BOOK SEVEN IS COMING TO ENGLISH TOMORROW!! AHHH I THOUGHT I HAD MORE TIME TO MENTALLY PREPARE FOR THE TRAUMA!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
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I'm wonder if it's going to be broken up the same way? I know Eng sometimes chunks things differently (you guys apparently got the entire back half of 6 in one enormous update?!), so I'm curious if we'll have the same cliffhangers! :O there is...so much that happens...
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anyway while I'm having opinions on the internet, might as well elaborate on my very serious "hannigram is a Former Exclusive Het and a Former Exclusive Top going full bottom4bottom on each other" contribution to the discourse:
Will bottoms because he's discovered that he honestly just really likes getting railed to within an inch of his life
Hannibal bottoms because his control issues have control issues and he wants Will to fuck him out of them so hard he hits every branch on the way down
as usual, these opinions are objectively correct and unassailable because my ***** said so
So anyways when I saw the Cinderella prompt, my first thought was, of course, âJack should be the one who wears the iconic Cinderella dress thoâ
The rest of the story/concept basically wrote itself XD
Why yes, I transed Jackâs gender, what of it???
You thought weâd go all of Jackunzel month without my homegirl Jaina Frost seeing the light of day??? For SHAME.
Also in case yâall are wondering, yes, Eugene/Flynn ABSOLUTELY disguised himself as a prince and snuck into the ball with the intent of robbing the Corona royal family blind. Itâs a shame Rapunzel has a much better bullshit detector when sheâs not raised in a tower XD
Also a terrible shame that Hansâ shamelessly manipulative social chameleoning and Kristoffâs wet cardboard personality donât really do anything for Punz XD
Iâve seen the âJack loves to dance and is actually pretty awesome at itâ headcanon making the rounds in the RotBTD fandom for a while now, so I just took that and fully ran with it! Jack/Jaina can do a damn good waltz, itâs just quite a bit more loose and chaotic than most of what you would see in the ballroom XD
Not me watching the Catradora dance scene in SPoP over and over to try and get the Lesbian Dance Vibes^TM right here ^^;
I kinda love the idea that Punz gets a lot of her kindness and her cunning from her mom XD Honestly Arianna was criminally underfeatured in the Tangled tv show, and I wanted to see more of her and Punzelâs relationship, so she gets to pop up in my Jackunzel fanfic sometimes!!! As a treat!!!
Pic credits available upon request!
@jackunzel-timeâ I donât know if Rapunzel x Fem!Jack counts, if it does, a bountiful (albeit very late) gift for Jackunzel Month!!!
Fanfic preview under the cut! Go read the rest on my ff.net account, Infrared-Ultraviolet!
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Violin music echoed around the ballroom as colorful dresses and dark coattails flew, moving to the rhythm of a song Princes Rapunzel had long since grown bored of. She slumped in her seat, chin cupped in her hand as she leaned into the red velvet of the throneâs armrest.
Her unoccupied hand strayed to her long skirts, and she started to twirl and untwirl the pastel-pink chiffon of her dress. Dying sunlight was streaming in through the long windows, providing slightly different lighting for a scene that had not changed in the least since mid-afternoon.
She wished she could steal away to her room, where she could paint a mural or devour a storybook. But alas, leaving oneâs own debutante ball would probably not go unnoticed.
A few young princes had asked her to dance already. There was Prince Eugene of Kingdom Fitz, a funny and charismatic enough fellow, but with a charm that didnât feel wholly sincere. His voice was too smoothâalmost oilyâand his multitude of compliments and jokes came a little too easily. He was a fine dancer, although his movements were just uncoordinated and just half-hearted enough to suggest that he wasnât here for a love of royal balls, or a desire to woo a young lady. Sheâd rushed to the restroom after their dance, half expecting to find her fine jewelry and pricey silk handkerchiefs missing.
