#ofevercfters

@ofevercfters ~ for phillip with diaval ~

“ Well well well, look what the cat hath dragged to my door, “ preened the shapeshifter as he sat perched upon the top of a wall precariously. Not that it was anything like a door or that he owned one in any case. But Phillip was not a person he would ever care for.

Random Headcanon Meme | No Longer Accepting

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“I don’t have any secrets,” flynn rolled his eyes, chuckling a bit to himself, “I’m an open book, baby, no secrets here.” even as he said those words, he knew they weren’t true; he knew that his most emotional secret, the one he kept from anyone--even rapunzel--would kill him to say out loud. 

the truth was, he was secretly terrified that he was a bad person. he like’d to think he wasn’t one--sure, he wasn’t a good person, but he didn’t think he was bad. but sometimes, sometimes he worried that he was; that he was bad, that he didn’t deserve to be happy, to have nice things. he was scared he didn’t deserve the happily ever after--didn’t deserve rapunzel, didn’t deserve to find a home, didn’t deserve to find happiness. he’d never say any of this to anyone, of course.

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“I don’t do crushes,” flynn cross his arms, a challenging look on his face. he dared anyone to say anything against that. as long as he kept her name out of his mouth, well, then he could pretend his feelings exist. as long as he didn’t think about rapunzel, he didn’t have to accept that he was oh, so madly in like (love was too big of a word--it terrified him) with the girl. he didn’t want to admit that she was the one thing on his mind more often than not. 

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“I think flower crowns are mighty fine,” tiana answered with a chuckle, “They’re rather cute, especially when you use the right flowers.”

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“I sound like a dying cat,” tiana deadpanned, rolling her eyes, “my mama always threatened to muzzle me. But I do enjoy singing, so I do it as often as possible.”

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“Well...love is a wonderful thing, is it not?” John answered with an awkward laugh, giving a shrug, “I think love is...it’s probably an amazing feeling. If what I’ve read about it has any truth to it, that is.” he paused briefly, a small frown flashing across his face, “And well...I can only hope I’ll find someone, one day. Though I think I’m a bit too young for that, and really, is anyone perfect? I know I am nowhere near perfect myself.”

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“Why yes, I do believe in luck,” john smiled a bit, “good luck, bad luck, karma--there’s a bit of truth in all of it, I think.” he shook his head, “but fate, oh no, I don’t believe in that. I think anyone can decide their future--it’s not predetermined for them.”

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☘ : does your muse believe in luck? how about fate?

for all the terrible things that have occurred in her life, odette still isn’t one to rely on the idea of some outside force controlling what can and cannot happen for her in this world. she still believes in her own actions, in her ability to succeed based on her own merit, rather than a willful surrender to some unknown entity. however, in accordance with her belief on the weight of actions and what they can represent, she is more willing to accept the notion of karma in some instances.

☺ : what is your muse’s smile like? do they smile often?

odette only came into the habit of smiling at all, truly, in the last few years, given her life until recently was a rather dismal affair. she’s still getting used to the action again, very few able to summon the genuine article that isn’t out of mere politeness or courtesy. it is brilliantly warm, though.

☃ : what is your muse’s favorite season? what about their least favorite season, if they have one?

it came as a surprise when wendy had shown interest in her father’s work. sure, she knew that the young woman was remarkable with her knowledge of literature, but regardless, only few came to appreciate the inventions of her father. as such, it seemed only natural to invite the other into her home, to experience them first hand. truth be told, belle tended to get rather nervous when inviting others to her childhood home where her father still resided alone. she found herself pacing around the kitchen, attempting to find little things to distract her to pass the time until wendy’s arrival. 

when the bell chimed, a few quick steps brought her to the front door. a hand grasped hold of the handle, pushing it down and swinging the door open. a bright smile apparent on her features, she stepped back to give wendy some space. ‘ welcome to my father’s home ! ‘ it felt strange to utter those words, knowing that she no longer lived in this place herself. ‘ please feel free to keep your shoes on... i haven’t gotten to sweeping the floors today. ‘ dark hues found the others as she welcomed wendy into their humble abode.