Monday, May 24, 2010

Wella Koleston Hair Color

[DCU] As a remorse Dick ~ Tim


Title: How remorse
Fandom: DC Comics
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Challenge:
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Prompt:
mantle

Characters:
Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne named Rating: Pg
Word Count: 139 (FDP)
Disclaimer: The characters belong to history their owners and creators, who hold the rights. Nothing is written for profit. Notes: [info] • Set in After The Battle for the Cowl , so it may contain possible spoilers ! In reality everything is a bit 'inspired by the Batman # 688, in which Dick compares the mantle of the first costume to a circus tent and then to an evening dress. XD But the angst is mine. * Nods * • Ah, I'm afraid this is the first time I write to Dick (Lovvo excluded) after the crime. Uhm.
[info] As a remorse The coat is bulky and terribly heavy: Dick sometimes feels to hate him from the moment you wear it until he puts it in the display case - and later, when it moves to the bunker trying to do everything possible to not watch it consistently failing.
rid of the thought has often touched - he is not Bruce, after all - and yet still can not decide: continue to take it on, turning slowly in the shade, feeling every inch and every pound all nights, as is done with remorse. and error, with each passing day, it seems increasingly evident, but Dick did not have the strength to avoid it, knows only how to repeat and repeat, going over every moment of their choice and soaking it - as you do with remorse.

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Title: (In) equity
Fandom: DC Comics
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Challenge:
Comics Day Party
@


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Prompt:

exchange
Characters: Tara Markov
, Slade Wilson, appointed

Teen Titans Pairing: Slade / Tara
Rating: Pg13
Word Count: 140 (FDP) Warnings: Mention reports to adult / child non-graphics [info] Disclaimer: The characters of the story property of their respective owners and creators, who hold the rights. Nothing is written for profit. Notes: • ... I never wrote about those two. o_O
(Actually it is a known random because they are not accustomed to leave the field blank, ok? XD) [info] (In) equity
Theirs is a simple exchange other interests, Tara is repeated. It's a give and take completely fair, balanced, a plan that eventually will lead them both to victory. A Slade, Tara presents on the palms of his hands there, his youth, his body and the Titans, locks itself every possible escape route, every possible crack that might allow a glimpse of a new life. Often it is not easy, often the smile of Beast Boy is too addictive and Speedo is too kind and you feel
a true team member, but goes on gritting his teeth, why is this man who has promised to do.
Only a few nights, while still lying in its side and the sleeping guards giving back, Tara is not sure that we know what, exactly, the Slade is giving in return.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

How Do You Unblock Farmville Posts

[DC Comics RPF] Ansia da separazione ~ Grant Morrison

Title: Loneliness will be over
Fandom: Lost
Beta:

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Challenge: Special # 7 @


IT100

Torque:
F

Prompt: order


Characters: Claire Littleton, Kate Austen Pairing: slight Kate / Claire
Rating: Pg
Word Count: 178 (FDP) Warnings: slight [info] fem-slash, spoilers for the sixth series ! Disclaimer: The characters of the story property of their respective owners and creators, who hold the rights. Nothing is written for profit.
Notes: • References to the first part of the sixth series. ♥ THE CANON!! • [info] title inspired by a verse of Map of the problematique Muse of .

Loneliness Will Be Over In

His head is no longer one in order, everything seems confused, overlapping, indistinct. The events are mixed with each other, their faces disappear and the line that separates friends from enemies is too thin because you can always recognize it. For the first time, Claire let it be the voice of the smoke monster to lead, to point the finger at the bad guys, to remind you that Aaron is finding its primary objective.
Then, his traveling companions of a lifetime ago reappear Claire and her again. The case of Kate are immediately familiar, as if they remained branded in the head in the middle of the mess, and the need to listen - to
believe - is as strong as that of survival. the camp, which can now lie down beside her and keep a hand on the night seem less cold and dark. Claire looks at her with a half smile, without ceasing to hold her, hoping that his presence is enough to remember who he is, and give her that little bit of sense that his life has lost.

How Can I Charge My Advance Sp

[RPS Jonas Brothers] All I want and more ~ Kevin/Nick

Title: Fear and panic in the air
Fandom: DC Comics - Lovvoverse
Beta:

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Challenge: Special # 7 @
IT100



Torque:
F

Prompt: chaos


Characters: Lena Luthor ,
James Gautier, Michael Asaro ;
appointed Allan Wilson Pairing: Allan / Lena mentioned [info] Rating: Pg15 Word Count: 220 (FDP)
Warnings: Angst , destructive thoughts and random references to violence Disclaimer: The characters of the story property of their respective owners and creators (us, in some cases \\ o /), which they hold rights. Nothing is written in profit. [info] Notes: • Set in
lovvoverse
, in 2049 [timeline ]. Title to
• Map of the problematique Muse of .
Fear and panic in the air

