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[[ Hoooolyyyyy shit, guys. I'm not even going to go into the hot mess that my life has been since I.last posted. Dear lord. In any case. I feel bad for leaving you all hanging for such a long time. I think about this blog almost every day and maybe tomorrow I can slot some time in to catch up with everyone. I'm sorry for being the worst mun ever, hope you can forgive me. ]]
[[ AAAAAAHHHHHH HELLO FRIENDS I HAVE RETURNED. So up until today I have not been able to do anything at all from this account and I still don't know why?? I'd try to do stuff and it would just refresh my dash and it was the weirdest thing and I'm so so sorry for just disappearing. I will be returning to the regularly scheduled program soon.
Though maybe with a bit less intensity, I have an awful lot goin' down this month but I will at least be here so.
I'm sorry. ono ]]
Jack Frost, The Nightmare Prince
Ah, finished this at last. Playing dressup- some princely clothes for Nightmare Jack~
[[Reblogged from my main c: Thisss is why I've been MIA, oops.]]
âHey, hey, donât get so touchy,â Jack muttered, taking a step back. He didnât like that hair of hers, nor was he particularly fond of anything that resembled fire. He looked over the other spirit with his own little expression of ruffled irritation, a cool blast of air whirling around himself and Merida.
âGuess thatâs interesting. And thatâs all you do?â the boy rolled his eyes a little, a blatant expression of his unimpressed disinterest.
Her hair, it seemed, was completely unaffected by the wind he offered, and she smirked. ââOw âboutâŚâ And she was gone, her voice coming from behind his shoulder although there was no one there to provide it, âthis?â Her voice was a lilting, teasing sing-song, and she reappeared in front of him, hands on her bare hips as she eyed him with the same disinterest heâd been gracing her with. ââOwâs thaâ, pretty boy?â
Jack gave a slight half turn, looking over his shoulder to seeâŚ. nothing at all. He whirled back around in time to see Merida reappear, a little smile growing on his face.
âAlright, so you can do basically the same stuff as any other ghost, big deal.â He shrugged, certain that would irritate her further. He didnât see much gain is harming her, but harassing her was entirely different. He was curious to see if this spirit was as hotheaded as her wild hair suggested.
Meridaâs eyes widened with a swirling mixture of hurt and rage, the glow of the white dimming and then brightening brilliants. Her response to the hurt was more anger, and she let out a growl and appeared in front of him, too angry to realize what a terrible idea that was.Â
âAhâm not a ghost,â she hissed, hair only flaming brighter.
Jack laughed at her angry outburst, casual as ever. He grinned with those sharp teeth, infuriatingly smug. "You sure about that? You look pretty ghostly," the last word game with a heavily exhaled sigh, which morphed into a gust of bitter cold as it left his lips. He was nearly temped to reach out and touch her, to see if she actually radiated heat. But he rationalized against it, not particularly seeking a burn.
"You seem pretty defensive about it. I mean, there's nothing wrong with ghosts. But they're a little simple."
thewarlockandtherunaway started following you
vivantauprintemps started following you
âEugh, people just crawling out of the woodwork, what the hell is this about. What do you lot want?â
âWell, maybe I was just walking through and I just happened to have had the misfortune of crossing your path. Perhaps I donât want anything from you, that so hard to believe, hm?â
"Hah, that would be unfortunate. But that leaves the question of why you'd be walking around out here," The boy spread his arms a bit, motioning to the icy landscape around the two. He was a bit amused by the fiery reply, though only because it presented the opportunity to harass another passerby.
thewarlockandtherunaway started following you
vivantauprintemps started following you
âEugh, people just crawling out of the woodwork, what the hell is this about. What do you lot want?â
Pellinore looked at the spirit boy with an amused smirk on his face. âMy, my.â he said. âI thought that when I met Jack Frost heâd be a lot lessâŚasshat-y.â
Rachelâs eyes widened at the warlockâs remark. She elbowed his side and hissed, âPellinore! Be nice!â She looked back over to the boy. She spoke in a soft, nervous tone. âWeâre lost.â
Jack looked over the pair, one corner of his mouth pulling down in a lopsided frown as the man spoke. He was less bothered by the comment than the fact that there was apparently no need for a show off-y self introduction. He knew that he was less than pleasant, the observation was nothing new. The woman, however, was more interesting. Timid, maybe a weak point in the pair.
