#easter-pooka

[themisfitmermaid]

Continued.

@easter-pooka

Rapid blinks keep the tears at bay, at least for the moment. They cloud his vision, making the Pooka appear even fluffier than usual. A whirlwind of emotions ricochet around his chest like a flock of birds taking flight. Never, in three hundred years, did Jack ever think he’d get praise like that. And from Bunny no less, his complete opposite. If someone had told him this before he became a Guardian, he would have laughed in their face.

But now, here they were, and Jack couldn’t bring himself to wipe the smile off his face. It wasn’t his usual impish grin or smirk. This expression of happiness was entirely pure and innocent. Words failed him. All he could do was rub his eyes with the back of his sleeve and pray Bunny hadn’t noticed the few tears that actually escaped down his cheeks.

“Dunno what to say. I just…”

Jack looked up, eyes shining. He sniffed then laughed out loud. “You’re the last person I expected to hear that from and it feels… It feels good.”

[belleofconntous]

How to Catch a Bunny

Easter is one of the more colorful holidays that Belle takes part in. Even if it is still a bit cool this particular day seemed to be warm and comfortable. Most would say because it is such a holy day that is why the weather changes so much. Belle on the other hand thinks it’s because of a certain egg hiding Bunny.

Every year Belle would help host an egg hunt put on by the public library that she works at. This year they were able to have it at one of the local forest parks. The kids and the parents had a blast even finding a few special eggs that she knows she didn't hide here and there. One of the little girls had even given one of the swirly masterpieces to Belle and she took it with a smile. But now as the cleaning up is in the proses Belle volunteers to be one of the people to go out and make sure none of the trash blew away or if anyone was still out and about.

She hadn’t been walking for very long when she comes across a furry gray … creature. Looking over the bush she is behind she tries to get a better look. And what she sees … she can hardly believe. A Bunny … a GIANT bunny … with tribal markings and … is that a boomerang? Covering her mouth and her eyes lighting up she realizes just who it is. Slowly and quietly she tiptoes around the bush and closer to Bunnymun.

[empressarian]

@easter-pooka

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                             {Elsa shifts her fingers, a grin spread between                               her lips, watching the sun filter through the trees                               just so--cascading across Bunnymund’s fur, glistening                               like morning dew.                                                    “How’s that?” she asks, laughing                                                    as she wiggles her thumb into the                                                     soft patch of skin right behind his ear.} 

[empressarian]

@easter-pooka

             {raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens...               Spring tickles the soles of Elsa’s feet, the warmth                of the earth dancing around her, braiding magic through               her hair in a way that makes the sun feel like coming                                                                      home.                              “Mind if I take some flowers for the long journey home?”                                               Elsa smiles, bending down to trace the lips of a daisy                                              the center a brilliant sundrop yellow, the petals snowfall                                              white. She can’t remember the last time birdsong felt                                               so light against her skin, nor the blue sky so blue it                                               might shatter with a single breath of wind--                                But it won’t, because this is where children’s dreams                   come to take a nap, where the trees know all your                    favorite rhymes--she twirls her hands, feels the chill                   of magic along her fingertips, waltzing with the Spring                   and a moment later, a crystal flower sits on the palm of                    her hand, shimmering like secrets in the sunlight.                                   “It’s really been a while,” and she laughs, offering the                                    flower to a certain, favorite Bunny.} 

[vorxkoroleva]

☺

My muse is feeling cuddly, send ☺ for them to cuddle with/hug your muse.

Anastasia immediately zeroed her attention in on the Pooka from the shadows of the setting evening. Even with the sun’s light leaving his own haven, Bunnymund was still at work. By candlelight, he held up an egg as he worked devotedly to the one ‘googie’ design on its shell. With one paw holding the base of the egg up to the light, another carefully applied a thin brush to the shell. Thankfully, he as sitting down on a cushion.

Left him open to an attack.

A snuggle attack. 

Quick on her feet but quiet, she snuck up behind him and glanced at his work with a nod of approval. And then like the snake she was, Anastasia ducked beneath his bent arms and into his lap just as gently. Fingers tangled themselves into the puffs of fur at his shoulders and she rest her chin against his chest to meet his surprised expression.

“Hiya BunBun.”

[themoontxldmeso]

"Do it. I dare ya."

            His old friend ought to have known better than to be the frosty sprite. Without the slightest shred of hesitation, he kicked the enormous mound of snow loose from the tree branch and all but completely buried the rabbit in its heavy chill.

            ❝--ha! Guess you’re a snow hare now, eh Cottontaill?!❞