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posted by SilverWings13
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"Noëlle, come inside! Dinner's almost ready!
Michael returned to the pot filling the quant house with the aroma of beef and caramelize onions. He ladled суп into the ceramic bowls, sprinkled in croutons, and smothered them both in Comté before setting the bowls in the oven. When a pair of bare feet was still absent from the kitchen, the man turned off the духовой шкаф, печь and went back to the кухня door.
"Noëlle?" he called again. "Mon ange!" No answer came from the flowered front yard или the marsh lakeland at the bottom of the hill. Instinctively, Michael grabbed his ножны ремень, пояс, пояса and darted out the door. He unfurled his dark wings, ready to take to the dusk sky, but paused and looked back towards the small сарай crouching behind the farmhouse. A warm light glowed from the hay-loft window. He sprinted through the long grass, panting by the time he reached the barn. The сарай door flew open under his shove. "Noëlle?" he shouted.
"Ici!" a small voice called from above. A girl stuck her head over the edge of the hay-loft with a wide smile. Her skin had grown dark and freckled from the sun, though not nearly as dark as her mother's had been. Her hair was the same shining umber, but far less curly. She was a conglomerate of her parent's looks even if her personality was far different than either Maivus' или Aleksander's. In the back of his mind was Michael's curiosity over how her twin would have looked and acted.
"Noëy, sweetheart, I've been calling you," the man reprimanded in French.
"I was playing with the kittens," the nine-year old explained matter-of-factly. She read her care-taker's expression as he crossed his arms and smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry, Uncle Mike."
"You know you're supposed to come back to the front yard by dusk," he chided with a soft smile at her guilty nod. "All right, come on down."
The child's head disappeared a moment before her bare чулок feet appeared searching for the wooden ladder rungs. Noëlle started to climb down slowly with one hand tucked to her chest rather than on the ladder. Before Michael could ask what was in her hand, one чулок foot caught her yellow flowered dress, and the girl Остаться в живых her hold. She barely got a scream out before her "uncle" caught her, his ebony wings sending dust motes and straw into a frenzy. The man landed gently with the child wrapped in his arms--and saw the startled calico kitten tucked close to her chest. With a sigh, Michael folded his legs and sat on the dirt floor with the teary-eyed girl in his lap. "Noëy, Ты know Ты can't take that baby with you," he reminded her, reluctant to do so when he could feel her trembling in his arms. "She needs to be with his mother and siblings."
"But we've taken Котята into the house before!" she argued stubbornly even as she wiped tears from her flushed cheeks.
"But those were orphans, without their parents to take care of them," Michael explained gently. Still pouting, the child nodded reluctantly. Her caretaker stood and leapt, reaching the loft with a stroke of his wings, and sat on the edge while Noëlle released the mewing calico to stumble back to her anxious mother. For a moment, the two sat together, watching the tiny fluff balls clamber over one another in Поиск of the most comfortable position in the heap while their mother contently mussed their мех with dutiful licks. Eventually the little girl turned her head to look up at her uncle, and the thoughtful pinch of her brow reminded him distinctly of her father. "Uncle Mike, am I an orphan, since I don't have any parents?"
The Вопрос was like a kick to Michael's gut. He focused every ounce of will power on not Показ the pain on his face, though his wings instinctively curled inward to shield the child in his lap from the forces behind the inquisition. "No, mon ange, of course not," he assured once he found his voice. "Your papa is alive and loves Ты very much. He has to take care of some things in America before he can come to live with us. We've talked about this, remember?"
The child sat back against her caretaker with a sigh, looking towards the mother cat and her babies. "But he's been gone forever, Uncle…What if he never comes back?"
"He will," Michael assured automatically. When Noëlle kept her longing gaze affixed on the feline family, he picked up the girl and set her on a сено, сена bale, kneeling to be eye level. "Noëy, Ты will never be an orphan. Ты will ALWAYS have me and my love, no matter what, understand?"
"Even if Papa never comes back?" When he hesitated, hoping to correct her, Noëlle threw her arms around his neck and buried her head in his shoulder. "Promise!"
His arms instinctively, protectively wrapped around her. "I promise, sweetheart." There was a finality to the promise that made his сердце feel heavy in his chest, but the girl shot up, a grin lighting up her eyes and dissipating his disdain.
"Okay," she agreed, hopping up. "Can we eat ужин now? I'm starving!"
"Of course. Let me help Ты down the ladder." The man stood and climbed down from the сено, сена loft, then reached up and lowered his ward to the floor. She trotted to the сарай door before realizing he had gone back up the ladder. "Uncle Mike!" she called. "What are Ты doing?"
There was a myriad of squeaks and mews in answer before the winged man came back down the ladder with an egg basket on his arm. Within was nestled the mound of kitten. Noëlle's eyes lit up, and before she could worry over the mother cat, the calico appeared at the вверх of the ladder. She balanced at the вверх a moment before leaping cleanly to the dirt floor, as if she had performed the same action a dozen times in pursuit of mice, and trotted after the man carrying her Котята in one arm and the little girl on his shoulder. He may not have been her father, but Michael could ensure with all his might that the little girl would always feel the Любовь of an entire family.
 Literal fluff~
Literal fluff~
posted by The_Writer
Daily Episode

