The Descendant of the shadows. A twisted soul whose mind is forever lost to the darkness of existence.

Greetings, I am Twisteddarkness225.

I am one who likes stories involving Humor, romance, adventure and the occasional crack fic. The stories i write (or shall write) will contain my own attempts at romance (some/many of which may involve yuri), humor, and adventure. I love yuri pairings and love to read fics about them even more. I tolerate yaoi although I cannot bring myself to write about it.

Status Update: Attempting to get back into my writing once again after another unannounced break. The past year and a half have been very trying on me and the pandemic has certainly been an issue as well. Again, to any who have sent me PMs, I sincerely apologize for not responding for so very long. I hope you haven't taken it personally. I will be getting back to you soon, when I have enough free time to start getting more writing done.

Requests: Currently taking none. Sorry!

Currently in the works:

Avoiding Estrangement - Category:The Loud House (Making progress)

Beating the Blues - Category: The Loud House (Making Progress)

A State of Mind - Category: The Loud House (on hiatus)

New story upcoming - Category: The Owl House

The Redemption of Rex Raptor - Category: Yu-Gi-Oh!

Fun and interesting things:

I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty

uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal

pweor of the hmuan mnid. Aoccdrnig to a

rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't

mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the

olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer

be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl

mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm.

Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed

ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.

Amzanig huh? Yaeh and I awlyas thought slpeling

was ipmorantt! tahts so cool!

If you could read that put it in your profile (-Courtesy of Firekim3)

A step against White Supremacy (Please read all the way through)

A black man walks into a cafe one early morning and noticed that he was the only black man there. As he sat down, he noticed a white man behind him.
The white man said, "Coloured people are not allowed here."
The black man turned around and stood up. He then said:
"When I was born I was black,"
"When I grew up I was black,"
"When I'm sick I'm black,"
"When I go in the sun I'm black,"
"When I'm cold I'm black,"
"When I die I'll be black."
"But you sir..."
"When you're born you're pink,"
"When you grow up you're white,"
"When you're sick, you're green,"
"When you go in the sun you turn red,"
"When you're cold you turn blue,"
"And when you die you turn purple."
"And yet you have the nerve to call me coloured"
The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away...
Copy this onto your site and help stop racism!

(")_(")-Courtesy of Firekim3.

For my beloved Mother,

Never Perfect, Always Loved

If you asked me to name one time you made me smile

I would be stuck thinking for quite the while

For those precious moments, I have so many

That it's hard for me to truly favor any

You could make me smile or laugh on any given day

Each one a small treasure in its own unique way

Combined they let me see you like no other

A sweet, loving, amazing person who I called my mother

And even when the less pleasant times came

I can honestly say that you were mostly the same

But behind that sweet smile you were struggling to fight

I had to hold back my tears with all of my might

Time kept marching by and your battle waged on

It became so obvious to me that soon you'd be gone

So when the day came when we finally said goodbye

I sat by your side, not caring if I kept my eyes dry

The pain is still there and may be for much longer

But from this sad time I will try to grow stronger

For I tell myself that every time I look up above

I know that you're there, sending me love