Detective!Levi x Detective!Reader: One of a kindA lifeless corpse was strewn in the middle of a room in a abonded warehouse, no murder weapon, no traces of a second person. Suicide? That's what everybody seemed to think but when five other corpses had been found all of which had died from ingesting the same drug, you would think that the police would treat this as murder? No. Wrong, they still saw it as suicide.Detective!Levi x Detective!Reader: One of a kind5 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was a case like this that made lead detective, Levi Ackerman pull his hair out. He knew that these weren't just suicides, but the only issue was that he couldn't find the evidence to support his theory which annoyed him to no end. His chief superintendent, Erwin Smith knew of one person that could help solve this case a person known as;
Levi was highly skeptical that she could do anything they had top detectives on this case an none could find the proof that it was murder and not suicides. Levi was stood looking at the body that laid on the floor - the body was of a middle aged woman, Sarah Turner. He was d
stardustI sometimes wonder what stars arestardust2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
500 grams of light
2 tablespoons of awe
gas, pressure, heat
suitable amounts of very, very far away-
varying masses of human flesh & bone
sift dry ingredients into the mould
mix all together until there is no
partition between person & persona
bake in the oven until hollow
serve while hot to small dreams
Clint x Reader |Valentine's Day Special|Clint x Reader |Valentine's Day Special|1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Clint Barton was never the type of man to allow people to break through his impressive sangfroid. He was always calm, cool and collected, no matter what was happening.
But for some reason, today, he just couldn’t seem to stay chill or relaxed in the slightest. It was the most peculiar thing to him, and he hated it because of all the days to lose his cool, it had to be today? He sighed, sticking his hand in his pocket and fiddled with the small black box residing in it.
“Hey, Clint! What did you need me in here for?” (Name)’s voice caught his attention, and he spun around to face her in the doorway of the training room. A smile split onto his face nervously as she approached, her eyebrow quirking up with confusion and amusement.
“Oh, I just, uh, I needed you to come because it’s time we worked on your archery skills, don’t you think?” He replied, taking her hand in his when she was close enough. (Name) grinned, squeezing his hand as he tur
Written In The Stars (StevexReader) One-ShotWritten In The Stars (StevexReader) One-Shot1 year ago in Romance More Like This
It was a lovely Saturday night that you were spending with your super soldier underneath the stars. You had asked Steve if it was okay for the two of you to go lie out in the grass in your backyard to look at the stars and he had agreed. Tonight was supposed to be a night where you could see shooting stars. At least, that’s what the TV said.
Steve had prepared everything and as always, did more than what was necessary. That was one of the qualities you liked about him. He was always striving to do his best. He could make the simplest things take your breath away. That’s just what he did with this little picnic he had created. There was a red and white checkered blanket spread across the grass with a small picnic basket and a little candle to light everything up. He had even brought a small radio to play some music while you guys talked with one another.
You and Steve had been dating for about two years now and you couldn’t be any happier. He was always there to pick y
Tinkerbell Doesn't Get Drunk (ClintxReader) OSHalloween parties were always the best. You could dress up as a whore for the day and no one could judge you about since it was Halloween. That and you could always blackmail them with pictures of the last Halloween party they went to. Over the years you had dressed up as various different characters. You were classy and went as Marilyn Monroe, you wanted to be fun so you went as Jessica Rabbit, you wanted to appeal to a certain fanbase so you went as Harley Quinn, and this year you were feeling you were feeling nostalgic so you decided to dress up as Tinkerbell.Tinkerbell Doesn't Get Drunk (ClintxReader) OS1 year ago in Romance More Like This
You were the classic green dress with your hair up in a bun and the silver/clear wings on your back looked very real. Your shoes were simple green flats and your makeup took you less than ten minutes to do. All in all, you didn't spend much money on this costume. Still you looked absolutely adorable in your costume. You were putting on some earrings when there was a knock on your door.
"Come in~" You called.
If You're Scared of the Dark... "You're cute, Princess. I'm only holding back for your sake," Veon said with a smirk.If You're Scared of the Dark...3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Holding back what?" she asked innocently, not catching what he could have possibly meant.
