#but then not necessarily jack frost

[not-poignant]

here i am to shower you in compliments!!!! 🌧️🌧️🌧️🌧️🌧️🌧️🌧️

i started with your fae tales works (probably like a lot of your readers) and since then have been obsessed with everything you write. you are my go-to read when i need a reprieve from boredom, a reminder to be strong when i'm struggling, or just some plain old comfy comfort. your characters have stuck with me for years now and will probably always hold a special place in my heart. when im sad i often just think of gwyn and augus relaxing in nature and being goofy-happy together, or ef and arden playing with a cute dog, or pitch and jack jamming to some music in their home together while pitch makes dinner. thank you truly does not feel like enough!

now here is a potentially dumb and/or already asked question: of all of the many many characters that you have written (and their many different iterations), is there one that you identify with the most? this might be too silly of a question, so feel free to just douse yourself in the compliments shower and ignore the rest :)

Hi hi anon!

This ask makes me so happy, just... *flails happily* also that you're able to reach for my writing at different times, and different characters for different reasons. AHHHH thank you!!! Thank you for reading as well :D I consider myself showered!

(Also for your asked question, tbh I don't really know! It tends to be whoever I'm writing at the time, and then I sort of...move onto the next characters. There is no real 'most' though, I don't like to put too much of myself into any one MC, because I'm not a writer who enjoys self-inserts (like to the point where I don't want any of my video game characters to be based on me or to look like me in video games) - as a result, they all kind of get a similar amount of 'a bit like me' and therefore I kind of relate to them all on a similar level.

There's been ones I haven't related to as much, which to some degrees is probably Mosk, Flitmouse and Connor, but otherwise I don't really want to relate to them too much. So it's more like... 'I have to relate to them due to writing their emotional states and relating helps' - so I relate most to whoever's emotional state I'm writing at the time :D )

[incogrio]

christmas, don't be late

SYNOPSIS: in which keeping christmas presents a secret is especially hard for yeonjun

pairing: yeonjun x gn!reader word count: 1.1k+ warnings: none, maybe slightly annoying reader, probably ooc yeonjun

AUTHORS NOTE: this fic was actually really fun and easy to write! lately i've been getting kinda annoyed w yeonjun fics because everyone writes him as a cool, macho guy, but he is also super silly!! he's a silly guy!!! so i wanted to show the silly guy some love. when i am writing this, my jack frost fic just went up, so i hope you guys like that fic :)) does anyone actually read these authors notes btw? LMAO, i might do a fic w an enha member bc i'm more into enha than txt, soooo maybe??? idk!! okay thats it, im yapping, love u!

as millions of people knew all around the world, yeonjun was great at many things. he was great at dancing, singing, being kind, hardworking, and empathetic. 

one thing he was never good it, however, was lying. while he didn’t necessarily find himself wishing he could deceive others well on a day to day basis; the closer it got to christmas, he wished he could. 

the first hurdle of the holidays was figuring what exactly you wanted. new clothes? a new watch? jewelry? they all seemed mediocre at best, and yeonjun knew he deserved significantly better than mediocre. 

then, as though sent from the gods above, you suddenly gained an interest in painting. at first, you simply mentioned liking painting videos on youtube, then, he’d catch you drawing little sketches of your environment. the final straw was when you bought yourself a set of 50 tiny paint tubes for less than five dollars. yeonjun was supportive, of course, and your paintings were beautiful, but he knew you deserved the most expensive paint in the world, with the highest quality canvas money could buy. more more than your printer paper, and dollar tree supplies. that’s when he finally jumped over the first hurdle of the holidays. 

now, the second hurdle, was keeping it a secret. at first, it was sort of easy for him. he would simply close his tabs when you came near, and made sure to avoid the topic of getting you art supplies whenever it arose. 

“junnie, what are you up to?” you asked, walking up behind him and his computer. the speed in which you watched him close all of his tabs was akin to superhuman.

“ahh, nothing…” he muttered, before turning around in his office chair and throwing you a charming, lopsided grin. he’d decided the best way to get your mind off his secretiveness, was to be seductive. so, he grinned, he looked you up and down, he bit his lip. 

safe to say, you weren’t too focused on his tabs that night. 

but, there’s only so much sex a man can have before his man gets suspicious. and, with the packages beginning to come in, hiding them from you was becoming harder and harder. 

the first package to arrive was your easel. he’d asked countless people and read countless reviews to make sure he got you the sturdiest, most functional, aesthetically pleasing easel. 

he was lucky when the package arrived and you were at work, but unlucky when he realized it came completely in pieces, and he would rather die than have you waiting over his shoulder as he struggled to build it on christmas day.

“i’ll just…. build it now! it shouldn’t be too hard.” oh yeonjun. what a fool you are.

you came home to him with his head in his hands, an instruction manual on the floor and seemingly random wooden parts strewn throughout the living room. 

“jun, what…” he cut you off, immediately jumping up and covering your eyes.

“yah!” he shouted, “don’t look! don’t!”

“i didn’t! i didn’t see!”

“be honest now.”

“i am!”

“promise?”

“pinky promise.”

“then go away!”

the next time he allowed you into the living room, a large blanket was hanging over the easel, blocking you from seeing the shape of it. you walked out, eyeing the gift suspiciously.

“keep moving mister! nothing to see here!” he exclaimed, gesturing you through the house like an airplane marshal.

when the second package arrived, a large pack of multiple canvases, it was significantly easier to hide. he simply wrapped the box in wrapping paper, and shoved it under the tree.

“baby, what’s in the box?” you asked during dinner, feigning innocence.

“hm? what… box?” yeonjun responded, picking at his food nervously. 

