#shadow powers

[wilko222]

just look how terrified they are

when they see how many eyes are on him thys must have been so much of power used by H.E.D.

[herushingu]

I missed these

I think he did too 🔥

[paintdust]

Happy October! Let me set the mood here properly with the first prompt from my #emotober list:

🖤 Shadow Wolf 🖤

Tara has shadow powers and as much as I am obsessed with that concept, it’s been a pain to render it in my art the way I crave. I think this one… finally brought it together. Very chaotic and smoky. Also the most red I’ve ever used in a single illustration LOL.

[tomieeky9]

loving the idea of bianca using chinese shadows as her main powers, like, she making a hawk, or a serpent, or a hellhound, or a harpy... she's one with the shadows and she loves it!!

[gaeforwom3n]

۶ৎ | Shadows Don't Burn, Light Doesn't Break

۶ৎ pairing: jackieshauna

۶ৎ author's note: i hope you see the vision too

The rooftop was quiet except for the hum of the city below. Jackie hovered just above the cracked stone ledge, light flickering faintly at her fingertips, more nervous energy than anything useful. She hadn’t seen Shauna in years, not since the accident, not since everything broke apart.

But Shauna was already there, half-hidden in the corner where the neon glare couldn’t reach. Her silhouette rippled with darkness, the city lights bending away from her like they were afraid to touch her.

“You came,” Jackie said, her voice too soft, too hopeful.

Shauna didn’t move. “Don’t sound so surprised. I don’t ignore threats just because you’re involved.”

The words cut sharper than Jackie expected, but she forced a smile anyway, the one she used to hide the sting. “Still the same, huh? Brooding on rooftops, glaring at anyone who gets too close.”

A shadow curled lazily around Shauna’s wrist, like it was alive. “And you’re still blindingly optimistic. Some things don’t change.”

Jackie flinched at the edge under the words. She wanted to bridge the space between them, to step forward and say I’m sorry, but then the rooftop seemed to tilt, the old memory hitting like a punch: the fire, the screams, the way their powers had collided instead of saving him.

She shoved it down. “We need to work together. This new villain, whoever’s behind the mind control attacks, they’re strong. Too strong for either of us alone.”

Shauna finally stepped into the half-light, her eyes unreadable. “Work together?” she repeated, like the words were poison. “Last time we tried that, people died.”

Jackie’s chest tightened. “You think I don’t remember? Every day, Shauna. Every. Day.” Her hand glowed brighter, the light trembling with the force of her emotion. “But if we let the past stop us, more people will die.”

For a moment, the only sound was the wind. Shauna’s shadows twined tighter around her like armor, but her voice dropped, softer now, almost reluctant.

“You always were too damn stubborn,” Shauna muttered. Then, almost against her will, her eyes flicked up to meet Jackie’s and something unspoken passed between them, heavy and sharp, but also fragile.

Jackie let out a shaky breath. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

The rooftop lights buzzed faintly, caught between brightness and shadow, just like the two of them.

Neither moved closer. Not yet. But for the first time in years, they weren’t walking away either. 

____

The old gym smelled like dust and rusted metal. Shauna had picked it, of course, out of the way, half-forgotten, shadows thick in every corner. Jackie’s light illuminated the space, spilling across broken mirrors and old punching bags.

“You sure about this?” Jackie asked, stretching her fingers until they shimmered faintly. “Training together again?”

Shauna rolled her shoulders, stepping into the ring like she belonged there. “Better we screw up here than in the field. Besides..” her mouth curved in a dry smirk, “I want to see if you’ve gotten sloppy.”

Jackie forced a laugh, though her stomach twisted. The last time they’d “trained,” it had ended in disaster. Still, she raised her hands. “Fine. Don’t hold back.”

Shauna didn’t.

Shadows lashed forward like serpents, forcing Jackie to throw up a glowing shield. The impact rattled through her arms, the darkness hissing against the light. Jackie countered with a burst, brilliant and sharp, but Shauna was already gone, melting into the corner, reappearing behind her with a sweep of darkness that nearly knocked her off her feet.

“Still predictable,” Shauna said, her voice echoing from everywhere and nowhere.

Jackie spun, frustrated. “Still dramatic.” She flared her palms, flooding the room with blinding radiance. For a second, all the shadows vanished, Shauna included.

