#happicstplace

[hitcritical]

He  stands  before  her,  as  familiar  as  he  has  always  been.  Songbird  would  recognize  him  like  the  breeze,  like  the  song  of  the  stars  itself  !  Yet  she  hesitates  to  acknowledge  the  familiarity.  Has  called  him  here  with  thundering  heart.  Needs  to  know,  needs  to  know  if  this  is  just  another  waking  dream.  Mansion  had  been  empty  when  she  was  there  last  (  as  empty  as  something  haunted  could  be.  Empty  because  he  was  not  there,  not  because  entirely  no  one  was  there.  )  ❝Edward  .  .  .❞  speaks  his  name  cautiously.  Knows  that  the  possibility  is  there  that  this  is  not  him   ⎯⎯   even  when  she  knows  so  firmly  in  her  heart  that  it  is  !  Hand  moves,  and  wrist  still  taped  up  for  protection  is  not  steady  enough  to  prevent  the  tremor  of  uncertainty.  Fingertips  trail  gently  across  his  cheek,  a  touch  outside  the  mansion.  A  touch  in  her  world,  not  in  his  prison.

@happicstplace ⎯⎯ for the brainrot

[hitcritical]

Woman   is   gone   before   she   can   blink.   And   while   that   should   have   been   a   warning   to   anyone   smarter   than   her           ⎯⎯           she   brushes   it   off   with   childlike   wonder.   Mind   has   played   plenty   of   tricks   on   her   before   !   ❝My   brother   always   said   that   it   didn't   matter   what   it   was,   it   could   be   washed   off   -❞   Has   lived   her   entire   life   that   way,   leaving   muddy   footprints   like   mistakes   across   many   floors,   believing   that   they   could   be   removed.   What's   a   little   blood   to   someone   who   fights   for   a   living   ?   ❝And   I   am   sure   you're   just   so   familiar   with   the   place   that   you   can't   see   the   beautiful   thing   it   could   be   !   I   don't   know   why   .   .   .   but   I   have   a   good   feeling   about   this   place.❞

constance full out laughed. nearly cackled as she turned to edward. ' hear that, ed? she wants to break out that wall over there! ' it was a malicious laugh, but still full of glee. the mansion was, to constance, just a place she had lived. a pretty home, sure, but just a building. she knew, though, that it was so much more important to edward gracey. ' at least i never tore up the place. i only got a little bit of blood on the floor. '

' constance can you please remove yourself? ' he begged, and could hear her spectral laughter as she disappeared. ' now, miss, as you can see, this house has a dark past. it is cursed, and no one who attempts to own it survives for long. please, whoever is attempting to sell it to you is doing you a great disservice. '

[hitcritical]

Honoured  guests  or  yapping  dogs.  He  cares  little  for  both     ⎯⎯     loathes  them,  actually,  if  he's  being  honest  with  himself.  Sidesteps  the  polite  small-talk  with  practised  ease,  finds  himself  much  more  comfortable  in  gruff  silence  when  he  has  to  be  polite.  Still,  can't  help  but  see  the  man  as  an  opportunity  for  a  statement  (  has  not  made  one  in  so  long,  can  feel  the  clutches  of  being  forgotten  reach  for  his  ankles  as  fleeting  memory  drags  him  back  down.  )  Wraps  an  arm  around  strangers'  shoulder  when  he  passes  him  a  drink     ;     seeks  out  gaze  across  the  rim  of  his  own.  ❝I  hear  you  call  my  name  -❞  ignores  the  fact  that  stranger  has  done  no  such  thing  ❝feels  like  home  .  .  .  you  should  tell  me  your  name  to  make  it  even.❞

@happicstplace ( hans )  spotify wrapped starter ⎯⎯ like a prayer choir version.

[hitcritical]

oh are we saying why we followed? i followed cause you wrote fancy boy gilderoy lockhart and HAHAHA NOW YOU'RE STUCK WITH ME FOLLOWING YOU AROUND EVERYWHERE

k80 you wonderful creature !! the bluetooth connected over hp characters and it simply refused to disconnect afterwards. you were there for my engagement for crying out loud !! you're literally entwined with me you can never get rid of me i refuse for you to leave my life ever again !!! @happicstplace

[glacierheart]

"so then hurl them back." caspian decides, thinking it's as simple as that. well, that's how he would retaliate even if it's not a logical idea to most. but if there's a will, there's a way. "to my family. because that ice..." with her foot steps, voice trailing off before flipping over her palms. is she the ice witch then? some myth that has been passed down year after year where kids in the winter kingdom say an ugly witch with x's on her hands haunt the woods by the ice rink near the east side of the village, as a child caspian believed in it and was terrified to venture in any woods because of it. he'd long stopped believing in it once he grew old enough to know better –– until now as the silly story of the ice witch could be the only explanation. then again, he took an awkward second to observe her face once he saw no x's on her hands, she wasn't ugly... so that couldn't be her either. "well you aren't an ugly creature. so you can't be the ice witch." he thinks out loud, blabbering when she has no idea what he's talking about when she apparently comes from a place called arendelle. not even likely the ice witch tale gets passed around on the playground where she is from.