"Well that's pretty obvious. No one just wanders out here for the hell of it," He shrugged and looked them both over, and folded his arms over his thin chest. "Who are you, anyway?"
[[ Whoops so all of my attempts at having a nice new years eve with my family have failed miserably, looks like I'll be getting to replies sooner than I thought. I'll be chipping at them between cleaning my desk and redying my hair. Hope all of you are having a lovely evening/whatever depending on your time zone.]]
thewarlockandtherunaway started following you
vivantauprintemps started following you
"Eugh, people just crawling out of the woodwork, what the hell is this about. What do you lot want?"
just-jamie started following you
"You. What do you want? You're a bit old to be seeking me out. Or maybe that's it- just cuz you grew up don't think you can't still get nightmares."
[[ kay bedtime. niiight. Also you should probably like if I owe because I had a system going and then tumblr destroyed it so. ]]
âAw, nothing too interesting, then?â The boy huffed a little, teasingly disappointed. Heâd been spoiled with bizarre stories from all sorts of different cultures, lore that was so close to reality was boring.
âUh. Whatâs a Nephilim? Gonna take a shot in the dark and guess not human?â Jack looked over the man, his face taking on the expression of a skeptic.
[[Aha, wow I hope that isnât totally dumb, I have noooo idea what fandom youâre from so Iâm just kinda BSinâ it. But your faceclaim looked pretty human so Iâm running with that.]]
âYou would be partially correct, my fairy tale friend.â He smiled. It was always fun to tell the stories he grew up learning and believing about his kind. They were the ones who always ended up not believing him. âWeâre half angel, half human. Demon hunters. The protectors of mankind. Whatever youâd like to call us.â
((Itâs okay! It wasnât dumb at all. Not a lot of people are familiar with The Mortal Instruments, so itâs okay :) ))
âProtectors? Well thatâs dull,â boyish disappointment was clear on his face. Heâd been hoping for something a bit more⌠in touch with the dark, more or less. But an angel⌠that was nothing he had been yearning to run into. Not at all. Especially one that hunted dark things.
Jack wondered, perhaps a little absently, if he could be considered a demon. âSo you pretty much put a whole bunch of effort into humans, who in turn donât actually care at all?â He sighed, quiet. Just like the Guardians. They were probably pals or something.
Max was amused. âThis is the very first time I have gotten that kind of reaction from someone.â He grinned. It was kind of refreshing to meet someone who wasnât in the slightest interested in his race for what they do or what they are: Razielâs children. Godâs children.
âHumans care when they know whatâs going on, but they donât know whatâs going on. SoâŚyeah. We fight the things in the dark, so they can live in the light.â Max shrugged. âIt is Shadowhunter mandate. We even fight when weâre dead. It never stops.â
"Well, I'm pretty unusual," Jack shrugged, arrogant and boyish as ever. Of course the man hadn't, he was talking to a child who had chosen to walk a very dark path indeed- a young spirit who was brash and expectant and a little bit unstable. Not to mention deeply entwined in the nightmares of children.
"That's not that big a of a deal, I'm dead and you don't see me laying around," he shrugged. "All that for humans though? Seems like a waste. Why even bother?" He paused a moment, thinking. "What do you actually fight, anyway?"
evilsweetking started following you
âAnother one? âN who are you? You look a little out of place.â
âI hope for your thake that that was not intended to be a inthult!â
Glares at the spirit. âIâm King Candy, nithe to meet youâ He threw candy at him.
It was all Jack could do to not snort at the Kingâs lisp.
âI dunno, you seem pretty insulted, so⌠sure,â The boy quickly ducked out of the way of the candy-turned-projectile with a little frown. âNice, right. âM Jack Frost.â
âJack Frotht? Not a bad name.. not the betht either. Thoo you are a thpirit?â
âItâs pretty far up there, as far as best names go,â He folded his arms, looking over this odd king. âYeah. The spirit of winter, actually. Iâm pretty important.â
âOh. Well not in gameth it theemth. Our winter is programmed..â
"What? Of course not in games. I actually cause cold and ice, seriously. It isn't a game." The spirit, naturally, had not immediately thought of video games. Or the notion that he was talking to an entity right out of a video game.
No...
