#shadow strike au

[ninadove]

🦚 Feligami February 🐉

Day 2: In every universe

"I didn't fall in love with you.

I walked into love with you,

With my eyes wide open,

Choosing to take every step along the way.

I do believe in fate and destiny,

But I also believe we are only fated to do the things we'd choose anyway.

And I'd choose you;

In a hundred lifetimes,

In a hundred worlds,

In any version of reality,

I'd find you and

I'd choose you."

— The Chaos of Stars, by Kiersten White

For my partner in crime @paracosmicat! 💜

[grahamdefamily]

“I love theatre,” he admitted, like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “And magic, and singing… Any kind of performing arts, really.”

He bit his lip, ashamed of the confession that would follow.

“I think I always wanted to be the centre of attention. It’s not easy when you’re one of a pair… But I wasn’t allowed to. My father considered it 'acting up'. It didn’t serve a tangible purpose to him, so I had to stop, or he would —”

He cut himself in the middle of his sentence, letting out a sigh. Ultimately, he wasn’t nearly as brave as he pretended to be.

“So, I started reading. Plays mostly, and librettos, and soon enough it was everything I could get my hands on, with a story I could relate to. I just wanted someone to notice me.”

Shadow Strike — Chapter 12: Saturnia 🎨

[paracosmicat]

Awakening this. Awakening that. 

I want to talk about that time Felix went to Adrien before Colt died and revealed the entire plot to him and they decided to take down Gabriel that same day. 

[thebiscuitlabryinth]

"...We're two sides of the same coin, aren't we?"

The whispered confession falls clumsily out of Pure Vanilla's mouth, almost dragged out, bitterly sweet and strange on his tongue. The words are addressed to his own stained candy glass visage, spilling tendrils of bright blue light across the Solarium of Unity despite the almost suffocating darkness invading the rest of the space.

He knows this isn't really the Solarium of Unity, and he knows he isn't just speaking to a window. The lurking shadows, thick like molasses and blinking every once in a while, give that away. Even if it didn't, there is a haziness here that exists only in dreams, and a lack of the deep tiredness that has been plaguing him as of late.

"Oh, are you finally ready to admit that?" Sure enough, Shadow Milk Cookie's voice comes from all sides, far too cheerful. The candy glass melts and warps before him, the blues darkening until Shadow Milk stands in his place, far more detailed than the artisan silhouette he replaced. His grin is mocking as he looks down at Pure Vanilla, who cannot help but feel uncomfortable at the sight of their appearances blurring together like that, even though he had been expecting something along those lines. "Too bad though – you can't admit something that's wrong!"

"Huh?" It catches Pure Vanilla by surprise. It had been difficult emotionally, but logically straightforward to admit they were two sides of the same coin. He couldn't imagine how that could be wrong, and acting upon an old habit from his student days, he finds himself frantically unravelling that conclusion in his head again to figure out the issue.

Shadow Milk doesn't give him the chance, tutting as he shakes his head in mock disappointment. "You must have a brain in there, can't you use it?" He laments theatrically, contorting himself into an odd shape against the edge of the window pane. Then, again barreling on before Pure Vanilla can reply, "Look, think of it like this. To say we're two sides of the same coin means that we have similarities, even if we are otherwise opposites. That is true to an extent, but it makes our differences sound way more clear cut than they actually are. It may be easier for you to believe, but we aren't really opposites. That would imply I am not whole, and I can assure you, Soul Jam aside, I am just as I always was!"

Ah, so it's a matter of wording. Pure Vanilla isn't sure why he is entertaining this - no, it's because he doesn't want to give Shadow Milk the satisfaction of turning away from the truth. Even now, Shadow Milk's eyes squint cheekily at him, daring him to try and end the conversation.

"Then... we are made of the same components in a different composition." Pure Vanilla tries, a little frustrated with his own hesitance, but it is difficult to tell how Shadow Milk wants him to answer when he isn't making it blatantly obvious.

"So close!" Shadow Milk sighs dramatically as he snaps his head to the side so sharply it makes Pure Vanilla wince, imagining the cracks that would cause on any other Cookie. "But you're relying on technicalities. It's much simpler than that."

