Must Be MadTitle: Must Be MadMust Be Mad3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Rating: Mild T (13+)
Summary: There are some things none of us understand. Things like falling in love with Sherlock Holmes.
Warnings: Slash. May trigger intense periods of crying over the cruelty of the BBC.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock. If I did, the series finale would certainly not have involved John Watson's heart breaking into a million tiny pieces.
Notes: This is kind of part of a series of fics (Must Be Mad, More Than I Am, Lovers of the Lost, and Of Course, Of Course.) They can be read as a series, or as stand-alone stories
Sickness InsideSickness Inside3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So hard to choose between the pleasure and the pain. You are the pain itself, so I choose pain... I need you even though you hurt me. If pain is you, I want to bleed forever. Hurt me, make me cry that makes me feel alive. Make me feel I'm nothing and all you'll hear me say is ''I love you,stay with me''. How can I run away from you? You're my vital sign, you're my everything. I never loved anything more than you. It's alright, torture me, punish me, break my will, I'm always here, waiting for your denial. Never say you love me, don't you ever dare liar! I know I love a lie, but I'll give myself to you. Take me, rape me, I want you to destroy me. Reap my soul, make me want you more. Make me beg for your denial... Tear out my heart, blame me for loving you. Hate me, I know I'll never be what you wanted me to be. It's alright, I'll never abandon you, I'll be right beside you until the end of time. I'm the one who'll die for your good, so keep on killing me inside, that's what I enjoy the
ReleaseRelease4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you see
when you look in my eyes?
Do you see a devil
Is there not a heart
beating in my chest?
Will your fear ever
be lain to rest?
Are there any
you can trust?
Or will fear
make us a disgust.
Will you hold me
to every wrong
or will you someday
see the right?
I am not a dog
who loves to fight -
I am a dog
who is no different,
I want love and compassion,
to provide you full
I envy those breeds
for which every man loves
I am left in shelters,
a happy dog, still,
and I am forgotten
your hate leaving me ill
in the minds of others
who look for a dog,
I am not the first they seek,
I am the distant monster
in the fog.
I am the one who will tear
the world apart.
I am the one
with the shrunken heart .
I am the one
who will leave you in pain.
I am the one
For it is I,
who through all my
will suffer and mourn,
who will be left behind,
who will be buried.
oh, but I
The Master And The ApprenticeThe Master And The Apprentice5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
They sit together.
I watch from afar.
I hate him.
I hate him.
Where is our loyalty?
I tried to do the right thing,
But I guess I was the pawn.
The Sith will rise
But not with me at his side.
I'm dead afterall...
But I'm not.
I will be avenged,
The master and the apprentice
One day they will be mine.
I hide my head.
I look so fierce.
So powerful with the force.
I will kill them both.
I repaired my lightsaber
Was saved by a friend,
Now I'm together,
The master and the apprentice oblivious,
I watch them with revenge pounding in my ears.
The OutsidersOne by one my friends fall downThe Outsiders10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Each more helpless than the one before
Johnny had never left town
Not until he evened the score,
And the soc went tumbling to the ground.
The fire was the end of him and those kids are the ones he fell for.
Dally was not the same,
He had been in and out of jail.
He had already lost his aim,
But then he turned away from the trail.
Lifted the magazine and down he came,
One bullet after the next, into him like nails.
I don't know when times got rough,
Somehow things just didn't go my way.
Their blue Mustang was looking really tuff,
But, Bob had no idea Johnny would take his life away.
The day the church went down was enough,
Because it was then I realized—"nothing gold can stay".
I've Got A NameI've Got A Name3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You call me a pit bull,
but I've got a name.
It may not be my first name,
it may not be my last, either,
but I do have a name.
I am not some nameless creature
for you to tag a beast -
I've got a name.
It may be Seth today,
and Vegas tomorrow,
I have a name.
I am not just "dog"
I am not just "pitty",
I've got a name.
and have feelings too.
If I am just "dog"
then what are you?
Can I call you "false hope"?
Can I call you "prison"?
Can I call you "not understanding"?
I am not just "a bully"
I am not just "a pit",
I've got a name.
