What did Milla mean when she referred to Morry’s ‘bad habbits’????? did she ever sit down and help him through some Bad Stuff before?? I don’t think having a good time, singing and dancing to a boyband, while distasteful for some, would ever actually be considered a ‘bad habbit’…
What about a cinderella marco but with prince tom? I love the one that you made before with the friend tom, but i wanna see them dancing and putting the cristal shoe
Okay! I really don’t remember cinderella that well, but I tried my best. This is the fanfiction I don’t know if it turned out good or horrible. I hope you enjoy it anyway! I love you bye!
Tom drummed his fingers on the side of the throne. He was bored. An entire ball was being thrown for him to meet princesses and women from the kingdom to pick a bride. People were wondering when he would marry. But Tom just showed no interest in any of this. So the ball was set for him to dance with different girls and try an find one to spend his life with.
“How possible…” He muttered. “I get one night to decide my entire future.” Tom grumbled. He hated this. He hated dancing, he hated crowds and he hated meeting new people. All the woman expected the prince to be this cool admirable man. A prince charming that they would make goo-goo eyes at. But Tom was a walking dumpster fire with social anxiety and a fiery temper. Tom sighed again and felt somebody nudge him, he looked over to see his sister, Hekapoo, looking down at him.
“Tom, you’ve been here an hour. There are groups of girls willing to dance with you and you haven’t spoken to anyone.” She hissed.
“I don’t want to speak to anyone.” Tom assured. Hekapoo stared daggers at him and grabbed his horn to get him to sit up straight.
“Take this seriously!” She hissed, and walked off. Tom’s eyes scanned the room and he tried to find a way out of this horrible party. Tom made a face when three women came near him. Two were about his age, and one was an older woman.
“Prince Tom, we wanted to thank you in person for inviting up to this ball of yours.” The older woman said. “I was thrilled to receive our invitation.” She continued. “And even more thrilled to introduce you to my daughters.” The woman showed Tom the other two and they waved at him. “I hear this ball is to help you find a bride, and I hope you make a wise choice.” She added. Tom shrunk away a little bit and the girls winked at him.
“Th-thank you ma’am.” Tom mumbled. “What was your name?” He asked. The woman smiled and looked down at him.
“I’m Lady Tremaine.” She introduced. Tom tilted his head.
“I thought there were four in the Tremaine household.” He admitted. The woman waved her hand and laughed a bit.
“Oh yes, Marco is somewhere over there.” She said fast and unamused. “I’ll leave you three to get acquainted.” She then said, and walked off. Tom kept looking past at her, like he was getting vibes. But when he turned his head he jumped at the two girls who were still there.
“Is it true you have to find a bride?” One asked. Tom bit his lip.
“Th-they want me too…” He admitted.
“Well my mother thinks it best for me to marry too, haha, what a weird coincidence.” She giggled. Tom forced a smile.
“Is it? Is it really, though?” He asked, laughing insincerely. The girls laughed and kept competing for his attention, but Tom found his eyes wandering around the room. Tom’s eyes stopped when he saw a boy with a tray chatting happily with another guest. He was in a help uniform, but he didn’t recognize him as the castle servant. Tom’s eyes widened. “Who is that?” He asked. The girls looked behind them rolled their eyes.
“Oh that’s our step-brother Marco. We loaned him to the castle for the night to help out.” One shared. “He wasn’t able to come otherwise because all he would do is embarrass us.” She huffed.
“But we gave invitations to the entire households.” Tom reminded. The other step-sister laughed a bit and shook her head.
“Yes but we didn’t want him to come regardless. But then our mother thought some more work would do him good.” She explained. Tom watched the boy serve drinks around the ball and make his way around. Tom moved the girls aside and ran over to him. He didn’t know why he was so drawn to this human, but he was.
“E-excuse me… M-Marco?” Tom called, he was suddenly feeling a lot more shy. Marco turned his head and looked for where the sound was coming from, but shrugged when he didn’t see Tom get lost in the crowd. Tom groaned and pushed passed the dancing people and tried to run after the boy. Tom ran faster and made it outside. He looked up excitedly, hoping to see the boy who had captured his attention, but his face fell when Marco was nowhere to be seen.
Tom went back inside and kept searching for the mystery boy the rest of the night, but as more and more people cleared out he didn’t see the human boy. Tom sighed and slumped down in his chair once all the guests had left. There had been a few last-minute attempts to flirt with him by other women, but Tom was having none of it. After the party he looked over to see and angry looking Hekapoo.
“The ENTIRE kingdom was here! And you didn’t find a spark with any young person?” She demanded. Tom rubbed the back of his head and Hekapoo narrowed her eyes. “You found somebody didn’t you?” She asked. Tom blushed and looked down.
“I don’t know…” He mumbled. “I didn’t even talk to him.” Tom added. He looked away and his eyes fell to the middle of the floor. Tom gasped and scrambled up and ran over. He lifted up a dark blue shoe. “This is it!” He cried.
“Those are the shoes the maids wear.” Hekapoo told him.
“I know! He was working as a maid during the party for us! All we need to do is go around to all the citizens in the kingdom and see which person it fits!” Tom exclaimed. Hekapoo raised an eyebrow.
“That’s crazy, do you know how many helpers were wearing those? It might not even be his shoe.” She told him. But Tom was already scrambling to find his shoes and coat and run out the door. Hekapoo ran after him and stuck her head out the door, calling after her brother. “Tom! I really think you’re jumping to conclusions! What are you going to do? Go to every door in the kingdom until you see this guy you haven’t even spoken too?” She called.
“Put this on your foot please!”
