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âWell, youâre right, we can but hope for the best. ...my moustache isnât that tiny, is it? It still looks good?â
Face-of-a-man-determined-to-bring-his-favourite-crab-some-table-scraps-regardless-of-how-the-evening-turns-out, says Hulk Lightningclaw pointedly.
242. Identical
Itâs awkward. The last time they were in any close proximity to the other, they were trying to kill each other on the basis of a threat to the Dark Kingdom. The fact that this was about half an hour ago doesnât make conversation less uncomfortable.
(At least it helps that theyâre thinking the same thing.)
âSo. Binturongs?â asks Adira, trying to break the ice.
â...yeah. They came up to visit the Tree,â Hector replies, still firmly tied up. âSome sort of quest, they said,â he adds, pointedly.
âAh. And might I ask their names?â The binturongs are close by, a little weak, but not doing anything at the moment. (She likes to think itâs because they recognize her as a threat. Itâs probably because Hector told them not toâyet. Maybe itâs both.)
âThat one is Circe, and that one over there is Circe.â
â...you named them after each other?â
âWell whaddya know, you havenât been completely corrupted by the Rocks after all,â Hector shoots back.
âYou took the Spear of Demanitus out of the Great Tree and let yourself nearly be consumed by an ancient darkness. That was less than an hour ago. Realistically, you are not one to talk at the moment.â
âHmph.â
âIâm not even going to ask how you can tell them apart.â
âIf you canât tell by now, Sister, youâll never figure it out.â
But he called her Sister. Thatâs a more hopeful sign than sheâs had all day.
âHey. Andrew actually talked to me when I was stuck in that cell. Told stories. Made sure the guards treated me okay. Made me feel like there was a reason to go on.â
Ruddigerâs quiet.
Hurt.
Varian takes a deep breath, in and out.
âYou did too, bud. You did too. Just like you always do. Iâm just saying, I know he committed treason and hurt people, but so did I. I mean, I hurt you, and you forgave me. I kidnapped the queen for stuff her daughter and husband did, and she forgave me. Maybe this is his redemption, like Iâm trying to get mine. Maybe thereâs some good in him.â
Good, maybe, the Raccoon persists, but not-all. Not-even-most, Hubert being-bad, using-good bad. Seeing mind, Varian, knowing issues. And why wanting meeting again? Alone? Not-trusting. Not-going-alone, Varian.
âRuddiger, itâs okay. Iâm not in the cell across from him anymore, and if the Captain brings me down from this room and locks the door I can go most places in this castle. I can leave Andrew whenever I want. Besides,â he adds sarcastically, âIâm a big kid now. I think I can handle one harmless man.â
Not-Eugene, Ruddiger replies, pointedly.
âYouâre right,â snaps the alchemist. âHeâs still here.â
244. Croak
âIâm calling him Hamuel,â says Edmund, proudly. âAnd he shall be my messenger and companion forevermore.â
Quirin looks down at the tiny chick. It turns a beady eye towards him, looking (like all baby ravens) mildly affronted by his existence and that of the universe in general, and makes a sound like a chipmunk coughing. (Blame Hector making him sit up with little Cressida at night for a month for that piece of information.)
âUm, Your Highness...please donât take this the wrong way, but maybe let Her Highness name your children.â
Edmund looks mildly affronted. âHamuel is a grand and noble name, Iâll have you know. Anyway, I did toy with âInigoâ for a while, but he doesnât look like an Inigo, does he?â
The baby raven cough-chirps again.
âSee! He knows his name! He wishes to be known as Hamuel!â says the Prince, proudly.
Quirin could really use a drink about now.
245. Esteemed
A full workout, she and Owl working perfectly in sync, criminal (stand-in) properly dealt withâ
âWoah!â
Yeah, thatâs right.
âItâs Princess Rapunzel!â
...okay, maybe not.
I mean, sheâs clearly happy to see the kids, and itâs good for someone physically denied human contact for most of their life, but...
