#BACK ON THIS ROTG SHIT

[coockie8]

God the main tags have become an utter Hell Hole for someone who is very much into Danny Phantom but couldn't give less fucks about fucking DC

[m-musings]

HIII

im actually so excited omg i dont wanna sound mean actually the opposite but you write for a couple of pretty dead fandoms and im just so happy to see new writers for them.

can i request hcs for rotg (either jack frost, or bunnymund, or pitch, whoever you like. maybe the three of them??? idk go nuts show nuts) with a grim reaper reader? thanks! :D

Headcanons: Jack Frost, Pitch Black and E. Aster Bunnymund with Grim Reaper! Reader

A/N: anon I'm dying at go nuts show nuts, that's the funniest shit i've read in a while but anyways yeah, all 3 sounds good to me lmao. also, I wasn't sure if you wanted platonic or romantic so i just kept it on the friendly side, i hope that's okay!

NOTICE (7/10/24) : NO LONGER WRITING FOR ROTG

Word Count: 450 Warnings: mentions of death/ dead people

Jack:

Jack is a bit wary around you at first simply due to the nature of your job.

But once he sees just how gentle and kind you are with the souls you reap, he's back on board with getting to know you.

As he gets more comfortable with you, he'll definitely make fun of you like he does with the other guardians but he does it with love!

Jack will occasionally accompany you when you're reaping a younger soul. His presence seems to calm them down if they begin to panic, even if they sometimes can't see him.

If you ever get a break from reaping, he will invite you to participate in one of his famous snow day snowball fights as a way to forget about the sadness that sometimes comes with the responsibility of being a being of death.

He's still the excitable and reckless Jack Frost but when you're around, he's more mellowed out and - forgive the pun- chill to hang out with.

Pitch:

Pitch is intrigued by you from the start.

While he may control people's fears, it is a rare occasion for him to actually interact with one, let alone one as important as the personification of death itself.

He knows just how powerful a reaper can be so he is always sure to treat you with the respect you deserve.

The one time Pitch tried to convince you to join him against the Guardians, it ended with a scythe pointed at his neck and a stern scolding from you, so he doesn't bring that subject up around you anymore.

Pitch actually enjoys spending time with you though, he feels that your presence is much more tranquil and calm than that of the other spirits he knows.

He can be maniacal and full of himself but deep down he has a strange admiration for you and the job you do.

Bunnymund:

Bunny has known you for a long time and has come to highly regard you as an ally.

You two mesh well together, because without the deaths you take watch of, he wouldn't be able to help bring new bouts of life into the world.

He refuses to see any of the souls you may bring around The Warren though, it makes him kind of squeamish.

He will occasionally help you wrangle up a lost soul or two but it's very uncommon for him to be around during the actual reaping.

Bunnymund and you do spend the most time together just because your roles are so interconnected with one another (Guardians of Life and Death and all that).

All in all, You and Bunny are very close knit and have a great respect for one another.

[9haharharley1]

So I just came back on here after God knows how long and saw you do BlackIce AND Pompous Pep. UGH!! 😩 Can you do your favorite link hc for both Pompous pep and BlackIce? Also I may or may not have binged all your ROTG fanfics 👀

Ahhhhhthank you!! I've been a pompep fan for what feels like forever (I was there in the beginning, holy shit I'm old), and got into blackice last year (holy shit it's been a full actual year).

Favorite kink hc for both? 🤔

I tend to write Dom/sub dynamics a lot, and one of my favorites to sprinkle in is gratuitous praise, so praise kink is definitely at the top of the list. Jack and Danny both deserve it, methinks. I also am finding out that I like to add restraints, so that's been fun! So both get to be held down as well.

Vlad and Danny get to have Daddy kink. As a treat. It is taking everything in me not to do this for blackice.

Thank you so much, I'm glad you enjoy my fics!

[conartisthaiji]

20 questions for writers

got tagged by @clementinecoastline thanks clem <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

84!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

313,665 (bitch. what)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

i've written for so many different fandoms over the years...these days it's mostly just life series, haikyuu, and qsmp though

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

5. hands, knees, please, tangerine (come on back to me)

4.scar's magical emporium for lost grians

3. i never get bored looking at you (because every time i see something new)

2. i'm in your bed, why are you in your twitch chat?

how to get over heartbreak

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

almost always!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

ooh i don't write a lot of angst (and also i barely remember anything posted before 2021) but. and we're gonna let it burn is pretty tragic like whenever i reread that one i'm like who the fuck let me write that.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

i typically write fluff so...pick literally any of my haikyuu fics! or emporium

8. Do you get hate on fics?

nope...fingers crossed it stays that way too

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

only once. it's friends with benefits.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

that would all the shit i wrote back in 2013. we don't talk about those days.

(it was frozen/rotg/tangled/brave/httyd if you didn't know)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

as far as i know, nope! fingers crossed it stays that way too

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

YEAH me and @huiplash wrote a fic together but alas it remains incomplete. and probably always will LOL

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

god. i don't know. tokomaru from udg will always be special to me, these days i'm completely insane about griddlehark and scarian, bokuaka was really special to me when i was deep into haikyuu...oh and runayachi is now my personality trait on my hq sideblog. this is hard.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

GOD like all of them?

realistically it's the desert duo idol/exes with benefits au, but i'm loathe to delete the project because i'm obsessed with the ideas i've created for it. also maybe the goshihina six swans au, desperate as i am to finish that one...it's been sitting in my wips for two years now :,)

16. What are your writing strengths?

i write good dialogue i think!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

WORLDBUILDING i am so bad at worldbuilding. the characters are in there for the PLOT which is KISSING. also setting i suck at setting. but that's related to worldbuilding i think.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

honestly it's not something that i ever thought much about until the qsmp but i feel like if it's true to the character and you're comfortable writing in that language then yeah why not?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

first ever fandom was frozen, but on ao3 the first thing i ever published was actually for toradora!

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

and i'll never go home again is probably my all-time favorite thing i've ever written, but the pissever hs yuri au is a close second (even though that one is three fics. emotionally they are one though).

tagging @astrowaffles @strawberryclementine @verytendou and @reineyday

[avocadea]

Just a smol journal to look back at🫖

Last month has been WILD. And by wild I mean like traumatizing events, adventures, and shit I have never thought I would get to do or witness in this life especially as a 22 yo teen. It’s crazy to think that in a year I’d actually become a doctor like WHAAAAA I FEEL LIKE I’M JUST A KID.

Internal medicine outside the med school has been a BLAST. It’s coming to an end tmr and is it weird I’m kind of sad? Oh heck I never liked internal medicine I always preferred surgery course over med but the past month was so fun??? My resident is one of the best doctors I’ve ever rounded with and the most appreciated part is they are so kind and they let me manage the conditions by myself, let me know what’s right and what’s wrong or what lies in between😂 The interns are so friendly and we even went on trips (Back in med scl years I was a dorm person like I need personal time to draw and write novels because, let’s face it, even when you happily chose your major,ANY kind of studying is ALWAYS tiresome.)

