#heat miser minions

[doughbrainer]

YIPPEE!!! Part 7!!!! Sorry This Part Was Shorter Then Usual, I Was Really Forcing Myself With Art To Get This Out. Hope It's Good Enough, Sorry I Made You All Wait So Long.

[katkalis-the-fanartist]

Bigger entities having minions that look similar to them is one of my favorite things

and all of these are SO DAMN CUTE-

[elements-of-harmony]

Psst. Does Snow/Heat miser give piggyback rides to their minions?

"Phffffft where's the fun in that? If the boys need a leg up they know they can ask but sliding across the ice like a pro is for the REAL ones haha!"

"My workers don't get paid to sit around on my back like baby apes"

[doughbrainer]

Cutie Patooties

Screams again

I’m very happy with this :3 

[cityofmeliora]

transcript: The Summoning + Sister Imperator's speeches

in chronological order:

LINCOPIA, OTROGOTHIA MAY 20, 2015 SISTER IMPERATOR: Brothers and Sisters, you know why you are here tonight. This Ministry is now seven years into The Ghost Project. Seven long years of work. Two Papas, two albums, one gold. These are indeed some respectable numbers, but let me give you some others. Churches opened: zero. Governments toppled: zero. World leaders converted to the cause: zero. You call yourselves salesmen? Masterminds? You have done shit! And don't blame the music. The music is the very manifestation of His Dark Majesty. And don't blame this fine merchandise! It's a disgrace! Papa 2 has been let go. He is a miserable, wounded, and bitter old man, and he is washed up! But let's look forward now. This is a new piece of music. And these are your new masks. And this is Papa 2's brother. He is a full 3 months younger. This man will take the band further than any of us could ever have imagined. I present to you now… Papa Emeritus III! The Summoning (part 1)

LINCOPIA, OTROGOTHIA AUGUST 10, 2015 The clergy has convened. The time for invocation has come. SISTER IMPERATOR: Brothers and Sisters, I realize the difficulty to get this message to you. It has become more dangerous than ever before to speak aloud our dark truths. But do not be dismayed. Papa Emeritus III knows of your commitment. But he needs more from you than this squirreling in secret, these whispers underground. It's time to act! In cities around the globe, his flock will be called. You will hear the call, like the voice of a siren, a temptation in your heart that can only be fulfilled by witnessing the ascension. And its music will rattle the hearts of the sleeping. You will gather in the rains of Seattle on August 18th, in the drought-stricken heat of Los Angeles on August 20th, in the lysergic deserts of Phoenix on August 21st, in the humid metropolis of Baltimore on August 22nd, and in the crowded streets of Brooklyn on August 23rd. You will meet in the record shops, where the authorities would never think to look! There is no master, there is only The Path. There is no destination, there are only winding steps. When the guitars are tuned and the Ghouls begin their invocations, there is only one thing left to do: shake off your slack social media chains, your cheap hunger for scandal and rumor! When the first chord is struck, you will turn to your neighbor next to you in the flesh, put your arm around them, and take back your humanity! You have already fallen! Hell is here! The time for ascension is now. The Summoning II: Unholy / Unplugged Tour (August 10, 2015)

Lincopia, Otrogothia August 11, 2015 The battle for Philadelphia SISTER IMPERATOR: Children of Philadelphia. You are a special city. We have been pleased with growing unrest and incivility toward Frankie's visit next month. And we were especially pleased to register a sold-out concert on the same day Frankie would be blathering to the minions. But we also sensed a growing unrest amongst the church, especially the particular amount of attention they began paying the Ghost concert. We were ready to persevere in the name of the unholy, and to allow the dark side of Philadelphia to shine through while Frankie was in town. But this morning, we received this dispatch, a letter informing us that Ghost fans will not be able to use public transportation, park their cars near the venue, or even get the Ghost entourage close enough to load in their instruments of persuasion. So, children of Philadelphia, and in fact, children of the world, we regret to inform you that in the hopes to ensure each and every Ghost fan can attend the show, we've decided to move the Philadelphia concert at Union Transfer to Tuesday, September 29th. Concession is sometimes hard. Our quest to topple the church will be won across many battles. We thank you. The Summoning III: The Battle For Philadelphia

