Fifty ways to kiss someone

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A quick drabble based on a kiss meme on tumblr.

fifty ways to kiss someone. send me a 💏 and i will randomise a number in order for my muse to kiss yours…

3. …goodbye.

Whenever he has to leave, it is never without a kiss.

It doesn’t matter how things might have been the night before. Whether they might have argued (it happens more often these days than she cares to think), or they might have had a moment of peace (rarer these days with how the Tsar keeps hounding them both, in the name of Duty.)

All of that does not matter. All that matters in the end, is that she lets him know that he has something to come back to.

Sera has just given him the silver locket she made for him. It was a collaboration effort, with her mother having made the portrait of Sera inside. He adores it, and promises on his soul to come back.

When he stands and looks to her, his gaze is heavy with sorrow and regret (and deeper still, a resentment towards the Tsar. Not the Constellations, they can’t help its rulers decisions.)

“I have to go.” He tells her quietly.

“I know.” Is all she says. Then she steps forward, and he wraps his arms around her. They feel warm because of his coat, and hard because of the armor it hides, and her mouth is on his with no hesitation. Their lips speak with this action what words can not say.

I love you. I miss you already. Don’t be too long. Come home safe. I love you, I love you, I love you…

When they part, they do so reluctantly. His hands linger, one brushing across her cheek, the other through Sera’s hair, before he forces himself to turn away and head towards his waiting ship.

Little do they know, that this is the last they will see of one another.

Prompt request - My memories keep fading and I don't know why

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from Prompt batch 34 on tumblr, requested by heypapergirl.

Having a family all of a sudden could be rather overwhelming, so once in a while, Jack found himself back in the woods around Burgess, walking alone to think about all that had happened. About Easter, the Guardians, his own initiation, about Pitch… Sometimes he had company from Baby Tooth, but most of the time he was on his own.

And one evening around twilight, Jack found Pitch. He had been walking along one of the many paths, when he thought he heard a voice. It had not been like his sister’s voice, distant and mysterious and alluring. No… this one was closer, more… physical. And yet, it also sounded distant and ominous.

Carefully moving closer, Jack moved up a small hill and peered over, finding himself looking over a small clearing. And there was Pitch… he looked like he had seen better days, but considering how he was being dragged away by his Nightmares the last time Jack saw him…

The Boogeyman sat alone, his tattered robes spread out behind him, seeming to become one with the shadows, as the woods around them became darker. And yet, he didn’t seem to be paying any attention to his surroundings, staring intently down at his hands as he spoke. Jack frowned when he noticed, that there was something there, not between Pitch’s hands, but on the ground, glimmering faintly in the dying light.

“… Sometimes I remember what you looked like… your hair. Your smile. Your eyes… In my dreams, I remember everything! But as soon as I wake up…” He seemed to wince, reaching up to clutch at his head.

“My memories just keep fading and I don’t know why.”

After a long moment of sitting like that, he let go of his head and looked up towards the skies with a harrowed, exhausted expression.

“I’m so tired…”

“Pitch?” Jack didn’t know why he spoke up. Why he tried to draw the other’s attention.

The change was instantaneous. Pitch shot to his feet with a cacaphony of sudden shrieks and hisses, his cloak seeming to come to life as he drew himself up.

“GET AWAY FROM ME! HAVEN’T YOU DONE ENOUGH TO US!!!”

For a moment, his face was almost completely demonic, and Jack felt certain that if he had been human, he would have positively died of fright.

Instead, he found himself jumping back, grabbing his staff and holding it up like a shield between himself and Pitch, the shepherd’s crook glowing a bright white and blue.

Pitch drew back with a hissing screech of fury, his eyes shimmering in pure fury. Then, as sudden as that had happened, his face seemed to change, his entire posture deflating. And for a moment, he looked so miserable, so wounded, so human that Jack was left in a silent stupor, as the Boogeyman retreated and disappeared into the darkening forest.

Though it might have been the wind, Jack could have sworn that he heard a softly murmured ‘I’m sorry… I’m sorry….’ as Pitch disappeared out of sight.

And on the ground, where Pitch had been kneeling, lay an open locket. Picking it up, Jack found that it contained two things:

On one side was the image of a little girl. And on the other was a scratched out image of what might have been a woman.

‘My memories keep fading and I don’t know why.’

For a moment, Jack thought back to how Tooth had punched out one of the Boogeyman’s teeth. Then, he set off, the wind carrying him upwards and in the direction of the Tooth Palace.

He had some questions, and could only hope to find some answers.

Writing Prompts - Last thing you remember

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Based on a prompt by Writing-prompt-s on tumblr.

