frozen.

[thewolfkrp-blog]

Wolf Among Us Meme

It is that time again. Here is a Wolf Among Us meme for all of us to enjoy thanks to offabletown (though they deactivated).

You know the rules: send as many prompts as you get (it’s called rp karma!) If you see any members that seem to want more, send them one! The drabbles can be au or canon as you want and don’t be afraid to send to muses you’re not familiar with. Feel free to remove any that don’t fit your character (using the xkit extension).

❝ Is that a threat ? ❞ ❝ These lips are sealed . ❞ ❝ It is better to be feared than loved .❞ ❝ I’ve seen the way you look at ___ , okay ? You’re not foolin’ me .❞ ❝ You’re not as bad as everyone says you are . ❞ ❝ Anyone ever tell you you got a big fuckin’ mouth ? ❞ ❝ Whatever . I’m too out of it to get into it . ❞ ❝ We all have our parts to play . ❞ ❝ You can’t change the past . ❞ ❝ ____ , I’m gonna break your fucking face . ❞ ❝ I’ve heard stories about you . ❞ ❝ In some tiny little bottled up way , deep inside … you kind of enjoy it when things go wrong . ( Because it gives you an excuse to just … stop pretending ) . ❞ ❝ Life is easier with friends . ❞ ❝ Well I’d appreciate it if you’d fuck off . ❞ ❝ But no , hate’s the wrong word . They fear you more than anything . ❞ ❝ I know you like this whole ’ lone wolf ’ thing you got going for yourself . ❞ ❝ I wish I could have seen it. ❞ ❝ I’ll see you around . ❞ ❝ You almost looked peaceful . Except you’re lying in a dirty alley . ❞ ❝ Just … try not to be like ( yourself ) … ❞ ❝ Pardon the intrusion . I wasn’t aware this was a munchkin’s house .❞ ❝ I didn’t realize you were the bitch of the bitch . ❞ ❝ Hey , what are your plans now ? ❞ ❝ I’m not yours to lose ! ❞ ❝ Blah blah … blah blah blah . ❞ ❝ Are you saying you need a friend right now ? You can trust me . ❞ ❝ People are scared of you . I mean , look at your hands . ❞ ❝ You looked like when you take an action figure and bend it’s limbs the wrong way . ❞ ❝ But at the end of the day I’m still the bad guy . ❞ ❝ Everything used to be so simple … we had a beginning , a middle , & an end . ❞ ❝ When we suffer , we do it in silence . ❞ ❝ You should worry about your own fucking situation . ❞ ❝ I’ve made mistakes . ❞ ❝ You do what you want … you always do what you want . ❞ ❝ I’m glad you’re not dead . ❞ ❝ We need to do things the right way ! ❞ ❝ You’ll pray to any god who’ll listen that your mother never shit you into this fucking world .❞ ❝ Wait a minute … someone’s watching . ❞ ❝ I know it’s dangerous , but I’m not helpless . I can take care of myself . ❞ ❝ Not now , not now , shhhh , the grown ups are talking. . ❞ ❝ Out of my way ! I’ll show you how it’s done ! ❞ ❝ Do you want the Big Bad Wolf to take you away ? ❞ ❝ That was about 8 on the asshole scale … ❞ ❝ Cut the bullshit & quit wasting my time . ❞ ❝ This was really the wrong day to try & pull this shit ! ❞ ❝ You’re a monster ! A fucking monster ! ❞ ❝ You understand wanting to protect what you care about , don’t you ? You’d do anything . ❞

[dream-astro]

HBD Park Minhyuk (25.02.17)

ASTRO’s (adorable) immovable rock

[twxjack-blog]

bet you thought you saw the last of me.

@twpan

eighteen times. twenty four total.

jack knows the numbers by heart. the same scene replays itself over and over in his dreams still, as clear as if it were happening all over again. eighteen times peter stabbed him before the world went black forever. six more times after that, those ones jack didn’t feel but left marks on his body nonetheless.

and yet even after dying brutally by the hands of the boy he had considered his best friend, his brother, he wanted to return. he never wanted to leave, it’s not his fault that peter wouldn’t listen. but as fate would have it, jack frost could never return to neverland; it’s never winter there, how could the first frost ever set foot in a place that was constantly spring?

somehow he didn’t realize that even the residents of neverland had spilled into fabletown. sometimes he thinks he sees a face that he recognizes, but it’s never been so convincing and obvious before. he could think it was glamour, or a doppelganger, or a coincidence. but this one is different, jack would know that face anywhere. he’s seen it mirthful and mischievous, he’s seen it conniving and conspiring, and he’s seen it twisted with rage and rancor. that’s peter pan, that’s his best friend and murderer.

