#astrashipuary

As the night continued on, it seemed like the smile on Ariel’s face simply refused to leave. Much to her amusement, the night was filled with drinks and dancing, and she had to applaud herself for making sure she got more than just one dance out of her date that night. Jack was the perfect date: warm, endearing, and dedicated to making sure they both had a good time. She was twirling around the dance floor when he disappeared into the crowd, a slower song beginning to play through the speakers. She finally caught sight of him speaking to a pretty girl by the drinks table, tilting her head slightly. She didn’t particularly mind — maybe it was time for her to catch up with her own friends. Ariel nearly finished her walk around the room when she spotted a girl sitting alone at one of the tables. “Hey, mind if I sit?” she whispered, approaching her with a friendly smile. “Or is this seat taken by your date?”

After hours of searching for the perfect dress, wrestling with her hair, and watching the same youtube makeup tutorial on repeat, Tatiana was finally ready for the Valentine’s Day gala. When she walked into the ballroom she was in awe of all of it. However, before she could fully take in the scene she noticed a particular face in the crowd. Tati would be lying if she said she hadn’t stalked her valentine’s social media once she found out who he was. So the brunette let out a deep breath and smoothed out her skirt before hesitantly walking over to the man who she assumed was her date for the dance. “Um, hi are you Jonathan? If you are, I’m Tatiana, but if you’re not Jonathan then please forget my name and that this exchange ever existed.”

Astra’s Love Galore 2018

ariel triton + outfits: part 1/?

Rose was pretty, and nice, and bubbly, and all those other sickeningly sweet ways to describe a person but Astrid was just about ready to slam her own head into a wall. Her date was the complete and utter opposite of herself. She knew people said that opposites attract but the blonde could only take so much of the girl. Astrid had politely excused herself, saying that she needed some air. It wasn’t a total lie. The room was starting to feel stuffy and despite how early it was in the night her heels were already starting to seem like a bad decision. As she was weaving through the crowd she quite literally bumped into a certain brown haired boy. “Damn Hiccup, you’re just always in the way aren’t you?” She asked curtly cocking a brow. In reality, the familiar face in the crowd of near strangers was comforting. She was just not very good at expressing such emotions.

She felt utterly ridiculous. For a second there, Elsa was tempted to text Hercules (cool name, most definitely not used a lot in modern times) and to inform him that, unfortunately, she has caught the flu and was unable to attend the gala with him. However, something nagged at her that just because she didn’t want to go, she shouldn’t ruin some stranger’s night. Besides, he could be nice.

Standing outside the compound, the blonde brushed invisible dust off of the skirt of her dress as she attempt to keep her hands busy and her nerves low. This was a bad idea; She’s so uncomfortable meeting new people. To be a complete stranger’s date for a night? Good lord. However, she smiled a little when she noticed a young man heading her way. “Hercules, I presume?”