The last thing you remember from last night was drunkenly stumbling into the local occult shop. Now, you are slowly waking up to the hangover to end all hangovers, and find a piece of paper on your chest. It reads, in large letters, «The undersigned has sold his soul for magical powers and a familiar.» Your signature is at the bottom. Slowly, the smell of bacon and eggs is wafting in from the kitchen, and an inhuman voice shouts, «Master, your breakfast is ready!»

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NDU prompt -Lying prompt

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Prompt request by miraeyeteeth

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Drabble - Name

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You don’t remember her face. The Fearlings won’t let you, letting that be your punishment for so long ago.

You remember other things about her, the feel of her soft hair between your fingers, the sound of her voice when she laughed… but the rest is a blur.

Was her skin as pale and fine as porcelain or as dark as freshly turned earth? Were her eyes blue, green or brown? Was her hair dark as a ravens wing or golden as sunlight?

You know there is a woman who says she was your daughter, but you see nothing of yourself or her mother in her.

Is she lying or are the Fearlings playing tricks with your memories?

Not even the woods you are walking in now provide an answer. The fearlings are probably making certain of that, crawling in your mind,

The woman… was she your wife or just a lover? A concubine or a favourite in a harem? You are not certain anymore. The Constellations seem like a distant, unpleasant dream these days.

Did you love her or was she just a means to having a child?

Her name…

What was-

Her name?

You stop when something drops down at sudden. There is a boy in front of you, dressed in blue and brown with hair a shock of white. He speaks to you, demanding to know why you are in this place. He is winter, you guess (remember?) from the frost that covers the ground where he stands. But you…

Don’t

Remember

The Fearlings are to thank for that. It is easier to forget (I failed) than to wallow (I lost her) in painful (I am alone) memories.

(I am forgotten)

You look at the boy and can only think of one thing to say.

“Who are you?”

Faveship week - Ebony and Koz

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Based on the prompts for Faveshipweek in 2017, one of the pairings I chose was Kozmotis Pitchiner and his wife, Lady Pitchiner (who I also gave the name Ebony.)

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Mother Nature and the Muse

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This is a three-parter though I've yet to write the third part. Started as a prompt for an anonymous writer, and turned into more.

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Queen of Hearts

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Found an old drabble and decided to share it.
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The Queen of Hearts is everything one could want in a ruler. She is wise and beautiful, a skilled politician and an even better tactician. She has the final say in any decision-making, especially when it comes to any matter in her kingdom of Wonderland.

But there is another side to her, the other side of the card some call it, the Madness which is in all who live in Wonderland.

As wise and beautiful as she is, there is no kindness in the Queen. When she is angry, the last thing you want are those sharp, green eyes resting on you. If you have crossed her, you will always be forced to prostrate yourself before Her Majesty, for none may face her on equal terms when they are at her mercy.

What makes her so terrifying, is simply the manner in which she speaks. Where a predecessor of hers would often scream like a banshee and throw a tantrum like a spoiled child, this Queen of Hearts has a different nature.

She is the dreaded quiet before the storm, the ruler of Wonderland in more ways than one. The lurking chill of madness and fear that slowly creeps into your dreams. She does not yell, or shout or throw objects at her soldiers or subjects.

Hers is a gentle voice, sometimes as gentle as a breeze. And it makes it all the more terrifying, when she is truly enraged.

If you have wronged Her Majesty, The Queen of Hearts, she will listen to the guards as they list up your crimes, be it anything from having been at the wrong tea party, to wearing the wrong hat on a Sunday. And if she finds your crime most offensive, she will turn and slowly point at you with her scepter, and speak the most dreaded words of all, in the most calmest, and strangely, most gentle of voices:

“Off with their head.”

Joy Buzzers

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Prompt for miraeyeteeth

Tried to base it slightly on A Home for Fear!Pitch and Jack o3o hope you like!

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Pitch had no idea how he had allowed himself to get talked into going to the North Pole, but somehow Jack had succeeded in doing so anyway. And North had even greeted him rather politely, offering him a hand to shake, instead of going in for one of his usual bear hugs. Perhaps Jack had finally decided to talk North out of it, instead of having to deal with, as he called it, Pitch’s monologues about how he was going to break his spine.

But still, Pitch found himself apprehensive. He wasn’t used to sudden change, and for North to change his greeting habits came off as a bit… suspicious. So he surprised North by suddenly grabbing his hand, and examining it thoroughly, turning it over and looking at his palm as if North might have hidden something there.

“…Is… everything alright, Pitch?” North asked carefully, as the Boogeyman decided he was satisfied with whatever he had not found.