Lincopia, Otrogothia August 21, 2015 The arrival SISTER IMPERATOR: It has arrived! Some of you did not believe the new Papa would be able to cast a shadow as wide and as far as his great predecessor. Your faithlessness is now dust in my mouth. You should be on your knees humbling yourselves before what has been accomplished here! All you need to do is look outside. Look at the graffiti on the walls, look at the lights illuminated at night, where once there was only darkness. Mothers will whisper warnings to their children: the false prophets will wail from their hallowed churches and in underground hovels like these, across the world. Our legion will rise. But listen closely, now. There isn't much time. There is one thing you must know. [Ladies and gentlemen, I have summoned you all here. And now, I bring you Ghost!] [SAME SPEECH GIVEN AT UNHOLY / UNPLUGGED IN LA] The Summoning IV: The Arrival || Unholy / Unplugged - Los Angeles, California, USA (August 21, 2015)

SISTER IMPERATOR: Welcome! Welcome, my faithful brothers and sisters! Your presence here is proof of your commitment. If you are unsure, cast off your doubts now. There is no turning back. The rite you're about to witness is but one small but essential movement in our spiritual revolution. We prayed, and he has arrived! But! But! He will demand more of you! He will need to hear from the abyss of your hearts that you are ready. His is a voice of the pit and the pinnacle! His Nameless Ghouls are the music of the [UNINTELLIGIBLE] but your holy noise is the key! You must cry out his name! Say it with me now: PAPA EMERITUS! AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN! Very good. Shh! Shh! Shhhhhh! Listen. Do you hear it? Do you? It's the terrible sound of the ignorant– the mistrust and anger of the masses. The world is unstable and they have lost their balance. But we, here together, are the new foundation. we are the shape of things to come! There's not much time. We won't be able to do the required incantation. We must let the music do the summoning. My brethren, my brethren, bow your heads and raise your horns to pierce the veil of heaven, so the skies will be torn asunder! And Papa may fall into our midst! Now is the moment. Now, there is no other. Papa Emeritus III! Ghost! Ghost is here! Los Angeles, CA, USA (October 26, 2015)

EARLIER TODAY LINCOPIA, OTROGOTHIA THE CLERGY HAS ADJOURNED. AND THE NAMELESS GHOULS ARE SUMMONED. SISTER IMPERATOR: I think you all know why you have been summoned here. It's time to re-assess, to take stock of your failures. It started with a vision: you were all standing before me, hoodwinked and bound with both caddy and shack! I led you each toward a coffin, where you were made to lie down. The lids were closed, and one by one, I placed a level on the top to make sure you were still and cold in the darkness. Iron nails fell from my hands and scattered like leaves around my feet. I know that behind your masks, you are smirking at me, proud of your trivial accomplishments. Let's see what you have really done to topple the spires and the men who hurdle around their false god. No… Oh, yes. [LAUGHING] The industry has noted our good works with their trinket. And as a result, our message is carried further and wider. But do we take such trinkets as sacrament and the measure of true accomplishment? No! We don't need their approval. The truth of our work is not measured by awards and nods from the establishment. Can someone say "two in a row now", from the Swedish academy? It is still only a drop in the dark water of our mission. Sit still! Stop staring! Have you heard enough of the list of your petty dreams laid bare? Are there any among you who can say you can bear witness to the signs of the coming change? I see more of the same slumbering dreamers sleepwalking to their glass-and-brick towers, bowing at the feet of their priests and their false gods. I have here letters from your followers, demanding that we explain why nothing has changed. They have made their own sacrifices. But what have you done? How will you answer them? By holding up your golden gramophone? Is this the change you promised? Is this the sign of a new age? It is nothing! It is another false idol. It is time to answer for your failures. This is going to take some time, so I would prepare yourselves. Pray to your Dark Gods that you can handle what is to come. "NEXT: ARE YOU READY? LET'S DISCUSS THE MISSION, MAN" The Summoning V: The Square And Hammer (September 13, 2016)