It dawns on Pure Vanilla, then, exactly what Shadow Milk is aiming for, the realisation making his insides crawl. He doesn't have to say it, not really, but he isn't sure what Shadow Milk will do if he doesn't, and he unfortunately doesn't have the ability to wake himself up on command.

So he takes a deep breath, fidgeting with his staff as he says, even less than a whisper yet twice as loud. "We're... We're the same. Is that what you wanted me to say?"

"Ding-ding-ding!" Shadow Milk trills, suddenly reaching through the candy glass to grip the window frame and lurching forward across the threshold, leaving a mess of shattered glass behind his head like a halo. It startles Pure Vanilla, who instinctively shifts his foot back, only to be instantly locked in place as the reaching shadows soldify around his legs, its eyes winking up at him playfully. His grip on his staff tightens, willing it to shed its light, the beginnings of panic stirring within him at the restraint. The staff does, but the shadows seem to eat the light without a problem.

Pure Vanilla is so distracted by the shadows that he doesn't notice Shadow Milk's hands until they grab his face. His heart jumps in alarm, and his eyes dart up to find half of Shadow Milk leaning down out of the window, far too close. He is grinning at him, wide and self-satisfied, and his hands are cold and harsh. "See, I knew you had a working brain! Yes, the right answer is that we are one and the same."

He pinches and pulls at his cheeks, and Pure Vanilla tries to cringe away, tries to manuver his staff between them. It doesn't work, if only because hands emerge from the darkness to anchor his staff too.

"But that isn't true." Pure Vanilla mumbles when he isn't able to wiggle his way out and Shadow Milk still shows no signs of stopping, hoping the argument will make him lose interest in his face. "I admit that there are similarities between us, but we aren't really the same."

Shadow Milk pauses, his grip tightening until it borders on pain, and for a moment, Pure Vanilla thinks he may have miscalculated.

But then Shadow Milk snickers to himself, releasing his face entirely and pulling back, his hands resting lightly over Pure Vanilla's shoulders. The brush of weight keeps Pure Vanilla from relaxing, but it is a bit of added distance, at least.

"Aren't we? Well, you are the biggest liar, so I should have expected you would lie to yourself too." Shadow Milk hums, almost sounding delighted at this turn in conversation. It unnerves Pure Vanilla, because he had assumed his disagreement would annoy him.

Instead, Shadow Milk smirks, his many eyes glinting gleefully at him. "Listen carefully, Vani, because here's the truth." He says, his voice dipping into a wicked purr that seems to shudder through Pure Vanilla's whole body. "All the things you hate that I have done, you have the capability of doing too. After all, you've already used people for your own gain, haven't you?" Shadow Milk leans closer with a condescending lilt to his words, shifting his hands so he can wrap his arms loosely over his shoulders, and Pure Vanilla freezes under the touch. "Oh, I know you think it was necessary, but you still sent those naive, tiny Cookies off to carry out your errands for you, regardless of the dangers. That's only a few steps behind what I've done, you know, making people dance to my tune. The only difference between us is severity and time."

The words sink heavily to Pure Vanilla's stomach, not quite true but not quite not true, and he feels a little lightheaded, fingers twitching against his staff. Maybe it's because of that, or maybe it's because of his discomfort from the close proximity, but he finds himself distracted by the way Shadow Milk is talking. He carries his usual air of showmanship, but it is nowhere near as exaggerated as during his brief takeover of the Faerie Kingdom. With his insistence of specificity, his mention of technicalities, his structured method of explaining things, he almost sounds like a–

"We are the same," Shadow Milk repeats, tilting his head to the side, the glow of his eyes burning holes through Pure Vanilla, "and one day, you'll end up just like me."

A scholar.

That makes sense – at some point, his virtue had been Knowledge, and nobody seeks it out as fervently as a scholar – but it still feels like a surprise. Pure Vanilla had always known that Shadow Milk was different, once, but only in the sense that the fact existed in the back of his mind.

"No rebuttal, hmm? Are you ready to accept that?" Shadow Milk asks smugly, slightly impatient with Pure Vanilla's lack of response, but mostly watching him expectantly, as if waiting for a bomb to go off.

Pure Vanilla has never thought about what Shadow Milk might have been like, before he became like this. There was no reason to even consider it. But now, he can't help but wonder, because while he cannot imagine this chaotic, brutal Beast, this great unknown evil, as anything else – Shadow Milk still carries echoes from a past life that he doesn't seem to notice enough to hide with his lies.

