#jacksnowy

[cammquin]

this hellsite is so special to me and to so many ppl.

today I reunited 2 of my online best friends that I met over here back in 2012 and the chat went as if they never lost touch.

so if anyone ever tells you that online friends aren’t real friends don’t listen to them, because seeing those 2 talk in a group chat with me after 6 YEARS of not knowing how things were going for the other person made me an emotional ball of happiness.

[the-tooth-fairy]

Guys, guys. Get this. I wasn't always a fan of Tooth/Jack. There was a point where I thought I would never really ship them. I was actually a SweetTooth shipper way back when I first got into the fandom. I don't know where all hell broke loose and I started shipping RS. But yeah, it wasn't always a thing. Mari and Simone could attest to that. We used to TC all the time!

[memcir-blog]

+5

        { ♕ }         ; "I feel I should ask how you were able to slip past both my pets and my faeries, without them having come to...alert me of someone entering the palace."

[frossenx-archive]

jackthefrostysprite

jacksnowy

    ✲ } "This isn't my winter.." she said in horror, watching as her frost started to crumble. It was a thin layer around the castle, helping to preserve the heat inside for Elsa. However, a new polar wind had come to play, all but killing the valley trees and rivers beneath. She was almost certain the river had been frozen solid, where for her winter magic she just froze a few layers down. 

    Her fingers pressed against the heavy doors of the balcony, shoving the ice blocks open only to have her breath stolen away via the sharp, dry cold. This was a new sort of cold, a winter that she didn't invent nor knew the origin of. Her flesh broke out in goosebumps, fingers tingling. She was going to freeze if she didnt think quick on her toes. 

    "This isn't mine.." she kept repeating, hoping and hoping that it really wasnt hers. This harsh, cruel feeling of winter couldn't be hers... could it have been? 

[cammquin]

IMPORTANT

I won't be here from tomorrow til the 5th/6th. I'll be in my grandad's and there we barely have internet. Sometimes when we're lucky we get some but it's most likely I won't get any. 

I have a few things queued for y'all so you guys don't miss me. 

To those I have ongoing threads, please be patient. I'll answer them all on the 7th.

I'll miss you guys! See ya when I get back,

Cam.

[cammquin]

To my kaura

[coldeyesxwarmheart]

{I need to make an apology.}

I just wanted to apologize, to all those I care about.

I'm sorry that I treat you guys like all I want from you is roleplay.  I know I do it, but I can't help it.  I try to get involved with how you feel, and care about things other than roleplay.  But I think if you knew all the things about my life that I hide, all the hurt people have abused me with, all the issues I have that sent my to a psych ward last May I think you would understand me.  I try and stay away from people outside of roleplay because I try to not get emotionally invested, that and roleplay is my escape.  You have to understand in my life, in order to escape the pain and fear I feel, I dive head first into another life, into Wyatt's.  Its just, its how I cope.  If you get mad at me I'm sorry, I wanna be closer to you guys, but my life? I've gotten to the point where feeling my own emotions? Is almost impossible, I never cry because I cried too much as a child and never let it out and so I live through Wyatt to feel and that's why I press for roleplays.  I'm sorry, I'm so sorry but know I love you.

[coldeyesxwarmheart]

Would you rather have your dad or boyfriend?

      "What...?" Why would the grey face ask him something like that, which he couldn't answer? There were so many reasons why.  Whilst his father would live far beyond Wyatt, and Xavior would die before his lover, the brunet couldn't chose the first instead of the latter.  Because that wasn't how love worked, and the love he had for the two of them were so very different.  One was of father and son, a repaired bond still tender and yet to completely heal, and the other of two people who came together and found that they fit together like puzzle pieces, even with bumps in the road they stayed together.  "You.. you can't expect me to answer that--- Jack's my father." While a half a year ago or more he would've chosen Xavior over his father had he known his lover by then, he was more torn than ever by this question.  "Xavior... he means the world to me, and you expect me to chose?" He almost growled his words softly, "when my love for both are different, when you can't compare the two in order to come to a choice, though I'd never want to."

       Sighing the brunet carded a pale hand through light brown hair, cool air whisking past his lips.  "... Jack's been alone... lots longer than I have," said Wyatt, "and I won't let him be alone anymore, not when he doesn't have to be.  That's what a son would do, that's what they should do." And though it may have sounded like he'd come to an answer he hadn't, for he refused to do so.  "Xavior, he's not the best choice for me I know, people told me that when they first found out.  But I'm not the best choice for him either! And we make it work, he makes me happier than I've been in a long time and I only hope I do the same.  I wouldn't leave him either.  I won't leave either of them, or pick one for the other.  Because they're family.  They're mine and they're all I have.  And I'd rather drown before picking between the two of them."