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posted by GlitterPuff
 Dark D'ia
Dark D'ia
If you forgot, since I don't use this OC very often, D'ia is DiamondShadow, which is the dark angel.

Sunlight glistened of her black wings as she flew to her new boyfriends temple, her soul somewhat coming back to her as she became happy from the thought of seeing him. Her white hair flew up into the air as she came down to the ground, wings coming back into her body, walking into the somewhat Aztec temple. The girls grey eyes looked around as she went to his throne, looking at all the blood incorporated tributes and statues. Once she reached the trono room, she saw Ez sitting on the throne, sternly talking to a few of his slaves. When he saw her, he smiles and told his slaves to leave him alone, not to disturb him. The crazy killer came down to her, smiling like an idiot as he looked at her porcelana face with a perfectly painted small smile. He stood in front of her, just staring at her, smiling so much that his cheeks hurt. The dark angel threw her head back and let out a small laugh, her snow white hair getting into her face, covering her light grey eyes. He gave her a slightly confused look.

    "What's so funny?" D'ia shook her head, her white hair moving with her head. She looked at him and smiled her small smile.

    "You!" His red eyes gave her another confused look.

    "How am I funny?" The dark angel shrugged her shoulders and chuckled softly.

    "You just are. Coming over here, saying nothing, just staring at me smiling." He turned a little red, embarrassed. D'ia laughed again, her grey eyes lit up with joy. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about sweetie!" Ez smiled at her, still a little red from blushing. The dark haired man picked her up and carried her to his throne, sitting down in it and holding her in his lap. The girls soul began to become good and pure, without her noticing, and revering to her 5-year-old angel self. D'ia's body began to shrink as she rest her head on his shoulder. Ez looked down at her, his blood red eyes in shock and confusion.

    "D'ia? What's happening?" The girl looked down at herself, then up at him.

    "I have no idea..." she said, her voice trailing off slightly. As she shrunk down to about the size of a 5-year-old, her black wings sprung from her shoulder blades and began to molt, the new feathers coming quickly and as pure white as her hair. When she had completely stopped changing, she was a small angel, pure hearted and good, sitting in the lap of a blood crazy man, his coração only pure and good for the one he loved.

    "D'ia?" He asked, making sure it was her.

    "Yes?" she replied, her voice a little mais high pitched and quiet than before.

    "What happened?"

    "I don't know," she said, looking back at her now white wings, "It seems I've become my 5-year-old angel self from when after I died... But I don't know how it is possible." The red eyed man looked as his love, who had shrunk into a child before his eyes. He didn't know what to do. He was not good with children, and had never had to take care of one. Ez cleared his throat a little before speaking, after thinking for a few minutes.

    "Maybe I could try a few spells. So you could become your age again."

    "They might not work," she said, thinking, "some spells do not work on angels."

    "I will only try if you let me." The porcelana doll nodded, giving him permission to try a few spells. The blood thirsty man smiles and picked her up, carrying her like she was a small baby; and took her to a fonte filled with blood. Ez pulled out a faca and pushes it against his skin, not cutting yet. D'ia's eyes widened, seeing the sharp faca at his skin.

    "What are you doing?"

    "Getting ready to start the spell."

    "Do you have to cut yourself?" she asked, her voice quiet and full of fear.

    "The spell works better when you use the blood of the person who loves the person the spell is being used on," he told her as he cut himself a little, some of the blood dripping into the pool, some falling onto her smooth pale skin.

    "You are going to have to get into the pool for the spell babe." The girl put her arms out in front of her, trying to get him to lift her up into the blood. It took him a few segundos to understand what she wanted, then finally picked the little girl up and set her in the blood. Ez began to mutter a spell, making the blood bubble and rise a little. D'ia looked at him, seeing him concentrate hard on the spell. The small girl looked down at herself, noticing her body changing as he chanted the spell. She went from age 5 to age 8, age 8 to age 14, until she finally became 17-years-old once more.

    "Sweetie, you can stop now," she told him, her voice full of purity and generosity. He stopped chanting, the blood calming down in the pool D'ia still sat in, and came down to the floor, most of his energy drained from his concentration. The girl came out of the pool, blood dripping on the floor as she sat seguinte to him, lifting his head with her thin hand.

    "Sweetie? Are you okay?" she asked him, her voice soft and worried.

    "I'm fine babe. The spell just uses a lot of my power, but it was worth it to bring you back," he said, smiling up at her. The angel smiled an innocent smile back at him, planting a gentile kiss on his cheek. He started to smile at her uncontrollably, making her laugh softly again, her snowy hair flying into her face.

    "Babe, could you get me up? I don't have enough strength to stand." She nodded and picked him up, holding him as if she were cradling him like a child. D'ia walked over to his Aztec looking trono and sat him down in it, standing in front of him, her white feathery wings in the air. Ez smiled and pat his lap, wanting her to sit down with him.