For a kid with bad anxiety and severe impostor syndrome, ironically, extern year is slowly helping me cope and get better and feel better about my shitty myself.

I have been drawing a lot too and taking a dive back into my childhood novels and I think I have improved a bit. I hated my art for while back in surgery because I was so stressed out and I had no room for obsessions and fandoms and books and I had the BIGGEST art block ever. Now, an escape to tumblr and pjo or rotg or fictional worlds is keeping me tethered to positive lights in life 🥺

Surgery is back in 2 days and I’m dreading the attendings but *sigh* one month and I’ll be done with themm. I’ll go back, take the test, celebrate with some salmon sashimi🦆

Special thanks to @aiuredsworld for fangirling, hyping, growing, and drawing with me. 🍣 later💕

PS. go check out her art. She drawS TONS OF SWEET DRARRY OF YOUR DREAMS!

[gilly-moon]

[5 Characters & 5 Tags]

Tagged by @harleyshahas (thank you ♡!!!!)

Riku/Sora (Kingdom Hearts) - KH is the game that got me into video games, and inspired me all the way to getting my current job in game dev, and Riku is at the heart of why I love the games so much. But I had to put Sora too, because one without the other just doesn't work. Without Riku, Sora couldn't have his arc of "I want to be better than Riku" to "I want to be better with Riku". And for Riku, his transition from dark & edgy to chosen keyblade weilder all ties back to how he looked down on Sora, then tried to make up for his mistakes, and finally trusted and loved Sora completely. They complete each other and challenge each other to grow and become better at every turn. Also their reunion in 2 absolutely ruins me every time. Sora crying on his knees will be burned in my brain forever.

Zack Fair (FFVII) - Crisis Core was at one point the only game that would work on my PSP lol. But I didn't need any other games because Zack the puppy was everything to me. Watching him struggle with the morality of being a SOLDIER, all while desperately trying to protect his friends and failing at every turn...that shit hurts, and yet he keeps his smile and honor right up til the end. He is THE sunshine boy of sunshine boys and I could gush about him all day long. His scenes in Advent Children destroy me.

Oikawa Tooru (Haikyuu) - the real blorbo of my heart, the bitch I latched onto and will love to the end of my days. His ability to take even a team of strangers and lead them flawlessly within just a few minutes is so admirable. He knows exactly how to bring out the best in everyone on the court. It hurts me to this day that he never got to wreck Shiratorizawa before he graduated (also that moment where he falls and slips in season 2 uggghhhhh) but jokes on them because he's the one who got an honorable position on an irl team!! I get some people call him an insufferable asshole but thats exactly why I like him! Let characters be insufferable!!!!! Its fun!!!!! And besides, when it comes down to it, he's genuinely a good person who wants everyone on his team to be involved and be their best. Love of my life. No Oikawa haters allowed on my blog.

Pitch Black/Kozmotis Pitchiner (RoTG) - basically since the movie came out I have been ready with a "Pitch did nothing wrong" speech at all times. I feel like I don't even really have to explain this one, I mean....yall get it. You know why we're all still here, loving him and the Guardians to the end of our days. I will say, though - idc if it's book version or movie version, my love for this asshole remains the same.

Nico di Angelo (Percy Jackson) - ah, the original blorbo. The queer awakening for so many people even before he was out in the books. This is another "I love him because he's kinda rude" character. His hatred towards other characters is always warranted tbh, because they ostracize him for?? No good reason at all???? No one wants to or tries to be his friend in heros of olympus for the first four books (except Hazel, who practically has to force others to talk to him) and it pisses me off to no end. Percy spent battle of the labyrinth hunting him down, but would he have been so dedicated if he wasn't getting the iris messages??? Doubt it. Anyway. I adore Nico, he deserved better, and I'm so glad he's got a wonderful bf and his own book now. I will never get tired of him and I really hope the tv series goes well so he can finally come to life in live action ♡

Honorable Mentions: Ronan Lynch, Cloud Strife, Roxas, Hiccup Haddock, Sasuke Uchiha, Portgas D. Ace, Killua Zoldyck, Allen Walker, Vlad Masters

I don't rlly talk to many people on here so...if one of my picks was also yours, consider yourself tagged!

[bunnimew]

Fortune Touching

Rating: T Fandom: Rise of the Guardians Relationship: Jack Frost/Pitch Black Tags: Fluff, Humor, ghostie boy, Fortune Telling, Witch!Pitch, Medium!Jack, Rating for Language Summary: For @rotg-halloween 2022: Day 8 Window

Jack doesn't come here for the fortunes, and Pitch doesn't give them because Jack paid.

They come together because they want to, but are kept apart by an invisible wall between them, each seeing through the veil into another world the other doesn't even know is there.

Until Twiner screws it all up, of course. Although Twiner would argue he fixed it.

On AO3 here.

This was stupid. Jack was being stupid.  

He knew all of this was bullshit. He didn’t believe a word out of this man’s mouth. Not anything about the future, anyway. His future changed every week and Jack always pretended not to notice. 

He wasn’t here for his future. Jack was here because of the way he touched Jack’s hands. 

No one touched Jack’s hands.

No one touched Jack. Period.

Except this man, who Jack paid to touch him. Ostensibly, it was for the fortune telling, the occult knowledge Jack theoretically didn’t have access to. But that was a lie. Jack had plenty of access to the occult, and Jack didn’t believe in predetermined futures.

Because Jack could speak to the dead.

His fingers twitched on the table, hand laid palm up where Pitch had left it. He was already missing the warmth of Pitch’s touch, the pleasant tingles fading from where Pitch’s fingers had traced the lines on his palm. 

Jack hadn’t heard a single word of what Pitch had said. He cleared his throat and tried to remember how to be a normal human, how to play it cool and not make a fool of himself. Which was going to be especially hard because Pitch had only finished his fortune minutes ago and Jack had a very dumb request for him. 

“...Hey can you read my palm again?” Jack forced himself to say. “I uh. Forgot what you said.” 

Pitch fixed Jack with a long, unamused stare. 

Well shit.

He had also forgotten what he said. 

After doing the same thing day in and day out, all the lines about ‘overcoming obstacles’ and ‘sensing big changes’ started to blend together into generic, easily transmutable predictions that could work for just about every customer that came into The Black Cosmos wanting to know what Pitch could see with his ‘third eye’. 

Which may as well have been a googly eye scotch-taped to his forehead. 

That didn’t stop Pitch in the slightest from earning an easy dollar or fifty from the poor, naive souls that liked to wander in. Precognition wasn’t his forte, but he still needed to make a living for his …other pursuits. 

