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posted by MafiaYJ
 Y'all Remember Ethan right?
Y'all Remember Ethan right?
Her hips swayed to the música she played on the small old fashioned radio that sat on her counter in the kitchen. It played música from the 40's, she missed the música of that era and the speakeasies where she sang freely with elbowed length gloves that no one questioned for asked to remove because the situation was deemed inappropriate. Her long black hair was pulled high into her head in a ponytail that matched the rhythm of her hips. In one arm she held a bowl filled with chocolate batter and with the other she held the spoon she was mixing with. Babylon laughed at her self as she caught her reflection in the oven. She smiled at herself, she barely recognized herself. This woman she saw in the mirror was the same one she'd gone face to face with all those years ago. No, this woman smiled, she was radiant and laughed with a joy she had never had until recently. The woman she had seen then bore nothing but a blank expression and vacant eyes that seemed like they had no care for the world. And maybe back then, she really hadnt. She was concerned with nothing but her own unhappiness she didn't bother trying to give anyone the happiness they deserved. In fact, she didn't even want to look away from the murky reflection, the smile was so.. so... so bright, she couldn't look away. She had never seen herself smile a real smile in so long. Ever since she made friends with Alex, she knew what it was to smile and laugh, how it felt to be concerned with the happiness and protection of someone other than her own. She'd have to write him a thank tu o something, maybe repay him por finding a way to get back into France without worrying he'll get his face blasted off o kicked out of his job, which she was to not mention o she'd get herself into trouble, the way Odette had been raving about for some time.

Babylon turned to place the bowl on the mesa, tabla but instead came face to face with a broad chest that did not belongto the man of her house. The bowl clattered at her feet in surprise and she looked up with wide eyes, taking a step back, only to realize she was trapped between her horno and the man. Her brown eyes circled to red and narrowed as she came to the realization of who stood before her. The broad pale chest belong to one on else but Ethan. His icy blue eyes bore down at her, almost in distaste. "So, tu decided to stay with him still. Such a shame, Babylon." Babylon gritted her teeth as she challenged his stare, no matter how much taller he stood that her, she bore a much más intimidating aura. "You are not welcome here, Ethan. Get out." Ethan scoffed, "Just listen for a min-" Babylon cut him off, "I will not listen, worth a ----! After what tu did I owe tu nothing! Now get out of my home, tu are NOT WELCOME HERE!" Her shouted echoed in the inicial shaking frames and making Ethan flinch. Even his sandy white hair seemed to have to settle from her wave of vocalization. Ethan used an index finger to shove it against the middle of her chest, the small spec above the valley of her breasts, "Listen here Babylon. I want to be here as much as tu want me to, but Adrian is forcing me to do this because he dicho tu deserved it and i owed it it to you. So shut up and go home, to your real home. And get properly dressed, get rid of that ridiculous apron. tu may not be recognized wearing such modern clothing.

Ethan started for the door leaving Babylon in shock, leaving her to wonder what o who in the world would not recognize her in the clothes she had adapted for herself in this era."Wh-What Era then, Ethan?" she asked looking over at him. Ethan had already opened the door to leave as he glanced back at her, his icy eyes faltered in their anger for but a moment, flickering to a seeming of softness, "The same era you're son was born." Babylon's eyes downed to their hidden brown and looked like they quivered in the light, "My son...?"
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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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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posted by CoaxochYJ
~Contains spoilers straight from the articulo she dies~

Welcome to a city that'll bring tu to your knees
It'll make tu beg for more, until tu can't even breathe
Your blindfold is on tight, but tu like what tu see
So follow me into the night, cause I got just what tu need
We're all rolling down the boulevard, full of oveja and sharks
It's a futherduckin' riot, we've been dying to start
You better grab a hold cause now tu 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 frutas stands and opened my option lista 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 cama 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 pistolas hidden in the room. S
he threw in a book of fotos 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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This is what I did at 1:10 in the morning instead of sleeping XD

1.    Gossip

2.    People not getting along

3.    Being alone in the cave

4.    Fighting for no reason

5.    People that treat others differently because they aren’t like anyone else

6.    Sad música (duh)

7.    Not winning a game of Egyptian rata Slap against her roommate Molly

8.    People that make fun of others

9.    Joker murders

10.    Talking...
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posted by Robin_Love
“Give us all the information tu have on this Kuran character.”
Becca settled against the sofá and cracked her neck.
“For starters, Satstruiku is royal. His bloodline goes back to the very ancient times of King Arthur I believe. So strong and royal. His blood I mean. Very powerful, not contaminated. His family blood is one of the most powerful because of what he is.”
“So he's royal. Big whoop,” Alek said.
“Oh I meant his vampire stuff.”
“He's a vampire?!” Silver exclaimed. “Explains why he's so attractive.”
Becca quirked a smile.
“I know. His powers are also contributing...
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posted by SilverWings13
First songfic ever (published) por 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 mover and then
Hear my corazón burst again


Her lungs screamed for más air, any air, her body begged for más 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 naranja jumpsuit he wore was little más 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. tu have refused to give us any information...
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