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Regarding Shadow Weaver’s Childhood
Includes VERY mild mentions of neglect, but I didn’t go overboard with it. This is strictly my opinion and none of it is really proven in the show.
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So. Her parents were both very talented sorcerers, maybe even more powerful than Micah. Everybody knew them, admired them, envied them, etc. Now, it is confirmed in the show that Shadow Weaver was apparently born without any natural magic abilities. She says it herself in the episode Light Spinner: “I wasn’t born into power like Adora and others. I had to earn my power, fight for it." Something like that. Anyway, the magic gene just skipped her branch on the family tree. Because of this, she was an extreme disappointment to her parents; they often regarded her as a "mistake” or a “defect” in a way, and they were embarrassed of her (think reverse Harry Potter). They basically rejected her, so because they never really took care of her properly, she had to learn to fend for herself at a young age. Which might explain why she became so self-centered in that regard.
Shadow Weaver soon became obsessed with trying to “earn their approval.” They thought she was a failure due to her lack of magic, so she thought that if she grew stronger and more powerful, they might love her. Yet nothing she ever did was good enough for them, and she even began to hate herself because of how inadequate they made her feel as she constantly tried to prove her worth.
Yeah I’m really bad at explaining things so I hope this at least makes a little bit of sense.
shadow weaver h/cs
Loves loves loves to run her hands along your body. Perhaps it won’t be broadcasted for everyone to see, but she has an insatiable habit to have her hands on you at all times. Simple gestures, like entwining one arm with another while she runs her knuckles down your forearm, or slipping her hand within your own and brushing her thumb along your knuckles or the curves of your palm. She’ll also be the type of person to have a hand resting on your thigh while sitting close to you.
Her hands have been on more than one occasion wrapped around your neck, but not menacingly. It is the lightest touch of all, simply running her fingers along the curve of your neck and shoulder or along your jawline. It also gives her access to caressing your face, where her thumb will grace the high planes of your cheeks with a delicate touch.
Though she has jokingly pretended to strangle you during your more mischievous and catty moments with her. She enjoys seeing the awful hellion in you.
Her favourite place to stand is behind you with a hand settled on either side of your hips. Sometimes she’s civil with this, sometimes she delights in squeezing you until you squirm. Then, she’ll wrap her arms tight around your waist and rest her chin on your shoulder.
If you’re in the same room with her while she’s venting her frustrations, you’ll mostly only catch dark muttering and ominous threats. Listening carefully you’ll realize she’s mindlessly plotting the day she’ll overthrow Mystacor just so that she may submerge herself in the healing springs one last time before disappearing under mysterious circumstances never to be seen again.
Honestly, she could really use a dip in those hot springs. They were the only thing sacred about Mystacor to her, only because the alleviated her stress. To have you there with her would mean that she could die happy in your arms.
Alright, so the first time you actually saw her face was when she was having an emotional meltdown and did it only with the intention of hurting herself by driving you away. It had, however, come to her complete astonishment and bewilderment that you hadn’t balked at her, and in fact, reaffirmed your feelings towards her no matter what had happened to her in the past. It obviously wasn’t something she had expected at all - she was silent for a while, somber despite her recent breakdown, and quietly insisted that you leave so that she could process the revelation. It hurt to turn you away, but it had put her at a loss; she had no idea where to take you two from there.
Turning in for the night is often domestic and tender. She’ll quietly help you undress, and put you both to bed together. Once she’s laid down for the evening she’s often tired and exhausted enough that she won’t be leaving the comfort of your bed for the rest of the night.
If you have a habit of sleeping on your stomach, she’ll drape herself on top of you - one arm curled along your back while she rests her head along your shoulder. The same would apply to whether you laid flat on your back - she’d curl herself along your side, one arm wrapped around your waist while her head rests in the crook of your shoulder. Her sleeping habits usually involve having an arm secured around in and her head resting somewhere close to the heart.
Some nights are uneventful and ordinary, where you toss and turn freely in the comfort of your shared bed. There are other nights however where you’ll wake to an unnatural darkness and a singular presence by your side. If she’s uncomfortable or on edge, her powers may activate as a passive effect in her sleep, a protective mechanism that shields her from outside influence. It is also known to extend to you, keeping you close and secure next to her. It’s presence feels almost like a reinforced blanket with a secondary effect that leaves the inhabitants of the shroud feeling warm and drowsy.
Attempting to wake her from a nightmare is a haphazard gambit in itself; if you’re unlucky, and it’s a bad night, you might be on the receiving end of an out lash of pure shadow matter. It varies in intensity, but always results with Shadow Weaver waking and immediately rushing to your side feeling remorseful. Spends a good portion of the night seeing to your wounds and doesn’t fall back asleep very well after. One of the safest methods of helping her cope is by smoothing your hand down her back or through her hair, lightly at first until she’s familiar with the weight of your hand. It helps soothe her, even in deep sleep. On the occasion that it wakes her, she’ll wordlessly, delicately, wrap her arms around you and hold you until she can fall back asleep.
She’ll wake early, but won’t typically get out of bed until some time has passed - especially if you’re still asleep beside her. She’ll take the time to enjoy the quiet and lament on how much she holds you dear. If you ever wake up while she’s still lying there, you might catch on to her melancholy mood, though she’ll deny it and insist that she didn’t want to disturb you from your sleep. If your first instinct is to get out of bed and fetch her the tea she takes every morning, she will most definitely kill for you.
shadow weaver spending all her time lurking in her evil garden and teaching people dark magic is such a goddamn aesthetic
Shadow weaver would look really cool in your style imo🥺
She’s a horrible person, but sometimes I can’t help but fawn over her.
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I JUST FKCING LOVE SHADOW WEAVER. I LOVE HER SO MUCHC. I cANT HOLD IT IN EVERYTIME SHES ON SCREEN I JUST DJJDKSLANDJDKCOVKANQKWLSNSBSNSJS KLOVE HER . I LOVE HER SSO FCKIG MUCH
Shadow weaver shitpost
You and your Professor learning illegal magic ~
my brain is massive it has no boundaries
Okay but look at that face; she is so scared it breaks my heart.
“You must decide for yourself what kind of queen you will be.”