#snow playtime

[vocaloidderivativeotd]

Today's Vocaloid derivative of the day is:

Snow Miku 2011: Snow Playtime Ver. by KEI!

[purr-in-ink]

Started a snow sculpture today, but no gloves meant cold hands and I had to leave it like this 🐈‍⬛🤍

[realrosielol]

It’s been raining a lot lately

always have an umbrella on hand !!

[gagedraws]

We were fed a lot of HORROR games this year, huh?

[alittleplaytime]

Snow White Cottagecore Stimboard!!

🍎 👑 🍏 | 🍎 👑 🍏 | 🍎 👑 🍏

🌼 media: snow white and the seven dwarves

🐝 age appropriate? yes! this movie is rated g, so anyone can watch it <3 i highly recommend it, it has such a pretty style and i love the aesthetics of this movie <3

🍯 rqd by: @spectralinvestigator

🌻 note: i hope this ticked all your boxes well, i tried to keep it cohesive! <3

[darktapufifi]

Enbies in the snow!

Ft. my Crittersona and Poe

Artwork made by @novalizinpeace! Def recommend checking out her Christmas YCH → linked here

Shout-out to whoever can recognize the scarf my Crittersona has on (answer under the cut)

[doom-dreaming]

High Flakes Combat

“Blue Lead,” Linda’s whisper cuts across TEAMCOM, crisp and several degrees colder than the icy landscape. “Hostiles approaching your position.”

Fred, tucked behind the trunk of a towering pine tree, exhales a slow, measured breath. Waiting. Listening. Without his motion tracker, only the crunch of footsteps in the snow—and Linda—could tell him when their opponents were closing in.

There. Fifteen meters out. He motions to John, positioned behind an adjacent tree. On my signal.

…ten meters…

Cover me. Go high.

…five meters…

John nods. Fred tightens his grip on his weapon.

Now.

As one, they pivot, breaching cover. Fred drops to a knee, attacking swiftly, before their adversary has a chance to retaliate.

The snowball hits Ash directly in the center of his chestplate. Active camouflage flickers briefly, then recalibrates, as the young Spartan crashes dramatically to his knees before sprawling backward, motionless.

Fred doesn’t let the theatrics distract him. The other two had to be nearby and the round wasn’t over until— A snowball whizzes past his head, followed by a sharp curse—out loud, close. He catches a shimmer of white on white as Olivia leaps to find cover and “reload,” but John is faster.

The snowball hits her thigh before she can complete her maneuver and she slides to a dejected halt in a snowbank. “Dammit! Mark!” she calls out. “You’re on your own!”

Fred doesn’t hear a verbal response. He knows he won’t, Mark’s too good to give away his position— Thwap. Fred’s vision goes fuzzy and white as Mark’s snowball connects with his visor, splattering on impact. Fred groans and flashes a red status light across his team’s HUDs. He’d be out until the next round.

“He’s on the move!” Linda barks over the comms.

Fred folds himself cross-legged into the snow and wipes his visor clean just in time to see Kelly bounding over a nearby ridge, clutching a snowball in each fist.

“I’ve got him!” She goes streaking across the snow toward a barely-visible figure—also sprinting.

Mark wouldn’t be able to outrun Kelly—a fact Fred knew the S-III was well aware of—but he was certainly trying his best.

Kelly nails Mark with both snowballs, one in the shoulder, the other in the back. He stumbles just enough that Kelly’s momentum sends her into him at full force. The clack of their colliding armor echoes like a shot as both Spartans go tumbling to the ground, sending up a minor flurry in their wake.

“Aaaaaaaand match!” Roland’s voice rings out over the simulation deck, followed by a buzzer. “Blue Team takes the win!”

“Again,” Olivia grumbles, pushing to her feet and dusting snow off her armor.

“It’s three against four,” Ash reminds her, still lying on his back a few feet from Fred.

Olivia crunches her way over and offers him a hand. “Can we make Kelly sit out the next round?”

“If you’re not having fun, leave,” John quips.

“Or maybe you should switch Kelly to our team and see how it feels,” Livi bites back, helping Ash haul himself to his feet.

“Fighting over me?” Kelly rejoins the group with Mark close behind. “I’m flattered.”

Fred chuckles. It was good to see Olivia trading barbs with John. The Gammas had warmed up to him quickly—and he to them—and it wasn’t hard to understand why. Fred was sure the S-IIIs had given him some new streaks of gray hair, but at the same time, they made him feel younger. He hoped they were having the same effect on John.

“So…” drawls a familiar voice, raised just loud enough to carry, “this is the reason my fireteams can't train today? A snowball fight.”

