#blizzardflight

[cinnabarts]

champion’s ballad (part 20)

[cinnabarts]

redid the refs for these two! blizzard now has leaves perpetually stuck in her fur and ive put more thought into rumble’s polydactyly 

[gayghostietoastie]

Like best comic panels I’ve ever drawn lmao

[thekingofnightmares]

ooc

[I owe way too many of you and I'm not sure whether I'll be able to get to you all before tomorrow evening/night. I apologise dearly for my slowness! I'll try to get replies out to all of you tomorrow night!

I've got a long list of who's drafted:

agirlandawand

she-who-still-believes

loveismycenter

whirlwindsblog

justsimplespeed

davedonegrowedup

playfulphoenix

emilesangels

blizzardflight

lahari-the-mermaid

diesandman

Well, I hope you all don't mind the wait and if I'm missing anyone; please let me know, because I don't like losing threads! :c

Thank you all for following and for roleplaying with me. It's truly fabulous and I appreciate every single one of you. I love you all.

Now, goodnight, don't let the bed bugs bite and if you find Pitch under your bed, well, tell him I'll smack him if he even dares to hurt you, because you are all brilliant! Stay awesome.

~ Pitch-mun! ]

[thekingofnightmares]

Welcome to my world || Jack Frost + Pitch Black

Pitch had known that there was going to be a birth of a new immortal, like himself, like the Guardians. He was unsure how he had known, but he didn't linger on that all too long and thus he remained in the shadows when the time came, the time that the ice broke. It was just a crack at first and he caught himself so intrigued, looking at the cracks slowly traversing over the surface of the frozen water, that had captures the boy for such a long time. Pitch had trouble keeping himself back from the scene, though knew it was for the best, if he wanted this to work. The right time would come.

As the boy raised out of the ice, inhaling his first breath, Pitch watched in full intrigue, his eyes slightly widened. He remained in the shadows, between the trees, seeing the boy drifting up from the surface, up and up. And then there was the stick he took. Pitch took a step forward, watching what he could do and saw how ice was being created. Ah, a winter spirit. That made a lot of sense, for he had been captured under the ice, that had been his death. And now this was his rebirth...

Pitch only met with him once again when he found the boy stumbling into the nearest village, speaking words to the ones around him, words that remained unheard. Pitch knew exactly how it was to feel ignored, to feel so alone. And thus, when the boy's face took on a painful expression, he raised his voice. "You're new," Pitch stated, having gone unseen by the newly born immortal, but now revealing himself.