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You read that meme right, folks!
I made the mistake of rereading Meet The Frosts the other day, realized HOW OUT OF DATE THE PROLOGUE LORE WAS, and promptly rewrote it.
You can check THAT out on ao3 HERE
(NOT on ff dot net yet bc ya girl hasn't edited it to match lol)
OR below the cut, IN FULL! THAT'S RIGHT! I'M POSTING IT HERE, IN FULL!!! FOR EASY, QUICK REF.
ENJOY!
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It wasn't every day Mother Nature felt stressed beyond belief.
Sure, what she did was stressful. She was, after all, the matriarch of all nature, and keeping the balance of all of nature wasn't the easiest thing to do. That in itself was a lot more complex than it sounded.
Thankfully, she didn't have to do it all by herself! She had help: her four lovely daughters, the Season Sisters.
They managed themselves quite well, inter-seasonal squabbles aside. They were the seasons, after all. Their help meant the world to Mother Nature; they meant the world to her. And they loved what they did, which made Mother Nature's own workload a lot easier (and a lot of fun, to boot).
She still chipped in, of course. After all, she was Mother Nature. She loved field work!
Unfortunately for her, there were other balance-related issues she took care of as well. And with the seasons taking care of themselves, this left her with a lot more time to take care of the multitude of said issues that arose throughout the world. Issues which seemed to be growing exponentially as the years passed by.
She did what she could, of course (though a lot of the work was long term and not as instantaneous as she'd like). She'd set things in motion, monitor them, and intervene when she could, and hope for the best as she worked what she often jokingly referred to as her second job: advisor to the entirety of the magical land of Crystal Springs.
Hidden away from the prying eyes of mortals and those who would mean harm to the magical beings that inhabited it, Crystal Springs was a bastion to all magical folk from all wakes of life. Named for the healing springs at the centre of the continent, it was located out in the Arctic Sea, just west-ish of the North Pole. A good majority of your average magical folk chose to make their home there, Mother Nature included. Here they lived peacefully, hidden from mortals and looked over by Mother Nature herself.
There was a governing body, of course; made up of five governors and eight lieutenants. And they looked after their designated locales well enough. But upon their founding they'd given Mother Nature a seat on what they called the Assembly, and more often than not turned to her for reassurance, final decisions, and so on and so forth. She had power of veto and the power to appoint the governors themselves. Being omnipotent did that to a gal, she supposed. And given the duty passed on to her by her predecessor, who was given her duty by the Goddess herself, well.
Mother Nature considered all of the magibeans her people, and made sure to look after them all, on top of all her other responsibilities.
And she did it damn well.
She had a system; she had balance. Nothing was ever out of place and when it was, she and the Seasons made sure to right them as swiftly as possible.
What nobody had expected when Mother Nature's system came into being was the mischief one Jack Frost tended to cause.
A lot more frequently than anyone would expect.
Mother Nature shook her head as she left the warmth of the North Pole's kitchen. She wondered if the Council as a whole had done the right thing after Jack's latest schemes. Him staying at the North Pole for community service was definitely concerning. He was…incredibly jealous of Santa, and that was putting it mildly.
But since it was Santa that Jack had tried to upstage two-hundred and seventy three times, it was Santa's final decision, whatever action the Council chose to take against Council Member Jack Frost.
And he had chosen community service of all things.
And they had agreed to it!
And NOW she had to put all of her regular duties aside to gather two-hundred and seventy cardboard cutouts, unfreeze a volcano, send geese back to Mexico (after she warmed it up a bit first, of course), AND deal with a SNOWSTORM in the AMAZON of all places. All while her worry about Jack's sentence sizzled on the back burner!
Needless to say, it was fairly easy for her to understand how Santa was feeling this year.
"Seems you have your work cut out for you today, Mother Nature."
"Tell me about it. A tropical snowstorm! Who on Earth would ever imagine a tropical snowstorm?!"
"Evidently, Jack." Father Time cocked his head. "He's always been quite the imaginative one."
Mother Nature tried to smile. But she found it very hard to do so when the weight of the entire mess she had to clean up hit her.
Her face twitched. She didn't know where, exactly, but there was a twitch. She could feel it.
"A wise woman once told me that even Legendary Figures need to ask for help once and a while," Father Time said, tapping the side of his nose. "Perhaps now is a good time for her to take her own advice?"
"Oh, she is already thinking that exact thing. Some help would most definitely be in order."
She could ask Summer to give her a hand warming things up. Spring could talk to the geese, and Winter could move the snowstorm…of course, considering whose fault this entire mess was, perhaps it was better if she left the two warmer seasons out of this mess. Or maybe kept the coldest season in the dark? Autumn could take care of the frosty problems and Mother Nature could move the snowstorm herself...
No, no. Spring would tell her eventually if she didn't find out on her own. Or already knew, even.
Mother Nature sighed as she realized her only option.
"I'll have to go visit the Frosts."
Father Time smiled. "I assume Winter is in a talkative mood. Your visit will be about two hours and forty-four minutes. Would you like the seconds?"
"Oh, no need. I know you're always on the ball, Father Time."
The old man chuckled. "All the luck," he said with a wink, eyes twinkling as he faded into the folds of time, vanishing on the spot as silently as he had appeared by her side moments before.
"Thanks. I'm going to need it."
It wasn't long after that that she reached the outside of the Workshop. Glancing around to make sure there weren't too many elves in her area of effect, she disappeared in a flash of bright light. The snowy grounds and cheery far-off elves faded away, the tiny, colourful buildings blurring together and shifting into a gorgeous, low lit forest.
The trees around her were dense. Sunlight streamed through the branches, the ground dappled with little pinpricks of light. The trees in front of her shrouded a glowing lilac portal, the light from it casting them in a purple glow.
The entrance to the large physics-defying garden she called home in Crystal Springs.
She needed a moment.
Rubbing her temples, she stepped through the portal and into a sunny clearing. Several stone paths spiralled out around her, foliage of all sorts bordering each one. Folding her hands gently in front of her, she surveyed the paths.
Between the work to be done and what had been done and the past that was threatening to have her dwelling for the next hour, she could feel a tension headache fast approaching.
A walk around the garden was just what she needed.
A moment to ground herself; to get her thoughts in order, let the dwelling happen (if it must), and prepare her before she brought Jack's mother, and perhaps the rest of the family as well, into the mess he had made.
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Mother Nature was not a procrastinator.
It wasn't in her nature. And it wasn't that she didn't enjoy seeing Winter and her family; quite the contrary. Visiting Frost Manor was always a delight.
It wasn't the Frosts themselves that caused Mother Nature to go for a stroll in her numerous gardens. Or nearly follow the stroll with a thoughtful soak in the river that ran through her garden. That wasn't the reason she was putting off her visit.
It was the dwelling.
It had started.
And Mother Nature found herself going down the age old rabbit hole she found herself constantly going down every time she went to go visit Winter to talk about whatever it was Jack had done this time.
Sighing, she turned away from the sparkling river and headed to her greenhouse kitchen, deep in thought.
The greenhouse was large and spacious. Sunlight streamed through the windows, plants growing amongst her counters and cabinets. Spanish moss hung from the cold box, the warmth hugging her as she put on a cup of tea. She wandered outside with her cup, sitting down at her favourite bistro table on the patio alongside the greenhouse.
