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Have another silly thing while I draw out my comic (ă·. .)ă·


#hijack#frostcup#jack frost#rotg jack frost#how to train your dragon#httyd au#httyd rtte#jackstrid#?#httyd#rotg#my artz#my art#hiccup horrendous haddock lll#hiccup horrendous haddock iii#hiccup haddock#httyd hiccup#hiccup how to train your dragon#httyd astrid hofferson#httyd astrid#astrid hofferson
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sorry for the lack of regularly scheduled cringeposting lately. the fic is cooking
shitty jackstrid shenanigans under cut



#mine#hijack#frostcup#jackycup#jaccup#rotbtd#httyd#hiccup httyd#jack frost#rotg#astrid hofferson#astrid httyd#jackstrid
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okay hear me out
challengers except astrid is tashi, hiccup is art, and jack is patrick.
hiccup and jack can be interchangeable but this would be an excellent au I think.
#hiccstrid#hijack#jackstrid#rotbtd#httyd#hiccup#httyd 2#astrid#httyd 3#httyd thw#httyd headcanon#rotg#jack#jack frost#challengers#tashi duncan#art donaldson#patrick zweig
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i fell into another rarepair oh no
#jackstrid#jastrid#jack frost#astrid hofferson#rotbtd#rise of the brave tangled dragons#rise of the brave tangled dragon#art#my art
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I think these three would have fun together.
#random#rotbtd#rise of the brave tangled dragons#Jack Frost#Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III#Astrid Hofferson#Hijackstrid#Hijastrid#no idea if this ot3 already has a name#or if anyone else even likes it but oh well#Hijack#Frostcup#Hiccstrid#Jackstrid#Jastrid
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A Prince Remembers His Dragon || winterwonderjack
Golden scales glinted in the dying light of day that reached into the depths of the cavern. Â A keen blue eye flicked open, blinking away the embrace of sleep. Nearly hunting time. Â She stretched her legs out before her, sending a scatter of jewels and coins clinking.Â
 All at once, the motion stopped.  An all too familiar scent drifted towards her. Human.  The dragon lowered herself back to her hoard, senses now alert and focused towards the entrance to her cave.
But... something was different. Â The footfalls of the approaching enemy had no where near the practiced stealth that most hunters had. Â That fact alone had the dragon relax only just. Â A passerby, perhaps. In this case, waiting until they had carried on was her best option. Â No sense causing a stir when she's only just relocated to where she hoped would be a safer den.
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Jack had wandered too far away from the camp and now couldnât find his way back. He was starting to get scared as the sun set and the shadows among the trees grew bigger. An involuntary whimper escaped him as he looked around, clutching the hem of his shirt in his small hands.Â
 Thunder rumbled in the distance, making him jump, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. He was absolutely terrified of thunder! He whimpered again and took off at a run through the trees in a sudden panic.Â
 He kept running until he found a cave and then he stopped, looking at into the dark opening fearfully. Thunder erupted again, this time closer and louder and he jumped, letting out a small cry before he ran straight into the cave without another thought.Â
 He didnât make it too far into the cave before he tripped over a rock and rolled to the ground. And thatâs when he finally let himself cry, arms wrapped around his head protectively as the thunder continued to grow louder with each passing moment.Â
 âMaâŠmamaâŠâ he cried, tears falling from his tightly closed eyes.
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The dragon's head rose, curiosity now gleaming in turquoise eyes. She had heard those kinds of noises before- whimpers and pleas from the men who had dared to approach her. Â But these... sounded small. Juvenile.Â
 With a huff, the beast got to her paws and let out a low gurgle. Sand shifted as she made her way towards the small figure on the floor, watchful eyes checking on the entrance to her shelter. A deep inhale told her the small human was alone, piquing her interest even more.Â
 She slunk closer, slow and deliberate and paused a tails-length away, letting out a long breath of warm air. This hatchling posed no threat that she couldn't deal with quickly, and besides- the distress of the small creature tugged on something in her.
