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the-royal-duchess:

lovelyflowinglocks

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—⛲;♬—

        ”Let me guess, you think you’re the life of the party, don’t you?

[ ➳ ] “Your words — ” he shrugged, eyeing the brilliant plume and fastener attached to her crown, and thinking about asking her what kind of fowl she’d had shot for them. "But I can guarantee I’m th’ only ane here not wearin’ knickers."

Posted on Sep 28— 3 days ago · 1 note
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[ ➳ ] “Aye or die!

Posted on Sep 19— 1 week ago · 1 note

youmakemenauxious:

lovelyflowinglocks started following you

yeehaw mel finally followed me mac and una can be dweebs together again

i’d completely forgotten you’d archived and i missed the sissy.

iztacapil:

tinhearted
lovelyflowinglocks
spiderketto

     “What kind of apple did the Evil Queen give
          Snow White to put her to sleep?  Was it
          green, or was it red?”

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[ ➳ ] I bet my boots it was greenCrab apples
start out that way, aye?” He vehemently refused
to believe that anything his exact favorite color
had any negative sort of connotation. Red was
the shade of passion, blood, his kilt. Apples
were a close second “
Can’t say I’ve ever heard
of ae red apple havin’ any other business than
bein’ 
delicious in ae tart.”

Especially anes from Macintosh Orchards. Only
th’ finest, lov’. On my honor.”

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Posted on Sep 16— 2 weeks ago
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meridastangledlocks:

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➹ ——  (◎) She rolled her eyes. ” It’s been a very windy season across these waters,” she recounted, smirking in spite of herself. “an’ a cold one t’ boot. Ye’ll forgive me fer not finding ye as impressive anymore.” See one cock, see them all as far as she was concerned, but she couldn’t resist deflating some of his ego.

Pride dictated that she step back fro him, but she melted into his touch all the same. Always the same curl, heavy on her crown. Her eyes flickered, and she turned around to face him. 

As long as his neck was, she didn’t have enough hands to do him in. She might leave her smelly booties beside his pillow instead, were it not for the likely possibility that he would inhale them entirely up his nose. She sighed. 

"Ye’re woad looks like shite," she said offhandedly, tracing the blue ripple with her fingers. Tilting her head so, she leaned up on her tip toes, and snatched up his lips instead.

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[ ➳ ] What was that supposed to mean? Had she been eyeing other lads while he’d been gone? That stable boy always seemed to have his on her. So did every man with a working cock, granted, but he couldn’t very well threaten to cut them all off. And less than impressive? She was lying to hurt him now. Helping herself to fatal shots to his ego she didn’t seem to need any bow for.

Still, she reached for him and kissed him, and he counted that a victory and breeze to his momentarily deflating sails. A Macintosh without a bluster of hot air in his wake was a sore sight. Even dirty and covered in inches of sea brine, he held himself as if he were best in show.

—— - Woad!" he mumbled into her mouth "— Could’ve written ye in woad” A beat and a small hitch of his brow as if it would still do him any good now that he was already home before he kissed her properly. Happy to know he could still induce a popped foot or two, he swept her back dramatically as a few whistles from the docks and clucking older maids sounded.

Posted on Sep 14— 2 weeks ago · 10 notes
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ghostly0rigins:

So I decided to put the Meritosh comic off for now. I plan on re-drawing this page, so I’m throwing up the original version of it for later comparison.

I don’t really like how I drew Macintosh. He looks too Disney for me.

There was dialogue, but I didn’t put it on.

Merida: I miss Macintosh.
Young Macintosh: [says something]
Merida: ...
Merida: Never mind.
Posted on Sep 14— 2 weeks ago · 6 notes
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