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Assistance in brainstorming, shaping a world for your story, shaping a character, and more.  I'd be happy to contribute!
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Have an idea you'd like to put to words? A story you'd like to see come to life? Ask me!

I specialize in fantasy and science fiction, but am by no means limited to it.  Sexuality and other mature subjects are fine by me.  Crude porn is not.
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Price is per deviation translated.  The translation of non-dA text is also negotiable.
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Artist | Student | Literature
Kaltxì, hoi, guten Tag, bonjour: In short, greetings, deviant. Welcome to the world of the Shadowmaster. Why the name? I'm rather partial to darkness, to the mysterious. Darkness is not evil, it is merely different.
Magic seems to have become my middle name. The world of enchantment, of fantasy, of the mysterious and magnificent, is one of my favorite places to be.
I am here to appreciate the wonderful world of art and to present my own creations to it. Here's hoping my own drawings and literature will be appreciated.

Want something written? My (digital) writer's quill is available...

I like creating characters based on real people. It's a habit of mine to ask my friends and family what kind of fantasy character they'd like to be. Got an interesting OC in mind? Perhaps we could create something...
Got myself tagged by this little joker --> :iconlord0maximus:  (Thanks a lot, buddy.)

Pokemon Randomizer:
should already be on the proper settings. 
Only one Pokemon per question. 
Tag one or more person when you
're finished.  (Oy.)

This Pokémon is you:

A dark-type hyena-dog?  Oooh, yeah!

1. This Pokémon is your best friend:

My best friend is a walking hilltop. Oh, I'm going to be hitching a ride or two...

2. This Pokémon is your boss that you need to impress for a promotion:

Has a "piercing glare".  *Boss disapproval intensifies*

3. This Pokémon is your partner for your science project:

Frankly, I don't think a leaf-dress is the best thing to wear in a lab. On the other hand, probably fun to work with.

4. This Pokémon is looking for every way possible to murder you:

"Can scale a 2,000-foot tower in one minute."  Uh-oh...

5. This Pokémon is your mother-in-law:


6. This Pokémon is your boyfriend/girlfriend:

Sharpedo how the hell...

7. This Pokémon is your ex:

I repeat: How the hell?!

8. This Pokémon stalks you every waking moment:

You know, stalking generally entails staying out of sight. (And seriously, how do I keep attracting scary, glaring Pokémon?)

9. This Pokémon likes to snuggle with you:

I can't help but see a logistical problem here.

10. This Pokémon ate all your cheesecake:

I'd be mad, but it's kind of impossible in the face of such cuteness.

11. This Pokémon is what you felt in your bed last night:


Right.  I'm getting a new bed. And possibly a new house.

12. This Pokémon banged your mom:

All things considered, this could have turned out a lot worse.  (Although the fact that they are 100% female raises an interesting question...)

13. This Pokémon will do anything to try and get in your pants:

Well, they're not gonna succeed!

14. This Pokémon died by your own hands:

I... I... I had no choice.

15. This Pokémon is your loyal companion for life:

Considering the pokémon I need to worry about, another living tank in my life seems like a good idea.

16. This Pokémon reads you bed time stories:

Cool!  Watching the pretty wings seems like a bonus, too.

17. This Pokémon is your loving pet:

Ah. My pet is trying to murder me.  Goody.

18. This Pokémon is your creepy dentist:

First off, how on earth does it hold the instruments?

20. This Pokémon is what you found in your basement when you moved into your new house:

Poor thing.  I let it out immediately.

21. This Pokémon watches you sleep:


Thankfully, that story about swallowing spiders in your sleep is a myth.

22. This Pokémon is your guardian angel:

As long as I can cuddle with it, this is fine by me!

23. This Pokémon won't rest untill it has a lock of your hair to cherish forever:


24. This Pokémon will be there for you when you need it:

"...can sense when its Trainer is in danger, and will use its psychic power to distort dimensions and create a small black hole to protect its Trainer."  This is a genuine comfort.

