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Chapter 1-Silvaze the darkside to romanceChapter 1
Oh no! Blaze whispered in a fearful tone. She started to push Silver back towards the exit that counted as an entrance.
Silver grabbed on to her shoulders. He knew what the bells meant. They were coming.
"Stay strong" He murmured and quickly jumped out of the entrance/exit. It wasn't that long of a drop. Besides; it was always comforted by water. Icy water. The type of water that sends chills down your spine when you first touch it.
Blaze turned to the door that led to a rotting staircase. She had to watch where she stepped. This castle was so old, it probably used to house kings and queens from possibly thousands of years ago. Their spirits must have been tormented souls. They still walked the pitch black halls of their ounce glamorous home.
The steps creaked with each step. She didn't want to wake them. Their whispers were torments saying things to make her cry. Her pain was their joy. If they
Silvaze the Darkside to romance Chapter 2Chapter 2
She stared at her tormentor, just barley fighting back tears. Its eyes were just red. They showed no trust no joy and no remorse. She felt her heart curl up in her throat. She couldn't speak.
Why? WHY? Why have you betrayed me? Its voice was like a tree branch scratching against a window in the middle of the night.
Blaze said nothing. She didn't have anything to say.
It extended a claw and scratched Blaze. This time she couldn't fight the tears. They poured from her eyes like gallons.
Whispering laughs filled the room.
BE QUIET! It shouted. The laughs stopped immediately. Blaze, you selfish and thoughtless acts will not be tolerated any longer It said.
Blaze just stared at the new hole in ounce purple dress. She watched the blood come the from the wound. She felt a little dizzy. There was a lot of it.
From here on out. You will not be able to die. You will be immortal. You cannot get kill yourself. You'll just heal.
The room wa
Silvaze songfic Pt 2Silvaze Songfic part 2. Every time we touch
Sadness comes and goes. Sometimes stays and leaves people and hedgehogs alike heavily depressed. But sometimes there is a way to break depression. Even a simple thing can do it. Even just a flower. Miracles can happen if we truly believe. Love can be forever, if we really love someone. Love..always finds its way back.
Silver, a silver colored naïve hedgehog, stared down at the lily, he was in disbelief, shock and utter happiness. This was from Blaze, a violet level headed cat. He it had to be. Had is wish come true? He picked up the flower. He almost heard Blaze's voice whispering to him
"I still hear your voice when you sleep next to me "
He had to send something to her now, where ever she was. He had nothing. But he took a picture of him and Blaze together out of its frame and a sent it flying in the wind
"Please.." He whispered. "Let it get to her.."
Silvaze song ficThey say, after a violent storm, comes the beautiful rainbow. Not for our brave, and naïve hero. He was you, could say, alone in the world now. His best friend, Blaze the cat, had sealed herself in another dimension. To save the future from the devastation of a fiery beast. Known as Iblis. So the future, would be happier.. Our hero, Silver. Didn't feel the way he had wanted to. He wanted to share this 'brighter future' with Blaze. But she was gone now. He felt alone
He walked on the sidewalk. The one leading to the forest gates, the stars twinkled above him..
" "This is the darkest night, the stars have all faded away.."
The night was cold. He shivered. His fur wasn't really thick. But the cold was worth peace in the forest.
He entered the forest. Quiet. But dark. A dark blue clouds blocked the moon,, He turned his face upwards towards them. Hoping Blaze was seeing the same.
"Quiet upon this world. Through the clouds there is a light.. we will find
I Miss Ya' Buddy.I Miss Ya' Buddy:
A Classic Spyro tale.
He trotted along the dark paths of the Artisan home world, the fresh night air filling his lungs as he passed every land mark and portal. The medal he wore bounced with each step he took; this was the reward Spyro had gotten for saving the world so many times. Spyro wasn't here to talk with anybody. Not that the other dragons would be up at this time of night anyhow. Spyro was going to the outskirts of the village. He was going to visit an old friend. He thought about their previous adventures together. He smiled. Spyro remembered his friend's old sarcastic remarks. He laughed.
Spyro reached his destination, a hill. On which sat an old oak tree that would always seem to have the moon rise just over it. Under this oak tree there was an isolated, large rock. Spyro sat down and just stared. After a while, He bent his head down and the amulet slid off.
"This really belongs to you," Spyro said. He closed his eyes and he could have
Luster's snowy day.
Luster's Snowy day.