Young Maul in LoveGenre: Comedy/RomanceYoung Maul in Love5 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Characters: Darth Sidious, Darth Maul, OC
Young Maul in Love
A Completely Impossible Romance
Senator Palpatines callous voice reverberated through the darkened room. Well, to the outside world, at least, he was good old model senator and model citizen Palpatine. Oh, that Palpatine, people would whisper excitedly as he passed them in the streets. Always so goll-durned concerned with the Good of the Galaxy and Other Quite Magnanimous Causes. What a guy. Someone should give him a medal. Someone should elect him Chancellor. Why, someone should let him overthrow the Republic and seize iron-fisted control of the entire galaxywell, he hadnt quite heard that one yet, it was a bit of wishful thinking on his part.
At any rate, at that moment, in that room, he wasnt Palpatine at all, not by a long shot. He was Darth Sidious. His two personas, he had learned long ago, could be easily exchanged merely by e
I Wanna Be Like YouI want to write just like you do,I Wanna Be Like You3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your words captivate and mystify.
I try to write words like that too,
But always find myself unsatisfied.
I wanna sing the same way as you,
I wanna sing just as beautifully as you do,
but I always give up long before I try.
"I envy you,
I really do,
I wanna be
JUST LIKE YOU."
The stories end before they're through,
the notes go sour, the melodies die.
I was so caught up in "I wanna be like you",
That I now find myself asking, "who am I?"
PercivalMy name is Percival. I was not told. Nor did I have the concept of what a name is for some days after my eyes were opened. My difference engine is a clever making. It clicks and whirrs inside me. On a pattern of fine gears and switches, I deduced this sound was my name. Because she spoke it on her lips.Percival3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She is not like me. She can move. Her movements are fluid as she walks or kneels beside me. She is not all metal. When her hands touch my cold surface, adjusting a gear or a bolt, winding my springs, the softness is a contradiction I find difficult to believe. Many times, my difference engine has put forth a program to solve this incongruity. But the equation contains too many variables. The heat generated by this intricate computation builds, threatening to overload my clockwork design. Thus I deduced I have limits. My existence is finite. My thoughts are inadequate, even to answer the questions I posit. To my limited experience, this seems unjust.
I am stationary. I cannot move my leg
100Q to Develop a Character100 Questions to Develop a Detailed Character100Q to Develop a Character5 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Ever have trouble deciding what side of an argument your character will take? Do you have trouble remembering small details about your character, and often change them accidentally in the middle of a story? Try this list of one hundred questions to solidify your knowledge of your character. Feel free to use this and post it as its own deviation. Just please link it to me in a comment if you do. Try to answer the questions in as much specific detail as possible. This is for you, so there is no use in cheating on it. I would suggest doing two for each character: one for the beginning of your story, and one for the end, to reflect the changes that happen.
1. What is your character's name? Do they have a nickname?
2. Is your character male or female? What is their sexuality? What role does it play in your story?
3. How old is your character? Does their age matter to them emotionally or socially?
4. How tall is your character? Does it affect the
Bonds: Chapter 1An ear-splitting scream echoed across the hallway. It was raw and intense, and sounded tortured. Savage Opress sprung back into consciousness, blinking away the blur that covered his eyes.Bonds: Chapter 12 years ago in Settings More Like This
Not again, he thought, jumping off his bed that was the size for someone at least half his size.
He sprinted down the hallway of the cargo ship, almost tripping over the exposed wires that littered the ground.
Far above, far above, we don’t know were we‘ll fall. Far above, far above, what once was great is rendered small.
That annoying rhyme had stuck inside his head for ages, ever since his once-insane brother at sung it. But each time he thought about it, the more it made sense. His brother, Darth Maul, had once been an apprentice to Lord of all the Sith. He was so high that he didn’t realise he could fall. But he had fallen, in half, down a shaft for thousands of metres.
Savage had often wondered how Maul had survived for all those years, alone, crazy and not to mention being jus
Loki X Reader : Chapter Two Loki X Reader : Chapter TwoLoki X Reader : Chapter Two2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
An Unfortunate Encounter
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"Hello, pathetic Midguardian."
He grinned, getting straight to his point,"You will give me a place to stay, you pitiful thing. Don't resist, or I shall force you to... cooperate."
Eyes narrowing, you almost immediately resist. "No." You say stubbornly.
"What?" He said, as if he's never heard the word before.
"I said no."
"You... you are so brave." He said, chuckling darkly as a dark blue rose to his skin,"It's a shame you used your bravery so... idiotically."