#winterwonderjack#t; a prince remembers his dragon#{we're bringing jackstrid back#YEAA}#{also for anyone curious the readmore just has past replies because we've written on other blogs and discord#so this is for our sanity}
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scrappy platonic jackstrid send post
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J A C K S T R I D // Frosted Axe
Jack Frost x Astrid Hofferson
Stuck in an unknown land after falling off her dragon while being ambushed by enemies, Astrid finds herself in the company of a strange... boy. If a boy could fly without a dragon and make snow out of magic.
Astrid tells herself she shouldnât be close with such a boy and gives him the cold shoulder. However the longer they travel together with her planning to find her way back home, the more the boyâs antics seem to grow in Astridâs heart. What more when it was revealed one night that he saved her from plummeting to death.
With enemies seeming to have a hold of this land, the two are left with no one else to trust but each other, and must do whatever it takes for Astrid to survive and come home.
#jackstrid#jastrid#Jack Frost#Astrid Hofferson#rotbtd#rise of the brave tangled dragons#rise of the brave tangled dragon#edit#my edit#my writing
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Roleswap with Jack as the Viking dragon-tamer. Starring Astrid and Toothless as themselves
âToothless! Time to take a little trip. You and I are going on vacation... Forever.â
Jackâs voice rings across the clearing. The basket of fish weighs heavily on his back, their stink no doubt soaking into his clothes, but the black-scaled dragon doesnât come running like usual when he catches the scent of food.
That should have tipped Jack off right away.
His eyes scan the cove, the deep shadows at the base of the tree, the slight crevice between the rocks. Toothless doesnât like to wait out in the open, heâs noticed over these past few weeks. The nightfury tends to stay out of sight until heâs sure it is Jack and not some intruder walking through the woods, so the fact that his best friend is nowhere to be seen isnât terribly concerning on its own.
But as the moments slip by and the big scaly kitten doesnât make himself shown... Jack feels a chill climb up his back.
âToothless?â he calls, setting the basket down with a relieved sigh. âCâmon out scaly-butt, Iâve got your favorite; Icelandic cod! I didnât even hide any eels in the basket this time, I swear!â
âWho are you talking to?â
Jack does not yelp. But he does jump, whirling on the spot to find a certain golden-haired shieldmaiden glowering at him. Menacingly. Silently praying to the gods that Toothless will stay out of sight a bit longer, he dons an easygoing smile.
âA-Astrid! Funny running into you here!â
Her icy glare sharpens. Jack tries not to focus on the axe in her hand.
âSo this is where youâve been sneaking off to.â She stalks towards him, and Jack is only just able to resist the urge to take a step back. âI knew you were up to something. Who is Toothless? Are they the person whoâs been training you?â
âWha- Training? Youâre joking, right?â
She seizes a fistful of the front of his tunic, yanking him down to her eye level with such a look that she could have frozen a rampaging monstrous nightmare in its tracks.
âDonât play dumb,â she spits. âHow else would you have gone from being the village hiccup to placing first in dragon training overnight?â
The word âhiccupâ stings. It does every time one of the villagers hurl the insult his way, and like every time he shrugs it off with a smirk.
âOh, you know, nothing special; I eat all my veggies, get eight hours every night, and toss Odin the odd prayer now and again. You might wanna try it sometime.â
Her fist tightens on his collar.
âHaddock, if you donât start taking this seriously,â she threatens, âI will hurt you.â
âYou can try,â Jack says. âBut I donât think Toothless is going to like that.â
Thatâs when she feels hot air on the back of her neck. As focused as she was on Jack, she hadnât noticed the giant shadow unfurl itself from the roots of the great tree that grows into the base of the cliff, nor did she notice when it came to loom over her, pupils narrowed into dangerously thin slits.
Slowly, she loosens her grip on Jackâs tunic and turns, careful not to make any sudden movements. Toothless glowers down at her. And when her eyes land on the furious dragon, he peels his lipless mouth back in a ferocious snarl.
âJack, get back!â
Before he can process what is happening Jack suddenly finds himself being shoved backwards, and Astrid standing protectively in front of him with her axe poised to strike. Toothless yowls, not liking the perceived aggression towards his human, and leaps at Astrid. With a snarl Astrid throws herself at the dragon. And Jack, reckless fool he is, gets between them.
