May I Have This Dance? [Tom Hiddleston X Reader]May I Have This Dance? [Tom Hiddleston X Reader]6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tonight was the night. The night of the annual DWTS after season celebration. Is was a celebration of victory for the ones who were skilled enough to win the coveted mirror ball trophy and also a chance for everyone to come together as one big group and have a great time before you all had to go back to your separate lives.
You were one of the professional dancers who was just this year employed to be on the ever popular ABC television show, Dancing With The Stars. You had over 15 years of dance experience and you were lucky enough to be picked by the producers of the show to be the replacement for one of the other dancers who could not compete due to a medical injury that said she could not dance. This was your chance. Your turn to show your dancing expertise to the world. You secretly hoped that the producers would see your talent and make you part of the permanent cast of dancers. This was your first ever season and boy... what a season it was.
You remembered it all perfectly. From
NomenclatureJohn collected Sherlock’s post on the way up to 221B. Three letters: addressed to ‘Shurlock Holmes’, ‘Shylock Homes’ and, most impressively of all, ‘Charlotte Hyams’.Nomenclature6 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sherlock was lying on the couch thinking, so John left the mail on the coffee table.
“Why ‘Sherlock’?” he asked as he settled down into his armchair.
Sherlock didn’t reply.
“I’ve never come across anyone else with Sherlock as a given name. Did your mother see you for the first time and just think ‘that baby looks like a Sherlock’?”
“My full name is an anagram.”
“Really?” asked John, but Sherlock had returned to his thoughts.
It had been a frustrating three hours.
“The best I can do is: He’ll shock mores,” said John.
“You know, ‘mores’, as in ‘conventions of society’.”
“Thank you, John,
Sock IndexSherlock owned 24 pairs of socks. Currently he was in possession of 15.Sock Index8 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Where do they go?” Sherlock fumed.
“It’s baffling,” said John, not looking up from his laptop. “Pity we don’t have a detective in the building.”
“I’m going to go and look down the back of the chest of drawers,” said Sherlock.
“Sounds fun,” said John absently.
By the time Sherlock came back, John had got his own laundry out of the dryer and was pairing his socks. Sherlock watched idly: argyle, navy. Black. Oh dear God.
“Those are my socks!”
John examined the pair he was holding. “Oh, yeah. They must have got mixed in with mine.”
Sherlock stalked forwards to the pile of socks and John backed up warily. Sherlock’s expression suggested he’d just caught John in bed with his mother.
“These are mine too. And these.” Sherlock glared. “You’ve worn them.” He hurled the
The FallI understand the fall to villainy:The Fall8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When self respect is so grand yet so absent;
When there is nothing left to risk
In the new, unreachable and vile sense.
Valuing everything above dignity,
Deigning to dance among the gutter's dead,
Is what it will take to right my heart
Now that it's burdened with what should be shed.
I cannot find the heart to be the hero,
Floundering in a world of lies as I am.
Though to me it seems as though he does it too,
Shutting his eyes from the bright truth of his hand.
He would fall with me.
He can't help but do as I do to correct what I've wrought,
Senseless and backhanded as heroes are.
But these are common traits, the likes of which my mind has bought.
Aren't we both then villains? Aren't we both then heroes?
We oppose and fight and rival until there's nothing left.
But we strive off one another.
He is mine as I am his; we share fate and are bereft
With my fall to villainy, I have gained all lost heart.
My yang fills the void in me
Born Of A FlameIt all started...Born Of A Flame9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
With a spark.
One that ignited
The first flame.
Whose red-hot light
Who witnessed its creation.
And with it,
Heat and cold emerged.
Light became separated
From everlasting dark.
Life arose from within,
The first in existance
Took up the rolls of
Leading the future waves
Of new-born beings
Across a world
Of stone, fire, and steel.
One after they other,
They forged onward.
Dirt smeared across their faces,
Cracks in their skin running deep.
Together they worked,
As brothers and sisters,
The land around them.
This is what they did.
Those who were spawned
Out of the first flame
Bore the continuation
Of the place they called home.
Expanded their intellect,
Advanced their sciences.
To house their offspring,
Keeping them protected
While they themselves
Go out t
Idle no More"Idle no More"Idle no More11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Loki inspired poem written from Loki's point of view.