But then a tendril of darkness wrapped around Jackie’s ankle and yanked. She hit the mat hard, breath punched from her lungs.

Shauna was suddenly over her, one knee pressing into Jackie’s side to pin her down, shadows curling like chains. Jackie’s light flared instinctively, fighting back, but in the tight space between them, it was too much, too hot, too close. The air crackled with tension, light and shadow colliding and sparking like electricity.

Jackie froze. Shauna’s face hovered inches from hers, eyes hard but glinting with something else, something Jackie didn’t dare name.

“Careless,” Shauna murmured, but her voice had lost its edge.

Jackie swallowed, her light dimming, softer now, more like a glow than a weapon. “Or maybe…” she whispered, breath shaky, “…I just trust you not to finish the hit.”

For a heartbeat, Shauna didn’t move. Her shadows loosened, curling back like they’d heard something private. The distance between them felt unbearably thin, old anger, old grief, and something more dangerous simmering beneath it.

Then Shauna pulled away abruptly, standing in one smooth motion. “Don’t trust me,” she said, too quickly, too sharp. “Not yet.”

Jackie lay on the mat, heart hammering, the ghost of Shauna’s touch still burning against her side. She pushed herself up slowly, her light flickering uncertainly.

“Maybe,” Jackie said softly, “but I want to.”

Shauna’s shadow rippled across the floor like an unspoken answer.

____

The abandoned subway tunnels stank of damp concrete and rust. Jackie’s light cut through the darkness in wide arcs, bouncing off twisted tracks and broken tiles. Shauna moved ahead like a phantom, shadows wrapping around her like armor.

They’d tracked the villain here the illusionist responsible for turning allies against each other. But Jackie could feel it: the oppressive weight in the air, the way her light faltered against something unnatural.

“Careful,” Shauna said quietly, her hand brushing the wall. “This place isn’t what it looks like.”

Before Jackie could answer, the ground split beneath them. A wave of shadow surged forward wrong, alien, nothing like Shauna’s controlled darkness. Jackie threw up a shield, but the blast shattered it like glass.

They were hurled back, tumbling into separate corners of the collapsing tunnel. Jackie coughed, pain flaring in her ribs. Through the haze, she saw Shauna pinned under fallen concrete, shadows flickering weakly around her.

“Shauna!” Jackie scrambled, light trembling around her like a flickering flame. The villain’s illusion pressed harder, twisting the space into a nightmare. Jackie’s vision doubled one second, she saw Shauna reaching for her; the next, she saw Shauna turning away, eyes cold, abandoning her again.

It’s not real. It’s not real.

“Jackie!” Shauna’s voice cut through the noise, raw and desperate. “Focus on me. Just me!”

Jackie’s chest tightened. She staggered forward, hand outstretched, her light dimming under the weight of the illusion. Shauna’s shadows surged at the same time, trying to push back the invading dark but alone, they weren’t strong enough.

Jackie fell to her knees beside her, their hands colliding in the debris. For a moment, light and shadow bucked against each other like they always had oil and water, clashing, fighting.

But then Jackie closed her eyes, whispering: “I trust you.”

Shauna’s breath hitched. Her grip tightened.

Their powers flared light and shadow entwining, not battling but weaving, fusing into something new. The tunnel exploded with a silvery glow, shadows dancing within it like veins of midnight. The illusion shattered, the oppressive weight lifting all at once.

When the dust settled, they were both still on the floor, their hands clasped, the glow slowly fading. Jackie realized she was leaning into Shauna, foreheads almost touching, their breathing ragged in unison.

Shauna didn’t pull away this time. Her voice was low, almost a confession: “You shouldn’t trust me.”

Jackie smiled weakly, tears pricking at her eyes. “Too late.”

For a long moment, neither of them moved, caught in the fragile, dangerous quiet. Then, with the world still trembling around them, Jackie whispered:

“Tell me you didn’t feel that.”

Shauna’s shadows stirred, curling around Jackie’s wrist, not pulling away, but holding her there. “I felt it,” she admitted, almost painfully.

The silence that followed was heavy, charged. Neither of them dared break it.

The safehouse was quiet except for the hum of the old heater. Jackie sat at the edge of the cot, hands trembling as she pressed glowing fingertips to the bruises along Shauna’s ribs. The light pooled gently, warm and soothing, knitting skin back together.

