#also it SNOWED????? YESTERDAY.
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All I do is try to draw then get side tracked by youtube đ hell yeah!!!!!!
Aoyagi & Teshima (if I donât try every artstyle. I die. đ)
catty the awesome drew this for me @iovecatt !! (I got him a halo on a Roblox game, so now he OWES ME MORE ART!!!!!!!! MEAHAHAHAA)
Feel free to send some more doodle requests!! đ I want to draw I just donât know what..
#yowamushi pedal#yowapeda#haikyuu#for the first doodle anywaymsttt#yamaguchi tadashi#midousuji akira#doubashi masakiyo#manami sangaku#kiriya n funatsu#itâs them against the world đ©·#send help /j#also it SNOWED????? YESTERDAY.#Canada. when I get you Canada. WHEN I GET YOU
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good morning âïž
#your mom#today is the first day in like three weeks that i didnât wake up with that fuckin awful cold#gay#also we had a proper blizzard yesterday after like no snow yet this year#and it was magical#and then it rained this morning so itâs a mess outside but whatever#gay hot#gay bulge
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~on the way back from a bountiful foraging trip~
There's so many good and yummy things fall brings, but my absolutely favorite thing are roasted chestnuts. Nothing beats burning your finger tips while impatiently peeling open hot chestnuts right off the wood burning stove. I have to wait a whole year just to have them a handful of times. Oh to be a tiny troll and dig into a chestnut as big as my head. đ
#i just finished this piece with beautiful warm fall colors yesterday and today it snowed :')#i was also planning on taking photos of my latest project outside today :''')#the photos still turned out pretty good tho#trolls#dreamworks trolls#ex bandmates#trolls floyd#trolls oc#hed#flea#les#liv#liv is carrying beech nuts and got a beech nut shell stuck to her sweater. explaining in case it's not clear#my art#chestnuts#fall#autumn#floyd really stands out as a pop troll in this piece. with his blue color vs everyone's more natural dulled colors#i'm so happy with the colors in this piece. and the composition and poses too. weeeee
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snow day with lily and art!
#merry's moodboards â»#first time making one eek#it snowed here for the first time this year yesterday so i got inspired lol#it never snows in the uk!!!#also you're lily's stepmom ig#older art look happy challenge go#art donaldson#challengers#challengers 2024#moodboard
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cloudtail
#warrior cats#warriors#wc#warrior cats designs#cloudtail#cloudtail wc#the prophecies begin#kittypet#thunderclan#warrior#elder#cant believe this guy is still alive#he has eyes under all that fluff btw!!!!!!#tried to make him resemble beloved siblings fern and ash. he gets the little v (presenting as a heart for ashfur) on his chest#errr cant remember whether he or mistle + snow comes first So he goes first because hes more relevant#also sorry guys i forgot about yesterday
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happy birthday to the best character ever,, baz pitch
#HAPPY BIRTHDAY BAZ!!!!!#you have no idea how much i love this mess of a person that somehow is also the most confident person ever??????#IDK WHAT TO SAY I JUST FEEL SO MUCH#so i made this drawing take it#i also made another baz drawing i posted yesterday on instagram but that one iâm gonna post tomorrow <3#ANYWAY#everybody say happy bday to the birthday boy#carry on#carry on series#baz pitch#simon snow#simon snow trilogy#simon snow series#tyrannus basilton grimm pitch#gosh his name is so silly and dramatic#digital art#art#carry on fanart#baz pitch fanart#simon snow fanart#arte#PORQUE TAMBIĂN HABLO ESPAĂOLLL HOLAAAAA#my art#i think thatâs it#you get to see this before instagram does#lucky you
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JONSA WEEK 2023 âž Fairy Tale (RED RIDING HOOD!SANSA x WOLF!JON)
#is this terribly clichĂ©? đ
also i'm sorry for the late submission i found out yesterday about the event#jonsaweek2023#snowstoneweek#events#moodboard by ria#got#tv#sansa stark#jon snow#kit harington#sophie turner#jonsa#jonsa edit#game of thrones#game of thrones edit#got edit#jonsnowedit#gotedit#jonsaedit#sansastarkedit#gameofthronesedit
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#i took the 1st pic yesterday and i happened to walk past the same place today so i took the 2nd one too#kinda depressing huh#but i like the dead of the winter vs ugly ass hell everyone awake contrast#also this demonstrases perfectly why it's so much less dark when theres snow#idk what to tag this as but enjoyy
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boy dont lie in the snow thats bad for you
#art#traditional art#sketchbook#artists on tumblr#drawing#inktober#inktober 2024#inktober24#pen drawing#ink drawing#pen and ink#black and white#winter#snow#ice#oc#oc art#oc artwork#inktober day 11#also this is the one from today not yesterday bc theone from yesterday took me too long#so i switched it up#idk whats coming out tomorrow#youll have to wait and see#also do you konw how hard is to get pictures of foliage from above#even if you put a descriptor in the search it always shows it as a branch from the side or a huge forest from like helicopter view
