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I just think Frostbite deserves a husband so I'm gonna keep drawing him.
His name is Hailwind and he's something of a sculptor/healer-- he's just really good at shaping ice. He made Frostbite's arm and maintains upkeep on it. (If you are interpreting Winry Rockbell vibes-- yes.)
#personality wise I also imagine he's a bit like Winry#danny phantom#danny phantom frostbite#frostbite#hailwind#danny phantom ocs#phanart#dogart
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Star Dusk recieves her 4 lives in clangen episode 6
watch that here
#star dusk#hailwind#whirlpaw#hollyash#warriors#warrior cats oc#warrior cats#warriors oc#warrior cat#warriorcats#erin hunter warriors#sand colony#oc#ocs#2023#2023 art#my artwork#sketch#myart#doodles#digital artist#digital#digital drawing#digital art#digital sketch#digital arwork#digital illustration
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Violet Hailwind may look like nothing more than a young woman, but the power she holds between her hands, and on her shoulders, is ancient. When a plague starts targeting the witches of her coven, it's up to Violet to venture to the fairy lands and plead with the king to lift the curse. But she can't do it alone.
With the help of her mermaid friend Poppy, and the trickster fairy Quartz, Violet sets out on a dangerous journey to the place where no other magical creature dare go. But Violet's already lost the love of her life, and now that she has Quartz watching her, touching her, eager to read her mind and own her heart, can she get past the trauma of her past to be the leader her people need?
Chapters 1-9 now uploaded 💜
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Warning: This is Book #2 in the Crowswood saga. It will contain spoilers for The Wolf King.
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A Christmas Carol
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by finemeal
Danny's doing okay. Why does everyone think he's not doing okay? He's been running the Infinite Realms just fine. He doesn't need to interact with anyone to do his job. He's not isolating himself, he's okay. He promises.
Clockwork disagrees.
Words: 1055, Chapters: 1/5, Language: English
Series: Part 7 of ❄️ Haunting Heroes DPxDC Winter Advent 2023 ❄️
Fandoms: Danny Phantom, Justice League & Justice League Unlimited (Cartoons)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Major Character Death
Categories: Gen
Characters: Danny Fenton, Clockwork (Danny Phantom), Diana (Wonder Woman), Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Danielle "Dani" Phantom, Dan Phantom
Relationships: Clockwork & Danny Fenton, Danny Fenton & Dan Phantom & Danielle "Dani" Phantom
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - A Christmas Carol Fusion, Ghost King Danny Fenton, Haunting Heroes Winter Advent 2023 (Danny Phantom and DCU), yes beta we live like danny fenton mostly did, jazz fenton died, not traumatically, but just know she died, it's sad and comes up so strap in, mcd happens in chapter 2, dani goes by ellie, Grief/Mourning, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, danny's isolating himself and clockwork said it's time for therapy, wonder woman is ghost of christmas past, superman is ghost of christmas present, batman is ghost of christmas yet to come, Danny Phantom needs therapy, Hailwind will be mentioned, Hailwind is great, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending
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Proper Respects
Tomorrow they left for Argus - the sun was setting now, and Adisor stared at the memorial wall in Lion’s Rest. Stared at the mass of names, of all those fallen on the Broken Shore. But his vision focused... Focused on two names, not exactly side-by-side, but close enough. ‘Arker Hailwind.’ ‘Adisor Dragonblade.’
Eight months he was presumed dead by most who’d known him. Eight months of turmoil, if sacrificed ideals, of decisions he could never take back. All to bring him here, standing in front of a wall, before he set off to go to another Hell on another world. This was his life - this was his destiny, and he knew it well. But he was alive. He had survived. Another, however... Hadn’t.
He died long after the Broken Shore, to bring another back - a parent’s love for their lost child. Overpowering the numbness of undeath, in a way that Adisor had only ever forced himself to feel. But now... Now he felt pain - a deep pain, that brought tears to his scarred face. Cold tears dropped onto the cobblestone as he reached a hand up to press against the plate with his name etched onto it.
