Twenty two years have passed since the defeat of Pitch, and Jack lives alone, touch-starved, with only the company of a solitary Nightmare. One evening the Man in the Moon sets him on a path that will lead him to unexpected relationships, draw the attention of the Guardians to a new coalition of villains, and challenge Jack’s every notion of what it is to be good, evil, and what it is to live in the shadows.
so my friend told me to read this fic by @not-poignant and i was bored so i did and it turned out to be hella amazing so here’s a badly made trailer for it that’ll i’ll just leave here
Tarantism - The urge to overcome melancholy by dancing.
Pitch Black/Jack Frost
(I got two requests for this! Same word, same pairing! Guess two of you really want to see Jack and Pitch dance.)
(SALverse, basically fluff)
It was one of those days.
The words didn’t quite capture the heaviness of it. He didn’t have these days so often anymore. They tended to come on the backs of dreams about his old world, his old life – how many old lives did he have now? The one as the Nightmare King. The one as Pitch. The one as Kozmotis. The one as Kozmotis pre-Seraphina. The one as Kozmotis post-Seraphina.
This time, he’d dreamt about the celebrations after the successful initiation ceremony into becoming a golden warrior. It had been a rocky affair, he’d gone deeper into the darkness than the others and his supervisor had known it and carefully said nothing after seeing the look in Pitch’s eyes. So Pitch had tried to embrace the vivacity of his colleagues and peers, drinking as vigorously as they, and yet in the depths of him a darkness whispered quietly.
some WIP pics of that comic. remember that comic? yeeaaaahhh…
still have a bit to do; fix Tooth’s eyes in second panel she was derpin a little , change Pitch’s skin tone possibly, redraw Pitch in last three panels , finish backgrounds , tone down that red stained glass in the 5th panel. darken all the dialog to the same color, touch up speach bubbles, finish Tooth’s feather shading & wings on all but the last panel, I’ll probably think of more later.
Sufficient to say, I have super respect for people who do this for a living.
Pitch and Tooth; They’re so gonna end up being BFF’s
ok so this is probably the starting point of quite a lot more augus scribbles that i’ll continue uploading as I clean out my sketchbook - so imma call it a ‘series’ and hope it’ll help me keep motivated. i think we all know that augus belongs to @not-poignant and i can’t stop thinking about how much i love him - that being said i only read FTDWR & ISWF and not the other parts of the SALverse (nor the Fae Tales - yes shame on me i know) and my augus is always based on that–
“Hey, Pitch,” Jack said as he flew into the bedroom at Kostroma.
Pitch, sitting in the armchair, nodded his head, not bothering to look up from the book he was currently reading. His brow was furrowed in concentration as he turned the page.
“What are you reading?” Jack floated up behind Pitch and peered over his shoulder.
“A book on aliens. I am actually quite dissatisfied with it, to be honest.”
“Oh? Why’s that?”
Pitch flipped a few pages back and pointed to a line. “It says here that the most common belief is that an alien is a little green man who abducts humans in order to perform experiments of some kind on them. As you can plainly see, I am neither little nor green.”
“It also says that they’re evil. You’re not evil, either.” Jack pointed out. “You’re ex-evil.”
Pitch shrugged. “I suppose that is true.”
Jack tilted his head. “I think you should write a book about what aliens really look like. Or better yet, I can write a book.”
“You? Write a book?” Pitch raised an eyebrow, amused. “You have a hard enough time paying attention while I’m explaining the lunar alphabet.”
“I could call it My Life with an Alien,” Jack continued, ignoring Pitch’s comment. “No! My Thing with an Alien. What do you think, Pitch?”
“I think,” Pitch said slowly, eyes glittering with mirth, “that your vocabulary is as eloquent as always.”
“Ha. Very funny. Just you wait until I’m a best seller. We’ll see if you’re still laughing then,” Jack muttered as he settled onto the armrest and leaned his head against Pitch’s shoulder.
Rolling his eyes, Pitch gave a closed mouth chuckle as he returned to his book. “Until then.”
Just a stupid little thing that I wrote. My sis and I had been talking about this a while ago, and I decided to make a short story out of it to help cheer Pia up.