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found out this yearâs snow miku contest is happening yesterday while on call with my friend and then I blacked out and woke up to this being posted on the piapro site (itâs here btw)
#VOCALOID#Piapro Characters#Hatsune Miku#Snow Miku 2024#idk why I capitalized those tags so properly. what for#also this is literally the first time I drew something chibi in uhhhh. seven years. probably#kinda chose a weird corner to stuff myself in with this one here. everyone is doing seafood and here I am like#hng. vegtble#I think my thot process fully was just hey. if I pull from one single dish or just a type of food thats not a meal#scrolling thru the entry feed growing more and more outraged that some people base their whole design on just dessert. like I'm a grandma#genuinely me and cosme were browsing yesterday hmm-ing and hah-ing like we know shit lmao#the spectator sport of design. this is the exact attitude my parents get when they watch an olympic match#except I'm also dabbling. and hopefully so is cosme#well thats one time Ive done this. off the bucket list#tbh? I chose a good year to join. food is always on the mind#food is many things. mayhaps everything#okay I will. probably try and ink this page of the comic now. or I take a nap we will see#have a good nite lads! enjoy the process
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I love you wilderness survival stories. I love you breakdown of social order that gives credence to what truly matters in the face of the wild untamed and unknown. I love you exposure of colonialist imperialist and capitalist hubris and christian morality. I love you stank and stubborn bitches who absolutely refuse to fucking die against absolutely bleak and incomprehensible odds completely against the will of the horror they have witnessed at the hands of mortal men and at the hand of forces far beyond their mortal means to control. I love you. Never change gorgeous <3.
#Iâm watching the revenant#and yesterday I watched the society of the snow#you know. my brand.#I love this shit it is always a good time#honestly I completely forgot that this movie existed for a while I donât think Iâve seen it since it came out#but it is giving me fuel for western au I tell u that#also should be said that there are soooooo many survival story soundtracks that end up using a rhythmic âthumâ bit at some point#like it sounded in the revnant exactly like that bit before the tuunbaq boss fight in the terror it was uncanny
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this screenshot is so silly it looks like antonâs watching iskallâs new hermitcraft video
#not gonna finish this sketch lol#itâs from a few weeks ago and i colored it but i donât really like it#putting it out into the world for all you unhinged anton enjoyers#anton oc#doodles#also iâm so happy i have a snow day today im hopefully gonna write#but who knows i might just draw all day today like yesterday lmao#i have so many wips#brc chapter 2 is almost done tho :)
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Warm Milk
(remember this poll? I sure did! This is the original shit I was talking about! Takes place a couple of hundreds of years after the events of Crystal Springs, Into the Shadows, etc. Some context: The dimensions between planes are thinning. Rosehaven is seeping into the living world, magibeans long dead returning to the world of the livingâbut for what purpose? Not even they know...)
(enjoy!)
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Bianca padded down the stairs quietly. Eyes attuned to the dark, she trailed her fingers along the side table in the hall, gazing at the photos dotted about. Even in the lowlight, she could see how happy her daughter was in the photos she was in (laughing with Blaise, a little Jacqueline grinning in the bottom right, pointing; face pressed against those of the twins, the three of them grinning). And the ones she wasn't in (one of the twins stacked on one another, running down a beach; a candid shot of father and son caught up in a moment of laughter), Bianca could feel the love radiating from the photos.
She smiled to herself, continuing quietly down the hall. Every single bone and muscle creaked as she walked.
Bianca sighed, rubbing her lower back. I never thought I'd say this, but I do miss being dead, she thought to herself.
In Rosehaven, you didn't feel all the creaks of your bones and muscle pains and such. You felt fine. Safe. Okay. As young as you ever felt. As spry as Winter (senior) had been, despite looking as old as Bianca felt. Your body is there with you but it doesnât age or degrade. Youâre right as a flurry.
But back on this plane of existenceâŠyou felt it all and then some.
She sighed, turning into the kitchen. A light glowed above the sink. The dishes sat drying in the rack. A window was open, the sound of the wind rushing through the evergreen boroughs comforting. It was no mountain, but it was lovely regardless. It would do.
Quietly, she slid across the kitchen, pouring a glass of milk and staring at the contraption that supposedly warmed things with the click of a button. She squinted at it, rubbing her chin.
Perhaps she should wake her son-in-law? Or the grandkids? That is, the fiery ones, of course. It would be far easier for her to have them hold it for a moment rather than make the ruckus the. Contraption. Was sure to make.
