Wren and i have the perfect nightmare!jack headcanons

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Wren and i have the perfect nightmare!jack headcanons
Sight M!A
The fearling sat with his legs crossed in the middle of a hallway. His arms crossed over his chest and his eyes staring blankly ahead.
His vision had gone completely black. He knew the tunnels were dark and all…but he could usually see perfectly fine. Jack sighed and rubbed his hands over his face and then blinked rapidly trying to see if that would work.
He growled in annoyance and got up to his feet while blindly grabbing his staff. He used it to help get around for the most part. He still stumbled every so often, letting out small curses as he did so.
What was he even supposed to do while blinded? Sure, he was a creature of the dark now, but this was a little to much.
Fireworks Open RP
Jack had snuck out of the the layer and flew over the tree tops till he found himself in the right spot. It was dark, but the sky kept getting lit up by fireworks.
He sat himself down on a rock ledge and watched from above as the humans set off the colorful things. A small smile made its way to his face as he watched.
He wasn't quite sure why he liked the fireworks...there was just something about them that he liked, corrupted or not.
He wasn't quite sure if his Master would aprove of the act, he'd left without saying anything. He usually did that...but it was usually to go on his rounds to spread fear.
The fearling let out a soft sigh and hugged his knees to his chest and continued to watch.
Lost M!A Open RP
The snowy fearling was beyond pissed.
He couldn’t find his staff anywhere. He’d left it in the normal spot in his room but when he came back for it, it was gone.
And now he was furious.
He didn’t know who would take it. Who would dare come into Pitch’s layer and take his staff? One of the guardians? No…they wouldn’t do something like that would they? Were one of the nightmares jealous of him and took it to play a prank on him? He didn’t really think they would…but he couldn’t rule out anything now.
Would Pitch himself take it? But why would anyone want to take his staff? He needed it, even like this he needed it. It was shattered and a twisted version of what it once was but it was his and why would someone take that from him?
Jack growled and paced back and forth. This was going to prove to be difficult if he couldn’t find it soon. He was now thankful for the new powers he’d been given as a fearling. Without them he’d be near powerless.
He frowned at the thought and hit the rocky wall in aggravation, ignoring the fact it broke skin. He turned on his heel and looked around with a murderous glare. He needed to find his staff, he’d punish whoever it was who took it from him. It didn’t mater he’d get it back. It always came back to him in the end.
Sleeping Fearling (Open to any Pitch/Fearling/corrupted Guardian/worker of Pitch)
Jack was laying back on his bed in his small room in the dark layer. He didn’t spend much time there and it was rare he was left to just go in there. Weather had been heating up lately and he didn’t like it. He’d tried to go out but it just left him tired. The bright light and heat didn’t do it for him. He had his arms crossed behind his head with his hood pulled up and eyes closed. He hadn’t received any requests from Pitch and he now didn’t feel like going out and doing something on his own. If he was doing something wrong he figured the Nightmare King would come and inform him of it, but at the moment he had no idea where his master was. The boy let out a long breath and let his head roll to the side, sleeping taking him and nightmares plaguing his mind
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I want to either write out or RP how Jack became a fearling. Because, if that hasn't been clear he didn't exactly chose to become one but he doesn't care any more haha
SO. I think RPing it would be amazing and fun oAo but yeah....If any Pitch's are willing? :D?
If not I'll just write it most likely haha))
Another fanart for the Wangst AU, yep. I was listening to Cold by the Cure and I couldn’t but think of Icicle Jack and Pitch, so I drew something inspired by it and this is the result. (Yes, the characters are hand-drawed because I did it at University and then I liked the effect and decided to keep it like this.)
Scarred, your back was turned, curled like an embryo. Take another face, you will be kissed again. I was cold as I mouthed the words and crawled across the mirror. I wait await the next breath, your name like ice into my heart.
A shallow grave, a monument to the ruined age. Ice in my eyes, and eyes like ice don’t move. Screaming at the Moon another past time, your name like ice into my heart.
Everything as cold as life, can no-one save you? Everything as cold as silence, and you will never say a word. Your name like ice into my heart.
Art inspired and dedicated to the great Icicle Jack by ask-pitchs-wardrobe
I love her art and blog so so much and I had to do something about them because of the beauty. Love you.