Waiting for Adventure.
As with all my best work, Ion’s involved. XD Her lineart, my colouring~ ISN’T BABY TOOTH JUST SO CUTE.

As with all my best work, Ion’s involved. XD Her lineart, my colouring~ ISN’T BABY TOOTH JUST SO CUTE.

forshadowedchaos:

where-witches-reside:

where-witches-reside:

Fanart/OC: Mother Nature by AmuletStar

Jack didn’t quite know how to handle this. He didn’t know at all.
He had heard of Mother Nature. Who hadn’t heard of Mother Nature? He had also known that, to an extent, their powers would obviously overlap. She was nature, the force of the earth itself, and that included the skies above just as much as the land and seas below. Her tumble of black hair poured out behind her, curling up in whispers of cloud and thunder and rain towards the sky. The dress was similar, a strange thing that he couldn’t place either the fabric or the design of, as it seemed to shift beneath his gaze, curling outwards from her and creeping across the floor like something living.
None of that was what held his attention, however. Rather, it was her features, cool and impassive but still so familiar that he didn’t know what to do with himself.
A distinctive, noble nose curved out from her features, and the curve of her mouth quirked as her gaze flickered over the dumbstruck spirit.


"Jack Frost, I’ve been looking for you," she said softly as she came close. Her voice sounded like the charged wind before a spectacular thunderstorm. It was full of a kinetic energy and was making Jack very nervous.
Jack swallowed hard and checked his knee jerk reaction to raise his staff in defense. He’d never heard of Mother Nature attacking anyone. Well, not directly anyway. 
"Yeah?" Jack nearly squeaked out in his nervousness. He cleared his throat and spoke again. "Ya found me! How can I help you?" The grin he shot her was met with a raised brow and slight smile in return.
She settled to a stop in front of him; feet making no imprints in the deep snow just as his never did. A part of Jack marveled at that and it made him relax a tiny bit. This close he was able to see her eyes clearly and their amber brown color reminded him of light honey with warm sunlight shining through it. Her gaze was warm, comforting, and allowed him to relax even more.
"I heard that you had an altercation with my father." Her dark hair shifted across her back to float around her shoulders as she tilted her head in question.
Jack frowned. “Father? Who…” he trailed off as a stray thought hit him. Blue eyes raked over Mother Nature’s face. He drew in a sharp breath and let it out; the white vapor misting between them. His mind flashed images of Pitch in front of his face and his eyes widened as they imposed themselves onto the woman in front of him. There were definite similarities.
Snow flurried suddenly around them and brought with it a cold slice of wind that slide through Mother Nature’s hair. She watched as Jack’s expressions flitted from confusion to shock to unease before he fixed her with an almost pleading stare. It was begging her to tell him that what he thought, wasn’t true. She smiled in regret and he gripped his staff harder; visibly grounding himself.
"But…how? I mean, Pitch Black? Seriously?" Jack stuttered out, still trying to make sense of this new revelation.
This time Mother Nature laughed and the sound floated around them with the scent of soft rain. It snapped Jack out of his fog of confusion and he couldn’t help but grin at himself.
"That is…a very long story, Jack. The Pitch Black you know is not the one who fathered me. But, the man he was before…" she paused as if trying to search for the right words.
"Before?" Jack spoke into the silence before he could stop himself. "Wait, was Pitch…not always….Pitch?”
At that Mother Nature looked at him questioningly and Jack had a moment of deja vu of a time when Tooth had given him that very same look.
"You don’t know."
"Know? No, I don’t know. Is that it? Was Pitch human once? Like…” Me. He wanted to say but didn’t, couldn’t.
A dainty hand rose in supplication for calm and he settled. 
"No. We were never human. However, Pitch Black was someone before he was taken. Just as I was someone before Prince Lunoff asked for my help all those centuries ago.”
Jack was sure he was gaping at her like a fish but couldn’t bring himself to close his mouth. 
"Jack?"
"I just," Jack started, finally getting himself under some semblance of control. Mother Nature’s words caught up to him and he latched on to the key difference like a dog with a bone. "Taken. You said taken. I, the Guardians, we were chosen. By Manny. But you said, Pitch, whoever Pitch was before he was Pitch, was taken.”
Jack twisted away and started pacing back and forth in tight strides. 
"Mother Nature I…."
"Seraphina."
That stopped Jack and he look at her over his shoulder.
"My name. It’s Seraphina."
Turning to face her again, Jack tried to smile but it came out as more of a wince.
"I’m afraid it’s part of that long story I mentioned earlier," Seraphina told him.
"I want to know," Jack said simply. "Please. What did you mean, taken?"
For the first time, Seraphina looked uneasy. After a moment she asked, “Jack, how much do you know about the Fearlings and Nightmare Men?”
"The…the what?" 
Seraphina’s eyes widened at that and she searched Jack’s face for something Jack didn’t know.
"They never told you?" It was a question phrased like a statement.
Jack became suddenly annoyed and snapped out, “Told me what? Who never told me what?” 
Instead of faltering in the face of Jack’s outburst or snapped back at him, Seraphina folded her legs until she was sitting on the deep snow around them and patted the space by her side.
"Sit, this story will take a while."

forshadowedchaos:

where-witches-reside:

where-witches-reside:

Fanart/OC: Mother Nature by AmuletStar

Jack didn’t quite know how to handle this. He didn’t know at all.

