@nosenipped, continued:
"I am not making fun of you, I genuinely do not know what kpop is! Is it- some kind of soda, or-"
"People are like, you look like you like k-pop, and I just have to smile and pretend I know what that word means!"
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@nosenipped, continued:
"I am not making fun of you, I genuinely do not know what kpop is! Is it- some kind of soda, or-"
"People are like, you look like you like k-pop, and I just have to smile and pretend I know what that word means!"
RANDOM CHARACTER ASSOCIATIONS
repost, don’t reblog!
animal - arctic fox
colour(s) - shades of purple and blue
month - december
song - writing on the wall (blackmore's night)
number - five
time of day - night
plant - purple heather
scent - old books
crystal - white opal
season - winter
place - a forgotten library
astrological sign - capricorn
astrological house - tenth
astrological planet - saturn
element - water
musical genre - classical
* slowly turning orange @nosenipped do we have to do this eVERY YEAR .
❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜ / soft frostyjest for u!! u get to pick the au. <33
From this prompt!
Assassin AU.
Her plan had failed.
She slipped on metaphorical ice, getting herself stuck between a rock and a hard place, and it was unlike her often stealthiness to cause such a hiccup - to not finish the job the first time. But now, the plan had been exposed. Maybe not to the length and extent to all who were potentially involved, but the bottom line of her joining The Guardians in the first place, all under the guise of getting closer to Frost - and killing him.
Kaleidoscope couldn't believe the foul play she subjected herself to, to allow herself out bested by a man like him. She couldn't get the smug look out of her mind as he used her own weapon and granted her mercy by cutting her braid clean off versus stabbing through her throat.
Besides the attempted assassination on his life done with her own hands, their relationship had always been rocky - him taking more of an interest in her than she ever dreamed to have for him. But, she'd never admit to the soft spot she started to grow for Frost - yet she'd never dare allow something as insignificant as feelings to encroach on her job. To be let known willingly. It was a weakness. And she was smarter than that.
It would've been better to be granted the solace of kissing death with the blade of her own knife than to live on with the embarrassment of knowing he'd remember this - that the others would find out.
But they never did. The other Guardians continued as if that night shared under the stars had never happened. The same grueling darkness that caused her to slash away at the remaining bits of her hair to change to a new look, a shoulder lengthed bob. There were comments about it, yet Kaleid never explained; she didn't have to, but the knowing gaze of the man across the room knew all too well.
And it made her sick with nausea.
She always knew where to find him, her keen sense of tracking one of her better feats, but he always purposefully placed himself in places that Frost knew she'd find him. Where they could be alone. Irritating to a fault, but a slight endearment to him all the same. Compared to her usual acrobatic entrances, she merged from the shadows with crossed arms, looking at him with her typical callous gaze. And like always, he met her in kind with his aggravating smile.
A smile she's come to enjoy.
His words caused a rare soften to her gaze; he laid himself on a platter for her to devour and yet, she wasn't taking the chance to strike for his life. A new weakness was beginning to form within her and it had a name: Agent Frost; the man who was known for ice had slowly chipped away at the icebergs around her own heart and blew heat with every interaction to make it melt away, little by little. To allow herself to have someone's warm touch creep past the cage and chains; though she often didn't speak, didn't touch, she slowly approached him till they were mere inches away.
A woman known for speaking with her body allowed her hand to run up his chest before reaching the peak of his chin, gripping it lightly; her gaze remained with an edge of softness, looking between his eyes, allowing words to finally speak past her mask. His insinuation that by her showing up, that she was what he needed would've made most girls swoon but for Kaleidescope? It just caused her to roll her eyes, more gentle than usual.
⸺ ❝ ... Because who else would keep you constantly on your toes otherwise, Frost? ❞
Her fingers lingered before pushing his face gently off to the side. She couldn't look at him any longer - he might start to notice the semblance of feelings she grew to start holding for him.
Surprise colored pencil and eraser only giftart for @nosenipped of Jack Frost from the movie Rise of the Guardians! 💙 ❄
First time drawing this awesome frosty guy! Hope you all enjoy and tysm for being so kind to me friend! :D 💕
“ do flowers really taste that good, man? is it any sweet? ”
"Hey don't knock 'em til ya try 'em, mate. Sweet pea flowers and rose petals are pretty sweet tastin'. Ya might even like 'em - and Toothy won't get on ya about sugar and all that."
@nosenipped dreamed: FOUR OF CUPS: A secluded lakeside where the sender broods under a tree, refusing to hear out the receiver.
She pressed two fingers to the bridge of her nose and her other hand fisted to a hip. "I swear you are as petulant as Lucifer." She mumbled. Her stepmother's cat was more vicious than the being before her but they both had the same jejune attitude. "All I am saying is you can't just sit outside your entire life. You deserve a home too. It doesn't mean you still can't travel."
❛ a crash—out's imminent, kathy, ❜ her name is sung in frost—fashioned impishness, though he expresses more than just shallow concern in regard to her mental health. frost encircles her slumped figure, words scrawled furiously in a fit of imaginative stupor. they can almost see the smoke billowing from her ears, climbing toward open skies parted by ganderly’s canopies.
finger snaps beside her ears, he knows she can hear him — his presence lives evermore within her. ❛ hellooooo, ❜ whistled winds ﹙ ... ﹚ before, the most devious scheme unveils itself to frost, with lips curled, they tip—toe close, lips placed mere spaces from her ear. a small intake of breath, and a small squall rushes into her ear ﹗
from x. ~ 🩵
The storyteller waved her hand by her ear where her longtime friend and confidant was hovering like an incessant (impish) nursemaid. Too wrapped up in her work to spare the brain power to verbally respond.
She was working! She hadnt been awake /that/ long....only a day. Had it been only a day? Her eyes itched. There was an annoying ache behind them. Usually she was much more aware of her soulmate's mischief bit her exhaustion dulled her awareness, leaving her open to surprises.
The squall had her squawking in shock, rubbing at her ear. Shaking her head. "Jack! Oh you know I hate that!" She admonished, but with no fire in her tone.