WARNING: This is violent. There isn't a happy ending. If you choose to read, be prepared.




“How long has it been?”
“Almost a month.”
“How is she still alive?! You said she'd be ours within the week!”
“Calm down; we underestimated her. But we won't do that again. She has to break soon. Then we can mold her again.”
“You better or-”
“Or what?! You don't have any power without us!”
“Don't kill her. You need her as much as I do.”
“For now. If she proves to be a problem-”
A knock sounded against the heavy metal door. It scratched the door as it was opened. A man walked in, dressed...

The darkness was pierced by the light shining from the open door. A solitary figure stepped into the room, looking around for the object of their study. There was half a second of fright before they spotted it. A little black ball in the corner. With a soft sigh, he walked closer. The ball moved, weakly lifting it's head as the other approached. It hissed feebly, unable to do more. It had been days, almost a week since she'd been there. And almost a week since she'd had anything but the daily portion of water. She had become too weak to even hold her human form and had reverted to her cat form....

Nightmares

The drizzle of rain was cool on her skin. She raised her arms to wonder at the minuscule droplets the same size and shape as the freckles decorating her bare arms and shoulders. Weeks had passed since the events in Venice. This was the first time she had been able to talk her way off the ship since then. The rain drops seemed to wash away the claustrophobia of being trapped on the ship with her traitorous brother and worsening nightmares of her sister. She tipped her head back and the peaceful feeling dissipated.
Anastasia was so used to the desert sun that the darkness of the rain...

With permission of R_L, I give you, the story of Devin and Fang.. this is kind of the introduction, and here in the part, you will see the highs.. and the lows.

Key:
lyrics
past experiences

What if we

Fang burst through the school door, Nudge tailing along on his heels.

What if we were us

He smiled and tucked a piece of hair behind his lover's ear before placing a gentle kiss on her head. He pulled away, his dark eyes meeting icy blues.

What if we

Devin sat in silence on the ground in the main area of the cave, eyes closed as she meditated. Her hair pulled to a braid that wrapped around her shoulder...

And by few, I meant one.

Fang gave his wires a tug despite his brother's earlier comments, half-heartedly listening to the explanation. "So I'm alive only because someone jumpstarted my heart with their own.. Great, another burden to bare." He snorted, moving to let his legs hang off the bed. "A death on my hands and a metallic wings.." Chris only rolled his eyes. "His death is not on you, Fang. You did not decide for him, no one held a gun to his head." He leaned forward, letting his forearms rest on his knees. Fang was silent as he processed everything before twisting to the side, popping...

LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE
Name: Devin Adams
Reason or meaning of name: Divine
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Style/Color: Long and black (AND SILKY~!!)
Height: 5'11
Clothing Style: Modest
Best Physical Feature: I have none (Stop being humble. It's her eyes)

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE
Your Fears: Losing everyone I love
Your Guilty Pleasure: My what? (Foot rubs)
Your Biggest Pet Peeve: I dislike those who devalue others (Bullies)
Your Ambition for the Future: I'm not thinking of the future

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS
Your First Thoughts Waking Up: Checking on my loved ones
What You Think About the Most: Humanity
What You Think About...

Note: Happens simultaneously as link


Death in the Garden

The bullets ricocheted off the purple shield of pulsing power. They bounce off the stone walkway and into the green grass of the perennial garden. Stray projectiles ate away at the stone three-tier fountain and east courtyard wall. The rat-tat-tat of the machine gun should have been heard by any passing outside the walls of the garden, but the whole city seemed to be hidden away from the deafening noise. There was a click-click. A sudden silence. The young man crouched behind the shield lunged for the quickest route to safety, the round...

LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE
Name: Becca. No need for more.
Reason or meaning of name: It's just a short version of my real name..
Eye Color: Brown. Like...dark almost black..
Hair Style/Color: Black. (Like her soul!) Hey!
Height: Um I'm about 5'9”
Clothing Style: Depends on the mood
Best Physical Feature: My what? (Her legs. She has dancer legs)

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE
Your Fears: Thunderstorms
Your Guilty Pleasure: Beating up the bad guys
Your Biggest Pet Peeve: Idiots. (Uhh...)
Your Ambition for the Future: To live?

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS
Your First Thoughts Waking Up: Why am I up?
What You Think About the Most:...

Name: Shane Parker
Alias: Psio
Occupation:Hero
Age: 19.
Appearance: Shaggy, yet straight blonde hair that hangs around his face. He has piercing green eyes and a lower lip piercing that he fools with constantly. He's 5'11 and lanky, with a bit of muscles around his arms. Shane wears clothing that isn't black, nor skin tight. Loose fitting shirts and jeans with converse.
Powers/skill: Shane has a very strong telepathic mind, and is able to locate people mentally, however only if he has made contact with them in the past 36 hours. He also possess psychometry, which is the ability to learn about that...

Sorry this took so long to get out, college is really kicking my behind with all the work I have to do. And I didn't realize how short it was...


"How do we know it's not a clone?" Tobias asked, tapping his fingers on his chin. "The scars on him are accurate, bruising around his face from the last fight.. but.." Chris muttered and walked, peeling off the monitors and lifted Fang up into a sitting position, his eyes going wide. "Wing has been replaced with an artificial one.." He said and slowly unfurled the metal wing, looking over it before letting out a low whistle. "Man, that's some fine work.."...