“It’s okay it’s for a good reason!”
The fourth door that day slammed on Tom’s face. Hekapoo put her hands on her hips. She had decided to follow, thinking she would have to pull her baby brother out of trouble, or it would be funny to see him run around, which it was.
“Maybe if you tell people who you are they’ll want to try on the slipper.” She suggested. Tom rolled his eyes.
“There are two things wrong with that. Number one, if I tell people who I am, everybody will pretend it fits and say that they’re the one! Number two, who is going to believe me if I say ‘Hey! Put this shoe on for no weird reason! I’m the prince so it’s not creepy for me to have an obsession with your feet!’?” Tom cried. Hekapoo laughed a bit and nodded, as the siblings went to the next house.
Tom knocked on the door and it just so happened to be a family who recognized him. “Oh prince Tom! Princess Hekapoo, what an honor to see you.” The woman smiled. “I expect you’re here for one of my daughters, perhaps after you clicked so well last night.” She asked, giggling a little bit. Tom tilted his head.
“Oh yes, Lady Tremaine.” Tom remembered. “I am here for that!” He exclaimed. The woman’s face lit up, but then Tom kept talking. “Your step-son! Marco!” Tom cried. “I want to ask for his hand in marriage.” He beamed. The older woman’s face fell and she stared at Tom for a long while before Tom continued. “I’ve been looking everywhere for him! I even have his shoe right here!” Tom continued, holding up the slipper. “Can I?” he asked. “I want to make sure it fits, so I know it’s the right person.”
“Or you could just, you know, look at him.” Hekapoo suggested.
“Shut-up Hecka!” Tom hissed. Lady Tremaine took the shoe.
“Well then, please do come in.” She insisted. Tom smiled big at Hekapoo and they went into the house.
“He’s here for HIM!” The step-mother hissed.
“Well what do we do?” One of the sep-sisters asked. Lady Tremaine smoothed her hair out and sent her daughter away.
“Simple, dear. You want to marry the prince do you not?” She asked. “You will be Marco, tell him it was you he saw at the ball and pretend that this slipper fits.” She insisted. The daughter nodded and took the shoe, going on her way. As soon as she left Lady Tremaine turned to Marco and narrowed her eyes.
“I thought I talked to you earlier?” Tom asked, he wasn’t buying this.
“No, no, you talked to my sisters!” She laughed. “I’m Marco, remember. The shoe fits.” She teased. Tom raised an eyebrow and took the shoe, staring at it for a long while. And then he looked back at the white red-haired girl.
“Marco had brown skin and eyes.” Tom responded. Hekapoo took him by the shoulder.
“We probably have the wrong house, this must be a coincidence.” She insisted. Tom pulled away and shook his head.
“No. I talked to her! And you told me Marco was your step-brother.” Tom insisted. “And you didn’t want him coming to the ball because you said he would just embarrass you.” Tom hissed. He then pieced this together. “You’re pretending to be him because you want to marry me instead. Now what did you do with Marco?” Tom demanded. The girls exchanged glances, in the silence Tom heard a bang come from the upstairs. He gasped and dashed up the steps, he came down the hallway to a room. Despite protests coming from the others Tom didn’t waste any time tearing the door open.
Marco shot up from the bed he was sitting on and gasped when he saw a demon tackle him down. “PUT THIS SHOE ON!” He screamed. Marco shoved him off.
“Why!?” Marco cried.
“I saw you at the ball! I tried to talk to you but you ran away too fast!” Tom exclaimed. “I-it’s me! I’m the prince, I wanted to meet you again, Marco! I-I want to ask for your hand in marriage.” He told the human. Marco gasped and Tom tried to hand him the slipper again. Marco put a hand over his mouth and looked at the demon prince in shock.
“Prince Tom I… I… I’m flattered but… that’s not my shoe.”
Am I like the only one who’s not the least bit excited for the winter finale? Like.. I just wanna see them fix relationships and characters in 2b which they fucked up in 2a… I’m so negative xD Sorry, but this show is just one disappointment after the other.
like top are one of my fav bands and have been since like 2013 and now i am getting see them again but im like ugh idk if i can do it bc of the fans and like i just wanna cry bc why are they so rude and the fanbase is so nasty i try to have nothing to do with it but like i really wanna see them but so much bad vibes from younger fans i cry i cry i dont want to have to wait for like 24 hours with rude people just so a kid can turn around and be like “ew you dont have a top shirt on youre a fake fan” LIKE COME ON WHY IS MY ANXIETY SO HIGH ALL THE FUCKING TIME MAN UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH
This was the original Oregano!! I made him back in March 2013 and he’s what I call a Mouse Gnome! I had plans to make more of his kind but I never really got around to it, I have several sketches of different Mouse Gnomes in one of my sketchbooks somewhere. If you wanna see them, just lemme know!
honestly…some of you guys gotta chill with attacking “bandwagon fans.” like, i get being pissed if they attack you first on something they don’t know about, but that’s not what i’m talking about here. who gives a shit if a new fan decides to root for whoever won the cup last, or whoever has the cutest rookies, or whatever their criteria are? they’re literally just trying to become fans of the sport you love and say you want more mainstream attention for. if that means watching their first-ever game and reblogging eight gifsets of the same player, how does it affect you??? it literally does not matter…just let people enjoy things casually ffs
all orders have been shipped, thank u everyone for buying u_u <3 i hope everything arrives safely!
i wanted to keep some for myself but having 6 individual keychains this big was such a hassle for me so they would be arranged like this! sadly i had to give away that mc (but then i broke it so that was a waste sjdnfdsjkf) but have this picture of what couldve been