She found the button to open the door. It went in with a deep crunch, the door swinging open with a loud bang that reverberated through the thing.
"Oh dear."
Straining her ears, she listened closely, hoping she hadnât woken anyone.
Snores from upstairs. The wind. A soft voice? Murmuring?
Her ear twitched. She turned slightly, towards the right.
Her eyes readjusted. The table was empty; backyard door locked. The screen door, that is. The heavy door had been pulled all the way back, letting in the cold winter air. It smelt like the mountains.
Bianca made her way over, relishing in the breeze for a moment.
The voice was clearer now. She peeked outside; nothing and no one. Eyes travelling across the table, she peered into the cozy den.
A light was on.
Her ear twitched.
"AND he let me use his HAMMER MOMMA! The HAMMER!" said a delightful voice. Just hearing it made Bianca feel such joy. She crept closer to the den, head tilted towards the sounds.
"The HAMMER?!"
It was Jacqueline who was speaking now. Excited with a hint of panic. A tone Bianca found herself recognizing easily enough.
"YEAH! Hephaestus says I'm gonna make my own bow in NO TIME!"
"That's wonderful, sweetie!" Jacqueline replied, the smile in her voice loud.
"She's been taking to the change very well," a third voice said. Smooth and chipper, a hint of tiredâbut not quite. Hearing this voice made Bianca think of her Winter, wherever he may be.
Her heart panged.
"That's good! I'm glad," Jacqueline sounded relieved. "I'm really sorry about all this, love."
"It's okay! I'm just glad you're safe! We understand, donât we, Joy?"
"Yeah! Safety is important! I learnt that today too," the childâs voice grew quiet, sounding proper chided.
"Did you now?"
"âŠyeah. I accidentally hit Hermes with a few arrows. He was a real good sport about it but I felt very bad and then Mater gave me the safety talk."
"We really should have done it sooner," the third voice spoke again.
"But! Better now than later, after she finds the lightning bolts! She was giving them the eyes earlier today."
Mater. Bianca ran the word through her mind. Greek, if she wasn't mistaken. For mother.
Jacqueline threw a hand up to her mouth, trying to mask her laughter. âOh dear.â
This is wrong, Bianca, she thought to herself. Stepping back (having made her way to the arched entrance, lurking in the shadows), she walked towards the kitchen entrance, clearing her throat before reaching the den entrance again and knocking on the sideboard.
"Jacqueline?" she asked, peeking into the room.
He granddaughter shot up, pillows flying. "Oh! Hi Bianca. Everything okay?"
"I fear I've run into a problem. The contraption that heats things up? The little one."
"The microwave?"
She nodded. "How do you use it?"
"I'll be right with you. Just give me one sec!"
"Certainly. I'll wait in the kitchen." Bowing her head, Bianca backed up, keeping to the shadows between the two entrances.
The sprite curled back up, bringing the phone right up to her nose. The little display glowed, casting a dim light onto her face. The snow was gone from her hair, Bianca noted.
"Is that her?"
"Yeah. Technology problem."
There was a delightful giggle. "Off you go to save the day! My hero. I miss you.â
"We both do, Momma!â
Jacqueline smiled. âAwh. I miss you guys too.â
âI knew it!â
The loving voice laughed. âAlrighty, Joy. Say bye to Momma. Sheâs got a something cold to save.â
Jacqueline laughed. âIt looked like it was a glass of milk.â
âSheâs got a glass of cold milk to save!â
"Okay! I love you Momma!" the child's voice was filled with so much joy, Bianca could not keep back the smile that had snuck onto her face. It was hurting her cheeks. "I miss you! I hope I get to see you soon. I got a sword lesson and I wanna make one with you."
"Awwh, Joy! That's so sweet! I'll brush up on the blacksmithing just for you, okay?"
"Okay! I love you! KISSES! MWAH!"
"KISSES! MWAH! I'll see you soon, okay?"
"Okay! Bye Momma."
âRight, off you go! Go bug your grandad for a bit.â
âO-kay! Wee!â
Jacqueline laughed, watching the child run off, Bianca presumed. She pushed her hair off her brow, snuggling into the couch cushion. "She's doing okay?"
"Sheâs thriving! And wreaking so much havoc. Thatâs why weâre on Olympus now. Jupiter had enough so weâre hanging out with my materâs side. Oh, Jacqueline, youâd be so proud! I know I am. Sheâs a hit over here!â
âGood! Good. Iâm...glad.â Jacquelineâs smile dropped. She sighed, mussing her hair once more. âIâm so sorry about all this, Donnie.â
"Awh, babe, it's okay! Youâre trying to keep us safe. We understand."
"I'll try to swing by tomorrow? If that's okay."
