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( 3 days, apx. 20 hours, straight from my head. Funny it was the Boogeyman that inspired me to really animate again after almost 3 years <3 )

Supposed to be this scene from my fic: (Full fic here: [link] )

Pitch’s realm had changed from claustrophobic to grandiose, it was still dark and eldritch, but it no longer seemed like the home of a confined man.

Sandy could catch flashes of Pitch as his distorted shadow danced over the walls, here, there, above, in the trees; an echo of laughter came down the hall, scary to most but to Sandy he knew that it was laughter of pleasure.

Pitch suddenly appeared in a twirling flourish, dancing past his globe with a sound of delight. How good that felt! He had not even noticed how he’d unconsciously changed his outfit. His robe was now scalloped with gold-gilded black lace at its trailing edges, a modest bit of ruffle formed at the collar with small gold beads at the tips of pin feathers.

“What do you think, old man? Not bad at all,” He beamed. That was one thing Pitch was that Koz was not: not quite as humble.

Description
Corresponding Tumblr post: [link]
4 High Quality stills: [link]

( 3 days, apx. 20 hours, straight from my head. Funny it was the Boogeyman that inspired me to really animate again after almost 3 years <3 )

Supposed to be this scene from my fic: (Full fic here: [link] )

Pitch’s realm had changed from claustrophobic to grandiose, it was still dark and eldritch, but it no longer seemed like the home of a confined man.

Sandy could catch flashes of Pitch as his distorted shadow danced over the walls, here, there, above, in the trees; an echo of laughter came down the hall, scary to most but to Sandy he knew that it was laughter of pleasure.

Pitch suddenly appeared in a twirling flourish, dancing past his globe with a sound of delight. How good that felt! He had not even noticed how he’d unconsciously changed his outfit. His robe was now scalloped with gold-gilded black lace at its trailing edges, a modest bit of ruffle formed at the collar with small gold beads at the tips of pin feathers.

“What do you think, old man? Not bad at all,” He beamed. That was one thing Pitch was that Koz was not: not quite as humble.