#icebound honey

[ghost-bard]

back on my icebound grind after catching up w uprooted and getting a decent amount into eom and. Honey :(((( this is sick and twisted. fucked up.

[itsguysnightitsironic]

Home at the end of the world

I hope, that in the end, there's still warmth in this corpse of mine, so you can sleep between my ribs.

I'll never survive Honey, I won't, I'll die here.

[apolaskiart]

Hey, I'm glad you woke up. What? Me drawing traditionally instead of digitally? About Icebound? In this economy? Silly you (hits you with a pan). (Anyways, this is me practicing traditional because my shrimp posture of a back needs to be strained even more)

[jahanmp4]

"I'm sure [being called] Honey would have brought joy to my sister."

Derek when I catch you Derek when I catch you WHEN I CATCH YOU DEREK YOU'LL HAVE TO REIMBURSE ALL THE TISSUES I CRIED IN

[robotic-bakery]

episode 26 of icebound //

who's gonna be the "that dumb notch looking, creepy voice having, old ass looking, spencer's gifts having, blacklight using, old ass soup pervert" and the "who the hell puts beans in dynamite beef? who calls a meatless beef a stew??" to my "I'd rather starve you sicko! I'd rather starve you sick freak!!"

[sevenminiaturemonkeys]

i couldn’t stop imagining jornir braiding somebody’s hair and i wanted to draw daisy so HERE YOU GO

(click for better quality bc yeah)

[echoing-locations]

Omg baby’s first fanfic?!?!?!

The first chapter of a Daisy fam loa Star Wars fic

[gourdgon]

Listening to what happened to the rest of the ship crew after they got reunited

[grimms-gone]

I've started watching icebound recently and I've enjoyed it so much the beautiful story Derek is made has blown me away and i love all these little fuckers I'm on episode 7 right now I honestly didn't think we would meet daisy this early I was definally thrown off by Honey Cause i thought she was daisy

[miss-celestia13]

Grey November…

As the earth beds down

Winter’s bitter hands branch out

Leaves, shivering, falling

Rich in gold and burgundy

Crackling underfoot

Fleeting mosaic colors

Waning with the wax of the moon

The withering of the last summer rose

Petals gilded in rot

Thorns dulled and forgotten

As cold creeps through bodies and dirt

It bites, cheeks colored with blood

Teeth fashioned in ice

Wool and fleece, a feeble armour

Wind laced in frost

Winters savage breath

Clouds leaden and laden

Unleash their gelid burden in silver tears

Unthawed and icebound

As skin freezes over

And winter slips through your bones

The land decays, and you hide inside

Under blankets, and hope for kinder days

Winter is death

Come spring

Winters sacrifice ressurects the first blooms

And we forget

Until winter wakes once more

An ending is an ending

But balmy days soon return

Summer coaxed freckles and honeyed skin

Flowers flush, and the earth renews

Fingers of sunlight undo winter's glacial loss

Brave the seasons

Of nature and life

Slowly, we realize

An ending isn’t always

The End

It’s rebirth

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It’s very cold today. I can’t feel my face or toes. I was made for the Bahamas, and sunshine, not this baltic place! Please don’t judge my attempt at playing the poet. I have no grand delusions of my abilities. I just like words, and sharing whatever nonsense pops into my head here, and I have a lot of nonsense to spill 🤭 I simply wanted to make you all aware that I am fucking freezing. I hate it here. I am nothing, if not a dramatic bitch. If it wasn’t already obvious🤣 anyway, thaw me in May when the sun comes back for its two week tour, not a moment before! Thank you 😘❤️

Also, it’s technically still autumn. But Scotland only gets two seasons. Winter, and all of them, except summer, at once every other day of the blasted year.

[itsguysnightitsironic]

"We can always get naked and cuddle for warm"

Let's go home.

Icebound has hands, déu meu, and themes, Derek sisplau, I don't have any grief left

Some rambling under the cut:

I need that polar bear brush to be real and send-

[obsidiancreates]

I need the Malevolent Spirit from Icebound to tear into me like it did Honey and Skrimm and Barnabos and I need to come back slightly wrong like Skrimm and Barnabos did and then I'll feel better I think. I'll be able to appreciate life without everything being agony and without hatred and rage consuming my every cell, every drop of blood, every passing thought. Fuck I'm so angry and so full of hate and I want so desperately to not be. I'm full of just as much Love as I am full of Hate but I want less Hate than Love. I want Passion to feel good and not like I'm scrubbing my soul with acid, even when it's for a good cause or good reason. My soul is a waste and it's bleached and corroded and worthless and so full of holes and rot and gunk and everything disgusting and deserving of death and destruction in the world.

