i ran.

❁ i ran. what other choice did I have? {indie AU anna blog. please read about, rules, and verse pages before interaction.} previously sisterofwinter ❁

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       { ♚ }; “Oh.” 

        She wasn’t an easy catch and Hans was beginning to wonder if she was worth the whole game— after all, why should he care about disgracing a simple peasant girl, she wasn’t anybody important… And he had a reputation to uphold. The beast decided to withdraw for now, smoothing out the sharp ridges of his tongue. He is being too forceful, of course… But the prey seemed so promising… Adding some softness to his words in order to soothe any wounds that he might have reopened, Hans retorted:

           ”Well— I mean, it must have been something, but how were you             supposed to fix it if your sister wouldn’t listen? It’s not your fault…             I can tell that you would apologize for anything— that is… that is if             she listened to you… your sister…”

        He licked his lips with certain pensiveness, avoiding her gaze for a while— the concentration of his thoughts was almost hearable. “I’m sorry, Anna. It must have been hard— willing to amend for your mistakes but being unable to. No wonder you ran away— well, chose to leave your home.”

                                                 Perhaps a softer approach would work better.                                                  Trust must be first built up before it can be shattered. 

[xeffugit]

                Unsure smile upon her lips -- cerulean orbs soften, gazing                 at the { kind? } man before her.  She sees not a game, as                 he does.  But neither is she fool enough to see naught but                 unbidden kindness.  Still.  The softer tone invites warmth,                 and the once-princess shakes her head.     There's no need for him to feel any sadness on her account.   She hates causing others distress.  Especially over insignificant   things.                                          like her.                               "Well -- it's not your problem, yeah?  No reason for                                you to worry about it.  And it's fine, now.  I'm out of                                her hair and I'm happy with the way I'm living.  We                                both win."           That's what she tells herself, anyway.                       Eager for a change of subject, she diverts { as one does } and shifts her smile                       to something more teasing, grinning faintly at him.  Hands travel to her hips,                        settling there as she leans towards him in some imitation of flirtation which                        is too sincere to actually be flirtation.  She's kind of awful at flirting and gave                        up attempts roughly two years back.     "I've gotta say, you're the nicest prince I've met in a long time."                        Which, of course, is not the saem as calling him a good prince.                  If she's learned anything, it's that nice is different than good.

[praestrictusxmalum]

Reblog if;

You’re a rise of the guardians role play blog.

Or;

Disney, Dreamworks, Pixar, Animated role play blog.

A Role Play Blog

I want to follow more blogs and also do a head count of how many of us are on tumblr.

[xeffugit]

♋

♋ What drew you to this muse?

well -- i fell in love with anna as soon as i saw the film.  she was so cheerful, optimistic and brave even when terrible things were happening to her.  i also really found her tendency towards self-blame interesting.  i originally created a pretty direct blog of canon!anna but soon came up with the concept of runaway!anna, which i ended up finding a hella cool AU and a way to differentiate myself from other annas, so i just decided to rp primarily within that verse.

[stiiiiiiiiiiles]

Munday Questions: Reblog as Text

❤ How long have you been RPing?

❥ How long have you been RPing this character?

유 Who was your first muse?

♋ What drew you to this muse?

☮ Is there anything you don’t like about playing this muse?

✌ What is the easiest aspect of playing this muse?

☏ What is the most challenging aspect of playing this muse?

☢ How many active muses do you have?

☠ Who is a muse you would want to play?

☤ What do you have in common with your muse?

☑ What are the biggest differences between you and your muse?

♚ Do you and your muse get along?

▲ Of the two of you, who is more mature, you or your muse?

♪ Are you comfortable playing your muse?

✈ Is it easier to write angst, fluff, or crack with your muse?

⌚ Is it easier for you to write as canon characters or OCs?

[meteorius-blog]

Of all the things he would have expected to find in his travels across this strange land - ice merchants, bizzare fauna and the works - a corpse was not one of them. Pulling his pack snug to his body, Noel ran up to the dead body -

- only to find it not quite as dead as he thought it would be. The faint, airy breaths were an indication of life, but they would fade fast if the teen didn’t do anything about this.

"Shit," He hissed, rummaging through his bag for a first aid kit. 