Ice spread across the plate, crackling beneath Adisor’s hand. Metal eroded quickly under the runic frost, and soon screws came loose, and Adisor snapped his name from the wall, holding it in a clenched fist. His free hand reached into his pack, pulling a similar plate gently. He reached up, pushing the plate against the wall, and securing it with the screws he’d torn out.
Adisor stood at sunset, staring at a wall of names belonging to men and women no longer living. But his vision focused on two names, not exactly side-by-side, but close enough. ‘Arker Hailwind.’ ‘Dolgin Hailwind.’ His lip shook, his throat grew taut as he swallowed back the sound of a sob. But tears rolled down his cheeks silently. Through his beard, and onto the stones below. He’d never had a brother... But he came damn close with this man - this was the least Adisor could do, to honor him. Honor him one last time, and be sure he would be honored by others in the future.
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I've been designing Frostbite a twink husband. His name is Hailwind!
I was torn between making him a doctor/healer or a sculptor, but Cielle suggested that perhaps a lot of healing the yetis do goes hand in hand with shaping ice (like Frostbite's arm), and I'm kind of obsessed with that.
We also threw around the idea of certain yetis being able to help shape the cores of newly-formed yetis.
The first drawing of him I gave Hailwind hooked horns, but I've since settled on straight, oryx-inclined horns.
#danny phantom#danny phantom frostbite#frostbite#phanart#far frozen#hailwind#danny phantom oc#dogart#I'm not fully settled on the tail shape yet but I do kinda want him to be more catlike and it suits that
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Stagslip and Hailwind of the Sand Colony
#Stagslip#Hailwind#sand colony#warrior clan#erin hunter warriors#warriorcats#warrior cat#oc#ocs#wc oc#warrior cats oc#warrior cat oc#digitalart#digital artist#digital doodle#digital drawing#digital art
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Tragedy in the snow images from episode 2 of my Clangen game
#owlshade#stagslip#waterlight#blackberry#cloverswoop#bumbleash#dappleburr#dustpad#hailwind#lostblaze#sand colony#art#my art#2023#2023 art#digitalart#digital artist#digital doodle#digital drawing#digital art#warrior clan#erin hunter warriors#warriorcats#warrior cat#oc#ocs#wc oc#warrior cats oc#warrior cat oc
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Blackberry and Hailwind of the Sand Colony
#sand colony#blackberry#hailwind#warriors#warrior cats#warrior cats oc#warriors oc#cat#cats#sketch#art#oc
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I saw your posts about Hailwind (lovely design, by the way, he seems really cool!) and wanted to ask something if you had the time. How does he get along with Danny?
Aww thank you! I'm glad people seem to like Hailwind! of my yetis OCs, he's definitely my favorite <3
In terms of how he gets along with Danny, I think it depends a little bit on Danny's relationship with the Far Frozen in a story. If Danny is friends with the Far Frozen (but not necessarily Super close) then Hailwind would be amicable, but perhaps a bit reserved.
If Danny is close friends with the yetis, or perhaps even has a father-son relationship with Frostbite, though, I see Hailwind being nearly as protective of Danny as Frostbite is. Not quite as doting, but very willing to help and guide him.
I actually have a doc here with a bunch of my Far Frozen yetis in it, with their pronouns, some base personality traits, and drawings of them. Some of the familial decisions are not fleshed out yet (which is why that section is blank for some).
Also if yall like any of these yetis, you're more than welcome to use them in fics or art, be my guest <3
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Chapters 7, 8, & 9 of The Wolf King are officially up!
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Jack waited for Everett to start laughing. He didn’t.
“You’re not joking?” he said, and before Everett could respond, said, “No, of course you’re not. Of course there are witches here.”
Everett handed him another piece of bread. “Jam?”
But Jack had yet to take a bite out of the one he was already holding. “And a witch has those two panicking? They’re werewolves! I’ve seen Tiberius as a wolf, who’d he be scared of?”
