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posted by Robin_Love
Just something I thought of. I think it’s not quite yet a Jahr 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 haube 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 bett and he sat, staring into a dark abyss.
“Has it already been a whole year?”
He nodded and his eyes turned into sorrow.
“One Jahr since she broke it off...”
The girl stayed quiet and let the Musik from her box fill the room.
“Are Du okay?”
He laughed bitterly.
“Of course not! She was the one and my damned luck worked out so I Lost her!”
“Don’t level your anger at me!”
He snapped his mouth shut and glared at the moon for mocking his wounded heart.
“I Liebe her...but she doesn’t want me.”
“Then maybe it’s time to get over her...”
He threw his head back with a viscous grin.
“Yes because there are so many out there who are waiting to Liebe a real beast, a true monster!”
She slapped him, the sound echoing across the quiet room. When she spoke, her voice shook.
“You are no monster, Terror!”
He stared at the girl before crumbling into her lap with silent sobs. He cried a long while, letting it all out. She soothed his hair, allowing him to cry as no other would. It was nearly dawn when he finally sat up and looked at her.
“Maybe you’re right, Cat. Maybe... maybe there is another....”
She didn’t miss the uncertainty in his voice.
“Don’t look too hard; she’ll find you.”
He nodded and stood, ruffling her bedhead.
“Thank Du my friend.”
posted by Robin_Love
 Terror
Terror
LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE
Full Name: Terror
Nickname: Ter
Reason oder meaning of name: Terror means fear
Eye Color: Piercing blue
Hair Style/Color: Platinum blonde
Height: 5’12
Clothing Style: Whatever’s comfortable
Best Physical Feature: I don’t know ( His eyes)

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE
Your Fears: That’d be telling
Your Guilty Pleasure: Sleep
Your Biggest Pet Peeve: People
Your Ambition for the Future: Living?

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS
Your First Thoughts Waking Up: I slept?
What Du Think About the Most: Nothing
What Du Think About Before Bed: Must be tired
You Think Your Best Quality Is: Nothing

LAYER FOUR:...
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added by Robin_Love
Source: Me
posted by XxKFforeverXx
I decided that I needed a break from the intensity of Uncertain Death.. so I wrote a bit of fluff <3 I'll have Mehr up after I write a bit Mehr chapters

Fang awoke to sound of a child crying, turning to meet eyes with his wife. "I just fed him and changed him.." She sighed and Fang nodded, slowly sitting up. "I got him, go back to sleep." He smiled and leaned down to KISS her head before sliding out of bed. He stepped onto the cold hardwood floor and pulled on his shirt, sighing out as he left the room. Within a few Sekunden Fang was in the newborns room, walking over to the krippe and grabbing...
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posted by Robin_Love
 Devin the Cherubim
Devin the Cherubim
Name:Devin Grayson
Alias: Arch Angel – Jäger der Finsternis
Powers: Flight/wings, “Divine power”
Occupation: Hero
Weakness/Limits: Demon chants/weapons, high demon authority
History: Devin is the unborn child of John and Mary Grayson. As such, she entered heaven as a cherubim, a small baby-like Angel – Jäger der Finsternis in training. As a cherubim, Devin was taken from her sanctuary while she was out delivering a “divine message” (don't judge me!). She was taken Von a very powerful demon named Teague. Unlike most demons, he had very strong magic that kept her hidden from those looking for her for several years. Due to their natures,...
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Source: artist
posted by Robin_Love
Just a little mini-series. This first part is based on the return. Read and you'll understand. ((Assuming he doesn't die)) Ignore her. Becca has no clue what she's talking about.


He knocked softly on her door, herz beating quickly. It had been a little over an Stunde since he and his partner had returned to the base. She hadn't come out during that time, and he really wanted to see her. But he had forced himself to politely answer Fragen and talk to those that greeted the two when they had returned. Now he had finally managed to slip away and anticipated her reaction. He knocked a little louder...
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posted by Robin_Love
She could feel it creeping up her ankle and legs. It was hardening, making it impossible for her to move. A laugh sounded as it went higher.
“Sorry Devin but things must be done. Du must be taken out of the picture.”
“What did I do, Amber?!”
“You betrayed me! Du left Sensai, Du stahl, stola BACK your Angel's light, and Du risked everything for one human! That betrayal will never be forgiven!”
“Amber...I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt Du but I had to save him! He was my brother!”
“You think apologizing will help?! No! It's time Du payed the price!”
“What do Du plan to do when...
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added by SilverWings13
Source: Psycho-Pass & artist who made this
added by Robin_Love
Okay don't be hating on me for this, I'm not trying to start a fight. I just think that we'd all be better off if we at least read these and thought about them, even if just for a second. I'm gonna say this right now: these are not cut-and-dry rules. Von no means am I forcing Du to follow them, and there will be exceptions. These are just suggestions, on how to make your OCs well liked and better off. So, with that being said, in no particular order, here are 15 suggestions for making good OCs.
1. Ask yourself if making a new OC is really necessary.. Don't contribute to the overcrowding unless...
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added by DiscordYJ
Source: me
added by BloodyMascara_
posted by SilverWings13
The blonde pulled off the silver helm off and smoothed down her pixie-cut before approaching the door. She paused with her hand raised the keypad to type in the code when she realized the entrance was open just a crack. Aryess slid the dagger from its sheath as she entered the base cautiously.
The assassin sensed nothing out of place. The same dim fluorescent lights flickered along the ceiling of the cavernous hallways, guiding her past the same closed doors; there was the same distinct scent of metal and wet cement in the air. It was exactly as she remembered it. Though she had been away...
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