#Burning Frost

[midoristeashop]

Jack prost

Jack studies but I was only allowed to ref the rotg concept art 🤩

[whump-galaxy]

Thinking about some weather whump.

The Whumpee being chained up outside like a dog, no matter the conditions. They have a small shelter, but it’s barely enough for them on the best days.

During summer, they can’t protect themselves from the heat. Their skin is constantly red and peeling from sunburns. They struggle to breathe in the hot, humid air. They barely have enough water to make it through.

When it storms, they tuck themselves into their shelter, jumping at every thunderclap. Most storms cause their shelter to flood, leaving them freezing and wet. Tree limbs snap and fall, narrowly missing their only shelter.

In winter, all they can do is make a makeshift wall for their shelter with their freezing hands, hopefully creating a windbreak. Maybe if the Whumper is feeling kind, they’ll get an extra blanket.

On the days weather is too bad, which is rare for the Whumper to decide, the Whumpee is tortured in other ways. It leaves them to wonder if they’d rather be in a tornado or hurricane than inside with the Whumper.

[ouaw-facts-i-just-made-up]

Frost is sensory avoidant, whilst Gricko and Gideon are often sensory seeking. Torbek and Kremy depend on the sensory type and the time and place, Kremy preferring visual stimuli and tastes, Torbek preferring physical touch based stimuli

Frost uses his clothing like a barrier for sensory input, and so does Kremy to a certain extent.

[saturnniidae]

Hijack is like autism vs adhd rap battle to me

[w1yre]

favorite cookies in crk list. uhhhh don’t judge idk

(these are not in order)

caramel arrow cookie

why i like her: bad bitch, great cookie, loyal to her kingdom, very cute

2. dark cacao cookie

why i like him: cute, very interesting character, i like his sword :)

3. pitaya dragon cookie

why i like him: he’s pink and he’s batshit crazy and he’s cute. how could i not

4. burning spice cookie

why i like him: beefy, batshit crazy, and cool design

5. eclair cookie

why i like him: silly, pretty, very good skill, i like his costume. also a nerd

6. wildberry cookie

why i like him: beefy guy with red hair. just my type. also very cute

7. frost queen cookie

why i like her: pretty blue color, pretty in general, caused my fucking gay awakening um uh what else uhhhhhh also very good cookie

8. sea fairy cookie

why i like her: sea fairy,,,,she’s pretty,,,,i love her she was my first legendary ever and i will never forget her she’s outstanding

ok that’s it

[r4d-c1oudz]

what are your thoughts on the upcoming 10/2 update?

well, looks like the meta is DEFINITELY gonna be changing after this... 💀

oh and did I forget to mention about the new costumes too? (FINALLY FROST QUEEN GETS A COSTUME AFTER NEARLY 3 YEARS OF EXISTANCE)

which one is your favorite?

[the-keroscenic-route]

I just love this piece by @seye_art over on instagram. I'm always interested in the idea of Emma at the school as a teenager. How that would have changed her, the team, and her relationships, particularly with Jean and Scott.

I also love her uniform. Incorporating the white (and sort of the off the shoulder shape of some of her costumes) into a more standard x-men costume is not something I've seen a lot and it really makes sense for this universe given her age and the rest of the team's slightly more standardized look.

He has a few other pieces around this idea, and just some generally fantastic x-men and original art. So def check out his insta or shop: https://linktr.ee/seye_art

[agardenandlibrary]

Oops I started reading Mercy Thompson again while camping

Those books sure are devourable.

[bwi-illust]

I think I'm going to start using my YouTube channel to dump speed paints of fanarts from now on.

I know I uploaded just a video but I want to try making some serious content with good quality.

Anyway,here some cookies I found in the last month

I got elder fairy too but forgot to screenshot 🥲

And last but not least

This skin

This skin, I recently managed to accumulate the currency to buy the skin and was debating whether to get it or not but it seems like the game wanted me to have it.

Saying that I screamed when I saw this is an understatement

[cheesecakemermaid1048]

Some people are confused why burning spice eyes are yellow and not red like in the opening scene.My take is they simply choose red because it worked better for that scene.

I highly doubt it was an error on the dev part.Nor do I believe burning spice eye turn red when he is angry.IDK it seem kinda stupid.