“Honestly, Jack, sometimes I think you don’t appreciate my gift.” Pitch gave a put upon sigh, folding his arms over his chest and causing some of the artful beads and chains around his neck to jingle. Jack was hardly what Pitch would consider one of those poor, naive souls though. He smirked at the young man that had all too quickly made himself comfortable beyond the black veiled curtains that separated them from the main storefront. “Something have you distracted?”

Jack stared back, hand optimistically left in the middle of the table, just waiting for Pitch to pick it up again. It would be a faux pas to straight up admit that Jack had been distracted by him, right? People weren’t supposed to be that blunt. Ghosts were that blunt. Ghosts had nothing left to lose. 

“I mean,” Jack began, desperately hoping the end of the sentence would arrive in his head before his mouth got there. “Yeah, a little. You know. Things.” Jack was banking on Pitch knowing what things because Jack sure as hell didn’t.

“Things, hm.” Despite not sounding remotely convinced, Pitch leaned back in to take Jack’s hand in both of his. To be fair, Jack had some nice hands. The backs were soft, the fingers were a pleasing shape, and the ever changing nail polish was always an endearing little surprise. 

After the eighteenth palm reading in just about as many days, Pitch was quite familiar with these hands, even if he knew fuck all what the lines naturally etched into them were supposed to mean. Still, he ran a finger along the most prominent curve, the ‘lifeline’, starting between the thumb and forefinger and ending at the wrist. “You know, I really should be charging you double.” 

“I’ll pay it,” Jack said immediately. Too fast. He wasn’t playing it cool at all, but the way Pitch’s touch, just the one, made him shiver was already worth it. 

“How impulsive,” Pitch chuckled, his finger following the outside of Jack’s hand all the way up to the pinky. He tilted his head, trying to settle on what comforting little thing to say, lips parted for the words— 

And was promptly interrupted by a sudden mass of black fur landing in the middle of his table, perfectly perched over their joined hands. 

‘You shouldn’t make threats you have no intention of following through.’ 

Onyx gave Pitch one of those looks, then turned to Jack with a soft mew. Her feline face pressed up under Jack’s chin and then so did the rest of her, rubbing her whole body against him, black tail curling in front of the man’s nose. 

And of course Pitch couldn’t say anything in response to her with Jack in the room. As fond as they both were of the shop’s most frequent customer, he wasn’t about to risk exposing his familiar. 

No matter how insufferable said familiar could be. 

Moment ruined, Pitch sighed and leaned back. “I believe we’ve found the distraction.” 

Jack appreciated the out. He scratched behind Onyx’s ears with the hand Pitch wasn’t holding and indulged in nuzzling his face against her soft fur. Jack didn’t get to pet animals much, either. Most seemed to be aware of his otherworldly visitors and steered clear of them, and Jack by proxy. “She’s a pretty great distraction, isn’t she?”

“She’s only like this when you’re around,” Pitch answered wryly. Onyx couldn’t possibly look more content leaning up into those fingers, though the quick flick of her tail was definitely all for Pitch. 

‘He stays here longer when I’m around. I’m helping you.’ 

Help indeed. 

However, Pitch had his own tactics that often resulted in Jack not leaving until past sundown. Releasing Jack’s hand, he stood from his seat, a pleasant jingling noise following each of his movements. “Unfortunately my concentration is officially broken. Can I get you some tea?” 

Jack looked up from Onyx immediately. He couldn’t help it, the offer was too good. Belatedly, he tried to tamper his excitement, make himself look a little bit less desperate. Play it cool. But it was probably pointless. Whether Jack believed in fortune telling or not, he knew Pitch was good at reading people, and Jack was being kind of obvious. “Uh, yes, please. I’d love tea. If you’re sure?”

Pitch smiled, absolutely seeing right through him, but not in a cruel way. Jack’s enthusiasm was just… cute. “Of course. Only the best for my favorite customer.” 

He turned and left through the part in the curtains before he could gauge Jack’s reaction, curious as he may have been. He’d have to ask Onyx about it later. For now, he headed into the back of his shop, passing by shelves and boxes of supplies. Books, candles, incense, crystals. Homemade talismans and his own blend of ‘potions’. The usual fare.

Beyond that were his …other ingredients. His rare herbs. Exotic dried toadstools. Finely ground bonedust, and vials of thick black ichor. The glass jars with perfectly preserved curlicue tails, segmented appendages, and plump, occasionally blinking, eyeballs suspended in an unknown clear fluid. All ethically sourced of course. 

And past that was the completely ordinary kitchenette with an electric kettle and all of his teas. In ten minutes he’d assembled a little tray with two steaming mugs of dark, richly spiced tea, and a third mug of milk for Onyx. He even grabbed a box of fancy looking shortbread cookies he’d bought on a whim to round out the display before he headed back. 

Onyx was busy pawing at Jack’s hoodie strings when he presented his tray of offerings to the both of them. “I thought you might like a snack. Help yourself.” 

Pitch was a dream.

That was the only explanation for how this man, this beautiful, delicate man, could be so perfect. Jack reached for the mug nearest to him with one hand and wrapped his fingers around it to feel the warmth. The other hand, of course, kept bobbing the end of the string up and down for Onyx’s amusement. Jack wouldn’t dare disappoint her, even for tea.

He thought about asking if this would be extra, but the joke felt flat even in his own head. The fact was, it didn't matter if this was extra. Jack would pay it, and Pitch always gave him a fair price. The company was worth it. Pitch’s touch, his care, was worth it. Even if he was being paid to fake it.

Whether Jack was actually Pitch’s favorite or not, the words had been nice to hear. "It… it looks delicious, thank you."

Jack took a sip of his tea and…

And it was a little weird that Pitch knew just how Jack liked it.

But it was perfect.

His power to predict the future was bullshit, but he knew how to brew some damn good tea. 

Pitch felt his chest swell simply watching the comfort wash over Jack. That meant more to him than any money he might have been missing out on with the open sign turned off while the man was here. And he hadn’t even had a cookie yet. 

‘Oh the fancy ones? Pulling out all the stops, aren’t you?’ 

Onyx’s sarcasm snapped him out of his stupor, fondly gazing through the steam of his tea cup. Pitch’s lips thinned into a slight frown watching her carelessly wander away from Jack’s fascinating strings and to the cup of milk. Honestly, so what if he was trying to impress Jack? He clearly wasn’t here out of concern for his future, so he was here for some reason. 

Pitch could be that reason, if he did it right. 

“You’re welcome,” he said, slipping his smile back on. “Perhaps you’ll be less distracted on a full stomach.” 

