HUMBLE / FACE .

RULES

indie. / selective. hans westergaard from disney's frozen
franchise . est. 19 - 5 - 18 . as written by mali'a . tracking #islcsn .

ONE. this is a roleplay blog for hans westergaard, a character from disney’s popular franchise, frozen. all icons, edits, etc. are made by myself unless stated otherwise. this base theme is the work of the talented awokenhope and has since been heavily coded and changed. that being said, do not take anything from them nor myself, this including headcanons, style, etc. not cool.

TWO. my activity is currently put on a semi for all blogs as for my (demanding) job, theatre, and my thirty million other blogs. i will always try to get to things as quickly as possible. if i am slow on something, do understand unless said publicly that i will be dropping threads, i have not forgotten and will get to it. i try to check my tag at least twice a week, so, there’s a chance i haven’t seen it.

THREE. i will only be writing with those i am in mutual follow with. this is to keep my spirits high and my drafts low k thanks. should you ever prefer a certain thread please let me know. in those mutual follow with, i am open to crossovers, ocs, aus, etc. though my preference is formatting and paragraphs, i can’t even always achieve that, so i don’t ask you to. write as much as you can or as much as you feel. one liner or war and peace - be my guest. i do ask, though, that you cut your posts so we don’t have a cluttered mess. DROPPING THREADS: WE’RE STILL COOL. if you aren’t feeling it, overwhelmed, hate me, whatever it is, you’re good to drop whatever you want to when you want to. / lastly, never be afraid to send in a meme, turn an answered ask into a thread, anything like that.

FOUR. im usually dumb ship trash. however, as for hans, i will be far more selective when it comes to relationships. they’ll be pretty rare. fair warning, he's manipulative, his emotions aren't always clear. chemistry is always key. there has to be something there, something that clicks, and i will most likely ship it as well. pre - established relationships are alright with me, of course after some discussion especially if your character is an oc. exclusivity and mains are always fun - again, we’d just have to talk.

hans as well as myself are over age but explicit smut will be rare on my tumblr.

I DO NOT TOLERATE HATE ON THIS BLOG. A BIG NO NO. NOT HERE AND NOT TO OTHER BLOGS. HATE WILL BE IMMEDIATELY DELETED. PLEASE TAG SUBJECTS INVOLVING SEXUAL ASSAULT, ABUSE, PEDOPHILIA.

_{001. THE DUNGEONS OF ARENDELLE. / SHEFROZE.}

she spurns the pity that rises like bile, _{^{intolerably vitreous against the inside of her throat — after all, it is only the sight of him that inspires it: ivory - garbed nobleman reduced to phantom saboteur. his voice is still honeysuckle poison, and it is enough reminder that pulchritude can be a thread of lies spun to conceal the most repugnant of souls. a single footfall draws her closer — but not too close, for caged lions have not been wrenched of teeth — and frigid optics blaze, burning peerlessly in a way only the cold can. carriage of shoulders hoists her higher, marble - carved and imposing in the dingy desolation of arendelle’s dungeons. ❛❛ with all due respect, i believe you’ve long since forfeited the right to remark on what might or might not serve me well. ❜❜ languid words spilled like hymnals, she tilts her head just so. ❛❛ i do hope the curiosity will not be your undoing. ❜❜}}

_{tone that cuts and sharpens, bones that harden though exterior remains unfazed. he inhales, A LETHARGIC DRAG.

❛ right. ❜ and he lets it linger. a weighted notion that lies betwixt. recollection paints images of a period short of mere months of when her nearness, her closeness would bring molecules of FEAR to him, where instinct would draw a stocky build ( all tight jaw and brutality. imagining the cold shards that would burn freckled skin. ) ; now, he’s still. where old rebellion dies ‘pon knowing and he leaves it be.

❛ i have less pride than to find my… undoing by arendelle’s blood. ❜ eyebrow raise is suggested to further emphasize his point.

❛ far less. ❜}

_{( desolation, bedeviled ) edges of precision, and he mimics her behavior ; sudden closeness, a lion found brittle confidence, and stands. ( and may two play this game. )

❛ endearing, ❜ he says. a bold test of fate, test of the queen herself.

❛ it’s only honesty… ‘cause i understand. after all, your majesty.. we’re more alike than you’d fair admit. ❜}

o o f. finally back in business. vi. — ❛ and he’s in the dark of the night. edge of dawn. shefroze SHEFROZE. 001

_{001. THE DUNGEONS OF ARENDELLE. / SHEFROZE.}

displeasure bleeds viciously into the air, _{^{winter’s teeth sharp and merciless against mortal skin. the witching hour is every hour, when a heartbeat sounds like a pendulum clock in a belltower — sounds like crackling frost in a bottomless lake. she revels in it. but visage remains adamantine, betraying no inkling of sentiments brewing within her storm. at its forefront: an intimate kind of antipathy, wrought tremendously from the phantom sensation of steel kissing vein. irrelevant responses she does not deign to bestow upon him, circumspect of a silver - tongue she’d much rather sever. ❛❛ perhaps i take great pleasure in watching you wait for my verdict. ❜❜}}

_{THEIR GAME REMAINS THE SAME TONE IN ACCUSATION. emits a scoff, and so he sinks, back settled against frigid, chipped stone. left to years of desolation, only inhabited by himself. ( HE, THE UNCOUTH. ) shutter deep in defensive roots leech like vipers. arms bind at his chest, a tattered white button. cyanic veins slip to amethyst colorings. (

iron eyes contoured with black smudges. ) ❛ perhaps you do. ❜ words settle in air, inscrutable, and simple. spine is taut, angled like a machine. lips move, he speaks, bitter words to his tongue, he breathes, yet at the forefront seems dreadfully LIFELESS. pads of his fingers touch impatient to his arm, dragging calloused skin against the pulse.

❛ not a usual habit of yours. it won’t serve you well … all due respect. ❜ a cheshire cat if there was one.

❛ quite the curiosity you’re choosing to leave me in. ❜}

shit same els i wanna punch him in the thr oat. but yo im hype too lessss go. vi. — ❛ and he’s in the dark of the night. edge of dawn. shefroze SHEFROZE. 001

verglarchive

“ If you could hear how crazy you sound. ”

_{_{001. THE DUNGEONS OF ARENDELLE. / SHEFROZE.}}

_{❛ how very cordial of you - ❜ cathedral skin, wild mouth. eye contact doesn’t fracture, doesn’t shatter. instead of a fire ‘pon emerald irises. SPLINTERING & COLD. winter coats his breath, appearing in the dungeon’s atmosphere in a cloud. loneliness forlorn, his words whispered, ❛YOUR MAJESTY.❜ a feign of disgrace. ( the additional phrase, so complimentary, with eyebrows set high against his forehead. ) and in that moment, he was a pure commodity of his father. ( tongue darts to wet his lips as the silence lasts in vast layers. ) the curl set to his lips lie empty, in daring technique and detail. ❛ the offer stlll stands. it does. . . . may i remind you ; crazy or not , you haven’t said no . ❜}

_{_{SPLITTING UP TOGETHER STARTERS. / ACCEPTING.}}

vague ass answer but like im dumb and couldnt think of nothin woopsie doop. but hey look at these two. vi. — ❛ and he’s in the dark of the night. edge of dawn. shefroze SHEFROZE. 001