Luster, a pink dragon with purple legs and tail, walked into her yard to find snow on the ground. She smiled, for she loved snow. She quickly ran back inside to grab her scarf. The December winds were quite chilly. She didn't want to freeze her tail off! She started padding down a snow covered trail, As she was doing so, the snow began to fall again. She sat down and caught snowflakes on her tongue. She loved doing that, the freezing snowflake on tongue, then the warmth of her breath melting it to water. If only the snowflakes were big enough, she'd thirsty again! But alas, that was a dream.
She flopped backwards. She made snow angel. She giggled, remembering when she was younger during this time of year, she would always make snow angles or snow dragons. Snow dragons. "That's it! That's what's missing" She cried happily. She stood up and ran towards her friend Cyraa's house. As she drew closer to her friend's house, the sweet smell of Gingerbr
CONTEST ENTRY: Silvaze Rolling Girl*The rolling girl is always far away,
Deep in a dream that wont come true,
Sitting in the classroom as the teacher went on and on about the sciences of the world, Blaze kept little attention on the chalk board in front of her. Instead of writing the notes in her notebook as instructed she found herself doodling on the blank pages. Each of her with a crown atop her head, riding a fabulous horse, or being swept away by a mystery prince. She often kept to her studies, but recently her head had taken her off to la la land more then usual, bringing her grades down to a maximum. SWAT!
"Miss BLAZE!" shouted the teacher as she slapped her ruler on Blaze's desk.
"Yes Mrs. Rosey?" Blaze quickly replied.
"You were paying attention, and taking your required notes aren't you?"
"Yes mam." The teacher peered down at Blaze's pages seeing she was obviously lying. She glared down at Blaze with that evil eye only teacher can truly nail.
"Honestly Blaze. I put you in the front row, I give you extra help i
The Purrfect PlaydateThe Purrfect Playdate
"Equius!" Nepeta shouted bursting into Equius' hive. "Nepeta! Please do not scare me like that!" Equius shouted. He had broken the screw driver in his hand by accident because Nepeta had surprised him. He looked down at the crushed screw driver in his hand and sighed before walking over to the garbage can and wiping off his hands. "So what is it Nepeta?" He asked turning to look at her and offering a soft smile. "I just wanted to say hi." She said with a smile and a small flick of her tail. He smiled back, unable to be angry at her. "Well then hello." He said laughing. "I also wanted some milk~" She said swishing her tail with a smile. "Sure. You can go get some." He offered pointing towards his fridge. She nodded happily and she walked over to his fridge grabbing two containers of milk that Aurthour had stocked the fridge with earlier.
"Ah this is just so relaxing." Nepeta said sprawling out on Equius' couch as she took a swig of one container and put
Aradia MegidoI glance over at his breathtaking smile as he gazes into her oceanic eyes. I used to make him smile just like that. Now, he's with the beautiful highblood princess with the long, flowing hair and the tantalizing voice. A glance is all it would take for any troll to fall in love with her. She's everything I wish I could be; but am actually quite the opposite of. I look at my tattered clothes and tangled hair in disgust. My dingy maroon blood is lowest on the hemospectrum and her deep tyrian purple is that of royalty. I know falling in love with him was not her original intention; but I can't stop the feeling of envy seeping beneath my soul. That is, if I still had a soul. He used to tell me how beautiful I was; but now I'm just a dead girl filled with nothing but apathy. I wish I could feel rage and seek vengeance on the malicious blue spider troll that did this to me; but I can't even recall what rage is like. I still remember the last day of my life here on Alternia: Red and blue tear
ConfrontationThe look on her face made you feel a twinge of pity. She looked so exhausted, so tired, so used. She looks as if she had had enough. But then again, that's something you both had in common. Mindfang had come to visit, obviously on official business, because she would never swing by just to see how you were doing. She was more of the stay-away-from-the-insane-clown types. But you didn't blame her, it's not like you've been in the best mental state lately. That was another thing you and the woman before you had in common.
"You've grown," she said dully, her expression never changing from the blank, tired demeanour that seemed to just come natural to her now. "I always knew you would grow into what your kind always turned out to be."
"And what would that motherfuckin' be?" you grunted, arching an eyebrow in question, though you already knew what she was going to say.
"Well," she let out a breath, as if she had a million things to say and needed a nap before she even had the energy
Angels Gotta Die Some DayGamzee's been sober for months now. Karkat says that he couldn't be more proud of Makara for pulling all his shit together and drawing himself away from the darkness that seemed to swallow him. All that moonshine should have killed him, but it didn't, and when Gamzee had finally gotten off of it, he had wished that, after he killed that happy family down on Rosewood Lane, he had died.
Guilt. That's what had snapped him out of it. Two jolly parents dead. Their beautiful children. Their content pets and livestock.
