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bjcrgman-archive · 8 years
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●☁✉ (@thxwed)
@thxwed  //  Munday Asks
●:If you could say just one thing to your Muse, what would it be?
You know you don’t have to be so rude to everyone.
☁:Favorite part of RPing.
Aside from being able to write all of the time, I’d probably have to say getting to know the people you write with.
✉:Any RPers the Mun admires.
So many people... but to name a few..
@waitingforthefinishlineTHIS NERD. My love, my life, my twin, & soon to be wife. We don’t interact on this blog, but I love and admire her too much not to mention her. Bridget was the first person to really accept me in the SPN RP community. She lets me spam her all the time with ask memes, and we have so many threads because of it. Honestly I don’t even know how many threads.. Her writing is so beautiful, and I am not worthy. She puts so much thought into everything, and it shows. Bridget’s such a sweetheart, and I’m very glad to have her to talk to in, and out of character. And she has a great name. Also Emma is so well written. I love her.
@thxwed​ We’ve been writing together for over a year now. I think it’s safe to say that we’ve both grown very much as writers as well as friends. I love your writing very much. Lily is such a sweet person who is always there when you need someone to talk to, and I’m really glad that I’ve had the chance to get to know her so well. Also she listens to some of my ridiculous headcanons and ideas for threads, and just puts up with me in general. For which, I am very thankful.
@chocolateisms​I only recently stumbled across Kaleigh’s blog, but I instantly fell in love. Her Anna is one of the best I’ve found, and I will love our Kris and Anna forever. That’s for sure. First of all, she’s such a sweetheart that I don’t deserve in the slightest. Her whole blog is just so pretty and organized. Her tags are perfection, and she’s just a really beautiful person inside and out. I really hope that we have the chance to continue writing together.
@secondpriincessMy angst buddy tbh. First of all, I do believe that you are actually Princess Anna. Your writing is so on point. I absolutely love your take on her, and Kristoff does too. Everything you write is so beautiful. Visually as well as technically------ in every way. I legitimately have no idea why you put up with my trash writing because everything that you do is amazing and so thought out. I really love reading everything of yours------ whether it’s meant for me or not.
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trolltaken-blog · 8 years
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     He was TIRED. To his bones, the exhaustion tugged at him, tempting      him to just lie down -- to stop, and rest beside the reindeer whose      stall he made a note to prepare properly before leaving him. The      straw looked comfortable, to be certain, and he couldn’t help but give it      one last wistful look as he turned away... but there were better things      that awaited him through the imposing double doors of the palace’s      gates. He just... had to make it through. 
     Through the courtyards, the halls, the leering stares of nobles who      don’t understand his presence there -- who don’t approve. Oh, he      had his moment of glory, sure. A new sled, the appreciation of the      court, when he helped to bring the princess and the Queen back to       their castle; but how quick their admiration faded as time went on.
     He is tolerated by the others. He knew it, and they knew he knew.      It is only the favour of the queen that kept him here, because lord      knew the princess held little sway over them... but that was exactly      what made it worth it. That was what made him tug off his cap and      try to bring life to the hat-formed hair that curled across his brow,       and that was what kept him moving on dead tired feet.
     The princess.
     Kristoff moved quietly through the halls in which he felt distinctly      like an outsider, ignoring the sideways glances tossed in his       direction. Surrounded no longer by the forests, the trees, and      the glittering perfection of the ice, he became painfully aware      of himself -- how he towered over everyone, how his clothes bore      the telltale marks of travel and wear, and - god - was that smell      him? He hoped not. He hoped it was some weird plant. Maybe he      should have stayed in the stables, with Sven, where peasants       like him belonged --
     He saw her, then, as he passed through a doorway, and the dark      thoughts were forgotten; they faded in the face of her presence,      like shadows in the light of the sun. His muscles forgot that they      were sore, his bones forgot that they were tired, and in three      swift strides he crossed the room, feeling like he was floating.
                  “--Anna.”
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dyncstes-a · 8 years
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           (   @secondpriincess  !!   )
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             ❛    i swear to god , if you come to me with those , i will — anna.    ❜
♕. SELECTIVELY ACCEPTING — ONE LINER STARTER CALL !
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murdcrpup-a-blog · 8 years
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“You’re a terrible cook.”
“Okay, so I only know how to make like, two things. But that’s not my fault. I grew up eating food from roadside diners.” 
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bjcrgman-archive · 8 years
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❥ & ✤ & ✍
@secondpriincess | Memory Meme | [x]
❥ - a childhood memory
A lot of Kristoff’s childhood memories are ones that he’s blocked from his memory, and therefore does not remember. There is one, however, that sticks out in his mind.
Losing your parents was one thing, but to witness losing your parents, and then having to deal with it on your own—— having no one to turn to? That was a lot for anyone to deal with, but it was even more admirable that seven-year-old Kristoff Bjorgman managed to do so. 
Of course, the reason he was able to deal with it so gracefully, was the small injured reindeer he encountered one day, after a long day of gathering ice. He’d been nervous to approach the creature, but had been unable to leave him there knowing that the reindeer was in trouble, and needed someone to patch him up.