You watched in amazement as his skin got bluer and bluer. You stared into his eyes with your own. They were no
Loki X Reader : Chapter Three Loki X Reader : Chapter ThreeLoki X Reader : Chapter Three2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Strangest Awakening
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You felt as if your eyelids were made of lead as you slowly pried them open. You jumped with a start as your remembered what had happened the night before... Sitting up promptly, you gaze around the familiar blue walls of the room. Putting a foot on the lush white carpet, you stare at the bed you were sitting on; for it was your own. You were home? Just as you began to wonder if the events of last night were only a dream, you felt someone else under the soft green sheets of your bed. Trying not to panic, you slowly turn to see who, exactly, it was.
You could only see the top of the head, for the face of him was buried in your pillow. However, you still knew who it was: The man from last night. Your memories of
Lokixteenage!reader prologue Today is like any other day as you mindlessly wander around Stark Tower, wondering how to annoy Tony when he next visited. He was barley ever here. No one was ever really here or at least not on this floor. Natasha would come to visit from time to time. She was kinda like an older sister to you, but she was normally out on missions while you were stuck here. You were never allowed to go on missions.Lokixteenage!reader prologue2 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was only a few months after the New York incident and Tony had already finished rebuilding Stark tower. It probably would have gone faster if Pepper hadn't refused to do more the 12% of the work. As soon as rebuilding was finished Nick Fury stuck you in here. You weren't even sure why you were here. You weren't related to Tony, or any of the Avengers, or anyone at SHIELD. You were just an agent. Well kinda. You had been raised by SHIELD. You didn't know your parents and the closest the thing you had to a father was Fury. You had started training at a ver
Valentine's Day LokiXReader part 1It was a cold winter night. You and Loki were in your apartment sitting in your living room watching TV. You rolled your eyes and sighed in annoyance as yet another commercial cam on with something do with Valentine's Day. Loki cleared his throat.Valentine's Day LokiXReader part 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Miss _______ what exactly is this 'Valentine's Day' anyway?" Loki asked you. You sighed trying to figure out how to describe Valentine's Day.
"It's just a holiday centered around love. People go on dates and buy flowers and chocolates and stuff like that." you tell him in a quite unenthusiastic tone.
"Um ______ what is a 'date' exactly?" Loki asked confused. He was still trying to get used to all this midgaurdian stuff.
"Um...well it's when two people go out to eat or go watch a movie and such each other. Usually the two people are in love. Or to see if they love each other, something like that" you answer.
"Hmm" Loki thought about this whole "date thing" for a bit. He'd never been on one and started to wonder what it would be like to
It's Not A Dream, Is It? Part 2It's Not A Dream, Is It? Part 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tom finished signing another autograph and looked back to see if he could see her again. She was gone, but then he saw her leaving the crowd. She was beautiful, with soft chocolate eyes and mocha colored hair. He wasn't quite sure what came over him when he saw her. He wanted to meet her, but now he thought he might have embarrassed her. He wanted to see her again and apolagize, but he couldn't leave. He probably wouldn't ever see her again. He turned back and continued into the theater.
Abby collapsed onto her couch and breathed a sigh of relief. She managed to get back to her apartment before getting mobbed by angry fan girls. Her cat Mittens jumped into her lap. She stroked her head, "I've had quite a day." she said to her cat. She just looked at her and meowed.
"All right I'll feed you."
She got up and went into her small kitchen. Then slopped some cat food into a bowl and set it on the ground. She then went into the bathroom to change. Looking into the mirror she gasped. She r
It's Not A Dream, Is It? Part 4It's Not A Dream, Is It? Part 43 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tom could hardly believe it was her. He had watched her walk up on the stage, stunned with surprise. Despite his surprise he did recover enough to listen to her perform. She was good. She had Jane Eyre's qualities, quiet yet thoughtful, straight forward. She would get the role for sure and he would be able to meet her.
He sat through the rest of the performances, trying his best to pay attention, but he couldn't stop thinking about her. After all the auditions were done Professor Emberson turned to him, "I think that one girl did a very good job. Uh, Abby Collins I believe." He looked down at his list, "Yes, that's her name."
"Oh, yes. She was quite good." he said. "I think she would fulfill the role well."
"Yes, Yes, of course. But she still has to go through the call backs but she definitely has a chance." Emberson said.
"Excuse me sir?" Patrick said walking up to him, "We should get going."
"Right." he said standing. He turned toward Mr. Emberson and held out his hand, "Thank you."
