#lieutenant han

[supercalifragipopculturevomit]

Here's to one of the best actors of his generation, the versatile and multilingual king who's been pulling heartstrings for three decades with a variety of roles, faces, and languages... Happy 46th birthday, Daniel Brühl!

p.s. who's your favorite Danny character? Sound off in the comments or the tags—or don't. I'm not your mother. 😋

[rolling-veins]

Standartenführers and their captured allied lieutenants (who kicked their ass in the end scene)

[this-acuteneurosis]

Infiltrate

Nothing is perfect, but they're handling this. Mostly.

[4ndj4]

Me whenever someone's in the same fandom as me

[swordbladeknight7]

Star Wars Doodle Dump #10

—Kallus’ stomach is clinically dead

—Kalluzeb vs. the cone of shame

—Some old Kalluzeb pose practice

—Closeted ZebXKallus-who’s-been-out-for-like-2-decades (ft. zero brain cells)

–Zero-G sexy times

–RexXKalani/Rexlani (next-level crackship courtesy of the roommate that watched Rebels with me— just two Clone Wars vets and an army of B-1 stepkids)

–KallusXJovan/Kallvan

–KallusXHan Solo + XLando Calrissian hookups (hate fuck mileage may vary) + XAntoc Merrick

[meltthefrozenheart]

FROZEN 3 and FROZEN 4 are both in development, and I can't wait!

The news sounded odd to me initially, I didn't expect anything like this from Disney Animation, but it became immediatly appealing the moment I realized the GREAT potential a double feature could have for the franchise, most importantly when Bob Iger specified “Jenn Lee, who created Frozen, the original Frozen, and Frozen 2 is hard at work with her team at Disney Animation on not one but actually two stories.”, which would mean:

More time to enstablish new elements, new characters, time to explore new lore and new places without the risk to rush everything;

A bigger story that can help flesh out our protagonists in their new roles, their new wants and changes they might face, considering how the F2 ending brought many new possibilities;

A narrative context where the new crysis (whatever it might be) could be explored even better, also allowing to maintain things in a complex prespective just as the Frozen movies like to do, where the matter of "good and evil" not at the center, and things are first of all deeply personal for the characters

It seems to me that Jennifer Lee always wanted to delve deeper into things, this is why the Broadway Musical was a perfect opportunity for her and the Lopez to expand the characters and flesh out things in the story, also adding new elements that would've been useful for F2.

And when they worked on Frozen 2, they built it as the "second part" of the story, reconnecting almost all the aspects of the sequel to the 1st movie, and the story was clearly meant to be BIGGER and longer compared to what we ended up having because of numerous issues and rewrites. J. Lee and C. Buck didn't want to introduce something that would feel just as "a new adventure", and more about the actual characters evolving, see what they left unresolved, breaking the "Happy ending" scenario of F1, which also led them to NOT give the new human characters (Mattias and the Northuldra) the same relevance given to Spirits of Nature, in order to remain focused on Elsa, Anna and the rest of the gang.

Now, Lee will most likely not direct or write these two new movies, but she is still directly involved, because it's both part of her job as CCO of Walt Disney Animation Studio and because Frozen is her (and Chris Buck) baby. It will be curious to discover with what idea Marc Smith came out with, but the fact he worked on the 1st Frozen as a storyboard artist and the became Director of Story for Frozen 2 says a lot about him and why Lee trusts him so much, and I'm sure they will follow the approach used with the 2nd movie and carry it on with 3 and 4. Numerous sagas used the two-parter approach, like the books adaptations of Harry Potter, Twilight and Hunger Games series, or more "original cases" like Pirates of the Carribeans or what we are getting now with the animated Spiderverse movies (Across and Beyond). But I think the best similarity (and probably what led to this ambitious choice) is with Avengers Infinity War/Endgame, where the BIG FINALE gets developed in two movies.

