#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!!

[northernbluetongue]

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Guardians of Affection (and Pitch)

[linddzz]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

@gretchensinister tagged me, and I realized I can't mope about lack of interaction if I don't interact! This ended up being a really fun sort of retrospective :)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

44. tbh I think that's an inflated number since for some reason I posted every single chapter of the Evil Boyfriends Series as a separate ficlet??? and there's like 30 of those.

2. What’s your total word count?

349,680 if my math is right (it rarely is)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Rise of the Guardians, The Hobbit (movies), Fantastic Beasts (first movie only and wrote is in bold past tense there lmao), and now getting back into it (arguably returning to my roots of dramatic hot mess Nightmare/Dream King Sandmen) with The Sandman (Netflix)

4. Top 5 fics by kudos

Safe and Distant (Thorin/Bilbo, The Hobbit)

Mahrâna (The Hobbit, Thorin POV companion to S&D)

A Study on the Habits of the Adult Obscurial (Fantastic Beasts movie 1, Newt/Credence) ((ngl I was surprised this was so high in the ranking))

The Blizzard of '68 (Pitch Black/Jack Frost, Rise of the Guardians)

The Intervention (same as above lol, man that Evil Boyfriends Series was fun)

The Device Has Been Modified (Kozmotis Pitchner/Jack Frost. Rise of the Guardians movie/novels/a wild fuckin "Jack is a sci-fi AI" AU. holy shit I forgot about this one it was a wild blast)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Rarely and not as often as I'd like. I'm also bad at responding to texts from friends tho, so it's a Thing. I love and read every comment repeatedly though!

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Shiver/Tremble for the Rise of the Guardians. No question. They're also the darkest things I've written. First thing I ever wrote seemed to purge all my darkest impulses out right at the jump.

(I ain't linking those lmao. I don't regret writing dark noncon fic, or even taking on writing it from the predator POV. They're just my very first published works and shit is ROUGH.)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

The Cultural Misunderstanding series of Safe and Distant and Mahrâna. Based on the fact that they actually ARE finished and I always held that the Evil Boyfriends Series isn't exactly a "good" ending for Jack, even if it isn't a bad one.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Mahrâna had a commenter who was mad that all the dwarves said fuck because "Tolkien wouldn't have them say that."

This was on the sequel to a fic where Thorin and Bilbo explicitly touched their dicks, and thus it remains the funniest comment I've ever received.

(They also thought Thorin was too obviously Mentally Ill and since there were no therapists in Middle Earth they didn't see why anyone would put up with him. So. Y'know. Fuck that commenter in general.)

9. Do you write smut?

YUP

10. Do you write crossovers?

Nah

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Safe and Distant has been translated to Chinese, German, and Russian!

Steady Hands has been translated to Russian

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Tremble, the equally fucked up sequel to Shiver, was done with a co-author where we went back and forth on chapters!

Currently, Audacity in Human Form has @amahhi as my co-author, as it's written based off of our RP where I wrote Dream and she wrote Hob, and she's who I bounce ideas on for adapting it all into fic form while she also acts as my beta editor.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

This is like asking for a favorite food why. Hell some of my favorite ships are ones I haven't written fic for (Newt/Hermann, Jayce/Viktor, William Laurence/Tenzing Tharkay to name a few).

(Tbh I wouldn't even say whether or not I write fic depends on how much I like the characters. Amahhi and I also have many rp storylines that are basically full fics of all of the above ships (shout out to the Newmann Star Trek AU that remains one of my favorites ever, along with the Willzing with Werewolf!Laurence). It just depends on if my brain figures out how they'd be written as a fic.)

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

A Study on the Habits of the Adult Obscurial. In my heart I still love my version of Credence, who is pretty much an OC of mine with how far I went "oh fuck that" at canon after the first movie. But between the terrible sequels, Rowling going full terf, and the fact that I had not actually plotted out a good outline and was hitting a wall.....yeah that thing's never getting finished. I recently put a note on there letting any new readers know it's officially abandoned.