"Uh, duh! You're my WIFE! Why wouldnât that be okay? I love you. I always want to see you.â
"And I you," Jacqueline smiled. "I'll see you soon, brown eyes."
"Not if I see you first, blue eyes."
Bianca tuned out, giving them space. Moments later, the blankets rustled.
"I know youâre still there, Bianca.â
Bianca felt the heat rise in her cheeks. She turned the corner sheepishly. âSorry dear.â
Jacqueline smiled, leaning her head on the couch. "Sâokay.â She pat the spot beside her with a slippered foot. âCome sit!"
Bianca obliged, sinking onto the couch. Her muscles thanked her. She sighed, falling back into the cushions.
"I miss being dead.â
"You WHAT?"
"Oh, sorry, Jacqueline. Sit back! I donât mean it in a way that's concerning. I justâŠforgot how old and stiff my body was. I miss not feeling every single muscle every time I move."
"And warm milk helps with that?"
"Hmm? Oh!" she looked down at her glass of not warm milk. "Yes and no. It doesn't help my muscles. It helps my heart, though. Your grandfather said it was the cure for any ailment," she smiled fondly. "Lately I've been finding comfort in a warm glass of milk. It makes me think of him. But alas, your father went to bed before I could catch him and Lady only knows what would happen were I to wake your siblings."
"When they were younger, disasters! But now that they're older, they sleep like logs, for the most part. Just waking them up would be an impressive feat on its own!â
Bianca chuckled.
"You miss him, huh?"
"I do. And I worry for him," she admitted, bringing a fist up to her heart. "I donât know where he is, or what he's doing. I know he's on this plane. But I can'tâŠfind him. And it hurts. Everything hurts. He'd love to see this. Knowing that your mother made a lovely life for herself? He'd be delighted! She found a love as true as ours," Bianca smiled down at her hands. "That's all we ever wanted for her. And I was so terrible! Afflicting you with the shard and sending you halfway across the world. Stealing her away from her family to try and bring back mineâŠand even after everything, you've all welcomed me here."
"Bianca. I gotta be real with you. In terms of blood relatives coming back from the far past? You're not the craziest we've seen."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Uncle Pyros is like, fifty shades of messed up. That guy is WHACK. But donât tell dad I said that."
"Your secret is safe with me." Bianca sighed. "Those poor boys. I always hated being called to court. They never looked happy. Serafina was so strict; and Canicus was just as bad in other ways. I kept telling your grandfather, I said, you know, Winter, we could just snatch them up and take them home! And he'd say, he'd say, Bianca, we have our hands full with one, don't you think? Best not bring back old habits." she laughed. "We didn't, really. Your mother was a very calm child. Well. She was a child when we left; I've no idea how she was in later years, or for the rest of childhood."
Looking off into the distance, Bianca sighed.
"WellâŠfrom what I've heard, she's where we get most of our unhinged ideas from. The most chaotic of all the seasons as a kid. Still is to this day, if you ask my aunts."
"Oh, how delightful!" Bianca leaned back into the cushions, a soft smile on her face. "It's nice to see them both happy together. Your parents, that is."
"Makes you miss your hubby, huh?"
"We never did tie the knot, but yes! It does. Deeply. Achingly so, even.â
"I get it," Jacqueline wiggled against the couch, getting cozier. "I miss my wife."
That fond, loving smile was back on her face; so small and yet, filled with so much emotion.
"We did actually tie the knot. I mean, we were already referring to one another like that so we went, you know what? Frost it! May as well make it official! And then we did!" She shrugged. "The proposal went a little awry, but the wedding was nice! Especially since we found out we had a KID beforehand! Can you believe that? A whole entire KID. She was totally unplanned and I love her so much.â
âOh, and I took you away from them, didn't I?"
Jacqueline nodded. "And I couldn't even remember them, because, you know, your mirror does that fun thing where it only makes you think of bad and sad thoughts? They were so fuzzy.â
Jacqueline smiled. "Magical objects just bring out the worst in people."
"I'm so sorry, Jacqueline. Really. I would never want to take anyone away from their families. That was a pain I'll never forget. Pain enough that it drove me to do that to you and your mother when I was shard-ed, just to try and restore my own."
"Indeed."
"Why do you even HAVE that mirror?"
"Cursed artifact that came into my possession when I was young. It splinters often, and the splinters get caught up all over the place, making people see only terrible, awful things. I used it in my younger years to do some truly bad things. Much younger, of course; I haven't been that bad since meeting your grandfather. I was glad it had come with me to Rosehaven. It wouldn't cause trouble ever again, I thought.â She chuckled coldly. âI thought wrong. Seems that was the worst place for it."
She opened her hands. The mirror appeared in them, empty but for two shards.
She sighed.
A warm hand landed on her knee. Bianca looked up.
