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Fan Fiction / Five Years
« on: January 10, 2018, 06:45:42 PM »
a lil platonic valduggery for ye
(written before resurrection)

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New Members / Apparently It's Okay To Make A New One For Returning
« on: June 21, 2017, 03:51:58 PM »
It's been... two months, I think? I MISSED YOU ALL.

General Works / Poetry & Prose (Marfach)
« on: December 18, 2016, 02:35:53 PM »
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[NIL] he
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[X] and,
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[IX] hands
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[VIII] The Melting
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[VII] pine
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[VI] beautiful faces
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[V] smile
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[IV] fear
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[III] Burst Pen
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[II] The Sea
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[I ] forgetful
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Fan Art / Chimera's Creations
« on: December 17, 2016, 05:35:53 PM »
Because alliteration is the way to go.

So, these are them. They're not digital and they're not great, but taa-daa!

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Fan Fiction / Rekindled (M) (SPOILERS)
« on: December 12, 2016, 02:56:29 PM »
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we who have seen war never stop seeing it.
may the gods have mercy on my enemies, because I won't.

"This is far from good," Marfach muttered, and those around the table erupted. She took no notice. "Those who played a major part in The War are returning."

"The war heroes," Larrikin put in, but Shudder shook his head.

"There are no heroes in war."

» In which Shudderkin is proven to be real,
» Erskine attempts to mend his sister's broken soul,
» Jordyn interviews the no-longer-dead Dead Men,
» Hopeless comes to terms with the twenty first century,
» the man with the golden eyes receives multiple bashings,
» and Skulduggery tries to figure out why he has skin on his bones once more.

» And one more thing: Mevolent is back.

PROLOGUE: The [Not So] Dead Men

Why are you wearing your façade in the house?

Skulduggery Pleasant woke up from his meditation, if woke up would be how one would describe it, with his suit feeling slightly tighter than it had before. He did not pay any attention to it, however, as he made his way to the kitchen, where somebody was making quite the racket.

Valkyrie Cain stood, white lightening dancing between her fingertips as she glared at the half pizza on the counter. If Skulduggery had an eyebrow to raise, he would have. Valkyrie turned to him with a huff and a bit of a glare. "I have two questions for you," she stated, the light in her hands dying down as she placed her hands on her hips. "No," she corrected herself, "I actually have three. The first two are quite simple: why are you raising your eyebrow at me, and why do you have your façade on in the first place?"

Pleasant felt himself frowning at his partner, saying, "I'm not wearing my façade."

"Eh, hate to break it to you, but you are." Valkyrie returned his frown, "Is it broken?"

Skulduggery shook his head as he made his way over to the mirror. It had been working fine last time he checked. The face that looked back at the detective did not just startle him - it shocked him. It was a face that was almost unfamiliar to him, and yet he recognised every part of it. From the brown curly hair to the ocean blue eyes, the slope of the nose to the red-tinted cheeks, Skulduggery Pleasant knew his own face. He could not help the scream that escaped his mouth as he staggered backwards, Cain watching him with a very puzzled look on her face.

You died. You are dead. You cannot be here.

The golden-eyed man stirred, lifting his head from where it lay, a groan escaping from his lips. His head pounded as he sat up, where he appeared to have fallen asleep on a hotel room floor. This alone seemed odd, but could have been due to alcohol. The only thing that stopped him assuming so, was the fact that he thought he could remember dying.

The pain in his head lessened considerably as he stood, and saw that he was not alone in the room. Lying in the single bed, a young looking woman slept, her brown hair spread out around her head and a knife held loosely in her hand. It was with shock that the man watched his sleeping sister.

"Mar?" he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper, yet enough to wake the necromancer. She sat up quickly, wide-eyed as she brandished the blade in front of her. Marfach faltered, however, when she took in who it was that stood before her. "Erskine?" she asked, the shock clear on her face. Erskine Ravel nodded to her, but his sister's face closed up as she beheld him.

