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"What do you want from me?" spamton to jack frost!

What a ridiculous question from a ridiculous individual! The two of them had been at each other's necks for who knew how long now, and Spamton only found it in himself to ask this now? This could've been one of the very first things that he could've confided in the winter sprite, when their little song and dance had just begun. With Spamton asking something so bold, yet so vulnerable, at a time like this? It couldn't have been the game growing stale, no. If Jack could admit anything about both of them, it was that their pride and ego would never stop them from doing the impossible. Consequences be damned, until this very instance where the salesman stopped selling his most prominent product.

"What do I want? I want to continue having my fun. You don't even know half of what kind of thrill I get through playing with you. Not many folks tend to last long when I do... but you? You're in the same boat I'm in, Spammy! We get and let go of anyone meaningful. That's our curse." Jack tip-toed over to Spamton and put a gloved hand on his shoulder. "All we really have are each other, Spamton. Now lets get to dancing already!"

#dealpartner #*: inbox #*: ic ~ jack frost #*: verse // crossover ~ jack frost #i only realized halfway through that this was for our partner verse with them so uhhhh uh uhhh

"You’re playing with fire." battat to snow miser!

Battat and its crew have always been a strange group of, for a lack of a better word, misfits. The whole lot of them had something unique and charming going on with them, even if it sometimes annoyed him. Well, that was putting it lightly. Snow Miser found himself annoyed with the flip-flopping the trio had been doing for almost as long as he'd known them. He isn't as stupid as they all think he is! He's got a good set of eyes all around, especially when it was in regards to his brother... ... So to think this was a great opener! Wow! Snow Miser almost fell out of his throne hearing Battat's demanding tone. What was the matter with them, really? It wasn't as though it was giving them a hard time. It was being rather generous, actually, because despite how it felt about their quite literal betrayal to its trust and loyalty, them and their crew still got things done. Really, half of its empire would probably be in shambles if it weren't for the crew always sticking around! Which made this intervention, Snow Miser would call it, all the more ridiculous. What employee hasn't been teased by their boss, especially when said boss was a controlling force of cold climates? He had to stare at Battat for a moment following his almost-collapse out of his seat. He barked a laugh, and then shook his head.

"Oh, Batty, you absolutely kill me!" It chortled, holding its gloved hand to its chest as it bellowed out another laugh. "Fire? What fire? You know we don't do that here, unless you wanna run off to you, know, who," Snow Miser emphasized, leaning in closer with the three concluding words of its sentence. It pulled back, crossing its arms. "I'm just playing you up, little buddy! No harm, no foul! Can't you enjoy a laugh or two sometime? We work in a winter wonderland for goodness sake!" Snow Miser was no stranger to this behavior from Battat, but none of it here was justifiable. Unless they wanted to give him something that would constitute as such... but they know better than to do something like that!

#dealpartner #*: inbox #*: ic ~ snow miser #*: verse // main ~ snow miser

A certain waddle dee seemed to have stumbled upon a perfect place for fishing...or rather ice fishing! He didn't come unprepared, of course. He brought snacks, a thermos of apple juice, a rod, a tackle box, a bucket, and a net. It all emerged from within a big sack he somehow managed to carry with him, which also doubled as a blanket!

Bandanna stood by the edge of the frozen lake, carefully tapping at the surface with his spear until he could find a good spot to bore a hole. It would take a considerable amount of time and effort, but it'd all be worth it if he could take even one fish home...or at least a picture of one. That would work, too.