“hey asshole!” the shout explodes from his lips before he’s actually decided that he wants to reconnect with peter again, his impulsiveness making the decision for him. “peter!”

[wtcminji-deactivated20180330]

last fall of winter.

@twxjack

jeongguk could just sense the temperature rising each moment from today and possibly onward and it could only mean one thing. he was dreading the season of spring, not that it wasn’t the ‘worst’ season in the world - he had spent too much time with snow white to be annoyed. most could blame the childishness in him for complaining about his endless pollen allergy but could they blame him for it? not like jeongguk would ask for it. 

so the twenty year old huntsman would stare at the sky, just hoping… wishing that the sky would just cloud over just one last time, to feel that cold drop of water and ice just one last time before he had to suffer. jeongguk didn’t care if he was being dramatic or not, and no one was around to listen to his thoughts anyway.

the boy sat in silence up on the top of a thick tree branch in the middle of fabletown during the evening until the sudden strong gust of wind had broken the silence and jeongguk began to hug himself, wrapping his arms around the trunk. ‘what the hell was that?’ he thought - in response to the cold feeling surrounded by the warm weather currently and it was strange how the frost had come out of nowhere. so jeongguk followed his instincts and boldly jumps off from the far height.

he could sense his eyes lighting up when he felt impressed but also suspicious by a boy practically glowing in white while getting caught in the frost the closer he got. he couldn’t deny his own excitement, could he? again, they’d call him out for being childish (he’d think so). in that moment, jeongguk only hid his smile and straightened his back and only pretending he didn’t care for it as much, but still approaching. “fabletown still manages to surprise me. it’s the start of spring, so why am i seeing snow?”

[twxjack-blog]

it’s his last huzzah, the last chance he’ll have to be surrounded by cold and ice before the weather inevitably shifts over to warmth that makes him feel like he’s melting even though he’s sure that he’s made of flesh and bone and not snow and ice. of all the powers that being a spirit of nature gives him, control over the temperature isn’t one of them. in a few weeks time the powers he has over snow and ice will be rendered useless until next fall when the thermometer drops below freezing once again.

in the meantime though, he will enjoy what he can. it’s with a determined fury that jack surrounds himself like a snow globe, breathing snowflakes into the air and freezing the ground on which he walks. it might be gone tomorrow, but it’s here right now, in the present, and that’s all he really cares about.

caught up in his own tantrum against incoming spring, he’s startled by a voice. everything stops, jack freezes. he turns and sees a boy, he doesn’t know what fable or what name he goes by, looking childishly excited by the work of jack frost. he smiles, not at all upset that he has an admirer. quite the opposite, in fact, and he wishes he hadn’t stopped what he was doing so quickly and showed off a little more.

“it’s still cold enough for snow, i’m getting in my last kicks before mother nature ruins all my fun,” jack wrinkles his nose, not hiding his dislike for spring and warm weather one bit. “if i had it my way, winter would last way longer than just one season. summer is too hot, even this far north.”

[twsohee-blog]

winter’s breath ;

for as long as she can remember – which, in fact, spreads eons for both mundies and fables – she’s always had an ambivalent relationship with snow.

of course she isn’t the only creation goddess nor is she the only goddess with powers of nature and the weather. but for the most part, the laws of the universe dictated for some force, whatever it may be, to counteract spring and life bringing. it came in the form of winter and death.

the frost of winter slows molecules and saps warmth: it takes life unapologetically and it’s ruthless with its work. yet, at the same time, it’s so incredible and beautiful. it creates art in the weirdest (to her, obviously) ways. with crystallised forms and glistening icicle shards – it was dauntingly beautiful. murderous yet beautiful in all the same way.

if sohee could choose so, winter would be the best example to explain what love feels like. worrisome, deadly but oh-so beautiful at the same time. you could always prepare for it but you’re never really ready once it happens. (maybe that’s why she can’t hate the season wholly.)

 yet the sprite scowls in the midst of the harsh gusts of wind and the small flecks of snow pelts against anything in its wake (albeit softly). it’s march, far too late for it to be snowing but the tug of the universe demanded the snow and so she delivered.

and she hated herself for it.

it’s frosty in the worst way possible. it isn’t even cold despite the snow falling from the sky. any angrier and it’s almost certain that mother nature’s glare could thaw anyone. especially the one boy who seemed to thrive and frolic as the snow starts to blanket over the piles of snow still present from the blizzard earlier that week.

