Okay! So for the most part, my new blog is up and running! My only problem is I can’t get my pop-up links to work?? And I am unaware as to why and can’t find what the issue is exactly considering it’s the same exact code from this blog. And maybe the copying and pasting went wrong somewhere down the line or?? But if anyone could help with that, that would be A+. I’d seriously appreciate it because pop-up links just make my life (and I’m sure others’) better. As soon as the links are functioning, I’ll start following you guys on that blog. You’ll know it’s me, promise. Love you guys!
Gods, I miss being here so much! It’s been way too long due to the stress of school and athletics, but with the exception of finals next week, I’m done with the semester! And though I’ll finally be returning, I do actually plan on moving my blog to a new one and start fresh for the most part. There won’t be many changes; this is just for my own benefit in hopes of regaining muse for Elsa and getting back into writing without as much stress.
On this note, however, despite moving blogs, I’m completely willing to save and transfer drafts from this blog to the next one. There are some that I very much enjoy and would love to continue! So at the bottom of this post, I’ll post a list of drafts I have and if you’re on the list, we can discuss continuing or discontinuing anything. I’m always down for something new upon the start of my new blog. Any IC relationships can and will remain the same unless discussed. I’m completely open to starting anew between our muses. I’ll also be refollowing most everyone I’m currently following now, considering the blogs are still active. So keep an eye out! I have yet to decide if I’ll be changing my url (which I might) but I’ll give notice to such. The new blog will still be private and highly selective for my own health and comfort and the writing style will remain generally the same unless somewhere down the line I feel the need to change it.
That’s about it for now! I’ll keep you guys updated asap, but expect my comeback sometime next weekend! Love you guys so much!
Gods, I miss being here so much! It’s been way too long due to the stress of school and athletics, but with the exception of finals next week, I’m done with the semester! And though I’ll finally be returning, I do actually plan on moving my blog to a new one and start fresh for the most part. There won’t be many changes; this is just for my own benefit in hopes of regaining muse for Elsa and getting back into writing without as much stress.
On this note, however, despite moving blogs, I’m completely willing to save and transfer drafts from this blog to the next one. There are some that I very much enjoy and would love to continue! So at the bottom of this post, I’ll post a list of drafts I have and if you’re on the list, we can discuss continuing or discontinuing anything. I’m always down for something new upon the start of my new blog. Any IC relationships can and will remain the same unless discussed. I’m completely open to starting anew between our muses. I’ll also be refollowing most everyone I’m currently following now, considering the blogs are still active. So keep an eye out! I have yet to decide if I’ll be changing my url (which I might) but I’ll give notice to such. The new blog will still be private and highly selective for my own health and comfort and the writing style will remain generally the same unless somewhere down the line I feel the need to change it.
That’s about it for now! I’ll keep you guys updated asap, but expect my comeback sometime next weekend! Love you guys so much!
@drowngrief (we have 2 threads ongoing, but considering your hiatus, we can talk about them!)
@outlawiism (I think we have 4 threads omg. we can talk about them whenever your available, babe. just text me or smthn)
@soughtbirthright (I think we have 3 threads from your previous blog! so lmk if you wanna keep them or go through them first)
@funfatale (we have 1 we just started, but as seeing you haven’t been active in awhile, I’ll keep it on hold just in case!)
@choseheart (we have a small interaction going, so we can keep it or not! totally up to you, babe.)
@leagueremade (we have 2 threads we can talk about if you’d like!)
@ryusxnka (we have the 1 that we can keep if you’d like, just lmk!)
@mistressmxleficent (we just have the 1 teen thread! Lmk if you wanna keep it!)
@moonjeweled (we have 1 we just started! so lmk if you’d like to keep it!)
anyway if you support ANYTHING related to white nationalism/supremacy/nazism/racism please unfollow and block me. this is space is not welcome to you. in fact, no spaces should be welcome to you.
❝ unless you actually want to take your POWERS away, i don’t want to. there are ways to S U P P R E S S your ice power, though, we’ve done it before. ❞ she gives a soft grin in response, holding out her palms. ❝ my main priority is Y O U. i want to make sure you’re SAFE, & others will be too. ❞
❝Take away. Suppress... I'm not COMPLETELY opposed to the former, but...❞
Ostensible demurral lies etched in marmoreal features, reticent polemic occurring within SELF. Whether spoken words proved true or as more fabrications, never has brumal woman been considered a P R I O R I T Y. An object of importance. Calling it strange was more than a mere understatement.