' earth giants don't use locks, they just hurl giant rocks at your head. ' they still tossed boulders at her on occasion, just because it seemed to entertain them. she wasn't entirely sure why they did it. bruni was happy to jump in the snow drifts she created for him, gale seemed perfectly content to ferry messages between elsa and anna, and even she and the nokk had reached a comfortable alliance after her initial crossing to ahtohallan. the earth giants though? they still weren't overly fond of her. maybe they still saw too much of her father's bloodline in her. ' i was born with-- ' he stepped forward, and she immediately tried to step away. her childhood of isolation meant that she still preferred a physical distance between herself and others. anna was the only exception. he, obviously, was not her sister. before she could take more than half a step, though, he had captured her hands. ' i-- related to what? my sister is the queen of arendelle. i have no other family. '

[hitcritical]

positivity anon here, wanting to offer some encouragement and love for you. if you feel like it , list three things you like about yourself then tag a few friends to do the same thing <3!

Okay but this is the cutest thing ! Usually I'm not really the type of person who gives myself any compliments, but for you anon, i will do exactly that ! 𝟏. considering where i came from, i think it's really rad that my house right now is a safe space where plenty of people come through every so often to just rest and have a good meal. there's a stocked pantry and a freezer filled with home-cooked favourites of the gang. the pets welcome everyone, and the guest bedroom is always ready for those who might need it. going from no physical house to a place that even other people can call home in less than five years alongside the love of my life might truly be one of my greatest achievements ( that, and i think the decor is really rad. . . might do a house tour one of these days - )

𝟐. even when i have nothing more than a high school degree, i'm pretty happy with where i am career wise right now. it isn't the best job in the world, and i might complain about it at times, but it's still far better than what i thought i would end up doing in the long run.

𝟑. i think that i like the vibes i bring to this particular function. i know i am a poetry whore who simply cannot help themselves from applying a good quote or a banging metaphor to the narrative of these wrestling babies . . . but i think it's neat. nothing ground breaking or never done before . . . just neat.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 : you ! if you see this, you simply have to do this. i'm sorry, i don't make the rules . . . also @happicstplace and @timelovcd because i'm always making out sloppy style with k80 and pidge.

[happicstplace]

welcome to the happicstplace! this is a (low activity) multi-muse for muses based on the disney parks and disney in general! setup will be slow, so muse list is below the cut! written by k80!

rules // muses

Haunted Mansion

Master Edward Gracey

Constance Hatchaway

Letty Stewart (maid at the Haunted Mansion)

Tower of Terror

Helen Hardin ("died" in the elevator)

Prospero Moore (bellhop?)

Star Tours

Ria Kiersar (Star Tours Pilot/rebel spy)

Castles/Royalty

Elsa of Arendelle

Prince Phillip

Hans of the Southern Isles

Flynn Rider

Snow White

Pirates of the Caribbean

Redd

Indiana Jones

Indiana Jones

[arendelliansovereign]

Anna almost snapped at him then. She was ready to blurt out and ask why he was being so rude after she said a simple thing, but looking at him made her realize maybe why he was being rude. He was tied up and she basically had a manhunt for him...not the best base for a civil conversation. A conversation she was prepping for days, but doing it in the mirror was so different than seeing his face. His bearded face.

"Right." She trusted he was not going to kill her...right? Anna was more than confident the guards had checked her for weapons, and there were guards stationed in the room (as if she could not handle him herself). One step towards him and every guard flinched, she gestured to them to lower their defenses. She walked towards the, what felt to be now, familiar stranger. Anna of course kept a close eye on him while she untangled the knot and began to further explain.

"Kingdoms have these old traditions, laws, a lot that many are not even familiar with anymore. They just get lost in time. There's one kingdom east of here that has banned the baking of banana bread on Tuesdays...but of course, people still do it because it's some old forgotten law." She wished this law was as easy as that one. "When Elsa abdicated, the court had to go through all sorts of old books and scrolls, making sure my transition to the throne was done correctly. I don't even know if Arendelle ever even had a ruler who abdicated. Anyway, there is a law regarding broken engagements for sovereigns." It was stupid, she should have found the scroll first and burned it when she had the chance. "Our...engagement ending was fine when I was a princess. No one made a fuss, but now my entire court is up in arms saying I cannot even pick a wedding date for Kristoff and I until I get your stupid signature stating you agree to my new marriage." Hell. This was literal hell.

