whoismanvir:

Take off! by markpaulandrews on Flickr.
» time 2 years ago || 8:01 am || May. 15, 2012   » notes 20
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@Rapunzel, A Stranger in My Tower

sunrisejewelofcorona:

What…what was he doing? His eyes were squinted as if he were blinded by something and his lips were all puckered like the illustrations of fish in her storybooks. He looked so silly. What exactly was this strange expression supposed to accomplish aside from confusing her? The corner of her mouth twitched for a moment, anticipating the laughter resounding in her mind to burst out her mouth. She held firm though, glowering at him in return. She had a goal to achieve here. This was no longer about seeing lights. There was a world outside her tower that she had never seen and what’s more, there was a tower keeping her away from the world that she may never have the chance to leave again. This Ravi was her only way out.

Rapunzel let her eyes pierce through his so-called “smoulder”. She could sense Pascal on her shoulder, joining in. For whatever reason, Pascal was even more reluctant to trust Ravi. Maybe he just didn’t like threat of an alpha male in his tower. Not that Rapunzel truly understood what an alpha male was anyway. She could find out on the outside though, as soon as Ravi stopped being so very hard-headed.

Ravi kept up the smoulder as best as he could, but to see absolutely no reaction from the girl was completely discouraging. He held it a few more moments, almost pleading in his mind for this to work. It had to! And yet, still nothing. Not even from the frog. Not that the frog would be any help in this situation. There had to be something wrong with this girl or something.

"This is kind of an off day for me," he said through his pursed lips. "This doesn’t normally happen." With a heavy sigh, he dropped the look and gave in, seeing that this was getting him nowhere as the girl stayed adamant against his strongest maneuver against the opposite sex. "Fine. I’ll take you to see the lanterns."

» time 2 years ago || 9:04 pm || May. 14, 2012   » notes 24
» tags #The Stranger in Her Tower #*takes a bow* #Ravi's never gonna catch a break. #roleplay 

@Rapunzel, A Stranger in My Tower

sunrisejewelofcorona:

There it was, the argument she was waiting for. Of course, it wasn’t theargument exactly. She expected he simply wouldn’t want to take her. What could she say to someone who could not take her even if he wanted to? Rapunzel turned her head to Pascal and found that his resolve hadn’t wavered. He stuck his chest out to remind her that if she wanted to achieve anything here she would have to stay strong. She jumped down from her platform and used her hair as a lasso to pull Ravi up off of the floor.

“Something brought you here, Ravi Rider.” Rapunzel informed him. She found herself becoming angry at him for not even trying to understand how badly she needed to leave this tower. “Call it what you will: fate, destiny…” She too one step and pulled on a fistful of hair at the end of each statement. “So I have made the decision to trust you.” Rapunzel tugged hard and his chair nearly toppled over. Her right hand was the only thing keeping his face apart from the floor and at this point, she wasn’t afraid to let it fall if necessary. He wasn’t leaving her alone in this tower, not when she finally had a way out. “But trust me when tell you this. You can tear this tower apart brick by brick, but without my help, you will never find your precious satchel.”

There was only one thing she could give him as leverage here. “I promise.” There was nothing stronger about Rapunzel than her word. “And when I promise something, I never ever break that promise. Ever.”

The blase expression changed to a bewildered one as Ravi and the chair he was bound to was hoisted upright again and the girl started to assert the situation again. Clearly it wasn’t getting through to her that he simply couldn’t help—as if he wanted to help in the first place.

Her talk of him appearing there as ‘fate’ or ‘destiny’ was something to scoff at. “A horse,” he corrected, but she didn’t care. And what was that about deciding to trust him? She had to be kidding. “A horrible decision really,” he interjected, but she didn’t break her speech on whatever she was rambling about. Suddenly he lurched forward with another tug of her hair. The familiar feeling of falling flat on his face arose again as the chair started tilting. His fall was broken as she caught the back of the chair and he was nose nose to nose with her. The close glare from her frog was even more unnerving as he listened more attentively.

Once she was done speaking, he cleared his throat. “Let me get this straight,” he started. “I take you to see the lanterns, bring you back home, and you’ll give me my satchel?” He let the deal hang in the air for a moment, still wearing a skeptical look as her serious expression bore into him.