❝Okay... I'll go with you. For some reason, I'm going to TRUST you.❞
(MINERVA - AGGRESSIVE WORDS FALL SHORT FROM LIPS):
“HE BETTER!” MINERVA SITS UP AGAIN, POINTING TO her best friend. “Half that shit we didn’t even learn! I swear to god, he just bullshitted it the night before and thought ‘hey, this sounds science-like!’” Thin hands are scrubbed down her face, paying no mind to her makeup. “I refuse to believe anyone got more than half of those right. Well, maybe Michael, but he’s the asshole who reads for fun.”
Anxiety proceeds to CONSUME, thriving off of exuding albatross at very idea of achieving lower than average grade. Excess endeavor is constantly in motion to prevail in aforementioned class, yet TRAVAIL was brazenly indisputable. Insomnia bound when education comes into play. One of many ways to evade aptitude in seemingly being a DISAPPOINTMENT in the eyes of those around her.
❝Maybe we should bring it up to him. Attempt to reason. Desperation may bring up P I T Y and he'll have no choice but to curve them...❞
More susurrations and maunders left lips, carnassials nonchalantly CHEWING at skin surrounding nails; detrimental mannerisms as palpable sign of disquietude.
Can’t take another second of this pain! I’ve tried to be the person all of you want me to be. Maybe I’m okay with who I am. I know I’m just a child, but I’ll try to be a woman. But I’m not close to perfect, I’m not close to sane. I’m not the one to worship and I’m not the one to blame. But you made up your mind and put me on your stage. Just take it all back. I’m not the queen of anything.
❝I never actually CONTRIBUTED to our garden back home... My father used to tell me it would be okay if I did, but I was always too afraid that I would freeze and KILL the flowers.❞
❝You have to try the rømmegrøt. It’s a very basic cream pudding recipe that I think you’ll like. And as a dear friend, I could possibly get you a bite BEFORE the gala. Perhaps that way, you’ll have something to look forward to once the others arrive.❞
‘ It’s something of a cliché to say that we all think we’re monsters. ’
DON’T REMEMBER THE MEME
❝Cliché or not, the thought is so commonly conjured, it may as well be considered a HUMAN necessity. Or, in your case, I suppose, a deific necessity.❞
Mind STRAYS further into topic, subject choice hitting close to the lurking feelings within heart and soul. Living beings seem to have been made to catechize their humanity over DEPLORABLE tendencies. Any who deny such only provide proof; garroting on their pride as calumny thickly pours from lips and S T A I N S ephemeral or celestial flesh (blood is thicker than water, but it shall be own lies you DROWN in).
❝Everyone is a monster in their own way. There’s no hiding from it, unfortunately.❞
eyes drop to fall on the delicate crystalline form, tentative hands, calloused hands that have crushed boulders, they now slowly take a hold of her miniature form. palms open, rising slowly to better examine. a wide smile evidence of her delight. a single finger lifts to trace intricate designs, as unique as a snowflake. ❛ you have such talent ! ❜ comment no longer contained, voice filled with all the exuberance and wonderment of a child.
CONTAGIOUS enthusiasm palpably affects winter born, modestly averting azure gaze and turning head to the side to conceal smile. For powers to be deemed a TALENT was rare indeed. Intimidating, unpredictable, dangerous… Those were words most FAMILIAR. But talented? It activated something once dormant, sensing the cogs slowly turning and burning away at thick ice. Hope. Yes, that was it. Sense of FLUTTERING hope was alien to physique and mentality, though no denial shall be aimed toward its comfort.
❝Some people would disagree, but thank you. I try to get some good out of it.❞
the performer inhaled deeply, obeying her instructions. Raja loosened her grasp on Elsa’s shoulders before taking a tentative step forward. The other foot followed after a moment.
❛ Might we end this lesson, now? ❜
❝Right when you're starting to get the hang of it? I think not, Raja. If you can make it half way down the ice, then I'll CONSIDER it.❞
Uncharacteristic cordial mischief scintillates in azure irises as fingers slowly UNFURL from wrists of companion. Complete release would not occur if unwarranted, but unspoken question HUNG in the air, waiting for the other's decision.
❝ not typically, but if i find someone i KNOW i can help, i’ll help them. call it a FATAL FLAW. ❞ she shrugs, a small smile tugging her lips. she wasn’t A L W A Y S this way, she used to take lives rather than save them, but this gives her a purpose, something to live for. ❝ i P R O M I S E you there’ll be no cages. ❞
BATTLING words rattle through brain. She teeters on the edge; pull back to stable ground or SUCCUMB to gravity? Both containe B E N E F I T S, yet equally comprises potential in hindrances. If only possessed abilities were those to unveil wings from within porcelain flesh.
❝—-Alright. No cages. No cells. As long as we can avoid unnecessary restraints and closed-in rooms, I think we’ll be FINE. Just trust that if I do get out of control for any reason, I’ll let you know if I need to be LOCKED up. Deal?❞