Shauna hissed through her teeth but didn’t move. Shadows curled faintly at her ankles, restless, like they didn’t know whether to fight or protect.

“You’re reckless,” Shauna muttered. “Throwing yourself into the illusion like that. You could’ve gotten yourself killed.”

Jackie’s laugh was soft, tired. “Says the one who let half a tunnel fall on her.” She pulled her hand back, the glow dimming. “We both take risks, Shauna. We always have.”

Their eyes met then, closer than either intended. For a moment, the air between them felt fragile, like one wrong word could shatter it.

Jackie’s voice softened. “But today… we didn’t fall apart. For once, we..” she swallowed, “we worked.”

Shauna looked away, jaw tight. “Don’t make it sound like more than it was.” But her voice cracked on the last word, betraying her.

Jackie reached out before she could think better of it, fingertips brushing Shauna’s hand. Not glowing this time. Just… touch. Human.

Shauna froze, shadows rippling like startled birds. Then, slowly, her fingers curled back around Jackie’s, hesitant but deliberate.

“You scare me,” Shauna whispered, barely audible. “Not the powers. You.”

Jackie’s breath caught. “Why?”

“Because every time I get close,” Shauna said, her eyes lifting finally, raw and unguarded, “I remember what it felt like to lose you.”

For once, Jackie didn’t have an answer. She only leaned in, closing the space inch by inch, giving Shauna every chance to pull away. Shauna didn’t.

Their lips met tentatively at first, more question than kiss. But then Shauna’s shadows curled around Jackie’s back, holding her there, and Jackie’s light flared softly between them, not blinding, not burning, just warm.

When they finally pulled apart, both were breathing hard, foreheads resting together.

Jackie smiled shakily. “So… still think we don’t work?”

Shauna’s laugh was rough, almost bitter, but her hand didn’t let go. “We’re a disaster,” she said. Then, quieter: “But maybe we’re our disaster.”

The shadows and light around them settled together, not clashing this time just coexisting.

[properdawn]

[OC] a more proper sketch of Dahlia (again, WIP name). I’m quite liking how she’s coming along

[c00lgv1]

About me (pjo):

Y’all this is the old intro and not as formatted as good so just check out the pinned post. Here is just now for more info. Love y’all

Name: αστρολουλουδα (astroloulouda, which means starflower) Yume σκοτάδι (skotádi)

Favorite nicknames: αστεριού (asterioú, which means star in Greek), Habibi/Habibti, Yume, αστέρι (astéri)

Type: demiprimordial (a demigod child of a primordial that is stronger than the rest of the primordial’s other demigod children and legacies) (demititans are stronger than most of the other children and legacies, especially if their a child of a titan, and demigod+legacies are your usual)

Child of Nyx

Blessed by Hestia and Nyx

Pronouns and gender orientation: he/she/they or we/us (usually only used by them and their head/bodymates), xenofluid/artemian

Sexual orientation: diamoric/aroace (they do experience romantic/sexual attraction, just only for one person only)

Partner: Isis Te Ario

Height: 6’8 ft aka 182.88 cm

Age: around 16-18 years old

Skin type: vitiligo

Ethnicity: Liberian, Ivorian (Ivory Coast), Hawaiian, Polynesian, Persian, Ålandic, Native American/Indigenous (Diné), and Greek

Languages they can speak: Spanish, Greek, Japanese, Hawaiian, French, Arabic, Khoisan, Russian, Irish, Swedish, Danish, Finnish, Norwegian, Icelandic, and Diné bizaad (Navajo language)

Birthday: Chinese New Year during a total eclipse (2007).

Powers: Umbrakinesis (power to control shadows), Umbraportation (power to teleport between shadows, basically shadow traveling but can go farther without getting as tired), Darkness solidification (that one explains itself), Pyrokinesis (the ability to control fire), Pyroportation (the ability to teleport through fire), and Fire breathing (that one explains itself). Because they are a demiprimordial, they were blessed with the ability to create and control/manipulate stars, which also allows them to know a lot of stars and be able read the stars easily. This is called χειραγώγηση δημιουργίας αστεριών (cheiragógisi dimiourgías asterión, meaning star creation manipulation in Greek) but is shortened down to αστέρι δημιουργία (astéri dimiourgía, meaning star create). They also gain telapathy

Powers (for those who don’t want to read through the explanation):

Umbrakinesis

Umbraportation

Darkness solidification

Pyrokinesis

Pyroportation

Fire breathing

Telapathy

χειραγώγηση δημιουργίας αστεριών (it would be good to check the explanation for this one)

Traits (things that come with being a demigod of ____): superhuman strength, senses, reflexes, speed, agility, endurance and durability in general, these traits are also enhanced during the night. Children of Nyx can absorb shadows to make them into a superhuman with strength that can rival that of Heracles. Also more powerful at night.

