#kozmotis pitchner

[bunnimew]

Have you ever made moodboards and or playlists for any specific fixation (movies, OTPs, OCs, etc)? I started playing around on Spotify and Pinterest, and found it really fun.

Hello Anon!!!

Moodboards weren't a thing and pinterest literally did not exist back when I had what we would call today an OC 😂 I did make a couple collages for RPs but overall, it was just different then.

Playlists, though? Yes! Although most of the time we're very informal about it and just have certain songs, in our overall playlist, that when they come on we look at each other and go, "This is so them."

We don't use spotify, but I made a playlist on youtube for Seifer and Squall that I describe as a 300k fic in 25 songs. I started one for Kozmotis, but it's barely a playlist yet. We have some songs that inspire fics (Such as the song Neon Escapism, which we associated with the fic we eventually titled Neon Escape.) We have like. Probably a hundred or so songs that make us want to write a fic, but they're not gathered up in a playlist anywhere. Probably best that we can't actually count them 🤣

I did once go through the trouble of assigning electronic music genres to the Guardians 😂 If that interests you.

But by far the coolest thing ever is that @drinkysketch made a kylux animation that inspired me to put together some wanderlust upbeat songs, and they turned it into a video! Absolute most awesome thing. Please check it out, and if you're feeling generous, reblog so more people can see it! Drinky's amazing ❤❤❤

Thank you so much, Anon!! I hope you like at least some of what's linked!!

[stormingfrost]

me, writing my own fic: god the Kozmotis Pitchner and Jack Frost parallels go so hard

[ave-aria]

For @rotg-halloween Day 1 - Entity.

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“You’re not her.”

“...I could be.”

“No. You’re not my daughter.”

Kozmotis regarded the thing behind the bars. It blinked up at him, its face a wall of shadow, blinking up at him with innocent eyes.

It was smarter than the rest, the fearlings writhing in the back of the golden cage. This one knew it couldn’t break past the containment by force, and was trying to tempt Kozmotis to do so in its stead. It even knew his weakness, trying to take the shape of his daughter - he could admit, the resemblance was uncanny - but he knew better.

He knew better.

“But I could be,” it argued again.

“No,” he said, vexed. “She died years ago.”

“...And?” it prompted.

“And so you cannot be her.” Kozmotis tried to spell it out, hoping the fearling would catch on.

“But I could be,” it said again. “All you have to do is open the door.”

Sighing, Koz sat back, rubbing his palm against his temples. This was giving him a headache. There was no point in trying to argue with this creature, but what else could he do? There was nothing to distract him. No one here to take his shift. No one else to check for weaknesses in the metal where the fearlings might break through the cage. He had to check it. And as he walked, the shadow-shape of his little girl followed, innocent and off-putting.

“Aren’t you tired, Daddy?” it asked, its small fingers trailing against the bars.

“Aren’t you?” he countered, wondering when it would stop. Sometime it would tire of its game, surely. He just had to wait it out.

“Don’t you want to go home?”

Home? He scoffed. That was the last thing he wanted to do right now. That big old empty mansion, stained with the blood of his wife and daughter...

“Please take me home, Daddy,” it said. “I’m so tired. I want to go home.”

“This is your home.”

“But what about our old home?”

“Will you stop? You are not her.”

“But I could be,” it said.

He rounded on her, sword drawn from his sheath.

“She is dead,” he hissed, teeth bared in a snarl. The tip of his sword pressed against its throat. “She is dead and gone, and if you know what’s best for you, you will stop this, or you will be, too.”

Her lip quivered, another illusion meant to manipulate. “Are you going to hurt me?” she whimpered, clutching the bars.

For a brief moment, he was tempted, straining against the impulse to thrust his sword into the shadow-thing’s throat. The fearling had plenty of room behind it to retreat, but instead it stood, mocking him. But as he gripped his sword tight, it shook in his hands; the entity’s delicate fingers, its liquid eyes and thunderstorm hair, so much like his daughter’s - he couldn’t do it. With a sneer, he withdrew his blade and sheathed it, turning away.

The fearling relaxed, too smoothly to be natural. It blinked up at him like it didn’t know what to think - unsure if he’d given up or simply exercised mercy.

Kozmotis picked up where he left off, walking along the cage. Let it think what it wants.

The fearling moved to follow. But it didn’t speak. They were silent for some time.

At last, it hummed.

“I am not her,” the fearling said. “Your daughter is dead and gone.”

Finally, he huffed. All he had to do to get through its thick skull was use a little force, it seemed.

The fearling continued to follow, a whimsical walk, reminiscent of a little girl tiptoeing along with her hands tucked behind her back. “She’s dead and gone,” it repeated, head tilted to the side. “You couldn’t save her.” 

His heart grew cold. Oh, was this where the conversation was going, then?

