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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.
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Literal fluff~
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posted by GlitterPuff
He sat in the cafe, looking at his watch. I wonder where she is? he thought to himself as he brushed a piece of his blonde hair out of his face. The sino on the door rang and his eyes flickered over to it, and he saw his date. Her dark blue dress fluttered as she walked over to him, her black blazer covering her chest; but showing mais of her cleavage than usual. The dark haired girl stood in her track when she came to the table, her sneakered feet put together. The blonde boy stood up and pulled the chair out for her, which she awkwardly sat in.

"You look nice Amora," the boy told her in a...
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posted by SilverWings13
I didn't go over it so there may be a million typos... But I hope you enjoy it anyway!


The fog was thick enough to classify as a solid. It was impossible to tell what time of dia it was, as the thick haze blocked out the expanse of sky. It was near impossible to see one’s hand in front of his face, nonetheless the target he sought.
Though the spotlight at the nose of the U-boat did nothing to cut through the barrier of mist, Alek managed to find the island. There was an undeniable instinct that pulled him toward the landmass, an inner compass with a set destination.
The boy pulled as close...
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posted by BladeYJ
((each part is a different ship/couple I love))

Blade snuck into The Cave. Her steps were silent as she adjusted the bag over her shoulder. The clock that read 3:23 A.M on the wall, even seemed to sleepily drag on.
Slowly she she tip-toed to the stockings and dropped a small present in each one labeled with her teammates names.

A smile painted her lips as she turned to the hallway. Quietly she walked towards her destination, but stopped as a small figure stood in her path.
"S-santa?" The black-haired girl muttered still trying to rid the sleep from her eyes.
Blade stood shocked, her eyes wide,...
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My OC’s (Just so you know just to not create confusion):

Shadow-Dana Kylie Gracias
Glimmer-Phoebe Cahill
Nightingale-Lara Nightingale *Getting Updated*
Devastator - Sabrina Elizabeth rápido, swift *Getting Updated*
Spectrum - Jillian DeRocco
Swift- April Francine Styles
Aqueous- Cecil Gordon Styles
Wire- marreco, drake Dean Gray
Steel - charlotte Valerie Hale *Getting Updated*
Aura - Daniela Kristella Romanova *Coming Soon*
The Clan of Elements (Five people) *Coming Soon*
(There will be mais on the way)



These are my current OC’s just so you know. I was thinking of also RP-ing Glimmer, Wire, rápido, swift and Aqueous but I’m...
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posted by FangYJ
It's okay...I guess.


Fang sat staring at his computer screen. 
"Gyah..No idea what to say." He frowned and leaned back against the sofá for any ideas. A ding come from the laptop and Fang looked down and the highlighted pergunta in the corner of his screen. 
"Lovely." Fang sighed and switched over to the questions, scanning over the questions. This should be interesting 

Are you goth or emo?  
What makes you assume that I'm either?

Why do wear so much black? Are going black and never going back?  
DO EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS?!?!?! OH MY GOD!!!!!!! 

What's with the long hair? emo or goth?...
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Source: Moi
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Source: (C) to owners
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Source: I forget
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Source: Me Live Portrait Maker
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One verse is Shane and Mel, another is Kori and le mysterious guy. I'll leave you to figure out who is who. ;)
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posted by Robin_Love
I do not take credit from anything other than the backstory I gave to this character. Everything belongs to the rightful owners. Thanks to the show for giving me inspiration


Name: Dark Mousy
Alias: Dark
Powers: Unknown
Occupation: “Anti-Villain” (Hero but refuses to admit it)
Weakness/Limits: Undiscovered
History: Dark used to be known as a thief. Anything anyone needed, he'd get. For a price. He had been raised on the streets, where he learned all he knew about stealing. He was used to running, always moving from one place to the next. At one point he ended up staying in an orphanage where he...
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