25. These Pokémon want to form a band with you (generate 3 here):

Sooo, vocals/dancing, percussion and... whatever a ball-handed ladybug can play.  This could be fun!

(Edit: I have just learned that Volcanion is completely and utterly mythical and does not truly exist. Huh.)

I hereby tag :iconyoungshadowwolf:.  Your turn, sis!


The bandit charges her with a snarl on his lips, arm cocked in a crude, clumsy imitation of the Omashu style. She could easily dodge or block the small boulder he's preparing to lob, but such theatrics aren't worth the time or effort. Thwip, thwip, go her steel bands, and the unshaven man is toppled off his feet with a shout, suddenly bound hand and foot. A pouchful of gleaming coins, pilfered from her people, spills out onto the dusty tan earth as the boulder crashes off to the side.

Kuvira ignores the bandit, just as she ignores the money. Her troops can take care of the cleaning up. She is needed at the fight.

Sure enough, a new wave of outlaws already approaches. Having seen their accomplice so easily defeated, they are on the alert, fanning out and attempting to surround her. It does not matter. These are common crooks, nothing more: poorly organized rabble, with tactics and fighting styles as unrefined as the earth they bend. Kuvira is a sharpened sickle, and like stalks of rice, they are all felled.

As the last one of them, a scarred teenaged girl wearing a sloppy ponytail, tumbles to the ground, Kuvira becomes aware of the her forces' presence behind her. She hears their congratulations, their satisfaction with this victory, but she is not satisfied. She hears Bataar ask her to withdraw to the to the train and rest now, but she is not tired. And even if she were, she would not stop. She cannot stop. The Empire must be united, and she must be the one to do it.

The opponents she encounters next are more uniform and organized. The forces of some greater warlord, perhaps, or a militia raised by a rebellious governor. She does not remember, exactly, and she does not care. All who oppose the unification of the Empire, all who would selfishly deny her people the peace and prosperity and justice she can bring them, must be stopped.

Their numbers are greater, but she is strong now, stronger than she has ever been. Hard steel covers her arms and legs and back now, yet she can barely feel it. It is her armor, protecting her from the few rocks and flames she cannot avoid, and it is the weapon with which she clears the field. Soon, she and her troops are the only ones left standing, and she can feel the click of another piece of her iron map sliding into place.

No sooner have her forces consolidated their hold, however, or the next battle is already commencing. Kuvira finds herself wondering why they don't just surrender, why they continue to oppose the order and freedom of the Earth Empire. Whatever the cause, though, they refuse to stop, and as such, neither can she.

The fighting blends nearly seamlessly together. Kuvira no longer knows where she is. One moment, she stands beneath the walls of Ba Sing Se, the next, she's in a barbarian village or a foggy, vine-filled swamp. Her foes come in greater numbers than ever before, but they have no hope of success against her. Bound by steel, struck by stone or simply smashed to the ground, they all fall before her. She towers over them all now, and combat has become as easy to her as breathing.

She is no longer the frightened little girl who was rejected and cast away. She is no longer the metalbending protege who became Captain of the Guard. She is not even the woman who abandoned her one-time home and family to save her people. She is a titan now, a machine whose purpose is to fight and win, and as she brings the cannon on her arm to bear on the enemy's fortifications, she dimly realizes that she is being consumed just as surely as the vines that grant her her power.

Violet, roaring death erupts from her weapon with only a gesture. The forces of the Republic vanish amidst screams and flames and flying rubble. Yet again, she is winning. This time, though, her opponents are not faceless, nameless foes.

Varrick, Zhu Li and Bolin die when she obliterates their assault mechs. They were traitors. Treason must be crushed.

Suyin and the Beifongs of the Metal Clan are next to attack in vain, and Kuvira sees her mentor's anguished face an instant before the explosion consumes her. They were enemies. Enemies must be neutralized.

