#jokulandhyde

[easterelf]

 The Frost Trio! Smol but super chill.  Featuring @ionahi‘s King Frost, @the-guardian-of-fun‘s Winter Prince & @jokulandhyde‘s Jokul Frosti

[aghostnotaguardian-archive]

✿ u know this gonna go down well...

{Indeed.}

Help! My muse caught a fever and has blacked out. Send ✿ and I’ll write about my muse waking up in the care of your muse.

@jokulandhyde

     It hurt to breathe. Her throat was a raw, scorched mess and every inhale clawed tiny, burning tears into the tissue of her lungs. Brunnie bit back a groan, and she damned the floating dust that often littered the Shoppe’s air to hell. 

     Loud, snapping fingers. Another groan strangled its way out as Brunnie swatted a heavy hand through air, trying to shoo away whatever was making that offensive racket.

     “You wanna croak while you’re sleepin’? Wake up.”

      A voice: deep, gruff, unfamiliar. Brunnie’s eyes flicked open.

      There stood a dark, M A S S I V E shape, and it loomed over her. Her heart thudded in her throat. Her instincts SLAMMED into high alert. Her arms, legs jerked and thrashed free of rough blankets, trying to push herself backwards while alarms screeched in her head. She needed claws, glass, a knife, something to defend herself -

     Her back bumped hard into carved stone, and her shoulder merely ached before it plunged her mind into white-hot, dizzying static. She yelled out, and her hand dug into her shoulder, and her fingers clawed into gauze-wrapped flesh - gauze?!

     The shape shouted at her, shifted away, and, as the agony dwindled along with the dragged-on seconds, he came back with a sharp, herbal scent. She didn’t catch every word he said, but the message was along the lines of an severe infection costing her an arm. That was enough incentive for her to grab at the cup held out to her. Into her third or fourth gulp, she gagged and coughed on the bitter, thick liquid. 

      “The hell’s in this?!” she gasped when the near-empty cup was plucked out of her hand. Her voice sounded as wrecked as it felt. 

      “Everything needed for curin’ huldra poisoning, and from the hard-to-ignore sheer stink of disease, yeh got hit by a heavyweight - but that begs a rather important question: how d'you end up with huldra claw marks in yer arm?” 

      His tone betrayed a zero tolerance for lying. With her shoulder simmering into a more durable sting and oxygen-hungry lungs no longer a pressing issue, Brunnie risked a stare at the shape. In the dull light as her sight adjusted, the shadowed shape became blackish fur, greenish milky eyes set in a sharp squint, and tall, twitching ears. 

      Oh, Jesus, what fresh torment have You for me now?

[hyatt-death]

So every time my dog, Mindy, sleeps in my bed with me she kicks me out of it and she's a really tiny dog and today she kicked me and when I moved away I fell off the bed and I thought of doing that dog shaming thing and having the sign say "we sleep in a big bed but I still kick my mom out of bed" but then I remembered that I don't have a front facing camera to take the photo And then for some reason I thought of inkblotbun's jokul and Hyde and it would be Hyde that's shamed and it fit in like every au I could think of

[aghostnotaguardian-archive]

//Party of three for the Bad Role Playing Parents Club. 

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"I can still see that scowl under that mask." Jokul smirked and held out a blackened hand. "C'mon, let's dance, unless of course you'd rather dance with Hyde?" He grinned. "You look great."

Cupcake is whirling and twirling along her friends when Brunnie shifts her attention from her ward to the newest "gentleman" to approach her.  She was close to tagging him as another unfamiliar face had it not been for his outstretched hand, frostbitten into black at the fingers, and the myriad of belts woven around his waist. 

"You don't look shabby yourself - though you don't normally come off as the type to get dolled up and dance away past midnight."