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croxot · 2 months
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Celiphas.
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nickpeppermint · 5 months
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Could you draw a Rookie Warrior for Ice (like how Flame and Light had Flamon and Strabimon, respectively)?
Hmmmmmmm, i think Icemon or Bearmon would've work just fine, but here's a little quick sketch of what i think it might beeeee
His special attack is snowball barrage, this Digimon has precise accuracy in snow fights
I also thinking giving him a little round slead
I actually never done digifakes, but i do have some OCs that need to be polished
If i'll finish it, i am probably gonna change a whole lot (especially in colour), cuz so far it reminds me of Frigimon
Any ideas for the name? 🤔
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Hello! Can I ask headcanons for Male Oyuki (Yuki onna) when he meet darling for the first time and the courting process/wedding? Thanks! —anonymous
tw / tags: afab reader (no pronoun explicitly used), gendered language (wife, bride, mother, etc.), pregnant reader (mentioned but tagged to be safe), pregnancy (mostly mentioned), general yandere themes, long post, sfwfeatured character(s): oyuki / ice spirit / husband previous ice spirit installment: link
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—note: uhhh right this is super tame, i didn’t really go too deep and hadn't bothered including any ns'fw details. feel free to fill in all the details yourself or ask for more hc's on other aspects. but yeah, i see the o yuki being the type who'd only snap if nothing's going his way, otherwise, he's pretty...decent...ish if you can get past his lies and manipulative ways, and he does dotes on his darling. the horror happens after he gets busted. though, don't get me wrong, he's still a monster and killed many over his time as an immortal spirit. he's really one of those guys you'd have to question the morality of.
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》meeting you was an accident. —it was a quiet day in his mountain, with gentle sprinkles of snow drifting to the blindingly white ground and dusting the skeletal trees. —as long as his territory was undisturbed, he was content to remain where he was. —alas his peace hadn't lasted when a scream pierced the chilly air. —fury swam through his brittle veins. —he stormed out from his lofty abode, with a flurry of frost following in his wake.
》he halted, his pitch-black eyes resting on the bobbing head breaking the cracked surface of the lake frozen over. —a child. what foolish child would venture this far from their kind? —with a quick survey, he caught panicking voices of other children and strayed his eyes across the ground, counting multiple footprints. —an accident—or perhaps, purposeful? either way, he shook his head from your situation and was about to turn away, to leave you for the dead. leave you to drown and be claimed by the icy depth. —yet something stalled his feet and his snow quietened at his back. —was it pity? he’d never know—but years later, he’d be forever grateful to whatever gods who whispered to him to listen to what lingering humanity he had left in his frozen heart.
》you vaguely recalled being in the arms of a beautiful god, a man with skin so white he rivaled the purity of the snow, hair long and flaked with ice, and his eyes so dark it clenched your heart with a primal sense of fear. —next you woke, you were surrounded by those who loved you the most. —your father wept, thanking every deity above for your return to the living, and hadn’t released you from his burly arms for what seemed like days since. —you were so young then, when the world seemed so wide and welcoming. —shattered by those who wished you harm for the pettiest of reasons.
》the memory of that god never truly faded from your mind, but you passed it off as a fantasy. a child’s whimsies. —as you became older, reaching the ideal age to be wedded off and have children with your spouse, you drew many eyes and marriage proposals grew steadily on your father’s desk. —only one had you gasping and burned your skin with embarrassment and joy.
》you caught the ice spirit’s eyes. —he hadn’t recognized you as that same child he dragged out from that lake, not at first. —he’d been wandering through his forest, surveying his territory for any threat, when a giggle drew his attention. —annoyed at having an intruder, he turned the gentle snow into a howling blizzard as he hunted down the source of that voice. —then, he halted. —he swore he felt his heart pumping in his chest for the first time in decades—perhaps centuries, when he saw you. —you jumped from your toppled creation, squealing from the pelting frost, and gave him that brief glimpse of your body. your face. all of you.
》you were beautiful. perfect. —the perfect being. —but oh so human. living and breathing. —warm when he was so cold. —you were the opposite of everything he was. —you were like the spring heralding his winter, leaving blooms in your wake. —…he couldn’t face you like this. not yet. —quietly, he tailed you since.
》he watched over you —to learn who you are. —beloved child to a father who cherishes you dearly. —doted on by many, your father’s faithful employees included. —although you were not fond of the cold, you adored the beauty of the winter. adored the soft moments by the fireplace. adored the comfort of warm foods and drinks.
》like that, he was drawn to you. —desires to have you in his arms. —and unable to compel the idea of seeing you in the arms of another. —it angered him and left behind a few too many blizzards in the winter you became of age to be wedded. to find a suitable suitor to have children with. —he decided he must court you properly.