день Forty-Three:


Static Shock Episode Ten: "Bent Out of Shape"
Link: link

Summary:
Rubberband Man escapes from jail and becomes "Stringer," a rapper who is dating Virgil's sister, Sharon. Once Static realizes Stringer is Rubberband Man, he runs away and blames Static for ruining his new life. He attacks Static and unmasks him, but before he can look, Puff and Onyx, meta-humans who decided to become bounty hunters for the cash, intervene. 


Rubberband Man returns! But is he truly leading a better life? And what's this connection to Static's family?
posted by AislingYJ
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“Really? Again?”
Blade smirked at the black-haired firecaster, whose cheeks had begun to turn pink.
“I thought Ты liked our game last night, Fin,” she said, raising an eyebrow.
Fin blushed even harder. “Well, we don’t need to play it again!”
“Why not?” Alek asked. “It’ll be fun!”
Fin sighed. “All right.” She took the bottle off of the кухня counter, and everyone arranged themselves in a circle, with the bottle in the middle. They all sat there, staring at it, until Aisling spoke.
“So...who wants to go first?”
Everyone looked at each other, willing the others to...
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Skylar leaned on the таблица in the kitchen, “why don’t we just go over there and finish them off? I mean, if we know we’re close, we just take еще people with us.” Twan nodded, “I agree, besides,” he formed his arm into his gun, “It’d be pretty fun, revenge.”
Nightwing glared at him, “Its not about revenge.” Harley sat on the counter, “He’s right, its not a bout revenge. Its about vengeance, and making sure they stay the hell out my life…”
Nightwing openly stared at her in surprise, “ooookay, then.”
Harley scoffs, and jumps of the table, her leg crumbled under...
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posted by SilverWings13
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Hauntings part VI- All Nightmares End
"Daddy!" the girl screamed. She ran toward the house, her vision blurred by tears.
"Ary, stop," her brother yelled after her. He reached her just as as the inferno exploded outward, throwing them back into the grass.
The огонь raged on. It engulfed the whole house, encasing the roof, the windows, her room in angry flames. The sound of breaking glass joined the chorus of splintering timber as a window exploding outward. A scream amplified over the chaos.
"Mommy! Daddy!" the girl screamed again. She rose from the grass, but a hand grasped her wrist before she...
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The harsh winter wind whipped through the dusky air as she walked down the forest path, blonde hair billowing behind her. She pulled her heavy пальто tighter to her body as she trudged through the snow. She looked up at the frost-lined trees, and cupped her hands to her mouth.
    “Zig!” she called, her voice reverberating through the forest until it was Остаться в живых among the trees. “Zi-ig!” Looking down, she noticed a trail of small footprints in the snow, and followed them.
    She reached a thinning in the trees, and now a hill, covered in the thick...
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posted by Skittles98
Sorry about the long wait; I got Остаться в живых on the road of life ;)

When I woke up and looked around, I was half expecting to see the run down house I used to live in. Instead, I woke to my new crimson room. The paint reminded me of fall leaves. I stretched and found a blue bundle at the end of my bed. I picked up the note.
“Time to go and meet some friends. Put this on, Sapphire” Dad used my ‘super-name’. I quickly slipped it on and tied my hair into a пони tail. I flew out and down the stairs. I whipped passed Alfred, my wake ripping the duster from his hand. I quickly flew back, placed...
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posted by Mclovin_69
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Name: Benjamin Milito (Ben)

Alias:Unknown

Age: 14 (would be 18 now)

Status: deceased

Appearance: dirty blonde hair, dark blue eyes, 5'8, he always wore a beanies and really any headgear. and he always has black war paint on his cheeks.

