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I'm literally only here to bring this back with a big fat I told you so thanks to the musical in which Anna has to specify human girls when she asks if Kristoff has ever kissed a girl and all he has to say for himself is "Oh."
Did you just imply that he fucked trolls lol
I was speaking more in general terms of mountain folk & other elfin creatures but I suppose if you want to go in that direction, it could be taken out of what I said, yeah. I hold the headcanon that there are more than trolls in the woods, and even if Norwegian ‘fair folk’ (I say that in quotations, because I know they aren’t the same thing) aren’t the same as the sexually charged European ones, there are a lot of similarities between the two, particularly their sexual appetites. SO – tl;dr – yes. Yes, I did
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“Don’t go near ‘em and don’t bother ‘em -- what more do you need to know?”
He glanced warily down at the sturdy woman -- short, but in no way frail
seeming. He knew from experience that the size of a creature was not the
best way to measure it’s strength -- least of all to measure the strength of a
viking.
“Who’re you to call Sven boring? You’re gonna hurt his feelings. Maybe he
can’t ‘skewer’ you, but that’s no cause to be rude.”
Besides that, Sven wasn’t boring. He was the best friend that a guy could
ask for -- loyal, kind hearted, willing to share his food... He was everything
that Kristoff had, beyond the trolls, and he was NOT going to stand here and
let this woman insult him!
Astrid blinked a few times in surprise. Stormfly squawked then flexed
her spines on her tail. Astrid had half a mind to allow her to throw them,
but that would have been wrong.
❝Easy, girl, I can handle this,❞ she said and gently held her hand over
Stormfly’s nose. She looked back to the man before she placed her hands
on her hips and she walked closer to him.
❝Deadly Nadders are extremely proud. You can’t say stuff like that in front
of her unless you want to be skewered. And who are you to call her a chicken?
I highly doubt you know anything about dragons.❞
Arms crossed, she turned her nose up at the man. Forget patience or
manners. They were far past that point.
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Torment my muse with questions. About their past, about their regrets, their unanswered hopes. Make my muse squirm.
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✫ ✽ ✤ ( @xomago )
✫:Why you began RPing.
you can all blame Impy for my presence as a roleplayer in the world. I met her when we were like. 13? 12? IDFK. Grade 8, in any case -- && regardless of the age, she’s the one who introduced me to the hobby. Granted, back then, we just called it ‘writing stories’ because neither of us really knew what it was called. We’d write back & forth on MSN, then moved into Gaia, and when that site began to spiral down the shithole we came to Tumblr.
✽:Favorite season?
I’m a big fan of Fall, but I also enjoy late spring. Anywhere between getting my ass frozen off by winter & dying of heat stroke in the summer is good by my books -- but moreso fall than spring, lately. It’s actually why I chose September to get married in~
✤:Favorite kind of food
Is any an option? Lmao, kidding -- mostly. I am a glutton, can’t deny it, but I do prefer foods with seafood in it? I also like heavier foods, with cream & butter & cheese and all that fatty goodness. I guess the term for what I like is ‘comfort’ food? I don’t really know bahaha. Because I’m super down for alfredo but also cabbage rolls & perogis & ugh. Food. Give me all of it
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Some fun Munday asks!
♦: Relationship with your Muse.
♠: What's one thing you dislike about your Muse?
♣: Any headcanons about your muse?
♥: One thing you love about your Muse.
☾: Favorite moment from your Muse's canon, and why. (If your Muse is an OC, then favorite aspect of their story.)
☄: What you think of your Muse.
♪: Favorite song.
✫: Why you began RPing.
✽: Favorite season?
❂: The Mun's birthday. (Month and date--no year!)
☂: Favorite kind of weather.
✤: Favorite kind of food.
▲: The Mun's Zodiac sign. (Any kind of Zodiac works!)
●: If you could say just one thing to your Muse, what would it be?
☑: An OTP with your Muse in it (if you have any).
☒: A NOTP with your Muse in it (if you have any).
☁: Favorite part of RPing.
✉: Any RPers the Mun admires.
▶: A talent of the Mun's (besides RPing, of course!)
♬: Sing or say something! Post the link to it.