âI just need you to stay right here, Vigor,â says Demanitus, quietly, from his deathbed. âIt will all be over soon.â
Okay, says Vigor, gently patting his Boyâs withered, wrinkled hand. You not-worrying. You getting-better soon. I knowing it. Demanitus Demanitus.
He knows what his Boy is doing, and he doesnât care one bit. Because Demanitus loves him, and âDemanitusâ means Sacrifice, so âVigorâ can mean that too. And this way, they wonât ever be apart for the rest of Vigorâs life. He wonât have to watch his Boy die.
A single tear drips down the manâs cheek as he pushes the button.
247. Umsetztkaulderwelschlottenmitt
âVun bite of zer tender fruit, unt you shall be able to understand the language of any unt every being on zer planetâbut at a terrible, terrible cost! Vizin a period of five seconds, you must correctly say a vurd in zer new language zat someone addresses you in, or else you vill speak zer ozzer language instead of your ownâfluently unt forever!â
Eugene pinches the bridge of his nose. âYou know what? Iâm not, Iâm not even surprised at this point. How long does it take to wear off?â
Alfons looks thoughtful. âItâs a bit unclear...according to legend, zer treeâs grower, Borb, spent most of zer rest of her life screaming at seagulls. But zere may be a vay...â
Rapunzel neighs encouragingly. (Maximus has the decency to look embarrassed.)
248. Competition
âSnoozy! You came home!â cries Lance, overjoyed.
The sneezeweasel, happy to at last have found the nice food from back near the cliff-place, shoves him against a tree. Not to eat him, obviously, but to, you know, refrain from eating him, in a symbolic way.
And stops.
Thereâs a low growl in the air. Barely noticeable, but very much there.
Snoozy looks around at a tiny human with red hair and a dark jacket.
Mine, it says, with a Word that simultaneously awakens something close to genius-level intelligence in the sneezeweaselâs single-thread mind and causes enough utter terror overwhelming every synapse to make her wish it hadnât.
Snoozy bolts.
249. DĂŠjĂ -Vu
Cap knows Eugene and Owl donât have to visit him, now that heâs no longer captain, and is grateful that someone still does.
What he doesnât expect is for Eugeneâand yes, itâs strange to think of the man that way, but heâs earned itâto plop down dramatically in the guest armchair and start massaging his temples.
Owl just looks smug.
âCap, Iâm going to ask you a very, very important question,â says his successor. âHow did you put up with me?â
Flynn-Rider trouble? asks Owl, innocently.
âYou are not helping.â
Cap, upon getting the full story, laughs harder than he has in months.
250. Inappropriate
Itâs not often that Angry actually gets, well, really angry. Properly furious. Mostly itâs a kind of background anger at the world, chronic but low-level.
But where her family is involved...
Currently, through the combination of a well-placed kick and a punch and a clutched tunic, sheâs managed to pull one of the village teens down to eye level.
âMake that joke about âwalking the dogâ one more time. I dare you.â
251. News
Pascal squeals. Maximus faints.
âIs he...gonna be okay?â
Heâll be fine heâll be fine can I listen? Pleeeease?
Rapunzel chuckles. âUp you come, pal.â
Thereâs a little Rapunzel in here! says the chameleon in awe, balanced on her stomach.
âOr a little Eugene. Or,â she smiles, âjust a little bit of both.â
...regardless!
252. Stubborn
Not-going, says Fidella.
Needing a rider, little one, says Old Romulus. Being a guard? Many riders.
Not-Cassandra, not-rider, declares the young mare.
Old Romulus, in a fit of desperation, looks over to the girl in question. She canât understand him very well, but she gets the message and goes to comfort her friend.
âCome on, girl, it wonât be that bad...â
Worrying too-weak. Back not-strong. Not-wanting hurt again.
âYou wonât be. I promise,â soothes the girl. âAnd it wonât be for long. Just to get used to other riders. Romulus is right, guards need to all work together and be comfortable working together. And I trust this guy, heâs my friend. And hey, when you get in and I get in, we can keep riding together forever. Just us.â
...fine. Just one, though. And only because you trust him.
