; a hostile takeover

❝ a hostile takeover. an absolute rebellion to the end. ❞ freyja astrid havfrue. the siren. seventeen. third year. rebel. daughter of the little mermaid. volleyball team captain. villain club secretary. ★

[eaxfreyja-blog]

arm in arm. // lisa&frey

[eavasilisa]

it was beyond heartless and downright evil. and vasilisa knew this. yet she went forth with her plans, her lips finding another – rather random – girl, making sure that her fairest was in their line of sight to witness everything. freyja had sharp eyes. she would know it was her from a mile away. a mere peck was harmless, a bit of firmness in the kiss much too safe and she didn’t have any plans on being safe. the fact that the girl had responded by hitting her first made her laugh, but she continued, a sensuous tongue slipping from between the girl’s lips. and she knew that this spark would ignite a fire in her girlfriend.

and it will be enough to help her.

any sort of reaction from freyja made a twisted part of vasilisa sing with joy. seeing that slap, watching the girl run away from them both and seeing the emotions swimming in freyja’s eyes made her want to laugh. while she loved her calm demeanor, all sharp glares and wicked words, her insecurities went away when she looked like this. angry. vasilisa loved how she was so angry. and getting the reaction she wanted, she took her hand and was even the one to guide them across the dance floor. instead of letting her hand firmly rest on the small of her back, she let it rest by her side, her gaze settling on the eyes behind the intricate mask.

“why slap an innocent girl, fairest?” she asked, tone careless and cool. “it was i who initiated the kiss. why not let that pretty hand be used on me instead?”

[eaxfreyja-blog]

dancing was definitely not part of her itinerary for tonight - not after that embarrassing scene. people knew who they were, and her girlfriend made nothing but a mockery of her. they stood in the midst of carefree twirlers, oblivious to the rage that built inside the damsel in red. she was definitely in distress right now.

“because you deserve worse than a slap,” freyja answered simply, head held high despite it all. she grabbed vasilisa’s hands, forcing them up, and guiding them into a waltz routine that matched the rest. “i don’t know what you are trying to initiate, lisa. if you loathe terribly, then leave.”

with a swift movement, she spun her girlfriend around, caught her in her arm in a dip. freyja’s loose, red locks trickled down her shoulders, brushed against vasilisa’s pale cheek. “say it now.” harshly, she snapped them both back up, continued the dance as she spoke, “don’t waste my time.”

[eaxfreyja-blog]

arm in arm. // lisa&frey

ideally, freyja wouldn’t be caught dead in the middle of a crowd without her bombspells, but this was thronecoming, and she guessed there was a first for everything - including bitchslapping someone in front of a hundred or so people. but, digressing, freyja breathed in, feeling the tight corset of her bright red ball gown pressing against the sides of her rather spectacular, grimm-given hips.

with heels clicking against the marble dance floor with every step, she bypassed the other happy students, twirling their partners on the dance floor, to walk over to her girlfriend. those sharp features, despite the mask, was distinguishable, especially since freyja’s lips have memorized every line and contour of vasilisa’s face.

“good evening, angel,” she began, nickname a bitter spell at the tip of her tongue. she reached out, palm outward as an offer. “care to dance?” subtly, freyja leaned closer, voice a lower tone then before, and added, “let’s talk.”

@eavasilisa

[eaxfreyja-blog]

(tracker.)

wow i am a mess

if i’m forgetting anyone please let me know bc i suck at this lordie

this week has been a mess so im super sorry if everything has been slow af

writer starter:

@eazeke

write replies:

@eaxkay​

@eaxwren​

@eafaybelle​

plotting:

@eaxselene​

@eaxpolaris​

@eagwen​

@eaxaurae​

@eaxbrigette​

@eajaein​

waiting replies:

@eavasilisa​

@eavera​

[eavera-blog]

ace

dynamic stretches make conversation difficult, so vera focuses entirely on her breathing during their warm up jog, careful to perform each stretch carefully. knowing freyja, she’s sure she’ll need the stretch, and she’s slightly afraid to be corrected on something as simple as frankensteins. 

no one’s ever told her she’s bad at volleyball, but she figures there has to be a first for everything. 

they slow to a halt, going through the motions of easy static stretching. vera’s heart pumps healthily, and she’s slightly out of breath, but she offers freyja a kind smile anyway, “what’re we working on today?” 

she can’t keep the excitement out of her voice. 

it was her suggestion to have captain practices, but freyja seemed surprisingly open about it, and here they are. vera would be lying if she says she isn’t preening under the special attention. 