The entire nation is in chaos. Each time, his colleagues report that the renewed fighting, of lives shattered, heroes of generations swept away by generations of evil. Batman is now out of the game, Wonder Woman is still busy licking their wounds ... even Superwoman and this seems to have disappeared, most of all, it looks like his great victory.
"America has fallen," he jokes Michelangelo, with a grin on his face disfigured. "Long live America!" Echoes the Joker, laughing uproariously.
America, think instead Lena, What is America to me?
His eyes automatically moves to the photo of Allan, resting on the mahogany desk while they were still just kids and never moved. If you were stuck with me, maybe I would have never even seen
, confesses with regret that the ghost years shows no signs of leaving. Perhaps, to be another country would be destroyed, or perhaps destroyed there would be just anything. [info] But the remorse and they are clearly not very useful. The important thing now is that someone will pay, as he paid her, someone has broken into pieces, as she was taken to pieces. "Long live America," repeated in a whisper, joining the chorus of James. Her lips stretch in the first real smile of satisfaction does not remember that, while America - the America of Allan - dies.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Glory Holes Orlando Fl

[DCU - Lovvoverse] The finish line ~ Josh/Helena

Title: Hopelessly, I'll give you everything
Fandom: DC Comics - Lovvoverse Beta:



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Challenge: Special # 7 @





IT100
Torque: C Prompt:

private


Cast: Richard Tyler Jr. (OC) Nina Delgado
Pairing: Richard / Nina
Rating: G Word Count: 141 (FDP) [info] Disclaimer: The characters of the story property of their respective owners and creators ( us \\ o /), which they hold rights. Nothing is written for profit. Notes: • Set in
[info] lovvoverse , in 2021 [timeline ]. Nina is the girl that Richard thinks he has knocked up (in fact, it was a shapeshifter dell'Injustice League). • Everything comes from a proposal to Nami, "write the same prompt, and a single ship and see what comes out! \\ O / ". ♥
• Title to the
Endlessly Muse .

Hopelessly, I'll give you everything
Truth è che Richard non ha mai avuto qualcosa di veramente suo. Il costume l’ha mutuato dal padre, i poteri sono un mix di quelli dei genitori, la super-velocità è solo il risultato di una formula e di qualche esperimento, invece che dei propri stessi geni.
Con Nina e il bambino che porta in grembo, invece, la questione è completamente diversa. La ragazza riguarda lui e lui solo ed è per questo che Richard ne fa una questione privata, per questo non chiede l’aiuto dei Titans, né dei suoi genitori, né di nessuno.
La va a trovare ogni giorno e cerca di essere presente al suo fianco, di essere qualcuno su cui fare affidamento; per Nina è pronto a migliorare e migliorare, a diventare perfetto, until, with its own, will not be the man she and her son need.
***
Title: [info] There's no one left to blame us for Fandom: DC Comics - Lovvoverse Beta:

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Challenge: Special # 7 @
IT100



Torque: C


Prompt:
public

Characters: Queen Lucy

, Ibn Al Xu'ffasch
, Diana Harper
Rating: Pg15 Word Count: [info] 294 (FDP) Warnings: Mentions of violence , colorful language Disclaimer: The characters of the story property of their respective owners and creators (we \\ or /), which they hold rights. Nothing is written for profit.
Notes: • Set in [info] lovvoverse
, precisely in 2028, during the imprisonment of superheroes [ timeline]. • Title to
Soldier's Poem Muse of .
There's no one left for us to blame

"It's all your fault." He turns to the left wall, the one through which he can see Ibn huddled on the bed, and gets up, moving toward him as if he could really get there.
The transparency of the public prisons and allows everyone to be exposed: the public is suffering, public fatigue, public fear. From that it occupies, Lucy can see when taking away his friends and when they bring back more and more destroyed than the last time. The eye of Diana, in the cell to its right, are difficult to bear, as well as complaints of Hera, two seats away. "This bloody situation," again, hitting the glass with a fist-like, "it's all your fault."
Diana's warning comes on time. "Lucy," she whispered and she can hear clearly, despite the obstacle that divides them and despite the weakness of Wonder Woman. There is no end: the two still beating his fists against the wall, looking, at least, to vent the anger that is eating.
"You were our leader," read the words that come out in a growl, "you had to protect us, dick. You had to put on top of everything, instead of disappearing and give up. "He can not to raise his voice or to use one of his screaming, to do so, however, would be useless, cause only a slight reverb and nothing else: there has already tried. "Lucy, enough," try again Diana, her voice growing faint, and his anger instantly mute despair. "It's all your fault, 'she repeats, but this time the phrase carries with it a few hiccups and tears.
Ibn chooses that moment to lift his head and, sadly, his eyes cross. Lucy then adds nothing, we only continue to look at him and cry, because you know that he feels the full weight of his guilt is all I can ask the time. [info]

