#askcaptainjameshook

SEND ☼ TO HEAR THE WORDS THAT MY MUSE WOULD WHISPER TO YOURS ONLY WHEN YOUR MUSE IS FAST ASLEEP

send me a ship involving my muse and i’ll tell you;

Who would be the big spoon?

Hook

Who would wake up first?

Elsa

Do they have nicknames for each other?

Elsa most likely would either call him Hook or just Pirate sometime but will stick with calling him James though. Hook might call her some nickname that would eventually annoy her.

What happened when they met each other’s parents?

Well Elsa’s parents are dead and I don’t know about Hook’s parents sooooo

How do they apologies after an argument?

They don’t technically apologize, they usually stay away from each other after an argument but then they slowly return back to how it was before. 

What would they be like as parents?

While Hook is more spontaneous and adventurous than Elsa, they are both somewhat lenient and aren’t over protective of their children.

Who is the better cook?

Elsa

Who is more romantic?

Neither, but Elsa is kind of.

What sort of gifts do they get for each other?

It depends on what the occasion is but Hook would bring something back for Elsa from wherever he’s traveled. 

Who gets jealous easiest?

They aren’t very jealous people.

Who gets more excited for events e.g.. Birthdays, Christmas?

Elsa does.

Who is the most adventurous?

Hook

Who is the most protective?

Elsa, though they are both protective of each other

What would they have been like as childhood sweethearts?

I don’t think they would have been sweethearts, I think they would most likely be those type of children who poked fun at each other but were close friends.

*BONUS: Song to sum them up?*

► Bulletproof Heart - My Chemical Romance

 Do I ship it?

Without looking, put a number between 1-42 in my askbox! [grab bag edition]

23. Your muse is a soldier in the war, mine is their lover back home — they exchange letters. There was ink. There was paper. There was all that was needed — what was missing were words.After all, it shouldn't have been such a hard task. People put syllables together all the time. Everybody knew how to form words, everybody knew how to effectively translate feelings into mere scribbled signs.Apparently, she was the only one who couldn't.Annie had been stearing at the blank page for so long she thought that white square was painted on her eyes now. The sad thing was that she did have things to say. She just didn't know how to.It had been so long, so very long, since she had last seen James — so long sometimes she feared she was forgetting his face.Parts of him were being replaced by those recruitment posters hanging at every side of the street — sometimes she even saw Uncle Sam instead of him, and it was hurting her.She missed him, it was clear.But maybe her whole being was just becoming adjusted to his presence. Before she could stop them, words started flowing from her pen — and maybe they would have hurt him, but he, of all people, he would have understood.

the crown and a ticket? or the small music box?

FC hunting for what?