Jacqueline was smiling at her, softly. Reassuringly. "We'll find him, and we'll find the shards.â She gave her knee a little squeeze. âI know you miss him. I miss my partner in crime, too! And I know you missed mom.â
"I'm glad to get to know her again. Odd to say but. Well."
"I kinda get it." Jacqueline pulled herself up a smidgen, phone clutched close to her chest. "Donnie and I had no idea Joy existed for about three years. She was born from the joy we both felt being reunited again after the proposal. I missed her baby years! Had no idea what she was like until recently."
"Hmm. I feel we have a lot more in common than just looks," Bianca mused.
"Indeed," Jacqueline replied, in an almost dead-on impersonation of Bianca's own accent.
She laughed. "I'm sorry I took you away from your wife and child. And still am, evidently."
Jacqueline shrugged. "This whole Rosehaven thing is weird. Scary, too. And after everything that happened to me? I donât want to risk Joy. Or Donnie. She can handle herself of course, but I love her! I donât want to see her get hurt. That's why I didn't mention them. I wasn't sure if you wereâŠ"
"Safe."
"Yeah.
"Wise. My reputation is. Quite terrible, really. Especially with children."
"Yeah, maybe gramps was onto something when he said not to bring back old habits."
Bianca laughed, looking at her granddaughter with a fond smile. "I'm glad you've found love, too."
Jacqueline scooched over the pillows, leaning up against Bianca. She put her phone in front of them, the screen blinking to life to reveal a photo.
There was a very tall, very strong woman. She was blonde, her hair tied up, laurels wrapped in the strands. She was beautiful. Jacqueline stood beside her. And between them, a small child, a tad darker than Jacqueline and a tad lighter than the woman. She grinned, a tooth missing, her strawberry blonde (emphasis on the strawberry) hair pulled up as well, falling right out of the scrunchie. Behind them was a big, feathery wing; and behind the girl was a smaller set of wings, looking more like butterflies than birds.
"That's the love of my life, Donnie. Itâs short for Hedone."
"Hedone. Thatâs the Greek PantheonâŠGoddess ofâŠpleasure?"
Jacqueline flushed, nodding.
Bianca smiled. "And that's your little girl?"
"Joy. Embodiment of Joy. She's everything to me, goddess of the springs. The moment I met her, I was like, damn. I'd do ANYTHING for this kid. ANYTHING."
"I felt the same when your mother was born."
"Was she like, sick, or something?"
"Sick?"
"It's just," Jacqueline shifted, facing her grandmother with a look of placid curiosity. "I've heard that when she was born, there was something wrong? Or off, or something. Iâve only heard it offhand oh, once or twice. Nobody's ever explained it to me, and Mom doesn't even remember. So. I figured, you know, who better to ask than the person who birthed her, right?"
"Ah. Well, she wasn't sick. She was a miracle baby, though. See, I'd always wanted kids of my own. But I'd never managed to settle down with someone and have them."
"So you stole them instead?"
"Yes. And I used the mirror to do so. It's an ugly thing; it fell into my possession when I was quite young. It takes the beauty and love out of everything and makes you see only the bad. As you are, regrettably, well aware."
"You as well."
Bianca hummed. "When I finally did succeed, and the little boy's little friend came and found him, and saved him, I managed to cry the shard out of my eyes. And that's how Queen Frost found me. A pathetic, weeping mess in the highest reaches of the Nordic countries. She told me that I would find what I needed here in Crystal Springs; that it would heal the hurt. That I'd be safe. AndâŠI was. But the hurt never left. See, the shard in my heart stayed put. And whenever a child would come near my domain, I'd keep them as long as I could, just to try and thaw my icy little heart."
"Oh. That'sâŠhow am I both heartbroken and appalled?"
"I am a woman of many talents, it would seem.â Bianca laughed, the laughter trailing off with a small exhale. âIt's messy, I know. And it got messier still. Nothing worked. I was devastated; stayed up in the mountains with my storms and my lands and all that nonsense. I was there for eonsâŠuntil your Grandfather entered my life."
Jacqueline watched as Bianca softened, her face lighting up. The mirror seemed to shudder; it did not like where her memories were going. It disappeared as she looked away, awash in them.
"Was it love at first sight?"
"Ha! No. I thought him annoying and irritating and all but blew him right off my mountain. But he was like one of your brother's stray animals. He just kept coming right back! One day, I found myself not blowing him off the mountain. And then I looked forward to his visits. And then I told him about the mirror and everything and he helped me gather the pieces and seal it away. And we fell in love, and one thing led to another and we found ourselves expecting. In the traditional way. By ordibeing standards, of course."
"Oh! So Mom was the first sprite to be born instead of made?"
