#( snowball fight at Fort Arsenal ??? BRING IT ON

[the-kr8tor]

I’m feeling in a really wintery mood today, so may I suggest for fluffy friday TTN hobie x reader as kids playing in the snow during winter break from school?

(Love your hobie x readers btw! Especially ttn!)

AHHH A TTN REQUEST I LOVE U FOR THIS ❤️❤️❤️ Thank you!! I'm glad you like my lil series 💕

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, TTN! Hobie, TTN! Reader, Fluff

TTN! Hobie is based on my series ❤️

It's Fluffy Friday!

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You build a fort with snow, walls almost as tall as you, cold biting at your bare hands. Maybe you should've taken your winter gloves with you. It's too late now though as Hobie places his finishing touches on his side of the battlefield. The tip of his tongue poking out from his lips, brows furrowed in concentration. He's bundled up nicely compared to you, missing your gloves.

"Hurry up, Gromit!" Hobie pats the last bit of snow on his fort, hands already forming his first snowball.

"I'm trying!" Briskly trying to complete the fort, it looks wonky on the side. You huff in annoyance.

"Need help?" Hobie asks with a snicker, you glare at him across the snow covered field.

In retaliation, you hastily mold a snowball in your hand, hiding it behind the wall. It's not a perfect shape but it'll do. Aiming for his head, you throw it with a grunt. The snowball flies across, hitting Hobie square in the face.

"Ack!" Snow slides on his skin, wiping it clean off, revealing his mischievous smile, fiery eyes staring at you. "I'm going to destroy you!"

You screech, wide smile on your face as you duck away from Hobie bombarding you with snowballs.

It was a fight to the death, giggles and laughing sounding out in the cold winter air. Hobie gets numerous hits on you whilst you focus on precision, hitting him where it hurts. His fort tumbles down from your pelting, leaving him unprotected.

He gasps out in realization, you laugh triumphantly, arms at the ready to throw your arsenal.

"You cheeky–" Hobie gets cut off by your snowball smacking him on his temple. You laugh like an evil villain. "That's how it is, huh?!" He runs towards you at full speed, snow crunching under his footsteps. Hobie grabs a handful of snow on his way.

Your eyes grow wide, yelping as he grows closer, running for dear life. Unfortunately for you, your opponent has longer legs, he catches up to you in seconds. Feeling ice sliding on your back where Hobie pushed snow inside your thick jumper.

Yelling, you try to take out the ice from your clothes, jumping and wiggling about. Hobie guffaws on the sideline, clutching his stomach in laughter.

Finally getting rid of the snow in your clothes, you tackle Hobie while he's distracted. You two tumble in the snow, bringing your frozen hands to his cheek. He shrieks at the cold making you copy his earlier laugh.

"Why aren't you wearing gloves?!" He howls out, pushing you off.

You fall on the thick snow, giggling as he fists your jacket collar. Sticking your tongue out, you try to rile him up more. "I forgot it"

"Y'know you could get frostbite from that" He tries to scare you.

"Pssh, no, I won't" you roll your eyes.

"Yuh uh, then I have to cut your fingers off just to save your hands!" He takes your hand pretending to chop it off. That does it for you, gasping in fear of losing your fingers, how are you gonna draw without them?

"Noooo!" Sitting up, you rub your hands together in a futile attempt to warm them up.

"That's not gonna work, here" Hobie takes his gloves off, putting it over your frozen hands for you.

Heart warming at the scene, you let Hobie give you his gloves. "Thanks" he lets out a quiet 'sure', "softie" you continue, he flicks your wrist at your quip.

"You want hot chocolate? I have some at home" you ask, eyes twinkling.

"Sure, but no milk for me" Hobie stands up, extending his hand to help you up.

You take his hand without question, clouds puff out of your cold lips as you beam up at him. "Let's go then! I have tiny marshmallows for it"

Hobie follows you with a wobbly smile.

