So you wanna make a character, eh? A character that actually seems like a real person, as opposed to a lump? (or whatever bad, unrealistic characters seem like) Well that’s great.

No really, that is great. Characters should be 3D, they should have layers, thoughts, feelings, motivations; basically they’re people, only fictional. You probably know a lot about character development already (if not, look it up) but here’s one mais way to make your character seem real: quirks. Real people are weird, quirky; they have little habits that they find themselves doing, whether conscious or not,...

Pairing/fandom: Young Justice. Main pairing is Bluepulse (Impulse (Bart) and Blue Beetle (Jaime)) but there's a bit of TimRoy too.
Warnings: Smut. And everything that goes along with that.
Background: Semi-AU but based around S2E12: True Colors.
Rating: M. What do you expect? It's smut!
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Jaime sat slumped over the closed toilet seat, staring upward at the tight walls of the cubicle-like stall and the high tiled ceiling above. He heard a soft tapping in the stall seguinte to him, and knew it was probably another Alpha squad member, probably Roy or Bart, grown restless. His scarab...

So...this is a fic I did a few months ago, but I'm reposting it here because it gives some necessary background for Chasing Shadows (my current story which I will be posting on this club).
The night was dark, lit only por the tiniest sliver of a moon, and cold. Aisling didn’t feel the cold though; her lungs were burning, sweat pouring down her face, as she ran. There. She glimpsed the shock of blonde hair, the glint of the metal mask, before it disappeared behind the edge of the building. Quickly she leapt over the edge of the roof she was running across, landing softly on her feet on the...

I totally forgot to post this!!!! Don't be mad!!! Oh, and BTW, Rene and Twan are through!!!!!

“You know how to bring her back? She won’t end up looking different, or act different, will she?” She chuckled a little and shook her head.

“She will be exactly the same as she was when she was alive; she just might be slightly weaker.” He looked at her, slightly confused.

“So, how does she come back to life?” She smiled slightly.

“Leave that to me…”

“And why should I trust you?” Twan said.

“Because if you piss me off, after I fix Rene; I could kill you just with the...

Sorry it took so long...I got really lazy and stuff but it’s finished now! Warning: cussing (that’s as far as it goes for mature content) and LOTS of feels. Part one is link.
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Vic's coração skips a beat. No. It can't-- but she's--
But the message is there, plain as day, as real as the sun in the sky and the hope in his heart. His first thought is that it's a fake, an imposter, trying to lure him into a trap. His head is telling him to stay in the safety of the flat, but his coração is screaming for him to go to the café. He decides to trust his heart, hoping with...

Some crackship smut...CRACKSHIP I SAY!!


Her eyes stared into the lights of the city as she stood on topo, início of the twenty story building. Crimson eyes narrowed as she spotted a dark haired boy in an apartment directly to her left. His window was open and the blonde was dazed as she watched him roam his room, obviously anxious, with no shirt."Who was he?" She thought as her eyes followed his body, every movement he made, and focused on his toned abdomen. Suddenly, grey met red, and though she was spotted a sudden jab sparked in her body and her legs began quivering; making her go limp and stumble...

Pairing: Ashton and Finn (genderbent Aisling and Fin) from Young Justice OC's
Rating: M. It's smut, for fuck's sake.
Hope you likeeee~
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A blaze of light erupted from the zeta tube, but no one was present to greet the two figures who stepped into the cave. Two boys, one short and slender, the other tall--at least six feet-- and solid, his muscles well defined. Both were wearing heavy coats bundled tightly around their bodies, the hoods pulled over their heads, which was highly unusual as Happy Harbor was currently experiencing another scorching heat wave. In fact, the cave...

Twan walked into the infirmary, his clothes covered in splatters of blood. He slowly walked into Rene’s room. Amethyst looked above her magazine, seeing him walk into Rene’s room. The purple haired girl set the magazine down on the table, got up, and followed the blonde haired boy into the room as quietly as possible. The boy sat down in the chair seguinte to the red heads dead body, his eyes watery. Amethyst stood in the back of the room, leaning back on the wall, watching. The blue eyed boy took Rene’s hand, squeezing it, trying not to break down completely. The purple haired girl just...

