#mister snow miser

[emiplayzmc]

HE'S MISTER WHITE CHRISTMAS, HE'S MISTER SNOW

He's TOO MUCH~

[crypt-of-blunis]

Halloween’s over, time to bring on the other gross guys, case in point: ❄️🥶✨

He froze my dang logo!! What the eff dude?!

[anunluckyginger]

Me the second the temperature drops below 50

[sergle]

the green for summer thing just reminds me of the snow/heat miser song cuz heat miser is associated heavily with reds and oranges and yet he says it himself. he's mister green christmas.... cuz no snow on the grass....

He's gotta serve with the colors he's given tho bc Mother Nature is his mom, and green is *her* thing. she'll snatch his wig right off his head if he encroaches on her theme.

[starryknight-dragonarts]

Braaadum dum dum, Braaadum!

He's Mister White Christmas/He's Mister Green Christmas

He's Mister Snow/He's Mister Sun.

He's Mister Icicle/He's Mister Heat Blister

He's Mister Ten below/He's Mister 101

Friends call me Snow Miser/Heat Miser

whatever I touch…

Turns to snow in my clutch/Starts to melt in my clutch.

He's too much!

[bluearc009]

Flurious/Moltor too much

I'm Mister White Christmas I'm Mister Snow I'm Mister Icicle I'm Mister Ten Below Friends call me Snow Miser Whatever I touch Turns to snow in my clutch I'm too much!

He's Mister White Christmas He's Mister Snow, He's Mister Icicle He's Mister Ten Below

Friends call me Snow Miser Whatever I touch Turns to snow in my clutch(he's too much) I never want to know a day That's over forty degrees I'd rather have it thirty Twenty, ten, five and let it freeze!

He's Mister White Christmas He's Mister Snow, He's Mister Icicle He's Mister Ten Below

Friends call me Snow Miser Whatever I touch Turns to snow in my clutch Too much....Too much.

I'm Mister Green Christmas I'm Mister Sun I'm Mister Heat Blister I'm Mister Hundred and One They call me Heat Miser Whatever I touch Starts to melt in my clutch I'm too much!

He's Mister Green Christmas He's Mister Sun He's Mister Heat Blister He's Mister Hundred and One

They call me Heat Miser Whatever I touch Starts to melt in my clutch(He's too much) Thank you I never want to know a day That's under sixty degrees I'd rather have it eighty, ninety, one hundred's a breeze! Oh, some like it hot, but I like it really hot

He's Mister Green Christmas He's Mister Sun He's Mister Heat Blister He's Mister Hundred and One

They call me Heat Miser Whatever I touch Starts to melt in my clutch I'm too much....too much.

[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!

[coupsie-daisies]

Kinktober '23: Cockwarming | Kim Seungmin

Pairing: Kim Seungmin x Reader

Genre: Smut (minors DO NOT interact), Fluff

Summary: Seungmin has been busy with his schedules, and being away from you so much is making him miserable. Unfortunately, you both need to sleep, so you find a compromise.

WC: 1k

Warnings: Petnames, clingy Seungmin, slight angst if you squint and tilt your head a little, fingering, Seungmin barely speaks, these bitches sleepy as fuck

A/N: Short and toothrottingly sweet. Read at your own risk

Tags: @dragonofthenorth0726 // @wooyussy // @burningupp-replies // @bunnypig18 // @decaffedthoughts // @brownieracha / @ferrethyun // @snow-pegasus // @walkxthexmoon // @aesteraceae // @wonuqrtz // @mixling-blog // @wonwooz1

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Days when Seungmin had long schedules were always a little softer around the edges than days where he was fully rested. He didn't have as much energy to tease and poke at you, instead he needed the care that you so eagerly gave him.

Today was no different, the door opening late as you were preparing yourself for sleep. Seungmin had told you not to stay up waiting for him, and it was already creeping into morning hours and you had work in the morning, but still you were pushing the limits of sleepiness to see him when he got home.