Then there was Prince Hans of Kingdom Westergard, a man with an overly-innocent, almost sickly-sweet demeanor who had even more praise to offer than Prince Eugene. The man seemed to change his approach more often than a capricious sparrow. When compliments were met with forced smiles and barely concealed indifference, he moved to jokes. When jokes fell flat, he moved to working in comments about his kingdomâs vast wealth and resources. When bragging earned him only annoyance, he moved to name-dropping just about every important political figure a princess could imagine, and how he was well-acquainted with every one. By the end of the dance, Rapunzel was starting to miss Prince Eugeneâs fake âcharmerâ persona. Though it was hiding any number of ulterior motives, at least it had been consistent.
Her most recent headache was a bulky blondeâPrince Kristoff of some kingdom Rapunzel couldnât even recall the name of. He was a dreadful conversationalist, not knowing how to do much while waltzing besides awkwardly stare at her and occasionally make insensitive comments about the state of her familyâs castle. Whether he was intentionally trying to get in jabs at her or had never learned a single thing about manners in his entire life was anyoneâs guess. She had frantically tried to save the conversation by asking him about his kingdom, and finally gotten him to talk about something besides whether the ballroomâs floorboards needed replacing.
It turned out he had plenty to say about ice-collecting and reindeer. It also turned out, however, that he could talk about very little else. Rapunzel was nearly asleep on her feet by the time someone saved her by cutting in.
âCheer up, Your Majesty,â came a nasally voice beside her, drawing her back to the present. âI heard the ballâs only going until two in the morning, so just five more hours!â
Rapunzel glared up at Duke Haddock, a young, freckly man about her age. Though he was one of her closest friends, he was rarely one to sugarcoat situations that seemed dire. In this case, a very long evening filled with stuffy people, political scheming, and the same five violin sets played again and again and again.
The princess sighed heavily. âAre people really going to do nothing but twirl around and eat finger foods for five hours, Hiccup?â She was one of the only ones allowed to use the silly childhood nickname.
Hiccup snorted. âOh, give them more credit than that. Theyâre also gossiping about whoâs sleeping with who, whoâs betraying nations theyâre allied with, whoâs planning out coups, that sort of thing.â
She rolled her eyes at him, and the young duke sniggered.
âI thought it would be fun,â she admitted wearily.
Hiccup only shrugged. âI told you. Itâs honestly easier to count the handsome young princes who donât have some kind of hidden agenda.â
âOr are more interesting than a pile of bricks,â Rapunzel lamented.
Hiccup leaned against the wall, raising an eyebrow at her. âYou know, I have to admit, I didnât see you being this picky. You always liked the idea of finding love at one of these fancy-shmancy balls. Stumbling on some perfect dance partner who you can run off and chase your dreams with.â
âNone of these guys seem like the type I could go dream-chasing with,â she complained. âI honestly canât see myself being married to any of them.â
Hiccup looked around the room and then back at Rapunzel, brow furrowed in sympathy. âThis isnât what you were hoping for, huh?â
She shook her head. âNot at all.â
It was true that having a husband who was either a painful bore or a scheming snake sounded plenty unappealing, but her disappointment in the ball was rooted in more than that.
It mostly stemmed from the fact that none of these princes were Jackson Overland.
It had been foolish to hope sheâd find anyone even remotely like him. He was a peasant, after all, and the very furthest thing from what her parents would consider marriage material. He was so far removed from the world of balls and crowns and royalty that he would no more know how to function in high society than a squirrel would know how to function in the ocean.
Nonetheless, there was something about Jack that Rapunzel had always been taken with.
His family was very poor, and she didnât see them often. They lived on the edge of the kingdom, working a small farm and selling wool from their flock of sheep. Jack Overland was always so full of life, running around the woods and scampering up and down trees quicker than a raccoon. He didnât seem bothered by the fact that his clothes were ragged and filthy, or that his face was usually caked with dirt. His energy never ran out, whether he was swinging from tree branches by his legs or weaving together enthralling fireside tales. Whenever Rapunzel saw him, he was nearly always laughing.