No Light, No Light in Your Bright Blue Eyes: prancingspring: No Light, No Light in Your Bright Blue Eyes:âŚ
No Light, No Light in Your Bright Blue Eyes: prancingspring: No Light, No Light in Your Bright Blue Eyes:âŚ
No Light, No Light in Your Bright Blue Eyes: prancingspring: No Light, No Light in Your Bright Blue Eyes:...
Taking his hand, she felt the fearling slither across her arm, and shivered as it imbibed itself into her skin. With a gasp, she held tight to Jack's hand, tears pricking at her eyes. "Don't let go, Jack. Please don't let go. I'm scared." Arasinya felt her heart thump under her clothing, shivering as the cold enveloped her.
They swallowed her whole, the glittering, black nightmare creatures that enveloped her body and soul. And, for just a moment, she regretted her decision, but it was for the best. People would see her. She would be seen. And she would be near Jack, the person she'd so long wanted to keep safe.
Honey-gold eyes opened anew, to olive skin sparkling with black bracelets and black clothing. The flowers in her hair had withered, and she flushed darkly, unsure of how to react to her new body. There was something strange though-instead of four hooves, she felt two. Humanesque-legs wiggled in the snow, delicate knees with just a hint of black fur that led into deer hooves. A black tail followed behind her, wiggling enthusiastically as she looked to Jack.
"What...what do you think?"
Jack watched, wide-eyed as the change took place. He didn't let go of her hand, though he was fairly certain he wouldn't have been able to had he tried. Her hand in his, that was providing the link for the dark to travel across. That grip was the seal for her corruption, and their fingers were fused together for the duration.
It was not what he had been expecting. Though, he wasn't really sure what he had been expecting. He had never watched someone change like this before, especially as such close range. He'd felt it... but never seen it. And he'd assumed (falsely) it had looked a lot worse than it really did.
A jagged grin took over the shock, however, when Arasinya stepped out from the cloud of black (which then dissipated into the air around them). He pulled his hand out from hers and took a couple steps back in order to look her over.
"You look great," he gave a nod, approval, "You look like you aren't fading anymore. But, more importantly... how do you feel?" He glanced back up at her expectantly, excitement buzzing just below his casual demeanor.
evilsweetking started following you
âAnother one? âN who are you? You look a little out of place.â
âI hope for your thake that that was not intended to be a inthult!â
Glares at the spirit. âIâm King Candy, nithe to meet youâ He threw candy at him.
It was all Jack could do to not snort at the Kingâs lisp.
âI dunno, you seem pretty insulted, so⌠sure,â The boy quickly ducked out of the way of the candy-turned-projectile with a little frown. âNice, right. âM Jack Frost.â
âJack Frotht? Not a bad name.. not the betht either. Thoo you are a thpirit?â
"It's pretty far up there, as far as best names go," He folded his arms, looking over this odd king. "Yeah. The spirit of winter, actually. I'm pretty important."
evilsweetking started following you
âAnother one? âN who are you? You look a little out of place.â
âI hope for your thake that that was not intended to be a inthult!â
Glares at the spirit. âIâm King Candy, nithe to meet youâ He threw candy at him.
It was all Jack could do to not snort at the King's lisp.
"I dunno, you seem pretty insulted, so... sure," The boy quickly ducked out of the way of the candy-turned-projectile with a little frown. "Nice, right. 'M Jack Frost."
Winter Spirits â That's All They Were
âWell, yeah, we made that clear, I thought,â Jack furrowed his brow a little, âI mean⌠what did I do? I donât⌠remember. At all.â He sighed a little and shrugged, fingers still absently tracing the cracks along his staff. He had no memory of dying, though he was sure that he had at some point. He was a spirit, and most other spirits heâd talked to had been alive once. So it hadnât been a terribly difficult deduction. But he hadnât know the details- especially that heâd saved someone, his little sister, in the process.
âYou donât have to apologize anymore. Whether I heard or not before, I think youâve made up for it now. Just⌠tell me what happened. And⌠how you died. Cuz⌠I couldnât save you twice,â he cringed a little, upset with himself. Stupid Jack, couldnât even keep his own sister safe. Hadnât even known she was alive.
He shook his head at her question. âNah. Iâm fine. Donât sleep much lately, anyway.â He didnât have the control he needed over the nightmares, they still wormed their way into his head uninvited.