Personality: He was very cocky and tried to make a joke out of everything, he always thought of cocky and sarcastic remarks to people who were trying to be serious. He was someone who lightened the mood when things got tough. especially being trapped in that town.

Powers/Abilities: he had the ability to create mist and fog to hide himself или confuse enemies, his weapon of choice was daggers and a small double handed scypths.

Past: he died in a escape plan gone wrong.

Others: He was one of the reasons why BloodMist never cracked under the sadness and how overwhelmed he felt being trapped there. He made him see the light in most of the situations and made him able to keep his composure.
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posted by MafiaYJ
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Anything in italics from this point on, is them speaking in Russian

It was what one might call a Любовь hate relationship.
She loved it!
But she hated it!
It felt good to let loose. She almost had no idea how much she'd been holding back.

Flesh to flesh
The force of it.
The Freedom.

It was like dancing with her own music, her own twist.
She never realized how much the blood didn't bother her.It was intoxicating.
She paused and took a deep breath, looking around herself. 10 henchmen, dead. Either beat bloody или full of holes.
And at the moment she had a gun to one man's head and a нож to another. Both...
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posted by XxKFforeverXx
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...I haven't Опубликовано in forever, and I've finally started developing Lexi so that she can be used in things :P

LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE
Name: Alexis, или Lexi. Preferably Lexi.
Reason или meaning of name: Apparently it means I'm shy and humble.. hm.
Eye Color: They're brown.. however i do have specks of blue.
Hair Style/Color: Jet black and super silky! Although it's very.. jagged. I may или may not have cut it off with some glass.. out of.. angst?
Height: 5'6. Taller than my brother and still growing.
Clothing Style: I tend to wear very bright and what's the word? (Frilly?) That! Like, pinks and...
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posted by XxKFforeverXx
BC I NEEDED SOMEWHERE TO PUT THIS AND THE Далее CHAPTER IS NOT A GOOD PLACE OKAY

Scotty sighed as he stared at the computer, leaning back in the hotel chair. "This is definitely the building.. The tracker attached to the фургон, ван says so, and from our scouting.. there are way too many guards to even attempt this.. " He dropped his head into his hands, letting out a frustrated groan. Chris leaned over his shoulder, tapping his chin. "Cadaver has been working with the Injustice League for a while, we've been keeping tabs on him for months.. maybe he thinks that this is the best place to keep him in...
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posted by SilverWings13
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I literally haven't Опубликовано anything in almost a year, so, naturally, I wrote something angsty while sick. Enjoy~

Aryess blinked at the shadows of trees silhouetted outside the window. They were playing tug-of-war with the wind, a wrestling match that turned the shadows into monsters. She had never been afraid of creatures that hid in the dark. They were her friends, offering to hide her from the scarier savages that called daylight their home. Yet lately even the dark had betrayed her, allowing fear to settle and grow rather than shield her from it.
There was a crack of thunder, followed by an...
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posted by Robin_Love
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I'm not what anyone would consider normal. For many different reasons. For one, I don't know a thing about my parents. At all. Second, I'm part cat. But I also have wings. I can do thing with shadows. Fourth, I have the ability to be Batman. Uh..I mean I have the skill and talent and such. But the most immediate thing you'll see is blue. I have blue eyes. And hair! I'm so far from normal I'm off the charts. I don't really mind too much. I've dealt with trials no kid should have to deal with. I'm not sure who I am have the time или if things will get better one day; all I do is Переместить forward....
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posted by Mclovin_69
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Name: Isaac Rizutto

Alias: none other than the name he has gotten from others which is the "guardian of the night"

Age: 18

Relationship Status: Single.

Personality: A little irrational and stubborn, he doesn't listen to others and often thinks of himself еще without the consenquences of what it will do to others. he is a little bratty due to his past.

Appearance: black quiffed hair, eyes that from a far look like a dark brown, but if Ты look close enough are dark like Космос itself with almost undectectable specks of lighter Цвета that (white или very light brown/white) Переместить like stars moving in...
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