"This is an illusion," she muttered, shaking her head vigorously. "This is not real. It is not."

Chimera Marfach trembled as she spoke, and Erskine was not all that happy to see his sister so distressed. Moving closer to her, he asked, "Mar? What's the matter?" His words made her freeze. "Erskine," she mumbled, dropping the blade, "it is you."

I could have sworn you died.

I could have sworn the same thing.

Larrikin was struggling greatly with the kettle. He didn't know why it was doing it, but it had suddenly started spewing water everywhere. Hot water. Yelping as he scalded himself, Lar yanked the plug out of its socket and stepped away quickly, straight into a laughing man.

Jumping away in shock, Larrikin's jaw dropped as he looked at Anton Shudder, who was chuckling. His eyes filled with tears and he was silent until his foot landed in a pool of the water and he screamed again.

What a lovely face you have there.

Hopeless woke quite differently to the others. All of a sudden, his eyes opened and he took a breath, only to have his mouth fill with water. He panicked only slightly as he began swimming upwards, the sun shining through the murky water and assuring him that he was near the surface.

Once his head broke the water he took a deep breath, spotting the shore in the distance. His lungs hurt and he had no doubt that his limbs would tire as he swam to the land, and yet he welcomed the ache that would surely come. It only meant that he was alive.

The scarred love of my life.

Tanith Low held her sword tight in her hands she leapt across the rooftops, leading the creature away from the mortals. It was hot on her heels as she ran down the wall of one building, sprinting to a large field, away from the sleeping people. She spun to face the vampire, her sword already raised.

The pale beast growled at her, showing off its jagged fangs. In Tanith's spare hand, she held a needle. "I like your shoes," she told it, lunging with the needle raised. It snapped and growled but she stayed away from its mouth as she dodged around it, plunging the needle into its neck. The serum made its way into the creature's blood but it wouldn't take effect for a while, as it had already shifted.

Snarling, it sliced its claws through the air, and Tanith jumped backwards just in time. She raised her sword, parrying and blocking the vampire's attack. Yet she was merely human, and the serum didn't seem to be working. Her back hit against the fencing of the field and she flipped over it, hoping that the small barricade would give her some time.

As it was, she didn't need it, as the vampire fell to the ground due to a blow to the back of its head delivered by a scarred man. At the sight of him, Tanith Low began to sob. "Oh my God," she cried, "oh my God, it's you."

I murdered you.

Saracen Rue blinked once, twice - several times, before confirming that he was indeed breathing and was indeed alive. Somehow, he knew that he had died, and somehow he knew that the girl that stood in front of him was the one that killed him. "Emma?"

Skulduggery Pleasant's daughter spun around to face him, a stunned look on her face. Yet she didn't ask any questions as she informed her that she was no longer Emma Pleasant. "It's Eternity now," she told him, with a little insane laugh.

"You killed me," Rue stated, and the girl grinned.

"I did," she whispered, "and I'll do it again."

The man who knew things took off running as Eternity giggled to herself.

Fan Fiction / Panorama (Erskine and his [OC] sister) (M)
« on: November 13, 2016, 08:31:39 PM »
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Little bit of backgroud: Melancholia St Clair has decided to start bringing people back from the dead. Some she has forced to do her bidding, others she's just brought back for the craic. Blah blah, the rest isn't important. She's not even in this.
Chimera Marfach is Erskine's sister. Annie was his wife. She gave birth to a girl named Oblivion Armageddon while she was alive.

Chimera is keeping something from her brother. Actually, he's sure that she's keeping many things, but this is different. This time, she's mad at him.

He watches her nervously as she makes tea, her movements stiff and almost disjointed. The kitchen is quiet, all he can hear is the sound of the kettle boiling, the hot water sloshing into mugs and the slight cling as she stirs milk into two cups. Once finished, Marfach places a mug down in front of him with such force that he winces, expecting the ceramic to smash.

