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posted by SilverWings13
November 27, 1927 11:30 pm
New Orleans, Louisiana
A French Quarter dance club

From the một giây story balcony, the view of the club was overwhelming. The crowd was a whirling mass. The flappers and their dates spun and slid and swung their bodies freely, many flirtatiously so as the medium of dancing allowed their souls to fly free.
"You don't like to dance?"
Alexie looked up and to his right where a potbellied, white haired man in an excellent suit and tie took a puff from his cigar. The young man straightened, taking a draw of his own cigarette before calling over the music, "I prefer the view from up here."
"You the one they call Roi de les Betes around here? King of Beasts?"
Alexi grinned at the ridiculous nickname. He held out a hand. "Yes, sir, Alexie Rome, at your service."
"I'm Mayor Arthur J. O'Keefe, of this city," the older man replied, shaking the younger's hand. "I heard bạn could help us with our.. pest problem?"
"That is the plan, sir. I'm glad bạn could be here tonight. The party's just about to begin."
As he đã đưa ý kiến it, the doors of the club opened. No one on the dance floor seemed to notice as the small group of five slithered through the outer reaches of the crowd. Leading them was a man in his early thirties. He was finally dressed in oxford bags (trousers) and sweater vest over a dress shirt, his curly hair cut short. Alexie eyed the individual, not even feeling the burn of the cigarette as he gripped it to smoldering ash in his fist.
"Who's that?" the mayor asked lowly, stepping closer to his newly found business partner.
"He goes bởi many names: Andrei, Mikhalych, Max, Smirnov. But his real name is Yakov Mikhailovich Sverdlov. He used to work for Stalin until he mysteriously died in 1919."
"Died? bạn mean that's... one of them?"
Alexie ignored the question. He had been glaring so hard that his person of interest felt it and looked up towards the balcony. Alexie's features shifted like a shadow into a welcoming smile. He waived a hand in invitation, and Yakov took the bait with a suspicious cock of his head.
Mayor O'Keefe's eyes widened. He looked like he might bolt, but suddenly Yakov was standing at the hàng đầu, đầu trang of the stairs.
"Privyet," Alexie greeted cooly.
"A Russian in the French Quarter? How is that?" The curly-haired man made no attempt to hide his thick accent.
"I could ask bạn the same. Please, Comrade, have a drink with me. Let us exchange stories. It has been a long time since I've talked of trang chủ with anyone."
Yakov cocked a bushy eyebrow in suspicion. In turn, Alexie held out an arm in the direction of the seating behind him. There were four young ladies and two teenage boys chattering on the semi-circle couch. The bàn in front of them was crowded bởi empty glasses, explained bởi the entourage's slurring words and sleepy giggles. Alexie saw something sinister, something hungry, flash in the other man's eyes at the sight of so many helpless younglings.
"Alright," the cautious arrival agreed, "I am called Yakov Sverdlov."
"A pleasure, Mr. Sverdlov. I'm Alexie. This is Mayor O'Keefe." He lead the two men over to the couch. The intoxicated youths hardly seemed to notice, only shifting slightly to make room for the men before going back to their drunken exchanges.
"So, what brings bạn to the French Quarter?" Alexie asked as he stood to capture the bottle of eau-de-vie* from its ice bucket. He emptied the clear, fruity liquid into three clean rượu martini, martini glasses and handed the mayor and their new acquaintance each a glass. Mayor O'Keefe discarded his suit jacket, sweat patches growing under his arms. He drank the cold alcohol with an earnest that spit in the face of Prohibition.
"The music," Yakov answered, "the art, the livelihood. How could one come to America without seeing the hometown of jazz music?"
"You have lived in America a while then?" Alexie asked as if he didn't know, lighting another cigarette.
"Da, a few years now. Initially, I came for the promised freedom. I am a politician. In Russia, I was forced to convert to Catholicism if I wanted a good life. Here, I can enjoy myself freely even as a practicing Jew. How about you, Alexie?"
The young man took his time to enjoy a long draw of his cigarette. "You've hardly touched your drink, Mr. Sverdlov. Perhaps bạn are interested in something.. warmer?" He waved towards the drunken younglings and the Jew's eyes widened.
"Oh, relax, no one here will spill your secret. Honestly, let us enjoy the livelihood."

