Hey, how's it going?

I AM POOR

ask-rapunzel:

I know it’s been a while since I posted and I’m sorry (I’ll get back to regular updating around May 29!), but I’m a little low on money right now, so would anyone be interested in some cheap commissions?

endlessgold:

OOC;_

Totally auditioning for a musical tomorrow, wish me luck! 

Break a leg!

thecaptainoftheguard asked: She was travelling with you and she attacked me. What else would she be?

Aw, come on! It’s just a bit of a… misunderstanding…

((I am gonna bow out for a bit and let the Captain and Rapunzel get to know each other better ;P But Flynn will wake up soon!))

endlessgold:

thecaptainoftheguard:

The Captain punched and shoved his way towards his quarry. He stepped over Tranur’s unconscious form without a second thought. His attention was focused entirely on Rider and the girl. There was no way he’d let them escape again. No way.

He lashed out with his sword, catching one thug on the arm. It wasn’t enough to kill the man, but it was enough to make him stumble to one side and let the Captain through. His guards were not having such an easy time of it, but the Captain was barely aware of that.

Then they were in plain sight. Rider appeared to have fallen down some hole, but he could still see the girl. Dashing forward, he seized her by the arm and yanked her towards him.

“We meet again,” he hissed as he snatched the frying pan from her grasp.

A startled gasp was heard from the girl, her free hand desperately trying to pry his fingers off of her arm. “Let go!” Her voice was panicky, her hand balled into a fist as she tried to beat away the man’s thicker arm. Her green hues flicked towards the frying pan, her only weapon. Without it, she had nearly no possibility of fending off this brute man, unless…

She delivered multiple blows of swift kicks to the knee, but after the third or fourth one, she wasn’t so sure it was working. Pascal wasn’t so sure either, but he merely stayed on her shoulder, growling at the stranger. She bit her lip, as she continued to pull away from the male and glance at the exit frantically. 

While Flynn most likely would have come to the girl’s aid had he been able, he could do no such thing from his prone position at the bottom of the ramp. The impromptu flight had ended in a rather rough landing; as he rolled down, his head had struck against a rock, and it was lights out for the indomitable Flynn Rider.

(Source: untouchablethief)

((Good luck, Glen Keane! You’ve done great things for the world, and no doubt you’ll keep doing them, no matter where you go. Thank you for everything.))