"...If we are the same," Pure Vanilla finally scrapes his thoughts together enough to reply, carefully, "then doesn't that make the opposite possible too? That, one day, you will become like me and return to the light?"

Shadow Milk blinks once, his face falling blank. He blinks again, all of his eyes in quick succession.

And then he throws his head back and laughs, the movement jostling Pure Vanilla in the process with his arms still firmly around his shoulders. It sounds unhinged, ricocheting across the room, but it is openly amused. It makes Pure Vanilla antsy, especially with how it rings in his ears like an explosion from their closeness.

He wonders if Shadow Milk's laugh was different, before everything. It must have been. He wonders what it sounded like, and immediately realises that he's being ridiculous. The realisation that a before exists seems to have opened the floodgates in his mind, and now thoughts of hypotheticals can't help flitting in.

"You say such silly, silly things." Shadow Milk bites out offhandedly as his laughter winds down, the lingering remnants still dancing on his tongue. Without warning, he pulls Pure Vanilla even closer, the darkness that had been keeping him in place swirling and shoving him forward. Pure Vanilla gasps, the sound catching in his throat, and one of his hands fly off his staff to reach for something to steady himself on. It finds an edge of shattered candy glass, flinching back and falling down to scrabble against its smooth, intact surface.

Shadow Milk is giggling at him and Pure Vanilla is mortified, horribly so. They are far, far too close, Shadow Milk's face taking up the near entirety of his vision and their upper bodies almost pressed together. It feels claustrophobic, which should be impossible in such a wide, open space.

Shadow Milk makes matters worse by pressing their foreheads together, the gesture weirdly tender and doing nothing to make Pure Vanilla any calmer. His bright blue eyes look directly through him, dissecting him piece by piece.

"Why don't you cut down the Silver Tree and find out?" Shadow Milk coos, his voice overlapping with the Light of Truth's in a deeply unsettling way. His presence is overwhelming.

Pure Vanilla's eyes flicker downwards to escape his piercing gaze, and finds their chests so close that their Soul Jams are overlapping. Overlapping, and not touching, because Shadow Milk's Soul Jam seems to fizzle out of existence where the other makes contact with it, as if it were an illusion. Behind it is an empty space, black as the abyss. With the way they are lined up now, it is obvious that Pure Vanilla's Soul Jam would fit perfectly into the crevice with a little turning. He knew that already, but it still feels strange to see it.

Pure Vanilla sighs, a long, thin, shuddering sound. "...You didn't truly believe that would work, did you?"

In the edge of his vision, Shadow Milk smiles tauntingly, all teeth, but he doesn't say a word.

And Pure Vanilla wakes up, off kilter, exhausted and oddly cold.

[next]

[shadowlinktheshadow]

batch 6 of magma doodles

sorry fs vampire au hyperfix I couldnt stop thinking about vidow for a while

the au isnt mine its @kaitopitoo 's

[head---ache]

uh hi hello

[elise-the-blind]

god dammit the movie has influenced me far too much

making an actual script for this bad boy reminds me how writing turns my brain liquid. now i gotta give my AU a name and ive run out of injokes I'm screwed.

also you ever think if any of the people experimented on with dark eco turned into precursors, but both Praxis and Skyheed were like "huh, they turned into rats, welp that's a failure, into the blender"

little something to think about

[aro-in-danyl]

HP X HH AU - Alastor is Harry Potter and Voldemort is his Shadow

I've got a whole concept idea for how Alastor time-traveled to early 1910s New Orleans and how he trapped Tom Riddle as his shadow- but that's a separate post entirely. This is about what happens if they get de-aged in Hell following their retreat from Adam. Because I want to see the Hazbin crew's reaction to Harry and Tom.

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When Adam slashed him with his guitar, it purified both Alastor and his shadow to an age when they were still innocent.

Alastor, Harry, to age 11 -- moments before he'd disintegrated Quirrell to death.

Voldemort, Tom, to age 10 -- days before he led his fellow orphans into a cave to torture them.

They awaken in a crumbling radio tower covered in blood and a broken radio staff clutched in Harry's hands.

