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Ugh

rapunzel-tangled:

allrightblondie:

rapunzel-tangled:

allrightblondie:

rapunzel-tangled:

allrightblondie:

I hate everything.

What’s wrong Flynn?

…It’s Gothel. Again. 

What did she do this time?

*snaps a little*Oh nothing. i’m just hanging out here of my own free will trapped in a cage. No big deal.

Oh my! Flynn, stay right there! Ill come and save you! 

…You can’t, Rapunzel.

She’s going to kill me.

(via miss-disney-lover-deactivated20)

Between a Frying Pan and a Hard Place

Flynn groaned. He didn’t want to wake up. He just wanted to sit there and pretend he was in a nightmare. He had been sleeping for once, miserable but asleep. There had been too many nightmares in his mind since he had come here. And there was the true nightmare of the torture here as well. He sighed and rubbed his head as he looked around. Well. Nothing had changed. He felt his stomach rumble again and he tried to ignore it. 

Hell.

How long had he even been here? HE had lost track of the days and he was sure that no one was coming. Why would they? He’d long given up hope on Rapunzel ever showing up to help. And he doubted Milo would ever notice his disappearance, let alone come to find him after what had happened to the poor kid.

So he was resigned to the fact that he would never get out of there. Flynn almost thought he’d just been left there to starve to death slowly. At least they’d left him alone now for long enough…although thinking wasn’t making him feel much better anyway. Nothing did. He just wanted to go home.

Ugh

rapunzel-tangled:

allrightblondie:

rapunzel-tangled:

allrightblondie:

I hate everything.

What’s wrong Flynn?

…It’s Gothel. Again. 

What did she do this time?

*snaps a little*Oh nothing. i’m just hanging out here of my own free will trapped in a cage. No big deal.

(via miss-disney-lover-deactivated20)

Ugh

rapunzel-tangled:

allrightblondie:

I hate everything.

What’s wrong Flynn?

…It’s Gothel. Again. 

(via miss-disney-lover-deactivated20)

Ugh

I hate everything.

Testing On A Caged Bird

les-trois-petites-putes:

doctor-facilier:

allrightblondie

Flynn watched her desperately but before he knew it, he was being hurled back into the cage. He could barely think by the time he realized that he had been hit into it and the door was slammed shut, locked. Cursing loudly, Flynn ran up to it, banging on the side of the bars. He didn’t care who heard. He had a chance to escape and that was this girl.

“Please! They’ve kidnapped me!You have to let me out…come on, I’ll give you anything if you want it. Anything. Please let me go!”Flynn hated begging and he hated the own desperation in his voice but he had no other choice in the matter. At least Gothel wasn’t here…but what if she DID come? What if she heard?

“This man…he was hurting me too. Please, you have to believe me. You saw it with your own eyes!” He said, looking right at her, his brown eyes wide and panicked. Surely she would help him somehow…

“Will ya shut up?!” He snapped at Flynn, the shadows shaking the cage.  He turned to Claudia, his expression softening.  He cleared his throat, starting to speak slowly, “This is…bit a practice ‘fer me.  A business partner a mine is havin’ trouble with him, I just came to ‘elp ‘er out.”

He stated calmly, not making any move to go closer to her, figuring it wouldn’t help his current situation.  He glanced at his hands, before they trailed up, looking back into her green eyes.  He murmured, “Mon cher, this man is simply in the way, he don’t mean nothin’.”

She looked at Flynn, shaking her head. She didn’t know what to do or what to think. There was the man that had saved her from death looking like he was prepared to bring another to death. Half of her wondered if she was next. 

She flinched with the cage rattled, her whole body shaking. “Hurting another human being is practice?” she finally managed to said, her throat dry. “Also, you’re in a brothel, Facilier. Business partner almost promises one meaning, here. Is this what you do, then? Find girls that are falling apart and help them by doing this?” her voice wavered, mixed between fear and down right fury. 

“In the way of what?” she snapped, her green eyes blazing. “Your business contract with this woman?!”

Flynn’s rage bubbled. Shut up? shut UP?! He was in a fucking cage like a damned animal and he was being told to shut up? He stumbled as he was shook along with the cage itself and he glared at the shadows. At this point, he didn’t even care anymore. He just wanted out of there somehow and he could tell that the poor girl didn’t know what to do. She looked terrified and confused. Although Flynn felt for her, he just wanted her to help him get out of there somehow.

"You know what? YOU shut up! If I don’t mean shit and this doesn’t mean shit to you, let me OUT and i’ll be out of your way!" He said, shaking he was so angry. But then he saw one of the knives on the floor, realizing that it might be close enough to grab. So carefully, Flynn moved towards it, hoping to grab for it before he was noticed again.

(via wishing-fortheoneilove-deactiva)

Testing On A Caged Bird

She swallowed, shrinking back. Her eyes went nervously from Cedric to Flynn, shaking her head. “Amour, never mind what I am doing here. What are you doing to that poor man?” she asked, her voice wavering. The same fear she had around Laura was creeping into her voice. Perhaps that faceless man had been right. What if Facilier was a murderer? 

Her back was pressed against the door as fear washed over her. She was desperate to help the man, but something told her that her fiance was not one to be reckoned with tonight. 

Flynn watched her desperately but before he knew it, he was being hurled back into the cage. He could barely think by the time he realized that he had been hit into it and the door was slammed shut, locked. Cursing loudly, Flynn ran up to it, banging on the side of the bars. He didn’t care who heard. He had a chance to escape and that was this girl.