“you know what box.”

“haha! i don’t!! let’s have dessert!”

slowly, you knew you were breaking him down, softening him up. you were in bed together, after secretly putting some of his gifts under the tree.

“junnie…” you mutter, putting on a bit of a soft tone. “tell me what’s under the tree… and i’ll tell you what i got you!”

his only response was turning away from you and your charms, shoving a pillow over his head and loudly singing ‘lalalalalala!!’ for five minutes straight. 

finally, when the paint arrived, he felt relieved. the other gifts would be easier to hide, being small jewelry and clothes, so this would be the last of the big gifts he’d have to wrap. 

he felt so relieved, that a few days later, he was casually speaking to you about your gifts without even realizing it. 

“i ran out of paint today right in the middle of a new landscape!” you whined, grabbing a cold water from the fridge.

“ah, well, it’s good that i-,” he paused. his stomach flipped. he stared at the wrapped gift and almost felt it stare back at him. wrapped. gift. it was wrapped for a reason! he can’t go around revealing gifts just a few days before christmas!

“that i… um… saw… a bird…” 

“what?”

“bird.” he blurted out, before covering his mouth and dashing to the bedroom to hide.

so when christmas finally arrived, yeonjun was as happy as a five year old would be. he woke you up at five am, practically bouncing off the bed as he dragged you to the living room. within the next two seconds, all three of your main gifts were shoved into your lap. 

“open!” he said, the balls of his cheeks high as he beamed at you. 

you slowly and carefully peeled the wrapping paper off, partially to make him impatient, and just as you were about to reveal up your gift, “it’s paint! the best paint in the world!” he blurted out, practically shaking at the excitement of no more secrecy. 

“i see! thank you, junnie! i love it. here, you open one of mine ne-“

“no! you go, go go go!”

you chuckled, grabbing the giant, blanket covered one and shoving it off. 

a second before you could process what it was, yeonjun shouted again.

“it’s an easel!” 

you began laughing at his absurdness. “wow yeonjun! thank you so much! this is so thoughtful. should i open this now?”

he beamed, momentarily trying to contain his excitement by biting his lip, and nodded.

you peeled the wrapping off extra slow, watching him get more squirmish and impatient. 

finally, before taking the last bit of wrapping paper off, you paused. you leaned back, looking at your excited boyfriend.

“go on,” you softly commanded.

“it’s a pack of canvases! i did a lot of research, made sure i got the very best…” he rambled, going on about reviews and critics whilst you gazed at him. once you had finished exchanging gifts, yeonjun quite literally collapsed on the couch, letting out a relieved sigh.

“i hate secrets.”

you chuckled. “at least i know you could never cheat.”

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[lurkingshan]

your top 5 good finales of BL (not necessarily of 2023)?

This is such a hard question since most shows have mid to weak finales, but I did come up with five from shows I watched this year (though not all originally aired this year).

I Cannot Reach You

If you haven't watched this jbl yet, please do so immediately. It's on Netflix now in most regions. Truly a perfect friends to lovers narrative that is so smart about the tropes it deploys, and sometimes subverts. The finale left the relationship in such a strong place, paid off the sexual tension in a way most jbls don't, and did one of my favorite trope subversions of the whole show.

La Pluie

I know some of y'all complained about the pacing of this finale but I gotta say, you're just wrong. We needed to see Tai make his long slow journey to work through his own bullshit and be the one to find Patts and finally use his words. It was a fitting end, an important conclusion to Tai's character arc, and a final exclamation point on the show's themes.

Jack O' Frost

I love love love this underappreciated jbl about the lies, big and small, that we tell in relationships and how they affect trust, and I love that its message was ultimately that it is worth sticking it out with someone you love even if they have disappointed you. Ritsu's realization that he had also been dishonest, even if not on the same scale as Fumiya, and his realization of how much joy and confidence the relationship brought him, opened a door for him to see his way to forgiveness.

Wedding Plan

THE GAYS WON!!! Yiwa told her parents to fuck off and eloped with Marine. Sailom was freed from his fake wedding and any expectations that he would ever marry a woman. Nuea got the love and devotion he deserved. And we got a beautiful story about finding the bravery to live an honest life and rebuilding your family with the people you can trust. Such a beautiful show.

What Did You Eat Yesterday?

This show originally aired in 2019, but I watched it for the first time this year, and its first season has one of the best final episodes of all time. The show is slice of life but there is an ongoing relationship arc playing out across the season, and the season finale pays it off beautifully, with Shiro and Kenji experiencing a moment of emotional catharsis that was so well-earned. Not sure anything will ever top it.

Ask my top 5 anything in bl

[guardian-of-fun-times]

Jack Frost is a social butterfly and you can expect that to carry over to your sex life. It’s not necessarily a problem that he talks, but it might make you giggle hearing him try to finish his sentences between loud ragged breaths and whimpers when you bounce and grind on his dick. It seems that he needs to tell you how good you feel as if his desperate moans weren’t enough. He'll tell you how good your pussy feels; how beautiful are; how much he loves you. He'll want your validation too! He adores being praised, so much that it's a kink of his. He wants you to say his name and tell them how badly you want his cum. Don’t worry if you can’t keep up with his incoherent blubbering mess because he'll mostly do it to keep himself from cumming too soon. Take comfort in knowing that when you both cum, you’ll have a few minutes of silence before he starts reminiscing about how hot it was.

[pickypickypeak]

I am curious what your take is on this "star boy the shape shifter" after seeing your nice reply to that clown. Even if the idea remained I have a funny feeling about it in my spirit.