Painfully aware of his sister's every movement, Erskine Ravel keeps his eyes on the rim of his mug, worried of what he will see if he raises his golden eyes to hers. And so he sits, tense like a coiled jack-in-the-box, waiting for her to spring. She sips her tea, and he senses her cold gaze on him, making him anxious. He knots his hands together on his lap - a nervous habit both siblings share.

The tension in the room is so thick, one could cut it with a knife. Marfach does so, though with a dagger. The blade spins past Erskine's head and lodges itself firmly in the door frame behind him. He jumps and raises his head.

Usually, this would be when she'd give him a smug smile and tell him of some tale that she'd either lived through or read about. But her usual grin is absent, her golden eyes void of emotion as she looks him over once - twice - and sips her tea again.

Finally, he can't stand it any longer. The man with the golden eyes clears his throat, terrified of whatever it is his sister has to say. She raises her eyebrows at him, not divulging any information. He shuffles in his seat awkwardly, his hands so tightly entwined that his knuckles are turning white.

Chimera stands and boils the kettle again. Erskine's tea is going cold.

After a moment of Chimera tapping her fingertips against the counter top, Erskine clears his throat again. His eyes settle on his sister's and he falters. His voice trembles as he mutters, "What is it?" He isn't sure if he wants the answer, but he knows he has to ask nonetheless.

The younger mage pauses for a moment, her tapping continuing, though somehow sounding louder to her brother's ears, a steady thrum thrum thrum that pounds in his head and reverberates down his spine. Abruptly, the noise falters before stopping altogether. Her voice sends shards of pain into his head, searing through his mind.

"I was talking to Serpine," she says, her voice soft. He can't figure out if this the calm before the storm - or the storm itself, deadly in its finesse and cold calculation. Erskine may not be one of the good guys, but he is nowhere near the level of his sister, who is well-skilled at breaking people.

He cannot meet her hard stare as he swallows, eyes fixed on the cold tiled ground beneath his bare feet. The dust dances slightly as Chimera takes a step towards him, swaying at her disturbance. His mind is fixed on the fact that he needs to hoover.

Better to be thinking of that than other things, anyway. It's best not to let his mind wander onto...

Chimera ruins it. She tends to ruin a lot of things, "What would Annie think?"

The floor is suddenly too cold, the tense air between him and his sister heavy with rays and disappointment. What would Annie think? His Annie? He doesn't know. And he doesn't want to.

He doesn't feel his legs give out beneath him, only knows that he is standing one minute and the next, he is not. Erskine is finding breathing difficult, his throat tight and his chest even tighter. He remembers someone else who was tight...

He feels awful. Guilt flows through his veins and dishonesty is as common to him as the air he breathes. For Erskine is in love. Not with Nefarian Serpine. That is the worst thing: he has no excuse for taking his wife's murderer to bed.

His sister reaches a hand down to him and he grasps it, borrowing her strength to pull himself up. He is stunned that either of them have any strength left. Slowly, he moves to sit down and Chimera makes herself another cup of tea. There's a weight on Erskine's shoulders that he can't seem to shake. For centuries, he's bundled up his love inside of him, pretended that it didn't exist. And then he slept with the man who had made him a widower in the first place.

He had brought shame down on his own shoulders, a crippling pain on his spine that makes him wish to bend over backwards so as not to allow it burden him. Instead, he sits up straighter and tries his very best not to let it cripple him.

He has tried so very hard not to bring shame down on his family's crest. And he has failed. Erskine Ravel is without hope. Slowly, ever so slowly, his sister wishes him goodnight and leaves him alone with his cold tea and lack of soul. He holds no hope in his heart, which is quite ironic, really.

Erskine Ravel is in love with Hopeless.

And in turn, the hope has seeped out of him, leaving him with a numb, hollow heart, and nothing but shame to fill the void in his being.

Fan Fiction / Oíche Shamhna
« on: November 12, 2016, 01:45:13 PM »
Tanith Low withdrew her sword from the pumpkin and grinned, "What do you think?" she asked turning it around.