âWait! Wait!â
Itâs mostly the surprise that lets him rip the axe from Astridâs hand and fling it to the ground. Toothless backs off as soon as Jack is between him and his target, but his eyes remain locked on the perceived threat and he continues to snarl and bare his fangs, even when Jack places his hands on Toothlessâs head and strokes him consolingly.
âHey hey hey, itâs okay,â he whispers soothingly to the dragon. âYou just scared her is all.â
He can feel Astridâs bewildered eyes on him, but he focuses on calming Toothless before he turns to her. Sheâs staring at him with a mix of shock, terror, and disgust. He canât say he expected any different.
âAstrid, meet my âtrainer,â Toothless.â He turns to the dragon, stroking his snout. âToothless, meet Astrid.â
Toothless snarls, showing off a mouthful of very sharp teeth.
Astrid turns on her heel and runs.
Jack and Toothless exchange a look. Then Jack smirks.
âToothless, fetch.â
Astrid has only just made it out of the crevice that leads into the cove when a shadow descends from the sky and pounces on her. She hits the ground hard but is only stunned, not torn limb from limb by the claws of the nightfury. Before she can recover, toothless jaws clamp on her leg and she is being dragged over rough dirt and rock and underbrush back where she came from. The dragon dumps her on the floor of the cove. Astrid reaches for the dagger on her belt but suddenly a weight drops down on her and sheâs pinned.
âJack!â she screeches as she thrashes beneath the weight of the nightfury. âGet this thing off of me right now!â
Jack smirks down at her from where heâs seated atop a moss-covered boulder. Maybe sheâs imagining, but she can swear the dragonâs wearing an identical smirk.
âNot until you promise you wonât tell anyone about Toothless,â he says.
âIâm not promising you anything!â
âAlright then. Toothless...â
Astrid goes still beneath the dragon. He wouldnât order the dragon to... Would he? His smirk widens, a devious glint in his eyes.
âGive âer a kiss.â
Astrid doesnât have time to process those words before a hot, wet dragon tongue slavers all over her face and hair. She clamps her mouth shut and resumes thrashing in earnest but is helpless against the onslaught of thick drool and fishy breath. Jackâs laughter rings in her ears and she swears she is going to throttle him the moment sheâs free!
âAright aright, thatâs enough scaly-butt. Let her breathe for a second.â
Toothless huffs and gives her one last broad-tongued lick before relenting. Astrid coughs and sputters and gasps for breath as she swipes saliva from her face.
âSo,â Jack says, and though her eyes are squeezed shut she can hear the shit-eating grin in his voice. âYou ready for more? Or do you promise to keep your mouth shut?â
âYes! Yes, I promise!â She canât take any more of that dragon breath. âJust get this thing off me!â
With a nod, Jack instructs Toothless to back off and the dragon lifts himself from his captive with a chortle. Jack slides smoothly from his perch and offers Astrid a hand. She takes it, reluctantly, and allows herself to be pulled up.
Then she punches him in the arm.
âOw!â
âYou are insufferable!â
With a huff, Astrid turns her back and stomps over to the pond. Jack rolls his eyes. Then his attention turns to Toothless. Toothless has gone rigid at the punch and only marginally relaxes when Astrid drops to her knees at the edge of the water. Jack places a hand on the nightfuryâs head, stroking him gently and whispering assurances while Astrid attempts to clean herself up.
âYouâre not going to get away with this, you know.â
He turns, fixing Astrid with a blank look. Sheâs not looking at him, she has water cupped in her hands, but he can see her glare reflected in the pool.
âYou canât keep him hidden forever. Your dadâs going to catch on eventually.â
Itâs only now that Jack realize she didnât hear everything after all.
âItâs a good thing Toothless and I are leaving then, isnât it?â
That grabs her attention. She turns to him, water dripping from her bangs and tunic sporting a large damp spot.
âYouâre leaving?â She stands, wiping her hands on the dry part of her top. âYouâre choosing a dragon over your own people?â
Jackâs voice is uncharacteristically cold as he says, âYou are not my people.â
Toothless warbles, pressing his head against Jackâs side. Even a man as large and formidable as Stoick the Vast can be knocked around by one of these creatures, and Jack is built like a twig, so Astrid marvels at the care and gentleness the dragon shows as it comforts the village hiccup.
