#Katherine shalazar

[goldenslumbersketchbook]

Sketchbook Log: Drew this on the train.

Trying to fix white silk with a thread of nightmare sand. (A truly fatherly move)

[jackfrostimposter]

I lied. Get your clothes back on. We’re going to talk about how misogyny, both unconscious and conscious, effected the way that the female characters in both rise of the guardians and guardians of childhood were written and treated, and as well how they are perceived by the fans - ignored or even out right hated - more than the character’s male counterparts. and many people don’t realize that they are doing it.

[guardian-of-storytelling]

THEY'VE ARRIVED AAAHHHH😍😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰 Most beautiful books I've ever seen!

[ikathz]

Prompt #108 : [Katherine/Nightlight] Katherine and Nightlight (either as a cutesy teenager love or as friends.)

for the @rotgsecretsanta

went overboard and made a musical style fake movie screenshot and you know what? i had so much fun with it.

oh yeah. they're singing tnbee's english cover of La Vaguelette ft. Tandem au cœur de Fontaine.

[sels-art-blog]

Katherine Shalazar / Mother Goose💛🪿🌼

[freak-like-meemy]

Today is a very special day because today is the eleventh anniversary of Rise of the Guardians!

ROTG is very dear to me because it introduced me to the Guardians of Childhood book series by the wonderful William Joyce and opened the window that lit up the very dark room that was my life at the time and made me want to be a writer.

So, I decided to celebrate with a special moodboard of my OTP, Katherine Shalazar, and Nightlight (Kathlight/Bedtime Stories).

[ksclaw]

Another one for @rotgsecretsanta

Dark Katherine, art or fic

(this was a dropped prompt, it turns out, but I hope it's appreciated all the same)

Geese are already evil, so Kailash wasn't hard to convert.

Also did some of this with my markers. Felt good to be using those again.

[frosted-night]

So I have a question for ya...why do you think ombric left Atlanta's(?)?

Ohohohoh funny you say that. Did I construct an entire possible backstory for him?

Yes

Yes i did.

Its a tragic tale. Young Ombric was studious and Atlantis was full of everything an aspiring wizard could ever want. The biggest thing that alluded him was temporal magic. Ombric was stopped from tampering with the past before, so one day he decided to try something smaller. He tried to see into the future. Atlantis was a marvelous city then, so the idea of seeing it developed even further enticed him. Just like Icarus and the sun, he was brash and unprepared. He saw Atlantis' ruin and crumble into the sea. Ombric was horrified and tried to warn everyone he could of the oncoming disaster. Instead of establishing an evacuation an, they simply focused on reinforcing safety precautions. Ombric was cast aside and life returned to normal for them. He continued to try and plead those he knew to flee with him but none walked with him.

Over time it only got worse, the rulers were getting greedier the more human their bloodlines became, more wars were raged and mindless indulgence ran rampant. Ombric could hardly watch.

He knew what was going to happen. Everyone he ever knew would die and none heeded his warnings. Ombric wished to know where to go from there, if he should stay and die with his people, or if he should leave. Just then, a glorious shooting star fell from the sky, pointing him to the land outside Atlantis. Ombric took it as a sign and left Atlantis with a heavy heart. Shortly after, it vanished into the sea.

Ombric kept this close to his heart for countless years, until he finally confided in a fellow mage that he hung out with in the Library Of Alexandria. It was the first time he felt like ancient weights slipped off his shoulders...just for a moment.

To this day, not even all the Guardians know. Ombric still carries some Orichalcum that he salvaged from the city. It serves him as a reminder of what he survived. Katherine, his adopted daughter, watches over the other pieces for him.

[littlesistersti]

Content Warning: Cursing

@suckmyeiffeltower on Instagram

* Human Pitchiner - I couldn’t find any pictures of Human Pitch before the whole evil thing so I used concept art instead. 

{just realized I could’ve included Jamie and Sophie}

Happy 10 year anniversary <3

[nose-nippin-fun]

"You used to... he used to like them." Katherine said, casting a sidelong glance and blinking away any tears that began to well up in her eyes. realizing her unintentional mistake in her choice of pronouns.

