Jinx twirled in front of the cracked mirror in her lair, the dim light casting an almost eerie glow on the purples and golds of her Rapunzel-inspired costume. Her long braids had been set loose, her wild blue hair cascading freely down her back, slightly untamed but fitting perfectly for her chaotic self. She grinned mischievously, spinning to show off the flowing skirt, and then dramatically wielded the frying pan in her hand like a weapon.

“Alright, admit it,” she teased, pointing the pan at you with a smirk. “I look amazing, don’t I? Totally pulling off this princess thing.”

You, standing a few feet away by the mirror, adjusted the leather satchel slung across your Flynn Rider costume. The brown vest and white shirt fit well enough, and the smirk you tried to perfect matched the character—but let’s face it, Jinx was stealing the show.