Welcome Home, Sarah.His hand was at her waist as they spun around and around in a dance. It was warm and solid under his hand, fitting perfectly in his palm. Gone was the spun sugar gown of her crystal ballroom dream, replaced instead by a deep blue, curve-hugging gown. Standing as close as they were he caught a teasing peak of skin under the neckline of her dress when she leaned toward him. She noticed the direction of his gaze and he was thrilled to see her flash him a hint of a smirk to rival his most mischievous. That smile told him that she understood the game now, like she never would have before. Because the waist he held was the curve of a womans body, not a girls. She was taller now, he realized, though he could still tuck her head under his chin while standing. He wasnt sure of her exact age, but she was older, that much her body alone was telling him. A surge of joy filled him.Welcome Home, Sarah.5 years ago in Teen More Like This
All of a sudden her smile faded, a melancholy mockery of what it had just been. He had just o
Sketch of a RomanceThey first met at a school book fair. She was volunteering behind the counter. He was taking his little sister to pick out books. There was something adorable about the spark in his eyes when he bent down to talk to his sister and told her about all the exciting books. When he started a conversation with her and asked for her number of course she wrote it down for him.Sketch of a Romance3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They took walks together through the little park on Aspen Street and bought milkshakes at the ice cream store—chocolate for her, while he tried some new and strange mix of flavors. He convinced her to try a malt for the first time, and it was better than she thought it would be. They visited the county fair and he won her a huge stuffed teddy bear. She slept with it that night, and its crooked nose reminded her of his lopsided grin. Sometimes he would stride into English class and show her his sketch of a daisy that he had seen on the way to school. He said it reminded him of her. He would paint her sunsets and bir
Lokixteenage!reader part 1 Loki's POVLokixteenage!reader part 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
I watched as ________ tossed and turned in her sleep. She seemed restless and in pain. Something had been off with her all day. She gripped her teddy bear and moaned in her sleep. Her (h/l)(h/c) was tangled and sweat covered her forehead. She looked like she was in great pain.
I checked up on all the Avengers every once in awhile. Sometimes caused a little trouble for them. Thor was a fool for thinking that the prison could hold me. Had he forgotten the last time I was in a cell.
_______ moaned again pulling me out of my thoughts and back to the scene in front of me. ________ was tossing and turning, tangled in the sheets. I wished there was something I could do for her. Even though she was a mortal there was something different about her, something I couldn't quite place.
"L-loki, what the....." a voice said groggily. Damn! I must have
Nobody Likes Tests (Teacher!Tom)Tests. Not a single student of any school likes tests. If you are saying, "Well, I like tests." just stop. You're lying to yourself, and that's not good. Let's face it, tests are just a way to see how much we pay attention during class. But, sometimes even if you pay close enough attention to the material that is being talked about, you still might not know everything you need. Teachers are like that. They'll always throw in a few trick questions or a question that requires previous outside knowledge. This is especially true for the important tests; such as the mid-term final.Nobody Likes Tests (Teacher!Tom)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The class is Drama. We learn almost everything there is to know about acting. Most people in this class are veterns of it, having taken the class before and participated in the school plays, like my friends Jodi and Bailey. Then, you have me. Me, who was a newbie to this kind of thing and only took the class to get over my stage fright. All in all, it had worked. I'm not so nervous whenever I speak in front of a
Your Evil ShadowYour Evil Shadow3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Your face is that of evil.
A mind so lost and gone.
And somewhere in your subconscious,
Lies the one who you replaced.
Your evil shadow you never fought.
Not in his height of power.
Where he was the apprentice,
And you were just an innocent child.
But time moves on,
And deep in the force,
Lies his presence in anger and hate.
Glaring at you in your shadows.
Darth Maul's rage goes on.
The Avengers: Rushing For GratitudeBruce awoke with a start to the sound of an explosion that shook all of Stark Towers. He knew that the sound must have resonated throughout the entire building. Bruce prayed that they weren't under attack again. He jumped out of his bed, throwing the covers off of his legs, and opened the door to his room. He stood in front of his now open door, wearing only a pair of shorts.The Avengers: Rushing For Gratitude3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"JARVIS, what was that?" Bruce asked the robot in charge of the building.
"I believe it was Mr. Stark working on a project of his. Would you like to know what project?"
"No, not really."
"Very well, then. Anything else you need?"
"I wish you luck when trying to sleep again, sir."
Bruce smirked and said, "Thanks, JARVIS."
"Any time, sir."
Bruce walked back into his room, rubbing his tired eyes. He laid back down in his bed, but knew that it would be impossible for him to fall asleep again. Bruce looked at the clock in his room. He had to meet Tony in the 'experiment room', as the billionaire calle