Sometimes, Rapunzelâs parents took her around the kingdom to check in on their subjects and make sure everyone was relatively happy and healthy. The princess came to look forward to these trips, counting down the days until she next saw the boy with the chocolate hair and the tattered trousers.
Jack Overland had never treated her differently because she was a princess. He didnât see her as some larger-than-life figure, too intimidatingly powerful to even look in the eye. He didnât think twice about befriending her when they first met, offering her a bouquet of wildflowers and a quick bow (his only real acknowledgement of her royal standing) before asking if she wanted to see his favorite places in the forest.
Her parents forbade her from going the first timeâprincesses werenât fit to run around in the dirt and leaves, after allâbut that hadnât stopped them from sneaking out later on.
Even in the long, bleak nights of winter, Jack still never lost his general joy for life. Rapunzel and her parents went around to check on the kingdomsâ winter food stores, and every time they stopped by Jackâs village, he wasnât without a sled or a pair of ice skates or a cup of hot cocoa. He always found ways to have fun, even when the frosty air made it an easier option to give up and be miserable.
No one at this party had filled Rapunzel with that sort of warmth, but admittedly the night was young. Maybe it wasnât too late.
âItâd be nice to have just one good dance before the nightâs out,â she said, turning to Hiccup.
He shrugged. âDoesnât seem too unreasonable an expectation, My Lady. Good luck.â
Rapunzelâs gaze strayed down the marble steps in front of the throne, landing King Frederic and Queen Arianna. They were lost in their own world, spinning in circles of soft violet and deep blue. She dreaded the moment when they decided it was time for a break and returned to their thrones beside hers. Ask eagerly about how her night was going only to have their faces fall when she told them how abysmal she currently felt about her romantic prospects.
Theyâd been worried about securing a good marriage for her for years now, and making sure the kingdom would be left with capable monarchs after they were gone. Her current options looked rather bleak.
Rapunzel knew her parents werenât keen on forcing her into things. If she truly didnât want to wed any of the princes presented tonight, Frederic and Arianna would not make her. Nonetheless, she wondered if the guilt of causing them to stress out waiting longer would be almost as bad.
âExcuse me, Miss. May I have this dance?â
She started at the soft, feminine voice drifting from the other side of her throne, its owner seemingly having come out of nowhere. She turned to see a girl about her age, hair hanging in long, swan-white waves over a ruffled light blue dress and hand extended expectantly.
The young lady was stunning enough that Rapunzel did a double take. Her gown billowed around her in translucent blue ripples, the skirt swirled up into the shape of a rose near her waist. Her bodice was lined with diamonds formed out of silver jewels, and a wispy collar wrapped around her pale neck like fog. Her shoes, gleaming, translucent high heels, were the color of ice and seemed to be made entirely out of glass. The outfit went with her eyes perfectly, which Rapunzel realized were a clear, crystalline blue. Between the river rapids hair, the turbulent waves of azure, and the glinting streamwater eyes, the maiden looked like she was a piece of a rushing creek that had broken free and impetuously decided to attend a ball.
She wore a lopsided half smirk as she beckoned Rapunzel forward. The expression seemed oddly familiar, although Rapunzel couldnât imagine where sheâd seen it before.
If she had met someone anything like this girl, Rapunzel was certain she would remember it.
âUmâŚâ Rapunzel glanced at Frederic and Arianna, still too wrapped up in their own dance number to pay her any mind. They werenât going to stop her.
Hiccup leaned up against the side of the throne, face breaking into a huge shit-eating grin. âWell, Your Majesty, I think your wish may have been granted. At the very least, this night got interesting.â
The blue-gowned girlâs face sunk into a pout. âOh, come on,â she complained. âMy hand is getting tired. Donât make me just stand here all night.â
Rapunzel let out a breathy laugh. âSorry, my lady. You caught me off-guard is all. Iâd love to dance.â
Rapunzel placed her hand on top of the other young ladyâs, and the newcomer began leading the princess daintily down the steps. The blue-gowned girlâs lips curled up into a smug, triumphant smileâanother expression Rapunzel could have sworn sheâd seen before, but couldnât quite place where.