Also not mention,cookies can have more than color in their eyes.We have seen it with frost queen and peach blossom

[oflights]

wip snip 4.2

thank you for the tag, @elskanellis! your snip is so intriguing 👀

in return, have some more of time travel fic: extremely gooey and tender and basically what the next 10k or so words are going to be (the fic is currently 20k lmao) before things get Bad again. still heartbreaking in its tenderness, though, because baby harry is heartbreaking (a contextual reminder that he is 7 in this snip!!! adult harry is henceforth "potter" from draco's pov).

“This is for me?” Harry asks, doing another turn, clutching at the still unnamed dragon in his hands. “All of this, the bed and—I can—”

“Harry,” Draco says softly, coming closer and dropping to crouch again, ignoring his protesting thighs starting to truly feel all the activity of the day. “Yes, all of this. You can sleep in the bed, you can name your toy—it’s all yours. This is what looking after you means; everything that I can offer is yours now. I promise.”

“Do I have to—” Harry starts, and Draco simply doesn’t want to hear where that’s going.

“No. You don’t have to do a single thing. It’s just yours. Because—because you’re a guest, and a kid, and kids deserve these sorts of things no matter what.”

“Oh,” Harry says, sounding genuinely startled in a way that makes Draco want to punch—someone. Perhaps Vernon or Petunia Dursley, or perhaps Albus Dumbledore. He did not ever imagine he would one day find new and more infuriating reasons to resent Dumbledore this long after his death, but he supposes life is surprising that way.

Harry breaks up his surprised, revelatory stance with another yawn, and this time Draco makes sure his tone brooks no argument when he directs him to the bathroom with the pajamas. To keep busy and shove down the punching urge, he resizes another set of clothes from the wardrobe for the morning, startling himself when he leans too far in and his hand disappears through the back wall.

“Oh, right, I should warn you,” Draco says when Harry returns, changed and padding gingerly towards the bed. “The wardrobe is a portal to the treehouse, so be careful if you go too far into it.”

“You have a treehouse?” Harry asks with a gasp, and Draco smiles at him, striding over and pulling the quilt back for Harry to settle in.

“You have a treehouse. I’ll show you tomorrow, if you’d like.”

He waits as Harry clambers onto the bed and settles against the mound of pillows, smoothing the quilt over him and then making sure the dragon is tucked in, too. “Any ideas on a name?” Draco asks softly, tweaking the dragon’s snout. “Do you want to sleep on it?”

“Can I name him after a—a con—a constellation? Like you?” Harry asks, frowning in concentration.

“Yes, of course you can. Which do you fancy?” Draco sits on the bed near Harry’s feet and leans back on his hands, gazing up at the ceiling as it cycles over them. “There’s Cygnus, the swan I was telling you about—he was my grandfather, you know, and right by Draco, so that’s convenient. There’s Pegasus, too, a type of flying horse, and Cepheus, he was a king in Ancient Greece—well, he chained his daughter up to a rock, so maybe not the best role model, but a cool name nonetheless. Just stop me if anything grabs you, really.”

“What’s that one?” Harry asks, squinting up and pointing; Draco makes a mental note to solve the glasses issue as soon as possible. He looks where Harry’s pointing, southwest of the quadrant he’d been explaining, and spots the most recognizable constellation there is.

“Ah, that’s Orion. The hunter. He was a Giant, you know, and he got pretty boastful, so Gaia—super powerful Earth mum, you did not want to get on her bad side—sent a great big scorpion after him. They fought, so you’ll never see Orion and Scorpius—that constellation all the way over there—in the sky at the same time. But Ophiuchus—he was a Healer, that one over there, see how he’s sort of between Orion and Scorpius? He gave Orion some medicine and saved him from Scorpius.”

Harry’s eyes are drooping closed, but he still murmurs, “Really? Is that all true?”

“Well, sort of. They’re stories, myths; all the stars have stories. There are different versions and they change depending on who you talk to, but I have my favorite versions because they’re the ones my mum told me.”

Draco checks in to see that Harry’s eyes are almost completely closed, and keeps talking hoping they’ll close further; how many times had his mother talked him to sleep?

“If you’re in the sky, it means you’re pretty important, right? So that means lots of stories. I’ll tell you all of them, if you’d like. I think you’ll enjoy this room, and you’ll be happy here. I hope so.”

