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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 hoặc 5" some sword hoặc 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,...

" I wanna be drunk when i wake up on the right side of the wrong giường and evet excuse i made up ,tell bạn the truth that i get hate what didnt kill me it never made me stronger at all "

He rolled over opening up his blue eyes that were mopped underneath black hair, he sat up looking around the room knowing he was now in an empty giường alone, like he had been for years. He was hoping this tim, trái tim ache would make him stronger but it only made him feel worse. He scratched the black rubble on his chin as he looked at the tường of his room as empty bia cans were filled on his nightstands. He blinked a...

What Matters is the fifth book in the Red Revenge/DC Comics crossover series. It will be published January 5, 2013 on Fanfiction.net ONLY.



Scene 1:
"...what appears to have been an excellent night of crime-fighting for the hero Red Revenge. According to early police reports, over 300 criminals have been arrested tonight, all bloody and battered from a confrontation with Red Revenge. The Black Hero made his way from the reconstruction of Grant Tower to the Bronx. A five mile trip that appears to have been highly successful."

"But is Red Revenge breaking the law? Is he endangering the citizens of...

One năm Later: (Many are now 22, 24, 25, 26)
Clark zoomed to the cave, and dropped the Daily Planet paper on the floor in the middle of a training. Black Canary glared at Superman, she didn't need to be there at the training anymore, but today she was doing a review on all they had learned on their own. And she didn't like being interrupted, especially bởi a newspaper. Nightwing blocked Lagoon Boy’s attack and then picked up the paper and read out loud, “ Ex Heroine Obscurity has Been Released from Belle Reve.” The room was quite for a moment when Superboy asked, “She was released?...

She woke to a strange murmur, like that of a buzzing crowd. She had expected them both the night before. She hadn't been disappointed. Now she dressed for the day, slipping on her sunglasses. Making sure her weapons were in place, she opened the door. She could hear talking, an occasional shout, and a hint of growled out threat. She walked closer, this time hearing her name.
“What's going on?”
Everything stopped. All eyes were on her as she stood in the doorway.
“Well?”
She walked further in, heading over to Alek. He was in front of the team, looking worried rather than his usual calm...

Probably should have đã đăng this 'bout 5 hoặc 6 months ago... *shrug* No regrets!


Name: Niccollo "Nic" l Canis

Alternate: Blaze

Age: 16

Physical description: 6'2", pale skine, dark blue eyes, brown-almost-black hair

Stats: Single.

Hometown: Liverpool, England.

Personality: acts cold and commanding toward most people, doesn't like to hiển thị any emotion hoặc weakness, a bit egotistical and flirty sometimes.

Powers: can control flames and create them; if he flames up completely he can fly.

Civvies: jeans, leather jacket, Green ngày t-shirt, (his biological father's) dog tags,

Hero uniform: not really a hero,...

The valet opened the door and Samuel Grant stepped out of the limo with Barbara Gordon.

Grant was wearing a typical tuxedo. His hair was combed and pasted to his head, he had his charming smile back, and slipped his arm around Barbara’s.

Barbara looked absolutely magnificent. She was dressed in a sparkling black dress. The back was open in a “V” and the neckline was a few inches from her shoulders. The dress stopped halfway down the lower portion of her leg which the visible section was covered with the long, fancy patter on her high-heeled boot. Her red hair was slightly curled, but still...

The following excerpt contains major spoilers for the finale of Divided We Fall. If bạn wish to read the book with no spoilers, please exit this page. bạn have been warned.
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New York City
June 18, 08:09 EST
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Sam groaned and rolled over. He didn’t find Holly. Sam slowly sat up, looking around for his girlfriend. This was strange, cây ô rô, hoa huệ, holly never got up before him. Sam rolled out of giường and tried to flatten his hair before pulling on a quần áo, áo choàng and walking into the living room. He was about to start worrying...

The boy opened his eyes to white light. 
"Whaa?" His speech was slurred, he tried moving his body, but it was stuck to the table. 
"Don't move. It's worthless." A figure in the shadows spoke, only hiển thị their white shoes. 
"What...?" the boy blinked, trying gain his vision. 
"Your paralyzed as of now, but don't worry. When bạn leave, you'll be able to....walk." The boy studied the burns and bruises on his body. 
"What did bạn do to me?" 
"We helped you..what else?" the figure moved and crossed his arms. "I'll be back later. Try not to go anywhere." The figure opened the door and left the...

