Acrylic Waves (Bk 1)
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  • Reads 1,610
  • Votes 130
  • Parts 24
  • Time 3h 14m
Complete, First published Dec 28, 2021
There is the exaggerated thump of feet on the sand as if the owner of said feet had crashed harder than he intended. I hear the rasp of a sword drawn from an inventory and the clash of diamond sword on diamond sword, as well as Doc swearing.
It's the one person I was both hoping to see and trying to avoid at all costs. My twin brother...
Xisuma Void.

Welcome to that EX fanfiction that is coming straight at you from my strange brain. I got inspired by reading a ton of other books about EX.

EX in this fanfic is a born female and straight. Just to make it clear.
If there's anything else I need to explain, then hit me in the comments or hermittpad discord. Don't do it literally though, I'm begging you.

TWs: Blood, gore, bad depression, and strong angst. If these need to be updated, let me know. I'm not good at identifying triggers. Keep yourselves safe, my friends.

/-\/-\/-\/-\/-\ denotes a transition in the story to a flashback, different time, or anything else, but the POV will stay the same.
=+=+=+= denotes a change of POV. I try to write in 1st person all of the time, but we may get some 3rd person if needed (fight scenes)
Feel free to leave spontaneous declarations,  editing comments, or anything else in the comments. I enjoy reading them very much and they help me grow as a writer.

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