snowballs and fun times ☆

My name? It's Jack Frost. Now I probably know what you're all thinking. Oh, isn't that the spirit that's infamous for nipping noses? You see, that's where you're wrong. I seem to get that a lot, really. Not sure why; it must be the hair or something. But enough of that. Anyone up for a little fun? Closed AU!Jack Frost affiliated with Deux Destins / I do not own any of the gifs or images used here. Icons found: here and here

[believed-innnnnnnn]

"Confess ~"

The snowy-haired male was taken aback by the girl’s sudden appearance. He wasn’t usually one to be approached by others, much less a female, but he couldn’t deny that she looked incredibly familiar. Perhaps he’d seen her around Glendale High at some point.

“Whoa. Hey there, stranger.” Jack offered a welcoming smile. He leaned against his staff, adjusting his hands and their grip.

Azure blue irises scanned her briefly, and there was only one thing that stood out for him. “Your hair is beautiful,” he stated, a slight tinge of embarrassment becoming apparent before disappearing. 

Cute face, too.

But he wouldn’t say that.

[sickfirestavros-blog]

Send me a 'CONFESS!' and my character will have to truthfully admit one thing they find attractive about your character

[soleil--noir-deactivated2013022]

[[ Just adding an extra level of unf to Ichigo. As if he needed if ‘cause he’s already a sexy little asshole. >u> ]]

[believed-innnnnnnn]

[ i... i think i love you. can i ship myself with ichi now or ]

[minimiickey]

Happy Valentines Day to all of my lovely followers

[soleil--noir-deactivated2013022]

believed-in replied to your post: In-depth 30 day character development Day 1. …

[ ichi has a tongue piercing o3o unf ]

[[ Heh, that was certainly the effect I was going for. >:3 ]]

[believed-innnnnnnn]

[ *tugs at collar* a-ahem... w-well then. if you'll excuse me... >w> ]

[believed-innnnnnnn]

can you see me? || open.

An ice rink? Perfect.

Now don't get Jack wrong, he adored ice, snow, or just about anything remotely negative in temperature. It was just who he was. He was fine with watching others have fun and spread joy, though it brought more warmth to his heart if he was the sole reason behind it. But it was one memory, one painful, agonising reminiscence that brought so much guilt to his soul that he could literally feel a pair of imaginary, unknown hands enclosing around his neck, suffocating him entirely.

Even after all this time, he couldn't forget the moment when he had been so stupid. So stupidly careless to have nearly let his sister's life fall right through his narrow, pale fingers.

He shivered at the recollection playing in his head and brought his legs up closer towards his chest. His chin rested upon his bony knees as he watched another person skate past him, laughter spewing from their lips. Jack had been sitting on a bench alone in the corner of the ice rink. Occasionally, citizens would shuffle past after an amateurish attempt at putting on some skating shoes. But they paid no attention to the teenager, isolated from others, with a dark blue hood draped over a head as white as freshly fallen snow. Jack was used to that. Whenever he wasn't pulling pranks on others, he always had a tendency to be ignored, like he didn't exist, like he couldn't be seen.

It was disheartening. But today, it appeared that he was going to be lucky. While battling internally with himself, he hadn't noticed the presence of another, their eyes burning his cold self from afar. Well, that was new.

Someone was actually approaching him.

He didn't want to give off the impression that he was just some hooded thug. So, he pulled the material back, offered a genuine smile and lifted his left hand up to offer a wave.

"Can I help you, stranger?" He questioned.

[believed-innnnnnnn]

february monthly headcanon: thirteen.

13. what do you notice first about another person?

"You're asking me?"

"Their smile, I guess," Jack responded, but then took a moment to think, his pale, nimble fingers tapping along the uneven surface of his wooden staff. Finally, he answered with, "if they're willing to have a little fun, that's even better." He grinned, humming softly in thought.

[funatsea-blog]

<3

[ephemeralkisses]

“One thing about being a nobody is that..I have no one to go to.”

[believed-innnnnnnn]

Jack happened to be walking past, and suddenly felt the need to respond to this girl. Whether or not it appeared weird, as he was a complete stranger to her, he never enjoyed seeing another being so negative. So, he paused and glanced over.

"That's no way to talk."

[i-will-ship-it-in-the-afterlife]

People often forget Jack’s contributions to gangsta rap. Ice ice baby indeed.

[hakunetsujizen-deactivated20130]

The first to send me "Be My Valentine" will be my Valentine on the 14th of February.

[withburningeyes-blog]

believed-in replied to your post: 

Read More

[believed-innnnnnnn]

[ ohai there. i think i love you already, ngl. you can sexually harass me any day love.

nice to meet you :3. i'm mish, a seventeen year old of le female species. ]

[believed-innnnnnnn]

february monthly headcanon: twelve.

12. do you think that you're a good kisser?

Very smug, Jack. Very smug indeed.

Such an intimate action was beyond him. People weren't that keen on getting too close to the snowy-haired male. He always possessed this bitter chill about him; literally. He was always cold. Cold hands. Cold face. Cold everything. He'd never really figured out why.

"Beats me. People don't call me Jack Frost for nothing. I'm not exactly... the warmest person in the world." He let a string of laughter cover up the minor hints of sadness that were beginning to form. "I might freeze the other person if I'm not careful!"

[believed-innnnnnnn]

february monthly headcanon: six to eleven.

6. what's your favourite love song?

"Ah man, that's a tough choice... Listening to love songs isn't really my thing." Jack laughed tentatively. ...Would you even call this a love song? he thought.

