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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 XxKFforeverXx
 Trystan's civvies~
Trystan's civvies~
These OC's are for composição literária purposed only~!


Name: Trystan West
Alias: Zeal (Hero)
Age: 16
Powers/skill: Superspeed, hand to hand combat and it able to use a staff somewhat.
Past: Trystan always grew up in the shadow of his older brother, "Why can't you be mais outgoing like Wally?" Would be what his parents would always say. He was created in the same lab experiment as his uncle Barry.
Other: Trystan is extremely shy, unlike Wally.
-He hates to be compared to his older brother, someone he is not.
-He has a amor for science, and is know to be better at it than Wally himself.

Name:Braylin Caverly (unknown)...
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posted by SilverWings13
The full moon hung high over the boat, as if purposely shedding its light on the children below. There was never total silence, even this late into the night. The waves lapped softly against the hull. And there was always that buzz, orchestrated por the light breeze blowing off the ocean and its current gently rocking the boat; the song of the sea.
Whisper lay on the stern, drifting between subconscious and the verge of sleep. A sudden sound caused her to snap awake, her body tense. Another splash, closer, she thought. Too big to be a fish.
Worried calling out to the others would startle whatever...
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posted by MafiaYJ
Mafia sat on the mesa, tabela at mount justice. No one had been there in ages, and she was unsure how this mesa, tabela survived, let alone manages to hold her weight. She sighed, running a hand through her hair. She had only been a few times, and the last time she was, she met Atticus. Her mind mind wandered. Atticus. He was nice, and treated her well. And she respected him, and he thought her powers were... cool. No one had ever thought so before. And she had scared him with the snake thing. She personally thought it was cute.
Mafia looked at where the sofa should have been when she sat seguinte to him. She...
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Name: Cadmus "Mafia" Allendral
Age: 16 years old
Height: 5'7
Hair: Red
Eyes: Any color she wishes but her natural color is Gold
Nationality: Russian; currently residing in the United States
Father: Erik Allendral (deceased)
Mother: Taisia Allendral Mavoc (deceased)
Affiliations: Russian Mafia; Young Justice; Intergang

Powers: Can cause inanimate objects to become the animais of her choice, snakes being her preference. Immunity to all poisons. Shapeshift into a large snake. She can speak to all animals. She can phase through solid objects such as walls and bullets, but it takes much concentration. She...
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posted by Hot_ShotYJ
Being a Canadian that I am. I am sorry, sorry, sorry, that this took sooooo damn long. My history essay is finally done so there will be mais fanart coming up soon. And enjoy!

“I won’t make it on time, Dot. You’re gonna have to take her to the Medical bay,”

“Already have.”

“and what about Twan?”

“I froze time for a bit and put him in Scud’s glass cage.”

“Cage? Isn’t that a bit too…harsh?”

“I know but…I tried to calm him down and he threatened to shoot Alex.”

Sebastienne was horrified. Twan? Gunfire Twan? Shot Cadmus and now going after Alex for no reason?...
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This is a conversation that me and Fin had a few months atrás on meebo. We didn’t post it until now because of spoilers, but now we can! Enjoy our randomness! PS Kir is Fin's creator aka robinluv14, Rae is Aisling's creator aka rachele_X, and the rest you know. Well, Nick is Tesla. You might not know that.

