Crowy fics

“I can’t speak French. Fvck me for not taking my French class!”

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ask are and have been open so here’s what we can and cannot ask

what I can:

-silly questions

-questions abt ACAV

-questions abt S:SA

-questions in character (this is exclusively with S:SA characters)

What I can’t ask:

-questions that will spoil future chapters

-personal questions

-repeated stuff

-anything related to controversy (I’m not in any but I don’t wanna jinx myself)

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here’s the thing.

I’m cutting Sianna:Shadow Angel short. This is mostly due to my ideas of what to do being short and motivation being very small for the series.

I want to keep doing what I love but not ditch another fic and leaving fans disappointed with an unfinished story like with Accidental Avenger (which I might revive if I feel like it, it would be completely different tho)

So I’m making a big story called “Ode Of A Shadow Angel”, the finally official thing written for S:SA but also the end for the series. It’ll tell the tale through a new lense of The Writer’s Guild, a mysterious figure who told the final tale, straight to the point. It’ll be a good summary of what would be a very dragged story that would put me back in writers block. It’ll will satisfy readers who want an ending but also me because I actually finished a story.

By the end of it I will post all art I made for S:SA and work on a possible remake for ACAV, but I’m not gonna talk abt that. Thanks for ur understanding

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yeahhh.

idk what to do with Sianna shadow angel anymore

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Who’s up fanning they fiction

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*crowys fic acc has spawned*

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The Prophecy

POV: Sianna

“W-wait, chosen ones? Am I a chosen one?”

“I mean of course, why do you think I would say that? I’m not a bloody psychopath… ok I am but not in that case.” He said.

“Ok. Explain how I’m the chosen one of…whatever. Why are their two of them?”

“I came from a different multiverse, one that would be in ruin if I did not go and warn of the prophecy, I did and then…people thought I was to blame and I left. Better safe than sorry! Then I started a journal. And explored different worlds. Sianna, there were different Eddies, different Siannas, DIFFERENT STORIES! Oh I wish you saw it!”

He got close to me and smiled, then quickly backing away and grabbing his journal, the leather strap holding it together ripped and nearly broken, the cover scratched and some pages torn at the edges. He sat on one of the benches and placed a hand for me to sit besides him. I sat beside him and look around the area. The sky was a bright blue with little to no clouds, the broken church only having the front side intact, the bottom completely gone, most of the benches were normal but two were flipped, and the windows had imagery of a girl and a guy, who was Eddie. It felt more like Heaven than the Underworld.

“What do you wanna call this place?” I asked.

“…I thought of calling this place..’the Mirror Isle’. I mean- look at the ground it’s basically reflecting the sky, how bloody cool is that?!” He opened and blank page and moved himself to look more at the reflective land to draw an illustration. Talk about a weirdo, and I still don’t know why I’m the chosen one.

“Sssoo, what the prophecy? What had to be warned?”

“Hm? Oh right, the prophecy. There’s a tale that two warriors, one that wield wisdom as bright as their flames, and one that wield daggers sharp as their ambitions. The two would journey, defeat the Beast to rid of evil doings. And to prevent pure disaster where the Beast destroys and takes over the world!”

“Hmm…well do you perhaps have a page on the soul shards?” I asked. He questioned it but opened to a page about the shards. They were a main power source that once connected with a host could grant them abilities. One of the shards was stabbed in the middle of Eddie’s chest, I guess that’s how he can do all his “chosen one” powers. Or not.

“So how do I get powers out of this tiny thing?” I grabbed the broken shard from my pocket, showing it to Eddie.

“I guess you can..embrace it? I sort of grabbed it and it connected with me. Maybe you can do the same?”

Now how am I gonna stick this thing to myself? I mean I had an idea to put them on the back of my shoes but I need a glue of some sorts.

Maybe this “Mirror Isle” can give something in return outside of a beautiful sight.