"Hey, baby. There's food in the microwave for you. You haven't eaten yet, have you?" You called from where you were doing your skincare in the bathroom. Seungmin only responded with a barely audible hum, and then he was peeking into the bathroom. You could see some of the tension wash away from his shoulders when he saw you in one of his oversized hoodies and a pair of sweatpants, your hair pushed back by a Pochacco headband as you rinsed the cleanser off your face.

He came up behind you, arms snaking around your waist and face burying into your shoulder. You smiled, looking at him in the mirror as he snuggled closer to you.

"Miss me?" You teased, drying off your hand and bringing it up to stroke his hair, gently rubbing his head and listening to the happy little hum he let out. He pressed you closer to his chest, and you swore your heart was soaring. You hated seeing him so exhausted, but the way that he gravitated towards you like you were his personal portable charger.

"Yeah. Long day. You should be sleeping." He said, propping his chin up on your shoulder to peer at you in the mirror. You smiled, carrying on with your routine.

"I know, but I wanted to see you. You've been really busy lately and I missed you. Would have come to visit you if I knew you were gonna be gone all night." You said, turning to kiss his temple so he knew that you weren't upset with him. Even so, a little frown tugged at his lips and you could see the gears turning in his head.

"Come on, let's get you to bed. You can shower and eat in the morning." You said, snapping him out of his head. He didn't argue, following you into the bedroom you shared and starting to change into night clothes. You wiggled your sweatpants down and crawled into bed, waiting for him to join you.

When the bed dipped behind you, you eagerly curled closer to his warmth, enjoying the heavy weight of his arm around your waist. He kissed your neck lightly, a few careful pecks before he was nipping at the spot. You inhaled softly, squirming against him.

"Thought you said that I should be asleep." You said lowly, not wanting to disturb the peaceful quiet of the room and the little bubble of warmth that had surrounded the both of you. He huffed, his hand sneaking under the front of your hoodie and tracing against your stomach.

"You should be. Doesn't mean I can't want you." He said. You laughed quietly.

"You always want me, mister." You teased, though there was no implication that you didn't want him just as badly. It had been so long since the two of you'd had time for anything more than a quicky between your chaotic schedules and the exhaustion you were both battling.

"Just wanna be inside," He mumbled, mouth still working a mark against your pulse point, and sending undeniable waves of heat through you. You pressed back against him, feeling the bulge he was sporting press hard against your ass. "Can sleep, just miss feeling you. Always so warm and wet and perfect for me."

His words earned a little whine. You nodded.

"Yeah, I want that. Want you inside me." You muttered. Seungmin didn't waste any time, his hand snaking underneath the soft fabric of your panties so he could brush his fingertips against your slit. His movements were gentle, careful, just tracing the length of your pussy before dipping to press against your hole, spreading the wetness he coaxed out of you up to your clit and back down again until you were leaking for him. Your arousal coated his fingers now, wetting the fabric of your panties as he circled against your clit.

"Min, please." You sighed, turning to meet his lips in a slow, messy kiss. It was uncoordinated, but comfortable, it was a sum of the two of you needing each other so desperately that you couldn't function without being connected. The two of you worked in tandem to work your panties down your legs and out of the way so that his long fingers could press inside of you. He worked you open slowly, dragging his fingers perfectly against the spot that made you keen even in his sleepy state, knowing your body like it was his own, memorizing every inch of you.

And then your orgasm was washing over you, a sense of pure warmth. It wasn't a harsh one like some that he gave you, it was slow and steady, gentle waves lapping the shore, rising and falling like the tide as you relaxed against him, letting him push you through it before he was gently pulling his hand away, stroking himself and then guiding your leg so he could slide inside of you.

The two of you shared an intimate sigh as his length filled you up, stretching you out and surrounding him in your thrumming warmth. His arm nestled around your waist, pulling you closer as if trying to make up for the inevitable molecular distance between you, and you hummed contentedly, your hand finding his and lacing his fingers with yours.

