so like ur such a master when it comes to the build up in writing! as a person who tends to write the most exciting bits first(then struggles with writing the lulls & buildup inbetween) I had to take a pause to appreciate the moment when Anton tells jack that Pitch danced. Like that line was such a stark contrast to the pitch introduced to us, and thats what made it have such a successful & emotional impact, to even tend to the idea that this cranky bastard Pitch danced with the man he loved
and that he used to be sooo different than he is now, was painful. So
like, im probably totally overthinking this one line but it was amazing
and ur an excellent artist of words!
You’re definitely not overthinking things with Pitch, imho. His grief and his loss has been like…laid throughout this fic, and I think it will be more visible for some upon a reread. Even from the very very first chapter, where Pitch is disgusted with Jack for breaking ranks to try and help everyone (it jarringly reminded Pitch of Fyodor).
This Pitch is kind of a hollowed out version of who he used to be. And he comports himself so well, and with so much authority, that it’s easy for a lot of people (including Jack) to miss that. But people like Anton and Eva know, as does Seraphina (and definitely the Tsar). The Guardians also remember who Pitch *used* to be, and have all but given up on him. Except for North. North is always ready to welcome Pitch back.
I mean this is partly a kind of Beauty and the Beast story (with Pitch as the Beast, lol). Pitch needs to make a choice between living a life bleached of hope, and one that dares to allow hope in it again, even if that hurts. And that’s why we have Jack. :)
(Also, I can relate to writing the most exciting things first though, I used to do this all the time, and one of my biggest critiques from editors used to be ‘you reveal too much too soon’ lol. I can still do it! Partly because I almost want to get that stuff out of the way so I can focus on the emotional recovery, vs. holding the huge bits until the end, and the story becomes more about the mystery.)
(What I’d say to that though is you can definitely make stories work by putting the exciting bits first, because a) it opens up the road to more exciting bits in the future and b) the lulls and build-ups can be exciting too in a way, if you focus on character and stuff, I mean everyone writes differently for sure, but have faith in how you’re writing. <3 Like, your writing will evolve the more you do it, and I bet you’re revealing more after the exciting bits without even realising a lot of the time :D ).
(( also to Unclekoopus I have to say your response was beautiful and you have an amazing literary style that I love <3 )) The great bunny continued its snoring, flicking its ears softly every now and again as it snored. Suddenly it sucked in a great breath around Koopus, causing his kimono to flutter as though a great fan were sucking him in. Before he could be sucked in however, a bush was uprooted and flew into the bunny’s gaping maw. Suddenly Bunny sat up coughing violently, the air shaking the trees with gale-force winds and possibly even knocking Koopus off his feet were he unlucky enough to be directly before the air blasts. Finally Bunny hacked up the bush, the now pathetic looking shrub covered in the bunny’s thick saliva as he sat up, crossing his legs before him with his big paws right before Koopus, cutting him out of Bunny’s direct line of sight. “ohhh my bloody ‘ead mate….” Bunny groaned as he leaned his head down, rubbing it softly.
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Aster sat in his den shivering violently, odd due to the fact that it was a warm march day. Bunny’s fur was matted down from sweat and his eyes appeared to have large bags around them and be bloodshot.
Bunny has a son by the name of Woape, who is occasionally called Kaipo as a nickname, and prefers it because he thinks Woape compares him to his father too much, (and he feels like Woape is too boyish :3) Woape means Hope, and from what I can find is of native american origins, Kaipo means sweet heart and is hawaiin :3
After Cupid finished up her rounds. She flew up too meet with her sister at her home "Here" Psyche said handing her a metallic bracelet "What is it?" Cupid asked "Give it tot hat bunny guy you just macked all over" Psyche said with a disgusted look "It will allow him to walk on the clouds, Now if you excuse me, me and jack are gonna bust into the workshop" psyche said smirking and flying off "Wait- you and jack??" She asked confused. Psyche hated jack. She shrugged it off and flew too the warren
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Bunny lay in the warren up against a tree, sleeping with an egg in his hand. Apparently he sleep-painted, as he had a small pile of eggs as he finished one another would waddle into his hand!
In which Bunnymund had somehow grown to some ridiculous proportion, perhaps 20 feet, perhaps Godzilla-sized, dunno, haven’t decided, but thought it could be a silly RP idea to try out, seeing as bunny would have to watch his stop or even not move to avoid stepping on or injuring anyone or anything ^^ Out of curiosity would anyone be interested in trying something like that?
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