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@fearocious-blog
Srsly Jack it’s time for spring to have a turn >:\
I taught myself to not feel anything. And now I’ve healed, but I still haven’t found anything worth feeling.
how can I be alive when inside it feels like I’ve already died? // r.i.d
philophobia
(noun) a fear of love and falling in love.
Etymology: philo, meaning love and phobia meaning fear in Greek.
(via loketratan)
Nightmares (Closed RP with fearocious)
“That doesn’t seem very fair.” He sat up properly, his pillow supporting his back. “I’m sick due to your lack of visits, and you’re leaving me… again.” To him, there was nothing wrong with being selfish and guilt-tricking the fearling into staying. Not like it would actually work. Sighing, Hiccup closed his eyes.
“But just do what you want.”
"You’re sick because you decided to look for me in the snowy wasteland that was Berk last night,” If Hiccup was looking for pity, he was looking to the wrong spirit. Jack was more than certain he’d used it all up the night before. “Also, dunno if you remember, but you owe me a new cloak. Preferably one less snot covered. On second thought, not snot covered at all.”
Even for all his promises of departure, the fearling sunk down slightly in the chair, too exasperated and disinterested in traveling back to the lair.
New Fearling (Closed RP with fearocious)
The ride was more or less not first class, but durable enough. As they arrived to the lair, he pulled himself away from Jack and took in everything his eyes could view. But his attention drawn back to Jack.
“How exactly does one do that?“ Did he need to learn through observation or practise it? And what if he transported somewhere else by accident. “I thought this would be are bonding moment, even though we are spending years together.” He replied with fake sadness. He deserved it for his attempt at trying to appear like a wonderful master that he must obey. But he was an equal, sorta.
“Trial and Error?” He supplied helpfully, giving Hiccup the most complacent of shrugs. Jack was more or less going to let the new fearling fend for himself, especially after the comment, but he was better than that. Or he had to be. If word got to the Nightmare King that he was shirking off his duties (again), there’d be hell to pay.
“Consider this the first, of hopefully few, bonding moments. First, you need to have a clear visual in your head of where you want to end up. If your mind goes blank then you lose your ability to travel, so keep focused. Got it?”
“Awww you’re not fun at all,” He stuck his tongue out at the other then grinned, “You should smile more often you know, you’ll attract the ladies better,” He teased.
“Who said that I wanted to?” DJ cocked a brow, lips upturning in a wide smirk. If there was one thing he enjoyed without a doubt, it was Jackson trying to give him relationship advice. Especially now that he was completely hammered.
“One foot in front of the other, that’s right.”
where the fuck is my poor-as-fuck-roommates au? with two people moving in together because they’re both too freaking poor to afford an apartment on their own. with the two of them sleeping in the same bed at night because winters get fucking cold and their heat gets shut off on a regular basis. with the two of them showering together because it helps “save on the water bill”. with the two of them refusing to move out of that hole in the wall even when they can afford to because it’s not just a shitty, run down apartment - it’s home.
Nightmares (Closed RP with fearocious)
“Aside from giving me nightmares, does blocking out the sun come with the contract?” He muttered, once again an onto his back. He was feeling the consequences of being out in such freezing temperatures last night. A series of sneezes came and he groaned at how unpleasant it was.
“Unfortunately I've got little to no control over that,” He smirked, readjusting himself in the chair. There was the nagging question of whether he should stay or go now that Hiccup had woken unafraid and decently rested. Comfy as he’d gotten in the chair, he really couldn't stay. “I’ll be leaving, then. No more late nights in the cold while I’m gone.” Jack’s smile may have been too smug as he stood.
Jack Frost’s Nightmare
Do not worry Jack. I will not let you be alone ever again. Look, amongst the waving kelp your new friends will keep you company. I would suspect that Pitch would have a special Nightmare for Jack. (the image is rough but if i work on it anymore i fear i might throw it away)
“Excuse me darker me, I am merely human…but yes.”
“Let’s just get you home. Babysitting isn’t exactly how I want to spend the night.” He couldn’t help sighing, the signs of a smile upturning his lips.
part-phantom-hiyori:
“It’s okay to feel under the weather, Prince Grump.” She threw him an unamused look. “But please don’t project that onto me.”
“Project. . . what? I'm joking.” He couldn't help smirking as he took a step back to lean. “Wait— what is that behind you?”
(Hey Mr. Grumpy, mayor of Grumpyland and overall grumpy.)
“First of all, I’m the PRINCE of Grumpyland. Second, m’not grumpy… you’re grumpy.”
Julie Kagawa, The Eternity Cure
Nightmares (Closed RP with fearocious)
A smile tugged at his lips, oblivious to Jack’s inner turmoil becoming progressively worse. In the early hours of the morning, light started to peep through the closed ripped drapes which hung over his window.
Still tired, Hiccup groaned when the light hit his eyes. Rolling onto his side and scratching his scalp.
The night had never felt so long. Jack lay curled in the hard wooden chair, face buried in his arms to keep the light from disturbing him. His legs were drawn so tightly to his chest that he could feel his heart beat against his thighs. Only when he heard Hiccup shift did he lift his head, quirking a brow in silent greeting.
He never knew what to say in the morning.
Nightmares (Closed RP with fearocious)
As Jack had promised, his dreams were left untouched. No time during the night did his expression contort into fear, or did he scream out his dad’s name. He felt at peace, and not only because he was nightmare free. But Jack was beside him, and wasn’t going anywhere.
“Jack…” He muttered groggily in his sleep.
He’d taken to looking at anything in the room that wasn’t Hiccup; from the saddle hanging up in the far corner to the sketches and diagrams tacked to the wall. The fearling’s gaze snapped back to Hiccup at the murmur of his name, trying and failing to ignore the way his stomach flipped.
What in the nine circles of Hell was happening to him?