#;volkov

omigoogies props to you for remembering!!! idk if this version of Doodle will ever come back to the blog. a lot of magical anon bs kinda developed a lotta crazy shit for Doodle and one of them was giving him the ability to be 'human' again. It was cool but also Doodle much prefers to be what he considers himself ( the ELF ). But ye uhhhh Doodle's history; he was one of the many bandits that followed North centuries ago that were cursed, then uncursed but remained little elves. Before all of that however Doodle was Volkov. At least that was the only name the young man gave North when he begged to join the legendary bandit king's group. He was a ripped up, wary, near feral but incredibly determined kid with a rough story ( that involved a run in with the Snow Queen ) & North took one look at him, believed in him & took Volkov in. Though amongst the bandits the lad was fondly called 'Little Wolf'.

"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."

lookit that silly goober with a flower absolutely perfect lmao

youre lucky anon i did in fact doodle up another Volkov

constantly picking up and carrying kids on his shoulder tbh. Nightlight gET UP HERE STOP FLYING AND LAUGHING AT ME AND RIDE. he’s a dweeb