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Laser Printer Borderless

[Disney] She’s got friends on the other side ~ Tiana, Dr. Facilier

Title: And from the beginning I Could see Exactly how it Would end Fandom: DC Comics - Lovvoverse Beta:


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Prompt:
Mary Grayson, Lian Harper (Ibn / Mary, Ibn / Diana, Ibn / Lian) - "If only Diana you need to worry ..." "How?" "Nothing!" @ Nami
Characters: Lian Harper


, Ibn Al
Xu'ffasch
,

Jai West,
Mar'i
Grayson, Iris West

; appointed
Cerdian
,

Robert Long, Diana Harper and Allan Wilson
Pairing: Ibn / Lian, Ibn / Mar 'i, with references Allan / Mar' i, Robert / Cerdian, Lian / Cerdian and Ibn / Diana and hints Jai / Lian
Rating: Pg15 Word Count: 3744 [info] (FDP) Warnings: colorful language, references to reports slight slash, left and right horns Disclaimer: The characters in the story belong to their respective owners and creators (or the DC and us) that they hold rights. Nothing is written for profit.
Notes: This fic • was prepared like a century ago, but the fix I did damage, so it comes with months and months of delay. T_T Anyway, all this must be a drabble Ibn only
/ Lian, Jai then you put it in the middle and goodbye. • Set in lovvoverse , circa 2021 [ timeline], after she caught Cerdian Lian and Robert together and Ibn knew Allan and Mar'i. Title to • Broken Promises for Broken Hearts She Wants Revenge of . ♥

And from the beginning I Could see Exactly how it Would end

"We have to stop," said Lian, but his tone does not sound convinced even half of how he thought. The hands of Ibn continue to make its way under his shirt, without which he seems to have heard her, so again, "We have to stop."
however does not stop him and he can not help a shiver to run down the back, just the guy caresses her breast. We must stop, think again, but when she opens her mouth her voice broke into a gasp and nothing more.
*
"What's the matter?"
Jai stares as if she were watching a ghost is not used to seeing Lian so out of sorts and the fact that they are now days that you drag around the place like a zombie Infinity does not bode well. The girl, in fact, stares for a moment as if he understood the question, then, set in the shoulders and arching eyebrows, replied: "My life is a mess." [info] The answer worries me further. "Problems with your father?" Try, and when she denies her head, "With Robert's mother?" Try again. Receives a further denial and then, more and more worried, he blurts out: "Tell me," sighs Lian and, after assuring that they are the only ones in the garden, starts to speak. "Am I doing something ... One thing I should do and that could hurt a person very dear to me. Really hurt, I mean. " At that point, the conclusion is simple and clear for Jai. "Are you betraying Cerdian 'exclaims, aghast at the idea. Almost feels relieved when her friend, rather than confirm, darkens even more, and looks at him wrong. "Idiot," the resume. "Cerdian is gay, do not you know?" The phrase falls on him like a cold shower. 'Is-Cerdian
what? "Question, his eyes wide and mouth wide open. "Gay, Jai. How can you be more naive than me? "Says the girl, raising her eyes to heaven. The silence continues for a while, then finally, the sprinter can recover from the shock and return to the main point. "Ok, aside from that. What's your problem, then? "

In a strange twist of event, in that exact moment you open the main door of the building and come out and Ibn Robin; Lian gaze follows them all the time and there must be something evident in it, or maybe Jai knows far too well, because as soon as the couple is out of earshot, the young man murmured, "Oh no, do not tell me that is what I think."
Arsenal turn look at it and the fault is painted on his face, he just crossed his eyes because they understand everything. "I can not believe it!" Explodes. "But that takes you lately? Cerdian is gay, you go to bed with your best friend's boyfriend Robert ... What do I say? Who wants to be Wonder Woman?, "
Robert fucks the person for whom I have a crush on since I was ten years
, he plans to meet Lian, but eventually decides that he does not want to see Kid Flash collapsing to the ground, so only to raise the legs to the chest and hide her face in her arms, hoping to disappear. The boy hesitates for a moment, then sits by her and puts his hand on his shoulder, called, "Lian?"
Her voice comes muffled. "What do I do? Asks Jai and sighs wearily.

"Put an end to what, here's what you do." He realized that he was a bit 'too sharp cry of pain from the girl sounds so again in a softer tone, trying to remedy, "and Mar' that the Treaty, might really ruin your relationship. "He pauses, eyeing to Arsenal, he discovers, has not moved. "And then, I mean, you saw them?" Again. "Do you really want to get in the middle of the mess that already have those two? Finiresti just to be there badly, Lian. "

This time, the other lifts that enough to look at him sideways. "Since when did you become so wise?" He says, genuinely surprised by the way Jai is doing. Is not he talk with an attitude so calm and distribute advice, then, think, such a mutation must surely be due to the poor appears his position. "I'm not wise," replied Kid Flash, almost resentfully. "In fact, if you want to know I'm going to combine a very childish and very bad joke to our favorite Atlantean. Come with me? "Continues jumping.

