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Who is the most protective?
I'd have to say that it would be Elsa day-to-day. But if anyone tried to hurt Elsa, Ellen would bring down the wrath of god upon them so hard that their mothers will not even recognize the corpse.
Who is more likely to get jealous?
I think they'd talk through jealousy-fueling situations so I bet it would be neither of them.
Who takes care of the more domestic type things?
They split the work most of the time, but Ellen will always refuse to clean the bathroom... It's her way.
Cuddle time?
All the time!!
Fuck or make love?
Making love for sure. Ellen values Elsa far too much to just use her for a quick screw.
Pillow fights?
Ellen probably wouldn't start it, but she'd surely participate.
Who is more likely to start an argument?
Ellen, sadly. She is very sensible and patient, but Elsa is far more patient and reserved than Ellen is.
Who is more likely to end an argument?
I think either of them is equally likely to do it. But Elsa would probably do it more often...
Who is more likely to try to “spice things up”?
Ellen. I mean, I'm sorry Elsa but... It's Ellen.
Which of the two is the most awkward?
.... Elsa.
Little quirks that annoy each other?
Ellen sings in the shower... Every time she showers.... Loudly... And not perfectly....
Candy Tassels~
Candy Tassles: Your character is now wearing a very skimpy outfit.
Ellen gave a yelp as her uniform suddenly dissolved on her body and was spontaneously replaced by a thin, sheer top and a tight leather thong, leaving amost nothing on her body to the imagination.
Land Of Ice | | reluctant-queen
Jack hit the ground with a hard thump and a pronounced, "Oof!" He groaned and sat up, looking around in confusion. This was definitely not Gotham. It wasn't Kansas either, for that matter. The room he had landed in could only have existed in a palace and not a particularly modern one at that. Maybe he had hit his head harder than he thought.
The next thing he noticed was that he wasn't alone. A young woman with long, pale blonde hair stood nearby. Jack had never seen her before. "Uh, sorry for the intrusion... Don't suppose you know where I am, do you?"
reluctant-queen:
"M’name is Elsa. I don’t believe I caught yours either?"
"Whoah, kickin' name. I'm Wendy. So I'm guessing Hilda isn't a name you're too fond of then? Sorry about calling you that."
She does kinda seem like a Hilda. Or a name with an H. S?
"Slurred words"
"I don'- I don't know that much about her, t'be honest. But she is very pretty. And she- she does this ice thing. S'very cool. I like it."
"Pretty please"
My muse is a dragon and yours is the knight sent to slay them.
the human was close, she could feel his smell, the smell that she recognized very well, no matter how far she fly, how far she run, he was always there behind her. What had she done to deserve this? her family was dead, she was almost one of the last of its spice, why did the humans feared them so much?
Merida didn't even attempt to hide in the cave she had chosen for the night. she was sick of hiding and not being able to fly at her will, she had been saving this as a last resort but she now didn't saw no other option, she was not a murdered and she would not begin now. it was time to have a little conversation with that man.
A cozy fire run completely thought her body transforming her great dragon figure into a young woman of fiery red hair and eyes like the sky she missed so much, her dress the same color of the flames. She sat on a rock, waiting for him to appear finally.
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