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YJ:Rise of the Scarlette Torch:part 14
"I'm coming after you I promise!" Roy assured the terrified red head, before she disappeared between the teleportation.
Gasping for air, Natasha shot right up from her bed, clutching her rose red sheet on the bed. The last two days Natasha has been having nightmares about the exercise that went wrong a few days ago. No one was faring well with the trauma, and Miss Martian was doing worse because she's technically responsible for it.
Hearing a small noise outside her door, she quickly threw fires at the door, which proved only to be a squeak within the flooring. Still trying t calm down, she put her right hand to her forehead, trying to block out the images of the exercise, only to find that there was sweat running along her face, combined with a tears threatening to escape her eyes. Refusing, she quickly shut them both, not allowing them to slip through.
YJ:Rise of the Scarlette Torch:part 13
"Tornado? did you-" Zatanna came on screen as the whole team watched several members of the league dissenegrate before their eyes.
"Yes. We saw. Celestial defenses have failed. Initiate all terrestrial measures."
"Affirmative. See you in the field." Zatanna responded, signing off.
"Red tornado, should we go out there?" natasha asked their den mother.
"I must join the League. We will protect the planet at all costs. But should we fail, the responsibility falls to you." He constructs the team, answering the red head.
"We stand ready." aqualad said.
Natasha then saw Robin put on the news after Red Tornado zeta-d out of the cave.
"Are they going to be able to take that t
YJ:Rise of the Scarlette Torch:part 12
"Pineapple juice?" Asks Captain Marvel
"Ahh. Just what the Doctor ordered." Wally replied, leaning back in his chair as he watched his teammates spar.
"Wally, you could at least like play soccer or something. Keep active. It's really bothering me to see someone so inactive," Natasha scolded her 'brother'.
"Do the words broken arm mean anything to you?" He asks, waving his arm in the air.
Her face looked hurt, which he registered immediately. He tried apologizing, but she waved him off to talk with M'gann. "Whatever"
"Good work, everyone" Black Canary commended the team. "In fact, it's been a very productive week."
"Yeah, for everyone except kid malingerer." Artemis pointed out.
"You could say that again" the fire hurdler muttered under her breath.
"Hey! Arm broken in combat against the Injustice League here." The speedster tried defending himself.
Chuckling, Black Canary told them, "I've really enjoyed being
What You Left Me WithYou tell me you love me
Day after day
The moment you reached for my hand
I put all the pieces together
And realized that
You were the one for me
I was terribly mistaken
You left me for one
Whose looks ensnared you
Like everyone else
I was standing there,
Left in the dust
Watching as my whole world
I would rather have
The pain of a bullet
To my broken soul
Then the pain that you
Left me with
YJ:Rise of the Scarlette Torch:part 11
"You know their a couple right?" Robin whispered to Aqualad after they had finished sparring.
"I believe I knew before they did" the atleantean said with a smile.
"Do we tell them?" Boy Wonder asked as the archer, speedster, and fire hurdler walked into the room.
"It is not our place"
"Hey guys, does Bats have a mission for us?" Natasha asked as they walked closer to the two boys.
"Unfortunately, no, but you wanna go a few rounds? No powers." Robin asked her.
"So if Zatarra's our babysitter of the week, why is he still here? And why is he eating my snacks?" Wally complained.
"Your not the only one who needs to eat wall-man!" Natasha mocked as she knocked Robin to the ground when Batman zeta-d into the cave.
"Computer, National News" the dark night commanded.
"The initial attack was short lived, but Metropolis was only granted a short repre. And despite the intervention of superman and the justice leag
YJ:Rise of the Scarlette Torch:Part 10
"Thanks, but no thanks" Wally spit out as Artemis's mentor handing them a bowl of food.
"Yea, what we want are answers about Red Tornado and his siblings." Robin told the archer, clenching his fists, demanding an explanation.
"Exactly!" Kid Flash supported. Green Arrow started to take the bowl away, but Wally rejected. "Leave the bowl."
"Really?" Natasha muttered to him, smiling.
"What? I have a fast metabolism!" He defended himself.
