Pic crew babies

He slipped in through the open window, looking around for nurses or doctors. No one was in sight as he moved the girl's bedside. She was sleeping now, but he hadn't really told her he would come back before visiting hours in the morning. She had woken up, almost like she refused to be trapped in a coma. And he had talked with her all day, listening as she explained the things she gone through.
And he was suddenly thankful it wasn't as bad as he had imagined. He should have been terrified that she seemed unaffected by this last kidnapping. But she had waited until Becca left till she broke into...

Rene sat on the edge of the buildings’ roof, looking down and the people below. In her hands, she held a white wire coat hanger. Slowly, she wrapped her fingers around the hook part, causing the whole hanger to glow a light yellow. The red head sighed as she let go of it, returning the hanger to its natural form. Rene stood up, walked off the building, landing on her feet at the bottom without a broken bone; and walked away.

As she came down a small alley way, a shadow passed over her. Quickly, she turned; but saw nothing but the brick wall. Shrugging, she turned and continued walking. Moments...

I haven't made one of these in a while... But, thought I would update. If you have an issue with him, tell me and don't hold it against me.





Name: Parker Norrian
Alias: Eh. Doesn't have one yet.
Age: Four at the moment, but sixteen when he joins the team.
Occupation Hero/detective for the FBI
Powers: Flight (his beautiful white wings) and telepathy.
Skills: Basic field tactics, high detective skills and standard hand to hand combat.
Past: Parker grew up in normal childhood past, along with his younger sister. He is the oldest of the two siblings. Aside from working with the FBI because of his detective...

The lights flashed on and spotlighted four girls sitting in a circle, chained to chairs, their backs to each other.

Their mouths were gagged to counter any attempt to communicate, and their heads were locked in place by a metal collar, with red flashing lights, so tight it gave only the slightest room to breathe.

The smell of metal, fear, and blood soaked the room, making the silence even more eeiry. Suddenly, the chairs made a 180 degree turn so they all faced one another. An astonished gasp leaked out of the dirty cloth from all four. One tore through her gag, with her elongated canines,...

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The camera focuses on the person. A young girl. Her face was angular, high cheekbones and a very pale complexion. Her deep blue eyes stuck out against her mangled black hair. She should have been pretty, beautiful even, but the dark circles under her eyes and the swelling from several bruises on her temples and neck ruined the image. One of her sapphire eye was ringed with blood as a cut ran from her forehead to her jawline. Her shoulders were slumped and bare, her shirt in shreds. She looked everywhere other than the camera.
“Hello.” Her voice was rough and dragging,...

After getting their equipment and weapons quickly sorted out, Val and Scotch anxiously stared at Sean and Jenna, who were both watching the other two get ready. Cain had gone on ahead to try and stop Richi, and the two girls also wanted to bolt after him. "You guys ready?" Val asked nervously, restraining herself. Without replying, Jenna and Sean each pulled out a metal bracelet from their piles of belongings, which had both been thrown on the ground. The bracelets made a click! sound as they were clipped on. Beams of light sprang out from the piles as they began to dissolve, which began outlining...

He stared at the paper in his hand, thoughts flying, heart beating faster with every second. We may be too late? What does that mean? Does it mean she could be- He cut the thought off and shook his head. He couldn't afford to think that way.
She was counting on him to help her. He wasn't going to let her down. Even if he had to sacrifice his own life to make it happen. Nic had asked him long ago if he would be willing to leave everything, even her, to save her, allow her to live.
He thought about all the time they had spent together, the way her emotions sounded in her voice, her deep eyes,...

Tapping his foot impatiently, Nic leaned against the table where the doctor worked. Aside from the hum of the refrigerators containing various serums and medications, it was the only other sound in the laboratory. Eliot Xian kept his head down, peering through the microscope. Without raising his head he pronounced, "You're making me nervous with that incessant tapping."
"Are you done yet?" Nic demanded.
"Shouldn't you be resting?"
Nic involuntarily smoothed his hair down over the bandage around his forehead, covering the stitches on the back of his skull. After a night under watch in the infirmary,...

They stopped for a rest at a lake. The sun was lowering slowly to go to bed and the two hadn't stopped moving since they left the town. Becca pulled the water from her pack and refilled it. Then she slipped off her shoes and placed her feet in the cool water.
“We can't stay too long.”
“I know. But my feet are killing me.”
“I know what you mean. Still, we need to be hidden before we actually rest.”
She nodded and tipped her head back.
“How long have we been here?”
“Only hours in the time. Maybe a day in our world.”
“I want a bath.”
“Count me out.”
She laughed a little and...

Future childs alert! I'm doing this in paragraphs coz.. I fee like it.