“Yeah, maybe,” Jack agreed feebly. He didn’t mean to be rude, Jack just didn’t want to lie to Pitch and pretend like hunger had anything to do with Jack’s lack of focus. Then he might think the cookies will actually make a difference, and the only difference they were making was to distract Jack more. 

With Onyx no longer interested, Jack wrapped both hands around his mug and cradled it close to his chest. The tea smelled amazing, and the warmth of the ceramic almost made up for Pitch not holding his hands right now. 

Jack was working up to starting the conversation this time, maybe saying something about how Pitch looked nice today, when he was suddenly interrupted by a voice behind him.

“Back here, again? You only have so much future to read, Jack.”

A voice Pitch wouldn’t be able to hear. Jack tried not to flinch or look around for where Twiner might be floating in the room. Jack was pretty good at it, but he still slipped up from time to time, and he didn’t want Pitch to notice. He liked Pitch. He could not afford to have Pitch thinking he’s crazy. Nevermind that it was Pitch who believed in fortune telling, reading palms was significantly different than hearing voices.

“P-Pitch!” Jack rushed to say what had been on his mind before. Anything was better than accidentally getting pulled into a conversation with Twiner. “You, uh. You… Is that a new outfit?”

“Hm?” It was impossible for Pitch not to notice the strange reaction. He liked the attention, naturally, but it came off a bit forced. Nevertheless, he glanced down at himself anyway, untangling one of the chains around his neck that hung intentionally low in the part of his deep black, gold-trimmed robe. “Ah, not new exactly, though you might ha—” 

The sudden hiss that came from Onyx pierced right through his sentence. 

‘There’s someone else in here!’ 

Her black fur was standing on end, paws slowly backing up on the table. Pitch was concerned she would fall right over the edge. 

Someone else? What the hell did that mean?! The store was closed, and he was trying to have a nice conversation, but surely he could be forgiven for frantically looking about the room when his cat was acting weird. 

“Hm. Well…” Pitch cleared his throat and set his tea down, all seduction attempts on hold until he could clear this up. “I wonder what’s gotten into her…” 

‘I’m serious! Something’s going on. Can’t you feel it?! Stop flirting for five minutes and focus!’ 

While Pitch wanted to grumble something about how he could focus just fine thank you very much, he recognized when Onyx was distressed, and closed his eyes. 

Then nearly jumped from his seat a second later upon noticing the aura lingering at the unoccupied edge of the table between him and Jack. 

“....We aren’t alone here, it seems.”

Jack stared at Pitch with wide eyes, ramrod straight in his chair. What? No. Pitch was not… How could he know? He had to have noticed how Jack was acting and just made a guess. That was the only explanation. Pitch read people, and he was very good at it. Jack had to have given himself away. He had to.

"What?" Jack asked, faking a pathetic laugh as he made a show of looking around the room, empty except for them and the presence that wasn't really there. "What do you mean?"

Twiner tilted his head back and gave Jack an unimpressed look. “He means me. Obviously.”

Pitch whipped his head to the side as if he’d heard that, but wasn’t exactly looking Twiner in the face. Onyx retreated into Pitch’s lap with an annoyed little growl, not appreciating the intrusion one bit. 

‘The guy’s haunted. He has to be for someone to get past the wards. Unless you pissed someone off recently.’ 

That was unlikely. People usually left Pitch’s shop excited, hopeful, sometimes scared, but not angry. It wasn’t like anyone knew the concoctions he sold up front were one thousand percent fake and had nothing to do with what he actually enjoyed crafting in the back. 

If the spirit was attached to Jack, however… That. Explained some things. 

“I think you know exactly what I mean.” 

Jack clutched his mug tighter, his whole body tense with panic and indecision. What could he do here? What could he say? He couldn't admit that there was a dead person in the room. Jack never told anyone what he could see. It wasn’t normal. It wasn’t…

“He’s got you,” Twiner droned from between them. He looked over Pitch, then back to Jack. “I don’t know how, but he’s got you.”

Out of instinct and reflex more than conscious thought, Jack said to Pitch, “I have no idea.”

“Jack…” Pitch started gently. He could tell just by looking at him that Jack was hiding something, no psychic prowess necessary. Though, he also didn’t get the feeling that Jack meant him any personal harm. This wasn’t some clever ruse to get close to Pitch and expose him for what he was or rob him blind or something. If Pitch had missed those signs, Onyx wouldn’t have. He stroked her fur soothingly for both of their sakes and went out on a limb. 

“How long has this spirit been following you?” 

Jack swallowed thickly and pointedly did not look at Twiner. This was a disaster. This was a—

“Jack,” Twiner said softly, “breathe.” He floated closer and reached out with one hand, even though he couldn’t touch Jack, even though it wouldn’t be comforting at all. “He’s just asking a question. You heard it, right? He believes you. You haven’t said anything, and he already believes you.”

It was hard to hear Twiner through the rushing in Jack’s ears. How was this possible? How was this happening? Jack had been so careful. Things had been so good. Pitch knew. How did Pitch know? Jack worked his throat, knowing he needed to respond, but absolutely lost for words. What was he going to say?

Twiner leaned into Jack’s field of vision, so that Jack had no choice but to see him. “It’s okay. Just answer him. It looks weirder if you don’t answer, Jack.”

…Oh hell, that was true, wasn’t it? Jack scrunched his eyes closed and made a decision. Twiner was right, and Jack was trapped anyway. It was time to be brave. “Ever since he died.”

There it was. 

With Onyx settled, Pitch felt more comfortable scooting in closer to the table. To Jack. He much preferred the expression on his face when he took that first sip of tea to this troubled one, but… well, who better to talk to about a haunting than someone who understood the supernatural world? Why had they bothered with the pretense of palm reading all this time?

Pitch reached to open the box of cookies, leaving them for quick, easy access should Jack want them. 

“So you know who he is. Is he…” Pitch looked in Twiner’s vague direction, choosing his words carefully. “Is he a dangerous presence to you?” 

Twiner snorted in offense, but didn’t say anything. He leaned out of Jack’s way and left it to him to respond. 

Jack shook his head quickly. Twiner was never dangerous to Jack. He was a little mean sometimes, but always helpful. Really, Jack didn’t know where he would be without Twiner around to talk through his problems. “He’s a friend.”

“I see.” Pitch turned his attention back to Jack with a tilt of his head. “Are you looking to… bring him peace? Help settle some unfinished business? I’m not qualified as an exorcist by any means, but there are other ways I can help you.” 

Jack shook his head again, even before Twiner gave Pitch a dirty look for what he was implying. “No! He’s… I’m not trying to get rid of him. That’s, that’s not why I’m here,” Jack admitted softly. 

“Then… Why are you here, Jack?” Pitch finally asked. “It’s not for your future.” 