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Did you just imply that he fucked trolls lol
I was speaking more in general terms of mountain folk & other elfin creatures but I suppose if you want to go in that direction, it could be taken out of what I said, yeah. I hold the headcanon that there are more than trolls in the woods, and even if Norwegian ‘fair folk’ (I say that in quotations, because I know they aren’t the same thing) aren’t the same as the sexually charged European ones, there are a lot of similarities between the two, particularly their sexual appetites. SO -- tl;dr -- yes. Yes, I did
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What's Kristoff like in bed? //chin hands//
below the cut to protect the children
Kristoff tries very hard to be gentle in bed. He wants to please his lover, to make them comfortable, and does everything in his power to ensure that he is doing what they want. In this regard, you could consider him to some degree ‘submissive’. He will, however, take any ‘role’ his partner would ask of him.
Kristoff is also very open about sex, and growing up with trolls and faeries has left him no stranger to pleasure, nudity, and sexuality. Shyness where these things are concerned are not in his nature.
Let’s return, though, to the fact that he must try to be gentle. He’s a big man, sexual past disregarded, and is quite strong -- thus, he’d be likely afraid to accidentally hurt whoever he was with.
Though Kristoff is not in any way non-human, it is also very true that the folk from whom he learned his ‘life lessons’ & likely with which he shared his first forays into the realm of sexuality were not. He would, at first, be unfamiliar with how rough he can be with a human partner, & would find it necessary to hold himself back from hurting them.
In the event that Kristoff is sure enough of himself & his partner to ‘let go’, it would become clear that all is not gentle kisses and whisper soft touches. He has a firm, strong grip, and he quite likes to use it to hold his partner still while he takes them -- && he is a fan of taking them on their knees, from behind.
He’s also a cuddler, so be forewarned -- it is unlikely that anyone would escape his bed immediately afterward, unless he has no attachment to them or their presence.
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meta on christmas or holidays in general!??
Kristoff isn’t really familiar with the holidays that humans celebrate. He knows they have celebrations -- he’s seen their festivals from afar, and been aware that they remained in their homes and away from their fields on seemingly random days, but he doesn’t really know the purpose of them. At best, he has in adulthood learned when they are, so he can profit off of their celebrations.
They look like fun, as far as he’s concerned, but without the knowledge of what they’re for, or what to do during them, he doesn’t often feel comfortable enough to participate -- unless there’s food, of course. Beyond that, most of the towns closest to his home in the mountains have long since learned to avoid him as a ‘wild man’.
With the trolls, Kristoff has learned to celebrate the changing of the seasons, standing to the side during their midsummer, midwinter, spring, and fall ceremonies. They try to include him as best they can, but of course, there are some things that as a human he simply can’t take part in.
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send me a topic to write a meta about my muse on
I might write anything from a paragraph to a whopping essay, but send me something you’ve noticed about my characterisation or just something you want to know about my muse and I will write what I can!
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@secondpriincess liked for a starter
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.”
#ic;;#v: in between;;#secondpriincess#short starters I said#just one line i said#well here we are & here this is & man this dork#this giant frackin dork
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oh gee damn look at all the shit I need to catch up on for this blog
posts a starter call anyway
LIKE for a short starter while I try to figure out the mess I left here whoops
#outoftrolls;;#mutuals only please#verses will vary#hit up my askbox if you'd like to plot something or w/e
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BOLD any fears which apply to your muse. Italicize what makes them uncomfortable.
REPOST DO NOT REBLOG
the dark. fire. open water. deep water. being alone. crowded spaces. confined spaces. change. failure. war. loss of control. powerlessness. prison. blood. drowning. suffocation. public speaking. natural animals. the supernatural. heights. death. dying. intimacy. rejection. abandonment. loss. the unknown. the future. not being good enough. scary stories. speaking to new people. poverty. loud noises. being touched. sex. chains. inner demons. hallucinations. staring. going berserk. betrayal.
tagged by: not actually tagged by anyone lmao I just wanted to do it?
tagging: @xomago, & uh @secondpriincess, and @twilightiisms
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|X| “You like me.” He countered. “I figured it’s rare enough to constitute
permission.”