Tom, being raised Catholic and carrying all the trauma that comes with being able to talk to snakes from a young age, is the most terrified.

Harry still hopped up on the adrenaline of facing his parent's murderer from what he believes is only minutes before, manages to hear the creaking of the radio tower and get them out before it fully collapses.

They wander Hell and quickly come across various demons, all of which have nefarious intentions. They try to escape but even with magic there's only so much 2 human children can do against demons until-

"HEY!" Something hits the back of a hellhound's head, knocking him out and giving Harry the chance to run to stand in front of Tom.

They both look warily at their savior: a tall heavy-set demon with imp-like horns and bat-wings. In his hand was the broken guitar he'd used to smash over the hellhound's head. He looked angry.

"BITCH! You owe me a new guitar!"

----

Adam sees these kids and assumes they're the reason he's in hell. That he has to save them and then he can return to heaven - how else would 2 human children who reminded him of his own just happen to wander into his path?

So he takes them in and re-learns what it means to be a father responsible and care have empathy for his descendants. He meets other sinners who are not the worst and it makes him feel guilty confused.

For 3 months, he tries to find a way to get these 2 children back to the human world. They're both so bright and kind but absolutely fucking traumatized. He's going to have to find them better parents when he takes them back because they were under no circumstances going back to whoever they were with before.

Everyday he's with them, the kids open up just a bit more. What does it say about their homelives that they feel more comfortable in Hell living with what they think is a demon? They have so much potential like Abel and capacity for goodness like Cain before he-.

He tries -oh god how he fucking tries- to get them out of this hell-hole, but eventually he has to man up and ask for help.

HA! Sike. No, he obviously was supposed to demand Lucifer send them back. After all, it must've been his fuck-up that got these kids stuck here so it was his responsibility to fix it. Not Adam's!

Yeah that sounded right.

He marches up to the Hazbin Hotel with the kids behind him he wasn't scared shut up and knocks on the door.

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Lucifer contacts Ozzie to open a portal.

Problem #1 The moment Harry touches the tear in realities, he hits a brick-wall. Or at least what feels like one. The portal is nothing more than a 2-way mirror for him. He can see but not cross-over.

Problem #2 Lucifer takes a closer look and realizes that their souls are already marked for Hell. But they're full of holy energy even after 3 months.

Adam refuses to believe this and demands to talk with Heaven.

Problem #3 ...No one has heard from Heaven since the failed Extermination.

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Adam stays at the Hotel since it's safer for the kids cheaper than renting his overpriced studio apartment that smells like piss and cheese. Niffty fucking hates him though, he hurt her favorite bad boy! He's not dead she would feel it but he's gone again because of him!

Over the next 3 months, the kids grow. Not normally though, every time they make even a minor sin, they age rapidly before Adam's eyes. Sometimes he swears their nails seem claw-like, their teeth sharper when they smile, and their eyes seem to glow when he's looking out of the corner of his eye.

They eventually get in contact with Emily who first informs them that Sir Pentious was redeemed. She then takes a look at the kids with Lucifer. They discover that the children had been de-aged to a period of innocence due to the holy-light that had flooded them.

Lucifer tells Adam it was likely his holy-light wave that sliced the hotel in half that did the deed. They must've gotten caught too close to the blast-radius.

They hypothesize from their rapid age growth and behavior, that sinning will eventually revert the children back to their original demon forms.

And Adam-

Adam, for once in his immortal life, refuses to give up on his children.

[zumbieve]

More isekai’d shadow au ideas yippee!!!

This is mostly for @hugsandchaos

Because of you, my Isekai’d shadow au lives on, soldier ✊🏼

Let’s just pretend that somehow shadow still has his doom powers, although they’re not as painful as they were whenever he used them because black doom is dead, it just feels uncomfortable in a way.

Boom Amy would ADORE the doom wings, she’ll be the one to call him “angel of darkness” and the name just spreads around.

She likes the doom morph a lot because it looks like a squid, and im obsessed with marine life Amy.

Doom surf is her absolute favourite, and shadow lets her surf with him, it was the best day of her life.

Sticks thinks the powers are so cool but it also freaks her out.

The wings are cool, just keep the squid thing away from her she hates it.