"Later that day…" LINCOPIA, OTROGOTHIA The proceedings intensify. SISTER IMPERATOR: I expect no more interruptions. You had your chance to defend yourselves. Without your guitar and drums, you are are mere acolytes, not the grand missionary men you were trained to be. You want to be equal to your Papa? Ha! But all you can do is [UNINTELLIGIBLE] your own egos, waxing nostalgia about your petty sins. Well let's see what you have really done. You have sat for insipid interviews, answering insipid questions, afraid to reveal your true undertaking. You wear your masks for the press, but your masks were never intended to simply hide your faces– they are the visage of The Gods, and you mock them with your senseless orgies and trysts. Even your depravities are dull! I would like you to turn to exhibit one. Look at all the places you have been, all the cities you have made a mark on. But the rain has washed it all away… like the piss of a dog! Why are believers still living in secret, spinning your records in their parents' basements? Why have you not led them into the murky light of His shadow? You are supposed to lead. It is your task. Your task! To lead! I think you're afraid of real change. Let's take a breath. I think I understand the problem. You think Papa's words should be enough. But then you misunderstand the nature of true power. Papa is not a mouthpiece for the Dark Divinity. He is not a pawn. He is a mediator. He is the path. His way is the truth and the darkness! And you– you are his apostles. And yet, you deny, you deny! And so I charge you with deceit and with letting good people falter! The very people who believed in you. Your doubt sows their own. I charge you with dereliction of duty! For the harrowing initiation you have been through, I would charge you with treason! The Summoning VI: The Proceedings Intensify

"Days later…" Lincopia, Otrogothia Fatigue and apathy have set in. SISTER IMPERATOR: Despite your weakness, and your cowardliness, your failures, I still believe in you. And I believe in you because I have seen the future! I have already been witness to three transfigurations, and each time I can see that we are closer to the final glory, and I have seen you rise to the occasion each time. So can you do it again? Huh? Hmm? Do you see this [UNINTELLIGIBLE], this haunted servitor of our Dark Father asking for nothing while it does its simple tasks? You see it and all think, "Our instruments are far greater than that old broom!" But they are not! They are merely tools to do His great work! Sometimes, yes, you're genius, with the tools you have been given. I have attended your rites, watched you claim souls of thousands, of your strings, your skin, your masterful use of electricity. I, too, have been moved to tears as I stood before you as the music reached a sort of… transessence. This is why I believe. After all we have been through in these past few days, all the shames laid bare, are you ready to start anew? The new coming is about to begin. Will you take up your instruments? Will you be able to commit to the utter annihilation of all this is false? All that is greed? All that is staid and conformist and empty? Hm? Then rise. Rise!!!! Now! I give you another chance at transformation. But you must beg. You must demand to be sacrificed! You must prostrate your hearts while you stand tall in the dark, for the fourth incarnation of Papa will guide us. But we need faith now. Swear to me that my faith in you is not in vain. Swear to me now in His Unholy Name. Say it now after me, say it loud enough to shatter the windows of the world's lies. Say "I am ready! I am ready! I am ready!!!!" The Summoning VII: Believe This

[dexiscrankinrankin]

Ok so, you know how in A Miser Brothers Christmas (aka that one unofficial sequel special that aired on ABC Family once and never showed up again) they introduced a bunch of other nature siblings in that one scene?

Well, I thought to myself “hmm what if I “demake” their character designs to make it look like that they were designed by the Rankin/Bass crew.”

So, I did just that!

These were pretty fun to make, so let me introduce them to you all

Starting off with the ones you already know, Mother Nature, Snow Miser, and Heat Miser. 🌿❄️🔥

Then there are The Wind Siblings North Wind, East Wind, South Wind, and West Wind. 🌪️🍂☀️🌸

And then there’s the duo Lighting and Thunder. ⚡️🌧️

This hunky guy named Earthquake. 🌎

And finally there’s The Tide twins aka High Tide and Low Tide. 🌊

I’m pretty pleased with all of them! The irony is that I like these supposed “demake” designs over their looks in AMBC (especially North Wind like, holy shit.)

But yeah, hope y’all like them as much as I do.

Oh, and there’s a reference for all of their minions as well tehe

[professor-amaryllis]

:{ A Video file is embedded. Valencia Island, Orange Archipelago. 7/18/24 12:24 pm. }:

The spare room that the two have been inhabiting for just over three months now feels smaller somehow, the already cramped space now crowded with both of the professors’ pokemon. Most doze on the bed or the floor, happy to escape the burning midday heat of the humid tropical island. There’s a coziness to the scene, a rare true calm in the storm of their lives.

We catch just the last word or so of some conversation as the video starts, some kind of joke or story causes the two professors in view to laugh, an air of affection between them. Despite the lightness of their tone and smile Amy looks like they’re about three steps from the grave- deep circles under their eyes and an exhausted aura about them.

Casi, sitting in a desk chair, inhales sharply as Amy, sitting on the bed in front of her, gently applies what looks like aloe to her chest and shoulders. The sunburn is beginning to fade now, the puzzle piece marks slowly seeming to fade away, though from the reaction it still causes quite a bit of discomfort. 

