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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.
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.