Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan I am betaing fic for a darling buddy that is giving me all of the feels for both my OTPs and brOTPs and I think I might melt into a puddle of goo by the end out of sheer bliss.
For the Black Ice Advent Calendar: A flavor of the season, and one sees it everywhere; with chocolate, in coffee, as peppermint puffs and candy canes, and, of course, the classic peppermint candy that can be bought all year round. Most people either enjoy it, or find it unappetizing, for it is quite strong. Jack isn’t sure about Pitch’s stance on it, but if he did like it, he could imagine him liking it with some dark chocolate as well.
Three sentence fic again. I need to stop checking the prompt lists just before bed XD.
And this time it’s Evil Boyfriends University <3.
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It isn’t until he’s in the middle of eating an after-dinner mint that Pyotr realises he associates Jack with a taste; that Jack’s oral fixation comes in many flavours, but thanks to the chewing gum he uses to make up for his love of candy there’s a flavour that stands out over all the others.
In an ideal world Pyotr wouldn’t have made that discovery in the middle of a crowded restaurant, but he knows how to distract himself and save the fire in his blood for later, especially when it’s a discovery that gives him ideas.
When he opens Jack up with his fingers, tongue, and the help of peppermint-flavoured lube, he knows he’s setting himself up for a pitfall - that he’s never going to be able to associate the taste of mint with anything other than Jack ever again - but it’s a sacrifice he’s more than willing to make when it means he’ll have a way to keep Jack on his tongue wherever he goes.
What better way to celebrate the holidays than with the Nightmare Dorks themselves? So, for the twelve days of Christmas (December 25th-Jan 5), I will be writing a fic for each of the following pairs/trios, because everyone deserves to have some interaction between whichever characters they like for the holidays. Everyone else is welcome to join me! The works can range from gen interaction to sexytimes and take place in any sort of AU you’d like, all is great!
Important news for anyone on my feed who is from the UK and uses/would be interested in using sex toys, lovehoney.co.uk currently have a really awesome sale on. Three for £10.00 on a whole bunch of smaller toys/fun gifts, three for £25.00 on a really decent mixture of things (vibes, dildos, bondage play stuff), and three for £50.00 on a bunch of higher end items.
Just thought I would spread the word for anyone wanting to grab a Christmas present for themselves <3.
For the Black Ice Advent Calendar: Nighttime during the winter months; when Pitch and Jack work together and allow their elements to become one.
I’d have liked to do something longer for this but I am pretty much falling asleep on my keyboard so three sentence fic it is. Kind of dark!Jack.
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Sometimes Jack needs to be destructive - needs a way to vent years of loneliness and frustration and desperately wanting to matter, wanting to be noticed - and his anger spills over into blizzards and black ice, the guilt afterwards never feeling quite as bad as the hollow misery beforehand.
He has a guide in that destruction now, feels Pitch’s hands stroke down his arms before linking their fingers together, and Jack tilts his head back to rest against Pitch’s chest; he feels knotted with tension, breathless, and the steady rhythm of Pitch’s own breathing helps him relax.
"Show them what you can do," Pitch says, and Jack closes his eyes before screaming a snowstorm into a city that never sees him.
I am so happy you picked out Nightlight. SO HAPPY. Because he is absolutely and completely my baby, he is my Peter Pan without the dickery, and I adore him and I want more love for him in everything ever and yissssss
(I’m also amused and pleased by how many people associate me with the contents of my icon. That parrot’s love for that watermelon makes a lasting impression, apparently <3)
And oh, stagefright and Winter Wonderland <3, two of my cutest pairings (even if the former likes to go through SO MUCH AGONY before reaching the cuteness stage). You know the path to my heart.
this quote from The Picture of Dorian Gray: "A cigarette is the perfect type of a perfect pleasure. It is exquisite, and it leaves one unsatisfied. What more can one want?", three sentence fics (okay the first two are super related), dumb eldritch abomination husbands, England, and watermelon because even with the picture of yourself you posted I still see your icon more and thus...
(in all fairness while I know what you look like I tend to think of you as an abstract colour scheme with heavy washes of gold and black which is in part your icon’s fault but mostly your blog content’s fault and I am very much okay with this because I don’t have a visual brain so it’s nice to have some colour dancing around in there once in a while)
And I will forever and ever adore you Blacksand Brigade lot for getting me into the eldritch abomination husbands because damned if I don’t like writing about what’s more or less the equivalent of stormclouds being formed by atoms having sex with each other.
*and waves a little patriotic flag because I am actually quite fond of England*
happy endings, blacksand, sad pitches, sad jacks, three-sentence-fic QUEEN
*adjusts crown* <3 <3 <3
I’m quite sure I don’t know what you mean about my happy ending fixation. *cough COUGH cough cough iamlyingthroughmyteeth COUGH*
But yes these are all accurate especially when I can take sad Pitch and/or sad Jack and make them sadder and then give them ALL OF THE HAPPINESS AT THE END BECAUSE THEY DESERVE IT.
(And I think everyone secretly ships blacksand at least a little bit. Even if it’s just by liking the colour combination of gold and black. The eldritch versions of Pitch and Sandy would class it as shipping and approve of it anyway ;))
For the Black Ice Advent Calendar: For them both, but Jack especially, it would be more for fashion than practicality as neither of them are uncomfortable in the cold, but one or both may like wearing their spiffy winter coats and whatnot and flaunting them about. Perhaps Pitch could even get Jack to wear some fuzzy boots or something of the sort just to see what he looks like with shoes on.