[eaxfreyja-blog]

talking and running - absolutely no problem. freyja was gifted with amazing set of pipes as a mermaid, further enhanced by her intense volleyball training. she wasn’t much of a talker, although she did make quite a few exceptions, and her much beloved co-captain made it into that very short list. unfortunate for vera, however, most of the talking during the extra hour of training were limited to meticulous scolding, and difficult pointers.

“your assists,” she replied simply, stretching her arms over her head. “they’re not bad, vera. but we have to work on them. you can’t be behind anyone else. you’re co-captain.”

freyja’s gaze was sharp, burning holes into the other girl’s cranium. “they look up to you.” she turned her head side to side, making sure her she wouldn’t pull a muscle around her neck; it happened quite often before.

“if we have time left, let’s try to pass aces.”

[eavasilisa]

“r-romantic?” vasilisa’s eyes widened, still holding the bouquet in her hands and once she had calmed down, she looked at it briefly before looking away. there was a slight look of regret but it disappeared as soon as it appeared. despite vasilisa’s numerous efforts in the romantic department, despite unconventional, weren’t really returned. it was hard to awaken a reaction in her ice princess of a girlfriend. which left her both speechless and breathless. “you have the oddest timing in all the kingdom,” she murmured, closing her eyes and composing herself. “i didn’t think you would ask me…it was very unhexpected.” her words were somehow forced from her lips, her face scrunching up once they were said out loud. 

glancing at the flowers once again, she admired the vibrant color, liking how it was just her favorite shade of red. she hadn’t even planned to ask freyja out in such a manner. while everyone went around and had their very own throneposal strategies, vasilisa was thinking about something much darker than a spelltacular night with the girl in front of her.

[eaxfreyja-blog]

a small scoff emitted from between freyja’s lips. “it’s thronecoming, angel,” she replied, taking the last few strides to close the gap between them. “you’re my girlfriend, and have been for a year.” she took her girlfriend’s slender fingers between her own, gave them a light tug. “i’d love to have you in my arms all night for all to see.” with her free hand, the large bouquet inconveniently stuck between them, freyja leaned closer until their faces were mere inches apart.

as if the flowers weren’t enough of a spectacle, two beautiful girls that stood much too close for comfort was much more of a sight, wasn’t it? a palm was softly pressed against the small of her girlfriend’s back as she added, “i’m the luckiest girl in all the land to have the fairest in the school as my date.”

[everafterkrp-blog1]

                           ╔ THRONECOMING 2016 ╝

“Attention, students! Headmaster Milton Grimm has a few words to say.” 

The entire auditorium quiets down as the headmaster takes the podium, students sitting up to pay attention to whatever he has to say. Obviously, it is of importance seeing as all seventh period classes have been called off for all year levels in order for the students to be able to gather together. 

“A pleasant afternoon, legacies! I trust that all of you have already settled in given that we are already welcoming the third week of school. I join your teachers and the members of the staff in extending our warmest welcomes to you for school year 2016; I’m sure we will all have a spectacular year ahead.” 

A resounding applause echoes in the hall as the students react to the headmaster’s welcome remarks, however, it quiets down soon enough as everyone waits for him to continue. “Now, to more exciting news. As part of our yearly Ever After High tradition, I am very pleased to announce to you that the Student Council, spearheaded by Miss Beauty, council president, and Mister Cupid, council events planner, have successfully finished planning this year’s Thronecoming. As you all know, this event is extremely important not only because it is a chance for all of you to gather together for a night of good food, good music, dancing and merrymaking but also because Thronecoming serves to kick start the school year ahead.” 