Every Spartan in the simulated snowscape whips toward the entrance. Commander Palmer stands at the far edge of the scene, arms crossed. She looks odd and out of place, a lone figure in a techsuit against the stark white surroundings, but no less intense than usual.

“Thought we’d try something different from the typical drills, ma’am,” Fred coughs. He’s not sure why he feels guilty; they’d requested the time and blocked out the schedule and followed protocol…even if they hadn’t said precisely what they’d be doing…

Before anyone else has a chance to speak, a snowball goes sailing over Fred’s shoulder, on a collision course for Palmer. She’s too far away to hit, but the aim is dead-accurate and it lands with a wet plap several yards directly in front of her.

Even at this distance, Fred sees her eyes narrow. The vague guilt solidifying in his gut crystallizes into ice. He knows who threw that and he’s already, reflexively, preparing for the necessary damage control—and for Linda, no less. Kelly he was used to, but Linda?

Palmer shifts her weight and fixes the seven of them with a hard stare that lasts long past the point of being uncomfortable. “Don’t go anywhere,” she eventually orders, leveling a finger in their direction. “I’ll be back in ten minutes.” Without leaving any opportunity for rebuttal, she turns on her heel and swiftly disappears from the deck.

Immediately, Linda’s status light starts blinking rapid-fire green across Blue Team’s HUDs. Kelly follows suit.

“Really?” Fred grumps over TEAMCOM.

“Can you blame her if it worked?” Kelly retorts.

“Yes! You’re making an assumption and setting a bad example.” He switches to his helmet’s speakers. “Gammas, don’t throw things at your commanding officers.”

“Unless you’re sleeping with them,” Kelly adds, with enough tact to keep the comment on Blue Team’s private channel.

Another green light from Linda.

Fred willfully ignores both of them.

“...we’re not in trouble, are we?” Ash removes his helmet and shakes out his hair. “To be honest…I don’t know what just happened.”

Kelly seats herself on a tree stump, legs akimbo, smugness oozing from every seam of her armor. “Palmer’s getting suited up to come play with us.”

Ash seems unconvinced but Mark shrugs. “She’ll balance the numbers. We might even start winning.”

Only Blue Team can see—and appreciate—the red light John flashes in silent response.

**********

As threatened, Palmer returns exactly ten minutes later, fully armored aside from the helmet tucked into the crook of her arm. “Okay, here’s the official story.” She strides up to the group. “We’re running an unorthodox but fully sanctioned training exercise all day.”

“I’ve cleared the schedule and put out an open invitation,” Roland chimes in. “As requested.”

Palmer nods her approval. “Figured I’d let you have your fun on the condition that the rest of us could get in on it too.” She raises an eyebrow. “Sound fair?”

“Fair enough,” Fred answers, echoing the array of green lights on his HUD. “Alright. Ground rules—we’re running blind for this, Commander. No motion trackers.”

She looks pleased. “I like a challenge.”

“If you get hit, you’re out for the round,” he continues. “Once you’re out, you can’t help anyone still standing. Round ends when a whole team goes down.” Fred nods toward the ceiling. “Roland’s keeping score.”

“Huh,” Palmer hums. “So you knew about this, too, Roland?”

“I…was informed the exercise would require a scorekeeper instead of a handler,” the AI answers, somehow managing to achieve the verbal equivalent of tip-toeing. “And I volunteered a mere fraction of my copious attention to the task.”

Palmer just rolls her eyes.

Ash clears his throat and steps forward. “If you wouldn’t mind, ma’am, we’d greatly appreciate it if you joined our team.”

“They’ve been wiping the floor with us,” Olivia adds, somewhat ruefully.

Palmer looks back and forth between Blue Team and the Gammas with a hint of a smirk. “Well.” She slips her helmet on. “Allow me to level the playing field.”

**********

And indeed, the tide began to turn. Quickly. It wasn’t that the Gammas couldn’t hold their own, but Palmer was a different flavor of ruthless and even numbers did make a difference.

Kelly, as Blue Team’s sole survivor, was in the midst of a valiant stand, but she was up against Palmer and Olivia and they were going in for the kill. Up to this point, Kelly had been relying on her speed to evade them, but Fred doubted that would be able to carry her any further.

Palmer and Livi split around the back of the snowbank Kelly had hidden behind, falling into synchronized step with each other, timing their paces perfectly. Palmer’s boots fall heavier and louder, covering Olivia’s near-silent glide around the other side.

The strategy is obvious, at least from Fred’s position of passive observation—Palmer would draw Kelly’s attention, Olivia would come up on her flank and take her out. And it would work, too…on anyone less observant than Kelly. Fred has a feeling she’ll see right through it. But one of them was going to hit her either way, so it didn’t really matter as far as the outcome was concerned.