"During the Tapie mission with Red Arrow, Sportsmaster revealed the possibility of a mole within the team. And of lasts night attack, Tornado would appear to be the traitor. But whether he betrayed us willingly, or preprogrammed is still-" Aqualad told batman. But didn't get a chance to finish because Conner came hurdling at hi
My YJ OC Sparrow
Secret ID: Robbin Ivy Valdez
Affiliations: Joker, Harley Quinn, Bane
DOB: November 17, 1993
Nationality: Latino, Italian
Current residence: always moving w/brother but stays in Gotham
Eye color: dark brown
Hair color: jet black
Hair type: Straight with bangs
Skin color: Porcelain
Costume colors: Navy blue & black
Porcelain skin with black hair, and brown eyes. Has an S tattoo on her right upper arm. Tall, lean and is very strong. Has a scar above her collar bone from a knife before she got her powers and covers it with a 'v' black chocker.
Does whatever it takes to please her boss. Cares very deeply for her brother. Strong on the outside, but still sensitive to what her brother tells her. Cocky. Never runs from a fight unless her brother or ally is harmed.
"Come on brother, lets show them what pain real
YJ:Rise of the Scarlette Torch:part 9
"Great, this is like elementary school all over again," Natasha grunts, inspecting her tie. Looking over, she noticed Artemis was pulling at her skirt, it being too long.
The teens were back from their trip to California and they had to go back to school.
"Artemis? natasha? Hi! I'm Bette! Your new student leasions. Welcome to Gotham Academy" A blonde girl told them.
"Thanks. I'm Artemis, but you knew that" Artemis replied, but Natasha just nodded her head.
Then a short black haired boy came up to them and took a picture with them. "We'll laugh about this one day"
"Uh, who was that?" Artemis asked.
"A freshman. Ignore him." And the three girl walked off.
"Dick? What was that about?" said a small sweet voice with auburn hair.
"Nothing Barbara. Just being friendly to the new girls." Dick responded, looking at the photo and following her.
At the Cave
"Haha. Someone's jealous." Megan said as Spear bumped int
YJ:Rise of the Scarlette Torch:part 8
"Come on Natasha! You have nothing else better to do, and I don't think you want to spend all day here helping analyzing debris from yesterday's explosion now do you?" Artemis argued with Scorch.
"Fine! I'll spend the day with you guys." Natasha grumbled.
Smiling, Artemis said, "cool, I'll tell the guys!"
Sighing, Natasha grabbed clothes from her duffle bag. She changed into a red top that had orange straps on her neck with yellow designs at the bottom. She supported a black miniskirt with black Hightop converse. Knocking on the boys room, Wally opened the door and leaned to the side.
"That's hot! You hanging with us today?" Asked Wally, winking.
"You really wanna go down that road? After what happened yesterday? Really?" She challenged.
Lifting his hands in the air in defeat, he walked in the room, muttering "K hotstuff" Deserving him a flick of fire to his shirt, he tried to put out. Rolling her eyes, she turned her head to see Conner and Aqu
PanicThis might sound weird,
But does anyone else have that one song that comes on
And your entire body just
Like, it's a perfectly good song,
No frighting lyrics or anything
But still the very intro causes your stomach to tense
At first unable to identify the source of the problem
Then as you hear the drops of piano
That lay as calmly as dew on a spider web
And you realize it's happening again
Memories come back to haunt you
A flash back brought on by a simple series of sounds
Memories you don't want to relive flow through your mind like a river
Tearing your fingers off of the cliff of sanity you've been gripping on to for so long
Ripping you away into the unknowable and unforgivable darkness
You curl up
Knowing that whatever is happening isn't real
It isn't real
It isn't real
but it feels so real
Slowly you come back to yourself
Gathering up the broken pieces and fashioning them together with crazy glue
Stitching the fabric b
the design in the starsyou decided a long
time ago, a long time
before it affected your
sight to remember me -
before it throbbed
inside you when someone
uttered my three-syllable
name; oh Tangerine -
that only will you
fight when I widened
the perimeters of
your sore-sighted faults.
you didn't know yet, no-
you were only
suckling at the idea of
changing the world and
looking down at my crawling endeavors
to walk before my
patellas were ready.
