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have you ever been in one of those moods where you just want to grab everything and rip it from the walls and break everything because you feel broken and you want to scream and kick and cry because nothing feels right and it’s all wrong and you don’t feel right and i don’t know anymore.
19 E.Aster Bunnymund GIF ICONS
as requested by i-am-the-easter-bunny-m8
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angst sentence starters yay
i have used my satan powers to make another one of these, angst list 2.0
"You're not welcome here anymore."
"Could you tell the truth for once?"
"Don't touch me!"
"I've always hated you."
"Don't go where I can't follow."
"N-no... anything b-but that... p-please..."
"You sicken me."
"Why should I believe you?"
"You're a monster!"
"If you beg I might have mercy on you."
"I will kill you slowly and laugh as I watch the light leave your eyes."
"I thought you loved me."
"Why should I care about you?"
"Get away from me!"
"I have three months to live."
"I don't need your pity."
"No... No! NO! STOP!"
"I will cut you to pieces bit by bit until there's nothing left."
"Go ahead and cry, see if I care."
"I'm dying."
"You have two months to live."
"You don't love me."
"Don't think you can escape me."
"The buyers will go crazy over you."
"I will kill your family and make you watch."
"How could anyone love a monster like me?"
"Are you drunk again?"
"Don't shoot!"
"What am I living for anymore?"
"I can't... not anymore..."
"Pick a god and pray."
"Don't bother screaming, no one can hear you."
"I will do anything for you."
"You killed my family."
"It's all your fault."
"Disgusting."
"Don't forget that I own you."
"I can't breathe."
"You've been crying haven't you?"
"Who could ever love a monster like you?"
"I will bring you unimaginable pain until death comes as a blessing."
"Let's see... boiling water or red hot iron next..."
"Why didn't you tell me about this?"
A young woman, about 18, smiles up at the rabbit. "I've always dreamed of meeting you!" She murmured softly. Her eyes seemed to glow with awe and wonder and added to her beauty. "Easter always gave me hope after the massacre."
"I... I what?"Aster slowly backed away from the woman, visibly perturbed by her choice of words."Well... Uh. Good for you then. I'll just be going then."
The child stares up at the 6'1" rabbit, observing its tattoos. And stares. And stares. "Fucking furries," he eventually mutters, walking away.
"Hey! Mind your language you bloody asshole!"
THe brunette stood in shock as she looked up at the giant bunny. "....B-Bunny...?"
"Look mate, I dunno who ya think I am, but I don’t know who yeh are nor would I like to. I got me hands full with my own company."With a flourish of his hands he pulled out one of the eggs he’d been working on before he had gotten interrupted by the stranger.
"I got eggs to paint."
[[tbh ive literally watched rotg once and I haven't even read the books goddamn I'm the worst aster rper ever I have no idea wat im doin]
A little girl.
Jack can’t help the strangled sound he makes, a hand flying over his mouth. A little girl, from the 1700s, always chasing Bunny — it had to be her. It had to be. He’s shaking, and belatedly he realises that he’s crying. He wipes at his face, but it’s futile. The tears keep coming, and he’s not sure if it’s happiness or sadness. Part of it is pride, he knows, because his sister has stuck in Bunny’s memory for so long. He thinks of how excited she’d be, and his heart breaks.
'She loved you.' he says, voice thick. 'Easter was her favourite holiday; she'd drag me out of bed the second she woke up. We'd be the first kids in the village to get to the woods. She just — she was so excited, y'know? She just wanted to see the Easter Bunny. I could never say no. Sometimes we'd stay out past nightfall. Mum would get so mad…'
The memories are too much, and he trails off, burying his face in his hands. Jack has seen many things in the last three hundred years; he’s seen the birth of countries, the triumph of people; the introduction of technologies; the happiness of children on snow days. But nothing has ever equated to the simple, overwhelming happiness of his sister’s hand in his, and her excited chatter as they walked home with baskets full of easter eggs.
He wipes at his face again, sleeve damp. Talking about her is painful, but strangely cathartic. Perhaps it’s because Bunny understands, somewhat — understands the love for those few believers that are a cut above the rest.