The princess wanted to ask her newest dance partner if they had met, but refrained. The notion was completely absurd.
âSo Iâm sure you know who I am,â Rapunzel started, letting out a nervous laugh.
âAh, yes, the beautiful debutante herself.â The blue-gowned girl made a grand sweeping motion with the hand that Rapunzel wasnât holding. âIâve heard a lot about you. I hope you live up to all the fanfare.â
Rapunzel laughed at the girlâs unexpected candor. âOh, my. What sort of fanfare? Do I have any chance of doing it justice?â
The blue-gowned girl clicked her tongue. âOh, just a rumor here and there about the shamelessly free-spirited princess who captured her life with her own hands and absolutely refuses to let it go. The ray of irrepressible sunshine who isnât afraid to get her feet a little dirty to have fun. Show me the time of my life tonight, and maybe Iâll believe it.â
Rapunzel blushed. Had gossip of her running around the woods with Jack Overland really reached so far that other royals knew about it? It certainly wasnât the kind of thing her parents or Hiccup would volunteer to the sort of people they wanted to impress.
âIâll try my best!â she promised, hoping her newfound nervousness wasnât bleeding through.
When they reached the dance floor, the music stopped for a few moments. As a new violin riff started, the blue-gowned girl stepped away and gave a small curtsy.
âWhere are my manners?â she murmured. âIâm Princess Jaina Frost. I already know who you are, of course. Shall we?â
Princess Jaina stood still, hand outstretched again. As the music tempo sped up, Rapunzel stepped forward and gripped it. Jaina gripped her waist, sweeping her to the side with surprising strength. Rapunzel barely had time to slip her own free hand onto Jainaâs shoulder before the other princess was spinning them around in graceful circles, sometimes stopping to twirl Rapunzel with an ease that made it look as though sheâd been doing it all her life.
âYouâre so light on your feet!â Rapunzel exclaimed. âIâve been practicing my ballroom dancing since I was little, and I canât fly around nearly as smoothly as you can.â
âWell, you have to feel the music, really,â Jaina said nonchalantly. âLet your body match it. Itâs not really something you can try to do. Itâs justâŚa state you go into.â
âColor me impressed,â Rapunzel said. Jaina let go of her waist, letting her spin out and twist back in again. âYour form is practically flawless.â
âOh, please.â Jaina rolled her eyes as her glass-heeled feet seemed to leap from one spot to the next with more ease than a rabbit. âIâm getting literally all of the steps wrong. No one thinks twice about it because I look like I know exactly what Iâm doing.â
Rapunzel laughed, pausing to let Jaina twirl around. Her dress fluffed up in a bright cerulean cloud. âYou sure had me fooled, at least,â Rapunzel admitted. âThey must have some really amazing music in your kingdom, if you can synchronize with it that well.â
âOh, the best,â Jaina said smugly. Their hands began to slide over one anotherâs arms and shoulders as they circled each other, changing positions. âAnyone who comes to our balls goes home with drastically lowered self-esteem. We all whip around like a storm, and they just canât keep up.â
Something occurred to Rapunzel, and she gave the other princess a wry smile. âYou know, I canât say Iâve heard your name pop up in royal gossip, Jaina Frost. Seems odd, since you leave quite the impression.â
Jaina snorted. âWhat can I say? Iâm scandal-free. I havenât cheated on my fiancĂŠ or planned a coup, and what else is there for high society to speculate about?â
Something in Rapunzel abruptly wilted. âYou have a fiancĂŠ?â
Jaina barked in laughter. âGod, no! Iâm almost as picky as I hear you are. Although the positionâs currently open if youâd be interested in applying, princess.â She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, and Rapunzelâs face went hot.