"Better now?" You asked, peeking over your shoulder to see that his eyes had already fallen shut, and he only gave you a small hum in response. You couldn't blame him, your eyes were already starting to fall shut, soothed by the heavy warmth between your thighs. "Goodnight, Seungmo. Sweet dreams."

He didn't answer, just buried his face in the back of your neck, and the two of you found a moment of peace as you drifted off to sleep.

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[shaken-up-sofa]

Stop by and We’ll have a Blizzard!

He’s mister White Christmas. He’s Mr Snow, He’s mister Icicle, he’s mister Ten-Below. They call him Snow Miser, whatever he touches, turns to snow in his Clutch! He’s too Much!

She’s miss Green Christmas, Shes Ms Sun, She’s Ms Heat-blister, she’s Miss hundred-and one. They call her Heat Miser, Whatever She Touches, Starts to melt in her Clutch! She’s Too Much!

Oh and Floyd as an Elf, lolol

I posted this to one of my instagrams as well, CherryDreamer, if you’d like to check that out as well

Honestly Velvet and Veneer have been eating my brain!

[ghoul-foolery]

Flufftober, Day 13

Clothes On / Snow day

Prompt List - Kink/Flufftober Master List

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> Snow Day > Hancock/Nora >Tags: Fluff > Words: 859

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The cold was inescapable.

It was the type of cold that sank down to the bones, it chilled muscle and blood and made existing just south of miserable. Retreating inside didn’t even make it better. There was no heat. The icy chill of radioactive winter sank into the ancient bones of the State House, too.

Nora’s feet were always cold; even when she layered on threadbare socks, and kept her feet in her boots. The only time she seemed to get properly warm was when she and everyone else in Goodneighbor congregated to the barrell fires that appeared in the street right along with the first chill of winter.

The only other time was with Hancock.

The first time he welcomed Nora into his lap it was awkward. Hunkered down on the couch in his office, wrapped in blankets and sniffling from the cold, Nora would have been ready to fight when he first pulled the blankets away from her if she wasn’t freezing. Before she could even manage to swear at him, Hancock pulled her into his lap and draped the blanket over the two of them.

Hancock burned a little hotter than the average man. He didn’t have an answer for why. He chalked it up to some ghoul thing. But from that time, and anytime thereafter, Hancock was willing to share a blanket, share a bed.

And that’s where she found herself when Hancock shook her shoulder and roused her from sleep. The room was still dark — or it was until he flicked on the flashlight on her Pip-Boy.

She grimaced and recoiled under the covers.

“Nora? Hey, babe, c’mon.”

“No you come back to bed,” Nora grumbled in reply. “It’s still dark, what are you even doing?”

“Will you just get up?”

The covers were pulled back and Nora groaned fitfully, her body tucking into a tight coil as she tried to preserve warmth. Her toes almost immediately succumbed to the chill of the room, and she hated that. She’d been warm, and cozy, and asleep and Hancock disrupted the whole damn thing.

“Hancock, please…”

“No chance, Sunshine. Get up.”

“Is it important?”

“Like so fucking important.”

“Do I need my gun?”

“No.”

“Can’t be that important then.”

“Nora…” The low drawl in his voice sounded borderline dangerous. It was a sound she had come to associate being kissed breathless, with wandering hands and the warm press of naked bodies.

Or tickling. It could also lead to prodding fingers along her ribs, and breathless begging of a different sort…

“Okay, okay…” Nora sat up slowly, and was instantly greeted to her vault suit being pressed into her hands.

“Get dressed, put your shoes on, and meet me in my office.”

He left the room, closing the door behind him. The cold of the room helped Nora get dressed in record time. She dressed in layers, throwing on some old thermals and thick woolen socks before slipping into her vault suit. Then she laced herself into her boots. By the time she left Hancock’s room her fingers were starting to feel the first pangs of cold.

The office door was open, filling the landing with light. Hancock stood just beyond the mirrored couches and the coffee table. He was at the counter. His back was to her, stirring the steaming contents of two ceramic mugs. There was a quilt folded up, resting just off to the side.