Footnote:

eau-de-vie*: a French rượu mạnh, brandy of distilled trái cây traditionally drank at social events. Equivalent to German Schnapps. "L'eau de vie" literally translates to "water of life."
posted by Robin_Love
 White. White like snow
White. White like snow
White. Soft, smooth. White. White like snow. Blue. Blue like sky. Blue on white. White. White on blue. A small kick. A loud cry. Silence. A door opening. Another wail. Red. Red like blood. Red turning blue. Blue. Blue like sky. Black. Black like no life. Black. Just black.
“........there.”
Red. Red like fire. Warmth. Sensational warmth. A noise breaking through a silent night. Blue. Blue as water. Blue as the sea. Baby blue. White turns to peach. Red turns to peach. An outstretched hand. Weightlessness. Arms holding tight. White. White like milk. A creamy taste. A soft touch. A warm bundle....
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posted by GlitterPuff
 Rose-Skull Civvies
Rose-Skull Civvies
OKAY! If any of bạn have ever watched Torchwood on BBC America hoặc Netflix hoặc wherever, bạn will scream bloody murder when bạn realize what episode she's from!

Name: Unknown

Alias: Rose-Skull

Appearance: Medium length black hair, fair skin, about 5 feet 7 inches, silver colored eyes (sometimes with red), a small tattoo of a demon on her wrist

Personality: She’s very nice to people she’s about to kill and acts sweet and trustworthy. Any other time, she is bitchy, mean, sarcastic, and rude.

Civvies: Black wide neck crop top, black jeans with grey suspenders hanging, black knee high high heeled...
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posted by Kurls_Basd
The chó sói, sói charged at full speed to the trio. They all looked at each other not knowing whether it was headed for them hoặc was it just pasting through, but there was no time to figure that out. They separated making room for the monster. The chó sói, sói pasted but suddenly turned around. It howled and stood ground. The chó sói, sói was all black with grey eyes and a much thêm fuzzy tail than other wolfs. It howled once thêm moving from side to side, it stopped, stared of a bit then suddenly charged at Aisling. Aisling pulled out an Mũi tên xanh and drew her bow, running side ways she shot at the wolf. It dodged, jumping...
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((Just a one-shot based off of the last part of SilverWing's Blue Rose story. When Tara finds out Alek was taking the reverse syndrom thing))


A strong wind blew through her hair, the sunny atmosphere contradicting to the darker feelings inside. Her feet made prints along the wet sand as she walked towards the shading trees. Emotions and thoughts bouncing around in her head like quần vợt balls. Her hands tightened around the chuỗi hạt, chuỗi hạt cườm in her pocket. She couldn't chịu, gấu leaving without it but she didn't feel like bringing herself to wear it.
She stopped at the trees and, with no further thought, feel...
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This is a part 1 of 2 only IF Sil wants to continue it. If not, enjoy this one~shot!!!!!!



He slipped into the barely open door, looking around. The afternoon light filtered through the room. Her floor was clean, but the small amount of clutter on the bàn and dresser made him smile at the familiarity. The girl he was looking for was sprawled on the bed, asleep. A book and pen lay open beside her, forgotten as dreams filled her sleep. He shook his head a little, smiling at how simple she was in sleep yet so alive with emotions. He capped the pen and placed it on the desk.
He sat down on the bed...
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posted by Robin_Love
 Terror-Civies
Terror-Civies
Here's the updated bio for the team. I had to look it over and decide who stays and who goes. Sorry if bạn disagree. I just had too many.