He had heard of Mother Nature. Who hadn’t heard of Mother Nature? He had also known that, to an extent, their powers would obviously overlap. She was nature, the force of the earth itself, and that included the skies above just as much as the land and seas below. Her tumble of black hair poured out behind her, curling up in whispers of cloud and thunder and rain towards the sky. The dress was similar, a strange thing that he couldn’t place either the fabric or the design of, as it seemed to shift beneath his gaze, curling outwards from her and creeping across the floor like something living.

None of that was what held his attention, however. Rather, it was her features, cool and impassive but still so familiar that he didn’t know what to do with himself.

A distinctive, noble nose curved out from her features, and the curve of her mouth quirked as her gaze flickered over the dumbstruck spirit.

"Jack Frost, I’ve been looking for you," she said softly as she came close. Her voice sounded like the charged wind before a spectacular thunderstorm. It was full of a kinetic energy and was making Jack very nervous.

Jack swallowed hard and checked his knee jerk reaction to raise his staff in defense. He’d never heard of Mother Nature attacking anyone. Well, not directly anyway.

"Yeah?" Jack nearly squeaked out in his nervousness. He cleared his throat and spoke again. "Ya found me! How can I help you?" The grin he shot her was met with a raised brow and slight smile in return.

She settled to a stop in front of him; feet making no imprints in the deep snow just as his never did. A part of Jack marveled at that and it made him relax a tiny bit. This close he was able to see her eyes clearly and their amber brown color reminded him of light honey with warm sunlight shining through it. Her gaze was warm, comforting, and allowed him to relax even more.

"I heard that you had an altercation with my father." Her dark hair shifted across her back to float around her shoulders as she tilted her head in question.

Jack frowned. “Father? Who…” he trailed off as a stray thought hit him. Blue eyes raked over Mother Nature’s face. He drew in a sharp breath and let it out; the white vapor misting between them. His mind flashed images of Pitch in front of his face and his eyes widened as they imposed themselves onto the woman in front of him. There were definite similarities.

Snow flurried suddenly around them and brought with it a cold slice of wind that slide through Mother Nature’s hair. She watched as Jack’s expressions flitted from confusion to shock to unease before he fixed her with an almost pleading stare. It was begging her to tell him that what he thought, wasn’t true. She smiled in regret and he gripped his staff harder; visibly grounding himself.

"But…how? I mean, Pitch Black? Seriously?" Jack stuttered out, still trying to make sense of this new revelation.

This time Mother Nature laughed and the sound floated around them with the scent of soft rain. It snapped Jack out of his fog of confusion and he couldn’t help but grin at himself.

"That is…a very long story, Jack. The Pitch Black you know is not the one who fathered me. But, the man he was before…" she paused as if trying to search for the right words.

"Before?" Jack spoke into the silence before he could stop himself. "Wait, was Pitch…not always….Pitch?”

At that Mother Nature looked at him questioningly and Jack had a moment of deja vu of a time when Tooth had given him that very same look.

"You don’t know."

"Know? No, I don’t know. Is that it? Was Pitch human once? Like…” Me. He wanted to say but didn’t, couldn’t.

A dainty hand rose in supplication for calm and he settled.

"No. We were never human. However, Pitch Black was someone before he was taken. Just as I was someone before Prince Lunoff asked for my help all those centuries ago.”

Jack was sure he was gaping at her like a fish but couldn’t bring himself to close his mouth.

"Jack?"

"I just," Jack started, finally getting himself under some semblance of control. Mother Nature’s words caught up to him and he latched on to the key difference like a dog with a bone. "Taken. You said taken. I, the Guardians, we were chosen. By Manny. But you said, Pitch, whoever Pitch was before he was Pitch, was taken.”

Jack twisted away and started pacing back and forth in tight strides.

"Mother Nature I…."

"Seraphina."

That stopped Jack and he look at her over his shoulder.

"My name. It’s Seraphina."

Turning to face her again, Jack tried to smile but it came out as more of a wince.

"I’m afraid it’s part of that long story I mentioned earlier," Seraphina told him.

"I want to know," Jack said simply. "Please. What did you mean, taken?"

For the first time, Seraphina looked uneasy. After a moment she asked, “Jack, how much do you know about the Fearlings and Nightmare Men?”

"The…the what?"

Seraphina’s eyes widened at that and she searched Jack’s face for something Jack didn’t know.

"They never told you?" It was a question phrased like a statement.

Jack became suddenly annoyed and snapped out, “Told me what? Who never told me what?”

Instead of faltering in the face of Jack’s outburst or snapped back at him, Seraphina folded her legs until she was sitting on the deep snow around them and patted the space by her side.

