Some Time Ago I Was Like "After All... Why Not? Why Shouldn't I Redraw Bakugan Screenshot In Sk8 The

I drew the male protagonist from the visual novel "Aloners (Redux)" that I really like.

This is a great game, I recommend everyone to play it.

Game Author： @sonnet009 @sonnet009games

Game itch.io：https://sonnet009games.itch.io/aloners-redux

Jack Frost X Fem!Reader

warnings throughout the series: sad, bits of angst, but also has some fluff.

A/N: Yes, yes, I know! "Seeker, where the hell have you been? You're not very serious about your blog!" I know, but I'm trying to switch between school and another huge project that I've founded, and it mainly requires at least 24/7 of my attention. Anyway, hopefully my friend @rxses-and-reverie is still around here :)

= The Ice Knight =

- CHAPTER ONE -

Snowflakes were floating freely into the starry night, above the winter paradise. Each of them slightly shifting forms as they collide into one another. Jack Frost himself gave each a part of his own soul, for he was lonely inside the sea of people, and his heart wouldn’t stop aching. All he ever desired was a friend, someone to believe in him, and eventually see him. But nobody had eyes for the iced ghost.

Years passed by, and Jack was flying around the village, carefree, watching the people around him. The spirit especially enjoyed watching the times change. Change can bring happiness or destruction. The boy was watching different kinds of relationships die, either by the distance that was growing inside, or the differences between people. Time had always liked to ruin friendships, as much as it enjoyed the warmth of healing. But for Jack, time wasn’t a cure.

One day, not long before winter had to leave the village, a little girl dressed in red was sitting on a lonely bench, crying, watching the snow simply melt away. As Jack was about to leave, letting the spring spirits come and bring new hope, something stopped him. A small cry. At first, the winter spirit hesitated to get near to the scene, knowing that she wouldn’t even notice him there, but after reconsidering, he decided it was worth a try. The white haired boy got closer to the girl and landed on the bench, right next to her. He still thought it may be all useless, until he noticed her notebook, and that got him an idea. Jack gently took it and he began writing in hopes that the red girl could read.

“Hello! What’s wrong, little one? Why are you crying?” He could already feel her gaze wandering towards, right through him. The little girl soon saw the pen moving on its own, so she took a closer look. But no one seemed to be there. Jack also noticed that the girl was slightly frightened by his actions, so he slowly placed the pen down, not intending to scare her off.

“What’s happening? Who-… who’s there?” she whispered, a little scared. Seeing that she’s also curious, maybe more than scared, the boy took the pen back between his fingers.

“Can you read?”

“Yes… my mom taught me. Who are you?”just then, Jack got an idea.

“Kid, do you believe in Santa?” he wrote again, a bit excited for the possible outcome. ‘This might as well just work!’

“Santa? Yes!! Why? Have you seen him around?” the child happily responded. ’Okay, Jack! You can do it!’

“Yeah, I have. He is friends with Jack Frost. Do you know who that is?” the spirit wrote again. The girl stood quiet for a while, thinking.

“Jack Frost? As in.. ‘Jack Frost nipping at your nose’?” the girl curiously asked.

“Exactly! Do you know him? Do you.. believe in him?” Jack wrote, a hint of hope hiding in the depth of his eyes. ‘Of course she doesn’t… She would have been able to see me after all.’ The girl stood thinking again for a while.

“Is he magical, like Santa?”

“Of course he is! He is the one bringing all of the snow and blizzards!” Jack explained, eager to see where this was leading. Just then, she did it. The little girl melted his heart.

“Then I believe in Jack Frost!” she exclaimed. Who would have thought that one simple sentence could get the frost spirit to his tears? Magically, Jack lazily took form in front of her eyes, and the expression her little face showed seeing him come real was enough to reassure Jack that this was a new beginning.

“WOW! Are you… Jack Frost? Hi!! My name is Y/N!”

“You.. You see me…”

Gprgeous

3123 - August 27, 2023

#Titanic #EDIDtT

I'm okay, I promise

Pretending to be Okay when your really not is like smiling when your lips are dry. And I mean really dry. Dry to the point where they crack and bleed when you open you mouth all the way. Dry to the point where you can feel them stretch and break with every movement of your mouth. Dry to the point where it hurts to eat or drink anthing because it stings you lips and seeps into the cuts like salt. Dry to the point where you can feel you pulse in them and they almost burn with fever. Dry to the point that your whole face goes numb when you move them to much. But you smile anyway. Because it's temporary right? Drink some water and I'll be fine. Because all your friends are smiling and it would be weird if you didn't. You smile and you laugh even though it is torture and all you can feel is the pain in your lips. The pain as they just crack more. It's the same feeling when you tell people you are okay when you want to break down, or panic, or stop everything. Except it isn't your lips that hurt. It's everything. So it's okay to be messed up. To want things to stop. To say that you need help. To say that you just can't smile right now. So get up, go get yourself some mental vasoline (whatever that may be) and heal. You can do it. You dont have to break you lips to smile. And You dont have to break you mind to say "I'm okay, I promise."

