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[fatehunted]

incoming transmission ... :: from @yjstce / cameron mahkent. ❝ this isn’t supposed to matter. you’re not supposed to matter. ❞ meme || accepting!

It's cold.

But the frost is something she finds comfort it, no matter how it pricks at her skin or the way her breath spirals out of her mouth every time she exhales. She's used to it, and she finds herself longing for this cold.

And even after all this time, the source of it still makes Artemis freeze.

She's taken aback by what he says. How they stand nowadays on opposite sides, with him crumbling under the pressures of his father while she had barely managed to escape from the same fate. And even after everything, she stares at him in the same way she did when she was fourteen.

Grey meets blue. Storm meets blizzard.

❝ Neither are you, ❞ Artemis grits out and she rolls her head back. Her eyes remain fixated on his, the jagged edges of his icy armour so unlike the softer edges that she knows like the back of her hand.

But he is.

She all but drops her bow and her next actions are beyond her thinking. She stalks over to him, hands bare and wide and grasping the jaw. Her skin wants to yield beneath the ice but she doesn't relent and she forces him to look at her.

❝ Come with me, ❞ she finally says, gaze boring into his. ❝ You don't have to do this shit anymore. Your dad doesn't matter, Cam. Come with me! ❞

[prydainroyals]

Dear Alice: Part 2

(Continued from here.)

CONTENT WARNING: Brief description of severe frostbite/injury to skin, implication of starvation, a near-death incident, and implied surgerical amputation(s).

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"... Let's start with the Chief Medical Officer.' "Harry is an absolute delight. He's softspoken and you'd be forgiven for thinking a strong wind could knock him off his feet, but...' "I've scarcely known anyone to be more dedicated to helping others."

"He spends loads of time in his office at all hours doing paperwork and the like.'

"And once when I was working the radio call system, we received an emergency signal from the other side of the island. There were tourists who needed rescuing straight away. Two hikers from the group had fallen into a cravasse in the ice while caving and Harry was the one who led the rescue team. It was deemed too dangerous to send me out there, per the Captain. But I'm told Harry is absolutely fearless when lives are on the line."

"They managed to get everyone out, thank the Watcher, but one of the hikers was half dead already."

"Harry saved the man's life but he wasn't able to save the man's right hand and left leg... I saw them when they were rushed to our medical wing, that man's skin was blackened with frostbite, hands, fingers and wrists bloated, swollen and red where the damage was still second degree. I'll never get the image out of my head, honestly.' Apparently he had gotten lost in an unexpected blizzard, so he had already been a week without food. Watcher only knows why they hadn't sent for help before they found him.' Not that losing a limb is a miracle, but no one expected him to live. No one but Harry, anyway. Fortunately, winter hadn't quite set in and we were able to airlift them to southern Nunavut en route to a special medical facility in Ontario."

"He was able to help those people survive and beat the odds. "As far as doctors and regular people go, I'd trust him with my life."

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Interlude continued.

Locations are based on the Canadian Arctic.

The outpost where this takes place is a remote station on Cabot Sound--a very fictional sound inlet on the island of Ellesmere in the territory of Nunavut, which are both real regions, adjacent to Baffin Bay and Greenland.

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[bluerosefox]

Little Marriage Demands

Just had a funny idea I wanna share.

Deaged!Dani/Ellie and Dan! Princess and Prince of the Infinite Realms! Ghost King/Mom Danny! Maybe Dead on Main?

Jason stared at the determined frown on the toddler that stood in front of him. Hands on her hips and if she was actually on the floor, because she was floating a few feet off, her stance in that 'I am standing my ground' way children did when they were demanding something in a huff.

She had long white hair in a pony tail that whisped upwards like gravity was a option and glowing, almost Lazarus green but more cleaner? Neon? Compared to the pits. She was dressed as a little royal princess, complete with a tiny crown made of twinkling stars and ice crystals that were floating in a tiny aurora boleros.

