Not so bad. (Silver x Reader)Key:Not so bad. (Silver x Reader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
_____ = Your name
(h/c) = your hair colour
(e/c) = your eye colour
Note that this is POKESPE!Silver and not the rival from pokemon HGSS or Gold and Silver.
_____ sighed tiredly as she walked over to a large tree and sat down, taking in the peaceful park air. Not a single cloud was seen across the horizon and the sun shone down on the park, which was conveniently a few minutes away from a small beach and restaurants built on the jetties, and the wind blew gently. The (h/c)-haired girl leaned against the trunk of the tree and crossed her arms, taking in what she could see of the park.
She was waiting for someone important to her; anyone could see that just by looking at how she could constantly gaze over at the exits of the grassy area.
However—despite the very reason she was here—her usually bubbly attitude had faded within the
Sherlock x Reader (2) Chapter 1- Client needed!The living room door bursted open and Sherlock charged in, stopping just inside the room and slamming the end of his harpoon down onto the ground.Sherlock x Reader (2) Chapter 1- Client needed!1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
As John returned from the kitchen, he stopped dead in his tracks. Sitting on the sofa, you looked up from your book and your eyes widened at the sight of Sherlock, who was completely covered with blood – far too much blood for it to be his own. He looks round to you, breathing heavily.
“Well, that was tedious.” Sherlock said catching his breath.
“You went on the Tube like that?!” John said shocked.
“None of the cabs would take me.” Sherlock said Irritated.
You laughed as Sherlock exited the room to his bedroom.
1 hour later…
After he was back in the room having cleaned himself up, he was still carrying the harpoon and paced rapidly between the door and the window, looking round repeatedly at you and John as you both sat on the sofa flicking through the newspapers.
Where'd the Monsters go.?We stopped checking under our bedsWhere'd the Monsters go.?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The monsters don’t live there anymore.
Figments of diseased imagination,
Or imagination, a doorway,
To stark, terrible reality.
Don’t close the door.
They warned us.
This switch is rigged.
On is off and off is on.
We turn on the lights,
By falling into blackness,
Stepping into darkness,
The monsters aren’t under our beds.
We turned our backs,
They’re in our heads,
They warned us.
WordsWords float on a thin lineWords2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some scurry through
My cloudy mind
Never to be caught only
Leaving their essence behind
Give me writings to where
People can sometimes find
What I mean
No matter what I do
I can never seem to convey
The emotion of my poem to
A person despite who they are
I even doubt you
Will get just what I mean
When I finish a poem I rue
Make the stupid poem
My own words
Are twisting and forming
Into a poem I didn't make
Sometimes I feel like crying
The frustration is so great
I keep writing
Otherwise I'll always
Be just scribbling
Sherlock/Reader REQUEST for SuperWhoLockedGirlOh, wait. That man is—shit.Sherlock/Reader REQUEST for SuperWhoLockedGirl1 year ago in Romance More Like This
That was your last thought as you dove to push Sherlock away. It would have been stupid to dive in front of him and get shot if you could have pushed him lessen your chances of being shot. The bullet shot from the building across from you grazed your arm and nothing more as both you and Sherlock fell. You quickly pushed him out of the shooter’s line of sight. The most damage both you and Sherlock would have is from the broken shards of glass that scattered when the bullet pierced the window.
“Sherlock, you alright?” You asked the detective who leaned against the wall.
“That was completely unnecessary, (y/n),” he replied, making you sigh.
“Yeah, you’re fine,” you muttered before cautiously looking out the corner of the destroyed window. The man had left, but there was no doubt he would try again. Without warning, you stood and brought Sherlock with you.
“How did you—“
Fresh MeatWinter's cold air nipped her budFresh Meat2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As she stalked his scent silently.
Closing in on the hunter's blood,
Her senses shuddered violently.
The heat from his fire rose up high
To melt the ice from the trees,
So that water fell from the sky
And forced the hunter to freeze.
Blackest paws fell upon whitest snow
With each nearing step she took.
Sharp spears soon would grow
From grey claws as they unhooked.
Today was to be his last day here
For the hunter must find fresh meat,
But then a low growl echoed in his ear
And he knew death he could not cheat.
How could he have killed her child?
Why couldn't she have died instead?
Fairness must return to the wild,
The will of the dead is bloodshed.
Slowly the hunter reached for his gun.
Red judgment stared from the dark.
Then black and white descended as one,
As a malicious vengeance did spark.
The hunter drew, but it was far too late.