“Hey, I know you're excited to touch my chest or whatever but be careful there that hurts!” There's a joking tone behind the harsh words, and Amy snorts, shaking their head as they both laugh gently. 

“This is gentle, aho. I’ll show you rough if you want me to.” 

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

“Tenshi, you would crumble to dust and blow away on the wind.” To illustrate their point they poke him in the shoulder, causing Casi to hiss through his teeth before laughing himself.  

“Alright alright, point taken.”

Casi winces in pain as Amy applies more aloe vera to his reddened arms. His fingers linger gently over the light marks silhouetted in her skin, the angles and curves making oddly familiar shapes. “What happened to you to mark you like this, anyway? I can’t imagine it was the sun on its own.”

“I think these were from some sea shells. I sat up and everything scattered all over the place, so I’m not entirely sure.“

“What, were you collecting them in your sleep?” There’s a teasing tone to the question, and they trace a suspiciously staryu-shaped mark in her skin, causing her to laugh and pull away. 

“You mean it wasn’t you?” There seems to be some genuine disbelief in her voice, but after studying Amy’s expression for a moment she seems to believe it. “Well someone must have done it. Maybe it was one of Ivy’s creepy little minions. Who knows what she's been spewing about me while I'm not in the room.” Casi wiggles her fingers dramatically, as if to accentuate the creepiness.

“Her students, you mean. I doubt that she is putting that much thought into making you miserable, Casimir. That’s far too much credit to give her.”

“Not the kids, though they’re bad enough. I meant the other ones, the assistants. Something just isn't right about those two-” “Three.” “Three?? I swear that there were only- oh?”

The houndoom, who had been sitting nearby and watching the two, drops her toy teddiursa in Casi’s lap, her large tails slowly flowing… is that how she wags her tails? It’s hard to tell really. It takes only a moment for her attention to shift back to Bellamy however, attempting to jump up into their lap. She only gets her front paws up before Amy presses a hand to her chest, easing her back to the floor. 

“Dame, tomare.” The professor speaks to the pokemon in a surprisingly gentle kantonian, seemingly at odds with the cold way they’ve referred to her to others. “Fuse.” The houndoom returns to the floor, laying down exactly where she stood and staring attentively up at them. Amy sighs, rubbing their temples, a little bit of clear gel rubbing off on them. “I don't know what to do about you… stop staring at me.” The houndoom looks away, or at least turns her nose away, clearly still staring out of the corner of her eye, prompting an even deeper sigh from the professor.

Casi seems to be watching this situation carefully, an off, unreadable expression on her face. She takes just a moment, and when she speaks she seems to be carefully choosing the words she uses. “She really needs a name, I think.”

Amy glances over at him, looking.. Tired maybe? There's something there that’s hard to put a finger on. “She responds to Houndoom just fine.”

“She’s your only Pokemon without some sort of nickname. You don’t find that a little sad?”

“She’s not my…” Amy shakes their head, a soft grumble under their breath as they seem to reconsider rehashing the ever-present argument they've been having for months. “Is it really so terrible? She didn’t have a name before… I think. I think I would have known.” There’s a small uncertainty in their tone, barely there as they look down at their hands.

There's a pause, a silence that hangs sad in the air as Casi raises a hand, reaching for them before looking at the red, burnt skin of his hand and reluctantly lowering it, sighing. He makes a small noise under his breath and looks away for a moment, deep in thought. It seems difficult to say the next few words, each said with a deliberateness of someone that doesn't want to say them but needs to know regardless.

“...Do you think that you wanted to replace Dahlia? I don't… I don’t know exactly what happened to her. I just- you don't have to tell me I'm not saying that you do I just mean..” She trails off at the end, not even really sure herself where she was actually trying to go with that trainwreck of a sentence.

“I- hm…” Amy seems to move for the first time in a few moments, taking their time to adjust themselves and pull their legs underneath them in a cross position. They’re quiet for a few moments, thinking, their softly shaking hands tracing odd patterns into the orange sheets. 

“I don’t think that she wanted to. I can’t… hm. I can't be sure. But it feels different. It isn’t the same. Even with everything else some part of me knew the others. Some part of her recognized them, she must have. That one, it was different. She wasn't… loved. Known. Something.” Amy finally looks back at Casi, their face hiding their true feelings behind the mask of exhaustion. “It wasn’t hers. Not in a real way. There was… distance. Resentment maybe, I don’t know. It’s.. hard to know much more.”