Thank you for the ask!! People will cling on anything just to hate on another Disney movie (without even watching it nor caring about Disney in the first place lol), they think it makes them look cool I guess?

Honestly, I like the concept of human Star. I know we don’t know for sure if he was gonna be a love interest, even though the demo version of At All Costs strongly makes me think so. Even having him as a platonic friend to Asha, not necessarily a love interest, had potential in my opinion, but an old fashioned love story would have been nice for the Disney 100th (we arguably don’t have one since Tangled). Especially the shapeshifting part would have been so fun to see in animation! I’m imagining some sort of fusion between Maui and Jack Frost lmao

HOWEVER, unlike some people who, clearly, are just in love with the aesthetic of it and were searching for yet another reason to sh*t on Disney, I’m not PISSED at the writers for changing that. First of all I’m pretty satisfied with what we got: as I said previously, I definitely don’t consider Wish the BEST Disney movie, but still a quite enjoyable one with nice characters, animation, and music. Secondly, we don’t know the full original story, we don’t even know if they had one when Starboy was considered. Maybe it didn’t work, maybe they were just exploring ideas and some concepts of him as a human were made. It’s not like this is the first time a cool scrapped concept appears in an art book lol, Disney art books are filled with those.

Also, I feel like people need to understand that it’s perfectly fine to say “you know what this would have been cool. I’m making a fic/fanart/headcanon” instead of immediately going “oh my goddd!!! this would have been SO much cooler than the actual movie, which I haven’t seen, based on this specific scrapped concept art and some ai art I’ve seen on tiktok!!!” I know it’s not EVERYONE acting this way but, sorry, most complaints I’ve seen are coming from these people lol. Fortunately I’ve also seen a few comments from people who genuinely wonder what the movie would have been like if they went with Starboy without making tragedies, as well as people making fanarts out of creativity and not hate for the actual movie (which is not deserved come on. You can dislike it ofc but it’s not some immoral monster like some people paint it).

So that said, I’m glad people are having fun exploring concepts and making fanarts, I’m all for it! Long post but I took an opportunity to express all my thoughts on the topic lol

[library-fae]

i do not necessarily care for christmas HOWEVER i do have favourite christmas movies are they as follows:

1. violent night (2022)

its santa

but he's an ex-viking

he has a hammer called skullcrusher

he swears

and kills people

convinced my parents to watch it last night

2. die hard (1988)

solidly good movie

did not start the test of time

you can tell its from the 80s

me and dad watch it ever year

3. rise of the guardians (2012)

do i have a thing for santa vikings?

honestly this one scared me as a kid

but its a good movie

brilliant animation

4. the santa claus 3: the escape claus (2006)

this is my favourite of the franchise

jack frost is a banger villain

also there's sarcastic child elves

5. nativity! (2009)

bit annoying but has charm

basically school of rock but its bilbo baggins and christmas

6. the bible (??? AD)

good premise

hard to read

liked the one about the four horsemen

[deinotname]

RotG (Rise of the Guardians) Fanfic Idea:

We keep on to RotG (Rise of the Guardians) with Jack Frost (mostly the movie world, not the books, as they are less known from what I know). This story idea is actually meant to be a short one-shot, the third of a whole collection of one-shots I called “The cruel thing about believing” (“Lo Cruel de Creer” in Spanish). The collection is supposed to be about adventure stories or experiences that somehow always relate Jack and the rest of the Guardians to the 300 years Jack spent in solitude.

There are a number of facts I have written elsewhere, and that in theory would apply to the entire collection (so you can know what bases to work with and which facts to implement or explain in the corresponding one-shot). And if anyone is interested, they can ask me (or not) to share that list with them as well. With all that in mind, here is the third story (idea):

❄️ When you face the light:

A mission to stop an evil spirit ends badly, because Jack, who knows better than the Guardians how these specific spirits work, separates himself from the group in order to set a trap. Bunny finds him later, while Jack is fighting, and starts to complain to Jack for separating himself. Their discord causes the spirit to escape. The others find him later and scold both of them: North makes a comment to Jack about thinking that Jack had learned since last time, and that they, the Guardians, were supposed to work as a team (i.e., referring to the last time they know of that Jack went off on his own, before Easter. The Egg Massacre event). After the others leave (heading to the Pole, so they can talk about how to chase the spirit now), Jack, instead of leaving with them immediately, stays in the moonlight, feeling judged. He then escapes into the Arctic and makes a dome of thick, dirty ice that blocks out the light, leaving him in darkness.

It includes a series of thoughts about his loneliness. Despite not having wanted loneliness for so long, he is used to being alone and working alone.

When he manages to calm down, Jack looks at the ice and remembers his confrontation and his conversation with Pitch, about how darkness (nightmares) and cold work well together.

“They often say that darkness is bad, but for Jack, darkness was the only comfort when he felt judged by the light.”

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And that's all the ideas I have for this collection! After this I have ideas for other Jack Frost stories, but they are not necessarily part of the plan for this one-shot collection.