I do not take credit from anything other than the backstory I gave to this character. Everything belongs to the rightful owners. Thanks to the show for giving me inspiration


Name: Dark Mousy
Alias: Dark
Powers: Unknown
Occupation: “Anti-Villain” (Hero but refuses to admit it)
Weakness/Limits: Undiscovered
History: Dark used to be known as a thief. Anything anyone needed, he'd get. For a price. He had been raised on the streets, where he learned all he knew about stealing. He was used to running, always moving from one place to the next. At one point he ended up staying in an orphanage where he...

((BEFORE YOU READ THIS: Be warned that it is a lot of stuff in a little article. I found it while reading through some old documents, and realized I haven't really posted anything on Bella before she joins The Team and becomes Mercy. So if you want more on her pre-superhero life, let me know! KISSES!))

October 31st, 2011
Gotham, USA

There isn't much I remember about the accident. It all happened so quickly.
There was blood- a lot of blood. It was on the windows and the airbags and our clothes.
And there was screaming, but it wasn't coming from my mouth, or Gavin's. Gavin wasn't even moving. He just...

(In the not too distant future)

“I think Dad moved all the decorations down here” Said Jayson pulling on the cord switch. The florescent lights illuminated the basement with a series of clicks and flickers. Christian followed Jayson down brushing his platinum white dyed hair from his eyes.

“whoa, got enough boxes?” Christian asked gazing on the labyrinth of old boxes and various sized bundles of stuff. Jayson smiled as he bent down to peak into the boxes closest time him.
“It’s mostly my Mums stuff and my old baby things, I think they’re too sentimental for Dad to get rid of so...

December 15, 2016 10:10 pm
Louisiana, U.S.A.
Somewhere in the Bayou

"Don't be like that, Katerina. Please, I brought you a Christmas present!"
"You want to give me something I would really like? How about a divorce?"
The man's dark eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "I already gave you that, over a century ago."
"Then what the HELL are you doing in my house, Wilhelm Magnus?"
He paused and raised a tentative hand in defense. The warlock facing him was fuming. She had never been known for violence, but right then, Katerina's dark eyes gleamed with murder. Her antagonist glanced around the cabin's kitchen...

At the moment, I'm only doing my main four babies: Fang, Scotty, Nudge, and Jaime. I hijacked the one that BelovedRobin posted elsewhere, and added a few elements from the website Eclipse gave us, so here ya go.

LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE
Name: Fang, all you need to know.
Reason or meaning of name: Not my birth name, but I didn't know it for the longest time, so I got to pick my own. Neato, right?
Eye Color: Some say they're "chocolate brown" But I disagree, they're just brown.
Hair Style/Color: Black, and it's down to the back of my neck I'm tempted to cut it.. used to be super long, like, butt...

This is based off an RP with RL's characters, but I just wanted to write soemthing on these two characters that get too oftenly drawn and too rarely written. Just a heads up: there's a tiiiiny mention of rape, but nothing explicit or graphic.

The cold wind whistled through the frozen forest. Most every other sound was muffled by the snow: weak branches falling, brave rodents hopping over the white blanket. Bigger animals were prowling the forest as well. The Siberian could hear it all, accustomed to the world of white like the one where he had been born.
After an hour of sprinting, the man gave...

Part 1: link

The visitor pushed past without hesitation.
She had yet to get a chance to change. The uncharacteristically regal gown bellowed pale cloth over freckled arms, tightened her hips in an amber corset, draped gold over legs meant for pants and running. Only the wild red curls fit the intruder, tumbling freely over her shoulders after a night in tight pins and clips. Even the royal golden wreath was askew on the waves of red locks. The fury in her glimmering gold eyes was even more own of place than the dress.
"Our queen sister accepted your challenge," the girl growled through a clenched...

Just something I wrote on a whim. Sil, don't feel like you have to write a response to this. That's only if you think you may want to. Again, it doesn't really relate to her feelings now. More like the past of a few months ago. Hope you enjoy!!!




She sat facing the window, her back supported by the piece of wall there. The pane had been opened and a fresh breeze came in, entering her lungs and filling her with a strong sense of life. The day was warm with a cool breeze that came by, shaking the leaves together in their trees to applaud the sun on it's performance of dawning. Many people passed...

3:45 AM Paris, France AmourCafe
Cross has been sitting at the table closest to the exit for about 5 minutes now.
"Where is that idiot?"she sighs aloud drumming her black fingernails against the table. She looks at the clock and sighs again.
"Hey there toots,I'm here now." Bart stands next to her in formal attire.
"Don't call me that. Why are you late?"she gives him a dirty look.
"I was freshening up. Do you know how hard it is to find a cheap tux in France?" he sits across from her. Cross rolls her eyes annoyed by Bart.
"Where's Artemis and Wally?"she asks,and just then they come in.
"Right here."Wally...

Creature: Kitsune

Origin: Japan ("kitsune" means "fox" in Japanese)

Type: mythical

Lifespan: immortal (technically)

Weaknesses: icy weather or water saps their energy, high metabolisms (meaning they must consume more food than most humans to stay healthy)

Strength is drawn from: other kitsune, heat, red meat (so... not really vegetarians)

Common traits: quick tempers (especially when around other kitsune), glowing irises at certain times

Summary: First documentation of a kitsune was in the 4th century A.D. as creature of myth in Japan. Full blooded kitsune have the ability to shape-shift into any...