"Yes, and no. It was the first any pair of sprites had managed to conceive a child on purpose. Emphasis on the on purpose. The only example they had to go off of was Fate-touched, so they had no idea how reliable that experience would be compared to this one.â
âThat experience being?â
âThe Twin Princes.â
âOh! I didnât know that! I just assumed they were made the way all sprites used to be made, you know?â
âThe King and Queen tried, of course. Fate prevented it from happening like that. But it worked the other way.â Bianca shrugged. âSerafina was a rather clever warlock. She knew exactly what needed doing for a safe delivery and all, and got it done well before they were born. But your grandfather and I...â
âWouldâve had no idea, since itâs not like the monarchy shared these sorts of things. And given how sprites were made, it was probably to them like, one and done kinda deal, Iâd bet. They assumed it would never happen like that again.â
âHa! And your grandfather and I went and proved them wrong. Theyâd have hated that! They probably did.â She grinned. âAt any rate, given the circumstances, healers monitored us closely; we didn't know what to expect. A sprite had never been formed like that naturally, you know. Lady only knew what would happen. But I tried very hard not to think about that. I focused on when I could feel her move about, and making a nursery, you know. All those things you do when you're expecting."
"I donât know if I'd know that! We uh. We were NOT expecting at ALL when Joy showed up, dragging Jack Frostbitten Frost himself and Venus, goddess of frostbitten love, behind her, the three of them being pursued by the personifications of Despair and Sadness."
"Oh my."
"I know! I'd have loved to paint a nursery or have that whole build up to her arrival, but it was very sudden and violent.â She looked sheepish for a moment, running her hand through her hair and looking away. âI was very violent."
"Momma bear energy, yes?"
"Oh, big time. The moment Jack told me who she was and it all clicked and that connection was there, I just. I lost it. She's the personification of Joy, Bianca. Despair and Sadness wanted to consume her essence in the hopes that they'd feel something other than what they are."
"Oh. So you had a breakdown."
"Huge. I went feral. And in the end, as seems to be the case with this family, it was a hug that did it; Joy defeated Sadness and Despair with a hug."
"What an impressive child."
"She's so impressive. And she did that as a three-year-old. Which is HELLA impressive by sprite standards. Though she didn't quite age like a sprite? She is now, but she was aging like a human almost until she hit six. Regular six. Not six hundred."
"How old is she now?"
"Almost one hundred! I'm kinda relieved she seems to be taking after the celestial side more than the sprite side. I'm not sure I'm prepared for a century of trying to help her keep shape, followed IMMEDIATELY by a century of her keeping shape AND being a terror about it."
Bianca laughed. "The terrible two-hundreds."
"Mm. Mom and Dad say all four of us were pretty brutal, so I'm sure my kids will be no different. Sorry, I got so off topic. We were talking about Mom!"
"And then went into moms territory. Not off topic at all, sweetheart."
"But I wanna hear the rest of the story!"
Bianca laughed. "All right, all right. You donât need to lose shape about it."
Jacqueline pulled a face. She lifted a hand, the entire thing AND her arm suddenly turning into snow as she tilted her head, crossed her eyes and went "BLARGH!"
Bianca wheezed. "Okay! I'm going! Pull yourself together, young lady!"
Cackling, Jacqueline's arm solidified. She curled up, snuggling back into the couch. "Okay. I'm behaving."
"You know, I donât think you ever have."
"That's because you've been talking to Jack too much. He likes to play it up like I was the most troublesome thing around, but he definitely made it ten times worse."
"Now that I believe."
She giggled, her small smile reminding Bianca very much of a time when Winter was a child. A time well before The Call, before the repeat of her past mistakes, and before she was cast from Rosehaven for Lady knows WHAT reason.
"Bianca? You okay?"
She cleared her throat. Swallowed the emotion. Nodded. "As fine as can be, all things considered."
"We can stop if it's too much. I didn't mean to press."
"Oh! No. It's quite all right. Big feelings are big feelings. It's best we experience them. Least we steal children about it."
Jacqueline giggled.
"Where did I leave off?"
"Nursery. Prep work. That sorta thing."
"Right. WellâŠthe time came, eventually. She was ready to arrive. And arrive she did. As a pile of snow and ice. Baby shaped, but lifeless. IâŠI sobbed. I sobbed, and sobbed, Jacqueline. I was beside myself. I refused to let her go, and your grandfather, bless his soul, stood by my side the entire time, and did not try to take her away from me. He did his own research; called Mother Gaia and her daughter, Tara. They came by and brought with them a life light. The thing you are given as a freshly made sprite to give yourself a form. They gave it to us, and it turned white as snow, and your grandfather and I placed it within Winter and she came to life, with the loudest cries. Oh, I was so, so relieved."
"She was brought to life. That was the miracle."