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Authors Note: in playing tomadachi life while writing this. Anyways smaller chapter but it has more lore I guess

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self insert edit i dunno

Song used ^^^

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spoiler: this is a Sianna edit

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Pinterest is finally getting Sianna posts but they’re on chapter 2, man I gotta catch em up

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Prodigal Son

Pov: Sianna

Tw: swears, violence

The forest kept going, no sight in anything new, no sight in nothing until I heard a snap. I looked, nothing in sight. I looked up, and notice glowing eyes watching me. Arms wrapped around branches of never ending trees, some trying to grab at me! I run away from them but they follow through. Grabbing my shotgun I aim and fire, the shot echoing through the forest, and a big hole where I shot. The eyes were gone and turned to stone, stacked like stairs. I went up to the hole in the trees and saw a new land, outside of the forest.

I suppose in Hell everything doesn’t HAVE to make sense, lands can warp, creatures can shift, shadows can move and twist. It’s all unexpected. I suppose it’s a thrill, but when you’re doomed to a task you can’t live that thrill. But I’m only doomed to live in one location. I’m technically still in this “realm” of the eternal forest, just out of the forest. The hole led to a shattered and abandoned church like building. Windows showing pieces of a girl in a robe like dress and a girl in sort of Greek goddess wear, black wings on her head and orange crystals at the heels of her feet. She also had the same hair highlights as me, weird. It’s like I have a cooler older sister who’s also in hell. Or that’s just me. Creepy. Behind me I heard footsteps and turned, it was the purple devil.

“Ahem. Didn’t I make it clear? You’re supposed to be damned in the Eternal forest! Not in this…what is this?”

“Better question, who are YOU?! I never knew your name and why are you here?”

“I am here to keep you suffering and in pain as my number one duty! Also I’m Leech but who cares! It’s either you get back down there little girl, OR we fight this out!”

Do I choose to repeat this forest cycle for all my life or do I burn a demon alive with a lighter? Such a difficult choice. Pulling the lighter from my pocket, I lit it and threw it at Leech, his clothes burning at the instant the flames touched it. He scrambled, running trying to put it out and he fell down into the trees of the forest, the fire spreading faster and faster in the forest like a disease. I looked down at him, part of his skin melted exposing skull as he looked at me directly and spoke out with wrath,

“You’ll NEVER defeat the Beast!! NEVER! NOT WITH YOUR SHARD, not with your daggers, and SURE AS HELL NOT WITH THOSE TWO GUYS.. You…you’ll die by your own hand, unable to do anything else. You can’t change what he saw. You never can. The prophecy can NEVER. BE. CHANGED!!” He screamed out the last word, burning from the flames. The words made no sense though.

Who’s he and what did he see? What two guys? What’s the prophecy? What do you mean die by my own hand? It all meant nothing! Or maybe it does, I don’t understand.

.꧁⎝ 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 ⎠꧂

The fires kept burning, still spreading and making thick smoke, something was alive in there that wasn’t Leech as some of the smoke smells of burnt flesh. Or I could be going crazy. I was still up at the broken church, untouched. Eventually someone else crawled up, he looked in a hurry. And tossed a book up. And then he saw me and gasped.

“nnahh! Hah! Haghh!!” the fuck does that mean. I don’t speak caveman you zombie freak- wait a minute. He has the same crystal like the red devil! Maybe I could ask him?

“Hey. M-mister…could you tell me what the whole crystal thing is about? I have one but I’m not sure what it’s used for. Also…what is up with your voice?”

“Ahem.. forgive me I must’ve haven’t been able to be heard by you at first. You’re who I’ve been looking for! Sianna right?” He said, not answering my question. However he looked familiar, basically exactly like Eddie. Yeah the band mascot what other famous Eddie is there? Ok Van Halen but that’s it.

“Who are you? But s-still..what is this crystal thing” “Oh right of course! My name is Eddie! I am of course one of many but the crystal. That is called a Soul shard. One of many! When one of the Eddie got their soul split apart we all went into existence into our own worlds. And in one of them it shared a prophecy!”