And fear. That too. The fear that Gamzee would kill Karkat.
Gamzee's been sober for months now, and he had made a promise that Karkat shall never have to see him all motherfucking insane and being thrown out of the town to wonder the woods until something ate him or he died of hyperthermia again.
Karkat had left that town to travel with Gamzee. When Karkat had held Gamzee to his chest and petted his hair as Gamzee broke down and cried into his shoulder after the town's decision
no more miracles, ch3 -gamkar-==>Be the best friend.
You are now the best friend.
Your name is Karkat Vantas, and you're starting to get worried; Nepeta and Equius have been gone for almost an hour now. Did something happen? You let out a sigh. If you want something done you have to do it yourself. Mostly because the rest of the trolls are the biggest idiots you know. You pull a jacket on over your turtleneck and head outside. The wind chills you to the bone as you walk.
You arrive at Gamzee's hive. The door is wide open and is swinging on its hinges. You cringe. Gamzee never leaves his door open.
You hesitate. You could always ditch and ask someone else. But......for some reason, absconding didn't seem like the right thing to do. Besides, you're already here. You tell yourself to quit being such a pussy and walk in.
"......Gamzee?" There's no answer. Your voice seems to echo a bit in the seemingly empty house. You look around somewhat nervously and timidly step deeper into the hive. "Nepeta? Equius?"
You Are Mine, Gamzee.The chains felt slightly tight on his wrists. The chilly air did nothing to soothe him, his thinkpan swarmed with so many questions lingering. Last he remembered, he had passed out from exhaustion after being righteously shooshpapped by his palebro, so what happened? Why was he tied up now? Did he kill somebody again? Oh please, for the love of all the mirthful messiahs up there, don't let that be the case. That's probably the last thing he needed. He was still stained from his last kill; he couldn't smell any fresh troll blood on him. But then again, he could be wrong.
Gamzee heard the door creaked open and his head jerked up. His purple eyes lit up slightly at the sight of Karkat coming in with what looked like a pie tin. A very familiar-looking pie tin. Something green oozed out from the edge. Could that be sopor slime?
Said owner of the name tried to give the most sincere smile he could muster, trying to find the right words. "Hey, bro. So uh, why am I all up and motherfu
Painting .34.You are Calliope Umbra, and you are in the hospital.
Unlike pretty much every other character in the hospital so far, you are here simply because you are sick. But simple doesn't mean it's okay. Because it's not. You are in the hospital with cancer, and you're sure you won't make it out of here.
Your parents and brother have already given up on you. The three of them are all alike; dark and hateful. They never did care about you. So now you're here, hurting so much, and they're thinking about waiting just one more week before stopping it all and letting you die.
So you doubt you'll get out of here.
You're doctor is leaving for a few days, so one of the nurses is going to be helping you for the next few days. The doctor seemed a little bit angry that you were stuck with a certain nurse, Mrs. Roxy Lalonde, but you couldn't care less who you get. It doesn't really matter if your parents don't even want to keep you through this.
So you just agree and write in your little notepad with pale,
Painting .35.You are now Aranea Serket.
You, your cousin, and the family friend's two teens (AKA You, Vriska, Feferi and Meenah) are all going swimming in Feferi's indoor pool. She is so lucky to have an indoor pool. But she deserves it the most, she's the best swimmer, and she takes up most of her time in the pool anyway.
When you've mentioned this before, she just says that swimming helps her think. You don't want to ask anything more.
But today you get to go swimming, even though recently it was Halloween and one of your teachers decided to turn into an insane freak for a little bit, then wake up as himself.
You figure that this swimming party thing was something Feferi decided to throw as a 'sorry about that' kind of thing.
You think Vriska had it coming, what-with her design on that room. You'd noticed that Gamzee and Tavros were close, it would be normal for Gamzee to know about what happened, and grow angry at Vriska for it. You have a hunch that Tavros probably didn't even notice what Gamze
Prolouge-Silvaze-Dark side to RomancePrologue
"You're late." A hushed voice said from the darkness.
"I'm here now aren't I?" A scratchy voice said from the only entrance. It was a small hole just big enough for him.
You know what happens if she catches us.. A tingle went down her spine. She could already feel the intense pain. But every time the way for causing the pain changed. It was different every time. She didn't know what to expect. It could be slit wrists. Or no food or water for an entire week. Not that she got any in that time anyways.
"I know. I'm trying to find a way to get you out of this." He walked over. Her face was barely visible in the dim moonlight. He could just make out her hollowed cheeks and gray eyes. He leaned in for a kiss. That's when the bells started to ring
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