Do you believe?
This is a new version to a clock I offer. The original version still had the same clock face, but the clock hands were white and the inside edge was white too. Now there’s frost on the inside edge along with it being over the hands, to make it look a bit more Jack like ^^
Here in the Midwest, we had a bit of a last minute snow storm that seemed to come out of nowhere after days of sunshine and things melting. Of course, my Rise of the Guardians mind just shook its head and wagged a finger at Jack.
And thus, this headcanon was born.
Warnings: Future Jamie, same ol’ Jack, small hints of Bennefrost if you see it that way :)
More fandom writings :) Had to jump into Rise of the Guardians at some point ^^;;;
Personal challenge for myself today: take an everyday event and make it sound magical.
She’s laying back on the couch, laptop in her lap with a fresh cup of cocoa at her side. It’s been a relatively calm day, the kitten sprawled out on the futon mattress, sleeping soundly and dreaming the way kittens do. She’s been listening to music as she writes, trying to create a whole new world that she hopes, someday, other people can become lost in. The characters are there, they just need to travel from behind her closed eyelids to the blank screen in front of her.
The music changes to a familiar melody, an animated movie she has seen once upon a dream. She remembers the black and white world, the man made of paper and the lady he pursues. "It’s Paperman,“ she whispers, "It’s playing the Paperman music.”
That’s when the magic happens.
She hasn’t looked outside in a while, too focused on her fictional characters and the world she’s trying to put them in. The music gets to a particularly memorable part of the movie. The papers are resting quietly in the alley, unmoving, then something wondrous brings them to life. One is woken from its slumber, followed by another, each flowing in the wind to the beat of the music. The writer smiles as she remembers this part and takes a moment to glance out the window.
It’s snowing.
It’s not the harsh snow that’s seemed to plague her home as of late, not the fast and overpowering kind that makes it hard to see. It’s the soft, gentle snow that’s falling from the sky, dusting the sidewalks and streets like powered sugar.
She smiles and imagines that it’s paper, one of the soft flakes kissed by her red lips.
Inspired by the Paperman soundtrack playing while I was listening to music, then me noticing that it had started to snow :)
Snow hijinks! My backyard and the snow creature my partner and I made together. It was supposed to be Jack Frost from Persona, but THAT HAT was not going to be all twisty and pointy ^^;;; So for now he is “Cute Snow Creature-chan!”
