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posted by Robin_Love
A little...bromance I guess. Enjoy.


He sat alone in his room, staring at the ceiling. The clock tick-tocked in the silence. He rolled over, glancing at the picture. Of her. He sighed and put it down so he didn't have to look at it. A knock sounded at his door. He ignored it. The door opened.
“Still moping I see.”
“Hnn.”
The intruder stepped inside and closed the door.
“At least you're still alive.”
“For now.”
“And how many hours of sleep did we get this time?”
“Two.”
“Because of her I imagine.”
He sighed, feeling the weight of the intruder on his bed. He rolled over to look at him.
“Terror, how long will u mope? We've all missed you.”
“I hurt, Zero. Can't they respect that?”
Zero lay down volgende to him, staring up at the ceiling.
“You've never acted this withdrawn before. They're worried you'll never get out of your slump.”
“And u aren't?”
“I know you. If I give u time, you'll heal. I'm meer worried about her.”
“Why?”
Terror put his head on Zero's stomach and Zero placed a hand on his head.
“She's falling in and out of love with you. She's playing with fire. She'll eventually see the truth in her hart-, hart and be hurt.”
“Do u know what that truth is?”
“Yes. She'll see that, despite all her wanting to love you, she actually doesn't. You're just her safety net. But we both know u can't be tamed of kept on a leash. You've released her to the wind, she'll try to keep a hold of you. To make sure your monster doesn't hurt others.”
The room fell silent except for the clock. It was like this for several minuten before a sound from the other side of headquarters brought them out of their thoughts.
“I've wondered at the feeling in my heart. I thought it was because she loved him more. But now I see it's because we aren't tied at the hart-, hart like she is with him.”
“That's right Terror. But that doesn't mean someone else isn't tied with you.”
“I know.”
“C'mon Terror. Let's get u out of here.”
“Why?”
“You need to get out. And I have a surprise for you.”
“Tell me.”
“Your favoriete thing in the world.”
Terror moved his head to look at Zero. His friend was smiling at him. In a sudden movement, Terror had his arms around his friend's neck in a hug. Zero, although startled, smiled and hugged back.
“Thank u Zero.”
“You're welcome my hart-, hart broken monster.”
posted by SilverWings13
I realize how crummy my first bio of my OC was, so I've decided to rewrite it.

Occupation: Heroin in training- Team Young Justice
Alter-Ego: Aryess Weston aka Ary
Personality: mature for her age, but often acts like a kid to keep up the good mood; trustworthy though doesn't trust many others; very friendly unless she feels threatened; stubborn.
Age: 14
Description: 5'5"; fair hair; light gray eyes; always wears her angel-charm nacklace; two tattoos (one on left shoulder, one on lower back, both hidden from view).
Skills: no super powers, mes handling, martial arts, straat fighting, mild acrobatics,...
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added by MinaBloodlust
posted by SilverWings13
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...
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Lets skip around 4.. no, 5 months.. Of course I gave him my number. Who wouldn't want to chat it up with a tall, white-haired boy with striking violet eyes? I know I want to, and I am. Dad knew something was up the moment I came out, and it was a long, interrogation ride home.. but since then, it's been a non-stop rollercoaster of smile and laughter ever since. But at this moment in time, I was frantically digging through my closet because I was going out, with him. Of course, I had been on many dates with him before, but this felt, different. I let out an annoyed whine, grabbing the attention...
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posted by SilverWings13
“Did u get it?” Marius demanded.
Angel was too busy choking up water from her lungs to answer. Gabriel was all but passed out on the snow beside her.
“Well, did you?” Chloë inquired eagerly. The blonde nodded, finally regaining her breath. “Then let us see it!”
“Not here,” Angel wheezed, “Not with-” It was only then that it occurred to her how red the soft blanket she sat on. There were bodies laid across the courtyard. Some were entombed in caskets of ice, their expressions of shock and horror frozen as if they were displays in a museum. Others had been ripped apart by...
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Ultra-Guardian, aka Queen Beetles/Alanna's first daughter, aka Serenity. Current status: Missing.