Fair warning to anyone who isn’t into it; I accidentally NDU-ed.
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When the weather is at its coldest, too cold for anyone to go outside unless they absolutely have to, Jack can’t help but feel oddly comforted. There’s something safe about having everyone inside and close by, and he feels less out of place when the others layer up for warmth. Once everyone else has resorted to wearing sweaters and layers, he doesn’t feel quite so much as if he’s hiding in his own clothes around them.
Piki keeps his outfits monochrome and close-fitting while Pitch refuses to wear anything remotely fluffy, but Proto and Pitchiner both take full advantage of the weather, Proto opting for bizarre colour and pattern combinations in his usual manner and occasionally breaking every rule known to man by wearing multiple scarves at the same time, while Pitchiner dips into his own collection of festive knitwear from his family.
Pitchiner wears cherubs and Rudolph and Santa with as much pride as he wears team jackets, and Jack can’t help giggling on occasion at some of the more extreme Christmas-wear, usually gets a laugh in response and occasionally a ruffling of his hair.
Winter clothing also brings an additional benefit for Jack, in that it makes everyone feel both safer and more comfortable to lean on. The bulk of the layers lets him lean on Piki without worrying about hurting him or being hurt by his sharp angles, makes up for one of the disadvantages of Piki’s lean physique, and with everyone else it allows Jack to cuddle up a little closer to them without the risk of bare skin brushing against bare skin.
Jack isn’t used to casual intimacy and doubts he ever will be, but it’s easier to practise friendly gestures when he isn’t afraid of overstepping the mark by accident.
There is one final benefit to the layers, one for behind closed doors and one that leaves him flustered without tipping him over into anxiety. Each layer Piki wears is one that Jack gets to watch him peel off.
Piki still comes before he does most of the time, but Jack is never quite as far behind him when it’s midwinter.
to this day i think the best response to street harassment is when i saw this two dickheads from my block riding around yelling at girls and they screamed “SHOW US YOUR TITS” to this one woman who was running and she just took off her sunglasses and stared them down and you could hear “OH FUCK THAT’S MY MOM HIT THE GAS” and i’m pretty sure that boy is still grounded
For the Black Ice Advent Calendar: Jack thinks it will be a fun thing to do, but Pitch is less than thrilled. Perhaps if Pitch can give it a little of his own flare, if you will, he wouldn’t be so adverse to the activity.
(this one is a complete mess because I’m half-asleep, sorry guys)
xxdaimonxx said: oh man, I hope you are feeling better now, if you need anything you know where to find me, I’m always up for a talk with a friend
mira-eyeteeth said: D: I’m so sorry that today was such a terrible day for you. I wish I could give you hugs too. I’m happy to hear that humanity pulled through for you today, and I hope that tomorrow treats you better, love. You deserve good days. *hugs fiercely*
jack-the-black said: *gives you cyberhugs*
*squishes every last one of you back tight*
I can’t pretend I am okay right now, but I’m surviving, and I know it’s just a matter of time until I’ll be okay again.
Because if I have the love of my family and support of my friends and random moments of kindness like that stranger’s, there’s no reason why I won’t be in the end. <3
I had one of the worst days ever today (in a year full of Worst Days Ever) and I am so, so thankful for humanity in general because I was sobbing at the bus stop on my way home and a complete stranger asked if I was okay, let me talk her ear off about how I wasn’t, and gave me a big hug and a pep talk.
I’d wanted to lie down in traffic until that hug, and I don’t know a thing about her.
Thank you stranger and I hope the world is as kind to you as you were to me today.
For the Black Ice Advent Calendar: Whether it’s a fun thing to do in the snow or a wintry celestial being Jack is the person for the job, but he also has a lover who is nearly his complete opposite.
(only a five sentence fic today as I’m in need of an early night)
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They both leave scars on the earth when they sleep. Snow settles across Jack like a blanket without passing through him, and when he wakes and stands the ground never quite forgets his shape or the cold of his skin; shadows wrap around Pitch like a lover, close and tight, and no amount of sun or moonlight will ever quite rid the ground of his darkness when he leaves.
The feathery white patches Jack leaves on his shoulders, chest and hips, everywhere Jack’s touch freezes, all have Pitch wondering if he’ll start to scar like the earth does, if the frost will take hold of him. He wonders in turn if Jack will start shunning the light, if he’ll hide or run from the black trails spiraling down his arms and thighs.
Pitch bites down on Jack’s neck, feels the strength of it and a pulse with no heat to feed it, listens to the resulting groan, and decides he wouldn’t mind if the cold lingered.
Fic: We Found Somebody To Love (Pitch Black/Sandman, PG13)
Title: We Found Somebody To Love
Fandom: Rise of the Guardians
Pairing: Pitch Black/Sandman
Author’s Notes: This is belated birthday fic for my lovely whentheoceanmetsky who is an amazing artist and kind friend and a general all-round good ‘un. Also, it’s totally The Doors of Perception Kozzy and Sandy because oh lord old hippies in love there was only so long I could resist (especially after tragically missing out on the trying on each others’ clothes prompt for Quicksand week). Complete love and adoration to gretchensinister for creating these cuties!