Next to her, in a baby roller was an equally similar looking baby, only male from the tiny royal outfit he wore, and who also had an floating crown above its head only even smaller than the girls. The baby also had a blanket that looked it had been plucked from the galaxies itself in his tiny hands. The baby was no doubt grumpy from the pout and glaring eyes it was giving him.

"Come again?" Jason asked, trying to make heads and tails of what he was just... demanded of?

The girl took in a deep breath, huffing, and looked so freaking annoyed that she had to repeat herself, as if Jason was the one making things difficult to begin with.

"We needs yous to marries Mama so the Eyeballs stops bullying Mama to 'gets a ghost consorty!' Mama keeps beatings theirs off but its annoyings cause Mama can't plays with us anymores nows!" the girl said, her young age showing strong from the way she spoke in the way toddlers did. The baby in the walker seemed to agree with her annoyance at not being able to play with their Mama cause he gave a grumpy noise in agreement "Clockpa saids if they keeps doings this they do something baddy bad to us to try to make Mama dos as they say and Mama is gonna gets really mads and do really bads to ummm the.... multi... multiver-vers-? To alls the worlds! everythings everywhere!"

Jason took a deep breath at that tad bit of information.

What the fuck!?

The girl kept going, not caring about Jason's mental freak out.

"Sooo Clockpa, Auntie Pan, Uncie Frosty, and Auntie Gothy alls gots together to talks and they'd talked abouts yous becoming Mama's futures constory causes yous well liked bys everyones for helpings somes moves on and stoppings bads people from doing bads anymore! ANDS you are good with kids! And and re-re...respectful to peoples with Mama problems!" The girl, who had when she first showed up in his safe house and said her name was Princess Ellie, future Fright Knight and Explorer of the Infinite Realms or tried to say with her toddler speak. "Theys says yous were at the tops of the list and to maybes push yous to meets buts its takes too longgggggggggggg..."

Ellie stretched the long word out, showing just how much patience children at her age had. The baby seemed to agree with that as well when he made baby gurgle sounds and threw its tiny fists in the air.

"So's me and Dan want-teds to make it goes fasters!" Ellie said as she moved her hands from her hips and crossed her arms and floated higher up as she stared at Jason's face with a smug look of 'I'm so smart with this idea' "We sneaked offs and founds you! Nows all yous gotta do is marries Mama and the Eyeballs wills stop bullying us and leaves us alone!!"

Yeah... Jason needed to go to the cave and make sure he wasn't doused with something... Cause this was insane.

[breannasfluff]

It’s fuck as balls cold. Jason’s gloves are nothing compared to the ice and snow in the area. Also, Danny failed to inform him there were yetis. So. That’s a thing now. 

“Frostbite, I was hoping you could take a look at the ectoplasm Jason’s got. There’s something wrong with it. I can feel it when I touch him.” 

Danny is floating, chatting with the yeti-like it’s no big deal. And maybe it’s not, for him. Maybe Jason shouldn’t be surprised either, not after dealing with Gotham’s rogues. Ice-covered bones are probably in style for ghosts. 

Frostbite turns to Jason, frowning as he shivers. “Would you mind removing your glove, young Jason?”

He does mind, because his fingers will fall off without a layer between them and the air. He takes it off. At least Frostbite doesn’t grab his hand with the ice…paw. 

The Pit crackles to attention at the touch, rather than purring to sleep under Danny. It snarls and Jason knows his eyes are flaring green. It reflects off the ice around them. Frostbite hums and does…something that has the Pit screaming.

Green washes over everything and Jason loses track of his surroundings. He’s lost to rage and fear and he needs to make them pay–

“I see what you mean, Great One.”

Jason pants as awareness comes back. Danny is a good few feet back and Frostbite is rubbing his arm like Jason punched him. Maybe he did. 

“What the hell did you do?” he spits. “I fought for control of the damn thing for years and that just–wiped me out in a second.”

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[midnight-mourning]

Blood & Blues

Made this on a whim at the behest of some moots wanting more yeti Sun, thus, this was born, bit of angst comfort if you will, hope you enjoy!