That’s all verging on a ramble, but he thinks it doesn’t matter because Harry is asleep. So Draco gets up gently, patting Harry’s foot over the quilt, shoots the still unnamed dragon a grin, and starts to leave the room.

He stops only when he hears Harry mumble, “Orion. That’s his name,” and curl around the dragon, breathing going smooth and even, arms clutching it tight against his small frame.

Draco smiles at them both. “Goodnight, Harry and Orion.”

tagging @teledild0nix @phoebe-delia and @thehoneybeet, fully randomly chosen so absolutely no pressure!!

[chaosabound]

Au!Halloween!

So... I finished the thing I made for Halloween, I'm also working on another thing rn that I'll post tomorrow. But here, have this.

This was before I finalized Burning Spice's Au design.

It was Shadow Milk's idea 100%

Burning Spice is just confused.

Who knows, since Shadow Milk is dressed up as one of the angels, maybe he can convince BS to dress as a god of destruction one day. Who knows.

I'm going to continue working now.

Also, please go see my Dark Lord PuppetMaster piece, I'm really happy with it, and it needs love.

[cloud-based-and-rainpilled]

Calling it now: The Michael Sheen autism show “The Assembly” is going to be a bigger bomb than the outrageously mediocre Frost/Nixon and I for one am an autist excited to be fed with cringe ragebait the world has not seen since “The Other Sister”

[oleander-neruim]

A short comic of Rivendell's Winterfest preparations

Inktober Day 20: Frost

Watching Scott set up for Winterfest was a delight I won't lie

Overviews of the full comic, yippee

[plsjustpretendimnothere]

A Game of Shadows

Chapter 003

Chapter 002

She tightened the laces of her boots as the guards rounded the corner to her cell door, the keys that hung from their belts clinked and clanked as they marched at a fast pace, footsteps heavy as they came to collect her at the Queen’s command. She had heard murmurs of them sending her out of the palace walls. Still, she wasn’t given any information, just a new set of clothing and an extra portion of slop for breakfast. 

They shackled her arms and legs as she left the dungeons and escorted her to the throne room where the Queens were waiting, Maslynna noticing a humming sensation radiating through her, drawing her attention to the crown they had asked her shadows to find, sat snuggly atop Briallyn’s head.

She stopped short of where the guards ushered her, hesitant to walk closer as the intensity of the humming increased. Briallyn smiled down at her from the dias all too easily, but it was not a smile that was endearing. No, it was laced with malice.

“Don’t you look better,” Briallyn started. “Not too bad looking once you’ve bathed and gotten a new pair of clothing.” She stared at Maslynna expectedly.

Maslynna felt something rippling her way from the Queen as her shadows rose to her head, squeezing tight and urging her to do what they said. They had never commanded her before, and the urgency in how they tightened caused her to flinch.

She blinked and forced a smile she hoped was believable before giving a bow. “Thank you, my Queen.” She stood back straight and asked in the affable tone she could muster, “How can I be of service?”

Briallyn smirked and glanced at the other Queens, nodding. “We have heard of your improvements with training and we have another test for you.” Maslynna blinked but kept her feelings of apprehension to herself. “You will go beyond The Wall to an area called The Middle. There, we have hidden something. Retrieve it and bring it back to us.”

Composure her shadows whispered.

“As you wish,” she said in coolness as her heart pounded against her chest.

Briallyn sank back on her throne, satisfied. “We have ordered some of the High Lord’s men to accompany you, to ensure your safety, of course.”

 Maslynna could taste the lie herself as it rolled from the Queen’s tongue, but she forced herself to give a polite nod. “Thank you, my Queen.”

“You will of course have to leave rather immediately, the journey to The Middle is quite far.” The Queen said in feigned dejection.  “Of course,” she said giving a bow to dismiss herself, turning on her heel to leave.

Maslynna kept her pace even though her legs were burning to sprint from the room. She had heard stories of what lay beyond The Wall, the sort of creatures that feasted on flesh and blood. She did not care if the Queen was having her babysat as they threw another test at her, she would find a way out even if it killed her.

She would leave. She would flee in the middle of the night and run as fast and as far as she could before she was caught, preferably before they reached The Wall. Both sides were dangerous, but she knew what enemies she would face in the Mortal Lands, and with her new strength she stood a chance.

“But!” Briallyn said after Maslynna had walked half the distance to the double doors. “We have one last order of business before you head out.” And Maslynna heard the Queen walking from the dias.

