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muse for elsa is stronger than i expected it to be with how much more excited i am to have her back than i anticipated being, soooo. consider this a fresh starter call??
like for a starter ( & comment with the muse you want a starter for if you’re a multimuse pls )! lengths will vary. verse will vary based on what i figure will best suit your muse. or feel free to come and plot in my IMs if you prefer some planning over just jumping in!
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‘ you are beautiful & vibrant & confident. you are light & laughter incarnate & every fiber of your being screams freedom & joy. ‘ ( from lance !! )
grave suggestion / / accepting ❄ @victoryclaimed
“ Oh, Lance… ”
Touched by the words, one of her hands comes to rest on her chest, and she smiles. Such high compliments, and so many at once… Elsa can’t stop the warmth that spreads across her face. While she’s fairly used to hearing praise, not a lot of it is taken to heart— not unless it comes from someone she respects, or someone she cares a great deal for. Lance is absolutely one of those people in her life, and such praise coming from him… it leaves her rather speechless.
Gaze dropping downward, off to one side, smile unfading, Elsa shakes her head. It’s sweet, it’s so, so sweet, and she truly is touched by how utterly genuine he sounds, but… it’s a bit too much. That is to say, too much for her to truly believe she is.
“ As always, you’re far too kind, ” she says, smile warm as her eyes find Lance’s face again. And suddenly, she’s overwhelmed with emotion, with appreciation for him and for the friendship she so unexpectedly found in him. Without giving herself a moment to second guess herself, Elsa moves forward and throws her arms around him, pulling him into a hug, burying her face in his shoulder.
“ You’re so sweet. Thank you. But you should know that everything you’ve just said applies perfectly to you, too. ”
‘ i’d like to stay like this for awhile. ’ //from corrin!
grave suggestion / / accepting ❄ @filostimi
“ I think we can arrange for that. ”
Soft smile spreads a touch wider, and she reaches across his shoulders in order to pull the blanket wrapped around both of their backs further up. Tucking the excess against the far side of Corrin’s neck, she then tugs her own side up a bit more before once more settling back into her comfortable position. They’ve been sitting like this for a while now and, though Elsa is not susceptible to getting cold, that doesn’t mean she doesn’t enjoy the warmth of a good blanket and a friend. It’s been nice, simply curling up by the fire and talking. She’s… never really had a friend before, and this is only proving that she’s been missing out.
“ This is nice, ” she continues, casting a glance over at Corrin as a hint of something sheepish enters her smile. “ I don’t often get to sit peacefully with someone else. Anna tends to be… rambunctious right up until the moment she falls asleep, which I don’t mind, but… It’s just nice to have a quiet moment where I’m not alone, and there’s still some conversation. ” Maybe that’s saying too much, though. Are they close enough friends for her to say things like that? Oh, she’s no good at this sort of thing… A faint flush pinkens pale cheeks, and Elsa looks away again, eyes dropping down to her hands in her lap. Her smile, however, remains.
“ —I’m sorry, maybe that’s weird to say. ”
this ask meme is based on the blog gravesuggestion. i’ve divided it up into two categories ( light & dark ) based on the themes. some of these can be somewhat triggering seeing that the darker ones deal with a lot of death mentions. please be cautious before continuing on!!
L I G H T
‘ at night i dream of you. ’ ‘ don’t give up yet. you still have time to fix things. ’ ‘ falling in love with someone else is not a personal attack. ’ ‘ i am still so weak when it comes to you. ’ ‘ i can’t believe i let myself let you down. ’ ‘ i don’t care where we go when we die, as long as i’m with you. ’ ‘ i dream of saying to you all the words i held inside until it was too late. ’ ‘ i feel so warm & safe when you talk to me. maybe i could love you if you’d let me. ’ ‘ i finally let the right people in & i have never felt so loved. ’ ‘ i like the way your nails paint red stripes along my spine days after you’re gone. ’ ‘ i lived in your permafrost for twenty years & then you looked at me & i felt the warmth of spring. ’ ‘ i once wished you’d leave me alone, but i take it back. ’ ‘ i want to be able to love someone else, but you stretch your arms & spread your legs inside my heart so that there is no room for anyone or anything else. ’ ‘ i want to believe that we got it right this time. ’ ‘ i wonder how much longer i can cling to your light