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Jack Frost from ROTG | loved by Frost

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Independent / doubles friendly / selective Jack Frost from ROTG

As written by Frost ❄️

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easiest way to plot with me is discord.

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esp since i’m on my main blog more. Just tell me who you are first. ofc plotting call is still active and if you prefer tumblr just know i’ll be slower getting to it since, again, on my main blog more. <3

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crazydazeymuses·:

“Wha–Ay!”

Jones shielded his face with an arm as more wind began to pick up, his membrane tuft rippling from the force, and when he looked back up, some snow/ice statues of many of the toons on the lot were before him. He blinks as he then sees one of himself. Cue a slight jaw drop in wonder. He comes over to get a better look.

A small crooked smile appears in spite of his bitterness from before. He then quirks a brow up and rubs under his goatee, smile spreading a bit into a smirk.

Smart move Jack, appealing to his ego.

“Hm. Well lookat that handsome hunk’a cell. Not bad! Y’even got my good side!”

The cell admires it and flexes muscles a bit, the goofball. The Warners grinned as the snow spirit came their way, and nodded excitedly at the offer of some snow-filled fun and war. Wakko, feeling mischeivous as he looks at Jones, throws a snowball towards him.

“Oh Ozzyyyy~!”

SPLAT!

Ozzy had turned his head when the kid called him, only to be met with a face full of frozen slush. It slid off his face, making him blink, white powder dusted on baby blue skin. Yakko and Dot laughed in amusement at this.

“…”

Now Ozzy would have gotten annoyed. He might have even stormed off because of his rotten day.

Instead…Something magical happened.

A sudden feeling came over the white blood cell the moment the snow had hit him, and little blue sparkles danced around his eyes. It filled him up with mischief and joy. He couldn’t explain it! His famous Cheshire Cat grin appeared immediately, as he chuckled happily and created his own snowball, leaping into the fray like an excited child.

“Oh-ho, you done done it now, Wakko! C’mere!”

It seems that his plan to get the cell to commit to the fun worked.  Jack then finds himself snickering as Ozzy seemed to admire his handiwork.  Good.  Now he just needed to livin things up with the snowball fight.  Clearly the warner bros are itching to get in on that as he saw a snowball come flying into the cell’s face.  Good one Wakko.  He’s really starting to feel the mood and well, it looks like his magic is working as the cell quickly seems to give in to the magic.  Great!  Now they can all have some real fun.  See?  Winter isn’t that bad after all.

❝   Nice one Wakko.   ❞    He claps as his legs dangle over the edge of his staff.  Thereby congratulating the animaniac on his aim and the fact that he happened to get Ozzy in the face.  Really, he expected the cell to have a more hostile reaction but even he can’t resist the magic of fun.  Meaning that a snowball fight was rapidly taking shape on the Warner Bros grounds.  Well, this was the best situation that Jack Frost could ever hope for.  This is sure to get even more people talking about him and soon he’ll be as believed in as santa claus himself.  While he’s not still holding a grudge about the fact that he’s not as believed in, a little more magic in the world wouldn’t hurt.

Plus, the more he’s talked about, the more people can actually see him and he won’t be as lonely.

Hopefully, his latent insecurities will also lessen a little more.

❝   Now then, who’s side should I take in this snowball fight?   ❞

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isolatedfeline·:

“Well it ain’t about social constructs. It’s about bein’ nice ya know. Comin’ up to someone and just tossin’ things at people ain’t nice. And I ain’t loud, I just—I dunno….I talk loud to make my point.” Kyo probably wasn’t fully aware of how loud he could truly be when he got passionate about something. Though his finger was still raised accusingly, pointed at the guardian spirit. “I just surprised Elsa would talk to someone like ya. She’s real regal and nice, and–and ya know, ya just not that exactly.”

❝   Wow you’re not very fun huh?  ❞    Jack replies as he allows his magic to levitate him, shifting to rest his wait upon his staff.    ❝   Do you also yell at the rain when it falls from the sky?  Do you you curse at the storm clouds when they roll in from the west?  Kid you have a lot to learn.   ❞   An eyebrow is raised at the mention fo Elsa, a name he has heard before whispered on the northern winds.   ❝   I’m about fun   -----   not regal and royalty.  If you want that kind of talk then you’re barkin up the wrong tree and yappin at the wrong mail man.   ❞

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hello, yes it’s been a while and I’m debating on moving Jack to my multi or keeping his blog separate from my multi like I have with elsa. On one hand, I have the convenience of a multi...

on the other hand.... multis are hard to run and jack already gets little attention as is... Thoughts? I kinda...don’t wanna move him to my multi bc i already also have that multi on low activity and like... i like his space?

