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jo-the-intellectual · 11 days

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Sonadow fanfic authors who forget how integral Amy was (and still is) to Shadows development and that she was the first one to properly reach him, and then write Shadow like he has no idea who she is beyond “Sonic’s friend” or “the girl who likes Sonic”

#Have these people ever heard of SA2???#He recovered his original memories because of HER #be cause SHE reminded him of Maria #If you’re gonna write from the canon #then at least know the source material #AUs are fine though #do whatever you want #sonadow #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #amy rose #fanfic #writing #fanfic writing #ao3 fanfic

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viivdle · 1 month

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I stand before Cardan, and he looks mortifying in his beauty. He carelessly slumps down on the sofa in his chambers, blissfully unaware of my anxiety. Or, worse, blissfully aware.

“I ought to be mad at you,” he says, and I almost flinch at the sound.

“As I said, I didn’t kill my husband, Your Majesty,” my voice shakes, and I hold onto the hope he will think I am holding back tears.

“Yes, that would be correct. Your husband is sitting in front of you, well and alive. Is he not?”

viivdle productive era??

my ~1900w jurdan fanfic heaven and hell were words to me is out now!!

i tried something different with this one, hopefully it was a good something different

this fic is for @annamatix who i have the pleasure to call my friend. i hope this is just the right amount of "romancy"

happy ramadan<33

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snail-noodle · 1 month

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thinking about how my oc and shadow milk cookie (before his fall) would first end up meeting.

this ended up turning out as a small fic??? Oh! And shadow milk cookie will be called light milk cookie in this :)

Also here's how I see Shadow Milk Cookie's design! Follow this artist, I'm begging ya'll 🙏💖

Clam Cookie fell sick to a mysterious illness in her early adult years. Her parents called for the best doctors/healers near them, but no one could figure out a cure. Both being desperate, not wanting their only beloved daughter to die, eventually sought the help of one of the five great cookies, the virtue of knowledge, Light Milk Cookie.

Light Milk Cookie agreed to find a cure, feeling compassion for her parents and for her. Sadly, with how far away his kingdom was from her home, he had to take her with him. So, with hushed goodbyes and tears in their eyes, the two parents watched as the carriage carried their daughter to a faraway kingdom.

And so, the great hero worked day and night to find a cure for the young lady. Thanks to her parents, he found out about the herbs and medicines the other doctors had tried on using. With this information, he would mix or replace specific ingredients for each medicine he would make. One particular medicine he made ended up showing some effect, but it still wasn't enough to cure her fully.

Then he had an idea. An absolute ambitious idea.

Perhaps, with some of his soul jam's essence and a mixture of the medicine, perhaps that could be the cure to her illness? Wasting no time, he hurried on making the new version. Once finished and given to her, he waited to see any changes.

As days went by, signs of the medicine healing her gained his attention. The new version was fully curing her! Relief and fatigue filled his entire body. He had gone a few nights and days without sleeping. At last, all his hard work had come to fruition.

Opening her eyes for the first time, Clam Cookie weakly sat up from bed. Groaning at the uncomfortable feeling of her dry throat, she looked around and noticed a glass of water on the desk next to her. Quickly taking it and gulping the refreshing liquid down, she took in her surroundings.

The colors of purple, blue, and white filled the room she was in. Shelves filled to the brim with books, tapestries dedicated to five certain cookies hung on the walls, and the desk near her had a few scrolls laying upon it.

She jumped at the sound of the door opening. She felt her heart race and her face turning warm as the most beautiful cookie she's ever seen in her life walked into the room. His entire look screamed of a sophisticated scholar. However, she knew he was far more than that as she took in more of his features. What took her attention the most was his hair. It flowed constantly, like that of an endless stream.

Next were his eyes. The dark bags underneath them from the lack of sleep were noticeable to her, but even so, they shined like that of two beautiful sapphires being held up in the sunlight.

Light Milk Cookie stood frozen in place. The look of surprise was written all over his face. This was the first time he had seen her eyes, and by the witches, they were absolutely mesmerizing!

Her eyes were the darkest blue, like that of the deep blue ocean. Her long, unkempt hair, which hung loosely behind her back in waves, only made her even more beautiful.