' yes? and you have a crown and a throne. are we pointing out the obvious? ' he might just be trying to finish in first place in the race to his own execution. it would be better than being sent back to the southern isles again. he was sure his father would not let him escape again to bring more embarrassment to the throne.

' sign something? ' he repeated, confused. what could she possibly need him to sign? they hadn't actually married, despite what he'd told her court after he'd left her to a cold death, so that took out divorce papers. he held up his hands, still currently tied. ' i'd need my hands untied to sign anything. '

[hitcritical]

Maybe  he's  simply  too  tired  to  care  when  he  throws  his  head  back  against  the  metal  frame        ⎯⎯        wants  some  peace  and  quiet  and  not  a  talkative  lady  at  his  side.  She  who  speaks  in  warnings  like  she  isn't  in  the  same  elevator  as  he  is  !  Keeps  his  eyes  closed  as  if  to  prove  a  point  (  could  probably  fall  asleep  like  this  if  the  elevator  did  end  up  locking  them  in.  )  ❝Listen,  lady,  I've  had  a  .  .  .  let's  just  say  a  hard  day  at  work.  Alright  ?  If  this  elevator  is  going  up,  I'm  going  to  stay  in  it  until  I  get  to  my  floor.  Then  I'm  going  to  get  off,  and  walk  to  my  room,  and  sleep.  If  I  die  in  a  freak  accident,  they  give  me  a  nice  little  tribute  and  I  get  to  sleep  even  more.  So,  here's  the  plan,  you're  going  to  keep  on  being  weird  and  concerned  with  the  elevator,  and  I'll  just  stand  here  in  silence.  Okay  ?  ❞

so, he was one of the rare ones. whatever it was that allowed them to hear her warnings, she didn't care. she would take whatever interactions she could get that weren't with the other ghosts of the hotel. ' it has a habit of trapping people inside. ' she was using her ghostly influence over the building to keep the elevator door from closing, giving him the opportunity to get out. ' and several people died in the elevators of this hotel. '

[lightcreators]

There  was  not  an  day  when  she  wasn't  think  of  her  sister.  How  she  was  doing  ?  How  things  were  ?  Every  time  she  was  looking  towards  the  windows  of  their  palace  in  Arendelle,  the  landscape  outsie,  the  wideness  of  the  sky  making  her  think  of  her.  She  wanted  to  be  as  an  glorious  as  an  queen  than  her  sister  has  been  :  see  each  one  of  their  people  be  happy,  allowing  herself  to  inscrease  the  sunlight  in  Arendelle,  in  which  their  country  can  be  an  place  for  everyone  …  though,  she  was  learning.  Had  to  step  back  for  not  taking  naive  decisions,  have  to  reconsidered  every  time  how  nobesse  sphere  worked.  She  wasn't  alone,  and  yet  loneliness  could  be  sensed  at  time.  Hence,  sometimes,  during  the  week,  she  had  been  waiting  an  sign  of  her  visit  of  her  sister  !  Anything  given  her  a  clue  she  stepped  by,  even  for  an  couple  of  hours,  for  sharing  stories  and  news  !  Excitement  has  been  an  smaller  word  towards  the  immensity  of  her  joy  when  Elsa  introduced  herself  in  the  room.  Forgotten,  whole  good  manners  an  queen  must  handle  as  she  rushed  herself  to  her  side  !  ❝  Oh,  you're  here,  you're  here,  you're  here  !  I  has  been  waiting  for  you  !  ❞  Everything  inside  her  voice  exposed  how  much  she  missed  her,  becoming  once  more  the  same  Anna  she  always  knew,  having  nothing  on  her  face  confessing  her  discrete  sadness.  ❝  I  can't  wait  to  open  them  one  by  one  !  Did  the  trip  go  well  ?  Were  there  any  unexpected  events  that  happened  ?  Oh,  I  asked  for  tea  and  cakes  to  be  sent  up  to  welcome  you  !  The  life  of  a  queen  is  full  of  endless adventures   !  ❞ 

she never passed up an opportunity to visit her sister. yes, sorting through the various disturbances in the forest took most of her attention, so she couldn't been in arendelle all the time. but she tried to visit often. ' i have gifts from the northuldra, ' elsa announced, sweeping into the room with little ceremony. someone likely had spotted her and already informed the queen of her sister's arrival. it was difficult to sneak up on anna these days.

for @lightcreators!

