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✦ an indie roleplay blog of the Easter Elf ✦ ✦ Doodle! ✦
portrayal inspired by dreamwork's rise of the guardians, guardians of childhood books & folklore mythology. OC & crossover friendly. adults (18+) only. ✦ believed in by Z. ✦
behold, the Easter elf!!
OH MY GOOGIES ITS HIM!!!!
YOU DID IT YOU MADE THE BEST LITTLE COLORFUL LAD IN THE WORLD IM MCLOSIN MY MIND AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! I'm only just now seeing this and I'm in LOVE ;W; You did AMAZING work lOOK at him he's so REAL and COLORS and hes so hAPPY!! I just wanna squish him up in a hug thats my emotional support rainbow wackadoodle elf bby rIGHT THERE!! Brilliant work omigoogies I cannot believe this is so amazing you pULLED OFF WONDERS!!
I’m just dreaming (Sandman) by ~AkagenoSaru
Sara Teasdale, from “A November Night” in Love Songs
Happy (late) 12th Anniversary to Rise of the Guardians!!! <3
i love this movie sm, is one of the reasons why I wanted to draw more and try more things so it has a big place in my heart
HC + Doodle's superstitions
headcanons!
ooooh superstitions! id say Doodle follows the pretty typical superstitions - blow out the birthday candles, knock on wood, four leaf clovers & wishing on shooting stars. Most of the superstitions normal mortals follow Doodle just sees as normal regular facts of life however thanks to his inclusion in the spirit world.
you are peeps flavored
"I ES NOTS. JUU TAKES THAT BACKS RIGHT NOWS BAFORES SOME LITTLIES BALIEVES ET."
Sharing this before I commit to any lines.
I’m looking at a few of my really stupid thumbnails and
I'll never be able to get this energy across in my fics. This stupid stop sign headed furry doritto looking ass rots my brain.
We don’t talk abt Picture Book Sandy and his little slippers enough
E. Aster "Go the fuck to therapy" Bunnymund
The tiny figure that served as a conduit to the Clipper's systems had powered down for the evening, as the Clipper's power often hit a low during a Lunar Eclipse. Thankfully, they were rare-- and even rarer to be a complete eclipse like tonight.
Needless to say, Cieza was surprised when she found herself booted up before her internal chronometer reactivated her. Even more so to find the Elf, her Doodle, holding her in his arms with his tiny lips touching hers.
She blinked, confused-- a bit disoriented as she entered low power mode. She intended to inquire as to why she'd been reactivated early-- but the haunting echo of an alarm summarized things far better than any words could.
That alarm that had cut through the air the night her Captain and his First Mate met their demise-- and she'd been left to look after their tiny copilot.
Now the elf was on board-- a pleasant surprise, but one that filled her with dread as that alarm meant only one thing.
"Fearlings. Proximity alarm." She muttered, hands reaching out to steady herself on the Elf.
"Doodle-- danger!" Cieza intoned, a bit more urgently. Despite being so low in energy, she did her best to emphasize the danger.
In danger they were. The Nightmare King made his way ever closer to the fading light in the sky-- confident his darkling powered machine would be more than capable of siphoning the light from the moon-shaped ship.
It was nostalgic, almost-- finally he'd succeed where he'd failed previously. There was no Nightlight to protect the Tsar. He'd flood the friendly Man in the Moon's mind with so many terrors it would drive him mad!
The sack of fearlings formerly known as Kozmotis chuckled-- amused at how effortless this all felt.
"Fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuck fuck." Darkside had moved across the hall swiftly, into the rather cozy room of the Tsar. Fabrics were draped around the circular room from the ceiling, enchanted to look like the night sky-- seen by eyes far different from the humans down below.
Mani rested on his own circular bed in the center of the room, sleeping peacefully. He rarely rested as it was-- his breathing was even and relaxed, pleasant dreams dancing in his head. Beside him on [another circular] bedside table was a sack of dreamsand.
