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Opinion by SilverWings13 posted il y a 18 jours
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Hailey was first aware of the glass digging into her cheek, then the ringing in her ears. From her awkward angle on her back, she could see where the door had been smashed inward. Cracks spiderwebbed across the window pane.
A horrible screeching filled the wrecked limo as the door was pried off its hinges. Hailey raised an arm against the glass raining down as the door was yanked away, revealing the night sky. The stars were so abundant that it was easy to find the trail of smoke smudging out the dots of light.
Hailey grabbed ahold of the arms reaching down. Her left shoulder protested, but her cœur, coeur was pounding louder than the screaming pain. The mansion was exploding again and again in her mind. And Aleksander, standing on the balcony above the crowd, the epaulettes on his shoulders winking beneath the chandeliers. Even as she was lifted from the wreckage, Hailey scrambled to her feet. She needed to get to the house, to the last place she had seen her best friend alive.
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Fan fiction by Robin_Love posted il y a 1 mois
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Name: Jessie

Likes: Gardening

Best Friend: Joan

Loves: Animals

Dislikes: Poaching

Worst Habit: Sleeping at her desk

Personal Secret: Vegetarian
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Fan fiction by SilverWings13 posted il y a 1 mois
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Octavia
“Ana, are toi ready?”
The teenager was deaf to her name. Octavia sighed and went to the bedroom where the younger had gone to get dressed. “If you’re getting cold feet, it’s a little late for that—”
She paused in the doorway. Ana stood in front of the full-length mirror, staring at her reflection. Her curls bleached coppery blonde from years in the dessert sun, Octavia had referred to Ana’s dark roots to dye her hair its natural dark auburn. The soft waives were tamed into a bun, circled par an elegant braid like a mock crown. A few ringlets escaped to frame Ana’s face, where her freckles were made invisible par light foundation, and the Eastern-European amande shape of her eyes were accented par dark mascara and eyeliner. Even the dress, a light cream color, made the young woman look plus like her Queen grandmother. It modestly covered all of her skin, with a loose bodice, billowing sleeves, and long skirt. A diamond and obsidian choker twinkled around her neck with matching studs sparkling in her newly pierced ears. The robe shaped her body into something mature, but the golden bow around her waist and crown braided into her hair made her...
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Fan fiction by XxKFforeverXx posted il y a 1 mois
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Nudge paused as she entered the room, her chattering with the brunette beside her slowing. She rose an eyebrow in confusion at the three siblings laughing and hugging. "There's plus of you?" Jaime looked up at the sound and let go, running over and hugging onto her tightly. She blinked before slowly hugging him. 'I'm so confused." Nudge grabbed his shoulder, pushing him back to stare at him, lowering a few inches to get eye level with the boy. "You look just like him, wow." She leaned back up, patting her head as Jack held up the polaroid, snapping a picture of him. "What's your name, kiddo?" He asked, waving around the developing photo. Jaime looked at him in confusion before giving him a quite "Jaime" as a reply. He took a long look at the male. "You don't look like Ca-" Mel drove a hard fist into his back, earning a cough from Jaime. He turned to look at Mel and she stared at him. His eyes widened in realization before he turned back to the two, who didn't seem to notice the slip-up he nearly had. "Jack.." His voice was quiet and the brunette hardly heard his name. Jack smiled and wrote the name on the back of the polaroid before dropping it into his bag. Jaime was about...
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Fan fiction by Eclipse-YJ posted il y a 2 mois
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She laid her forehead harder against the wall, staring at the concrete in frustration.
"This voice...this new voice. Go...way..."
"You can't run away from fate. I found toi for a reason. I bound my soul with yours for a reason...Pandora. "

The sheer sound of that word sparked a burning rage inside her. "Do not call me that!" she snarled slashing her head to look behind her. Her eyes were met only with the emptiness of the room. She turned her gaze back to the mur the concrete felt cold on her temple bringing her back to reality. Her cœur, coeur quietened down.

