Alaska Howard. But I’d rather be called Allie. Or A… A works, too.

I just turned 21, my birthday was on October 1.

Yeah, I got so wasted… Worth it, though.

Species… I was human up until, like, 3 months ago. Hint, hint, dumbasses.

Eye color, blue. Hair color, brown- and a curly mess.

I’m 5’ 6” and weigh 129.

I drive a red 1970 Plymouth Hemi 'Cuda, my pride and joy.

I got it my sophomore taon in high school with prize money I got from an essay contest. My dad and I built it up throughout my junior year, and after he became paralyzed I finished it up my senior year.

I don’t have any siblings,...

LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE
Full Name: Arabella Conley
Nickname: Ara
Reason or meaning of name: Ara meaning water; Conley meaning Fire
Eye Color: Green
Hair Style/Color: long, blonde
Height: 5’5”
Clothing Style: Modern
Best Physical Feature: Eyes

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE
Your Fears: Loosing my mobility
Your Guilty Pleasure: Donuts
Your Biggest Pet Peeve: Snobs
Your Ambition for the Future: To be big

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS
Your First Thoughts Waking Up: Time for greens!
What You Think About the Most: Dance
What You Think About Before Bed: Time to rest!
You Think Your Best Quality Is: My confidence

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S...

Just something I thought of. I think it’s not quite yet a taon but the story came to me. Enjoy

The soft lullaby filled the room as the clock turned 2:00. The sun was tucked away to sleep, much like the girl in bed. A shadow crossed the room, coming closer. A sudden flash of metal, and the girl faced her intruder, claws out.
“You could have died!”
The hood fell away to reveal piercing icy blue eyes.
“I needed someone...”
The implication of his words caused her to lower her guard and sheath her claws. She made room on the kama and he sat, staring into a dark abyss.
“Has it already been a...

LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE
Name: Tristan West!
Reason or meaning of name: Urban dictionary says I'm most amazing-est guy there ever is.
Eye Color: Greeeeen.
Hair Style/Color: I'm a ginger.
Height: Like... 5'6, 5'7?
Clothing Style: It varies, usually what ever makes me most comfortable... like t-shirts.
Best Physical Feature: Freckles?

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE
Your Fears: The speed force really trips me out man.
Your Guilty Pleasure: Eating like 4 tubs of ice cream at once. Massive ones.
Your Biggest Pet Peeve: Super super slow people. Like, pagong speed.
Your Ambition for the Future: I haven't ibingiay it...

I hope I did this correctly :P

LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE
Name: Leon "Aleksander" Alexievich Romanov I
Reason or meaning of name: My mother christined me Leon, but I was unaware until I was an adult and grown comfortable with going sa pamamagitan ng the name I had chosen for myself, Aleksander... *mutters* And my father was Alexie Romanov.
Eye Color: Pale morning sky
Hair Style/Color: White as a dove's, perhaps in need of a trim
Height: 6'5" ((MY BABY GIANT))
Clothing Style: light colored dress shirts and jeans... No ties. Ever.
Best Physical Feature: Being taller than many can be fun? ((Dat jaw line tho))

LAYER TWO:...

Note: Happens simultaneously as link


Hounds on the Bridge

The girl blinked quickly as her eyes adjusted to the sunlight while the white portal she had stepped through faded from existence. A warm Mediterranean breeze rustled her untidy red curls, carrying the scent of the sea. As much as she wanted to run through the narrow streets until she was panting for that sea salt sweet air, there was no time for such leisure. Her concern was for someone who had been left behind in the city sa pamamagitan ng mistake.
Before she could even wonder about the trio that had meant to accompany her, her eyes found them. Though...

Name: Just Fang. (Only few people know this name.)
Alias: Fang
Occupation: Hero
Age: 19
Appearance: Fang’s hair is just above his shoulders, and is a dark black that shines as a ravenette in the sunlight. His fringe hangs over his left eye, while his right eye is framed sa pamamagitan ng hair that stops at his cheek (See picture.) Because of being on the run for many years, and most of the experimentation he's went through, Fang's skin is now an oliba color. At the current moment, Fang is a height of 6'3, but sa pamamagitan ng the time he is 20, Fang will stand at 6'4. He has a slightly muscular build, only having most...

It's only long because it's a song-fic..




Oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa.
Oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa.

The air reeked of sulfuric acid as dark, smoggy clouds hung in the air. The ground was fruitless dirt that crunched under their feet every time they walked. A dry wind blew through the desolated valley. A firm grip held his shoulder and he gave the slightest nod before the other five moved ahead. As he expected, they were met with an attack. What seemed like hundreds of enemies surrounded them with the intent to kill.

B-B-B-Be careful making wishes in...

Name: Weapon X-360 (360 meaning the degree of a perfect circle, deeply meaning ‘Perfect Weapon’)

Occupation: Human weapon/Assassin for hire

Age: 17

Date of Birth: 25th December 1996

Type: Human Weapon/Cyborg

Nationality: American, French, Canadian, Japanese

Hair: Black or some times a fair shade of blue (it changes in the sun) has a side fringe that covers one eye and medium hair in a side parting)

Eyes: Esmeralda Green

Powers and/or abilitys:
-Skin can turn into adamantium.
-Adamantium claws located in each finger.
-Good flexibility and practices gymnastic fighting.
-Knowledge of how to use guns...

Well, here yah go peoples.