[mammonsrockstargf]

stop i never realized your love for gojo makes so much sense with the context of knowing you love mammon. i followed you from your old account, i joined initially for mammon but i am so glad you love jjk too. like even putting the blue eyes and white hair aside… they both have that same clingy energy. they’re objectively powerful but simultaneously powerless the moment you stop paying attention to them. i do think gojo is smarter than mammon but not necessarily because mammon is dumb, but because gojo’s kind of a little nerd boy teehee. even then, they both are way more intelligent than what they portray. like they put up a front but mammon pretends he’s a scary demon who hates everyone and gojo pretends he’s just a friendly little guy. which are both technically true but we also know they’re way more complex than they want us to think. which is sad cause i guess both of these stem from their insecurities and inability to be vulnerable so it, intentionally or not, makes them way lonelier. lonelier in the sense that they don’t allow anyone to know them—to truly know them. luckily for mammon he’s in a game where the entire purpose is to create a bond with him and help him… which leads to him witnessing the person he learns to love dying by the hands of one of his brother’s… okay so maybe he’s not luckier. omg you know, attic belphie and geto might have something in common lmao. that is besides the point, and now that i think about it, i’m not quite sure what my point was. gojo and mammon both are little goofy guys with very similar trauma responses and they both just cannot catch a break jesus christ

nonnie 🥹🥹🥹

hi, i’m so glad you’re still here. <33333

i agree that there’s definitely a pattern to why i like them both so much (apart from the white hair… i’ll let you know i was obsessed with jack frost when i was 12)

first of all i like my men a little dumb. not stupid but like… heart-eyed puppy men who only have eyes for you. box checked. ✅ (although mammon definitely gives more jock than satoru, but they’re both smart in their respective fields when they want to be)

but aaah. they’re both just so tragic and sad and lonely and i want to kiss their face and hug them and compliment them till their ears fall off.

also the new question thingy with gege about satoru. 🥹🥹🥹 fuck that, i’m gonna give him a happy ending in my fic. (well, i did not… but i will next time!)

but yes. they’re so alike. and i need to kiss them both on the nose. at least fifty times each. i’ll kiss you too, nonnie. on the nose. 150 fifty kisses for you three.

[herbalsingularitea]

Scott Calvin, Santafication, and why Jack was able to take the coat but Simon wasn’t

This is hc based on my own created lore to help explain some of the many plot holes Disney has punched into tsc

Other hc/lore linked on my pinned masterpost!

SO. To start off, lemme explain Aelfs. The Panes (Olde Aelfs) are a near-immortal race of elves that are a different species from Common Elves (the elves that build toys in the North Pole). They typically grow as tall as humans and have similar builds to humans. They are all marked by three distinct features: high magical ability greater than any other magical creature (besides legendary figures), pointed ears, and albinism. A unique magical ability they possess is to pool their consciousnesses into a collective, what they call the ‘celestial plane’. In modern times, most have already chosen to leave the mortal plane altogether and ascend to the celestial plane where they are all connected in a great collective. The last remaining Aelfs on the mortal plane at the start of The Santa Clause were the Santa before Scott, and Jack Frost.

Saint Nicolas, a jolly, fat Aelf who had an affinity for humans, was the first Santa. He loved human children especially and saw the potential power in the belief of human children, whose magic went untapped until they grew into adults and lost their magic altogether. He convinced Common Elves to help him create toys to stimulate the creativity and magic of human children so that he and the other elves could collect that magic for themselves. While this was initially how he got the Common Elves to help him, they eventually grew to love human children and continued the mission purely out of good will and love just as Saint Nicolas did.

Saint Nicolas longed to be joined with others of his kind in a collective but did not want to abandon his mission or risk passing it to someone who wouldn’t treat it with the same care as he would. He decided to pass on his mission to another Aelf and join a celestial collective, but not on the celestial plane with all the other Panes. He made his own separate Santa plane that hovers between the celestial plane and the mortal plane and tied it to the Aelf who he decided to become the next Santa. That Aelf then took on the features of Saint Nicolas (long beard, fat, jolly disposition) in a process called Santafication because his physical body was still in the mortal plane, but his spirit was tied to Saint Nicolas in the Santa plane. Each subsequent Santa would then join him in the Santa plane and pass the mantle onto a new Aelf.

The Santa before Scott Calvin, an Aelf named Kallon, was the last Aelf on the mortal plane besides Jack Frost. Saint Nicolas could not abide having Jack take on the mantle of Santa, not because he isn’t suited necessarily, but because he already has a job and isn’t truly an Aelf anyways. Jack was a creation by Mother Nature who admired the Panes and wanted to use their species as a blueprint to create her own legendary figure. So while Jack is biologically an Aelf, he wasn’t born of one and didn’t grow up in their culture. Also, because of his legendary status Jack would never be able to join a collective and leave the mortal plane. Saint Nicolas saw this as dangerous, as one individual being Santa forever and never passing it on could lead to corruption.

It was decided then that the title of Santa should go to another creature. After much debate, the Santa collective agreed on Scott Calvin as their heir. Scott, like the Santas before him, then took on some features of Saint Nicolas, but he also took on some general Aelf features as well (albinism and magic prowess) although he kept his round human ears.

Jack, bitter about not being chosen to be the next Santa, believed that a human shouldn’t take the mantle of Santa and it should stay within the species. While he already didn’t like humans in general, he grew to resent Scott especially. The coat, how Saint Nicolas’ spirit is officially passed on, allowed Jack to become Santa in The Santa Clause 3 however, because it recognized his Aelf magic and clung to it, assuming him to be heir even though he was not chosen by Saint Nicolas. This has technically happened before when a rogue Aelf named Teeku took the coat forcefully from a Santa, brutally killed him, and then became Mad Santa.

A good spirited Aelf named Lufodo was approached by Bernard (who was guided by Saint Nicolas) and asked to help defeat Mad Santa and take the coat back so Christmas spirit could thrive again. After a bloody war, Lufodo killed Teeku and became the next Santa, restoring the spirit of Christmas as Saint Nicolas intended.

Because Simon Choksi is human, it didn't matter that he was just as unsuited to the role of Santa as Jack was. He was human so the coat was never going to submit to him without Saint Nicolas specifically telling it to. The coat submits to Scott only because he has the blessing of Saint Nicholas.