She doesn’t like the surfing thing too, she doesn’t know if it’s alive or not and it scares her, modern shadow doesn’t help with him saying that he’s able to hear it talk in his head sometimes (it doesn’t he’s just messing with her).

Boom Sonic will go batshit insane, like this guy is already majestic and cool he doesn’t need more!! And don’t get him started on doom morph, how can the ultimate Lifeform be so cool and cute?? That’s unfair.

He asked shadow if he can fly with him and tried to pass it off as a joke, but to his surprise shadow just gave him an amused smile and agreed to it.

And SURFING POWERS?? Hello?? How he wishes to have that!

Boom tails will ask shadow if he’s ok with little harmless tests and they’ll stop whenever he says so, shadow humours him because he trusts him.

Boom knuckles thinks it’s so cool and is sad that he won’t grow wings or become a squid like modern shadow.

Ik i didn’t touch on the boom shadow and modern shadow dynamic, mostly because i couldn’t think of anything for them.

But now that im thinking about it, i feel like modern shadow would feel pity for boom shadow.

The way i see it is because shadow had a support system to help him grow and be better, and (that’s my own hc) as far as he’s aware boom shadow doesn’t have that, he wants to try and let boom shadow see the world the way modern shadow and maria see it. But he can’t do that if his boom counterpart keeps trying to kill him whenever he sees him on sight.

The boom team doesn’t help with that too, they think that boom shadow is a lost cause because he refuses to join their team. and he tried to destroy the world.

But modern shadow almost blew up the whole planet because of what he thought was Maria’s wish, it feels unfair to him that his counterpart doesn’t get a chance like he did, but he also understands where they’re coming from.

He just wishes boom shadow will be able to see the beauty of the world the way his beloved sister taught him.

Modern shadow isn’t a fan of touching, but he’s also touch starved, he only allows boom amy (because she’s amy and he doesn’t mind her touching his shoulders or her hugs because he knows she’s just affectionate like that) and boom sonic (because boyfriend privileges)

Because of how serious modern shadow is and the fact that he has a poker face, modern shadow will joke around and lets them try to figure out whether he’s serious or not.

Modern shadow’s love language is acts of service (any shadow really tbh) so whether boom team sonic asks of him or not he will do something for them or lend a hand.

Modern shadow likes to include boom sonic into his 20 steps skin routine, and despite boom sonic complaining he enjoys doing them with modern shadow.

Modboom sonadow like to always race in their dates, if a date doesn’t begin or end with a race to the destination it’s a failed date.

Modern shadow fell first and boom sonic fell harder. And modern shadow confessed first with boom sonic asking him on a date first.

Modern shadow speaks highly and fondly of Omega and Rouge, yet whenever boom team sonic say something that insinuates that they’re his friends, he immediately denies it.

Out of pocket hc that was brought from the 3rd sonic movie, shadow likes to play the guitar because maria loves it :D

He never showed boom team sonic until they had their 5th hangout camping trip that he decided to play a guitar version of Live and Learn. :)

Boom sonic has never felt smitten in his life up to this moment. (Yes this is a Boom sonic is smitten for Modern shadow acc what do you expect?)

Boom knuckles wanted to play the guitar like modern shadow, and mod shadow was happy to teach him how because he gets to share something important to him and maria with other people he trusts.

Modern shadow and Sticks have sleepover nights where they shit talk the government and plot how to destroy them from the inside out, no I don’t make the rules that’s their friendship to me.

Modern shadow likes stargazing. Like, A Lot. And if he wants any of Boom Team Sonic (or any of mainline characters) to stargaze with he will grab someone, preferably Boom sonic or Amy, it doesn’t matter if they’re about to go to sleep or busy doing something else. Stars are more important.

Abit of a warning here, this is where i completely self project onto my favourite sonic character, you can change my headcanon into something else you like if you don’t like it.

Shadow knows Arabic (Because i said so) and whenever modern shadow speaks in Arabic Boom Sonic loses his shit cuz omg that was so attractive.

Boom Amy gets a new hyperfixation in the form of a language because of modern shadow and is eager to learn it with his help.

Modern shadow would say a curse in Arabic and someone would ask him what it means, he’ll lie and say it means a compliment like “you’re beautiful “ or “you look good” and then the episode will proceed to air without any problem.

