stabbity-stab-stab:

Pitch Black

stabbity-stab-stab:

Pitch Black

freyaloi:

still getting used to my cintiq. 
Pitch always pops into my head when i need some stress relief so i end up doodling him….

freyaloi:

still getting used to my cintiq. 

Pitch always pops into my head when i need some stress relief so i end up doodling him….

What Is My Center // Pitch & Jack

winter-guardian:

cant-kill-fear:

"It’s still from your ice, isn’t it? You brought that onto the earth. Every action has a reaction, Jack…." Dark fingers curled about the boy’s shoulders just ever so slightly. Pitch was smiling down at him with a soft, half-lidded gaze. “And I’m willing to bet that these children will get a cold sooner or later. They’re not quite properly dressed for this weather that you just intensified."

Jack’s eyes grew round when he felt the man’s longer fingers clutching his shoulders. Scowling, the frosted teen wretched his shoulder away. He threw a stubborn glare towards the nightmare king before snapping his fingers. Within an instant the snow stopped falling. “Whatever. If you weren’t here, they would even be afraid of catching a cold. They’d continue to play without a care in the world.”

He laughed and brought his rudely rejected hands to curl by his dark chest. “I’m not doing a thing, Frost! I can choose when to instill fear in others. Right now, I’m not…” His laughter fell and a gentle smile took its place, his head titled ever so slightly. 

believeintheguardians:

Random Rise of the Guardians Screenshots: Pitch Black {8/?}

believeintheguardians:

Random Rise of the Guardians Screenshots: Pitch Black {8/?}

What Is My Center // Pitch & Jack

winter-guardian:

cant-kill-fear:

The dark man stood like a tall black shadow, still and silent. His arms were folded delicately over his chest as he watched the boy. Golden eyes and thin black lips gave away no reaction or expression until the ice trail created a problem. Then, and only then, did a smirk curl his lips. 

A man had walked out of a store and was shoving what was perhaps change into his pocket. He had not taken care to watch his step and crossed the slippery path the Guardian had created. With several curses, the man slid on the ice and crashed on his arm. He cried in pain and stood clumsily while clutching it. Alas, it was not broken, but there was certainly damage. Whenever he moved it, he would hiss in pain and gracefully spit out a curse word. 

Pitch was very satisfied by this and traveled through the shadows to appear behind Jack. Leaning over the boy’s shoulder, he spoke by his ear in that velvety voice he reserved just for manipulation. “I would like to direct your attention to where you came from…..”

At first, Jack was enjoying the mirth in the little girl’s laughter. It was easy to make kids have fun. Children loved the snow!

A voice near his ear caused the boy to start. His hand rose to his ear quickly and rubbed away the tickling sensation there. “What? What are you talking about-” Jack looked towards where they were once standing. It was then that he saw a man wincing in pain. He was holding his arm close as he tried to navigate past the ice he had created. 

"I didn’t…that wasn’t. That’s not my fault…he-…wasn’t looking where he was going."

"It’s still from your ice, isn’t it? You brought that onto the earth. Every action has a reaction, Jack…." Dark fingers curled about the boy’s shoulders just ever so slightly. Pitch was smiling down at him with a soft, half-lidded gaze. "And I’m willing to bet that these children will get a cold sooner or later. They’re not quite properly dressed for this weather that you just intensified."