    "Are you sure?" The blood thirsty man nodded, extending a hand towards her. The angel took his hand and carefully sat down in his lap, resting her head on his shoulder. He smiled, wrapping and arm around her after she put her wings back into her shoulder blades. D'ia curled up in his lap, cuddling closer to him without hurting him. Ex wrapped his arms around her, holding her protectively as he fell asleep in his throne. Before he fell asleep, the angel whispered something to him.

    "I amor you," she said.

    "I amor you too," he said, his face in a permanent smile as he fell asleep.
posted by GlitterPuff
Year 2091

She was sitting on her couch, a pint of ice cream on her stomach and a spoon hanging out of her mouth.

“Zack,” the redhead whined, mouth half full. The man walked in. He still didn’t look like he’d aged since the 2020’s. He sat down seguinte to her.

“What is it?”

“This baby is making me look fat, isn’t it?” The blue eyed man lifted her suéter, camisola and kissed her belly, knowing the pergunta was mainly her hormones going crazy and she was atuação a bit goofy.

“You look beautiful honey. No matter what.” Rene smiled and scooped some ice cream, feeding it to her husband....
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posted by GlitterPuff
WARNING: This is a bit gory and really, really sad. Just FYI...

    Everywhere she went, he followed her. I'm not following you, he'd say, we're just going to the same place. She knew why he wouldn't leave her alone. He wouldn't let her do it. And he promised that if he was with her, he would stop her. It really ticked her off. It was her own choice, not his. He just didn't agree with it. But none of it mattered. She was going to do it. Tonight. And he wouldn't be able to stop her.

~~~~~~

    "Where are you going?"

    "Somewhere."

    "Cool!...
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posted by Robin_Love
 Arcineh
Arcineh
Name:Arcineh Wiltsey
Alias: River
Powers: Water-bender; technology; brain power of a computer; combat
Occupation: Agent of the Watchtower; currently in training
Weakness/Limits: Too much heat without water; multiple blows to the head
History: Arcineh is Armenian but she looks like she's a normal Caucasian girl. Her mother was Armenian, he father Latin-American. When she was 10, her mother died of cancer. Her father was devastated, but put everything he had into caring for her. They moved away from the painful memories and started a new life. Because of her brain, she graduated from a University...
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posted by Mclovin_69
Name: Chatham Prewitt ( Chat-um)

Alias: Phase

Age: 17

Appearance: short pixie cut black hair, deep brown eyes.

Personality: She will laugh at almost anything, she can't help it how much she laughs at the smallest things. she a Tomboy.

Abilities/Powers: she has the ability to stop time for a moment in time, whether it be dodging an attack or just to confuse her opponent. To others it may seem like she has super speed but she can mover at the speed of light when freezing the time.

Relationship: Single

Civvies: black tights, with toms, crewnecks, long sleeves, sweaters.

Past :Unknown

Others: sometimes her powers back fogo on here and she stuns herself and gets short term memory loss.
posted by GlitterPuff
"Shit shit shit shit!" Rene was running through the apartment, waking Zack up. He came out wearing sweatpants, rubbing his eyes.

"Rene, what's with the yelling?" She rushed past him, putting her hair up and quickly grabbing her heels.

"I'm gonna be late for work!"

"Can't you just go, poof, and be there?" Leaning aganst the wall, she pulled on the shoes.

"No, I can't just 'poof'!"

"Why not?" The red head ran into her room, looking in the mirror quickly.

"Cause it's a normal regular person job," she yelled to him. "I'll get found out if I just pop up there." Grabbing her large bolsa full of folders,...
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When Nye awoke, he found himself in his cama with Jennifer sitting beside him, holding his hand. She looked at him relived.

"Oh thank God," she breathed out. Nye took his hand and pushed a piece of her long dark brown hair behind her ear. She smiled at him.

"Alright," he said, shifting his position in the bed, "I need to go find some answers."

A little later in the day, Nye was racking his brain, trying hard to remember what happened in his seen future. A man? No, a girl held the gun. Was her hair brown? Or maybe it was black. But there was definitely a gun in her hand, along with some blood....
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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 221B-Baker
This charrie goes por the name Jenson King. Overly-gelled black hair to match his green eyes, this kid could be a Greaser, I swear. When he gets angry, or his body is put under a large amount of stress, he has the ability to retreat into the form of a black leopard. Even when in human form, his cat-like eyes and fangs give him night-vision, and an unusual taste for catnip. Jenson's past remains a secret, even to him. His earliest memory is waking up in the middle of the jungle at age twelve, only to be taken to civilization por tourists. He enjoyed old, classic streetfighting games, hence his Greaser appearance. At age sixteen, he traveled to America, and joined the team. Knowing mais Hindi than English, he often just sits in the rafters and watches everyone.

This biography has many sketchy points, and most of my biographies will, until I'm used to composição literária them, so, patience.
