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In the desolate depths of a perilous place
the bogeyman lurks, with a snarl on his face.
Never dare, never dare to approach his dark lair
for he's waiting . . . just waiting . . . to get you.
I'm a Nightmare
fallen-intoshadows: "Did you get it?"

reginxmemoriae:

fallen-intoshadows:

reginxmemoriae:

Tooth nodded, gulping slightly. She produced the red-tipped staff from behind her back. 

"It wasn’t all that hard," she said with a light shrug. She didn’t need to mention how terrified she had been that she would be caught and subjected to whatever tortures the Guardians had on their side. 

"Yes, we do." That couldn’t be disappointment, could it? No. Ridiculous. "The next one will be…Nicholas St North. His relic is a sword. His home is a bit more difficult to break into but I know we can do it. Together."

His words brought a smile to Tooth’s face and she gave Pitch a quick, but lingering, hug. “Together,” she breathed before letting go. “Then we shouldn’t wait. North has… he has yetis, doesn’t he? To help guard it?”

"Yes. They’re not easy to get past. I’ve tried on many occasion on my own. But I think, with you by my side, we can do it."

fallen-intoshadows: "Did you get it?"

reginxmemoriae:

fallen-intoshadows:

reginxmemoriae:

Tooth nodded, gulping slightly. She produced the red-tipped staff from behind her back. 

"It wasn’t all that hard," she said with a light shrug. She didn’t need to mention how terrified she had been that she would be caught and subjected to whatever tortures the Guardians had on their side. 

Pitch snorted. “Many would disagree with you, but thank you for saying so.” He glanced over. “If you want to keep sleeping, you can.”

"I feel rested enough," Tooth sighed, stretching her wings out. "And besides, we still have work to do, don’t we?"

"Yes, we do." That couldn’t be disappointment, could it? No. Ridiculous. "The next one will be…Nicholas St North. His relic is a sword. His home is a bit more difficult to break into but I know we can do it. Together."

cinaed:

omnbvc:

i am demisexual meaning i am only attracted to those born of gods or who are themselves a deity. move out of the way assholes, i’m gonna fuck zeus

fallen-intoshadows: "Did you get it?"

reginxmemoriae:

fallen-intoshadows:

reginxmemoriae:

Tooth nodded, gulping slightly. She produced the red-tipped staff from behind her back. 

"It wasn’t all that hard," she said with a light shrug. She didn’t need to mention how terrified she had been that she would be caught and subjected to whatever tortures the Guardians had on their side. 

"Ah. A bit. I don’t make much of a habit of it." He smiled. "Sorry for waking you."

"I’m rather glad you did," Tooth admitted, sitting up. "I wasn’t sleeping very peacefully. And by the way, you should make a habit of it." She smiled a little. "You have a lovely voice."

Pitch snorted. “Many would disagree with you, but thank you for saying so.” He glanced over. “If you want to keep sleeping, you can.”

{This RP is going to GIVE me a cavity, I stg}

fionajudelangdon2573:

Once you have me as a steady RP partner, I am pretty loyal to you. 

Anonymous: The Witch raised a curious brow but complied. "1501. Why do you ask?" She was starting to have her suspicions but wished to gather more information before analyzing.

Pitch’s breath drew short and he reached out to steady himself on the wall. “If…if Sophie is missing in this time and you are here, then perhaps…” He swallowed. “Perhaps she is where you are from. We need to get to her. Now.”

sandsofchaos: {Just a *little* bit. ;) } ♥

{OH YEAH JUST A SMIDGE. XD }

fallen-intoshadows: "Did you get it?"

reginxmemoriae:

fallen-intoshadows:

reginxmemoriae:

Tooth nodded, gulping slightly. She produced the red-tipped staff from behind her back. 

"It wasn’t all that hard," she said with a light shrug. She didn’t need to mention how terrified she had been that she would be caught and subjected to whatever tortures the Guardians had on their side. 

Pitch steadied her, soothing her gently as he stroked the feathers on her head. This wasn’t like him, but there was a part of him that had perhaps begun to buy his own story. Began to believe that he and Toothiana perhaps were old friends that stood against the Guardians. That he was the one who fought for good instead of the darker side.

It wasn’t an altogether repulsive thought.

Trying to quiet the tooth fairy, he began to sing, a song he’d long since forgotten the origin of, but one which rang in his head on the few occasions he laid down to rest.

The music helped. His touch was gentle and kind,  and eventually Toothiana knew what to believe. Pitch was solid, he was real and kind. He knew what was best. 

Her eyes blinked open as she registered that it was his voice she heard. 

"I didn’t know you could sing," she murmured. 

"Ah. A bit. I don’t make much of a habit of it." He smiled. "Sorry for waking you."

fallen-intoshadows: "I’m not buying it, you don’t walk into a door and get a bruise like that!"

on-geese-and-good-books:

fallen-intoshadows:

on-geese-and-good-books:

fallen-intoshadows:

on-geese-and-good-books:

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"Yes? And what of it? I’m not a porcelain doll, Pitch, or did you forget?"

Her brows knit as she closed her eyes and drew a long and heavy breath. How she wished it were true. In battles, everyone had to do their part. She was no innocent; her hands and clothes and mouth were red enough. It was sad to know that he would understand perfectly well.

"Hm. What a pair we are. What a pair," she muttered, shaking her head.

"I’m sorry to disappoint you, Pitch. You believe in me so well." She shrugged and met his eye with a sardonic grin. "A soldier must do her part in battle, mustn’t she? I could not leave my friends to die horribly in the dust, and bystanders must be defended."