[justwinginglife]

Passing Time

25 Days of Simpmas: Day Eight December 8th: Mira, Rank 18 Anime: The Magical Girl and The Evil Lieutenant Used to Be Archenemies Event Masterlist

From Mira’s POV

You passed him a note. 

WAIT- YOU PASSED HIM A NOTE???!!!

He’d heard among regular folk that passing notes was a sign of affection used to encourage flirtatious conversation but was that your intention? What could you have possibly meant by giving him this note? And why him? Had you given anyone else a note? He quickly scanned the conference room. Everyone was hard at work, discussing battle plans, torture strategies, and generally all things evil and malicious, but no one, absolutely NONE of his coworkers, had appeared to receive a note from you. It seems you slid the note to him and only him.

ONLY HIM???!!!

His fingers shook as he gently cradled the precious piece of paper in his calloused hands, contemplating his next choice of action. Should he open it in front of everyone? Had you intended to have him read it later? But what if he read it later, and you were disappointed he hadn’t read it now? Was it time sensitive? It HAD to have been urgent, if you had dared to pass him a note amidst a very important work meeting. That did it- he was reading it now.

He slowly unfolded the slip of paper you’d so kindly bestowed upon him. 

So, will I see you tomorrow?

SO WILL I SEE YOU TOMORROW.

The words boomed in his head. You wanted to see him tomorrow. 

Suddenly his heart stopped beating. His lungs stopped contracting. His blood stopped flowing. He had ceased to exist as he knew it. This was it. He had died. He had died, and gone to heaven. He had died, and gone to heaven, and you were his angel. He had died, and gone to heaven, and you were his angel, and you’d been sent to greet him, to welcome him, to walk him through the gates of eternal paradise. It was decided. He was most decidedly and completely and utterly and totally and extremely dead as of this very minute. 

Then you nudged him with your elbow, expecting a response. 

WAIT- YOU WERE EXPECTING A RESPONSE???

He was alive again. He had to be. He needed to be alive to write. To tell you. To keep telling you. To keep telling you over and over and over, that YES, you WOULD indeed be seeing him tomorrow. And the day after, and the day after that. Wait, was that too presumptuous of him??? Did you want to see him the day after and the day after that? You’d only asked about tomorrow. Was he getting ahead of himself? What should he write back? What was he even doing tomorrow? No- it didn’t matter what he was doing tomorrow. He would most definitely be seeing you. That was his only plan. If he had other plans, now he didn’t; his only plan was seeing you.

His trembling fingers picked up his pen. What words could possibly convey the depths of his feelings for you? What words could he possibly use to describe the unconditional and unadulterated and unequivocal way in which he was so thoroughly and absolutely consumed by your very being to the point of ceasing to properly exist when you weren’t around to breathe life into him? 

Yes.

He slid his answer back down the table to you, his heart feeling not unlike a herd of elephants stampeding in his chest. 

You read his response and quickly jotted down your reply before sliding it back. 

Oh god, the moment of truth. How would you respond to his complex answer? How had his answer made you feel? How would your answer make him feel? He was sure it was good. He was sure it was great. He was sure it was elegant, it was sophisticated, it was refined. He was sure he’d read it and his life would be changed for the better. He was sure he’d read it and the historians would soon break down the doors and whisk the note away, encasing it behind glass so that all who came after may study the very picture of poise that you embodied, with your words so pleasantly printed on this precious piece of parchment paper.

Great, can’t wait! The party is always better when you’re there. 

YOU CALLED HIM GREAT. YOU SAID YOU COULDN’T WAIT. 

He must be dying again; he was having trouble breathing; the room was spinning. Wait. Hold on. You mentioned a party. What party? He picked up the piece of paper and reread your words over and over, as if his persistent staring would somehow will the answer into existence. Was there a party tomorrow that you were both going to? He couldn’t very well ask you what party you were talking about as he’d just told you he’d be there. How should he go about responding to this?

He cleared his throat, drawing the attention of his fellow lieutenants. “I believe it is in our best interests to discuss preparations for the party tomorrow. Is everything set up so that we may proceed at the intended time in the intended location?”

