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Based on a reel K sent me AGES ago. It's very them coded 🤭🤭

(also I know Styx usually does water creatures but I needed her to fly away from being splatted and I went with a yellow colour so...whoops!)

Jacqueline Frost is my blorbo; learn all about her in Meet the Frosts and the objectively better main story, Crystal Springs. Melusine Melville is all @kscribbs baby! Learn alll about her in critically acclaimed Miller's Law.

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Saiid Kobeisy | Fall/Winter 2019 Couture 

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On May 18, 1980, Richard “Dick” Lasher shot this epic photo of the eruption of Mount St. Helens. Lasher was forced to abandon his Pinto and flee the giant plume of ash on his motorcycle. Lasher survived.

"It was my fifteen minutes of fame."

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CINDERELLA (1950)

dir. clyde geronimi,wilfred jackson,hamilton luske

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Translator’s note: This part of the text was damaged when Dr. Indiana Jones threw it off the side of a mountain.

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THE EMPEROR'S NEW GROOVE 2000, dir. Mark Dindal

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What the fuck do you mean there was an official Perryshmirtz I Knew You Were Trouble amv that aired on the Disney Channel?

My jaw is actually on the floor.

(Wayback Machine link to the original youtube upload for those of you who can't believe that this was official - https://web.archive.org/web/20130525003845/http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zLQVR-fgeM8)

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is this orange or yellow.

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Pipe sprung a leak in the bathroom the other day and the cat came and bothered me about it and I can't stop thinking about it. She doesn't know what a towel or a mop is but she knew there was an unauthorised fucking Wet and she trusted my ability to rectify the situation

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happy make a terrible comic day!!! i haven't stopped thinking about this post since i saw it. in 2018 a common merganser was spotted with 76 (SEVENTY SIX!!!) chicks!! that's SOOOO many baby. so much success.

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Hey guys. Sorry for killing Jacqueline repeatedly over and over again. and then writing about it. Again. And Again. And again 😅😅😅

Have some fluffy doodles to make up for it!

"Fluffy", she says, book ending these with Spring getting hit by a steel chair and ghost Jacqueline activating an orb 🤪🤪🤪

Here's what we've got doodled, left to right:

The planning sketch for Winter hitting Spring with a chair, from this doodle, for the sequel which will come....one day. (I have posted some Summers from it! :)

Mel and Jacqueline having a SHARK FIGHT!!!!!!!! (one of the silly doodles created from @kscribbs and I spamming one another with unhinged ideas, lol)

Jacqueline on her way to go hang out with Mel. There is wine in the tumbler. And in her other hand. AND in her pocket. This is how they end up stealing penguins 😂😂😂

I saw a take so terrible I drew Winter and Jacqueline being personally offended by it, lmao

Winter, Jacqueline, and the Snow Queen herself: Bianca, aka, Granny B! Winter's bio mom, lol. From the end scene of Warm Milk!

On the SUBJECT of Biancas, Bianca Frost! The middlest Dite/Donnieline kid! with her hair more akin to how I picture it in my head. It gets snowball-y-er the older she gets lol. This is how her hair appears in Bedtime Stories :)

I have SLOWLY been spiffing up Meet the Frosts AGAIN and this is canonically what happens after The Twins pass their MELT lol:

Tiny hot hands clutched tightly in hers, Mother Nature pictured the light blue parlour. “…Gran?” She cracked open an eye, pausing the poof. “Yes, Fino?” “Did you pick up on the rest of the unbalances?” Mother Nature smiled. “I sure did. A thing or two with your sister and some odds and ends with your parents.” “Are you gonna help them the way you helped us? And get us all balanced nicely again?” “That’s the plan, Fiera. So far, I’d say it’s a roaring success, wouldn’t you?” “Hmm…well, I do feel better. So I guess…yes!” “You’ve successfully passed your BLT!” “My sandwich?” Fino laughed. “No! Your Balance Levels Test!” Mother Nature laughed. “A shame. I could go for a BLT,” she joked. “I mean…we can make a snack stop before going home?” Mother Nature snorted. “Sure. Let’s get some grub for you and your sister then head on home.” “Yay!” “Woohoo!” Laughing, Mother Nature gripped the twins tightly as they disappeared in a bright flash, the last few geese squawking off into the distance overhead.

