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code :: @capitanfluffy ( edited by @sourrpatchcat ) design :: @91207 art :: @sourrpatchcat backgrounds :: g00gle ( edited by @sourrpatchcat ) bio :: ginger she/her likes winter, playing with frost, hide and seek dislikes hot cocoa, the sight of bl00d [ frost ( blue-white dragon in the meme ) uses she/they ] story :: ginger lay by the fire, eyes closed. she was comfortably warm, a calming smell soothing her. the toasty feeling enveloped her and she melted into sleep. she woke up in her and frost’s room, the feeling leaving her. ginger concluded it was a dream and went to the kitchen. it wasn’t her house or family, but frost’s, her friend. it was how it was thought, how it always was. it was just a way of life, not that either dragons minded. they always hung out and explored. ginger and frost would play in the snow, race each other and fly through the forest. it was great. one day, they were playing and ginger went into their room to hide. she slid under frost’s bed. she rarely went into her friend’s side of the room now that she thought about it, so ginger considered it a great spot, less likely for frost to think she’d hide there. while squeezing under, she knocked something over. it was a gingerbread figuring, with hardened frosting on its snout and wings, and gumdrops lining the back and tail. there were even mini candy cane horns. it looked just the ginger. she felt warmth filling her at the thought of frost making it, clearly in her image. she stood it back up and crawled under the bed. after frost found her, they decided to play in the forest. but while messing around, a dead tree fell on frost’s head, knocking her unconscious. ginger was terrified, worried for her friend. frost was rushed to the hospital and got a room next to the kitchens. frost didn’t wake up, but the doctors assured the family she’d be okay. ginger sat by their bedside, trying to hold back her emotions. she noticed that the room was sadly bare. wanting frost to wake up in a room that felt at least a bit like home, ginger left to get some items and decorate. on the way back to the house, she couldn’t help feeling overwhelmed, thinking about what would happen if frost /wasn’t/ okay. she felt tears streaming down her face. ginger couldn’t remember the last time she cried. wiping her cheeks, she realized they weren’t normal tears. she was crying half-melted frosting! taken aback, ginger checked if those were really her tears, but they were. this was quite distressing. while she looked like a gingerbread cookie, it was just her scale design. maybe she had cried like this before. ginger tried to remember. exploring in the woods— perfectly fine. hide and seek— getting found was funny, not a reason to cry. making gingerbread cookies— she paused. they had made gingerbread cookies and that’s why ginger had that weird fire dream. but she couldn’t actually remember making them. in fact, she couldn’t remember anything outside of everything they did that winter. wiping the tears from her face, she attempted to put the thoughts aside and tried to focus on the task at hand. she had gathered several items when she remembered the edible figurine. ginger didn’t want to leave frost’s side, but having the gingerbread there would give her comfort when she had to go. it wasn’t under the bed, but she found it on a shelf. when picking it up, ginger felt something on the figurine and turned it over. on the face was a frosting tear, not yet hardened, like it was fresh. ginger knew it wasn’t there right before they’d gone exploring, so frost wouldn’t have had time to add it. *what does this mean?* ginger realized she knew, and she felt the figurine fall from her talons. quickly, she rushed outside, thoughts and emotions jumbled in her mind. but they quickly left when she saw fire in the distance. the hospital! ginger flew over frantically. some dragons were shouting to get water from the lake. the /frozen-over/ lake. she pivoted around, looking for frost. she spotted frost’s mother looking at the fire and flapping her wings frantically, definitely distressed. frost was still in there! she surged forward, but a dragon bumped into her. they were saying something— that the fire had started in the kitchens. the kitchens that frost’s room was next to. ginger flew forward, terrified. she entered the burning hospital, the screaming of other dragons fading into the background. the fire’s warmth was soothing. ginger pushed away the memory of her dream, which felt just like this. as she got deeper in, the fire was becoming unbearable. ginger wasn’t burning like a normal dragon, but her scales were blackening and crumbling. her vision was blurred from tears, but she pushed forward. finding frost’s room, which was enveloped in the harsh flames, she saw her friend was still there, now awake and crouched in front of her bed, in the middle of room. [ cont ]
[ read instructions first ] ginger rushed forward and shelter them with her wings. the white-ish scales lining them were melting and dripping in the heat. ginger winced— it was just like frosting. she rushed her friend out of the room, and tried to navigate back to the entrance, stumbling and knocking into burning walls. the pain was unbearable, but ginger continued, coughing up ash. *as long as I can keep frost safe, I’m fine,* she managed to think. she and frost stumbled out of the burning building. ginger felt the feeling that was boosting her to keep moving through the fire ebbing. she collapsed. frost looked into her friends eyes, visibly worried. “frost, I…” ginger didn’t know what to say. she was blackened and burned, crumbling where the fire got her the worst. “I’m not an actual dragon, am I?” frost’s eyes filled with tears. ginger didn’t know if she was crying— her vision was blurring and she found it hard to focus on her friends face. “you are to me,” frost managed, sobbing. ginger nodded. that was enough for her. she closed her eyes, and the sounds of crying, flapping of wings and distressed calls faded. and she melted into the comfortable feeling of toasty fire. - - - art should be coming soon :)) I absolutely love Ginger’s design <33 I’m also going to make an animation that will be much better at showing the story ( is it cold outside? ) but idk if I’ll be able to get it in in time ^^” if I do get the design, I’ll definitely use her for dragon-drawing practice. I’ll also post the is it cold outside animation if I don’t get to it as a dtae :D ( I know you’re probably tired of hearing the ending song but it fits the vibe :> ) time taken :: TOO MUCH.
