Don't look under your bed.

Welcome to the lair of Pitch Black.

[guardianoffear-blog]

Hey guys... It's been awhile.

I think it'd be best if I officially let this blog go, instead of keeping all my lovely partners waiting for replies that might not get written. I'm sorry I haven't been around, haven't been replying, or checking in... As much as I'd love to say I'm back I don't think it will be possible in the near future. :(

Not sure whether I should preserve the blog for the threads or just delete it altogether? I was going to erase it quietly, but I thought it would probably be better to say something instead of just leaving. You guys deserve better than that.

Thanks for the great roleplays and the awesome fun times, RotG fandom! You're one I'm happy to be a part of.

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guardianoffear said: ((uwu thanks for the followback~))

((Mun: you’re welcome! Mun isn’t really this derpy, please don’t mind the high-as-fuck things I’ve been spouting really I should stop meeting people like this /sobbing))

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((PPPFFFT NO don't mind me, I'm just standing over here minding my own business yup that's all hahahaha oTL))

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Jack jerked his head to follow Pitch’s movements, realizing that he had frozen in place. Pitch’s new onslaught was beginning to sink in. 300 years had passed already, but he was a child compared to the rest of the Guardians, and Pitch. There was so much he still didn’t know about what he could do, and what he was supposed to do. He’d found his center, true, but it wasn’t as if he had the same kind of ageless wisdom as the others. They’d been Guardians for centuries, perfecting the art. He’d spent 3 playing in the snow, never having to be responsible for anyone but himself.

All of this raised countless questions. What was coming next? Would he really have to grow up? Could he? Could he change, or would he stay as he was forever? Forever… Forever was a long time. He remembered how much he’d thought about it over the years. As long as the moon was in the sky and children were on the earth, the Guardians would be there. Just how long would that be?

Jack looked at Pitch, trying to hide the uncertainty that he was beginning to feel. The staff came to rest on the ground. “I don’t… I don’t want to think about it. You’re just one big headache, Pitch.”

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Pitch looked back, to pin Jack with a sort of stare; for a fraction of a moment, the man looked very, very irked. He could feel the discomfort, the unease, lifting off Jack in drifting wafts. The boy tried valiantly to hide it, but to no avail; he was before the Nightmare King, who took it all in with a glance.

There was a moment of pregnant silence.

Then, Pitch hefted a large sigh.

"Oh, you're telling me about headaches," he muttered audibly, acting as if he'd attempted to lecture a difficult child. It took less than an instant for his demeanor to fade beneath the facade of his theatrics. As it always did.

"Well," scoffed the man, pressing his fingers against the bridge of his nose, "I can't say I didn't try. Nothing I can do if you don't want to think, although-- I do suggest you start sometime soon, it's not good for your health, Jack. I mean, really."

[nightlightmoonbeam]

For Christmas, Nightlight got everyone a flashlight.

Happy Holidays. 

[sunrise-s-sunset-s-deactivated2]

pISS OFF

[nightlightmoonbeam]

u wanna fight

[guardianoffear-blog]

You children and your electric torches.

*grumble mumble*

[verdantprincess]

Fear Entered the Garden

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[...]

[verdantprincess]

She smiled coldly at the acknowledgement. “I am indeed. Almost as old as you are, in fact.”

She licked her dry lips before speaking again. The mention of his…less formal title, his ‘name’…had startled her. She’d hadn’t heard it before, or at least did not remember hearing it, and so it’s…familiarity, as it were, bothered her. As did his attempt to mask his nature with a friendly act.

“Oh, but the rumors are quite true, I’m afraid.” She said. “I admit I do hold…quite the grudge. And I am not so easy to forget.” She would never forgive the Nightmare King for a great many things, but one of course stood out - the disappearance of her beloved father.

She allowed herself to smile in return (with all the warmth of deepest winter), dark eyes lowering to the man’s feet to watch the shadows flicker among the grass. “Taking a walk…I see. And may I ask how your ‘walk’ led you to my garden? It is not a very simple place to find.”

