Winter Spirits - Joan

(aka a Drabble series about spending winter with the ROs)

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The fire crackles and blazes orange, washing over your faces as you huddle around it. You don’t have a fireplace but Joan had suggested pulling up a video of one on your laptop. It’s surprisingly cozy with the snow falling outside and a good book in hand.

Jo had opted for a thick textbook they found at the library, no surprise there. They were curled into a blanket, cradling a steaming mug of tea. The loveseat was small enough that even sitting on opposite ends you were pressed into each other's space. You watch as they turn a page then bring the mug up to their face, not drinking but just letting the steam waft over them with a content smile.

You feel the urge to reach over and hold their no-doubt cold face in your own hands. Instead you reach for the mug, your mug of tea that they’ve commandeered for warmth. They relent their hold to allow you a sip without looking up from their book. Heat blooms down your throat and you suspect it's not wholly from the tea. When you hand it back, your hand lingers over their cold fingers tentatively.

This seems to garner their attention and their pale eyes meet yours, studying you. They come to some mental conclusion, transferring the mug to one hand and letting the other wrap delicately around your own. They turn back to their book and it's only when they give your hand a small squeeze that you realize your own book sits abandoned on your lap.

jultiderna

the key ingredient is you..

I’d give anything. Just let him live.

The Wild Hunt - AnatoFinnstark

ghostly snow adventures!

Winter in Spring

Danny was not a spirit of the seasons, he didn't have any idea if those kinds of spirits existed out of movies, what he did know was that for some reason the flowers were behaving rather strangely in one particular dimension right at the beginning of spring. And although he certainly didn't want to affect the place he knew he had to investigate it.

From what it seemed: strange plants that glowed just like those born in the Infinite Realms were appearing in Gotham and coming to life on their own. At first he suspected Undergrowth but the Ancient was offended by the accusation and commented that he was too busy in his haunt to care about a random city. Which turned out to be true.

Then he thought that maybe it was fine: the bright flowers seemed harmless (although they were very very...alive?) and didn't hurt anyone. That was until a red-haired girl seemed to upset them and they started attacking everyone around them; unfortunately, because they were ghost flowers they could dodge attacks very easily and the "heroes" couldn't defend themselves.

So, with no other options Danny traveled to Gotham and well, to put it simply he became a fake winter spirit; what else was he supposed to do? He needed an alibi and to spread ice as quickly as possible. Telling Gothamites that winter was coming early because of him was the least of his problems.

What he didn't expect was that after turning the city into a wasteland of ice and snow (and saving them from the invasion of ghost flowers, you're welcome), some guys in bat suits would start following him around with questions. He also didn't expect one of them to stare at him and ask if he'd be back in winter, he wondered if faking his identity was a good idea.

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Winter Spirits - Ash

(aka a Drabble series about spending winter with the ROs)

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Cold bites into your fingers, crystals of ice melting with the heat of your skin. You really should have worn gloves but you were only out for a walk with Ash when they spotted a patch of snow not yet melted from the unseasonably warm weather. Too warm for a white Christmas but frigid enough to seep through your winter coat.

You ball the hard packed snow in your hand, making a lumpy head for the tiny snowman Ash has built. It’s barely a foot tall and leaning dangerously to one side with little granite pebbles for buttons and crooked stick-arms. Ash had even managed to find two clumps of mica for the eyes that shine when you stick them to the head.

They’re telling you about the properties of the mineral, their own eyes shining, when a dog breaks free of its owner's hold and barrels off the path, bulldozing the snowman between you. It jumps at Ash with its tail wagging excitedly and tries to lap at their face. The owner rushes over, apologies spilling out, but Ash just turns to you and laughs bright enough that you feel warm despite the chill of the day. After ensuring the owner that it was no trouble, you both head back to the path, Ash’s hand clasped in yours, icy fingers tangled together.

anybody remember when we used to post mile-long sketch dumps on deviantart dot com. Yeah not me *sweats*

anyway pls take a sketch dump from the last few months of 2023 :))) thank you for such a fun and rewarding year on this blog!! 🥂✨

(hijack yuri very much inspired by @jackshiccup’s lovely illustration)

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SPIRIT GUIDE LYNX

Timing is everything. The Lynx asks you to wait, observe and pounce when an opportunity presents itself. Be patient. Your moment will come.

Lately I've often been visited in my dreams by special animals I've never dreamt of before. Especially the Lynx showed itself three times for me, showing its cubs to me, being playful and lettng me pet it too. I felt inspired to draw the Lynx after those dreams and I hope I managed to get the warmness in its eyes across. I'm happy to be in such good company at night.

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Kiel James Patrick

Ill-tempered and bitingly cold is what winter is often seen as, with blinding snowfalls and wicked winds that cut into your skin, yet there is also an eerie silence that accompanies the thick blanket of snow that covers the island itself. If you stand still near the winter fairies mountains, then you will hear nothing, for the mountains themselves shield the winter fairies from prying eyes, but shall you somehow find your way to go all the way west on the Firstborn Meadow, then an eerie song will echo in the distance. The sounds are sometimes deep, and sometimes loud and sharp; and always so jarring and cold. The waters on the lakes are freezing solid, and it is the only way the Firstborn fairy of winter can let his own voice trail and form into uncanny songs far too strange for any Big Folk to understand.

Error holds nothing secret during his winter. It is the time of year when you’ll see and know him as ancient and ethereal, and the sounds of his songs will not falter… until the winds of spring are near.

You’ve succeeded in portraying the otherworldly nature of this darling fairy of winter, @aoi-kanna. Error is definitely the strangest looking of the Firstborn fairies, and though they all are so incredibly different and mystical to even other fairies around them, Error certainly has always possessed that special unique appearance; beautiful and terrifying, just like his beloved winter. Wonderful work!

Error by loverofpiggies

Fairyverse Error design by Lunnar-Chan