She loved visiting Winter. She loved seeing the life she had built for herself. She loved visiting her grandkids, and loved seeing her son-in-law outside of the workplace. It was always a treat. The Frosts were a vibrant, eccentric bunch, always on the go with something or other and more than happy to chat at length about it—the youngest two, especially.
And she hated hated hated having to visit to deliver bad news. It always made her think of the messy history that led to the season’s estrangement with her eldest child and how it just wasn’t fair. Everything that had happened wasn’t fair, and it wasn’t even her fault!
But Fate was rarely fair.
And unlike the other Fates, their Fate loved to intervene.
See, Mother Nature’s dwelling usually went like so:
She would think about how awful it was that she had to deliver this type of news to the Frosts. Then she would think about the day Jack had left. The events leading up to it. And somehow she’d find herself drifting even farther back, thinking of the events that had led to Winter and Blaise finally being free to settle down and start a family together.
She’d think of the War of Succession. The Call. The Fae War. She’d find herself going so far as to think of a time before even herself! Way back when Mother Gaia roamed the Earth, well before she had created Mother Nature!
It was said that way back then, millennia ago, there was a time when magic roamed wild throughout the world. The era of Wild Magic. Ancient history to the magibeans.
And it was where Mother Nature’s dwelling often began.
It had been peaceful, the Wild Magic Era. Until the ordinary beings (non-magical folk) started taking advantage of the magical folk. Coveting the magic they used. Trying to steal it, wield it, deal it, even. It got violent. Magibeans were getting hurt. Killed.
Until Gaia stepped in.
She had been sent by the mythical creator of the mythical beings: the Goddess herself. The Goddess had a place for them, Gaia said. A place where they’d be safe from the magic hunters, free to live; to thrive. And she intended to bring everyone to the Springs.
A large undertaking, for sure. But to her surprise, she had help.
Two bright young summer sprites, one a master of his season, the other a brilliant warlock, both well known to magibeings and ordibeings alike, had already begun gathering their fellow magibeans and bringing them to safety throughout the world.
When Gaia reached the magibeans with news of the Springs, the two of them had stepped up to bat before the bat was even invented and took charge. They helped lead hundreds of magibeans to Crystal Springs, under Gaia’s watchful eye and careful guidance. And thanks to their efforts, everyone was brought safely and securely to the Springs, magibeans completely non-existent now in the outer world.
They established their settlements. The bright young summer sprites, Canicus and Serafina, continued leading, helping everyone settle where best suited, and giving those that had helped them help everyone small groups of their own to look after, establishing various hamlets, towns, and outposts throughout the new lands. So when the time came to figure out who would lead them all as a unit (Gaia had declined the position herself before it was even brought up), it was a no brainer: Canicus and Serafina would be ideal. They’d already been doing it for a good few decades, right? May as well make it official.
The pair of sprites themselves quite agreed. So much so that they married, securing their position with one another and choosing a name for themselves as one: Frost.
And so, King and Queen Frost began their official rule over Crystal Springs. A rule that did not let up for thousands upon thousands of years. The people looked to them, and they took care of the people. They kept everyone safe, by any means necessary, and Gaia was more than happy (and quite relieved) to slow down and live her life.
She’d created a protégé, you see: Tara, a sprite like herself who, thousands of years later sat in their Garden, sipping tea, thinking all the way back to those very beginnings and how Mother Gaia had laughed at the irony of the name choice.
It suits them, though, she had told a very young Mother Nature. It’s versatile, you know. Frost is beautiful…but it’s cold. And it can be deadly.
She said many funny little things. Wise things, too. Gaia had taught Tara everything she knew and once the sprite had achieved mastery of all nature, it was time for the second part of her education: diplomacy.
Why, it was on the occasion of her first official test that Gaia had turned to her and said, it’s best we don’t dawdle, Tara dear. Procrastination isn’t in our nature, you know.
And yet here she sat, doing just that.
But on that day, they’d been summoned urgently by the monarchs because something had happened. Something severe enough to warrant an out of breath messenger to tumble through the garden and topple in front of the stone dining table, catching their breath and holding a note out to the pair of them in the middle of their dinner.
The Queen, expecting, had delivered twins.
That had been a surprise for them all.
Queen Serafina was a brilliant warlock. She was well versed in all the magical ways: new, old, lost. She could go toe to toe with the best of the best—witches, wizards, sorcerers, and fellow warlocks alike would know nothing compared to the wealth of knowledge she possessed. She was put together, and strong, and regal, and everything a queen ought to be, or so everyone said.
But when Gaia and Tara arrived that night, she was distraught. She was angry. She was a mess (childbirth and all). Canicus didn’t even get to finish his greeting when Serafina looked up at them and told them with the utmost certainty and conviction and an undercurrent of fury that she knew exactly what had happened to make her boys be just that. Her boys, plural.
Upon her marriage to Canicus, Serafina had happily left behind a jilted paramour: Fate himself.
He had been young, at the time. The youngest of all the Fates. And when Serafina had spurned him, he watched and waited and planned the perfect revenge: split the heir apparent into the heirs apparent, amongst much confusion so as to ensure that the heir apparent wouldn’t be apparent at all.
Unfortunately for Fate, King Canicus was just as bright as his Queen.
Upon seeing two boys amongst the confused medical staff he’d immediately sent for Mother Gaia, who had brought Tara along as well.
Her first official task: help the King and Queen figure out which Prince would be next in line.
No pressure for a first challenge, right?
Mother Nature took a sip of her tea, taking a moment to cradle the hot cup close to her face, letting the steam waft, tickling her pores. Just ride it out, Tara, she thought to herself. Get through the past and back to the present and then we can figure everything out.
The twins were passed over to Tara and Gaia. Sure enough, they were similar in almost every single way.
Almost.
What Tara and Gaia both picked up on after a few careful moments of scrutinization was the hair: one boy had slightly darker hair than the other one.
Relieved, the Queen named the dark-haired boy Pyros and the light-haired boy Blaise and immediately began to discuss with Canicus what would be done in terms of succession, requesting the Matriarchs of Nature stay put for the proceedings. Tara had stood dutifully beside Gaia, watching as the medical staff cleaned Serafina up, the woman nursing her boys with ease while talking business with her partner.
(It had honestly been a little impressive. The woman had just given birth to TWO babies and was already right back at her royal duties).
Many ideas were floated back and forth. Some tame, some intense. Finally, the King and Queen turned to the Matriarchs and looked at them expectantly. Well? Serafina had demanded. What do you make of it all?
And Tara had no idea why she said what she said. She didn’t think; she simply opened her mouth and the words came out, unbidden, Gaia lighting up.
Let nature take its course.
That’s my girl, Gaia had said in her head as Canicus straightened and said The bloody hell do you mean by THAT!?
Let nature take its course, she had repeated. Raise them alongside one another; don’t pick one over the other just yet. Let them grow. See who they become. One will want to rule, and the other won’t. Watch them grow and learn and become the people they were meant to be and let their nature guide you.
The King and Queen had shared a look. Canicus raised an eyebrow; Serafina nodded.
Very well.
As you wish.
And so nothing silly happened. The boys grew up together as the Twin Princes, getting along just fine and seemingly both eager to learn and grow. And as they grew and learnt and became the people they were, it was apparent that what Tara had said was just about right.
Blaise, the light haired twin, didn’t seem keen on taking the crown. And Pyros, the dark-haired twin, did. And that was all fine and good except for one tiny itty bitty problem.