"Your innocence almost kills me."
Then her eyes widened in understanding. "Quit flirting with me! You don't even know who I am!"
"Hey, I know your name and you know mine. It must be a sign that we're supposed to get to know each other."
Karina just brushed it off; she'd grown used to statements like this comming from him by now. It was almost expected of him.
That simple fact, though she was used to it, was a contributing factor as to why she would always make the long trek back to the hideout at night instead of simply falling asleep where she sat. She knew Veon wouldn't have minded, but that was just it.
AC - New OrderAC - New Order4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Alta´r lifted his gaze from the papers and searched the shadows. A dark silhouette was coming from the corridor.
Malik nodded, quickening his pace.
"Thanks for your help, brother. What's the situation out there?"
"It is an hour past dawn already, Alta´r," the Dai answered, hastening to the Master's desk. "Everything is arranged properly – Rafik just brought together the villagers, with all the men we have left. They are all waiting outside the Fortress."
He nodded absently, still sorting through the brownish parchment under his fingers. Suddenly, not for the first time that morning, his attention was captured by the thin leather cover of a small book.
It was Al Mualim's diary. That small book, the key to many truths of the Brotherhood, had been found in his clothes before the burial. Secrets, information and names had been recorded through the decades, for the new Masters to read, in the old man's minute handwriting.
Alta´r let out a frustrated sigh.
"I still wonder how
STALKERYou cannot run from your past...STALKER7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
No strangled whisper,
No repentant plea of yours can escape these eyes.
For I have always been watching...
You believe yourself to be righteous,
But your actions have consequences!
You will not leave this place tonight,
Not while your heart remains beating.
And when you are worn from your escape;
When you are forced by exhaustion,
To shut those fevered eyes.
In your moment of weakness, I will arrive...
Justice will be served tonight,
Whilst the shadows dance with expectant glee!
You may forget what you have done,
But you will never be innocent...
Valuable than nobles' bloodValuable than nobles' blood1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
How do we look:
a very normal humans.. With so beautiful attractive eyes that reflects the color of the gems that runs in each ones veins
the Clan Gems: diamond, sapphire, ruby, emerald, pearl, bloodstone, black opal, onyx, agate, cta's-eye,kuanzit,
amethyst, star-sapphire, morganite, tourmaline, turquoise, jade, lapis, garnet, moonstone, rose quartz, chrysolite,topaz, beryl, aquamarine,
Something else about us:
we are aware of the dangerous matter of losing our blood accidentally.. So we only wear cloths that was made of certain substances..
It looked very ordinary clothes just like any other.. But when ever we get cut or hit the blood influences it to become like rubber that stick to our skin n stop the bleed.
the writer of these lines is me (Squall)
NICKNAME: nobles' enemy
Blood gem: Emerald
EYES: emerald green
FAMILY AND FRIENDS:
FATHER: Scardo (blue sapphire)
MOTHER: Ruby(red ruby)
FRIENDS: citrine (citrine), lunar (moo
I'll Get You Through ThisHere's a glass of water;I'll Get You Through This9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Another pill made just for me.
I'll drink it with my sorrows
And I'll swallow back my plea.
You don't even need to hear me,
I'll be writing it on the wall:
The hope you never gave me,
Is the hope that stands me tall!
And I will walk through this world,
Don't ask me if it's cold.
There is warmth for you to find here;
My hand's for you to hold.
So take it and I promise,
This night won't be your last.
If you stay with me, I swear,
We'll walk beyond the past.
- Chennie, 26th May 2014
The Purpose-Driven Plot Pt. 1The Purpose-Driven Plot Pt. 14 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Part I - The Big Four: Exploring Plot Types
Before we start, it will be prudent to know what kind of plot you seek for your project. There are four main types that we will explore here:
- The character-driven plot.
- The event- or situation-driven plot.
- The world-driven plot.
- The concept- or theme-driven plot.
The character-driven plot is employed in stories that are propelled forward by the learning, changing character or characters. Harry Potter is an example of character-driven plot. I have one friend who is absolutely certain that this is the future of literature, because of the way we view and understand the human psyche.
