#ts4 dpr

[anxiousmoodlet]

A CAS Disney Princess Rainbowcy!

goin by my own rules, living my best life in cas

Parents:

Velvet Sovereign + Ariel Melody Atlantica (Mermaid)

Offspring:

Lullaby Sovereign | Serenade Sovereign (Mermaid) | Ballad Sovereign (Merman) | Lyric Sovereign

okay so all of these babs are gorgeous, and we got some grandparent genes this gen too!! sing songy names for ariel

[vote for the gen 4 heir here!!]

gen 3 results and my 2 cents under the cut:

velvet absolutely smashed this, i think her cute birthmark helped her out. linen was my personal favourite!!

[anxiousmoodlet]

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔒𝔫𝔢 | 𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔢 𝔬𝔣 ?

🏡 | ⏪ | ⏩

Snow’s home was like a patchwork quilt. All of the lumber was mismatched, and each section of the building had been pieced together bit-by-bit, but it was a labour of love. The kettle was just whistling as Doc let himself through the door, greeted by the eager chirps of Snow’s cats. 

Piping tea was brought to the table in humble mugs, and Doc sipped from his fearlessly whilst Snow blew at hers to cool it. “See? Isn’t it so much nicer in here, in the warm?” Doc teased.

“Doc, I—”

“I don’t want to hear it, Snow. Promise me, no more waiting in the rain.” His tone wasn’t stern, but concerned. Snow fell in to another contemplative pause, before shuffling in her seat.

“Yes, yes, I promise. Now, do tell me,” her tone was hesitant, and it took a deep breath to lead her on. “How are you? How are things on the mainland? It’s nearly my birthday, isn’t it? And you said—”

“And I said I would take you to the mainland when you’re old enough, I know.” Doc levelled his mug to the table, to give Snow an equally level look. “Patience is a virtue, Snow.” 

“Oh, I’m trying!” She whined, glancing to watch the rain thump at the barred window panes. “I truly am, Doc. You must believe me. It’s just— I’ve done everything you’ve asked of me. I’ve never touched the apple tree, I’ve kept away from the well...” 

Doc followed her gaze steadily, and then further out to where that apple tree grew. It stood like a beacon in the rain, cherry red apples waving on the leafless branches. No matter the time of year, the tree always bore that perfect fruit. “I do believe you, but we just have to wait for the right time. Do you trust me, Snow?”

The blackberry-crowned young lady cast her eyes back to Doc, and huffed a weary little smile. It was almost as though she was getting bored of having this conversation over-and-over, too. “Of course I do,” she submitted easily.

[anxiousmoodlet]

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔒𝔫𝔢 | 𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔱𝔴𝔬 𝔬𝔣 ?

🏡 | ⏪ | ⏩

Thursdays were Snow’s favourite day of the week, because on Thursdays she knew Doc was out on the bay. She could see him casting his line out from the eastern beach, and she would run the length of the isle to meet him when he came in to port

Though she loved all the fishermen dearly, Snow couldn’t remember a time when Doc hadn’t been there. Her humble home on the isle had grown to be an accommodating little palace by his hands, it was he who made sure she had enough fresh food each week, and he she would seek out on her loneliest days. He was a humble soul with a worn smile, and Snow trusted his word as if it were gospel.

It was mid-Spring, and at the height of wet season. Snow hadn’t seen the sun for what felt like weeks, and winter’s grasp still lingered on the breeze. She would never let something as measly as the weather interrupt her routine however, and waited faithfully at the neck of the pier for Doc that Thursday.

“For the love of Berries, Snow! What are you doing out in this rain? It’s heinous out here!” Doc called through the downpour, reeling in his nets and clambering from his boat.

“I was waiting for you, of course. It’s Thursday, I always wait for you on Thursdays.” Snow’s voice was gentle, so gentle that you’d have thought the rain would drown her out; but it didn’t. In fact, the wind seemed to hush whenever she spoke.  

“You’ll die of a cold out in this— and at my account? I don’t think so, little miss. Get yourself inside, get the kettle on. I’ll be along.” Doc smiled, that fatherly smile Snow had come to know so well. She paused at length, as if contemplating whether to argue.

“All right, very well. I’ll put an extra sugar in your cup, Doc. You must be tired.” Snow mirrored his smile, and turned with some reluctance. The green fisherman laughed to himself as he watched her go, before returning to organising the day’s bounty.