She refrained from insisting he get some rest. He seemed to retain his stubbornness, after all, so nothing she could say would be able to deter him from staying up, no matter how tired he looked. Instead, she pursed her lips and shook her head, shrugging. It was his decision, after all.
Pulling her legs closer to her, wrapping her arms around them, she gazed down at the snow that began to gently sway about her feet. âWe went ice skating,â she began, eyes seemingly becoming distant as she strayed into her memories. âYou and I, weâd done it a million times before. Mama even told us to be careful like sheâd always done. But it wasnât like all the times. The ice was thinner than it ever was. It started to crack under meâand I was so scared.â
Emma let out a small, pathetic bark of a laugh. âSo scared that I couldnât move. But somehow you were able to keep calm andâand you said we were gonna have a little fun instead. You did what you always did, putting a smile on my face, keeping me distracted from things that were hurt or scare me, and focus on the fun. I still donât know how you did it, but you did.
âYou told me to believe in you, Jack. So I did. I really did, and I always have. We played hopscotch, sort of, and you used that old shepherdâs staff we found to pull me onto thicker iceâŚbut in doing so, you got yourself onto where I stood.
ââAnd you fell in.â
Those few moments were forever embedded into her psyche, into her heart and would never fade, even if dulled over the years. Now, though, along with the physique of a child she once used to be, the mentality came with it, her memories as clear as they ever were now.
âIt tookâŚa long time, but I managed to live again, not exactly the same as when you were alive, but I was close.â She smiled. âThere was no way you wouldâve wanted to let me wallow in depression.â She glanced over at her brother, wondering if she was boring him yet. But considering he hadnât said anything about being such, it meant he wasnât, right?
âI grew up, got married to a man named Nathanial.â She didnât ask if he remembered the little boy that used to play with them; she already knew the answer. âThree children, you know. Named our first boy after you.â
It was the first time she had spoken of her children, thinking about them really, since she had become a spirit. Were they all right after her death? Did they have children of their own?
âBut as to how I diedâŚâ She paused tilting her head as she tried to remember what the town doctor had told her. âI hadâŚoh, pneumonia. Iâm still not sure why or how, but it happened. I think I was around my late twenties or early thirties by then. So how I ended up looking like this,â she gestured to herself now, âI have no idea.â
Icy blue irises trailed down to the staff in his hands. It looked a bit different, but she was sure it was the same staff that he used to help save her. âYou already saved me once,â she murmured, âOf courseâŚyou wouldnât be able to save me again.â Not that there wouldâve been anything he could have done regardless. There may be medicines nowadays to treat cases such a pneumonia, but back in colonial timesâŚit was a death sentence waiting to happen.
Jack watched, attentive and listening, and hung off of every word. It could've all been lies, but something kept him from writing it all off. It had to be true, it had to. He continued to mindlessly run his hands over the staff, a visual representation of his mind working to processes this new information. So he'd fallen through the ice. Fitting that he would end up the one controlling the ice after falling victim to it. It was triumph that came with this revelation- he was the master of the cold now. It could no longer do him any harm. And he had become more than human anyway, he wasn't too distraught over his untimely death.
He was more disturbed that no one had ever told him before, however. Not once had anyone ever said that he'd had a sister. And she hadn't lived for all that long before becoming a spirit similar to himself- not three hundred years. And he had never even known she was around. They could've looked out for each other, kept each other company.....
"So you're... not really a kid? You just kinda... look like it? And you don't know why?" his questions were more for validation than in search of answers. It was so strange. "'N... wish I coulda met your kids. Or you, before now," He gave a sheepish sort of sharp-toothed smile. "But guess you're around now, and that's good enough." And he was genuinely happy that she was around. Though, he wished he had his own memories back. He remembered the little scratched up box, its lid sealed tight. No, this was the best he was going to get- second hand memories from the sister he'd left behind.
And with that another unwelcome thought wormed its way into the boy's head. She had gotten sick. She said there was nothing that could've been done, that he couldn't have saved her twice. But he could've. The cold was what got people sick. They got a chill and caught things like pneumonia. What if he had been the very cause of her death? Leave it to him to kill the sister he had died saving. Ever the screw up, after all. It made him a little angry, deep under the scrap of joy he'd found in talking with his long-lost sibling.
