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My OT3:
Lightning/Sally/Cruz- Cool One/Clever One/Cute One
Jackson/Cruz/Natalie- Cool One/Cute One/Clever One
Eugene/Rapunzel/Cassandra- Cool One/Cute One/Clever One
Imagine your OT3 arguing about who is “the clever one”, who is “the cool one”, and who is “the cute one”.
the freak you brothers
I love her design as “moonsandra” so much and with that cape i couldn’t resist to try to redraw her.
The Tangled the Series cast if they were characters in Hades !
🧯🐙🐐🎀🩱
I am deeply unsatisfied with the season finale, mainly because of downright murderous they made Varian to be and the lack of actual character redemption. With Rapunzel, Eugene, and Cassandra going out of corona and whatnot, our chances of seeing him again anytime soon is low, especially with the path paved for new plot lines, crap ton of characters, etc. I just feel like we were robbed of some conclusion to Varians character. But I am hoping we see him again soon in Season 2, if the writers decide to do that.
Moonstone Cassandra
Hehe so I just finished season two and is half way done with season 3 episode 1 and OMG WHY CASSANDRA LIKE WHYYYYYYYY. LIKE WTF LIKE DOES ALL OF RAPUNZLES FRIENDS HAVE TO TURN EVIL LIKE WTF. Anyway while I was screaming I made this. Hope you like
Cassandra, the Oracle of Troy
This is a very old drawing but I still love it so much.
no matter how much time has passed, I will always love you.
Imagine what he felt in this moment.
There is still time before the final, and I was thinking, if the opal splits completely and Cassandra is alive, can she still have at least one blue strand?
You have to be careful who you trust.
I think this comics plays up with the meaning of the phrase "Everyone turned their backs on me, did not notice me". Varian just became invisible.
- You sure you can get all this done? - Yeah. No problem. It’s the kind of thing friends do, right? - Right! Friends.
grumpy inquisitor reacts to companions
Will: Dumbest scar stories, go! Cassandra: I burned my tongue once drinking tea. Alyss: I dropped a hair dryer on my leg once and burned it. Gilan: I have a piece of graphite in my leg for accidentally stabbing myself with a pencil in the first grade. Horace: I was taking a cup of noodles out of the microwave and spilled it on my hand and I got a really bad burn. Halt: Halt: I have emotional scars.
Bonus:
Will:
Will, concerned: You good dad?
Halt, sobbing on the floor: I don’t know what I’m crying more about, the fact that I’m not ok, the fact that someone finally asked me, or that you just called me dad.
Halt:
Halt: I love you too son.
- Walk With Me -
a little Tangled fancomic that addresses anger in a deeper way than the show did, also giving Cass some much-needed therapeutic talks with a [healthy] mother figure. Never done a comic before, and there are a couple of typos and i winged absolutely everything, hope y’all enjoy ✌️ ☀️ 🌑 💛 🤍
Tangled the series is amazing an this song and waiting for the wings (reprised too)made me cry dude
They really needed some time for themselves 🌸
"Rêvons-nous ? N'ai-je à prononcer qu'un nom précis pour que tout fasse sens, pour qu'adviennent de petits miracles, et être entraîné de plus en plus profondément dans l'enchantement ? Les étoiles chantent, c'est un bruissement aigu ; je n'essaierai d'en convaincre personne, mais ce soir là nous l'avons entendu."
“Are we dreaming? Do I have only to pronounce a certain name, so that everything will come together, small miracles will happen, and I will be drawn deeper and deeper into an enchantment? The stars sing, it is a high whirring sound; I will not try to convince anyone, but we heard it that night.”
— Christa Wolf, from Cassandra: A Novel and Four Essays, trans. Jan van Heurck (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 1984)
Smoking, Azazel pulled his cigarette from his mouth, glancing out toward the drive-in as something started to happen, he scrunched his nose, “Well, things could be worse… I guess.” He muttered with a stream of smoke drifting out from between his lips, with little enthusiasm in his voice. After a moment, he blew out the rest of the smoke trapped in his lungs, turning away. Then dropped the cigarette, flicking it toward the ground, staring down at it as he stomped on it. Just at relatively the same moment, someone bumped into him, making him stumble a bit. The next moment, gaining his balance once more, he turned to face who it was as they spoke.
Staring at their hair a moment, then looked to her face, “I'm fine--” Though, he stopped himself from saying more as she spoke on, “Well, if you're any good at Frogger, the streets might be one of the safer places.” He suggests. Before waving out his left arm, staring after her from behind his sunglasses. Then turned his head, looking over at the masked men, and their dogs. No extreme reaction on his face or in his actions to what was going on at the drive-in, because he really couldn't be bothered to care much about it, it had nothing to do with him, “You first?” He offered, not really sounding like he was in any rush to get out of there. Perhaps he was just being too confident.
( weekend of horrors, april 21st, shortly after 8:00 pm ) @boneyardstarters
Cassandra couldn't have devised a better excuse to wander the strip freely if she tried, beyond thrilled for the evening crowds to get lost in during her clandestine evenings out that weekend. But even despite the comfort she found in the surging throngs of people spilling out of fluorescent establishments, she still donned her usual disguise, the blonde wig firmly in place, lest she run into any of her family's associates during the festivities. The last thing she needed was any of her father's lackies reporting back on her whereabouts and movements, which would no doubt prompt a barrage of questions she would rather not answer. So you can wander around Vegas at all hours, but you can't be bothered to leave your apartment during the day? Instead, she opted for anonymity, anything to find some answers. But it seemed that she had underestimated the reach of the Weiss family. Her eyes catching on the commotion brewing over at the drive-in across the street, of vaguely familiar figures clad in dark clothes and masks (accompanied by dogs that would surely pick up her scent), Cassie swiftly turned on her heel towards the opposite direction. But not before she collided with an unsuspecting person on the sidewalk. "Shit, are you okay?" she blurted, shooting a paranoid glance over her shoulder towards the masked guards, hoping to get out of the area as soon as possible. "We should probably get out of the street, yeah?" Anything to keep from being recognized.