Secret Identity: Unknown
Alias: Terror
Occupation: Hero
Powers: Shape-shifting, controls fears, can control minds, can take away/give fears, illusions, able to enter other minds when people sleep.
History: Terror was born in Mew Orleans, Louisiana. He was raised in an abusive family. His father, who was always drunk, would beat him. His mother had died giving him birth. Terror had two other siblings; Sylvia and Mat. Mat had been killed in a car accident. Sylvia...
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posted by Robin_Love
She turned away from the clear glass, walking towards the door. She had known this would happen. She had to warn him against the trước đó plan. The door opened and they stood face to face. He examined her face.
“We've been found out?”
“No.”
“Just him then.”
She nodded, even though it wasn't a question. He scowled and raked a hand through his hair. She watched him calmly. He took several deep breaths then spoke again.
“We need to clear out of here.”
“And do what?”
“He has already been....revealed. We can't risk that of us.”
“He won't tell.”
“Perhaps not. But she might figure...
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posted by Robin_Love
She ducked her head as another loud rumbling rippled through the air. Water rushed her eyes as she hastened to the door. Lightning flashed and she went through the open portal. Another loud crack caused her to run up the stairs. She headed to her room and pulled the wet áo, áo khoác off her.
She shivered in her drenched clothes then pulled off her boots. She left her wet boots and áo, áo khoác on the floor and entered the adjoining bedroom. She striped out of the wet clothes and slipped into dry ones. She slipped into giường as thunder broke through. She settled deeper into the covers, trying to shake away the...
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posted by Robin_Love
 Yuki
Yuki
Okay here's another update. Since I keep making bios, I have to straighten out which are for story use and which are my “main” ones. Why the quotes? Because they are the ones I use hoặc plan to use most though they are not all my actual main Ocs. Just keep that in mind. Okay? Good. Look below and you'll see the danh sách of my main Ocs from the very beginning.

Outsiders
Guardians (Dylan's four)
Resistance
Notte (Dylan)
Teague
Aria (Devin)
Shade
Midnight
Speed (Erin)
Sylver
Serepta

So those are the main ones I use thêm than the others. And then here's who is added to that danh sách due to gần đây bio creations. And I'll post pics of these guys. bạn may remember them.

Yuki
Jon
Irra
Mizore
ArchAngel
Puck
Jackson
Aroan
Reyna

So any other Ocs bạn remember hoặc have read a bio on, message me. I may have forgotten them hoặc why they are important. So yeah. That's th list. Thanks for đọc the update.
 Aroan
Aroan
 Puck
Puck
 Irra
Irra
 Reyna
Reyna
 Jon
Jon
 Felicia the ArchAngel
Felicia the ArchAngel
 Mizore
Mizore
posted by Robin_Love
They stood opposite each other, the bàn between them. They could hear the others moving around outside, but neither looked away.
“You have to go back,” she đã đưa ý kiến at last.
“Not without you.”
“You know I can't! My duty is to them, to these people, to this mission. And bạn can't stay. Your ngọn lửa, chữa cháy is no match for the challenge, the magic, that lies ahead.”
His fist pounded on the bàn and she jumped, surprised at him. He had always been thêm suave, thêm wild, than heated though she knew it was there.
“Damnit Bec! Why?! Why, for once, can't bạn just think of yourself?”
He moved around...
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posted by Robin_Love
It was too funny to keep to myself!!!! XD And it is based off of a different fanfic from someone else on fanfiction.net so yeah! ENJOY~!





“I'm going to put this simply for both of you. Hurt my son”-there was a pointed look at Ciel-“or my daughter,”-a pointed look at Shane this time “and I will break you. Understand?”
Both nodded their heads swiftly. With an almost evil smile, Fang stood up.
“Glad to talk with you.”
The other boys started to slowly back out of the room.
“Before bạn go, my wife wished to speak with bạn both. I believe she's in the kitchen.”
Again, both boys nodded....
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posted by SilverWings13
Name: Vika Vernadskaya

Alias: Czarina -after her mother- (meaning Female Ruler in Russian)

Age: 15

Hair: White, fine, waist length

Skin: Pale

Eyes: Gold

Personality: perceptive; out-spoken; sassy, but polite; sensitive toward others

Civvies: Rose-blouse; light-blue mini skirt; small satchel; white high tops; white knee socks; màu hồng, hồng headband with single sky-blue rose