Scott never goes through desantafication with the Mrs Clause or after retirement. He will always be touched by the spirit of St Nicholas and so will always have albinism, be fat, and have a jolly disposition.

[nosenipped]

❛ @froznspirit﹕ 028. in a dimly lit library , hidden amongst the books .

from   SETTING  PROMPTS   ﹐     still  accepting﹗   ৻ꪆ  ˊ˗

bathed   in   quietude    ﹙⠀…⠀﹚    soaked   in   rays   of   nascent   afternoon   light.    atmosphere   of   speckled   dusts   accumulated   by   awaiting   stories,    shelved   neatly   amongst   arendellian   ledges.    flakes   of   frost   peppered   ‘cross   landscape,    landing   onto   unsuspecting   library   visitors.

nestled   within   the   farthest   corner,    sat   jack    ┄┄       though   not   necessarily   bothered   by   the   crowd   bustling   outside,    it’s   simply   one   of   those   days   where   he   valued   alone   time.    hood   draped   over   harbinger's   crown,    hunched   over   a   book.

twinetender   laid   to   rest   beside,    standing   upright﹔    acting   as   a   vigilant   watcher,    ready   to   alert   it's   comrade   to   action.    wind—chime   chuckles   spew   from   chapped   lips,    breathing   cold   exhales   into   their   surroundings,    the   book   he'd   been   reading   seemed   to   provide   an   adequate   entertainment.

a   considerable   feat﹔    for   someone   like   himself.    ＂els﹗    check   it   out,    you've   just   got   a   new   kinda   folklore,＂   calling   for   the   attention   of   his   companion,    index   gesturing   to   a   paragraph   scrawled   in   norwegian,    cheeky   grin   curled   onto   their   brims.

[bengiyo]

Jack o' Frost Ep 1 Stray Thoughts

I hope this doesn't spell the end of MBS contributing to BL on Fridays since this show is only 6 episodes. Still, we head into a trope I don't always enjoy: amnesia.

Oof, starting at a breakup. Okay, drama.

Oh no: another Ritsu. I can't take anymore right now.

Incredible how much costuming, hair, makeup, expression, and posture can change how someone looks. I would have necessarily clocked Fumiya as Katori from Takara and Amagi.

We're already running.

There is a gray pallor covering this show.

I wonder if any of this is scary for Ritsu, seeing as he doesn't remember anything yet. It's also going to be tough on Fumiya, because he's caring for someone he had been falling out of love with.

"And they were roommates."

He needs to explain what happened to Ritsu, because he was very confused about the bed. I don't think Fumiya realizes yet how little Ritsu recalls.

I think I struggle with amnesia plots because it feels like a perversion of second chance romance, which I love dearly. The amnesiac isn't behaving like they were before the event, and are we rooting for them to remember or not?

I like that Ritsu is an artist. Using his innate talent gives me hope about where this goes.

Suzuki Kosuke's face journey when he realized Ritsu didn't remember him was appropriately complicated.

I'll admit the show has piqued my interest, but I remain cautious.

[nancypullen]

Halloween Eve

I haven't posted much about my excitement over Halloween. I figured everyone is sick of hearing me talk about it. But never, ever doubt that I'm counting the hours until the streets are filled with happy children, generous adults, and the pure magic that is All Hallow's Eve.

Our holiday here in Maryland looks different than it did in Tennessee. There, I'd decorate the yard and porch and my sweet friend Vicky would come over. We'd spend the evening laughing and handing out candy to kids. We did that together for twenty years. Here in Maryland the mister and I get to walk around the grandgirl's neighborhood with her, and let me tell you, it is fun. Her neighborhood does Halloween right, it reminds me of the Halloweens of my childhood. Hordes of children running house to house in costume, laughing, screaming from minor scares, and having the best time. Adults walk along behind, talking, laughing, and enjoying the fun. It's safe, it's wholesome, and it's absolutely delightful. I'm really excited about our Halloween! We've been watching Halloween shows together, so sharing the big night together is only right. She really enjoyed the dipped strawberry ghosties I made the last weekend.

Two things will make this Halloween fabulous - it's supposed to be chilly and we get to bring the grandgirl home with us. She's got no school on November 1st (smart school) and what better place to spend a free day than at Grancy's house? Autumn is really showing off around here and I couldn't love it more. No matter which window I pass in this house, I get a beautiful view of jewel tones.

Our bedroom...

the kitchen...

the grandgirl's room...

my craft room...

isn't it wonderful?

Of course, I brought in plenty of pumpkins and mums. They are CHEAP up here!

Geez, of course I left a milk jug on the porch when I snapped that photo. I'd just watered the mums, got distracted, and now it's part of history. This one is messy too - the shadow of my big head, leaves everywhere before they were raked up. I don't care, it just screams FALL!

Those big pots of mums? Most of them were four dollars. Some of them were just two dollars! There's a guy just down the road who grows them for commercial sales but he also lets locals purchase from him. Last Saturday he marked all of the four dollar mums down to two dollars so I went back for more!

These six pots were just $12 total! Those pink Sheffield mums will be planted in the front garden. They're gorgeous.

I replaced the summer impatiens with mums and now Sassafras Woods is dressed for the season.

Everywhere I go around town is a feast for the eyes.

Turning onto our little street is a treat, too.

And when I pull into our driveway, get out of the car, and look up...it's dazzling!

I just can't get enough. I believe Lucy Maud Montgomery gave Anne of Green Gables the best words for it.