Lian mention finally a smile, but denies his head. "Better not," he says. "I still can not watch Cerdian I will not be using it as a target for my training. "
" Uh, do you want me to stay? asks Jai in a final motion for concern. Lian again and shakes his head, stand up, "I will go to the gym to download the nerves," she says. "Remember to knock when you get up, you will avoid unpleasant surprises."

Jai nods, vaguely confused by his final recommendation, and start running toward the building interior.


*


His legs move in the room Ibn almost automatically. It's night and should be in bed sleeping, but instead is going with him, knowing that it will awake, Despite the hour, despite the exhausting task that has just ended, although, after all, would really be wrong.

Knock-up once, and when he opens - its barely recognizable figure in the darkness of the room - his heart speeds up.

"Hello," she says and smiles in response to Ibn is a bit 'dull but sincere. Swallow and resumed, "We need to talk."
He nods and sits on the edge of the mattress, the looks up and asks it to do the same, but she shakes her head, aware that only one would be a mistake. "It should not happen again," he began, without moving an inch. "What that we

-short, "adds, as if it were needed. "Mary is my best friend, your situation is complicated enough and my love life is not less."

speaks very quickly, breathing with difficulty and masking embarrassment, fear of making a wrong move . She is ready to rattle off a thousand other reasons that prevent their relationship when Ibn sighs and lowers his head.

"I know, Lian," she whispers, and she freezes. It has not yet become accustomed to the way he pronounces his name, affection and care that lends to issue every single letter. Before it was always Arsenal

, A mask, hard to name a fighter - named after his father - but now has become

Lian, the friend, confidant, lover. The knees become soft and he knows that the point of no return is near. His rational side told her to take a step back and leave the room as quickly as possible, has never given really listen to his rational side, though, and it does indeed step forward, toward him. His arms, the next moment, the floor shaking.


*


Diana's hair is like those of blacks Lian, but shorter, shinier, thicker, his hands are small and delicate, despite the super-strength, and Wonder Girl costume from the dark brings out blue eyes. Diana Lian is what is not, it would be the perfect girl to fall in love and everyone seems to believe - even if nobody says it out loud for fear of the reaction of Mar'i - that if Ibn never should have another woman that she would .

The ironic thing is that even Mar'i is convinced that Diana and this is probably the only person she gets jealous.

"Among them there is nothing, come on," Iris tells her, waving a hand and trying to put an end to this matter. But Mary's eyes are fixed on Wonder Girl and Ibn sitting at the table meeting with Superboy, and no sign of moving.

'Do it again supports the hand on my arm I go there and incinerated, "hisses Robin, Impulse blatantly ignoring.
"But every time they do so," replied that, without realizing star only worsening the situation.

Lian, beside them, shrugs and longs to be there. The mouth is not the salt no reassurance, no joke, no nothing, there is a problem to block the throat, while she imagines Mar'i discover the identity of the girl with whom Ibn betrays her, imagines turning toward her furious and clearly sees herself turn into dust sotto l’effetto dei suoi raggi di energia. Chissà se Diana, a quel punto, verrebbe in suo aiuto, giusta e pronta a difendere gli innocenti com’è.

«Fosse solo di lei che devi aver paura,» si ritrova a sussurrare prima che se ne renda conto. Mar’i, per fortuna, non le sta prestando attenzione e non la sente, voltandosi verso di lei solo distrattamente. «Che hai detto?»
«Niente,» si affretta a replicare Lian. «Solo che… Che
Diana
non ti farebbe mai una cosa simile.»
Sa di star dicendo la verità, perché è così che stanno le cose: Diana non avrebbe l’animo di ferire Mar’i, perché è davvero good-hearted and adorable as it appears - unlike his own.

"I just hope for her," the friend exclaims in reply, throwing a quick glance. Then his full attention back on the trio and still endures a few minutes before announcing, "OK, I'm sick and pockets," and go to join them.


*

Kid Flash does not stop to turn them around, nobody will notice anything unusual in this, because for the rest of the team is normal for the two of them pass time together. Lian, however, is fully aware of the concern of the boy, the fact that, even if it has not yet dared to ask directly, just waiting to hear you say that things they are fitted.
He pretends not to understand, however, not at all anxious to raise the issue, to force him to come out during a workout at the gym.