Bellatrix straightened in her seat as she prepared to speak. “Everything is going according to plan. The party will proceed as scheduled.”

He pretended to stroke his chin in satisfaction. “Good, good. And so everyone is aware, please feel free to remind them all of the party’s intended time and location.”

Taking the duty her beloved Mira had bestowed upon her with all seriousness, Bellatrix solemnly nodded and began explaining the details of the aforementioned party, just as she’d been instructed. What a fool. She’d fallen right into his trap. Now he knew that he was expected to show up to a party with all the members of his legion, tomorrow, at 7 o clock, in the castle’s ballroom to enjoy Winter’s Eve. Now he could begin to write back a reply. Wait. How was he to reply? You hadn’t asked him anything he could answer; you’d simply made a statement. 

Did you not want him to respond? NO! He couldn’t think that way. He must respond. He had to respond. It was only fair, after you’d been so kind to engage him in written conversation in the first place. He couldn’t let it end like this. Even if he had to change the topic, he would keep the conversation going, NO MATTER WHAT.

How is your day going?

There! He’d done it! Now, what was to be your next move?

I’m a little bored. Otherwise good. How’s your day? 

YOU WANTED TO KNOW ABOUT HIS DAY??? 

What a goddess you were. How kind. How considerate. His fellow officers could learn a thing or two from your conduct. 

It’s going well. And yours?

You had laughed softly upon reading his words, stifling your reaction with the sleeve of your shirt. God, you looked so adorable when you wrote like that, giggling into your sleeve as you penned your response. He wondered what he’d done to make you laugh. Oh well, no matter. You’d be responding soon. He waited for your response with bated breath.

Still good. As good as it was the first time that you asked. 

He almost choked on his lungs. Shit. He’d asked you twice how your day had been going. How had he missed that? He wondered if you thought him uncivilized. He must atone for his mistakes.

My apologies, I only meant that the well being of your day was so important that it begged to be inquired of twice. 

He quickly erased his words. Ridiculous.

Fine weather we’ve been having lately. 

He passed the paper back. 

You laughed again.

He couldn’t tell if that was a good or bad thing. Had he somehow mistakenly asked you how your day was going again??

Very fine weather. I hope it stays for our party, but I heard it might storm tomorrow. 

He would enjoy a party with you, no matter the weather. He just wasn’t sure how to tell you that. 

If the weather is of such concern to you, we could always cancel the party.

What was he saying??? He didn’t want to cancel the party. He didn’t want to cancel his only excuse to see you tomorrow. He almost reached to take the note back, eager to scribble out his response, replace it with something new, but you’d already read his words. 

You smiled.

God, his heart soared when you smiled. God, his heart thundered when you smiled. God, his heart ignited when you smiled.

We can’t cancel because then I won’t have an excuse to ask you for a dance. 

WERE HIS HANDS SHAKING? WAS THE TABLE SHAKING? WAS THE ROOM SHAKING? WAS THE WORLD SHAKING?

YOU WANTED TO DANCE WITH HIM?????

He inhaled and exhaled calmly. 

You needn’t make excuses around me. If you’d like to dance, then I will save you a dance, simple as that. 

You scribbled your next words furiously and it was making him sweat. What could you possibly be writing that took so much concentrated focus?

And if one isn’t enough? Will you save all your dances for me?

HOW CUTE COULD YOU POSSIBLY BE???

HIS POOR, WRETCHED HEART COULDN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!

His brain was blaring alarms, threatening nuclear explosion. He was on the verge of a catastrophic meltdown. Or possibly extinction. How was he supposed to even exist after this encounter? How was he even supposed to respond? Was he even capable of responding? Did he even remember what words were? Could you tell that his organs were on the verge of fatal collapse? Could you tell how he felt? Could you possibly feel the same?

