#the snowdowns

[charlotte-of-wales]

Lady Margarita Armstrong-Jones on the cover of the May issue of Tatler Magazine ahead of her 21st birthday.

[lavitaliz]

LA LIZ BY LORD SNOWDOWN

[the-storm-chaser]

//All the Snowdown 24 muses! (I am not tagging people...theres too many X'D)

Thank you for all the asks! These were fun!

Til next year...maybe-

[super5tarfruit]

Mini-comic: Sans & Kris ☃️

(by Starbe)

Sans takes Kris to the store early in the morning because Kris really really wants chocolate. "so, you're wanting a chocolate bar?...at 6 in the morning? heh heh, i can get you one." Sans takes him there, but right before he attempts the front door, "oh- wait..."

"heh heh i forgot my keys.." He forgot his keys...??? Kris, fueled by the steely grips of chocolate hunger, strengthens an arm to the ground ready to respond to Sans with a cold snowball to the face.

...Sans noticing the abrupt escalation quickly mimics Kris. So, the sno'down begins. A few hours later, and the two are sufficiently covered in the cold, wet shell of the icy ground.

"Truce?" says Sans, now being exhausted from pummeling ice-spheres towards a child.

*Kris gives a look that agrees. * Noelle, who happened to be passing by on her way to school, stood with her mouth gaped open. It appeared there was a, sort of, massive circle with a battle radius extending out. Somehow, the two had perfectly cleared the entire street of snow + the sidewalk, the roof and part of the next-door neighbor's yard with a total area of almost exactly pi*r^2. Noelle would know this because she's a NERD. HAH.

anyways, have a good day, thank you (you) for reading this! ily

[silly-storm-chaser]

Holiday icon request for Noelle

//Defo more of a 'new year's' look, but it looked cute ^_^

[steel-and-fire]

"Happy holidays Fen!" she chirps as she approaches his workshop carrying a basket with a freshly baked pie to celebrate the holidays.

"Oh, Nessa! You're here!", he pokes his head out, and then jumps off after a few seconds.

"Happy Snowdown!!!", he muses and greets her with a smile and a wave, carrying something as well.

A round object covered by cloth.

"In the spirit of this year's decision to make something practical and useful of my art for all my friends...

I made you a buckler!", he revealed the item to be a small, arm strap shield, decorated with runic engravings in a spiral.

"You simply strap it on your arm, and you can carry it on your belt without it getting in the way of your every day life."

...

"Also that pie smells delicious-"

[jtalis]

“quit hogging all the warmth, you oaf, scoot over.” cold jayvik in the winter? yes :)

every year without fail,   the talis family home comes alive with laughter,   a warm bastion even within the freezing air that nips at piltover in the winter.   a record spins with the crackling of appropriately festive   (  if not a touch old-fashioned  )   music,   and as jayce huddles in front of the fireplace with a blanket around his shoulders,   he can smell the cookies his mother is baking to replenish the dwindling stock on the kitchen tray.     it doesn't help that the kids at the table keep swiping handfuls to stuff into their pockets 'for later',   or that forge worker axel has been eating double his weight in sugar.

their guests are many.   most are laborers of the talis forge and their families:   wives and husbands and sons and daughters,   whom jayce has long since settled into a comfortable intimacy with.   many of those who toil away under the crest of talis were there long before jayce was even born,   and even more of them were present to see him learn to toddle on two feet and count on his fingers and ride a bicycle.   their children are his nieces and nephews and cousins,   their partners his aunts and uncles.   a bond forged not by blood,   but by togetherness.   by his forefathers' love for the city and its people,   by the talis commitment to do what is best for them.   aside from the loneliness that pervades jayce's family home,   as it has since his father's untimely passing,   this is the reason why his mother takes special care to host this liveliness every snowdown.

he finds himself joined soon by his partner,   admittedly to little surprise.   they have long since established an uneasy,   almost symbiotic relationship in the demands of their bodies:   jayce,   ever-warm and constantly working up a sweat,   finds solace in viktor,   who is almost like a reptile in his body's refusal to retain heat.     the opposite applies,   and his partner bumps shoulders with him to pointedly scowl in ' i'm cold. '   as requested   (  ordered,   more like,   though jayce doesn't mind  )   he scoots down to center viktor at the lintel,   but not before pulling the other man to his flank and draping the blanket over the both of them with a smile.   “   better  ?   ”

the talis family has been hosting these little gatherings since jayce can remember, but this is the first he's invited viktor. it's the nostalgia of the music and the chatter of the people and the buzz of champagne that sees him forget propriety,   even amongst company,   and he leans in to press a chaste kiss to the other's temple.   “   happy snowdown,   viktor.   ”

[draklorn]

Bells ring out in a jolly rhythm, in time with the prancing trot of the dark steed they were tied to. Along it's bridle and harnessing, the metal choir jingles merrily. Having heard enough hooves come to a stop, and thump against the snow covered path until the reverbing chimes fade out.