"So, uh," begins the sprinter. "You're a bit 'better?" Ask him as he continues to move at the speed of light that you should hit the target and Lian almost a gesture of annoyance, which dissolves triggering a crossbow.
"Almost center, brava!" Jai replication, and then arrive next in an instant and add: "But answer." She sighs and shrugs. "Nothing has changed," says the disappointment and make a clear distinction in the expression friend. "Save yourself the sermon, all right?" "I was not to make you a sermon," he defends himself, "I'm not Iris." The phrase
the tears a smile, the door finally relax. Fiddling with the controls of the crossbow, inserting and removing the safe, taking the look down, until you find yourself saying, "Do not worry about me, somehow work it."

The hand of the fast is shooting leaning on his shoulder and shaking a little. "I'm not used to see you so, 'resumed, his voice low. "Be careful, Lian, because ..." is interrupted when she meets his eyes, looking visibly the most appropriate way to tell. "Because maybe you're just using it. With a vengeance. "
The surprise of hearing him make such a conclusion is painted on the face. "I would do such a thing," replied, sure of what he is saying, and the boy shrugs.
"I do not know," replies. "I do not know what goes on in your head ninety percent of the time, to be honest."

"If this is not even me," is found to joke, the joke is successful, because they both giggle, as in the days when make jokes about Ibn was on the agenda.
Then, in the silence that follows, he embraces her briefly, catching her by surprise; before he can speak, however, moves away again, picks up the target and the opposite end of the gym, tells her: "Come, let us resume. Do not we'll go from there until you hit the exact center, "

Lian shakes his head and had fun preparing the crossbow. "So get moving, Bamboccio, shouted in response.


*


"It was with him all night yesterday."
Ibn voice, apparently, is monotonous as usual, but Lian easily recognizes the sad note that it contains. His words do not surprise: Mar'il'aveva informed of their movements in person the day before and at this point, according the usual plan, she would stir up an excuse, justify it in any way credible to get it out of trouble. Instead

remains silent and simply put one hand on the arm to stroke and Ibn floor, oblivious to the rest of the team that runs around the Main Hall there. He looks at her in a way that can not decipher, even though the mask is lowered, and tightens the grip around the cup of coffee you're drinking.
"I'm sorry, 'he feels compelled to tell the girl, looking down and the voice that comes in a mere whisper, then almost jumps, warns when the sound of pottery left on the shelf and the hand of Ibn still covered by lean on his glove. "I'm sorry too," he replies, staring with the intensity that, now, can only be attributed to remorse.

The question rises to the lips in a natural way, as if they had stayed there, lying in wait, rather than being a mere echo of the words of Jai. "You're using? Asks, without looking down. "I'm your personal vendetta?"

see his expression change rapidly, appearing momentarily defenseless, slightly bewildered, and finally resume their equanimity. "No," articulates clearly, his voice seems devoid of uncertainty and his hand is there, where he had laid.
Lian want to believe, wholeheartedly, want to get close to him and kiss him, forget the rest of the team and the world, but can not do neither of these, the virus of doubt is now injected under the skin, despite has tried to impedirselo, and the thought of having completed one of the biggest mistakes of his life takes away any chance to react.

moves away from him, then threw a last look before you hit go and turn your back to reach Iris in the backyard.


*


"But you listening to me?" Mar'i suddenly explodes. Lian
jumps, caught in a lie, imagine that the friend spoke for five minutes, but she was not able to follow the thread at all, too much absorbed by his thoughts.
"Um," replied, painting guilty expression on his face.

"Lian," her friend sighed wearily. "Can you please explain to me what's the matter?"
As usual, the answer comes out without the thought that we had enough. "I think you should let go of Jericho," confessed, staring Robin's eyes. He looks

blinking in disbelief and then alarm in his voice, asked, "Is that where - is for Ibn? Did he say anything? "She bites her lip and the heart of the other cracks almost see her so concerned.

"No, nothing like that," explains. Then he hesitates, searching for better word, repressing the guilt. "Is that ... Ibn loves you, Mary, as well as you love him, I know. But this thing is hurting you, you risk ruining everything and ... "For a moment he is tempted to tell her everything, to reveal

what, exactly, his betrayal is influencing Ibn, what, exactly, you are hurting . He stops in time, however, merely claiming: "Believe me, you better stop."

's friend and ink darkens the eyes, but Lian continues, unable to break off the conversation: "And I dare not imagine how it must feel Allan. Being the other is not at all handsome. "
There is a pretty obvious hint of resentment in his words, but Mar'i seems not to notice. "You make it easy," muttered the other hand, staring at his hands.

Lian would like to add that
knows that is not easy to understand that in some ways, but when he opens his mouth someone knocks on the door of the room. Ibn enter soon after, before anyone actually give him permission, and when laying eyes on Mar'i, stands the surprise on his face for a brief moment.