Queen Beetle walked up and down in front of Kaya, whose one cheek was sore from the slaps. Kaya's eyes followed the queen she was trying her best not to laugh the embarrassed woman.
"Why did u agree to let my people take the Hexagons?" Queen Beetle asked.
"I thought it was the only way u and I could talk without my husband and the others getting suspicious," Kaya replied smiling.
"Get out." Queen Beetle order guards at the door. They obey and exited. Queen Beetle addressed Kaya, "You embarrassed...
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posted by -BelovedRobin
It was a quarter past midnight, not a single whisk of life stirred other then the leather cased finger stroking the brim of the amber elixir. He was calm. Breathing even as it course through his blood.

Inhale. Exhale.

He gazed over the brim of tainted shades, looking for his dearest fair sister cruising behind ebony. Her heels clicking to each sway of her pencil skirt, to every swoosh of the field of wheat grazing over her bum.

"Abel, I'm going back. Are u going to stop me?" The slick amber pool around his coarse bottom lip. Edging the tip of his tongue whilst whispering sweet tunes into the...
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posted by SilverWings13
Nic barely flinched as a fist rapped on the door of his quarters. "Come in," he granted without raising his voice. 
Ivara opened the door slowly. She hesitated then, wondering if her task was just. Her Superior had his elbows on the bureau and appeared to be staring intently over the top, boven of his open laptop at the afbeeldingen taped to the wall. He wore the same outfit as he had worn that morning at practice: dark red sweats and nothing more. 
Ivara could see the marks that were etched in Nic's back, light scars on his pale skin. She was reminded of the markings that decorated her own body, the violet...
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posted by BladeYJ
 Wonderland...
Wonderland...
We're all a little mad. A little insane. A little psycho. On the inside. We usually know how to control that small part of us. But what happens when it builds up? What happens when it claws its way out? u snap. Correct?

Sometimes when we snap, we murder people.
Parents.
Animals.
Friends.
Sisters
Brothers?

Sometimes we kill ourselves.
Weather by:
Burning.
Drowning.
Knives of Ropes.

But sometimes... People try to help us.. sometimes people cause our madness. The thing that leads to those horrid acts is them trying to fix us. And door fixing us they put us in a room. With a jacket. And isolate us from everyone...
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posted by Robin_Love
His footsteps echoed in the mountain base, the clock reading well into three in the morning. He knew she wasn't going to be there, but something compelled him to come. Her room was the same as he had last seen. He picked things up, not sure why he had come but not put to rest about where she had gone of why she hadn't told him. Guilt suddenly swarmed around him. Maybe if he was here more, paid meer attention to her...He shook his head.
You know she hates when u do that, Alek. He sighed and moved to the desk, where her journal lay open. He imagined her sitting there, writing. He could see...
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posted by SilverWings13
"Am I dead?"
The woman-- My mother continues smiling, shakes her head, takes a zitplaats, stoel on the couch. Rests those summer-rain irises on me, takes in my shock, confusion, the volume of vragen written across my expression.
"My God," she breaths, "My little girl's all grown up."
"Mom.. I don't understand," I barely notice the tears slipping down my cheeks. "You died in that fire. u and Dad both.." A too-hopeful thought occurs to me and I find myself glancing around the room in zoek of the answer to the vraag I ask next. "Is he here, too?"
I wonder if I imagine the sad shadow drawn from her...
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posted by SilverWings13
The first thing I see is white. It is blindingly pure and I have to raise a hand to shield my eyes. When the light fades, I blink 8 times, trying to grasp my surroundings.
The room I stand in is warmed door the flames dancing in the fireplace. A burgundy divan, bank sits on the flowered Persian rug, accompanied door two arm chairs and a glass coffee table.
The vraag
"Where am I?" leaves my mind in that glance. It is replaced by "Why?" and meer urgently "How?". I walk cautiously vooruit, voorwaarts and run a hand over a bookshelf crowded with thick encyclopedias and vibrant fairytales.
This place.
This house were...
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posted by GlitterPuff
The girl walked in the cave, laptop in hands, wearing sweatpants, a T-shirt, and multi-colored socks. She sat down on the couch, her legs crossed, and opened the laptop, setting it in her lap. Immediately, the lock screen showed up, having her type in her password. After she typed it in, the laptop went to the main screen, a picture of her, Rosie, and Maxine appeared in the background. The red head moved the muis pad and left clicked on the documents tab, opening a file about Joker that Zack had gotten for her. Rene put it on full zoom, reading everything over a billion times, getting as much...
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posted by CoaxochYJ
~Contains spoilers straight from the artikel she dies~