8. Yes, I know, I KNOW I said "sorry about the Jacqueline Dies AU have some doodles" and then IMMEDIATELY thew this into a sketch dump all clandestine like, but this is one of the silly doodles I've done recently: how I envision ghost!bb!Jacqueline jumping very big and wide to glomp Widener's orb to give Lucy a sign in The Forgiven Chapter 2:

Idiot, Luce, she scolds herself, internally. Of course it’s the wrong time. In fact there may never be a "right" time. Her chest tightens. She only hopes that he doesn’t think badly of her for it, but before she can dwell any further on the matter, allow her thoughts to spiral into madness, something occurs to her. That sensation -- the distinct, implacable feeling of not being alone -- hasn't left her. If anything, it's grown. It isn’t the chilly, unruly presence of Osvaldo, she deduces. It's something else. Something warmer. Familiar in a way she can’t quite place. Her lips part before she even realises she’s speaking. ‘Jacqueline?’ The name floats tenuously into the stillness. Nothing stirs. No rustle, no sound. But, just as she’s about to dismiss it — chalk the whole thing up to exhaustion and the late hour — the undulating glow of Widener’s Orb shifts. The colour deepens, from moon-white to a pale, powdery blue. Lucy watches, her chest hitching at the sight. A small, sad smile touches her lips, and she presses her palm to her heart. ‘Right,’ she murmurs to the silence, to the warm presence that lingers like a hand brushing her shoulder. ‘We’re doing the right thing, then. Aren’t we?’ No answer comes. But somehow, she knows.

Excerpt above from @kscribbs's masterpiece, The Forgiven, Chapter 2 :)

Right! Mother Nature looked very not good so that doodle never got finished, but I wanted to share it anyway bc tacos (I need to get gud at drawing Momma N tbh). Same with the three gens of frosty ladies! I have two ideas of how Bianca Senior looks, and no idea what to go with so she's...a little a LOT unfinished lol, and unpolished, but I liked the image of Jacqueline grinning between them, and Winter flashing Bianca a similar grin, and Bianca smiling softly and being very heart warmed/unsure! Winter is very smol, I've realized—though heights in THAT doodle are deffs off, lol.

As for the younger Bianca, I do feel bad for never drawing her hair properly, and in all the other doodles I have of her and her siblings as teens (which will see the light of day one day after some things happen! :), I have her hair at MAXIMUM SNOWBALL so I HAD to share the ONE (1) SPOILER FREE DOODLE OF HER SO EVERYONE KNOWS!!! I NEEDED TO DO HER JUSTICE! AH!

Anyway! Got one more doodle that's been hanging out to post for you guys! That'll appear some time tomorrow, if I scheduled it correctly lol. And then I'll stop spamming cs content at you all day every day. For now, that is! >:)

(It was a long weekend so I've had time to share some stuff and catch up on things, and now that The Reunited has been finished and posted, I'm like WOOHOO! NEXT ON THE LIST!)

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scars in fiction: I got this trying to save my lover from an assassin- but tragically, I was too late. now I carry the mark of my failure with me always, and I can never forget~

scars in real life: so I was trying to open macaroni sauce with a paring knife

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AHHH @kscribbs I WAS HOPING IT WOULD COME AT A GOOD TIME!!! YAY! This is so very sweet of you to say, thank you! And thank you for allowing me the space to play around in this universe!

You've created this beautiful piece of work from such a sad happenstance, and I am so happy to be able to throw the other blorbos in the mix without messing with all the lovely Jucy bits you've woven into the story! OR any of the resolutions found within The Forgiven (Mel's DELIGHTFUL tackling of the tabloids issue for one 🤭🤭 adding onto that with an unhinged Blinter duo was so fun!).

To hear it's well suited and fills in the blanks in such a perfect (if I do say so myself 😉😉) kind of way has me DELIGHTED! SUCCESS! WOO You are very welcome and thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!! :3

The Reunited

Ever wonder how Blaise and Winter reunite in @kscribbs's beautiful addition to the Jacqueline Dies AU, The Forgiven? Well. GREAT news. I have the answers for you right HERE:

Summary:

In a turn of events nobody has anticipated, Jack Frost is thawed. The dark magic that has influenced him all his life is gone. His curse has been lifted. He walks away a free man, and is given a second chance. The news rocks the magical world, bringing people together in ways they'd never fathomed. Bringing some together again. Grief has plagued them both; driven them apart. But with their still living child given a second chance, Mr. and Mrs. Frost are forced to come face to face with that very grief. (Or, how Blaise and Winter came together again in the events of inkkat's beautiful story, The Forgiven).