[guardianoffear-blog]

The deeply buried cold in the inflection of her words did not go unnoticed. Pitch felt a faintly pleasant chill run down his spine, and for a moment he could see Nature's shadow nearly as clearly as the ones he wore. Such terror she could instill into mortal beings' hearts, as strongly as she could instill joy... such was her unpredictable nature.

He laughed, and lowered his hands. "Ah, well, then. I'll be sure to... watch my step." And a young flower lost its petals to the expanding mass of black that wreathed the ground under his heels.

Pitch ambled aimlessly to the side, appearing to take great interest in the greenery. It was still unbearably... vivid, in the clearing. Too bright for his liking. Maybe on purpose. He frowned.

"You tell me," he replied, at length, turning to Mother Nature with a measured look. "I certainly wasn't searching for this.... this." A hand motioned to their surroundings, dismissively. "But there are shadows in every place, as I'm sure you know. I'd have found it eventually."

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[inthedarkandcold-blog]

“What? I wasn’t gonna take it, I just knocked the kid over and it fell out-” The winter spirit huffed, on the defensive, nearly glaring at Pitch with indignation. Though, before he had finished his justification he realized that the comment had been in jest. The words died in his throat and he quickly scrambled for a brash, if a little forced, laugh.

“Yeah, probably something like that,” the boy caught had himself, arrogance nearly doubled to make up for his slip. “I dunno, I’m pretty terrifying lately. I’m shocked they’ve not confronted me yet, what with the threat of tooth thievery,” he grinned, happy to add to the joking nature the conversation had taken on. He felt important when he Nightmare King talked with him like they were friends, rather than as a teacher might to a student. He hated it when he ruined something, when the tall man looked down at him with that disgusted disappointment reserved only for failures such as himself. But this, these were the things that made up for all of his mistakes.

“Have you seen any of them lately?” Jack finally questioned, the words cautious. His existence had been relatively Guardian free to date, with the exception of a few wayward mice and a couple glances of goodness from a distance. Though, he wasn’t sure why Pitch would bring up anything relating to them if it wasn’t of some importance, and the spirit liked to be informed.

[guardianoffear-blog]

From Jack's reply he could infer that it was likely the others hadn't made contact with his new protege... Unexpected, yet not completely. They had been so loath to accept his defection in the last battle over Burgess he'd expected at least some effort to retrieve Jack from him. Not that he would have allowed it, but still. Had they given up so easily?

Pitch mused, but took the information in stride. "I was about to ask you the same," he admitted, slowly. "But considering the current state of affairs--" - meaning, the recently upset balance of powers - "I'm not entirely surprised they're leaving me be.

"Not to mention-- 'tis the season." He shrugged. "They don't have time to spare for the likes of cold, or dark, or nightmares. Too busy with their presents and eggs. But if they ever do visit..." Pitch turned, then, pinning an expectant gaze on the boy at his side. 

[ofmagicandice]

Reblog if you've ever felt like a shitty RPer.

[cutdownthefamilytree-deactivate]

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((sighs))

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Chance Meetings

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[rangersara]

((Not at all!!))

Sara nodded, climbing down. Her cloak slid off her face as she landed. “What are you found out here so late

[guardianoffear-blog]

In an instant his gaze had scoured her face, her stature; he took note of the scars on her face, the practical cut of her hair and the complete lack of trepidation she expressed before him. His eyes narrowed the tiniest fraction.

Pitch sighed, dramatically. Body language gave the impression that his guard was completely let down. For all intents and purposes, Pitch appeared like... a harmless, if strangely monochromatic, stranger.

He motioned to the woods. "I've already told you. I'm out taking a walk. Or I was," he went on, as if an afterthought had occurred, "until I realized that someone were in the forest with me. With a weapon. Being rather confrontational at that, I might add."

And Pitch looked pointedly at her bow. 

