#beware-the-frozen-heart

[sparebutton]

Frozen 1, Frozen 2, and Frozen 3

[vintersang]

question time. if elsa was an animal, what animal would that be? and why? 👀

unprompted ask / always accepting / @peculiarbeauty

Rose, this is such a delightful ask to receive. Thank you soooo much. I was a little stuck on this question until I narrowed down the list. Initially, I thought it would be cool to let Elsa embrace the form of a horse. It sounded like a great bonding moment with the Nokk if Elsa was also a horse. The Nokk would be totally jealous of Elsa's mane, but I'm getting distracted...

I decided to go with my strongest feeling, not any cool ideas. My most perfect choice for my portrayal of Elsa is something simple yet elegant. I would choose for Elsa to be an arctic fox, which is also known as a snow fox.

Most foxes are often associated with wisdom, cunningness, and stealth. Foxes tend to blend in with their environment, especially the snow fox. Elsa is a very smart character, but what I like the most is that the cunning side of a fox goes back to her evil snow queen roots. She still does have her more cunning side, even with the changes to her original concept role. The opinion on foxes tend to vary from location to location, so there is a lot of thoughts on foxes. They are usually seen as adaptable and very resilient, but what I like most about them is how they can outsmart both predators and humans alike.

Doesn't that sound like someone else that we know?

Another reason why I chose the snow fox is because of this short yet very beautiful comic. Elsa looks soooo pretty in this work of art, so it only strengthened my decision to pick the snow fox.

[violentdelightstheseviolentendss]

Another day, another chance to realise just how stupid people were around here. Honestly, he thought he'd have learnt by now, and yet every day something happened that surprised him. Honestly, when would people learn.

Seeing Zekiel he smirked to himself, alright so maybe there was still some fun to be had here. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but I still owe you a drink".

[oftimeslostlongago]

It was hardly by chance he had found this place. Someone at work had mentioned it, and taking their recommendation might actually make them like him more. It had been early enough when he had first arrived, half reading something, half lost in thought. It took him a while to realise the place had all but emptied and it was dark outside... damn, he really needed to focus. "My apologies, I didn't realise it was so late. You haven't had to stay late have you?"

@daydrcamings for Tiana

[violentdelighstviolentends]

As normal, Hadley was the last one to leave the office. It wasn't so much that he had an interest in what properties were on the market, but more that he he an interest in why people were moving. It wasn't like anyone could actually leave this town, why pretend otherwise? From what he could tell, most of the people in here were disgruntled former-royals who just wanted to find somewhere bigger, but didn't really have the funds for it. He'd have to talk his fake-self for that one, it had set him up nicely.

Still, he did actually want to go home. He may be good at being a mirror for people, but if he was truly honest about it, it was exhausting. Hide all elements of himself, and just be what people expected. Power was the key though, with power you were unstoppable.

It was why he almost groaned when he heard the door. Almost being the key word. "Ah my apologies, we were just closing" always start charming, it was easier to start there and adapt later, than try and convince someone of it later. "However, if there was somewhere in particular you wanted to see, I can get the keys?" he added, throwing in an easy smile as he turned.

[timeslostlongagain]

So far there was only positives about this place. He wasn't in a prison cell anymore, especially as he hadn't really done anything. Closed a door, that was it, and he was sentenced for it. He couldn't really blame his father for that, he was simply keeping up appearances. Wasn't that all that would ever truly matter? Appearance and reputation, and no one here knew what his had been turned into. Least that's what he believed, until he turned the corner and saw Anna. Oh he did not want or need this, but it was too late, she'd seen him. "Anna? You're here?" a terrible start, but he'd had no preparation time.

@theblvckdog for Anna

[dangerous-realms]

A woman who used to eat people to gain more mana and power, but now she freezes and shatters souls and eats them them to gain more power and mana.