“jack.”

@twxjack

[twxjack-blog]

winter is ending. jack knows it just as well as the calendar does, the days already ticking past when the first day of spring technically started. thankfully, nature doesn’t always listen to man and the calendar he made to understand her shifts and changes and snow still covers the earth in a fluffy white blanket. jack’s influence over the weather was minor, but where mother nature dumped the temperature and snow he danced across roads and sidewalks leaving icy patches and rather treacherous conditions. a mischievous streak made watching innocents slip and stumble all too amusing to him.

it’s inevitable that the first breath of winter and mother nature cross paths at some points in their never ending lives, though jack still freezes ( pun definitely intended ) when he hears his name. he doesn’t know exactly what he did to piss sohee off, but he hears the tone of her voice anyways.

“you’re allowed to be happy to see me, y’know,” he speaks to her loftily, unconcerned with the difference between their ages, their powers. “winter isn’t over just yet.”

it’s with childlike glee that he rests his fingertips against the cold wall of a building and lets lacy patterns of frost spread across the glass and stone and obscuring the view from the inside. he thinks that sohee might be more reactive if he had been playing around with a tree or with some poor stubborn flower, but there’s nothing so convenient nearby so he settles for just showing off the beauty of what he can do.

“thanks for another snow day, mama nature,” he grins at her, removing his hands and watching his work crawl to a slow stop. “i love long winters.”

[twshownu-blog]

frosted daydreams;

@twxjack

spring is for napping in meadows of buttercups and morning glories. summer is for sluggish afternoons cradled by hammocks in the shade. autumn is for cleansing the soul with the scent of fresh, fallen leaves on a nature trail. but for a season like winter – or in this instance, a springtime month that had been hit by snowstorms – napping in a tree isn’t the first activity that comes to mind. in fact, it might never come to mind at all.

unless your name is hercules. 

even the strongest mortal on earth gets tired of delivering pizzas to rude, unappreciative customers all day. he was halfway to the apartments when he decided to take a quick nap, then finish the rest of the walk later. he climbs up the tree with ease, gets comfortable on a sturdy branch, pulls his winter cap over his eyes, and is out like a light. herc wonders what would happen if he accidentally took another two thousand year slumber. people would move him eventually, right? but to be on the safe side, he sets a timer on his phone for sixty minutes. 

…

BEEP BEEP BEEP

he sleeps right through the blaring alarm. it’s only when the phone vibrates that he rolls over, just like he tosses in bed every morning. only, there’s no mattress to catch him; he rolls right off the branch. it’s a frightening sight: a sleeping man falling from the highest branches of a treetop, nosediving right into the ground. he hits the ground with a loud smack. a woman shrieks. a child cries. a man shouts to call an ambulance. 

hercules yawns.

his eyes are still closed as his hand reaches out, halfheartedly slapping against the ground like he’s trying to turn off an alarm clock. he rolls over once more and now his other hand reaches out, this time slapping someone’s shoe. “mnnnh, just five more millennia…” 

[twxjack-blog]

of all the strange things that jack has done, he has to admit that falling half-asleep from a tree wasn’t one of them. he’s climbed plenty of trees in his life, both in the one he has now and the one in the past where he would explore neverland with all the curiosity of a child, and perhaps it’s that practice that keeps him from plummeting to the earth.

that, and apparently one of the perks of being a spirit of winter is the gift of flight. jack’s never going to fall out of a tree ever again.