[guardiannightlight]

Fear and Light

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[guardiannightlight]

She faltered a moment before regaining her composure with a steady inhale of air. “No.” She said rather shortly, her eyes darting to the side. “I did…He hasn’t told me much…The stars talk to me more then he ever has…but I gave myself that name…it’s what I do…I bring scared children light when they need it…” She said rather stiffly, wondering why it captured his attention so.

Nightlight paused though, “Well, at least until they grow up a bit…and can learn to face the dark on their own…it’s a step everyone must take.” She said slowly, her body finally starting to relax fully. It was her goal to simply help the children work up the confidence to face the dark, not be a crutch for the rest of their lives. 

[guardianoffear-blog]

"Ah," he said, unable - or simply not bothering - to hide his reaction to her words. There was a palpable decline in enthusiasm. "I see. So it's a self-given title. That's alright, as far as names go. I mean," chuckled the Nightmare King, "better than nothing, right? Haha."

He hummed, taking a few leisurely steps in the small pool of shadows that surrounded him. "So you don't talk to the Man in the Moon. Must be disappointing." And he sighed, looking very convincingly empathetic. "But we all get used to that after awhile, don't we? Just sort of... get used to it." Like the dark.

[aboynameddeath]

I honestly dislike this scene so much. 

At that part in the film, Pitch has lost everything. The children can’t see him anymore, Jamie walked right through him (which for a spirit, is probably the most terrible feeling they can possibly feel).  Pitch is totally destroyed emotionally, and as if that’s not enough, now they have to hurt him physically.

He wasn’t even a threat anymore at that point anymore. This action was not taken out of self-defense or out of wanting to protect the children, but out of a sheer desire to hurt Pitch and make him suffer. That’s just revenge, plain and simple. That’s not an action of a hero(ine). 

If you look at the last gif Tooth is smirking so cockily at Pitch. It shocks me that Tooth can actually see that look of hurt and pain on Pitch’s face in the 3rd gif and can still be smiling. Its almost as if she’s taking pleasure at seeing his pain. Think of it, after knocking Pitch’s tooth she taunts him ever further. 

If this wasn’t a film aimed at young kids, can you imagine the blood all over Pitch’s mouth, his hands, and the ice? If Pitch had done this to Jack or Tooth, the whole fandom would be furious and hating on Pitch. And yet, when Tooth does it, I see so much of the fandom saying how this is so funny and how its their fav scene and so on. 

And what message does this impart to the children who are watching? That they supposed to take revenge instead of forgive? That its alright to go hit someone you don’t like? And take delight at their pain after that?

Isn’t this the point where the Guardians have to show that they are the better person than Pitch? That they are of higher morals? Instead, they show that inside them, they still possess the same capacity to take revenge, the same capacity to hurt, and the same capacity to take pleasure from it.

Really, Dreamworks. This scene was totally unnecessary. Just because of trying to get the audience to laugh, they’ve diminished the message of the film and left me with a little less respect for Tooth.

I really love the Guardians and Tooth, but just not in this scene. Sorry.

[nightlightmoonbeam]

Moonlit Conversation

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[nightlightmoonbeam]

Now, Nightlight looked at him with genuine confusion. Why was he so happy all of a sudden? Did him being a traveler make Pitch giddy or something? It was something Nightlight had always been accustomed to, and for a while he was the only Guardian who didn’t stay at home until Jack came along. 

Then, the boy let out a sharp laugh. “You make it sound as if she were a baby.” He knew Katherine wasn’t exactly the strongest of persons, but then again she wasn’t anything close to being weak. Her fighting spirit was always just another thing that attracted him to her. “And besides, have all these years you’ve forgotten about Ombric?” That was definitely someone who shouldn’t be messed with. 

[guardianoffear-blog]

His mood dampened at mention of the wizard, but that couldn't be helped. He and Ombric had... history. Not that it was anything new; once one got to the age when decades passed like mere fractions of days...

And history had always been a rather terribly broken record.

"No, not a baby," Pitch corrected unperturbed, "and I suspect, not quite a child any longer, either. Only... still human." The word escaped on a breath that gave the word a certain strange inflection of both distaste and respect. 