Casi almost winces, a lot of emotions playing over her expression as she takes a breath and looks away. Something about that seems painful to her, and she rubs her arm in a thoughtless nervous gesture before hissing softly at the pain from her burn. It does seem to bring her back to herself though, a soft shake of the head and an exhale as she looks up again at her… boyfriend? Have they talked about that? I don’t know. 

She opens her mouth, the very start of a word on her lips before she seems to think better of it. She taps a few times on the arm of the chair and makes a thoughtful, if troubled, noise before starting again.

“Well… How do you feel about it now? That, all of that, it was years ago.” She sits up a bit, adjusting restlessly in her seat. “You’ve had her for thirteen years. Maybe not the entire time, but it has to mean something…” She taps again a moment, seeming to try to reorganize her thoughts. Her voice is gentler when she speaks again. “At some point you have to let go of the past and decide what you feel now, in this moment, in this space. You don’t…mm. Don’t have to feel the way you did then.”

“I- hm.” It didn't seem possible for Amy to look more tired, more weighed down than they had been, but this was a new level. They couldn’t seem to look at Casi, and through that neutral mask some kind of discomfort leaked, their fingers tracing shapes on the sheets as they seemed to shrink away from their own thoughts. “I don’t know. I haven't thought that way. I just tried to keep my distance. I was meant to. I wasn't supposed to feel…” their voice trails off as they seem unable to follow that thought.

The silence is heavy between them, both unsure exactly how to continue. Amy glances around the room, almost methodically, the way someone might look for escape routes or hiding places, but they don’t move. As their eyes settle back on the pokemon that started all of this- the houndoom still staring not-so-subtly at them from the corner of her eye- it seems to take the attention as a permission, standing just to lay her head in their lap.

“She’s been loyal to you. She’s obviously affectionate, She wants your attention. She has barely even looked anywhere else since we have gotten here. Don’t you think she deserves to be more than just the houndoom?” Casi’s voice is soft, quiet, but there’s a firmness behind the words that hasn’t been there before. An earnestness. 

They hesitate, a stillness that can be seen as they don't look at their partner but rather the pokemon in their lap. There’s something forced about the way that they do finally move, setting their hand gently between her horns, a deliberateness that seems so at odds with the simplicity of the movement. They both stay there a moment, quiet and perhaps… thoughtful. 

“I’ve been unfair, haven’t I?” the soft words are barely able to be made out, talking more to themselves than anyone else. “I guess I haven't been in my right mind. Maybe I never have been, not really.” Amy laughs under their breath, a short, almost dark laugh. “Maybe that should be your name, hm? It could be fitting for both of us.”

“Wait, what name?” Casi’s curious words seem to startle them out of their own mind, and they blink over at her for a second before letting out one more tired laugh, though this time with a slight smile.

“Delirium.”

:{ Transcription Ends. What are they even talking about...}:

[doughbrainer]

I Headcanon That Heat Miser's Hair Is Literally Fire So If You Throw Water On Him, He'd Go Bald That Way.

(My Headcanon For How Heat Miser's Hair Works Is More Complex Then That But I'm Not Gonna Explain It All Now, I'll Do That Some Other Time.)

today was an interesting day for my art, man.

[doughbrainer]

THE MISER MINIONS! (References)

Of Course, We Have The Originals

You Know Them, They're Practically The Same Other Than Some Minor Differences. But Today I Introduce To You Someone New... Everybody, Ladies And Gentlemen, Anyone Outside And In Between, I Bring You...

GAMECUBE!

As You've Probably Figured, She's One Of Snow Miser Minions. Clearly Inspired By The Minions From The Original "The Year Without A Santa Claus" Movie. They're Asexual Aromantic, So She's Not Interested In Romantical Or Sexual Relationships With Anyone. They Only Seek Platonic Or Familia Love.

She's A Older Than Gameboy, And Is More Rational Compared To Him. She Doesn't Despise The Embers, But They Don't Respect Them Either, And That's Only Because That's How She Was Raised And Taught To Act. They're Sort Of Like The Flake Counter-Part To Pump, Only Difference Is That Gamecube Is Not Oldest Current Living Flake, But She Is Fairly Well Aged In Their Own Right.

.