His quivering hand picked up the pencil once more, but it was as if the pencil had suddenly gained a hundred pounds, for he was now finding it difficult to write at all. Using all the strength he’d amassed in his time as a lieutenant, he finally forced his fingers to comply with his commands. He passed back his response. 

Yes. 

And then you smiled again. And even blushed. 

God, when you blushed, the clouds lifted. God, when you blushed, the waters parted.  God, when you blushed, the heavens sang. 

And when he saw you’d fallen into a frozen state of bliss upon reading that single simple word, his heart melted into molecules. You had to be feeling the way he was feeling. You had to be. He recognized the way your muscles stiffened in shock, the way your eyes lit with joy. It was the same thing he felt every time he looked at you, every time he sat by you, every time he breathed your air, every time he inhaled your scent. It was the same feeling he’d felt this whole conversation and he wondered how you’d make him feel next. He wondered how you’d respond. He waited for you to respond. 

He waited. 

And he waited. 

But you had been so stunned into silence that it appeared you also forgot how to write. The pen and paper lay by your fingers, untouched. 

How could he break the ice that’d frozen you solid? How could he bring you back down to earth, back down to his side? How could he capture the attention of your gleeful gaze once more?

He snatched up the pen and paper again, scribbling as furiously as you’d once done. 

You sensed the movement and your muscles relaxed slightly, allowing you to turn so you could peer over at him curiously. When he presented you with the paper again, you read his words only to burst into laughter. 

So. How’s your day going?

It’s good. Really, really, good.

Taglist: @pixelcafe-network @ouiouimochi @inkytypewriter

[photsibutnot]

been wanting to draw these two together since @make-him-worse ‘s post about a potential lieutenant // hans father-son dynamic and yeah my heart :(( ….disney if ur out there

[opereetveritate]

Frozen II - Secret Love

Summary: Elsa, Anna, Kristoff, and Olaf embark on a journey to the Enchanted Forest to save their kingdom. But what happens when they meet again with an old enemy? And what happens when old yet strong feelings come up the surface? Read to find out!

Chapter 1

Holding her sister's hand tightly and without any intention of letting go, Anna and Elsa crossed the fog and entered the Enchanted Forest, followed by Kristoff and Olaf and Sven. King Agnar once told his daughters about his journey as a prince in the Enchanted Forest. The two sisters asked to know more information about this, but their father insisted that they were too young to withstand the violence of the events that followed. But they never got to hear the rest of thestory. Elsa could never imagine that story was about to repeat itself after so many years, with her and Anna taking the lead roles.They were all dazzled by the beauty of the forest. Everything around them looked like it was taken straight from a fairytale book.

"This place is amazing!" The two girls turned their heads to Kristof, who seemed really excited.

"It is beautiful, indeed!" Elsa agreed as they went deeper into the forest.

"Remember that this place has remained hidden for many years, which means there must be a good reason for it. Keep your eyes open for traps. We need to be very careful!"

"You are absolutely right!" Said Kristoff, imitating Sven's voice. Anna tried to stifle her laughter. In just three years, Olaf had matured enough. She did not expect anything less, after all. Her sister possessed powers that no one could imagine how far they could go. Elsa leaned against a tree and inhaled the fresh air. She couldn't hide her excitement. If only Arendelle looked a little like this place... Her sister had a great love for Arendelle, the place where she and Elsa were born. However, the latter knew that she had not yet found the place where she belonged. She wasn't like others. A flower of incomparable beauty caught Olaf's attention. Olaf came closer and examined the flower with his childlike innocence. He bent down to inhale his scent, when, all of a sudden, an eerie sound resounded in their ears.

"Olaf, no!" Anna shouted at him, preventing him from cutting the flower.

"But, it's soo beautiful!" He said in a sweet voice. Elsa and her sister exchanged a terrified look. A large rock was heading towards Olaf. Anna was about to run towards Olaf and save him, but Kristoff ran first and pulled him back, before the rock flattened the little snowman.

"I got him!" He called out to the two girls.