Frostbite au belongs to @divinit3a ^^

Content warning: non-graphic depictions of death, blood, implied gore

Word Count: 3059

You take another heavy footfall through the snow, breathing nearly a gasp with how much exertion you'd done by this point.

It wasn't necessarily because it was so thick. You were used to your boots disappearing beneath you and having to stomp through with more effort than otherwise necessary. Rather, it was the pace of the bot—person? yeti? you're still trying to figure it out—in front of you that was the source of your tiredness.

Insistent on not giving you even the slightest bit of a break. Moving quickly from one trap site to the next, making quips every now and then about how 'slow you are, especially for a human' and 'it would have been quicker to just leave you behind'.

It caused your frustration to rise with every stomped step, but you kept it to yourself, lest you have to deal with his smug chuckling at your expense.

All you'd wanted was to help, contribute some as opposed to the constant standing by and watching you felt you were always doing. It wasn't hard work either. Dangerous, sure. You wince at the sharp points on the bear trap as Sun grips both sides of the jaws and bends them apart, apart, apart until with a creaking snap it breaks into two pieces.

He inspects the now unusable trap, tsks, and tosses it away, rising to continue on.

You give the trap a brief glance then turn your focus to Sun's back, which is already quickly moving away.

You huff, and pick up your pace so you can walk in step beside him to try and initiate conversation at least.

"So why don't you collect the broken trap parts?" You question.

Sun grunts, seeming displeased you're keeping up. "What would be the point?"

"I don't know, you could surely use it for something right?" You suggest.

He scoffs. "Like what?"

"Just seems like a waste." You shrug, then have an idea. "Oh! Maybe you could repurpose them for weapons!"

A pause, and you become hopeful for a moment. Only for him to start laughing, stopping to turn to you. "Weapons you say?"

"Um, yeah?" Your face is burning, you try to ignore it.

Sun lets out another bout of laughter and then you suddenly find yourself faced with the tip of his spear. It's close enough that if you shifted just slightly it would be pricking the tip of your nose. You swallow, and make eye contact with him and his narrowed glare.

"I think this suits me just fine, Little Star. But I appreciate the recommendation. Really, I do." He lowers his weapon, then sheathes it on his back again.

It takes you a moment to come out of your shock, face burning as you begin to follow behind him again. Jerk.

You couldn't figure out what his problem was. You'd done nothing to him besides just simply, existing. It seemed even that was more than enough reason to have a distaste for you. Avoiding you when you'd cross paths, any attempts at conversation cut short with blunt words or a warning snarl.

But then, there were those times where he didn't seem to hate you as much. Threats were more teasing than legitimate. Seeming to do anything he could to get a rise out of you. And when you overhear the soft snickering coming from him after the fact, you realize that little stunt just now was one of those times.

Unlike the other times though, you were pissed.

It wasn't fair how he could flip his mood on the drop of a hat, be grumpy and overall unpleasant when you'd just wanted to contribute.

And this time, you say it. "That was dangerous, even for you."

"I'm already getting an earful from him, I don't need you chiming in." He grits out, trying to leave no room for further discussion.

You're not having it. "I was just trying to help. That's all I've been doing all day. All I've been trying to do since I got here. Why is that such an issue to you?"

"Because your help,"—he turns to you, clawed finger pointing at your chest—"Isn't necessary. I can take care of traps on my own, I can take care of poachers on my own, and I can take care of myself on. my. own. You're nothing more than a hindrance. I would have thought you'd realize that by now."

You can only stare at him for a moment, mouth agape. Tears prick your eyes, and you hope he can't see.

Those words stung more than you'd ever let on. Ever say. Considering all you'd done to be the exact opposite of what he just described you as. Cleaning up the research station, making food for yourself and for them, patching them up—when they'd let you—was all of that really so bad? Were you that terrible at helping others?

Did Moon feel the same?

You're too afraid of the answer to ask.

Seeming satisfied, Sun huffs, turning away. Though you miss the confliction in his gaze when he does.

"Hurry up now, unless you want left behind, Scraps." He starts walking again, quick as ever.

