#snow cloud

[jesterbells]

24. Most expensive toy.

Definitely Snow Cloud

Her face when I told her she's the most expensive:

Snow Cloud is a Dream Valley Bor doll. She's resin so she lives in her cave (box).

[meegan-123]

☁️My lil Snow Cloud ☁️ mini hampter gif

[myfairynuffstuff]

Jean Lurçat (1892 - 1966) - Snow Cloud. 1929. Oil on canvas.

[elliottgarbett1995]

Festive doodles I did of the Care Bears, featuring Hanukkah (Top right), Yuletide (Middle right) and Frost Bear (Bottom left), the 3 festive Care Bears I designed myself... Christmas may be a bit different this year, but at least it doesn't stop us from coming home to those we hold dear...

Art by me x ❤️🎄❤️🎄❤️🎄

[acmeoop]

At Least It’s Trying To Snow “Rocko’s Modern Christmas” (1994)

[pr1ncemax]

“After much thinking,” Poppy announces, the baby swaddled in her arms, wrapped in a blanket Branch had knitted. “We decided to name her--”

“Snow Cloud.” Branch followed with the small troll clutching to one of his fingers.

The village cheered, not knowing that the tiny baby was gray. So gray that she looked worse than Branch ever had, and his heart lurched when he looked at her.

The shocking thing for Branch had been that she was a pale gray, near white. Her hair a dark gray, and eyes a pale blue. He held the small babe in his hands, holding her up to his face. Their noses touch and the small child goes to grab his face, causing his breath to hitch.

“You’re the end of a rainbow, a pot of gold.” Branch sings gently to her, “You’re daddy’s little girl.” He bounces the girl softly, who giggles in return. “to have and hold.”

“A precious gem is what you are, You're mommy's bright and shining star.” The little girl seemed to be listening with an intensity that he could only describe as ‘Poppy’. His hand cups around her tiny head, holding her. “ You're the spirit of Christmas, my star on the tree,” His voice gently in the tiny lullaby: “ You're the Easter bunny to mommy and me;” Branch spins in place, dancing with his precious daughter. “You're sugar, you're spice, you're everything nice, And you're Daddy's Little Girl.”

“ Little girl of mine, with eyes of shining blue.” Once again, lifting her up, their noses bump and she lets out a bright laugh. But her eyes are still an ice blue and her skin still a colorless gray. “ Little girl of mine, I love you, yes, I do.” He swallows, trying to hold back the tears that were beginning to form in his eyes.

“ No one else could be so sweet,” He looks at his laughing daughter. How could she be so happy and gray? Was it because of him? Was this all because of him? Tears began to pour from his eyes with the final line of his song, “You have made my life complete.” He looks at his little Snow Cloud, kissing her forehead, and letting himself cry. Praying that he wouldn’t turn gray: Afterall, he had to show her that it was possible to be happy.

Because it was. And nothing was more proof of that than the tiny, laughing, gray troll in his arms now. His daughter.

His Snow Cloud.

[pinkandgreenlivingthedream]

[sovereign-skies]