Darkside looked about the room-- nothing seemed out of order. The lights were dim and the moon-shaped nightlight on the ceiling seemed to be doing its part, casting a soft glow about the room. Just enough to see by.
Scrambling across the bed he gripped the Tsar's shoulders, shaking him roughly.
"Wake UP! Come on-- ding ding ding. It's time to get up, Lunar. I heard one of the moon mice say tea sucks-- I think you should have a word with them--" But it didn't seem to work. The white haired male remained asleep, frustrating the shade further.
With a growl of indignation, Darkside unceremoniously tossed the male over his shoulder, his counterpart's arms dangling uselessly behind the shadow as he stumbled off the bed, still swearing under his breath.
He scrambled down the hallway at half-speed, trudging forward as expletives fell from his mouth in a continuous stream that would undoubtedly fill any swear jar to the brim. It was his hope that the Tsar would wake up to scold him for speaking in such a manner-- to no avail.
He'd head for Cieza's room, hopeful they could find a way out.
" - danger!" as if to firmly underline Cieza's point the moon ship's alarms seemed to suddenly blare even louder than before. Doodle's grip on her hand tightened with a brief urgent squeeze as the sounds of the Clipper's panic came back into focus for him, as if he'd been in a haze before waking her up, long sensitive ears flinched at the sounds surrounding them. Time to go. "Somethings es comings or somethings es here - I dunnos buts we es leavings." Tiny shoulders set with determination, there was no time for hesitation as the colorful elf fluidly scooped Cieza up into his arms. Holding her tightly to his chest, Doodle spun and bolted from the room, a blur of colors & jangling bell. "Hold on strongs ta mees okies? Darkside went ta gets Mani Moons so he es gon bees safe. And I gots juu so now we - "
Ears perked suddenly as the tiny pair skidded around a red alarm lit corner, catching the trail of expletives from the familiar and welcome sight of Darkside. With the great Man in the Moon himself ungracefully flopping unconsciously over the shadow's shoulder. "Cans juu believes we was gonna have a paint night befores this???"
i can’t stop drawing Her, the most beautiful woman in the world (she is the world)
sorry for being so obsessed with that little man who lives in my head. as if i have any choice
hey Doodle which Guardian do you think would be the scariest?
"The scariest? I means all tha Guardians can bees scary if they wants to..." Doodle becomes oddly pensive however, tiny brows furrow & unconsciously a hand reaches for his tiny shoulder and rubs an old ache. A memory resurfaces, an elf one - Jack Frost's arrival at the North Pole. There was eggnog, North rambling with Jack protesting and of course there was the music, with spinning fire & silly shoes and suddenly - there was ICE. It hadn't been much, just a punch of hoar frost curling across the floor emanating from Jack. Yet Doodle remembered the bite of it, the sharp frigid jab as he'd been a little to close and the ice had crackled up his ankles. And some strange familiar sick feeling the elf hadn't felt in centuries spiked through him. Fear. Doodle had scattered with the other elves & yeti, scrambled into the warmest nook he could to shut his eyes and breath the hardest he's ever breathed. ( he knows now what that was ) After that he hadn't run into the Guardians again until the small elf had found himself falling down a warm green rabbit hole to a place that would heal him in so many ways. Jack Frost is a Guardian now. A friend, a playmate & fellow prankster. Doodle adores his snow days, the happy dance of snowflakes & even the way colors dance in dangling icicles - but he cannot fight that familiar fear that curls with dread when the elf dwells on ice too long. Doodle knows instinctively it is a human fear from his past - memories of a haunting laugh, the sensation of being surrounded in ice, blinding freezing pain & absolute hatred - all get shoved away with a deep breath and roll in a field full of flowers. Ah... but this question. "I guess... mebbes Frosty could bees scary."
My take on some of Toothiana's childhood timeline. My heart hurts after drawing that one in the corner🥲
Switzerland by Oguz Tokgöz