You come out of your shock and find he's already tens of yards away, and that settles it for you. You angrily wipe your eyes and with a sigh, head off.

Though not in the same direction as him.

You know the routes well enough at this point to go take care of the other traps. You'll go take care of some on your own and circle back with him later, that'll show him. And if not, at least you can acknowledge yourself that you tried.

It takes you a moment to orient yourself in the frozen landscape, but you figure it out soon enough. When you come across your first trap, you'll admit you're slightly nervous, but it releases when you press the trigger with your stick, and after a bit of fiddling you're able to disassemble it beyond recognition, burying the pieces in the snow as you move on to the next one.

Sure, maybe not as efficient, but it was still something. In fact, you'd lost count now of how many you'd managed to dismantle in your time apart from the yeti, so you'd consider that a win.

The sun was high in the sky now, and you think that Sun should have caught on to your trail at this point. So, satisfied with your point, you take a break at your next location. Sitting down, you look up to the sky and allow the wind to blow against your face freely. Your eyes close as you take a deep breath, feeling much calmer now.

Until you feel a shadow over your face, that is.

You frown, eyes still closed. "Do you mind, Furball? Think I've earned this."

"Oh, I'd say you've more than earned it."

That's not Sun's voice.

Your eyes shoot open, and find a hulking figure of a man standing above you, smirk slathered across his grimy face. He laughs, and the sound of others joining in makes you realize you're in a very bad situation.

You jump to your feet, finding yourself in the unwelcome company of three strangers. Based on their fur-covered attire and grisly weapons, you can only guess their poachers.

And if you had to take another guess, the ones who's traps you'd been destroying.

Oh no.

You swallow, and not knowing what else to do, raise your stick at them. The action only goads them.

"Aw, ain't that cute. What're you going to do with that, sweetheart?" The first man tuts, stepping forward. "Why don't you put that down before you hurt yourself—"

You hit him as hard as you can between his neck and shoulder, your stick holding strong. Though, given it was more like a thick branch, that isn't entirely surprising either.

He lets out a slew of curses and takes a swing at you blindly. Panicked, you jump back, only to yelp, then scream in pain.

The trap you'd been about to take apart has closed around your foot, sinking in just beyond the thick layer of your boots. You don't think it's deep, but it hurts a whole hell of a lot.

With a hiss you stumble and fall back into the snow, unable to move or get away. Only able to stare up in fear as your opponent sneers at you.

"Should have minded your own business, kid. Now you're going to die for it." He turns slightly. "Give me your gun."

You see the shock on the other two's faces. "They'll die out here anyway in this cold and that kind of wound. Don't you think that's taking it too far?"

Your—now potential murderer—snatches the weapon from the closer man. "Since when do you have a conscience? I want to make a point." He point the gun at you. "Play stupid games, win stupid prizes, sweetheart."

You squeeze your eyes shut, only to open them again seconds later when you hear a gut-wrenching scream. The man who was about to kill you is now nowhere to be seen, but based on the sounds of slashing and tearing and growling, you can surmise what's become of him.

The two others from before are panicking, shouting as they tumble over themselves to try and get away.

"It's the Ice Devil! The devil!"

"No, no no no please!"

There's the sound of a crunch and then a snarl, and then a blur of something white that launches toward the two attempting to run away. There's a flash of red and—you squeeze your eyes shut, though it does nothing to block out the sickening sounds.

The screams of agony that quickly become gurgled, the cracking and snapping of bones, it's almost as if you can see the carnage yourself. Almost as if you're living it yourself.

You don't know when it went away, replaced with the sound of heavy breaths right in front of you.

"Open your eyes, Sunshine. I'm finished."

You slowly peel one eye open, finding yourself face to face with Sun. There's an untamed look in his eyes, and a wild appearance all about him. Blood is splattered across his face, dripping red from his mouth, even. Parts of his fur are soaked in that dark crimson, it makes you nauseous.

Your gaze trails back to his face. He answers the question you were thinking.

"Tempting as it is, Scraps, I won't stoop to such levels. For your sake. You're welcome." He tsks. "Even if they would make for a good snack."