Things That Were also ran into the problem of me taking on a big fic idea without the big fic planning. I had specific future scenes in my head but didn't have a strict guide on what happened when or how characters would get from A to B. That one I'm more sad about needing to give up on though.

16. What are your writing strengths?

According to friends and comments: dialogue, particularly capturing a characters voice in the dialogue and POV prose, and getting a solid characterization overall.

I'm also told I'm good at making a ship into a convincing couple and how they work as a couple.

Which is good for me, because those are my favorite things to write! Most of my fics are built on scenes of dialogue that popped into my head and the dialogue is what I have the most fun writing (hence why most of my Tumblr posts are goofy dialogue bits).

And I just like taking the characters as they are at a point in their story and going "ok, if these two get together, how does that happen?" and exploring it from there. Tbh I consider most of my successful fics to be character studies hiding in a full fleshed fanfic.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

What the fuck is a story plot????

Is a plot not just "two people take 50k words to figure their shit out with almost no other characters coming in?" What the fuck is actually planning out a storyline with beats to it and an outline? (Trying to get better on the last one, Audacity actually has an outline that includes what specific RP scenes to flesh out or what gets subtracted/added!) (As far as plot goes I've now accepted that I'm not actually A Writer. I just wanna do my drawn out character studies and that's what I'm gonna do damnit.)

Besides that: laying out scenes beyond just the dialogue. Using repetitive descriptive language or getting rambly with it. I legit don't know if my occasional super short sentence lines for character reactions come across as punchy or if it's just choppy and disjointed, which ties in with a general struggle to keep small scenes flowing into each other without getting bogged down in details that fuck pacing up.

According to my various betas: punctuation is my mortal enemy, and I don't know how to make a sentence that isn't a fragment or an eternal run-on. I will sometimes fight them on my sentences and they put up with a lot.

Also, writing discipline in general. I'm uh, very bad at making myself sit down to write even when I want to, and my job tends to burn up the executive functioning points that my ADHD meds give me.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

Did it a little bit for Mahrâna with Thorin speaking Khuzdul, but not more than short sentences and it took a stupid amount of looking things up for a couple sentences of dwarvish dirty talk lmao.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

If we count what was actually posted: Rise of the Guardians.

But there's some notebooks rotting away somewhere with a classic early 2000s isekai LOTR fic in it with an OC that was so much like Tauriel that my old buddy and I joked that "Peter Jackson fuckin stole my OC!!" This isn't a dig at Tauriel bc my OC was rad.

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

Safe and Distant/Mahrâna are my magnum opus, with Safe and Distant as my personal favorite even though there are bits I'd change (mostly in the smut scene).

I think finishing Mahrâna was a bigger accomplishment and it was overall a bigger challenge to write Thorin's pathos and the mental journey he had to go through, but Safe and Distant was just FUN to write. It was the last time I was young and dumb enough to do things like stay up until 7AM writing nonstop. I think I did a good job of managing to take my strength of chronologically disjointed, shorter character driven scenes and stringing them together into something cohesive. I still like the back and forth flashbacks I did and think I did a good job making the flashback scenes related to the current storyline, even with the flashbacks being out of order.

(Ironic that Bilbo was more fun to write, when Thorin was who I fixated on more ferally and thought about more as a character. I'm having the same thing now with Hob and Morpheus lmao. I love rotating those dark, dramatic, brooding king types in my head, but actually writing the internal brooding out makes me want to chew glass and bully their dramatic asses.)

((still don't know why tf I thought Bilbo would be the virgin of the two of them, or why I have that bit in there with a fucking hobbit being a little insecure about pudge. God I was off base with that lmao))

Tagging @alienfuckeronmain, @avelera, @spicedrobot, @insufferablearchanist

[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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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.

[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

[northernbluetongue]

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

[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

[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!

[linddzz]

never fuckin prepared for songs to pop up on general shuffle that just slap you across the face with feelings for those REAL OLD hyperfixations

[northernbluetongue]

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Frost embroidery

[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:

[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

[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