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[rogaire-a]

@finnegansson​ sent: ‘‘ Shay! SHAY!” Declan points towards Gist in an attempt to provide a distraction: “Look over there!” as a snowball comes HURTLING towards Shay with the precision only a sharpshooter could muster. (😜😇😂)

He should have known something was up when Declan stayed behind him. Not that he didn't trust his friend, quite the contrary, he would entrust him with his life, but he's long learned to recognize when Declan was up to something. He got a certain glint in his eye that promised nothing good. Shay thought to have caught sight of it for a moment, but he just chose to ignore it. A great mistake. 

The snowball hit his back just as he was about to turn and Shay shivered, muttering an indignant fuck as some snow slid on his bare neck. He would compliment him for his aim, but his attention snapped to Gist which had burst out laughing. Gist, who has been silently watching the scene on the Morrigan. That bastard.

‘‘ So you put it this way- “ grinning, Shay crouched down to gather some snow in his hands, never once leaving Declan's gaze. “ How ‘bout we see who’s got the best aim. “ and without hesitation, he hurls a snowball right to his stomach. 

[tired-hungry-artist]

Rotg Jack has a snowball fight with the other Guardians

A/N Anon I had so much fun writing this one, thanks for the request!

Song Choice While Writing: “Welcome to the Fire” by Willyecho (ironic, ik)

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“BunnyItWasAnAccidentI’mSorry” Jack yelped as he flew back into the rafters of the North Pole to escape the kangaroo’s wrath. A threatening boomerang has him ducking behind a particularly large rod of wood in hopes of avoiding it meeting his face.

It was genuinely an accident, though - Jack had been bored, lounging up in the rafters during one of the monthly Guardian meetings. He understood why they did it, with the original four wanting to avoid the distance they’d cultivated before Jack entered the picture. It was just… they were so… dull. There was usually trading news and anything of interest, Jack was scolded at least once about this or that snow day in May, and North had the elves bring out milk, eggnog and cookies so they could all, finally relax for a moment or two.

Tooth usually brought along Baby Tooth, since she seemed to have grown attached to Jack after Pitch, which Jack appreciated. This time, though, Baby Tooth was busy, so Jack had been idly tossing a snowball between his hands waiting for the business to pass and for the fun to start.

Should he have used magic to catch the snowball before it hit Bunny square in the face after it slipped out of his hands? Probably. Should he have made sure the snowball was enchanted with his special Fun Snow? Probably.

It didn’t matter now, though, since a rather ticked-off rabbit was more-or-less laying siege to the corner Jack has managed to crawl into. North was heard making a vain effort to calm the situation, any seriousness undercut by his deep, echoing laugh. Jack nervously formed another snowball, just in case, and peered around the wooden post he was hiding behind, ready to strike.

No rabbit.

“Wait, where did—hey!”

Jack wobbled precariously on the beam as a snowball smacked him in the back of the head. He tried to regain his balance, but another, expertly thrown shot square into his back saw him tumbling from the rafters and falling to the floor with a loud oof!

Jack sat up to protest, seeing a smug Bunny impatiently tapping his foot, and a small pile of snowballs beside him.

“That’s my thing, kangaroo!” Jack quipped, an incredulous smile on his face. He hadn’t enchanted the snowball that hit Bunny, right? He was pretty sure he didn’t, but why would Bunny be ready with an arsenal of snowballs if it wasn’t?

Jack shook his head and scrambled to his feet as Bunny carefully bent down to pick up another snowball. “Oh nonononono - you’re not getting the better of me again!” He dove for his staff and swept out the door as more snowballs pelted the walls and door frame.

Outside, in his element, Jack quickly whipped up a stash of ammo of his own.. and then deciding a snow fort wasn’t overkill. He stood at the top of a short, frosty tower as Bunny darted out the door and the other Guardians watched on in amusement as the two rained snowy fire upon each other.

Then Bunny hit Tooth.

“Oh it’s on, now!” She dove forward and swiped a few of the smaller snowballs from Bunny’s stash that best fit into her hands. She zipped around fast enough that even Bunny has trouble aiming, even as she darted back to the ground for a moment for more snow. She and Jack teamed up against Bunny, pelting him with so many rounds that his gray fur turned white for a moment, his protests the only sign of life in the mound of white as the end result.

Then one of Tooth’s snowball’s hit Jack, and he turned on her.