Katherine had always held a certain place in Pitch's twisted black heart. He had always admired her tenacity and strength of spirit... inasmuch as he longed to see it corrupted. 

[wispguidesyou]

Where there's light, there's dark

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[wispguidesyou]

His lamp slowly moved over to where the dark looking man stood, and Will’s stomach instantly curled. His eyes twitched as he stared at him. Pitch Black. Of all the cursed, terrible guardians he could have met, it had to be him. Wisp hated Pitch. The essence of fear, the darkness? All things that put all the odds against Wisp. Wisp was light, and Pitch was darkness. It was simple as that.

But Will managed to keep his composure, standing the lamp post straight up. He shoved his free hand into his pocket, and slowly spoke towards Pitch. 

“Nah, stranger. I was about to ask the same thing to you.”

[guardianoffear-blog]

There it was - the telltale scent of fear, palpable now in the air and all too sweet to Pitch's senses. A smile lit upon the Nightmare King's face; the teeth he bared were all too bright for the lack of light they were supposed to be reflecting.

"Hardly," he replied, bemused. "I rarely ever lose my way in the dark. Unlike some."

He eyed the staff with a measure of interest. Pitch had no intention of pushing his luck tonight - he was still recovering, however slowly, from the ordeal with the Guardians and Jack Frost - and light had a nasty habit of wearing him down faster than anything else. The lamp that swung off its end held more light than fire. More magic than corporeal flame.

"Interesting." He tilted his head a fraction, the better to look at the other spirit - and his light - out of the corner of one curved eye. "Tell me - is there anything else to that staff of yours? Or is that all it does; glow prettily and attract moths?"

[guardianoffear-blog]

(ooc: finally back on holiday! ;m;

Apologies to everyone I dropped. Will start replying to everything in drafts now; please send me a link to thread if you'd like me to reply. I will totally understand if you don't want to continue. A week-old thread is a lot more than stale. oTL

As an aside... I realize this blog hasn't been active in a really inexcusably long time, and I'm not sure if I want to keep it around if I'll be this bad at upkeep? Banking on making it an ask blog with drawn replies... but we'll see...)

[guardianoffear-blog]

(ooc: finals week is next week... I'll be busy with tests until around thursday evening and then friday thru sunday/monday will be spent packing, flying home and recovering from flying home.

Will pop by when I have the chance, but I can't guarantee anything. 

Like or send me a message if I owe you a reply and I'll get back to you once break starts!)

[ask-the-wind-spirit]

The Libraerian

guardianoffear started following you

The last of the sun’s rays had finally set, and Aer started to sort and file all the secrets she had recorded that day. The light from the few candles she had lit barley made a dent in the darkness that slowly crept into her home each night, but she did not need to worry about the shadows; she had no fear of the dark or the things that came with it.

She was breezing through one of the longer hallways on her way to file the last of the European notes when she sensed something unusual about this darkness. She slowed, scoping out each and every dark corner until she finally came to a rest, lightly stepping foot back onto the floors.

“If you have come here to gain more information about the children you scare, I’m afraid I cannot let you get away with it Pitch.” The Nightmare King would have no other need to pay Aer a visit in her opinion. They might not have been enemies, but she would never keep company with the likes of him.

[guardianoffear-blog]

Pitch hesitated, the tips of his fingers lingering over the spines of a certain row of tightly-bound volumes - their labels and covers were well-worn, but that was because of their relative age.

Ancient.

He turned to the secretkeeper with what would have been a faint smile. But on his face, it was little more than a leer. "Oh, is that what's in these books? I never would have guessed," he said, raising his (lack of) brows. "I thought I might borrow a fairy tale or two to lend to Sanderson. More ideas for the job, or something like that."

[baby-frostbite-deactivated20140]

guardianoffear started following you

“So many Boogermans…”

“BOO!”

[guardianoffear-blog]

"...Excuse you."

[eggrpg-deactivated20170902]

maybe i want what you have

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