Jack hadn’t experienced the sensation of a cold day in centuries, but in that moment, he was chilled to the bone. The Guardian of Fun planted his staff before him and clung to it like an anchor, splinters of frost creeping out from where his palms pressed to the wood.

He couldn’t meet Katherine’s eyes, couldn’t even look her way at all, in fact. Though his heart didn’t beat, it ached. If only that hurt were extractable. He could take to the skies and seek out the Oak of Sorrows to rid him of his pain, but then he would be leaving his—Nightlight’s past love to shoulder that burden alone.

The winter sprite had spent too long running - from responsibility, and now from the one person he probably needed most right now. Reaching out a tentative hand, Jack slipped it into the offered pouch and plucked out a single piece of Konpeito. He loved the Japanese candy as well (how could he not? It was was pure sugar). The gesture was simple, but he hoped to communicate an unspoken understanding that he wanted to mend the bond part of him had once shared with this woman.

The moment the pointy star-shaped food touched Jack’s tongue, a spark of joy flickered within him. He was beginning to recognize the sensation of Nightlight reacting to stimuli from the world around them. With a small smile, Jack finally dared to meet Katherine’s misty eyes.

“He’s happy,” the Guardian rasped, hoping to offer any amount of solace.

[goldenslumbersketchbook]

Sketchbook Log: The Overland Witch Part 3 - Variable - Full Comic.

Chapters:

Part 1: Origins , Part 2: Search , Part 4: Trial (coming August) , Part 5: (TBA)

Part 3 is finished! I really pushed myself with this one! It was in full color and double the amount of pages I’ve done in the past, but boy was it a blast to make! Thank you everyone for your lovely comments, I’m happy you have found my little fan comic and have been enjoying it!

[rayalltheway]

some childhood fable queens

[guardian-of-storytelling]

Katherine meets Nightlight (Redraw of an old artwork from 2021; old version below!)

She’d soared above the tallest trees in Santoff Claussen and passed a flock of startled geese. She soared higher than she had even imagined; below her, Santoff Claussen looked rather small, and the outside world very large and inviting. She trusted the djinni to catch her—after all, North had made it.

Then, floating just a few feet in front of her, was a small cloud, not much bigger than a feather bed. On that cloud, to her complete and utter surprise, crouched . . . a boy. The same boy who had come to their rescue back in the forest! He was looking right at her. Katherine gasped—she had seen him only that one time. In daylight he shimmered even more brilliantly. and . . . and . . . how was it that he could stand on a cloud? She stared, stunned.

They had only a single second together. She smiled at him. He smiled back. She reached out her hand, and he did as well. Their fingertips were just about to touch. Then she began to drop.

Version 2021 (Old)

[ikathz]

Prompt #107 : [Katherine/Emily Jane]

....since it doesn't state anything other than the ship, well don't mind me taking the liberty of giving them the power to BRING THE WORLD REVOLUTION!!

*rinbu-revolution intensifies*

@rotgsecretsanta

[stormingfrost]

Wonders of the Invisible World 

Tags: Body horror, major character death, Implied/Referenced child abuse, original characters, pitch/sandy, Katherine/nightlight

summary: 

Through hundreds of years of strange things happening all over the world, finally someone sees. The Bennett family is now at the forefront of every children's tale - except, now, they learn that these tales are not only real, but much, much darker than they first thought.

For @rotg-halloween day nine: Changeling

Read it on AO3

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chapter nine: Changeling

under cut

Joyce held Sophie close to her. Colors flashed around her, lights flickering as she begged for her children’s safety. 

“That’s not Sophie.” 

The voice echoed in her head. 

“No,” she begged. “Don’t.” 

Sophie wasn’t breathing. Her eyes were empty and dead. Like she didn’t have a soul. 

“That’s not your daughter.” 

The woman next to her bent down and grabbed her. Joyce struggled against her, pleading that her daughter had to be safe. 

Sophie fell from her grip. The world sharpened, the colors and lights staying in one place. 

Joyce looked down, staring at Sophie. The thing was wood, carved to perfection. 

“Why?” She asked. Mary held her. 

“We’ll get her back,” she whispered. “Don’t worry. Everything will be alright.” 

