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I swear this is all for reference.  I am being productive.Can we appreciate the fact that Pitch knows how to use multiple weapons?

Scythe

Arrows

Spears

And then sometimes it’s just whooshy sand swirls.

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I love this. Do you see how his pupils get smaller as his eyes get wider? Details.

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Rise of The Guardians Release Challenge [ Day 6] Pitch

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Pitch (c) “Rise of the Guardians” 

> з < full size plz

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So this is what happens when you just watch the Pitch character video and end up with a whole 15 minutes in homeroom all to yourself and a pencil..

Could’ve been worse, I guess… I had to rush a little bit on Pitch cuz the bell rung earlier than expected..

ONE DAY GUYS!!! Tomorrow, all hell will break loose and every feels will be crushed..

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SO PSYCHED FOR THIS MOVIE.

1 hr doodle. need some studies to draw them properly blergh.

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Those horses <3

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Rise of the Guardians Pitch and Jack by ~blackfreakSniper

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Pitch hissed at the nip against his skin, his hips grinding up against the other mans in response. He let out a soft moan tilting his head back slightly. Pleasure with a little pain was something that always made him weak at the knees. He spread his legs a little more to lift his knees up on either side of Sanderson's hips. 

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A thrill of pleasure surged through the Guardian’s body, and he pressed back against him, very much trying to push into that hand of his. It was a start to be touched like so, but he greeted it eagerly, and Sanderson turned his head to nip slightly at pitch’s neck, growling playfully. It made his heart beat double time when Kozmotis had told him of liking him so much more than any halloween spirit- it made him slightly smug. “Oh, and what position would you have had for me? I quite like this idea of yours….” Finally turning to Pitch full on, the Sandman gazed at his counterpart, surprised at the very neutral look on his face, and he smiled- if only to make Pitch return it.

Pitch couldn’t help but smile as he looked down at the Guardian. He held quite a lot of respect for the other man, even if it was mingled with a toxic mixture of loathing and adoration. “Any that you wanted.” He stated leaning his head down slightly to press their foreheads together. 

it was a very sweet gesture to be so close to Pitch, so without warning, the professor pushed Koz’ onto the couch behind him and promptly went to sit atop his lap; the position was easy, and it allowed him a certain amount of control- he was always so cautious. God forbid Pitch ever wanting to try something with cuffs or ropes. “And what is it that you like, Pitchiner? You’ve always been so fond of my kindness…” A tiny kiss was rewarded to his cheek, and while he peppered little displays of affection, Sanderson began to de-robe his lover, pulling them apart slowly.

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Pitch braced his hands on the bed so as not to squish the other man. He blinked down at the other. He was conflicted as he rolled off of the other and sat on the bed beside him. He glanced around the dark room before looking back down at the other man.

"Thank you." 

A gilded cage [Closed Rp @guardianofbelief]

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A coy smile crossed Pitch's lips as he rested his chin on the back of his hand. "Surprised?" He inquired as he gazed steadily at the boy. "You're an interesting being Frost. I've always  been interested in you, since the beginning for one reason or another." He stated. 

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Pitch hissed at him and glared, but that was all that he could do. Even if he'd wanted to there wasn't much he could do to escape. The shackles on his wrist prevented him from using any of his abilities. 

An uncertain Future [[@nicholas-st-north]]

Pitch craned his neck a bit. He could see the window from where he sat but he could not see out. He leaned back as an owl fluttered in and landed gracefully on North’s arm. Pitch knew that it was one of Ombric’s owls. He should, he’d turned the thing into a toy not to long ago. 

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Hi guys sorry I haven't been around, I've been struggling with some personal stuff and my laptop died and it sucks. I'll be getting a new laptop for my birthday so yay. 

Anyway, I'm at my cousins for a few hours so I'll be online. 

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Pitch didn't struggle once they were through the gate, merely continued on behind the other, fingers held tightly. He didn't know the outside world and didn't intend on losing the thief who was stealing him away. But even outside and away from captivity Pitch didn't feel at ease. 

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Pitch froze, locking his legs and preventing himself from being tugged any farther. He gaped up at the figure and attempted to tug his hand free from the younger males. “Let go of me! Let go of me!!” he snarled as he tugged in attempt to flee. 

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Pitch had been studying the other since they'd arrived. It was obvious in his body language that he longed to explore. Jack was an adventurous sprite, a fact that intrigued Pitch greatly. 

"A lot of things. The past, events that helped shape who I am. Decisions I wish I hadn't made." He stated with a slight shrug. "You." He added as an after thought. 

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Pitch let out a soft sigh as Sandy rubbed their hips together and peppered kisses across his exposed skin. He gently gripped the others shoulder with one hand while the other gently ruffled the others hair. He sensations of kisses being pressed against his skin was warm and soft, sensations he wasn't really used to receiving from the other man.

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A thrill of pleasure surged through the Guardian’s body, and he pressed back against him, very much trying to push into that hand of his. It was a start to be touched like so, but he greeted it eagerly, and Sanderson turned his head to nip slightly at pitch’s neck, growling playfully. It made his heart beat double time when Kozmotis had told him of liking him so much more than any halloween spirit- it made him slightly smug. “Oh, and what position would you have had for me? I quite like this idea of yours….” Finally turning to Pitch full on, the Sandman gazed at his counterpart, surprised at the very neutral look on his face, and he smiled- if only to make Pitch return it.

Pitch couldn’t help but smile as he looked down at the Guardian. He held quite a lot of respect for the other man, even if it was mingled with a toxic mixture of loathing and adoration. “Any that you wanted.” He stated leaning his head down slightly to press their foreheads together. 

it was a very sweet gesture to be so close to Pitch, so without warning, the professor pushed Koz’ onto the couch behind him and promptly went to sit atop his lap; the position was easy, and it allowed him a certain amount of control- he was always so cautious. God forbid Pitch ever wanting to try something with cuffs or ropes. “And what is it that you like, Pitchiner? You’ve always been so fond of my kindness…” A tiny kiss was rewarded to his cheek, and while he peppered little displays of affection, Sanderson began to de-robe his lover, pulling them apart slowly.