Her tim, trái tim froze as she recognized the two males coming towards her. Just perfect! I don't want this. Not now; not ever! She turned on her heels and headed quickly in the other direction. She could feel them, their eyes on her, their mouths probably drooling. She shuddered and headed down an alley, knowing they would follow her. And when they rounded the corner, she pointed her súng at their heads.
“Speak fast. Silver bullets. Now.”
One of them smiled while the other answered.
“We were sent to find you. He is...in need of your presence.”
“Tell him I want no part of it.”
“He suspected...

*Shrugs* Its a little long... But what the heck? Its somethin' to read!




I spun around and delivered a powerfull kick to Nightwing's chest, he made a weird wheezing noise, then sucked the air back in. One of the toughest guys I know. He recoiled and lanched at me, delivering a powerfull cú đấm to my jaw. It was so hard, I heard a pop and my head snapped to one side. I tasted blood, then went full instinct from there on. We were both breathing heavily, a thin layer of sweat on both of our foreheads. No weapons allowed, no powers, just the machines that we call our bodies. Blade watched, leaning...

Cuz I thought it would be fun! 35 stinkin ways!





1. Poke her in between her wings, then run away cackling maniacily.

2. Hug her, then say "Oops, I thought bạn were someone else." then walk away.

3. Take away her teddy.

4. Take away her over-sized sweashirt.

5. Say she looks an awful lot like Brittany Spears with her blonde hair.

6. Rub her stomach, then say "Ooooooh!"

7. Dye her hair. She will kill you. Period.

8. When she is sleeping, write tomorrow's ngày on the back of her neck with sharpie, then point it out later.

9. Poke Devin, then Fang, then her, then say "Looks like Darth Vader had kids..."...

Future Fin fic. Warnings for major F-bombs. Based loosely on a prophecy line.

Rough weeks never end good for heroes. For a normal person you’d have a weekend to relax, watch some ti vi hoặc play a video game. But for the protectors of a city, country, planet, there wasn’t much to go trang chủ to, hoặc much of a weekend to relax with.
Fin had had one of those weeks where she was just done. But a distress call from a warehouse two blocks down had her setting off in the direction opposite Happy Harbor. The fifteen năm old was starting to wonder if this was actually something she’d be doing for...

"Declan, are bạn ready yet?" Aryess peered into the mirror, trying to fit in the back to her silver dangly earring.
"Almost," the 21-year-old called from the other room. "Why do I have to go to this thing again?"
"Because I want to be there when Jasper makes the big announcement."
"Again, why do I have to go?" Declan walked into the foyer wearing a navy three-piece suit. His fair hair was spiked in the front casually, somehow boyishly mature.
"To hiển thị support for our friends!" she said. "Where's Riley?"
"Tada!" the four-year-old exclaimed as he jumped up from behind the couch. His bright-blue eyes...

Okay, spoilers for Darkest (if bạn haven't seen it bạn have no life). Otherwise, just...read and comment? pwEASE.

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to rule

Kyra passed bởi the remnants of the cave, and glanced back at Demon, who was fingering the blade of her katana. “You can’t be serious.”
“I’m dead serious.”
“But the cave was our home!”
“Then bạn can remain here and make sure it’s real. But I’m not joking with you. This is what happens to you-- to us all in a couple years.”
She walked straight...

Don't worry, this isn't a whole new series.. I kinda got carried away, so it’s probably gonna be at least 3 parts (would that be a three-shot hoặc a series?? lol). BTWs this takes place when Aisling’s 8 so that’d be.......eh, bạn do the math.
His eyes widened as he stepped into the alley, wrinkling his nose at the stench that wafted toward him in thick clouds. He had to walk on his tiptoes to avoid the piles of filth and unidentifiable substances, and he grimaced at the squelching noises his combat boots made on the ground. Pinching his nose shut, he scanned the alley, praying that no one...

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...