#thievd

[dontdoboyfriends]

@thievd

                        “Pretty sure my Mom has the same shirt.”

[servesthegods-blog]

         ❛  don't know what you think you're doing but this is MINE? so i hope you don't mind me telling you to get your HANDS off of me!!  ❜ chel DANCES away from fingers that seek to take back what rightfully BELONGS to them. if worse comes to worst she'll just have to play the damsel in distress card and SCREAM nice and loud. there's never a shortage of STUPID men ready to play the hero for a beautiful girl.

starter call // thievd

[rpnzl]

@thievd

   CALL it what you will, fate, destiny, or the will of the guards, Rapunzel hadn’t had a moment alone since she’d arrived within the castle walls. She appreciated it, the company, the people, the faces, it was exciting -- except that everyone was kept at least ten paces away. Even in her own room, where the door popped open and three men fell inwards.

   TWO guards and Eugene.

   “NO, it’s okay, really, you can let him past -- I um, I decree it?“

   EUGENE got the worst of the treatment, with how they grabbed the scruff of his neck or his upper arm. They relented, sure, but each man in hard cast metal shells seemed to listen to her. It had something to do with that word ‘princess’. Gothel had always said that princesses were brats, and that Rapunzel didn’t want to be a princess, did she?

   BUT that’s a whole other issue. She watched as the guards relented at her decree. Her parents -- parents -- spoke like that, and people listened. The guards were extra observant of the word, though they frowned as Eugene righted himself. She remained by her table of paints, tucked in the corner of her bedroom... Well, the side of it. It was circular...

   “HEY Eugene,” she greeted, bright and hopeful. “I’m making a mural.”

[coredecay-blog]

exertion strewn in every muscle,    fibers burning with reckless perseverance. his heart palpitates as legs pump movement against the ground.    feet dig from gold-covered heel to toe,    skin torn raw as branches scrape biceps and peel from shins.    the cold seeks to suffocate him!    air chilling his throat and making prisoner lungs that tremor amidst the temperature.    questions inflame a perturbed head,    incoherent! there is a pounding in his ears and visions of his breath projecting before eyes narrowed against it,    causing ankles to twist over stones.    how long had he been running?    he did not know.    it felt as if it were a race against eternity.    chilled moisture clung to every crevice of his body,    and o,    how it fueled his will!    he must escape!    he knew not where,    nor how,    but an agitation was freezing in his veins.    deft fingers form tight fists of stubborn fortitude,    jaw lax and brows drawn inward.    where was egypt?    he craved the sun,    feeding smothered anxiety burning cold.    he felt his rib-cage should come apart as mouth gaped for air,    legs not halting.    he is a star refusing to collapse!    would these trees ever end?    would ammit appear to swallow his pulsing heart?    the thought distracted him    --    shock!    ‘   --    hmf!    ’    solidity hit his chest,    choking him as branches spun and air cut swiftly past his ears.    something had struck,    chest shuddering as his body lay still upon it.    /    @thievd.

[leparoza-blog]

     ‘ Oh no, no, no, no, you can’t be here! ’ She doesn’t know how he got in, how he got into the cottage, but whatever his reasoning ( of which she usually would love to know ━ but hardly matters at the moment ) he must go. ‘ You must leave, at once. Don’t you see? You should not be here! ’

She flutters here and there, at a loss of what to do as she grabs her shawl and wraps it around herself. A terrible storm did beat outside, but they would have to chance it. Even as the thunder did smash and the rain beat against her thatched roof. ‘ If my aunts see you this will be terrible.  I will show you out of the forest ━ we must be very careful that no one sees us, and you must promise to tell no one of this place. ’

‘ Please ━ ’ Her violet eyes stare, entreatingly, the worried frown on her lips creasing her brows, though it did not mar her beauty. She takes a ginger step toward him, hands clasped together above her breast.

     ¸ . ❁ . ¸ . ❁ @thievd

[sailedstars]

TRANSMISSION : @thievd

❝ mum practically threw my ass into ma’ room when i came   home  late.  i'm  not  lookin’  to get yelled at AGAIN man. ❞

[bearqueen-blog1]

               ❛ yer awful slow today, ya old man. ❜ giggling as she appeared behind him, quite literally climbing up his back. ❛ time fer yer daily exercise. ❜ giving merida a piggy-back ride, that is. ❛ charge! ❜ / ( starter for @thievd )

[heycooper]

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ you know ilu & any muse u portray

i will honestly follow you anywhere…. you’re the eugene to my rapunzel….. my potato hater to my potato lover…………. it’s so nice to be reunited ok ilu!!          ♡  —  ACCEPTING  !  (  prompt.​  )