[mercuriians]

connect (with you)

synopsis ☆ kuroo’s walls come down after the game with karasuno.

content info — some hurt/comfort with our beloved nekoma captain because he deserves all the love in the world 🙏 SPOILERS for the dumpster battle movie so beware. reader is mentioned to be kenma’s sister a few times.

author’s note — just wanna say hi to the haikyuu fandom :) hope u enjoy this short drabble i wrote, i’ll probably make it look pretty later. lmk if you wanna see more kuroo x kozume!reader in the future.

your lips are on kuroo’s before the locker room door even has a chance to close. his skin is soft and familiar, his kiss eager yet vulnerable. something compels you to reach up, circling your arms around his neck as you pull him closer, tighter, until you’re sure that his warmth has become your own. the sound of his breathing is the only thing keeping you tethered to the ground as your mouths meet again and again. no words need to be spoken.

after years of being together, and even more years of being friends, you know tetsurou like the back of your hand. as if he’s perpetually been woven into your spirit, etched into your heart since the day he moved into the house next to you and your brother’s.

you know that the cheery grin he shot his teammates, the reverent bow he gave to the crowd, and the meaningful hug he shared with daichi at the end of the match were all borne out of three things—his sworn responsibilities as the captain, his earnest respect for karasuno, and the addictive rush of adrenaline.

the moment he left behind the arena’s blinding lights, though, the high seemed to wear off.

yet an aching feeling stayed with him.

when you pour your heart out on the court and play until your muscles feel like they’re on fire, when you devote hours of your precious time towards practicing—towards smoothening out every crack within your blocks, every blemish within your serves, every falter within your receives—and when you imagine the game countless numbers of times in your head until it feels like a memory, there’s a certain type of pain you feel when it’s all over. it’s a sadness that’s inevitable, and yet one that stings so profoundly and uniquely that it becomes a bittersweet moment you’re bound to remember for the rest of your life.

just one more second, one more chance— you think to yourself in a flurry of desperation. because as foolishly selfish as it sounds, nobody ever truly wants the game to end.

that feeling of wanting to remain frozen in the experience is something you yourself are all too familiar with. volleyball, after all, was what gave birth to the connection you now so deeply share with tetsurou.

you suppose that’s why you’re able to pinpoint the exact moment his shoulders start to shake.

pulling away from the kiss, you feel your heart plummet into your stomach before you can even see the tears trickling down his face. something you’ve come to learn about tetsurou is that he rarely ever cries, so when he does, it only makes the sight that much more impactful. wordlessly, you pull him into you once more.

the way your arms firmly, comfortingly wrap around his tall figure conveys a simple but invaluable message that resonates throughout the empty room— “i’m not letting you go.”

quietly, he sobs. you let him.

you barely notice your nekoma jacket becoming damp with his tears. when his crying slowly starts to recede, you break the silence, voice soft and tender. “you were amazing out there, tetsurou,” you whisper. “and there’s three things i want to thank you for.”

withdrawing by the tiniest sliver, just enough so he can meet your patient gaze, your boyfriend tilts his head slightly in the way he always does. his fingers subconsciously trace patterns across the small of your back. “what are they, baby?” his voice is quiet and a little hoarse. really, it’s a miracle that you manage to block out your own shadows of sadness.

“one,” you whisper, fingers reaching out to gently wipe away his tears, “thank you for being the best captain this team could ever ask for.”

“two,” you continue, leaning in to kiss away the tears that remain, before a small smile pulls at the corners of your lips, “thank you for helping my brother fall in love with volleyball.”

“and three,” you breathe out, your vulnerable gaze meeting his own, lips inching towards his once more, “thank you for being as strong as you’ve been, and for carrying the world’s burden on your shoulders when none of us could.”

when you finish your heartfelt confession, tetsurou’s hazel eyes glaze over with a fresh wave of tears—this time, however, it’s for an entirely different reason.

and this time, he’s the one that kisses you first.

