Jack Frost, here to bring you snowballs and fun times. I'm a Guardian. The Man in the Moon told me so.

But hey, there are a lot of Jacks out there nowadays. Feel free to call me Mis.

[Independent Jack Frost RP blog]

[Current M!A: No memory of Bleak; extended indefinitely.]

[Unless explicitly stated, no .gifs or images are mine.]



I’ll be at Sakura Con this weekend, and if you happen to go yourself, you’ll see me as both Jack Frost and Zacharie (the merchant) from the French indie game OFF [both masks throughout the day, methinks].

SEE YOU SUCKERS THERE you guys are awesome I’m already being told people will be there

(Source: hadadelanoche25)

mischiefandfrost sent: KEVIN NO YOU'RE SO MUCH BETTER THAN THIS STALKING BUSINESS

ikilledforhim:

ikilledforhim:

I DON’T??? WHAT???

WHY ARE WE YELLING?

Because I’m an impatient guy who has a lot of shit to do and can’t afford to take sick days? Do you know how much could go down? I could sleep for more than four hours and suddenly my house is on fire. Not happenin’.

[Kevin chuckles, shaking his head with a grin. He just wanted to nap for a minute. Snuck away from Seamus.] Because I’m only eighteen and it’s hard to move to a new state on your own? Steven knew the place, I knew Steven. Haven’t found a reason to change place yet.

"Like what?" he dares to ask, though he did have a pretty good idea, and he didn’t like it one bit. It was strange to think he was used to people like Kevin, that did bad things like they were normal. "That’s a weird exaggeration," Jack noted, squinting at him. Had he missed a house fire?

"Then… why did you move?" he asked carefully. Maybe he didn’t know as much about this guy as he’d thought he did. "Weren’t you just complaining about Steven? Did you guys have a fight?" the winter spirit goes on, tipping his head to the side curiously, twirling his staff on its end in his hand.

malevolentjackfrost:

mischiefandfrost:

Jack nodded somberly. “Well, I guess, if you need somewhere to forget about things, you can always come to me. I can… be that clueless guy you go to so you don’t have to think about everything all the time?” he offered.

He smirked a little. “You’re always at least kind-of extraordinary.”

"I’ll keep that in mind." Mal said, he looked down at the amber liquid. He started feeling warm and the alcohol was hitting him, "how are you feeling? Should I release your ban on rum?" 

He chuckled, patting Mis’s head, “you’re too kind lamby” 

"I know it’s dumb, but I still wanna be there or something. Y’know? However I can be useful." He closed his eyes and hummed thoughtfully, experimentally lifting his arms a few times. "Gimme a lil more, then I’ll be good."

Pouting, he huffed out. “Nuh-uh, I’m just the right amount of kind.”

(Source: frozenweirdo)

colonial-trickster:

synonyms: surrender, abandonment, renunciation, forfeiture, relinquishment, resignation, abdication

colonial-trickster:

synonyms: surrender, abandonment, renunciation, forfeiture, relinquishment, resignation, abdication

viva-la-cerberus:

Jack Frost’s hair movements appreciation post.

❄ requested by anonymous

(Source: believeintheguardians)

malevolentjackfrost:

mischiefandfrost:

He gave a longing look to the bottle as Mal took it away, offering a dramatic sigh of sorrow. But he seemed to recover quickly. “So what? That’s what friendship is supposed to be for. Having someone be there during the crappy times and whatnot.”

Rolling onto his stomach, he propped himself up on his elbows. “What sort of not-extraordinary?”

He took a second to consider what Mis said, “yeah, I guess you have a point there.” Mal took a sip from his bottle again, “but still, there are some things I just don’t want to bring up when seeing old friends again.”

"you know….. my sort of not-extraordinary" 

Jack nodded somberly. “Well, I guess, if you need somewhere to forget about things, you can always come to me. I can… be that clueless guy you go to so you don’t have to think about everything all the time?” he offered.

He smirked a little. “You’re always at least kind-of extraordinary.”

mischiefandfrost sent: KEVIN NO YOU'RE SO MUCH BETTER THAN THIS STALKING BUSINESS

ikilledforhim:

ikilledforhim:

I DON’T??? WHAT???

WHY ARE WE YELLING?

My chest has been an open wound for days. People have tried, and failed, to keep me still but its not happenin’.

[He honestly cannot even comment on this right now. He feels like a child, more so than he already is.] My flatmate decided to fuck me up. I still haven’t healed from where he left me for dead.

Why wouldn’t you just stay put on your own? This looks like it really hurts.

[He grimaces a little, looking the young man over thoroughly, squinting.] Uh, not that it’s any of my business, but why would you live with someone that wants to stab you? [He looked around, hoping for some sign of life around them. He should probably try to get this guy to a hospital or something.]