Hey Uhhhh If This Reaches The Person Who Uploaded My Art To Pinterest Without My Knowledge And Didn’t

...I’ve just had a bit of an idea running around my head ever since we found out about Clouse’s sleeping issues

If one of the kiddos got up due to a nightmare or sleeping issues and Clouse found them since he was still up would he talk to them at all

Like have a bit of a heart to heart

(I just want Uncle Clouse okay TmT)

Oh my god absolutely yes. I need to write a drabble  about this when skylor was younger it’s 2 am and this is going to be unedited so please excuse any spelling or grammatical errors I’m so filled with love for this idea.

The ticking of the clock was something Clouse had grown accustomed to in the otherwise still silence of the night. The creaking of the walls as the monastery shifted, wind whispering just outside the window, the nearly silent beating of bats’ wings in the nearby trees.

Clouse stood in one of the halls with a warm cup of tea in his hands, keeping his otherwise frigidly cold hands warm. He was staring out the window, occasionally glancing down both sides of the hallway when taking sips from his cup. The tea was poorly seeped, having sat in the overheated water for longer than intended, but it was enough to keep himself grounded after yet another two hours of relatively restless sleep.

He stayed in silence for what felt like eternity, boredom encompassing him despite his best efforts to think of things that were even remotely interesting. He thought about returning to the kitchen, or what Master Chen called a kitchen— being more a shottily built brick oven, questionably plumbed sink, cabinets and a pantry— and cleaning up the mess from Garmadon’s attempt at making dinner. After deciding that was better than standing around and not being productive, Clouse pushed himself off the wall and began to quietly walk the halls toward the kitchen.

While walking, Clouse heard something that was not of the usual nightly ambiance. He heard... Whimpering, what maybe even pass as quiet sobs, coming from his Master’s daughter’s room. He halted just after passing the door, slowly turning his head and pausing for a moment to register the sound.  He had to admit, it pulled at his heart, if only the smallest amount. He stood still for another moment before hearing another series of sniffling from the room, shaking his head and quietly stepping toward the door, knocking as quietly as he could in hopes Skylor may hear.

There was a pause, before a quiet voice spoke up from within, “... Fafa?” The name usually reserved for Chen, who had insisted his young daughter call him ‘father’, and of course, at the time of Skylor just beginning to speak, she could not pronounce that many syllables.

“... No. Clouse.” He answered after a moment, clenching his jaw for a moment when silence crept back up on him. Maybe he should have woken Master Chen to deal with this, maybe she didn’t want someone who wasn’t even her family to come to her aid, maybe—

The door creaked open, making Clouse take a step back and look down toward the young girl. She held a strong face, but it was obvious she had been crying. Her room was a mess, obvious her power had gotten out of hand on account of the only element she had absorbed being Garmadon’s. Her blanket was in tatters, many of her hand sewn dolls halfway turned to ash, and her lamp broken on the ground. Clouse looked visibly panicked for a moment after seeing the sharp glass all over her floor, but quickly attempted to regain his composure. He swallowed and moved to put his cup down on the dresser just inside Skylor’s room, then kneeling down to get eye-level with her.

“What happened here?” He managed to ask after a moment, Skylor curling in on herself ever so slightly as if she were in trouble. Clouse paused before shaking his head, cautiously moving to put a hand on her shoulder. “You aren’t in trouble,” He carefully chose his words, “I just... Want to know what happened. I won’t tell your father if you don’t want me to.”

Skylor seemed to think for a moment, clenching and unclenching her tiny fists as she looked toward the floor. After a beat, she began to speak, almost like she was admitting to something she’d done wrong. “I had... A dream. That these mean... Monsters, in all black with these... These big white eyes, tried to hurt Fafa— and, and Lloyd, and— Uncle Gar, Aunt Ako, and— And you, and— I couldn’t stop them, I couldn’t—” She began to work herself up again, her face becoming flushed with fear and anger, tears brimming in her eyes, “I couldn’t do anything about it! I was—I couldn’t,” She sobbed, immediately reaching forward in an attempt to hug Clouse for comfort— Something he allowed, but was taken aback by.

It took him a moment to reciprocate the hug, looking dazed as if he was having trouble processing this information. He stayed silent for a moment as he pat the girl’s back, like he had seen Garmadon or Misako do with Lloyd whenever the toddler got upset about something. “... Well, those ‘mean monsters’, you called them,” Clouse said after a moment, tentatively picking up Skylor in his arms as he stood, “They can’t hurt you, or us. Your father would never let that happen. Your... Uncle, Garmadon, would see them turned to ash where they stood!” Clouse said matter-of-factly, then grimacing a bit to himself as he saw Skylor shrink back into herself again.

“But— But... That doesn’t mean it isn’t okay to be fearful about it happening. Nothing will ever come to harm us, nor you. You know that little slime ball you’ve acquainted yourself with would never let that happen.” Clouse offered a nod and the most reassuring look he could, Skylor sniffing and rubbing her nose on her sleeve as she nodded in understanding, despite his name-calling of The Overlord. “... Promise? You won’t let any monsters take you all away?” She looked up at him with questioning eyes, Clouse looking back at her before he tried to offer a reassuring smile. “I promise. Now, let’s try and get this room cleaned up before your father wakes up. Do you want to play ‘magic’?” Clouse hummed, resituating Skylor in his arms. Her eyes widened before she grinned and nodded, Clouse raising his free hand as a dark purple aura began to form within his palm. The broken lamp slowly began to piece itself back together on her bedside table, the pieces dancing in a line as they did so. They twirled and flipped back into place, Skylor giggling and singing an incomprehensible tune to herself quietly, Clouse tapping his foot along to the strange and random beat best he could.