She lights up a smile sincerely happy and gets up from bed to meet him, almost jumping for joy. "I do not know you were here," she exclaims, and the Ibn salutes a 'Surprise' and pop a kiss on the lips, then embrace.

The boy returns the close, but his gaze slips over the shoulder of his girlfriend, until you cross that of Lian. There is sorrow and there's no excuse in his eyes, but she resists just a moment before looking away and stand up.

"If you want to leave the room," you force a joke and they finally come off. But Mary's hand resting gently on his shoulder, as if to prove ownership, it remains difficult to accept.


*


"You're avoiding."

If it finds the next shot, the mantle that flutters and almost a leg, the mask to cover his face and the lens blank, expressionless, that fix. There would be afraid of him, to want to keep up with the large, but instead it only causes the stomach to a vice that is not a concern, but expectations.

"No, really?" Replica piccata, you look around quickly, hoping the presence of another team member, but the gym is rather empty.

"Lian," Ibn starts, lowering his mask, and she shakes her head to stop it. "No, shut up. This thing has to stop and come to me looking for is not helpful. I just want to stay by far, you can afford it? "She stares at him in the face all the time, trying to give voice to the tone as safe as possible, and simultaneously take a step back, putting more space between them.
The boy's hand, however, triggered a sudden, preventing it from further away and even pulling her close, to hug her. The gesture is both unexpected and unusual for him - it seems he does not care to be seen by the surveillance cameras, it seems impulsive, as if for a while 'had abandoned the constant self-control - that Lian is forbidden and does not react.

It is found pressed against him and can not do anything but stay there, let tighten and close their eyes, saying nothing. Understands that this is a farewell, that, and the desire not to put an end to their relationship really weighs on the heart.

"Do not you try more," Ibn promises, his mouth too close to his ear and his voice firm, decisive, just tinged with melancholy, so much so that she can not doubt the veracity of the statement - and the end of everything.

So suddenly embraced her as he parted from her, to ask a last look before returning to the form. The next moment has already given away and going away, as she barely restrains the desire to bring him back, keep it to leave.

Then, a few feet away hangs Ibn and his heart miss a beat. "You've never been a vendetta," he says, without turning around. "I wanted to know."

Lian nods, even though he can not see it, does not dare to speak, because they do not know what might come out from their lips, what excuses, such as requests, such as prayers. Holds tight while the boy starts to walk, and pass through the doors of the gym, and relax only when left alone, now when there's nothing I can do to stop it.

*

resists up late at night, concentrating on their training and not allowing thoughts to flow. Then, the throat becomes too strong to be ignored and the solitude and silence begin to bother you like a slow torture. Give up the crossbow

badly on the floor beside it a quiver of arrows in the middle of the room, and starts running, jumping quickly out of the sliding doors and taking the stairs to the upper floors.
Jai comes out of the chamber with the out of breath and can barely knock and wait for the boy - his face vaguely sleepy and confused - the open, before bursting into tears. It is as if weeks of tension and fear and guilt to him suddenly collapsed, and it is certain that your knees are going to sell them, all that she is about to fall, were it not for the arms of the string and help it to reach the bed.
goes limp on the mattress, ignoring the voice in his head that makes this appear as pathetic and foolish, right now, and curled to the side of the sprinter. He does not say a word, merely string, a wrinkle of concern increasingly pronounced to mark the forehead and eyes fixed on her, waiting for the outburst of the girl terms.

Lian has no idea how much time has elapsed, when he finds the strength to dry her tears and said, "It's really over now." Tiene still look down and you feel guilty, they should not be reduced in this state, why should not us hope so, in what she had and Ibn because it seems to have made a single, gigantic mistake. Then Jai

urgent talks and that feeling of inadequacy is wiped out. "I'm sorry, Lian," begins by moving the hands on the arms of the girl, allowing her to leave just enough to look into her eyes, "but it's better that way."

You know that is true - very true
- but can not however, to avoid a last sob to escape. She hides her face in her hands and nodding and murmuring a half-hearted "You're right.
The boy's arms around her again, Jai caresses her hair up and resumed, "It's not that you need him," his voice reduced to a whisper.

remain so for a few more minutes, then deviates Lian, a deep breath and wiped his face with the back of his hand, recovering part of its tranquility. He mentions a guilty smile in the other direction, leaving him to understand that the worst is over and finally allowing him to breathe a sigh of relief. "I will take up," he says, trying to reassure him.

He shakes his head, amused and stretches to give her a playful pat on the head after slipping over on the mattress and the headboard leans back, looking in up toward the ceiling. "I do not see you so. I fear that tomorrow might have randomly vibrate through Ibn dear, you know? "

Lian's laughter that comes in response makes him smile, and finally spread into the room a relaxed atmosphere. The girl moves on the mattress until you get close, the parade from the pillow behind his back, hitting him on the head with what is recommended, "Just be careful not to spill his guts for any home."