'I used to try and find you, too, to say thanks. I never caught you, but, I'm glad she was close.' he sniffs, trying to calm himself down. The tears have slowed down, at least. He wipes his face again for good measure. 'I'm glad you remember her. It doesn't matter anymore, but, if she knew, she'd be so happy.' He tries to smile up at Bunny, but realises that he must look pathetic, so he looks back out at the lake. Jack wonders what Bunny would think, if he knew the truth. 'Thanks. She — you meant a lot to her. Easter meant a lot to her. Thank you for remembering.'
Aster's never been good with tears. They incite a feeling within him that he could only describe as complete and utter helplessness. On Easter mornings, he's had to witness excited children running just a little too fast, tripping over their feet and falling hard on stray rocks. The tears start then and he can only watch from the bushes as they wail and cry for their parents but he wishes he could find some way to comfort them from afar. He tries to leave them extra eggs, sneaking his spares into corners he knew they'd visit again. The smile on their faces when they discover his presents makes the extra effort worth it. But extra eggs won't help him here.
'She loved you.' Jack is crying, and Aster can barely understand him through the tears but it's obvious that he's struck something deep within him. As he continues, Aster learns of the girl who meant so much to him, who's obviously long gone now. Humans don't live for three hundred years. They can barely manage fifty... Jack looks away from him after his outburst, and Aster understands that he probably is embarrassed. His hand slides down as Jack turns away and he looks at him thoughtfully. Jack doesn't usually share so much with him, not that he's complaining. Although it isn't exactly the best time to say it, he's happy that he was right about Jack. It's nice to see that there's more to Jack then just the jokes and the pranks and the general banter they share. But Aster slides that thought aside as he moves his hand back to Jack's shoulder. "Frostbite.. I, I don't know what to tell yah. 'Cept yah shouldn't be thankin' me. I should be the one thanking her. Kids.. Kids like her, they make it all worth it ya know? There's nothin' better to a Guardian then knowin' ya had some sort of an impact on some kids life. Cause trust me, Frosty. They always have an impact on ours." Aster hesitates for a second, before awkwardly putting his arm around Jack in a comforting(he hoped) side hug. "Seems like she touched your heart too, Frosty... She must've been one special kid. Didja know her then... Before? You can tell me Frostbite, ya know I won't laugh at yah for carin' about someone' like that. I know you like jokes, Jack, but yah don't have to laugh everything off" Aster bit his tongue after that, wondering if he'd overstepped boundaries. But he was never a fan of not being direct with people. It'd caused him his fair share of headaches though. Perhaps this would turn out worse than a headache though. But Aster was sick of sitting on the sidelines while he watched someone cry. He didn't want to feel useless anymore...
The paw on his shoulder is warm and comforting; a reminder that he’s not alone anymore. Any other time, he’d be grateful; perhaps he’d be fighting off a blush — it is Bunny, after all — or some other ridiculous reaction. But this time, he can only manage a wan smile, unable to find the energy for anything more.
He notices Bunny’s eyes stray to the figure that was just on the lake. For a moment, he is afraid that Bunny will ask about it. But, instead, Jack finds his question answered.
'Yeah, I lived here.' he answers with a bitter smile. He'd found eggs, of course. Bunny, he's sure, is picturing Jack Frost the spirit, egg-hunting alongside the human children. Jack, however, is remembering his sister's excited shouts echoing through the woods. He is remembering how, at the end of the day, she'd reverently lay the prettiest eggs on the shelf of their shared bedroom, looking at them with awe. He remembers her excited voice — 'I saw him! I really did! There was something in the bushes — it had to be him!’ — and how she didn’t care that their parents would chuckle fondly, obviously not believing her. It never mattered; because Jack always believed her.
He wonders what happened to the eggs.
He wonders if Bunny will paint eggs upon request.
'Around that time, did you…' Jack clears his throat nervously, wondering if he should ask. What if Bunny questions Jack's motives? He's not sure if he's ready to explain himself yet. But he needs to know. 'Did you ever hang around long enough to see any of the kids?'
There is a slight pause, before Jack huffs out a chuckle. He’s the Easter Bunny — seven continents in a few hours, yadda, yadda… why would he have stayed to see some poor children in a small village?