Tanith had always been good at carving pumpkins, and this year had been no different. Her blood splattered sword had added an extra affect to the overall aesthetic.

The pumpkin was a perfect look alike of Skulduggery Pleasant.

Skulduggery, the one who had comforted her that morning after she woke from her nightmare. He'd wrapped her in his bony embrace and sang to her. It had felt good to be comforted like that.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he had asked, and she had nodded.

"The shadows.." she said, "the shadows came to life, and they struck, one by one. Valkyrie, China, Fletcher, Saracen. They were all struck down." Her voice stumbled a bit on the last line, "The shadows killed them."

Skulduggery had tensed, before tilting his head at her, sympathetically, "I'm sorry you had to see that," he said. "Will we go see them?"

Most of them had been lying on couches downstairs, except for China, obviously. No couches for her. It took a while for Tanith to accept that they weren't dead.

Valkyrie woke first. She looked pale, and immediately slumped over to the coffee machine. Saracen woke not long after, and watched Cain. "Val?" he said, "you look like a ghost."

"I feel like one, too," she mumbled, which earned a chuckle from Rue. Skulduggery just tilted his head and Tanith merely accepted the mug of coffee that was handed to her. She needed it, she was seeing hazy outlines around Val and Rue.

Dexter Vex woke and stretched, and Tanith was painfully aware of the white haze she could see surrounding him. Fletcher was next, and again all she could think about was how pale he looked.

When Valkyrie saw her fiancé stretching on the couch she laughed. "Your hair, Fletch," she pointed out. He went to the refrigerator to check it, and gave out a shriek. "Agh, look at it."

Everyone did. "No," he exclaimed, "don't look, don't look." He ran out of the room, hiding his hair with his hands.

"This is what I have to live with," Valkyrie muttered, "he's basically Jedward."

Saracen chuckled and Skulduggery said, "Jedward?"

"Yes," Val muttered, "Jedward. Y'know, Lipstick?" Skulduggery shook his head and Val covered her face with her hands, "Don't tell me I have to play it."

"You don't have to play it," Skulduggery said.

"Don't make me play it," Valkyrie warned.

"You don't have to play it," Dexter repeated.

"Fine," she exclaimed, "I'm playing it."

Walking to the iPod and docking station in the corner of the counter, Val scrolled through a heap of music to get to Jedward's Lipstick.

And then she pressed play. "Oh my God," Skulduggery said.

Not half way through the song, China Sorrows entered the room, looking beautiful as ever, though she was still in her pyjamas. "The racket woke me," she informed them as they listened to Fletcher sing along with the song from upstairs.

Once they had all woken up properly, Cain lugged a heap of Hallowe'en decorations from some place in Gordon Edgley's old house.

They spent a couple of hours decorating the house.

While Tanith was stringing up cobwebs, she became aware of someone watching her. Turning around, she gave a shriek when she saw the man's scarred face.

"You're dead," she told Ghastly Bespoke.

"Is it not the Day of the Dead?" he asked, "the day the dead are closest to you? The day you can see them?"

Low nodded as tears sprung to her eyes, and Bespoke wrapped his arms around her.

Skulduggery watched them from a distance, a little girl holding onto his hand. When Tanith saw them there, her eyes widened and she whispered to Pleasant, "Is this?"

He nodded.

Bending down, she smiled at the girl, "Hi," she said, "My name is Tanith."

"Tanith Low," the girl said and she nodded. "My father has told me stories of you, on this day when I am with him."

Tanith smiled, "Nothing bad, I hope.'

A smile played on the girl's lips and she shook her head, "He says you're one of the best warriors he has ever known."

That brought some colour to Tanith's cheeks. Ghastly stood beside her, "Niamh," he greeted the girl.
"Bespoke," she replied.

"Niamh.." Tanith whispered, "of Tír na nÓg. The land of the young."

