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Ch 22/? - The Golden Age That Never Was (RotG/Blackice)

Title: The Golden Age That Never Was (22/?)

Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Jack Frost/Pitch Black (or if you want to get tetchily specific - Jack Overland who becomes Jack Frost with Kozmotis Pitchiner who becomes elements of Pitch Black…..)
Characters: Jack Frost, Kozmotis Pitchiner/Pitch Black, E. Aster Bunnymund, Sanderson Mansnoozie, Toothiana, Nicholas St. North, Jamie Bennett, Seraphina Pitchiner, The Man in the Moon, Tsar Lunanoff, Tsarina Lunanoff, Cupcake.
   
Warnings/Tags: Hurt/comfort, Whump, Angst, Book & Movie Combination, Friendship, Minor Character Death, Slow burn, Abuse of Power/Authority, Dysfunctional Relationships, Power Play, Corporal Punishment, Adventure, Space Opera (kiiiind of), Golden Age, D/s, Initiation, Kink, Injury, Grief, AU, apologies to canon enthusiasts and people who love authentic representations of space. (Please see AO3 for more tags).                  

Summary: Soldier in training Jack Overland is approaching the day of his initiation, finally he’ll learn how to fight back against the living darkness and serve the Tsar and Tsarina Lunanoff. More importantly, maybe it will get him closer to Royal Admiral Kozmotis Pitchiner, Jack’s hero, champion of the people. If only anything ever worked out the way it should.

The Golden Age that Never Was - Chapter 22 - Consequences

In which Jack disembarks back on Lune, and proceeds to get entangled in conspiracies almost immediately. Also known as ‘Jack’s no good, very bad, I’m 100% done with everything day.’

* Seize that meddling canine!

This was originally supposed to be some sort of seasonal bonus art, but we decided it looked more like the cover of some zany manga.

Luck? I need none of it. When Fate’s wagon stops me on the path, I’ll seize the reins. And when the Night seeks to devour me, I will brandish the Sun! I cannot ask Fortune what it plans for me, and so I too will not reveal my mysteries ere Death takes me. I will remake myself; so let the gale come. 

Intended for this to be my New Years’ Eve picture, but the original file got corrupted so had to start over. Remake of this from early last year. A continuation and perhaps capping-off of my unofficial 2016 tarot/rune series. 

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Nunca supe que te necesitaba como una canción triste necesita un mar de luces…  (Falling Fast - Avril Lavigne)

Dessert

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Genre: Smut  |  Word Count: 4.4k

Summary: Bucky doesn’t want to attend to his own birthday party, but reader has her own methods to convince him to do so.

Warnings: public teasing, going commando, slight slapping, public sex (?), unprotected sex, intake of alcohol.

Author’s Note: I saw the gif and the idea immediately popped up in my head. It was actually going to be a Sebastian fanfiction, but when I started writing it, I accidentally made it into a Bucky one. And I stuck with it.

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As promised, some fun woodland sprites!!

Just kidding, they’ll trick you into eating your pets and burning down your own house for kicks

Every now and then there’s an elf that can be considered..humane, but they’re rare, and often don’t last long..
THESE are what Caligula was made to protect people from!!

They’re very, very good at glamours, and are good at sneaking around among humans. Howeverr, they’re rather sensitive to iron, which will sort of disorient them and make their glamours waver/headaches/etc etc, makes em feel icky and panicky

Sleep

It was late. They’ve been on multiple missions that week but somehow there was always even more demons than the last. They were lucky no one got injured. However, exhaustion was creeping into their bones. All they wanted to do was collapse into their beds for 12 hours straight.

It’s been a while since Magnus had used this much magic. He was fixing up wards, healing and dealing with clients all week. Everyone was running around in panic with the oncoming war and Magnus has been the one to put their heads back on. He longed for the comfort of his home.

Alec was tossing and turning, trying to find a comfortable sleeping position. He’d been trying to fall asleep for an hour but no matter how droopy his eyes got, his brain doesn’t seem to want to shut down. His bed was too hard and his blankets scratched against his skin. Eventually, he got up went to get a drink from the kitchen.

Magnus was frustrated. He needed to sleep. His bed felt too soft and his blankets did not keep him warm enough. He’d use some magic to fix all this but he didn’t want to drain himself. Soon enough, he got up, draping the blankets around himself and went to the kitchen to make some tea.

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