“A…a prophecy? Like what Leech brought up? “

“Sort of, same prophecy, but he forgot one little thing. Your mistake can help us defeat the Beast in all the realms I can think of.” “Pft, bullshit. I’m just some “rebel” 16 year old you don’t know any better.” “You wanna know one way that you’re special? Sort..of? You are one of the few who understand me! It’s sounds like a basic talent at first but take it for granted.” “Sure…you don’t find this weird that I’m talking to you while I’m sort of DRENCHED in blood?”

“Should seem normal for the two chosen ones.”

If it’s called the chosen one, shouldn’t there only be one? God how many questions have I gotten ever since I met Eddie? Jesus Christ..

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Author’s note: took me a while but here we are! EDDIE IS HERE! Time for a chaotic duo :3

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martha im coming home sweet tea-

IM BACK IN THE FUCKIN BUILDING AGAIN?!?!

anyway here’s what the eternal forest looks ooh u wanna read my fanfic ooohh

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Purgatory

POV: Sianna

TW: violence, blood, creepy creatures, emetophobia, weird writing??

the fields were cold, I was cold. I was horrified of what was past the trees, I had no shells. I needed them fast, or I’m moving no where outside of this field. I would rather die here than out there. I looked around, nothing but fields for miles. No escape but in the trees. Even then I could wack anything with the shotgun. In I go.

It seemed even darker in the forest, but the gem glistened in my pocket, if I can I could reflect the little light to find anything with the little light. All I saw was a small lighter on one of the trees. I picked it up, it still functioned. The flame was basically the only reason I kept walking through it. After a few minutes I stumbled upon a cabin that felt as cold as outside, maybe colder even, the house held a broken couch and a shattered glass table. Something was here and destroyed the house, even tearing the curtain and breaking the window. It was here, with me. A faint scent of blood on the ceiling, I look up and a skinny zombie like creature stares at me with glowing white eyes.

the same as the killer’s, he was with me.

.꧁⎝ 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 ⎠꧂

I ran for the window, grabbing a shotgun ammo container I noticed as I ran. I jumped out the window and running out of the cabin and back into the forest, the killer running after me. I tried reloading as I ran but I dropped one of the shells and fell onto the ground. The killer grabbed at me and spewed blood all over me. And soon he ran…without. a. trace.

I think some of the blood got in my mouth- BLEH!! WHO DOES THAT?! WHO SPEWS BLOOD INTO SOMEONES FACE (maybe mouth) LIKE A BIRD? ugh, I’m gonna be sick.. which I was. And now here I am, on the forest floor, next to a shotgun with scattered shells, a puddle of blood, and me covered in it Carrie-style. Oh yeah! AND IM IN HELL!

take me away from here. please take me away. SOOO fucking far away I hate it here.

.꧁⎝ 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 ⎠꧂

I load up my shotgun and remind myself about the crystal, I check on it and it was now broken and split apart into two halves. I use a vine from one of the trees as a makeshift twine to keep it together. I haven’t slept for a week in Hell time, who knows how long I’ve haven’t gone, and without food. If only I knew how to hunt. Dad did, I was never interested but I think part of him wishes I was a dude or I didn’t exist.

I bet my parents are jumping for joy about me being gone. One less mouth to feed and one less mistake of a child. Fuck this I’m eating any plant I find to be somewhat edible, if it’s poisonous? Cool I’ll die sooner. Even then I can’t die I just……

how does poison work here? don’t answer that. This is already a purgatory as much as it is.

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author’s note: woops this took a bit longer than expected sorry!! I’ll make some cool art in return how’s that? I’ll also prob open my asks if I haven’t.

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red devil (I don’t have a name for him) and his official look

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This FUCKING CHAIR MY GOD.

also here’s Sianna’s official design!!