Hesitant as he was, the young ice gatherer made his way to the baby reindeer, and, using the supplies that he had on him, was able to help him enough so he could at least walk alongside Kristoff, in order to make it back to the cabin that he had from his parents.
✤ - a memory that involves romance/love
Courting the princess was positively the most nerve-wracking thing that he’d ever willingly done. ( There was the discrimination he faced from not only other royal dignitaries, but also his fellow ice gatherers. It wasn’t easy for a commoner such as himself to douse himself in the royal lifestyle in such a short time period. )
There was one exception, however, because the scariest day of Kristoff’s entire life had to be the day that he proposed to the princess.
Aside from the fact that she was a princess, and everything had to be perfect, Kristoff had been afraid to hear what her answer was going to be. ( Perhaps it had been daft of him to believe so, but his doubt was deep-rooted and very much present despite that. )
The ring had been taken care of. Elsa was sure to give him her mother’s ring------ the one that the former king and queen had placed aside for their oldest. Now, Elsa insisted that Kristoff used it. She couldn’t imagine anyone else better suited to receive it------ herself included.
That was easily dealt with, but the hardest part had been actually proposing.
After a day filled with several failed attempts, ( The dining hall nearly catching on fire, timing issues, torrential downpours--- ) Kristoff, soaking wet in the middle of the stables, was finally able to propose. 
It wasn’t completely bad, however. Due to the extreme frustration that he’d felt, Kristoff was considerably less nervous.
✍ - a memory of their mother
Kristoff has very few memories of his mother, but one that truly sticks out in his mind, and not for any good reason, is the day he witnessed her death.
It had started off as any other, with little seven-year-old Kristoff carefully situated between both his mother and father as they made their way out to the frozen lake that sat in the midst of the mountains.
He’d been happy, carefree, and unaware of what was to occur in mere minutes.
As his parents made their way out to the ice, Kristoff found it difficult to listen to their instructions.
After all, was it really going to hurt any if he did leave the sled to try and harvest his own block of ice? His parents would be so proud! Anyway, he’d seen them do it hundreds of times.
He could handle it, and be subtle enough to avoid them noticing.
Everything quickly took a turn for the worst, however, as he nearly slipped, letting out a scream that was loud enough to catch his parent’s attention.
His mother had panicked, turned at once towards his voice, and taken off, not sure as to what happened, or why he was out of the sled.
The ice block she’d been cutting detached from the solid mass that she had been steadied on just in time for her to take a step forward, and into the icy water.
Kristoff’s father, having heard a splash from behind him, had glanced back, only to rush forward and jump into the water in a meager attempt to save his wife.
The little boy was stuck where he stood, and was only able to watch his parents for what would be the very last time. He spent the rest of the night at the side of the lake, waiting for the couple to surface, and crying into the night.
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bjcrgman-archive · 8 years
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@secondpriincess  //  6 song playlist
01  Some Kind of Wonderful  //  Michael Buble
I only know when I’m in your embraceThen this world seems a better placeAnd something happens to meYou know it’s some kind of wonderful
02  The Next Ten Minutes  //  The Last Five Years
Will you share your life with meFor the next ten minutes?For the next ten minutesWe can handle thatWe could watch the wavesWe could watch the skyOr just sit and waitAs the time ticks byAnd if we make it till thenCan I ask you againFor another ten?
03  I Love the Way  //  Something Rotten
I love the places that words let me go,I love the way that your words move me soI love, that you feel, the same way I doAnd I love,You know that I love,You know that I love…
04  Something That Will Last  //   First Date
We could make it to tomorrowOr just end it all right here.We could fall flat on our facesOr fall more in love each yearWith so little to be sure ofpossibilities are vastthis may be one perfect momentor maybe this is something that will last.
05  Baby ( You’ve Got What It Takes ) //  Michael Buble
Because it takes more than an effort to stay away from youAnd it takes more than a lifetime to prove that I’ll be true,But it takes somebody special to make me say, “I do, ”And, baby, you’ve got what it takes.
06  See Her Smile  // Tick, Tick… BOOM
Wish, I knew why, she saysBut on a sunny day, I find the rainLet’s give it a try, I sayWe can dance all through the pain
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bjcrgman-archive · 8 years
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send me a ⚡️ and I’ll fill out for you / your muse@secondpriincess
My first impression of your muse: On point. 100% on point. Actual Princess Anna.My first impression of you: Actual Princess Anna of Arendelle. Welcoming and pleasant and  a m a z i n g. Talented, and I am not worthy. My favorite thing about your muse: Accurate. From happy to sad to angry to excited in 0.1My favorite thing about you: Such a sweetheart! Gosh, you’re so talented and definitely Q U A L I T Y.Would I ever consider shipping our muses: Is now the time to say that, though we haven’t interacted very much, I definitely ship our Anna and Kristoff? I just really love them together.A plot I’d like to see between our muses: I would love to see something that really pushes them almost too far as a couple.An AU I think would be interesting for our muses: Something modern? I think that would be suuuper fun!
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