Fighting style: anything, can make it out of shadows and darkness. If that fails (they can’t get it to solidify), their hairstick can turn into any weapon they want.

Weapons: 416-C Carbine, khopesh, bow and arrow, trident, 4-Bore rifle (one bullet from it is about the size of a Campbell soup can)

Suffers from: Autism, ADHD, Dyslexia, severe Depression, Anxiety, DID, OCD, Separation Anxiety, Enochlophobia, severe chronic Insomnia, minor colorblindness, suicidal thoughts and ideations, Atelophobia, Athazagoraphobia, Kakorrhaphiophobia, Kenophobia (associated with lore), Lethophobia (also associated with lore), Social Anxiety, Social Phobia, a very small bit of Hypnophobia, Pupaphobia (also associated with lore), Autophobia, Age Regression, eating disorder

Songs that represents them: Fire on Fire by Sam Smith, Boys Feel Sad Too by Rosendale, Stitches by Shawn Mendes, Born to Die by Lana Del Ray, The Moon Will Sing by The Crane Wives

Favorite songs: My R by Lollia, 2 Days Into College (nightcore) by Neko, Sailor Song by Gigi Perez

Fatal flaw: the issue to trust anyone except their half-siblings. This is because during a war, gods and goddesses talk to them to try to convince them to come to their side due to the power they have. αστεριού only trusts underworld deities and Hestia+Hephaestus+Dionysus

Current voice claims: Katniss from The Hunger Games, Lucy Gray Baird from The Hunger Games (https://youtu.be/xcpLoLRfUTw), Megan Thee Stallion

It’s basically Rachel Zegler with a hint of Megan Thee Stallion

Aesthetic:

Fun facts:

Zeus is scared of Nyx and her children, so he’s scared of them.

They have dyed hair and wear a crown made by Morpheus.

Nyx, her husband, and their children are protective of αστεριού because they’re the first mortal child (Nyx/Erebus)/sibling (the children). This also applies to any of the demigod children of them, like Morpheus, Aether, Hypnos, Thanatos, etc. because they are suicidal

They often smuggle in alcohol for Mr. D and his kids, because it is literal torture to keep a god from their domain.

They are close with anyone from the Hecate cabin.

The way they were conceived was the Fates took a bit of their mom’s DNA and put it into a child.

Can intimidate monsters into either leaving them alone or helping them, making them valuable to go on quests, though they only go on ones with a Dionysus camper

They have selective mutism

Are an agere (not often)

They have some tattoos (shown in the aesthetic)

Weird facts about children of Nyx:

Their eyes glow in the dark.

They are connected to the stars so when a child, legacy, or champion of Nyx dies, they become a constellation associated with that star. Only demigods, supernatural, and clearsighted people can see the constellation

Each child of Nyx is born under a star, and αστεριού was born under Polaris, signifying their power.

Chdlren of Nyx drink the blood of monsters.

Children of Nyx are affected by light and especially light pollution.

Children of Nyx have the ability to change their gender and reproductive organs, though it takes some time to adjust to the feeling of their organs shifting.

Hanahaki flower/s (if you were to get hanahaki for them, this would be the flower you cough up)

Starflower

Coral honeysuckle

Backstory/lore bits: the Fates took a bit of Nyx’s DNA and added it to αστεριού. Once they were born, they were put out on the streets because their parents were disgusted by them. A homeless Japanese woman found αστεριού and took them in, naming them Yume, which means dream in Japanese. αστεριού called the woman Auntie, and she single-handedly raised them. Eventually she got a job and sent αστεριού to school. She had already been teaching them English and Japanese, and when she noticed that they had a proficiency in reading Greek, she bought a Greek dictionary that included the alphabet. Well, one day, Auntie was visited by the Fates, who explained their parentage and powers (they hadn’t gotten the fire ones yet). Shortly after, she died. When αστεριού found out, she was given her will, which gave them everything. It also included a letter to them telling them where to go. So they packed up and umbraported to CHB. There they were claimed and Dionysus took them into his cabin temporarily since there was no Nyx or Erebus cabin that anyone knew of. They met a legacy of the 9th goddess, a minor goddess over Wendigos and Skinwalkers, from the Native American pantheon (they have L O R E), who just immediately adopted them due to their Native American blood. They are called Wīhtikow.