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Hallowed be thy name

POV: Sianna

Tw: violence, swearing, creepy stuff

This has been going on for a week, these two devils bouncing around laughing, making the same jokes over and over and over. If I could I would ask them to give me a weapon so I can go to hell again, maybe then I’ll have a better punishment. But others walk past and say how lucky I am, or they feel bad for me because I am a child. You don’t know me, I could be a terrorist and you think I’m all innocent! I might have a plan though, this one guy is doomed to walk with a big load of items for eternity, one of those items is a shotgun in a holster. Is it still a holster if it isn’t a pistol? Don’t answer that. My plan is to run out of the chair, grab that shotgun and blast the daylight out of those devils, maybe steal their little gem since I feel like it. But timing is very important, one wrong move and I’m dead or worse.

Be quick or be dead, this is my only shot.

.꧁⎝ 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 ⎠꧂

“You can’t do jack shit!!” Yelled the winged devil. I hopped out the chair then, running to the man with the shotgun and snagging it from him. It was already loaded. I shot at the winged devil, straight in the heart and he fell like a fly. I ran out for my life, I had no more ammo, I only had one shot. The worst part? I don’t know where to go next. All I knew I was run or this beast guy was going to kick my ass. People shouted as I ran.

“What are you doing? You’re only a child!!” I’m 16.

“You’ll never escape!!” So what? I shot one of those fucking devils in the heart, the thing they never gave me. Imagine though, being younger than most of these people here and getting a chance of running from their punishment- OW THATS WHY YOU DONT ESCAPE OW! A sharp pain hits my legs and I fall, the purple devil catching up to me.

“YOU LITTLE RASCAL! Grounded missy! Hehahaha! Seems like the Beast caught to your shenanigans and stopped you!” This fucking Beast guy, who is he?? The big boss of them all? I know one thing tho, he used his stupid “Satan magic” and made it feel like I ran a marathon on fire. I failed escaping.

.꧁⎝ 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 ⎠꧂

I was being dragged to the chair, the purple devil trying to drag me along with his tail getting in the way 90% of the time. Walking past the red devil’s corpse I saw a gem sticking out of its chest. A gem I never noticed. When the purple devil was struggling with his tail again, I grabbed the gem and put it in my pocket. Then I’m back in the chair. But this time it was different.

“You still have that shotgun! Well I be nice, keep your little useless weapon. BUT… you’re getting a new punishment because you tried to escape. Oh buddy, you’re going in the eternal forest of DOOM!! DUH DUH DUUH.”

Eternal forest? Basic name. But the next thing I knew, the purple devil was gone. I was now in a dark land, within a plain of wheat, the wind growing cold. And noise in the distance.

With no ammo

With no light

No chance of being safe.

If there’s one thing I know, I NEED to find some shells or I’m dying.

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author’s note: FINALLY! I’m getting to the good part! IM EXCITED TO WRITE THESE NEXT PARTS! I’ve been waiting to get to the forest, as for Sianna not so much~

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Children of the damned

POV: Sianna

TW: swears, violence??

I roamed about the subway, my mind blank, is what I would be saying IF I DIED BACK ON THE GROUND. I would rather stab a knife in my ass than stay alive and be scarred for life. Not the point. I kept going, this thing was basically going on for forever, until I heard that same laughing. The killer, he’s watching isn’t he? He’s waiting until I lose my guard, to begin with that was already lost, and THEN kill me. Getting near to the end of the subway after a while, I saw candles surrounded in a circle, a pentagon drawn on the ground, and footsteps imprinted on the ground. Someone’s trying to summon demons down here-

.꧁⎝ 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 ⎠꧂

“GRAHAHAAA~!” I snapped around and there he was! THE KILLER! He’s come to finish the job! There will be no witnesses, I’m the last one- IM FUCKED!

I tripped and fell onto the pentagon, fire burning around the circle. This was a portal! IT WAS A TRAP! The killer was running at me until suddenly, the fire surrounded the pentagon fully and a portal opened underneath me and I fell into Hell. Metaphorically and actually. Preparing for impact, a red demon with wings grabbed me and shoved me in a chair.