'Stupid question.' Jack shakes his head, but can't find it in himself to act any more cheerful. 'So — show me these eggs, honeybun.’
He smiles at Aster, and although it is obviously sincere, Aster can still see the pain behind his dimmed blue eyes. Although he and Jack never usually see eye to eye, he can't say he doesn't care deeply for the boy and seeing him like this is unnerving. Jack's childish and mischievous nature can get a little on the pooka's nerves sometimes, but it is a constant in his life and something that Aster has found himself depending on in times of crisis. And yet, it's not as constant as he thought as he looks down at Jack, who's returned his attention to the eggs. He murmurs a question, the nervousness permeating his voice, and although he tries to quickly dismiss it, Aster won't let him get away with it so easily. "What are yah kiddin', Frostbite? S'not stupid. 'Course I stuck around a bit; wanted tah see the look on those little ankle-biter's faces once they got a load of my prize googies." Aster smiles, his thoughts returning to the times he spent in Burgess, hiding eggs in trees, bushes and underneath piles of snow for the children of the town to find. Their screams of delight filled the air and because he kept himself well-hidden he was always able to see the looks of utter happiness that graced each of their features once they discovered their prize eggs. "There weren't many believers back in Burgess when I visited, not that that ever stopped me ya know? I was determined to spread Easter cheer wherever I could, even if a few ankle-biters didn't seem to think I was all that." Aster grimaced slightly, thinking back to the times he had been spotted once or twice, the children never seeming to register his existence. They thought that their parents were responsible for the eggs that were laid out each Easter morning and although he grumbled at the thought, he understood why they would think such a thing... Yet there were always exceptions. One in particular, seemed to come to the front of his mind, her likeness reminding him of someone he'd seen... "Actually, yah kinda reminded me of one of my well favourites ya know? Every Guardian has a few, ya know? It's not just you and Jamie. Take North for example, he's absolutely smitten with these pair of Russian twins but between you and me I'm really sure the bugger's just in love with their cookie recipe. And well for me.. There's been a few, and well they're long gone now but I still remember'em from time tah time. One was right here in Burgess. A little girl. She was an excitable little bugger, always chasing after me tail, she never caught me though. Kinda wish she had, to be perfectly honest..." Maybe than she wouldn't have forgotten about me, Aster wanted to say but he held his tongue. He wouldn't burden Jack with that. Save that deep and meaningful session for later. Later being never. She had never seen him up close but each time he graced the village of Burgess with his presence, he'd noticed her eyes following his movements in the trees and bushes. He wondered about showing himself to her once or twice but those were the days of old, when Guardians did their jobs and they did them well-hidden. Interaction with children wasn't exactly on their lists of things to do. Yet one day when he visited that village yet again, he noticed her absence almost immediately. Thinking the worst, he had returned home heartbroken. It was silly really. It was only one child. But she believed in him. And the loss of a believer was more than he could bear in those days. He had already lost so much. He almost considered leaving Burgess out that next year but he couldn't bear the thought of causing the children any sadness and so he continued. And each year he searched fervently for her but she had stopped coming to the lake, and had stopped searching for him. And so eventually he filed her away in his memory, until Jack brought her back. "Why'd yah ask, Frosty? Didja know someone back here? A sweetheart or somethin'? 'Ey?"
Bunny’s unusually cheerful voice comes as a surprise; usually, Jack seeks him out, not the other way around. Any other time, the kangaroo’s exuberance would be appreciated — their snark-fests have always been a source of great amusement.
This time, though, he can barely force a smile onto his face. The girl on the lake skates for a bit more, before he can’t bear to look any longer. He waves his hand, and she collapses back into a pile of snow, out in the middle of the pond. The wind takes it away soon after, and he lowers his eyes.
Still quiet, he takes an egg from the bag, turning it around in his hand. It’s covered in swirling patterns of purple and yellow; it’s obvious that Bunny has truly outdone himself this time around. But all he can remember is hunting for eggs with her in these woods a lifetime ago; finding eggs and dropping them in her basket, keeping a keen eye out for the Easter Bunny. To thank him; because Easter Sunday is her favourite day, and he loves to see her so happy.
'Hey, Bunny,' Jack asks suddenly, 'Did you ever leave eggs in these parts in, around, uh, the early 1700s?'