Modern shadow’s chao is called “ Layl” لِيل and it means Night in Arabic, im not as creative it was either that or Najm نَجم which is Star in Arabic.

Boom Sonic calls the chao Darky to piss off modern shadow, but when he’s with her alone he calls her little night.

Sometimes modern shadow would go days without sleep,food,or even breathing, and it scares boom team sonic quite often.

When modern shadow first appeared in the boom universe, some mobian mistook him for his counterpart and told him to follow them for an important meeting he has to go to, shadow had no idea who that mobian was and why they were wearing a ring leader outfit from a circus or something that Rouge showed him once, but he needed to know where he is and that is the closest he’ll probably get with a direction.

So he followed them and that’s where he found himself in a “Villain” meeting with Eggman of all people and some weird group of individuals who call themselves as such. He’s sure their shoddy ways of Villainy will bring shame to Black Doom and his stupid army, not like he cares really.

Anyway he left :D

Modern shadow skating on ice, and trying to teach Boom Team sonic how to skate like him, he never smiled big as he did in that moment.

Alright ig that’s all for now! :D

I tried to think of hcs I didn’t already use in my previous post and i still think i probably reused some old ones without knowing idk, either way. It was fun writing this and thinking of scenarios of these silly characters.

Again if anyone wanna add anything plz tag me in! It’ll brings me so much joy seeing them!

And in case youre new here and wanna see more of my isekai’d shadow au here’s a link so you don’t have to go through my posts that you won’t probably care about :)

[catinflight]

i would be very happy if you could draw anyone from my mmfc splatoonofication au, you can choose who, thank you!👋👋👋

The little goobers are so fun to draw, especially when you play around with line weight!

Another au crossover because I couldn't resist (there's only so many video game based au's here, after all!)

[marinaiguess]

sonic rush au but blaze loses her super form and slips from sonic’s hold and. it feels like deja vu all over again. the same image that haunted him not too long ago is back again; losing a friend he cannot save. and as if the guilt he’s feeling is not enough, he finds cream crying. even if he’s convinced he’s never meeting blaze again, he finds the courage to lie to cream. maybe even to himself.

“we will see blaze again.”

[ninadove]

🦚 Feligami February 🐉

Day 6: Midnight

Even as they pulled away, Felix kept his face close to hers — unable to let go.

“Did I do this right? I want to do this right.”

This wasn’t just teenage anxiety. Over the years, he had watched himself break all of the beautiful things in his life.

He was free now, and any damage he caused would be his cross to bear. He couldn’t handle the thought of being anything but gentle with her.

Kagami nodded, pressing another kiss to the side of his lip before he could pull away — stopping and smiling against his skin.

“But you can try again anyway, if you’d like,” she offered with a soft giggle.

Felix’s eyes sparkled as her laugh echoed in his chest. Surely, there was no sound anywhere in the world more beautiful than this.

He closed the distance again, breathing her in. For the first time in forever, he felt safe.

— Shadow Strike, Chapter 11: Tea Time Confessions 🫖

[grahamdefamily]

Shadow Strike

Chapter 11 —

Tea Time Confessions

“I don’t understand,” Ladybug finally replied, a hint of panic in her voice. “You can’t just leave like that! What about Paris? What about Hawkmoth?”

In which Amelie drinks tea, and nothing else happens.

[somecorn-thief]

Making a FNAF AU rn aw yeah

[fleetways]

just need to mention i spent like a solid few minutes talking with some friends about how u write shadow and his shadowisms so well (i want to punch him so bad hes so. bitch) and i was feeling it so deep in my soul with the latest chapter after he started getting uppity about how he doesnt want sonic to treat him like hes fragile like POINTING THATS THE CONCEPT I ENJOY!!!!!!!!!! also gay gay homosexual gay

unironically me looking at this ask^

if it wasn’t already incredibly obvious shadow is my fave character to write for so this makes me so happy to see. also shadowisms is a great term for them because that’s really what they are!

[outof--theshadows]

Clan Deities

Skystar: God of war, winter, and famine

Riverstar: God of waters, spring and summer, and of land ownership

Windstar: Goddess of the hunt, and storms

Shadowstar: Goddess of balance

Thunderstar: To be determined

The Mother: Goddess of kits, a protective entity

Striking Night: Goddess of the sun

Pale Dapple: Goddess of the moon