I Hope You Guys Like The Renewed References And The Introduction Of Gamecube, I May Make A Follow-Up Post Explaining The Characters More Indepth As Well As Giving More Details (I.E, Height Charts, Relationship Charts, Biology And History, Ect...) Like I Said Before, Not A Lot Has Changed Other Than Some Minor Things And The Fact That Gamecube Exists Now.

I Adore All Them Very Much, And I'm Very Happy With The New References.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

Continue Reading For Sketches + Line Art.

[magicalgirlagency]

I hope toei do a weather theme precure for a season because their powers would be interesting. Have the lead be yellow this time to represent sunshine ( and make her have dark skin like they did with cure Soleil) who hide her sadness behind her bright smile. One cure could represent clouds ( I’m basing them on the rainbow fairies: the weather fairies) who think their powers is boring but it turn out they can create anything out of their clouds to use in battles and even make cotton candy clouds. You would expect the rain 🌧️ cure to be sad but she’s actually the happiest of the bunch who’s an introvert that love rain and her weapon of course would be an umbrella. There’s a snow cure with a cold personality who eventually warm up to having friends after her first friends betray her. The main villain could be someone wanting to control the weather or Earth and one of their minions could include a weather forecaster, a Jack Frost theme villain who just want to have fun but doesn’t take other ppl feelings into consideration, a storm theme villains who get redeem and become the storm cure, and have a fog theme monster that take over the town they live in . The main theme could be about climate change and how holding your emotions in is not good for your well being and cause a storm to build inside you. And their main group attack could be a rainbow 🌈 attack because after every storm there’s a rainbow. Their mascot could be a groundhog and the Mother Nature could be the one to give them their powers. There’s a lot of themes toei hadn’t done yet with precure and I just think a weather theme one would be neat

I mean, if we had a season about the skies and flying creatures (HiroPre), there's got to be a weather-themed in the eventual future!

Also, weather and climates are interwtined, so this hypotetical season could also touch upon the long-term damage of climate change; I mean, considering how there was a season about protecting Earth (HealPre, my absolute fave), there's no way that Toei doesn't know that climate change is a very real and concerning issue.

The minions/henchmen should be something on the likes of the Miser Bros., Heat and Snow (they'd be the ones to be kicked out of the evil legion due to constantly failing on their missions, and eventually side with the heroines).

While the tough higher-ups that come after them should be akin to the Captain Planet villains.

Anyways, I've been rambling about it too much; your idea is a really cool one!

[katkalis-the-fanartist]

"Oh ho ho...You're one of my brother's goons sent here to sabotage my plans!"

The minion of the Heat Miser stood in place, limbs trembling not only from the chilled, crispy air of the Snow Miser's lair, but in sheer terror of what might happen now that they were spotted. As the towering icy man took slow steps forward, his potential victim shivered with hitched breath and began to lift a foot, preparing to dash away.

Mr. Snow notices this, and his right hand rises from his side, his fingers emitting small icy particles as his scepter begins to shape itself out of thin air.

"Stand your ground, ashrat." He states firmly from his wide crack of a grin, eyelids lowered while glaring, "Or I will see to it that your feet never leave that spot again."

What happened next took place in an instant. The terrified spy turns to run, only for them to nearly fall forward as their feet suddenly freeze to the ice floor. The cold mister had grasped and aimed his scepter forward as fast as lightning to shoot beams of ice at their feet. The ice burned almost as hot as their Lord's breath, ironically. Their feet then became numb incredibly quickly, quicker than they would have in normal snow.

Snow and ice summoned directly from the Lord of the Cold was far worse than anything that had naturally accumulated. It felt as if it was already too late to try and salvage their feet at all. To make matters worse, the Snow Miser now approached the stuck prey, his scepter still tight in his grasp. He kept that sickly grin as he stared his catch down.

"My, you dare to try and test me? I suppose it makes sense that you'd have no brain. That fiery fool never had sense, so why would his lackeys?" He closes his eyes and shakes his head with a "tsk tsk" from his tongue.

The minion of heat could now only whimper quietly, glancing back and forth between the Snow Miser and the direction they came sneaking in from. It was too late now. They doubted they were going to make it out.

A gloved hand suddenly shot forth and gripped their throat. The glove did nothing to contain the sheer cold that came from that hand. They couldn't breathe, but they could hear. They could hear that sometimes kooky voice now deepened, cold, rumbling in the mister's throat. He spoke under his breath, which came out in freezing puffs against the captive's face. They turned their head to face their captor. They both locked eyes.