"what should I call toi then if not your birth name?"

Pandora flicked back up her émeraude eyes glaring hard into the l’espace in front of her. Adamantium talons peaked out from beneath her nails instinctively.

"X maybe?"
"Stop it." Her voice growled squeezing her eyes shut clasping her ear tightly, claws digging into her flesh.
"Or Weapon X?"
"No." Pandora whimpered tapping her temple against the wall.
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Opinion by SilverWings13 posted il y a 2 mois
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When her client arrived, she recognized him this time. That night he had shown up, drunk and defeated, he had been a stranger to her. But now he was back to himself: neatly combed platinum blonde hair, impeccable three piece suit, confident smile on his lips.
“You look nice,” he told her as he led her par the arm down the stairs. Men usually wanted to take the back stairs to avoid being seen with escorts, but he did nothing to hide his place with her. Everyone in the brothel knew the young man was one of their own. “You look nervous,” he added as they stepped out into the brisk night air.
“We’ve never gone out before like this. I’m your informant, Aleksander. I know the people toi deal with, and I...” She stopped as he put a hand on her arm to gently steer her to face him.
“Hailey, I would never put toi in harms way,” Aleksander promised. “The instant toi start to feel uncomfortable, I’ll take toi home, okay?” He smiled, and she suddenly found herself flashing her fangs as she grinned and nodded along. No wonder he’s so successful in his plans, she thought, when he’s this persuasive.
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Fan fiction by Robin_Love posted il y a 2 mois
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toi know that toi need to do this. The last thing a dit to her rang in her ears. She growled softly as she tread through the mountains. A faint line of smoke directed her to the destination. Before getting too close, she transformed to her cat form and then moved closer. The soft, deep voices of two scouts hushed upon her arrival. She mewed softly as they let her into the secret base. She glanced around before heading through, the map they had drilled in her head helping her déplacer through the compound. She stopped suddenly, her cœur, coeur aching. Shaking her head, she pushed past the painful memory of a boy with white hair and hurried to controls. She changed inside the hidden safe. She gasped as the collier around her dug into her neck and sent electricity through her body. She grabbed what she needed and the collier stopped. She gasped and choked before she ran out, rushing for the exit. She couldn’t remember the suivant few minutes that passed by, but she remembered the tears in her eyes as the mountain exploded, her watching from a distance…
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Opinion by SilverWings13 posted il y a 4 mois
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For weeks, the siblings had gone over their plan again and again. Now, as Ana stood in the château bibliothèque leaning against her grandfather’s desk, staring at a geode emitting a holographic model of the room they were invading, she could have recited the plan herself. So she did.
“When I arrive, they’ll check me for weapons at the door, so—“
“You’ll have your Glock on toi since the guards expect it, but you’re prepared to be weaponless anyway,” Ana interrupted. The hologram zoomed in to focus on the front door. Aleksander nodded and continued.
“I’ll go into the room alone, except for my plus one, though she’s really only there for my cover—“
“And you’ll actually be there alone, unarmed, to socialize and montrer yourself off as Prince Alexi Romanov’s heir.”
“All the while, I’ll—“
“Be spreading the truth, exposing Magnus as a rotten, conniving pig who’s been planning to use us against the Red Army and current government of Russia, all without telling his own people, the White Army.”
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Opinion by SilverWings13 posted il y a 4 mois
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It was her brother's idea of apologizing. Every time Ana left for an errand, ou to go for a run as she had done two hours ago, she returned to find a new contribution to the ancient two-bedroom cabin. Yesterday it had been a pile of dry firewood, the jour before a repaired cuisine window. She had considered tossing the logs into the freezing river ou shattering the window with a stone, but despite her anger, those resources allowed her to stay in the dilapidated cabine away from the château where her brother lived like the false prince he was. The freezing mountain side was unfamiliar territory to the xerophytic young woman. As if to remind her of her codependency, Ana's stomach growled at the smell of today's gift: a hand basket of freshly baked pain left on the cabine doorstep.
Ana took the key from the inside pocket of her thermal jogging pants-another gift from her guilty patron-and used it to open the cabin's aluminum door, already half-way through a baguette. There were also fruits, meats, and crackers to be washed down with thé waiting in the cuisine to help replace the thousand ou so calories the young woman had burnt on her 12 mile morning run. They were simple foods...
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Opinion by SilverWings13 posted il y a 4 mois
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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 soupe 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 four and went back to the cuisine door.
"Noëlle?" he called again. "Mon ange!" No answer came from the flowered front yard ou the marsh lakeland at the bottom of the hill. Instinctively, Michael grabbed his fourreau ceinture 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 grange crouching behind the farmhouse. A warm light glowed from the hay-loft window. He sprinted through the long grass, panting par the time he reached the barn. The grange 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...
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Opinion by SilverWings13 posted il y a 4 mois
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Warning: mentions of prostitution (no actual intense sex/nudity scenes). Also, bad words.