Jack stared at the tablecloth because it was easier than meeting Pitch’s eyes. Seriously? Was Jack that obvious? He knew Pitch was good at reading people. Why was Jack surprised that he had been fooling no one? “You’re right,” Jack agreed. “I don’t believe in fortune telling.”

Pitch couldn’t help it. He brought a hand to the side of his face and chuckled. “Honestly, that’s a relief.” 

Jack… chanced looking up at him through his lashes. “Because you can’t read the future anyway, right?”

Pitch’s sigh was exasperated, but the smile hadn’t left. “Have we really been deceiving each other this entire time?” 

"I dunno," Jack said, almost cheekily. It felt right, but he was still on uncertain ground here. "Did I really lie? I was here for the palm readings, even if I didn't care about what you said."

“Well, if you left my shop satisfied with my services, no one can say I wasn’t doing my job,” Pitch quipped right back. It was far too easy to slide back into the banter that had made Jack’s company so enjoyable. 

Jack smirked. Typical Pitch. Yeah, alright, it was a fair point. But then Jack’s expression dimmed again. “So, then… If you can’t tell the future or anything…” Jack hedged, reluctant but needing to understand. “I mean, I’m not trying to exorcize Twiner, but you said, if I was, that you could help. How could you help?”

Pitch eyed him a moment or two longer, drawing out the silence until it was nearly unbearable. He raised one of those hands that had so reverently held Jack’s and pointed to his mug of still steaming tea. Tracing something invisible in the air with a finger, the vapor slowly began to morph before Jack’s eyes, forming into the simple shape of a butterfly. It managed to flap its wispy wings twice before dissipating into the air. 

“I’m not a complete hack when it comes to these things.” 

“Holy shit,” Jack and Twiner said at the same time. Pitch would only hear one of them, of course.

What was happening? Jack didn’t understand. Reading the future was one thing, but this… This was magic. Jack didn’t bother to hide the awe and confusion in his voice. “What are you?”

‘A showoff, for starters,’ Onyx answered as she peeked her head up from Pitch’s lap. Pitch flicked one of her ears and only narrowly missed getting scratched for it. 

“...Warlock, I suppose? Witch? I always struggle giving it a title. I have some knowledge and experience in what one would consider the ‘dark arts.’” Pitch shrugged. “But people these days are more comfortable giving money to a fortune teller than a witch.” 

Jack’s eyes were wide again, but this time his posture was completely slack. Slumped in his seat with his shoulders hanging low, Jack wondered why he never thought magic was real, before now. Jack could speak to ghosts and somehow, he just never considered that someone else might be a witch. “I’m an idiot.”

Twiner nodded agreeably beside him. “Yeah, you are.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself,” Pitch soothed, “I don’t exactly want just anyone knowing the truth. I’d rather not have that kind of attention.” 

Jack glared at Twiner, even as he nodded slowly at Pitch’s words. Jack could relate, of course. “I get it. I don’t…” Jack found the tablecloth fascinating again, and clutched at his tea even though his mug wasn’t as warm now. “I’ve never told anyone what I can see. Even Twiner didn’t know, until… after…”

“Wait, see?” Pitch’s attention was immediately piqued. “What can you see?” 

Jack sat up straighter. He thought Pitch already knew. “The dead.”

“You can see the dead?” Now it was Pitch’s turn to be dumbstruck with awe and wonder. “Your friend… You see him right now?” 

Jack nodded and looked over at Twiner, who shrugged. Jack shrugged back. It’s not like either of them were experts. “Is that, like… weird? I mean, even for a witch?”

“It’s…” Pitch’s eyes followed to where Jack was looking. “It’s impressive. I can only sense other presences. Can you hear them too?” 

“Yeah, Jack,” Twiner teased, amusement shining in his eyes. “Can you hear me?”

Jack laughed and shook his head. This situation was surreal. “Shut up, Twiner.” And then, to Pitch, “Yes, I can hear him.” 

Pitch blinked between Jack and the invisible spot that a dead person was supposedly standing. “And talk to them? To him? You’re talking to him right now?” 

Jack looked at Pitch in hesitant surprise. He didn’t like that so much of this was shocking to Pitch, who probably knew the most about all of this out of the three of them. “I can talk to any of them. All of them. Anywhere. They just… They say things, and if I react, they say more things. It’s…” Jack leaned back in his chair and finally let go of his mug. “Sometimes it’s kinda cool. I’ve learned a lot of things that I never would have known if I couldn’t talk to someone who’s been dead for two hundred years, but most of the time it’s just noise.”

Twiner was looking at him with sad eyes. He reached out again, then just… let his hand fall. He couldn’t have touched Jack, anyway.

But Pitch could. He kind of wanted to, watching how defeated Jack seemed talking about his gift. Ignoring the whirlwind of possibilities that were brewing in his own head, befriending someone with a direct link to another plane of existence, Pitch slid the tray of cookies aside to lay his hand at the center of the table. The same way so many of their previous visits had started. “I get the feeling it’s quite lonely in all that noise.” 

Jack stared at Pitch’s hand, not quite understanding. Was Pitch going to… do something? Or was he just… 

Slowly, Jack reached across and laid his palm in Pitch’s grip. “It… It is.”

Pitch did nothing but curl his thumb around those slim fingers. This at least felt… genuine? There didn’t need to be a promise of money between them for Pitch to want to hold Jack’s hand. Especially when he needed a hand to hold so badly. “And that’s why you come here.” 

Jack bit his lip and met Pitch’s eyes unsteadily. This felt… vulnerable in a way that even revealing his greatest secret hadn’t. This wasn’t something Jack was stuck with, this was something Jack wanted. But he took the chance, because if he couldn't with Pitch, then he couldn't with anyone. 

Jack pressed his thumb over Pitch’s, awkwardly holding his hand. "Yeah."

Pitch smiled, only dropping his gaze to their hands for a moment, before he was back to icy blue eyes. “You know, Onyx had you pinned as someone extraordinary from the start, and she’s never been wrong. You’ll always be welcome here, Jack.” 

Jack’s heart felt warm at those words, and he found himself matching Pitch’s smile. They weren’t so different. Their secrets were different, but they were both hiding their talents from a world that would fear them. The relief of being able to tell someone… Being able to tell, and being understood… Jack couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so safe.

Wait.

“Onyx? Your cat?”

“Yeah,” Twiner said, resting his chin on his hand. “I’m pretty sure the cat’s what gave me away.”

As if on cue, Onyx gave a little meow and left Pitch’s lap to hop on the table. She padded her way over to Jack and sat in front of him expectantly, uncaring if she was blocking either of them from making doe eyes at each other. 

Pitch huffed at her little show, a complete one-eighty to the literal hissy fit she had thrown earlier. “Yes, her. She’s my… familiar. I can hear her the same way I assume you can hear your friend.” 

Jack stared dumbly at the cat only inches from his face. “But her lips don’t move.”