The event-driven plot takes as its focus the events or chains of events that affect characters and the world in which the story is set. Choose-your-own adventure books are event-driven. Another example is Catch-22 by Joseph Heller, in which the absurd situations that arise out of the setting are the main focus of the novel and the charact
The Parable of the Two ArtisansOnce upon a time there was a travelling merchant. He was an esteemed gentleman who enjoyed many quality things. He knew what he wanted and he knew what they were worth. Today he was searching for ornate ceramic pots, ones that were aesthetically pleasurable as well as structurally sound. He came to a village which, despite its small size, held two artisans. He ordered a pot from each of them. Whoever had come closer to his vision would obtain his permanent service. He would judge their pots in three days.The Parable of the Two Artisans2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The two artisans had different ways of making their craft. The first artisan had studied for many years, honing his craft. Each of his pots were sturdy and proved their function, yet they weren't much to look at. The second artisan came about his own techniques. He chanced designs and structures that the first artisan dared to try. Some of his pots crumbled under their own weight, but others became the envy of the town. The two artisans didn't like each other, or each other's work. Th
Stop Shipping Us! (ClintxReader) One-Shot"Whoa whose that new girl?" Tony asked when he saw you walk past the SHIELD meeting room.Stop Shipping Us! (ClintxReader) One-Shot1 year ago in Humor More Like This
"That's (f/n) (l/n)," Steve said. "She's a new agent in SHIELD."
"Well she's hot," Tony smirked.
"Tony," Clint growled. "Lay off."
"Oh I see," Tony smugly grinned. "You have dibs on her. I understand."
"W-What?" Clint blushed furiously.
Thor shook his head with a chuckle. "It is quiet alright brother Barton, you have done the 'dibs' thus making her yours."
"Why do I hang out with you guys again?" Clint sighed.
"Cause we're all you got," Bruce shrugged.
You sat down at the lunch table with Natasha sitting across from you. She arched her eyebrow at you, a playful smile on her lips. You picked at your salad, unaware of how she was looking at you. It was only till you looked up that you realized. You gave her a confused look, wondering what was on your mind. You had become friends with the red head in a short period of time but there were still somethings you didn't know about
Andrew GarfieldIt's cold and dull and my whole world is covered with the grey watercolour wash of November as I dodge cloudy puddles on the sidewalk, cursing my choice of soft canvas sneakers and the bus driver's refusal to stop directly outside the school building. I shove cold hands into the pockets of my jacket and then scowl to myself and the rest of the world as the action causes my earphones to fall from my neck and onto the pavement, instantly becoming flecked with dirt. I stoop to pick them up, carelessly tied curls falling in front of my eyes as I lean down, but before my fingers can reach the thin white lines on the pavement another hand beats me to it. I straighten up fast and the owner of the hand does too, but too fast for our comparative heights and I feel a weight lifting from my jacket as my ipod spirals out of my pocket and into the air, my breath catches embarrassingly in my throat as I watch it. The tall body lunges forwards, catching the device in the same long fingers that are hoAndrew Garfield4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
100 Theme Challenge100 Theme Challenge on GrimmUlqui100 Theme Challenge5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
20. GET OUT
28. Cotton candy
29. Do not disturb
40. I. Can't.
46. SHUT UP
70. You better not post this on Youtube
74. Teacher/Teach me
77. In your arms
78. Do you remember?
Game of Life English Lyrics (JubyPhonic P)My first life was so boring, just forget I mentioned itGame of Life English Lyrics (JubyPhonic P)2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And my second seemed to let me do all of the things my first life didn't
Third life was a hateful man all poison to the bone
In my fourth, I played piano but just didn't have the eyes to read the notes
In my fifth life, I supported girls- of course, that wasn't all
My sixth life was corrupted though I guess it was a little fun
Seventh life I cried so much and all I did was mourn
In my eigth life, was so rich I could've bought the world and everything
In this life is a game played by a flaky God
He gambles every life
Try to escape
but you know the path you're on is game and set
See how the game of life is playing all of us for fools
Dancing a string around us, making all these silly rules
See how he looks down on us like we're acting out a show
Throw the dice and let's see which head will roll...
