#easterelf

[easterpookan]

getting a good nap in before Easter

[easterelf]

Jack's staff makes for a perfect place to sit if you're small enough

[sandflakedraws]

I've absolutely adored your art since the Rise of the Guardian days and honestly every time I see your art it just makes my day. Thanks for being such a big inspiration and now I'm gonna go watch the Trolls movie lol

ohhhh my gosh easterelf, hi!!! i recognize your username, gosh you've been with me awhile! thanks for your kind words and your support, it's so sweet omg.

if u do end up watchin the trolls movie i hope you have fun !!!!

[motherednature]

@easterelf liked for a starter!

"come, little elf..."

the voice is cool and regal, but the air around doodle swirls in warm eddies of spring air and fresh green leaves. it is seared with power unmatched, electrified with the unspoken promise of mother nature's unpredictability, but such is the price of doing business with an ancient goddess. besides, her mood seems to be favorable...for now.

"closer, into the copse of trees. i have a task for you..."

[animaterrena]

{ Don't let Doodle ever know about the floofy dark dinosaur he will desperately want RIDES }

If Doodle can get it to stand still for longer than FIVE seconds, he frankly deserves at least one ride.

[nerditudes]

Hi I was just rereading your old moon blog and I just loved that the moon clipper girl.dhgj the moon has a heart and its for that little elf boy i thought that was sot very cute. anyways i love your blog and cant wait to see how your eclipse goes

Egad I've been found!

Aaaa it's always nice to meet someone from the old ROTG RPC-- like holy heckity! Hi! I hope you're well it's been ages I've had moon moon for thirteen years now and A FAN OF CIEZA? YES!

EXCITED MOON NOISES!

Honestly Doodle and Cieza are so adorable together. Here-- have some art @mooniisms did back in the day. These were their Halloween costumes together-- AND IT FITS.

[fatherxfear]

"All et takes es one moments, one breaths, one reliefs. Let's et loose; let's et wild!" With an eager laugh a large blank egg is slipped into Kozmotis' hand along with a paintbrush.

The Nightmare King's cheeks gradually color, skin thawing beige. His eyes are wet as though the frigidity of rigor mortis has been reversed, spring thaw beneath iris of gold. He smiles and kneels to Doodle's height, as he always has.

"Yeah," he rasps, with a misty chuckle. He rallies, for though Doodle is grown, the little artist has a child's indomitable faith in the simple notion of things getting better. "One breath, relief."

He takes the egg and the brush and butt-scoots, with none of the dignity of his military upbringing, to a stabler sitting position.

"...I know we did this quite a bit before, but...I'm stuck. Not me bum, the...!" A bigger laugh, bordering on an obnoxious cackle, which is perhaps the only thing inherited from being Pitch that's endearing. "...the design! The egg design, silly, stop...laughing, here, just. Sit on my lap, that's good, and show me how you begin."

Dawn has risen and banished shadow. The word "begin" holds so much potential in this moment, and Koz can feel it. He can feel his chest decomporessing, his sternum stretching just a little, with an imagined sensation in response to a real feeling: hope.

[shiningsilverarmor]

A RAINBOW rockets into the star's chest as a tiny elf body splats with the most fervent of hugs for his old friend. "Noble Star! I misses juu so MUCH!!"

So-- it looked like his old age made him his quick reflects more delayed over the days because he was both blinded by poof of colors and the impact as he stumbled backwards on his bottom.

But-- it was something he been needing to splash over his grey world lately.

"No wonder I was missing some colors today.

Doodle, my oldest and dearest little coodle noodle elf. I've missed you too~~"

[brightchill]

"There es always tomorrows!"

"Doodle, it's 2 AM. This is way too early for you to be optimistic about anything, especially something that I'm not all that good at."

He's not practicing shapeshifting again- but Jack WAS fiddling around with magic to see if he could figure out anything new. He'd gotten really inspired by that old holiday movie about the living snowman- but all of his attempts to replicate something like it end with slushy piles of depressed ice that isn't particularly talented at dancing around.

It'd be cool to have little minions to help him out in an emergency, Jack thought. Plus people LIKED snowmen, so it wasn't a belief-sink to invest some time into them.

"I dunno what I'm doing wrong. Maybe it's cuz Frosty the Snowman is blocking me out? Does he have a patent on talking snow?"

[guardianofbelief]

The most enthusiastic of hugs indeed! Some small amount of paint is left behind on Jamie but Doodle squeezes tightly to a familiar long missed friend. "Has been too long since I seens juu! Es juu heres for a long time or just peekings en on us? Es almost Easter! Es juu exciteds for googies and chocolates?"

Grinning he booped his friend's nose in return. "It has been such a long time but just like Jack says We're always there as long as you believe. I'm hoping to stay for a long time, but if I can't I promise to visit more!!" At the thought of Easter he laughed brightly.