âStill,â she says, hostility ebbing as a wisp of curiosity works its way to the surface. âYouâre a human. Why would you want to be with a dragon?â
âHow long do you have?â he asks. Then he turns to her and the sharp edge to his expression falters. Sheâs staring at him, brows furrowed, mouth pulled in a slight frown, and he realizes she genuinely doesnât understand. Turning to his partner, a thought forms. âI could show you.â
Astrid watches as he climbs atop the nightfuryâs back, and despite her own reservations she canât help being a little in awe. A beast of legend, feared by even the most hardened of Viking warriors, and Jackâs sitting on its back as though it were no more extraordinary than any farm animal. He offers a hand to her, and she finds herself frozen.
âCome on, Astrid,â Jack says, and that teasing smirk is gone, his eyes are genuine and hopeful. âHavenât you ever looked up and the sky and imagined what it would be like to fly?â
No, she hasnât. Sheâs always been grounded, focusing on whatâs right in front of her. Itâs just one of the many things that put her at odds with Jack, who walks around with his head in the clouds.
"Youâre serious?â she asks. His smile begins to falter, and before Astrid knows what sheâs doing sheâs taking his hand and climbing onto the dragon behind him. âOkay. So show me.â
âAlright, Toothless.â Sitting behind him, she canât see the smirk reappear on his face, or see the devious glint in his dragonâs eyes. âLetâs have some fun.â
Astridâs stomach sinks as those great black wings slowly unfurl.
And then another shriek is ripped from her throat as they shoot up into the air.
They pierce through the clouds, spin in the air, drop back down to the sea and swoop back up again. As the wild flight goes on Astrid becomes increasingly aware of another sound, just barely audible over her screams; laughter. Jack is enjoying this. If she werenât clinging so tightly to him for dear life she would smack him.
âCâmon Astrid, look!â he cries. âIsnât it amazing?â
"Iâm going to kill you when I get down!â
âSo whatâs my incentive to let you down?â
She opens her eyes to glare at him, and thatâs when she sees it. The world above the clouds. Sheâs seen countless sunsets on Berk, but not like this, not above an ocean of mist painted with hues of warm pinks and oranges and traces of purple. Already stars are beginning to dot the night sky as Sol draws her chariot beyond the horizon. Itâs almost as though theyâd flown into another realm, and without thought Astrid finds herself raising her hand to run her fingertips through the sun-painted mist above her head. To her great surprise, her fingers come away cold and wet, and despite herself a smile tugs at the corners of her mouth.
âYou can feel it, canât you?â Jack says, drawing her from her reverie. âUp here, with Toothless, I feel more right than I ever have in my life. When Iâm up here, I finally feel like myself.â
The clouds part beneath them and Astrid canât suppress a gasp as she sees Berk, her home, as sheâs never seen it before. Itâs so small, so beautiful. Astridâs arms, still wrapped around Jackâs waist, give a gentle squeeze, and she lowers her chin to his shoulder.
âI feel it,â she says, breathless. âThis is amazing... Heâs amazing.â
Toothless croons.
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They remain in the air until the sun sinks into the ocean and Maniâs chariot rises high in the sky. Toothless brings them around the north side of the island, where dense forests and rocky cliffs limit human exploration, but serve no barrier for someone riding on a dragon.
Astrid feels drained in a way she never has before. Even dragon training has never taken this much out of her. From the moment her feet touch solid ground she is able to take only a few wobbly steps before she collapses against the base of a large boulder, heart racing like sheâs just run a lap around the island. Jack takes a seat next to her while Toothless stretches out in the soft grass surrounding them.
âThis still doesnât feel real,â Astrid says after a long silence. Her eyes are on the shockingly docile dragon, watching as he rolls over onto his back to expose his smooth underbelly. âI keep expecting to wake up.â
Thereâs another beat of silence before she asks, âHow did... this happen?â
âWould you believe by sheer stupid accident?â Jack asks. At the look on her face, he says, âI was exploring the woods. Yâknow, avoiding Stoick. And Toothless here had stopped for a drink. I came up to the edge of the cove and just completely froze when I saw him there. I was so sure that if I moved or made any noise at all heâd notice me and Iâd be dead but... I was also kind of mesmerized.â
As he speaks, Jack withdraws a bit of metal from his pouch and Astrid is reminded of one of his little tricks he showcased in dragon training as he sends Toothless scrambling after a fleck of reflected moonlight.