“It’s tragic,” it said, nodding to itself. “The strongest general in the galaxies out fighting a war, unable to save his wife, or rescue his daughter.”

This was more along the lines of what he’d been expecting; but even so, anger gripped him. His hand twitched toward his sword again. If it dared say another word--

“I am not her, I know that much,” the fearling said. “...But I could be.”

At this, Kozmotis stopped.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, turning towards her.

The little girl swayed back and forth, eyes blinking up at him. “I could be the one you saved,” she said, giving him a smile. “Your daughter, locked in a cage with those fearlings--“ her eyes glittered. “--Of course you’d try to save her. No one would even blame you, would they?”

What? He stared at her. She couldn’t be suggesting...

"You just... you look so sad,” she said, moving closer. “Did you--did you get to hug her? One last time, before she died?”

Her fingers brushed up against his, and he nearly jumped back, unaware of how or when he’d gotten so close to the cage. A fearling could possess someone, that way. Even just a touch could be dangerous. He needed to be more careful, he needed to be--

“Daddy?” she asked, confused and hurt.

“I...” His chest ached.

“Can’t we go home?” she asked. Hand outstretched. “Please?”

Home. “No.” He snapped back to himself. “I won’t open the door. I won’t.”

“Why?”

“You would kill them all,” he said. “Starting with me.” 

“Aren’t you tired, Daddy?” she asked him, eyes hollow.

He hesitated, then turned fully away from her, clutching his heart. She wasn’t talking about sleep, was she. And he refused to tempt the thought. The whole reason he’d taken this cursed job was because he was trying to cling to a purpose, to find something worth living for--

--But there it was, wasn’t it.

Dark thoughts, lurking between the lines...

“I miss you,” she said, leaning against the bars. “I miss Mommy, too. Take me home?” she asked. “Please?”

Home. He closed his eyes. Home.

“You’ll...” Kozmotis struggled. “You’ll kill everyone.”

“....And?” she asked, like it didn’t matter. Did it? Did it matter? She cocked her head. “Don’t they deserve it? They left you here. All alone.”

Against his best judgement, he turned. His own shadow stretched out behind him, cast away from the glowing golden bars. It flickered as he moved, turning to look at the girl who looked so much like his daughter.

“They knew you were sad, you know,” she said, rocking back and forth on her heels. “But they were happy, so they didn’t care.”

He thought about their faces, shining in relief and good cheer as they closed the prison doors. He thought about their smiles as they waved their goodbyes, so happy to be done with the war.

He thought about the keys at his side, hanging on their golden ring.

"It doesn’t matter, anyway,” she said. “You’ll never see them again - one way, or another.”

That’s right, he thought. He’d promised to hold this post, forever. ...Why had he fought so hard to protect them, again?

“For all you know, they could be dead already,” she said. “...How long have you been here, standing at this door?”

Too long. Forever, it seemed like.

“It’s just you and me, here,” she said, the creatures writhing at her back. “And I know I’m not her, but...”

His daughter, dead and gone.

“...But I could be?” she offered.

His daughter, here with him. A weight lifted off his shoulders. It wasn’t a perfect solution, but.

Well. What else did he have to live for?

“I miss you,” she said.

I miss you too.

“Come open the door?”

Open the door.

“So we can be together, one last time.”

One last time.

She skipped towards the iron frame, and as if in a trance, he followed. The locket at his neck felt heavy. He grasped at it, plucking it from his neck, before he cracked it open to look inside.

She was such a joyous, willful child, a spark in her eyes that danced all the way through her frame. He stared at it for a long time, taking in her dark hair, her sparkling eyes.

“Daddy?” she asked.

He looked up. The thing behind the bars might’ve been a striking imitation, but it was nothing but a shadow of the real thing. It looked like her, it spoke like her. But he knew better.

He knew better. 

The thing behind the bars, it wasn’t his daughter.

Kozmotis snapped the locket closed, tucking it away.

“...Coming,” he told her, reaching for the keys.

But maybe... just maybe...

She could be.

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[avatarlegendofgays]

My Book Poster for The Golden Age That Never Was by @not-poignant :

Soldier in training Jack Overland is approaching the day of his initiation. Finally he’ll learn how to fight back against the living darkness and serve the Tsar and Tsarina Lunanoff. More importantly, maybe it will get him closer to Royal Admiral Kozmotis Pitchiner, Jack’s hero, champion of the people. If only anything ever worked out the way it should.