[hitcritical]

Knuckles  are  still  tender,  as  is  the  rest  of  her  body.  Unforgiving  landing  of  a  cruel  botched  moonsault     ;     a  moment  of  flight  traded  in  for  days  of  aching  pain.  During  the  split  second  that  she  sees  the  world  upside  down,  when  there's  nothing  left  but  the  sound  of  her  own  heart  echoing  in  her  ear,  she  cannot  help  but  think  of  him.  Wishing  he  could  see  it  in  person  (  wishes  she  could  leave  the  tv  on  before  she  goes  to  travel  -  wishes  she  could  let  him  know  to  just  watch  her  defy  gravity.  )  So  yeah,  she  comes  home  and  she  kisses  his  forehead  as  soon  as  she's  through  the  door.  Sue  her,  she's  had  a  hard  few  days  !  ❝You  keep  saying  that  you're  dead,  as  if  you're  not  standing  right  in  front  of  me,  and  as  if  I  couldn't  just  kiss  your  forehead  .  .  .  you're  so  silly.❞

he leaned down, just enough for her to reach. and he felt it, the press of her lips to his forehead. it was only within these walls that he could exist, that he could feel. and it was only since she had come to the manor that he had wanted to feel again. ' victoria, ' he sighed, lifting his hand to brush fingertips over her cheek. he wasn't even sure if she could feel him. ' you know i am dead. this-- we, we don't work. and you know that. '

@hitcritical

[hitcritical]

❝Maybe  I  am  not  familiar  with  the  way  these  visitations  are  supposed  to  go,  but  you're  making  very  little  sense  right  now.❞  Songbird  still  smiles,  still  has  hope  that  this  will  be  the  house  in  which  kitchen  she  will  dance  for  years  to  come.  She  truly  does  have  a  vision,  and  the  words  are  already  beginning  to  bubble  to  the  surface  before  Edward  has  any  chance  to  even  ask  (  not  that  she  cares  if  he  was  about  to  do  so  in  the  first  place.  Prone  to  fits  of  talking  unprompted,  her  mouth  is  already  shaping  itself  around  the  story.  )  The  appearing  of  the  new  woman  does  not  even  startle  her.  Would  not  be  the  first  time  that  someone  has  slipped  by  her  unnoticed  !  ❝Actually  I  do,  see,  I  have  a  plan  to  renovate  it  and  make  it  beautiful  again.  I  would  begin  by  breaking  out  that  wall  over  the  ⎯⎯  ❞

' likely not, or surely it would be constance that had met you at the door instead of me. ' it made him uncomfortable, saying the black widow bride's name so many times. she had a habit of appearing when her name was called, a creature desperate for attention and adoration. and then there was the fact that even edward himself hadn't known that the manor was being sold. ' could you tell me exactly who-- '

she appeared out of no where, not simply walking from one room to the other too appear somewhere normal. no, if constance was to make an entrance, she would make an entrance. ' now now, edward, is that any way to greet a guest? honestly, where are your manners? ' she chided, clicking her tongue at him. she was not, to edward's relief, in her usual bride's garment, but the flapper style dress she appeared in absolutely looked dated. ' now, it seems you have some sort of interest in my house. '

[hitcritical]

❝Does  she  not  know  it's  being  sold  ?  ❞  Now  she's  simply  confused.  If  the  man  before  her  is  not  the  owner,  why  would  he  be  the  one  putting  the  house  for  sale  ?  And  then  it  clicks,  and  a  smile  cuts  her  features  until  it  nearly  splits  her  face  from  ear  to  ear.  ❝Of  course,  of  course  !  You're  just  selling  it  in  her  name  !  ❞  She  cannot  resist  the  urge  to  offer  a  theatrical  bow,  laughing  as  she  does  so.  It  feels  appropriate,  somehow,  to  bow  in  a  manor.  ❝It  needs  some  work  and  love,  yes,  but  I  have  a  vision  for  it,  don't  you  worry  !  The  natural  light  would  suit  my  plants  just  fine,  and  frankly  .  .  .  it  might  be  the  only  place  I  can  afford.❞

' well, technically constance was the last owner. ' though even mentioning the murderess' name made him curl his lip in disgust. they were distant relatives, and yet miss hatchaway never seemed to stop insisting that she was the true owner of gracey manor. just because she was the last living soul to reside in the manor didn't mean it was hers! as much as he loathed the manor, he would rather it belong to him than constance. ' i am edward gracey. a pleasure to meet you, miss vicki. ' a pleasantry that had been burned into him. ' the interior is falling apart because the manor hasn't been occupied by the living in nearly a century. i do not know about any sales tactics, and would recommend you do not buy this place if it happens to be on offer. '