[mooniebean29]

Quick introduction 😋😋

HIII!! My name is Moonbug, and I'm the author of Total Drama Icebound! You can find me on Wattpad (@Honey-Pepper), Archive of Our Own (Mooniebean1129), Fanfiction.net (Moonie-1129) and YouTube (Mooniedoessomething). I'm mostly on Tumblr to showcase my art and fanmade Total Drama scripts!

This account, just like my others, are run by my good friend, so I don't post here myself.

Uhh idk what else to say LMFAOO 😨

[robotic-bakery]

spoilers for episode 6 & beyond of icebound

the daisy/honey/myelin family makes me ill and distraught, I'm losing my mind

the idea that myelin sees the icebound crew as bad luck and a tear in his plan to free his daughters that's he's worked on for years; meanwhile, both daisy and honey saw see them as a blessing and a lesson that people can still have power and be kind/caring towards others & strive to help them..

and even then, myelin having worked on this plan for years still wouldn't account for both daisy and honey not having the actual experience to survive by themselves paired with myelin likely not having the opportunity/time to teach them which set them both up to be doomed from the start..

(image is /nsrs, to clarify)

[sevenminiaturemonkeys]

icebound ep. 7

teehee i had to do it

(I MISS HONEY WAHHHH 😢😖)

[esoteric-mantra-stuff]

Hephaestus (A gossipy Icebound Return)

CW: No depictions of violence, but the previous chapters are referenced so be warned.

Hey, remember when I said I would take longer to post? That was a lie. In my defense, this was supposed to be the start of next chapter but then it ballooned into its own thing and I decided to put it out on its own. Next chapter should be traveling to Nokstella and doing the thing Ranni asked them to do (Hopefully.)

As always, music suggestions are welcome.

“Past a waygate in Renna’s Rise, you’ll find the path to Nokstella through the mainstream of Ansel River. This section is unreachable from the well to keep the second eternal city hidden.” Iji speaks, never looking up from his book and only occasionally stopping to take a bite out of a Crisple. “Your objective lies beyond, past a Lake infested with the Scarlet Rot. The Grand Cloister lies at the southmost point, and within it, there is a coffin that shall lead to the Moonlight Altar, where Lady Ranni is waiting for your attack on the Two Fingers.” Iji concludes his summary, taking another bite of the sweet dough while humming to himself in delight. It would appear your sweets were a success, at least. Lobo checks the path on a map Iji provided you with. “Crossing Nokstella shouldn’t be a problem….” He mutters to himself. “The Lake of Rot doesn’t have any paths. Going into the water might be our only choice.” That’s what you’re worried about as well. You can make plenty of Preserving Boluses, but a single misstep could mean dying a grotesque death. You turn to Iji, who seems to notice your concern. “Are there no boats we can take through the lake? Or at least some path that avoids the water?” Iji shakes his head. “I’m afraid any wood that makes contact with the water is bound to start rotting away. I suppose something made from Unalloyed Gold might be enough to protect one from the Scarlet Rot, but otherwise, there isn’t much to be done.”

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Despite being a vassal-of-my-enemy and traumatized-child-of-my-former-ally pair, Iji and Lobo get along surprisingly well. Maybe it stems from them being quiet and reserved or what Iji said about Lobo reminding him of a young Blaidd. Honestly, if it wasn’t because of the baggage of their relationship, you could see them being great friends. As an act of kindness, you try to bring him something nice to eat. Scaling the sweets up to his size is a bit of a chore, though. You still remember the distraught look on Lobo’s face when you poured an entire two jars of honey into making Troll-Sized Honey Crispels. They were large enough that no human plate would fit them, so you got creative and used a circular Greatshield as a plate instead (after thoroughly washing it, of course). Iji was delighted, if a bit surprised you’d go to such lengths for him. You get the feeling he’s not used to people accommodating for his size, but perhaps it would be rude to ask. No matter. You’re not here to socialize. You’re here because you’ve joined Ranni’s service temporarily, and Iji is supposed to instruct you on how to reach the Princess’ Two Fingers.