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jack bugged me so he could make sparkly eyes at els. now i crawl back into my hole.... hahaha unless...?

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spiritheart·:

                 delicately  plucked  brows  raise  ,  painted  lips  puckering  into  an   ‘ o ‘   as  she  listens  to  him  speak  .                      ❛     i  …  i  understand  that  .    ❜              elsa  is  surprised  at  how  much  she  can  relate  to  the  guardian  ,  considering  how  very  different  their  situations  are  .  of  course  their  are  similarities  ,  the  least  of  them  being  that  she  is  a  spirit  now  -  but  she  CHOSE  this  life  .  she  chose  to  distance  herself  from  the  life  she  built  back  in  arendelle  ,  was  able  to  recognise  that  she  was  born  to  be  a  spirit  .  jack  …  was  never  even  given  the  option  .

                  ❛     when  i  think  about  my  life  in  arendelle  …  i don’t  even  recognise  the  person  i  used  to  be  .  i  was  so  consumed  with  fear  …     ❜        she  pauses  ,  hands  coming  to  her  sides  ,  widening  as  she  takes  a  moment  to  appreciate  the  forest  around  them  .  it  is  so  beautiful  here  ;  elsa  doesn’t  think  she  will  ever  stop  appreciating  it  .             ❛     but  out  here  ,  i’m  free  .     ❜

     ❝   Consumed by fear? Ah - to have grown up in fear of your powers... I heard.   ❞    Whereas he had been born in an instant and stripped of his memories. The person he was, that human life? Gone. Jack turns his gaze away from her for a singular moment to stare at the moon above them. The moon always seemed to mock him, but perhaps that was not so. Perhaps it had been his own doubts that mocked him. His fun, easy-going persona was simply a ploy to cover up the insecurities. And despite their backgrounds, he knows there in lies a kindred spirit within her. And, it was about more than their shared elemental natures.

     The enchanted forest spreads out below them. From across the rolling ways of the Dark Sea, there in lies Ahtohallan who had chose Elsa. She in return, had chosen her life. Would Jack had done the same? He can’t say that he would. From there, his gaze turns back towards Elsa who’s singular visage is the picture of what a spirit should be. Regal. Royal. Graceful. Serene. For a moment the word ‘beautiful’ sits on the tip of his tongue, but rather than speak his mind, he tilts his head to the side. Seemingly, a single thought that was on the verge of his lips dissipates with the fleeting snowflakes around him.

          ❝   You are everything a spirit should be. I can’t say the same for myself. Soemtimes, I think I’m not cut out for the guardians.   ❞

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Also it’s pride month now and since I made a pride icon for Elsa I gotta make one for Jack displaying his pansexuality. ✌️ If I do nothing else today for him I should at least make him a pride icon.

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Sometimes I remember I have a prince Hans of the southern isles rp blog. One day his muse will return from the war…. One day….

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isolatedfeline·:

“Aye why is a snowball some kinda gift? Ya know I know somebody who else controls snow and ice and they don’t throw stuff at me.” He attempts to dodge the snowball much to his disappointment, it hits him square in the chest. Leaving behind a wet splatter of residue on his undershirt he wears for school. “Oh that’s great. Now I look like I was attacked by a snowman.” He sighs to himself. “Besides I ain’t some little kid. How in the hell a snowball supposed to cheer me up? besides ain’t like I can throw one back at ya anyways. Ya playin’ unfair ya know.” 

      ❝ Wow, can you get any louder? ❞     Sheer amazement colors his features. Jack finds that he is almost at a loss for words. Except, he is never at a loss for words. Eventually, his composure is regained. If only to laugh at the absurdity of this moment.   ❝ Are you referring to Elsa? Well, of course she wouldn’t throw a snowball at you. She’s a literal queen. I’m not from a monarchy. I don’t have to abide by the social constructs. ❞

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damn suddenly getting hit with Jelsa hours out of the blue.... like....what if i wrote up headcanons....for them....

