#kosmotis pitchiner

[draconianthorns]

pspspspspspspsppsps. hi rotg fandom on tumblr dot com . I come to u with my offering of how I draw pitch bc he means a lot to me

this is like . my interpretation of him I guess? the last image is kosmotis pre . yknow but I have a lot of weird headcanons for him

1. I think like if he ever became "good" or I guess had a sort of redemption I like the idea that he was originally blonde and that his hair was originally like softer and wavier

2. I REALLY like the idea of him having a kind of professor venomous treatment of like being buff and tan as kosmotis and then being a grey freak as pitch (but also still attractive bc hudhfbgngnff)

3. honestly a big inspiration for his design that I give him is a fic I read every time I heard them describe his fit I was like . yes I am Thinking About This

4. my design for him has like a weeee bit of Slavic influence bc of the use of the word tsar idk its very vague but like

5. I gave him eyebrows sorry I just think the funky brows fit him idk

anyways pls accept my offering of my pitch design I'm so nervous to post this for some reason but I'm super happy with the art I've done of him yayayayay

[kalorusmi]

Christmas Cookies

Apart from making toys, the yetis have a secret passion for cookies. They hold an annual competition before christmas, and these were this year’s winners. More ROTG: Wraith, Giant Chocolate Eggs, Faberger Eggs

[raitou-otcha]

theres this scene where Pitch Black got shot and he became a younger version of himself (Kosmotis Pitchiner) and hes just heavily bleeding and a bit out of it, and like. he just has a gun?? or like a cross bow, and he shoots whatever shot him earlier, effectively taking it down and now everyone needs to deal with an injured and armored Kozmotis without knowing its Kozmotis.

[sketchnskribbles]

I finally started reading William Joyce’s Guardians of Childhood series. Just now finished with Book 1 and... I never knew I needed North the Bandit Prince until now.

The little backstory for Pitch was great; I stopped and reread it a couple times so that I could better picture it in my head, like a little movie. Did that with a couple of scenes in the book actually, it’s just so good!

I, also, never knew I needed two epic battles with Pitch taking over and controlling both a bear and an almost unstoppable robot, respectively.

Katherine and Nightlight? Are absolute treasures and must be Protected, At All Costs.

I’m going to draw some of this at some point. Maybe I’ll stream it on Twitch.

[hallowthewizard-blog]

It’s late and I didn’t want to draw these myself at the moment (I will later though), but here are some Hallows~

Top Left: Hallow as a forgotten dolly, which is an AU I never expanded upon before. Hallow was an intricate cloth doll given to the young noble Kosmotis Pitchiner Black. Kosmotis played with him for ages, even to the point of much wear and tear (the rose choker hides the stitches of getting his head sewn back on). Like many other toys, he was forgotten and eventually given away, but his loyalty to little Pitch Black burned on and on. The doll lived to return to his King, who he rarely lets out of his sight. (The creepiness I aim for here is not the threat of violence but the eerie and constant presence of his watchful body.)

Top Right: Hallow concealing his appearance in a supernatural school AU that I share with two good friends of mine. He is very intelligent, diligent, and friendly, but his piercings, tattoos, hair, and overall figure and demeanor make many students assume the worst about him. When their comments and bullying affect him too much, he dyes his hair and conceals his piercings, tattoos, and eye color. He stops speaking to almost everyone, never answers questions out loud if it’s not required, and ultimately loses his friendly disposition. This is made worse by teachers who begin to praise him for “finally presenting himself respectably” and this leaves him terribly bitter and depressed.

Bottom Left: Regular Hallow, happy and delightful Hallow! Lover of sweets and cats.

Bottom Right: [Kind of] Hallow’s monster form. In this state, he is primal and bloodthirsty, and able to destroy the living things near him. He has a thick white snake’s body from the waist down, easily filling up half of a bedroom when moving around. His skin is chalk white and patched with scales. His arms are bone-thin with large hands and spindly, sharp-nailed fingers. Sharp fangs drip bloody venom from a split-cheek grin that’s almost a grimace. His pupils actually become pentagrams instead of pinpricks, but they continue to drip inky black fluid. He can only be pulled out of this state with a strong enough emotional connection to a person trying to get through to him. Without this connection, he will stay in this form until he is either sated or fatally wounded.

These pics here are limited by the selections of the avatar creator, so I’ll redraw them at a later date!

[writing-shorts-but-failing]

(I feel much pressure.)

Pitch Black talked through the woods around that cursed lake. The one where the five idiots plus children had cornered him that one Easter. The lake Jack Frost came from.

Jack Frost could have been his, would have been his if not for being a “bully.” Honestly, he just wanted to not be weak anymore.

A butterfly flew by him, making him pause. That reminded him of, something. Something important.

But what was it?

Something from when he was Kosmotis Pitchiner. 

Ah, yes. He used to have a daughter. Had he killed her when the Fearlings had engulfed him? Turned her into one?

It made an ache in his chest when he considered this. Which was foolish. Pitch Black had no daughter.

Ever.

Five Minute Writing Challenge

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He might fight with Obito, might poke, rile and provoke him intentionally to just to watch his reaction to because Obito just reacts to everything in a funny way, but that doesn’t mean that Obito is anything less than his best friend.

And at ten years old Kakashi freely admits that meeting your best friend’s parents for the first time is absolutely frightening.

“Kakashi, is it?” Madara inquires from the driver’s seat of the car. Kakashi can’t see his expression but he’s infinitely sure that it’s bloodthirsty. “Sakumo’s kid right?”

From the back seat, Kakashi jolts straight. “Um, yes,” Kakashi answers, pauses, then adds, “..sir.”

Madara grins. It’s not a comforting grin .“The same Kakashi that pushed Obito off his swing and made him cry during second grade?”