Surprisingly, a third option presents itself. Fred realizes after a few seconds that he’s been holding his breath, expecting Kelly to explode out of the snow and make a run for it, but…she doesn’t.

Palmer reaches the other side of the snowdrift and slows, confusion evident in her body language. She paces around the area, making sure not to stay still for too long, obviously reluctant to let her guard down completely. Fred can see the hazy mirage of Olivia’s SPI suit still moving in with careful deliberation.

There was no way Kelly could have moved. She hadn’t had enough time. More importantly, she would’ve been spotted if she’d tried to flee, so why couldn’t—

Palmer disappears. One second, she’s standing on the other side of the snowbank, visible from the waist up, and the next second she’s gone. Fred can’t see much of anything, but there are sounds of a scuffle and the blur of camouflaged armor as Livi sweeps in to assist with whatever the hell had just happened.

Barely a breath later, Roland announces the end of the match. “And Gammas-Plus-Palmer emerge victorious! …or should I say Olivia, specifically, seeing as she is the last Spartan standing. You know, you really oughta come up with a better name for your team—”

There’s a burst of indignant exclamations and flustered cursing from Palmer. She reappears only to rip her helmet off and kick some snow back in the direction from which she’d escaped.

Olivia removes her own helmet; Fred is surprised to see her laughing. “She got you good!” There’s a giddiness in her voice that Fred’s never heard before, but she seems to remember who she's talking to a moment later. “...ma’am.”

Kelly pops up beyond the ridge. She remains helmeted but Fred knows there’s a shit-eating grin on her face just from her posture alone.

“What happened?” He shouts the question out loud.

“She buried herself in the fucking snow and pulled my legs out from under me,” Palmer growls as she trudges over.

“And then I hit Kelly point-blank in the face!”

Olivia’s gleeful comment is backed by Kelly’s laughter over TEAMCOM. “Worth it.”

“Hey!” A different voice cuts into the conversation, once again pulling everyone’s attention toward the entrance. “Heard there was some kinda free-for-all goin’ on in here?” Gabriel Thorne stands flanked by the rest of Fireteam Majestic, all in full Mjolnir. “Got room for another team?”

Palmer waves them in. “Come on up, Majestic. We’ll get you briefed on the rules.” She sighs and fits her helmet back on. “Hope you’re ready to get your asses kicked.”

**********

An hour later, after Majestic had carved out a few victories of their own, Crimson shows up. Rules are recounted, home bases are realigned, play resumes. Within another two hours, there are four more Spartan fireteams on the field. Alliances are formed, both openly and secretly. Several hours are devoted to building snow forts. Play evolves. Forts are defended and captured, sabotaged and reinforced.

And then Lasky arrives.

“Captain on deck!” Roland bellows.

The silence that blankets the simulation deck is instantaneous and absolute. Nobody moves. If the snowballs already in flight could have frozen in midair, they probably would’ve. Instead, they land in a chorus of muffled thwumps.

Lasky stands there for a few seconds, small and unimposing by the distant doors, sporting his trademark expression of beleaguered amusement—presumably at being called out. “Don’t stop on my account,” he eventually says. “I just wanted to watch. …unless there’s a team looking for a liability,” he jokes with a self-deprecating chuckle.

Everyone on the field exchanges glances and shrugs. A sea of status lights blink across Fred’s HUD—most amber, some green. Finally, someone from Crimson waves Lasky over. “We’ll take you, Captain!”

He seems genuinely surprised by the invitation, but begins the trek across the snow. “Try not to kill me, alright?”

That draws laughs from most of the Spartans, but it’s John who actually banters back. “No promises, sir.”

[my-name-is-bunnyfoxy]

Okay, so I wanna draw the Smiling Critters ships of mine if they were in Disney movies, so I'm asking for some advice and help on what movies are good for the ships.

The ships in question btw:

Catnap x Dogday

Hoppy x Bobby

Crafty x Kickin

Bubba x Picky

I have had a few ideas but, ya'll feel free to give me ideas thank you very much.

[biologist4ever]

[bo-bo-bean]

And now... POEtry

(side note, uh, I knew I would love writing as Poe)

☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️

All that glitters is not gold

A flake, creating a butterfly effect

As light as one’s gentle wing

Falling endlessly from the sky, flecked

Celebrations of burgundy and green

The white bringing joy to some

The winds screeching to me

To others, a whisper or a hum

It clings to you, every drop, every flake

Different designs only to distract

Search for two of a kind, a game

But to mother nature, an impact

It sucks the warmth of you dry

Every part of your life drained out

Glimmering death, beautiful fear

A different path of life, a darker route

Whoever you were, they vanish

Melted away like the snow in spring

A mass grave of heavy chill

All while the blizzard taunts, it sings

May the mistletoe distract your horror

Let the colorful food dull your dread

And let's forget, for the one moment in time

That the snow is meekly for the dead

[heart-star]

I drew this after thinking of the parts of Mario & Sonic at winter olimpics where the player can ice skate in pairs.if you get it Catnap & Bobby signed up to perform for a dance on ice for a winter festival like it happens in other specials.