I heard them scream
when I was seven, the skin
above them reddened with
the purple of a betrayed
sweet lover, does the color wheel
work backwards where I'm from? I was already
so cold, spinning like
the rebellion of an odd
tiny magnet in a terrorist
field. my darling,
do the Sufis miss my
sleepless, praying nights to you?
tell my stories still, even
after you disappeared? my love,
do they still wait
for death to follow me?
you were always gold; summer
skeletons lay still and dusted
in my closet for you. I did not
leave you in my being
a bubble of silence
no words, no
loud enough to erase
while I step on my own reflection
in the cold concrete.
a shadow of quiet
no flames, no
deep enough to hide
while I rest near the roots
of a dead willow tree.
diagnosed by the doctor who smelt of beer and stale sweat.
when you told your friends they shrugged and said
"everyone has it,"
and so when they spent the night and you lay awake
you assumed that their silent sleeping was simply caused by them being in a different house.
your sheets are stained with the nightmares you couldn't wake up from
after you took the pills the doctor gave you to sleep.
when you woke up in the morning and the thought of school sent you into panic attacks.
you are a better ghost than you are a human being,
noticed when you began tearing at the skin around your nails
and obsessively organising your books on the desk.
she says she thinks it is just your mind letting society in,
but i cannot breathe in shopping centres,
and i spend concerts planning escape routes in case someone were to have a gun.
rediagnosed by teachers as lazy,
and by lovers as too tired.
an umbrella term you are learning means wanting to step in front o
WallsIt started with me running
My feet hitting the ground with purpose in every step
My toes touching grass and my legs never tiring
I was moving
I was a child with no sense of direction but no cares to give about where I was going
I just wanted to go somewhere, and I wanted to tell people about what I was seeing
I was seeing sky, and friends, and school, and books
Life, and love, and laughter
I always dreamed big and never accepted any less than the best
But then dreams shifted into expectations
Next came standing
My feet were planted in place like the flowers I used to pluck the petals from
Counting off loves-me-not’s for every person I knew until the flowers became convincing
Loves-me-not, loves-me-not, loves-me-not
Until the petals piled up into a wall, my first
Loves-me-not, loves-me-not, loves-me-not
And I could no longer see the sun rise
Next came kneeling
Down on my knees, spitting out prayers from my lips and letting confessions drip from my eyes
Wishing that my love-me-not&
Self-CondemnTake breaths to set the baggage down,
The silence is a welcome sound,
You cannot hold their fears and frowns
And let them all be free.
No one can win if you are bound
Within their problems - spinning 'round,
Each situation just compounds
And makes you want to flee.
Perhaps it's best to empathise,
Send them love and realise
That they must open their own eyes
If they wish to live.
For taking on their pain and ties
Shall bring about your swift demise
And you're the only one who dies
With nothing left to give.
Do not gather - you must cease!
To cause yourself acute disease,
Just because you gave release,
From all that bothered them.
There's only one you need appease,
So grant yourself a new life's lease,
And find some comfort; moment's peace,
No longer self-condemn.
The Breaking Strainsinking into the inky abyss of subconscious,
a deep gravity of uncertainty amidst the obvious,
a shallow pit filled with the waters of regret,
mistakes and promises to block out the sun overhead,
a deep shadow of agony to fill the bottomless void,
punctuated by the shrill cacophony of a beating heart,
gasping for air as the whispers fill your lungs,
and rip forth from them the breath of a new day,
struggling in discontent between screams and panicked breaths,
a mocking joke of life to pull oneself from drowning
Lost in the ColdI fell in love one summer night.
The moon was shining
The stars were bright.
My mind was eager
His touch was soft.
Gone was meager
He said he loved me.
I said yes.
We strolled 'till morning
On a lovers quest.
Fully trusted I with him.
Soft eyes, sweet tongue, heaven sent.
I thought I found him,
My true love.
But alas, my affection was not enough.
I lost my love
One winter day.
Three false words
And one mistake.
Built For ItI'm wary of heights
and cheap rides
and the way pretty people talk
I've seen things lifted
and exalted and excited
and I've seen things fall
I was someone else's
and I was going away
and even though I was
up every night with you
I wasn't supposed to fall
I was yours
and I thought we were happy
but her name was whispers
and though they were in your ear
you weren't supposed to fall
We were each other's
and it had been years
and finally I was safe,
we weren't supposed to fall
So keep your heights
and dirty thrills
and pretty faces that will never love me,
I don't want to fall
but I'm made for it.
To This DayAnd if you can't see anything beautiful about yourself,
Get a better mirror
Look a little closer
Stare a little longer
Because there's something inside you that made you keep trying
Despite everyone who told you to quit
You built a cast around your broken heart and signed it yourself
You signed it
THEY WERE WRONG!
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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