Then Jack’s hit Sandy, knocking the Sandman out of his light nap. Sandy lightly punched his palm as he fashioned balls of his dreamsand and started hurling them at the others.

“No, that’s cheating, Sandy! Sandy!” Jack protested as he narrowly ducked a golden ball hurled at his face, fortifying his tower against the assault. “Snow only, Sandy!”

The look on Sanderson’s face almost made Jack regret those words.

Surprised yelps from the three other participating Guardians as waves upon waves of snowballs pelted them, Jack to duck into his snowy tower, Tooth to hide behind it, and Bunny to burrow beneath the snow.

North could only chuckle at the fight of his four friends, pelting each other with one ball of snow after the other, and Jack, still keeping control of his icy fortress as he rained hell upon them all. North scooped up a mountain of snow in his massive hands, packing into a tight ball roughly the size of Sandy. He pulled his arm back with a wide smile.

Guardian of Fun, indeed.

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To @unstoppablelinda - I hope you enjoy this one as much as I did!

[rebellingstagnationblog]

Joy To The World - World of Color

Huey leapt behind a snowman just in time to avoid being hit by a barrage of snowballs. Pushing himself into a sitting position, he glanced from one side of the snowman to the other to gauge where the attack was coming from.

These team ups were much more interesting than their last ones had been.

He was on the same team as Uncle Donald this time, Louie was with Panchito, and Dewey with José. Goofy, Launchpad, and Aunt Daisy were running around the yard, trying to keep score amidst the chaos. On the sidelines sat Gosalyn, Uncle Scrooge. Mr. Mallard, and Max ready to be tagged in if they were called.

The snowballs lessened to nothing and Huey scooped up snow, packing it together and running through his options.

Uncle Donald was likely still behind their fort, keeping the others at bay. Being teamed up with Uncle Donald was cool; the older duck was more strategic than Huey, but also had an impulsive streak when he became angry. Dewey was methodical and strategic enough for both him and José, but the parrot adapted to Dewey's more structured play well. Louie and Panchito were just in it for the fun, more focused on throwing the most snowballs at their enemies rather than coming up with some sort of plan of attack. It was that last group which was keeping everyone on their toes; it was hard to strategize when you were constantly being pelted with snowballs.

"Hold!" came Dewey's voice. "José needs a new coat."

Huey glanced around his snowman and saw José duck back inside the cabin. Launchpad walked into the yard, hands held out to ensure nothing happened until all members were back in play.

Sure, they were paused, but Huey took the time to build up his arsenal, packing as many snowballs together as he could. And he was confident the others were doing the same. The only rules during a pause were you couldn't move from your current position or throw any snowballs. If he'd been paying more attention and considered that José's light jacket wouldn't sustain him for long, he would have stayed with Uncle Donald at their fort so they could come up with a game plan during this pause instead of going out on a scouting mission to get a lay of the land mere seconds before.

Should've, would've, could've.

Huey heard the front door open, saw the flash of yellow from José's winter coat, and grinned.

Jumping up to his feet, Huey fired his snowball straight for the parrot. It hit him right in the beak.

The triumph coursing through Huey quickly died when he realized he hadn't his José.

He'd hit Negaduck.

Why was Negaduck in the cabin? Why had he decided to leave via front door? And why, oh, why, had Huey not seen the red and black in the mallard's uniform along with the yellow?

The yard had fallen silent, all eyes fixed on Negaduck.

He wiped off the snow from his beak and sent a deadly glare to Huey.

Oh, God.

He'd heard about Negaduck and knew he was one of the most dangerous villains in existence. But seeing him in person…. It was very much like staring down a barrel of a gun. But more dangerous.

Negaduck sneered and that was so much worse than just a glare.

Throwing his hands up in surrender, Huey stepped out fully into view. "I thought you were José," he explained in a rush. "I didn't— you were— Since when were you in the cabin?"

Maintaining eye contact, Negaduck reached backwards and oh, man. This was the end, wasn't it? Huey was gong to die right here in this yard on Christmas morning. What a way to go. He was still so young. Had to many more things he'd wanted to do. This couldn't be it.

