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posted by XxKFforeverXx
Fang snapped upright, resulting in slamming his head on the metal dog caja, cajón de he was sitting in. 
"Ow...Where the.." Fang eyes became wide when he figured out where he was. He turned when he felt eyes staring him down. He glanced to the side, and came face to face with Angel, the youngest of the flock he was in. 
"Angel!?!"
"Hi..Fang?" ángel stared slightly past him.
"Angel...." Fang waved his hand, "I'm right here..." ángel looked directly at him. 
"I-I can't see. They done what they done me to Iggy....Only everything is muggy and gray." She pulled her knees up to her chest. "And Fang." 
"Yes Angel?" 
"They took your wings" ángel scooted back and a strong arm jerked Fang out from his crate. 

Yes. I purposely made this short. >:D
posted by 221B-Baker
This charrie goes por the name Jenson King. Overly-gelled black hair to match his green eyes, this kid could be a Greaser, I swear. When he gets angry, o his body is put under a large amount of stress, he has the ability to retreat into the form of a black leopard. Even when in human form, his cat-like eyes and fangs give him night-vision, and an unusual taste for catnip. Jenson's past remains a secret, even to him. His earliest memory is waking up in the middle of the jungle at age twelve, only to be taken to civilization por tourists. He enjoyed old, classic streetfighting games, hence his Greaser appearance. At age sixteen, he traveled to America, and joined the team. Knowing más Hindi than English, he often just sits in the rafters and watches everyone.

This biography has many sketchy points, and most of my biographies will, until I'm used to escritura them, so, patience.
She layed in her cama while a blue gleam entered the room, her grey eyes blinked back tears, she felt lonesome, empty…..just like when her parents died. A knock sounded at the door along with the deep voice that was her brother, “ hola Ary tu awake in there? We need to talk “ Declan dicho from outside the door. Aryess wiped tears from her eyes and hissed out “ I wouldn’t be asleep with how loud your talking anyway “, “ are tu decent? im coming in “ he announced. Aryess let out a sigh of annoyance as a sign for him to come in, the door opened and the blonde haired boy entered...
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*giggles*

((Oy...))

1)    If tu had to choose between riding on a arco iris o delivering rainbows, and why?

Both! And I already deliver them anyways…

2)    When is someone going to go elefante riding with me?

*in robot voice* Unable to answer due to the fact it is directed to others…

((What the-))

3)    Would tu rather live in a giant pumpkin, o eat a giant pumpkin?

Live in one! Then I can be like that bunny that lived in one!

4)    Unicorns o el espacio Unicorns? Please explain!

SPCAE UNICORNS! It would be offensive to...
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(( two months hace Silvers P.O.V ))

I crossed my arms defiantly looking at Jet “ what the heck does the black swordsman do? “, Jet shrugged “ some say he holds great power, some say hes evil, and some say that hes the one who created the game “. I crinkled my nose confused “ why is there only one black swordsman? “ I muttered out, Jet looked at me with his brown eyes “ don’t think im lying this is what ive heard….you told me to tell tu all there is to know about the game, and every ones wondering who the black swordsman is and wondering whose great enough to be someone with...
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Can tu believe it? It's officially been a año since Red Revenge made his first appearance in Heart of Courage...

And now it's time for the party to start! Later this week, 66DragonAnimations will be uploading a video celebrating the one año anniversary of this vigilante! The link to the link is below. They've even re-designed it for the special anniversary!!!

And what will the link account be doing tu ask? Why, we're re-publishing every single Red Revenge story ever! Go check it out, fan us, and enjoy this mes of the Black Hero.

Celebrations start December 1st and continue until the World Premiere of What Matters? on January 5th!

So please, enjoy this mes of festivities and DON'T LEAVE!!!! WE'LL BE RIGHT BACK!!!
posted by Red-Revenge
End Strategy

(Part 1)

New York City,

June 17, 08:09 EST

Holly groaned and rolled over, feeling the cool air wash over her body. There was a certain absence in the cama which she quickly recognized was Sam. She sighed and laid in the cama for a little while longer before rolling out and walking into the bathroom. She took a quick hot ducha, ducha de and threw on a túnica, albornoz before walking into the kitchen.

Sam was sitting at the mesa, tabla lectura the newspaper. He had a steaming cup of coffee in his hand which he drank without seeming to notice the temperature.

"Happy Birthday." acebo said, besar him on the cheek before...
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posted by Mclovin_69
k i know i dicho no más ocs but we dont have enough villans so i made one.

Name: Madeline Dusan

Villian Name: Trance

Age: 15

gender: female

Appearance: she has long black hair and often wears a mask to cover her eyes until she uses them against people. And red eyes. ( before she had blue eyes and blonde hair)

powers/skills: she has eyes in the palms of her hands and her eyes a hypnotic. She can hypnotise the opposite gender and make them fall in amor with her. And is powerful in the mystic arts.

Personality: she is a self absorbed person and loves everything about herself but gets jealous at anyone...
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posted by Robin_Love
She heard a crash, a loud one. She groaned and pulled the covers over her head. But when the computer announced Batman's arrival, she jumped out of cama and into the closet. We didn't have training today. Were we supposed to get a mission? She stepped out of her room, ready for action, like most of the others who had slept in on their día off. Blade yawned before heading into the mission room. She saw not only Batman, but also Zatanna, and a few other JLA members. Okay. Not a mission.
“Devin's gone missing,” A voice whispered in her ear.
She would have reacted, but she knew that voice too...
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posted by AislingYJ
24 hours later
Her bare feet pressed down into the trampoline floor, sending her flying into the air. She bounced in place, then dropped to the floor in a sitting position. “Seat...” she muttered to herself as she sprung back up. On the siguiente bounce, she dropped to her knees. “Drop.” When she hit the ground again, she was flat on her stomach. “Belly...” She popped back up to her feet. “Flop!” She grinned triumphantly, and began circling the outside edge of the trampoline, occasionally doing a roundhouse kick o an elaborate dodge against her invisible enemy. After circling a few...
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added by XxKFforeverXx
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 tatuajes (one on left shoulder, one on lower back, both hidden from view).
Skills: no super powers, cuchillo handling, martial arts, calle fighting, mild acrobatics,...
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added by MinaBloodlust
posted by SilverWings13
“Did tu 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,” ángel 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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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 escritorio and appeared to be staring intently over the parte superior, arriba of his open laptop at the imágenes 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? tu snap. Correct?

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

Sometimes we kill ourselves.
Weather by:
Burning.
Drowning.
Knives o 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 por 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 lectura 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 o why she hadn't told him. Guilt suddenly swarmed around him. Maybe if he was here more, paid más attention to her...He shook his head.
You know she hates when tu 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 asiento on the couch. Rests those summer-rain irises on me, takes in my shock, confusion, the volume of preguntas 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. tu and Dad both.." A too-hopeful thought occurs to me and I find myself glancing around the room in buscar of the answer to the pregunta 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 por the flames dancing in the fireplace. A burgundy sofá sits on the flowered Persian rug, accompanied por two arm chairs and a glass coffee table.
The pregunta
"Where am I?" leaves my mind in that glance. It is replaced by "Why?" and más urgently "How?". I walk cautiously adelante, hacia adelante 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 ratón 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, lectura everything over a billion times, getting as much...
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