before it expires completely. ’ ‘ i would travel across the world to be by your side, because as long as you are with me, anywhere is a perfect place to me. ’ ‘ it took me awhile to realize it myself, but you are not what other people say you are. ’ ‘ it’s not that i really need you, but life would be pretty boring without you around. there’s no one i would rather be with. ’ ‘ i’d like to stay like this for awhile. ’ ‘ life & death don’t have to be so boring, let’s make both an adventure. ’ ‘ life imitates art, they say. i didn’t believe it until i started to notice the way your eyelashes look so much like tiny ink stroke. ’ ‘ live your life so that when you die, souls will come for miles just to hear your historic tales. ’ ‘ make your exes jealous & your past self proud. ’ ‘ maybe you’re what i needed to find in order to move on. ’ ‘ never get caught falling harder. they’ll never let you back up. ’ ‘ please don’t go. ’ ‘ some days it’s easier to just stop fighting it & succumb. ’ ‘ sometimes, you’ll find it hard to keep going, but you always will. ’ ‘ the desire i feel for you is that same itching, insidious hunger that an addict has for their addiction. ’ ‘ the worst thing about you is that you weren’t all bad. ’ ‘ there is absolutely nothing & no one who can stop me. ’ ‘ there is no route of losing you that is without pain. ’ ‘ there’s still room for adventure & there is no one i’d rather have by my side. ’ ‘ things didn’t turn out the way i planned, but i’m alright with that. ’ ‘ we could be really incredible together, you know? ’ ‘ you are beautiful & vibrant & confident. you are light & laughter incarnate & every fiber of your being screams freedom & joy. when i am with you, i am truly happy. ’ ‘ you are starlight incarnate, from the grand way you sway your hips to the wide mysterious way you think. blessed are any to be loved by you. ’ ‘ you are too afraid of the future to let go of a past that was never kind to you. ’ ‘ you call me yours & i have no idea what that even means to you. ’ ‘ you remind me of bubblegum & sweets; soft & pink & warm. you are strong in the gentlest way. you are so stubbornly kind. i wish i could be like that. ’ ‘ you still visit me while i sleep sometimes. your fingers trace my spine & i listen to you breathe. please stop haunting me. ’ ‘ ‘morbid curiosity’ is a wonderful way to describe how i feel about you. ’
D A R K
‘ a thousand empty bottles & fist fights will never return to us what we lost that day. ’ ‘ everyone else has moved on, but i am still here. ’ ‘ everything about you screams danger. ’ ‘ everything is worthless to you & you, in turn, became worthless. ’ ‘ for once in my life i want to be surrounded by people that i don’t feel like i need to impress. ’ ‘ freedom is really hard to get used to. ’ ‘ how could you do this to me? how fucking could you? ’ ‘ i am becoming everything we always dreamed of & i am leaving you behind. ’ ‘ i buried you so well that you might as well have died. ’ ‘ i can rest easy knowing that the person i love is dead & not the monster you became. ’ ‘ i can’t look at you. not now, not ever. ’ ‘ i don’t ask how you’ve been. what’s the point? you’d lie anyways. ’ ‘ i dream of hearing the words i so desperately needed to lay your memory to rest. ’ ‘ i haunted this house first. there is no room for you here. ’ ‘ i have a right to be upset. i loved them too, you know. ’ ‘ i just want it to end. i want it to all go away. i want to go away. ’ ‘ i may be a wolf in sheep’s clothing, but a snake hiding in the skin of a mouse is far more dangerous. ’ ‘ i saw your face today & didn’t feel anything. i am free. ’ ‘ i tried to save you, but you didn’t want to be saved. you just wanted someone to suffer with you. ’ ‘ it’s almost as if you were never here. ’ ‘ it’s unhealthy to do these things, you tell me. you say it’s time to stop smoking, time to stop gambling, & dammit, i f you don’t stop drinking it’ll kill you. i sure hope you’re right, darling. ’ ‘ i’m always pleasantly surprised by how easy it is to kill you in my mind ’ ‘ i’m not really scared to die. i’m more afraid that no one will miss me when i’m gone. ’ ‘ i’m not the person you left behind anymore. there’s no one here to miss. ’ ‘ i’ve been dead far longer than i’ve been alive. ’ ‘ i’ve eaten nothing but flower petals & ivy for weeks because i want to be beautiful inside like you. ’ ‘ i’ve never been completely satisfied. i most likely will still be unsatisfied long after my death. ’ ‘ no motive other than pleasure, my dear. ’ ‘ one day i’ll go or you will. either way, it will be as if i’m losing a piece of myself. ’ ‘ our dreams & promises decay along with you. ’ ‘ the leaves change, but nothing else does. ’ ‘ the only difference between avoiding & leaving is that now i’m not waiting up for you. ’ ‘ there is no such thing as a person who is required to love you. ’ ‘ there’s only so much that can be done to repair old damage. ’ ‘ things aren’t going as i hoped. maybe if i die, i can start over again? better luck next time. ’ ‘ this is not something to be proud of. this is a tragedy. ’ ‘ trying to get rid of me? oh honey, you’ll have to try much harder than that. ’ ‘ trying to get under my skin? you’re nothing more than a pesky itch. ’ ‘ unlike you, i can’t hide my identity when it becomes an inconvenience or a danger. ’ ‘ weeping is for gods & martyrs, we cannot afford such luxuries. ’ ‘ would you even miss me? ’ ‘ you are not important enough to earn an eternal place in my heart. ’ ‘ you complain nonstop about being unloved & alone, i can’t imagine what you’d be like if that were actually true. ’ ‘ you don’t know what it’s like. ’ ‘ you made this so fucking easy for me. ’ ‘ you should see me as a threat. i will tear down everything you know until there is nothing left of you. i am a walking threat. ’ ‘ you think i’m already gone, but i’m still fighting. ’ ‘ you think i’m dead, but i’m just dying. ’ ‘ you were never an addiction, you were a fucking disease. ’ ‘ you wouldn’t dare cross me. i am god & you are the soil beneath my feet. ’ ‘ your existence takes up so much more space in mine that we might as well be one entity. ’ ‘ your fingers are so cold & bruised, but you’re still slamming your fists again the barricade as if it makes a difference. ’ ‘ your hair is tied in a noose & your fingernails are razor blades, your lips are poison & i will gratefully kiss them. ’ ‘ your hatred has a body count & we will not forget. ’ ‘ your loss, not mine. ’ ‘ you’re a sick fuck. you know that? ’ ‘ you’re not gentle with me & i would never ask you to be. ’ ‘ you’ve trapped yourself so thoroughly in your own mind that it’s not even a rut anymore, it’s a pit. ’
because i have known despair i value hope
because i have tasted frustration i value fulfillment
because i have been lonely i value love
“How long have you been having these nightmares?” ( from @viltine :> )
nightmare starters
@viltine
A single hand pressed the heel of her palm over her eyes, futilely rubbing at them as though that would help clear away the sluggishness that consumed her mind. As if such a gesture would wipe away the dark circles beneath her eyes. Anna wasn’t quite one who was a stranger to nightmares, but it had certainly been some time since she had one plague her sleep night after night.
It was never quite the same, yet it all centered around one single thing. That day on the fjord, where ice and snow had nearly claimed Arendelle. It wasn’t fear of the cold, however, nor something conjured by a fear for her sister. Rather, it was born of the fear of what could have happened. Visions of not reaching her sister in time. Of her act of saving Elsa had not been the thing to unfreeze her. It always played out differently, but it always ended the same.
A distraught wince flickered over her features at the soft question, the younger woman straightening herself up ever so slightly as she shook her head. No. She couldn’t tell Elsa all that. How would she interpret it if she told her they had started after everything that had happened?
“Oh, they, uh…They come up once in awhile, but you–” Anna was stopped mid-sentence, cut off by a heavy yawn that had forced itself way through her despite her best efforts. “You don’t need to…to worry about it. It’s fine. I’m fine.” A small, tight smile was pulled over her features, one that might have fooled anyone else had they not caught the way it failed to reach her dulled blue eyes. “ Promise.”
I am an impulsive roleplayer.
I let my muse take the reins and decide what threads to start or reply to in a given day. If the muse doesn’t feel it, it isn’t happening. That doesn’t mean that I hate you or that I no longer want to interact with you; I probably either lost our thread or my muse just said, ‘nah bro.’
I’m sorry I drop threads. I’m sorry I don’t reply to memes. I’m sorry I ignore my asks. I’m sorry I plot things and then don’t do them. I’m an impulsive roleplayer: my muse guides me.
Roleplaying isn’t my job: it’s my hobby. I do it for fun. My muse isn’t my coworker: my muse is my friend. We have fun together. If I started treating this as a job, it wouldn’t be enjoyable for me anymore, and the quality of my content would diminish greatly!
And while we’re on the subject, just because a thread gets dropped does not mean the relationship between our muses is dead!! Thread =/= relationship! We can start something new and continue building their bond! Relationships are important to building new aspects of our muses!
I always want to roleplay with you. Just…perhaps not with that thread. You feel?
MUSE BODY LANGUAGE.