In a flash, Negaduck drew back and fired.

His aim was true, a decent sized snowball pelting Huey directly in the chest.

The silence in the yard was broken when Gosalyn burst out laughing.

But Huey couldn't focus on that. Because Negaduck was coming right at him, scooping up more snow along the way with a determined look on his face.

"Strike Team Omega!" Huey cried, scrambling backwards.

"We get Negaduck!" cried Dewey.

Ugh, why hadn't Huey thought of that? Put himself on the same team as Negaduck? Cause, sure, he'd get his retribution but then they could cream the other teams.

Negaduck, though, seemed to care not at all for the teams, still advancing on Huey. He tripped over something and fell into a snowbank.

"We get Mr. Mallard!" said Louie.

"Uncle Scrooge!" Huey called, unable to think of much else with a super villain bearing down on him other than to ask for help.

Negaduck loomed over Huey, a frown on his beak, and drew his arm back, snowball in hand.

Huey covered his head and closed his eyes, praying for a swift end.

But the snowball never made contact.

"All right, laddie," came Uncle Scrooge's voice. Based on his tone, he was smiling. Huey snapped his eyes open.

Uncle Scrooge was standing between him and Negaduck, brandishing his cane. "Let's see what you're made of."

Negaduck growled, but his eyes sparked as he aimed and threw his snowball at Uncle Scrooge. Uncle Scrooge dodged it easily and kicked up some snow, grabbing a handful midair and tossing it at Negaduck, the villain batting the powder away.

Sitting up, Huey breathed a sigh of relief before he saw Uncle Donald motion him over. He scrambled back to their fort and once he was safely behind their walls of snow and ice, Huey glanced back out over the battlefield.

Uncle Scrooge and Negaduck were engaged in an intense duel, snow flying around them in flurries and their movements blurred. Mr. Mallard was crouched beside Louie and Panchito, speaking hurriedly, the three of them making as many snowballs as they could.

José stepped out of the house, took in the scene before him, and ducked next to Dewey, asking, "What did I miss?"

Launchpad had quickly vacated the combat zone and was standing beside Goofy and Daisy, the three of them trying to gauge who was in the lead.

On the porch, curled into a wicker loveseat, sat Max and Gosalyn, watching the fight.

"We have to help Uncle Scrooge," said Donald, bringing Huey's attention back to the battle at hand.

"Do we?" asked Huey. "He seems to be holding his own out there."

"Huey Duck," Uncle Donald reprimanded, "we are a team. And," he leveled Huey with a glare, "you started it."

Well, he could hardly argue with that.

Working with Uncle Donald, Huey helped build up their arsenal while Mr. Mallard leapt into the fray, Negaduck and Uncle Scrooge easily adjusting to another opponent.

This wasn't like any other Christmas Huey had had before, which was saying something considering the family he had. But it wasn't the worst Christmas, either.

In fact, this one ranked one pretty high.

Uncle Donald clapped him on the shoulder before they ran out to battle, Dewey, José, Louie, and Panchito not far behind.

Merry Christmas indeed.

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[furvilla]

Furvilla January Writing Contest

And now we have the writing contest winners for January, listed in order:

Bandycam #59954 Emeraldheart #76349 Angeleina #29111 IkeWolfe #77815 Frogluv123 #40461

I do apologize for yesturday this being posted wrong!  It’s fixed now! 