"That is not the same!” Pitch hissed, seeming to disappear into the shadows completely. “War is another world, Katherine. Another reality. We check our humanity at the door, so when we return it will not be stained. You are no killer, to take life without cause or reasoning. I do believe in you, because you are one worthy of being believed in.”

He was behind her then, hands on her shoulders, forcing her to remain facing that same way and not to turn to him. “What is in you now, what has always been in you, is only human. It is only…good.”

She tensed, her whole person becoming like stone at the touch on her shoulders. He was so cold, like the one planet to which her ship had once arrived too late. It was obliteration made carnate, desolate; a corpse-like emptiness settled in the stomach until one felt as starved as though half-dead. What was worse: it was there before he touched her. Not all in the Mother Goose was good. Certainly not. It was not even all human.

"That is a lie," she hissed, "to say of anyone. No one is good. No present person of flesh and blood may claim that, not even Little Lunanoff, shining up on his moon.”

Harder than she meant to, she wrenched herself out of his grasp and turned to face him, both hands tight on her sword.

"Do not ever fool yourself concerning me, Nightmare King, else I shall have to show you what reddish work I have learned to do these past centuries."

Pitch barked out a laugh, his eyes hard and sharp as daggers. Katherine’s view of the world was still young, still naive. Regardless of what she claimed to have witnessed or claimed to be, in his eyes she was a child yet.

"You will not do anything," he growled. Such surety in his view, such confidence. Even for pride, Katherine could not kill needlessly. Not even him. "I am warning you. You do not want to start a fight with me. You cannot win."

Three flaming blades were through his heart before he could finish the sentence. Katherine herself burned with her signature fire as she bent in close, singing his hair with her heat.

"I just did," she deadpanned, and forced her daggers out his back. Embracing him as he fell, she eased him down and gently placed his head on her knees.

"Sh, sh," she comforted him like a mother, stroking his hair and placing one hand over his gaping wound. "Pardon, but the darklings in you were showing themselves too boldly for comfort. Now, go home to your lady. She’s waited a very, very long time for you."

Pitch choked, not expecting her to actually attack, let alone to get in such a blow. Her arms were the only things holding him up, but still they pushed deeper, in attempt to end his life.

He didn’t have the strength left to push her away, or to fight. The life was draining out of him even as Katherine spoke, words which to his ears sounded like no more than gibberish.

But this was not the end. No, the fearlings would never let him die so easily. He had been through this before. He had lived thousands of lives and been reborn from their ashes every time. Fear could not be killed. Or allowed to rest.

Still, now perhaps he could dream. Dream that the sweet peace of death awaited him on the other side as his eyes slid shut.

All he had left, after all, were dreams.

Anonymous: "I come from Britain, of the Briarwood kingdom where I rule as Witch Queen." She said, looking at him.

"Britain…" Pitch frowned. No one called it that anymore. And that dialect… "What year?"

Anonymous: ((On a scale of 1 to 10, how worried would Pitch be if he found out that she and the Witch Queen switched places during a time when the Witch Hunts were very much alive?))

{VERY VERY EXTREMELY PANICKY WORRIED

OVER 9000}

fallen-intoshadows: "Did you get it?"

reginxmemoriae:

fallen-intoshadows:

reginxmemoriae:

Tooth nodded, gulping slightly. She produced the red-tipped staff from behind her back. 

"It wasn’t all that hard," she said with a light shrug. She didn’t need to mention how terrified she had been that she would be caught and subjected to whatever tortures the Guardians had on their side. 

Pitch swallowed, pulling her a bit closer. He had planned to give her nightmares, but now he just couldn’t stomach the thought.

Her mind was in enough turmoil as it was. Hazy memories of friendship floated through the fog Pitch had created. Everything seemed to be contracting itself. Toothiana began to toss at some point, her eyes flicking behind their lids as she tried to separate truth from lies. 

Pitch steadied her, soothing her gently as he stroked the feathers on her head. This wasn’t like him, but there was a part of him that had perhaps begun to buy his own story. Began to believe that he and Toothiana perhaps were old friends that stood against the Guardians. That he was the one who fought for good instead of the darker side.

It wasn’t an altogether repulsive thought.

Trying to quiet the tooth fairy, he began to sing, a song he’d long since forgotten the origin of, but one which rang in his head on the few occasions he laid down to rest.

fallen-intoshadows: "Did you get it?"

reginxmemoriae:

fallen-intoshadows:

reginxmemoriae:

fallen-intoshadows:

reginxmemoriae:

Tooth nodded, gulping slightly. She produced the red-tipped staff from behind her back. 

"It wasn’t all that hard," she said with a light shrug. She didn’t need to mention how terrified she had been that she would be caught and subjected to whatever tortures the Guardians had on their side. 

"Of course," he purred, smiling over at her. "What are friends for?" He gripped her hand gently. "I’d do anything for you."

She leaned her head against his chest and closed her eyes. “I’d do anything for you too,” Tooth said quietly. “I promise..”

Pitch frowned, a strange feeling in his chest when she laid on him like that. “Yes…I know.” He hesitantly laid a hand on her back.

Tooth yawned tiredly. “I’m afraid… I’m going to drift off on you. Apologies in ad- advance.” Her words trailed off to soft, slow breathing of slumber, still leaned against the Boogeyman.

Pitch swallowed, pulling her a bit closer. He had planned to give her nightmares, but now he just couldn’t stomach the thought.

doctordachshund:

pemsylvania:

What if you opened up an Easter egg and there was a little bomb inside

wouldn’t that be eggciting

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