Skulduggery nodded, "The land where no one grows old."

Tanith's breath hitched in her throat as she watched Skulduggery's daughter, Niamh.

"Well," the little girl said, "do you get trick 'r treaters here?"

Tanith shook her head.

"All the more for me," Niamh called, running through the halls.

Skulduggery chuckled as he followed her, Tanith and Ghastly by his side, Tanith holding onto Bespoke's hand for dear life.

Hours of Hallowe'en games followed, and Niamh chatted merrily to everyone the whole time. Tanith stuck close to Ghastly.

"Where's his wife?" Tanith asked him, not sure if she wanted an answer.

"His wife...doesn't come," Ghastly told her, sorrow in his voice, "he can't bear to see the two of them."

Tanith nodded slowly, "All right."

"Guys," Niamh called, "you're next for dunk the apple."

Carving pumpkins was the favourite, heaps and heaps of them had been stacked up, of all shapes and sizes. Tanith was the best at them, she carved portraits of her friends.

As the clock hit the hour she withdrew her sword from the pumpkin and grinned. "What do you think?" she asked, turning it around.

Skulduggery was the only one there. "Where is everyone?" she asked, worry lacing her voice, "Where are they gone?"

"That hour was midnight Tanith," he told her, "they're gone."

"But the others," she insisted, "Val and China, Vex, Sarc and Fletcher?"

"They're dead," Skulduggery said, the pain clear in his voice, "They were killed by shadows late last night."

"No.." Tanith whispered, her eyes widening, "No."

"They're with Niamh and Ghastly now, Tanith. They're in Tír na nÓg, the land where nobody grows old."

Posted on wattpad. Warning: written by a very young me.

Fan Fiction / Collab Fic (PLEASE READ)
« on: November 12, 2016, 07:11:51 AM »
What's this, you ask?
Why, only what is soon to be the greatest Skulduggery Pleasant fan fiction EVER.

It's quite simple.

I'm sure you're all aware of those stories told around campfires, each line told by a different person while the flames dance, creating a sort of magic that can only be found in the sharing of tales.
Yes? Deadly.

That's what we plan to do - only, we're taking a chapter per person and having some fun.

A complete improv book written by YOU.
All you have to do is put your name down for a chapter by PMing me, saying something along the lines of "I wish to write a chapter for the grand fic", followed by your favourite Skulduggery quote.
You'll be assigned a chapter, and once the chapter before yours has been published, you will be notified that you have one week in which to write, edit and put up your part.

 *Skull*  Chapters should be no more than 1,000 words MAXIMUM.
 *Ghastly*  For obvious reasons, your piece must not contradict previously posted chapters. If chapter three states that the Bentley is unfixable, chapter five must not show Mr Pleasant driving around in the Bentley.
 *Dusk*  All pieces must also contain no harsh cursing or mature scenes.
 *KS*  They must not be told from Skulduggery's point of view.
 *Texan*  Though RP OCs may be briefly mentioned, they must not become major plot points or large characters
 *China*  You may volunteer for more than one chapter, but they will not be consecutive.

Other than that: have fun and go wild!

Until the End,
Chimera xx

"There’s no such thing as winning or losing. There is won and there is lost, there is victory and defeat. There are absolutes. Everything in between is still left to fight for. Serpine will have won only when there is no one left to stand against him. Until then, there is only the struggle, because tides do what tides do–they turn."

Chapter list:
Prologue: marfach
Chapter one: Isfet Lethe
Chapter two: Largetha Murdock
Chapter three:
Chapter four:
Chapter five:
Chapter six:
Chapter seven:
Chapter eight:
Chapter nine: SovereignCeadus
Chapter ten:
More to be added as the story continues

The wattpad fanclub version

New Members / new
« on: September 03, 2016, 07:46:19 AM »
heyooo, I'm not all that sure how to use this to be honest.

*pales* it's a little different to wattpad threads

but hey! I'm Chimera, lovely to meet you all.

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