How could I forget to share a playlist of my top RotG OTP? D8
THIS IS OUTRAGEOUS.
I SHALL DO SO…
But there are 71 songs on that playlist (my friends and I pick a lot of songs for them ahaha) so I’ll pick out the top 25.
Artwork by: thismightyneed
- Black Coffee by: Peggy Lee
- Crazy by: Pasty Line
- Counting Stars by: OneRepublic
- Everywhere by: Michelle Branch
- Going Under by: Evanescence
- Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy by: Queen
- Just A Dream by: Nelly
- Let’s Misbehave by: Irving Aaronson & His Commanders
- Midnight City by: M83
- My Beloved Monster by: Eels
- One More Night by: Maroon 5
- Paralyzer by: Fingers Eleven
- Prelude 12/21 with Miss Murder by: AFI
- Save Tonight by: Eagle-Eye Cherry
- Shadows of the Night by: Pat Benatar
- She’s Killing Me by: A Rocket To The Moon
- Smother Me by: The Used
- The Sound of Silence by: Simon & Garfunkel
- Strawberry Fields Forever by: The Beatles
- Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This) by: Eurythmics
- Tainted Love by: Soft Cell
- That Man by: Caro Emerald
- True Love by: P!nk ft. Lily Allen
- Trust Me by: Marc Senter
- Whispers in The Dark by: Skillet
"In Which a Prisoner Prepares to Take Desperate Measures to Earn His Release"
Pitch, you’re not even pretending, Sandy signs crossly.
“I’m acting perfectly realistically,” Pitch protests, sprawling across gold sheets. “You’re just not a very good kidnapper. Oh no, I’ve been taken from my terrible hole in the ground for a bright, beautiful room with a big warm bed where a gorgeous star attends to all my needs. How awful.”
Sandy folds his arms and frowns. Not all your needs.
A slow and deadly smile grows on Pitch’s face. “I’m sure as a dastardly kidnapper you’ll soon be taking advantage of how quickly my Stockholm Syndrome has set in.”
Shouldn’t you be worried about neglecting your duties?
“You’re not even trying to stop me from working from here—oh all right.” He sits up on the bed, scooting back towards the headboard. “Sandy,” he says, his voice low and frightened, “You have to let me go. Think of the balance. I know I seem cruel to you Guardians, but the world needs me. Please, let me go before it’s too late.”
I think not, Sandy signs with an imperious look.
Pitch nearly growls and starts to lean forward before settling back against the headboard. “Please, Sandy,” he says, and then, as if it’s a terrifying idea that’s never occurred to him, “I’ll do anything.”
Keep that look on your face and I’ll do anything twice, Pitch thinks.
heyyyy new phone background YAY!
also QUICKSAND/BLACKSAND WEEK IS MARCH 24 - 30 DON’T FORGET
This gonna be long…. Sorry!
The Sandman is a silent, gentle and kind entity. Guarding dreams and helping them grow and find their way into each child’s sleep; enveloping them into a whole ‘nother world in the far corners of their mind.
When he himself slumbers however, there is no one to traffic his own dreams, and many times his mind wanders off too far and he ends up in the outer-ring of the universe, in the monstrous company of the Horrorterrors.
They whisper curses, wars and death into his mind, corrupting him from the inside, blanketing his pure and golden little heart with a veil of grimoire terror and otherworldly murderous desires.
Give me a gruesome tale about a very violent encounter and how the Sandman tries to rebalance himself once he’s back to reality.
+100 Bonus points if he tries to fight the Horrorterrors.
+1000 Bonus points if someone notices his twitchy and rather uncharacteristic behavior once he wakes up and demands answers.
+5000 Bonus points if it’s Pitch that confronts him.
+9000 Bonus points if Pitch develops a crush/admiration for the Sandman, learning of his ventures to the outer-ring, demanding tales of his meetings.
+1.000.000 if the line “We have such sights to show you..!” Is used, by the Sandman. Make it extra creepy too, yes?