Both were at a loss of words. Neither one of them was able to speak as they studied each other. Clearing her throat, she finally spoke, "W-who are you? Where am I?" Snapping out of his trance, Light Milk Cookie gave her a gentle smile before closing the door.

"Please, have no fear, Clam Cookie. I only came in to check on you." He proceeded to walk closer to her, but stopped once he noticed her flinch. He raised up both his hands, signaling to her that he meant no harm.

"I only want to check if you still have a fever," he spoke softly at her. His tone easily taking away any tension she may have had of him.

"You've been sick for many weeks. This is the first time I've seen you fully awake." Now standing next to her, he gently placed a cool hand on her forehead. He paid no mind to her gasp, only taking note of her fever no longer there.

Humming in approval, he took his hand off and stepped back. With a wave of his hand, he summoned a scroll and a feathered quill pen, jotting down notes of her improved condition.

Clam Cookie looked at the display of magic in awe, her eyes shining as she watched the handsome scholar write.

"I will have to inform your parents about this, but you'll have to stay with me for just a few more days. I need to make sure the symptoms don't return." Looking back at her, he covered his mouth, chuckling at her reaction.

"I'm going to assume you've never seen magic before, yes?"

Clam Cookie shook her head, confirming his question. "I-I've only heard tales and stories of cookies being able to wield magic. I knew they were true, but to actually see it happen in front of me…" Light Milk Cookie couldn't help but blush as her eyes sparkled up at him with absolute admiration.

".. It's absolutely breathtaking."

One would assume her words were aimed directly at his display of magic, but with the way she gazed at him with those eyes, he knew those words were meant for him.

Clearing his throat, he set the scroll and quill down on the desk before turning his attention back to her. He gave her a bow, surprising her from the action.

"Forgive me, Clam Cookie. I haven't fully introduced myself. My name is Light Milk Cookie." he raised his head, gracing her with a charming smile that made her heart skip a beat.

"Though, you may also know me as one of the Five Great Heroes. The Virtue of Knowledge himself."

#OKIE DOKIE #i'll make a part two so this wouldn't be too long :']#these two have been circling my mind for about a month now #they're so in love even after shadow milk cookie's corruption #the other beasts assumed shadow milk cookie mind controlled her after they reunite #the guy absolutely refuses to and finds the idea absolutely disgusting #if he were to do that to her then everything about her would be stripped away #she would be a completely different person and he doesn't want #THEIR LOVE IS SO ANGSTY HELP MEEEE #cookie run kingdom #cookie run #shadow milk cookie #clam cookie #oc x canon #fanfiction #cr kingdom #crk fanfic #my writing

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chaoscallsdummies · 1 year

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progress is progress for everyone, myself included c’: some practice pieces I’ve been working on with Shadow and Amy

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goforthequill · 5 months

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"Hand over that sickle, kitty cat."

Another illustration for my now complete fanfic The Golden Hourglass' ninth chapter. Only two more to go!

#puss in boots #cinder quill fanfics #puss in boots fanfic #puss in boots: the last wish #the golden hourglass #puss in boots fanart #cinder quill fanart #puss x death #death in boots #deathpuss #jan serpent #digital art #Come and get it if you dare!#Jan Serpent deserves more love #Too bad I only drew her shadow #Sorry Jan

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jackass-noir · 7 months

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I Thank You: A Brief Account of Sonic’s No Good Terrible Very Bad Day (and Shadow’s even worse day)

@son1c’s sonic prime au has been jingling around my brain like a loose marble (especially the splinters of shadow), and this ask from @boom-fanfic-a-latta inspired me to actually sit down and write it :D

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The first thing Shadow noticed was the noise.

It was hard not to notice it, honestly. The eerie silence of the Void was disconcerting, but this was something Shadow had never encountered before. This was an oppressive wall of sheer sound that filled the air and slammed into his ears the minute he entered the Boscage.

It knocked the wind out of him, and he sunk to his knees as he tried to regain his composure.

Dimly, he heard Sonic buzzing around him, jabbering about something. Shadow could only grit his teeth in response.

It’s so loud….How does Sonic not hear this?

He clapped a hand over his mouth in a desperate attempt to ground himself, to experience anything other than the oppressive sound. It didn’t work.

“Shadow? You alright?”

Shadow let out a shaky breath, and it took great effort for him to stop his ears from twitching. The last thing he needed was Sonic worrying about him.