it’s only because he’s in the right place at the right time that he watches someone fall from the boughs of the tree, seemingly undisturbed by the crash landing. jack bites back giggles; the reaction of all those randoms is too funny to not have any sort of reaction. but really, he knows he should defuse the situation. that’s obviously a fable that’s fallen from a tree and doesn’t care about who sees, and someone’s going to get in trouble if the mundies freak out. jack normally wouldn’t care and would only gleefully watch the people in charge deal out discipline, but perhaps the coming of spring melted his heart a little as well and gives him motivation to help another out.

he’s still not very nice about it though. he nudges the drowsy figure in the ribs with his toe, a little too sharp to be a prod but not quite so to be considered a kick. “hey big guy, stop putting on your stunt show, you’re causing a scene,” he says it loudly, hoping that the screaming mundies hear and understand that there’s nothing to concern themselves with. “come on, get up.”

[twxjack-blog]

hi hi hi!~

some of you may remember me from back when tw first opened but i’m steph, i used to have ren around here. my muse left me so i’ve been away for a while but now i return with jack! who has been So Loud omg so you better give him the attention he’s been dying for.

i don’t have any plots up exactly, but i’d love to brainstorm with anyone who’s interested in plotting with my boy! i’m best reached through twitter, but i also have aim, and if you’d like either please shoot me a message! 

anyways, a few intro things and quirks about jack

he’s died once. that’s a story that he doesn’t really like telling.

but like also if you ask he’ll go on a whOLE LONG RANT ABOUT HOW PETER PAN IS THE WORST PERSON EVER

but if you say anything bad about peter he’ll be like shut your mouth

he’s very changeable as you can tell

LOVES WINTER ofc

the moment it’s above 75 degrees F he feels like he’s melting he hates the heat

was a lost boy once! then he died

adored neverland?? but it’s never winter there so he can’t go back????

24 scars from that many stab wounds on his torso but yknow we definitely do not talk about those

even on the hottest summer day he’s never without at least a tank top to cover those so u know he’s Serious about that one

is very prideful of his snow and stuff even tho he only has minor control and his powers are literally seasonal like they only work if the weather is cold enough

every minor inconvenience of winter? black ice? frozen keyholes? falling icicles? those are all definitely jack having a bit of fun

very selfish too tbh he doesn’t care much about others

he’s fun tho

pls love him

he’s a wee bit lonely too he used to have a lot of brothers in the lost boys but now he’s by himself

and not a total dick if u order sprinkles from him at the ice cream shop he’ll probably give u extra bc it’s Fun

this is a lot of bullets my muse is Loud

ANYWAYS PLEASE LOVE JACK I’M EXCITED TO GET INVOLVED!!

[thewolfkrp-blog]

𝒫𝐿𝐸𝒜𝒮𝐸 𝒲𝐸𝐿𝒞𝒪𝑀𝐸  JACK FROST!

★ 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒶 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 ★ 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝓈𝒾𝒸𝓈 ★ 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓉

READ THEIR ONCE UPON A TIME:

“i’m bored.

it’s march already and winter is coming to an end and i don’t want it to. it’s gonna be summer and all my snow and ice will melt and i’ll feel like melting right along with it. it sucks! it used to be a lot more fun. i used to love summer all the time. now i can’t stand the heat.

the shop is pretty much dead in the winter and summer means that people will come in. the kids are okay i understand how excited they are for the cold and sweet. it’s their moms that are so weird. why bother getting ice cream if you’re gonna ask for low sugar? it’s ice cream! that’s like asking for candy made out of lettuce.

they don’t even get sprinkles on it. what’s the point??

fabletown is weird. new york is weird. at least the winters are actually cold though. i guess it could be worse. you’ll never find me down south. they call it winter there but a better name would be tolerable summer.”

★ 𝒯𝐻𝐸 𝒲𝒪𝐿𝐹 is a closed, literate, alternate universe KRP that focuses on the lives of Fables – individuals who are the characters of fairytales, storybooks, myths, folktales and legends – as they try to survive in New York City as they run from the dreaded Adversary. Follow the adventure as your most beloved characters fall into the depths and grits of life as a Mundy, betray each other’s trust and do whatever they deem necessary to win control over The Homelands. Now tell me…𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝒻𝓇𝒶𝒾𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝒾𝑔 𝒷𝒶𝒹 𝓌𝑜𝓁𝒻?

[astrobinn]

happy birthday rocky! i love you so much! stay healthy and have an amazing birthday!