Stars once bright dim as they die
Spirits of the unworthy floating forevermore
Ageless time passes by; unyielding
Gone forever the deductions of kin
What hath placed this burden upon my breast?
Desire and displace?
Shall I forever be left behind?
Unable to keep my place in your eyes?
Hate and anger is all that is left of me
So you may think, but you don't know me
My tears are true and beautiful
A reflection upon a tattered soul
Do you forget that my love is strong?
But it is weak...weak as a maiden who weeps for naught
Do not pretend to know me...to see me
I know who it is, who it has always been
I am breaking, slowly within
What is left is damnation and fault
You hath sowed the seeds of love inside infertile soil
Now, I will take my place
Prove myself to those worthy of me
And you will eventually all see...
I will never bow
In Honor of the Non-pocalypseRoses are redIn Honor of the Non-pocalypse1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Violets are blue
Heres my plan
For December two-two.
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Ill go around screaming,
The Doctor saved us!!!
Hops to beer
Grapes to wine
Dont worry about tomorrow,
Well all be just fine.
Apple has iPhone
Verizon has Droid
For those of us
Who are still paranoid:
Good night, good night
Parting is such sweet sorrow
But were not really parting
Nothing will happen tomorrow
Lets keep our hearts open
And hold our heads high
The Vatican and NASA agree
That we all wont die
So, Happy Doomsday to all,
And to all a good night
We're glad this whole thing
Is a bucket of shite
LokixReader pt. twoSeveral minutes passed in silence, the two of you staring directly into eachothers eyes, his filled with something you couldn't put your finger on. He knew what your eyes where saying.LokixReader pt. two1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The thoughts racing through your mind seemed to entertain the man, which was starting to piss you off.
'I probably have seen this man around school. Oh, God, he porbably heard me shout!" You thought, standing as he did and averting your eyes from his. "Excuse me, Sir, I came here to be alone. I'll be on my way now."
"Your skin..." the man touched your left red cheek gently, feeling the new warmth of your embarresment flair up from his touch as you quickly take a step back and smiirked at your flushed face.
"Wh-what about my skin?" ytou snapped, clasping your sketchbook tightly to your chest and tripping backwards over a bush. You curse at yourself, sitting up from the snow and glancing around for your tossed sketcbhook. You were always tripping over something, bushes, chairs, your
Old Records“I’m telling you, Sam,” Dean sighed, sifting aimlessly through a pile of old papers with the barrel of his shotgun. “It’s not here.”Old Records7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
After almost two hours of searching their father’s old storage bunker, Dean was starting to grow restless; he had been more than a little skeptical to begin with, but after scouring every inch of the filing cabinets, the desks, and the rows upon rows of shelves, he was quickly beginning to lose interest in the hunt. John’s lock-up was little more than a junkyard, chock-full of dusty books and rusting antiques, and Dean was willing to bet that their mysterious artifact wasn’t to be found.
“Just, give it some time, Dean,” came Sam’s impatient reply, his head bent and eyes scanning the pages of a leather-bound book that he had found. “We haven’t driven all the way here to give up.”
“Yeah, like you drove,” the older brother retorted with a scowl, casting his
My MindLate at night,My Mind9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
My mind is set free.
It suddenly starts a killing spree,
At first I can't feel a thing,
But a little sting,
But suddenly the pain on the inside is combined with the outside.
The one I confide,
In is not here nor do they care.
It's as if they were never even there,
In the first place.
My fingers scratch at my face,
I want to tear it off.
Small and quiet soft,
Cries leave my body as I bleed,
Within minutes I am drowning in an ocean of red,
And suddenly I am dead.
Sorry“I’m sorry” are two words I find my frightened self saying.Sorry8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
More than once actually.
I have a tendency to repeat myself when I’m jumpy.
Or when I’m busy bawling my eyes out.
“I’m sorry” are two words that often I say for no reason.
Even when an apology isn't needed.
I have a tendency to repeat myself when I’m jumpy.
Or when I’m having an anxiety attack.
“I’m sorry” I find the girls like me often say.
When they can’t seem to find the right words.
Or do some trivial mistake.
“I’m sorry” is something we all seem to say.
More than once actually.
We have a tendency to repeat ourselves when we are jumpy.
Or are having an anxiety attack, from some trivial mistake.