“I’m fine. It’s just adjusting to a new Shatterverse.” Shadow forced himself to his feet. “Tell me about this world?”

Sonic didn’t look convinced, but didn’t press the issue. “The Bocage is entirely take over by huge plants. The forest floor is entirely inhospitable to life, and that means that—“

Plants. It couldn’t be.

Could it?

He felt a tear escape and leak down the side of his face. He was vaguely aware that Sonic, who had been staring at him with concern, had tracked that tear’s path with his eyes. But Shadow had bigger things to worry about. He, and probably he alone, could hear the Boscage.

And it was screaming.

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It had been a few days. Some of the worst days of Shadow’s existence. Boscage Maze was a blur. The residents of the Boscage were a blur. The only thing that was clear was, paradoxically, the murmur of the forest. As it turns out, when billions of plants whisper in someone’s mind, it results in a cacophony, and the worst headache Shadow has ever had.

He was beginning to have trouble remembering why he was there, his goal in coming here, and even who he was. He just shuffled behind Sonic as they navigated the jungle.

Today, they were visiting….somewhere. Egg…something? Shadow couldn’t remember, but Tails was leading the way. Or, this Shatterverse’s Tails. His head hurt too much to care.

He was also didn’t care when he met Windthrow. A tiny voice at the back of his mind reminded him that, but for the Deafening Sounds, he would have been astounded.

A larger, stronger, and more feral Sonic. Would wonders ever cease.

Shadow was roused from his thoughts as they arrived at their destination. It was an unassuming structure, with vine tendrils snaking around, but generally well kept. As they walked through the entryway, he absently noted that the design reminded him of the Ark.

They stepped into the entryway, and the doors swung shut, leaving their little group in the quiet hallway.

And it was quiet. It was utterly silent.

He felt his shoulders sag in relief. He didn’t realize how awful the noise was. It didn’t even bother him that there was a slight buzzing from the overhead lights.

“Shadow, everything alright?” Sonic’s voice boomed in his ears. It hurt, and made his ears twitch, but he welcomed it.

Shadow nodded slowly. He still felt a little dazed, but it was a relief to be able to think clearly for the first time in what felt like forever.

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Sonic was worried.

Well, he was worried about a lot of things. This was an extremely bad situation, and he was well aware that that was an understatement. But in particular, Sonic was worried about Shadow. He was acting more reclusive and irritable than usual. Which was saying something.

Whenever they were at the Egg Base, Shadow disappeared, even though Sonic looked everywhere in the building. And when they were outside, he acted distracted and upset. Every time Sonic asked him what was wrong, he would respond (in true Shadow fashion) with a snappish “Nothing”. But his constant ear twitching and eyes darting back and forth belied his distress. So did his muttering under his breath.

Sonic had decided not to continue pestering him. He instead focused all his attention and worry on finding the Shard.

The sooner we find it, the sooner I get Shadow out of here. The sooner I fix my stupid mistake.

Currently, they were in the Egg Base, and surprisingly, Shadow was hanging out with the group. Sonic was grateful to see that he looked relaxed, even if it was only a little bit. The weird dude who looked kind of like Eggman was showing off his latest creation, which was a metal version of Windthrow.

But as Metal Windthrow was powered on, Sonic was distracted by a faint gasp behind him. He turned and saw Shadow standing there completely rigid, chest heaving and eyes darting wildly. His ears wouldn’t stop twitching. He locked eyes with Sonic, before he fled the room.

Sonic got up to follow up, but stopped when he felt a large paw on his shoulder. Windthrow excitedly pointed at his metal counterpart, and threw back his head and howled. Metal Windthrow followed suit, and his rusty howl joined Windthrow’s. Sonic couldn’t help but smile fondly at what was soon to be a fast friendship. His smile fell as he turned and strode out of the room, determined to find Shadow.

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He didn’t see Shadow for days after that, until one day Sonic entered the dining room. Shadow was standing at one of the tables, poring over the map that they had crudely drawn.

“Shadow! There you are! Are you alright? You disappeared! I’ve been looking everywhere for this Shard but haven’t found anything yet. Hey, what do you think—”Sonic’s nervous rambling was cut off by Shadow’s voice, which was uncharacteristically quiet.