The only thought that makes it possible to loosen my grip on October and autumn is the promise of a cold, snowy winter. Maryland doesn't necessarily promise that, but the Farmers' Almanac is giving me hope. Autumn is still my first love, but a frosty winter is some comfort while I mourn the end of all of this glorious color. Come on, Jack Frost, glitter my world!

But I'm getting ahead of myself, I can't worry about the winter forecast when my high holiday is just hours away. I can't wait to frolic with the kids and listen to their shouts of glee while they enjoy their big night. I'll wear my witch hat, a big fake witchy nose, and this sweatshirt.

Would you believe that I have a job interview in the morning? Yep, when I received the email inviting me for an in-person interview I was given a choice of two days and Halloween felt lucky. It may be hard for me to contain my excitement

Again, they should probably know who they're dealing with up front. I mean, I won't wear my witch hat or anything...yet. That's what's happening around the Pullen Patch right now. I'm trying to act normal while Halloween is just hours away, I get to spend it with my favorite little witch, and I'm trying to hold on to every last bit of the gorgeous color and fluttering leaves. I have nothing against November, but let's all admit that it represents the end of autumn and the start of a lot of work for women. I'm already tired from cooking Thanksgiving dinner and decorating the Christmas tree and I haven't started yet. The scariest thing you'll hear on Halloween is that Christmas is just 55 days away.

I've purchased four small gifts so far. I am way behind. Way behind. This may be the year everyone gets socks. Who doesn't like a nice, soft pair of socks? Gahhh, I'm old. Anyway, I hope that wherever you are you are cooking up some Halloween fun. If answering the door every five minutes and passing out candy isn't your style, I highly recommend popping popcorn and watching a favorite scary movie. Sleepy Hollow with Johnny Depp is one of my favorites. I also find joy in some of the good ol' Disney favorites like Halloweentown or The Worst Witch. Not scary, just fun. Whatever you're doing when the veil thins on Halloween night, I hope it makes your heart sing.

Sending out so much love on this beautiful fall evening. Stay safe, stay well, and have FUN! XOXO, Nancy

[drama-glob]

can you imagine J from murder drones playing as e aster bunnymund from rise of the guardians shouting "we should never have trusted you!" to uzi playing as jack frost?

I don't think J would necessarily ever trust Uzi and vice versa, but I can definitely picture her saying that.

[frostcorpsclub]

Name: Jasmine Angelina Frost

Nickname(s): Jaz, Angel, Minnie 

Main Ability: Freezing Kiss- The user's kiss can be used to freeze another being, creature, or possibly object via kiss. This kiss could cause them to freeze to death, be frozen solid, suffer frostbite or possibly turn to ice. This power is often deadly and is usually always active. (Source: Superpower wiki)

Personality: As mentioned in his bio, her favorite brother Jeremy may seem like the odd one out at times but Jasmine is the true black sheep of the Frost family. From a young age she found herself connecting to her parents' victims in a way that no one else in the family had. Their pleas for mercy and appeals to emotion with descriptions of their loved ones did not fall on deaf ears. It wasn't that she necessarily understood why what they were doing was wrong at that age but she knew what pain was and that nobody deserved to go through it. Hearing it and the way they would talk about these poor people while it was happening, before, after, it made her stomach hurt. She decided one day that she was never going to hurt a soul and has been an outcast every day since. This lifestyle choice was made around the same time that she was discovering her gender identity so for some time most of the animosity between her and her father wasn't focused on her lack of bloodthirst. It did come in to things, one of Jack's many weak coping theories was that she only "wanted to be a girl" to take the weight of the expectations the boys had off of her shoulders. Eventually, she was able to get him to understand things from her perspective. Which gifted her a new problem. Before her siblings would be dismissive of any small attempts to get them to see their wrongdoing now Jack does it too. Instead of lashing out at her judgment he condescendingly pretends to listen as he would with any of his daughters shallow sensitivities. Cooing and headpats have gotten very old. The softness between her and her father, especially during the time he was coming to understand her, has left a positive connection that she just can't shake even in the face of his coddling. This is not the same case with her mother. Suzy arguably cares less about her kids being killers than Jack but considering her agreement with everything he says combined with her lack of emotional warmth, to Jasmine, it seems the exact opposite. She enjoys her own company more than anyone else's but this isn't entirely the reason Jasmine chooses to do things like eat her dinner alone in her room. When her mother attempts to show affection by sending down an extra helping of meat Jasmine sees it as vindictive. As though Suzy is trying to rub salt in Jasmine's wounds, very aware of the fact she can never fully escape anthropophagy. Despite being one of the more moral members of the family Jasmine tends to see most things through a cynical and avoidant lens. In the current stage of her life she'd, understandably, rather talk than actively make an attempt to save any of these human lives. So she can come off as a bit of a bitch. To cope with her situation as a child Jasmine often found herself getting into places around the house that people often didn't go to, where she'd stumble upon her brother Jeremy who was usually doing the same thing. For many years she was like his little shadow, enjoying the company of the one person who wasn't indescribably evil in her eyes. Even when she got older and threw herself into her work he was always able to help her loosen up and have a little fun. She’s fascinated by the occult subjects that Jeremy introduced her to but not because of any promises of further power, instead because of the further depth it gives humans and the world around them. They look for meaning, they hope, they feel. Especially on the topic of herbology, they have intimate relationships with plants and see the personality in each of them, just like she does. She trusts that there's a world somewhere out there where everyone cares for each other, weaknesses are healed. Understood. A world she does make some attempt to create at home, using her plants to try and teach her younger siblings some compassion. More often than not though, this fails, convincing her further that she’s almost entirely alone. At least she’s got Jeremy, whenever she fails he's right there to comfort her. He doesn't exactly agree with her but she can’t be the only good thing to come out of this house.

