#frostsong

[felidform]

they have the red & blue dynamic..

[acevity]

local dumbass gets thwarted by a child

[acevity]

whoops

[sadly-unfortunate]

💙

[flippity-fishflops]

Weaselstar & Friends: The aftermath. (Short animatic)

(Featuring: Weaselstar, Iciclestar, Viperstar, Torrentsta, Emberstar, and FrostSong's corpse.)

The edge of the woods were quiet, and foreboding, as if holding some unholy secret within it. That’s where Weaselstar felt the sting of a sweet, metallic scent hit his nose at full force. So he slowly walked past a tree and some tall grass, then another scent hit him...the scent of something that was once alive. His eyes focused on a lump in an open field of grass and slowly stepped towards it.

“What...What is this..?” He nearly gasped. The lump in the grass was the body of a large, pale, ashy blue she-cat with a soft, messy pelt and a large tail. She was heavily battle scarred and her ears are physically damaged. But the look on her face said it all, she had left this world not that long ago. Weaselstar picked up the pace, his heart pounding, and sat down in front of the unmoving she-cat.

“She’s...She’s gone and-and no one else has been here...” He didn’t recognize the foreign scent, but that didn’t matter to him at the moment. His whole body began to tremble with unbearable grief, and as his eyes widened in horror, a few tears began to run down his face with a shuddering gasp. He gently reached his paw out to her front leg, as if he was hoping she’d get up if he did. Then he realized that she wouldn’t get up, she wouldn’t get up ever again, so he gently slipped his paw away from her and stepped back a bit while choking back his sobs, only to sit back down to mourn the dead she-cat.

“Weaselstar...? Is that you?” Another voice can be heard, very familiar to him. This was Iciclestar, and he saw Weaselstar. “What is-“ He was taken aback when Weaselstar turned around...crying. Weaselstar was never known to be this emotional, at least to him, so he rushed over immediately to see what had happened to his dear friend. “Weaselstar, What-What happened to you?!” He pleads.

“What is going on over here..?” Voices began to chime in, this is the sweet voice of Viperstar.

“It reeks of metal.” This was the eternally annoyed Torrentstar.

“What is that distress I hear?” This was the calmest voice of all, Emberstar. The She-cat trio has arrived, only to be completely shocked by everything unfolding before them.

“I don’t know what happened to her! I-I found her here, and she’s gone! Nobody has come to honor her!” Weaselstar yowled. “She has so many scents on her, and-and-“ He was short of breath. “And not one of them has found her!” He was completely mortified, and won’t be taking this lightly any time soon.He gently reached his paw out to her front leg once more, as if he was wishing, no, begging that she’d get up and batter him a bit if he did...but she didn’t, no matter how long his paw was there.

[nightvanguard]

#Pesticide

[nipperofnoses-blog]

Title: Frostsong

Rating: T

Pairings: JackxOC

Trigger Warnings: Self harm, drugs, alcohol

Summary: Jack has amnesia… again. But being powerless and visible, Jack isn’t sure whether he’s Jack Frost, or a crazy kid with a bump on his head. Everyone else is convinced he’s a human teenager, but can Jack convince himself and start blending in instead of sticking out? Sometimes, what you wish for isn’t what it’s cracked up to be. 

//Just posted a new chapter to this guys. *dances* I'm actually pretty on top of my game with the updates for this, it's usually getting updated more than once a week. And it's already getting pretty interesting, so I would love to hear what you guys have to say about it! --Theo

[verumillusio]

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          River Song is a constant in his life. When he considers it, she has been there for every moment save the main events. She has touched upon the crevices of his history, dug up truths and laughter and pain from his soul. And perhaps that’s why he loves her. Perhaps that’s why she loved him; those stolen moments in the sidelines, where his descent from prince to menace to king meant nothing to either of them at all.

“Time.”          It is the first word that comes to mind, and he doesn’t mean it merely because she traveled it. It is because she had searched for him across centuries, warmed his cool hands with her own when he thought his soul had frozen over.

“Acceptance.”

          For he has not learned it of himself, yet, but she had given him nothing except it.

“Memory.”

          Even when he died, he was sure—he’d remember her in his next life, on and on.