#c; jade

[flowerpetalprincess]

Semi Queen || Speedpaint

One of my favourite versions of Jade is Queen, where she's completely overrun by Fearlings. But what about the halfway point? Where she's been possessed, but not to the fullest extent?

That and I love drawing floaty hair.

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[flowerpetalprincess]

Meat Puppet || Done

Part of the rp I've been posting vids about, featuring 'Queen', a version of Jade who has been overwhelmed with too many Fearlings to handle. This particular scene showing off how Jade is merely a host to keep her form steady. But otherwise is nothing but a 'Meat Puppet.'

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[thedarklingprincess]

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9. V; Modern Vampire (Minor - Modern)

Jade was showing off another scarf, the fifth one this month. It was gorgeous of course, they all were, especially on Jade. Despite being sheltered, she was fairly good with fashion sense.

What was unusual about the scarf, was the fact it was the middle of summer, and one of the hottest yet. She looked faint even as she smiled and spun eagerly, more than once a servant catching her as she nearly fell over.  

[thedarklingprincess]

A Faery Late Birthday || Immortalbrats

@immortalbrats

She was late, very late. Time passed so quickly but she’d been so busy. There was little she could do to prevent that. Papa always put assignments on her when he was in a bad mood, and the Guardians had been bothering him (and in turn, her) for a week straight. 

Jade was glad at least she could find some reprieve in visiting her close friends. 

Clutching her parasol, and a small box (tied with a ribbon), she knocked on the door, waiting anxiously for a response she she could get inside before the parasol’s usefulness wore out.

[thedarklingprincess]

“I was made to be perfect, but I’m nothing anybody wants it seems.” The girl’s voice is soft, reluctant. She was complaining again, and she knew how much Pitch hated the sound of her voice, of her complaints... her.

Absently, she reaches up to tug at her sleeve, a habit still not abandoned as many torn threads had proven. “Papa finds me distasteful to be around, so many friends have disappeared... I... did I upset them? Did I do something wrong for them to abandon me?”

“It’s just... awfully lonely. Why was I made if no-one wants me?”

[thedarklingprincess]

A Midnight Melody || ghostlysonata

@ghostlysonata

For once the moon was empty, dark and devoid. Tomorrow it’d be a sliver, and then it’d start t grow. But for tonight she was free to roam. As a lesser spirit, moonlight... or any light stronger than a candle, tended to be dangerous and harmful to her.

Oh, such was the pitfalls of being a spirit of darkness. But she’d grow stronger, she had to, even if that meant skipping sleep to take advantage of her nightly rounds. The downside was the terrible approach of exhaustion.

Yawning, she took a break, resting in an alleyway as she tried to relax a bit. “G-goodness....” she mumbled, rubbing her eyes. “I can’t stay like this forever, I need to keep working...” she mumbled.

[thedarklingprincess]

A Fresh Leaf || Askladypitchiner

@dwaskladypitchiner

It was almost like drowning.

Falling deeper and deeper into the water, darkness surrounding her, stealing her breath, her thoughts, her everything. She could only stand there and watch it all drift away like bubbles. Floating out of reach, floating into darkness and inevitably disappearing out of sight, out of mind.

When she can breathe again, she’s disoriented, fresh. The girl sucked in air as if she’d never tasted it before, and the echoing call of her name forced her to attention.

J a d e ?

Wide gold eyes meet darkened amber, an eclipse hidden in the eyes of her king. She can’t help but stare in awe at his magnificence as he cups her cheek fondly, looking her over in concern.

“You had me worried, how do you feel? Admittedly I haven’t done that procedure before and it’s all experimental, but I mean, I survived it and given how strong you are... Warden Commander, I was certain you’d be fine, and look at you! My perfect little darkling princess.

The princess stared blankly for a long moment, before being startled out of her reverie by the call of a newcomer...

~

The princess startles from her dream, sitting up from a bed of cushion and silk, curtains. Was it coincidence or a recurring dream at this point? She wasn’t certain, but Papa had told her not to worry about it when she mentioned it. Dreams and Nightmares are harmless when you sleep, it’s when he made them real they were a concern. But not to her, never to her.

Slipping past the silken curtains, she slipped on a clean dress and shooed the fearlings away halfheartedly as they tried to fix her hair. “H-hey now, gentle, no tugging,” she giggled, petting down her dress and making her way to the kitchen, where two cups of freshly brewed tea had been made, one of which was being sipped gracefully by her father, who looked up from his book in greeting. 

“Sleep well?” he smiled, gentle.

[thedarklingprincess]

Open Rp || Ghost

Sometimes, Jade felt like she didn’t exist.

It wasn’t just a matter of being a spirit, it was the fact that she felt she had so little influence on anything. Her life, her father, her surroundings. It was a roller-coaster with no stopping, no thrills, no enjoyment, just consistent terror and laps of control. Whoever was in charge had abandoned the console and jumped the ship.

Did she even have influence over her own life? Did anything she do actually help herself? Running away from home when she did seemed a good choice at the time, but her father barely noticed, and she returned not long after.... He barely even noticed and she... she wasn’t even sure why she bothered returning. Some sick sense of duty? Some warped need to impress the King, who only saw her as a trophy to show off to his enemies.

Was that her influence? To be admired? To be looked at? It couldn’t be the only thing! She refused to believe it! Refused to accept it! She had to have more to live for than that.

She refused to believe she was nothing but a ghost.

“I have to be more than that...” she murmured aloud.