#no frost yet

[geezerwench]

Signs of Autumn

[noodles-and-tea]

I was inspired?

[girlkissergideon]

[seafoamdew]

I spy with my little eeeeye…….

[mahoganyrust]

Part 7 of Blood on Bark (vamp&werewolf) AU. - The gang plus toof man. (He and Hiccup are fraternal twins in this AU btw)

Ask and ye shall receive @midoristeashop here’s the full Hiccup fit. XD

[sweeteastart]

Jack Frost

[dragonairice]

October 8: Turning things into Pokemon tends to be a favorite prompt of mine, and this year, the category is… fast food! Take any fast food of your choice, create a Pokemon, and name it!

For Sanderstober Day 8 I present to you...

HERMBURGER (I'm sorry the name is so funny to me ghfjdfgjd)

I haven't designed a pokemon in a while so it's a bit iffy but I like it!! I based it off a burger and a hermit crab (I know we already have hermit crab pokemon but the idea had me in a chokehold and wouldn't leave)

It's pincers double as stingers, hence the poison typing. Like a lot of poisonous species it has bright and attractive colours to lure in prey :3

(Obligatory new Thomas Sanders song mention because 'Yours' is coming out today and you guys should listen to it!)

Also here's some sketches I made when brainstorming:

[that1notetaker]

Hey!! I hope you dont mind, but your reverse time travel au inspired me to draw these :)

If i end up making more (which is very likely) i'll be sure to send them too! Hope you have a wonderful timezone and take care! <3<3<3<3

@itsybitsybatsyspider THIS IS EVERYTHING. THE SHIRTS. THE EVERYTHING. HAHAH. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ART??? IT MADE MY DAY. And the next two that followed. You gave me so many ideas in so little time. I wanted to draw something in response-

Hiccup, in the future, away from everything he's ever known, managing an absurd amount of new information everywhere all at once and tinkering around to help himself process: Jack: ...I can work with that. Jack, with no money because technically he doesn't exist: Okay that's going to complicate things.

[flovoid]

Fed love from silver spoons, reasons to be grateful… 🥄ᯓ★

[atlaskingg]

freak doodles of the day... love doing these daily doodles! i hope you guys are enjoying em too :)

[datcrazyanniegurl]

I still think about "more than you know" a lot tbh; such a masterpiece *chefs kiss*

[crowliphale]

the various photos of roslof's house (that weren't previously put there by roslof...)

[incorrect-upon-a-witchlight]

Gideon: Oh my Kremy.

Frost: Don't you mean 'oh my god'?

Gideon: You worship your god, I'll worship mine.

[xshimaeraxx]

okay but what if jack was originally a spring spirit. what if he was a spring spirit but got turned into a winter one by manny, or mother nature, or fuck, even pitch - but for this one let's go with mother nature.

no one'd believe him. he'd've been around for, what, 50 years before she changed him, at most, bc i imagine that's how long it takes for immortal spirits to catch notice of any newbies, esp given how jack seems to be the only (major/[ ] who stays there] spirit in burgess. so. 51 or 53 years in, MN comes in, goes, "hey yeah you're a winter sprite now" and jack just goes "what the fu-??"

he assumes, for the next decade or so, that it's a joke. (whenever faced with evidence it's true, he stays in denial for another six.)

it can't be true, ignoring how his mud-brown hair has turned white (there's only one stripe of brown left, by the time the movie comes about. he dyes it the same shade of ice-white the rest of his hair has turned into over the last 300 years; the reminder is more painful then anything, at that point, and so it's better left forgotten, in his book) and his well-tanned skin into the pale complexion of the likes of which he's only ever seen on winter seasonals. ignoring how one of his eyes is now bright lakewater-blue instead of both of them being sun-shone gold-brown, how his freckles are white like little snowdrops embedded into his skin instead of like miniature sunflowers sprouting themselves again and again with every new spring.

and now imagine how hard it'd be for jack, to transition from Type A to Type fuckin' Z, even if slowly - but isn't that even more painful, in the end? he loses the ability to make his flowers, his vines, his grasses, his trees - he gets sluggish in early spring and is conked out every time by the 30th of the first month of the too-warm (much, much too warm, and when has anything ever been too warm for him?) season, no matter how much he tries to stay awake, to see just someone's flowers even if not his own. he fails. he always, always fails.

then '68 comes around. things go wrong, jack gets upset, he can't remember why, and he makes a storm - even after all this time he's still shite at controlling his winter magic: he gets a scar from bunny aswell as a flower - a snowdrop, ironically enough; his old namesake, 'fore he became jack frost instead of jack snowdrop - and bunny a scar and a few snowflakes from him when winter finally comes 'round again.

then 2012 comes around, and, well. there's no point TELLING the guardians that he used to be a spring sprite, not when they'd never believe him, bunny especially. he'd take it as an insult, probably. some kind of mockery, some slight against him and all his fellow spring seasonals (once jack's fellow spring seasonals, but not anymore, NEVER anymore) - after all, if no one else ever believed him when he tried to explain what'd happened, what MN had done to him, had changed him, they'd all just laughed.

(well, laughed and then hurt him, but that's besides the point).

but THEN bunny catches him trying - and failing - to make animated flowers using his frost; they melt as soon as their shape solidifies. mother nature'd changed him so much, jack thinks, a tad bitterly, that he can't even make anything vaguely spring-y with his own (new, strange, wrong) element.

"why can't'cha make those? ya made that frost-bunny for jamie jus' fine," asks bunny.

"yeah, well, why don't'cha ask miss mother nature that question and then get back to me in three-to-give business days," jack grumbles, not even making a paltry attempt to hide the bitterness, the borderline resentment in his voice for mother nature, for the one who changed him, the one who ruined him. resentment's a dangerous thing, jack knows, but he thinks he's allowed it, in this one case.

(he'd never resented the moon as much as he'd resented mother nature.)

bunnymund blinks, taken aback, ears flipping back to press against his furred neck. taps his foot against the ground, gently. he's still looking at jack, looking at his failing, melting, broken frostflowers, his one visible blue eye - jack'd always kept his other one hidden, 'least round him and all the other guardians. the one time bunny'd tried to ask, the frostbite'd gotten all defensive, and so bunnymund'd let it drop - dead and tired.

(jack didn't look back, even as he felt eyes on him, heard the sound of bunny's signature tunnel opening and then close, once again.)

and then bunny does just that.

[brutlia]

i bet she's never had a backstreet guy

[blue-uppercase]

Yes but what if Gideon proposes to Kremy and Kremy's initial reaction isn't to admire/take the ring but to hold Gideon. What then