ftdwr

anonymous asked:

Just wanted u to know that I just finished re-reading FTDWR after having read it like 3 years ago and I'm actually crying again I knew what was gonna happen and I am stiLL IN EMOTIONAL DISTRESS HOW DARE YOU AND YOUR AMAZING WRITING ILY ♡

I’ve actually just started rereading From the Darkness We Rise myself! (Only to realise that AO3 introduced a lot of italics formatting errors after my last series of edits, goddamnit) And lsakjfsa *hands you all the tissues* Come over and I’ll get you some chocolate and my cats will comfort you by being giant pains in the ass! :D

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

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Little Talks of Shadows and Light

Music: “Little Talks” by Of Monsters and Men
Video: Rise of the Guardians

Inspired by not_poignant’s Shadows and Light series.

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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


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There were consequences that came with every centre - Jack understood that now - he didn’t know if he was ready to accept the particular consequences associated with having a centre of fun. 

not-poignant’s Shadows and Light series has inspired me for a very long time and Jack’s journey has resonated with me, helped me overcome my own mountains, my own challenges and taught me a lot about recovery and how the people around you contribute to that recovery at different points in the journey. 

Being able to cosplay FTDWR Jack as homage to the fic that helped me in my lowest points means a lot to me and I would encourage you to go read Pia’s fan works and original fiction.

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and then I put on the Gwyn closet cosplay I had… and I found this… woven wool cape/cloak thing that’s pretty “terrible fashion choices in earthy tones of brown” that’s super warm and would be perfect for walking up a mountain with a stupid frost spirit.

It’s hard to see the spectacular knee high brown boots that lace up the back.

I need a hair curler.

“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.

My second attempt at Pitch. I still can’t figure out what style to draw him in; he’s very tricksy, precious. (also, he kinda seems to have the Sweeney Todd hair going on, but I assure you it’s just glare from the graphite + light). Tiny drawing—golf ball size—which is why it looks grainy.

Anyway, I like to imagine his face is so serene because he knows Jack will save him in the end…no pressure, frost spirit.

Am I the only one who has found it hard to watch ROTG after reading FtDWR and ISWF? Whenever Jack is on the screen, I keep thinking about how alone he really is, how people don’t see him, and how other spirits just used him. It makes me so sad, to think of all the insecurities and hurts that he’s hiding. Then at the end of the movie, as Pitch is being dragged underground, I find myself telling both Pitch and Jack that it’s going to be okay, that in 22 years they will fall in love with each other and basically go through hell but hey, they still have each other in the end.