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(( [CRIES] I ended up staying offline for like a week?? 

When I said I'd be back tomorrow, I took a nap, and I ended up NOT DOING what I said I would.

I am here now. and I'll be on most of tonight, depending on how focused I am on my DUI paper. 

And the freshman this year are annoying.))

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(( and to bed I go))

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(( HOLY CRAP I'M SO SORRY FOR NOT BEING ON. 

I feel so bad, but I kinda just became extremely lazy and invested in other fandoms and school. 

It's been almost a year.... Ugh... If we had any threads going that I never got to, please let me know, and I'll get back to them. I've got a few asks that I still haven't answered that only God knows how old they are...

If you want any new threads let me know! 

I'm going to be on for a few more minutes since I've gotta get up early for (insert groaning noises here) drivers ed. I'll try to be on again tomorrow, but y'know... things happen.))

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To be addressed in such a manner made him smirk softly to himself. Not many called him the Nightmare King, but rather the Boogeyman, or Pitch. The only person he knew watched him was the Man in the Moon, and the smirk faded off his face. He grimaced. "Well, I'm afraid I must tell you that I've already tried that, and... failed... miserably," He muttered. "You're a bit late, dear." His army was aplenty. Pitch raised an eyebrow curiously. Tricked. Now that peaked his interests. "You said you were tricked. But you also said that you were the Guardian of Light. I'm not sure you thought your little plan out, seeing as we're complete opposites. So, tell me, how was it you were deceived when you were promised your so-called freedom?"

"Pitch Black!" She called out into the darkness. "I beseech thee, King of Nightmares!" She knew she was risking her very existence calling The Dark Lord in such a manner, but she had no choice. "You do not know me but I have watched you for a very long time." "I am Aurora Guardian of the Light and I have come to join you and your dark army." I was promised freedom from eternal servitude under that evil thing called the MiM but I have been shown who he truly is." I know you have seen this side of him as well." She could hear nothing. All she wished was for the revenge she so deserved. She hoped with all she had left of her soul that the Nightmare King would accept her.

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He grimaced as his loose hands turned to tight fists clenched at his sides. His lips pursed, becoming a thin wrinkly line. He exhaled. "Well, what if I threw you some flowers? Would that work?" He retorted. The feeling of euphoria her nightmare and fear gave him had completely worn off, and he wanted more. Pitch knew she wasn't even about to go back to her slumber.

Pitch smiled to himself as he watched over Cupid, his hands held behind his back. His fingers slowly curled into soft fists, becoming tighter and tighter as he watched her cry out. This nightmare was giving a most amusing response, indeed.

No no no. She couldn’t escape the angry crowd surrounding her. Her pulse quickened, feeling pure fear and dread. She had to break away, they were closing in. There’s no escape. Though she wasn’t just worried about herself. The girl was so close, and yet out of her reach. I have to get to her. She was tossing and turning in her sleep. At first her mumbling was unintelligible, though soon her words became clearer and louder. “Leave her alone… Let me go…�� She could only see the mass of people around her, grabbing her. She couldn’t move. She could hear the young girl crying but she couldn’t see her anymore. She had to reach her. If she could only break free… Please let me go! Please… "Let me go!" she cried out, bolting upright, eyes wide with fear as tears began to fall. She was breathing heavily. "It was just a dream. It was just a dream…” she mumbled to herself, putting her hands to her face, not noticing the figure in the shadows.

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"Everything you wanted to know, in this little box.”

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Rise of the guardians - best movie ever

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(( Whoo hoo, laptop.))

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(( Dad's using the laptop so I'm on my phone for now.))

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He wasn't heard, good. He was going to wait until she went back to sleep, and hoped it would start again. Pitch kept an eye on her the entire time, eyeing her every move. After she turned her head and asked her question, there was a small pause. "Enjoying the show," he answered.

Pitch smiled to himself as he watched over Cupid, his hands held behind his back. His fingers slowly curled into soft fists, becoming tighter and tighter as he watched her cry out. This nightmare was giving a most amusing response, indeed.

No no no. She couldn’t escape the angry crowd surrounding her. Her pulse quickened, feeling pure fear and dread. She had to break away, they were closing in. There’s no escape. Though she wasn’t just worried about herself. The girl was so close, and yet out of her reach. I have to get to her. She was tossing and turning in her sleep. At first her mumbling was unintelligible, though soon her words became clearer and louder. “Leave her alone… Let me go…” She could only see the mass of people around her, grabbing her. She couldn’t move. She could hear the young girl crying but she couldn’t see her anymore. She had to reach her. If she could only break free… Please let me go! Please… "Let me go!" she cried out, bolting upright, eyes wide with fear as tears began to fall. She was breathing heavily. "It was just a dream. It was just a dream…” she mumbled to herself, putting her hands to her face, not noticing the figure in the shadows.

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Hiccup meets Smaug

"I am Hiccup, son of Stoick, the first of the dragon riders!"

"Dragon riders?"

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Has anyone done this yet??

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(( I'm going on mobile.))

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Oh, if only he could see inside her head. He could feel her fear. It was invigorating, like the fear was a form of ecstasy. He tried to make sense of what she was saying as she mumbled in her slumber, but then she started speaking. Pitch squinted at her as he listened, his smile still spread across his face. She shouted and suddenly sat up, causing him to jump a little, moving his hands in front of him as he gasped in surprise. He lowered his hands and kept watching.

Pitch smiled to himself as he watched over Cupid, his hands held behind his back. His fingers slowly curled into soft fists, becoming tighter and tighter as he watched her cry out. This nightmare was giving a most amusing response, indeed.

No no no. She couldn’t escape the angry crowd surrounding her. Her pulse quickened, feeling pure fear and dread. She had to break away, they were closing in. There’s no escape. Though she wasn’t just worried about herself. The girl was so close, and yet out of her reach. I have to get to her. She was tossing and turning in her sleep. At first her mumbling was unintelligible, though soon her words became clearer and louder. “Leave her alone… Let me go…” She could only see the mass of people around her, grabbing her. She couldn’t move. She could hear the young girl crying but she couldn’t see her anymore. She had to reach her. If she could only break free… Please let me go! Please… "Let me go!" she cried out, bolting upright, eyes wide with fear as tears began to fall. She was breathing heavily. "It was just a dream. It was just a dream…” she mumbled to herself, putting her hands to her face, not noticing the figure in the shadows.

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//Pitch. I just saw that and it gave me ideas. And it makes more sense if Pitch was to pop in whilst she was having a nightmare, since well, that's kind of his thing :P actually this could just be a thread if you want? Or we could start it off as a reaction ask. And I'm sorry if I sounded a bit pushy in my last ask >.

(( DOP JUST SENT IT. 

Nah, it’s alright. I’ve been dying for an RP, ha.

AND I PRESSED THE WRONG BUTTON DANGIT.))

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(( For like 40 minutes. Maybe. I'm gonna beg my parents that I can stay up a little later.))