Pure poetry.

some old stuff, 2023-06→2022-05

(why i can't select them all at once i can only select one by one I'm dying 😭)

Hi bestie! You’re awesome! Can you do a Jack Frost and Fem! Reader where Jack saves her from Pitch and they find out she’s actually a really powerful guardian but she doesn’t know it?

Yes, of course! Absolutely! And this is indeed a very good idea so thank you, dear bestie! //hopefully I don't mess things up since this is my first serious post on this app--- HERE WE GO!!//

Jack Frost x Fem!reader

warnings: angst, mentions of death, sad fluff

wordcound: 2.490

A/N: Hello, seekers! As I've mentioned, it's my first time posting on here so I really hope you enjoy!! And if you do, please share/interact, it will help a small writer like me grow. Love y'all!

Troublemaker

The moon shone brighter than ever that night. The night when Y/N found herself into the dark woods having no idea how she even got there. She was walking around, observing her surroundings, wondering where she even was and why was she there. Everything was dark, but after a while she got used to it. As she kept walking she realized her body wasn’t feeling right. Something was changed about her. The girl looked to her right, only to find an empty part of the forest, right inside its heart. There were fewer trees there, and she felt drawn to it. It was like a spell that took a toll on her mind and body alike.

“Where.. what is this? Where am I?” Y/N peeked through the dead twigs of the still-standing trees. “This part of the forest looks like it was burned to the ground! But what or—who would even do that?” The girl couldn’t help but gasp in fear as she heard an actual response to all of her questions.

“This forest was cursed by me…” a low whisper tickled her ears, but when she turned around, no one was actually there. “Your questions shall be answered… soon…”

Looking around once again, the girl finds herself facing The Moon. A whole moon, a lot bigger than it ever was. It looked magical, almost sacred.

“This is… weird. Who’s there? Can anyone help me? I got lost inside the woods and I am scared!” Step by step, Y/N walked closer and closer towards the empty spot. There the moon – no, The Moon, shone brighter on her than it did before she got there. This time, her questions remained unanswered. Whatever bodyless presence was there, it seems like it had vanished.

The Moon lured her closer and closer to the middle of the area, like it had been trying to tell her something. Y/N was both amazed, stunned and creeped out. Then, she heard the whispers again, but this time, it was.. different. Those new whispers were warmer, seemed safer to listen to and offered a feeling of protection.

“You are trapped here, my child.” The kind voice whispered. “Now I am not powerful enough to get you out of here, but fear not, for you will eventually be freed. I will help you.” It seemed like the one who talked this time was… The Moon? But how? How could a.. moon speak?

A few weeks had passed by, and Y/N was still trapped in the same forest. She felt weirder and weirder. She was neither hungry nor thirsty. She hadn’t slept a minute nor did she feel tired. It was all so strange and new, yet she got used to it so quickly that it made her worry about her own sanity. After all, she WAS physically alone, and the occasional whispers did not help one bit. She began questioning everything, even her own existence. And then, it happened. The shadow. It crossed her path. What kind of shadow is that, if it’s placed in thin air, and not on the ground? Well, she was about to find out.

“Hello.”

One simple word made our heroine go all guards up.

“YOU!”

“Me!”

“I know that voice! Why won’t you leave me alone!? Free me already, I’ve had enough of your scary wannabe games!”

Then the shadow harshly and brutally moved from its spot right in front of her. “MAKE ME!”

And it all went black.

“Where am I?” the girl asked, looking around. She found herself into a very bright place with yellow tendencies. It was as if gold could emanate light.

“Do not be afraid, my child, for I am to help you finally escape and find the truth.” The familiar warm whisper tickled her senses. But this time, the voice had a body. It was as if the person standing in front of her was made out of bright, warm yellow light. Kindness.

“Who are you? I feel like I know you. Aren’t you the one who.. protected me during my stay at the…” Y/N got dizzy, her memories of what happened before she got to the golden place were flooding back to her. ”dark… forest… What is this place actually?” Now, she was curious. And she would take the chance to finally unravel all of these mysteries.

“Others like you used to call me The Man In The Moon.”

“Wait, others like..me? What do you mean?”