I discovered this fic (and FTDWR) by chance years ago despite not being in this fandom and was blown away by the worldbuilding and plot. i know im years late but this story has always stuck with me and i wanted to commemorate it

[northernbluetongue]

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Guardians of Affection (and Pitch)

[shapeshifter911]

Prompt #12: Gates

@rotg-halloween

[formeforthemforyou]

Introducing Dorm Leader Rui [left] & Vice Dorm Leader Ashwin [right] of my Fan Dorm Ephialtes which is centred around Pitch Black/Kozmotis Pitchner from the Guardians of Childhood book series

[ao3feed-hijack]

Blessed by the Capitol

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2rYHbog

by RogueSovereign52

Hunger Games!AU

Jackie Overland is promised to President Kozmotis Pitchner. The man has saved him from the horrors of The Reaping, and has supported his family throughout the years.

When Jackie reaches the age of 18, he will move to the palace to be with Koz.

But what happens when he is nominated as one of District 7's tributes for the 15th Annual Hunger Games?

Words: 1354, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Hunger Games Trilogy - Suzanne Collins, Hunger Games Series - All Media Types, Rise of the Guardians (2012), How to Train Your Dragon (Movies), Tangled (2010), Brave (2012)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage

Categories: M/M

Relationships: E. Aster Bunnymund/Jack Frost, Jack Frost/Pitch Black, (one sided), Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III/Jack Frost (Guardians of Childhood), (Later)

Additional Tags: Genetic Modification, Body Modification, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Rape/Non-con Elements, Death, Gore, Long Hair, school yard, Hunger Games, Genderplay, hearts broken, Political Alliances, political status, Murder, Telepathy, Blood, Bullying, Angst, Alternate Universe - Hunger Games Setting, Shipping, I Ship It, Shipping War

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2rYHbog

[northernbluetongue]

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Pitch is so hard to draw.. but I adore his facial expression ;w; 

[demonsgold]

I like to play as the meme fairy but I'm also an ass while on mobile. If you have the time since Natt has intrigued both myself and Sandy, dare you do all 50 questions of the 'get to know the muse' meme? ^^, or at least those that he's willing to share?

*rolls up sleeves and cracks knuckles*

OKAY LET’S DO THIS

1: What does their bedroom look like?

Here

2: Do they have any daily rituals?

If he slept, getting up and changing into his usual ‘work’ clothes, which are what he wears most of the time. Mostly though, there’s a lack of exact structure to Natt’s days and nights, and he can be very forgetful and accidentally neglect his friends from getting too caught up in work. A schedule would probably be a good idea -.-

3: Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

He’ll train and experiment with his powers, summoning weapons and shields, using his sand and shadows to ‘fly’, anything else he can think of. He also will take the Night Mares out for runs once in awhile, though they’re pretty content with their work hours being exercise.

4: What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

Use his powers to casually slip out everything he needed, prepare it elsewhere, then casually slip it into the oven or whatever. Alternatively, make whoever is in the kitchen already do it. Depends on mood.

5: Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

Showers, not baths, all the usual things humans do like brushing teeth, probably uses deodorant and such out of habit. His room can be a bit messy, but not dirty, and it’s an organized chaos, where he mostly knows where things are. He has been known to do the sniff test for clothes though…

6: Eating habits and sample daily menu

He technically doesn’t need to eat much, so really it’s when he feels like indulging. Mostly he goes for teas and such, and any sweets he can steal from North’s. Ice cream, pancakes… apparently he has a sweet tooth.

Average day though, milky tea because it makes him warm and also gives him something to do with his hands and mouth. (Oral and digital fixations, lol)

7: Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

Movies, horror and psychological thrillers especially. Lazing around with friends. Who cares about wasting a little time when you seem to be ageless?

8: Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

I have to think about this, I will get back to you.

9: Makeup?

Doesn’t wear any himself, unless someone’s being goofy and giving him a make over or something. Anyone who wants to can wear it, but he plays with his face too much, he’d just wipe it off.

10: Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

All the neuroses, semi-self aware.

 Natt knows he has depression (he killed himself when he was human) and some anxiety issues. He thinks there’s more, but he was alive in a time where if you weren’t killing anyone you weren’t really going to be looked at as anything other than weird. Therefore, he just has some confused self-diagnoses that he second guesses and keeps to himself. (I, the mun, have nonverbal learning disorder, a type of high functioning autism, and while not on purpose, this does come across in his writing sometimes.)

He can obsess over things, and be deeply wounded by words. He can be capricious, sometimes cruel, and not really be bothered by it. He’s a lovable mess, and he knows he’s a mess, he just doesn’t always know why. Day to day acceptance varies on mood and recent interactions.

11: Intellectual pursuits?

He loves reading history books, both human and supernatural. The lore of the world fascinates him, and he often goes out to find if the Jersey Devil is jsut a legend or what Gywn Ap Nudd is really like. This includes learning everything he can about Kozmotis Pitchner, the Guardians, Nightlight, and all the rest.

 Yes, this gets him in the kind of trouble you’d expect it to.

12: Favorite book genre?