âYou know, I can just come back laterââ
âGet on the horse, Pete.â
253. Repetitive
WHAT ARE YOU DOING writes Olivia on a piece of paper, dragging her graphite nose across the page.
Hugo smiles. The new crystal array is working well, thenâbasic question-asking skills to complement the communication remix module. And all thanks to a network of glowing rocks about the same size as a fingertip, in a copper-and-invar body seven inches long. The only thing more amazing than his own genius is seeing it in action.
âItâs my alchemistâs code, Liv. Every alchemist knows to keep their notes a secret, so nobody can steal them.â
WHAT IS AN ALCHEMISTâS CODE writes the metal mouse.
âSometimes itâs just switching up letters, sometimes people use a funny language or secret words. Me, I donât even write in symbols. Just...well, these. And nobody's smart enough to crack the code but me.â
WHY ARE YOU DRAWING DOTS AND LINES
âThatâs my alchemistâs code, Olivia, like I just said. Iâm writing about you.â
WHAT ARE YOU WRITING ABOUT
Hugo sighs. âMild issues with the curiosity array. I might need to reprogram you.â
WHAT MAKES YOU THINK IT ISNâT FUNCTIONING PERFECTLY
â...is it? You tell me.â
HOW SHOULD I KNOW IF YOUâRE THE ONE WHO ADDED IT
He chuckles. âYouâre getting cheeky, you know.â
IS THAT A PROBLEM
It shouldnât be possible for a jumble of gears and ratchets to look contrite and worried, but Olivia manages it all the same.
DID I DO SOMETHING WRONG
Hugo smiles again, and rubs the top of her head. âYou're doing just fine, Liv. You're doing just fine.â
DO YOU KNOW THAT'S NOT A PROPER ANSWER
The alchemist rolls his eyes. "No, you didn't do anything wrong, Olivia."
THANK YOU
254. Thin
I had a peacock once, back in those earliest days. Oh, it was wonderful to have a companion who gave me the respect I deserved. But little Pygmalion died so soon afterwards, only forty years later. An accident, I am certainâand yet he seemed soâŚat peace, when he passed. As though it was a mercy.
I can't imagine how death could be peaceful, or life an agony. But then, I have the Sundrop. Pygmalion sustained himself somehow, and truly I'm not entirely certain how, but the clock wasn't turned back for him. If anything, from his last ramblings, the clock had simply slowed. Every second an hour, like a scrap of butter spread across a loaf of bread. My Pygmalion was strong and proud, but he just wasn't strong enough.
A pity, really. A true companion would have been nice, across these long, long years.
255. Instinct
I would just like to point out that I did not, in fact, have any particular choice in whom to or not to bite, given among other things the frantic nature of my escape and the unsteady hand which I was forced upon from the cramped and cruel shell within which your father imprisoned meâ
Brock's staring.
Stalyan scoffs. "You have a crab."
"And you haveâŚa spider?"
"She nearly killed my dad once, I squashed her flat, she survived, and, well, it's been kind of uphill from there."
Furthermore I would like to make quite clear that, regardless of previous affiliations with and natural tendencies employed by Stalyan's father, I have developed a sufficient understanding of the ethical considerations of my own nature and have no particular desire to inflict upon anyone for whom Stalyan bears considerable affection the disastrous consequences of my own unique abilities as a Kai spider, scientific classification viduata formidabilis, a member of theâ
"Rapunzel, dear? Now is not the time."
"âŚwhy is your spider named Rapunzel?"
Aside from my considerable artistic talent, worthy adversaries deserve recognition, as I am certain you yourself are aware of, Brock, given what appears to be more than a passing similarity to Stalyan's previous romantic attachment, which appears to have been a personal choice from before meeting Stalyan and therefore a symbol of your own respect for the individual in questionâ
"Because she's about as capable of reading the room and keeping her mouth shut as the human Rapunzel. And is apparently as impossible to squish."