Your companion hums, pondering something. “And I suppose Ranni isn’t dealing with any of this, is she?” Iji shakes his head once more. “Lady Ranni transported herself directly to the Moonlight Altar. If she could take you along, I’m sure she would have.” A deep sigh leaves the quarter-wolf. He hasn’t looked up from the map. “Yes, but only because it would make things more convenient for her.” Iji had no retort. You look towards the towering shape of the Moonlight Altar. You’d been to the Albinauric Village below under Latenna’s guidance, but you never saw any viable ways to the top. Maybe a catapult would do the trick? No, you suppose that there’s a higher chance of you hitting the side of the altar. Making Preserving Boluses appears to be the only way, though that would also mean a trip back to Caelid. How cumbersome-

“Aha!” Lobo exclaims, suddenly getting up from his seated position and excitedly hobbling over to the Site of Grace. “Hey, where are you going?!” You yell at him, but he pays you no mind as he is wisped away by the glimmers of gold. You can only hope he’s figured something out, though your companion can be so odd sometimes. Iji glances up at Lobo when he leaves, then continues reading his book and delighting in your sweets. You stare at him and then back to the site of grace. You don’t like keeping secrets from Lobo, but you must confirm something with Iji. Something you would prefer not to bring up when he’s around.

“Iji, did Ranni tell you about that clergyman in Northern Caelid we were sent to meet? Do you… happen to know who he is?” Iji tilts his head slightly. You have piqued his interest, at least. It would seem Ranni did not tell him about Gurranq. “Lobo thinks he’s a shadow too, but Gurranq wouldn’t say who his master is.” Iji lets out a thoughtful hum as he puts his book to the side. “A shadow-bound beast other than Blaidd… It… Yes, it could only be him… Maliketh, the Black Blade. Queen Marika’s Half-Brother.” The Black Blade… You’re sure you’ve heard the name before. It had to do with the Night of the Black Knives. That terrible tragedy only happened because the Lunar Princess stole death. “…He was the one who guarded Destined Death, didn’t he? The one thing the demi-gods feared, that which could grant death to the undying.” Iji nods solemnly. His mirrored helm hides his face from you, but his body feels tense. “The very same. He disappeared along with the rune of death millennia ago, but to think he was merely under a different name, living still within the Lands Between. Even more, to think Lady Ranni would know of this and send you to him. I am sure my lady must have her reasons, but what she would want from one such as Maliketh is unknown to me.” So Gurranq was the shadow of Marika this whole time, but that doesn’t explain why he’s been cursed with an endless hunger for Deathroot. There’s also the matter of him referring to himself and Lobo as Vessels. What are they meant to hold within themselves? Unless… “I… I have seen no blade whenever I visit to feed him Deathroot. Do you think… the Rune of Death might be inside him somehow?” Iji leans in, hanging onto your every word. “Tarnished… that root you feed him is the one that grows where Those Who Live In Death linger, correct?” You nod, maintaining eye contact (mirror contact?) with the troll. “Then. Yes, it does seem likely that Maliketh placed the Rune of Death within his own flesh. The Shadowbound are beings of magic and flesh. Thus, their bodies can hold curses within themselves, though it is not without consequence. It seems his hunger for the root might stem from this action, as it too contains the essence of Death within.” Iji leans back, gauging your reaction from behind his helm. Your mouth feels dry. It’s a lot to take in at once. 

Why would Marika be so cruel as to punish his half-brother, possibly for eternity? If Maliketh is a vessel for death, what does that mean for Lobo? If he’s a vessel, then what is he meant to hold? And there’s the other matter they have in common, that is Lobo’s own black blade. He still has not revealed its origin to you. Does that have to do with his kinship with Maliketh? You look towards the Site of Grace and back to Iji. “It seems to be an unfortunate trend, doesn’t it? Shadows are incapable of treachery, yet it seems no master can return their love….” You expect Iji to reprimand you for speaking ill of Ranni, perhaps even correct you about their relationship. That’s why it catches you off guard when Iji hesitates before slowly nodding. “... It is… Tarnished.”