She tore at his throat and found flesh.
At long last he became resigned to his fate
And she ate her fill while the meat
That Elated KissThat Elated Kiss2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Between us both, that kiss of God
From to and upon the souls within the very cores.
The fruit of this knowledge was not ill-gained,
As meant for mine eyes was the gotten teaching.
Ah yes, the inspired motivator amongst my tongue,
Pure, but deadly, as to protect what is owned
By the cavities that contain ours, the beating hearts.
This marathon to & through
which I gladly volunteer to run,
Has my limbs aflame, enthralled with elation,
Striking down to its knees, the very calamity that
once over took me. Bless you, from above,
as from my lips between us both, a kiss from your lover.
-Zacharie x Reader-Thief in The House-Part 1-There will be a lemon later on but not in part 2...-Zacharie x Reader-Thief in The House-Part 1-2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There was a man named Zacharie, the only man that wears a mask.Zacharie never showed anyone his face to anyone, not anymore.
There was a woman named (Y/N), the only woman that is a master thief.(Y/N) never got caught, until now.
One day, a woman named (Y/N) saw a large brick house and there were two dead trees next to it."I think this house will be a perfect place to rob" said (Y/N) smirking.The master thief saw that the window was open.(Y/N) went in rolled.The livingroom was dark and the only light there was the window (Y/N) went through."Man, it's so dark" (Y/N) groaned.
There he was, in his room.Zacharie never had a friend or a girlfriend.Zacharie heard footsteps, could he find a new friend to play with?~
Lost Cause - Sherlock x Reader - PrologueThe sudden ring of the doorbell disturbed the calm and roughly normal atmosphere at 221 B Baker Street.Lost Cause - Sherlock x Reader - Prologue1 year ago in Romance More Like This
John looked up at Sherlock in confusion and received a contemplating glance from the consulting detective as he plucked the strings on the violin.
"It was less than 9 seconds." He pointed out. "Seems urgent."
"I don't think it would be a client." John sighed, pushing himself out of his chair with a grunt.
"How do you know?"
He shrugged. "I don't know, clients normally ring it for less than a few seconds."
"If it was Mycroft he would waltzed right in here like the-"
"Enough Sherlock." John exited the apartment and jogged down the stairs. Mrs Hudson was slowly making her way to the door, an apron tied around her waist.
"It's alright Mrs Hudson I've got it."
The elderly woman jumped at his voice.
"Oh John you scared the life out of me. Is it a client?" She asked, wiping her flour covered hands on her apron.
John shook his head. "I'm not sure who it is. You just go back to your apartment
Life of the Entire GalaxyLife of the Entire Galaxy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
~a puzzle that needs to be solve that brings more confusion to the mind~
~a math problem that seeks answers that brings more questions in the end~
~a riddle with twist and turns that brings more pathways with infinite possibilities~
:Authors Critical Thinking Notes:
There are pieces that brings out a much bigger puzzle, it’s an infinite phase that brings the unpredictability of the galaxy’s Life cycle, a tiny bit of fraction can lead to another superior picture.
"you can never see what it seems to be"
Man is trying to answers the cycle of life of the entire galaxy
Guessing that it’s too much information for man to take in his brain
But with the help of technology, maybe they can
I’m not a scientist, I’m not philosopher yet
But wishing I am
Dreams are free
Thinking big made you lost the grasp of reality
Just don’t forget yourself
To step in your ground
Find your balance
someone new part 1someone new part 13 years ago in Profiles More Like This
My parents and I have been wanting to go to this new art museum that just opened last week and today was our chance. The whole car ride seemed endless even though it was only a few miles away. I saw out my window a huge white building with different signs on it that had to do with art and such. My father pulled up in the parking spot. As soon as we stopped I opened my door. I was old enough to get my own place and come alone but I love parents and couldn't go without them. I walked up with my parents by my side as we went to check in. We walked in through the doors to see big white walls and many photographs and statues. "Why don't you go look around while we check in Cora" my mother told me. I nodded and went up the stairs of the building. I saw many statues as walked down the hall but there was one that caught my eye. It was a huge red rose statue that looked like the petals were falling. A young man with violet hair and that face that could make y
Hetaoni Dairies: Part 1 ReaderXHetaliaHetaoni Dairies: Part 1 ReaderXHetalia3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"This is a book of misfortunes, twisted with blood of many deaths that play their silly game. Their sad simple lives wasted to this book of shame, death wreaks your empty hands filling of stranger's blood, yet many failed to save them from their long sweet horrid death. Their selective ways lost many lives, tricking each other with a jumping fright. Each death with a sweet pure happy memory, but you the reader dare turn the page and go though the horrors yourself, however you lose you never return home yet die there and then at that mansion, however win, you could choose to stay with these people, or return home, if you are lucky enough...Are you brave for this deathly sweet game of hell...ready to meet the devil in flesh, or will you never turn in fear of losing your life to such thing around such strangers. Choose, or regret your own life."
