#ROTG Hope Week

[ksclaw]

RoTG Hope Week 2023 day 1 - Anchor

@rotg-hope-week

A day late as always, don’t know if I’ll get anything else done, but I like how this one turned out. Experimented a bit with painting and textures in Clipstudio.

And if anyone gets inspired to write something based on this, go ahead.

[rotg-hope-week]

RotG Hope Week Movie Stream!

Posting for Hope Week begins this Sunday (April 9th) ! :D

To kick things off, on Saturday April 8th, we’ll be hosting a stream of Rise of the Guardians in the RotG discord server! Movie will begin at 4pm EST.

Come join us using the invite below~~ If the link has expired, just shoot a message to the mods @bunnimew

Hope to see you there! :)

https://discord.gg/YvZ2wCyB

[askmyname]

For RotG Hope Week 2023

Goat/Heart

@rotg-hope-week

Rating: Gen

Ship: Blackice

Tags: rituals, goat heart, college au, kinda in the background tho

Ignore that it's an hour past midnight here, I'm counting this one as on time since I haven't slept

Summery:

Pitch convinces Jack to preform a ritual with him that involves the heart of a goat. The outcome turns out to be a little unexpected.

[vindikaetion]

Jack likes to give surprise kisses when Hiccup goes flying.

Toothless is not amused.

[fanarchoslashivist]

Starting to reach the end of my older sketches, three of these I did recently. Most of what I have left are just little thumbnails.

Hope I've managed to capture a full range of expressions. I had a lot of fun cleaning these up to share with everyone.

[lennariel]

Well, the concept of hanahaki disease is pretty much angst by itself isn't it? So, that means I have permission to be kinda cruel? 👀Because an idea already crossed my mind and I don't want to leave it aa

[goldenslumbersketchbook]

Sketchbook Log: Let’s Play games! ROTGHOPEWEEK is complete!

Individual Art: Sandy , Tooth, Bunny, North , Jack, Pitch

Bonus: Mary

Thank you @rotg-hope-week for hosting a great fun event!

[falleafs]

day one: creak @rotg-halloween

geez, I forgot to post this haha. it was fun, I have only been drawing sketches for the last few weeks, but I hope to do more like this :)

[bunnimew]

Thanks for the shout out! :D We have an active and very chill rotg discord. Anyone is welcome, just send us a message! ��🖤

are there any rotg discords?

Yes, there are. But I don't know if it's free, open invite to everyone. I'd suggest asking @bunnimew, as I believe they're a mod over there.

[gilly-moon]

Sorry to hear you’re not feeling well! :( If you’re looking for some inspiration, RotG Hope Week is currently running with a set of prompts that might interest you. If not, maybe Pitch and Jack dancing? (Swing or otherwise) I’m weak for them dancing together 😭❤️❤️

Love your blackice creations! 🖤❄️

Thank you so much ♡ and I totally forgot Hope Week was a thing, I’m definitely going to check out the prompts!

Until then, here’s some dancing boyos ♡

[blackbeeno3569]

@rotg-hope-week Day 2: Billiards

"THE CONCENTRATION"

[rotg-hope-week]

ROTG Hope Week 2024 - 31 March through 6 April

The last few years have been rough on many of us, and we could all use a little Hope.

So once again we're back for the RISE OF THE GUARDIANS April[ish] fandom creation event, starting on Easter Sunday, March 31st at 12:01AM Eastern US Time, and ending on Saturday, April 6th at 11:59PM Eastern US Time.

We're trying something a little different this year - one overarching theme, that of games, with a daily Column A choice and a Column B choice, so that participants can take their pick of one or two prompts to fill per day.

GUIDELINES:

7 days, 14 prompts, with your choice of one or two prompts per day.

Visual, aural, textile, and literary works are allowed - fanart, fanfiction, gifs, edits/manips, cosplay, fanmixes, crafts, or ask-and-answer IF THEY FIT THE PROMPT.

Creation of original material is preferred for this event, rather than reblogs.

Inspiration should be drawn from the GUARDIANS OF CHILDHOOD bookverse and the RISE OF THE GUARDIANS movieverse.

Don’t feel like you ***must*** post a piece Every… Single… DAY, and/or fill every single prompt.  Burnout is not fun.  But do try to post at least ONE piece during the seven days of the challenge.

Be sure to tag your works with @rotg-hope-week, and list #rotghopeweek2024 in one of your first 5 tags.

Please tag works accordingly, and be sure to use any warnings for sensitive and potentially triggering subjects.  

HAVE FUN, and support your fellow creators.

PROMPTS:

Day One: Jacks/Charades

Day Two: Ping-Pong/Billiards

Day Three: Jenga/Scavenger Hunt

Day Four: Pinball/Roleplaying Games

Day Five: Chess/Video Games

Day Six: Dominoes/Card Games

Day Seven: Cat’s Cradle/Hopscotch

Your mods this year are @sylphidine and @bunnimew.

Find your center, and let's keep that Guardians spirit alight!