Joyce looked at the woman. She was the spitting image of Jamie. She hadn’t noticed that before. 

Something in her trusted her. Deep down, past the grief and the pain. Everything would be alright. 

Andy approached them carefully. 

“Uh, you okay?” Joyce nodded. 

“She unlocked her power,” Mary said. “It was an unfortunate way to do so, but there is no stopping it now. The storm she conjured will pass, as well as this fake will return to normal wood.”

Joyce hesitated. She didn’t remember a storm. She only remembered seeing those two monsters taking Sophie. She remembered running to them, yelling and screaming. She failed to save her child. 

“Joyce?” Andy asked, nudging her. “You looked dazed.” 

“What happened?” She asked.

“A big wave of… some kind of…blue shit released out of you. Then it started thundering and you were holding something that looked like Sophie.” 

“That ‘blue shit’ was her power,” Mary explained. “Your energy. You unlocked your power of being a witch. The urge to protect your children made your energy grow stronger until it did this.” She motioned around the room. 

Any furniture was knocked over. The windows were shattered. The door leading into the hallway was ajar. 

Vivian held Jamie, who looked scared. The two wolves stood next to them. Joyce ran her hand down her face. 

“Long day, huh?” Shadowbent said, his bones cracking as he transformed back into his more human-like form. He was still a wolf-man, but she could make out human features. She tiredly nodded. 

Jamie pushed past Vivian and hugged Joyce. She held her son close to her. 

“We’ll save Sophie, right? Nothing bad will happen to her?” 

“Of course.” 

She looked up to Mary, who nodded. 

“How do we do this?” Joyce said. She was sitting on the couch, with Jamie leaning against her. He’d fallen asleep quickly. Vivian looked tired as well, opting to lean against the couch’s arm. Andy stood, looking out the window into the night. 

Shadowbent sat across from her, watching as Jamie stirred and murmured something in his sleep. 

“Knowing the Storyteller,” Mary started, “she’ll bring Sophie to the Moon.” 

“The Moon?” Andy asked, turning to the conversation. 

“Yes.” Mary nodded. “He is their benefactor. The spirit who is inhabiting my brother’s body was close to the Moon. So, she is as well.”

Joyce mulled this over. 

“We have to get her back. Let’s go.” 

Mary shook her head.

“Not tonight. I’m sorry, I know how important it is to get her back. But you all are tired. It would be a waste to go now.” 

Joyce frowned. 

“She’s my daughter. She’s two! You can’t-“ 

“Joyce,” Mary interrupted. “Look at you. Look at your siblings. Look at your son. It is time to rest. In the morning, we will go after them. I will teach you to hone your talents. Until then, you have to sleep.” 

“Sorina and I will keep watch,” Shadowbent said. “They surprised us before, but we will not let it happen again. Rest now, and we will make sure nothing happens tonight.” 

Joyce nodded. It made logical sense. Something in her broke as she thought about how she was abandoning her daughter. She was so little, so trusting… 

She looked down at Jamie, running her fingers through his hair. His eyes fluttered open, staring up at her. 

“Let’s get you to bed, yeah?” 

She stared up at the ceiling, noting the holes which let light in. This place was a biohazard. She sighed, looking across the room at the sleeping forms of her family. 

Blue light seeped through her arms, glowing at her fingertips. She stared at it, wiggling her fingers experimentally. 

If Mary was to be believed, then she was a witch. 

Sure. This is her life now. Everything else was crazy, so why not? 

Shadowbent walked over to her, sitting down on the floor next to her. 

“It feels strange, doesn’t it?” He whispered. 

“Yeah. I feel it pulsing through me like my heartbeat.” The wolfman nodded. 

“I remember when I first transformed. I hope you have a better transition than I did.” Joyce nodded, looking down at her hands. The light dimmed, almost disappearing entirely. 

“I need her to be safe,” she murmured. “I failed.” 

Shadowbent shook his head. 

“No. You didn’t. You try your best. You had every odd stacked against you.” 

Joyce glanced over to Jamie. 

“You killed…” 

“I know. I apologize for that. He wanted to kill you.” 

Joyce nodded. Shadowbent smiled and got up. 

“Try and get some sleep, Joyce. You have a long day tomorrow.”