No gore, and the Things are very vague. But it’s got unrepentant Pitch who is still totally into Sandy, the dork.
((kinda not related to the original prompt at all but idc))
So this was more or less how Chapter 9 of A Draught of Light went…
(spoken) Kozzy - why couldn’t you just stayed calm for once, instead of flying off the handle!
(sung) I hope you’re happy!
I hope you’re happy now
I hope you’re happy how you
Hurt your cause forever
I hope you think you’re clever!
I hope you’re happy
I hope you’re happy, too
I hope you’re proud how you
Would grovel in submission
To feed your own ambition
So though I can’t imagine how
I hope you’re happy right now
(spoken) Kozzy, listen to me. Just say you’re sorry:
(sung) You can still be with the Adepts
What you’ve worked and waited for
You can have all you ever wanted:
(spoken) I know:
(sung) But I don’t want it -
No - I can’t want it
Something has changed within me
Something is not the same
I’m through with playing by the rules
Of someone else’s game
Too late for second-guessing
Too late to go back to sleep
It’s time to trust my instincts
Close my eyes and leap!
It’s time to try
I think I’ll try
And you can’t burn me out!
Can’t I make you understand?
You’re having delusions of grandeur:
I’m through accepting limits
‘cause someone else says they’re so
Some things I cannot change
But till I try, I’ll never know!
Too long I’ve been afraid of
Losing light I guess I’ve lost
Well, if that’s light
It comes at much too high a cost!
I’d sooner buy
Tell me goodbye
I’m defying lambency
And you can’t burn me out:
(spoken) Sandy, come with me. Think of what we could
Together we’re unlimited
Together we’ll be the greatest team
There’s ever been
Dreams, the way we planned ‘em
If we work in tandem:
There’s no fight we cannot win
Just you and I
With you and I
They’ll never burn us out!
(spoken) Well? Are you coming?
I hope you’re happy
Now that you’re choosing this
(spoken) You too
(sung) I hope it brings you bliss
I really hope you get it
And you don’t live to regret it
I hope you’re happy in the end
I hope you’re happy, my friend:
So if you care to find me
Look to the new-moon sky!
As someone told me lately:
“Ev’ryone deserves the chance to shine!”
And if I’m singing solo
At least I’m singing free
To those who wield the Mercy
Take a message back from me
Tell them how I am
I’m singing loud
And soon I’ll match them in renown
And nobody in all of Lu
No Adept that there is or was
Is ever gonna burn me out!
I hope you’re happy!
CITIZENS OF THE CITY OF THE MOON
Look at him, he’s shadowed!
Burn me out!
CITIZENS OF THE CITY OF THE MOON
No one mourns the wicked
So we’ve got to burn him
CITIZENS OF THE CITY OF THE MOON
((is this even blacksand?))
Okay this is possibly THE most self-indulgent thing I’ve ever willed into existence.
Sandy was totally supposed to be naked too but then the cloak showed up and like
I think there’s something in me that equates sandy wearing the cloak to like, taking something from your conquered foe and wearing it as a trophy. Flaunting it. You already know about my power kink so really no one is surprised. Also you know I couldn’t come back from Thor 2 and not draw the muzzle.
also wow posture collars suddenly really high on the sexy-ometer
Got all nostalgic today and dug in the old folder of “stupid super quick doodles done during production”.
Good times, good times.
(Happy 1 year anniversary, Guardians!)
he took the opportunity
> V >
get the D pitch
I come bearing Black Sand that I hope you enjoy because I’ve never written Black Sand before :D
Sandy, contrary to what the others may have thought, did not keep Pitch on as strict as a leash as was probably called for. He was the man’s partner, not his warden, and a functioning relationship required trust on both participants’ parts.
There were times, however, when he sincerely questioned his convictions on that.