Aster's unaccustomed to this unusually quiet Jack, and he's sincerely confused the his lack of rambunctious antics currently being expressed by the boy. Jack's usually the one bouncing off the walls, eager to share the glee he's gained as a result of the mischievous mishaps he's gotten up while Aster solemnly shakes his head and reminds him of his responsibilities as a Guardian. But today was a different day and their personalities seemed to have switched for the moment. Aster's smile slipped away when he realised the importance of the frozen girl he'd seen mere seconds before, but failed to pay any real attention to. He cursed himself for his stupidity, wondering how, even after five hundred years, he still hadn't learned to pay attention to the feelings of the people he cared about. He surveyed the quiet boy with a careful expression, wondering whether or not Jack wanted to share his thoughts. He didn't wait very long. After a few painful moments of watching Jack look down at the easter egg with an expression he could only describe as being of intense longing, Jack finally looked back up at him. "Yeah, well o'course, Frostbite. Yah don't think I was born yesterday do yah? I've been leaving eggs around these parts for centuries! Yeh probably may have found some yerself back when you lived here... You did live here, right? Why'd yah ask, Frostbite? What's on yer mind?" Aster's hand remained on Jack's shoulder, the light punch fading into a comforting(he hoped) pat on the shoulder. He was never good at this sort of thing but it hurt his heart to see such pain on the usually cheerful boy's face.
OH GOD NEVER LET ME USE THE LIQUIFY TOOL WHEN IM BORED
'im going in dry'
'I SAID DRY DAMMIT!'
It’s been a bad day; the kind where memories of his sister weigh heavy in his mind, until he can do nothing but conjure a silhouette of his sister out of ice and snow. He sits at the edge of the pond, watching her skate, pretending he can’t hear her voice in his mind. (the worst part is that he can’t remember her name) He hears footsteps, but does not turn around.
"Hey Frostbite! There you are, I've been lookin' fir yeh everywhere! Look at these beauties! I've been reworking my technique for next Easter." Aster grinned, proud of his hard work as he thrusted the bag triumphantly in the air, completely misreading the situation. The lack of reaction from his friend helped him realise that it wasn't the time to be showing off his latest conquest. He slowly lowered the bag before hopping over to Jack. "Hey... Y'okay there, Frostbite? Yah ain't causing chaos like yeh usually are, it's a tad alarming.. Oh wait. I got it! You're just planning something big so yeh're playin' all innocent right now and pullin' my leg." Aster chuckled before lightly tapping Jack's arm, "C'mon now. Tell me what yeh got planned. I'll even help yah out if it suits my fancy."
'Because I'd look good. Duh.'
'Don't say such things about anime! It's glorious! You should marathon it with us sometime. And Frankenstein doesn't have a midget. Don’t you read?’
"Of course I read. I read a lot. The Burrow's a nice place to do it. Just cause I'm Australian doesn't mean I'm illiterate. It was a joke, Jack. You should know one when you hear it, ye're good at them after all."
"Anime sounds ridiculous. Flowery weird poofy scenes. Unrequited love stories turnin' into ridiculous comedy runs. And those gory ones you watch ick. M'not surprised it's your cup of tea though."
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with Liui Aquino as Jack frost! We cosplayed this on the month of december ( last year? or was it last 2 years ago? hehe ) #cosplay #cosplayers #rotg #riseoftheguardians #jackfrost #toothania #toothfairy #dreamworks by g_a_b_y__o_r_t_e_g_a http://ift.tt/1jpvSuZ
I have wanted to make an animated illustration since, about, a million years ago.
Hey, wow, this is my 7,777th post.
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Done in Manga Studio 5 & Photoshop CS3
Took so many hours.
'Eugh, no. Don't tell me about your bits. I don't want to know. Plus, Frankenstein's monster has to be tall. In case you haven't noticed, you fit that criteria.'
'Sailor Scout Frankenstein would be pretty cool…'
"Wanna tell me where ya got this newfound obsession with gettin' dressed up like a sheila?"
"It's all that anime you've been watching at that kids place ain't it? I knew that stuff was gonna be bad for your brain. And as for the costume, why not be Frankenstein's little midget then?"