As you see I also added Smitten kitten from gametoons videos because I like putting her as character in a critters cartoon despite she's crazy, yes Catnap at the beginning started doing advances with Bobby just in attempt to make Smitten kitten go away and he would've explain later but at some point he realize how he really enjoyes being with Bobby as a couple.

[phoenix-aku]

Drop ur lad in my ask box and I might draw them :3

Rules ► I won't do everyone's so please don't take it personally if I don't choose yours. This is merely something for me to do in my free time. ► Be respectful. Don't be an entitled ass as I owe you nothing. This includes bothering me about if I'm going to do your request. I will not even consider doing it if you do this. ► Flat colored references preferred. ► No IRL images. ► No traditional references. ► You can request as many times as you like/give me a variety of characters to choose from, just don't spam.

♥ Pastel/Soft Colored Characters     ✗ NSFW ✓ Anthros/Ferals                     ✗ Mechas ✓ Humans/Humanoids                   ✗ Fetishes ✓ Fan Characters                     ✗ Hate/Offensive/Problematic Shit ✓ Canon Characters                   ✗ IRL People ✓ Couples (OC x Canon Included)

[theveniceangel]

Meet the head of the creative team at Playtime Co, the creator of Holly Jolly, and the mother of Theodore Grambel, the lovely Evelyn Snow!

Back when she was still human, Evelyn graced the halls of Playtime Co with her presence, she was as sweet as a song, she was smart, caring, and above all, creative.

Evelyn grew up in England, but she moved to America to start a new chapter in her life, she never expected that she would end up working for a toy factory, let alone being the head of the creative team.

She's created many great toys, including the lovely Holly Jolly, and has contributed so much to the company.

Then came the fateful day she met Theodore Grambel, she took interest in him and decided she wanted to try to talk to him, Leith didn't think she could do it, telling her that Theodore was practically impossible due to his closed off, introverted nature.

But that didn't stop Evelyn, and she ended up becoming Theodore's caretaker, the big difference between Evelyn and the other adults Theodore had interacted with (Especially Leith) is that Evelyn actually took the time to not only listen to Theodore, but also try to understand him.

She still did try her best when it came to Theodore, and surprisingly, she actually got him to like her, the two ended up becoming really close, and on Theodore's birthday, Theodore asked her if he could call her mother.

Evelyn actually teared up at this, and she not only told him that he could call her mother, but she promised him right there and then that she would adopt him.

They loved each other dearly.

Unfortunately she never got the chance to adopt him, because only a few days after, Theodore had his accident, and after being cruelly denied the chance to see him again, Evelyn decided enough was enough, and decided to finally go public with all the evidence collected (She collected BOXES worth), and finally expose Playtime Co.

Unfortunately....She got caught, and in order to keep her from squabbling, they decided, in a cruel twist irony to turn her into the very doll she created.

Holly's misfortune unfortunately doesn't end there, because The Prototype actively saw Holly as a threat, he thought that since Evelyn and Theodore had a close bond, that Holly might actually be able to get through to Catnap and make him come to his senses.

So to prevent this, The Prototype captured Holly and locked her in a closet in the school, he then lied to Catnap saying that his mother had abandoned him, which made him a lot easier to manipulate.

Unfortunately for The Prototype, he did not expect a certain brunette, and her two companions to actually find and free her.

I hope you like her, let me know your thoughts in the comments, and I love you my Venice Angels.

💗Credit to Kate-FoX on DeviantArt for the base.

@bumblehoneybee @citruslullabies @queenofwerewolves @clg-artisa

[playhousemassacrez]

The Babies

Baby! Circus Baby

Baby! Poppy

Baby! Pomni

(Inspired by @pineappleprincess0604)

[alittleplaytime]

Jellycat Snow Dragon Stimboard!!

🧊 ☁ ❄ | 🧊 ☁ ❄ | 🧊 ☁ ❄

🌼 media: none!

🐝 age appropriate? -

🍯 rqd by: no one <3

🌻 note: my irl bought me this cutie so i wanted to make a board for them!! i haven't chosen a name yet but i thinks they'll go by they/them!!

[photozoi]

Enter, stage left, Mr the Mung Bean pursued by his Uncle the Imp.

Snow Battle!

The Imp, being 10 pounds lighter than his nephew, takes advantage of the underbrush.

Two of the happiest little dogs in the PNW.

the Imp, the Mung Bean- Silken Windhounds