She answered to the lazy pounding on her door. The lobby cloche, bell had rang long enough il y a that she had assumed her client had a difficult time climbing the stairs, and the sluggish knock confirmed the patron's heavy intoxication. The woman glanced in the mirror before turning the knob-- her last client had left half an heure ago, but her makeup had already been reapplied to accentuate her tan skin, full lips, and other favorable features of her Romanian heritage. The tiny red lanière, thong with its band of tassels and matching corset pulled tight around her torso and breasts left little to the imagination. Her châtaigne, châtaignier hair was brushed to a shine the way the American actrices wore theirs, and her fangs were barely visible unless she wanted them to be--a perk of being only half vampire. The woman made sure to smirk at her reflection to bolster her confidence before throwing the door open.
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Opinion by SilverWings13 posted il y a 5 mois
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Aleksander was already awake when his sister knocked on his door. A blue messenger papillon had flown through the cracked window half an heure il y a with an urgent message from the Red Army: the White Army’s leader, Wilhelm Magnus, was expected to attend the neutral Circle’s spring solstice celebration. Aleksander had already received the same news from Magnus’ own daughter and was attempting to explain to the Reds that he had the situation under control--without revealing his communications with the other side.
Even if he had been raised a strategist, playing both sides when he only wanted to watch those sides tear one another apart was headache inducing. A seconde glass of vodka had eased the migraine, but not his nerves. Nor had the fifth ou sixth. The time would come for the armies left over from the Russian revolution to decimate each other, but Aleksander had to insure neither he nor his daughter nor his fiancée nor his sister nor his sister’s boyfriend were caught up in the mess.
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Opinion by SilverWings13 posted il y a 5 mois
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“Why am I doing this again?”
“Alek can get his stupid stripper Romanian informant to do this.”
“Gosh, this world is SO COLD.”
Ana stopped at the door of the familiar apartment door with a huff. “Wow, I’m so whiney... I need to stop talking to myself.”
She found the door locked, predictably, but a black claw extending from her thumb and jammed into the knob got her in. The familiar thrill of a successful B&E should have comforted her, but as the teenager leaned back against the door, a sob choked her. The paper-thin robe clinging to her skin was suddenly suffocating as she tried to breath past the chains used to cage her, the men she had slaughtered, and Cal, laying prone as a corpse on a bed.
The air entering her lungs felt like feu as she forced her feet forward. It took either an eternity ou a minute to reach the shower, but the hot water washed away the goosebumps. The steam seemed to reopen her lungs, and her tears washed freely down the drain. The girl mindlessly gripped her right bicep with her right hand, her claws digging into flesh. The old habit drew blood to the surface and sent it running down her bare arm to bleed...
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Opinion by MafiaYJ posted il y a 5 mois
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Notes: Guess its time to get on the bandwagon isn't it? and even though my account is Mafia- i totally favor Babs- so-
/im thinking pre-esther btw

LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE
Name: Babylon
Reason ou meaning of name: I'm named after the biblical city of sin and false religioin due to my red eyes (the nuns really hated me-)
Eye Color: Red, I can change them to brown
Hair Style/Color: Black as night, very long, usually down
Height: 5'8.
Clothing Style: I like really professional clothes, well now adays, before it used to be really elaborate stuff that showed off my wealth, cause back then it was the only way people would listen to me toi know?
Best Physical Feature: I'd be lying if I didn't admit that my breasts got me out of a thing ou two

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE
Your Fears: Being meaningless ou losing people i love
Your Guilty Pleasure: *chuckles* Reliving my past, I l’amour dressing up in my old clothes, well it's either that ou experimentation, but lets not go there- *side-eye*
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Opinion by MafiaYJ posted il y a 5 mois
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Notes: WELP its been a million years hasn't it? I started écriture again for my blog and i ended up with this from a prompt and since it's about Babs, Nes, and Esther..

Use these three things somewhere in your story: An angel. A sword. A daycare.

“You have her lunch box?” Babylon a dit quickly, jumping about in the cuisine as she tossed bag after bag into Nereus’ arms. Nereus stood there, little Esther giggling in his arms, he smiled fondly at the brunette woman, fussing over things.
“Babs, calm down, we’ll be fine, you’ll be gone for two days. It’s nothing we can’t handle,” Nereus a dit gently, going over and setting down all the bags before taking hold of Babylon’s arm.
Babylon pinched the bridge of her nose, “I know..but she’s so young, and we’ve never left her with anyone else before..and the daycare-”
“Will take great care of her, she’s a water spirit, they can’t do anything about that, they don’t need to know anything else,” Nereus reasoned, it felt strange but pretty good to be the rational one in a conversation for once. Usually Babylon’s age and experience got in the way of trying to reason...
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Guide by killer24 posted il y a 5 mois
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Smart Alex!
(So I haven't been on in quite awhile, I'm going to change that, I need an escape from Uni... Expect stories, Rps and general mischief!
I thought the best comeback would be to re-introduce my little bastards, everyone seems to be trying this format so.... Enjoy!)

LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE
Name: Knight, Alex Knight.
Reason ou meaning of name: Sweet, short, rolls of the tongue ladies l’amour it! (Oh boy, here we go.)
Eye Colour: Blue, I think? I can't really look myself. (Use a mirror, don't go cross-eyed!)
Hair Style/Colour: Blond and short but a tad messy, I call it styled. (Bedhead.)
Height: 6.2" / 189cm
Clothing Style: Eh casual, whatever I happen to have around that's clean. Ooh but I like Suits – Avocats sur Mesure as well, looking cool and smart!
Best Physical Feature: All of me, what's not to love?. (His smirk and/or grin.)

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE
Your Fears: Snakes, maybe clowns.... Snake-Clowns. (loosing those he cares for... Why must he act childish?)
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Opinion by SilverWings13 posted il y a 5 mois
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There was a dull roar in his ears, what he knew immediately to be applause. Yet when Callaghan blinked his eyes up at the blinding fluorescent lights, he thought himself to at first be alone. There was a heaviness to his body that set him into a momentary panic. But the smell of disinfectant and cotton blanket beneath his fingertips explained the circumstances to him.

Turning his head allowed the young warlock to find a man apparently twice his age sitting in a chair in front of the television, watching a black-and-white film of an ice skater. The whirling athlete on screen was a young teenager, with raven dark hair properly slicked back. His outfit appeared to be a dress veste and pants, almost a military uniform, unlike the glittering outfits skaters wore nowadays. But plus dazzling than his fluid movements ou sophisticated appearance was his strikingly confident, exuberant smile.