Relax. Iâm sure sheâs only teasing.
Not like flirting would be completely out of the question. From what Rapunzel had seen of her, Jaina seemed like she might be a flirtâalthough a flirt with an unquestionably different air to her than Prince Eugene.
A flirt who had Rapunzel much more intrigued.
âWell, my parents want to secure a good alliance,â Rapunzel teased back. âWhat kingdom are you from, my lady?â
A brief, strange look flashed through Jainaâs eyes. It almost seemed like alarm, but it was gone too quickly to really say.
âThe Northern Isles,â she said quickly.
âOh? I havenât heard of that one.â
Their hands slid off one anotherâs shoulders and hips, and they began to circle each other again with joined hands.
Jaina scoffed, rolling her eyes. âNot much to hear. Itâs pretty boring. JustâŚcold and dark there a lot of the time. Not the sort of place that lends itself to great conversation.â
âBut you are incredible dancers,â Rapunzel pointed out. âIâd think I would have heard about that.â
She pulled on Jainaâs hand, and they stepped together.
âPeople donât talk about our dancing because theyâre embarrassed that theyâre so much worse,â Jaina said nonchalantly.
She pushed on Rapunzelâs hand, and they stepped apart.
Rapunzel couldnât help but laugh. âWell, I hope Iâm meeting your standards. Although I doubt it.â
Jaina gave her a crooked smirk. âYouâre not doing awful.â
Rapunzel could only roll her eyes. âWow, thanks.â
Jaina lifted the other princessâs hand, sliding underneath it and twirling herself around. Her dress fanned out like a whirlpool, brushing against Rapunzelâs thigh as the chandelier lights caught the ice blue of Jainaâs high heels.
âYour shoes are incredible,â Rapunzel breathed, marveling at them briefly before they disappeared beneath waves of pale chiffon. âDo they only make them in the Northern Isles?â
âOh yeah, theyâre a specialty item.â Jaina hooked an arm around Rapunzelâs waist and slid back into the rhythm of the music. âI only wear that kind of thing for big occasions, though. Not much of a shoe personâa little earth on your toes never hurt anyone.â
Rapunzel beamed. âMe too!â
Jaina smiled at her, and it was soft and easy and genuine. For maybe the first time that night, there wasnât even a hint of mischief behind it.
Less captivating, perhaps, but warmer. More like home.
âI had a feeling youâd understand.â
Jaina moved like liquid, spinning and sliding and leaping with a fluid grace that was nothing short of entrancing. Rapunzel found herself laughing as she tried to keep up, heart soaring. She was being swept around so fast and with such delicate ease that at times, it felt like she was flying.
As they twirled around again and again, Rapunzelâs eyes strayed to the other people who whipped past, blurred black suits matched with colorful dresses. Even with her focus on Jaina, she glimpsed subtle movements as heads turned to look at them.
âIs thisâŚokay?â she asked after a while, frowning.
Jaina frowned back. âIs what okay?â
âUs doingâŚall this,â Rapunzel said, gesturing to the space between them. âI feel like everyoneâs staring at us. Itâs not common, picking a dance partner whoâsâwell, you know.â
The other princess shrugged. âWell, itâs your debutante ball. You tell me if weâre going to get in trouble.â
âI donât know,â Rapunzel admitted. âBut people might talk.â
Jaina smirked. âWho cares? I say weâre doing them a favor. Weâre giving them quite the story to tell, Princess Rae. Probably the most interesting thing these stuffy people have seen in months.â
Rapunzelâs cheeks grew hot at the nickname.
âI guess people will gossip no matter what,â she conceded. âEven if we only had one dance together.â At that point, theyâd had closer to twenty. âI thinkâI think Iâm worried when word gets out, people are going to beâŚwell, be cruel, I guess. Say bad things about us.â
Jaina shrugged again. âYou want to know what I think?â Rapunzel nodded.
