#brightchill

[foundling-guardian]

@brightchill from here

There are a couple things to consider here: one, Jack doesn't often interact with geese. Two, the average goose he DOES interact with is not the size of a golf cart.

So excuse him for being a little bit startled by the enormous dinosaur trundling at him, razorsharp beak at the ready as it makes the world's most prehistoric bird sound.

"WHOA! HEY, HEY!" Jack can't help but shout and snag the Wind, getting breezed up onto the closest bit of high-up architecture and bunkering down. "NORTH!! THERE'S A- ...BIG ANGRY BIRD HERE!"

"Awwwww cmon shes not angry!" Katherine called up at the winter sprite with a grin and a laugh. A seemingly young woman with auburn curls and shining silver eyes.

"Unless youre just scared, little whirlwind?" She teased, stepping up beside her honking pet and stroking the birds feathers. "Shes just a Lil Himalayan snow goose!"

[fatherxfear]

Dash commentary

@brightchill @cliippedwiings and co

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“…surprisingly enough, kids,” and as the being who was once Pitch slithers out of the gloom and freezes in place, the image of a slim, gracefully twisted tree trunk, nothing marks he’s there, that he’s listened, save his velvet voice and twin glinting eyes. “…I’m not really the one who makes the Nightmares. People—people dreaming—give my minions and me their highly specific fears, we I give those fears form.”

Black stained fingertips press together.

“And sometimes those bad dreams take on a life of their own without my hand in it.”

He glances at Jack the longest, with the faintest crack of pain in his cool stare.

“It might actually be a sign you lot need to work more deeply through what scares you.” Fingertips click together.

“We call this ‘processing.’” The soft consonants linger like an affronted hiss. “A healthy endeavor, so the shrinks say. But I’m here still cleaning up my mess if you lot still need the scapegoat. ”

[pomniegranate]

@brightchill, @frystsnow and @easterpookan just came alive all at the same time after disappearing for god knows how long, are you guys in cahoots?

🫵🤨

[honorforged-archive]

@brightchill said: You shoot fire from your hands? If we threw in some metal dust, you think you could make your own fireworks?

Zuko’s brows knit as he turned toward the voice. The boy standing before him looked half-wild with white wind-tossed hair, a smirk curled at the edges of his lips, like mischief wrapped in frost. Zuko didn’t recognize him. Not from the Fire Nation, that much was certain. His staff was strange, too —crooked like a shepherd’s crook, but the air around it shimmered faintly with something unnatural.

“Fireworks?” Zuko echoed, one brow raising, his tone dry. “That’s not really what I use firebending for.” He crossed his arms, but didn’t drop his guard. The stranger spoke all light and teasing, almost like Sokka. “If you want an explosion, I can give you one without the metal dust.”

[easterpookan]

why are you drinking nail polish remover

"Well it was meant ta be a ruddy orange juice but as ya can clearly smell, NORTH got his mitts on it with the vodka. Ah've made at least three elfs faint from a whiff of it." As a means to illustrate his point Bunnymund wafts the cup under a nearby unsuspecting elf - a plummeting jingle swiftly followed after the unfortunate creature risked an unhealthy sniff of the beverage. "Here have at it, mate. Go nuts."

[flossinspector]

"Tooooooth, I'm respecting your privacy by knocking but exercising my right as your friend to come in and eating your food anyway!" Also he wants to see Baby Tooth.

He might have heard a laugh in the distance, but it wasn't Toothiana who rushed in to greet him. It was a tiny fairy with a beauty mark under her purple eye who came and zipped around him in welcome.

With a glint in her eye she chirped at him to follow. BT knew exactly where the best snacks were hidden in the kitchen.

[animaterrena]

have you ever made your dad have a tea party with you?

Sᴇɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴍᴜsᴇ “Hᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀ (...)”s. Tʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀɴ ᴏɴʟʏ ʀᴇᴘʟʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ‘ʏᴇs’ ᴏʀ ‘ɴᴏ’.

A CHILDISH query. Perhaps even a little invasive, as once she might have BRISTLED at it. A life lost so long ago, when she was but a sprout clinging to her father's leg; no, it is not something she makes a habit of discussing with the Guardians. Luckily, such discussion is unnecessary in the here and now. There is but a MEMORY -- of a table too tiny for a general too TALL, of little cups and spoons, of the stuffed guests of honor. A very slight smile curves her mouth. " Yes. "

[easterelf]

@brightchill

"Why was juu tryings ta change juurself ups anyways?" Doodle has managed to clamber up into the shelves, knocking over a few of North's knick knacks. "Juur pretty perfects as juu are esn't juu? Oh! Or was et for a funny pranks?" The bell atop his hat jingles in sheer victory as Doodle spots a small round mirror one shelf up. Easy peasy climb - goodbye more knick knacks though.