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Opinion by SilverWings13 posted hace 1 mes
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For weeks, the siblings had gone over their plan again and again. Now, as Ana stood in the castillo biblioteca 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 tu 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 mostrar 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 hace 1 mes
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It was her brother's idea of apologizing. Every time Ana left for an errand, o 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 día before a repaired cocina window. She had considered tossing the logs into the freezing river o shattering the window with a stone, but despite her anger, those resources allowed her to stay in the dilapidated cabina away from the castillo 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 pan de molde, pan left on the cabina 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 té waiting in the cocina to help replace the thousand o 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 hace 1 mes
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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 sopa 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 horno and went back to the cocina door.
"Noëlle?" he called again. "Mon ange!" No answer came from the flowered front yard o the marsh lakeland at the bottom of the hill. Instinctively, Michael grabbed his vaina, funda cinturón, correa 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 granero crouching behind the farmhouse. A warm light glowed from the hay-loft window. He sprinted through the long grass, panting por the time he reached the barn. The granero 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 hace 2 meses
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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 campana had rang long enough hace 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 hora 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 correa, tanga with its band of tassels and matching corset pulled tight around her torso and breasts left little to the imagination. Her castaña, castaño 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 hace 2 meses
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Aleksander was already awake when his sister knocked on his door. A blue messenger mariposa had flown through the cracked window half an hora hace 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 segundo glass of vodka had eased the migraine, but not his nerves. Nor had the fifth o 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 hace 2 meses
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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 vestido 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 fuego as she forced her feet forward. It took either an eternity o a minuto 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 hace 2 meses
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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 o 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 tu know?
Best Physical Feature: I'd be lying if I didn't admit that my breasts got me out of a thing o two

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE
Your Fears: Being meaningless o losing people i love
Your Guilty Pleasure: *chuckles* Reliving my past, I amor dressing up in my old clothes, well it's either that o experimentation, but lets not go there- *side-eye*
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Opinion by MafiaYJ posted hace 2 meses
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Notes: WELP its been a million years hasn't it? I started escritura 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 dicho quickly, jumping about in the cocina 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 dicho 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 hace 2 meses
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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 o meaning of name: Sweet, short, rolls of the tongue ladies amor 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 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 hace 2 meses
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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 chaqueta and pants, almost a military uniform, unlike the glittering outfits skaters wore nowadays. But más dazzling than his fluid movements o sophisticated appearance was his strikingly confident, exuberant smile.

“He became the youngest oro 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 hace 2 meses
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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 tu can call me Alex, o Nudge... I’ll más than likely respond quicker to Nudge. It’s grown on me.
Reason o 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 o 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 sofá for like 6 hours.
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Fan fiction by XxKFforeverXx posted hace 2 meses
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Seraph grabbed onto Shane's wrist and strapped the watch on before speaking. "The fecha is already set. The moment tu get there, your guardian will immediately enroll tu in their same school, and tu will live with her." Shane's eyes went out of focus as Seraph continued to talk, his gaze focused on the ground. esmeralda eyes were torn away only when their was a fist in his hair, jerking his head upwards. "Listen to me, tu shit. I don't care what tu feel about the situation, tu are going to do this. I don't care how tu get close, o how tu get on that team. Do it." He hissed and hit a button on the watch, shoving Shane back a few steps and tossing the chaqueta 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 corazón of Gotham, only this time, it was the año 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 hace 2 meses
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...I haven't publicado in forever, and I've finally started developing Lexi so that she can be used in things :P

LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE
Name: Alexis, o Lexi. Preferably Lexi.
Reason o 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 o 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 hace 2 meses
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LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE
Name: Callaghan Ivan Rurik
Reason o 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 más 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 tu Think About the Most: How to best avoid my father
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Opinion by SilverWings13 posted hace 4 meses
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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 tu 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 hace 4 meses
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Blaine Wyatt Aldric
LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE
Name: Blaine Wyatt Aldric
Reason o 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 tu Think About the Most: That's Private
What tu Think About Before Bed: Not specific
tu Think Your Best Quality Is: I guess I'd say my smile (You smile?)

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?
Single o Group Dates: Single
To be Loved o Respected: There was a time I thought respect was better...
perros o Cats: I've become awfully fond of dogs
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Fan fiction by XxKFforeverXx posted hace 4 meses
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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 hace 4 meses
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LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE
Name: Tristan West!
Reason o 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, tortuga speed.
Your Ambition for the Future: I haven't dado it much thought...

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS
Your First Thoughts Waking Up: Breakfast, calories, carbs, now.
What tu Think About the Most: When my meal is, my metabolism is through the roof.
What tu Think About Before Bed: Usually events from earlier that day.
tu Think Your Best Quality Is: My super speed. (Such a dweeb. >.>)
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Guide by Robin_Love posted hace 4 meses
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Jessie Nasrin Bennett
LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE
Name: Jessie Nasrin Bennett
Reason o meaning of name:Jessie- God beholds; Nasrin- wild rose; Bennett- blessed
Eye Color: Green
Hair Style/Color: oro Wheat
Height: 5'4
Clothing Style: I dress for the weather
Best Physical Feature: Um...I've been told my smile is great

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE
Your Fears: Um...dark
Your Guilty Pleasure: flor Crowns
Your Biggest Pet Peeve: Being Shoved Away
Your Ambition for the Future: To live?

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS
Your First Thoughts Waking Up: Depends on the night before
What tu Think About the Most: The herbs I need daily
What tu Think About Before Bed: Bed. Now.
tu Think Your Best Quality Is: I guess I can find things?