âIf anyone talks bad about us, itâs because theyâre jealous we have one more gorgeous dress between us than every other pair here. Of course Iâd want to find people to gripe about if I had to dance around in one of those absolutely lifeless tuxedos.â
She nodded toward one especially dreary gray suit nearby, which in fairness had even less appeal than a raincloud. The man wearing it turned to glare at both of them, and Jaina sneered at him. She turned back to Rapunzel and simpered shamelessly.
âTold you,â Jaina said smugly. âHe wishes he were me.â She accentuated the statement with another twirl, and her dress fanned out like a palace fountain.
Another nearby pair sent them a hard look, and Jaina grabbed Rapunzelâs waist without warning. Rapunzel squeaked in surprise as she was dipped in the most dramatic manner possible, Jaina gazing down at her with a huge shit-eating grin.
âThey can judge me all they like,â she said in a singsong voice. âBut Iâm the one dancing with the debutante.â
As Jaina pulled her back up, a heavy chime reverberated throughout the dance hall. Rapunzel found herself laughing.
âAnother hour already? I have to say, this evening is moving a lot faster than I thought it would.â
To her surprise, she felt Jaina stiffen in her hold. âWhat time is it?â
âNot sure,â Rapunzel said. âTwelve, I think? Donât worry, though, these kinds of big parties usually go until well past midnight.â
âIâm so sorry.â Jaina gave her a guilty look. âI have to go.â
âWhat?â She barely had time to reply before her dancing partner had yanked herself free of Rapunzelâs grip, backing up and vanishing into the throng.
âPrincess Jaina!â Rapunzel shouted, diving in after her. âWait!â
The only suitor who had made Rapunzel feel anything all night, and now she was trying to bail. The princess of Corona wasnât about to let it happen.
Concerning Iustitia Sempiterna- or, Did Apollo Really Die In A Promo CD?
So back in 2017, Apollo Justice was rereleased for the 3DS, and with it in Japan was a special 10-track CD with music from the games and three totally new tracks- a vocal version of Apollo's theme, a reimagined version of Love Love Guilty, lyrics and all, and... a track called Iustitia Sempiterna.
Iustitia Sempiterna was a slow, haunting, orchestral rearrangement of Apollo's theme, complete with a choir singing in Latin- lyrics which, apparently, nobody has ever transcribed, let alone translated.
So I threw the thing into a program which isolated the vocals and was greeted with... a song that wasn't much clearer. But I was still able to have a go at guessing what the song was roughly about!
If you've heard of the song, you've probably also heard of a rumour that it's about "Apollo dying in Trucy's arms". It's not, so don't worry- it may have a requiem-like tone, but there was no "Trucy", "Minuki" or even "soror" (Latin for sister) in the piece at all. Nor could I pick out any references to death, let alone Apollo's.
The lyrics as I've heard them (with indicators on what I'm unsure about and timestamps) roughly go:
(0.00) Iustitia sempiterna (s) iustitias amo
(0.30) Reddi...fas...sos...e...ici
(0.49) Iustitia sempiterna ti iustitia amo, avice(n) amo
(1.27) Amo name natia odamana nesiates
(1.54) Ona o...tia semeristis semete otis encemenus itis
(2.35) Amo...ve didate no se...s te iustitia
Which... if I'm being honest, amounts to total nonsense. The first line makes sense- "Eternal justice, I love justice"- and the third line is about the same- "Eternal justice, I love your justice, I love (avicen)"- and some of the endings look familiar, but beyond that I'm completely stumped.
Can anyone help me out? The song in question is here: Apollo Justice ď˝ Iustitia Sempiterna (2017 arrange version) - YouTube
Even if not, it's reassuring to know the lyrics don't ACTUALLY concern Apollo's death, but instead seem like some sort of love song to justice. klapollo stans go wild
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