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posted by BladeYJ
((Decided to do this in 1st person. :3))

I stared hard at my relfection. This all was a dream. Right? Yet every pinch I gave myself didn't awake me. "Damn it.." A hiss escaped my lips. I had to get outta here and find Terror, he'd know what to do, if he would accept me... after what happened to his-

"Ahhh Miss Howard." My thoughts were interrupted por that sentence and I suddenly was on edge and slowly turned to the speaker. His dark red gaze followed over me. He was observing me and I noticed a spark in his eyes. As my face flushed I quickly turned and he continued,"You look...lavishing... as ever and that dress compliments your shape well."

The heat was rising and I felt my hands clutch the vanitity. How dare he address in such a way... "I am a lady, not your toy! tu shall not compliment me as if I'm your.. your slave.. I am in a relationship!" My hand was held up exposing the ring on my dainty finger. Damian rolled his eyes-which did not help my burning anger-and was infront of me, chest to chest, in a matter of seconds. "Technically, tu are my slave... I did create you.. my venom runs through your viens.. therefore I am your master, Miss Howard."

A grim smirk spread across his face. I felt lightheaded as my face flustered and I met his gaze and let my words come in a malicious tone,"I belong to no one but Terror. tu shall never own me.... tu monster."

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((Short idk.. .o.))
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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Damian's Introduction

From The Arrowette Series Book II:



"That," Stephanie said, running a towel over her damp forehead. "Was a workout."

"So when are tu coming to the Manor?" Helena asked.

"Whoah, Whoah, Whoah, Whoah." A new voice said. "Who said--"

"Bruce." Helena responded as Red Robin walked in.

"Bats gave tu the clear?" Tim asked. "And here I thought he LIKED me."

"Ah, cheer up Tim." Helena said, patting the Bird on his shoulder. "He let tu be Robin with no training. I'm his daughter and I had to wait six months."

Tim smiled, but turned his attention to the zeta-tubes as they warmed up.

"Recognized:...
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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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posted by NekoTheif
Name- Tundra

Real name- Amara Noelle

Status- Married to Charm, one child

Gender- female

Powers- to create/control ice, turn into wolf

Upside- She always had a weapon at hand and has better smell and hearing

Downside- She can't use 2 powers at once. if it gets to hot it can affect her ice ability and make her use más energy.

What happened?-

After Charm's disappearance and her attempted arrest Amara fled and took Bonnie into hiding. She ran the drug trade and eventually moved in with the Jones family after finding Red Rose. Amara continued to look for Charm and raise/train Bonnie.

Weakness-

Amara...
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posted by XxKFforeverXx
"It has been reported that a helicopter crash is southeast Iraq has resulted in a trigger of land mine explosions. Reporters also say that there is only one survivor, Derek Adams, and his condition has not been not reported" The TV blared as Mckenzie's eyes went wide  "He's ALIVE?!?!!?" She stabbed her cuchillo in the wall, and turned to Ravenna and Seraphs. "I thought tu killed him!" Ravenna and Seraphs both glanced at each other before glancing at Mckenzie, "We did.." 
"Obviously tu didn't! Because he's still here!!" Mckenzie jerked her cuchillo out of the wall, "You know what? I'll kill him...
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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
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 violeta 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 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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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 tu agree to let my people take the Hexagons?" queen Beetle asked.
"I thought it was the only way tu 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 tu 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 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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