"Oh you know I wouldn't miss it this year. After all we've got so many eggs, I swear Sophie bought out the whole store! I can't wait to see what you're going to paint on yours!

I'm gonna paint snowflakes and a rainbows. Just a little reminder of good friends. "

[foundling-guardian]

MEMORY STONE!

Memory Stone

Arms were wrapped around smaller children, staring up with large frightened eyes.

"Katherine im scared!" One girl cried, weeping openly.

"Whats wrong with our bear!?" Another boy cried.

"I dont know! But--but dont worry Ombric will fix it!" A panicked shaky voice of a girl not much older than the ones she was protecting, trying desperately to be brave.

Gaze shifting from the children and tree surrounding them, out of the hollow. Past her father's legs.

Katherine, along with the older children, desperately shielding the little ones from the splintering wood around them as Big Root tried to fight their mad bear. Cowering behind Ombrics robes.

The sight of the hulking, massive bear that once brought such comfort and safety in this moment was one of horror. Then Ombric was gone.

Snatched by their own bears massive paws, into his jaws.

Ombric was gone. Her father was gone.

Their bear raising his paw over them like he would do away with them as well---

The younger children were screaming.

She was screaming.

[easterelf]

its been 300 years but it feels great to draw my Easter duo

have a 'I miss this fandom' warm up sketch

[nosenipped]

The next that Jack returns to his lovely Willow home Doodle's presence is incredibly obvious. Her bark has been painted in long swirls of colors that followed the twist & turns of her trunk. Stars of bright white rimmed in colors dot along the ebb & flow of the swirling kaleidoscope. At her base small flowers have been painted with delicate care. And as a final signature, what is clearly the tiny paint imprint of Doodle's hand pressed at one of Willow's more exposed roots. Beside the handprint, a small basket of chocolate eggs & some pots of paint.

　❛ dang. ❜

a whistle of noted impression, arms folded. whenever jack thinks he's seen the peak of doodle's creativity, the little elf somehow manages to top his previous work. he's happy, of course ( ... ) listening to the song woven into their newly painted willow, ecstatic about her new make over. her drooping branches stretches far beyond, to embrace jack themselves. ❛ yeah ! i see it, lookin' pretty good, ❜ something else foreign — saccharine & bold, awaits his arrival, a basket of goodies set at the foot of the willow, tenderly caressed by her wind—swept leaves. amongst it, pots of paints, huddled close.

a cheeky tone of disappointment, reaching within to inspect one of the goods. ❛ no stealing chocolates for us next weekend. ❜

[animaterrena]

"Oooooh! What es juu workings on?" x nightmare prompt

" 'TIS BUT A CONCEPT, for now. Nothing to flaunt. " How much of her work REMAINS an unrealized concept, she sometimes wonders. Willing creation into existence is not done with a simple wave of a hand -- even spells that sorcerers and wizards must speak to alter reality to their liking are ultimately just COMMAND PROMPTS. Instructions spoken into the fabric of existence, altering what is yet left malleable. Her work, too, is not unlike that of an ENGINEER. And sometimes, a project just refuses to work like you WANT it to. Such is the reason for a softly frustrated huff leaving her nostrils as she leans back, glaring at a tiny cluster of half-formed organic MATTER. " Woes of the creative process, huh Doodle? "

[nerditudes]

@easterelf

ELF! ELF IS HERE! Excited Clipper noises.

She's running to him as fast as her dainty feet will allow and tackling him in her delight at seeing him again. Sure, they were only apart a short time in the grand scheme of the cosmos. But every day apart from him felt like one without her heart.

"You are back!"

[fatherxfear]

"Happies Springs, Koz!!" A small mobile bouquet of messy blooms jingles cheerfully at Kozmotis' side before a familiar paint smeared smile peeks through, spitting out a petal or two before beaming up at his dear friend. Obviously, Bunnymund had already run through with Spring in his step but that didn't stop Doodle from wanting to gift Spring in his own way to loved ones. The bouquet was a haphazard mess of sentiment with magenta gillyflowers ( affection ), dainty balls of blossoming sweet alyssum ( you are worthy ) & last the white trumpeting stars of volkameria ( may you be happy ) Doodle peeks up at his friend, smiling at the snowdrop in his hair and the blooms all around them. "Es new beginnings of Spring! First steps of growings! I es glads that juu es heres ta sees et all."

The soldier curls downward and inward with a gentle smile, like the tendrils of a liky or the gray down of a dove’s feather folding.

“Hello, Doodle. My bravely caring little mate.”

He chuckles as he inspects the flowers with shockingly gentle fingers.

“I tried making you something, too. Something, it seems, that humans can grow on other planets.”

In the center of the white foam of volkameria, a modest, compact yellow and orange bloom, just one.

“It’s a zinnia, I…I think. Floriography is tricky but I just thought… what better way to encapsulate the concept of hope? Paint it for me.”