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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 forno and went back to the cozinha door.
"Noëlle?" he called again. "Mon ange!" No answer came from the flowered front yard or the marsh lakeland at the bottom of the hill. Instinctively, Michael grabbed his bainha cinto, correia 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 celeiro 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 celeiro 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 umber, but far less curly. She was a conglomerate of her parent's looks even if her personality was far different than either Maivus' or Aleksander's. In the back of his mind was Michael's curiosity over how her twin would have looked and acted.
"Noëy, sweetheart, I've been calling you," the man reprimanded in French.
"I was playing with the kittens," the nine-year old explained matter-of-factly. She read her care-taker's expression as he crossed his arms and smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry, Uncle Mike."
"You know you're supposed to come back to the front yard por dusk," he chided with a soft smile at her guilty nod. "All right, come on down."
The child's head disappeared a moment before her bare meia feet appeared searching for the wooden ladder rungs. Noëlle started to climb down slowly with one hand tucked to her chest rather than on the ladder. Before Michael could ask what was in her hand, one meia foot caught her yellow flowered dress, and the girl lost her hold. She barely got a scream out before her "uncle" caught her, his ebony wings sending dust motes and straw into a frenzy. The man landed gently with the child wrapped in his arms--and saw the startled calico kitten tucked close to her chest. With a sigh, Michael folded his legs and sat on the dirt floor with the teary-eyed girl in his lap. "Noëy, you know you can't take that baby with you," he reminded her, reluctant to do so when he could feel her trembling in his arms. "She needs to be with his mother and siblings."
"But we've taken gatinhos into the house before!" she argued stubbornly even as she wiped tears from her flushed cheeks.
"But those were orphans, without their parents to take care of them," Michael explained gently. Still pouting, the child nodded reluctantly. Her caretaker stood and leapt, reaching the loft with a stroke of his wings, and sat on the edge while Noëlle released the mewing calico to stumble back to her anxious mother. For a moment, the two sat together, watching the tiny fluff balls clamber over one another in procurar of the most comfortable position in the heap while their mother contently mussed their pele, peles with dutiful licks. Eventually the little girl turned her head to look up at her uncle, and the thoughtful pinch of her brow reminded him distinctly of her father. "Uncle Mike, am I an orphan, since I don't have any parents?"
The pergunta was like a kick to Michael's gut. He focused every ounce of will power on not showing the pain on his face, though his wings instinctively curled inward to shield the child in his lap from the forces behind the inquisition. "No, mon ange, of course not," he assured once he found his voice. "Your papa is alive and loves you very much. He has to take care of some things in America before he can come to live with us. We've talked about this, remember?"
The child sat back against her caretaker with a sigh, looking towards the mother cat and her babies. "But he's been gone forever, Uncle…What if he never comes back?"
"He will," Michael assured automatically. When Noëlle kept her longing gaze affixed on the feline family, he picked up the girl and set her on a feno bale, kneeling to be eye level. "Noëy, you will never be an orphan. You will ALWAYS have me and my love, no matter what, understand?"
"Even if Papa never comes back?" When he hesitated, hoping to correct her, Noëlle threw her arms around his neck and buried her head in his shoulder. "Promise!"
His arms instinctively, protectively wrapped around her. "I promise, sweetheart." There was a finality to the promise that made his coração feel heavy in his chest, but the girl shot up, a grin lighting up her eyes and dissipating his disdain.
"Okay," she agreed, hopping up. "Can we eat jantar now? I'm starving!"
"Of course. Let me help you down the ladder." The man stood and climbed down from the feno loft, then reached up and lowered his ward to the floor. She trotted to the celeiro door before realizing he had gone back up the ladder. "Uncle Mike!" she called. "What are you doing?"
There was a myriad of squeaks and mews in answer before the winged man came back down the ladder with an egg basket on his arm. Within was nestled the mound of kitten. Noëlle's eyes lit up, and before she could worry over the mother cat, the calico appeared at the topo, início of the ladder. She balanced at the topo, início a moment before leaping cleanly to the dirt floor, as if she had performed the same action a dozen times in pursuit of mice, and trotted after the man carrying her gatinhos in one arm and the little girl on his shoulder. He may not have been her father, but Michael could ensure with all his might that the little girl would always feel the amor of an entire family.
 Literal fluff~
Literal fluff~
posted by InfinityYJ
 Just chillin'
Just chillin'
This is my new OC, appearing in Ebony, and then I swear to god I'm never making another OC again. If you want me to RP as him, tell me, but I won't do it if you don't want me too. So... don't hate me? *sheepish grin* I deleted all my other ones, basically!!!

Name: Nikita Andreevich
Age: 15 (17 in Ebony)
Hero name: ((You guys can help with this!))
Appearance: light caramelo colored hair, light yellow/green eyes, 5'11", strongly built upper body
Civvies: brown long sleeved shirt, slightly worn navy jeans, old black high tops
Costume: he basically just throws a grey hoodie on (see picture)
Personality:...
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posted by XxKFforeverXx
Yes, I did base him off angel beats. No, he isn't the same, just looks and personality!