》it was the following spring he took the courage, —to mask himself as an ordinary human male. —a merchant, delivering unusual goods. —he first met you when you were fanning yourself to keep cool on one overly warm day, under the watchful eye of a servant. —even though the warm weather was killing him, feeling himself melting inside his expensive clothing, he wormed his way by your side under the blazing sun, and offered you a rare plump peach to drench your thirst. smiling even under the glare of your father’s dutiful servant. —free of charge because you were beautiful, he claimed.
》it was the first of many encounters, where he’d offer many lovely fruits. —before long, you fell for him. —he was handsome, eerily so for an average human, and he was as doting as your father ever was. —and a massive flirt. —he was a gentleman, complimenting you endlessly, but would never touch you without your expressed consent.
》though you’d later find out that he hadn’t wanted you to feel how strangely cool he was. —it never bothered you though, his touches were comforting. gentle. especially during the hot and overly warm weathers. —and his fruits were delicious.
》when you shared a story from your childhood one day, from when you fell into the lake —he knew right then you two were meant to be. —he must have you for himself. —he must have you as his bride. the mother of his children. —he arranged a meeting with his father. —when you first saw the handsome merchant’s proposal on your father’s desk, you happily agreed and your father sighed at the idea of letting you go, burying that inkling that there was something quite wrong about that smiling man deep within his chest. —you and your father would know the truth behind your future husband’s identity far too late.
》not a man. not a human. —he was not alive. —he was but a man whose heart turned to frost, whose skin was made of ice, and who breathed snow. —a monster, borne from the wrath of a dying man in one hateful winter so long ago.
》it was unfortunate that you found out well after you wedded him and had a child growing within your womb.
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patchy-patchy · 7 months
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The graceful ice dancer is back~❄️
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wanderrealms · 2 months
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Either I'm good at ice themed characters or there's a shortage.
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ink-sans-2334 · 5 months
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deerspherestudios · 28 days
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Can we get a picture of Alma?💕 I love them so much💜💜💜
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They do their best to be the ultimate all-nighter study buddy when you need it!!👻❤️
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bluerosefox · 8 months
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For Them
About to go to bed and this plot idea came into my head so I'm gonna be quick.
Danny and Dani (or Ellie) are on the run from well... everything. (Bad Fenton parents? Vlad? GIW? IDK pick)
They almost escape into the zone when Ellie gets hit by something that starts destabilizing her. They escape but toss themselves into a random portal that opened up and crash land in a dark gloomy city alleyway. For a moment they think it's okay, they're safe for now but they gotta keep moving. So they do, they run and run into the city until they find a place to finally rest.
It isn't until then they realize what's happening to Ellie. Her body is destabilizing now that the adrenaline she had was going down. She starts panicking and freaking out cause she knows they don't have any ecto-dejecto.
Danny, freaking out and desperate to save her freezes her body with ghost ice to make her stop melting (basically it doesn't hurt her despite not having an ice core but instead kinda puts her in a status)
And it works.
But it sends Ellie into a deep sleep as well.
Danny, stressed and on the verge of passing out from using his ice core (and willing some of his protectior spirit into as well to keep Ellie safe in the ice), looks up when he hears footsteps coming towards him.
He passes out when he realizes the place they had hidden in, a warehouse, had already been pretty cold even before Danny had used his ice powers.
When he wakes up, he realizes hes been moved from the warehouse and freaks out and tries to find Ellie. When he opens his door from the room he was in, hes greeted by cold (but Danny isn't bothered by it) and a man, a Dr. Victor Fries, who just so happened to had been at that warehouse that night looking into stealing some valuable equipment being imported but instead had watched a young, badly hurt teen desperately try to save and have to freeze his 'sister' as she was melting in front of him.
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kimdokjas · 4 days
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yuri on ice genuinely changed me as a person and while i'm sad to see it come to an unceremonious end, i will always treasure it close to my heart and nothing mappa does could ever change that. we're all still here and we can keep the fandom alive just as we've done the past 8 years. mappa can pry it from our cold dead hands <3
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chunibyo-x-sorcerer · 3 months
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How I Am Still Cursed? || Closed Rp
---- Years Ago -----
At the temple, there was young boy looking up at a creature. The creature has dark red and has horns. He looks at the boy who is carrying a bird in his hands.
"Wow! Are you kaju?" He asked the spirit residing the temple. The creature thought he was talking to the statue but the boy keeps approaching making the creature blink. "But you don't like that statue..you're not wearing any robes. Anyway! My name is Kisho and this is Eito."
And little does he know, the child is special.
