|200th Deviation ~|
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I'm actually not sure if this is it, I just figured out I have 200 deviations recently
switcherooA/N: okay so i saw this amazing picture on tumblr it's just sO SDFJKGHASKLDJHFGLASD I HAD TO DO THISswitcheroo by BlizzardEmmaFoxCat
Picture that this was based off of can be found in comments below.
Characters: Frost!Pitch and Black!Jack, and fancharacters Tanya and Patrick Boho (TFP characters)
Snow fell lightly in the cityscape, covering trees and the sidewalks far below in a white dusting. Kids happily running up and down the concrete, catching the flakes on their tongues, taking some snow off the ground and throwing them in the air again, and trying to make snowballs of the powdery substance only to fail and throw powder at each other.
Pitch stood atop a building, watching the children carefully, standing at ease as he noted how much darker it was getting. The kids were slowly being corralled into their homes, talks of how much more fun they'd have tomorrow, once the snow got a chance to really pile up, and Pitch smiled. He'd make sure to make the snow falling sl
and all that jazzA/N: o my god wh at am i doing this is a kids movieand all that jazz by BlizzardEmmaFoxCat
look at artist comments for a song to go with this
i blame us history and the fact that jack is like 300-odd-years-old and
just take it
Character: Jack Frost and a random flapper
Warning(s): Alcohol and slight violence
The lights were dim, and the air held a musky feel to it, lingering with the smell of cheap whiskey and roaring laughter and music that consumed everything. And apparently it was enough that the men and flappers didn't notice the drop in temperature that came with a breeze brought from the outside.
Jack looked out at the scene before him, taking in a view he'd become familiar with. This was only one of many speakeasies he had visited in numerous other towns following it, wherever the wind took him and he would bring winter to the cities. He walked carefully, narrowly avoiding a fist-fight that broke out over an arm-wrestling match. He frowned and shook his head at the sigh
falling like stonesI watched the leaves fall from the tree, a multitude of red/yellow/orange/brown gliding to the ground, touching down on the green grass, due to yellow in passing time.falling like stones by BlizzardEmmaFoxCat
"Um. Tree, that's KINDA RUDE."
I sighed and looked around the backyard, at what all else was covered by the foliage.
It wasn't my backyard, it's the one belonging to the people I was dog-sitting for, said dogs sniffing around at the leaves, or running and playing with each other.
I took a step forward, then lifted my rake and touched it to the ground, pulling a wad of dead leaves towards me.
I don't know what had compelled me to bring a rake up to the house and rake up the leaves in this backyard, maybe it had been because of the fall mood in the air, maybe it was my random OCD, maybe it had been because the last time I'd raked up leaves had been many falls ago.
I smiled at the memories, back when everybody on my street knew each other and were friends, not the mess it had become now. My family only really had two famili