Name: Hinata Kennedy :3
Alias: Hinata
Age: 18
Powers/Skills: -Posses a bit of magic, whenever he says "Godskill lvl 1,2,3,4 or 5" some sword or bostaff, will appear in his hands.
-Sword fighting
Weakness: He has his physical limits.
Past: Hinata grew up a happy and healthy child, but that all changed at the age of 5. Hinata went through a untreated case of untreated rheumatic fever, resulting in two of his aortic valves to stop working. Soon after, Hinata had to have surgery to recieve two metal aortic valves,...
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posted by The_Writer
DC Comics should just cut out Cartoon Network and start their own “DC Nation” or “DC Channel”. I mean, they have so much material they could air that they could be a 24/7 TV channel and get away with it. They could have new episodes of Young Justice: Invasion, Green Lantern: The Animated Series, Beware the Batman, and Teen Titans Go! on every Saturday morning (with new shorts). They could air one DC Universe Animated Movie every night of the week. Every Wednesday night they could put out the new episode of Arqueiro while the CW does the same. Every Friday night they could air Smallville...
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posted by AislingYJ
Okay, I’m terribly sorry about the long wait (1 month, according to fanpop..)! I just had a deathly case of lazywritersblockhomeworkiactuallykindahavealifecantbebotheredatall-itis, but I’m over that now, so here it is! Part 6 of Broken Wings! If you need a refresher (which you might), I have the links to all 5 parts and the prologue in my favoritos link! Well, time for me to shut up, and let you read my story!
The bioship, invisible even to the most watchful eye, cut through the night. Inside, the members of the Justice League sat; the ship had been reconfigured to accommodate a much larger...
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posted by InfinityYJ
“A new threat has been putting together a team of extremely smart teenagers to help with his or her plots. Teens from across the globe who’ve ever been in juvvie or otherwise have received virtual invitations to cadastrar-se this team of ‘anti-heroes.’ They refuse to call themselves villains, for no discernable reason.
“Most of these teens are, currently, in juvvie. But we’ve decided to take this opportunity into play-- that’s where you come in. The teens we’ve chosen are who you’re going to be undercover as.
“Infinity, you and Dimension will be disguised as Nikolai and Ramona Salazar,...
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posted by CoaxochYJ
 Raptor.
Raptor.
Mel needed an enemy. SO HERE!

Raptor.


ID: marreco, drake Creaon.

Appearance: 6'0, hot rosa, -de-rosa hair thats in his face, blue eyes.

Enemy Of: Melissa Adams.

History: After being stuck in a broken home, he chose to start a new life, starting with a new girlfriend. Mel was the unlucky girl he saw attractive. He forced her to be his girlfriend, she escaped right before he could rape her. He hunts her down, even 13 years before his time.....

Powers: Is able to change his appearance into other people. Drains other peoples energy and uses it for himself. Can channel the energy into orbs and chuck em at people.

'Stume: N/A

Pwease dont kill me......
 Raptor.
Raptor.
posted by SilverWings13
"On guard!"
Thirteen back pedaled quickly from the fridge to avoid the attack. Silver dropped from the vent and landed where he had been standing. She tossed a mop to him before pulling two throwing knives from her cinto, correia and flung them at her partner. Alek knocked the knives out of the air with the head of the mop.
"Ary!" he exclaimed as the blades clattered onto the cozinha floor. "A little warning seguinte time?"
"Always be ready, young padawan," was her response as she leapt off the escrivaninha, mesa and swung the handle of a vassoura at his legs.
Alek leapt up and the stick passed harmlessly below his feet. "Padawan?"...
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posted by ArtemisYJ
After my recent artigo a lot of people think we should reset the OC spot. Do whatever you want. But as for me I'm making a Role Play that will be in a controlled enviorment. Meaning the following:
~It will be Invasion (season two) ONLY (and what happens in the show, happens to our group. 
~You must apply and get accepted to get in 
~We must have a complete or near complete canhão team before OCs applicants will be accepted
~All of the rules I posted in my anterior artigo will be heavily enforced to promote a good RP place (not to be a dictator but to make sure its easier for everyone)
~If you...
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posted by Robin_Love
LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE
Name: Ena Sikora
Reason or meaning of name: Graceful; Bird
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Style/Color: Blonde, long
Height: 5’9
Clothing Style: Modern
Best Physical Feature: Hair

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE
Your Fears: well…..
Your Guilty Pleasure: Uh...sunflower seeds
Your Biggest Pet Peeve: Witches (Mean people)
Your Ambition for the Future: Be famous

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS
Your First Thoughts Waking Up: Coffee
What You Think About the Most: Dance
What You Think About Before Bed: Man I’m tired
You Think Your Best Quality Is: My sense of humor (Sarcasm)

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?
Single...
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Source: Me
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Source: ME
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Source: me
posted by Robin_Love
She sat in the corner, hiding herself. Her mind reeled with everything she'd been through so far and all she could do was stare at the mural in her dark room. This was nothing like she had expected and with every passing moment, her coração sank deeper and deeper into despair.
He led her down a flight of stairs, towards one of the buildings. She could hear their whispers, see their eyes on her, watching her like she was a menace. She felt chilled and everything inside her screamed to get out. But it was too late; she was led into the largest building and she cried out at what she saw. He turned...
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This is not a fairy tale. There are no happy endings

Power can make even the greatest among us fall.

Allies Fall
Enemies Rise
Friends Return


The Story that changes Everything,
Starts Now



---SNEAK PEEK---


"Mr. Grant, Wayne Industries is the biggest company in the world segundo to LexCorp and us. I highly doubt a buy-out would be a good mover on our part. Even if we did buy out Wayne, that would leave us with no money."

Sam looked at the man for a long moment before standing up.

"Follow me, all of you."

Eight Chairmen looked at each other before following the man who's name was hanging above the door. Grant...
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Previously on Red Revenge...


"All units, murder suspect on fifth and third proceeding north on foot. Pursuing. Require backup. Suspect is heavily armed and protected. Female, mid-twenties. White hair, black clothes, sword and possible body armor." the radio crackled. 

"She cut them in three pieces and set fogo to their car." Revenge replied, and swung off.

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"I assume you did your homework?" Revenge asked.

"Yes." Rose replied, untying her snow-white hair from its ponytail. She was dressed simply. White tank top, skinny jeans, white eyepatch. Her hair hung loosely behind her. 

"As far...
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