Chattering and murmuring then fill the hall as students fail to contain their excitement any longer and the headmaster along with the other staff members watch with amusement. “This year we will be having a Masquerade Ball for Thronecoming 2016 with the theme: “ELYSIAN: Unmasking the Future” We have Miss Beauty and Mister Cupid to thank for coming up with such a hextacular theme. I’m sure all of us are looking forward to Thronecoming night and as such, all of your invites that of which contains all the details have already been delivered to your respective dorm rooms.” 

“Those attending the dance are required to be in formal attire; meaning long dresses or ballgowns for the ladies and suits or tuxedos for the gentlemen. Everyone is also required to bring a mask with them as it is a masquerade ball.” Noticing the effort of the headmaster, the students chuckle politely at the attempt of the joke. “Thronecoming will be happening on the night of the 20th, a Wednesday. We will be holding a parade around the school grounds before the dance– students may create floats for the parade just as long as they register their float with the members of the student council. The dance will be held at the Great Hall in the main school building but the adjoining rose garden will also be made available for students on that night. I look forward to seeing all of you on the 20th until then, I wish everyone a good week.” 

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[eavasilisa]

"so, thronecoming?" grand gestures were definitely not freyja's thing, thus opting to lug around a bouquet of fifty red roses all over campus instead, all for her girlfriend. she was never aware of peculiar stares. "this is pretty heavy, you know?"

eyes wide and tall frame still, she watched the other carry the enormous bouquet, not having seen a sight like it in a while. her vision narrows down to the female in front of her, gorgeous yet dangerous and exciting. everything else became a blur. she feels embarrassed, scared, but most of all she felt as if eighty percent of the oxygen in her body left her. without thinking, she takes the bouquet and hits freyja with it, her cheeks redder than the flowers she held in her delicate hands. “I’M GONNA GO WITH YOU ANYWAYS! DON’T DO EMBARRASSING THINGS IN FRONT OF PEOPLE!!!”

[zoeyrph]

a really long, but categorized, ask meme

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askboxmemethings:

ACTIONS - ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING

*Accidentally spills [[SPECIFY HERE]] on you*

*Slaps you*

*Kisses you on the lips*

*Bites your lip*

*Rubs your shoulders*

*Dumps ice water over your head*

*Winks at you*

*Flips hair at you*

*Throws a ball of paper towards you*

*Hands you a note, inside it says [[SPECIFY HERE]]*

*Slams the door shut behind you*

*Storms out of the room*

*Wraps my arms around you from behind*

*Kisses your neck*

*Nibbles on your earlobe*

*Tucks a strand of hair behind your ear*

*Strokes your hair*

*Caresses your cheek*

*Holds you in my arms*

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[eaxfreyja-blog]

a bewildering day. // wren&frey

[eaxwren-deactivated20161125]

this isn’t a joke. this isn’t some foolish prank or grand theatrical show. a girl – an actual girl named freyja – is dying right before wren’s very eyes and he hasn’t the slightest clue how to save her.

water.

wren leans closer in an attempt to understand the girl better, her words coming out barely louder than a whisper, and he hangs on to every word uttered from the female’s chapped lips. 

salt. sea. need sea water.

the prince’s heart sinks when he looks into freyja’s nearly lifeless eyes, and it’s scary how pale her skin looks, bright blue veins all too visible beneath her arms. he can’t help but find himself ultimately confused, however, by the other’s words; wren’s no doctor, but he can’t think of a single reason as to how in the world water could possibly help this poor, dying girl–

unless, of course, she happened to be a mermaid.

“h-hold on–” wren says as he begins to lift the female up. he can’t believe he hadn’t come to the realization sooner. salt water is as essential to mermaids as air is to normal human beings. and, well, everyone knows the only natural body of saltwater around is… oh.

it takes much longer than it should for wren to pick freyja up, frail limbs not used to carrying the weight of another person. but once he has her in his arms, he wastes no time in moving, destination set in mind. “freyja? hey, my name’s wren. don’t worry, i’m gonna get you to mirror beach, and you’re gonna be just fine. so– so stay with me, okay?” he just prays he can make it there in time.