âI didnât notice I was getting closer and closer to the ledge until I slipped. Nearly broke my neck. By the time I pulled myself from the dirt Toothless was standing over me, just... staring. I couldnât move, couldnât breathe. I thought that was it, but he just kind of sniffed me, and then he turned and flew away.â
Toothless catches up with the flek and Jack tilts the coin down so the light vanishes, to the poor dragonâs ire.
âWhy didnât he attack you?â Astrid asks.
âI wondered that too,â Jack answers. âAnd the next day I went back, only that time I brought a dagger with me. I hid in the crevice and waited, and eventually Toothless came back. Only this time, when I walked towards him, he started hissing and growling, and he didnât stop until I took the dagger I had and threw it in the pond.â
Thinking back, how did he expect to defend himself with a dagger in the first place?
âThatâs when I realized, he wouldnât attack me as long as he knew I wouldnât attack him. And then I realized other dragons were like that too. Feed a terrible terror and itâll curl up in your lap and let you pet it. Scratch a nadderâs chin and it goes limp. Gronkles, monstrous nightmares, all of them. Everything we think we know about them is wrong.â
Toothless bounces as Jack makes the light flek reappear and pounces for it, chirping in delight. Astrid watches, processing this new information.
â...We have to tell your dad.â
âNo.â
Jackâs answer is immediate and firm, and takes Astrid by surprise.
âJack, we have to tell people about this. If we show them that dragons can be trained-â
âAstrid, Stoickâs never listened to me a day in my life,â Jack says, sinking back against the boulder. âWhat makes you think heâd listen to me about this?â
âYou could show him,â she says. âLike you showed me.â
âOh yeah, thatâll go over well. âHey Stoick, would you mind coming with me for a sec? Where? Ah, I just want to take you for a lovely evening flight on the unholy offspring of lightning and death itself. No, I didnât fall off the roof again, why do you ask?ââ
Astrid punches him in the arm.
âIf he finds out about Toothless,â Jack continues, nursing his growing sore spot, âheâll kill him.â
Toothless pads over to the pair of them, crooning sadly as Jack reaches up to scratch his chin. The dragon purrs in delight, head fins trembling and eyes slipping shut as he relaxes into the boyâs touch.
âIf you donât,â Astrid says, âa lot more humans and dragons will die fighting each other.â
The slight smile that has been forming on Jackâs face falls.
â...Do you still want to leave Berk?â she asks.
âYes,â he answers, and then he bites his lip. âItâs the only way I can keep Toothless safe. And we belong together. I canât... I canât stay here after knowing what itâs like to be... To...â
âTo be free?â Astrid supplies, and Jack turns to her with wide eyes.
â...Yeah.â
Silence passes between them. In a matter of hours Astrid feels like sheâs aged years. She canât imagine how it must be for Jack, whoâs been harboring his dragon for weeks now.
âI wonât tell anyone,â she says at last. With a groan, she rises to her feet, stretching her arms overhead. Her spine gives a satisfying pop. âAs long as youâre on the island, that is. As soon as you leave Berk Iâm going straight to your dad and telling him everything.â
âYou in the market for another tongue bath?â
She glares down at him.
âIâm doing whatâs right,â she says. âI think you should be the one to tell him, but if you wonât, I will. And Iâll do whatever it takes to make him understand that thereâs a better way to end this war with the dragons.â
âToothless, I think she wants another tongue bath.â
âJack, for five seconds, be serious!â
âIâm being realistic.â Jack rises to his feet with graceful, feline movements. âIdeally, yes, it would be better if we could magically make Stoick and every other Viking agree to training the dragons instead of killing them. But therein lies the crux of the issue; theyâre Vikings. Why would they use patience or diplomacy on a problem when they can just hurl an axe at it?â
Astrid crosses her arms and fixes him with a stern look.