---- Present ----
"Ow! What the heck? Kanne?" He asked the oni who is crossing his arms and scoffs after bonking the human boy on the head, "What do you think, you brat? You go off and fighting some cursed spirits, again? What did I tell ya?"
"Huh? You said that these guys been haunting people in this area and you look like you need help."
"Who says that I need help?!"
"Apparently you don't say it but looks like you do!" Said Kisho while Eito chirps. The spirit that looks like an oni is named Kanne, an apparition of this temple. He groans, "Still...you should be careful! I even see your so-called videos from the iPad?"
"Oh! So now you use a iPad?!" Kisho said. Kanne scoffs, "Well that damn spirit, Reiki says I need to get with the times. Moron is happy that some humans are coming to make videos so he can be famous. Something about haunting videos! Why do humans are so happy going into a haunted place?!"
Kisho grins to which Kanne groans, "Forget what I said." He laughs, "Anyway! I need to get to school, see ya Kanne!" He said, waves leaving the temple making the spirit huffs.
Today is going to be new day. What could go wrong?
@the-silver-peahen-residence
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||The cursed treasure hunt||
reserved au rp with @demon-blood-youths
"Anything yet?" Megumi blinks to hear this but he looks from his cell phone. He didn't know what was going on, giving the thought that something might have happened. Gojo was told Kisho still was on his on going mission to find the cursed items that came from that party. However, it leaves another wondering what was going on. He did have some help along the way so it was something.
Right now, Megumi was told by Gojo to check on him but he was not answering the text messages he sent a while ago. "I don't think so. I can try to call him and see if he can answer the phone instead. Or maybe something is effecting the signal."
"I guess that's possible but give it a shot." Yuji said. Megumi nods and goes to do that, seeing Kisho's number and hits speed dial and waits for him to find something.
"I'm sure they are fine you two..just call them and we will see their fine." Nobara said. Miko agrees hoping they were alright. She wanted to go with them but she was still on stand by to recover.
"S..same here..." she mutters seeing Megumi still waiting for Kisho to pick up.
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nelkcats · 7 months
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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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patchy-patchy · 1 year
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wanderrealms · 5 months
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The more I think of it, the more convinced I am that the pale woman from my nightmare last night was an unnamed villain for a contemporary fantasy story. I cant remember her face clearly, but her smile spreading too wide over her face is clear in my mind. Also there was a shimmer around her, like those icy flakes that fell yesterday evening.
I'm glad I slammed the door in her face or the dream would've gotten worse.
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yourplayersaidwhat · 3 months
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All out of character during a semi-in-character, quasi-canon holiday party at the Cleric’s player’s house:
Paladin (dying of a plague in-game): Okay, my turn for presents!
Sorcerer: I got you some red hair accessories since that’s your character’s favorite color.
Paladin: Aw, you always know just what to get me!
(He did not, in fact, know just what to get her.)
Cleric: I got you some gloves, partially because you mentioned wanting some, but also so that you don’t touch me and give me the plague.
Paladin: Okay, ha ha, but thanks for these!
DM: I got you vitamin gummies.
Paladin: are you fucking serious
DM: Get well soon!
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grimalkinmessor · 11 months
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Was thinking about Light Yagami—again, help—and thought "If Light Yagami wants something, then he's going to get it" but then I realized. No. No, that's not right. Because Light is also the type of guy to convince himself that he doesn't want things. So like,,,only in surges of destructive behavior does he insist on getting what he wants.
Someone spills wine on Light's shirt? Laugh it off but start up a thirty-two step plan to ruin their life.
Light wants some ice cream? No he doesn't. What are you talking about? He's never wanted any sort of dessert in his life because that would be childish and also selfish of him.
An uncle called him a 'sissy boy' for playing the piano? Uncover the drugs in his car and, if there aren't any, plant some. Make sure they're discovered at the largest family gathering possible in front of plenty of witnesses. He will spend seven years in jail.
Light likes a certain band and wants to listen to their music, go to a concert even? Nope. Never heard of them. Who? He doesn't need CDs and his father just bought him a computer for school so really a music player would be excess. Plus he's not one of those heathens that likes to study to music, obviously.
And thinking about that, I think L breaks him out of that mindset by teasing out Light's pettiness. L turns everything into a challenge, a game to win, so Light's more "foolish" wants are no longer childish—they're a victory. L turns Light's simplest desires into petty revenge, and so he'll chase them.
Light would never ask or even search for an expensive gourmet breakfast food on his own, but handcuff him to L and have him watch his every meal, then Light's damn well going to make sure he enjoys it. Light wants silk pajamas because the sheets are uncomfortable, Ryuzaki, really—it has nothing to do with the fact that you turned the thermostat down when Light said he was cold. Suddenly Light enjoys ice cream again but only when it comes from L's bowl when he's not looking.
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