[eaxfreyja-blog]

freyja had so much pride she initially refused to be carried anywhere, but no amount of energy left managed to verbalize her protests. just let me die, she thought. or else other people will. throwing freyja into the ocean will result in wren – wren! her hazy thoughts left her forgetting things, but names had always been irrelevant to her if they held no particular value – witnessing her aquatic form. despite the rays of the sun bouncing of her usually lustrous red hair, and the scales of her tail reflecting in the water, freyja, for all intents and purposes,  wasn’t a mermaid.

she was a siren.

and she had no clue how she turned out to be like that. it could be the hate that consumed her, or it could be because she had the blood of a normal human being running in her currently protruding blue-green veins. she had caught sight of it, found it absolutely vile. her beauty was being sucked out of her being, and that was the only thing she had going for her.

she was much too weak now, unable to even lift a hand to push the male away, or stretch her leg enough to roll out of his frail arms. freyja, despite the fog, came to the realization that she was probably a lot stronger than this boy, and yet he was doing all he can to carry her to... the nurse? no. amidst the resonating sounds of rustling, and fumbling, and footsteps, freyja heard it.

mirror beach.

“wren...” was all freyja could manage to say, limp in the boy’s arms. gratitude was stuck in her throat, more so than anything else. thank you had always been hard for her to say, mostly because of her belief that everyone around her was nothing but useless. but now that oxygen was of no use to her anymore, the sparkle in her blue and green eyes a dull shade, she made a dying mental note to thank him after giving a  final adieu, “if i don’t... don’t make it...” a disgusting (or so she thought) wheeze, dry and raspy. “tell my g-girlfriend... she’s a bitch...”

[eaxfreyja-blog]

hc + being nice to your gf

with an almost offended scoff, she answers, “i believe i am fairly nice to dear lisa. i love her dearly. i buy nice lingerie for her, and to wear for her. if that’s not the slightest bit nice, then i don’t know what is. if our lives weren’t so focused on our destinies then i would say i would have wanted to ma–” she pauses, stops herself before she says anything particularly... embarrassing. ”i’m nice to her,” she says. “so nice i would kill for her.”

[eavasilisa]

shivering a little, freyja’s finger coming in contact with her earlobe (which was quite sensitive), she raised a brow at her orders. “what-ever-after,” she retorted, looking away. “i’ve already eaten.” her mood instantly sour, still bitter from not even receiving a kiss from freyja, she walked away and sat in one of the armchairs available. “mother called. she wants to meet my special friend.” she busied herself with her hair, twirling it around her finger mindlessly. “she’s going to be here this weekend.”

[eaxfreyja-blog]

finally, she picked up the apple, admiring herself for a moment or two on its spectacularly shiny surface. apples here always seem to be nothing short of squeaky clean – and it always felt as if freyja was playing russian roulette; in this place, one could never know if they were about to sink their teeth into a poisonous apple. or poisonous anything, really. freyja didn’t really  trust anyone in this school. or anyone at all. “what’s with you?” she uttered with a raised brow. “so grouchy. you’re going to get wrinkles.”

at the other girl’s words, freyja’s hand came to a halt just before her pink puckered lips, almost dropping the fruit in surprise. she lowered the apple, craned her head slightly to look at her  girlfriend to make sure she wasn’t joking. “special friend, huh?” freyja’s tone had a certain snark to it, one reserved for conversations that involved parental figures and their relationship. she wanted to tease – were you talking about faybelle or me? but bit her tongue. with an amused chuckle, she added, “well, i can’t wait to meet your dear mother – grand duchess anatasia,” before finally taking a bite off the apple.

[everafterkrp-blog1]

The longer the wait,                                  the sweeter the kiss                                                           but the wait ends TONIGHT. 