You let out a shaky sigh, relaxing slightly. "Thanks I guess—" You wince then, feeling pain shoot up your leg.

"You're hurt." Something flashes in Sun's eyes, shifting back to pick up and examine your injured limb.

You bite your cheek to avoid letting out another noise. "Just a little bit."

"A little?" He scoffs, rays twitching as he snarls to himself. "I should have made them suffer more."

"I, what?" You weren't sure if you heard him right.

Sun stands then, bending down and picking you up into his arms. "Better to leave it for now so you don't bleed out. I'll go as quickly as I can."

"Um, thanks." You mumble as he starts to head back to the research station. Your face feels warm at the moment, you're not used to being so close to him. Sun and Moon both have picked you up for various reasons in the past, but this felt different.

Sun's grip was tight, it felt like he was holding you as close to him as possible. Which, your frozen face wouldn't have minded if again, it didn't feel so... intimate.

You tune back in to hear him muttering something. Well, multiple somethings at that.

"I'll kill every last one of them, don't care what it takes...."

"The audacity to put their hands on what's mine..."

"...Should have torn them to shreds and made a statement."

There was more, much more, but you were too in shock to comprehend it all.

It, almost sounded like Sun cared about you. But, that would be crazy... right?

Other, less angry and more, displeased, comments start to appear.

"All my fault, should have been there..."

"Too late, too late, too late..."

"Could have been worse."

At this point you feel the urge to say something, better late than never you know.

You're afraid initially to touch him while he's worked up like this, but shake that off and reach your hand up to his face.

Sun halts at that moment, now staring down at you with wide eyes. There's the smallest fleck of fear in them, it gives you the confirmation you need to continue.

"This was because of me. I should've stuck with you instead of getting pissed and going out on my own. I'm sorry." You hesitate, then press your head against his chest.

There's a pause, and then several clicks. You suddenly find his faceplate pressed against your cheek, nuzzling against you. The action is followed by a low chuckle.

"Careful throwing around apologies like that, Pet. It'll go to my head." He pulls away then, starting to move once more. "I apologize too. For what I said. You're not a hindrance. You're anything but."

You scoff. "You're not one to say things you don't mean, speaking from experience."

"Is that what you think?" There's a softness to his tone that you've never heard before.

"It's what I know." Your own voice takes a slight downturn. "You tease, threaten, scold, and you mean each and every word of it. I can tell from how you say it."

No response for a moment.

"Do you recall when you first arrived here and we met?"

You laugh. "Of course I do, hard to figure almost getting your face ripped off and torn to bits."

"Only a little bit, Scraps. Moon doesn't let me tear up just anyone." Sun tsks, then shakes his head. "I meant, do you recall the impression you had? The little stories you'd thought were true, 'legends' as you called them."

You remember very well what you'd first thought when you'd came face to face with the yeti during your arctic exploration. The rumors had seemed more true than ever. Body of a beast, clawed hands that gripped your coat, almost ripping through to your flesh. Tusks which formed a snarl and seemed ready to maim you in one bite.

Ice Devil was an understatement, in that instant, not knowing if you were going to live or die.

But, after that initial encounter, it hadn't been so bad. Moon was kind, teasing, but had a care and a knowledge and a passion that you admired. And while Sun hadn't exactly matched up, it wasn't all bad either.

You nod. "To my credit I was going off what the locals said, but what's your point?"

"The point, is that not everything is what it appears to be, Pet. You know that better than anyone."

You think on it for a little bit. Which was apparently, longer than you had realized. You soon find that you're entering the research station, Sun's steps heavy against the metal ground. You find that the world's a bit fuzzier than before, and for a moment feel a jolt of fear run through you.

Sun notices and shushes you. You notice that the hall he leads you down isn't toward your room, and the door he opens is to—

"This is, your space I, I don't want to intrude," You wince as you sit up a little in his hold.

You've only been in their room once, by mistake. It had ended in Sun roaring at you to leave, and you'd never made the same error again.