Bianca nodded. "And she was full of life. Very silly, a little goofball just like her father. And devastatingly savage when needed, just like her mother. She was smart and keen and we loved her to bits! It broke my heart, what we did. To think, fighting to keep our home safe for our daughter ended up with us losing her. And now I have that chance again, to know her, to love herâŠbut it's been thousands of years. Thousands. Tara is far more her mother than I ever was. And my darling Winter Warlock isn't here to see any of it." Eyes downcast, Bianca looked at the cold glass of milk in her hands and sighed.
"Oh, here! Let me get that for you."
"No need, Jacqueline dear. I've got it."
Both winter sprites jumped a bit as Winter herself stepped through the archway, cloak draped over her arms. She placed it gently on the egg chair by the entrance, wiping something off of her cheek and cleared her throat. "Here. I can take it. I'll show you how the microwave works."
"Oh, it's quite all right, dear. I'm not even sure I really want it anymoreâ"
"Yes you do," both women said, in unison, in the same tone of voice. They looked at one another, giggling a little bit.
"You miss your boo thang, Bianca! Of course you'd want to indulge in something that makes you think of him!"
"I wouldn't argue with her," Winter agreed, gently taking the glass of milk out of Bianca's hands. "She's married to Cupid's successor. And has been having many sweets for the exact same reason you find yourself craving a warm glass of milk."
"Ah. I'm out numbered, it appears."
"And outwitted! Come on, up you go. Here." Winter offered her an arm. Bianca took it with a grateful look, gently prying herself out of the cushions. "Let's get those limbs of yours all warmed up."
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Bianca let her daughter lead her into the kitchen. She tried not to lean on her too terribly much, but the support wasâŠnice. They made their way to the microwave, stopping in front of it.
"The big button here opens it." Winter clicked it; there was a crunch and a low thrum and the door popped open again, the little light flickering on. "Just place the glass inside and click start a handful of times."
"A handful?"
"The number keys are preset. The one warms it for one minute, the two for two, and so on and so forth. The start button does thirty seconds which is usually all I need. Though I will admit, I donât often use this thing. Usually I bring it to Blaise."
Bianca smiled. "I'd do the same, were I you. I briefly thought about it, actually, but didnât want to wake him. He seems so stressed about this allâŠand the younger two? Goddess above. I daresay whatever would happen after waking them would be enough to send us all back to Rosehaven."
Winter laughed. "Fino and Fiera certainly are characters. They were worse in their younger years. I'm inclined to say they've mellowed out at sixteen hundred, but I'm not entirely sure I believe that. I don't think any of the four of them are capable of mellowing out, if I'm being honest."
Bianca chuckled quietly, gently closing the microwave door shut and tapping the start button three times. The noise it made nearly shook her bones; her jaw was most certainly knocking about.
"Dear me."
"Yes, it's a little loud. And a little too fancy for my tastes. But Jack was very excited about it, as was Blaise. I figured I may as well let them have their fun."
Bianca smiled.
Winter smiled back.
The microwave hummed behind them as the silence pressed on. Comfortable, but with something unspoken lingering between them as the microwave continued to tick down the seconds.
"How long were youâ"
Bianca did not get to finish her sentence. The words were cut very suddenly as Winter wrapped her arms around her torso and pulled her in, squishing her very, very tightly.
"Long enough," she said, muffled against Bianca's chest. "I'm sorry."
"No." Bianca wrapped her arms around her daughter, cupping the back of her head and tilting it towards her, kissing the very top of it. "I am."
"Goddess above, that sounded so awful, Iâ" Winter lifted her head, looking up at her mother. "I couldn't even imagine any of that happening to me and my kids. I'd be beside myself."
"I was. And still am. And even though this situation is so messed upâŠperhaps itâs selfish of me, but I'm glad. I'm glad to see you living, thrivingâ" she smiled, wiping the tears off of Winter's face with both her thumbs. "It's all we ever wanted for you."
"I'd be devastated if it were me, and Blaise wasn't by my side to see everything the kids have done."
Bianca's grip tightened. She laughed. "It hurts, yes. Oh, I love him so much. He was my everything. Is my everything. Iâ"
"WAIT, HOLD ON. GRANNY BEE."
Her breath hitched as Jacqueline came sliding out the den, phone in her hand, looking frantic in an excited way. She'd called Bianca Granny!
"Jacqueline, careful!" Winter let go of her mother and reached out, grabbing Jacqueline before she could fall forward. "You know the kitchen is slippery in those socks of yours."
"I know, I know! But I just! Granny Bee." She caught her breath. "Hey. Hi. Woah. You okay?"
She sniffled, wiping away tears. "YES. GRANNY BEE IS JUST FINE."
Winter and Jacqueline shared a look. "O-kayâŠlisten. I got an idea. I just need to ask you a few questions."