Trivia

Whittles her coals by hand to shape her eyelashes.

Doesn't enjoy putting her hair up and only does it because her mother insists so she doesn't get it dirty. There are still often leaves in there.

She spends a lot of time with the younger kids to try and instill compassion in them but she doesn't actually enjoy interacting with kids. The non controlled mess stresses her out.

Despite her family's relationship with the hellish plane she's still somewhat what some may call spiritual.

She has a collection of crystals she finds helpful for different emotional ailments.

She also is Jeremy's partner when he does tarot readings. Jasmine is the more empathetic and understanding side to Jeremy's horrible "tough love" advice.

[bronzewool]

2023 Goodreads Reading Challenge Tier List!!!

Got The Hardback Special Edition - I don't like these books, I love them. It's not that I need the hardbacks, I need to devour the pages, so I can consume every bit of canon and then go diving into the fandom just to get my next fix (The Locked Tomb by Tamsyn Muir: Gideon the Ninth, Harrow the Ninth, Nona the Ninth)

Place of Honour on my bookshelf - I like these books and feel the need to display the paperbacks on my bookshelf, so guests know I have good taste :3 (Clive Barker - The Hellbound Heart, Agatha Christie - The Murder of Roger Ackroyd & The Thirteen Problems, China Mieville - The Scar, Terry Pratchett - Guards! Guards!)

Worth the E-Book - I'm happy I read these books, even though they were not necessarily in my top 10 this year. I will probably read them again in the future, so I'm happy to own them on my e-reader.

Borrow from your local library - I neither like nor dislike these books, they are perfectly serviceable, but I wouldn't spend money just to own then. (Yoon Ha Lee - Phoenix Extravagant, Frank Herbert - Dune, Dune Messiah & Children of Dune, Final Fantasy - On The Way To A Smile & Traces of Two Pasts, Clive Barker - The Damnation Game & The Coldheart Canyon, Stina Leicht - Persephone Station, Robert Jordan - The Eye of The World, Lily Mayne - Soul Eater, Terry Pratchett, Agatha Christie - The Mirror Crack'd From Side to Side, Terry Pratchett - Sourcery)

Burn for warmth - I actively disliked these books, or they were just so boring I had to take frequent breaks just to get through them (William Joyce - Jack Frost: The End Becomes The Beginning, Greg Weisman - The War of The Spark: Forsaken, Chuck Wendig - Double Dead, Diana Wynee Jones - House of Many Ways, Clive Barker - Weaveworld)

[butiamlookingforlove]

Jack Frost x fem!OC - chapter 11

Hi tumblr people! I decided to post the latest chapter from my Jack Frost x OC (Max) fanfic here after years since I started it... because, I've finally written their first kiss T.T

So, if you're interested in some good old Jack Frost fluff, pls feel free to read this chapter and check out the whole story on ao3

I don't think anyone would necessarily need context to read it but if it peaks your curiosity it's basically the idea that Max, our heroine, wants to figure the real "mith" or the "tale of the misterious being" called Jack Frost. Little did she know he watched her all along, as a spirit or a ghost, following her journey to learn about him...

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Just as Max closed the front door, although very carefully, Ethan got up. He heard her pacing on the first floor since the beginning of the night. His sleep since then never turned into anything more than a light nap.

That’s why he totally awakened the moment he noticed Max leaving the house. There couldn’t possibly be anyone else besides her. That’s why he follows her. Deciding to immediately follow her on her tracks.

Unfortunately, he hesitated a lot the moment he opened the door. The cold breeze whistled against his ears, almost cutting his skin with the ice cold of its frozen fingers.

He was definitely not dressed enough to bear that cold. But the longer he took to follow Max the more difficult it would make it for him to find her. The moment this realization hit him he took his first steps, completely burying his feet under the thick layer of snow covering the ground.

He figured that he needed to find Max really fast.

He decided to run, following the footsteps she left in the snow.

After sprinting as fast as he could, he realized the path he was following. Max was going back to the grove. The grove he dragged her away from some hours ago.

His blood started to freeze out of a fear of something he couldn’t explain in his heart.

Just as he started to slow down near the first trees from the grove, he saw someone hurriedly walking between the trees, looking at the sky, searching from something above them.

He noticed it could only be Max, so he called her name. The moment he felt how difficult it was to move his lips because of the cold, he realized how covered in snow he was. His brown hair got almost totally white, alongside his eyelashes, making it almost impossible to see anything far away from him. He had to rub the excess snow off his eyes and hair before trying to call for Max again.

The boy was trembling. He couldn’t keep going much further or else he was afraid his legs wouldn’t be able to drag him back to Max’s house. Still, he tried to follow her, all the while screaming her name.

He came to a halt the moment he heard her screaming someone else's name instead. It was “Jack”. She was calling this name, while her distance from him got bigger as time passed.

Ethan suddenly realized this “Jack” could only be the one who pushed Max down the tree hours ago. Why would she be running away from home in the middle of the night if there wasn’t some other guy involved, he thought to himself. “Was she in love with him?”, Ethan wondered. He could only believe Max found some weird troublemaker guy that could only be deceiving her, making her fall for him, and do weird things in the middle of the night.

Ethan truly shouldn’t care about whoever Max falls in love with. It’s not like they had anything between each other. Ethan told himself that he was just worried about Max’s safety around weird creeps, that’s all. He believed that pushing someone down the tree wasn’t anything nowhere near romantic, but that wasn’t enough of a clue to make him doubt his resolve about Max having come across a shady man with suspicious intentions.