Poor EyesBeautiful eyes that know nothing but lies,Poor Eyes10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the feeling to die a bit inside every day.
She knows it has to be this way,
But she still fights.
Look me in the eyes,
And say you would have the courage to do the same.
None of this came,
To her in one day,
It all had to build up over years and years and years.
Every few weeks a new fear would develop.
Perhaps of a person or an action.
She drew herself away from all things loving,
Shoving herself towards the even darker side of life.
This just made her fight even harder,
And made her see the worst in everything,
Now she's giving up.
She's lost the courage she's been forced to keep,
She weeps in pain but also in happiness,
For she knows it will all end soon,
And everything will become a memory.
AftermathI handed my heart to youAftermath7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
in terrible self-complacency
holding my last breath
between pale fingers
weaving this moment
after little death
while your scent lingers
like dead birds
lie on the tombs
JacketI want a girl I could give my jacket toJacket8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
It would be big on her
but she wouldn't care
aslong as it was mine
It'll keep her warm when I'm not around
It'll smell like me
She'll sniff it happily
while thinking of me
Wishing that I was right there beside her
She's the only one in this whole world
I'll give my jacket to
The only girl to make me act like a fool
I'll never hesitate to say "I love you"
It would warm me right up when she says "I Love you too"
So I dont think I'll need my jacket anytime soon
Sherlock John and Sock PuppetsS: Hello JohnSherlock John and Sock Puppets3 years ago in Settings More Like This
J: Hello Sherlock. How are you?
S: I'm fine, how are you?
J: Well thanks for asking Sherlock, I can't believe you did! My day at the doctor's office was slow and dull.
J: I know right?
S: Want to go solve some crime now?
J: I'd love too!
"Um, John, what are you doing?"
"What? Oh, nothing "
"No you're not, you've got socks on your hands What are you doing?
"Alright I admit it Sherlock I was playing with sock puppets! Get off my case alright!!!"
John storms out of the room towards his bedroom embarrassed/annoyed/angry, and Sherlock is left stunned. Sherlock sits down and picks up one the socks that John left there on the couch and examines it. It's got yarn hair and buttons for eyeballs this is clearly supposed to be him. He picks up the other sock. This one has yellow yarn for hair and a little jumper.
Internal laugh Hah!
Without really knowing quite what he's
Intruder [Loki x Reader (pt36)]"So," you said, toying with the rubbery edge of the calla-lily as you hopped off the bottom rung of the ladder. "You're avoiding an answer."Intruder [Loki x Reader (pt36)]1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What? Oh." He rubbed the back of his neck, looking at you and then the entrance to the tunnel. "Yes. That. Um...I was going to tell you but you were a bit distracted..."
"Hang on, I'll tell you." He took your wrist and led you into the tunnel, you trying ever so diligently to be patient. It was a bit difficult to crouch through the small tunnel with all of these calla-lilies in your hand, but you shoved aside the irritation and started to nag.
"Some time today, Loki." The tunnel opened up and he turned and glared.
"Patience, woman! I was going to tell you right now."
There was a stretch of silence with him standing awkwardly, not meeting your eyes.
"He's not dead," he said with a strained voice through clenched teeth, toying with his black hair nervously.
You blinked. "Wait, what? You mean you didn't...kill him?"
Goodbye [Loki x Reader (pt43)]The world was numbed and silent as you all converged under the panel. Thor came running up from where his post had been, by the wolf's cage and hidden from you. It wasn't right to see him so mournful; as a person, he was far too full of sunshine, and it was wrong to see him crying into Steve's shoulder.Goodbye [Loki x Reader (pt43)]1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
It had been a cruel death, you decided, watching the world in slow motion as Loki cradled her limp corpse in his arms.
She had just had the hope torn out of her and then she...died. Just like that. You knelt down with Loki and very gingerly touched her pale, freckled face, chest twisting the most at how heartbroken she looked.
"Oh, Lynda," came Loki's broken, weak voice. He bowed his head to her neck, breaths sharp and desperate. You looked Lynda all over, memories of your time with her pouring into your brain. You had shared so little time together but suddenly it was all very precious to you, and it hurt.
