DARKNESS FALLS.

LOW ACTIVITY // AUTOPLAY

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logged  back  in  here  just  to  save  my  url  because  tumblr  tried  to  take  it  away  by  adding  that  whole  -blog  thing .  ew .

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pitch  is  being  moved  over  HERE

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ah yes...so much fun...seeing all those deactivated urls in my message archives...

...i'm gonna reboot

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👀

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♚

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new  dash  icon  pitches

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if your muse is an asshole and you know it, clap your hands 👏 👏

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Glad your blog is still around, friend. Really enjoy seeing you on my dash :3

awwwwww ,  thanks  friend !  i  am  too .  it’s  been  hard  to  come  back  to  this  blog  just  because  i  have  so  many  responsibilities  outside  of  my  blogs ,  and  i’ve  had  more  writing  muse  for  other  characters ,  but  i  do  want  to  make  an  effort  to  soft  reboot  this  asshole  and  at  least  be  around  a  little  more  here  and  there .

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☯+ when the kids stopped believing in him :^)

☯ + a canon scene for a drabble || @freckledbutton​ || accepting 1 more

     THE FIRST SENSATION encountered upon awakening: cold.  Fresh, powdery snow beneath ashen cheek.  Though it really has no effect on him, he blows it away from his face as he rises, pushing himself up from where he lay sprawled.  And what greets his ears is nearly as irritating as snow would be down the back of a human’s shirt.

     Laughter.  Children laughing and playing and throwing snowballs at each other—and the GUARDIANS.  They’re still here, still protecting the children; they still believe in them.  He’d failed, he’d failed, he’d failed.

     “ No… ”  The utterance leaves his lips involuntarily, disbelief fighting against what he sees.  This can’t be happening…  And yet he finds himself ducking to avoid a flying sea creature made of Dreamsand—courtesy of Sandy, no doubt.  The LITTLE MAN had returned in full glory; their victory complete, they celebrate in the presence of the defeated.

     No—not defeated yet.  The CHILDREN—they had seen him !  They believe; this isn’t over.  Say something, fool !

     “ You dare have fun in my presence ?  I am the BOGEYMAN, and you will fear me ! ”

     The eyes of some of the Guardians fall upon him as he rushes towards the nearest child, but he DOESN’T CARE.  He doesn’t care that he sounds utterly ridiculous and desperate; desperate times call for desperate measures.  His plan has failed, but there is a foothold to be gained, and as the boy  ( JAMIE, the one Frost guarded so fiercely )  turns to run in his direction, Pitch opens black-clad arms to deliver an embrace of fear.

     But the child never touches him.  Pain like the harsh chill in a winter wind makes him gasp aloud as Jamie runs right through him.  “ NO ! ”  Hands clutch at aching chest, body straightening in stature and eyes searching blankly, realizing, any following syllables no more than mere whimpering echoes.  And now EVERY Guardian is watching, he knows even before he turns, their expressions pitying.  Even as he stares at them, his mind is elsewhere.

     For the first time in a long while, the cold tendrils of fear curl around his own soul.

     And he RUNS.

                                                                                                   FEAR GRIPPED THE KING.

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one  lil  thing  i  just  wanna  say  is :  DO  NOT  come  into  my  ims  with  a  mere  ‘ do  you  wanna  rp ? ’  if  you  have  a  plot  in  mind .  do  literally  anything  but  that .  scream  ‘ BITCH  WHAT  IF  * insert  plot  idea  here * ’  and  you  will  have  my  attention  ,  but  just . . . the  other ??  is  anxiety  inducing  and  makes  me  feel  like  i  must  carry  the  idea .  it’s  awk .

also  make  sure  we’re  mutuals  beforehand ??  me  having  to  repeat  something  that’s  so  obviously  in  my  rules  and  worrying  about  if  i  sound  rude . . . that’s  awk  too .

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DEATH .    what  a  strong  word ;  men  tremble  as  it  leaves  the  lips  of  the  judge ,  and  armies  rush  into  the  fray  of  bloodshed  only  to  be  torn  down .    we  would  rather  LIVE — live  to  see  another  day ,  to  win  another  fight ,  to  say  one  more  goodbye  before  it’s  too  late .    we  battle  death  to  keep  it  at  the  edge ,  away  from  our  family  and  away  from  our  friends .    away  from  ourselves .    but  in  the  end ,  the  terrible  thing  already  lives  inside  us ,  merely  biding  its  time ,  awaiting  its  moment  to  spring  forth ,  teeth  bared  and  greedy  hands  clawing  for  your  life .    it  is  LIFE  or  DEATH — death  is  but  an  ultimatum .    and  you ,  YOUNG  ATLAS ,  hold  the  choice  in  your  hands .    //    canon-divergent  james  lake  jr.  of  guillermo  del  toro’s  and  dreamworks’  trollunters ;  personals  do  not  reblog .

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@frystsnow replied to your post:

all i want for christmas is u ��

is  that  so ??

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hello yes who wants me back