup's chuckle joins in the choir of his people, his steps only slightly off balance as he held gentle hands at rapunzel's fingertips, stepping back then forward with a breathless, joyful urgency to it all in hopes to keep in time with the percussion. " my dad taught me many dances before i turned thirteen, " he lifts one hand, drops the other in favor of spinning the princess on her feet with a bright smile to match, " but this i learned from my mother. "

Ⳋ ∥ . @solehr : [ &. ] prompted starter.

it had taken a few separate times of practice, her voice quiet and somber and his insistence on perfecting the art loud and boisterous ; though, in truth, grief for stoick the vast was often just as confusing as the steps.

" it even has words attached ; a poem she used to sing. "

[wornkindness]

     “Here, follow me,” she said with a giggle, taking the other princess by the hand and leading her through the gardens. She knew exactly where she was going. “They can be a little timid, but also incredibly curious.” As they rounded a corner what she spoke of came into view. About half a dozen lanky and longed legged foals. Their mothers stood scattered in the field, one or two looked up as Amelia quietly guided the other through the gate, but then along with the others paid little mind to them. The babies however were far more curious to their new guests. “They’re still too young for treats otherwise they would be all over us,” she said softly, with an equally soft giggle.

@solehr ┊┊⋆˚ *❀‧₊˚ liked for a starter

[loetise]

hi we haven’t written together yet but i saw this and went “hmm allie” and i thought you would want it

LJNCSHIUVBHCSC THIS IS SOOOOO

[roseguided-arch]

@solehr LIKED for a starter ! ft ariel triton

𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 . it rivalled her own , but the color was also so different . . . like the gold of a mirror she found recently in a sunken ship. waves continue to crash against rocks , lapping against bare feet that push themselves under the feel of wet sand. the sun is steadily beginning to set , but both women had another hour or so before it was completely gone. ariel runs her fingers through the strands she had touched out toward. ; ❛ it’s so long. ❜ is her rather obvious observation. a smile spreads against rosy lips , cheeks dumpling themselves—sun kissed skin, freckles , & a distinct red on the top of her head. mermaid tail gone while on land & magic held in a shell hanging about her neck. ❛ can i ask you a question ? ❜ posed with an even warmer , sweet smile. ❛ could i braid your hair ? oh , I’d love too ! i could find some shells on the beach , some water flowers to put in as decoration ! ❜

[2usan]

"   your boldness is admirable, but considering the fact that the majority of this wood is ALIVE, i'd say yes.   "      there’s a touch of dryness beneath her gently scolding tone as she nudges her mare closer to the princess’ mount.     “   DO STAY CLOSE, some folk like to play tricks on the unsuspecting.    ”

@solehr​   :     𝚒𝚜  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍  𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑  𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗  𝚊  𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗  𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗  𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑  𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚜  ?    *   

[dreamwaited]

𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙾𝙴  ⚔️    ❝ 🌿 ❞    

IT WAS ALL A LOT. the frill, the glitz, the greenery. it wasn’t all that surprising that the royal family of corona was going all out for the winter season. especially since it’s the first time they get to celebrate with their daughter… ever. and eugene doubted gothel shared the holiday spirit up in that tower. but as someone who usually spent these nights cold alone and dreaming about all the tropical islands he’d be able to visit one day, eugene found himself overwhelmed. and the ex-criminal mastermind didn’t like it when he was overwhelmed. especially when there were so many… people… around.

but he’d be a dutiful boyfriend ( and hopefully one day prince consort ) and not hog rapunzel all for himself. even if he worried his mouth would get him into trouble with so many people who were prime targets during his thief days all gathered in one place. his face lights up with joy as he sees the familiar head of grown head, he’s grinning so wide it almost hurts as he goes to kiss her freckled cheek. ❝ hello, my love ❞ he mutters softly for only her to hear. the entire room could empty and he wouldn’t bat an eye. ❝ I don’t know if you planned it or not, but you, ❞ he pauses as he dramatically points to her, ❝ just made up step under that ❞ he points up to the mistletoe. he doesn’t waste time when he sees green eyes lock onto his object in question. an arm wraps around her, dipping her as he happily places a kiss on his girlfriend’s lips. smile not leaving his face.

@solehr