#happicstplace

[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]

❝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. '

[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

Elsa of Arendelle

Pirates of the Caribbean

Redd

Indiana Jones

Indiana Jones

[arendelliansovereign]

"You have a beard." Was the first thing she blurted out, not answering his question. She never anticipated how weird this would be, meeting someone she only really knew for hours, years later. He looked so rugged, it reminded her of Kristoff--which made this even more weird.

"I just need you to sign something for me." And she would never have to see him again, but now that she was looking at him she had dozens of questions. Of course, someone had been keeping tabs as to what Hans was up to for her, more so to make sure he was not planning something, especially with all that had recently changed in Arendelle. Now, it came in handy when she actually needed his presence.

fortune hunters had found him, one among them had been present at the coronation. had seen the prince of the southern isles. recognized him in the man that lived on the edge of the forest, whittling squirrels out of blocks of wood. and they'd dragged him back to arendelle. to her. and now he looked up at the queen of arendelle, anna insead of elsa curiously, tied like a present. ' if you are going to kill me, your majesty, can we just get it over with? '

@arendelliansovereign asked for hans

[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!

[umbravirtus]

Hans came to a sudden halt, the sound of the horse’s hooves barely audible as he took in the sight of Elsa standing before him. The wind seemed to bite more sharply as she drew nearer, and for a fleeting moment, he considered turning back. But something kept him rooted to the spot.

Swallowing hard, he fought to ignore the weight of her gaze. His appearance had changed—gone was the noble attire, replaced by simpler, more practical clothes and a rough, grown beard. He glanced at the Nokk, its frozen form a reminder of the strange, magical world Elsa inhabited.

"I didn’t mean to intrude," he said, offering a half-hearted smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. "I was... just passing through. It’s become something of a habit—taking walks, trying to find some peace."

Clearing his throat, Hans glanced back at Elsa. "I never thought I’d see you again, not after..." His words faltered for a second, but he quickly steadied himself. "Not after everything. But here you are."

He gave her a cautious look, wondering if there was any chance for grace after all that had passed between them, or if the scars of betrayal still ran too deep.

"That’s... quite the horse you’ve got there," he said, awestruck, his gaze lingering on the Nokk. "Is that... a Nokk?"

He was a sailor, and if that truly was the creature of legend, well... it was the stuff of nightmares.

she'd been out for a ride, the nokk turned to ice to allow for freedom for the both of them. everything had been normal, another ordinary day. until she'd spotted him. the nokk was reluctant to slow, but did as she asked, and she slid from his back, feet hitting the ground as she stared at the familiar man. ' hans? ' was he actually here, or was it a trick? was this some sort of new plot of his, or was there something else going on here? ' what are you doing here? '

for @umbravirtus!

[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]

Head  leans  to  the  side,  presses  against  the  metal  frame  of  the  elevator  as  he  closes  his  eyes  with  a  sigh  (  he  knows  it's  probably  gross,  but  it  isn't  like  he's  licking  it  alright  ?!  )  Kevin  has  made  an  excellent  attempt  at  ignoring  the  strange  lady  at  his  side     ;     has  found  comfort  in  the  likelihood  that  she  does  not  know  who  he  is.  That  she  won't  care  about  him  or  the  sweat  stains  on  his  shirt  and  the  horrible  smell  of  his  post-work  bag.  ❝It  goes  up,  right  ?  Good  enough  for  me  .  .  .❞

it was rare that people could hear her, let alone see her. most unfortunate souls that checked into the hollywood tower hotel were well away this was the only option they had. while the hotel had once been opulent, the most luxurious hotel in the city, it was now a wreck of its former self. ' i do not recommend taking the elevator. ' it was a clear day, not a storm cloud in sight, but better to be safe than dead. ' it isn't even the real elevator. it is a service elevator. '

@hitcritical

[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? '

[glacierheart]

a  snow  globe  held  in  palm,  other  hand  using  his  finger  to  swirl  around  the  artificial  snow  inside  of  it.  fixated  on  this  thing  ever  since  discovering  it,  an  item  his  late  mother  left  behind  with  a  message  she  mysteriously  left  for  him  attached  to  it.  for  days  he's  been  trying  to  solve  the  unknown  puzzle,  still  at  it  even  in that  moment  when  a  voice  startles  him  out  of  his  thinking.   "who,  me?"  tall  frame  slightly  shifts  to  curiously  wonder  what  this  is  all  about,  casting  a  glance  over  his  shoulder,  "well–  i  suppose,"  sass  lacing  his  voice,  "i  do  love  a  good  cause  for  making  things  off  balance."  caspian  jokingly  quips.  "but  still,  that  is  terribly  judgmental."   a  disappointed  sigh and a tsk of his tongue,  pretending  like  she  has  no  right  to  go  accusing  him.  he's no stranger to being accused of no good antics, but isn't it a great deal of fun to guilt someone? certainly. "are  you  always  this  judgy  to  poor  ole,  innocent  strangers?"

she is no longer queen of arendelle, and yet she has found that her new role places a heavier weight on her shoulders. the bridge between the human world and the realm of spirits. which at first sounded like it wasn't anything that required her direct attention. well, first impressions were deceiving. she could feel it, even the slightest shift in the balance. ' you. you're the one throwing off the balance of the forest. ' and it felt like her own magic, the kiss of frost, and then it didn't. it wasn't like anything she'd encountered in the forest before.

@glacierheart

[hitcritical]

She  has  a  dream  and  a  limited  amount  of  money  to  her  name.  The  dream  stretched  beyond  the  possible,  touches  the  land  of  make-believe  in  the  shape  of  owning  a  house.  Sees  a  crumbling  manor  restored  to  former  glory  and  gets  nearly  homesick.  Ivy  can  cover  anything  and  make  it  beautiful  !  ❝Oh  no  sir,  no  one  dared  me.❞  Gaze  is  not  pried  away  from  rotting  wooden  framework.  Studies  the  damages  with  a  tilted  head  as  if  she  has  any  clue  what  she  should  pay  attention  to.  Smiles  at  the  man  all  the  same,  even  when  the  light  makes  him  appear  nearly  ghost-like.  Must  be  mold  here,  too.  ❝Are  you  the  realtor  ?  ❞

the manor was crumbling, his birthright left to rot and decay. and it should. the cursed place should be left to crumble into dust, forgotten by every living soul. perhaps then, with the physical structure gone, the spirits would be released. and yet the living footsteps were proof that the ghosts were not to be left in peace this day. ' whoever dared you to be here, i suggest you ignore them and leave. ' it was an effort to be seen by the living, but better this than another ghost to entertain at the end of the day.

OPEN // edward gracey