âWeâre not all that bad.â
âRemind me, how did you react when you saw Toothless?â
âI climbed on his back,â Astrid answers, âafter I realized he wasnât going to hurt anyone. Thatâs what we need to make everybody see.â
âItâs not that simple.â
âJack-â
A force against her back cuts her off. Suddenly she is being shoved forward into Jack. He hits the ground hard with Astrid atop him, pinning him. His eyes are wide and by the silvery light of the moon, Astrid can see how his cheeks ripen. Heâs really not like other Viking men, she thinks as her own cheeks grow warm. Thereâs a sort of delicacy to him considered ill-suited to their men, but Astrid finds she appreciates it. Heâs gentle. And that gentleness is the very reason he was able to accomplish what no Viking before him has.
Toothless makes a gonking noise that almost sounds like laughter.
âSee?â Astrid says, trying to sound calmer than she feels. âEven your dragon doesnât want you to leave.â
Jack cranes his head to fix a glare on the nightfury.
âTraitor.â
Toothless lowers his head and swipes his tongue across Jackâs forehead.
âStay,â Astrid says. âHelp me end the war. You know dragons; I know people. Between the two of us we can convince everyone.â
Jack says nothing.
âPromise youâll stay or Iâm not letting you up.â
âWhy Astrid-â His voice gains a teasing edge. â-I had no idea you felt that way about me.â
âDonât make me hurt you.â
Jack sighs, but finally, he relents.
âFine! Iâll stay, just... Just let me be the one to break the news to Stoick. Heâll just get madder if he learns about Toothless from you and not me.â
Satisfied, Astrid pulls herself up, and then offers Jack a hand as well. Heâs so light it hardly takes any effort. And as soon as heâs on his feet she throws another weak punch at his shoulder.
âDo you want me to stay or not!?â
âThat was for the tongue bath,â Astrid say, fixing him with a glare that lasts barely a moment before it melts away. And then she seizes him by the collar once more, pulling him near as she plants a swift peck on his cheek. âAnd thatâs for... the rest of it.â
She runs off before he can respond, say something sarcastic or obnoxious or... Astrid can feel her ears growing warm.
Unfortunately, she remembers that she has an entire island she needs to cross to get back home and is forced to turn back. She finds Jack right where she left him, frozen to the spot with a blush that runs from the tips of his ears down to his neck. Toothless warbles, smiling toothlessly.
Both teensâ faces are bright red the entire flight back.
#fanfic#fanfiction#rotg#rise of the guardians#Jack Frost#or Jackson Overland I guess?#he's human but he's not really named Overland#httyd#how to train your dragon#Astrid Hofferson#Jastrid#Jackstrid#I have no idea what this ship name is#Jack's not a very vikingish name but eh whatever#makes it clear who the character is#and I don't think it's that odd for him to still pick the name Toothless for a toothless dragon#considering he named a mini tooth fairy Baby Tooth#does this count as rotbtd?#it only has two of those elements in it...#stuff I wrote
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Nope it's Jackstrid; hehe, oops. Idk where Hiccup went. I'll probably make this a two part because hijackstrid is quickly becoming my new favorite.
I obviously still need a lot of practice so like I said, feel free to send some requests my way.
Comments and helpful tips are also nice, I know I'm not the greatest at art.
#GODDAMMIT RED#constructive critism I mean#like what do you guys think?#jackstrid#fanart#hijackstrid#maybe#what's in the box Astrid#I was gonna make her dress pink but then I was like nah#it's Christmas not spring#plus the bow matches#I suck at coloring#ugh this is shitty and horrible#why am I posting this#its all blurry for some reason#portalofangst
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Again, I stole templates for these. I can't draw faces or bodies, but I love to work with colors. The second one came from deviantart and the person's url is in the middle of the image. I only changed the smallest of details so the picture is really all hers. She deserves all the credit. I just traced it and colored it. Hope you guys like my Jackstrid pictures.
jackfrostsnowday These are what else I've been working on all week.
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Hereâs the final edit~! I still need to work on my coloring⊠But eh. *shrugs*
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HELP I HAVE JACKSTRID FEELS AND I CAN'T GET UP~
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