You couldn't look at her, so you looked beyond, biting your lip. Iron Man was st
Uncharted Waters Part 1Uncharted Waters Part 18 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Captain Thomas McBride stood on the forecastle of his ship, The Falcon. The moonless sky and the black water made the English town of Gloucester gleam in the darkness from his vantage point at sea. He inhaled deeply, slowly. He was no fool. For a pirate to sail into the heart of England was more than dangerous. The slightest wrong move could send him and his entire crew to the hangman’s noose before dawn.
Thomas shook his head slowly. He would have to take the risk. His brother’s life depended on his success this night.
“Brandon!” he called to his quartermaster. “Ease her in. I’ll take Joshua and Blake with me when we make port. Be ready to set sail upon our return.”
Brandon nodded and began gently turning the ship’s wheel. “Do you know what it is you’re searching for, captain?” he asked.
Thomas unfolded a piece of old parchment paper and handed it to Brandon. “This is what we are here for.”
Brandon took hold
Poets And Artists.I am self-destructive.Poets And Artists.1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are the affected.
I’m a thought that’s still in motion.
You’re an idea perfected.
I’m a sacrifice without you.
But with your life, I’m injected.
I’m a thousand puzzle pieces.
You’re the way to connect it.
Broken Sleep, Red LipstickI am only an insomniac when it rains. The pitter patter of the raindrops reminds me of the pitter patter of cat paws.Broken Sleep, Red Lipstick3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
(He liked to sleep at my feet when I could barely think, just to make me feel better. I think you used to tell him to.)
I wish I could wrap your memories around my spine and wear them as a backbone, because they are stronger than the arch my broken spined back seems to have developed of late.
(Spines are oddly brittle, and a lot like wrists. Easy to break and forever to heal.)
But I cannot depend of any of that anymore. So I wear red lipstick and high heels and go to parties and tell strangers how amazing they are to be wearing red lipstick and high heels and how different they must be to come to this party instead of the other one.
(All because you would hate parties and think nightlife is so stupid.)
It is what I do with my insomnia. Because my spineless back, the memories of you incessantly looped in my sleeplessly addled brain and the raindrops
Canada X Reader Music BoxCanada X Reader.Canada X Reader Music Box2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You were in the hospital because you were sick. But not that sick, the doctor told you that you could leave in about three days.
You sat alone in the room you were in, being bored while looking out the window, your parents left after awhile. Leaving your food that you like, you hated the food they gave.
You sighed. 'I'm soooo bored!!!' you thought. After looking around the room you heard the door open, you looked.
A boy, in a wheel chair. He had an IV in his arm, and a nurse was pushing him, "Can you get on the bed?" she asked the boy, he nodded back at the nurse.
He slowly got up and grabbed a bar off the bed, pulling him self onto the bed, he smiled at the nurse. "Seems like your doing well, Matthew. I'll be back to check up on you later." The nurse left you and Matthew alone.
He looked at you, and smiled again, "Hi." You looked back at him, "Hello." You greeted. "I guess we'll be sharing this room, eh? I hope you don't mind, oh! I'm Matthew." He pulled an
He is Worth Dying ForHe is Worth Dying For2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He is Worth Dying For
Day after day
Port after port,
"When are you coming home?"
Working on and on, until days end
It really gets old
I just want to see him.
"I don't know."
Letter after Letter
Gift after gift
We get through it all
"Pack extra tomatoes."
We held hands
Do you know what you have lost,
Until you have truly lost it?
He doesn't know it yet.
I protect him day and night.
He suspects nothing.
That word is stuck in my head.
I don't know why.
I leave. He cries.
Vocaloid Character sheetThis character sheet is for the most popular Vocaloid. The English Vocaloid will not be in this character sheet, because they are not as popular.Vocaloid Character sheet2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Hair color: Teal/Aqua
Eye color: Teal/Aqua
Birthday: December 27
Hair color: Blond
Eye color: Blue
Birthday: December 27
Hair color: Blond
Eye color: Blue
Birthday: February 17
Hair color: Blue
Eye color: Blue
Birthday: November 5
Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Red
Birthday: July 31
Hair color: Purple
Eye color: Purple
Birthday: January 30
Hair color: Pink
Birthday: November 1
Hair color: Blond
Eye color: Yellow
Birthday: November 21
Hair color: Gray
Eye color: Ruby
Hair color: Hot Pink
Eye color: Hot Pink
Birthday: June 25
Hair color: Green