Welcome to a city that'll bring u to your knees
It'll make u beg for more, until u can't even breathe
Your blindfold is on tight, but u like what u see
So follow me into the night, cause I got just what u need
We're all rolling down the boulevard, full of schapen and sharks
It's a futherduckin' riot, we've been dying to start
You better grab a hold cause now u know you're falling apart
You thought these streets were paved in gold
but they're dirty and dark


Mel walked among the streets. Her swords drawn. The sky was an ugly dust color....
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(( Bentley P.O.V ))
Two months………, two months we’ve been trapped in this death game…. We had barely made a dent into reaching the one hundredth floor. The floor to freedom, I felt lost and tired but wasn’t in my right mind to give up. I walked through the streets in my black combat boots, black jeans, my black fingerless gloves, and fighting vest with swords crossing on the front. I walked past the fruit stands and opened my option lijst looking to see how much money I had, I clicked on an amount and a bag of money appeared in my hand as I walked over to purchase a bag of apples....
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posted by Robin_Love
She opened her eyes and looked around the dimly lit room. She read the time on the clock. Only noon. She had time. She reached under her bed and pulled out the suitcase. She got up and looked in her closet. Pushing the clothes aside, she grabbed all the weapons left on their posts. She placed them in the suitcase along with the other smaller knives and guns hidden in the room. S
he threw in a book of foto's and her journal. She closed the suitcase, slipped her iPod in her pocket, and looked around the simple room she had called hers. There really wasn't much she had, a few books, few clothes,...
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posted by SilverWings13
First songfic ever (published) door yours truly!

This is the end
Hold your breath and count to ten


It would be much easier just to let go. To allow the bubbles of valuable oxygen escape her lips an float away to freedom.

Feel the earth verplaats and then
Hear my hart-, hart burst again


Her lungs screamed for meer air, any air, her body begged for meer heat, any heat. The energy had already seeped trough her clothes into the surrounding depths. All senses threatened to shut down and leave her lost in the darkness alone and too exhausted to give a care.

For this is the end
I've drowned and dreamt this moment


The chain...
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posted by SilverWings13
A little crack ship in honor of Hallows Eve.

"Prisoner 117," the jailer called in Russian. The crowd parted and two guards stepped forward, dragging a prisoner between them. The oranje jumpsuit he wore was little meer than mud splattered, blood stained rags. His hair, once a gleaming, wavy golden blond, was darkened and matted. The penitentiary guards threw the boy into the mud at the jailer's feet. He groaned and coward like a wounded animal.
"Filthy razboynik*," the jailer spit, speaking in his language. "You are nothing of use to us any longer. u have refused to give us any information...
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posted by khanna266
Ari stood behind the limber dark boom *snap* a deer
just fell into her trap she turned to it a baby deer
right in front of her...she let it free."No luck today."
she whispered to herself and then out of the bloom
right behind her was Nightwing."Dick!I hate it when u do that is it really neccessary?!"she asked in anger,"Actually yes it is."he answered sarcastically,
"What do u want Nightwing?"she asked in a sigh.
"to wish u a happy 16th birthday sis."he said,
"Oh,thanks."she zei surprisingly,"I still remember this place Bruce would take us here all the time when we were kids."Dick said,
flashback...
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