"Are you ok, buddy?" Kristoff asked him, causing the little snowman to look back at him with widened eyes."

Of course I am, Kristoff. That flower though..." His voice trailed off, looking at the destroyed flower.

"What were you thinking Olaf?" Anna shouted furiously at him, and Olaf lowered his gaze, obviously sad. Anna had never shouted at him that way before. He was still a child at heart, though. And it hurt him.

"It's alright, Anna. He's fine!" Elsa said, petting Olaf's head. He stared up at Elsa with teary eyes.

"Come on Olaf. Lets walk a little!" She told him, taking him by the hand. Elsa knew her sister's character. Anna needed her space. She needed some time to think. Kristoff looked at his beloved and understood better than anyone her agitation and fear. Anna was a burning, inexhaustible source of life, ready to give even her own life for her loved ones. Anna was on the verge of tears. She didn't want to upset Olaf, that wasn't her intention, but she didn't know what to do. What would have happened, if they didn't make it? Pabbie was right. This trip was quite risky. Kristoff approached her slowly.

"Anna, are you alright?" He asked her and Anna turned to look at him. There was despair on her face, and that made him regret questioning her such a ridiculous question.

"No, Kristoff. I'm not well at all," she replied with a sob and sniffed.

"Did you see what just happened? One wrong move and-" Kristoff wanted to comfort her, but couldn't think of a way to do so.

"But we are safe now. And that's what matters!" He told her softly.

"Besides, you don't need to worry. Your sister is quite strong and will make it!"

"That's the thing, Kristoff! I do not want to put her in danger. Just the thought that I could lose her..." She couldn't finish her sentence, and tears ran down her cheeks.

"It would not help matters over analyzing things. You need to overcome worrying!" She looked at him angrily, unable to understand that he was trying to make her feel better.

"Do you think I'm overreacting? Is that what you're trying to say?" The accusative look she gave him, it made Kristoff gulp. Why was he so bad at words?

"No, no, that's not what I meant! What I meant is that you shouldn't worry yourself over almost everything. Besides, some things are out of our hands and-"

"You don't think we're gonna make out of here?" Seeing the fear in her eyes, he rushed to explain himself. He ran a frustrating hand through his hair and inhaled deeply. He had made things worse than before.

"No, I didn't mean that. Of course not!" He told her, before pulling her into his arms. She started crying and Kristoff stroke her hair lovingly, in an attempt to calm her down.

"I'm so scared!" She whispered.

"Not for me, but for Elsa, for Olaf, for you!" Her tears prevented her from continuing. Kristoff couldn't bear to see her in such a state. Ηe had grown up without a family and understood better than anyone else the pain of loss. Elsa was so lucky to have a sister like Anna. Kristoff was lucky too, for he had met Anna. His feelings for the princess were clear. He had fallen in love with her and could not imagine his life with anyone else. He had waited a long time now and could not wait any longer. He would ask her to marry him. He had been meaning to ask her, for he was dying inside, but didn't find the right opportunity. He cleared his throat, before speaking.

"Anna, there is something very important that I want to tell you! I ..." Anna suddenly looked around. But where were the others?

"Where are Elsa and Olaf?" Kristoff looked at her tenderly and took her hands in his.

"I'm sure they're fine!" He tried to explain to her, but she looked visibly upset. Anna loved her sister more than life itself.

"Anna, you're the best thing that had ever happened to me and..." His voice trailed off as he saw her walk away from him. After all, her sister would always come first.

"Elsa ?! Where are you?" How could she leave her alone? She had promised to protect her, but broke her promise.Kristoff knew there was no other way to convince her. The wedding proposal could wait. He could wait for her.

"We'll find them!" He said as he took her by the hand and guided her deeper into the woods. After walking for a few minutes, they finally saw Elsa standing with her back turned at them, looking into the distance in front of her. Anna let go of Kristoff's hand and ran to her sister. Anna back-hugged her, causing Elsa to jump at the sudden contact. The younger sister giggled at that."You're ok!" She exclaimed happily and hugged her sister tighter than before. Elsa smiled at her sister's cuteness and hugged her back.