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Bandycam #59954 The snow was rather biting; nipping at noses and chilling the tips of ears just enough to cause a hat to be a necessary commodity. It had fallen fresh that evening blanketing everything around the icy peeks of Tigereye in a soft white folds that muffled the sounds of nature with the hush that only winter can bring. It just so happened that on said day the five mayors of the five villages had gathered together under the ever watchful eye of the old polar bear who watched over the snowclad village. While there was rarely anything exciting going on it made it a relatively safe location for them to gather and discuss the more important aspects of leading their villages and keeping the relative peace between them. The morning had seen them with flared tempers and hours of long conversations about borders and trade promises that had – or hadn’t – been followed through with. Little sleep and long travel left many less then tactful responses and before it could come to blows for real (Polaria bless her had tried to smooth things over with offers of fresh baked cookies but was met only with an angry silence and glaring eyes) the mayor of Dragonsmaw simply grinned his huge Cheshire grin and got to his feet mid-conversation with the mayor of Quetzal Palace (which naturally ticked off Ana; she hated being ignored  and the constant struggle between peace treaties of her lofty cloud and his twisted forest was enough to drive anyone mad) and walked out. Doctor Chester – an actual doctor not just some assumed title though most dared not to ask just what he was a doctor of – paid no attention the angry cussing that accompanied his simple vanishing through the front door and out into the snowy world beyond. If he paused at all it was only to toss another one of his famous grins over his shoulder, red eyes twinkling with merriment (or sinister intentions; no one could really tell the difference with him) and flicked his spliced and nature-defying tail at those inside as a suggestion – or perhaps order. One minute passed. Two minutes. Three. Those gathered inside couldn’t take it anymore and in moments Ana stormed out full of ever growing furry… only to be greeted with a snowball to the face and a loudly snickering gray tabby standing a few years off with a pile of arsenal at his feet. To say that the mayor of Quetzal Palace didn’t shriek as cold met warm nose would be an understatement and the sound brought Minstrel of Olde Foxbury and Octavia of Oceandome rushing to her assistance only to each be pelted with another hurling ball of frozen powdered liquid in quick succession. The few moments of stunned silence that followed were broken only by a loud raspy cackling from Chester, paws resting against his belly before a hard thwack could be heard and the cat went down due to a face shot from a very angry Ana. Sputtering Chester struggled to his feet, narrowly managing to avoid the next large snowball aimed at him. Another grin, followed by a sweeping bow as he removed his hat and faced the three of them. “I suggest,” his voice was all but a purr; that of a cat that ate the canary while simultaneously getting all the cream from the saucer. “That we call a truce for the moment.” The tip of his tail twitched lazily as he gestured to the pile of snow before them all. “The house was getting a little overheated for my tastes and I think we all need to cool down. Don’t you agree Ana?” Here Ana huffed, muttering something indistinctly as her wing feathered ruffled against the cold air. “Rather than fight with words – or actual weapons,” Chester cast Ana another hard stare. “Why don’t we use what Polaria has so kindly given us? Solidified water is by far more effective as a tool of warfare than steel after all.” He took a step to the side, gaze landing on the smallest member of their group, barely licking his lips without really thinking about it. “Shall we team up, or do you suggest a free for all?” Minstrel let out a very meek squeak, quickly busing xemself with xir tail and avoiding eye contact with the deranged doctor. The actions only caused the cat’s grin to grow stretching well past the normal boundaries of his face. “I suggest a free for all,” Ana growled slightly. “But don’t worry dear Doctor, I’ll be sure to pay you particular attention.” He could only laugh at that, holding up his hands and cane (which had mysteriously appeared in his grip once more, though he had most definitely left it behind in the house before coming outside.) “Please Ana, I think a fair game is only appropriate. Focusing on just one lowly cat such as myself isn’t wise. After all, we have nine lives… or do we? I can never remember.” “I think,” Octavia spoke up now, jellyfish like tendrils guiding the dragoness over the snow so she could stand beside Chester. “That teams would be a better idea. Free for all leaves much to be said about the… outcome.” She glanced over at the Dragonsmaw mayor as she said that. “It would end up an utter bloodbath and tempers would flare up worse than before.” She reached to place a hand on Chester’s shoulder only to find that he’d somehow moved to stand next to Minstrel already tugging at Xir scarf as xe trembled in fear. Chester easily towered over Minstrel and loved to prove it to the small mouse. “I call dibs on-“ “I think Ana and Minstrel should pair up,” the Oceandome woman refused to allow him to finish his sentence. “Which leaves you and me, kitty-cat. Fair is fair, Ana can easily take on the two of us…” “Oh all right,” he stepped away from his favorite toy, though the look on his face was a silent promise that he’d be back to torment xir later. “But I have to warn you, I hate getting my fur wet…” Ana for her part didn’t hesitate to pull Minstrel aside, huddling in to begin preparing a battle strategy with her newfound partner for the battle in that icy arena. “First things first, we need to build ourselves a fortress… Think you can handle keeping up with the constant supply of ammo for me? Because I’m going to need a lot of it if I’m going to teach that uppity cat a lesson…”