A sweat breaks out of him.

“Pops,” Obito whines from where he sits behind Madara. “We’re over that. We’re totally cool now. Kakashi and I are best buds,” he explains. Then he leans forward to whisper furiously, a pretty red dusting his cheeks. “And don’t tell him that I cried because of that, geez. Dad, back me up.”

A chuckle from the passenger seat rings. “Pot meet Kettle,” Tobirama drawls wryly, red eyes creased in amusement. “You weren’t any better when you were younger, Madara. Give the kid a break.”

Madara huffs. “Fine. Now do you guys want to get some snacks before we head home?”

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Quick study break. Write for a whole five minutes no stopping nuh uh.

tagging @redhothollyberries @mmmatchaball @barricadeofnargles @elphabun @writing-shorts-but-failing @morticia-butler @pandafleur @lithe-cloud (no pressure tho)

[epicsmiley13]

So the Week is over...

It’s the last day of RotG Week officially, so for now I thought I’d link to my current fic. It’s a Blacksand college AU so if you don’t like it you needn’t read it, but it’s up to nineteen chapters!

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11429787/1/Alternatives

[psychologicallyokay]

I feel like Kozmotis was the original Knight in Shining Armor

[eccentwrit]

Watching Rise of the Guardians again and I can't decide who I feel more sorry for: Jack or Pitch

Also, the parallels between them are wonderful because the entire time you watch the movie you get the sense that Pitch is what Jack could've become.

[thismightyneed]

I not saying it should BUT I totally saying this should be Kosmotis Pitchiner/Pitch Black theme at GoC

[draconianthorns]

HELLO I have updated pitch design and shitty oc as alucard doodle as the offering 4 today

I love the pitch silhouette iiieeeeejjee im really happy with it

also oc doodle brought to you by me going "yea I don't have a character with the alucard archetype which is weird bc that's my favorite ever" and then realizing soon after I am a liar who lies

hope u like ocs because . that will probably be like a lot of what I post oops (I care them)

[kalorusmi]

Easter 2022 - Giant Chocolate Eggs - Guardians, Unite!

All the guardians, into one egg, then all the guardians side by side.

Pitch Jack North Sandy Tooth

[littleannalessi]

Fandom: Rise of the Guardians Characters: Jack Frost, Pitch Black Genre: General Words: 407 Summary: Jack is caught falling asleep on the property of the local hermit, who turns out to have weapons in his shed.

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But Kosmo was older now, haggard and bony and only rarely showing up in public. He spent his time on the ranch caring for the horses--wild things with minds that stretched beyond the bounds of their captivity. They served as the guards of the property, scaring off any wandering children with their large stature and sharp eyes. Jack had had more than one close encounter with the creatures in his youth and frequented the edges of the farm for the sole purpose of provoking the mares, earning him a scolding from his mother each time. As he got older, the horses never seemed to age; but Jack merely blamed it on the comings of a new and similar-looking herd every few years. Still, the decrepit old farm never failed to worry him once night came.

It was on one such night that he encountered Mr. Pitchiner while he returned home from the fields. His way was lost in the dark, the small drops of rain growing larger and beginning to blur his vision as they blew in his face. He forced himself into one of the ranch's tool sheds, intending to hide out from the storm in what he thought was abandoned property. Mr. Pitchiner scoured the grounds with a dimly lit lantern in his arms, not too far from Jack's spot, and found him less than an hour later.

"Get up," he muttered, carelessly pushing a half-asleep Jack off the bench he'd been slouched over.

He looked up at the man blearily from where he was floored in the mud."Whuhisit?"

"This is my land, and I must say that I do not appreciate having unwanted strangers on its premises." Kosmo--whom Jack recognized at this point--said with a deep frown that vanished and was replaced by a thin smile as his eye caught a reflecting glint of something behind Jackson, whose eyes widened in fear as he turned to face it. "So unless you'd prefer for me to take extraneous measures in your departure from them, I'd recommend leaving. Maybe you could even run, perhaps! It'd certainly make things easier."

Jackson nearly gagged at the disfigured and widening grin of pleasure the man gave, but bolted from the shed as quickly as he could after a few unfocused seconds. His bare feet sunk into the puddles of watery muck as he fled Blacke Ranch, paying no mind to his chattering teeth or heavy clothes.

[thehonorablelunanoffs-blog]

Once they had left, the Tsarina picked up the tea and the table the General had knocked over. "You've changed, Kosmotis, and I fear it is not for better."

The General scowls, "And you find it surprising?"

"I find it worrying. You have suffered a great tragedy, and I know-"

"What do you know?! You've never lost a child!"

"And I pray to the heavens I never do!" She shouted back, startling the General. He sat down, putting his face in his hands. He had not meant to loose his temper, but seeing the Tsar leave with his own child had stung.

"Nor do I..." he whispers softly. The Tsarina knelt down and pulled his hands into her's.

"I know this is hard for you, and this wound is fresh, which is why we want you to stop and rest, let yourself be at ease before you do anything rash." The general pulled her hand away. 

"I know you mean well, but I cannot." His replied with a defiance he knew he could only show in private. She sighed, standing up fully. 

"I do not wish to order you."

"Then don't."

Gah sorry I've been so bloody inactive on this account. I can barely play on my other ones cause I keep getting distracted in rl. 

Anyway this is an excerpt from something I'll most likely never flesh out into being, so you get this cute little picture. I really doubt this happens often, seeing as both parties tend to do things their own way. 

[cocytusgene]

Black as midnight! Black [is] Pitch!

A mix between books inspired and movie inspired, 'cuz o'dat neva-end'n neckline. Also, a shiny dagger to go stabbedy-stab-stab.

[redxvsrobin]

mostly Kosmotis and Nightlight....

eh, whatever i'll post this anyways.