It's rider, wrapped in a festive coat with fuzzy lining, smiles as a gloved hand gently brushes through it's decorated mane and pets it's withers. "Now now, Summer's. We have work to see through. Only you are capable of getting all of these gifts to their destinations in time."

Unmoved by the rousing motivation, a heavy hoof hits the snow once more, ears twitching at the irritating, jolly air. So far removed from the imposing and battle-ready visuals it had grown so accustomed to, Summer's Bane wondered; where had it's dignity gone? Not even a persuading squeeze to it's sides would get the beast to move even a stop more. With a conceeding sigh, Devan leans forward from their seat in the saddle. With a hand holding to a horn, their other brushes the woolen neck of their steed adoringly. "...And, once our work is complete, it will be your reward time. The biggest and most delicious servings, all for the deliverer of Snowdown festivities. And of course, as many treats as you desire."

As if the word had unlocked it's knees, Summer's Bane sprang to life. Galivanting back down the snowy path, Devan is thrown into their seat, the gifts behind them helping the priest from falling completely. Even so, they cannot help but laugh with a matching enthusiasm, giving the reins a good shake, and jostling the tied bells as they ride off into the young night.

[chaotick-musings]

"Merry snowdown!~" A gift for sett! - A very aged bottle of japanese whiskey from Chiasa, and a stuffed dog from Iyana. (she had no clue what to get him).

"Oh wow..." He smiled broadly at both the gifts, the japanese whiskey was expensive that much he could tell, but the stuff dog felt like a heartwarming gift in itself.

"There are great gifts...we'll share some drinks with the Kami then! And I'll ask Iyana how you say dog in her language to name this little buddy~"

[piltover-sharpshooter]

"Happy Snowdown!~" Chiasa comes with a few gifts! Some fancy sake, this year's ugly sweater - and what seemed like a broken rooftile, with a date engraved on it. 3/12/24. "..I dunno why I want ya ta have that - might be more of a gift fa me than fa ya." She acknowledged with a sheepish laugh. "Merry Christmas-" Iyana had her own gift to give - a keychain with a design of a cute hawk, as well as a handful of hawk feathers. "..Consider this a placeholder-" For when her work was done, probably.

"Oh my! Both of you shouldn't have! I already have more than enough!" Regardless she couldn't help but smile and admire all the gifts. She almost inmediately put on the ugly sweater, opened the sake for them to drink, had the keychain hanging from one of the hooks on her bedroom and put the broken tile on her bedside table.

"Merry Christmas and Happy Snowdown!" She hugged both of them and gave each a kiss.

[chucksnerdthoughts]

The Powerpuff Girls Winter Snowdown Showdown #1

That was cute! I def enjoyed that. It was a little long, but idk how they could have shortened it at all. Though IDK if we needed the Him fight at the end. They're new outfits were adorable though. Yeah, this was a nice little story!

-Chuck

[charlotte-of-wales]

Lady Margarita Armstrong-Jones on the cover of the May issue of Tatler Magazine ahead of her 21st birthday.

[graphicpolicy]

Preview: The Powerpuff Girls Winter Snowdown Showdown #1

The Powerpuff Girls Winter Snowdown Showdown #1 preview. It’s the holiday season and that means ice skating, cookie baking, and, above all finding the ideal gift for Professor Utonium! #comics #comicbooks

[the-storm-chaser]

🎄+ Ava! Maybe with a Hanukkah theme?

//I'm blue da ba dee da ba dae ~

[aurelion-solar]

Winterblessed Shaco Concept Art - YuHong Shen

[roguequartz]

Happy Birthday, Viktor!

Little minis of gingerbread cookies Jayce and Viktor made for Snowdown/Viktor's birthday. Jayce also surprised Viktor with a homemade cake and sweetmilk.

(Of course Jayce signed his cookies)