“So what are you up to, mister mayor?”

He looked back over his shoulder, greeting her with one of his slanted smiles.

“Hey, just in time. Come get the blanket will you?”

Nora did, immediately tucking her hands into the fabric. With the mugs clasped in his hands, Hancock tossed his head towards the balcony door. She was on the verge of complaining, making some comment about being pulled from bed to go out into the damn cold, but she didn’t.

Nora stepped side as she opened the door, letting Hancock step out into the frigid night. Nora followed a beat later— it was snowing. It was coming down in big fluffy flakes. It coated the ground, leaving the streets of Goodneighbor cold and sparkling under a blanket of untouched snow.

“Get out here with that blanket, wouldja?”

Nora unfolded the blanket and stepped out onto the balcony with a squeaky crunch of snow.

Hancock set the mugs on the railing, and they worked together to wrap themselves in the blanket. One end wrapped around his shoulders, the other around Nora’s. They stood close, shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip. Nora snagged one of the mugs, welcoming the heat as it seeped from the ceramic.

She took a delicate sip. Hot bourbon coated her tongue, the burn of alcohol eased with the earthy sweetness of honey, and zinging with a hint of citrus. The warmth pooled in her stomach and seemed to radiate outward to her chest, her legs. When she exhaled, her breath came out in billowing steam.

“So?” Hancock murmured as he took a drink from his own mug. “Worth it?”

Nora let her head tilt into Hancock’s shoulder. A snowflake landed on her cheek.

“Worth it.”

[wanderingmind867]

Fire and Ice have always been an iconic contrast. And it's one i've always liked, for some reason. The Snow Miser/Heat Miser song from Rankin-Bass regularly gets stuck in my head, and that's a testament both to good songwriting and a good contrast between characters. Iceman and the Human Torch, Captain Cold and Heatwave, Mister Freeze and Firefly, so many good pairings come from Fire and Ice. I tend to prefer the Ice powers myself, but that's just because winter is more appealing to me than summer.

[mrtxnbxlcw]

He's Mister Icicle...! He's Mister Ten Below...! And mother does like him best! A seasonal blog for Snow Miser, from A Year Without a Santa Claus (1974) run by Fiery from @fairestmusesofthemall . Slow response time. He's here until spring makes his work turn into rain... or fog! And who needs that?!

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[wttt-daily-playlist]

Character/s: Alaska and Arizona

Favorite Lyrics:

(Who else but Alaska to be Snow Miser?)

I never wanna know a day

That's over 40 degrees.

I'd rather have it 30, 20 then 5.

Let It Freeze!

He's mister white Christmas

He's mister snow

He's mister icicle

He's mister ten below

Friends call me Snow Miser

Whatever I touch

Turns to snow in my clutch!

I'm too much

(And of course Arizona is the opposite…!)

I'm Mr. green Christmas

I'm Mr. Sun.

I'm Mr. Heat Blister

I'm Mr. One Hundred and one

They call me Heat Miser

Whatever I touch

Starts to melt in my clutch.

I'm too much!

He's mister Heat Miser

He's mister sun

He's mister heat blister

He's mister hundred and one

[selfshipgushing]

I am heavily considering shipping myself with the fucking snow miser from the 1974 christmas special the year without a santa claus he's just really silly and has nice voice also his design in the miser brothers christmas is great love his little suit in it

im mister ten beloooww

[etherealspacejelly]

currently singing to the tune of the snow miser song "im mister piss miser. im mister fuck. im mister shit fucker. im mister take a piss."

idk why. but thats how my evening is going.

[colerains]

I had an idea to draw Thalia and Ronaldo as Heat Miser and Snow Miser. I feel like every time I draw these two they're a little different. I'm gonna try to get more consistent moving forward.

🔥 🤡 🧊 She's Missus Flame Blazer. She's Missus Wick... He's Mister Chilly Winter. He's Mister Frozen Dick.