See, Blaise had all the makings of a ruler. Charismatic, caring, thoughtful, if a little bit troublesome at times. Pyros, meanwhile, was the exact opposite. Thoughtful of himself and those closest to him only; keen on power, seeing how far he could go, and eschewing any and all possibilities of interacting with their people, preferring to do his duties as independently as possible. Charismatic as well, but more often than not using it for his own gain amongst fellow castors and those he took a fancy too.
So although the nature of what they wanted differed from their personal nature, Mother Nature had been right. The boys came of age, and the time came for the decision to be made.
And the King and Queen did no such thing.
They put it off, and off, and off. They tried all sorts of things to test the pair of them, seeing who would be the best fit, and never agreeing on which boy it would be. One day Serafina would say Pyros; Canicus would say Blaise. The next, Canicus would say Pyros, and Serafina would say Blaise. On and on it went, the two boys never doing well enough in both the eyes of the King and Queen. The desires of the monarchs to keep the power blinded them to any obvious solutions.
Time passed. The thirst both boys had, one for freedom, and one for power grew and grew until finally, enough was enough. It was time someone put their foot down and made a decision.
And that's just what Pyros did.
He wanted the crown. Demanded it, even. Felt he was more deserving with all the time he’d devoted to learning everything there was to learn about power. He hadn’t quit his studies. Blaise had. Who was more deserving than he, Pyros? Obviously, he was meant to rule; not Blaise, the quitter, the twin that (suddenly in his eyes) should not have been. His conquest began that first night, when he sieged and seized the castle. The King and Queen disappeared to Rosehaven; whether or not they had done it themselves, or Pyros had made them, nobody knew. Not even Blaise, who somehow managed to escape mostly unscathed with as many as the castle staff and tenants as he could that hadn’t been swayed by the likes of Pyros.
And so the War of Succession began.
The trigger moment, if you will, and in her dwelling Mother Nature most certainly would. It was very much where it all began.
Forces were amassed; fortifications made, Blaise directing armies to keep the people safe while he tried desperately to reason with the brother he was oh-so-fond of.
But it didn’t work. Nothing did. Blaise was forced to fight as Pyros made moves to take the entire continent by force, refusing peace talks of any sort, and so he did what he needed to do. The fighting raged on, Blaise gaining ground until Pyros decided to outsource, if you will, culminating in them once again being revealed to the world.
Mortals joined the ranks of Pyros’s armies, wanting power, a taste of magic for themselves. And Pyros promised them that. So his armies grew, and people—both magibeans and ordibeings alike—were taken prisoner.
But magihumans didn’t like that very much, and they joined Blaise’s ranks, and everything came to a stalemate until Pyros did the unthinkable in a last ditch effort to turn the tides fully his way and win.
He took prisoners. Prisoners near and dear to those who opposed him.
Including Mother Nature’s very own children.
She had been furious.
She still was. Just thinking about it made her tea boil all over again! Refreshing her cup with a huff, she took a moment to ground herself. To feel angry about it all once again. To remember how she’d enlisted the help of the Grand Witches, the Head Warlock, the Sorcerers—every high ranking castor who was willing to help.
But Pyros was powerful enough to rival the Head Castors just by himself.
Each time they infiltrated, they were able to grab one season. Each time they came back, it got harder and harder to extract them.
Finally, when they went back the fourth time, they were defeated. Though Mother Nature had saved Spring, Summer, and Autumn, Winter was trapped.
Her sisters were beside themselves. They explained how every time Mother Nature and her forces had arrived, Winter made them go before her. And when the Head Castors finally had a gameplan, they learnt it would take days for them to overcome the magics in place and rescue Winter (and hopefully the other hostages, as well).
And that’s when Blaise had arrived in the Garden.
She felt the anger ebb away, finally leaving her. Taking a steadying breath, she sat back down, holding the warm cup tightly in her hands, watching as her reflection in the tea smiled softly.
Blaise had come to them with a plan.
He had infiltrated his brother's fortress, and had been planting his own men inside of the stronghold for the longest time now. He would be able to bring Winter back easily, no magic necessary.
And he had.
All her Seasons home with her, Mother Nature was able to fully give Blaise her attention and support. And it was a good thing, too, because Blaise had a secret weapon: The Kringle Elves.
All the elves had kept to themselves right up until the Seasons were kidnapped. That's when they had had enough. Wanting to rule was one thing, but wanting to upset the balance and rule over nature itself? To stop the seasons from doing their thing? That’s where they had drawn the line. They’d made an alliance amongst themselves, sending their forces out into the world to keep balance as best as they can while the Kringle Elves stayed put. They reached out to Blaise. An alliance was made, and the united forces put together plans for a large attack. It was ready to go. All they needed was the support of the castors, Mother Nature, and her Seasons.
All of which who readily agreed.
The final piece in place, they were ready. Blaise worked with the leader of the Kringles to figure out the best approach for the final attack, and Winter had come up with the perfect idea to put a stop to Pyros once and for all.
They both had, actually! Accidentally. During a botched escape.
Of course, Mother Nature had thought, as the pair of them looked up at her, war torn and jaded and yet, still sheepish and so very, very young.
But it would work! They assured. The botched escape had paid off.
Then let's put an end to this nonsense, Mother Nature had said.
With Blaise's forces on the inside and outside of Pyros' base, they took the victory easily. With help from the Seasons, Pyros was cornered; Winter herself froze him in his tracks and Blaise solidified it, the Mad Prince sealed away and peace once again coming to the land.
Crystal Springs was cloaked once more. Ordibeings were fixed up and sent home. Magihumans were integrated and welcomed to the Springs. Pyros was sealed away by a group of the finest castors in all the lands, and the issue of succession was finally put to rest.
The crown would go to Blaise.
Blaise took it graciously and decided that his first and only act as King would be to abolish the monarchy, full stop.
And so he did. And with Mother Nature’s help, plans were put into motion to free the magibeans. They could come and go as they please; they would always be welcome back at home, but not forced to stay there for their own safety. Every single royal law would be read through and adjusted, fixed, or withdrawn as needed. New lines were drawn and each area was given a leading body of their own, with a governor to oversee everything and bring it back to the rest of what became known as the Assembly.
Work started almost right after the final battle. In a year, a plan had been made for the next hundred years, after which they’d refresh the Assembly and keep on keeping on.
But at home, it took all of them a lot longer to recover.
After the battle, Winter had not been herself. It took Mother Nature a few days before it clicked. The experience of the War and becoming a prisoner had done a number to the sprite. She had frozen her heart. She was still pleasant as always, kind and caring…but in an aloof, sad kind of way. She would not open her heart to anyone.
Except for Blaise.
She had thawed his heart; and in turn, he worked to thaw hers.
They were smitten with one another. Always had been. They made one another happy, and though it came up as she dwelled, Mother Nature would never say that this part of the story wasn’t fair. It was perhaps the fairest part of all. Both Blaise and Winter had been through so much, they deserved to find love with one another and be with one another and that’s exactly what happened. The night Blaise proposed, Winter thawed for the second time in her life, and they got married that very evening. Mother Nature had officiated! And it wasn’t very long after that that they had their first child: Jack.
And that's when everything went downhill.
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Well, not exactly.
Mother Nature rubbed her temples, refreshing her tea for the umpteenth time.