Nonetheless, he loosened his hold on her after a moment, glancing down
and scanning her form with his eyes. There was a pause for deliberation,
a glint of humour in his eyes and half a quirk of a smile on his lips, then -
“--You can’t have eaten all their food. You’re still tiny.”
Chuckling, he let her go, re-organizing his abandoned books and papers.
Not, however, before snarking once more at her over his shoulder.
“I, and the citizens of the entire country, I’m sure, thank your parents
each night for saving our streets from your high speed tyranny.”
He could still feel the echo of her form against his arms and his chest,
the ghost of a sneeze trapped in the back of his nose from the perfume
of her shampoo. It was a comforting smell, a familiar smell -- one that
spoke of a home he hadn’t felt since setting his feet back down upon the
school’s unfamiliar grounds. Yes -- he’d missed her, as he missed his
family now.
“Do you have plans for lunch?” He asked, once his desk was back in order,
ready and once more waiting for the arrival of their teacher. “I was thinking
of heading back to my dorm to study for a bit, but I think I could pass on the
books in favour of company and food. That is, if you aren’t busy.”
The smallness of her wrapped in his brawn was a compliment. Kris was a privileged individual; it was an affection rarely permitted, much less that she visited. Anomaly allowed for appreciation.
Convinced, pleased that he did, Robyn accepted this gesture and wrapped her arms around his waist. Burrowing into side, she anchored her fingers in his fleece and leeched his warmth. A little gust at the top of her head alerted her to the fact it was directly in the path of the chimney of his nostrils.— Her own personalized carnival Pooh bear, complete with bones and definition, and a respiratory system.
❝I like how you just assumed I gave you permission.❞
Per the resting bitch tone, anyone other than Kris would assume she’d resigned to defeat, except she tacked on, ❝At least I don’t have to put you in a pillow case an’ pretend you’re Chris Hemsworth.❞
The only thing not allowed was silence. Turned in this pose, Robyn felt the need to fill it. She apprised him, ❝Visiting is a double-edged sword. They complained I overslept an’ ate all their food, while hating the fact they’re financially responsible. Be glad I’m not runnin’ the streets.❞
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A CHANCE TO CHANGE MY LONELY WORLD
A CHANCE TO FIND 𝑻𝑹𝑼𝑬 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 !!
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|x| His attention was first upon his companion, clapping his hands over his ears
and shooting her an indignant glare.
“Don’t listen to her, buddy.” He said, to the side, before returning his focus to the
matter at hand.
“I don’t ride Sven unless I need to. He’s not some common horse, he’s my friend
-- and if you think it’s boring, you’ve obviously never seen two bulls go at it. You’ve
gotta be careful when you’re around them. They’re very territorial...” His eyes swept,
judging (if only vindictively), and he snorted.
“--And a lot warmer, I’d say, than some overgrown chicken.”
+ @trolltaken
❝So, you ride reindeer? I’m sorry that just seems a little boring compared to what I do.❞
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|X| He regarded her for but a moment, sarcasm evident in his dark eyes and
across his broad face. Then, in one smooth movement, he sighed, shrugged,
and reached one thick arm out toward her.
“Fine. If you say so. I missed you.” He said it as if it were a burden, something
distasteful that someone guilted him into admitting, but there was mirth and
kindness in his eyes as he hooked his arm around her shoulders and tried to
trap her in a Bjorgman-Patented-Bear-Hug.
He was less concerned about breaking her than he perhaps could have been --
his opinion of Robyn’s durability measured somewhere between ‘too stubborn
to snap in half’ and ‘tougher than she looked’. More, he was concerned about
her ability to duck and weave and in general out match him in terms of speed.
“I’m surprised you made it through another break without getting arrested.”
He teased as he tried to hook her in his embrace, dropping his pen and
discarding his books, for the moment. “Did your parents start locking you
in the basement, yet? Or do they just go for bribery and pleading?”
Robyn turned to face him, propping her elbow on the back of her chair, and held up her fingers.
❝Three reasons.❞
She folded them down as she enumerated.
❝I’m cute, I don’t wanna date you, and I’m the nicest asshole you’ll ever meet. The third one is really important. In other words, you should. It’s the polite thing to do.❞
#ic;;#xomago#v: academy;;#he makes her sound so much worse than she is#calm down kristoff you grandfather
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