"Sure. Sure. Certainly." Another sniffle. The microwave beeped. "How can I help?"
Winter opened the microwave, passing Bianca the warmed milk. She nodded her thanks, taking a sip as Jacqueline started explaining.
"My wife. She's Cupid. Well, next in line to be Cupid. Right. Anyway, uh, because of that, she's really good at love stuff??? So HERE'S the THING. Would you say that the Winter Warlock is theâ"
"Love of my life? My soulmate in all senses of the word? Partner in crime? My person?"
Jacqueline blinked. "Yes."
"Yes. Oh, absolutely, yes. That man. He's. I justâ" her fingers tightened on her glass as she tried and failed to find the words to describe their love.
But for Jacqueline, apparently, that was enough.
She grinned, feral, whipping up her phone. "I knew it. Okay, so, I have this crazy idea. I think I know how to find him."
"What?"
"You do?"
"Yeah!" She put the phone up to her ear. "If you're okay with it, Mom. I know things have been kinda tough? I don't want to throw the other parent at you when you and Granny B are still working sleet out."
"Oh! Yes! Of course! If you're comfortable with it, Winter dear."
Winter's brow furrowed as she thought about it for a moment. "Well. I think before I know how I feel about that, we'd have to see if we even can find him first. And then, given the state you were in, BiancaâŠwhat state he's in."
"And if he has a shard in his eye, or worse, his heartâŠI shudder to think what part he'd be playing in this mess."
"Oh?"
Bianca nodded. "He was a brilliant warlock! Is a brilliant warlock. His mindâŠI believe Fiera would call him a giant nerd. Given that, and how he was like back before he met me, before he met Kris, evenâŠI both hope and fear that he knows more about what is going on than all of us."
"Then we better go frostbitten find him, eh? How do we feel about a ladies trip to Mount OlympusâŠ"
#dani writes#smile shots#cs posting#crystal springs#the rosehaven arc#that's what i'll call the musings from this set of stories lol#spoiler alert: you can blame the sprites for this mess đ€Łđ€Łđ€Ł#BUT WHAT ELSE IS NEW#this is very much not a final draft! it's like. 1.5. maybe second draft#i wanted to put more between winter and bianca bc winter overheard the conversation right?#and the way they freed bianca from the shard involved a frost family beat down and being EMOTIONALLY DESTROYED by winter herself#so winter's got a lot of FEELINGS going on and when she hears bianca tell jacqueline this story a lot of stuff falls into place#it helps that she's also a mum so. she gets it#ANYWAY they go to olympus and dite uses bianca's love for winter sr to find him#and then bianca and diteline set off to go hunt him down while winter babysits bc yeah she's only JUST come to terms with biomom#she is NOT ready to deal with biodad and would much rather cuddle her grandchild thanks#it's a fun bunch of stories! also involves pyros redemption arc and possibly patricide#and it is currently living rent free in my brain rn. HHH#anyway! figured now was as good a time as any to post!#meant to do it yesterday but didn't get around to it lol#bianca highly recommends a warm bevvy and self care for you all!! đđ#ocs#my ocs#okokok. which ocs. we got.#bianca/the snow queen#jacqueline frost#winter frost#and joy and dite of course!!!#joy frost#hedone frost
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Me walking up to nearly every South Park kid: You're so stupid and yet I love you...
#rimble ramble#south park#south park snow day#had feelings about tweek and craig and kyle while playing Snow Day yesterday#I actually wanna draw kyle#but also craig bc I neglect him so much
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At this point idk if I'll get my piece done in time for coartremix (doesn't mean I won't try) but regardless of whether or not I make the deadline I will post the results. I regret doing a full ass scene with 6 characters, why do I pick the most ambitious pieces, and I'm trying a new colouring method because that was smart on a deadline.
As a hint the piece is supposed to be sometime after AWTWB at a pub, do with that information what you will lmao
#complaining#i feel like simon; avoid my problems with food#also my friend finally finished carry on and started wayward son so ive been rereading it as well and#fuck#i knew this one was sad but having a better idea of how simon and baz felt thanks to AWTWB#it just makes it so much sadder#i didnt cry the first time i read it but i did yesterday#i love them#snowbaz#carry on#simon snow#baz pitch#rainbow rowell#simon snow trilogy#idiots in love#basilton pitch
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internet is finally working reliably but i am so sleepy. So i guess snack, nap and then asks
#the pixie speaks#honestly i'm still recovering from yesterday most likely#also they've been doing obnoxiously loud yard work all fucking day because they're leaf blowing mowing and using the stupid trimmer by the#sidewalks. it is very grating and makes it impossible to concentrate#please i need it to snow for many reasons but silencing the weekly yard work is definitely one of them
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