//Ok, so I won’t be able to reply again until next week because MY LIFE ON THE INTERNET AND IN REAL LIFE ARE COLLIDING WITH EACH OTHER LIKE FUCKING CRAZY
THESE PROJECTS ARE KILLING ME. I HAVEN’T EVEN STARTED ANYTHING YET, AS IN 0 PROGRESS IN EVERYTHING AND THE SUBMISSION IS ALREADY NEXT WEEK. I JUST FUCKING CANT DO IT. EVERYTIME I TRY TO DO IT, I END UP STARING AT A BLANK FUCKING PAPER, OR JUST SLEEP IT OUT.
AND THERE;S THAT CONSTANT WORRYING THAT I MAYBE UPSETTING MY RP PARTNERS BECAUSE I’M NOT SO ACTIVE ANYMORE. IM REALLY SORRY GUYS OKAY. WITH A BUNCH OF THINGS CURRENTLY GOING ON IN MY MIND, I JUST CAN’;T REALLY FOCUS.
And so, I’ve decided to just stay away from tumblr (possibly even from the computer) for a while so I can concentrate on finishing my final projects.
i’ve accidentally started to ship hans and jack
The Snow Queen groaned softly covering herself with the blanet ilof snow. Olaf pulled Jack’s hand to get the two out of Elsa’s chamber to not disturbe her slumber, carefully closing the door.
He sighed and fiddled his twig
"Yes it was an accident! but you must understand what she has been going through! Queen Elsa kept herself isolated for years and her people were scared of her power because she didnt know how to control it, calling her a monster and all these other mean names!" Olaf said sadly.
Jack glanced over his shoulder to take a last look at the sleeping Elsa before completely following Olaf outside the chamber. Once again, he knelt down to the level of the snowman’s height, and listened carefully to what he had to say.
Eyebrows knotting together, the winter sprite felt like it wasn’t right. Elsa’s powers were a wonderful gift. “Well, there must be a way for them to stop hunting her, and also for Elsa to stop the winter that she created,” he said. He could help, but perhaps not so much. This winter was not of his own, someone else was bending it to their will, or rather emotion’s will.
Wendy smiled at him, grateful he was okay with spending more time with her. She figured, if she was here for two years, she might as well make an effort to get friends sooner rather than later.”I can’t wait to see your tour guide skills at work then!” She said as she walked out the door with him.
"Ever the gentleman, aren’t you Jack?" She chuckled as he held the door open for her. She let herself trail off from the comment when she listened to his vague explanation. "Sounds interesting, I can’t wait to find out what it is!" She grinned as the walked, having to pull on Jack’s arm every so often to pull him away from walking backwards into things with a eye roll and smile.
From time to time, Jack would just chuckle when Wendy pulled on him. He’d take glances on his side to look at the people who had already pass by him, just to see their reaction if they mind him walking backwards or not.
It didn’t take long for them to reach their next destination. Jack stopped on his tracks and flashed a wide grin at Wendy. “Welp, here it is! North’s Toy Store!” he exclaimed gleefully as he grandly swept his arms at the shop’s banner.
He walked over to the door and opened it for Wendy once more, simultaneously releasing the playful noises that were coming from the inside. “Feel free to step inside and have a look, Miss Darling,” Jack said as he bowed lightly and beckoned Wendy to go inside.
"That’s PRESIDENT to ya, old timer, watch it."She snapped, frowning at him before turning on her heel in the direction of the Mountains.
As they walked (or rather…flew in his case), she couldn’t help but give him sideways glances. She saw him glitch-she was beyond sure about that-and it was bugging her.
In the short, mostly miserable 15 years of her life, she was the only person she’d ever met who had her disability…or she should be saying her super power. So how come someone from the outside world was doing it? It just didn’t make sense. He had no code.
"Nuance," Jack shrugged. He hovered beside Vanellope as he let her lead the way. Drifting slowly felt like a peculiar thing to do for the boy. When he’s not idly touring inside a game, he’d most likely do his duty as a winter spirit to bring snow mostly on the Northern hemisphere in amazing speed.
He lied on his back, both of his hands behind his head and started whistling out of boredom. “Are we there yet?” he inquired, even though he already knew the answer to that. Perhaps it seemed a little bit odd that he was the one to act this way.
Once more, he glitched. But this time, it was on his hands, affecting the staff along with it. Still unaware, Jack felt tingly, but he didn’t let that feeling bother him too much.
"Nice to meet you Jack Frost. I’m Princess Anna of Arendelle. WAIT! J-Jack Frost? You’re real?" The princess looked at him strangely. "J-Jack Frost?" Anna’s hair was gently blowing in her face, due to the winds of the blizzard.
Jack chuckled. “Well, yeah. Isn’t this enough for an evidence?” he stated, gesturing his hand to himself. “It’s nice to meet you too A— I mean, Princess Anna,” he added, then bowed in front of the girl. “You know, a princess shouldn’t be freezing like this.” Jack snapped his fingers and the blizzard had seem to settle down a bit.
"Well, your powers actually help,” Elsa said, visibly relaxing at the sight of the snowflake he made and smiled at it. She lifted her hand, creating her own ornate snowflake, watching it float around in the air.
"Mine…can be dangerous. Which is why I stay up here, so I can use them, and not hurt anyone." She smiled solemnly, letting the snowflake fly away from her hand and float about the room.
"Help? What do you mean by that?" Jack arched a brow at Elsa, then gazed at both of their snowflakes twirl in the air. He looked at his hands, then at his staff. Perhaps Elsa was right. Unlike her, Jack had his staff as an outlet for him to use his powers. Hers was quite raw. A little to powerful if not used or controlled correctly, he thought.
Still, the way she showed him her powers seemed like she was able to make a good use out of it. Not to mention that huge ice castle that she built by herself. “You know, it’d only become dangerous it you’d think of it as something that’s dangerous,” he said, hoping that his efforts of consoling her would at least work even in the tiniest bit.