"All right, listen," he finally said. "I didn’t want to have to do this, but you leave me no choice. Here comes the smoulder,” he warned. He dropped his head for a moment, only to look back up at her with his signature look: a suave, yet imploring gleam in his eyes, brows furrowed to compliment his pleading gaze, and perfect lips puckered in a pout to top it all off. The Smoulder. This was surely to have her in a puddle at his feet with this fail-proof move.

» time 2 years ago || 7:52 pm || May. 14, 2012   » notes 24
» tags #The Stranger in Her Tower #roleplay 
chroniclesofadaydreamer:

walking colors. by Jin Chu | Agra, Uttar Pradesh, India

chroniclesofadaydreamer:

walking colors. by Jin Chu | Agra, Uttar Pradesh, India

» time 2 years ago || 4:02 pm || May. 14, 2012   » notes 3
» tags #India 
» time 2 years ago || 7:43 am || May. 14, 2012   » notes 49
» tags #india 
m-irage:

Divine
Photo and caption by Colin Roohan

m-irage:

Divine

Photo and caption by Colin Roohan

» time 2 years ago || 4:02 pm || May. 13, 2012   » notes 25
» tags #india 
simplydisney:

Pascal <3

simplydisney:

Pascal <3

» time 2 years ago || 8:02 am || May. 13, 2012   » notes 55
» tags #pascal 
sharpieink-warpaint:

Grumpy by *AngiNelson
» time 2 years ago || 4:02 pm || May. 12, 2012   » notes 8
» tags #chameleon 
nervosidad:

sing your song (by JSP Create)

nervosidad:

sing your song (by JSP Create)

» time 2 years ago || 8:01 am || May. 12, 2012   » notes 59
» tags #mandala 

@Rapunzel, A Stranger in My Tower

sunrisejewelofcorona:

Rapunzel turned back to the mural. She hadn’t been wrong. If only she could tell Ma what they really are. “Lanterns. I knew they weren’t stars.” Letting Ravi see her with her guard down even for a moment would most likely prove to be a mistake, so she turned back to him and said in an authoritative voice, “Well tomorrow they will light the night sky with these lanterns.” She turned back to him, holding out her skillet for emphasis. “You will act as my guide, take me to these lanterns, and return me home safely.”

Even as she spoke, she doubted herself strongly. This was a bad idea. Leaving the tower, rebelling against her mother, trusting a stranger. Bad, bad ideas. But the lanterns, they were her dream and now that she had the chance, she wouldn’t let another year go by before she could watch them from outside her window. This Ravi Rider, he may not have been very trustworthy, but he came from outside. She would choose to trust anyone who could help her. “Then, and only then, will I return your satchel to you.”

She anticipated an argument, but she wouldn’t have it. This was her time, she was in charge here. Sure, she would have to remind herself of this at every moment of the day, but it was worth it to see the lanterns. “That is my deal.”

Who did this girl think she was? Who did she think he was? Sure, he was currently tied up in all her hair and couldn’t really do anything about it, but it’s not like he was the type to just go about doing favors for complete strangers—especially random girls stuck in some tower in the middle of nowhere. Time was money. Plus, he had bigger fish to fry and the first one that needed to be battered involved a jeweled tiara in his satchel that was still somewhere in this dang place. He would have rather spent the half-day or so that it took to back to Corona from wherever he was going in the other direction, considering what was waiting for him there.

"Yeah," he drew out the word as he flattened his hands against the floor then pushed up on them, giving himself enough leverage between him, his beautiful face, which he hoped wasn’t too damaged from all the hits its been taking, and the floor. He forced his weight over and onto his side to roll over. "No can do. Unfortunately, the kingdom and I aren’t exactly ‘simpatico’," he used finger quotes around this non-Hindi word, "at the moment." From his weird angle on the floor, he looked up at her, still perched on the mantelpiece with her glaring frog. He hoped that she was getting hints that this would be a horrible plan through the lack of enthusiasm or drive in his voice. "So, I won’t be taking you anywhere."

» time 2 years ago || 8:12 pm || May. 11, 2012   » notes 24
» tags #The Stranger in Her Tower #roleplay