Having you pick up this book in the library and you laughed at what it says, "Yeah right, if that happen if I turn the page, pure
BladeThe sweet taste of painBlade2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lingering at the end of every nerve
Dripping blood like fresh drops of rain
This blade is the only master I serve.
Seven Minutes in Heaven - Pokemon (Start!)You were feeling rather excited. This year was the year you became a Pokedex holder for the Kalos region and so, this was the first time you could go to the annual Dexholder Ball (in capitals, because it was that official). You had met all of the dexholders briefly before - some you knew more intimately than others, but there was one girl you had known all your life, who was almost like a sister to you. Her name was White.Seven Minutes in Heaven - Pokemon (Start!)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Actually, you really wondered why it was called the Dexholder Ball, since most gymleaders and elites came too. Anyone who was significant in the Pokemon world was invited. The thoughts of meeting all your battling idols, all those cool, strong trainers, it definitely did pass the time during your journey. So much that you were almost startled when your Pidgeot landed carefully in front of the designated address, a large mansion in between Kanto and Johto.
An hour in and you had already noticed that this ball was much less fancy than it was made out to be. After the f
You own homestuck!Yup! You can either turn yourself homestuckish(Like troll or god tear or troll god tear.... you get the pitcher ^^), Be with your fav gal or guy homestuck character, or have your own family/children/baby! (Like a family with the person your fav character) But you need to put info in!You own homestuck!2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But you guys also gotta know certien pic will take time~ So please do not rush me. Send me a message or comment below. Ask any questions you might have.
What you look like:
What character or character's:
If your human or troll:
Any info you want me to put in the pitcher.
GuidanceGuidance.Guidance2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My father once told me that life is supposed to be a struggle
And that everyone has their own specific type of hustle.
Whether it be working in an office or stacking products on a shelf.
Naturally we all share the same aim of accumulating wealth.
He also told me that nothing is promised in this life time.
When you least expect it the man upstairs will throw you a life line.
Something or someone that will give you a reason to continue.
Awaken the hidden belief and talent that law dormant within you.
He then told me that happiness and success are short lived.
In time your name will both appear and disappear from life's shortlist.
At some point you will feel like the whole world is against you.
No matter what you do some people will just always resent you.
Accept their venomously kind words but never take them to heart.
The show must go on and no one else but you can play your part.
Lastly he said that you must find a balance between work and leisure
Because those priceless mome
I'm part of her 1I'm part of her 12 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm a part of her
my eyes are her
gone like her
the night she gave me
will be used to save me
I brought you here
there is no fear
I need green
you have green
you have my eyes
GIVE THEM BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Whatever You Like ~ Gilbert x Reader[AU Drabble]“Gilbert!” you called.Whatever You Like ~ Gilbert x Reader[AU Drabble]2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Yes, [Name]?” your fiancé, Gilbert responded.
“What color should we use for wedding invitations, blue and white or silver and green?” you questioned.
Gilbert sighed. You had been worrying about every possible thing as you prepared for the wedding. He walked in to the kitchen where you sat at a table filled with papers. You looked up and smiled when he sat down next to you.
“I don’t know… Whatever you like [Name].” He responded with a smile.
“B-but there’s so much to choose and I think you should at least pick something for our wedding!” you argued.
“[Name], I said it was fine.” Gilbert grasped your hand.
“No it’s not Gilbert! At least help me pick the flowers…” you pulled out some more papers as you mumbled. “Gil, would you prefer chocolate or vanilla for the cake?” you questioned.
“I told you [Name]
Off seven minutes in heaven? Reader x OFFOff seven minutes in heaven? Reader x OFF2 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was a nice day in the zones today. Though you were being dragged over to your friend’s house. “COME ON (Name)!” She smiled with glee as you groaned. “H-hey! I did not agree to this!” You yelped as she opened the door and dragged you in. Everyone from each zone was here… “Heheh! I brought (name) here now! Let’s get ready for the seven minutes in heaven!” She brought out a hat and the others put items in it but (friend name) was blocking your sight of seeing the items. After a while she turned around and smiled. “Hehe (Name) Time to choose!” “How about later?” You groaned but she frowned. “COME ON ALREADY CHOOSE!” You groaned and gave in and put your hand into the bag and felt a….