Emeraldheart #76349 Polaria sat in front of her fireplace, listening to the crackle of the flames as they consumed the dry pine wood. In the background, the distant cries of the other mayors made their way down the hill to her cottage. From what it sounded like, a snowball fight had started up after Polaria had returned to her house to make some hot cocoa for them. She looked out the window wistfully. Snow was slowly piling up on the windowsill, and the green branches of the spruces outside were becoming heavy. It always amazed her how full of life the others were. She was the last of her generation of mayors, and she had personally welcomed each newcomer to office. Even Dr. Chester was much younger than she was, and the age gap was startling. It pained her how old she was becoming. She stood up, and her joints popped like the wood in front of her. She feared that she would be unable to care for her citizens much longer if she was unable to function like she used to. Polaria made her way over to where the hot chocolate was finished heating and carefully loaded the cups onto a tray, ignoring the way her paw shook with each movement. What she would give to have a snowball fight again! Now, she was scared she’d throw her hip out or something similarly awful that came with age. She carefully took off her glasses, fogged with steam from the cocoa, and wiped them on her coat. Pulling on her heavy gloves, she made sure that the ends were tucked into the sleeves of her coat. The cold got to her more than it used to. Sighing, Polaria started out into the frosty landscape that was her home. Tigereye Peak wasn’t the most welcoming of places, but for those who understood it, it was paradise. She smiled as she caught sight of a snowfox moving among the brush. Though it seemed empty and frozen, the Peak was actually full of life – and more so than usual. Starting to climb the small hill, Polaria could hear the squabbling of the other mayors more clearly than ever. She could even pick out their individual voices – Ana, crowing in victory, and Octavia, a cry of indignation. A small squeak from Minstrel, a menacing chuckle from Dr. Chester. They had all become so familiar to her, though she couldn’t help thinking of the previous mayors whenever she looked at them. The way they interacted with each other couldn’t help but remind her of her old friends. And yet, as time went on, these four took on a life of their own, separating themselves from their predecessors in her mind. She now loved them just as much as she had loved those who had come before. Polaria let out a puff as she reached the top of the incline, and a warm feeling grew in her chest as she saw the antics in front of her. Ana had constructed a small fort and was locked in battle with Octavia, while Minstrel ducked to avoid Dr. Chester’s unsettling smile. Though sometimes she grew self-conscious, Polaria knew that they cared for her just as much as she cared for them. She felt proud when she looked at them. They were all such great leaders for their villages, and they would never know how much she appreciated them and their respect for her. As they noticed that she had returned, they came over to her, excitedly chattering and thanking her for the hot chocolate. Yes, they were her family. And she couldn’t ask for anything more.