" Do not promise anything, "defends Jai, raising a hand. Lian grins and lies down again, hugging the pillow and curled in on itself. Jai looks from below, not sure whether to be his apology sealed room that way or wait for him to speak, until the boy's hand does not leans back on his head, caressing her flat.

"It's better that way," repeated Jai Lian and nods. "It's better that way," he echoed, and then, the lump in the throat and the weight on my heart now dissolved, closed her eyes.


Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Can You Shoot Up Lortab 10s?




Title:
Life can show no mercy

Fandom: DC Comics
- Lovvoverse

Co-Author:




namidayume




Characters:

Ibn Al Xu'ffasch
;
appointed Allan Wilson
and, escape
Mar'i Grayson
Rating: Pg


Word Count:
409 (W)

Disclaimer: The characters of the story
property of their respective owners and creators, who hold the rights. Nothing is written for profit.

Notes:

• Nami and I wrote a sort-of-death! Fic to celebrate the use of Google Docs. It makes perfect sense, believe me. u_u • Set in
lovvoverse
, precisely in 2030, after the death of Allan. • Lost Title to [info] of Michael Bublé .
Life can show no mercy
He could not help him anyway, this is the chant that repeats Ibn mentally, this is the only thing that can give you comfort as the coffin Allan is lowered between the general applause and some tears (which should not hit at all, since it was not his job to help him) (or condemned). And for a while 'he succeeds, the comfort really gives the feeling that there are no faults, that everything is perfectly in order (which has not pushed him in that grave). works until you can see, hidden by the crowd, a little 'back, wearing dark clothes that clash so much about her. Just take a look because what you are trying not to think bounces back, hitting him hard. It is difficult - too difficult for him - yet ignore the guilt that has dragged on for years (the marriage of Allan, the biggest mistake that the boy had ever done and now he has killed), it is difficult to deal with the pain he has caused to people who loved Allan, Allan same to you for all this time merely to ignore the life of Jericho - he did not care no more, and not his business what the half-demon decided to do - except that it was precisely to Ibn pilot and, therefore, lead to its end - destroy the only thing that could have saved Allan.
front of the land begins to hold the wooden crate, it is also difficult not to think that everything could be predicted and prevented. If it were not selfish, if he had chosen the right way, instead of evil, if it were simply better than what it is, Allan would be alive now. The plaque clear is the clearest proof of his inability to love, to be correct, is the failure of a life spent doing the hero, trying to save people - then who does not send ground was nice, for trivial details, swayed by the dark side of himself without offering the least resistance.
The plaque, bearing a picture of Allan, is a direct result of what he has caused - and though it may try to deny this idea, as it may pretend to have forgotten, there will always be that quiet smile to remember the truth, the final warning of a boy who, instead of destroying it groped, has always been better than him.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Ept Results Blue Dots



Title: She Had a name

Fandom: DC Comics [info] Beta:
namidayume
Challenge: Special # 7 @


IT100

Torque:
B

Prompt:

divided


Characters: Cassandra Cain, appointed Bruce Wayne and Stephanie Brown Rating: Pg13
Word Count: 300 (FDP)
Disclaimer: The characters in the story belong to their respective owners and creators, who hold the rights. Nothing is written for profit. Notes: [info] • Brief reference to Batgirl V3 # 1 (but only with regard to the passing of the baton) , so it may contain SPOILER! . • This is the result of star reading all V1 Batgirl, here. Cass want it back! . __. • Title to
of Stockholm Syndrome Muse . [info]
She Had A name
The costume suddenly becomes a hindrance, something that does not belong anymore and does not know how to handle. It was created in the image and likeness to Bruce - because out there, she was
him - to serve his cause, to follow its rules. Now that man is no more, it seems that the house of cards built by Batman has dropped, carried away by the wind. Cassandra finds himself unable to establish its identity. The many things have happened in recent months, has been left too often, deceived many, and has returned to kill again to save, to be hated and loved again. She feels that her body has changed shape so often that now it is inevitably divided, dismembered.
So that's Batgirl costume is too similar to Bruce, has thrown them away with an ease that he did not believe possible. The leaves on a roof and disappears the next moment, without looking back, without checking that Stephanie really collect it.
runs away and climbs a skyscraper to reach the top, closing his eyes investment and allowing the cold air of the night. Be deprived of the suit that brought him for a long time so it's like being deprived of his own skin - skin Bruce -, protection of container that could hold together all the pieces of his body.
The feeling now that the wind can carry it off like he did with all the rest, scattering his limbs everywhere, is so vivid that you almost wonder when, looking around, he realizes that it is still whole.
In his mind, a resounding words: none you're back. The only thought that remains is that perhaps it was better not have never become somebody.