Riley Conners Jr., better known as Rye, is 21 years old (GoW timeline). He lived with his adoptive parents link and Declan Conners (Declan is his uncle as well as adoptive father) until he moved out to live on his own in a Manhattan apartment. Though he's only seen him in pictures, Riley has been told that he is the spitting image of his biological father (Daemian Conners-Weston), with his chocolate brown curls, dark rimmed glasses, and blue-grey eyes, but has also inherited a frenzy of freckles and pale skin from his mother...

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 more 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?...

((Decided to do this in 1st person. :3))

I stared hard at my relfection. This all was a dream. Right? Yet every pinch I gave myself didn't awake me. "Damn it.." A hiss escaped my lips. I had to get outta here and find Terror, he'd know what to do, if he would accept me... after what happened to his-

"Ahhh Miss Howard." My thoughts were interrupted by that sentence and I suddenly was on edge and slowly turned to the speaker. His dark red gaze followed over me. He was observing me and I noticed a spark in his eyes. As my face flushed I quickly turned and he continued,"You look...lavishing......

The 24 year-old walked down the hallway of the hospital, he hated hospitals it made him feel like everyone knew that something was wrong with him. But who wouldn't blame him, he was made fun of as a kid, he didn't really have any friends in elementary school and was always the quiet kid that people would whisper and talk about. His ebony bangs fell in his face over his grey eyes as he looked at the rooms he passed in the hospital.
" Thanks you're a dear...."a sickly voice muttered
from the room he walked into, a nurse wearing a purple nursing suit smiled at him and walked out past him. The...

To those who choose to read it:

As of now, though it may be temporary, Devin, Jon, Cat, Yuki, Mizore, Aroan, Teague, and Irra are no longer going to be used. Also, The Outsiders I am reconfiguring so if you see me post the bio thing, it is because of that. As for Prisoner of War and future articles....I am unsure as to how to go about. Seeing as a few Ocs have been removed, I may just start a new series. But fear not. Becca, Tara, Terror, and the others that are not the ones listed above are still in use. In answer to any questions, yes this is because people have left. No I will not reconsider...

Akash turned the door knob quietly and slowly. He was exhausted, he's been at work all day and now, all night. He looked at the clock on wall at the side of the door as he entered the dark house, it was 11:58pm. He rubbed the back of his neck and closed his eye to relieve the sleepy headache. He then threw his coat on the coat hanger and a few items on the drawer below the clock. He ran his hand turn his crimson hair as the marched to the kitchen. As he walked pass the sitting room, he glanced into the door and noticed a number of human figures. He stops and the light is switch on.

"Good night...

“Well well. The sleeping beauty awakens.”
She looked around for the voice, but could only see a few feet in front of her. She pulled her legs to her chest. She was freezing and could hear a strong wind blowing.
“Who......who are you?” she asked in a tiny voice.
“Don't be scared little kitten. Please. I mean you no harm.”
“What's your name?”
“My name? That is an interesting question. But you might want to see me before you ask any more questions. Are you decent?”
She felt along her body, finding her clothes still on.
“Yes.”
“Alright. Just a minute.”
She heard footsteps, then...

His lips trailed a line of fire down her neck. His kisses forced a small moan out of her. Her fingers tangled up in his fiery hair as he moved down her shoulder. He whispered her name several times between kisses. Her body trembled and she closed her eyes in pleasure. His lips were suddenly on hers in a passionate embrace that set her heart aflame.
She gave as much as she took, hands roaming as all thoughts fled from her love-induced brain. He pulled back, took a deep breath and kissed her again. She took him up on his offer, opening her mouth for him. After playing in her mouth, his tongue...

Tara: I told you. I know. But I couldn't help it. You never can. Shut up.

Name: Robin Goodfellow
Alias: Puck
Occupation: Trickster; Summer Feare
Powers: Puck has many abilities. He can be one place then another with the slightest move. His pockets hold many things that change into any thing he wants. Puck himself can change his form. He also has two daggers in which his expertly skilled. But he has many unknown powers
History: Puck is an Immortal fey. His past is long and as old as time. But he is known most for trickery. He enjoys interfering in mortal games and fights. Any adventure is his “cup...

I never made her one, never saw the point, but this looked fun, so ...

LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE
Name: Emily Weston
Eye Color: dark brunette
Hair Style/Color: ice-blue eyes, pale skin
Height: 5' 8"
Clothing Style: lots of frills and flowers
Best Physical Feature: strong dazzling white wings

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE
Your Fears: being locked in a cage
Your Guilty Pleasure: Godiva >:)
Your Biggest Pet Peeve: when Blaze stares at me through binoculars and tells me how relaxing bird watching is
Your Ambition for the Future: one day becoming a successful lawyer, like a normal person

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS
Your...