“WEEELLL! Lookie loo! It’s a kids movie, wonder how a MISTAKE like you ended up in the underworld? Go on, I’m listening~!” The demon leaned its ear near to me. “Well… I snuck out-

“OOOOHOHOO! Realll troublesome fella. Pft, laaame.” “…and then I saw a murder, found a pentagon and im here.”

“…wow, lemme grab my bud over here. Stay! Not like you can move anyway, YOURE DAMNED HERE FOREVER!!” He was right though, I was basically stuck on the chair, makes me wonder why I’m stuck. So I looked around, people who actually died, being totured, suffering, punished. And then there’s me. I sure as hell don’t belong here.

.꧁⎝ 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 ⎠꧂

The red devil returned with a purple devil, this time with a long tail. The two were muttering something to each other in front of me. I waited until they looked and me and started laughing. “HAHAHAHA! Little girl slipped into a pentagon!” “You can’t do anything right!” “Your parents hate ya!” They kept making fun of me, commenting back and forth, jumping up and down. This was my punishment, enternal bullying.

basic fucking name.

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I’m out there.

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I’ve written all of these at night

Part two was written at 11 am

fuck sleep am I right!?

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Murder in the Rue Morgue

POV: Sianna

TW: murder, descriptions of death and blood, and swearing

So today I was invited to a party, someone noticed my band shirt and said that his friend was bringing a copy of Killers for other people to download off of. Finally, I wanted to hear through that album for a long while, but I knew my parents would kill me if I went to that party, so I snuck out. I took some spare pillows from the couch and put them underneath my blanket to make it look like I was still there, then I grabbed a bag and left out the window.

The breeze was cold and chill, raindrops staring to form, I knew I would have to be somewhat quick. I walked down the path, remembering the address written on that single piece of paper. This would be no problem. Until I heard a scream from the distance.

What it someone who was killed? Assaulted?! Surely this had to be a joke, with nothing but doubt in my head I ran towards the scream and all I saw was straight out of a horror movie. Two girls, one looking around 15 and one looking like they’re in their 30’s. Murdered, slaughtered, oh god the fucking horror!! THEY WERE DEAD!! Oh god, oh please wake up Sianna! Wake up! This can’t be real-I-it can’t be! You’re not in front of butchered remains you’re in front of your band posters! Yes! This is all it is!! A DREAM! But the scent, metallic and fresh, that might just be from rust right? But where would the rust be- OH DEAR GOD THIS IS REAL!!

I screamed for anyone, “SOMEONE CALL THE COPS! LOOK AT THIS SHIT!” I lifted it up and people were standing around the crime scene. They started whispering, muttering, pointing even. I looked pissed and horrified, mainly because I was but I didn’t realize it. The blood was on me! It was on my hands, did people think I killed them?! I scrambled, I RAN! Darting through the streets and running down the stairs into the subway, anywhere away from them! Away from the eyes, the pointing, the voices, the remains- ALL OF IT!

.꧁⎝ 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 ⎠꧂

The subway was quiet, no one in sight, I just walked down through it all, rethinking what just happened. Who could’ve killed them? Then, I feel something. Like someone is watching me, burning their glance through my own eyes, I took a stop and turned. A tall man, blood stained hands and a hatchet in hand stood in the shadows. His eyes staring, glowing, they looked like white dots, like stars. I knew it, he knew it, he knew damn well what he did. I was next to die. To cover his tracks, to feed his blood lust, to feast at his crooked desires! I looked back, waiting for the strike, kill me already. My life; done for, fucked by society, burnt by poor decisions, grounded by parents, murdered by a killer. He squinted, smiled, and he was gone. I swear I heard laughter. Who was that? The Joker?

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ha!

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holy shit. hah! I’m never going home! I’m not returning! I’m gone! Lost to time! I’m homeless! I’m missing! Sorry mom! I died to the creep in the subway! SEE YA NEVER!! Sigh, now then.

what can you do with no one around?

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author’s note: this took me a bit but hopefully part three comes up sooner perhaps. I have a con soon tho so part four ain’t coming until after that but maybe three tomorrow???