“Sonic. Everything is okay. I just needed some to adjust to the Boscage Maze.” At this, Sonic frowned and opened his mouth, and closed it again. He sat down at the table, watching Shadow’s green eyes rake over the map. He looked—well, calm. But at the same time, he didn’t look well adjusted at all. He still had a dazed look, and there were heavy bags under his eyes.

“Are you sure? You can rest today, and we can go look tomorrow!” Shadow gave a small, fond smile, and Sonic felt his concern tie itself into knots in his stomach.

“We are fine, and in fact quite like being outside among the trees. It’s like coming home.” He turned and strode towards the door. “Let us go now and find Thorn Rose. Finding the Shard is our top priority.” Sonic pushed his worries aside. Shadow was right. The Shard was the most important thing.

Over the next couple of days, Shadow took charge of searching the Shard. He would stay out long after Sonic returned to the Egg Base for the night, and would even be gone before he woke up in the morning. He knew that Shadow was the Ultimate Loner, but he couldn’t shake the nagging feeling in the back of his mind. There was something that he couldn’t quite put his finger on, something he was missing. And it had everything to do with the strange way Shadow was acting.

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Sonic burst into the clearing, almost crashing into Shadow in his excitement.

“Shadow, there you are! I have a good lead on the Shard! We can grab it and fit the prism back together! We’re one step closer to going home!” Shadow looked up sharply with a glint in his eyes that made Sonic uneasy. As quick as it had appeared, Shadow’s face had smoothed back into that same calm expression he had had for the past couple of days.

“That’s good to hear, Sonic. But we don’t need to rush things. The Boscage is truly wonderful. I’m glad to have been able to experience it. In fact, we are sorry for our past anger. You see, it wouldn’t have existed if you hadn’t shattered the Paradox Prism. So, how could I be angry? I thank you, Sonic the Hedgehog.”

I thank you.

Sonic’s blood ran cold.

Shadow…

He took a step towards who…or whatever was controlling Shadow. “Who are you! What have you done with Shadow!”

‘Shadow’ just smiled. “We are Shadow. It would be rude to ignore this gift you have sent us. You have granted us a way to communicate with you, and a way to protect the Boscage.”

Sonic’s shoulders slumped, his chin hitting his chest.

Shadow…what have I done to you?

#unceremoniously knocks the rust of my creative writing skills #it’s been like the worst week of my life so i am coping by putting shadow in a jar and shaking him around #i didn’t know how to write either windthrow or metal windthrow so i just. didn’t lol sorry #might make a part 2 with the specific stuff the plants say to shadow after they like. fully possess him #so if you want a part 2 lmk :)#and thank you lovelyn! your au is awesome :D #also tagging boom fanfic a latta bc it was her ask that inspired me to write this so thank you :)#side note i don’t rly know how to format fanfic on tumblr lol :P #sonic the hedgehog #sonic prime #shadow the hedgehog #jackassery #son1c #tenya

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kazscrows · 6 months

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Hi Tumblr so… I wrote a thing and I’m gonna share it with you all. I guess this could be considered a one shot?

I love imagining Kanej post CK once they’re married so that’s where the idea for this came from. I just kind of got thinking what would happen if Kaz got injured because the barrel is a dangerous place and then refused to be on bed rest when he needed it? How would Inej deal with that? And it spiraled from there. So anyways I hope y’all enjoy. I even gave it a title!!

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No rest for the wicked

After Kaz’s wounds had been stitched and bandaged he begrudgingly agreed to go to bed and stay there.

But only for the night, he’d thought to himself. He had “business” to take care of the next morning.

However in the morning everything still ached. A lot. But there was never any rest for the wicked or the miserable for that matter. With a groan he began to sit up so he could climb out of bed. That’s when he found a knife suddenly pointed at his throat, held by his lovely wife.

“Inej, Darling,” he starts, “don’t you think slitting my throat rather defeats the purpose of forcing me to stay in all day?” He looks at her completely calm, almost bored.

Inej pulls the knife away from him, but she doesn’t put it away “Oh,” she says “No, you misunderstand. I’m not going to use this knife on you.”

He pauses and raises one eyebrow, “You’re not?”

“No. This knife is for my hair.”