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?
Single o Group Dates: I've never been....
To be Loved o Respected: Loved....
perros o Cats: Dogs

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?
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Opinion by SilverWings13 posted hace 5 meses
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She could hear a clicking of a keyboard in the kitchen. The noise had dado her dreams of her father, working on his typewriter at all hours of the night while she slept on the sofá in their tiny two-bedroom apartment in London. Waking to a pounding headache to find herself alone in the dark had sent shivers down her spine. Worse was the ache of thirst in her throat. So despite her reluctance to face the warlock after the drunken outburst she unfortunately remembered well, Ana padded out of the guest room to the kitchen.
At least she had her own clothes back on now, dried from the rain. It would have been humiliating to have to face Cal while wearing his oversized flannel and some long-forgotten girl’s shorts. He kept his eyes on his laptop as she passed him to get a glass of water, but turned when he felt her eyes peeking over his shoulder at the macroeconomics essay. With a start, she realized that he was wearing glasses to see the tiny black print on his laptop screen. “If tu have any input on the causes and effects of the 2008 recession, I’m all ears.” Ana shook her head and quickly stopped staring, moving to sit across from him at the island. After a few...
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Guide by Robin_Love posted hace 5 meses
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Tara
LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE
Name: Tara Almaraz
Reason o meaning of name: “Queen” (Irish), “Star” (Asian)
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Style/Color: Blown, worn down mostly
Height: 5'7
Clothing Style: Uhm..suave nerd?
Best Physical Feature: Hair

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE
Your Fears: Uhmm.....skip
Your Guilty Pleasure: Chocolate
Your Biggest Pet Peeve: Personal space
Your Ambition for the Future: To live...

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS
Your First Thoughts Waking Up: I'm so sore
What tu Think About the Most: Do white-haired Siberians count?
What tu Think About Before Bed: I wish this was over already
tu Think Your Best Quality Is: Um.....define “best”...

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?
Single o Group Dates: That depends on the group...
To be Loved o Respected: Loved
perros o Cats: Dogs!!!

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?
Lie: Maaaaaybe
Believe in Yourself: Depends on the circumstances
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Fan fiction by Robin_Love posted hace 6 meses
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WARNING: This is violent. There isn't a happy ending. If tu choose to read, be prepared.




“How long has it been?”
“Almost a month.”
“How is she still alive?! tu dicho 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?! tu don't have any power without us!”
“Don't kill her. tu 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 and armed like a military general. In his hands was a plate of uneaten food.
“She sent it back again?!”
“Never even touched it. I don't know how she's doing it, but she should be dead por now. It's not possible for any human to go this long without any comida o water.”
“That's the problem; she's not human. Perhaps it's time to try a different tactic...”
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Fan fiction by XxKFforeverXx posted hace 7 meses
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The boy winced in pain as he was drug por his camisa, camiseta por Nicolette, and a fistful of hair held por Kori. Kori seemed to march her way through the watchtower, eyes glued adelante, hacia adelante as she was silent. Nicolette scurried along, her ears tucked low as she waved at people. "Where are we even going?" The boy only stumbled along, taking in the sights around him. He got no answer, but was only pushed along more, this time más ruggedly. Fang stopped mid-sentence when Kori and NIcolette entered the room, his eyes moving from one of his children to the other. "Who is this, and why does my daughter look like she's about to rip him in two?" Scotty poked his eyes around Jaime, a grin coming to his face. "And why does my daughter look like she was just scarred for life?" He chuckled, walking adelante, hacia adelante a few steps. "He, kissed, me." Kori hissed out, the expression on her face was one Fang knew all to well. "You brought him all the way here to tell me that? What, tu want me to scold him?" Fang snickered, both Jaime and Scotty biting back laughter. NIcolette looked at her friend before looking at her father. "It's not funny! It's disgusting!" Those five words sent Fang into an outburst of laughter, along...
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Opinion by SilverWings13 posted hace 8 meses
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Ana stretched her arms as she sat back in her seat, sighing as she slouched in the tall chair and surveyed the crowded bar. Between the time she had arrived with Callaghan and the time she finished her food, the relaxed cena crowd had been replaced por rowdy evening drinkers.

There were mostly young adults, couples and friend groups. A teenager in a flowered sun dress cuddled up to a young man in a jean chaqueta and beanie. There was even a band consisting of a violinist, drummer, and guitarist setting up their equipment in the back corner.

Ana returned her attention to her own cena partner. He was picking at the last of his spaetzle-- which the girl understood to be thick, cheesy egg noodles. She had already cleared her plate of sausages, sauerkraut, and a galleta salada, pretzel the size of her head. The rich new tastes had paired so perfectly with her frothing pint of cerveza that she had downed two of them to wash down the meal. The bar tender was eyeing her and her small stature as if expecting the girl to topple out of her chair. For once she felt thankful for her upbringing in a desert with little water, but plenty of fermented cactus juice.
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Guide by Robin_Love posted hace 8 meses
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Reyna Jackson
Name: Reyna (Ray-na) Jackson
Alias: Hyde
Occupation: Translator; vigilante; student
Powers: Siren Song, Levitation, Abnormal strength, Wings, Mermaid
Weaknesses If she expels too much power, she will pass out. She is not invulnerable to weapons. She can only levitate herself for short periods of time.
Skills/talents: She is fluent in sign language, English, and understands animals.
History: Reyna was born the daughter of a human man and a mermaid. Her parents met young and married. As time went on, her father, in his buscar for scientific recognition, started to go mad. He used his daughter as a test subject for many different projects until her mother found out. In fear, she ran away with their daughter. Knowing he would most likely look to the water, Reyna's mother hid on land. Reyna grew for several years in peace, exhibiting results from her father's tests. Due to an incident that caused their secret to spread, they went on the run for months. Unfortunately, Reyna's father found them. He ended up killing her mother and took her home. There, he preformed tests for Reyna to overcome. He...
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