#nippingatnoses

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nippingatnoses replied to your post “Jack's ass tho”

oh

*finger pistols*

[littlebadger]

✳ for a holiday text

[text] are you ready for snow?

[text] are you?

 [text] too bad, it’s coming anyways!

[text] no! #stop the snow 2k14

[text] wait a minute. who is this?

[text] …how’d u get this number?

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✩ youngestwarnersib ✩ nippingatnoses ✩ dehairya

      ❝ I don't know what you're talking about.  My dog eating           garbage and wailing is entirely normal and expected:           perhaps you are the one with a canine companion           who exhibits aberrations to normal doggie behavior. ❞

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⁂ [ i regret nothing ]

nippingatnoses

Send me a ⁂ and my drunk muse shall flirt with yours.

"I've always wondered just how cold your body is... on the inside."

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風—          “look, I’d love to deal with you right now,            but I’m in the middle of some serious stuff here dude.”

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nippingatnoses replied to your post: nippingatnoses replied to your post “O...

[ hurray ! ]

...I am going to assume that that isn't directed towards the fact of bitching being my specialty.

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nippingatnoses replied to your post “OOC- Offline”

[ goodnight! and goodluck with that powerpoint thingy u v u]

Thank you @_@ With any luck I'll have time to finish it all. People were very helpful in finding programs I can use, so I'm just going to be grateful and try not to bitch about the actual assignment too much. Even though bitching seems to be my specialty.

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@nippingatnoses// October 31st (Closed)

nippingatnoses

Almost three years had passed. Almost three years of silence, of trying to escape the Hell the Guardians had confined him to. Pitch couldn't reason with the nightmares. Nobody could. It simply wasn't possible. He had created them that way. Fortunately there were ways to assuage their desire to feed on their old master's fear.

Eventually, the pain of the torment dulled, and with it so did the nightmares. Pitch began to find ways to shirk them, to hide in the depths of his lair, to distract them with his fearlings. The shadow men had lost their power along with their architect's, but they were suitable enough to keep the nightmares busy for a while.

Once Pitch had some time alone, he had time to think. To plan. Every year around this time, he experienced a surge of power. Halloween; always bound to make people believe a little more in dark and supernatural forces. It gave him an opening to get outside and breathe easy for a while. Unfortunately, last year the nightmares had taken less than kindly to this. It hadn't ended well. But this year, he left with confidence. They hadn't been as vicious lately. Perhaps he was finally starting to win them back. He slipped out of the cavern and made his way towards town. It was only the 3rd, but one could already sense the change of feeling in the air.

He stayed hidden and weary, keeping to the shadows of alleyways as he walked through Burgess. The last thing he needed was a Guardian finding him out and about while he was still in his weakened state.