He freezes in his efforts to get up. His signature poker face is still in place, but he’s suddenly panicked inside, she can’t cut it! She’d never cut her hair, her long and beautiful black hair, that he loved letting his fingers slide through. It was even down this morning instead of coiled tightly into its usual braid. “You’re bluffing-”

A Shink of the knife is heard and then a small black lock of hair floats down to the bed. It’s from just behind her ear. Inej says nothing, but she’s staring him right in the eyes as if to say, Do you really want to test me?

“Inej. Come on. You can’t actually be seri—”

He cuts off as she grabs more of her hair, a lot more of her hair- and raises the knife once more. He actually starts to sweat. No! Not your hair! He’s not sure if that was a thought or if he said it out loud…

“Fine- Okay!” He scowls and sinks back down into the bed, grumbling, “Put the knife away. I’ll stay in bed.. I’ll stay home until I’m healed-”

She grins triumphantly then and slips the knife away, back into its sheath. She’s beautiful, he thinks, she’s always beautiful.

“Great!” She exclaims and presses a quick kiss to his cheek, it’s feather light and lightning quick and a part of him wishes it had lasted longer. “I’ll be right back. I’m going to go make us some waffles for breakfast.” She gets up and reaches to grab her fallen lock of hair off the bed so she can toss it out, but it’s gone. She just smiles and shakes her head before leaving the room. On her way out she calls back to him, “I’ll grab my hairbrush too, you can brush it later.” She knows him too well.

Kaz waits until he knows she’s downstairs before he slips the little lock of her hair from his pocket and twirls it around his finger. A small smile touches his lips. Well, he thinks while he waits for his wife to return, misery does love company and maybe the wicked do get some rest after all…

#it’s very short but it makes me grin like an idiot #Kaz just really loves her hair okay #kanej #domestic kanej #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #six of crows #crooked kingdom #post CK #soc #grishaverse #shadow and bone #fanfic #kazscrows #kazscrowswritesthings

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hitemwiththeoop · 3 months

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i've read many fanfics written before trok came out that dwelve on the topic of kyoshi's actress facet since we didn't know the reason she wore the face paint back then so i made it my personal hc that she eventually did become a sporadic actress because the flying opera company forced her to act on public performances at yokoya along with them and watch classical plays like the peach blossom fan and the like and she ended up actually liking it and taking it seriously but denied it because of hark's relation to theater

the actress part would've helped immensely as the avatar but what i'm mostly saying is she could've been a huge theater nerd alright

#it's canon fc yee told me himself #she's the type of person that would randomly use a line from a play in battle kirima would realize and make fun of her #come on now #let's say it's been recorded she's been credited for participating in a few plays #playwrights would give her an earful when she went off script and she would shut them up explaining why the lines didn't match the storylin #and they would change them #she'd do acts for charity most likely #i've hinted at this idea in some fanfics of mine #avatar the last airbender #avatar the rise of kyoshi #avatar the shadow of kyoshi #kyoshi #avatar kyoshi #atla

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inferno-silentdragon · 10 months

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Open the Door

Happy 2nd Anniversary OMORI!

Originally posted December 25, 2022

#and that's the end of the backlog cause at this point twitter is really dying #i thought about my first anniversary picture and thought this time around it should be a bit happier #so this time i wanted to make the alegory of sunny opening the door #it may seem like it's supposed to be the first time he opens the door to his friends #but it's actually the whitespace door at the very end #it's him leaving headspace for good (or at least as long until other fanfics have him visit anyway)#he transitions from being omori and the hauntings of his guilt as he steps out #hence the nightmarish blue colors of his house behind the door and casted shadow #stepping out to his friends who probably after some time has waited for him #also only headspace mari among the headspace gang has her eyes open #with a knowing smile letting him know it's ok and time for him to go #but ye not as many hidden things as the first but it's definitely more cheerful i think #omori #omori fanart #omori sunny #omori kel #omori hero #omori aubrey #omori basil #omori mari #omori headspace #my art

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mipwrites · 4 months

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*Slams door open* IT'S STILL WIP WEDNESDAY! I HAVEN'T MISSED IT!

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raininyourblackeyes · 1 year

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My cousin, a published writer, a well-known poet in my country and a literature professor, for whom I've always been no.1 support ever since her first attempts at writing in high school, told me that I must stop writing as a hobby because that's her thing and since I'm writing fantasy mostly my writing could never have any important artistic value anyways.