Angeleina #29111 A flurry of snow was falling gently down as Polaria hummed softly to herself, walking down the path to the clearing where she figured her friends would be. Octavia had told her they were going to be there, waiting for her to arrive to discuss the upcoming events. Although she supposed it would be full of snow and Snowpets now. A small sigh escaped her lips at the thought of Snowpets. They had nearly been an infestation… She had taken care of a few over populations during the last few days, but she hoped it wouldn't get any worse than it already had. Holding a tray of cups full of hot cocoa in her paws, she smiled to herself, thinking about the past event and what a success it had been for her Town. Perhaps there were a few things they could have done better, but you learn as you go they say. Continuing along the path while humming her soft tune, she came upon the clearing and stopped dead in her tracks. At first glance, everything looked like a disaster. It took a while for her to gain her bearings and really understand what was going on. It was those darn Snowpets again!! Snow Foxes and Snow Bunnies were EVERYWHERE! Poor Minstrel had to be held up by Dr. Chester as he attempted to climb a tree and failed as the foxes jumped onto him and Minstrel both. Poor Ana was already buried and only a mere glimpse of her wings could be seen underneath the devastation of Snowpets. Octavia seemed to be the only one who was apart from the mayhem, looking over the mess with a worried expression, unsure of what to do while the Snowpets caused chaos. When the Oceandome mayor spotted Polaria, she hurriedly came over to her. “Oh! Polaria! Thank Goodness you’re here! You have to help, please, I have no idea what to do! The Snowpets have taken over! They seem to have listened to you at first, maybe you can do something.” The ice mayor stood motionless for a few seconds before smiling grimly and handing the tray of hot cocoa to her Oceandome friend. “Hold this dear, I’ll do what I can.” Rolling up her sleeves, the mama polar bear drew in a long breath and roared. The Snowpets got instantly spooked and stopped what they were doing to freeze. Literally. They froze and turned into snow. Smiling slightly, Polaria moved forward to knock over the pile of frozen Snowpets that had once covered Ana. The Quetzal Palace Guardian Angel looked amazed. “How did you do that my friend? I thought we were goners for sure!” Flapping her wings to get the excess snow off, she looked indignant. “Drat! Those little snow rascals ruined my snow fort!” Chuckling slightly as she helped Dr. Chester find his missing appendages, Polaria shook her head. “It’s just a little trick I learned back in the days, dearie.” “Still, you did us a great favor milady! Thank you!” Squeaked Minstrel. Polaria smiled. “You’re quite welcome friend, I agree those Snowpets can be quite a handful at times.” Dr. Chester huffed as he let his last piece fall back into place on his body. “I do not like it. I DO wish there were more beastly figures around rather than.. this … purity. All this white is making my eyes hurt.” “Oh hush, Chester. You always desire things to be dark and dank, why don't you just taint everything and be done wit it!” Scowled Ana. Dr. Chester sneered at the winged canine. “I would.. If I had the power.” “Now now,” Polaria smiled and took the tray back from Octavia, thanking her softly. “Why don't we just enjoy the peace and quiet now that the pets are gone?” Octavia jumped up and down for a second. “Ana! Why don't we have a snowball fight?! We have so much snow around us now and I'll help you build your fort again!” For a split second, you could see an ambitious smirk on the Guardian Angel’s face at the thought of building a fort - but then it was gone; replaced with a sweet smile. “That sounds absolutely delightful. We shall build the strongest snow fort ever!” Minstrel sighed slightly and joined Dr. Chester at his side. “I don't suppose you know some good haunting tunes, do you ol' chap? I could use some inspiration for my new song!” The cat looked at the mouse with a playfully frightening expression. “Perhaps I do. Hm…” While the chaos that had been was no longer, Polaria smiled to herself and sets down the tray to join her friends in the fun. She just hopped that the Snowpets wouldn't make a bigger comeback than what they had just seen.