[xeffugit]

                 Breath rattling in her chest, small hands press close                  to the wound in hopes of staunching the bloodflow --                  it is a weak attempt which turns her hands slick and                  crimson, but it is all she has.      A swear alerts her to another's presence, and      she cracks blue orbs pen just barely to gaze upon      the strange with bleary eyes.  Lips move to --      greet him, perhaps, but no sound escapes.

[humblemartyr]

           Lost.

    Maybe she’s just dreaming; at least that’s what she wished. But everything she felt—well—felt real. And not to mention that normally she would be dreaming about some sort of food or a new way to mix different combinations for her odd recipes. That or she wouldn’t remember in the morning.

    After a while of being quite lost and having no one to communicate with, the girl let a soft sigh of defeat escape. How exactly did she get here? No idea. And that was exactly the problem. She’s been places where her sole existence shouldn’t be—so she was partially used to it. Only that if she was somewhere else rather than her hometown meant trouble was happening—big ones.

            But then she heard something—someone. And they sounded hurt.

    Ashen hues focused on the figure of what it seemed to be another female and her fist instinct was to run. Inoue ran towards the individual; a few feet away before she called upon her powers.

            “—Souten Kisshun!”

    The incantation called summoned two fairies, Ayame and Shun’ō, out of her aquatic colored hairpins to form a half-oval barrier around the other female, beginning to heal the phenomena that had occurred. “Please, I suggest you don’t move. I’ll heal you.”

[xeffugit]

                           The injured girl is barely conscious enough to realize what is happening, which may very well be for the best.  She's seen many strange things in her travels, but hairpins and fairies are naught things she might have connected and would likely merely freak her out -- hardly a good state for someone with a wound in the center of their chest.              She does note the barrier, however -- and the fact that she is slowly beginning to feel less like she is dying.  Blue orbs flutter open as she stares at the girl before her, smiling faintly simply because that is what she does; when she is hurting or others are concerned, she smiles.  To deceive others.  To deceive herself.                                          Despite her insistence she not move, she heaves herself up to sit, groaning in pain.  Gratitude is pushed aside to instead, momentarily, focus on wonder.  Awe.                       "How are you -- doing this?"

[stxpids-deactivated20140613]

PSA

Stop age discrimination in the Roleplay community, just because you’re suddenly 18 does not give you the right to belittle me, or anyone else in this very small community we have. You might be missing out on some good people just because you assume that we’re going to be immature about certain subjects, and stereotype us as to being squeamish. 

But what about smut—

Smut is smut. And what is smut? Writing. And who’s in the smut? Not the writer, it’s the character. A fictional character, even if they’re not, they’re in a fictional alternate universe. You cannot get arrested for writing fictional characters having sex. 

Do not object me for being young, I’m just a person writing for the character, I am not the character, the muse and I are two separate people.

Stop age discrimination in the RP community.

[xeffugit]

Except that's not correct.  While it's true that no one should refuse to roleplay at all with underage people, writing sex scenes with underage people can and has resulted in arrests for the overage party.  

Age discrimination is not appropriate, but neither is expecting one to risk jailtime just to write porn with you.  

[xeffugit]

winterempress noctefurores kingbarathexn pxrfidus iridiis

           She's really far more focused on the baby ducks before her            than she is on you -- hardly your fault you're not cute and fluffy.

[thedruidsforest]

How could you lead such a life where you don’t believe in magic?

Anonymous  (via natural-magics)

[mechanicalhart]

                                          l o v e is watching someone {{ die }}                           so who’s gonna watch you die?

[xeffugit]

tag fix

[xeffugit]

humblemartyr meteorius

                   "A-Agh..."             All things considered, inuries are not rare.  She's practiced with them.            With dealing with them.  But it just -- hurts --                          Step 1.  Assess the situation.                                        '  i've been stabbed in the chest. '                           Step 2. Consider solutions.                                        '  don't die.  don't die. don't die --... '          Her head hurts too much to recall what comes next; legs          mutiny, and petite form collapses to the ground.