“You will soon find out, Y/N. For I’ve always kept my word.” And with that, everything began to vanish around her. “All will be revealed, my child” //yes, it’s been a reference to X-Men: Apocalypse all along thank me later bye//

Moments later, Y/N was finally opening her eyes, and the sight that welcomed her was.. at least hard to believe. Right in front of her, there was a fight. The poor girl recognized one being there – the black shadow – a strange man calling himself Pitch Black. But as mentioned before, it was a fight, so he wasn’t alone. On the other side was a handsome, young looking, white haired boy. He was fighting his hardest to free Y/N from the chains tied all around her thin fragile body. Wait, chains?—

They were fighting and shouting things at eachother. As Y/N struggled to break free, she managed to listen in and learned that the boy fighting for her was Jack Frost. She somehow recognised that name even tho she didn’t remember much from before the cursed forest.

Jack – the boy fighting – seemed to have some sort of weird ice powers since he kept attacking the darker entity with mini blizzards and ice bullets. He kept on throwing… ducking… attacking… until his last bits of power and energy. He tried to come closer and unchain you several times, but all was in vain. Jack was indeed scary-powerful, but this Pitch Black guy was way too much for Jack alone at this point. After a very long fight, Jack finally collapsed onto the ground. Pitch was inches close to stabbing Jack with his solid, poisonous dark sand. But just then, Y/N felt it. It was too soon to be over for him, and she certainly wasn’t going to let him die for her. Not now, not ever. Not when she felt this strong connection to him. Just then, she felt her blood rushing and boiling inside her veins. She could feel this weird, new sensation. Like, some sort of power, covering her whole being, bursting from the inside, demanding to roam free. Then it happened. She burst with unknown power. Her golden light showered the entire forest, and it looked like it burned Pitch Black. Maybe that was the secret, after all! He’s made of dark, while Y/N seemed to have control over the light she was enveloped by inside The Moon. That’s it! She can free herself and win this fight! After all this time, all of the secrets would be revealed to her! She had to give it a try. The girl gained all of the light inside of her and blasted it all out on Pitch Black, who simply melted away, yelling that this wasn’t the last she’s seen of him.

Eventually, Y/N rushed towards Jack’s body, hoping that it wasn’t too late for him. But as she touched him, something weird happened. Not as weird as her previous burst of power, but still strange enough to give her the chills. His whole body lightened with her golden light. Jack coughed, opening his eyes.

“Y/N… What happened to you? Why are you like this?” the winter spirit faintly asked.

“Like this? Like what? And who are you, Jack Frost? Why… Why do I feel like I know you already?” Y/N spoke with an unsure voice.

“That’s because you do know me, ah—.. at least you used to..” Jack’s bright blue eyes showed a flash of hurt as his words sank in. The boy tried to get up in a sitting pose, but was unsuccessful and his sudden dizziness almost made him fall back down. Luckily, he was caught in time by Y/N. “y-yea.. a-anyway… Why did you die..? WHO HURT YOU?! Was it Pitch—“ He quickly got up, but just as fast as he did, he fell right back down.

“WHOA-! Slow down, slow down! On the first hand, take it easy! You’re hurt!” she gently stroke his cheek “On the second hand now…die!? What?? I’m right here, can’t you see!?” she nervously explained.

“You.. you don’t know? Haven’t he told you?”

“He? Who’s he?”

“The Man In The Moon. Haven’t he told you? Wait… don’t tell me. I bet you didn’t even know you had powers up to this point.”

“True… Alright, so explain it to me. Who are you, why do I feel this strong connection to you and what’s happening? Why do you think I am dead?”

“Because so am I.” he sighs. “Since neither of us can walk out of this forest in the state we are right now, I guess we have enough time for me to explain.” The boy explained. “Let’s begin from the start. First off.. we—… Baby tooth? What are you doin— Oh! good fairy! Look, she brought you your teeth!” Jack excitedly announced.

“My… what?”

“Your teeth! Toothiana collects everyone’s teeth, the entire world. They hold the most important memories one has, and she opens these little golden boxes everytime someone needs to remember the most important things.” Jack sits up, this time he manages to maintain a good balance. He then warmly but carefully speaks again. “Y/N, these are your memories. Do you want them?” the snow spirit happily hands the box to her and she stares at it for a while before confidently smiling.

“Yes, Jack. I want to know the truth.” The small fairy then activates the box, and Y/N’s eyes are then filled with flashbacks that feel too real to be fake.

“Jack! Come, quick! I want to ask you something!” Y/N excitedly called for the brown haired boy. His deep, dark, soul consuming eyes wandered to her E/C ones as he came closer to the beautiful girl that was formerly behind him.

“Of course! What is it, princess?” He eagerly awaited for Y/N’s question.

