I might have shed a tear or two (i full on sobbed)
SCREAMING SHAKING CRYING THROWING UP SPINNING COUNTERCLOCKWISE ON THE FLOOR BARKING BITING WAILING WEEPING HOWLING AT THE MOON THE WAY I'VE BEEN IN MEETINGS ALL DAY AND THIS IS THE FIRST THING I SEE WHEN I FINALLY CHECK MY PHONE IM DEAD IM DYING I'VE NEVER BEEN MORE ALIVE IM ASCENDING ONTO A HIGHER SPHERE OF HUMAN CONSCIOUSNESS IM EMOTIONALLY SPIRITUALLY AND METAPHYSICALLY ON A WHOLE DIFFERENT LEVEL OF EXISTENCE IM LOSING MY MIND MY SANITY MY GRASP ON REALITY IM RIDING THE HYPE TRAIN STRAIGHT TO BREAKDOWNVILLE IM ABOUT TO PARTAKE IN ACTS OF FEMALE HYSTERIA TO COPE
THE TENDERNESS THE PLAYFULNESS THE INTIMACY THE ADORATION THE JOY THE LOVE THERE IS LITERALLY NO SEQUENCE OF WORDS I COULD PUT TOGETHER TO DESCRIBE HOW INSANE THIS IS MAKING ME FEEL IM JUST SO DEEPLY FUCKED IN THE HEAD ABOUT IT THE ORDERLIES ARE ALREADY AT MY DOOR TRYING TO DRAG ME INTO A PADDED ROOM IF THIS WERE THE 19th CENTURY DOCTORS WOULD HAVE ME ON SOME HEROIN TONIC BY NOW
WHEN MY TIME COMES CARVE THIS PICTURE INTO MY SOUL AND PUT IT ON MY TOMBSTONE
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I HAVE YET TO GO TO BED SO IT'S STILL TECHNICALLY MARCH 13TH SO WOE, FROSTMAS YEAR THREE BE UPON YE, AO3!
Give it a read on ao3 HERE.
Year Three
After failing to "make amends" over dinner with Jacqueline, Santa Jack visits the other Frosts to extend an "olive branch".
Physically PAINED ME to write--because I 100% essentially rewrote this chapter while prepping it for crossposting--this year because it's the year Jack goes to see the rest of the fam. And man, reading THIS VERSION OF A REUNION, WHERE MTF DIDN'T HAPPEN, AFTER CRYSTAL SPRINGS HAS BEEN FINISHED? I dealt so much psychic damage to myself, oy vey.
Would've been up sooner but we had a BIG EMOTIONS night here at safyresky industries. Eh, what are you gonna do? Bottle it up like these sprites do? FUCK NO! THAT'S HOW YOU FUCK YOURSELF UP! AH!
Word count went from 7k to 12k. I am SO skilled out of control. RIP.
Not sure what to heck a Frostmas is? I got you, boo! Have a summary:
The Twelve Years of Frostmas
Nobody but he and I knew the truth. Jack wasn’t supposed to be Santa; I wasn’t supposed to be Jack Frost. He thought being Santa would fix everything.
He was horribly, horribly mistaken.
[My take on Jack’s reign as Santa during the Escape Clause. MAJOR OC involvement AND First Person POV from said OC. Finally cross posting THIS behemoth! Enjoy!]
Interested? Take it from the top HERE on ao3! And here on ff dot net, where it is done up to Year 10.
And, of course, take a snippet from Year Three below the cut!
It was a moment before the doors swung open, revealing nobody.
Jack frowned, confused. He blinked, peering into the foyer.
“Can we help you?”
Jack slowly lowered his gaze, taken aback by the new, slightly sassy voice. It was high pitched; gratingly so, almost. His heart skipped a beat when he finally came face to face with the figures that had answered the door.
They were a matching pair. A boy and a girl. The boy held one of the doors open; the girl stood beside him, holding the other door open with one hand, the other sitting on her hip. They looked remarkably similar: same facial structure, freckles in all the exact same places along their faces. They were also very much on fire, the boy’s hair burning up, the girl’s hair lit at the ends, sparks cracking as she and the boy stared him down, unblinking.
And that was when Jack realized that he was a big brother. AGAIN. Doubly so, in fact.
It was the only logical explanation, after all. Twins. On fire twins. With very familiar noses and jawlines under the roundness. And very familiar golden eyes.
Seems the next set of kids had finally taken after his father.
“Hi,” he said, finally finding his voice.
“Hey.”
“Sup.”
“Who are you?”
“Who am I? You don’t know who I am? Actually, I should be asking you that. Both of you.”
“Well, we asked you first, so…” the boy shrugged, looking up at Jack perplexed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“You don’t know who I am? Really?”
They shared a look.
“Nah.”
“Not a clue.”
“The jacket doesn’t give it away? The silly hat?”
“Ha. It is a silly hat, isn’t it?” The girl snickered.
“What about our faces? We have very similar noses, don’t you. Don’t you think?”
“Yours is way more crooked,” the boy pointed out.
“Do you get punched a lot? I bet you do.” The girl turned to the boy. “He has a kind of gets punched a lot aura, don’t you think?”
The boy ignored her, tilting his head. “Are you supposed to be Santa?”
“Yes!”
“You don’t look like Santa at all.”
“Yeah man. Way too frozie around here,” the girl squinted, gesturing to her chin.
“And you’re way too skinny,” said the boy.
“I’ve been watching my weight! Way too many cookies, and you know, the holly jolly look just isn’t my thing.”
“Too many COOKIES?!?!”
“The holly jolly look? Isn’t? your thing? But that’s Santa’s thing. That’s his whole shtick!”
“YOU CAN NEVER HAVE TOO MANY COOKIES! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!”
WHAT INDEED, FIERA! WHAT INDEED.
Down to see how the Frostmas Family Reunion goes? FEAST YOUR EYES HERE!
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And mind my errors, ehehehe.
I wanted to get this posted tf UP so I whooshed it in there after read through #2, and read through #3 is happening presently, if I manage to make it through without distraction. I started a thing called Frostmas Asides? More on that later, but it has my attention rn, and also I am EMOTIONALLY E X H A U S T ED and may just crawl into bed. Absolutely wildin given my penchants for late nights and that it's only midnight o'clock. Does NOT bode well for CR tomorrow, which is funny bc Time Change had me staying up ALL SORTS OF LATE THIS WEEK! AH!
Anyway, some fun changes abound! What's 🆕 for Y3: 2024 Edition:
Upped Bernard sass (delightfully so I think)
Wrote a whole new set of notes to get a vibe of where everyone actually was at, keeping MTF in mind and how the parents specifically are feeling when it occurs in CS
Added another brief bop into the present, with Jack recounting to Jacqueline where she, of course, interrupts him 🤪🤭
And then hits you with angst 😶
Winter's fierceness was upped; Fiera's anger is apparent, and Fino's general inquisitiveness/unease after it all is more apparent lol
WHOLE ASS ENTIRE NEW SCENE OF BLINTER COMFORTING THE KIDDOS POST JACK'S LEAVE. IT PULLS AT THE HEARTSTRINGS, AND, Y'KNOW, IF YOU'VE READ FROSTMAS UP TO THE MOST RECENT YEAR, MORE HINTS THAT WINTER KNEW ABOUT THE BAD THING ALL ALONG >:)
That takes place in the morning room by the window where Jacqueline waited, but this time Blinter's waiting for her, and it's--they--IT'S POETIC, OKAY??? AH!
I think that's everything. I'm too tired to properly recount??? Despite having this rotating in the head all day, lol. Hmu if you notice any GLARING typos! And enjoy Year Three! >:)
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