seuss-is-everything:

The trees are finally blossoming!

Everything smells nice ^_^

Lorax among the white loraxes*! =D Now that’s a sight to see!

Lookit dat little paw dangling down ^_^

/accidentally read heartaches as a hybrid of heart and mustaches

He Mele No Lilo

Seussy, just imagine it’s all of our Loraxes having a luau Lorau before seeing off Lemoncake and his lucky master. :)

(And the one “yee-haw”ing in the background is Cornbread, of course :D )

(“Counter” because it’s a counterpart of Pyreo’s review and concerns Lorax himself)

To be honest, the book/70’s TV-special Lorax in fact may seem to fit the “furry meatball” bill.

A little round creature with sad eyes and the only purpose to be the voice for the voiceless and to beg and plead to spare the dying forest. That’s it. Not much else is known about him. Yes, the Once-ler surely regrets that the Lorax is gone, but it’s unclear if he’d really see him as a friend and treat respectively, should he return one day.

To many of you this Lorax can seem a little bit too sad and, dare I say, weak to actually confront the Once-ler with this thneed factory of his. More on that weakness will be later; for now, let’s look at the 2012 Lorax.

Sunny mustache, bright coat, sturdy build (if you have watched “From page to screen”, you’d probably seen his “unfurry” self in the animation tests - he’s in fact like a pint-sized wrestler with broad shoulders). And this time - something new to top it all off: self-confidence. it’s clear since Lorax’s very appearing that he’s at home. It’s clear how much he loves his home and how he’s ready to protect it at all costs - the results of that being ridiculous only because he didn’t quite get used to humans and their ways. And, like in his home, Lorax feels just as comfortable in his own body.

He doesn’t need to tower over everyone else - figurally or literally, - nor he wants to. The height of a child, along with simplicity of one, fits him just right and almost never bothers - a wise, venerable elder and a jolly playmate for the forest babies at the same time. Not only he’s happy with everything he’s got, but he also tries to teach his human guest that. Which isn’t an easy task. :)

While the Once-ler changes for, like, a hundred times on his way “from rags to riches”, the Lorax remains the same all the time. Still the same little fuzzball on paws and with nothing to protect himself; still with his heart on his sleeve.  But this is the main thing about him. Nature never strives to outgrow people on purpose - its strength is exactly in vulnerability. And the Lorax, representing the nature, is the living proof of that.

And this vulnerability in fact turns out stronger than all of the machinery - or why else would the old man kneel to Lorax’s level and hug him in the end, having finally understood the little guardian.

Hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I’m afraid I’ll have to move shipping date to June 6th (for everyone but Mika, whose gifts are almost all ready and will be sent either tomorrow or on the 21th). The bills will apparently eat all my paycheck…

SAAAAAAAAAMMY. Are you my long-lost brother? :`(

“Everything grows in the rain! And Sams too! :D”

believeintheguardians:

Rise of the Guardians Random Screenshots: Bunnymund {1/?}

Have a Bunnysmile!

“I *hic* …am totally gonna ‘splode, brother.”

And here, dear visitors, we have two plush Loraxes - Shortcake (left) and Muffintop (right), a stone and a heap of truffula fruit. Erm, a heap that was here half an hour ago, that is. :]

Excuse my scanner that murdered the colors :( The clouds are meant to be that way though.

First and foremost, thanks for following!

It was a blast to paint all of the gifts, and no, it’s not that hard to work on a small surface after 15+ years of practicing behind your shoulders. :) That and acrylics + super thin brush + white corrector are like real-life Photoshop on their own.

And I’m glad I managed to not only brighten Seussy up, but also “infect” a friend of hers with that! :D

crazycrafters:

lorax!!!

Candy muFtaches = d’awwwwww.