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earthssprout·:

Ari’s mother told her that the wind spirit would dancetonight, which meant that there would be plenty of beautifulleaves to be gathered in the morning! The child patiently waitedfor Gale to gently knock the loose leaves off their branches, andthe very next day, Ari headed out with her wicker basket and critter friends tocollect the COLORFUL foliage from the ground. RED, YELLOW, and ORANGE—there were lots ofcolors to find! Little hands would carefully gather the leaves, acheerful smile maintained as she wonders if her mother would like these.Were they a gift that was SPECIAL enough for her mother? Wouldthey look pretty somewhere around their home? Ariwas hoping they would be like FLOWERS, for those always made a greatgift. Well … they were the closest thing to flowers for now!

Her focus is maintained on the ground, insearch for the PRETTIEST leaves that weren’t cracked or crumbled—but an UNFAMILIARvoice immediately draws her attention to the source. Innocent emerald hueslift, noticing the man with pale skin and WHITE hair. Althoughhe looks awfully similar to SOMEONE … Ari does not knowhim. She blinks, pulling the leaves close to her person andgiving a small shuffle away from the person. Why was a strangerout in the woods?

“ mmm … my mommy is at home … ” Ari explainswith a nervous shake to her tone; to his first question, though,she shows him the small bundle of leaves she has managed to gather so far,holding them out to the stranger as if she were to offer them tohim. “—I’m f – finding nnn … nice leaves for my mommy, ‘cuz my mommy isv – very nice … and there are no nice flll … flo … flowers forher now … but the lll … leaves are v – very nice, too … ”

“ who is m – mister … ? ”

     He is patient with her as he approached. He finds that she shuffles away from him - but she can see him and that’s better than anything else. She can talk to him. Perhaps, it has something to do with this forest. magic flows here. Strong magic. Jack finds himself interested in the forest, in the fact that there were spirits who danced around the forest, freely displaying their magic and interacting with the land.

     ❝ At home? Why are you out alone? ❞   Perhaps that very same mother is one of the spirits. He’d heard tales of a fifth spirit within these woods, newly born to provide balance. He’d also caught wind of the fact that she was human once - like him. That alone caught his interest. But,  he does not mean to make this child scared. He allows the wind to pick him up allowing him to float in the air.  ❝ My name is Jack Frost. ❞

     If she can see him, then she believes. If she can hear him, then she believes. That is more than enough to put him at easy as his arms drape over his staff.  ❝ I am a guardian. I travel the world and I simply want to have fun. When I come, I usually bring winter with me... Hey, what do you say to a snow day? ❞

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spiritheart·:

                  she  wanders  with  her  hands  entwined  before  her  ,  fingers  enlaced  with  fingers  enlaced  with  thumbs  .  she  feels  guilty  ,  somehow  ,  that  she  is  blessed  with  both  worlds  ,  both  lives  ,  while  he  is  destined  to  remain  unseen  .           ❛      i  do  miss  my  old  life  ,  sometimes  .    ❜          it  feels  strange  to  admit  that  to  someone  .  it  is  not  as  though  elsa  dislikes  her  life  as  the  fifth  spirit  ,  nor  would  she  exchange  it  for  the  life  she  had  before  ;  her  place  is  here  .  but  there  are  certainly  downsides  to  living  in  the  enchanted  forest  .            ❛       but  i  wouldn’t  go  back  .     ❜          she  turns  her  head  to  look  at  him  ,  almost  hesitantly  ;  could  she  be  overstepping  ?         ❛     would  you  ?     ❜          

        ❝   I have my memories, but that life feels alien to me.   ❞     He sometimes wonders if he feels resentment. Does knowing his past and family make things better? Easier? No. He found what he stands for, and he brings children fun. But, he wished he could interact with them without the condition of needing to be believed in. There is envy, even a tinge of jealousy that he finds worms its way inside. But, he squashed that feeling because it was not fair. He should not let his own feelings color his judgement. Just as he’d been envious of the other guardians, they had stories and songs written about them.

      He thinks that nothing stops him from doing the same and making his presence known. However, his attention is turned to her question. He’s silent as he leans heavily on his staff, arms wrapped around it in thought.    ❝   No. I don’t think I would. I can’t go back to a life that I never knew about until recently. They might be my memories, but, that Jack is a different person and I am me.   ❞

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     ❝    The cold never bothered me annnwwaayyy~    ❞