“There you are, Mr. Troublemaker! Come here!” The joy could be seen in her eyes as she was watching him – her all in one best friend and the… -

She notices the hint of adoration that Jack wasn’t even trying to hide anymore as he tightly wrapped his arms around her thin torso, staring right into her E/C eyes.

“Your Troublemaker.” Jack sealed his statement with a sweet, tender kiss.

“My Troublemaker” Y/N mumbles back between small kisses as she was placing them all over his face. Jack couldn’t help but feel excited about what was to come. Y/N’s birthday was in two days and he had the perfect gift for her. “Jack, I wanted to ask you—“

“Can it wait for a bit? I have to show you something!” he excitedly explained, running towards a tree from nearby, grabbing something he had hidden there.

“Sure.. I guess!’’ Jack came back with a pair of ice skates, carefully handing them to Y/N.

“Your birthday is in two days, and I prepared a gift for my princess. These skates are only the first part of it. My father and I made them! Do you like them?” His eyes were flickering with hope and joy.

“Jack.. these are amazing, but you know.. I don’t know how to skate!” the girl replied awkwardly.

“Don’t worry about that, I’ll teach you! That’s all part of my birthday plan for you!” Y/N was about to burst with happiness, seeing that her boyfriend carefully thought of everything. And without even thinking too much about it, she rewarded him with a tight, loving hug.

“I was about to ask you if you were up for some time together for my birthday, but it seems like you’re a step ahead of me.”

“Always!” he playfully chuckled, planting a sweet kiss on top of her forehead.

As Y/N’s mind jumped from a flashback into another, the next memory wasn’t just as beautiful as the others she’d just lived once again.

It was Y/N’s birthday. She was eagerly awaiting for her boyfriend to come back from the ice. Since they were not the only one gathered around the frozen lake, he told everyone to wait until he comes back. He went to test the ice, but for some reason, he went in bare foot. A familiar little girl was too excited for her adventure on the lake and she followed him right away. The ice cracked. The little girl froze on place and Jack, the brave hero he was, he did his best and saved her. But at what cost…? Y/N could feel her shattered heart sink in the depth of the frozen lake as she watched the love of her life get swallowed by the thin, cracked ice.

Hours later, his lifeless body was brought to the surface by some men. Y/N’s broken heart cracked even more as she laid over her ice-cold lover. “Oh, my love…” she felt herself trembling and sinking into the scares of losing her mind. “Jack… Jack!-“

“…-JACK!!” Coming back from her flashbacks, she collapsed on her knees, crying her heart out, choking on hard sobs. The winter spirit quickly knelt before her, wrapping her into the tightest embrace, completely enveloping her and trying his best to calm his beloved Y/N down. “Jack… You-.. you died!! You were taken from me 2 years ago…” Y/N slowly returned the embrace. “And I died because a nightmare horse attacked me...!!” She took a few seconds processing everything. After some ear-scratching silence, she spoke as the realization finally sank in. “We were lovers…”

“You remember…” he softly spoke, wiping some tears from her face.

“I remember. And I’ve missed you so much, Jack..!”

“I know.. it’s been hard for everybody especially for you. But I had to save her.. I should have been more careful, tho...” The winter spirit lifted Y/N’s chin up to his level, gazing right through her pure and innocent eyes. “Look, Y/N, I’ve been with you ever since I passed away, protecting you from potential danger. But it seems like I have missed one…” The spirit swallowed hard before continuing. “And for that, I am really sorry. I should have gone searching for you the moment I lost you, but seems like Pitch was one step ahead of me. I really am a troublemaker…” Jack sadly finished. Seeing his tensed state Y/N thought about what’s best to tell Jack to confort him.

“My Troublemaker…” she lovingly whispered. His eyes lit up and sparkled with love.

“Your Troublemaker, forever and ever.” Jack replied, cupping her face into his cold palms, sealing their eternal love with an almost everlasting-like kiss. This was going to be a beautiful night.

writers and artists will go "this isn't good enough." my brother in christ, you're creating something new out of nothing and expressing yourself creatively. your productivity and unrealistic standards of perfection do not define you or the worth of your art. you're doing great.

the fact that starlord and quicksilver are both adhd coded guys named peter and run around doing hero shit with diegetic walkman music on feels kind of crazy like excuse me marvel how do you repeat that and still make two completely distinct characters

also maximoff was born 56 and quill in 80 but if they were the same age you know they’d be Best Bros Forever And Ever

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not to mention peter parker and then just that other guy called peter like. do they need more white man names? at least i can hc that peter’s actual name is pietro

I wanna do some poetry. I'm back on this account //hopefully

Is anyone still here?