Okay guys. I'm home. I got home yesterday but I've been so busy I didn't have a chance to come over here. Hopefully tomorrow I'll set up the sideblog on Gamora and put this blog on archive. I'm just so done, and this is what I have to do if I want to keep Elsa.

Lmao how many days has it been since I was on here?

Um. So??? Idk guys. Elsa’s just not comin to me. And when she is with me, I have so much going on with Gamora that I literally can’t bring myself to step away from Gamora even long enough to come over here and do replies. So. I’m thinking I’m gonna put this blog on archive and make a super secret sideblog on Gamora for my five or six rp partners over here. This blog is dead anyways.

However, I’m not even home. I’m typing this from my phone because I haven’t had access to a computer in almost a week. I came up to Utah for thanksgiving and… Well… Haven’t gotten home yet. So nothing’s official. I’m just telling you guys that I’ll probably be killing this blog soon.

"I'm sorry, my king," Elsa whimpered softly. How could she forget? He may not actually be a king, but there was no doubt in her mind that he was the king of her. 

★ (bc ily and two threads aren't enough :3)

 “You gonna do something or just stare at me like you wanna fuck my brains out?” (LOL no, just no. I can’t imagine Hans saying this, or a man saying this WTF)

 “Is that so?”

(That one is good and open like you can take it to whatever direction you want to.

I love you too! :3 Totally agreed, elsaxarendelles)

She whimpered his name softly as he got on top of her. She was still unable to see, and her hands were still tied, something she had almost forgotten about in the heat of what had just happened. 

★ (bc ily and two threads aren't enough :3)

 “You gonna do something or just stare at me like you wanna fuck my brains out?” (LOL no, just no. I can’t imagine Hans saying this, or a man saying this WTF)

 “Is that so?”

(That one is good and open like you can take it to whatever direction you want to.

I love you too! :3 Totally agreed, elsaxarendelles)

Elsa followed close behind her husband as he took Amy to the nursery. She stayed in the doorway, watching the two of them from a short distance when they entered, her arms folded tightly across her chest. 

✺ //hiiiii there :P

(So sorry it took me so long, and hi! How are you doing?)

A knock on his door woke Prince Hans up, grumpily, he walked toward the door, “It better be important because I’ve had a dream of sandwich- Oh, Elsa, what brings you here in midnight?” he asked, opening the door for the Queen to enter.

Every store he took her to was magnificent--but expensive. Often she would see something she really liked, but upon seeing the price tag would set it down--only to have Hans buy it anyways, despite her protests. When they were done, they had more than a dozen bags, completely full of clothes and cosmetics, and Elsa was in awe of it. She had no idea where they would even keep all of the clothes. This would have made her closet at home overflow.

(The nsfw meme, I'm from my phone, can't copy the sign)

SEND MY MUSE A “☼” & I’LL GENERATE A NUMBER TO SEE HOW THEY REACT (NSFW VERSION)10- ... to yours pinning my muse against a wall

prince-hans-westergard-roleplay

"—-Hans!" He knocked the breath right out of her lungs as her back connected with the wall. His chest was pressed against hers, and his arms kept her locked in place.

She glanced around the hall to make sure no one  else was around to see this. “What are you doing? What if someone sees?” she asked breathlessly. 

out of isolation;; gentle reminder that I spend 99.99% of my time on any blog but this one so really it’s pointless to try to get a hold of me here. You’ll have better luck catching me on this blog.

Moments later, Elsa was done for. She screamed out his name, arching her back as she came undone against his lips.

★ (bc ily and two threads aren't enough :3)

 “You gonna do something or just stare at me like you wanna fuck my brains out?” (LOL no, just no. I can’t imagine Hans saying this, or a man saying this WTF)

 “Is that so?”

(That one is good and open like you can take it to whatever direction you want to.

I love you too! :3 Totally agreed, elsaxarendelles)

Elsa nodded, not responding to his kisses as she handed a sleeping Amy back to Hans. "She seems to be doing much better," Elsa said, changing the subject. "She doesn't seem as sick as before."

✺ //hiiiii there :P

(So sorry it took me so long, and hi! How are you doing?)