By nine, I drew some manga but the deadlines left me dead
My tenth life was a teacher, as a pedo*****;I worked part time
Next life, what,
Go To Sleep (StevexReader) One-ShotGo To Sleep (StevexReader) One-Shot11 months ago in Humor More Like This
Steve was sprawled out across the bed, remote control in hand as he clicked through channels. You were in the bathroom, removing your makeup and getting ready for bed. After washing your face, you strolled out of the bathroom and sat down next to Steve. He looked up at you and gave you the same smile that always made you blush.
“Ready for bed?” he asked. “We have a big mission tomorrow so we need our rest.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know.”
You and Steve almost always teamed up together on missions. Sometimes you couldn’t because your set of skills were needed for a different mission or because yours weren’t needed for the one that Steve was assigned to do. Even after being married to him for over three years, you still worried when he went off on a mission without you. Yes he was a super soldier but you knew what kind of torture men like Steve went through if they were captured by the enemy. You had been through it yourself and on one occasion, did
Valuable than nobles' bloodValuable than nobles' blood1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Valuable than nobles' blood "
by zainab almusawi on Monday, 09 November 2009 at 19:29
The Name is (squall Scardo).. i'm a son of a rare blood strain Clan.. called (Adamas Clan) as adamas in the ancient books means (diamond).. !
the Clan was named after the first leader (Adamas the king of gems)..!
Our tragedy started right after his death and continued
through the centuries we lived it hunted by the treasure hunters who work for the nobles and the royal family..
in the pursuit of our
unique blood..! The blood that turns into glittering gem stones once it comes out of our bodies..!
Each one of us has a different type of blood.
. A different kind of gem, the thing that made us a precious treasures To the royal dogs..!
We suffered a lot, lived in small groups and faced
extinction so many times..! until the year the heir-ship of the royal throne went to Queen
(Bathilda).. And she planed to stop all that..
She asked for a truce between our clan and the royals.. and The truce terms w
No Woman's Land - Steve x ReaderNo Woman's Land - Steve x Reader11 months ago in Romance More Like This
“Come on _____! You can do it!”
“I can't! Pepper please stop!” You complained.
“____ bend more! You gotta bend it! Bend it!”
“But Pepper-“ you whined.
“No. Do it now!” she ordered.
“Yes Ms. Drill Sargent” you grumbled.
“What did you say?” You could practically see horns grow from her red head.
She “Hmpfed” and fixed her ponytail.
Taking this as a sign to collapse, you feel down on the mat. “Ugh! Those 100 squats are a buzzkill!”
She grinned, “If you want a fit body you gotta work for it”
“That’s as bad as the saying, ‘No pain, no gain’” You groaned.
You put a hand to you face. Was it just you or did the lights become spinning circles?
Pepper looked around until her eyes settled on the men, “You know for a private gym there seems to be an excessive amount of cute guys here&
What isWhat is a poetWhat is3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
If not a writer of dreams
Of words filed to the seams
With emotional screams
What is a writer
If not a poet of thought
With pages filled to the top
Their words cleverly pop
What is an audience
If not a child
Ready to smile
At your adventurous mile
What is an Author
Without the poet, the writer and the audience
He is nothing
But a hollow thing
With a fancy name
To My SisterYou dress like a Disney Princess,To My Sister11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And play with pretty dolls;
Your laughter warms our hearts,
Your smile lifts our souls.
You stumble when you walk,
And you can’t say my name;
You dance to invisible music,
Everyone says we’re the same.
You have curly blonde hair,
And big brown eyes;
A smiling flower of a face,
And chubby baby thighs.
You will grow to be big,
And you will change;
You’ll learn the world’s scary,
As much as it is strange.
If I could give you one tip,
And know that you’d follow it,
It’d be: be who you are,
Live like there’s no tomorrow.
Don’t strive for beauty,
Don’t live for lies;
Find beauty in living and
Keep putting beauty into
Other people’s lives.