"I don't have a favourite, but I'm quite fond of The Black Keys. What was that song called..." A pause. "Lonely Boy! That was it. It's a good one. You should check it out."

7. who did you share your first kiss with?

An innocent smile.

"Now, that would be telling, don't you think?" He's never been kissed coughcough.

8. have you ever had your heart broken? & 9. how many series relationships have you had?

These queries certainly were proving to be a waste of his, aswell as the questioner's time. Jack wasn't the most interesting person to quiz on topics like this. He sighed.

"Never and none."

10. do you think that you should become friends with someone before dating them?

"Yeah, I guess. I mean, it would be less awkward, right?"

"I don't think you'd go around getting together with people you don't like or trust..."

11. would you get married more than twice?

"Uh..." Jack's brows furrowed in thought and he twirled his staff before shifting it to rest on his shoulders. "I wouldn't, personally. Everyone deserves second chances, but I think that's going a bit too far..."

[believed-innnnnnnn]

february monthly headcanon: one to five.

1. how many times can you honestly say you've been in love?

Jack glanced around and peered over his shoulder for a few seconds. Oh. So the question was being directed at him? Go figure. Love for his family didn't count this time round. He was honestly baffled with such an enquiry. 

"I can't say I've ever really been in love. It's not something I think about all the time. You'd think I would, really, what with being a hormonal teenager an' all, but I've honestly never thought about it. So I guess, the answer would be none."

2. do you believe that there's someone for everyone?

Ah, believing. That was something he could relate to.

"Sure." A small, content smile was present. "I don't see why there shouldn't be."

3. are you the romantic type?

Jack could only chuckle in response. He lazily leaned against his wooden staff that attempted to support his petite weight.

"Oh, yeah. Of course. Just look at all the chicks lining up right now." He answered in a heavily sarcastic, but amusing tone. His right hand flicked upwards and he bowed his head slightly, the gesture adding emphasis to his statement.

"I don't know, really. You tell me."

4. have you ever had a crush on one of your friends?

Had Jack ever had a crush on anyone was the real question. The snowy-haired male didn't really have many friends nowadays. He decided to keep this one short and simple. "Uhh..."

"... no."

5. would you give up everything for the person you love?

Jack blurted out the first thing that came to his head without giving it a second thought. "If that was what it took to make them happy, then I would do it, no doubt."

[pequena-desenhista]

É galerinha animada para estudar…

[soleil--noir-deactivated2013022]

иσ ℓσνє fσя тнє яαιи. || σρєи

Winter never was his most adored season—in fact, one might say he could hardly stand the frigid, bitter air and of course, the changes it made to the precipitation. Rain either got a whole lot colder or changed completely into snow which, usually, he didn’t mind as much as the rain itself—it was no secret that he hated the rain—but that didn’t mean he really enjoyed it that much. There would likely be no snow this year; however, the rain was bitter cold and it only served to dampen his mood further now that he was caught in it while making his way to the train station to return home to Newstark from Rosedale, where he’d been working at a family friend’s ranch for a little extra money. Initially, Ichigo had planned on walking the trail because he really had little issue with the crisp air itself; it was the rain that made him drop any thoughts of walking and head straight for the train station.

Luckily enough, he managed to reach the train station where he could shelter himself from the rain before he got too drenched in the blasphemous cold precipitation. After purchasing a ticket for the next train back to Newstark, he took a seat at one of the benches and resided himself to waiting impatiently for the train to arrive.

All he could do in the meantime was watch the sky darken and rain fall from the sky, seemingly endless. He hated the rain. Ichigo had held resentment towards the rain for as long as he could remember—since his mother died, that one dark, unnaturally cold summer night. It’d been raining then. He’d only been nine years old when he lost his mother and the memory was forever imprinted in his mind. In fact, he had frequent nightmares and they were always quite vivid, normally causing him to awake abruptly and it wasn’t all too uncommon for these nightmares to make him physically sick.

It was stressful, but he learned to deal with it. Somewhat, at least. He’d be glad when the rain finally ended—temporarily, though, as the rain always came back. 

[believed-innnnnnnn]

Jack didn't mind the rain. It wasn't as intriguing as snow, that was for sure, but at times it had its highlights. Though others wouldn't really agree with him at first. Sure, rain had connotations of sorrow, perhaps even something as disheartening as depression, but it also represented purity. Cleanliness. Life. It could wash away problems, cleanse the hearts of others, or, in simpler terms, just cleanse another altogether: whether it being literal or not.

What Jack did mind about the rain though was his belongings getting soaked. Particularly, the sole reason he had made his way to Rosedale anyway. A book from the library, its pages now drenched and tearing effortlessly, remained securely compressed against his chest, his arms folding over its hard cover and attempting to halt the ink from beginning to run. The winter spirit had an Art project to complete by tomorrow, and he had foolishly left it until the last minute. It was the story of every student's life. Jack had been inwardly kicking himself for a majority of the day for being so careless. There was no way he was going to magically produce a fantastic, A-graded essay on the history of sculpture within the time span of less than 24 hours. It was ludicrous.

And so, here he was, anxiously awaiting the next train back to Newstark with only a saturated book to keep him company. Jack supported himself on his wooden staff, fretfully glaring at the clock, as if by a strange twist of fate, time seemed to be going even slower than before.

Wait... did the minute hand just go backwards? You've gotta be kidding me!

Now Jack was certain he was going insane. He tapped his foot, and there was a minor temptation to go look for another citizen and ask what time the train would bother to arrive.