“He became the youngest or medalist in ice skating in history that year.” Wilhelm Magnus’ voice jarred Callaghan from his reverie. He was unsure of how his father even realized he was awake, but kept his wondering to himself to avoid interrupting. “It’s a shame...
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Guide by XxKFforeverXx posted il y a 5 mois
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Because this girl doesn’t get very much attention.

LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE
Name: Alexandria Douglas.. used to be Michels. But toi can call me Alex, ou Nudge... I’ll plus than likely respond quicker to Nudge. It’s grown on me.
Reason ou meaning of name: “a beautiful person; that of which is consumed in greatness; usually has nice hair” tch, wish I could agree.
Eye Color: They're blue.
Hair Style/Color: It's naturally blonde, shocking I know. It’s pretty long, middle of my back, usually up away from my face.
Height: 5'8, I'm taller than Fang's kid, funny right? He's a giant.
Clothing Style: I like leggings ou skinny-jeans.. Oversized sweatshirts are quite nice. Sometimes I wear something nice.
Best Physical Feature: I'd like to say my natural blonde hair.

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE
Your Fears: Going back to that hell.
Your Guilty Pleasure: I binge eats tons of ice cream and then pass out the canapé for like 6 hours.
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Fan fiction by XxKFforeverXx posted il y a 5 mois
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Seraph grabbed onto Shane's wrist and strapped the watch on before speaking. "The rendez-vous amoureux, date is already set. The moment toi get there, your guardian will immediately enroll toi in their same school, and toi will live with her." Shane's eyes went out of focus as Seraph continued to talk, his gaze focused on the ground. émeraude eyes were torn away only when their was a fist in his hair, jerking his head upwards. "Listen to me, toi shit. I don't care what toi feel about the situation, toi are going to do this. I don't care how toi get close, ou how toi get on that team. Do it." He hissed and hit a button on the watch, shoving Shane back a few steps and tossing the veste at him. The teen caught it and stared at the watch before looking up. The surroundings he was once in, changed to something completely different. Shane stared at the watch again, furrowing his brows together. He was still in the cœur, coeur of Gotham, only this time, it was the an 2012. "You must be him." A female's voice filled Shane's ears and he looked up and around him, narrowing his eyes. "The alley, dear. To your left." She slowly stepped from the shadows, her magenta hair pulled away from her face into a neat bun....
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Guide by XxKFforeverXx posted il y a 5 mois
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...I haven't posté in forever, and I've finally started developing Lexi so that she can be used in things :P

LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE
Name: Alexis, ou Lexi. Preferably Lexi.
Reason ou 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 ou 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 skirts and stuff like that.
Best Physical Feature: I dunno? (Wings, child. They're a blinding white.)

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE
Your Fears: Things with massively large claws.
Your Guilty Pleasure: Oreos, and milk. Oh my god. I also binge watch..
Your Biggest Pet Peeve: Um.. Nothing really gets on my nerves /that/ much.. maybe people who chew really loudly? I mean,I can already hear it, but it just gets amplified.
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Opinion by SilverWings13 posted il y a 5 mois
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LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE
Name: Callaghan Ivan Rurik
Reason ou meaning of name: Callaghan like the royal O'Callaghans of Ireland, Ivan for Ivan the Terrible of Russia, and Rurik because my mother's last name is plus valuable than my father's.
Species: Warlock
Eye Color: Honey in the sunlight, midnight in the shade
Hair Style/Color: Short and dark with blonde highlights
Height: 6' even
Clothing Style: Flannels, t-shirts, jeans, and my glasses
Best Physical Feature: Everything (his humility)

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE
Your Fears: Bats... Big, flying rats *shivers*
Your Guilty Pleasure: All night movie marathons
Your Biggest Pet Peeve: My brothers' existence (A pet peeve means that anyone can do it--) Well there enough of them, aren't there?
Your Ambition for the Future: To be happy, always

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS
Your First Thoughts Waking Up: Nope.
What toi Think About the Most: How to best avoid my father
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Opinion by SilverWings13 posted il y a 7 mois
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Bloody Fingers