“...Perhaps not the same way as you and your friend then. I guess it’s more of a telepathy. On her end anyway,” Pitch elaborated.

‘Too bad, really. He’d be fun to talk to.’ With Jack only inches away, Onyx went ahead and did her usual gesture of rubbing her head underneath his chin. She was just as fond of Jack as Pitch was, and it always made Pitch’s heart melt a little when they got along. 

Jack brought up his free hand to scratch at Onyx’s chin and ears, as he always would. Getting to pet her was yet another reason why Jack loved coming here, and now both Pitch and she knew it. “Other than Twiner being a little faded out and floating, he looks and talks like anybody else. Just, only I can see and hear him,” Jack explained.

Pitch made a thoughtful noise, turning his head back to the spot where he sensed someone else's eyes on them. “I bet that makes for some awkward situations.”

“Yeah, it does,” Jack confirmed. He shrugged, like it wasn’t a big deal, but the lack of smile on his face probably gave him away. “So I just try to avoid situations where slipping up would make it awkward, you know?”

“Mm,” Pitch rubbed his thumb over Jack’s fingers. “If your Twiner is anything like my Onyx, they love those little slip ups. Onyx makes it very hard to keep a straight face during a reading.” 

“Twiner’s pretty alright,” Jack said, eyes drawn to Pitch’s hand on his. It felt so nice. It was all Jack ever really wanted out of these visits. “It’s the other spirits who get louder when they know I can hear them but don’t reply. Just… noise. All the time. I don’t know why I can hear them. It’s… cool, but not… useful. Or all that fun.”

Pitch took a moment to contemplate that. He could understand, of course. His own abilities, while he did enjoy practicing them, came with consequences and the need for secrecy that left him no choice but to remain largely isolated. Sadly, the world they lived in had no practical need for magic spells or potions or communicating with the dead. 

Except, Pitch thought, in the cases when it did. 

The key to a successful business was to tap into a niche market, after all. 

“What if…” he began slowly, dipping his head and leaning in like he had a secret to share. “What if there was a way we could make them useful?” 

Jack stared back at him in trepidation, because Pitch was looking positively diabolical now, but also with excitement, because, well, Jack was a little bit devilish, too. “What? How?”

“Think about where we are, Jack,” Pitch posed with a grin, gesturing widely with his other arm to the room around them. “People come into this shop every day seeking answers they can’t acquire through normal means. Some for their future, some for advice, some for any scrap of connection to something they’ve lost. Or someone. You’d be surprised what people are willing to pay for a bit of information.” 

Jack’s eyes widened. He didn’t need to look around. He knew exactly where they were. A fortune telling shop. Pitch was right. Of course he was right, but was Jack okay with taking people’s money for something… he wasn’t sure he could do? “I can’t, like… call up their relatives, though.”

Twiner snorted from right beside him. “No, but their relatives might call upon you.” 

Jack made a dissatisfied sound deep in his throat. Twiner wasn’t wrong. 

Pitch didn’t seem bothered by such a trivial detail, too excited about the possibilities in front of him, with a partner. “Maybe that’s something we can work on in time. Though, your friend, Twiner. He follows you, right? No one would know the difference except you.” Before too much apprehension could cross over Jack’s face, he went in for the kill and placed his other hand on top of their joined ones. 

Jack’s eyes were drawn to the way Pitch’s hands enveloped his. Those long fingers, softly caging Jack’s in a warm, familiar grip, made Jack feel secure in a way he hadn’t in a very long time. He wasn’t sure how he felt about using Twiner like that, or, hell, how Twiner felt about Jack using Twiner like that, but if it meant spending more time with Pitch, if it meant Pitch would hold his hand like this… 

“I know it sounds less than genuine, but believe me, more often than not what they’re paying for is the show. A cold breeze here, a candle flicker there, maybe an object falls over. If you set the mood right, it doesn’t matter if you can answer their questions truthfully or not. You’d be the one in control of the show, and I’d be right beside you with any ‘special effects’ you might need. So what do you think, Jack?” Pitch leaned in close, wearing a devastating smirk and an interested glow in his golden eyes. “Want to do seances with me?” 

Jack couldn’t look away from him. He was mesmerizing like this, energized and excited. Pitch was never like this when he did a reading, and Jack supposed that was the point. Jack had always known the readings were bullshit, and he came here anyway. It was a show, and everyone knew it. The real Pitch was the one who made him tea and didn’t pretend to read the future. The real Pitch was the one sitting in front of him right now, asking to join their futures.

Jack couldn’t remember the last time he even seriously considered his future. 

“We could make it fun,” Pitch added, as if he needed the cherry on top. 

How could Jack say no?

-o-

“If there’s someone here with us, please give us a sign of your presen—” 

Jack had barely finished the sentence when Twiner blew out three of the six candles arranged on the table, one for every person in the room. 

“Oh! Did you see that Nick?!” The petite woman cried excitedly, tugging on the large forearm of the Russian man she was seated beside. 

“Tchaikovsky! Manny? Manny, are you here?!” Nick’s large blue eyes were looking at every corner.

“Oh come off it, Mate,” the Australian man on his other side complained. “It was probably the wind.” 

Though the short blond man next to him was looking around with his arms out at his sides as if to say ‘But there are no windows?...’ 

The group in front of them had insisted this was necessary. Would not take no for an answer, practically barging into the newly furnished ‘seance’ room. Something about the passing of their great uncle who’d always been so hard to communicate with, and needing to settle his affairs, his will, properly. 

Pitch was more than happy to play along. They’d offered to pay almost twice the going rate. And Jack… 

“We’re in luck. There’s someone else in the room with us.” 

Jack seemed to be enjoying himself. All eyes were on him, waiting with bated breath for what he would say next, what bits of hidden truth he could reveal… 

“It’s Manny, right?!” 

“How is he looking?! What can you see?!” 

“This is bloody bonkers…” 

The low light flickered in the room, briefly casting everything in darkness, just enough to make the group collectively gasp. Pitch took the opportunity to clear his throat. 

“I would remind you all to please remain calm and be respectful,” he said pointedly in the direction of the gruff man crossing his arms over his chest. “Jack needs to concentrate, and the spirits can and will respond to the energy in the room.” 

Underneath the table, Pitch was holding Jack’s hand, idly stroking his thumb over the back of it. It was a silent signal that everything was going to plan, to keep up appearances, and also that Pitch was by his side, not going anywhere.

Encouraged, Jack did his best not to smile and sought out Twiner floating behind their guests. Twiner had his usual expression, somewhere between amused and exasperated, but was poised to do something to ruffle up the grumpy one. 

Onyx beat him to it when she, under the cover of low light and lower table cloth, darted between the man’s legs fast enough to be felt but not heard and hid elsewhere in the shadows. 