She turned back to face the Queen and waited until they stood inches apart. “I expect great things from you, Maslynna.” She said offering her hands and Maslynna had no choice but to place hers into the Queen’s palms. “I want to ensure our mutual success, with an oath.”

Maslynna watched as the Queen dropped a hand, taking a dagger from a guard at her side, turning over Maslynna’s hand before slicing a line into it. The Queen hummed before turning the knife onto herself and cutting open her palm as well.

“Come back to me,” she said lowly enough for just them to hear. “Do not try to run. Do not try to kill yourself. Do not lie to me. You are to serve me. Do you swear it?” She asked staring into Maslynna’s eyes for any hint of objection.

But Maslynna couldn’t deny the Queen, her shadows had ensured that when she first walked into the throne room. She was to play along in the Queen’s submission, but now she was to be sworn into a blood oath to keep up her initial lie.

Maslynna felt she was going to be sick on the Queen’s shows as she angled her hand towards the Queen and firmly grasped it, intertwining their blood and solidifying the oath. She was stuck. Any hope she had of escaping was squashed and hatred filled her veins. The Queen always knew. Was one step ahead somehow.

“I swear it,” Maslynna breathed as she fought to keep herself together. She needed to leave before the adrenaline took over and her facade broke.

“Good,” Briallyn said smiling widely. “You are free to go.”

With one last bow, Maslynna left the throne room. —

It had taken three weeks of walking for Maslynna and the men of Autumn to reach The Middle where the Queens had hidden another object for her to seek out. 

Maslynna didn’t know what she expected for their journey north, but it certainly hadn’t been that. The men hardly spoke to each other, and not a word to her, not that she necessarily sought them out either. Maybe that was part of the test, for her to go in completely blind and prove herself.

Despite the lack of communication between the soldiers, they knew how to work together when it mattered. One night as Maslynna stared up at the night sky waiting for sleep to take her she heard rustling from the other side of the camp. Sitting up she reached for the spear she had fastened on their journey and saw as a figure clocked by the darkness slithered into their camp. 

At once all of the men sprang from their positions on the ground and fought the creature. Maslynna noticed its scales for skin and snakelike body as it used its tail to trip the men as it made its way farther into camp, high-pitched hisses emitted from it as it was overwhelmed and taken down.

Maslynna watched in awe of the men when she felt something wrap around her ankle, too warm to be one of her shadows. Gripping her spear tighter she turned and threw the spear up and into the opened mouth of a second creature, its razor-sharp teeth and forked tongue close enough to her face she could see the life leave its eyes.

“What are these things?” She demanded from the men as they cleaned the blood from their swords and resumed their position on the ground, falling asleep as if they hadn’t heard her.

She gawked at them in disbelief. If the men were this unfazed by these creatures what other monsters exist out here? She shuddered at the thought and glared down at her sulking shadows.

Sorry, they seemed to say. It won’t happen again.

The first thing she noticed when they reached The Middle was how thick the air was. The heat was stifling but the moisture in the air suffocated her skin preventing her sweat from breaking and cooling her, so her shadows had taken the liberty of covering her to block out the sun. The second was how quiet it was. But it was not a calming quiet. No, it was eerie.

Maslynna walked towards the edge of the bog, its water so black her reflection was projected back to her. Her face was gaunt, but her eyes were filled with more life in them than she had anticipated, the blue striking. And her skin, much healthier looking and tanned than it should be for someone who spent most of their time stuck indoors. She turned her head and pulled back her mousey brown hair to reveal the pointed ears she toyed with at night. She knew she should be shocked, but she was taught enough about the fae growing up that her heightened senses and strength meant she was turned fae by the cauldron. 

She saw the pointed ears that she toyed with at night and noticed how her neck was more elongated, her lips fuller. Her shadows had told her she was beautiful, but this was the first time she truly got to see herself, her new self. 

“Is it in the water then?” She asked as she turned to the men, but they ignored her and did not so much as look in her direction. “Cool, thanks for the help.” She muttered under her breath as she dragged a hand threw her mousy brown hair and looked out into the swamp.

She had been searching for hours by the time she decided it was time for a break and lounged around a fallen tree, chugging her water as the sun beat down on her between the clouds. She hadn’t necessarily wanted to start searching in the water, but seeing as there was nowhere else on land for the object to be, she knew she would have to make the plunge soon if she were to go back to the Mortal Lands.