"Of course, I am!" She said back.

"'Cause you're here with me!"Olaf was sitting under the shade of a tree. He seemed to be in deep thought. Anna sighed deeply. She wanted to go to him and apologize for her awful behavior towards him, but Elsa's voice stopped her.

"Look!" She told her, pointing to the left side of the landscape. The princess gasped at that.

"It's just a dam!" Kristoff remarked.

"It was in Grand Pabbie's vision." Said Anna, glancing at her sister.

"It's the one father had told us about!" Elsa added with a heavy sob. Anna placed her hand on her sister's shoulder lovingly.

"Elsa?! Are you alright?" If there was one thing that the young princess could not stand, that was to see her sister upset. She would give everything, just to see a smile on Elsa's face. The young queen wiped her tears away with the sleeve of her dress.

"I wish he was here with us!" She said, choking back her tears. Her sister pulled her into her arms.

"But he is always with us, Elsa. He is always here!" She told her softly, pointing at her heart.

"What would I do without you?" She asked her, hugging her tightly.

"You will always have me!" She answered in a heartbeat. Kristoff looked at the two sisters with a smile on his face. Their love for each other was indeed something special. The sudden sound of a horn made everyone look at each other in confusion. Anna brought a finger up to her lips, implying them to be quiet and walked over to Kristoff. She pulled out the sword from his sheath.

"Anna, what are you doing?" He asked her but did not receive an answer from her as they heard footsteps coming to their direction. The people of Nolthuldra stood before them, holding spears and looking angry. Anna and her friends took a step back, but to their great surprise, they found out that they were surrounded by another group of people too. These men were holdings swords and shields and looked like nothing the Nolthuldra. They mostly looked like Arendelle's soldiers.

"Who are you? And what are you doing here?" The leader of the tribe asked in a cold tone.

"Anna, let me handle this!" He whispered to her, but she did not listen to anyone."Anna, lower your sword. You are making it worse!" Elsa told her and tried to take the sword from her sister's hands but in vain.

"What is happening here?" Anna felt a knot in her stomach. This voice sounded strangely familiar to her. But no, it can't be. A young man pushed his way into the crowd. He seemed different from the rest of the tribe. His green eyes widened when he saw who the intruders were. He couldn't believe it. His past was following him again.

"Hans?" The two sisters exclaimed simultaneously.

[incorrect-frozen-quotes]

Mattias: How would a murder attempt look on your record?

Hans: Terrible.

Hans: People would know I failed to get the job done.

[ericmicael]

The 14 Frozen characters on the official website. I find this list a little curious mainly due to the absences: Agnarr, Iduna, Grand Pabbie, Nokk and Yelana.

Agnarr and Iduna are missing because they are both dead.

Nokk is not because Bruni is, and the salamander is the most popular even though it is not Elsa's Sven.

Yelana has been ignored for a while now (Honeymaren literally stole her role in the "I can do the same as you but I'm young and pretty" cliché, after which she winks seductively at Elsa lol).

But for me, Pabbie's absence has little reason.

[wtf-tfw]

When Billy Joel wrote Vienna do you think he thought about including a line about the little canned sausages they make there? Because my big fat ass could not resist making an Homage personally. L.M.A.O!! (Laughing my ARSE off!!!)

[ihavethedreamies]

Stray Kids Historical AU! Series Hub

ON INDEFINITE HIATUS

Please Read my Letter

Oh boy! After my poll, Stray Kids was decided as the subject of my next series! Below you will find the overviews for each story and I will be working on them next and uploading them as I finish. Hopefully it won't take more than a week to get them all up, so stay tuned!

I'll be going in age order, so Bang Chan first and I.N. last.

Let me know if you want to be on a taglist! I do those, just not had too many requests to do so.

