SPIN!!!!!!

Oh, god, what have I done?! I've created monsters!! I promise I'll be working on Gotham's Royals, and my promised one-shots, but I just.. I had to do this. I really, really had to~~

Fang strode into the cave, drenched wet from the storm outside, just as the computer shut down, along with the zetas. “Great,” he groaned. “Anyone else here?”
“We are,” Hayden and Eric seemed to chorus. Then they glared daggers at each other, but instantly Eric started laughing. Hayden rolled his eyes, annoyed.
“Just us, then?” Fang questioned, shrugging off his jacket. “I swear, zaidi people would...

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 wewe 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 tarehe 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..."...

((random thing. it just came to me in Spanish class so here it is...has nothing to do with anything soooo...its kinda just thrown out there...hope u like anyway))

Harley hands pumped Ciel's chest. She couldn't see his face through the tears, and whispering out, "Ciel..some one baby dont die! Wake up..please..please wake up Ciel.." His chest did not rise nor fall. Harley cried and put her head to his. Face to face, she whispered in a shakely, "oh Ciel i'm so sorry, this is all my fault..and now...now wewe dead..." She pressed her lips to his his quickly and mouthed, "I'm so sorry."

She cried in...

*Giggle* Sorry Writer, I had too!






"Okay! Places everyone, chop chop!" The Director said(this time, its a real director, not the creepy lady.) clapping her hands, holding a script in between her torso and arm.
"And in 5...4...3...2..." Lights flashed on, I was in the middle of a small kitchen, standing over a small counter, with a blender, moto extinguisher, a bag of nails, and a stack of balonga. I had a motorcycle helmet, and on apron on.
"Herro people!" I said, waving, inside of the cycle kofia, chapeo I was smiling, the glass wasnt tinted, so wewe could see my face.
"Okay, so wewe see here, a stack...

This makala has been in my Drafts section for TOOOO long.
To keep note this is what I originally wanted Shadow to be when I first got introduced to this "OC club thingy". But since I thought about the character I thought it was just "Not modern".
I don't know if this should be made into a different person au what, your choice. (write in maoni please!)
I just wanted wewe to see it 'cause from memory, it took me AGES to make her.
Note: ^ I just added that now. Down is the bio.

Name: Maria Kyle

Code Name: Black Phantom

Other Aliases: Sakura, Cheery (Only in civilian life)

Age: 13

Occupation: Ninja/Hero/Orphan...

It was a crisp fall siku in the city of Melbourne, and a 2 yr old girl was perched on a red wooden kinyesi in front of the huge glass window. Watching the bustling city, cars and stinky drivers, hotels filled with taxi cars and malls bursting with a large amount of shoppers. She wasn't so far up in the apartment, hardly on the sekunde floor so she was able to see most things, her hands greedily moving up the window, wishing to go outside.
Her eyes followed traces of flying autumn leaves, rustling in the wind and dancing in the sky.
A big black van gave a big abrupt stop on the side of a jewellers...

Timeline: 3 years in the future...

“Cʼmon, cʼmon, cʼmon,” Aryess muttered.
“Patience, kiddo,” Nic alisema through the communication unit in her ear.
“Itʼs freezing up here!” She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to gain warmth.
“What did wewe expect? Youʼre 102 stories up and itʼs the middle of the bloody winter.”
“Oh.. yeah.” The teenager tried to focus on the spectacular view from the juu of Empire State Building. The city lights were a dazzling light onyesha of yellow, red, blue, white. She was grateful for the full head mask that tucked her long fair hair away and kept...

BAH. I'm working on Living Remains, I swear, but I was pressured into posting this.
Rated PG-13 for gore and over-description.
Kind of AU-ish, where Nathan Stone is real and not Ryan Zucco, but not dating Fin. At all. :D

The linoleum tiles were splattered with a crimson liquid, and Dick could've sworn it was taunting him. Some of it was just bila mpangilio splashes of coppery scented color against the pale walls, most of it was in patterns and words. Widened grins of a crazed madman were prominent, Bruce noted dutifully, but some were crude letters scribbled with a finger. Among these were "help," "pain,"...

PAIN. 
               That's all Fang felt when he opened his eyes to blinding lights. He shifted around, noticing the cuts that were across his face, including the one that stretched from his left eye and the way down past his lips. His hair was stuck together in the back from all the blood. Fang coughed and wincing from feeling his newly cracked ribs, he looked to the right staring at a IV drip that was in his arm.
"Nyah, wha?" Fang managed to croak out.
"Don't strain yourself." A woman in a labcoat re-adjusted the restraint around Fangs wrist. 
"School..."
"No no dearie. You're in Dr....

Declan stood in place, panting from the exertion. Feeling the adrenaline drain from his vein. The men remained unconscious and unmoving.
Though it had left him with a black eye and several bruises, Declan knew the fight had been too easy.
The floor beneath his feet shuddered slightly and shifted as the train made a turn, pulling Declan from his collective trance.
Every passenger was solemnly silent, even the baby. They gave him fearful looks. But another emotion glinted there. Accusation. He had beat these men. Declan realized it did not matter to them that the thugs had come after him with every...