It wouldn't come off as much of a surprise to learn that Crystal wasn't privy to the art of ice fishing. Given her snowy vessel, she had no need nor any real means of eating, and disrupting nature's course otherwise seemed to have no real reason to her. Though, that was only true for a few select people, such as her husband and her children. Even Jack had to eat every once in awhile, even though he sneaked off to do so. Now that she thought about it, mostly everybody at the North Pole had to eat, didn't they? This was even more true given that she was currently away from the North Pole at this very moment. She'd decided to take a small trip for herself, wishing to get away from what she deemed normal and find something new to engage herself with. That was how she managed to stumble across the snow-fallen Dream Land, alongside this lake, alongside the figure digging into the ice with his spear. Crystal watched from afar in elevated curiosity. This wasn't her first encounter with an ice fisher, but it definitely was with one using a spear as their digging tool! The snowoman decided that there was no better time than the present to become more accustomed to this faraway land and all those who inhabit it. Crystal walked over to Bandanna softly, making sure not to steer him too off focus with her introduction. After a moment of standing and stammering with trying to find what exactly to say, she took one step further and began to speak.

"Oh my, why aren't you just a surprise!" Crystal exclaimed with modesty holding back the excitement in her tone. She chuckled as she held her hand out, gesturing over to Bandanna. "Both in your presence and your technique. I've never quite met someone using a... a spear to cut through the ice before." Because that was the correct terminology, wasn't it? Hmm, the Waddle Dee would correct her if not. Crystal walked closer to Bandanna, still keeping her distance, but they were standing only a few feet apart. The snowoman tilted her head to get a better look at his handiwork. "I assume you have a hand with this? I mean, I would only assume so since you're using it instead of something made for ice fishing!" A beat passed before she realized that might've come off as rude. She flashed a look of shock before she shook her head quickly. "That's no problem, of course! I'm just saying since they do make tools specifically for this!" She thinks. A lot of this was just Crystal thinking.

#four-4-dream-land #*: inbox #*: ic ~ crystal #*: verse // main ~ crystal

@sharedpast [ 3PM ] a city sidewalk gloomy with mist & countless puddles. (from luke for rudolph!)

Rudolph couldn't picture the prospect of moving. She was born and was being raised in the North Pole, and that's where she would always call her home. It wasn't as though herself nor any of the other reindeer had somewhere else to be. They were all designated to help Santa on Christmas Eve night, and at least for now, the red-nosed fawn was content with that. That's why he couldn't really wrap his head around what Luke meant by visiting his 'old home.' What was so old about it? Was it the architecture? That would be a little rude, Rudolph liked to think! After getting a quick explanation from the blue-capped puzzle solver, his eyes widened in realization. Misthallery was where Luke used to live before his family moved to London. Rudolph was more than familiar with the latter than the former; she tried to catch glimpses of Big Ben on that one special night. Still, since the Tritons were back again at the tucked-away town for the weekend, Rudolph couldn't mind. Luke had to have important memories from this place. But did he have ones that made the two of them walk down the street in the dead of night?

"Hey, Luke?" Rudolph began, turning his head towards his friend. "You said something about this atmosphere being important? I really don't get what being out at nighttime is important for." The reindeer's head shook as he looked at a reflection of himself in a puddle. He kicked it in with his hoof. Hesitantly, her head turned back to Luke, looking concerned. "Did... something happen here?"

#sharedpast #*: inbox #*: ic ~ rudolph #*: verse // crossover ~ rudolph

✔ + jack frost and spam?

My muse: Jack Frost

Do I know your muse: yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

i mostly picture jack being in deltarune or something to that extent but spamton in christmas places..... why is his ass at the north pole

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

we talked abt them a bit but id like to have more .. or maybe they meet for the first time and instantly hate the other. thatd be funny

have you ever read homestuck? its kind of like that (kismesis)

i don't exactly know how to explain it they're both hater central to each other but i feel like with SO much time they can. like. have some sort of positive dynamic? i guess it might also depend on when they are to meet. i would be interested to seeing how big shot spam and jack frost ... jack frost interact. who knows! there's a lot to be done with it and i'm always down for plotting further :]

#dealpartner #*: inbox

⭐ smiles. if you’d like me to narrow it down: for carol, noelle, and/or dess!

cracks knuckles... doing this for both dealpartner and sharedpast >:)