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WHEN HE FIRST WOKE UP HE HAD REALIZED HE HAD SNOW WHITE HAIR AND BRIGHT BLUE EYES HE WOULD THROW SNOW BALLS DISAPPEAR AND FLY HE WAS MUCH MORE UNIQUE THAN THE OTHER GUYYYardians

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screaming

don't know if its laughter or tears

don't care

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"IT'S PITCH"

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Reblog if you care if I deleted my blog

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Have a nice nightmare by lephan

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if someone could just make one of these explaining how the fuck his hair works we'll be set

character study of Pitch Black. Santa is my favorite but Pitch is the most fun to draw. 

i always end up putting the most effort into things that don’t ever matter

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seems to remember the man in front of her as her eyes go back to bright blue "well yes, kind of like the groundhog or whatnot" she stated as she stroked her owl. she followed him and picked up his left arm and observed it then did the same to the right. "the fear around you is so wonderfully strong.. what did you say your name was?" she asked while she poked his cheek before shifting into a cat and perched on his shoulder "You are quite the interesting immortal" she meowed

"Like the groundhog," he muttered in agreement, a malicious smile overtaking his face.

His mind raced with it; the possibilities of a Guardian who had not taken the oath! He could use her--yes, it would be a flawless plan. It was only a matter of choosing how. Perhaps as a spy? A scapegoat? Or else-

His mental train derailed spectacularly when he felt a touch-no, not a simple touch, but the Guardian roughly lifting his arm to inspect him like some sort of toy. 

"What-! What do you think you're doing-? Stop!"

Abruptly the girl was gone, replaced by a cat sitting in an entirely too comfortable way.

"You are quite the interesting immortal," it mewed.

No. This was not happening.

Pitch curtly snatched the cat off his shoulder by the scruff of its neck, dropping it unceremoniously on the floor before he took a wide step away to a safe distance.

 Pitch glared down at the cat with a mix of indignation and abhorrence.

 "If you would kindly refrain from touching in the future, that would be lovely."

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He felt a wondrously familiar feeling wash through him as the Frost child's defenses weakened.

Fear. Despair. Darkness.

He tossed his head in a dark laugh, his delight at the girl's pain quite clear.

"What's the matter, Frost?" Pitch sneered, drifting closer and closer as the shadows grew with him until he towered closely over the guardian. His head tilted in slight curiosity.

"Your fears are nothing but the truth. Those fools," he snarled, expression darkening for a moment at the mention of the Guardians, "Wish only to mislead you. To use you. To leave you to rot in the dark, consumed by your own-"

 With difficulty, he stopped himself. Taking a moment to collect his thoughts, he looked down at her again. His expression, though slightly pained, seemed to have softened. When he spoke, it was barely audible, a low murmur that just managed to not be carried away by the wind.

"The offer still stands, Jacklyn."

Jacklyn had been playing with the children when she sensed him…Pitch. With a call to the wind she flew up and away from the kids and their laughter. Holding her staff close she landed within an empty field. It was dark and it was oppressive. Glancing around, she looked for…

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As the girl spoke, drippingly sweet tones that seemed to bat irritatingly at his mind, Pitch clenched his teeth. A beat passed before he finally spoke, staring forward at the wall beyond where the ghostly lines of carefully rendered lantern drawings were just visible.

"I suppose you think that makes us similar," he said coldly.

He turned slowly to face her, eyes narrowing.

"No." He spat, "It does not."

"You might have been hidden away here, but what do you know of the world? Have you been reviled, persecuted, simply for being what you are? You've been here for years, I was imprisoned within my darkest self for centuries."

He rushed past her in a huff, setting to pace fitfully about the room as black tendrils coiled from the shadows once more. They formed into black, drifting mares that galloped in the air excitedly after Pitch. They sensed his high emotions, floating irresistibly after it like flies to honey.

"--such buzzards!" he growled to himself, swatting irritably at them.

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Tumblr Breaks Yet Again

ATLA/LOK fandom: IT WAS TARRLOK!

Transformers fandom: PRIMUS SOUNDWAVE.

Avengers fandom: LOKI'D

Digimon fandom: FUCK IT'S MYOTISMON/THE DIGIMON EMPEROR/THE D-REAPER/LUCEMON

Yu-Gi-Oh! fandom: Okay, who wants to blame Kaiba first?

FMA fandom: What did Ed do now?

Doctor Who fandom: THE WEEPING ANGELS ARE COMING!

Supernatural fandom: Let's throw some salt on this shit!