[augmentking-blog]

Ambitious Starters

"Ambition is not a dirty word." "Aren’t you curious?" "Because I am… better." "Because you are… better." "Do what you want." "Don’t be so afraid." "Don’t be so timid." "Don’t give up." "Don’t hesitate." "Don’t let them dictate your life." "Don’t you want fame?" "Don’t you want fortune?" "Don’t you want it?" "Don’t you want power?" "Don’t you want something more in life?" "Don’t you want to be successful?" "Follow your dreams." "Give it to me!" "Go for it." "Go for the goal." "Go for the sky." "Grab it while you can." "Have you found a purpose in life?" "Hide your ambitions." "I am a bird without wings." "I can see the fire in your eyes." "I know what you want." "I need to know." "I own the world." "I want it all." "I want it." "I will never give up!" "I’ll get what I want, even if it kills me." "I’m on top of the world!" "I’m the king/queen of it all!" "It will all be mine!" "It will all be yours." "It’s all mine!" "It’s all yours!" "It’s beautiful to have ambitions." "It’s delightful to have ambitions." "Mark well my desires." "Mark well your desires." "Maybe you should just give up." "One day I’m going to turn this world upside down." "One day you’re going to turn this world upside down." "Put your back into it!" "Reach for the heavens." "Reach for the stars." "Reach further." "Speak louder." "Speak your mind." "Stand down." "Stand out." "Stand up!" "Stay motivated!" "Step up to the plate." "Superior intelligence breeds superior ambition." "This is my only chance." "This is your only chance." "Try harder." "Use your command voice." "Walk with a purpose." "What do you desire?" "What do you want in life?" "You could do better." "You could do so much more with yourself." "You go tiger!" "You have a purpose in life." "You know what I want." "You lack ambition." "You look determined." "You need a purpose in life." "You need to be more persistent!" "You own the world." "You want it." "You want something, don’t you?" "You want something." "You want to know." "You’re going to have to try harder than that." "You’re persistent."

[consultingking-jim]

Send me "Ours" for a drabble of our muses raising a child

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       { ♚ }; He had to physically sustain his smile, stretching the muscles to sustain it for a while longer— she wasn’t an easy prey. She was a victim already bitten, already bearing scars of deception. Weathered by whatever happened in her homeland or during the travels… Hans almost had her, what did he do  w r o n g—… 

                               Well, no time for that. Two can play the same game—                                and he was the master of it. The hunter of insecurities,                                the wickedness that was born with teeth and claws.

     A disarming chuckle— he needed to order his fists to uncurl, the prince certainly did not await this kind of alertness from a careless girl like Anna. Perhaps she did have her share of troubles… If so then her smile was certainly tenacious. Stupidly so. The harshness of reality was supposed to make people stronger, not more naive. 

         ”No, I suppose not, it could always be worse— but what do you mean? Your sister hates you? That’s a strong word!!” His smile quickly changed into a worried line and he raised eyebrows at her as if he was astounded by Anna’s statement.

    “I’m sure there was a good reason for her silence…?”

                                                                                                         Like hating your guts.

     ”Was it something you said?” 

                                                                                                         Sure it was. 

[xeffugit]

          Natural naivety had given birth to something else -- a kind of a coping method, one might say.  If she was able to convince herself of her own happiness even when trapped within the pits of despair, then surely she would be able to survive even the most painful of moments.  So when unsure or struggling or scared, she pretended happiness so well that she herself nearly believed it; while the deeper parts of her, those that hid in the back of her skull and strayed too near to her ribs, coped with what must be coped with.  Those are the parts that make Anna d a n g e r o u s  The parts she doesn't even know herself.                                        So how could another begin to imagine them?                 "I wish I knew.  One day we were fine -- the                  closest sisters you ever knew.  And then she                 just -- shut me out."                             Ignorant { at least consciously } to his double-meaning and cruelty, Anna answers his musings honestly.  Her shoulders lift, the smile reemerging as she laughs once more, as though to brush away the worry.  There is no need for it.  She is just f i n e .                                                 Really.                                                       "Oh, well!  If nothing else, it motivated me                                                        to travel, and I love doing so!"

[xeffugit]

xthirteenth

          " -- Can I just say?  You           look great in that outfit."                               It's not flirtation but an honest compliment.  The                                ex-princess enjoys making others happy, after all.

[xeffugit]

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