The conversation stagnates after that. You have many questions about Gurranq, but Iji has already told you everything he knows. Well… except for one matter which you can consult him, not as War Counselor, but as Blacksmith. Besides, Lobo doesn’t seem to be coming back soon.

“Have you seen this sword before, Iji? Or do you happen to know where it came from?” You show him Lobo’s black blade, lifting it with both hands. Iji picks it up between his index and thumb, making it look more like a toothpick than a god-slaying weapon. “Oh, why yes, I am quite familiar. Before I tell you, however, I must ask for your sworn secrecy on the matter. Especially in regards to Lady Ranni and the Young Aster.”  You scratch the back of your head. You didn’t expect the answer to be so… easy to obtain. “I didn’t take you as the type to keep secrets from Ranni. I suppose you must have your reasons.” You put a hand on your chest. “I swear on my life that I won’t tell a soul of anything we’ll be discussing. Is that okay?” 

Iji puts the sword down on his anvil, seemingly satisfied with your oath, before leaning closer. “I know very well the maker of this sword, for I am him.” You bring your hands over your mouth, but it doesn’t cover the loud “What!?” that escapes you. Iji shushes you, staring toward the general direction of the Site of Grace. Right, secrets. “I trust you remember our last conversation. How I’d told you about Blaidd’s inner desire to be released of his service to Lady Ranni?” You nod, your hands still covering your mouth. Iji lets out a long sigh. The weight of his years suddenly comes crashing back. “Well… I could stand it no longer. My fellow vassal and friend was mercilessly torn apart between both sides of himself… Though I could never directly rebel against my lady, I could empower one who would….” Iji’s usually calm tone is replaced by one wrecked with emotion. “... I learned of their escape to a distant land. I turned a blind eye and pretended I didn’t know their location. I knew… I knew one of them would eventually seek revenge. That’s why I reforged a set of black knives I had in store into a blade that could grant my friend his freedom and sent it along as their inheritance. They were to receive the blade once they turned old enough to wield it.” A long finger ran from the hilt to the tip. His hands are steady and careful, despite the wavering in his voice. “... I didn’t expect it to be the tiniest pup… Perhaps it was fate that the one who could impede Lady Ranni’s destiny would be the one to fulfill my treachery.” Iji leans back, trying to return to the grandfatherly blacksmith persona but failing. You clasp your hands in front of you, finally removing them from your mouth. “I hope you understand now why I don’t wish for Lady Ranni or the young Aster to know of my involvement. Treachery is treachery regardless of if it’s done with good intentions. As for Aster… it’s perhaps selfish of me, but I enjoy seeing him….”

You don’t feel there’s anything you can say to that. While you would always prefer honesty, you can also understand wanting to keep those you love safe. “I swore to keep the secret, right? That means we’re stuck in this together now.” You say, and Iji chuckles. He’s slowly returning to his usual self. “Quite. Now, if you wouldn’t mind. I would like to keep this blade if you’re not to use it anymore, may I?” You nod. “Sure, Lobo gave it to me, but I can’t even lift the thing, let alone swing it.” Iji thanks you and picks it up with two fingers to store it away somewhere behind him. You were about to comment on why he would want it now, but Iji points behind you just as Lobo’s silhouette reappears at the site of grace, this time carrying a large stack of cloth and supplies. Looks like the conversation is over.

“Sorry for taking so long. I had to meet with our merchant friend for special supplies, and there was a line of ten or so people.” Lobo says, trying not to drop any of his supplies with his wobbling while he walks towards you. “What’s all of this? Is this… leather?” You stare at the strange consistency of the cloth. It feels smooth to the touch but has a degree of grip on your fingers when you slide them across. Lobo shakes his head. “No, I thought of using leather, but it’s not waterproof. Instead, I asked for something imported. Mackintosh. The gum-like feeling of the cloth comes from distilled coal tar. It cost me an arm and a leg in runes, but I think it will be worth it if we can pull this off.” He turns to Iji now, who is eyeing the cloth with curiosity. “I know your expertise is in weapons and armor, but I hope you wouldn’t be against helping me with a different type of project.” Iji chuckles as if your previous chat never took place. He says. “Luckily for you, I happen to be a good seamster as well.”