Lorax and a Truffula Tree by ~RP-TheLorax

Interestingly enough, I found this ickle Loraxikins yesterday :) It’s in fact an RP account, so if you’re on dA, pop in and show him some love.

not-how-it-works:

*The Lorax chuckles* No point in goodbyes either way…. I already told you both, I’m everything. Th’ cosmic office don’t hold me, nothing does… I’m free. *He gives one last smile to this— a huge, true one, one that seems to suck the very sunlight into his mustache and into his eyes.*

You’re right though, Kindar. You’ll be okay, you dun need me anymore. Why thank me for my kindness? It was yours all this time, don’t you know? You’re the one who took care of me, who respected me, who loved me even when I didn’t ask for it… that’s worth a lot more than anything else. Ya don’t need t’ be a spirit to be full of love, even if you don’t think you do…

*He leans in to give one final hug to Kindar’s leg* You’ve got th’ makings of something special, kiddo. Never forget that. *Here he pauses for a moment, then finally lets go and turns to the last rays of the setting sun*

*He takes a deep breath, as if inhaling the sun itself, then places his paws on his belly. His stomach rises and falls with the motion, something heavy and weighted, about to burst from the sheer fill of everything. Love, food, a comfy bath, everything. He lets his eyes fall shut as the sun finally sets— and in that final moment there is a flash, so bright no one could look directly at it*

*When the flash fades, the Lorax is gone— and the sun with him. The sky is left with its last painterly swirls of purple and red, the final piece in a series. That is not all its left, however…*

*There is the scent of balmy warmth on the breeze, and with it comes the first summertime chirps of crickets… and a thought, barely spoken, a whisper on the breeze for a certain someone*

Thanks… Mama.

*“SONNY!..” - screams Kindar’s mind, finally not with pain, but with joy - joy and pride for him she’d been longing to feel for ages. It’s not holding the Lorax at her side for eternity she’d been dreaming of - what point would it be if he’d suffer. It was seeing him happy; seeing his beaming glow; knowing that he’s alive. Alive and free. And he will remain that way.

Neither she nor Zeliboba seem to notice that it gets darker, still mesmerized by the wonderful sight, Old Lorax’s words still sounding in their minds until the sun is beyond the horizon. The valley is finally drowned in the twilight… but what’s that?

RyeLoaf, still in Zeliboba’s arms, suddenly flashes with same - if a little weaker - soft orange glow. Both gaze at him in disbelief, then look back at each other, laughing. Time to turn over a new leaf.

Only this glow - and voices of the two - is all that’s seen and heard in the sleeping valley for a while, before they, plus RyeLoaf, go home…*

-So you say, he liked my gift? Honest? :D -

- Sure thing! :) *giggle* if only you’d see him… Splashing about, happy as a loraxling… -

- And to think I wanted t’conjure up a waterfall for him… :D -

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<End of side arc>

((Digi, excuse me while I’m just sitting here and trying to find proper words to thank you for everything, ok? :) Can’t come up with anything but a mere gif right now - and the whole thing, this course of pure Loraxotherapy, deserves way more. I just need time to think what it’ll be. :-*))

not-how-it-works:

*The Lorax accepts the kiss with a smile, eyes falling shut for a moment. He then gives a slight start when Zeliboba nudges him. He chuckles, reaching up to pat the other spirit on the muzzle.* It was nice meetin’ ya, buddy. Thanks for the show.

*With these words he glances to the sun, which has very nearly set over the horizon.*

…’M thinking it’s time, kid.

*Kindar nods and - for the last time - traces both hands down his sides* …Yes. Yes, I know. Thanks for everything, Sunnystache. :) We’ll be okay. Thanks for coming… and for your help. I won’t forget your kindness. *She sighs and straightens up, not believing herself what she’s saying* …I’m letting you go, Loraxie.

Erm, sure… ‘twas ah nohor to know you, sir. :D Me, I’m finishing the annual report soon, so… no point in goodbyes, I guess? *Zeliboba winks, hinting that now he may serve as a “link” between the Earth and the Cosmic Office.* Right? :)