[unadulteratedsoulsweets]

A DC X DP IDEA #38

Harbringer

Imagine dis…

I’ve always wondered why despite Gotham being old as time only has a single nursery rhyme. We all know that nursery rhymes have a connection to real-life events no matter how gruesome the truth behind each upbeat tone. Yet in DC particularly in Gotham, there was only one nursery rhyme that kept being mentioned, and that one is the only thing that turned out to be true aka the Talons.

Why aren't there more legends? Or myths in the human world? DC is a breeding ground of legends and myths turning out to be true…

…

A thick fog covers the streets of Gotham, draping every street, alley, and rooftop with only shadows and the occasional shrieks of stray animals to be heard. The Talons may have their nursery rhyme that supposedly strikes fear in the hearts of Gothamites but also serves as a silent warning that hides behind such an innocent rhyme of a child.

However, despite the Talon’s rhyme being sparsely hummed, it is an even more ancient and more forgotten rhyme that only the older and elderly still remember the bits and pieces of such rhyme.

"Beware the headless rider at night,

In shadows deep, he brings his blight.

Green mist flows where his head should lie,

One look, and then you die."

The elderly used to think that it was Gotham’s version of a Dullahan that came from an ancient Celtic god that spread its influence in Gotham.  Nevertheless, it was repeated in hush whispers as if no one wanted to speak loudly, to avoid said gaze. As it was not a man nor any creature they had seen, if you have the gaze of it then you only have mere moments to pray to whatever god you believe in for salvation before its scythe drops down on you like a guillotine.

…

One foggy night, a Joker card slid slowly on the sidewalk outside an abandoned Gotham warehouse, and a loud, piercing laugh from within disturbed the eerie calm. The Joker cherished his next plot, his next punchline to the bats, until the sound of hooves broke through his cackles.

And through through the thick fog, he appeared.

The single nursery rhyme that the elderly remember only bits and pieces of its lyrics, whose reputation was as old as Gotham itself. Mounted on a black stallion with eyes that burned like molten embers, he was a nightmare made of darkness. In one hand, he held a scythe, the blade a slender, vicious arc of gleaming green metal. His other arm clutched his head—a pale and dead face with black hair and a pair of blue eyes that smoldered with icy, unwavering malice, linked to his neck by a moving strand of green smoke.

The Joker, perhaps the only man insane enough not to flee in the face of this nightmare, grinned even wider.

He cackled and laughed like the madman he is and exclaimed if he was one of the bat's new brood, or maybe a meta that had a grudge against him, and so on. Ignoring the shiver that crept behind his mind, and the slight twitch in his ever-confident smile that he usually uses to bare his teeth in bold defiance.

A shadow swept over the cracked glass, and he noticed it. That cold, lifeless head in the rider's grasp, stared at him with eyes that beheld every twisted corner of his psyche. The green mist filled the room, wrapping around Joker's ankles and pressing against his chest, chilly as the nothingness.

His scythe rose in a slow, methodical arc, cutting through the mist as if it were silk. Joker's grin vanished as an icy weight fell to his bones. His heart stopped, a chilly, unnatural stillness seizing him as if the air around him had frozen. The green mist tightened, coiling around his neck, filling his lungs and pulling the last wisps of air from his lips.

He swung his scythe and sliced through the darkness in a smooth, flowing stroke. And at that final, fleeting second, Joker saw his reflection in the rider's eyes, twisted and broken, captured in a flash of green.

Then quiet.

When the fog slowly disappeared, the Joker lay sprawled on the ground, his lifeless eyes staring at the darkness, as his infamous smile that used to be a symbol of fear in Gotham now has that uncertainly or some call it fear, forever etched on his face.

He rode away, going back into Gotham's shadowy streets. Somewhere ahead, his next prey waited, blissfully oblivious to the approaching judgment.

Following his departure, the nursery rhyme floated back into the night, scaring the elders who were blissfully sleeping, and woke up in alert as if they were back within their parent’s embrace after being scared of the old rhymes that their parents had just whispered to them in the dead of night.

