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--==Shadow the Goddess==-- "Sonic…" "Shadow…?" "I…" The goddess, Shadow, walked alone through The-World-of-the-Night, she a unique creature, the only mortal to have assented to rank of goddess in ten thousands years, and unlike those born into such existence, Shadow felt lonely in her roll as Goddess-of-the-Night. She wished she had been granted another role but knew that had never been possible, her personality from her mortal life had been as such that only the role of a Dark-Goddess would have suited her and Goddess-of-the-Night was better then Goddess-of-Death at least. But that was then… …and this was now. S

Dave Strider: That's when somebody blocks you off with a katana. Your natural reaction is to back from it, and you almost step backwards off the rail. Before you can fall, a hand pushes against your lower back. Once you have your footing back and the katana is gone, you turn to see who did it. It certainly surprises you to see your fellow classmate, Dave Strider. He flips his light blonde hair out of his eyes in a very 'cool kid' way. You can't see his eyes through his shades, but you know he's looking at you. His freckles contrast against his pale skin, and his lips are placed in their usual expressionless look. "D-Dave?" "One and only.

Gilbert Beilschmidt had always been a close friend of yours and the two of you hang out whenever you had gotten the chance. However, when it came to being 'friends' at school it was unlikely that he'd pay much attention to you. The reason being that he and his friends Antonio Fernandez Carriedo and Francis Bonnefoy made up the group the Bad Touch Trio; a group of bullies of sorts. You didn't mind being ignored by him all that much during school as long afterwards, Gilbert belonged to you. As usual, you were waiting for him outside of the school gates; you always liked waiting for him to part from Antonia and Francis. Hearing his usual 'keses

Rain Today was a rainy day, clouds were certainly there, but the rain itself could barely be noticed just yet The streets were alive, people walking in both directions, all of them living their own lives Among them was Jennifer Hill herself, who was just returning from a coffee shop, drink in hand and a slight smile across her face The former artist had found a much quieter way to live since she became your apprentice in the way of the mystical Of course, she had to change her appearance in order to not be so recognizable She had a somewhat stable life now, but the problem is that once you become involved with the occult, there is no such t

Your name is Karkat Vantas, and you can't breathe. You don't remember how this happened, and at the moment you can't bring yourself to care. All you know is that your lungs are clenching in need of oxygen,  that your arms and legs are useless in aiding you to the surface of the roiling water you're now submerged in. You don't even know which way is up. You're drowning, and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it. The river, lake, whirlpool, whatever it is, has got you caged and bound at the same time; the invisible currents in the dark water are preventing your limbs from moving the way you want them to, and bubbles are starting to fo

"Psst, Peter," Wade whispered from his spot crouched in the tree, Peter in the bush below, Spiderman mask practically frowning up at him. "Shh, Wade! You're gonna get us caught," he scolded softly, glancing back at the factory they were ordered to keep an eye on. "No, but Petey, it's important," Deadpool insisted. "Shut up, Wilson," Wolverine growled, his claws slicing out threateningly from where he knelt next to Deadpool's tree. "But, Peter!" "Fine, what?" he sighed, peering back up at him. "…I love you." Peter obviously smiled behind his mask, and he tipped his head to the side. "Aw, I love you, too." "Oh, would you two shut up!" L

It was the middle of the day, the sun beating down and trying to get through the thick fog that began to float through the area, the rotten stench of decaying corpses floating along with the breeze. A tiny hand was clasped in a larger one, squeezed gently in reassurance as the pair made their way down the street and towards yet another store. Ahda had been able to sleep well, not once having woken until Altair had to nudge her awake. She had changed into a pair of jeans and a white shirt that was a tad too big on her small frame. Both had bathed, seeing as the oppertunity was prime, and ate their fill of what they could find in the house. Tr

shiro x gn!reader warning: alcohol/underaged drinking earth, high school au -/- this morning's supersymmetry -/- As soon as he hears pebbles knocking against his bedroom window, Shiro knows it's about time to head out. He slips on a hoodie and creeps past his brother's door, careful not to wake any of his peacefully sleeping family members. When he steps outside his door, his greeted with your bright grin and loosely folded arms over an oversized sweater. Shiro shakes his head with an amused sigh and raises his eyebrows, leaning his weight against the frame of his porch and looks at you expectantly. You hold up your car keys and grin