Unleashed Exception: C0000005



Title: A guilty conscience grows

Fandom: DC Comics - Lovvoverse Beta:



namidayume
Challenge: Special # 7 @



IT100




Torque: B

Prompt:

combined
Characters: Helena Kyle , Tim Drake, appointed Ibn Al Xu'ffasch
Pairing: hints Ibn
/ Helena Rating: G [info] Word Count: 158 (FDP) Disclaimer: The characters of the story property of their respective owners and creators, who hold the rights. Nothing is written for profit. Notes:
• Set in [info] lovvoverse , somewhere during the 2027 [
timeline], where, after the flight of Ibn, Helena and Tim are pretty much the last remaining in Gotham . • Unbelievable but true, this drabble I've rewritten something like five times before it made sense. I hate it. = _ = • Title to the
Sunburn Muse .
A guilty conscience grows

's family once so united and compact that they were not. The escape of Ibn did not exacerbate his sense of guilt, giving the feeling of being dropped like a bomb on Villa Wayne, tearing apart all that was and throwing away the surviving fragments.
Sometimes, Helena felt so strong a desire to go back and change your route, make sure you never arrive there, even that of Ibn review it is stifled. Other times, the need to react, to protect something that still feels right, above the rest. Helena then tightens against Catwoman's costume, he wears a mask and fight, fight, fight.
in the dark night of Gotham, to give courage and hope, there is only comforting smile of Batman. "He'll be back, I'm sure it will," Tim repeats almost every day and the safety of his words is all that remains.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Stouffer's Outlet In Ohio



Title: Separation Anxiety
Fandom: DC Comics RPF [info] Beta: namidayume

Prompt:
Grant / Damian (onesided) "I must tear myself away from you! "
, and randomly given to me on the fly from

levy

Characters:
Grant Morrison, Frank Quitely, appointed Dan DiDio, Damian Miller and Wayne Bryan. The character, yes.

Pairing: ...
Grant / Damian? * _ *

Rating: Pg Word Count: 368 (FDP)
Warnings: Mental Illness? o_O Crack? And not know, hopefully it will be a future! O_O
fic Disclaimer: I characters in the story belong to themselves, Damian Wayne belongs - fortunately! - The DC, this has never happened but I would so that sooner or later happen and yes, I'm actually suggesting that Morrison might have a crush on Damian would not otherwise be explained. * Shrugs * [info] Notes: • * points finger * Levy, this is your fault and you know it! è_é • Grant Morrison is the devil Damian and the creator of all 'I'm disgusted, Dan DiDio is
Dan DiDio, the one who allowed this crap to spread, Frank Quitely is the current head design " Batman & Robin Reborn ", which continues to bring up because he has worked with Grant a lot and now I am convinced they are friends. Bryan Miller is the current author of "Batgirl" This is the only man in the world that has so far made me Damian bearable. ♥ • Sometimes I vent so, yes. Anyway, it is up to the dedication of law Levy. u_u • The title is stupid, but the fic is no exception, so be patient. XD [info] Separation Anxiety

Dan's words still echo in her head. "Sales are declining, Grant," he said in his office a few minutes before, "we must take action. I'm sorry to put you in this situation, I know how much you care for him, but it is inevitable. " There was no way to change his mind, to convince him that such a thing in their initial plan, was not even remotely intended. Grant repeated that he would have thought, keep in mind, get ready to the question whether, but even that probably would have cushioned the blow. Join
own studio, the tower block in DC, and sits at his desk mechanically. "I do not know how to tell you," begins after a moment, leaning his forehead with one hand, "but I must tear myself away from you. It seems that the public does not like our collaborations, DiDio said that your personality comes out corrupted. I do it for your own good, you know? "
stops, take a deep breath and, without looking up from the desk, he continues: "Do not worry, I will make sure personally that you fall in good hands. And then, we always find ourselves in the crossover numbers or special, no? " A slight knock on the door and open it later it breaks again. He looked to be in front of the frowning Frank, still in the doorway. "Are you ready?" Asked the designer, advancing cautiously into the room.
Grant sighed a second time and then, gravely, nodding. Then collects the notepad from the desk - the one on which he had sketched stories about Robin for the next ten months - and after throwing a long look at the sad picture of Damian Wayne pasted on the cover, hands it to another.
"If that bastard Miller dares to wring a single hair, I swear ..." begins, but the hand of Frank, who leans on his arm cut off any possible threat. "I know, man, I know," reassure him. "You'll see that'll be fine." And, after giving him another pat on the back for mo 'encouragement, you start outside the office. Grant watches him go out and shut the door behind him feeling powerless in his heart, though, knows that this separation will not last long, sooner or later, it is certain that he will get it back, were also used to kill every single writer DC. This and more, for his pupil.