Cabin: Zeus, being his usual dick self, told them they didn’t have a cabin, so Mr. D took them in temporarily. NOW THEY HAVE A CABIN! It’s sits on the edge of the woods, far from the rest, so they didn’t see it at first

Looks like:

Favorite campers: Superbstarlightsheep and ravensonofdionysus

Friends (help me add to this list by commenting and saying what name you want):

@mrsunshine17: Daniel, a really nice guy

@maggiemelodies09: Maggie, a really cool girl!

@lady-of-the-hunt19: Lady Artemis! One of my favorite goddesses

@goddess-queen-of-not-cheating: Lady Hera! Blessed me and Isis’ union

@brutus-of-roma: this is my kid now

Family (help me add to this list by commenting and saying what name you want):

@superbstarlightsheep (Jaxson, really fun to hang out with in the fields growing stuff)

@ravensonofhypnos (Ray’s nice, he helped me get used to the camp and hierarchy. Kept me from punching Zeus after I found it out)

@originalerebus (My new dad [I’ve never had one])

@morker-kid (my half/step sibling!)

@yes-im-hades (hades, my mentor in umbrakinesis)

@yes-im-nyx (MOM)

@god-of-smithing-and-cozy-vibes (Hephaestus, helping me with my pyrokinesis)

@epochus-god-of-time (Epochus, my big brother!)

@onlymythologypersonincamp (my sibling, Eve)

@melatonin-addiction (Estelle, also my sibling from my mom. Really has to stop breaking into my stash of melatonin)

@alexis-child-of-the-night (Alexis, another sibling on my mom’s side)

@messenger-and-rainbows (my partner’s mom)

Appearance: black hair with dyed light blue tips, vitiligo, always has a little shadow monster they call the 9th goddess (they are a OC Native American minor goddess of skinwalkers and wendigoes) or Wīhtikow following them. They wear a crop top, shorts, leg warmers, and a crown made and gifted by Morpheus. If they tie up their hair, they use a hair stick made by Erebus as a sign of acceptance into the family (each one of their children has one).

How they were claimed: told a bellhound (from Time and Time again, a WEBTOON) to sit and it obeyed. Now that bellhound, σκοτάδι (skotádi) helps protect the camp along with Mrs. O’Leary

Death (how they would go out, includes last words): Bleeding heavily from gashes and other wounds from monsters. Last words: I’m sorry guys. Just please remember to take care of σκοτάδι and that I’m proud of you.

Face credits: Amy Deanne

Hair tip color and hairstick credits: unfortunately I lost it

Appearance in Gacha Club (the app I use to make my characters since I can’t draw for crap and it won’t be colored even if I did)

Drawn by @little-ghostgirl-31

In case anyone is confused or wants to do a fanart of my character, their shirt actually wraps around their chest and the light part is the vitiligo pattern. Here is a picture of them with al their vitiligo patterns revealed. Please also try to include our little shadow, Wīhtikow.

Vitiligo patterns:

Their playlist:

αστεριού on Apple Music

Playlist · 300 Songs

Their shirt (pretend it’s black [credits: lost it]):

OOC cut:

Name: Faerywheel (preferred name)

Age: minor

Pronouns: he/she/they/fae/xe/zir/any (just ask)

Gender: multigender (will sometimes switch between genderfluid and pangender), faegender

Therian type: Fae, Wendigo, Cat, Chimera

Pronoun and name list: https://pronouns.cc/@Multigendermultishipper

[cockamamieschemes]

Last of the Inktober trades for 2025, featuring @corvusaurem's Calhoun! Had to draw someone spooky this year, and he fits the vibes perfectly! Can't wait to see what sort of mayhem he causes for the protags in Rocky Refuge 👀