I swear this is all for reference. I am being productive.Can we appreciate the fact that Pitch knows how to use multiple weapons?
And then sometimes it’s just whooshy sand swirls.
I’m sorry, but the face he’s making in the last one combined with the “whooshy sand swirls” description is freakin’ killing me XD
r u seduce
I love this. Do you see how his pupils get smaller as his eyes get wider? Details.
Rise of The Guardians Release Challenge [ Day 6] Pitch
Pitch (c) “Rise of the Guardians”
> з < full size plz
So this is what happens when you just watch the Pitch character video and end up with a whole 15 minutes in homeroom all to yourself and a pencil..
Could’ve been worse, I guess… I had to rush a little bit on Pitch cuz the bell rung earlier than expected..
ONE DAY GUYS!!! Tomorrow, all hell will break loose and every feels will be crushed..
SO PSYCHED FOR THIS MOVIE.
1 hr doodle.
need some studies to draw them properly blergh.
Those horses <3
A thrill of pleasure surged through the Guardian’s body, and he pressed back against him, very much trying to push into that hand of his. It was a start to be touched like so, but he greeted it eagerly, and Sanderson turned his head to nip slightly at pitch’s neck, growling playfully. It made his heart beat double time when Kozmotis had told him of liking him so much more than any halloween spirit- it made him slightly smug. “Oh, and what position would you have had for me? I quite like this idea of yours….” Finally turning to Pitch full on, the Sandman gazed at his counterpart, surprised at the very neutral look on his face, and he smiled- if only to make Pitch return it.
Pitch couldn’t help but smile as he looked down at the Guardian. He held quite a lot of respect for the other man, even if it was mingled with a toxic mixture of loathing and adoration. “Any that you wanted.” He stated leaning his head down slightly to press their foreheads together.
it was a very sweet gesture to be so close to Pitch, so without warning, the professor pushed Koz’ onto the couch behind him and promptly went to sit atop his lap; the position was easy, and it allowed him a certain amount of control- he was always so cautious. God forbid Pitch ever wanting to try something with cuffs or ropes. “And what is it that you like, Pitchiner? You’ve always been so fond of my kindness…” A tiny kiss was rewarded to his cheek, and while he peppered little displays of affection, Sanderson began to de-robe his lover, pulling them apart slowly.
Pitch was a bit startled at the sudden change but didn’t squirm much. He relaxed after a moment and let the Sandman do as he wished, although he did run his fingers up and down the others arm in a relatively affectionate manner. “I have always liked your kindness, even if I never really was on the receiving end of it.” He chuckled. “I like all of your qualities Sanderson. I love everything about you, and I’m not sure why.” He stated, his eyes a bit hazy as though he were pondering why exactly he felt anything towards the other man.
The process of de-robing his counter part made Sanderson slightly nervous, but with every pull of the clothe here and there, he soon began to show more of Pitch’s flesh. It was not the same tone of the mans neck and face, but a softer more pale greying tone, and it was utterly beautiful- only Kozmotis Pitchiner could have made that colour beautiful, and it took Sandy’s breath away. When his chest was fully exposed and ripe for kisses, he did just that- and leaned down to spread kisses at his collarbone. The position they were in was quite an intimate one, and he softly moved his hips down onto Pitch’s hips, unable to help himself but nip at his collarbone, marking his skin.
Pitch let out a soft sigh as Sandy rubbed their hips together and peppered kisses across his exposed skin. He gently gripped the others shoulder with one hand while the other gently ruffled the others hair. He sensations of kisses being pressed against his skin was warm and soft, sensations he wasn’t really used to receiving from the other man.
Arousel invaded the mans thin body at an instant of being touched back, even the slight touch through his hair, and a shiver visibly passed through him. Dipping his tongue across Pitch’s shoulder, he made a bold move, and softly suckled at the skin there, hopefully leaving a mark for him to have later. Teeth parted slightly at the abused flesh, and he softly bit against him there, the Sand Mans hands tangling in Koz’s hair.
Pitch hissed at the nip against his skin, his hips grinding up against the other mans in response. He let out a soft moan tilting his head back slightly. Pleasure with a little pain was something that always made him weak at the knees. He spread his legs a little more to lift his knees up on either side of Sanderson’s hips.