[askmyname]

For RotG Hope Week 2023

Seashells

@rotg-hope-week

Rating: Gen

Ship: Blackice

Tags: Seashells, swamp mer au, swamp mer jack, mermaid au, witch!pitch, fluff, ficlet

Still not the right day. Still shut up.

Summery:

Jack brings Pitch a gift For RotG Hope Week 2023 prompt Seashells

[bunnimew]

Scavenger Hunt

For @rotg-hope-week Day 3

North had so many things for Jack to 'misplace.' His workshop was a gold mine of potential chaos.

He was 'borrowing' one of North's hammers when gold eyes opened in a nearby shadow.

Jack glared. "You can't stop me."

"Of course not," Pitch said. "I'm here to help."

Jack grinned.

[dervampireprince]

ASMR | ROTG - Pitch x Listener SFW Nightmare King Attempts To Comfort You

[M4A] [Established relationship] [Comfort]

I've had a lot of requests to bring Pitch back so I hope he gets a warm welcome back. I've been struggling with ideas for him, so if anyone has any prompts for him feel free to drop them in the comments.

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Old public spicy audios on sound gasm (link in pinned post). 2 Exclusive spicy audios on Patreon every month. I also stream on Twitch every week @ dervampireprince . [minors + ageless blogs dni. this blog is for 18+ only.] [do not repost/reupload/edit any of my content]

[stormingfrost]

Wonders of the Invisible World 

Tags: Body horror, major character death, Implied/Referenced child abuse, original characters, pitch/sandy

summary: 

Through hundreds of years of strange things happening all over the world, finally someone sees. The Bennett family is now at the forefront of every children's tale - except, now, they learn that these tales are not only real, but much, much darker than they first thought.

For @rotg-halloween day three: cabin

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chapter three: Cabin 

under cut

Joyce walked through her house, gathering ingredients for pancakes. Sophie got up, but Jamie hadn’t. They didn’t like eating before presents, but Joyce insisted. It was good for them. 

Sophie stared at the pile of presents on the floor. Her little hands flexed. Her eyes were longing. 

“Soph, go get your brother.” Sophie grinned. 

“Jamie!” She shouted, running up the stairs. “Santa came! It’s Christmas! Christmas!Wakey wakey!” 

Joyce stared at the presents. 

It was strange. That wasn’t her wrapping paper. She set the pancakes on the table. 

Sophie ran down the stairs, her tiny footsteps echoing throughout the house. Jamie followed, less excited. He seemed tired, yawning and grumpy. He slumped down in his chair, staring at Sophie getting into hers. 

“How’d you sleep?” Joyce asked, ruffling Jamie’s hair. “Stay up late waiting for Santa?” 

“Something like that,” Jamie grumbled. 

He looked over to the presents, but instead of the smile she expected, he looked uneasy. 

Jamie absentmindedly wiggled his loose tooth. It was ready to fall out. Joyce hoped he wouldn’t lose it on the car ride over to the cabin, but those kinds of things were unpredictable. 

Wrapping paper flew through the air, Sophie and Jamie excitedly examining their presents. 

Joyce hadn’t bought some of the toys they got. She couldn’t afford them. 

So why did they appear under the tree? They got presents from Andy and Vivian, yes, but they opened those last week. Did they put surprise presents under the tree? Joyce didn’t have any other explanation. 

The way to the cabin was snowy and long. Joyce shuffled her kids into the car, watching as Sophie played with her new toys and Jamie inserted a DVD into his portable player. 

He was asleep an hour in. Sophie didn’t sleep in cars, so she just played in her seat, apologizing when Joyce told her to be mindful of her bother. 

They still had a while to go.

Her parents’ cabin was nestled into the side of a mountain, isolated and surrounded by trees. Her legs were cramping and her tailbone ached, but at least they arrived safely. Sophie hopped out of the car, running to her grandparents. They enveloped her in a hug. Jamie was slower, blinking sleep away and grabbing his bag before saying hi to everyone. 

Vivian was the first to arrive, before Joyce, but she seemed to avoid her and Jamie. Joyce wanted to know what exactly went down in the woods. 

She wasn’t exactly planning on being an accessory to murder. 

“Andy called,” Grandma said. Joyce mentally wondered when she stopped addressing her mother as such. “He’s going to be late. Big crash, loads of traffic.” 

Grandma’s tree was bigger than Joyce’s. Her decorations were nicer, although she wouldn’t choose the color that Grandma did. A pit of anger and resentment dropped in her stomach. 

Some of her presents had the same wrapping of the presents that seemed to appear out of nowhere. It looked odd next to her normal presents, the wrapping paper tacky and bright. 

Lunch was simple, some rolls and pasta. Grandpa was hunched over in the kitchen, watching the dinner that he wouldn’t let anyone else help prepare. Grandma sat in her chair, absent from conversation and clicking on her phone. 

“Viv,” Joyce started. Vivian looked startled, her lips pressing into a line. 

“How was traffic?” She seemed relieved, shrugging. 

“Fine. Finally got my car to stop smelling bad.” 