*Kir has entered*
*Rae has entered*
Fin: You smell funny.
Nikita: I do not smell funny.
Fin: Smell like polish sausages.
Nikita: That is racism
Ash: lol!
Kenzie: BICHES
.Ash: We're FUCKED
Nick: No we're not fucked that's the problem I WANT SEX, DAMMIT
Ash: You ALWAYS want sex
Nick: Whatever *pulls off...
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He leaned against the birck mural that lined down the alley way, the puddles rippled as the raindrops fell from the sky and smacked its way on the ground. The dark capuz, capa pulled over his head created a shadow that covered his upper features, his lips had a slight pout as he listened to the rain around him . “ Early much? “ a voice spoke out, he turned his head and stood up regularly uncrossing his arms and spoke out back “ early? We agreed we would meet here at six “. He sighed “ sorry but the Allpine woods aren’t exactly that close”, he looked at his companion still “ have there...
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posted by Robin_Love
 K.C. Resistance leader
K.C. Resistance leader
Name: Discarded
Alias: K.C.
Age: 17-19
Occupation: Leader of the Resistance
Powers: Super-soldier, able to conduct master plans, gets information just por touching a non-living object, able to temporarily silence someone
History: There is nothing known about K.C.'s past. He formed the Resistance for a reason no one is sure of. But he leads the team with great efficiency. Only those inside the Resistance know that it exists. The Resistance is so far off the charts not even the world's greatest detective(s) can find them or how they came to be. K.C., being the leader, is in charge of anything that...
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posted by BloodyMascara_
*Shrugs* Had a dream about this... Thought I would write it out! ......yes I know I have strange dreams.



Mel stared at the team that used to be. What the heck had happened? Mercy had turned into a link Fin had turned into a phoenix, no, not that phoenix, link Fang had turned into a link Ciel had turned into a link Scotty had turned into a link Cat had turned into... well... link if you haven't seen that coming already. Aisling had turned into a link that Cat and Ciel tried to catch every five minutes. Silver had remained human, but she grew link. Ha!
"What the heck happened!?" I screeched. I,...
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posted by Robin_Love
Something I wrote proving just how human Tara really is. No one get mad please.

She sat against the mountain's chest, watching the hawks soar in the air. She heard the sound of feet on gravel and dirt. Becca sat beside her. For a few minutes, the two girls just sat in silence, watching the hawks. Then Becca turned to her.
“How'd you get way out here? The base is a good hundred miles from here.”
She shrugged.
“I have my ways.”
“I uh found out what happened. That Silver was taken. That you were there. And then you were off the radar for a solid week, even when Silver came back.”
She stayed...
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posted by AislingYJ
The shack was abandoned, crumbling, the roof sagging, one mural completely destroyed, another caved inwards creating a o espaço underneath that served as the only protection from the elements. In this opening, this crawl-space, she sat, huddled, shivering, straining to see in the thick darkness that surrounded her. How long had she been in here, she didn’t know. Why did her gauging power have to fail her so easily? How long had she been gone from Tesla’s clutches, and how long until he’d get her back?
She sighed, wondering if anyone missed her back at the cave. She longed to go back, but...
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posted by Veil_YJ
 Veil
Veil
Name: Nevara Legna
Alias: Veil
Occupation: dark angel, hero
Powers: can create fog, expert swordsman, expert hand-to-hand combatant, flight (wings), minor shape changing (making her wings disappear, eye color shifting, can appear between the ages of 17-20)
History: Not much is known about this Dark Angel. She was born in 1330. Killed in 1347. How she was killed, she will not reveal. She will also not reveal how she became an angel of darkness. Around when the Justice Society was created was when Nevara became a hero. She took care of mystical disturbances from hell (literally) and small things...
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added by XxKFforeverXx
Source: ME AHAH SUCKERS
added by Robin_Love
Annablutube and Damien Dawn. Located on YouTube. Song reminded me of them
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posted by SilverWings13
Note: Happens simultaneously as link


Death in the Garden

The bullets ricocheted off the purple shield of pulsing power. They bounce off the stone walkway and into the green grama of the perennial garden. Stray projectiles ate away at the stone three-tier fonte and east courtyard wall. The rat-tat-tat of the machine gun should have been heard por any passing outside the walls of the garden, but the whole city seemed to be hidden away from the deafening noise. There was a click-click. A sudden silence. The young man crouched behind the shield lunged for the quickest route to safety, the round...
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added by MinaBloodlust
added by MafiaYJ
added by MafiaYJ
Source: unknown
added by BladeYJ
Source: Me <3