Bold/Italicise what you apply to your muse. REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG! Tagged by: i’m a thief Tagging: thieve it from me
DEFENSIVENESS: arms crossed on chest // crossing legs // fist-like gestures // pointing index finger // karate chops // stiffening of shoulders // tense posture // curling of lip // baring of teeth
REFLECTIVE: hand-to-face gestures // head tilted // stroking chin // peering over glasses // taking glasses off — cleaning // putting earpiece of glasses in mouth // pipe smoker gestures // putting hand to the bridge of the nose // pursed lips // knitted brows
SUSPICION: arms crossed // sideways glance // touching or rubbing nose // rubbing eyes // hands resting on weapon // brows raising // lips pressing into a thin line // strict, unwavering eye contact // wrinkling of nose
OPENNESS & COOPERATION: open hands // upper body in sprinters position // sitting on the edge of a chair // hand-to-face gestures // unbuttoned coat // tilted head // slacked shoulders // droopy posture // feet pointed outward // palms flat and facing outward
CONFIDENCE: hands behind back // hands on lapels of coat // steepled hands // baring teeth in a grin // rolling shoulders // tipping head back but maintaining eye contact // chest puffed up/shoulders back // arms folded just above navel
INSECURITY & ANXIETY: chewing pen or pencil // rubbing thumb over opposite thumb // biting fingernails // hands in pockets // elbow bent / closed gestures // clearing throat // “whew” sound // picking or pinching flesh // fidgeting in chair // hand covering mouth whilst speaking // poor eye contact // tugging at pants whilst seated // jingling money in pockets // tugging at ear // perspiring hands // playing with hair // swaying // playing with pointer/marker // smacking lips // sighing // rocking on balls of feet // flexing fingers sporadically // freezing // falling silent
FRUSTRATION: short breaths // twitching eyelids // “tsk” sounds // tightly-clenched hands // fist-like gestures // pointing index finger // running hand through hair // rubbing back of neck // snarling // revealing teeth/grimacing // sharp-eyed glowers with notable tension in the brows // shoulders back, head up - defensive posturing // clenching of jaw/grinding teeth // nostrils flaring // heavy exhales
Reblog if your muse has had a near death experience.
Elsa by Raichiyo33
anna. ( varmhjertet )
@viltine || x
“So, this is completely and entirely hypothetical, but what if someone happened to – Oh, I don’t know – take Sven around Arendelle with one of the castle’s sleds, and said someone kinda, maybe….possibly lost said sled? Not that it did happen, but…you know, hypothetically.” That wasn’t too obvious, right?
“ Hypothetically, hm? ” It was maybe a little too obvious. For whatever it was worth, Elsa sounded more amused than anything else, at least for the moment. “ In this allegedly ‘hypothetical’ situation, how did someone manage to lose a sled? If Sven was pulling it, wouldn’t it be difficult to lose? How far did you-- sorry, someone-- hypothetically go to manage such a thing? ”
What Is Your Hogwarts House Percentage?
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You Are 39% Ravenclaw, 28% Hufflepuff, 20% Gryffindor, and 13% Slytherin!
You definitely belong in Ravenclaw, but you have a kindness that sets you apart from most. While some Ravenclaws can be seen as slightly haughty or intimidating, your Hufflepuff side means you are more approachable, and therefore have an easier time making friends. Despite your softness, you find it easy to detach yourself from emotional situations and give objective viewpoints, making you the perfect person to go to for advice. Your slight compatibility with Gryffindor house hints at an underlying desire for adventure that may manifest itself in a love of travel or trying new things.
If we are mutuals, you are welcome to:
tag me in starters
answer my open starters
spam my inbox with memes
ask me to spam you with memes
scream at me in ims at all ungodly hours
randomly drop a plot idea on me whenever you want
never be scared that you’re bothering me in any way bc, if i followed you, i love your blog and I am always down for interacting with you! <3 <3 <3
❄ @threerulesclock ❤’d for a starter
Turning the courtyard into a skating rink for the townspeople and visitors to enjoy has become quite a regular occurrence, particularly during the summer. It’s proven to be a good way to stay cool on hotter days, and have fun in the process. A perk to a kingdom having a queen with winter magic, perhaps.
With much of the ground neatly iced over, the surrounding area decorated with delicate and detailed ice designs, Elsa now stands off to the side, watching with a smile as adults and children alike make use of the temporary rink. It brings her joy to see the smiles on their faces, to know that she’s made people happy, and to be able to use her powers in a positive and constructive way. As her eyes scan over the small crowds here and there, the people that dot the courtyard, she finds her gaze drawn to a pause upon spotting a boy, alone. He isn’t taking part in any of the fun and it appears, to her at least, that he hasn’t come here with anyone. The impression of loneliness is one that Elsa can pick up on quite easily, as it’s a feeling she knows all to well and can empathize deeply with.
Without much of a thought, perhaps that empathy driving her, she makes her way around the edge of the ice, toward the boy. The smile she wears on her approach is gentle, friendly, and if it weren’t for the faint crease in her brow, one might not even know that she’s concerned.
“ Would you like to join in? ” She asks, folding her hands neatly in front of herself. There’s the slightest tilt of her head, inquiring, before her gaze turns to those who are skating along the ice as though to indicate what she means. “ Everyone is free to, if they want. Even if they don’t know how to skate, there’s always someone willing to teach. ”
muse for elsa is stronger than i expected it to be with how much more excited i am to have her back than i anticipated being, soooo. consider this a fresh starter call??
like for a starter ( & comment with the muse you want a starter for if you’re a multimuse pls )! lengths will vary. verse will vary based on what i figure will best suit your muse. or feel free to come and plot in my IMs if you prefer some planning over just jumping in!