“Werewolves are hardly the strongest of the magical creatures,” Everett huffed impatiently. “That right is reserved to elves. Some might say wisdom is the truest modicum of strength.” He held up a small bowl on the tray, clearly testy now. “Strawberry?”
Jack took that along with the two slices of bread, but instead of eating them, he just set them on top of his piles of books, to Everett’s indignant whimper, and gathered the whole lot in his arms. “You said her name was Violet Hailwind?”
Everett gave him a cautious look. “And that had been a mistake, hadn’t it?”
“Don’t look so worried,” Jack told him. “I’m just going to look into her a bit more. Hell, maybe all witches. I can’t go back into the library now, they’ll know what I’m doing,” he mumbled more to himself. “Maybe I can just check to see if the coast is clear later –”
“Will you please eat something,” Everett snapped, “and stop worrying about witches?! They’re none of your concern! Now. Have a cookie.”
Jack took the offered pastry, and caught the sunlight pouring in as it reflected off Everett’s silver fang earring. Silver. He gestured at it with his cookie. “You have a werewolf mate with that thing on?”
His expression turned grim. “My mate was the one that gave it to me. Sometimes . . . well, some werewolves just can’t . . . control themselves. It’s for protection.”
Jack’s fingers twitched on the cookie, just the very thought of what that might mean another weight on his chest, and like the other unwanted thoughts, he shoved it down and crammed the cookie into his mouth. He paused, just long enough to moan under his breath and for him to remember that he was starving, and as he turned back in the direction of his bedroom, he asked, “Did you make these?”
“Did I not tell you elves are powerful?” Everett said with a raise of his chin. “Better let me lead the way, we don’t want to get lost.”
“No need,” Jack smiled indulgently. “I have a strong memory.”
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A Christmas Carol
by finemeal
Danny's doing okay. Why does everyone think he's not doing okay? He's been running the Infinite Realms just fine. He doesn't need to interact with anyone to do his job. He's not isolating himself, he's okay. He promises.
Clockwork disagrees.
Words: 1055, Chapters: 1/5, Language: English
Series: Part 7 of ❄️ Haunting Heroes DPxDC Winter Advent 2023 ❄️
Fandoms: Danny Phantom, Justice League & Justice League Unlimited (Cartoons)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Major Character Death
Categories: Gen
Characters: Danny Fenton, Clockwork (Danny Phantom), Diana (Wonder Woman), Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Danielle "Dani" Phantom, Dan Phantom
Relationships: Clockwork & Danny Fenton, Danny Fenton & Dan Phantom & Danielle "Dani" Phantom
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - A Christmas Carol Fusion, Ghost King Danny Fenton, Haunting Heroes Winter Advent 2023 (Danny Phantom and DCU), yes beta we live like danny fenton mostly did, jazz fenton died, not traumatically, but just know she died, it's sad and comes up so strap in, mcd happens in chapter 2, dani goes by ellie, Grief/Mourning, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, danny's isolating himself and clockwork said it's time for therapy, wonder woman is ghost of christmas past, superman is ghost of christmas present, batman is ghost of christmas yet to come, Danny Phantom needs therapy, Hailwind will be mentioned, Hailwind is great, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending
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Scars
(( Written by my pal, Nick, about his character who is with Ode’s forces on Argus! ))
The young man stood shirtless inside the dark red tent, sheltered from the heat and blowing ash that Argus was now associated with. Arker let out a small sigh as he looked down into the water basin, his hands gripping the sides of the bowl. The waters inside were tinted a dark red, and a blood-soaked rag laid on the table next to it.
Another friend -- gone, was all the boy could think as he stared at the bloodied rag, at least none of it was mine this time. Is that okay to think? No, it should have been me. He shook his head as if to break the negative train of thought and cleared his throat. He was tired of breathing in all ash and fumes that filled the planet’s air -- of his throat constantly burning. He wanted to go home. He wanted to stop fighting. Yet, every day I get up and I go back outside. I watch more men die. All for the people back home who aren’t fighting this war.