Kuvira sees Bataar held hostage, sees the tears running down his cheeks, but opens fire nonetheless. He was a liability. She cannot afford to be weak.

Then, amidst the death and destruction, something stirs. White light shines through the clouds of choking dust, and a storm wind pushes them back. The Avatar stands before her, defiant and alone, a force of nature made flesh.

A force of nature that opposes her. Kuvira's arm extends into the firing position, but she is not the one moving it.  Avatar Korra remains motionless.

The cannon's sleek barrel aligns with the young woman's lonely form, but Kuvira is not the one aiming it. “Why don't you attack?” she wants to scream, but a war machine has no voice.

The white light fades from Korra's eyes. Kuvira's fingers clench and trigger the mechanism, and there is nothing she can do to stop it.

Everything slows to a crawl as the cannon spits forth its incandescent beam. The world is bathed in a violet glow, highlighting each and every detail with eerie clarity. The ruined, gutted husks of buildings, a broken landscape stretching as far as the eye can see. Her armor, the unstoppable, unyielding shell of platinum and steel that no longer protects her body but forms it entirely. And finally, the Avatar herself, defenseless and alone, gazing up at her death with mournful serenity.

But the young woman standing there is not Korra. Korra is not fair-skinned. Korra does not wear a braid. Korra does not have sad and lonely eyes of green.

For a single, dreadful moment that stretches into all eternity, Kuvira looks herself in the eye. Then, the beam strikes home, and there is nothing left but a smoldering crater.

Kuvira lurches from her cot with a choked gasp, crashing to the unforgiving floor in a tangle of sheet and limbs. Pain flares in her shoulder and in her knees, but it is nothing compared to the horrible, jagged emptiness inside her.

Clutching her hands to her heart, she leans against the wooden wall, still struggling for air. Years of instinct and habit struggle to regain control. The Captain of the Guard could not afford to let emotions take over. The Great Uniter could not allow herself to become weak.

But she is neither of those things now. And so, Kuvira cries with great, heaving sobs, mourning all that she has lost and all that she has become.


The next morning, in a subdued and wavering voice, Kuvira tells the White Lotus guard who brings her her food that she'd like to write a letter.

“Is that so?” the blue-robed waterbender asks, not unkindly. “And whom might this letter be addressed to?”

Kuvira looks down at her bamboo cup of water. For just a moment, her wavering reflection seems to have bronze skin and bright blue eyes.

“Avatar Korra.”
I See Myself In You - A Legend of Korra oneshot
A Legend of Korra oneshot I wrote several months ago, soon after the grand finale, finally reposted to my dA. Kuvira was a striking villain and an amazing character, a fallen hero in the style of the tragedies of old.

I might continue this, one day, if I finally figure out how to do the middle. The end, that part I've more or less got down.

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EonOrteaShadowmaster Featured By Owner Oct 6, 2014  Student Writer
Useful!  What about options based on stats during the game?  Say, an extra dialogue option, or one of the characters reacts differently to a particular situation, if their relationship score is high enough?
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EonOrteaShadowmaster Featured By Owner Oct 7, 2014  Student Writer
So, how would I write something like that in the script?
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YoungShadowWolf Featured By Owner Sep 21, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Happy Birthday Big Bro! :tighthug:

well, I wish all the best in the world to you, and lots and lots of happiness and joy. I hope you'll never lose the beauty you see in this world, and I hope you'll always have a smile on your face. :la:

anyhow, I just wanted to drop by and say happy birthday to you, and may all of your best wishes come true! :tighthug:
EonOrteaShadowmaster Featured By Owner Sep 21, 2014  Student Writer

You quite literally brought a tear to my eye, sister dear.  Thank you.
YoungShadowWolf Featured By Owner Nov 6, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
seriously? :meow:
EonOrteaShadowmaster Featured By Owner Nov 6, 2014  Student Writer
Yup.  You should feel proud of yourself. :D
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