"Sit, this story will take a while."

where-witches-reside:

Fanart/OC: Mother Nature by AmuletStar

Jack didn’t quite know how to handle this. He didn’t know at all.
He had heard of Mother Nature. Who hadn’t heard of Mother Nature? He had also known that, to an extent, their powers would obviously overlap. She was nature, the force of the earth itself, and that included the skies above just as much as the land and seas below. Her tumble of black hair poured out behind her, curling up in whispers of cloud and thunder and rain towards the sky. The dress was similar, a strange thing that he couldn’t place either the fabric or the design of, as it seemed to shift beneath his gaze, curling outwards from her and creeping across the floor like something living.
None of that was what held his attention, however. Rather, it was her features, cool and impassive but still so familiar that he didn’t know what to do with himself.

A distinctive, noble nose curved out from her features, and the curve of her mouth quirked as her gaze flickered over the dumbstruck spirit.

where-witches-reside:

Fanart/OC: Mother Nature by AmuletStar

Jack didn’t quite know how to handle this. He didn’t know at all.

He had heard of Mother Nature. Who hadn’t heard of Mother Nature? He had also known that, to an extent, their powers would obviously overlap. She was nature, the force of the earth itself, and that included the skies above just as much as the land and seas below. Her tumble of black hair poured out behind her, curling up in whispers of cloud and thunder and rain towards the sky. The dress was similar, a strange thing that he couldn’t place either the fabric or the design of, as it seemed to shift beneath his gaze, curling outwards from her and creeping across the floor like something living.

None of that was what held his attention, however. Rather, it was her features, cool and impassive but still so familiar that he didn’t know what to do with himself.

A distinctive, noble nose curved out from her features, and the curve of her mouth quirked as her gaze flickered over the dumbstruck spirit.

Fanart/OC: Mother Nature by AmuletStar
Fanart: For Ion by AmuletStar
best boobs I’ll ever draw, hands down. orz I’m pleased with this, despite the fact it’s on a scrappy piece of paper and it’s really obvious I just gave up on the nose, haha. She was originally naked, but then I remembered I was in a room full of children and gave her clothes. Which is good cause the corset is my favourite part. ^^

best boobs I’ll ever draw, hands down. orz I’m pleased with this, despite the fact it’s on a scrappy piece of paper and it’s really obvious I just gave up on the nose, haha. She was originally naked, but then I remembered I was in a room full of children and gave her clothes. Which is good cause the corset is my favourite part. ^^

shadowshards:

JQ
Omg I’m gonna sleep now GOOD NIGHT <3

shadowshards:

JQ

Omg I’m gonna sleep now GOOD NIGHT <3

Gift/Fanart: Freak Snowstorm on the Enterprise
Gift for Ion~ I am determined to mske her ship this, and to embrace all the delicious humour and angst it can produce. &lt;3 Spock having unashamed fun for the first time in his life…the shame of it afterwards, tinged by the desire to let his emotions show that freely again…IT&#8217;S AWESOME DAMMIT.
Also let&#8217;s just say the people on the Enterprise have see so much crazy shit that Jack Frost hardly qualifies as odd.

Gift/Fanart: Freak Snowstorm on the Enterprise

Gift for Ion~ I am determined to mske her ship this, and to embrace all the delicious humour and angst it can produce. <3 Spock having unashamed fun for the first time in his life…the shame of it afterwards, tinged by the desire to let his emotions show that freely again…IT’S AWESOME DAMMIT.

Also let’s just say the people on the Enterprise have see so much crazy shit that Jack Frost hardly qualifies as odd.

forshadowedchaos:

where-witches-reside:

Gift: Ice cloak
For Ion~ and for myself too, haha. Since her King Frost received some clothes from Pitch, I thought Jack might return the favour someday. XD

I can just see it,  King Frost gives him this bundle with a nervous kind of look before floating off. Pitch opens it and there’s this lovely blue cloth that’s delicate and pretty and sparkly. He scoffs a bit as he holds it up but then he looks around, smirks and swings it experimentally across his shoulders only to gasp as ice creeps across the top of the fabric and across his chest, creating a secure, manly as hell, fastening. He expects it to be cold, and it is, but not nearly as cold as it should be.

forshadowedchaos:

where-witches-reside:

Gift: Ice cloak

For Ion~ and for myself too, haha. Since her King Frost received some clothes from Pitch, I thought Jack might return the favour someday. XD

I can just see it,  King Frost gives him this bundle with a nervous kind of look before floating off. Pitch opens it and there’s this lovely blue cloth that’s delicate and pretty and sparkly. He scoffs a bit as he holds it up but then he looks around, smirks and swings it experimentally across his shoulders only to gasp as ice creeps across the top of the fabric and across his chest, creating a secure, manly as hell, fastening. He expects it to be cold, and it is, but not nearly as cold as it should be.

Gift: Ice cloak
For Ion~ and for myself too, haha. Since her King Frost received some clothes from Pitch, I thought Jack might return the favour someday. XD

Gift: Ice cloak

For Ion~ and for myself too, haha. Since her King Frost received some clothes from Pitch, I thought Jack might return the favour someday. XD