(I also struggled to find a Historical-type outfit for Changbin that wasn't older so if anyone has something more recent, let me know. I really only check on Pinterest so...)

Only You - Bang Chan [NSFW]

King! Bang Chan x Noble! AFAB! Reader

Summary: You are a nobleman's daughter and your father is struggling to find you a husband. The king refuses to marry all of the women brought to him and will not take any concubines. You end up meeting each other. ~4.6k

Her Hero - Lee Know [NSFW]

Podocheong! Lee Know x Noble! AFAB! Reader

(The Podocheong were like the police of Joseon Era Korea)

Summary: When a political rival of your father kidnaps you for a ransom, your father calls on the Podocheong (Police) to rescue you. An extremely handsome Bujang (Lieutenant) rescues you, but you would be loathe to admit you need (and like) a hero. ~5k

Kept Secret - Changbin [WIP]

Wonsanghwa! Changbin x Princess! AFAB! Reader

(A Wonsanghwa was essentially the guy who trained the Hwarang)

Summary: You are the youngest princess, and because of that you get the most freedom. The only thing your father refuses is to let you learn to fight. So, you get rid of the middleman and go straight to the Wonsanghwa.

Love is Free - Hyunjin [WIP]

Prince! Hyunjin x Merchan! AFAB! Reader

Summary: You run a store for your father that sells all kinds of clothing and accessories. A nobleman comes by nearly every other day and will buy anything you recommend. You figured at first he was there to buy gifts for his girl, but turns out, he doesn't have on. Yet.

Beside Me - Han [WIP]

Noble! Han x Princess! AFAB! Reader

Summary: You often go to spend the day with your best friend at her husband's family's estate, using it as an excuse to leave the palace. Your friend's younger-brother-in-law normally keeps to himself, but you heard he's actually really fun. You're determined to bring him out of his shell.

Getting Closer - Felix [WIP]

Noble! Felix x Handmaiden! AFAB! Reader

Summary: You had been training ever since you were a little girl to grow up and serve the crown prince and later the king. Because of that, you grew up with the prince as well. Though, the one that always had caught your eye, was the prince's best friend.

Favorite Place - Seungmin [WIP]

Noble! Seungmin x Princess! AFAB! Reader

Summary: You are a habitual escape artist, sneaking away from the palace as often as you could to actual live a fun life. Your best friend of nearly twenty years is always on the other side of the wall to catch you. Every so often though, he goes into the palace to see you instead.

Keep You Safe - I.N. [WIP]

Personal Guard! I.N. x Noble! AFAB! Reader

Summary: Your father, because of his political position, he hired a private guard to keep you safe. He was always disguised as either a servant or a suitor. You have yet to see him actually need to protect you, and you were honestly fairly curious how well he'd do.

Master-Master List

Stray Kids Master List

Taglist: @huldrelokken, @estella-novella, @astrobebba, @kayleefriedchicken, @minghaosimp, @cassandramrn, @qwonyoung23

[edelweiss-maiden]

‘‘how romantic it must be to be imprisoned in a castle and made to squeeze out heirs’’ (1x04)

til death do us part by edmund blair leighton (1878, detail) / zella day - jerome / susanna and the elders by bernardino luini (c. 1521-1525, detail) / halsey - the tradition (inspo) / the french lieutenant’s woman by john fowles (1969) / lear and cordelia by ford madox brown (c.1849-1854, detail) / the penitent magdalen by unknown follower of giacinto brandi (c.1623-1691, detail) / death and the maiden by hans schwarz (c.1520) / fire and blood by george r.r. martin / ganymede by jericho brown

[meltthefrozenheart]

In case anyone wondered, yeah, all the most recognizable Frozen characters are in the final group photo, even Hans that many thought was excluded just because Elsa jokingly froze him in the picture.

So, to all the fellow Hans fans out there: calm yourself, take a deep breath and accept that Hans getting joked about is still a way to take him into account because, at least, the protagonists can express their disdain for him, which is totaly fare.