Her stomach was in knots. The dwelling persisted. Rain pounded on the glass of the greenhouse, thunder rolling somewhere in the garden. The plants swayed in the wind, the trees around her bending and creaking as she grabbed a cookie from the half-empty plate on the counter (a handwritten note on the plate reading xoxo Autumn and stained with grease). The snickerdoodle was still soft in the middle, fresh as they had been when they were made yesterday.
You would think, that after EVERYTHING they had been through, Blaise and Winter would’ve been able to just live their happily ever after with their brand new addition. You’d THINK. But NO. Of COURSE not. It should BE so easy.
When he had finally passed through babyhood and managed to stabilize his little form, Jack was a very bright child. He was very quick to learn and eager to expand his horizons.
But there was something…off.
It had been there since the moment he was born, and it didn’t take Mother Nature long to realize just what it was. Like his mother before him, Jack was frozen. Born as such, it seemed.
But that’s not usually how that happened. Ever.
Sprites weren’t born OR formed with hardened hearts. It was something they actively chose to do as they came into being. The reasons varied from sprite to sprite, of course. But one thing was certain: when sprites were born they were as uninhibited as the elements that powered them and that they, in turn, wielded.
Except for Jack.
He had honest to Goddess been born as frozen as could be, and to a far greater extent than Mother Nature had ever seen.
Nothing was ever enough for him. He always wanted more, and more, and more, and that more never seemed to have a limit. A goal. A stop. And end. It was constant avarice, all the time, and it was exhausting.
He was studious; learned as much as he could. So much so that when he had mastered his season, it was said that he’d broken right into the afterlife to continue to learn from the long gone magibeans residing there. As he grew into his thousands, a consistent streak of trouble was never far behind him. It seemed he was simply incapable of not causing trouble wherever he went, always trying to do more, be more, and having it immediately backfire on him. Disagreements became more and more frequent between him and his parents; between them as well, Mother Nature noted on occasion.
Sighing, she leaned on the counter, watching the rain through the windows of the greenhouse kitchen. It was like there was some kind of unbeknownst evil driving him. A strong word to use, but apt. He’d shift the scales of balance quite frequently misusing his seasonal prowess, usually on purpose. He established himself throughout the continent, then throughout the world, earning himself a mythic status and a seat on the Council of Legendary Figures.
But it still wasn’t enough.
And then shortly after he got his seat, a new guy came to town: Santa Claus.
Jack had only been in his seat for a few centuries when Kris Kringle made his deal with Saint Nicholas, and the role of Santa Claus was created to spread wonder throughout the world. It was enough to give him a seat on the Council, too, and Jack Did Not Like That and made it known. Outspoken at meetings. Trouble increasing tenfold. He seemed to be getting worse and worse, and it wasn’t until Blaise and Winter had a second child that Jack's misbehaviour came to a rolling stop.
He had just reached his two-thousands. He had the world at his feet, a Legendary Title, renown in the outside world, and did not expect to have a sibling, ever, at all.
But a sibling he got. A cute little baby sister who looked as wintry as him. She, too, was a winter sprite, much to Winter’s delight (Blaise’s too—he’d had a grand old century making the same terrible jokes about being the only summer sprite in the family so far, but was pleased as punch anyway). A fan of matching sets, Winter named her Jacqueline (Jack having a grand old century making the same well obviously you named her after moi jokes), and once she was done with babyhood and had stabilized her little form, she was never very far from her older brother.
She had been a delightful little child, and the pair were practically attached at the hip. As the years went by, somehow he’d managed to be put in charge of her spritely education. Surprisingly enough, he took to it with ease, teaching her everything he knew and then some.
In fact, Mother Nature was quite convinced that had it not been for what happened with the darkness, Jack and Jacqueline would’ve continued on this way and his frosty heart would, perhaps, have thawed eventually. How could it not with such a relentless force of joy constantly at his side? That would’ve been fair and well deserved. Jack deserved to feel the full effects of his hard work, instead of constantly wanting more. Jacqueline would’ve gotten all of the older brother she so adored.
But of course, that’s not what happened.
The rain slowed to a gentle pitter patter. It thickened; it floated softly to the ground now, shifting into snow.
The…incident with the darkness had the Council create the role of Legate within their ranks. Someone to take over their titles and continue to protect the magic each one of them was in charge of should something happen to the original. It only made sense that when this Legate Law was passed, Jack picked his then four-hundred-year-old sister to take his title should something happen to him.
Every single one of them had a Legate, with the exception of Santa. The pact between Kris and Nicholas meant that Santa’s role already had a successor ensured, excluding him from the Legate proceedings.
This only served to remind Jack of all the things he’d disliked about Santa before his sister was born. It didn't matter that Jack had a season to himself, or that he was one of the most powerful Legendaries on the Council.
It wasn't enough.
That Santa Claus had chosen Jack's season, Jack's time to shine, for his holiday and had all but erased the reputation Jack had once known. Now when it snowed, it was Santa who everyone thought of first, Christmas over winter…and Jack never liked that. He liked it even less now, knowing that he was once again getting special treatment for being Santa Claus.
His little streak of trouble came back, and now, he had a target: Santa.
Outside, the snow fell faster. The pitter patter returned, small chunks of ice hitting the glass with little tinks. Things went from bad to worse and one night after a particularly nasty incident, Blaise confronted Jack.
Needless to say, it…didn’t go well.
Jack did not hold back. He let it all out. Elements were thrown. He hurt his father, and his mother, and nearly killed his little sister, and then left, never to see his parents or sister again.
Mother Nature couldn’t even begin to imagine how they must’ve all felt.
At least they had survived. Even Jacqueline. And given the extent of her wounds…it must’ve been dicey, in the week it took for the storm to dissipate enough for Winter to break through it and rush the little girl to the Springs.
The three of them had recovered. But it had been…hard.
And they weren't quite the same after it all.
Blaise was a little more tired. Looked a little more weighed down than he used to. Jacqueline was not as exuberant as she’d been before; she was always subduing herself, Mother Nature noticed. Trying to seem smaller and not as big of a presence as she used to be. And Winter…well.
The storm outside slowed. The snow shifted, back to a gentle, melancholy flurry.
Winter had frozen her heart again.
Mother Nature sighed. Placing her empty cup down gently in the sink, she stepped back outside. She lifted a hand, swirling it around her in the air. The snowflakes came towards her, fast as could be, the clouds following until a miniature little cloud of snow hovered over her palm, snowflakes drifting down and dusting her hand in a light layer of snow.
“Off you go, now. Go find a nice little suburb and do your thing.”
The mini snowstorm wrapped itself up into a tiny, little snowball as Mother Nature launched it. It soared away, already drawn to several suburbs that could use a good flurry. Mother Nature watched it go, tilting her face up and closing her eyes as the sun came back, the temperature warming up.
Things were different for the Frosts after everything went down.
They’d gotten back to their usual selves, of course. Nothing like a rambunctious teenager and two new summer sprites to get you back in the game. But there had always been something a little different and it simply wasn’t fair and THAT’S why she tried to avoid the business visits as MUCH as she could. She HATED visiting for Jack-related reasons. She’d much rather today be a regular run of the mill visit. A little catch-up, like yesterday’s coffee date with Autumn and tomorrow’s lunch date with Spring.
It simply wasn’t fair.
But then again, Fate never really was fair, was he?
“You got that right, Momma Nat.”
“Oh, for the love of—could you not do that? In my own home?”
Humourless laughter floated in on the breeze, the winds changing and getting colder. The laughter grew louder as a cloaked figure appeared on the seat across from the one she had vacated, the smoke surrounding him making it seem as though he flickered in and out of existence.