Maslynna laid back on the log and closed her eyes as exhaustion crept up on her. She would rest for just a minute and then resume the search she told herself as a gentle wind blew a cloud overhead, the cool breeze against her hot skin caused a ripple of goosebumps to appear and send a shiver down her spine when she felt it.

She sat up quickly as she noticed the faint vibration thrumming through her body. She knew it had to be the object the Queens had sent her to retrieve as it mirrored the vibration of the crown, calling her to bring it home. Maslynna stood and turned in the direction she felt tugging her the hardest and she took quick steps, the desperation of its longing overwhelming her.

She raced in its direction when she heard the men moving, unsheathing their swords and getting into their battle formation. Maslynna stopped and studied them when she heard what got their attention, a beating sound from above. 

Her shadows jolted outwards and moved sporadically around her before she saw a pulse of blue in the clouds. She watched as a shadow moved within the cloud, the blue flashing getting brighter the lower it flew towards them. An outline of wings appeared from the clouds as they carried the creature forward and she realized it had been the flapping they had heard.

She glanced at the men and saw they had knocked their arrows, ready to strike when the shot was clear. She turned back to the creature and her mouth fell ajar as it fully came into view and she noticed a man attached to the wings.

But not just any man. It was the man from the throne room. 

He was flying low enough she could see his eyes scanning the swamp, concentration etched into his jaw and brows as if he too was searching for something, her shadows exploded around her when his eyes found her.

His wings stopped and took smaller beats to hover him in the air as he stared at her. He recognized her, she realized, when his expression soured and he turned to fly towards her. Maslynna reached for her spear, ready to defend herself if needed when an arrow shot through the air and struck his left wing. 

Her shadows became erratic, swirling in the air and rushing towards his direction as he spiraled towards the ground, teeth gritted in pain.

He landed roughly but was able to stand in time to meet the onslaught of the Autumn’s Court men. Maslynna stood paralyzed as she watched him easily cut down the first few men even with his wing limp, the blue beacon on his suit blazing.

She didn’t even hear the second one coming. One second she felt bile rise in her throat as he was quickly becoming outnumbered and she feared she truly would become alone in this world when a flash of red fell out of the sky and began cutting down the men of Autumn in a fit of rage, the quietness of the swamp replaced with the screams of dying men.

He looked at her then, his sword piercing into the gut of one of the soldiers, buried to the hilt and exiting through the back. He pulled it from the man in a quick motion as if it was a threat. The same fate awaited her.

The second one; the one with longer hair and whose leather suit gleamed a red so bright it envied the sun, followed his line of sight. He would see her. They could see her through her shadows and they would know she would be next.

A voice in the back of her mind screamed at her to run, to flee before the rest of the soldiers fell and the two winged men would turn to her and cut her down where she stood, but her feet would not budge, so she watched as they made quick work of the men until there was only two were left.

The one in red looked past her, confusion knitted his brows together as he wielded his sword over his head and cut down a man's head cleanly from his shoulders with little more than a grunt.

It was then that her body finally caught up to her brain and she backed away and hid behind a large rock in a small patch of dense trees, just her eyes peering over to continue watching. The two men talked, the one with shadows like her bound the remaining men as he glared at her, letting her know she could hide all she wanted, but he would always find her.

Maslynna’s hands trembled and she reached for the small dagger she had stolen from one of the men the night before, ready to slit her own throat before allowing herself to fall to the hands of another. She pressed the dagger to her throat and willed herself to cut, but the oath she swore to Queen Briallyn prevented her from dragging the blade across her throat.

The second one launched from the sky in a hurry without looking back. The one with hazel eyes filled with hate stayed a second longer, eyes boring into her before flapping his wings and taking to the sky following the direction of his companion. 

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Whew! Wasn't sure I was going to get one out tonight, but here it is. If you are like me and like to have a visual aid to picture characters, my pfp is how I envision Maslynna.

Tagged: @tele86 @quiet-because-it-is-a-secret

Chapter 004

[saturnniidae]

Modern/human au Jack would have the driest, crunchiest fucking hair. It would Not be soft. Like mf would use fucking volume 40 bleach to get it done fast, forget toner and accidentally make himself blond then have to get more to fix it and he uses so much fucking hair gel to style it. Repulsive.