"Wait, waitâŚRapunzel as in seventy-foot-long blond hair Rapunzel?"
"You've met her?"
Brock blushes. "She tied me up in it after her boyfriend knocked me out."
Stalyan smirks. "Yep. That sounds like her. And him, for that matter. SoâŚ" she leans closer. "You like being tied up?"
I should like to raise for your consideration at this time that as a method of flirting, Stalyan, this is a supremely uninspired tactic, and this is coming from a member of a species where we frequently consume the males alive during courtshipâ
"One more word and it's back under the swatter."
You cannot kill that which has mastered death, says Rapunzel, smugly.
"And here I thought Hulk was crazyâŚ"
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How differently do they think of each other now compared to when they first met?
When Rapunzel first met Merida, she idealized her to an extreme and was intimidated. Over the course of getting to know her she grows more confident in her ability to argue with Merida and make decisions for herself, realizing Merida is not as worldly as she claims and despite her constant boundary pushing Meridaâs been relatively sheltered.
Merida learns to respect and trust Rapunzelâs abilities. Initially contending with some internalized misogyny she confuses Rapunzelâs hesitancy and anxiety for a girlish, silly inability to act, instead of realizing it for what it is, a reaction to extreme trauma. As Rapunzel grows and they learn about each other sheâs forced to reckon with Rapunzelâs competency and rely on her as Rapunzel had relied on the Scot.Â
What do their friends/family think of their relationship?
Elinor loves Rapunzel as soon as she meets her. She had struggled with Merida coming out and was hesitant when sheâd only read about Rapunzel but Rapunzel helps to mend the rift between them. Fergus was always supportive.
Arianna and Frederic are both ecstatic to have Rapunzel home safe. Pascal doesnât really like Merida because heâd caught onto the whole lost princess thing at the same time Merida did and was angry with her for not communicating it.
How do their personalities/skills complement or contrast with each other?
Iâve spoken before about how I really like Merida with femme-ier women but thereâs more to this pairing than that. Both Merida and Rapunzel are very active characters that make decisions for themselves that impact everyone else around them, although Rapunzel is less sure of herself and is slower to act. I imagine that Merida could bait out Rapunzelâs decisiveness and Rapunzel could force Merida to consider other people before acting.
What is their favorite aspect of each other?
Rapunzelâs favorite aspect of Merida is her bravery and self confidence. Meridaâs swagger is almost unthinkable when her only real point of reference is Gothel who is constantly looking at mirrors and adjusting her brow. Merida believes she can handle whatever comes at her and when Rapunzelâs at her side she believes she can too.
Meridaâs favorite thing about Rapunzel is much the same, Rapunzel can confront anything, has been through a lot and is so much stronger than anyone could have thought. Whenever Rapunzel disagrees with someone it makes her happy.
Do either of them have pet peeves about each other?
Rapunzel didnât hate it at first but pretty quickly develops to hate when Merida makes decisions that effect her without her, or decides things for her. Merida is very impatient can hardly bear how hesitant Rapunzel can be.
How would each reconcile with each other after a fight?
Merida and Rapunzel have explosive and sometimes intense arguments but both are very clear that they still care about each other and neither one is willing to sleep alone or go to bed angry.Â
What would be their ideal vacation getaway together?
Terapi Island from Rapunzelâs Tangled Adventure. It was miserable when they first got stranded there by accident but leaving the island together brought them closer and both of them still like to visit the Lorbs, albeit Rapunzel significantly more than Merida.
Think of a new way (AU, different situation, etc.) they could have met for the first time.
Most Meripunzel fics/art Iâve seen will somehow be a story of Merida rescuing Rapunzel from Gothel or an entirely different universe or some combination therein. Iâm sure Iâm not the first person to suggest it but I think an AU where Rapunzel has left the tower on her own and has been making her own way, taking advantage of people in the way Gothel claimed people would try to take advantage of her and thieving from Merida would be an excellent change of pace.