Like now, for instance. North was throwing his usual Christmas party to celebrate another fruitful year of gift-giving and well-behaved children. Since their circle of acquaintances seemed to grow every year, certain duties had been delegated to each of them to ensure that there was enough of everything and the yetis got a chance to rest and celebrate themselves after working so hard for another year. Sandy and Pitch had been charged with providing one half of the sweets for the party, and they’d agreed that the easiest way to go about it would be to narrow things down to a definite list of what to make.
It was Pitch’s tastes in cookies that had Sandy frowning in disturb.
Pitch stood next to him, scowling at the raised eyebrow Sandy had given him when he read through the recipe laid out. “There is nothing wrong with my suggestion,” he hissed, crossing his arms. “If that overly jolly Cossack has his way, there will be more than enough cavity-inducing trite to go around in that room. He can spare a place for those of us who’d rather have something with actual substance in it.”
Sandy pursed his lips, then sighed as he nodded. It wasn’t worth causing a fight in the long run, and Pitch grinned in smug victory.
He’d just have to warn everyone before they had a chance to unknowingly eat the sweets. Because really, who’d ever heard of zucchini and jalapeno cookies?
AAAAAAA BRITTNEY THIS IS FANTASTIC THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!
I’m trying to figure out now what kind of cookies you could actually make with jalapeno and zucchini, and I’ve come to the conclusion that they’d have to be chocolate. Because zucchini can be added to chocolate cake to keep it moist and soft, and spicy peppers with chocolate can be really delicious, and now I’m tempted to try to invent a recipe for it…
This was for an anon who had requested Pitch and Sandy looking at baby clothes!
And I didn’t fudge it too much this time!
I borrowed Lithe's starbaby and decided Pitch and Sandy were arguing about whether or not it's logical to knit clothes with 8 legs when your child has shown no previous signs of also being able to turn into a giant shadow monster.
Pitch has hope tho, bless him.
Those knitting needles are a rough shoutout to Homestuck, I loosely based them on Rose’s Thorns of Oglogoth needles. And now I’m all caught up on requests!
For my 4000th post, have something silly and fluffy:
Okay, so imagine this.
General Kozmotis Pitchiner is sent to Sandy’s planet on a diplomatic mission, and it’s the first meeting between their species on Sandy’s people’s home turf. So Koz has been rigorously drilled on their customs.
And the polite, formal greeting there is a kiss on the forehead.
Unfortunately this is a little awkward because Koz’s species is like twice as tall as Sandy’s species. But it’s okay, Koz has been briefed on what to do.
So when he meets the ambassador, Sandy, he immediately kneels to receive and return the forehead kiss. He notices the ambassador looks a little surprised, but other than that, everything goes well. There’s a lot of drinking and feasting and Sandy’s people are all very friendly (so much so, in fact, that Koz has to sternly remind some of his people not to be quite so friendly in return, at least not until they know more. Koz himself does not drink that night, as he wants to understand as much of his conversation with the ambassador as possible, and the language is difficult enough to him already. And also because he doesn’t want to do anything really undignified amidst this rather bewildering number of small, plump, pretty golden people who are beginning to greet each other far less formally as the night wears on).
But then the next day he learns that kneeling and waiting for a forehead kiss is a very archaic form of marriage proposal (think “the kind of thing Prince Charming would do”), and the returning of the kiss seals the marriage. And it’s already becoming a running joke in all sorts of media all over the planet.
Well, when you’re on an important diplomatic mission you can’t hide in a cave for six months, so all he can do is try to apologize with his limited grasp of the language. Sandy accepts the apology with a twinkle in his eye that Koz definitely doesn’t pick up.
And the media keeps up the whole wink-wink-nudge-nudge treatment of their diplomatic interactions (the tabloid equivalents, anyway); Koz remains continually embarrassed; Sandy plays it up for all he’s worth (and denies that he’s doing so).
Of course, when they do end up in bed together, Koz is convinced that the diplomatic mission has failed and that he’s going to be sent home in disgrace.
Sandy, on the other hand, just snuggles closer, hoping it won’t take him too long to explain to Koz that this was both definitely successful first contact and that all the japes about the consummation of their marriage were because it was completely expected.