"Hey earth lady. You’re the one broadcasting your thoughts all over the place. I’m just doing my job.”
Mother Nature opened her eyes. “Which is what, remind me again? To annoy me? Mess with my family on purpose?”
He opened his hands in a sort of half shrug. “I unwind as I will, Nat. Have a seat! More tea? Fourth cup’s a charm!”
Mother Nature frowned, carelessly waving her hand. A stronger than necessary wind blew, the hood falling back to reveal milky grey eyes and tied back dark hair.
"What are you doing here? I have a lot to do."
“Really now? Huh.” He sat back in his chair, feigning surprise. “I never would’ve guessed. I thought it was tea time.”
Twirling his hand, Fate conjured a cup for himself. Throwing one leg over the other, he sipped it, smacking his lips and making a very big show of the whole thing.
“Mm. Delicious.”
Mother Nature could feel her face twitching again. She huffed, marching to the bistro table and sitting down directly across from him as strictly and regally as she could muster while trying her best to not show her very obvious annoyance. She glared, hard enough to freeze the table. Fate was one of the only immortals who really got on Mother Nature's nerves. He was so hard to be around!
���You are so easy to rile up, did you know that?” chuckling, he settled back into his chair, waving away the cup. “Taunting and teasing aside, I am here for a reason, you know.”
“Other than to bother me?”
“Believe it or not, yes! You go through this every time Frost does something, did you know that? The same train of thought each. And. Every. Time."
“I am aware. That’s very state-the-obvious of you. Where are the riddles? The rhymes?”
“Ah, I'm over them. Direct is best, or at least, that's my modus operandi these days. The other fates aren’t fans, either.”
“I wonder why. Something, something, directly interfering instead of watching and weaving and sniping and such?”
“What can I say? I’m hands in, not hands on. Besides, I’m not one single path. Fate is multiple paths, they can go anywhere and everywhere and what happens is up to you. Or at least, it should be. Miss me with that threads shit.”
“And I suppose, given the past, you’re an exception to that rule.”
“Yes.”
“Mm. That’s what I thought.”
“Snippy today, aren’t we? Pre El Niño?”
Mother Nature made a low sound in her throat.
“Right, crossed a line; bad joke. I get it! My bad.” He held up both hands in front of him, in a tiny show of surrender. “I'll get to it then."
"Please do."
"I am here today to tell you that you…are right.”
Mother Nature hummed happily.
“Yeah, yeah, enjoy it while you can, Earth Lady. Look, here’s the thing. Every time Frost does something that causes you to visit the family, you are fated to have the same train of thought and redirect it all to me. And unfortunately, you are right, Tara.” He shifted forward in his seat. “See, we all make mistakes in our youth and not all of us recognize that and come to terms with it. But some do.”
“Oh, and this suddenly includes you?”
“Yes.”
For once, Fate sounded earnest. He recrossed his legs, cloak drifting around them as he looked up and off into the distance.
“Hmm. Good to know.”
“You sound unconvinced.”
“Can you blame me?”
“Nah.”
Mother Nature was pleasantly surprised. She blinked, her posture relaxing as she watched the fate closely. He uncrossed his legs, waving his hand. The tea cup came back, steam still wafting off the top.
“Hmm. Good to know.”
“Things will be changing this year though, Earth Lady, and that's why I'm here." He leaned forward across the table, almost touching noses with Mother Nature. "In order to rectify everything, you need to go visit the Frosts. Yet you sit here dallying. I’d say, you know, tit, tit, Momma G would not approve, but! Given her “rush” over to the palace the night the Princes were born…well, I think we both know that’s not quite correct.”
“Their messenger interrupted our dinner, Fate. Gaia wasn’t about to go on the clock on an empty stomach, and nor would she want me to do the same.”
“No, I’m not complaining! I appreciated it! The two of ‘em were so annoyed.”
“Mostly at you.”
“Well, when you learn someone never actually loved you, you can do crazy things.” He let go of the teacup. It floated beside him in mid-air. “Anyway, that’s why I’m here right now! I did a…fair amount of crazy things. BUT. The threads have all lined up and led us here.” He tapped the table top with his index fingers, leaning forward. “See, I did the whole Fate-thread-watching-thing and I have great news.” He grinned, wiggling in his seat. “All the threads are leading up to have this whole thing wrapped up with a neat little bow, but it all rides on you going to visit your Frosts."
He leaned back again, the floating teacup making its way back to his outstretched hand as he took a big, undignified slurp.
“Well, lucky for you, I'm afraid tea time has been significantly ruined for me.” Mother Nature stood up, glaring at Fate. “I'll be more than happy to take my leave now. Don’t be here when I get back.”
Not waiting for a reply, Mother Nature popped off in a brighter than usual golden glow, ignoring Fate’s cackling as she faded away. He settled in, sipping his tea and enjoying the sights of the garden.
The singular thread he had followed here split.
He smiled, content. Good. Things were back on track now. Multiple possibilities, all making their way towards the same end goal: fixing the mess he had made thousands upon thousands of years before. The players in place. Their choices theirs. And all he'd had to do was antagonize Tara.
Easy-peasy.
He could only hope the rest of the pieces would fall into place as easily as this one had.
That's all any of them could do, really.
Finishing off his tea, Fate disappeared from his spot, the garden left in peace once more.
#dani writes#meet the frosts#crystal springs#cs posting#i think i'll keep it outta the tag for now lmao#i've been spamming up the category with all SORTS of crossposting huehuehue#cs lore#crystal springs lore#man. why are emoji line breaks so FUN lmao#bit of a random assortment but YOLO!#anyway. you know that line where b&w tell mn about the botched escape and they look so sheepish but hopeful but young and war torn?#it's doubly funny AND painful if you keep in mind that they were BOTH frozen at this point#so you just have this cool. cold. sad snowy woman and this fiery sooty haired man looking up at mn like SO IT DIDN'T GO ACCORDING TO PLAN#BUT TADA! WE GOT INFO! :D#they were like. late teens early twenties for the ding dang succession war yall#BABIES#i think about that a lot#anyway. enough tag rambling for me lol
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“We’ve both changed a lot… some more than others.” “Yeah, one has an appendix one doesn’t.”
#i can’t believe it’s gotten to the stage that i’m making carlando edits what have i become#i’ve just been deprived of lando fun teammate content (not against oscar actually against mclaren since they’re not giving me fun vids)#and landos always so giggly around carlos#i’m thinking of making a pairing edit for them because they have so much lore#but i have so many edits i wasn’t to make so we will see#lando norris#ln#carlos sainz#cs#f1#formula 1#my edits
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DCA Promptober Day 8: Trouble
woAH WhATs THIs DoINg HeRE??? Well I mean, it does have Sunhinged in it, so it's still matching the theme
Word count: 994
Content Warning: suggestive themes, lots of smoochin and the likes
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You know, you may not be the most well-traveled individual, but you'd argue you had your fair share of experience when it came to good places to make out. Bedrooms, cars, rooftops, dark corners of house parties, and so on.
Admittedly, a supply closet was a first for you.
You think the added factor of being the Daycare's supply closet should also count for something.
You were also making out with a robot, but that didn't get you points in the location category. Maybe in a whole hell of a lot of others though. Wow. Man, if the rest of the security team finds out about this they're never going to let you live it down. You think your co-occupant of the closet, might have similar beliefs.