You understood why, to be fair. It was in general a bit of a mess, but there was items in here from times long passed that you know they both treasured and held dear. Things that someone like you, an outsider, didn't deserve to see.

Sun scoffs, setting you down into the massive nest of bedding and blankets, taking care to elevate your injured leg.

"You have more pressing things to worry about, don't you think?" He kneels down beside your foot, looking up to you. "I'm going to remove this, it's going to hurt, so I suggest you find something to bite down on, I'd rather not listen to your screams."

You wrinkle your nose. "How kind you are."

"Of course."

You decide biting your coat sleeve is your best option, and just as you make that decision is when Sun grips the jaws of the trap and rips them apart and out of your foot.

You scream into your sleeve as searing pain reawakens in you, not paying attention as Sun then removes your boot and sock and rolls up your pant leg to examine the damage.

"Not as bad as it could be, I think you'll live, Scraps." His tone is teasing but there's a hint of something darker, angrier beneath it.

Tears prick your eyes as he sets to work on cleaning and wrapping the wounds, but you know it could be a lot worse. Once he's finished you sit up a bit, expecting him to tell you to leave now.

But as you swing your feet over the edge of the bed he pushes you to lay back down with one large hand.

"But—"

In a surprising move, Sun climbs over you and settles in beside you in the pile. Then, gripping you under your arms, pulls over into his lap, trapping you in his hold. Though, you're so startled you aren't even thinking about leaving in that second.

Sun makes a noise between a sigh and hum, rumbling through his chest and against your back. "Well, I think you've won, Pet. I hope you're satisfied."

"I, won what?" You tilt your head back as far as you can to look at him.

His smirk widens to a somewhat feral grin. But as he lays his head back and closes his eyes he gives you no further answer.

You open your mouth, then close it again, sighing as you close your eyes as well.

Maybe you'll be able to make sense of it—and him—after a well-deserved nap.

A bit long for a drabble, so i guess this is a one-shot lmao, i was in the mood for some angst but then wanted there to be a teeny bit of comfort, thanks for reading!

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[tamagotchikgs]

i am normal i am fine

[oli-draw]

I am here again! I did it in a hurry and quickly (please don't swear)

1) Well, here I can say, Well, there are two references to my work: to a wounded Soldier and to a Scout who was forgotten at the point. It turned out to be funny, of course, but now I felt sorry for the Scout, I was frozen while standing at the point, and of course the medic

2) Well, my version is the humanization of the turret. Mimi is fine, of course, but I tried to come up with something unusual.

I was inspired by this artist

@janegumball

[doorstoplord]

Shark boyfriend activities

[indigodiskmybeloved]

"You look very.... Pale, young one..."

Made fanart for RavenFacies' fic Snow Blindness in where Wirt goes snowblind looking for Greg. It was such a good concept that I had to draw it

I know I normally post Pokemon stuff; I do draw other things on the meantime! I'll get back to my AU then

Please reblog if you like!

[froginamoodboard]

Logan Sanders moodboard, hypothermia and mad scientist inspo

Requested by: @worminurapple

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[khaosssss]

their asses did NOT complete the mission

Get up bozos you have one more match WALK IT OFF 🗣️🗣️🗣️‼️‼️‼️‼️

[traggalicious]

Chat. I have been possessed.

Speaking of, have a david. And a little sneak peek of my next piece? Gasp?

[anonymocha]

consider making out with your dentist 🤗

not finishing this so dm me if you want the lineart to color <\3

[gengarghast]

Why are the lyrics in the Cold Island song in MSM so... Weirdly ominous and vaguely threatening??? I'm getting the vibe of either:

You're being asked questions about the sensation of cold by some sort of vast, alien entity that is attempting to understand and test humans and our mortal senses, while accidentally letting you freeze to death in a barren arctic wasteland.

You're being mocked by something out in the cold that knows how badly the frost hurts as it seeps into your bones and shuts down every cell of your body one by one, watching with glee as you die before its very eyes.

[suspiciouscupofcoffee]

man le t them go they're innocent.. :pensive: