#tumble

Some Far Frozen art I've been too lazy to upload.

In order, the yeti OCs are Tundra, "Old Man" Icewind, Tumble, Yama, Cyan, and Yuki.

The little sketches Yeti with one arm is a baby Frostbite <3

The blue-maned creatures are a species in the Far Frozen called "korikirin", or "bluemanes" more simply.

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John Price- Captain– “My taxes didn’t prepare me for this”

He's downstairs. Cup of tea. Peaceful. Civilized. British.

And then—

thump. THUMP. THUMPTHUMPTHUMP—SPLAT

He turns.

Sees a blue blur ROLLING down the stairs like a cartoon.

Hair flopping. Diaper flashing. Socks? Betraying every law of friction.

She hits the ground like a sack of flour and just lays there, pacifier slowly spinning beside her.

followed by a split second of silence, then—

“WAAAAAAAAHH!!”

“OH BLOODY—SWEETHEART!?”

Finds her crumpled at the bottom of the stairs, crying, arms in the air.

He falls to his knees instantly, hands shaking as he checks every inch of her, heart racing like a war drum.

“You’re alright. Daddy’s got you. You’re alright, peaches. Breathe, breathe…”

Wraps her in a blankie like a burrito.

Simon Riley- Ghost – “What the hell did I just witness”

He hears the noise.

Looks up.

And sees her.

Rolling.

Rolling.

Like a tiny burrito in a blue sundress.

Pacifier flies off like a fighter pilot ejecting.

One sock peels off mid-air.

She FLIES off the bottom step and lands in a SPLAT—arms out, face down, diaper up.

Ghost doesn’t yell. He just stands there, stunned.

“…Fookin’ hell.”

She’s screaming. He scoops her up like she’s made of glass, rocking her back and forth with a shaking breath.

“You’re okay, love, I got you. I got you. Shhh…”

“Shh. You’re okay, little love. You survived gravity.”

He stares at the staircase like it insulted his bloodline.

John Mactavish -Soap – “OHMYGODOHMYGOD—”

She just wanted to follow him.

He’s halfway down the hallway when he hears it:

pitter-patter…

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. THUMPSPLAT.

He WHIPS around. Sees her spinning like a fidget toy in a blue blur of chaos.Tiny socks. Slippery step.He turned just in time to see her tumble.

“NOOOO—!”

She faceplants at the bottom. Tiny limbs splayed like a crime scene chalk outline.

He hits the ground knees-first, slides over, and scoops her up like she’s made of glass.

Drops the laundry, hits his knees and cradles her to his chest.

“I’m sorry, bonnie. I’m so sorry. Oh god, are ye bleedin’? Are you—? Please don’t cry—”

“Oh Jesus Mary and—she did a triple flip—I heard the flip—I SAW IT—”

Full body trembling. She’s fine. He’s not.

Refuses to let her go for the next 72 hours.

Kyle Garrick-Gaz – “That baby hit Mach 1”

He’s in the living room.

Looks up. Sees her go:

Step. Step. Slip. YEET.

Socks betrayed her.

Dress flared up like a tiny parachute.

She somersaulted TWICE and somehow ricocheted off the banister but the moment was slow motion.

“OH MY GOD—BABY GIRL—”

He sprints across the house like a dad in the Olympics.

Hits his knee on the coffee table. Doesn’t even feel it.

She’s lying on the carpet. Eyes wide. One sock gone. Pacifier still in her mouth like a champ.

“How many fingers am I holding up? Are you concussed?! Are you secretly indestructible?!”

Starts researching bubble wrap onesies.

Alejandro Vargas – “That was NOT physics”

He just looked away for one second.

Turns back.

She’s cartwheeling down the stairs like a cannonball in a church dress.

Pacifier flying. Dress fluttering. Sock rotating in slow motion like a Matrix shot.

She lands.

Face flat. Diaper puffed like a fallen cushion. Tiny grunt escapes her.

He freezes. Then YELLS.

“¡MI VIDA! ¿¡MI REINA!? ¿¡ESTÁS VIVA!?”

He’s sobbing before he even reaches her.

“Papá is here. Shhh, mija… you’re okay. I’m sorry. I should’ve been watching—”

He calls three pediatricians. Argues with two.

Stays glued to her side for 24 hours straight.

Wraps her in a thousand blankets. Rocks her like a lullaby machine.

Refuses to put her down for the next 3 months.

König – “I am going to cry into drywall”

He hears one sock slip.

Then?

thumpthumpTHUMPTHUMP—SPLAT.

He turns.

Blue blur. Diaper flash. Baby tumble.

It’s like watching a toddler cannonball down a flight of stairs.

“SCHATZ NEIN—”

Sprints faster than a tank. Grabs her. Checks her like a medic in war.

“Oh mein Gott… She is jelly. I cannot feel bones. I will call the priest—”

Panicking. Cradling her. Sobbing softly.

She’s just blinking at him like “👶?”

He won’t let her near the stairs again.

Ever.

Even when she’s 17.

Graves – “I’ve seen war, but that… was evil.”

He’s scrolling on his phone.

Sees a flash of blue.

THUD.

THUD THUD THUD THUD.

SLAP.

Silence.

He turns.

She’s face-first on the floor, one sock missing, arms limp.

Dead.

Or at least that’s what his soul screamed.

“SUGARBEAN?!”

Phone flies. Plate breaks.He tears through the hallway like it’s a mission gone wrong. He collapses beside her like a soldier returning from war.

She starts crying. He starts crying.

“I’m retiring. I’m retiring. We’re installing an elevator. This house is a death trap.”