"Please! They’ve kidnapped me!You have to let me out…come on, I’ll give you anything if you want it. Anything. Please let me go!"Flynn hated begging and he hated the own desperation in his voice but he had no other choice in the matter. At least Gothel wasn’t here…but what if she DID come? What if she heard?

"This man…he was hurting me too. Please, you have to believe me. You saw it with your own eyes!" He said, looking right at her, his brown eyes wide and panicked. Surely she would help him somehow…

(Source: doctor-facilier, via wishing-fortheoneilove-deactiva)

Testing On A Caged Bird

Once assured that Cedric was long gone, Claudia threw on her coat and stepped out into the night. She was shivering, though it was not because of the cold. She was scared. She’d been looking for work for ages but she’d found none. Aurora was ill so she couldn’t go to her. In all honesty, she saw only one choice left and that was Gothel. 

In front of the building, she paused. She didn’t want to do this but she wasn’t going to let herself remain dependent on Cedric for everything. So, she boldly stepped into the brothel.

And let out a started scream at what she found. “Ce-Facilier what are you doing?!”

Flynn shouted as he felt the knife hit and he sliced into Facilier again, knowing it would hurt. But he didn’t care. He just wanted to hit something again. He needed to gain some kind of power. He growled with nothing but anger coursing through him, flaring up into his body and into his hand. He let out a punch before he was flailed into the wall but he quickly pushed himself up again.

He had just been about to punch at Facilier again when the man grabbed him, pushing the knife into his throat. Flynn growled, moving to head butt when he saw someone he didn’t know just walk in. He stared in shock, thinking he was seeing something. This girl knew the bastard? Maybe she could help Flynn somehow…Just maybe. IT was a long shot.

"Please! Help! I’m being held prisoner here! You have to help me!"

(Source: doctor-facilier, via wishing-fortheoneilove-deactiva)

Testing On A Caged Bird

doctor-facilier:

allrightblondie:

Flynn looked around and he saw something else that might be…well useful. His eyebrow raised and he rushed for something crazy. but at least it was something, right? He grabbed a bar stool, using it as a shield almost before he ran at Facilier with it. He smashed into the man, wishing there was at least a knife or something else around him to cause some kind of damage. Or if it came to that, he thought he could at least manage to steal the knife that was right in front of him.

But for now he rammed the stool into Facilier with all his strength (which unfortunately didn’t count for much now) in hopes of actually hitting him. “Your move.” He said, heaving with deep breaths and exhaustion. He looked around suspiciously, wishing he could find an ever loving frying pan SOMEwhere.

He hissed out when the stool hit him, his eyes glaring at Flynn.  Slashing out, he the stool flew away.  He flicked the knife, hunching a bit before he tried to slash again.

His move.

He literally laughed out loud, his eyes glowing in the dim room.  ”How much ya can dance, Flynny?” He asked, his voice an odd low.  He licked his lips, literally throwing the knife now, watching the knives become more.  ”Dance, Rider, Dance!”

Flynn smirked when he saw the man actually get hit. But then panic came back when he saw the stool pushed away from him. Growling from frustration, he went to get it when he was stopped by the knife hurling. He shouted as one of them hit his him in the arm but moved before the next one could do any damage. Then his eyes widened when he realized something easily enough.

He grinned and rushed for the knife that had just hit him and the other knife that had dropped  to the ground. Throwing knives, really? Well, at least now he had free presents. HE grabbed and held onto the both of them confidently. “You first. Do you do tap?”

Testing On A Caged Bird

doctor-facilier:

allrightblondie:

Flynn pulled away as the witch doctor grabbed onto him, pushing his cane into his neck. Then he was pulled back when he realized that he was being held down again. Grunting, Flynn pushed back and spat in frustration. This certainly felt like a game to him, not a fair fight. Would he ever stop playing? 

“Don’t get caught? How about tell that bitch to get off my back instead. I’m done with her. And I’m tired of her playing with me like I’m some kind of a toy. I’m done with this fight and I want to be left alone. I’m not a prisoner and I’m not just here for your amusement either.”

He ducked when he saw the cane coming in his direction and kicked back this time, tensing when he saw the knife. No. HE wasn’t going to get stabbed again. He remembered the pain like it was yesterday. He rushed out of the cage before Facilier could change his mind and looked around for something, anything that could be useful.

“Flynn, Flynn, Flynn,” He sighed, but his smirk still present.  ”I don’t control Gothel, if y’wanna talk ‘bout her stopping trickin’ ya, then talk to her, not me.  Or, y’know, get smarter.”

He snickered, “I don’t see that happenin’ anytime, soon.”  He watched as Flynn scrambled, playing with the knife in his hands.  He moved closer to the other, taking slow steps.  ”What ya gonna do, Flynn?  Ya only got few moves ‘till ya get the sharp end of pain.”

Flynn looked around and he saw something else that might be…well useful. His eyebrow raised and he rushed for something crazy. but at least it was something, right? He grabbed a bar stool, using it as a shield almost before he ran at Facilier with it. He smashed into the man, wishing there was at least a knife or something else around him to cause some kind of damage. Or if it came to that, he thought he could at least manage to steal the knife that was right in front of him.

But for now he rammed the stool into Facilier with all his strength (which unfortunately didn’t count for much now) in hopes of actually hitting him. “Your move.” He said, heaving with deep breaths and exhaustion. He looked around suspiciously, wishing he could find an ever loving frying pan SOMEwhere.