#what happened was that i was feeling really down these past few days #like mental health dead in mariana trench #and i went to visit her because she lives like 10 minutes away and has a cat i can play with #but yesterday morning a friend of mine made a fanart (i guess i can call it that) of a fanfic i am writing for the five of them #she sent it to me and said she's also working on an actual painting on a camvas of her fave scene from my original story #and i was so surprised and exicted #that's actually a too mild description #and when i was visitting my cousin i showed her the pic of the drawing on my phone and explained it to her and she just said ....ehh..#and started texting someone #i was sitting there feeling stupid and thinking wow you could have at least praised my friend's art sytle or something #and when i was getting ready to leave she asked me if i was aware my writing has no artistic merit and fantasy is trivial literature #so i should just stop wasting time on that and focus on developing my art style more for her future poetry collections #i do the art for her book covers #and added how we already have an established writer in the family so i should focus on my role - becoming a good pharmacist #and she knows how much i hate that i'm studying pharmacy like it's the no.1 cause of me hating the direction in which my life is going #finished it off by saying she feels like what she's doing in going to be really great and important on a large scale one day #and how she wants me to continue being her shadow that follows and supports her #i left went home and started at a wall for hours #i just feel so dumb for getting excited over a silly drawing of something not more than 5 people will ever read #i genuinely hate the idea of people reading anything i write so most likely writing will just remain a hobby for me #and now i feel like the most stupid person on earth and am this close to deleting all my word documents from both my laptops

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southerndragontamer · 6 months

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Egotober Day 30: Witch

Celine had been called a witch many times. She’d found her abilities early when her and Damien had been young. And she honestly liked the dark gothic aesthetic and style. She’d also been called an ice queen but witch was much more common. It was mostly in childish insults or whispers around her, there were very few that dared to shout it in her face for fear of what she’d do to them. But one of those few it turned out was her husband.

It had been another argument, for what reason she couldn’t remember clearly now as she stalked through the manor with anger bubbled in her veins. But the last part of it rang in her head like the echo of a gunshot. ‘Don’t you try to play innocent with me you conniving witch!’ Her hands shook as she threw her suitcase open. She felt the burn in her veins, the sparks of energy at her fingertips. She wanted to show him what the word really meant. What someone could do with powers like hers. But Celine still loved the proud man she’d fallen for, she didn’t want to hurt him that way at least. But she needed to leave, at least long enough to cool them both off….

Dark blinked once as the memory faded to the back of his mind from where it had been brought out. As he looked at the so called ‘hero’ in front of him. Still in that stupid red suit with that arrogant smirk on his face at what had left his lips. ‘Celine was nothing but a conniving witch!’ Dark’s face twisted in a mocking sneer as he loosened his stance and moved forward in a predatory prowl. The righteous anger of a protective brother filled his words as a hand clenched into a fist.

“A witch was she? Little more than someone who performed parlor tricks or was someone to blame when things went wrong? Well..”

Dark had a vicious pleasure summer in his veins that was shared three fold as he felt the bastard’s nose crack under his fist. As he watched him fall to the ground. He smirked as he felt the brother step back. As his body shifted and changed to match the pulse of fury that only a scorned and betrayed woman was capable of making.

She looked more elegant, the suit fell against her curves with a sensual sort of ferocity. Dark rolled her shoulders and cracked her neck as she set her heel on his throat. Magic, so much stronger, darker than it had been before leapt into her hands with barely a thought. She smirked at the furious, shocked and…..yes afraid look on Actor’s face. He hadn’t expected to deal with her and the strength of venom in her voice, if it had been possible, would have killed him from necrosis ten times over.

“Maybe I should show you how much of a witch I really am.”

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purpledusty · 3 months

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Posting this cause i dont bother my friends with this but i'm seconds away to make my own take on Bi-Han and Kuai Liang supposed sister and make this woman be the shadow that follows Noob, because I can do anything with headcanon and fanfic powers

#just rambling #i got this idea and wanna put in my fanfic but i didn't established the sister in the story #like i could go by the easy way by making the shadow clone be anyone Bi-Han wants and #it take his sister form and act like her but it is just his subconscious speaking #🐲

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sage-thetravler · 3 months

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I wrote two pages of the fic today :) I’ll have first chapter out soon I promise

#shadow and bone #My fanfic #erin turnwood #Decided on her name

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losttimpactt · 1 year

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