A knock on his door woke Prince Hans up, grumpily, he walked toward the door, “It better be important because I’ve had a dream of sandwich- Oh, Elsa, what brings you here in midnight?” he asked, opening the door for the Queen to enter.

out of isolation;; gentle reminder that I spend 99.99% of my time on any blog but this one so really it’s pointless to try to get a hold of me here. You’ll have better luck catching me on this blog.

Elsa didn't look at him, instead focusing all her attention on her baby. The idea of suitors made her stomach turn--it felt too much like they weren't giving Amy a choice, and Elsa knew all too well what it was like to not have a choice in what happened in her life. "I'm not mad," she muttered, glancing over at him.

✺ //hiiiii there :P

(So sorry it took me so long, and hi! How are you doing?)

A knock on his door woke Prince Hans up, grumpily, he walked toward the door, “It better be important because I’ve had a dream of sandwich- Oh, Elsa, what brings you here in midnight?” he asked, opening the door for the Queen to enter.

out of isolation;; gentle reminder that I spend 99.99% of my time on any blog but this one so really it's pointless to try to get a hold of me here. You'll have better luck catching me on this blog.

She could already feel herself getting close--he didn't even have to do very much. Her body was so sensitive that even the slightest touch drove her crazy, so having all of his attention on her most sensitive areas was overloading her senses. "Hans," she couldn't help but whimper out even after he told her to be quiet.

★ (bc ily and two threads aren't enough :3)

 “You gonna do something or just stare at me like you wanna fuck my brains out?” (LOL no, just no. I can’t imagine Hans saying this, or a man saying this WTF)

 “Is that so?”

(That one is good and open like you can take it to whatever direction you want to.

I love you too! :3 Totally agreed, elsaxarendelles)

Elsa didn't respond. The idea of suitors still didn't sit well with her, but she kept quiet--Hans was her husband and her king, and she shouldn't have been speaking to him like this. She held the baby closer to her, holding her small hand.

✺ //hiiiii there :P

(So sorry it took me so long, and hi! How are you doing?)

A knock on his door woke Prince Hans up, grumpily, he walked toward the door, “It better be important because I’ve had a dream of sandwich- Oh, Elsa, what brings you here in midnight?” he asked, opening the door for the Queen to enter.

"Well, that wasn't how we married," Elsa argued, standing up with Amy. Although, to be fair, maybe their marriage wasn't the best argument to use. The rumors she had heard in the hallway today had brought back a lot of things Elsa wished to forget. "And to be quite frank, Hans, I don't think it's very fair to Amy to make her choose between men only we think are suitable." 

✺ //hiiiii there :P

(So sorry it took me so long, and hi! How are you doing?)

A knock on his door woke Prince Hans up, grumpily, he walked toward the door, “It better be important because I’ve had a dream of sandwich- Oh, Elsa, what brings you here in midnight?” he asked, opening the door for the Queen to enter.

"Suitors...?" She furled her brow, shaking her head at the idea. "No, no. No suitors," she insisted, clutching the infant closer to her protectively. "Amy will be able to marry whomever she chooses." 

✺ //hiiiii there :P

(So sorry it took me so long, and hi! How are you doing?)

A knock on his door woke Prince Hans up, grumpily, he walked toward the door, “It better be important because I’ve had a dream of sandwich- Oh, Elsa, what brings you here in midnight?” he asked, opening the door for the Queen to enter.

Elsa smiled at that, looking up at him and nodding. "I'm sure she's going to make a wonderful queen," she murmured, brushing some of the baby's hair away from her face. A much better queen than I have ever been, Elsa couldn't help but add in her head. She didn't even really mean to think that--the thought just popped into her head and even though she knew she shouldn't be thinking like that, she did. She kept it to herself, however, knowing that Hans would probably scold her for thinking such rotten things about herself. 

✺ //hiiiii there :P

(So sorry it took me so long, and hi! How are you doing?)

A knock on his door woke Prince Hans up, grumpily, he walked toward the door, “It better be important because I’ve had a dream of sandwich- Oh, Elsa, what brings you here in midnight?” he asked, opening the door for the Queen to enter.