…

Danny used to be a protector on both sides of his ghostly and humanity side. As years pass by, he the same faces of both the GIW and his parents committing the same atrocities, escaping justice time and again. Each innocent ghostly life and even the ghostly animals and blobs became a haunting reminder of the limits of mercy.

When the Observants summoned him, they gave him two options: remain powerless as innocent souls were lost or take on a new purpose—one that only someone with a heart as broken as his own could bear. They dubbed him the Harbringer, the one who would see that the irredeemable face the consequences of their brutality, that day he became both the judge and executioner of both realms. Though his duty didn’t stop between the two realms, He traveled in between dimensions using the countless doors in the Infinite Realms as a way to fulfill his duties.

He reluctantly accepted, and with it came the curse: he would no longer feel warmth or joy from those he once loved. His sole companion would be the ghostly steed that delivers him to his next destination and the faint echoes of a nursery rhyme that accompanied him in each timeline and in between worlds.

Now, he hovered over countless worlds, as a headless specter burdened by a task no one else could bear—a duty that he carried alone, all in the hope that one day, he could finally regain the peace he had long lost.

…

PS: If someone out there wants to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so, don’t forget to tag me though.

PPS: I will be a bit busy so let me just post this early.

[vintersang]

WHAT ARE YOU THE PATRON SAINT OF?

patron saint of heartbreak

not of comfort. not of condolences. there is a heart and there is a fissure, a fracture, something that starts to splinter and break open. you're the patron saint of the way a heart is rent open. the way it tears itself apart. patron saint of the rift. patron saint of the gash. when they say to "open your heart" to somebody, you are the patron saint of bleeding out.

tagged by: stolen. now you must steal it from me!

[violentdelightstheseviolentendss]

He supposed he could admire his parents cunning. Make it look like they were trying to rehabilitate him, when in reality they had just thrown him into a prison cell and left him there. Now instead he was forced to attend this ball, it was unlikely anyone would noticed that his hands were bound behind his back.

He had at least managed to get away from his family for a few moments, taken a little refuge in the gardens. He supposed it just looked like he was standing with his hands behind his back, not that he was forced to. "You know it's unusual to sneak up behind an unarmed man" he said, becoming aware of footsteps behind him.

@lvndersbloom

[timeslostlongagain]

It was bad enough he had to spend time with his work colleagues in the building, outside just seemed unfair. But apparently it was the done thing in this world, and so he'd gone with it, heading to the alley, and hoping that it would least not be too long of a night,

He hadn't really noticed the group next to them, not until suddenly the bowling ball flew over the side, well this at least might be some entertainment, though how much he didn't really know. Much as he might want to be rude about it, you caught more bees with honey, and it was better to start with charm, and switch later. First impressions did more than most people thought.

"Ah, I hadn't noticed" he replied, glancing up at the screen for a moment. "Was quite a throw though, especially with that result. Did something happen?" well it all was unusual, was it so odd to think that something must have happened over there?

Status: OPEN

Charlie was up to bowl. Her eyes trained down to the end of the alley way. It can't be that hard, right? Her blue eyes drifted down to her shoes and then the dots on the floor. What's this for? She was completely clueless. Looking back at her friends cheering her on, she couldn't help but to swallow. They can't know that she can't bowl. Already, the embarrassment was turning her cheeks a shade of scarlet. The lump came back in her throat, just as she viewed the person in the game over bowl. So you just... She peeked at the floor again, lining herself up with a couple dots. It was the overwhelming feeling of wanting to crawl up in a ball and cry that sent her off balance. What happened next was something straight out of a cartoon or one of those ABC sitcoms; the ball jumping over to the game next to Charlie and her crew. Her eyes were shot open at the sound of the crack it made upon landing on the other's alley. That was before both balls knocked over all the pins at the end with another loud crash. "Hey! At least we got a strike?" The petite woman blinked, her voice an octave higher than usual, unsure of how the other was going to take it. But, she was going to see the good in it.