[i]“Ugh, I should have braided my hair. It’s all over the place, in my face all the time!”
“Sir, do toi mind rolling the windows down? The lady would like to feel the wind in her hair.”
“Nein, nein! Es ist in Ordnung!” the girl assured quickly. She gave the brunette a glare for his teasing, and they both burst into laughter.
“Your German is good,” Callaghan commended.
“I had a tutor,” the teenager explained. “He taught me Earthling languages that I couldn’t pick up on the streets of Elam like I could the Demonic dialogues. German, French, Latin, Greek—in the five years he taught me, I even picked up his American accent when speaking English. It made it easier as a courier, to be able to read messages and…overhear conversations.”
“Ah, yes, a regular double-O 7…or Mata Hari~” He gave her a wink that made her stick out her tongue at him, and their laughter once again filled the back of the cab. She looked towards the city lights passing outside their windows before glancing back to ask where he was taking her for dinner. The girl caught Callaghan staring at her and blushed....
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Guide by Robin_Love posted il y a 7 mois
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Blaine Wyatt Aldric
LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE
Name: Blaine Wyatt Aldric
Reason ou meaning of name: Blaine-Yellow; Wyatt-Brave, Hardy; Aldric-wise ruler
Eye Color: Undefined (I haven't decided)
Hair Style/Color: Red
Height: 5'10
Clothing Style: Formal
Best Physical Feature: Why does this matter? (His hair)

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE
Your Fears: Loosing
Your Guilty Pleasure: Kisses
Your Biggest Pet Peeve: ...Loosing
Your Ambition for the Future: I wish not to disclose

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS
Your First Thoughts Waking Up: When did I fall asleep?
What toi Think About the Most: That's Private
What toi Think About Before Bed: Not specific
toi Think Your Best Quality Is: I guess I'd say my smile (You smile?)

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?
Single ou Group Dates: Single
To be Loved ou Respected: There was a time I thought respect was better...
chiens ou Cats: I've become awfully fond of dogs
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Fan fiction by XxKFforeverXx posted il y a 7 mois
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Her hair, only black
First part probably won't be published for a very long time.. but, enjoy this story arc that spins off To Save the Future. Also, this may get a bit.. gory? Triggering? Something like that.

Let me see, take a moment, rewind
Understand what’s flowing through my mind, I’ve tried
I’m always trying to rediscover who I am inside

Black leather gloves clicked the mask into place, the crouched figure perched on a gargoyle over Gotham City. A loud sigh came from their mouth as they slowly stood and backed away from the ledge, annoyed at the lack of amusement in the streets below. One hand rose to catch the batarang thrown from behind. They turned quickly and threw it back, their other hand moving to block the incoming kick. They stared down at the infamous Damian Wayne, a snicker from behind the mask. "You don't deserve that mask. He was the only one who could fill it!" He shouted, staring up at the red mask that covered the other's face.
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Guide by XxKFforeverXx posted il y a 7 mois
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LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE
Name: Tristan West!
Reason ou meaning of name: Urban dictionary says I'm most amazing-est guy there ever is.
Eye Color: Greeeeen.
Hair Style/Color: I'm a ginger.
Height: Like... 5'6, 5'7?
Clothing Style: It varies, usually what ever makes me most comfortable... like t-shirts.
Best Physical Feature: Freckles?

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE
Your Fears: The speed force really trips me out man.
Your Guilty Pleasure: Eating like 4 tubs of ice cream at once. Massive ones.
Your Biggest Pet Peeve: Super super slow people. Like, tortue speed.
Your Ambition for the Future: I haven't donné it much thought...

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS
Your First Thoughts Waking Up: Breakfast, calories, carbs, now.
What toi Think About the Most: When my meal is, my metabolism is through the roof.
What toi Think About Before Bed: Usually events from earlier that day.
toi Think Your Best Quality Is: My super speed. (Such a dweeb. >.>)
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