There once was a man from the sticks
Whose limericks stopped at line six.
They were fine till line five
Then they took quite a dive —
But the problem is easy to fix
If you just ignore the last line, it doesn't even follow the rhyme scheme oh god I've really lost control of this thing I'm so sorry...
There once was a fellow named Dan,
Whose poetry never would scan.
When told this was so,
He replied, "Yes, I know--
It's because I try to squeeze as many syllables into the last line as I possibly can."
On Tumblr did lasses and lads
Their way with fail poetry had.
You're having your fun
But you're fooling no one -
It takes skill to do something this bad.
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Chapter 5: With You I Found My Place is now up on AO3!
This is the final chapter of "A Home of Our Own". Thank you everyone for your patience and support! I hope you enjoy the finale to this Fugitives-inspired mini-fic! ❤️
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Chapter 5: With You I Found My Place is now up on AO3!
This is the final chapter of "A Home of Our Own". Thank you everyone for your patience and support! I hope you enjoy the finale to this Fugitives-inspired mini-fic! ❤️
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And because this tumblr, and sometimes links haven't worked in the past, I am TwiceALady on Ao3 if you have to go the long route. Again, sorry for the inconvenience.
Summary: In a loose retelling of Dracula set in the world of Frozen, Anna and her companions are swept up in the machinations of a being with evil designs. Together, they must fight against an undead terror that would see them all dead, and for Anna, a creature that means to claim all she holds dear. Darkfic, Gothic Horror, Dracula AU.
Author’s Notes: This is a gothic horror story and a loose retelling of Bram Stoker’s Dracula combined with my own thoughts and interpretations of the characters and story and how they fit or draw parallels within the Frozen world as a Dracula AU.
It is very likely that your fav will die (I mean, come on, it’s a Dracula AU) but I do not write explicit descriptions of violence and gore, preferring to write primarily from an emotional angle which is a cornerstone of the gothic genre.
This is a fic written for entertainment and should be read as such.
So, if you happen to want a story that’s a little off the beaten path, and are not too attached to your favs that a possible death would hamper your enjoyment, then please, pull up a chair and get cozy while I spin you a tale that I hope entertains and thrills.
Warnings: Language, Blood, Violence, Major Character Death, Minor Character Death, Mind Control, Dub Con, Sexually Suggestive Scenes, Sexual Content, M/F Vaginal Fingering, Masturbation
900 words down today! Not a bad start after a long, rusty writing hiatus. 🙌🏻
Late last year I had gotten a new job, and with it came a whole slew of life changes for me. Adjustments have been really hard. But things have kind of settled down and I’m going to really try my best to reincorporate writing into my weekly (if not daily) schedule. With three unfinished fics floating around, I really want to get each one updated at least once. It’s been far too long. I really miss writing for Hansanna.
Hans' eyes had traveled down her form, lingering a little too long on her chest before clearing his throat and loosening his cravat. “I see you got ready for bed already.”
She nodded. “I did. I wanted to be comfy.” Her cheeks turned another shade of pink when she saw his eyes travel over her again. A small part of her was wondering if wearing this was a good idea, after all. “Thank you for the new dresses. I love them. Especially this!”
His fingers ran along a looser part of the excess fabric. “I’m not ashamed to admit that I may have chosen it for very selfish reasons.”
Anna was sure she looked as red as a tomato, now. “I can tell by the way you’ve been admiring it.” She paused and bit her lip, “Why don’t you get ready for bed, too? We can be all cozy together.”
The corner of his mouth instantly curved upwards. “I can’t think of a better way to spend the evening.” His finger briefly stroked her chin before he stood back up and moved more into the middle of the room. “After all, it’s been a long day, and planning epic surprises takes a lot of energy.”
She giggled and set her closed book at her bedside table. “Well worth it.” She said and slid under the blanket and turned around slightly to fluff her pillow. It felt soft yet solid enough to be supportive. Not a stray lump or bulge to be found. Oh yes… she would definitely sleep well tonight.
I’m closing out my holiday collection by somewhat combining Day 12 (warm me up) and today’s together. I’m cheating. Don’t judge me.
Since the nature of today’s is “Shelter from the Storm”, it seems perfect to include this one in the Fugitives AU. However, unlike the previous two sneak-peaks from that I’ve dropped for that story, this one will not be worked into the fanfic.
I guess that makes it an AU of an AU, right?
Summary: When a badly-timed Christmas blizzard forces Anna and Hans indoors, they reflect on the the personal meanings of the holiday while trying to keep each other warm.
With Great Whiskey comes Great Responsibility, Hans....
DAY 5 of @hansannafortheholidays event!
Drunk Hansanna
This is the final Ulterior Motives piece for the fandom event. However, unlike everything else in this AU, this one is written in Anna’s POV.
**I’m applying a rating of T–> M on this one, because of sexual themes. And drunkenness. There’s still nothing explicit. It’s SFW.
Before I dive right in, I want to thank @xserpx for being an extra set of eyes on this one. The feedback was super helpful in the editing process. <3
Summary: When family visits, you bond. When Westergaards visit, you drink. A lot. And that’s what Hans had to do to survive one fateful evening forced solo with his brothers. But it’s not the brotherly bonding that was the issue for Anna. It was when her drunken fiance came a-knockin’….
Summary: It’s up to Anna and Olaf to decorate the Great Hall before the yuletide festivities. But not everything goes according to plan.
“Olaf!!” Anna cried out as she clutched the top of the ladder. “You were supposed to be holding this steady!” She peered down nervously from her position near the top, almost ten feet from the floor. The entire wooden structure wobbled and creaked when her weight suddenly shifted.
“Sorry, Anna!” Olaf replied. The garland Anna had been holding had fallen to the floor, and he reached to pick it up.
Anna’s arm stretched to grab the decoration once it was tossed back up to her.
“This is so fun!” Olaf exclaimed with glee as he glanced about all the open boxes of garland, tinsel, and ornaments surrounding him on the floor. “All of this for one holiday?”
“Yup!” Anna smiled as she wrapped the garland around the top of the ginormous Christmas tree beside the main staircase. “It’s all about being festive, Olaf, and getting people into the spirit of the season….”
I’m going to go ahead and tag this as part of the @hansannafortheholidays fandom event even though it’s well after the fact. This came after coming up with those delightful little head canons for Day 6′s “First Christmas” theme, so we can consider this some fun bonus content!
Isn’t it wonderful when head-canons morph into full-on works?
Naturally it was the most emotional of them all. Because I love breaking hearts. That’s what the UM ‘verse is all about. And because it’s part of the AU, it has been added to the series on A03.
This is also a late post to celebrate the winter solstice and Queen Elsa’s birthday. I couldn’t finish it in time. Sorry, Your Majesty.
**here, take these tissues. You might need them.**
Summary: It’s the winter solstice, and Anna finds herself mourning Elsa all over again.
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