“Crikey something touched me!” The man sounded positively panicked now. 

“Oh Aster, calm down!” 

“Must be Manny! Must be wanting your attention!” 

The blond man clapped excitedly. 

“Wh-what does he want? Oi! What do I do?!” Aster was looking demandingly at Jack.

“Jeez, this guy’s uptight,” Twiner muttered mere inches from Aster’s face. “He’s gonna need one of Pitch’s famous ‘sleeping tonics’ after today.” 

“Have an open mind and listen,” Jack answered with a bit of a laugh. “He seems to have a hard time getting a word in.” 

“Yes, see? Don’t be so jumpy, Aster. Here, come switch seats with Toothy,” Nick suggested, which promptly resulted in their group shuffling around, distracted and chatting amongst themselves. 

Pitch wanted to roll his eyes, but he settled for a flick of his fingers. The room went dark again, and he resigned himself to the ensuing chaos when he conjured up a little glowing orb to bob and float near the ceiling. 

That was alright. While they called to it instead of Jack, Pitch took the opportunity to steal a kiss. Just a quick peck on the lips because he could, because he had a partner, because they could just claim the spirits weren’t cooperating today and they’d have to try again some other time. 

It was a future Pitch couldn’t have predicted, and he wouldn’t change it for the world. 

[royal-tea-blogs]

Deleted all my shit on accident because I don’t pay attention. Rip to all my old art and few popular posts. If I find them I’ll reblog them here under #royal classics

Uhh just don’t be a bitch and you can chill here I don’t care.

I reblog mostly memes and tumblr shenaniganary.

This blog is not spoiler free. Block the tags plz

Current hyperfixations:

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss

Trolls

Fnaf

Loki series

Good Omens

Detroit Become Human

Mario (yes really)

Httyd/Rotg/Rotbtd

Spiderverse

Marvel

It 2017 (mostly just Reddie lol)

Yuurivoice

Black Butler

Idk it changes monthly

Homophobes TERFS pedos, etc y’all know the drill by now get the fuck off my dash

If you think shipping a child with an adult or siblings together is “not a big deal” get tf off my dash seriously ew y’all I still love you as human beings but please seek therapy

Any ships or fandoms will be tagged. If you really hate them that much and haven’t blocked the tags by now that’s your fault get over yourself.

#royal rambles is all my stuff since I’m a nostalgic mf and like to look back on shit.

[uppastthejelliclemoon]

what is your favourite fic you ever write

i'm going through my ask box and i'm so sorry i just saw this 😭😭

out of my cats fics?

i probably have to say either "Halloween" or "i thought i'd never see your sweet face again". as all my oc x canon stories do, "i thought i'd never see your sweet face again" did absolutely SHIT with hits, but it's still one of my favorite fics, and "Halloween" is just such a sweet and fun story, i loved getting to write all the characters having reunions and getting closure!!

out of my non-cats fics...

oh, brother of mine

to the boy i wish was my brother

is there an echo?

all three of these are so important to me for different reasons. i love writing Peter and Edmund's relationship, Steve, Max, and Dustin are my favorite little sibling trio, and Echo just... he's my beloved (AND I'M GETTING HIM BACK ON WEDNESDAY MY BELOVED IS RETURNING)

i do have fics that are published on fanfiction.net that i haven't moved to Ao3, but i will say that I have an ROTG fic that's one of my absolute favorites, because it's got one of my first OCs who's so special to me <3

[nerdynanny]

that time i got flabbergasted

SO. you've likely seen this post. that's my pal, sasha! we go back a ways as friendos and have cosplayed together on more than once occasion. we take the piss out of one another, too.

SO. that summer, this post was doing rounds. and we weren't letting sasha live it down. my sister and i were being little shits. she went to get her badge and we waited, when someone approached us on the couch.

they proceed to say 'i follow you on tumblr! i can't believe it's you!' and i turned to sasha with the BIGGEST shit-eating grin. because she's the FAMOOS sashaforthewin. of known cosplay legend. so this peep [fem presenting at the time but this was years ago so i don't wanna misgender] comes up and starts talking to ME about MY tumblr.

at the time i ran @omnipotentmoon, a relatively popular rotg-centered tumblr blog. i ran a major cross-blog plot event here and there. i was also a little shit. again this was a decade or so ago. so i turn to look at sasha and they have this SHIT EATING GRIN like a goddamn uno reverse.

needless to say i was FLUSTERED. this person went on about my writing and I could only retort with "ahahaha sorry for all the gay" because HOW??? HOW??? OF ALL THE MOMENTS?

anywho don't make assumptions cuz it makes an ass out of u.

[lunanofflibrary]

Nightlight/Jack: * slightly mimics a behaviour he learned specifically from Koz * Koz, externally: hm. Koz, internally:

[safyresky]

I'm going BONKERS and can't focus on SHIT this week so plz enjoy this list of wip ideas that I have that Will Not Let Me Rest and Focus on CS

AU in which Winter and Blaise disappear and Jack becomes the legal guardian of an INCREDIBLY angry 1400 year old Jacqueline and 300 year old Fino and Fiera who seem to be stuck in their terrible two hundreds STILL and are on FIRE and have a penchant for blowing shit up all. the. time.

Smile Shot in which Jack and Jacqueline have to chase a piece of fractured time that is hell bent on killing them for some reason through multiple timelines to defeat it, and get stuck with their younger, pre-day of darkness selves 👀👀👀

A series in which the youngest Diteline kid, Robyn, makes a funky cool friend and they go on all sorts of magical adventures that get them both into heaps of trouble. The friend is 100% human. Robyn can set things on fire. Shenanigans ensue. Diteline are acting Cupid and Jack Frost at this point, for maximum shenanigans

AU in which Jack isn't the BAD guy but is INCREDIBLY chaotic. Why? Because in this AU, in fact, the WHOLE REASON I want it to exist, is because I want to see a version of tsc3 in which Jack sees Santa's loosing sight of what's important and decideds "hey, let me help him by forcing him to use the escape clause, taking his place, so he can learn a Valuable Life Lesson about family in a very Dickens-esque way. This results in a scene where Jack explains this plan to Jacqueline after enacting it (so he's Santa) and Jacqueline just stands there, hands on her hips, absolutely furious like, "YOU THOUGHT W H A T?" (tho it does end with Jacqueline being like do u think it'll work. And Jack being like I know it will. And Jacqueline being like FINE. UGH. WHY are you LIKE THIS but agreeing to help nontheless)

Story based on when I thought the series was going to be called "Clause for Celebration" in which, to find a replacement Santa, Scott has a Santa-Lympics where the Legends pick a champion to claim the title of Santa Claus. Unfortunately, he learns too late that he can't pick Charlie. Jack also can't pick Charlie bc he gets BANNED from picking a champion COMPLETELY by the dude who is making sure it's all "fair" (most likely a mischievous evil fairy). Jack finds a loophole--Legates are technically Legendary and by those rules, can pick a Champion if they'd like to. Charlie is a school teacher and is upset about the Santa-Lympics bc he cannot participate. Danielle also teaches and knows about the Santa thing and is encouraging him to do it anyway. She's made friends with the quirky new librarian, Ms. Winters, who has these AMAZING fantasy stories during story time, and tells Charlie to ask her and pretend it's a story. She'd dig it. Ms. Winters does, in fact, dig it, and tells him he should volunteer anyway and maybe someone will sponsor him in a very hunger games-esque way because surely, there are more Legendary figures than just the ones he knows, right? So he does. Guess. guess who sponsors him. GUESS. Shenanigans ensue. Krampus is the BBEG. Diteline get eaten by Krampus. Jacquie commits atrocities. Charlie defeats Krampus. It's great. This one's too developed for my own good, holy hell.