Here's a lil' preview for you >:)

He’d seen her.

Over and over and over again, he’d seen her.

She’d been keeping tabs since the thaw. She thought she was being sly; that nobody had noticed. But he did.

He always did.

How could he not? She was the love of his life and despite all the distance, everything that’d happened, he never stopped loving her. Not once. Not ever.

At first, she was being innocuous enough. Leaning into her spritely roots, a well-placed snowbank or an innocent winter breeze. Snow on the windowsill. Frost on the glass. Nobody had noticed. Nobody but him.

He knew what she looked like as a frosty swirl. A snowbank. How the smell of vanilla and cold and fresh linen tickling his nose in the wind meant she was the wind. He’d seen the frost on the drainpipe, creeping up the wall. Watched as it crept onto his balcony, slowly becoming a gaseous sort of cloud before solidifying and there she stood, cheeks flushed, welcoming smile on her face. Bundled up in her warm dresses, her arms would be out waiting for the embrace that always, always, always came the moment she’d solidified. Wrapped up in her arms, the cold of her touch against him a relief; his shoulders would sag and the tension would drop and for that moment, in her arms, everything, everything, would be okay.

Strange how when things were so very not okay, he’d pulled away.

They both had.

He’d been thinking about it recently. (Of course he was).

She’d been keeping tabs on things. (Of course she was).

And as the thaw was confirmed and the trial date was set, he’d seen her.

And all he could think of was those cherished moments on the balcony back when they were much, much younger and what he wouldn’t give to be in her arms once more after all of this and then, trial day came, and he saw her. Swathed in white; hair frozen to match, icy dress glittering in the low light as she stood off to the side, somehow managing to go unnoticed by all.

All but him, of course.

Court adjourned. The clatter and clamour and swarming of magibeans happened all at once. Reporters and coworkers and jury members everywhere, all over the place, but all he could see was her and that’s where he was going, no stopping to chat, no detours, a gruff no comment as he pushed cameras and microphones and crystal balls and wands and staffs out of his way. He slips out a side door, unnoticed, right around the corner into one of the niches and—

There she was.

Her face was lined. (So was his). She looked very cold. (All well and fine and good as he was certain he looked quite burnt). She gazes up at him, tilting her head, blue eyes cold and sad as they bore into his stony gold ones.

He unconsciously brushes some ash off his shoulders.

She smooths her skirt. Folds her hands.

Seconds pass. Or maybe hours. Or maybe time stands still as they do, so close and yet, so far, drinking each other in. Whichever the case, There is a poignant moment before she breaks the proverbial ice.

“That must have been hard for you.”

His shoulders drop. The tension leaves. The stern, stone faced mask falls, and he nods.

She opens her arms, ice cracking as the corners of her lips lift ever so slightly.

He swoops in, no hesitation. Vanilla and cold and fresh air fill his nostrils as he holds her tightly against his chest, squishing her near death.

She doesn’t mind, of course. She’s doing much the same. She rubs his back. Her hand runs up his neck (she can feel the soot under her fingertips, cold and exposed as they are) and to the base of his skull as she gently pushes him into her shoulder, where he happily settles in, breathing her in, relishing in the embrace as she leans her head against his.

Behind him, the crowd swarms. People are leaving the building. The metals and reflective bits of the media’s equipment, magic and non-magic alike, glint in the partially obscured sun.

They’ve been spotted.

She can feel him shaking. She squeezes tightly, watching carefully as the crowd slowly swarms, keeners practically running to the little alcove she’d led him to.

She hushes him, murmuring quietly. It’s okay. Everything will be all right.

He is too choked up to reply.

But she knows, deep within her core, that everything would be all right. Will be alright. She is certain of it.

“Let’s go home."

Fingers awash in bright white light, she lifts her hand.

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FREE JINU!!!

Friendly reminder that I have open commissions on VGen: https://vgen.co/Kouyiart

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you there. mutual. 🫵 yes you.

*kisses your forehead* i love you. thank you for being mutuals with me.