"Friend~ you're gonna get us in trouble," Sun warns, though it's more a statement than a warning. You almost think he doesn't care at this point.
Good. Though, you can't let him get by with that statement.
You break your latest kiss, putting a hand under his chin, smirk on your lips, "Sun, I don't think you're in anyway the one who has the right to say that. Especially not with how loud those fans of yours are."
"Well, they wouldn't be so loud if you weren't so, particular, Starlight," His words are in that usual cheerful tone but there's an edge to them.
"Particular?"
He nods once, "You seem to be so utterly determined to mark up my face with those, truthfully, pretty pretty lips of yours, and I have no choice but to return the favor."
"Sun," You coo.
"Friend."
Your fingers wrap around one of his rays before sharply pulling his face down to yours, "You're the one that dragged me in here in the first place."
And to your credit, you hadn't been expecting him to either. You'd been doing your usual patrol for this time of night, when all of the sudden you'd found yourself among the throughs of craft supplies.
You weren't exactly complaining about the situation you then found yourself in. Haveing been quickly lifted up to eye level, hands gripping your waist to help sit you on the shelf you were currently on. Hands which were still wandering your abdomen, having found access under your shirt and greedily soaking up the contact with your skin. Again, you weren't complaining.
"Did I?" He tilts his head, one hand coming up to cup your cheek, thumb pressing down on your lower lip. Inspecting, scrutinizing. It makes you scoff internally.
"Mhm."
You feel him press down just a tad harder, "I'm afraid I don't recall such a thing. Are you sure you're feeling alright, friend?"
"Friend is a bold expression for someone you've been playing tonsil hockey with for the past ten minutes, Sunny," You pull back, wiping your mouth.
He's not impressed by your idiom, "Do you have to use such crude language?"
"Do you have to be so formal?"
He chuckles, "It's a force of habit, Sweetheart. But if it hurt your feelings I'm so very sorry for that."
"Oh I'm sure you-" There's a noise that starts to crackle to life. Your radio. Shit.
"Hey, anybody been by the Daycare in a bit?"
You wait, hushing Sun when he starts to speak up.
"Do something about your fans," You hiss.
His rays spin, "It's not something I have total control over, Sunshine."
Someone else answers, "Yeah, think ------- was supposed to swing by. All clear over there?"
Well now you don't have a choice, unless you want to risk someone walking over here and finding, this.
You pray no one can hear the background noise surrounding you, "Yeah, all good. The Attendant wanted to show me some drawings. You know how he is," You can feel the irritation radiating off of him at that comment, you continue, "I'll be heading back in a few."
"Ten four."
The walkie stays dead after that.
You relax with a sigh, "Christ."
"And thus you've proven my point," Sun says, matter of factly.
You scoff, "Sure."
"If you weren't so insatiable, you might be on your way by now."
You call bullshit on that one. You could make up any excuse on the spot and the other guards would buy it. No one at this place cared that much. Your timing isn't the problem at all.
Rather, it's the issue of a closed supply closet having a very noticeable light on, which multiple times has caused curious eyes to come wandering closer. Leading to almost getting caught more than you'd ever like.
You say as much.
"If you didn't insist on keeping the light on, we might be a little better off," You nod up to the dingy bulb, twirling the string around your finger for emphasis, "What's the matter, think the dimness isn't enough for you-"
Sun snatches your wrist, leering closer, "Lights. On."
You stare at each other; your eyes having widened just a fraction. His expression of course being essentially immobile save for maybe a twitch in one eye you might've imagined. You could never tell if you were just making it up when it seemed his eyes moved.
His rays tick to one side. He's waiting.
"Heard," You relent, and in doing so he releases you.
There's a sharpness to his tone, you can't quite place it, "Wonderful."
You wait a moment.
"Is that an all clear to continue or...?"
"You really need to get better about these things," Sun's hand rests on your cheek again with a sigh, "Your attractiveness just barely trumps your ability to kill the mood."
"And yet, here you are," You simper.
A click, he leans in closer, "That wasn't merely a suggestion."
"I know," You tip your head up, "But you're gonna have to do better than that. Tick, tock. Unless you really want to risk getting in trouble."
Knowing him, he can't resist that kind of challenge.
All the better for you.
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You know, there was a fic like this once, and when I checked in on the sb fandom a year ago I found it was gone and that is part of the reason why Confused Spirit exists, shoutout to that author, you brain is/was massive, my other promtobers are here btw. They're not suggestive but some of them do have Sunhinged <3
edit: woke up in a cold sweat bc I realized that this was missing the first two paragraphs, if you saw it before the fix I’m so sorry 😭😭 anywho goodnight it is like 2 in the morning lmaooo
#I've been keeping the robots from y'all in CS#here's what's in store when you DO get to smooch them#ignore this tag you do NOT see this#I can't admit to actually letting you kiss them it ruins my evil villian lore of keeping them from you all forever#okay I'm eepy now goodnightttt#dcatober24#fnaf dca#dca fandom#fnaf daycare attendant#fnaf sun#dca fic#x reader
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wip posting just to get something out there, and it's def a mixed bag!! the only thing more inconsistent than my posting schedule is my art style RIP
#wip#yapping below#1. sinnohtrio group pic where nothing bad has happened yet... dedicated sinnoh post coming soon#2. personalizing dawn and lyra's togekisses with different coloring and markings based on region. there's lyra's omelette :]#3. timeskip red and leaf except it's just pikachu#4. top left is all the assets i made for my cs final project! a little cherrim themed browser game#then there's sprites for my champion dawn; cool concept methinks but it's definitely a work in progress. peep the giratina hairclips#some vaugely lugia/ho-oh inspired protag ideas for a hgss sequel#anddd a bunch of background doodles. goldenrod flower shop and a very saturated mt. silver#in timeskip there shall be a proper town at mt. silver's base to officially bridge kanto and johto (and make lyra's work commute easier)#5-7 is me spitballing ideas abt pokemon biology#dratini & dragonair are forever sea snakes to me!!! though i do enjoy the amphibian interpretations#also i didn't know dragonite island was already a thing from pokeani... rip wyverse dragon master lore#i think crobat looks goofy no matter how you stylize it. silver and his big bumbling bat that insists on grooming its trainer. so unserious#there's a togekiss page too but then i remembered egg groups are a thing so i'm revising parts of it#i spent so long trying to come up with a reasonable wing-to-body ratio for togekiss and crobat. literally useless when dragonite can#apparently fly around the globe in 16 hours. are you Kidding me. dragons weren't even merging with jet planes until gen 3.#OK that is all. sorry for the lack of uploads wah#i'm like a ferret hoarding all my doodles until the quantity > quality lever switches in my brain to give the 👍 to post#i did made a spam blog but who knows if i'll actually post on there lol! probably for non-pkmn related stuff
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I love love your recent comic about JJ and pepper, will JJ ever realize his feelings for pepper?? Oh and JJ and pepper really remind me of jonathan and dio, i even thought they were their fursonas at first 🤧
I DON'T THINK, I CAN ANSWER THAT
pepper and JJ's "romance problems" arn't really importent current lorewise, and whatever related to it will happen AFTER the "fish market" lore so i will keep quiet for now 🤫
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also (the main reason why im answering this question), OH BOY DO I HAVE A STORY ABOUT THAT
OK SO, jj looks like jonathan from JJBA cause...design wise, he have went through the jonathan kinsona phase
i had JJ (originaly named "piper") since 2019, and between the time he have went through a LOT of design changes
i should mention that at time time, he has been a part of a [specific CS] * i will not adress them in name as i've left the species with a bad taste in my mouth and do not want to be involved with them again
around 2020 when i was INSANLY into JJBA, i found out there was a "jjba (CS)kinsona gang" chat within the species group, and while talking with some people there, i was like "haha won't it funny if i redesign my guy into a jojo character that'll be insane" and i did just that
sadly the small group kinda crumbled cause CS is all about trading and most of the "kinsona characters" got traded and redesigned 😔 i still kept JJ intending to redesign em again.
then, in 2021 when i had beef with the said [CS] and decided to leave, i sold out most of my said CS characters, but kept JJ due to sm fond memorys on him
but i didn't want him to keep being just a "jonathan kinsona". so after a species change, giving new lore and doing bunch of redesigns, the JJ we all currently know was born into the world
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while being redesigned to his current looks, i put a lot of his previous design+ his cousin(shark)'s design elements and i feel like he turned out pretty well
definatly still have a sort of a resemblence, but different just enough 🤌
it actually seperates the characters more in his outgrows neck/back fluff ver, but (for now) he likes to keep it clean
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pepper is also a pretty similar story
his OG design was based on speedwagon and when in my JJBA CS phase i was like "wait, wasn't there a SW inspired design??" and managed to grab em
however i don't think he gets the same recognition as JJ cause
i actually don't think his OG design resembles the character that much
i officially got him (ended my trade) when the said "JJBA CS gang" started to crumble, so i almost immidetly did a 180 on his design and used him for different lore purposes
people tend to skip part 1 so they have no idea who speedwagon is (😭)
and considering how i NEVER get comments on his connection with him but constently hear about how he look like
• dio (part 1)
• DIO (part 3)
• striker (helluvaboss)
i think i've done a pretty good job on his redesign 😂💅
#ask#actually so glad i didn't get rid of these two in the said CS purge cause when achii stepped into the lore evenyrthing just clicked like 🤌#i would appreciate if people to not compare the metioned characters with them please 🙏 didn't went through all that for nothing
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New au called miseryfell where it's like horrorfell but instead of horror it's more based off of like, scary fiction books
Also it's just Like That, it didn't start off like a "typical" uf first
Actually maybe I'll just make it a Tale n then make a fell based off of that...
#undyne exclusively lurks in the water but waterfall is heavily flooded so she can Get You almost anywhere#the brothers wear masks and whisper#Toriel's mouth is always bleeding and Asgore's eyes [REDACTED]#sooo many AUs in my head#so many#the human isn't frisk but they're involved in the lore#cs auroras
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(Book of Hours spoilers) hey, my boy is back! Still can't catch a break but at least he's gotten a promotion and a new hat
#connie lee also showed up previously (my beloved)#I also love that DI stands for “detective-illuminate” in CS lore#book of hours#cultist simulator
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CSOW DAY 1: INTRODUCTION
First day of CSOW!! @carmensandiego-ocweek
Some of my works may be posted late because I am SUPER busy with school, but I shall still try to post. Enjoy!
#carmen sandiego#self insert#deathbeat#carmen sandiego netflix#carmen sandiego 2019#oc#carmen sandeigo 2019#vilesona#somewhat lore#cs oc#CSOW
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diversity win! this witch is bi... lingual?
#anise#murasaki#my ocs#scribblins#because i feel like dumping some worldbuilding:#witches don't really 'do' sexuality the way humans do#because their cultural understanding of gender/presentation is a lot different#tldr ambiguity and neutrality is the default and the specifics of someone's gender are none of your business#unless your relationship with the person requires you to know or they trust you#to the point where even asking for someone's pronouns is considered rude (you're expected to use neutral terms by default)#and even past that they don't have a perception of binary male/female or cis vs trans#you are what you id as and whether or not that's your 'birth' sex is irrelevant (most witches are a little gender fluid anyway)#anyway all this to say is that for anise being bi (or at least the same sentiment) is like... the default in witch culture#but in human culture while it's accepted it's still not the norm#and she's aware of that but knows she doesn't quite understand the full extent of how it's viewed#(hence her anxiety at telling mura)#wow i think this is the most oc lore i've shared publicly for a long time huh#to clarify... this has nothing to do with cs it's original verse stuff#the lines between my fan ocs and my actual ocs are extremely blurred do not ask me how it works
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAMIEN!!!!! IDK SHIT ABT U BUT UOURE COOL!!!!!! I did two versions of his hair cut I had to refs to go off of
ill try and draw hi. properly soon guys I swear, I'm js sick rn 😔
@the-cs-oc-archives LOOK ITS YOUR BOY
#totes didn't conspire to post this at the same time with a certain someone....#ANYWAYS I LOVE THIS GUY.!!! I want his lore NEOW#carmen sandiego#cs oc#oc#my art#art#digital art#artists on tumblr#— Mo-art!.#carmen sandiego ocs#carmen sandiego oc#carmen sandeigo 2019#carmen sandiego 2019#carmen sandeigo netflix
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#evolxe gda#dragons#askblog#digital art#oc#web comic#fantasy novel#webseries#open species#dragon species#original species#dragon comic#creature#creature design#interactive species#original character#oc lore#world building#closed species#cs#interactive comic#choose your own adventure#zevolx#feywing griphs#feywing#fllurrie#sieane
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Hello, hey, dropping in with a query.
Since CS has officially concluded (congrats by the way!) I wanna ask about your own interpretation of Mother Nature.
She is absolutely my girl, I adore her, queen, but I wanna know how exactly she fits into the CS world structure. How does she keep looking so young when everyone else ages normally? What was her relationship to Mother Gaia? What kind of magical creature is she and was mother Gaia also the same kind? How does she fit into the government structure? HOW IS SHE SO TALL???
Idk, she's been on my mind a lot and I'm assuming we'll know a bit more about all that at some point but I can't wait that long lol
Thank you!! You know, it's so funny, bc while I was oot and aboot yesterday/Friday I was like "I can take a breather from writing, just focus on other things--" and not 24 hours later I had the Into the Shadows plotting doc open, as I finally figured out what happens in Chapter 7 🫠🫠
I WILL NEVER KNOW PEACE! But what can I say, I love this world and I love writing. Shit's FUN
ANYWAY. YOUR QUERY MY GOOD FRIEND. I COME WITH ANSWERS IN POINT FORM NOTES
It's all kinda rough tbh??? More like scattery thoughts if anything but HERE YOU GO! HAVE SOME CS LORE!
Okay okay so Mother Gaia was essentially the personification of ALL nature, and as such, could wield all Nature :) She looks like a sprite, tho, and for all intents and purposes would call herself a sprite--same with Mother Nature
This also checks out bc in CS, sprites are specifically fae who can control weather/nature/the elements! :)
Gaia was the Goddess's connection to the people, and got a little lonely when the Goddess was like "everyone is safe, things are going well, take it easy, Gaia!" so, she created a companion. A fellow personification of nature that she named Tara, who could do everything she could do
The Goddess gave her a light life, which is like a little ball of life that brings things to life (I am soo creative at naming things I swear) and Gaia used it to give Tara, well. life!
So, Mother Gaia was in all senses of the word, Mother Nature's Mother! Tara called her Mother and meant it in all the ways :)
Gaia trained her, raised her, loved her very very much and eventually started training her to take her own place one day
And that day came faster than expected for Tara when Mother Gaia fucking SNAPPED mid fae war and scorched the land to stop the fighting, in a stretch that has since NEVER GROWN BACK. It's known as the scar. Autumn lives close to it in modern-day CS.
Once that happened, Gaia was like APPALLED. She'd been just as bad as the fae fighting over who was best, using her powers for what she wasn't meant to use her powers for: hurting the Earth
She was beside herself; went to go talk to the Goddess and was gone for DAYS. All the fighting stopped, tho!
Then she and the Goddess came up with Rosehaven and the Call, and Gaia went with the old fae during the Call, leaving Tara to be the Next Mother Gaia
And she chose the title Mother Nature and here we are!
SO. In modern day CS, she is: the connection to the goddess for the magibeans, if they need her to be; guards the magic of creation/life/balance??? (a system I'm still trying to figure out lol, I'll have to dig up those notes at some point), and heads the Council with Father Time.
She's on the Assembly because when it was formed NOBODY felt right not having her on there, so she's kind of like. She's the approver of decisions lol. She lets them do their thing but if they ever come to an impasse they turn to her, and her word is essentially law
That's sort of why when the Twin Princes were born she was called to choose who'd rule next! Well, Gaia was, but Gaia left the decision to Tara as they were at That Point in training: POLITICS. If magibeans had an issue that couldn't be solved amongst themselves OR by the royals, MN/MG would be called upon and what she'd say, GOES
Which left for a lot of last minute swerves bc Gaia was clever and MN is just as clever. See: that story about the two people fighting over the chicken???? I forget what it was, anyway, the person presiding went CUT IT IN HALF and one was like okay cool! And the other was like SOB NO MY CHICKEN and the person deciding was like GOT EM LOL. That sorta shit.
In the event of an emergency, Mother Nature and the CS Governor (so Blaise since this mans just can't seem to lose an election, and he has TRIED some years) become de facto co-rulers and both have to agree on decisions before acting on them. This would be like. In a nasty war or like. end of the world circumstance kinda thing
SO YEAH SHE'S BASICALLY JUST THE HEAD BITCH IN CHARGE. KEEPS MOTHER FUCKERS IN LINE. WILL TELL PEOPLE IF WHAT THEY WANNA DO IS STUPID. ALSO, CONTROLS ALL NATURE AND KEEPS THE SEASONS GOING AND THE LIKE.
Why is she so young looking compared to everyone else? Well, if you asked her, she'd say you're only as old as you feel and offer no explanation. In terms of height, she'd look at you quizzically and go "Why not?" and that'd be her answer
this is Dani for "bc she can choose how to present herself and that's how she chooses too!"
kinda like Steven's gem reacting to his mindset sort of thing.
and also, tall Mother Nature just fucking SLAPS. She SHOULD be tall as FUCK! I subscribe to that! I LOVE tall MN. EVERYONE looks up to her--quite literally!
Except for like giants and trolls and other very tall magibeans and folklore creatures and the like 🤭🤭🤭
Hopefully I got all your questions! Thank you for asking! I LOVE thinking of early CS lore, it's so FUN and Mother Nature is one of my FAVES. I get so ragey in tsc fics where's she's written as a HUGE MEANER, super angry, etc etc and even borderline villain? GOD. I JUST. SHE'S A BADASS AND VERY SWEET AND EVERYONE FORGETS THE SWEET BIT!!! SHE WAS SO KIND TO SANTA AND THE OTHER LEGENDS IN THE MOVIES AND EVEN WHEN JACK WAS JACKING ABOUT, SHE WAS GENTLY CHIDING HIM!!!!!!! FUCK MAN! I'M GONNA EXPLODE JUST THINKING OF BAD MN CHARACTERIZATION! AH!
Please excuse the rant and uh, enjoy the heckin answer 😅😅😅
#dani answers#alpharra#cs lore#ask box shenanigans#crystal springs#and i GUESS i'll tag it as#tsc#as well. but not the full tag; this is way more cs lore than it is fanlore tbh lol#there's also two types of sprites! seasonal sprites and elemental sprites#the seasons and the frosts are all seasonal sprites--they have the whole entire season at their fingertips#elemental sprites are more like benders--can manipulate water or ice or fire or rocks/earth or make plants grow#i've got a lot going on in this big ol world i've found myself in lmao#ANYWAY THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!! I LOVE ASKS! ASKS ARE MY FAVOURITE! ESPECIALLY ONES THAT DETAIL ALL THE LORE FOR CS!!#CS ADJACENT ASKS IN GENERAL! AH!#i actually have a lil story planned that's about half (re) written that introduces the call and light lifes and how the seasons came to be#maybe I'll square it up and post it this summer!! :)#long post#sorry for the lack of read more i didn't know where it would best fit without breaking up the text#APOLOGIES TO YOUR DASHES
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Did You Know: Carlos Sainz has a personalised protective cup. which bears his driver number. his last name. an inscription reading “BIG COJONES”. and a crossed out picture of Daniel Ricciardo’s face.
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Otter Man / Moose Boy Headcanons
I think it’s weird that Otter and Moose only got one episode, which leads me to believe they aren’t proper VILE agents. Before we get into that however i have some headcanons for their backgrounds;
• Otter and Moose are cousins, their real names are Otto and Sven.
• Otter’s mother died from an illness when he was still young, so he moved in with Moose’s family. They’re probably really close due to that, and consider eachother more brothers than cousins.
• Moose also probably both accidentally and purposefully helped a lot with Otter’s grief, which i think would bring the two together despite their quite opposite personalities. I think even though Otter acts annoyed having to put up with him all the time, he’s not really mad at Moose.
• Otter also never knew his father, and does not wish to find him.
Okay back to the reason i think that they’re not proper VILE agents..
• They only appear for one episode, and are never mentioned throughout any other episodes other than the Stockholm Syndrome Caper
• Stealing launch codes and selling them to someone doesn’t require a lot of training i wouldn’t think (well maybe they’d fight security, but i don’t think they’d need training since Moose is already really strong)
• They don’t get little introduction cards whereas every other agent does, even if they’re only mentioned in one episode (e.g The Mechanic and The Driver) and don’t show up on that screen in the last episode of VILE agents.
• Carmen states in their episode that she’s struggling to work out who the VILE operatives are. You’d think that she should be able to know, since she grew up in vile academy and should be able to recognise all students??
• I headcanon that their actual profession is ice sculpting. I think this because, how the hell would they acquire an ice tomte and put the data crystal in it without making it themselves?
So to go with what i said previously, i think that Otter and Moose are just two ice sculptors looking for extra money or something like that, then being hired by VILE for a one-off job and then failing (and quite miserably at that. D: )
We need more Moose and Otter appreciation in this world 😿
#carmen sandiego#cs#carmen sandeigo 2019#otter man#otter man cs#moose boy#moose boy cs#headcanon#lore
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what compelled me to rewatch the star wars prequels. 12 minutes into the first film and i have no idea what's going on (i've watched this film several times, unfortunately) and i'm so fed up. going to throw hands with jar jar binks.
#to everyone who analyzes these films: WHAT#HOW#😭😭😭#ceri talks ₊˚ෆ#𝜗𝜚 ceri lore#i've had to skip so much cs i'm cringing#just want padme 😖#and obi wan 😋#and anakin eventually#star wars#star wars prequels
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