[glacierheart]

"yes, i gathered that." the first part, even if his father has consistently lectured how he doesn't want balance. he wants the entire world to be a wintry land of snow and ice. and has tried his best efforts to brainwash caspian his whole life to think the same way. the second part however... what does she mean spirits? that part he wasn't aware. "what will they do about it? lock me up for simply being the off thing in their nature? well, well. joke's on these judgy little creeps. maybe they're the thing sending it off balance." a scoff, taking irrational offense & brave ... too brave and mouthy for his own good. "i'm not worried that you will." well, he was wondering if she would. paranoid she would. the bewildered look on his face as he observed would say otherwise, that he is worried. but it's actually just the shock there's someone similar, without her having any knowledge of that yet. "how is it apart of you?" blurting in disbelief. "i wasn't aware of–" voice drops mid sentence, mind racing in a million places before features twist in a weird look, "are you related?" eagerly stepping forward to invade personal space at the sudden spring of shock and curiosity blaring through him, picking up her hands to inspect.

' nature is a balance. the spirits in this forest take that balance very seriously. ' and the last thing she wanted to deal with today was a group of grumpy earth giants. the other three she could negotiate with, but she was still working on finding common ground with the giants. luckily, they were likely asleep. which meant that she had time. her gaze briefly fixed on the object in his hand. a snow globe, a world trapped in snow, sealed in by glass. it reminded her somewhat of arendelle just after her coronation. what was it anna had said? you kind of set off an eternal winter everywhere. the thought made her hold back a wince, but some of it may have slipped out. ' doing what? ' she followed his gaze just long enough to understand. ' the ice? don't worry, i won't hurt you. it is just part of who i am. '

[glacierheart]

ignoring  the  other's   first  reply,  caspian  pays  no  mind,  going  back  to  busying  himself  with  his  snow  globe.  the entire reasoning he ventured out this far anyway. thinking  she's  just  someone  crazy  who'll  go  away  once  he  gives  her  no  response  until  that's  not  it  and  as  blues  glance  over,  this  time  his  attention  is  captured.  the  ice  that  forms  with  each  of  her  steps  before  his  eyes...  causing  his  visage  to  grow  bewildered  by  the  second,  "what  do  you  mean?"  fully  turning  around  this  time, tall frame straightening,   "and  how  are  you  doing  that?"  what  did  she  mean  it's  a  fact  and  how  was  she  capable  of  that??  wasn't  often  he  was  fazed,  but  this––  is  entirely  something  else. neither did he like being circled, beginning to feel threatened or like he should be so he watched her intently and cautiously.

' your innocence one way or another has yet to be determined, ' she returned with raised brow. as a princess, she had been raised to remain aloof. especially with her powers, the fear that had wrapped around her in those years. conceal, don't feel. any yet becoming queen, and then taking on her role as the fifth spirit, it had loosened the ties that had bound her. she was no longer afraid of her power, had embraced her role as protector of the forest and the magical spirits. ice trailed in her wake as she walked, circling the stranger. ' it is a fact, not a judgement. your presence is tipping the balance. ' whether or not it was a malicious action or simply his existence was yet to be seen.

[hitcritical]

Man  before  her  seems  .  .  .  displeased  ?  If  that  was  the  right  word  for  it.  She  hops  from  one  foot  onto  the  other,  careful  not  to  put  too  much  weight  on  the  rotting  plank  underneath  her  feet.  Shuffles  restlessly  still  regardless  if  the  floor  was  about  to  open  up  beneath.  ❝The  current  owner,  then.  I'm  Vicki,  and  I'm  interested  in  buying  the  place  !  I  just  love  what  you've  done  with  the  interior  decorating.❞  A  small  lie  won't  kill  her,  nor  him,  most  likely.  She  can  admit  people  can  have  tastes  different  from  her  own.  ❝Haunted  ?  I  have  to  admit  I've  never  tried  to  buy  a  house  before,  is  that  a  new  sale's  tactic  they  use  over  here  ?  ❞

sir. he had to suppress the instant urge to ask her not to call him that, but he could not hold in the heavy sigh. it had taken centuries to convince the other ghostly occupants of the manor to stop calling him sir or master gracey. ' you just decided to come to an incredibly haunted mansion of your own accord? ' he knew that out there, beyond the gates and graves of the manor, the world was still changing. but this? why did people come here. ' no, i am not the realtor. ' whatever a realtor was. ' why are you here? '