Name: Nye Driscoll

Alias: None

Sex: Male

Age: 16

Appearance: Choppy blonde hair, green eyes, glasses (usually wears contacts), pale skin, tattoo on left bicep

Personality: Quiet but friendly, mannered, treats women respectively, always happy to lend a hand

Birthday: January 15

Relationship Status: Single, and always has been

Civvies: White designed T-shirt, baggy jeans, converse, black hoodie (hood up most of the time), and a band of bracelets

Powers/Abilities: Able to see into the future (The farthest is a buwan in a half), military soldier training

Weapon(s): A pocket knife...

"Crap! crap! Crap!" Mafia hissed as she kalapati for cover under a truck. Bullets ricocheting from the metal. She laid on the ground taking deep breaths. She hated doing this sometimes. Then she made another run for it, red hair like a sail behind her. Suddenly a shot rang, louder than the ones before, and Mafia hit the floor with an 'oomph'. She groaned at the pain racing from her left shoulder down her arm. She pulled her hand back, covered in sticky red blood. "ugh..shot..again." Mafia sighed, and jumped back to her feet. And ran. Trying her best to get to a zeta tube in time before she became...

Gomen for grammar and spelling. This not beta's but it is a excerpt of my three-part (subject to change if needed) series Diagnose. It's be proven to be harder to write since I'm no longer in the YJ fandom, hence the madami Homestuck format it taken with it being written in 2nd person. magpabago will be sporadic and let me know what you think. Enjoy you basic bitches.

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"Po-pole," you wheezed against your fogging screen.

"Pole activated."

You lept back, carefully shifting your weight upon your palms with each flip back into the snow. Instantly the mga lobo follow upon suite, clawing against the soil...

Yeah, I wrote part of this at 2 AM. Sue me. :P

"Hit the deck!"

The 4 teens leap behind a fallen puno as the pader of the factory blew apart to smithereens. Rubble flies all over, but as the dust clears, the group dash into the newly created entrance and head for the nearest flight of stairs.

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Peering through the leaves of the bush, Richi could see a part of the factory's large amount of security patrolling around the perimeter. Watchtowers with spotlights circled around the darkness surrounding the factory, and the beeps of sentries echoed into the blonde's ears.

"What, is this...

She turned away from the clear glass, walking towards the door. She had known this would happen. She had to warn him against the nakaraan 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...

Name: Jackson Rider
Alias: J-Rider
Occupation: Shadow hunter
Powers: shadow manipulation, agility, fire, combat expert
History: Jackson grew up with Dylan in the orphanage. He was adopted before it was burned down, but his foster parents were abusive. He ran away and his fully developed powers acted upon his emotions. He accidentally started a apoy in a nearby town before he was found sa pamamagitan ng his long time friend. Dylan introduced him into the Shadow Corps, where he was mentored and trained. He has become an expert in destroying shadow realms, only beaten sa pamamagitan ng Dylan himself. Jackson and Dylan have an...

The escape plan didn't work out as planned.

As the gang began to make their exit, two gunshots rang out, and someone cried out in pain. "Scotch!" Valeriya exclaimed. She crumpled, and behind her, the thug that Aryess had left alive was standing with a pistol raised and a smirk on his face. "One down..." he muttered to himself. In an instant, where his head used to be was but a spray of blood. Throwing his sword on the ground, Richi knelt beside Scotch as she lay bleeding. The others ran over too, concerned for their injured teammate. "Two gunshot wounds," Richi noted, "one to the stomach, the...

*Giggles* R_L inspired me. :3






Mel ran around, her five-year-old self being her five-year-old self.
"Mel! Come back here!" Fang chased after her. She rolled into the cupboard, and closed the door. The toster and blender abnormally close.
"Melllllllll! Come out!" Fang sat on the counter, looking over the edge.
"Daddy is now sad." Fang said, sounding sad purposely. Mel frowned and patted the toaster.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Mr. Toaster." She whispered softly. She rolled out of the cupboard, onto the floor.
"Hello my darling!" Fang picked up Mel.
"Our darling." Devin came from behind Fang, halik Mel...

Backstage

((NOTE: This takes place in an Alternate Universe))



Sam looked at the puffy pants with disgust. He had been quick and happy to agree to do something silly for a kid's charity concert. If he had known that he would be doing the classic song "Can't Touch This" in the original music video's format, he would've suddenly become very ill. 

He adjusted the pants one madami time when he heard the door squeak open. He turned to see Becca walk through the door.

"Becca!" Sam hissed. "What are you doing here?!"

"Look, if you're doing something ridiculous, I'm gonna be here." The ebony replied.

"I thought...

My mind wanted this.. and I completely hate my mind right now.. But I wrote it anyways... So... *goes and hides in corner*
It's kinda... creepy/weird. Forgive me.

“I missed you.”
The halls were completely bare, the rug was clean to perfection, but the house had an eerie air to it. The lights didn’t work well and the doors seemed to whistle creepily. Shadows bounced off the slightly dirty windows. He walked slowly, his bloodshot hollow eyes darting to and fro among the halls, jumping at even the slightest of noises. His mouth would open to scream when a sudden shadow came out at him, but...

First songfic ever (published) sa pamamagitan ng yours truly!

This is the end
Hold your breath and count to ten

It would be much easier just to let go. To allow the bubbles of valuable oxygen escape her lips an float away to freedom.

Feel the earth ilipat and then
Hear my puso burst again

Her lungs screamed for madami air, any air, her body begged for madami heat, any heat. The energy had already seeped trough her clothes into the surrounding depths. All senses threatened to shut down and leave her Nawawala in the darkness alone and too exhausted to give a care.

For this is the end
I've drowned and dreamt this moment

The chain...