BBC Watson x Reader Chpt. 1- A KnockThere was a knock at the door of 221B Baker St.BBC Watson x Reader Chpt. 1- A Knock1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
While John waited to see if Sherlock would open it, the knock came again a little more insistent this time, “Sherlock?”
“No.” came the simple answer from where the consulting detective was on the couch, lying with his eyes closed.
John started to get up.
“No. Sit.” Sherlock commanded, not moving a muscle save his lips.
“What? But the-“
John rolled his eyes and sighed, relaxing back into his chair.
The knock came again.
Sherlock, very suddenly, stood and opened the door to reveal Mycroft momentarily before repeating, “No.” and then shutting the door in his face.
He turned to go back to the couch but stopped short as a softer knock followed by an equally soft voice rang through the apartment, “Sherlock?”
An expression of what, John thought, could have been shock and happiness crossed Sherlock’s face before he rapidly spun and threw the door
Love UndyingLove Undying3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Immortal is my devotion.
Unbreakable is our bond.
Driven is my emotion.
A love of which I am fond.
You are never alone,
As witness is your God,
to all that is and is not known,
from there with you and abroad.
Love undying is the compassion I hold,
as invincible as the forces of Heaven,
is this love so incredibly bold,
to my own, and beautiful leaven.
Never shall you know agony through me,
Though I am yet imperfect,
It is my intention to set you free,
and your heart shall never go unchecked.
Undying is the love held for you,
by my heart, my soul, my mind, my all,
As spirited goes the love ou two,
My being is that which you do entrall.
Last Night's Fake BloodLast Night's Fake Blood2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Shizuo brought a hand to his mouth to conceal an involuntary yawn. His employer Tom had asked if he received enough sleep last night, commenting that he appeared somnolent, but Shizuo brushed him off, muttering, “I’m fine,” before proceeding to open his mouth wide with another deep inhalation.
Silently following behind Tom, Shizuo observed the activity of the residents in Ikebukuro, noting that few people walked the streets alone anymore. It simply wasn’t safe to with regular kidnappings, infamous gangs, and occasional deaths. The reputation here was growing and not positively. He somehow had a feeling Izaya was behind most, if not all of it.
Shizuo halted in his footsteps as Tom stopped to speak with someone who had failed to pay their debt. He hadn’t caught the reason as to why, but knew it was either because of a lack of financial planning; due to an unforeseen eventuality such as the loss of a job or health problems, a dispute or disagreement of the de
Safe Bet - Sherlock x Reader - PrologueThree years.Safe Bet - Sherlock x Reader - Prologue1 year ago in Romance More Like This
He'd been gone for three years and it pained her so much. She couldn't deal with the constant reminders of his existence. Sometimes she would convince herself that he wasn't real, that he was all in her head.
But she couldn't find the confidence to change the apartment or get rid of his belongings. They stayed in the same place and were cleaned with the help of Mrs Hudson.
She went on dates but she didn't feel anything towards them. They made her laugh and smile but they didn't make her heart skip a beat the same way he did.
Their smiles weren't as crooked and their eyes didn't light up and nothing spontaneous ever happened and she grew bored.
Life had grown boring.
John had gone off on plenty of dates and had grown a moustache much to her disliking.
They hadn't spoken about him, they would never dare bring him up in a conversation to stop the pain in their chests. At odd moments they would sometimes say or do something that would remind them of him and they'd smile until
When Worlds Collide (Doctor Who/Avenger x Reader)When Worlds Collide (Doctor Who/Avenger x Reader)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You never thought one of your dreams would come true and you never thought it would take you face-to face with the man who was known as The God of Mischief.
It all started an hour ago, you are in ( whatever year of schooling you're in) in (state) and life seems great on the outside, on the inside you are a mess. You feel lonely and are starting to give up hope in a man, you only knew through British television. If you are thinking of the same man then we are on the same page, this man is a dream to many dreamers in the world. Though tonight, that dream of many others and your dreams kind of are coming true. It is hard to believe in the man called The Doctor, but you always try to keep that spark going with continuous re-runs of the show. To get back on track, you were just lying there in your bed, still in the clothes from the previous day. You had your phone lying on your chest, softly playing a tune by (your favorite band), while kicking the string back and forth on your (shoes). You