He pushed himself away from the table and looked to the standing mirror in the corner of the room, What am I thinking? I shouldn’t complain. I get to bathe. I could sleep in comfort if I wished. I could go home at any point, and all because my father was friends with Lord Aragos. He frowned and moved to look at himself in the mirror and he almost couldn’t recognize himself. His hair was long, and the slight curl to it gave it an almost messy look. His beard was more unkempt and longer than he liked to keep it. His body was bruised, and he had plenty of new scars that marked him as a member of this war. He focussed on the diagonal scar on his face. It trailed from two inches under his right eye, down across his cheek, and to his jawline.
If I hadn’t have moved back those six inches, that wrathguard’s blade would have buried into my neck, and I would be dead right now. He remembered the feel of blood covering and pouring down his face. He remembered feeling the rage and anger that lead him to kill the wrathguard. He remembered feeling fortunate that he moved when he did. What he remembered most, however, was the guilt that followed his survival of the battle.
His hand moved to touch at a scar on the left side of his chest -- about three inches to the left of his heart. The mark was clearly made by an arrow or a bolt from a crossbow. He remembered that moment as clear as day too. It was an ambush, and it was the first time he had encountered a group of cultists that he started to know well. So many died that day, and I got to live because the arrow shot a couple of inches too far to the left, and because my team had my back. The feeling he remembered most of that day, wasn’t negative, though. It was gratitude. He was grateful to be a part of a group that cared so much for each other. If it weren’t for his brothers in arms, he would have bled to death right there.
His eyes moved to the more recent scars: two stab wounds on the left side of his abdomen, both very close to each other; a stab wound the same size on his right shoulder; two slices along the outside of his right forearm; and one slice along the outside of his left. They all looked relatively recent, as they were still a dull purple color. The counter attack. They had scouted out the location of a cultist encampment and attacked under the cover of night. His group had been successful, but they had reacted quicker than expected. He had found himself disarmed and in a fight with a knife-wielding cultist. He stabbed me twice. Light, it hurt so bad. He touched the two scars on his side lightly, feeling the tenderness of them. He remembered the panic, and having to block slashes with his own arms. He remembered the hope he felt with the man overextended and stabbed across at his right side. He remembered the pain of the blade entering his shoulder, and the satisfaction when he broke the man’s nose with his fist. He remembered the relief he felt when he was able to wrest the knife from his own flesh. What stuck with him the most, however, was the rush he felt when he got on top of the man and stabbed his six times in the chest with his own knife. That feeling has haunted him ever since, and he hated himself for ever feeling it.
His gaze finally broke from the mirror and he looked down at his hands, lightly massaging his knuckles. They were bruised and split open in some places. He closed his eyes and let out a small sigh. Does war make everyone a monster? Is this who I am now? Have I always been a man who is capable of beating someone to death with his bare hands? His hands trembled and he let them drop to his sides as he shivered. He made a bee-line for his shirt and quickly fumbled to get into it, as if hiding the scars would help him forget they existed. He fastened his scabbard to his hip and thought of his father and the woman he stole his sword back from, Light, father, Caroline… I hope you find it in your hearts to forgive me for all I’ve done.
His prayer was interrupted by a man opening the flap to the tent -- a soldier from Dragonblade’s army. The man spoke up, “Sir Hailwind? Lady Dragonblade and Lord Aragos await your report in the command tent.”
Arker nodded in response and spoke softly, “Aye, um… I’ll head there shortly. Thank you.” As the soldier left, Arker closed his eyes and took a moment to center himself. A man dies in my arms, expecting -- no, hoping I can save him. Soldiers young and old died for what? A canyon ridge? A ledge of rock was worth the lives of those men? He let out a long breath and walked outside into the swirling ash and started towards the command tent. Light let this war end soon.
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