[oftimeslostlongago]

It was different from being a prince, that much was true. He'd never thought that much about ever needing to have a job, but this he was actually good at. Least for now, until he could find some other plan, some way to get actual power. He was his father's son after all, even his father hadn't ever really liked him that much. He just had to do something to earn his father's love, that was all. Best place to start though, that was playing nice with his co-workers, grabbing coffee orders on his way in. "Good morning Jen, I come bearing coffee".

@lcvenderhcze for Jen

[violentdelighstviolentends]

(  Charlie Vickers  .  Cis Male.  He/Him  . 25 )  Hans  from  Frozen  has found  themselves  trapped in  grimsby.  though here  they  go by  Hadley  Vinter .   they  reside in  Sumner Heights,  and have  been  passing time  working  as a  real estate agent.  according to  the  people around  town,  they're often  seen VISITING  THE LAKE and  they've  also mentioned  that  they're just  as   remorseless & cruel,  but as   intelligent & ambitious as ever.   +  living in the shadows, a dangerous and destructive place, the taste of blood,   . always  seems  to remind  people  of them.  i  wonder how  well  they'll do  around  here.

Before the Curse

The thirteenth son of a king, no one really cared that much about someone so unlikely to ever become king. His older brothers’ behaviour ranged from bullying to pure abuse, all of which was encouraged by his father who didn’t have much time for weakness. In many ways he was grateful for it, it just made him stronger. He had no real love for his family, or really for anything. It just led him to realise that those with power were untouchable and it was something he wanted. If it meant putting up with things to get what he wanted in the end, he’d do it. The ends would always justify the means.

From a young age he learnt to do his research. If he was going to have a chance of a throne, it was going to have to be one that he took for himself. Then when the opportunities came up, he took them, representing his home always looking for a way in. Perhaps it would have all worked, if not for magic. Something he realised he despised. His parents did what was expected, punishing him for the crimes he’d committed. But they also realised that unlike the rest of their children, there was something far darker living in their youngest son. As rumours of the curse started, they opted to hide him away, knowing full well if he saw it as a way to get power, he’d take it.

After the Curse

Then suddenly his mind was full of memories he didn’t remember having, in a town he didn’t remember arriving at. Magic again, something that was truly starting to get irritant. Hadley had also been part of a big family, but they had since all drifted apart. Only here it seemed money equalled power, and he had worked hard to get a good job, as well as living frugally to save it. Maybe not someone Hans ever wanted to be, but it was a far better position than he had been in before. He supposed he could appreciate the irony of it all, he’d been trying to find somewhere he could rule and now he was paid to help others find their homes. Funny though, the things people said when they were house hunting. And he has been noting everything about everyone.

But if there was one thing he had learnt, it is how to mirror people. And right now he couldn’t quite decide what the best option to be was. The heroes really are just a little too preachy for his liking, but as long as he is charming towards them, they seem to like it. For now, he is keeping his cards close to his chest, and really it’s hardly his own fault if the heroes believe that he is on their side.

Pintrest

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[timeslostlongagain]

Was that [TOM AUSTEN]? No, that was just [PRINCE HANS]. They are a [CANON CHARACTER] that was pulled out of [DISNEY’S FROZEN]. How weird is that? At this time, they are [TWENTY SEVEN] years old, and use [HE/HIM]. Hopefully they learn to love it here on Naporia!

What point of canon were they brought here from?

After the events of the first film. Hans returned to the Southern Isles and was punished for his actions. He is a tad bitter.

How long has it been since they arrived? (Under a year)

Seven months

Will they be working at any of the island’s establishments?

One of the hosts on Naporia Hub, but at an unpopular hour.

Anything else that you think is useful:

I do not buy into the Troll theory at all, everything Hans did was his own choice. BUT I also don't believe you could be a normal person with a family like his.

[dangerous-realms]

"I don't know who the fuck just tried to kill me, but when I get my hands on you the power you soul has will be mine!!"