RotG Crossover where the Legates get sucked into the Guardians universe bc of a dumb Pitch plot. Toothiana thinks Myles is the cutest thing! Jack is sus of Jacqueline. North thinks Charlie is v tiny and funny for a Santa. Charlie really wants a Yeti. Xander is super excited to interact with someone who knows SSL (sand sign language). Our Jack pops into the universe to bring back Jacqueline (and the others too, I GUESS) without telling the rest of the Council. When he finally finds his sister a scene ensues where Pitch is like, "YOU'RE Jack Frost. and YOU'RE Jack Frost (points to Jacqueline). ARE THERE ANY OTHER JACK FROSTS I SHOULD KNOW ABOUT?" and our Jack goes "Hi." Pitch whips around and gets socked in the face by him. Shenanigans and angst ensue, the latter especially on the rotg side of things >:)

[thewistlingbadger]

The trans urge to cry while watching rise of the guardians

[dumbklaustrash]

ROTG Klaus AU #2

Jesper still goes out with Klaus to deliver presents every Christmas Eve. It's a tradition that means a lot to them and sometimes the months leading up to Christmas are so hectic for both of them that they don't get to have a lot of personal time together, so it's basically a whole night of them having fun together to make up for that.

Jesper makes Klaus do all the actual going down chimney stuff because he says that after attempting to survive the guard-dog-ridden town known as Smeerensburg he deserves to retire from that

When the song Santa Baby first came out, Jesper played that shit on repeat, absolutely broke it down to it

Klaus, on the other hand, was so embarrassed when he first heard it, he hated it, but at least he got a good few laughs out of Jesper's appalling dancing

Jesper, who is basically just an immortal/magical mailman and not a technical Guardian, can be seen by regular people whether or not they believe in the other Guardians. This means he is constantly relegated to Starbucks Duty whenever the Guardians are over at the Workshop for meetings

Oh Jack Frost only has one (1) sweatshirt??? Not on Jesper's watch, he single handedly keeps his and Klaus's wardrobes up to date (although Klaus mainly sticks to clothing he would have worn while he was actually alive) and is more than happy to take Jack under his wing in that regard

Sometimes Jesper will force Klaus to try on outfits that Klaus thinks are ridiculous, like cmon Jesper you know he's not a leather jacket kind of guy, but he humors him anyway because when you've been married to someone for 200 years you learn when to pick your battles

Jesper sits in on almost every Guardian meeting, but he almost never actually contributes anything useful. He mainly doodles on the chalkboard and makes snarky comments (mainly directed towards Bunny) (okay only directed towards Bunny)

Bunny and Jesper, while they do deeply dislike one another, can get along when they have to so it doesn't really create a rift in a group, more like a general feeling of "whatever you do, do not mention color theory, they will start a war over it"

Jesper loves Sandy, though, absolutely loves him

Jesper tried to like the elves, he really did, but he just can't. He and Phil bond over this

Klaus is not entirely sure of where the elves came from, but he does love them. They might be dumb, but they do genuinely try to help, and he just cant find it in him to dislike them

He likes to say that's the exact reason he cant dislike Jesper, which normally gets him a halfhearted slap on the arm and a fond kiss on the cheek

[alkalinefrog]

Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime, books, movies or tv series)? Thanks....

The "..." is so ominous LMAO yeah of course! Gosh, of all time?? That's a big ask, I'll do my best to remember, but I'll inevitably forget one or two. This is a really great question though!

1) Sun Wukong from Journey to the West - is THE number one, like the rest of this list isn't a ranking except for this! I had this disc set of an animated series based on him that was only ever aired in China that I loved to death as a kid! Looking back, I definitely had gender envy towards this androgynous trickster/shape-shifter character even when I couldn't quite put it into words. I'm not one to kin characters, but he'd be the only one that comes close to it.

The rest in no particular order:

2) Percy Jackson - Very rarely do I find a main character that I absolutely adore! I love my demigod son and only want him to be happy

3) Kakashi and Rock Lee from Naruto - this is cheating but you knew Naruto characters were going to be on here and I can't choose between the two aogdkahaalval

4) Kikyo from Inuyasha - Listen. I know she's annoying as hell. Like every time Kagome and Inuyasha make any romantic progress she shows up and Inuyasha loses his shit. I get it. But I found her story beautifully tragic and really fell in love with the quiet strength she exuded. I cried when she finally passed away and got closure with him.

5) Midoriya Izuku from MHA - I've kinda fallen off the series lately, but he still remains one of my favourite protagonists! Such a kind and compassionate soul!

6) Arya from Eragon - does anyone remember the Inheritance cycle? Because that was my favourite fantasy series as a kid! Loved the badass elf lady and Eragon's hopeless crush on her lol

7) Zuko and Toph from Avatar - cheating again, I think this one's pretty self-explanatory

8) Hiccup from HTTYD - Ahhhh these movies are such a treasure!!

9) Jack Frost from RotG - this film was super formative for my understanding of what I value in storytelling! And I love how nuanced of a character he is. All of my favourite scenes are with him bringing joy to others despite his own sadness!

10) Aziraphale and Crowley from Good Omens - these two NEED to be a package deal, I literally just started watching the show and am already in love with their relationship. @everyone don't you dare send me spoilers rn 😭❤️

No dn characters made it onto the list but that's just because I enjoy more uplifting shows and books. Thanks for the fun ask!

[starlightshadowsworld]

Concept of a Y/N fanfic where they just go through different fandoms to help their comfort characters and going ape shit against those that hurt them.

Go to Encanto and just hold Mirabel as the family blame her.

Go to ROTG and keep Jack company.

They're gonna have a field day in Harry Potter, Dumbles sure ain't coming back.

Like you become the Glamrock Freddy of their universe, protecting your Gregory against all that dare to hurt them.