IkeWolfe #77815 Every year after the Snow Festival, the five mayors of Furvilla would gather at their lodge at Tigereye Peak to discuss important matters of state for the upcoming year. At least, that's what they claimed. In truth, it was a chance to relax and get away from the pressures of leading an entire village. They loved their dear residents, but even they needed a break, especially with the recent snowpet overpopulation problem. Dr. Chester had been glad to get away from the crowds petitioning and fighting at his door demanding everything from a snowpet sanctuary to the wholesale slaughter of the little creatures. He'd reached the point where he'd honestly considered removing his own ears and tucking them inside a thick pillow. Now, though, he was bored. He was laying back on a large pile of snow and observing his fellow mayors through half-lidded eyes. Ana and Minstrel were building a snowfort and snowfox, respectively, Octavia was examining several plants behind him with far too much fascination, and Polaria had gone back to the lodge to get some hot cocoa. That left him to simply sit around and be bored, and trouble always followed when cats got bored. He watched Minstrel finish xyr snowfox and go chasing after a snowbunny. He sneered. The wretched little lapines had been nothing but trouble for the past week. He scooped up a large pawful of snow and packed it into a rough ball before lazily tossing it at the animal. It was just pure chance that the snowball sailed right over and struck Ana right in the head. The angelic wolf 's wings flared in surprise and she shook the snow off her head. She looked around for the perpetrator and settled on the feline with a glare. "Sweet serpents, Chester, what was that for?" He silently considered his options and then lobbed another snowball that hit Ana in the muzzle with a soft ploomph. The other mayors had turned to look at the commotion and struggled to contain their mirth while Ana sputtered in shock. "What's the matter Ana; can't take a little snow?" he teased as a smirk spread across his face. "I thought Guardian Angels were supposed to be tougher than that." "Oh, I'll show you just how tough we are!" She hurled several snowballs in quick succession that the feline gracefully dodged. "Tsk, tsk, it looks like we'll need to work on your aim!" The wolf beat her wings rapidly in response, creating a large cloud of snow that sailed towards the trouble-making cat. Chester's eyes widened and he barely managed to scramble out of the way with only a light dusting of snow on his coat. The unsuspecting dragon who'd been standing behind him was less fortunate. She got coated in a thick blanket of snow that left her looking like one of Minstrel's snow sculptures. "Oh no, Octavia! I'm so sorry!" That was all Ana manged to get out before being forced to duck behind her fort to avoid the salvo of snowballs being slung her way. Laughing, she peeked over the edge of the fort with a snowball in paw to return fire. Meanwhile, Minstrel was off to the side secretly preparing a perfect little white snowball. The mouse chuckled to xemself. "Ol' Chester won't know what him!" "Care to repeat that?" Minstrel froze and slowly looked up to see Chester looming over them with a predatory grin on his face. "Uh... hi?" Fortunately, they were saved by the timely arrival of Polaria. "Sorry it took me so long! I hope you weren't getting to bored waiting for me."

Frogluv123 #40461 The wonderful Ms. Polaria simply adored the winter months. It meant hot chocolate, white snow, and of course, more visitors to her village. In the town of Tiger Eye Peak, there was always snow, but winter just brought about it the air that made it feel proper and festive, filling her heart to the brim with joy. As the holidays passed, Polaria had a brilliant idea; invite the other mayors over! Aside from meetings, they rarely got to spend time together, and she missed them: they were practically family to her. She bustled inside with a grin, handwriting invitations for the twentieth of January. She slipped outside to place them in her mailbox with a smile, for surely the day would be great fun. Soon, the day had arrived, and Polaria sat on her porch, humming a tune and waiting for her guests to arrive. One by one, they came. First was Minstrel, donned in a scarf far too long. Before Polaria could even welcome him, however, he was ambushed by a pair of mischievous animals; a dirty snowbunny and a white ferret. He toppled over, laughing, and Ms. Polaria helped him up with a grin. Next to arrive was Ana, using her wings to shield her head from the light snow that had started to fall. Soon after arrived Dr. Chester, attempting to wipe dog fur off his jacket and mumbling about an invasion. Lastly was Octavia, tripping over herself as she apologized for being late, as she had had last-minute business to attend to. Polaria gave them a final greeting before beckoning them into her yard, inches deep in perfect packing snow. While he others were looking around in wonder,-- it didn't snow in the other villages, she was told (truly a pity)-- she slyly scooped up handfuls of snow and rolled them into balls, chuckling softly to herself. Before the others knew what had hit them, literally, Polaria was already halfway through her door and they were coated in snow. And thus lead to an all-out war. Ana had scooped up snow into a wall, carving out patterns of bricks and laughing, occasionally side-stepping as Octavia continued to hurl snowballs. Soon, Ana retaliated, and the girls were immersed in a heated and lighthearted fight. Chester, however, had thought that Minstrel had thrown the snowball at him rather than Polaria, and was leering down at the mouse. Minstrel was holding a snowball he had just made, and so feigned guilt, before jumping up and smashing the snow into his face, sprinting away as puffs of white drifted off Chester's face. That is, before he retaliated. The four were desperately throwing snowballs, laughing and having a good time. That is, before Minstrel spoke up. "Wait-- where's Polaria?" The others froze, glancing around. Ms. Polaria stood partially behind the protection of a pine tree, laughing and holding a tray of hot chocolate; what she had went inside to make. The other mayors breathed a sigh of relief, taking cups for themselves. This was a truly happy holiday for them all, and their hearts filled to the brim with happiness. Even if it wasn't, technically, a holiday.