Costume: (human form -rarely used in battle-) black ngắn tay, tay áo ngắn half-shirt; black yoga pants; bare foot; black plain gauntlets- fingerless gloves stretching to mid-bicep; black headband and hair up; black choker
(wolf form) simple black...
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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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posted by MeridianYJ
Meridian walked on the bờ biển line, the water slipping over her feet like sheets of liquid sky. She looked at the sunset, the wind blowing at her white hair, like snow. She sighed and looked into the water as it came and went. "I am going to die, all because of the Curse of the White Hair." Her silver eyes scanned the shore, as she came upon a cá flopping on dry sand. With the quick motion of her wrist, sea water became and orb around the small fish, allowing it to live another ngày of life.
She whispered at the small fish, "You get to live another ngày oh Small Insignificant Fish.Because of...
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posted by Robin_Love
She winced as his fingers gently ran over the bruise on her cheek. She could see the angry ngọn lửa, chữa cháy in his eyes and looked down. His fingers pressed against her blackened eye gently and she pulled back a little. His hands moved to hold hers, which were in her lap. She glanced up and saw the pure rage that is surging through him, feels it in his shaking hands. She looks back down and tries ignoring his eyes boring into her. She looked back up, their eyes locking.
“Why the hell did they do this to you?” he asked.
“I was in the way. They wanted their loot.”
She shrugged and ignores the annoyance...
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posted by Red-Revenge
Jolt

Revenge stood on the corner of a skyscraper. The night had been uneventful so far. ngọc lục bảo was at the base trying to track down Dealer. Surprisingly, Reaper had not escaped prison yet. It surprised Red Revenge. Although Reaper had murdered his father, the man didn't know Red Revenge was Samuel Grant. His arrival always complicated things.

Revenge sighed. The last time he had faced Reaper was two years ago. It had been a small battle, hadn't even made the news. Reaper had escaped and Revenge had caught him and thrown him back. It was Page 3 in the Local section if memory served.

Red Revenge's...
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posted by Robin_Love
I had to write this!!! It's just....Oh you'll have to read it! Enjoy!!!!


The smell wafted through the base. It was warm, comforting. Trevor, Zero, and Todd looked up from where they were playing cards in the living room. Zeth stood at the counter, piling Sô cô la chip bánh quy, cookie onto a plate. Terror ventured out of his room, eyebrows raised.
“You know Zero doesn't like this,” he said.
“Screw that.”
Terror watched Zeth place a người hâm mộ bởi the cookies, aimed at the vent.
“There are reasons it's not allowed,” Trevor chimed in.
“I know. Couldn't help it.”
“What are bạn talking about?” Todd...
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posted by Robin_Love
I couldn't help myself. I had to write it. You'll understand everything when Memory is finished; just a few thêm parts!!!!


Her hand fit nicely in his. Their fingers threaded together as the walked casually along the cửa hàng district of Happy Harbor. They window shopped, looking at whatever they found interesting. And they had thêm in common than either of them first thought. They walked past a Sô cô la store and she stopped, looking at the display. He tugged her hand gently, but she didn't move.
“Becca?”
He followed her line of sight, a smile on his lips. Everyone had warned him; keep Becca...
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 Skylar and Harley's Child
Skylar and Harley's Child
Skylar woke up, startled, “HARLEY!” he shouted as he sat up. Sitting tiếp theo to him was Silver and Tyler. “Shhh, Skylar, calm down. You’re okay and alive, thank god.” Tyler nodded at his friend, “You have to rest, bạn hit the ground full force.” Skylar shoved away his Những người bạn restraining hands, “Let me go, I need to see Harley.” Silver and Tyler glanced at each other. Unsure on how to put it lightly. Luckily they didn’t have too, Nightwing did it for them. “Harley’s gone Skylar.” Skylar stopped, “Gone?” Nightwing walked towards them, “Not dead gone. But we don’t...
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posted by Robin_Love
 Just cause I found it
Just cause I found it
The sound was haunting, alluring. It overruled her senses, driving her into some sweet perfection and causing her to crave it. It was dangerous, unknowing. And it seduced her. Her eyes opened, looking into light purple. Hypnotizing purple. A hand stroked her cheek lightly. The thêm she stared, the thêm she couldn't pull her gaze away.
“Glad bạn could tham gia me. I wouldn't want to be called a liar. Are bạn ready?”
She nodded, not looking away. He removed his hand from her cheek and helped her up. She kept her eyes on him as he lead her into a different room. He turned to her.
“Get dressed....
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