Non-fiction, paranormal, mythology (that’s probably real)

13: Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

He doesn’t particularly think about it, but he’s pansexual. Any gender or lack there of is fine. As far as in general, why should he give a damn who likes sticking what where?

14: Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

His eyes are a glowing solid yellow-gold, no defined sclera/iris/pupil.

He has scars from both self-harm and from the usual ways… fights with malicious spirits, daily living, and all that. While not ashamed, Natt does not go out of his way to show his self harm scars, not wanting to deal with the pity, anger, or whatever else others would feel. He also doesn’t want to trigger anyone.

He is mentally ill, see above.

15: Biggest and smallest short term goal?

Big: Make human friends, take more care in relationships. 

Small: Don’t let them know know just how fucked up he is.

16: Biggest and smallest long term goal?

Big: Keep Pitch stable. Also, keep human friends. Save Willow from MiM.

Smallest: Always working on improving nightmares.

17: Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

Here, Here, Here, and finally, Here

//My ass has gone numb from me sitting here an not moving as I type this all out. I will continue this tomorrow lol. Feel free to ask questions about anything said so far!

[ave-aria]

For Kamui / @bunnimew​​! Merry Christmas!

KamuiWithFangs on AO3 wrote an awesome scene for a Silent Hill x Rise of the Guardians crossover called “Sweet Sugar” which was, in my humble opinion, the best thing ever. I’m a sucker for this crossover.

Since the fic was inspired by the game Silent Hill 2... I thought I’d surprise them with a little gift!

...Although, in retrospect, I suppose Silent Hill isn’t very Christmasy, is it? ;)

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For those not in the know:

[northernbluetongue]

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Today marks ten years since Rise of the Guardians was released. I can and have talked the ear off of anyone who will listen about this movie.

Sometimes, I put it on just to look at all the textures and small details in the character designs. Sometimes, I put it on for comforting background noise. The books are whimsically strange and delightful with such lovely illustrations. I just love the characters, love the story, love that I can visit them for comfort and inspiration.

The Guardians brought magic back into my life, and I’ve been so glad to have them the last ten years. I’m sure these won’t be the last pieces of fan art I ever do (Jack is still one of my favorite characters to draw, you know he’ll be back), but I’m glad I got to finish these portraits to celebrate the film in time for its anniversary.

I believe, I believe, I believe.

[cumbreknecht]

hey everyone I'm trying to find a blackice fan art where koz is the general and jack is under his command and jack dies protecting his daughter so if someone can link me to that, it'd be marvelous

[dorksidefiker]

A thought I must share (because I'm a Svengoolie Fan)

Imagine, if you will, Kozmotis dressed as Svengoolie, because I am a giant geek who giggles over things like the names of actors.

[jynxlovesluck]

So to begin we must go back in what in universes call the golden age.

The Lunars ruled kind and gentle, and had an army of gold defending the plantes against the darkest beings in the universe.. these aren't the nightmares we know from the movie.

These are much, much worse.

The general of this army was Kozmotis(that may or may not be how you spell that) Pitchner. He is assigned, as the one who trapped the fearlings, to guard their prison.

But of course. Fearlings can echo voices.

He stood and waited there for years. Until one day, they found the voice of his daughter, Seraphina. He was desperate. He just wanted his little girl. And So he opened the Gates, and the fearlings escaped.

Except instead of leaving, they entered HIM.

Kozmotis Pitchner was gone.

ONLY Pitch Black remained.

Pitch black terrorised the universe. One by One, planets were destroyed. The lunar family who was close to his family couldn't save Seraphina's mother, but they did save her.

Pitch attacked the planet of the Pookas. A race of giant rabbits.

Because bunny was a scientist and a scholar, he was gone from his home planet.

When he got back. His whole rave was dead. He was the last remaining survivor.

And so pitch attacked the royal family. The only one to survive was the baby, Manny.

They sent him away with the other two on a spaceship.

And that's where we have earth.

Seraphina changes her name. ((Actually her name might have been EmilyJane and was changed to Seraphina.)) And became mother nature. Aster Bunnemond(I can't quite remember how to spell his last name either)) shaped the planet in the shape of an egg, or new life.

And the baby grew to be man in the moon.

Speed up time. Humans are created. Magic is everywhere. There is a race of flying girls called the sisters if flight in Indonesia. A bunch of Bandits in Russia. And a shooting star falls to earth.

This is where the real start of our story begins.

((Let me type of the second part too This but it gets r e a l))

*Wheezes* THANA DO YOU LIKE ROTG TOO!!!!!?!?!?!?!?!?!? AAAAAAHHHHHHHH

*insert Roman gif of increasingly louder “like it”s*

L I K E IT?! ITS MY FAV MOVIE HOLY HECK

[widdlez]

little warm up to loosen up and since I'm watching the movie...