She layed in her cama while a blue gleam entered the room, her grey eyes blinked back tears, she felt lonesome, empty…..just like when her parents died. A knock sounded at the door along with the deep voice that was her brother, “ oi Ary you awake in there? We need to talk “ Declan said from outside the door. Aryess wiped tears from her eyes and hissed out “ I wouldn’t be asleep with how loud your talking anyway “, “ are you decent? im coming in “ he announced. Aryess let out a sigh of annoyance as a sign for him to come in, the door opened and the blonde haired boy entered...
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*giggles*

((Oy...))

1)    If you had to choose between riding on a arco iris, arco-íris or delivering rainbows, and why?

Both! And I already deliver them anyways…

2)    When is someone going to go elefante riding with me?

*in robot voice* Unable to answer due to the fact it is directed to others…

((What the-))

3)    Would you rather live in a giant pumpkin, or eat a giant pumpkin?

Live in one! Then I can be like that bunny that lived in one!

4)    Unicorns or o espaço Unicorns? Please explain!

SPCAE UNICORNS! It would be offensive to...
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Also the same way I met Jack! :3




"You remember how I met Ciel, Jaime?" I looked over at the young winged boy.
"No..." He said, looking through his memory banks. I smiled and hopped into his lap.
"Story time!"

I ran through the forest, my boots hitting the snow furiously. All I had to protect me from the cold was Daddy's suéter, camisola and some shorts, not good for below freezing weather. I skidded to a stop, just barely avoiding falling off the cliff. I peeked over the edge, and I couldn't see the bottom, and my eyes widened. Something shifted in the snow.
"Who's there!?" I whipped around. Amethyst...
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(( two months atrás Silvers P.O.V ))

I crossed my arms defiantly looking at Jet “ what the heck does the black swordsman do? “, Jet shrugged “ some say he holds great power, some say hes evil, and some say that hes the one who created the game “. I crinkled my nose confused “ why is there only one black swordsman? “ I muttered out, Jet looked at me with his brown eyes “ don’t think im lying this is what ive heard….you told me to tell you all there is to know about the game, and every ones wondering who the black swordsman is and wondering whose great enough to be someone with...
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Can you believe it? It's officially been a ano since Red Revenge made his first appearance in Heart of Courage...

And now it's time for the party to start! Later this week, 66DragonAnimations will be uploading a video celebrating the one ano anniversary of this vigilante! The link to the link is below. They've even re-designed it for the special anniversary!!!

And what will the link account be doing you ask? Why, we're re-publishing every single Red Revenge story ever! Go check it out, fã us, and enjoy this mês of the Black Hero.

Celebrations start December 1st and continue until the World Premiere of What Matters? on January 5th!

So please, enjoy this mês of festivities and DON'T LEAVE!!!! WE'LL BE RIGHT BACK!!!
posted by Red-Revenge
End Strategy

(Part 1)

New York City,

June 17, 08:09 EST

Holly groaned and rolled over, feeling the cool air wash over her body. There was a certain absence in the cama which she quickly recognized was Sam. She sighed and laid in the cama for a little while longer before rolling out and walking into the bathroom. She took a quick hot chuveiro and threw on a robe, veste, roupão before walking into the kitchen.

Sam was sitting at the mesa, tabela leitura the newspaper. He had a steaming cup of coffee in his hand which he drank without seeming to notice the temperature.

"Happy Birthday." azevinho, holly said, beijar him on the cheek before...
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posted by Mclovin_69
k i know i said no mais ocs but we dont have enough villans so i made one.

Name: Madeline Dusan

Villian Name: Trance

Age: 15

gender: female

Appearance: she has long black hair and often wears a mask to cover her eyes until she uses them against people. And red eyes. ( before she had blue eyes and blonde hair)

powers/skills: she has eyes in the palms of her hands and her eyes a hypnotic. She can hypnotise the opposite gender and make them fall in amor with her. And is powerful in the mystic arts.

Personality: she is a self absorbed person and loves everything about herself but gets jealous at anyone...
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posted by Robin_Love
She heard a crash, a loud one. She groaned and pulled the covers over her head. But when the computer announced Batman's arrival, she jumped out of cama and into the closet. We didn't have training today. Were we supposed to get a mission? She stepped out of her room, ready for action, like most of the others who had slept in on their dia off. Blade yawned before heading into the mission room. She saw not only Batman, but also Zatanna, and a few other JLA members. Okay. Not a mission.
“Devin's gone missing,” A voice whispered in her ear.
She would have reacted, but she knew that voice too...
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Damian's Introduction

From The Arrowette Series Book II:



"That," Stephanie said, running a towel over her damp forehead. "Was a workout."

"So when are you coming to the Manor?" Helena asked.

"Whoah, Whoah, Whoah, Whoah." A new voice said. "Who said--"

"Bruce." Helena responded as Red Robin walked in.

"Bats gave you the clear?" Tim asked. "And here I thought he LIKED me."

"Ah, cheer up Tim." Helena said, patting the Bird on his shoulder. "He let you be Robin with no training. I'm his daughter and I had to wait six months."

Tim smiled, but turned his attention to the zeta-tubes as they warmed up.

"Recognized:...
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