She awoke from her sleep hearing a scream from a room. Quickly, the red head jumped out of cama and went into the living room, seeing Amara curled up in a ball on the couch. Rene walked over to her, sat down, and pet her head.

    “Amara sweetie, what’s wrong,” she said, her voice sounding half asleep. The black haired girl answered quietly.

    “Daddy… he was gonna…” her voice trailed off, not finishing her sentence; but Rene knew what she was going to say.

    “He wouldn’t jump off honey,” the red head said with kindness...

"I'm a barbie girl, in the barbie's world, life in plastic, t's fa"........"oh yeah, Sam hmm..good morning!" "I just can't stand her barbie stuffs anymore" murmured Jake to Amy.
Sam from the other side"good morning! having your breakfast, right?"
Lizzy-"hahaha, oh sorry. OK now tell you wanna tell something?"
Sam-"yeah, wea re holding out a small party on new years dia at my house and i was wondering if you all could come here. Hope you all dont have any new plans on that day, eh?"
Lizzy-"hmm...that's a kinda great plan but still I have gotta ask Amy and Jake about it"
Sam-"Okay, take your time,...

Rated X. For good reason.



Fang bit into the cupcake, Aisling looking at him hopefully.
"How is it? Is it good? OH MY GOD SAY SOMETHING."
Fang blinked, staring at her. He then doubled over, puking into the garbage can. Aisling winced at this, patting Fang's back.
"You... Poisoned me... I'm going... To die." Fang laid on the floor, his face practically green.
"I'm sorry." Aisling looked down. Fang kissed her leg, making her squeak and jump.
"WHAT THE HELL F-F-ang... " Fang had now sat up, beijar up her leg. He grabbed her arm, pulling her down.
"Don't be sorry." He said softly, pulling off Ash's skirt....

Dave gets you a job as a waiter. soon enough, Dave also gets a katana press against your larynx. He was reciting how you must, yes you don’t have any other choice, die in order to reach eternal life. “To reach god tier,” as he states.

Now, you and Dave were best friends. Well, actually, you would like to believe you two still were. Many ask you, do you know about Dave Strider? Of course you do, who doesn’t?
The tip of the katana pools around your adam’s apple, it’s silent and cold. Not a single whisper would escape the blade as it slice your head onto the debris cover floor, unlike...

    For all of you who have studied psychology, then you are all well aware of Sigmund Freud's dream theory. Freud believed that dreams were trying to tell you what your subconscious felt. He believed that a dream had both the manifest content, meaning it is what the dreams seems to be saying, and the latent content, which is what the dream is really trying to say.
    I've never really been a firm believer of dream analysis, but after awaking this morning from a strange dream that seemed to be an epiphany for me, the tables have turned. I now believe...

~Fallen~
“Bruce!”
The nine-year-old’s voice was still shrilly ringing in his ear drums, louder than the roar of the batmobile screeching off in the darkness towards Wayne Manor. Out of the three children in his car, only two were conscious. The third, the ward he’d only taken in a few months ago, was twitching violently in her sleep-like state, sweat running in droplets down her pale forehead. Only minutos atrás had occurred the explosion that had put her like this-- the explosion that had also ripped one of his other partners away from him.
“Bruce,” a harsh whisper came through to...

Warning:
The following series contains over twenty four OCs, all from multiple fandoms (seven fandoms, to be exact.) Don't like, don't read.
Oh, and most of them are major Mary Sue charries. I have a tendency to do that. :3

“So.. there are eight of them?”
“Yes. Eight spirits.”
“...Why was I not informed earlier?”
“Um.. we just found out?”
“Who are they?”
“There’s Fallen, Foreign, Missing, Element, Eternal, and Persistent.”
“You’re missing two.”
“Yes... the two mais dangerous ones. Creator and Infinite.”
“Ah. Bring up the profiles.”
“...We still don’t have them...”...