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I've come back to this blog for the first time in literal years (three years maybe?) just to see if I could find anymore spoilers for the Frozen sequel LOL.
I really don't think I would even know anyone on here at this point tbh but hi tell me all your frozen secrets pls
How is everyone doing? I miss you all. I'm sorry I abandoned this blog, and I think about coming back to it every once in a while but I don't foresee that actually happening anytime soon. I do miss everyone dearly though and I still check on many of you quite often. If you ever want to talk or keep in touch, shoot me a message or something. I would love to hear from some of you and hear about how you're doing 💞 😊
I’ll get to the messages in my inbox eventually. I just haven’t really felt like being here the past few days tbh.
Mythology: Valkyrie [Norse mythology]
The Valkyries carried out the will of Odin in determining the victors in battle and of course the war. As each Valkyrie performed differing tasks according to Odin’s instruction, it was their prime duty to ride into the battlefield and choose the fallen heroes of the field. To be chosen by a Valkyrie and carried off on her white steed to Valhalla was considered an honor to the dying Viking warrior, for Valkyries only chose the bravest of the slain, gathering souls found deserving of an afterlife. They traveled far-and-wide searching for the dead in battlefields, oceans and seas for mortal men worthy of the grand hall. However, if the Viking warriors are deemed unworthy by the Valkyries, the goddess Hel in a cheerless underground world received them after their death. [x]
••┊( tyler ? )
{/ H U G E examinations certainly were never Link’s forte, let alone something he preferred. Why? Well, not only were tests regularly despised by the student body, but he just had this nasty habit called ‘not studying’. And the times he did, it was never for long and likely just a small glance over, if he’s lucky, a few topics. Even if he was a few percentage points away from a C in Interrogation, and the test was tomorrow, he still just barely studies. Most of the time, he does this merely so he can say he did study. Really, Interrogation was his one of his “worst” grades. He could pull it back up to the A+, or at least an A, his family ( and himself ) liked to see before the end of the semester, he’s sure. It’s not like he was next to failing, so he wasn’t overly worried or anxious about it. }
{/ The library was packed full, however, and he was lucky to grab the last empty table. Albeit, he’s sure not everyone in this room was studying; that’s something too hard to believe. He didn’t come here on a daily basis, truth be told, he mostly spent his free time in his living quarters or training himself. Of course, the day he decided to, it was like a call was made to summon all the students in the academy to the room of supposed-silence ( it wasn’t always this filled, was it? ). }
{/ His bag was set down on the floor next to the chair he was in, its weight leaning against the table. Link sat relaxed, sinking into the chair slightly, and his legs fully stretched out underneath the hard surface. His laptop was open, screen displaying actual notes that he occasionally studied from in one tab – he may not have been one to study, but he took all the notes you can imagine – and some currently playing music up in another tab. He brought a novel, that he did own himself, along with him for when he was bored of the aforementioned occasional glance, or when he thought people would start to think he was sleeping for how long his eyes were closed. }
{/ About half an hour after he sat down, yet another walked in. He glanced up at the muffled sound of a door opening, then back to the page he was on. That was as far as he thought he was going to end up looking at her. Until, she sat at the other end of the table. To which, he looked up at again and rose a brow at, the only thought that ran through his mind was: Why here? He could’ve sworn there were a few other tables that had at least one other seat open. Perhaps she merely wanted more solitude, and this was the one that offered the most. He debated about speaking up…even she clearly showed that she did not want to herself. He shrugged to himself, however, lowered the already quiet volume on his music, removed one earbud, and briefly set his book down, if only to say a few simple words in a hushed voice. }
“No closer? Despite what people say about me, I don’t bite.”
A moment passed after his comment as she contemplated whether to ACKNOWLEDGE
or simply ignore. ———–– Against her better judgment, she did NOT choose the latter.
As slowly as one could mange, she set glacial eyes in his direction and pinned him with the coldest gaze possible. ( Intimidation was second nature to her; she had the potential to make even the BRAVEST of men S H U D D E R under her gaze. ) ❝ YOU might not bite ———–– but perhaps I do. ❞
A delicate hand then came up to elegantly curl against her face, a shield to keep the barest of smirks hidden from his sight. She may be cold but every once in a while she still enjoyed the SMALLEST semblance of fun. ———––———––———–– Not that she would ever let anyone know.
••┊ ( peeta )
Peeta was tired. Sleepless nights brought only a more intense exhaustion with each passing school day – he wasn’t sure WHEN he would see improvement but there remained a harrowing sense of unrest at the thought of his future. These variations of absentminded consideration would steal his attention long enough to zone him Peeta of reality – her voice, though, alerted him to a presence other than his own. He blinked, licked his lips & rummaged memory to recall her name.
❝ Hey, Elsa. How are y– ❞ oh, she wasn’t there for small talk. Peeta sealed his lips & waited dutifully for the reason she was there – howe- ever quiet, he saw her not as antisocial or standoffish or … anything but what she was, really. A quiet, intelligent girl who kept to herself.
❝ Of course. Field Intelligence, right? Hang on… ❞ a moment of pause as he rummaged through his backpack, glance tarrying between her & where his hand preoccupied itself with blind search.
❝ Heh, yeah... ❞ Elsa tried her absolute hardest to seem casual during the brief pause that ensued ( one that seemed to stretch on f o r e v e r ) but it was not the easiest task to accomplish. Being around others made her NERVOUS but she was often successful in not letting it show —— this was when the mask went on; when her eyes turned to ice and her aura became FRIGID. ( it was in everyone’s best interest if she became too COLD for anyone to wish to approach. )
Unfortunately for her, in this moment the ICE QUEEN seemed to be lacking in her usual cool and collected composure. Pale hands fidgeted anxiously in front of her as her eyes shifted around, looking at everything EXCEPT him. ( for one who’s profession was in aiming to give nothing away she certainly had a lot of tells. ) ❝ So, um... ❞ a hand went up to tuck an invisible strand of hair behind her ear, ❝ I’ll just —— borrow these notes for a few hours and then ... return them later? If that’s fine with you, of course. ❞
God, this was more painful than getting hit with one of Adelyn’s punches. She should have just taken her damn chances and tried to catch up on her own.
alcott academy members
so I’m just going to throw this out there but!!! how would you guys feel about starting a group chat on skype? this way we can chat about the verse and collaborate and ideas we have together as a group, and also just because I think it would be really great to get to know you guys better in general! does anyone think this is a good idea?
until we get a consensus on this, for the time being if any one just wants to add me on skype anyway, my user name is lara__elizabeth (two underscores). feel free to come and chat! (also if any mutuals in general just want me skype, there you go!)
i really need to redo my rules page. and get my verses page back up. and bio page really needs to be done over. and redo and fix all my tags. annnnnd i really want to change my url and finish that new theme and coding and shit that i was working on. but that probably won’t happen cause so many things and crying and n o i really need to just archive this blog and start over from scratch hahahahah
this is probably the most pointless ooc post i have ever made ever
••┊ ( adelyn )
❛ i don’t care if you get the fucking president on your side, my answer is NO. ❜
❝ CLASSY as ever, I see ——– good thing you have at least some modicum of brute strength behind you, because your intelligence is surely suffering ——– although I do admire your steadfastness, however WRONG it may be. ❞
Skogsrån (watchers of the forest) are mysterious women who guard the forest and all its creatures. Seen from the front they are unearthly beautiful, but their backs are hollow like old and rotten trees, and they often have the tail of an animal. To protect the forest, they seduce and sleep with woodcutters and then steal their souls, leaving them empty husks of their former selves.
because heroes don’t exist ( and even if they did, you wouldn’t be one of them. )