He suddenly snapped out of his thoughts the moment he realized he wasn’t listening to Max’s voice anymore. The only thing he heard was the wind, again.

He started coughing, sneezing and panicking. His eyes could only open for a few moments before closing with tears caused by the torturing cold and because of the fear that was growing inside of him.

He couldn’t keep up with this. He had to come back.

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While Max ran away from her house, she didn’t notice Ethan was following her. Since she was more prepared for the weather, she continued keeping a great distance from him.

She only started calling for Jack the moment she got far amongst the trees from the grove. He had to be around.

The girl didn’t have time to start panicking because she couldn’t find Jack. Just as she slowed her pace, she heard someone calling her name. She couldn’t distinguish it at first. She froze in place and looked around. She couldn’t see much far away from her. Maybe she should follow that voice, she thought. But as she turned away from the direction she was heading to, she saw Jack. He walked in her direction and seemed adamant about getting her away from that place:

“Max! What are you doing outside?” - he asked her, while his left arm tried to cover the incessant snowflakes that kept falling on his eyes.

“Jack! I’m so glad I found you! I was looking for you!” - a weight was lifted from her back as she said that, grabbing his arm, so pleased to find him.

“We need to get out of here!” - he wanted to talk to her, but they needed to find a place for cover from the cold.

Next thing she knew, Max was suddenly grabbed and the wind surrounding them pushed them up in the air, helping them fly over the trees.

Jack also didn’t see Ethan. He, in fact, wasn’t even near that place. The only reason he found her was because somehow Max’s voice traveled all the way through the air till it reached his ears, as if the wind had brought it to him. She was calling his name. But much to his surprise, the voice came from the grove, not from her house.

After landing at the same rooftop he was previously watching over the city, decently protected between the other buildings around them, the wind finally allowed them to talk to each other.

Jack was distancing himself from her, he was a bit angry.

“Why did you leave your house in the middle of the snow storm?” - he questioned her again.

She sighed - “I told you, I was looking for you, you vanished out of nowhere back there…” - Max was much calmer than before, almost relaxed. Although her face showed a faint trace of sadness.

“That is no reason for running outside while snowing like this” - he said, waving his arm around them.

Max shook her head - “But- but why did you leave me out of nowhere? How would I know if you would come back?”

Jack furrowed his brow. After everything that happened, did she really think he would leave her just like that? - “How- Why? Why would I leave you?” - Jack couldn’t understand why she would think he would be gone just like the end of a winter storm.

She didn’t reply. Her eyes dropped, suddenly embarrassed by overreacting.

Jack didn’t know why he felt so tense. He sighed, looking at her red cheeks and at the thick layers covering her body, she looked like a walking pillow. That thought made his face light up a little. He couldn’t stand seeing her anxious face anymore.

- “Max.” - he held her by the shoulders - “I didn’t mean to leave you like that at the grove with that… other guy” - he scrunched his nose.

She looked him in the eye. They looked genuine. His eyes most of the time seemed to be glistening, like there was a micro tear at his bottom lids. She realized that small detail infatuated her.

She offered him a small smile - “That was Ethan… he just- he just got surprised after seeing me- I mean, us, falling down that tree”.

Jack’s face got somehow paler after memories from that moment crossed his mind again. His hands kept resting on her shoulders. He needed to do something to make up for that embarrassment. He understood, or at least, he knew what he had to do about the feeling of butterflies in his chest. He had to do something to demonstrate he truly wasn't planning to leave her at all:

He kissed her.

Max was looking at his face, trying to read what was going on in his head. Suddenly, his eyes looked determined, and she felt his cold lips against hers.

She was surprised at the sensation, but kissed him back nonetheless. Her face burned and her heart was racing. She caressed his cheek tenderly, causing Jack to slightly open his eyes, his face getting as red as hers, making him feel lightheaded from the overheat he was not used to.

She didn’t realize how badly she’d wanted to show affection like this for him till this moment. She felt his grip on her shoulders tighten as he deepened the kiss. Everything was so cold it burned, so she instinctively licked her bottom lip, caughting him by surprise. As they momentarily broke the kiss and made eye contact, she noticed how dilated his pupils were.

Her hands slowly made their way back to caressing his face and neck, forcing his hands to slide down her body. As they reached her waist, their lips connected again.

Max could only care about the gleeful feeling of having him in her arms, her eyes closed back again, but her attention was on how soft to the touch his hair was. Her touch was delicate, her hands obsessed with the feeling of his cold body against her warm hands.

For a first kiss, Jack was passionate, little to no awkwardness left in his body, like he just knew exactly what felt right to do. His ears were redder than his face, if that was possible. And as Max’s hand roamed his shoulders and nape, his grip on her waist brought their bodies closer together.

Unfortunately, the moment they got closer together, Max gasped for air, and also because she desperately had to take off the outer layer of clothing she was wearing. She had to break the kiss in order to almost rip off the zipper of her jacket and free her from that immense heat making her body sweat:

“- I’m- I’m sorry!” - she could barely speak, totally out of breath.

After taking off the second outer layer, she started reaching for the third one. That’s when Jack intervened, after a few moments of looking a little taken aback after she broke the kiss and started undressing:

- “Hey, hey, hey, don’t take this one off, you’ll soon start cooling down” - Jack took her hands in his, while holding the jackets she took off between their hands.

He giggled at her, sending her a huge smile. He looked so pleased with himself. His face losing the previous redness and heat at a much faster speed than hers. Looking at the way he smiled back at her pitiful state - the heat was so bad she could feel her heart in her throat -, she couldn’t help but smile back.

They kept holding each other’s hands while smiling and giggling at one another. The whole world had disappeared for both of them at that moment.