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Swiftica: Made another pair of icons for @king-scourge and I :3 

Unfortunately, because of how I drew them, I had to adjust Shadow’s icon so you can see his full muzzle. He takes up just that much more space than Scourge that if I made it properly 50/50, a large portion of Shadow’s muzzle woulda been cut off.

Gemstone Hub

New hub for the blogs AskShadandSilv, DiamondBrothers, RebornAshandDarkness, and link-out to SonicServiceAnimals

He stopped whatever he had been planning and turned to his love,pulling him into a light hug. “Hey babe~ i love you..”

@askshadandsilv

Today was to be like any other day, here at the G.U.N. Headquarters. That was until a strange power source was detected. It was chaotic, much like shadow’s. But something was different. The stats of the power kept changing. It was unpredictable. Therefore, it had to be captured and kept under surveillance.

That power, was Rupert. Rupert had been wandering from town to town, looking for some meaning in his life. He was ordering coffee when he was captured. He didn’t even get to drink it. Such a waste of money.

Mun: Why not make it a Shadow party? *shoves my Shadow forward*

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THREE DRUNK SHADOWS YES

Swiftica: The Royal Family :3

King Scourge, Queen Shadow and Prince Draven!

OPEN STARTER

Though Shadow often kept Silver on a tight leash, there were moments when the young telekinetic managed to sneak out while his partner was distracted. Being that they hybrid had an infant and a passed out angel to worry about, that night was one such moment. Quickly tossing on his dark teal jacket, Silver slipped out the front door and hurried out of the building. 

Once outside, the ivory hedgehog looked up at the building before scurrying off into the city. He’d been safe and stayed in the upperclass parts of the city, where it was unlikely to encounter any dangerous people. But that night, Silver was feeling bold. He ventured further than usual. The streets became grimier. Walls were tagged up in colourful but hard to read words. He could feel dangerous eyes on him, unsettling him. But he knew that if he turned around too quickly, it could be more dangerous than if he were to ‘round the block in order to return the upper class district. 

He kept his head low, eyes to the sidewalk so as to avoid eye contact with anyone. Though he doubted it’d help. He stood out like a light in the dark of night, his bright ivory fur practically a beacon to all he passed and whom passed him.