"My brother and I do have one thing in common, I suppose..."

Ice began to overtake the flesh of the minion's neck. Veins and arteries instantly became sealed shut. Their inner throat pipes were already rendered useless. That voice was now in their ear.

"I don't mind sometimes seeing some white turn red."

All went black for the unlucky idiot. Their head had become encased in an icy prison, and with a hard CRACK, their head had snapped off of their frozen neck and fell to the floor, shattering into pieces. Blood seeped from various slits in the ice shards, staining the ice sheet below.

How convenient, some takeout delivered for Snowy's various creatures of ice to feed upon!

[doughbrainer]

I Was Inspired By This Post And Made This.

You Can Probably Tell I Was Not, And Never Have Been An Undertale Artist.

It Was So Hard To Find A Good Reference For Mettaton. I Did Take Some Creative Liberties Though As It Is Still North Wind.

(Continue Reading For Close Up + Sketch And W/O Filter And Background)

I Hate Drawing Limbs.

Why do I think of North wind when I listen to the undertale song Death by glamour?

[stressful-miser-adventures]

STRSSFUL MISER ADVENTURES ULIMATE POST

>>> MAIN BLOG >>> PREVIOUS ITERATION OF BLOG >>> NATURE FAM DESIGNS >>> MISER MINIONS DESIGNS

HEATWARD ARC

Both POV , Edward POV , Heat Miser POV Part One , Part Two , Part Three , Part Four , Part Five , Part Six , Part Seven , Part Eight , Part Nine

Q&A, Keep Reading

Q. WHY ARE YOU MOVING THIS STORY TO THIS BLOG? A. Because The Other Blog I Could ONLY Access Through Mobile, I Wanted To Be Able To Post From Both Desktop And Mobile Q. WILL YOU STILL USE THE OTHER BLOG? A. Probably Not Q. WHEN WILL I BE ABLE TO ASK OTHER CHARACTERS QUESTIONS? A. More Characters Will Become Available For Questions As The Story Goes On Q. WHO IS _______ ? A. You Can Find That Out By Asking Certain Characters OR You'll Find Out Naturally As The Story Progresses Q. WHEN WILL YOU POST? A. There Is No Specific Schedule As Of Now, You Just Have To Be Patient

[snailstrailz]

Overanalyzing Heat Miser

Only referring to the year without a Santa Claus

tbh he's my fav of the two and I have a lot more overthinking in my head about him

Through parts of his half of the song I kinda interpret him as a more genuine person than Snowy, with him laughing at his own joke when he says "some like it hot but I like it really hot!" And being the only one to thank his little minion guys. Maybe a reach, but as he rhymes "degrees" with "degrees", he puts less thought into his performance, thus less performative than his brother.

He's also a lot more assertive than bad-tempered, and he only actually gets angry when Snow Miser (seemingly knowingly) riles him up. some of his diouloge implies he doesn't really interact with others much given that he says "they call me Heat Miser" rather than Snowy's "freinds call me Snow Miser". (Though I doubt Snow has freinds either, given it's mentioned he freezes people in ice for fun) as well as mentioning that nobody does anything for him. So I kinda headcanon him as being ready socially awkward.

Uh idk how to end this here's another pic of him

[mischief-lies-and-stories]

Reacting to Contemporary Comics (Without Context) 4/?

What's up it's cold as shit here, my bosses said stay the fuck home, so let's read another comic book.

Back at it again at the Thor: First Thunder

I don't like this cover

Spoilers for all of First Thunder now.

My boi living his best life. Out of the tree, took a shower, had a spa day, thriving

I hate Blake's idea of flirting, but I love that Thor had to endure his alter ego carrying around a little statue of the brother he hates for 2+ days

No one in this is likable

Why is Odin punishing Thor? It can't be because he's a violent, angry, destructive little fucker. That would make Odin a hypocrite. Wait. That's absolutely why. Fuck Odin as usual.

Listen, if MCU Loki needed someone to weep over him to get out of the tree like in the comics, he'd be free several times over by now just by me. Fuck, I just saw a gifset of Tom spinning in the cape and tearing up over the crown, and I cried real multiple tears twice on that post.

Loki if you're trying to blend in, dressing like the Riddler is not going to do it

I wasn't gonna comment on how ugly the art is, but god he looks like green Heat Miser. He looks like a ventriloquist's dummy.