Harry Potter fandom: REPARO. REPARO DAMMIT.

Sherlock fandom: MORIARTY REALLY DOES HAVE A KEY TO EVERYTHING

Hetalia Fandom: All shall become one with Russia now.

Suits Fandom: Someone get Benjamin to fix this right now.

One Piece Fandom: DAMN YOU BLACKBEARD!

TF2 Fandom: GOD DAMN SPIES SAPPIN' MAH TUMBLR

Homestuck Fandom: SOLLUX NO BAD STOP IT

Durarara!! Fandom: IZAAAAYAAAAAAAAAA

Morenatsu Fandom: FUCKIN' TORA

Umineko: BEATORICHEEEEEE

Rockman Fandom: We must find Dr. Wily!

Code Lyoko Fandom: IT WAS XANA!

Psychonauts Fandom: COACH STOP IT RIGHT THE FUCK NOW

TimeSplitters Fandom: Monkeys, man. Monkeys.

Rise of the Guardians Fandom:What did Pitch do now?

Wreck-it Ralph fandom: Damn it, Turbo!

I actually teared

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- they will believe in both of us - no, they will fear both of us

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At the mention of it, Pitch's eyes shifted from the top of the girl's head down to the lengthy coils of hair that were quite an unfortunate shade of gold--anything at all particularly golden in color made him recall the Sandman.

 Recalling the Sandman simply irritated him more.

He fitfully began to pace once more, this time away from the girl. So she believed in him, but did not fear him? Eyes narrowed, he let out a huffy sigh. What a foolish mortal this was.

"--What do you mean, the first person to see you in centuries?"

He stopped short.

For a long moment, he was silent. Then, he turned his head slightly to address her over his shoulder.

"The world was once ruled by fear. I was once so powerful a simple whisper from me could start riots, wars. I was a king." He spoke quietly and rapidly, almost as if he wished to get the words out before he regretted it.

"But the world changed. People changed. Superstition and legend was left behind. Their belief, their fear of me faded from the world. As did I."

Bitterly, he turned away. "I should think you are one of the last who can see me. I suppose you can count yourself lucky."

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"How easily all your bluster fades away at the truth."

The uncertainty in her voice, down to the renewed wariness of her step, Pitch noticed it all. The Frost child's fear grew, and he knew it.

He kept in careful step alongside her, seamlessly following each other's movements as they stared each other down.

"Oh, we aren't the same?" He called to her, a grin crossing his face. "Who told you that? Your precious guardians? They told me that I was necessary! That fear would always be needed!"

The mirth abruptly fell from his face, his face twisting into a snarl of hatred.

"They tend to lie."

Jacklyn had been playing with the children when she sensed him…Pitch. With a call to the wind she flew up and away from the kids and their laughter. Holding her staff close she landed within an empty field. It was dark and it was oppressive. Glancing around, she looked for…

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Pitch rolled his eyes to the Man in the Moon who, he did not doubt, thought it all very funny.

"Of course. First person to see me in ages and I get a critic."

He straightened to full height, his arms reflexively crossing behind his back. He resumed his regal posture, head raised as he looked down at her. He drifted in a slow circle around her, regarding her in faint interest.

"Not afraid? You can see me, you know."

"To be perfectly clear, you aren't at all what I expected either."

He bared too-sharp teeth in a sly grin.

"Aren't you a bit old to believe in the boogeyman?"

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The Nightmare's whinnies suddenly silenced.

For a moment, it seemed as though a nerve had been struck. Pitch's ashen face seemed pained, his eyes distraught. Yet, barely losing a beat, his expression shifted quickly from shock to anger. The Nightmare gave another wild toss of its head, its massive hooves marching, stomping in impatience.

"Liar."

He snarled, baring sharp teeth that managed to gleam in the dim light. "All who are weak have fear, Frost. Especially you."

"I know the deepest fears that lie at your very center," he went on, his eyes seeming to brighten as the shadows grew with his anger. "You fear uncertainty. You fear the loss of those around you. You fear the children losing their belief in you again." His lips parted in a vicious smile.

"And the moment I threatened your precious children, I could practically smell the fear on you.."

The Nightmare dissolved into sand, gently lowering him to the ground as he drifted around the Guardian.

"How easily the fortunate forget. You don't seem to recall we were once the same, Frost..."

Jacklyn had been playing with the children when she sensed him…Pitch. With a call to the wind she flew up and away from the kids and their laughter. Holding her staff close she landed within an empty field. It was dark and it was oppressive. Glancing around, she looked for…