“Yes, quite.” Pitch replied in a dignified tone, that suggested he was happy with his own findings. “Just making certain, that you did not have a joy buzzer hidden in some way.” He said, before looking around their surroundings, as if waiting for something to happen, or perhaps to see where Jack had gone off to.

The Guardian of Wonder gave a slightly confused blink at that, but quickly realized what the other meant. “Oh! There is no prank!” He exclaimed, holding up both his hands to show he had nothing hidden. Or tricks up his sleeves, as it were. “Jack merely suggested that I should try handshake, instead of welcoming embrace for a change, seeing as you do not seem fond of them.”

Pitch snorted at that, just as Jack returned from what was probably the kitchens, given the load of cookies he was carrying on a plate. “Yes well, one can never be too careful.”

“Oh nooo,” Jack chimed in dramatically, while sitting on top of his staff. “You could end up growing fond of the hugs! Heaven forbid.”

North burst out laughing at that, while Pitch didn’t even bother to dignify that with a response.

Prompt request - cushion

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Prompt request by sylphidine

from my Janus and Cassandra AU

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Prompt - Are you drunk?

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Prompt by MonsterBrush on tumblr

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fic prompt - the ink kettle

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(Prompt for The-Ink-Kettle on tumblr. So this one turned dark. I was thinking of some of our talks when I first started working on “Definition of power” and decided to do a ‘what if’ based on that. Hope you enjoy!)

Apollo and Ebony “We are made to be disposable.”:

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Prompt - Pitchiner and Proto

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Short prompt drabble for miraeyeteeth

“I’m fucking warning you, Proto!” Pitchiner growled, the sound actually rolling deep in his throat, “if you don’t keep your mitts off of Tarminator, I will take your knitting projects and stuff ‘em up ‘till you spit threads!!”

The pug mentioned whined softly, curled up safe in his owners arms while eyeing the lanky figure of Proto, who just gave Pitchiner his best, serene smile.

“Oh but Pitchiner… I am merely providing a service! Winters get so awfully cold around these parts, not to mention how the sidewalks get salted or sanded to keep the snow off. I am certain Tarminator would be grateful for a comfy little sweater-”

“He is perfectly fine in his own fur, thank you!” Pitchiner snarled. “And if he has to wear anything, I’ll fucking make it myself!!” With that, he turned away sharply and went out the front door. “Come on, Tarminator, we’ll go somewhere where your nudity is appreciated.”

“Why does anyone have to be naked?” Proto called after him down the stairs. “I’ve got some lovely acrylic yarn, if you would rather have that!”

Pitchiner nearly walked into a door when spitting back a snarled, incoherent reply.

Are you drunk? Moiraabsinthe

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Prompt for moiraabsinthe

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What the Tsar wants

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Titel: what the Tsar wants

Fandom: Rise of the Guardians/Guardians of Childhood

Rated: PG-13 for minor violence

Summary: Tsar Apollo Lunanoff knows what he wants. This doesn’t mean he can just get it, which he learns the hard way from Lady Pitchiner.

Notes: A little fic I’ve been working on for the-ink-kettle on tumblr who let me borrow her Tsar Lunanoff facing off against my Ebony Pitchiner o3o I hope you enjoy it! I had a lot of fun writing this XD
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Writing prompt - Wake up

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Prompt for The-Ink-Kettle.
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“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”

Sandy does wake up, though it is a slow process. Since he and Jack are traveling at a slow pace on Sandy’s cloud for a change, he figures it’s nothing that needs to hurry. Jack is bouncing with pent up energy on his part though, grinning with clear mischief in mind.

It makes Sandy wake up a bit quicker. Jack has something in mind, and whatever it is, he wants in.

“Look down there!” Jack says, pointing. They are over a forest near a town, and Sandy blinks when he notices a very familiar shape skulking its way through the trees. Pitch is on the prowl, having clearly not seen Jack and Sandy, their mode of transportation hidden by the crowns of the trees.

Sandy hides them further, by dimming the glow of his sand, and then shapes a question mark for Jack. ‘What’s the plan?’

Jack grins and leans in to whisper what he has in mind. The idea makes Sandy cover his mouth to hide soundless giggles, and he nods in agreement to the idea. It is a harmless idea, but still one bound to be amusing.

Sandy forms a bowl with his sand, and Jack very carefully gets ice and slush formed inside of it. The more it fills, the more sand Sandy shapes around it, until it has mroe the shape of a waterballoon than a bowl. When it is full, Sandy sends the balloon with its cargo down, silent and carefully, until it hovers over the Boogeyman, who is paying more attention to the town, than to his surroundings. Judging from the faint trails of black sand, he has gathered enough energy to send out a couple of nightmares.