Can't believe the Loki show stole his God of Stories outfit from Thor: First Thunder when he's bullying Blake while pretending to be a fortune teller at Coney Island.

Supposedly the fucking fortune teller is "working" (loosely) for Loki but isn't actually Loki himself

Loki taking on a mortal minion (and convincing him he's super mega powerful) is coming back to haunt him

TONY!!!

Odin is such a motherfucking hypocrite and I hate him

Thor, why are you staring at his ass enough to make that observation?!

Thor will never go for it, but god I want them to fuck with Odin.

...I was very very wrong.

Odin really just fuckin went: "Blake, you fix it. I don't wanna. I'm too busy hanging out in the cosmos being inexplicably huuuuuge."

I feel like whenever Odin does these monologues for Thor: "You're my son and you're worthy and I've loved you all along" he means it. Like he's still a dick, but he means it. But when he does them for Loki it's because he's panicking, because Loki outsmarted him again and it's his last-ditch effort to survive before Loki fucking murders him for being a shit father. It's just this moment of Odin giving Loki what he knows he's always craved, love and acceptance, in order to just try to save himself from his lifetime of fuck-ups. And the tragic thing is that Loki buys it every time.

On a different note, do y'all think "Thou art Odin's first thunder" sounds like Thor's conception was the first time Odin came? [I'm very aware this is canonically inaccurate.]

OH MY GOD what in the Christian iconography is this nonsense?! He looks ready for crucifixion and everything.

This comic was... insane. The art was weird, the Christian themes were uncomfortable (and I'm Episcopalian), the issue on China did not feel entirely unproblematic, and Loki was an ass (this was pre-JiM I think, so this is not a criticism to the authors I'm just sad about it). And the scene on the cover never even canonically happened! They just wanted a hyperrealistic rendering of Thor beating Loki to shit. Because they hate Loki and love upsetting me.

[its-to-the-death]

Bracket C thoughts:

I liked "You Got Nothing to Lose" as a song, but I admit I'm a bit of sucker for the old-school Disney diabolical mustache-twirling vibes of "Prince Ali (Reprise)". Also, I didn't know the context of "You Got Nothing to Lose" when I made my vote, so it didn't sound very villainous.

...I honestly think "Friends on the Other Side" still might be the better one, but give "Waikyou Shensoujin" a listen. It's underappreciated and very moving in context.

In a reverse of the previous Nightmare Before Christmas entry, "Oogie Boogie's Song" is not as good as I remembered. Also "Blumenkranz" is pretty intimidating. You will want to listen to it with Genius' translation open, though (unless you know German).

I know we all love "Gaston," but "Hey Little Songbird" is such a good villain moment for Hades with him seducing Eurydice to her metaphorical death.

"Queen of Mean" is better than I expected under all that autotune, I will give it that.

Why the fuck does Kirby go so hard.

"Where is the Justice" vs "Confrontation" is so cruel. I went with the latter because I find the singer's ability to do VERY different performances for Jekyll and Hyde incredibly impressive, and I like how it's a hero/villain confrontation with the same person being both.

Again, I know we all love "Snow Miser/Heat Miser," but hot damn Jonny goes hard in "Old King Cole"!

"I Expect You To Die" is fucking iconic. Why do these games go so hard with their opening credits.

Something about the awkward rhythm of "No Good Deed" just...irks me, and "Between Two Worlds" is very good (especially the second part).

Hot damn whoever is performing as Sweeney Todd is putting 110% into "Epiphany".

"The Nowhere King" vs "World's Greatest Criminal Mind" was very hard. I think I prefer the former as a song, but I gave my vote to the latter for having Ratigan take a break from singing to have his minion eaten alive.

I could not give two shits about the RWBY vs Sanders Side one.

"Battle! Ghetsis" really makes you feel like you're fighting a tyrannical PETA leader with a team-wiping hydra who is arrogant enough to emulate Arceus' theme and the last check point was a whole boss fight ago.

...Ok, yeah, in hindsight "You're A Mean One, Mr. Grinch" is just the singer insulting the guy. I give the win to "Blood in the Water," which really makes me want to kick Callahan in the balls.

Goddamit, "We Are Number One" is the meme song, but "Get Jinxed" is the better song.

I’m sorry but I have to disagree about Oogie Boogie’s song because The Nightmare Before Christmas soundtrack can do no wrong imo