She walked down the street, head down and shades on. It had been at least a mwezi since the catastrophe, since she'd been in Happy Harbor. Erin had taken off for who knows where. She had learned that the explosion that had caused their cave in had been located under Project Justice's house. The house of the clones she had helped create. All but one had ended up destroyed; Billy West. He'd been at the mountain for a few weeks, at Batman's insistence.
She knew; she'd hacked the mainframe from her laptop. She had run into a few of the team members, but hadn't alisema much to any of them. Not even...

Some kids stood in front of the Memorial 
"Whoa! Scott Clancy! He was White Lightning!" The kids looked down at their Justice League shati then back up! 
"He was my hero!" The kids stood in awe 
"Why did he go into the Military? He was a super hero!"
"They needed someone to go undercover with powers like his!"
"But that blast killed him!"
"Which is why he done it! It would would've destroyed the Earth!" The kids argued back an forth, and Brendan stood and watched, a smile came to his face when kids would recognize Scotts name. He walked down the street, and slipped his hat back on.
"Dad! C'mon...

Two words: Train fight!!!

Declan concentrated for a moment before he felt the familiar tingle on his skin, like freezing water rushing over him. He looked at his hand on the railing. And saw nothing but the railing.
None of the other passengers had noticed his sudden transformation; they were too preoccupied in their own little worlds of technology and small children.
The men entered at the same time and gathered in the middle, passing the now invisible boy.
They wore the same baffled expressions when they did not see their target who they knew had been in this car. And he was. They just could...

(( Gotham City 6:34 PM November 12th, 2012))

He jumped a building as a cop shouted for him to stop, it amused him the cop actually thought he was going to stop. He shot his grappling hook and swung of the building " yeeha!!! " he shouted out laughing and shot a grappling hook from his other wrist compartment and swung from building to building, people wondered why he always ran if only they could be in his shoes and know all hes been through than maybe they would understand. Suddenly he was shot back into the side of a building and cracked the glass he crashed into, his eyes widened as he saw...

Okay, I had to do this....sorry, personal reasons....



Name: Jack Michels

Alias: The Healer

Appearance: 6'1. Brown hair. Black eyes. Regular build.

Civies: GYARG!!! LOOK AT THE PRETTY PICTURE!!!

'Stume: White body suit, blue cape.

Powers: Healing

Skills: Lockpicking. Advanced Martial Arts.

Past: Growing up with Prosopagnosia(the inability to reconise faces), is hard. His family yelled all the time about how he was so ungrateful, he couldnt even reconise their faces. His sister was the only one who understood, they were close. When she passed away from cancer, it devistated him. His parent were so angry,...

DUN dun, waliopelekwa DUNNNNNN!!! Left wewe a little early last time didnt I?


I swiped my large paw at Ari, I hit, throwing him into a tree. He yelped. I smiled, baring my large canines. I lunged at Ari. He smirked. I was tired, I didnt want to fight anymore. I was frustrated at myself.
"Tired?" He alisema in a twisted, chalenging smile, inaonyesha off his sharp teeth that looked like they barely fit in his mouth.
"Why? Are you?" He isnt the only one who can taunt, but I was surely pushing it.
Carefull, Mel. The little voice inside my head told me. I started to think it was telling me zaidi than what was right and wrong,...

Kay, foramu still open, till I post chapter one of this....



I sat in my room. Knees curled up to my chest, my covers disheveled. The oversized sweatshirt kept me warm, and the teddy used to keep me feeling safe. I swung my legs over the side and slipped out of bed. The sweatshirt brushed my thighs, I grasped my teddy tight. I walked out of my room and turned for Fang's, but, stopped myself. I turned for zeta, and ran. When I appeared in an alley, I really didnt care. I walked out of the alley, and listened to thunder clap. I started walking down the sidewalk. It was late, au early, anyways it...

Lucas and Artemis sat in the jikoni with milk, sugar, plastic bags, salt, and ice on the counter with their science notebooks with them. " Okay so we need to put the ice and the sugar together " Lucas alisema putting ice in the big plastic bag and taking some sugar, " No Luke we need to put salt with the ice " Artemis alisema picking up the salt, " uhmmm no we need the sugar " Luke alisema grabbing the sugar, Artemis grabbed the plastic bag aswell getting annoyed with Luke " we need the salt " she alisema pulling the bag towards her, " no we need the sugar " Lucas alisema getting annoyed as well pulling...

Biking across Gotham certainly took much longer than driving. But it was also faster than walking. And Aryess wasn't in the mood to break the law kwa driving her pikipiki, mashindano ya pikipiki while underage, even if she did have a (false) license.
Ary didn't mind the long ride. It was a nice way to clear her head in the simple task. She could have gone without the heat, though. The beating sun had forced her to exchange her hero uniform for not her usual civvies: blue-and-gray striped shirt, hooded jean jacket, and jeans, but instead a spaghetti-strap juu and black shorts. The fingerless gray gloves stayed in...