That however, is soon ruined when Jack, who has quietly moved down on a silent wind, pokes a hole in the balloon and the ice and slush is poured down over Pitch, who gives a startled, unholy SCREECH, instantly losing his concentration on the nightmares that quickly disappear in favor of Sandy’s dreams.

While Pitch is swearing and snarling as he tears off back into hiding, Sandy and Jack fly off on Sandy’s cloud, laughing their heads off.

Pitchmas day 4 - A christmas carol

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Done for Pitchmas week in 2015, set in an AU of Nightmare Dork University

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Pitchmas Prompt - cuddle up a little closer

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A prompt for piratekingpitchblack o3o


Everything about North matches his size for the most part. He is loud and boisterous, his laughter sounds like thunder and when he is in battle, he is a sight to behold.

But there is always a part of him that knows when he doesn’t need to be loud or boisterous. He can be surprisingly calm when he needs to be, and that is something that Pitch Black appreciates more than most.

They both figure it has to do with their different natures. Pitch is darkness and silence, the creeping apprehension that follows your steps down dark hallways. North is warmth and the glowing embers in the hearth.

Perhaps that is why Pitch feels safe with North, why he doesn’t resist when the massive Russian holds him close, or on impulse pulls him into a slow dance.

They don’t need music for this dance. They don’t need to speak. Sometimes North might hum a wordless melody from his motherland, or Pitch will murmur bits of songs from an age long ago.

The way they move can’t really be called a dance in the ordinary sense either. It’s just North holding Pitch close in a warm embrace, while Pitch rests his head against his shoulder, their eyes closed.

But it’s all the two of them need.

prompt - You slept in a hoodie?

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Fandom: Spy vs Spy/Rookie Mistakes
Characters: The Lady Grey, Taz

about: An older prompt based on Rookie Mistakes, done for Batneko.
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Snapped

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So yeah, here I go again with one of my “What if” thoughts. In this case, based on some of the “Pitch the completely irredeemable Nightmare King” stuff. This is one of those things that has been plaguing me, so I needed to get it out of my head. Maybe a part one of something.
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Decisions Decisions.

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Fandom: Rise of the Guardians/Guardians of Childhood/Terry Pratchett

Rating PG

Summary: Sometimes, a Tsar has to make some hard decisions.

Author’s notes: I needed something to distract myself, and found this in my drafts. A vague attempt at my very silly “Wee Free Boogeymen” idea from a while back. I’m not sure what to do with it, so the usual goes out that if anyone else feel inspired, then by all means go nuts.
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Prompt - Blackice Au

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Prompt for miss-evening

Some emotions are easier to play than others. All it takes is the right form of motivation. Especially when it comes to hate.

A key part of hate is reason. You need to have a reason in order to hate someone. Plenty of folk will tell you that there are plenty of ways to hate without reason, but those who do so are usually also the type who lean strongly towards racism or homophobia, simply because they are sheep who follow the rest of the crowd, lest they be gobbled up.

But Jack and Pitch both have a perfectly good reason to hate one another. Everyone knows this.

Pitch hates the Guardians, and Jack is one of the Guardians, so it is only natural that Pitch would hate him as well.

Jack loves and protects children, but the children are frightened by Darkness and Nightmares. So of course he would hate Pitch Black, the very being who rules the dark and controls them.

Sometimes the Guardians worry, because with the hate also comes a lot of anger, a lot of lashing out. Jack takes all the hate and hurt and frustration from his years of solitude, and use them as part of his arsenal. He uses Pitch’s own trick and fires arrows of ice at the King of Shadows.

Pitch returns the favor by throwing black balls of sand at Jack and his fellow Guardians, with Jack usually being a main target, and anyone, with Sandy excluded, being put under the torment of dark nightmares until they wake up. And the fight and the hate goes on and on, because that is what the Guardians and Pitch Black do best.

It is so easy to hate what you don’t understand.

But Jack and Pitch do understand one another. That is why it is so easy for them both to make this all a great game of pretend, until they are both able to meet at a time, and at a place, where no one who knows them will suspect either will be.

In the dark and the cold, that go so well together, they can hold on to one another, and pretend if only for a moment, that they are part of a perfect world where no one judges them for their actions or what they represent. In the dark and the cold, there is simply Pitch Black and Jack Frost too.

Prompt for plus_anon

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Prompt request for Plush_anon

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Prompt: falling in love with their best friend’s partner

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Prompt from anonymous on tumblr, for the Stolen Child AU

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