Soon, the room was relatively back to normal— the ash being cleaned and Skylor being supplied with a new blanket. Clouse sat next to her bed as Skylor got resituated under the sheets, then giving him a bright smile as she got comfortable again— him giving her a small and polite smile back.

After tucking her in properly and turning out the candles, Clouse began to leave the room, stopped briefly by Skylor’s goodbye;

“Goodnight, Uncle Clouse!” She whisper-yelled to him, nearly stopping him in his tracks completely.

After a pause, Clouse replied, “Goodnight, Skylor.”

He shut the door behind him with a smile on his face. 

Sketches from Hiatus Part 3

Just a quick sketch of Venge breaking the fourth wall (I based it off of that one vine)

I have tons of these weird little stick figure comics in my sketchbook (I can provide a transcript of what going on if needed, my handwriting can be pretty hard to read)

More SLG Garm! (He is from @ask-sensei-lord-garmadon) And don’t mind the kitten trying to eat my sketchbook in the corner

This was heavily inspired by a comic I saw once or twice. Unfortunately, I can’t find the artist or the comic, so I can’t credit them, which I feel really bad for. If I find them I’ll edit this and give them credit.

Garmadad and Garmason fluff (Order goes: Movie, Show, SLG, and then Show again)

This was part of another drawing challenge that Leaf and I created, this prompt was just Mystaké and Bentho hanging out

Perspective???practice with Emperor Garm! It’s not fantastic, but it’s pretty good for the second time I’ve ever drawn someone with their head tilted down.

Drew some quotes that are from Emperor’s New Groove that suited the tlnm

And that’s it for this post!

Guess who’s back after months of being gone! I have a few different posts to make, but this will be the first. Also, a lot of these drawings were made months apart so the art style is a bit fluid.

First up, I’ve been trying to figure out how to draw characters from Rescue Bots (see: my favorites). Kade is the first newest attempt!

Then we have, of course, High Tide

Reference picture I relied heavily on:

And a shitpost!

That’s all for this post, but I promise there’s more to come! I might space updates out over days because I don’t want to flood anyone’s dash suddenly!

HELLO THESE ARE BEAUTIFUL

Some sketches inspired by @frost-the-ice-dragons-reblogs (sorry to tag alt acc, i can't seem to tag the other) and their fic master of destruction!

I highly recommend checking it out as it is my favourite fanfic and my favourite written piece of media of all time :D

Here’s the finished product of Seth and Celebrant playing Minecraft!

Sketchbook Saturday ft. Losing My Mind Trying to Draw TFE Megatron consistently

I have a couple of posts lined up for the next few weeks but then I’ll run out lol

Still drawing this guy. Haha fun shapes

2nd time drawing TFP Starscream! Little bastard man

Dottie! I love her so much. She’s such an interesting character, and Benni Latham is incredibly talented.

And here’s Megatron, who somehow manages to look different every time I draw him. I’m starting to get the hang of him, but sir please

The man himself again! Every time I have art block I start drawing High Tide for some reason

Scoot TF2. I started drawing a bunch of old hyperfixiations, including the annoying Boston boy himself. I tried an in-game version and a comic version. Not sure which I prefer

Speaking of old hyperfixiations, I was obsessed with Marvel for a while. Here’s the Mad Titan himself, in the style that I wanted when Infinity War was coming out.

Until next week!

Sketchbook Saturday

It’s mostly Ratchet tbh.

But first, Hawkmoth, aka the second terrible French father that’s been in a fandom I’ve been a part of. He’s fun, as you can clearly see.

A pair of Ratchets.

A holoform design for Ratchet, heavily based on /lauren-bennett’s design of Ratchet’s holoform version. Someone please teach me how to draw braids

I want to know what happened to Megs’ scars after the Dweller episode. Did they just… heal? It seemed significant, and I’m hoping they circle back to it!

And finally, more Ratchet and Megatron. The bucket head is fun to struggle with :)

That’s all the art I have for now. Thanks for reading through!

You're getting married to your Tumblr pfp how fucked are u

Heyo just had a quick question. Would anyone be interested if I made an ask blog for the Elemental Fighters AU? It would probably have few updates for a while and I would have to finess the plot but I think it could really help my art. I also might switch between ask blog style and regular comic style depending on my motivation, but if you guys think it would be fun then I am happy to get started!

Some details about the AU from previous posts here: https://frost-the-ice-dragon.tumblr.com/post/674043623487242240/so-what-else-is-going-on-during-the-elemental

OH SHIT I FORGOT TO MENTION IT’S CALLED MYSTAKÉ’S DEATH IN A NUTSHELL

Hey guys look at this animatic/animation I started over a year ago and promptly lost the motivation to finish