[eaxfreyja-blog]

HC + Villain Club

send me  ‘ hc ‘  + a word and i’ll write a headcanon about it regarding my character. //

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freyja, while a villain in her own right, is not a villain. being bitchy, condescending, and aloof might make her the perfect candidate for a villain club secretary, but she’s definitely not set to go out on a rampage for simply not getting what she wants. a rebel? sure. a villain? probably not.

in any case, freyja is only the villain club secretary because she’s faybelle’s main bitch for ever after. and she’s uptight and very meticulous, so note-taking is part of her skills. however, she won’t exactly stop anyone from going on that aforementioned rampage, especially if it’s faybelle. after all, she’s still part of the club.

[eaxfreyja-blog]

hc + men

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while not a misandrist, freyja insists that men are the weaker sex. (so, yeah, she’s pretty much a misandrist.) she’s not fond of them, thinks they are mostly useless. she has an eye for some of the boys, however. (zeke, kay - you know - quite the lookers.) her destiny involves having to fall in love with a man, which she thinks she is safe from because of her attraction to girls, and (obscure) love for her girlfriend.

for now.

but she prefers women over men. definitely.

[eaxfreyja-blog]

hc + sailors

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freyja had always liked the sea, the shore especially. she was fond of singing, too. even had her mother’s voice, her dad always chimed, but freyja knew her real mother never spoke a word to him. or anyone. mute. but freyja’s voice was a precious gift that lured numerous sailors to their death. her mother was a mermaid who bore a siren.

she doesn’t sing anymore.

[eaxfreyja-blog]

give you hex. // kay&freyja

[eaxkay]

The sunlight looms around the corner, more specifically the field and sweat is seeping into the open air. Basketball practice is long over and there’s nothing Kay wants to do but to head back to his dorm and sleep– the usual schedule. 

With hands on his pocket, he walks across the field, not really caring what other people hiss at him, because this is the shortest way to go, and he has never regretted it– no, not yet. 

Halfway through, he feels something falling flat on his fast, a stinging pain thumbing specifically on his nose. He falls over, sitting flat on the surface before he sees someone rushing in, the source, he figures. 

He trails his eyes on the stranger who seems to have her hands on his face, oddly feeling the warmth from unfamiliar digits. He holds her hands, softly pulling it away from his face. He pulls himself up before wiping the blood off using his sleeve. “It’s okay” he says, molding moisture into a small block of ice for him to press against his bleeding nose.

“But the nurse sounds fine” he says with a faint laugh to mock his situation. He can do it on his own, really– but she’s beautiful and there’s no way he won’t be slipping her out of reach. 

[eaxfreyja-blog]

“i’ll take you to the nurse!” she volunteered, anyway, despite it being the obvious polite choice. freyja wasn’t polite at all; she was aloof, and enjoyed watching people get hurt, especially emotionally. but injuring someone by accident, during volleyball practice of all times, was impossibly embarrassing for the team captain. it would set a bad example for her team if she didn’t bring this poor victim to the nurse, at least.

that was what she told herself. she really did feel bad.

completely bad that she ended up staring at the boy’s bleeding nose in silence for a moment, palm on her mouth as she shook her head. finally, freyja pulled a clean handkerchief out of her shorts - she always had one on her - and handed it over to-- “kay, right?”

it would have been even more humiliating for her not to know his name.

she led the way, but her pace was slow, gaze extremely focused on her new companion, making sure he wasn’t about to pass out from loss of blood. he was charming, freyja could tell despite the crimson that tainted his handsome features. she hoped no permanent damage was done because this man - he was a masterpiece. “i’m so sorry. i will make it up to you, i swear.”

[eaxfreyja-blog]

hc + winter

send me  ‘ hc ‘  + a word and i’ll write a headcanon about it regarding my character. //

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oddly enough, freyja’s favorite part of the year is the latter, when the air shifts from warm to cool, and water turns to ice. sure, the ocean doesn’t really freeze up, but it gives her just enough chill to control her constant urge of jumping in and revealing her tail fin. once autumn rolls around, she gets excited. freyja prefers walking on water over diving into it.