She froze, realizing she mentioned the thing she was avoiding. 

“Why did your car smell?” Jamie asked. 

“I took it into my car,” she muttered. “We drove it to the colonist cemetery.” 

What she meant by “it,” Joyce didn’t know. Jamie seemed alarmed, tensing up and looking down, picking at his food with his fork. Sophie was oblivious to the tension. Jamie opened his mouth, probably to ask the question that he cried into Joyce’s shirt when his dreams got bad, but Vivian stood up, her plate half full. 

“Thanks for the lunch, Mom,” she said, heading for the kitchen. Grandma didn’t bother to look up.

Jamie deflated. 

“Ask Uncle Andy,” Joyce said. 

“But he’s not even here yet!” Jamie slid down his chair, pouting. 

The presents under the tree had the same wrapping paper as the unknown presents. Joyce stared at them, watching as they were handed to her children. 

Grandma always got them two presents: one that her kids never played with, and one they loved. She recognized Grandma’s wrapping paper that held the presents the kids politely pretended to like. The good presents were with the wrapping paper that the unknown presents were in. 

Vivian got a present this year. Grandma told them all when they were about 11 that they would stop getting presents from her. And so, they stopped. The last present she got was the only one from them that she truly appreciated. It was a family heirloom, a silver locket with a cameo that was passed down for centuries. She touched it lightly. Joyce never took it off. 

There was a new present for Andy too. They had the weird wrapping paper. 

“I don’t remember this,” Grandma muttered. “I must’ve…” 

There was a look on her face like she was forgetting something. She hummed, getting up and walking out of the room. 

“That was weird, right?” Vivian asked, looking back. Grandpa didn’t bother looking up from his phone. 

“Yeah,” Joyce said. Her kids were distracted with their toys. 

“I’m sorry you didn’t get one. I didn’t know she would get us presents this year.” Joyce shrugged. 

“She wouldn’t get me anything I’d like.” 

Vivian held up her present. It was a nice book set, but Joyce didn’t recognize the publisher. It seemed to be in a language she couldn’t understand, but seemed familiar, like she saw it in a dream. 

“I like this. It reminds me of the great presents we got as kids.” Joyce smiled, warm memories of laughter bubbling up inside her. 

“Then they stopped until they didn’t want to bother anymore.” Vivian nodded, looking at the decorations. 

“Dad promised me some decorations, but then they just got rid of it all and brought these. They had nutcrackers and trains and all of our homemade ornaments…” 

The new decorations were nice, yes, but dull. Joyce didn’t understand why Christmas decorations had to be beige. She was crushed when she found out that her parents had thrown away her homemade Christmas spider. The beadwork she worked so hard on… The years of finger-painted gingerbread men and nutcrackers gifted from Vivian’s ballet studio. Andy’s favorite nerdy ornaments. Gone for the dullest color Joyce could imagine. 

“Where’s the kids?” 

Joyce snapped her attention to Vivian, before turning to where they should’ve been. 

The back door was open. Their snow gear was gone. They weren’t in the backyard. Joyce rushed outside.

“Jamie!” Vivian called, her voice echoing. 

“Sophie!” Joyce cried. 

A rubble in the Earth shook them, the trees swaying and snow falling. 

“Joyce-“ 

“I’m not leaving until I find my kids.“ 

Vivian stayed with Joyce, following as they waded through the snow.  

There was a voice from above. Vivian looked up and covered her mouth. Her eyes were wide and she froze in place.

Joyce looked up. 

Standing taller than the trees, maybe taller than the mountain itself, was a man. At least, that is what it looked like. 

The looming figure was dressed in red, with black fur around the coat. It held up a cupped hand, obscuring Joyce’s view of his face. 

The figure laughed, a booming noise that shook the trees. The language that the man spoke wasn’t one that Joyce knew, but one she remembered from a dream. Or a dream of a dream. 

Then she heard a faint voice. It sounded like Jamie. 

It came from the cupped hand. 

The man looked down at Joyce and Vivian. His piercing blue eyes stared into Joyce’s very being. She felt him pick through her soul, her actions and judgments being pulled apart and examined. 

The feeling of being a speck of dust in a Patri dish wasn’t one she enjoyed. 

The man’s eyes turned to Vivian, and the feeling evaporated. Instead of the icy blue, his eyes turned into space. She saw stars and galaxies and planets that were unfamiliar and vast. 

The man laughed. 

He lowered his hands, setting them just in front of Joyce. Her children held each other, staring at her. 

“Mom!” Jamie yelled, hopping off of the hands the size of a semi-truck and carrying Sophie. He ran to her and hugged her with Sophie. His hand was closed around something and his smile was missing one of his front teeth. He’d lost the tooth and kept it safe. Of course, he did. 

She breathed, her arms enveloping her children. They were okay. 

She looked up, seeing clouds and sky. 

“Where’d he go?” Vivian asked. 

“The North Pole,” Jamie said, pulling away from her. 

Joyce looked down at her children. 

They meant it. The giant was Santa.