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Okay, before anybody starts to think this is some weird idea, let me explain. For anyone who knows how to write (and I mean, REALLY knows how to write), you understand that a good story has everything written out on paper first.  You know, stuff like Outlines, Plot Triangles, Character Profiles.  This might be of a challenge to some of you and tie you down, but unless you are capable of keeping every piece of information in your mind, this is a good resource to fall back on.  If you do not need this, then fine—you aren’t required to use it.  According to Science Fiction Writers of America, do

    "Have you seen the new kid?"    "Yeah... he's kind of creepy-looking."    "Doesn't he carry around a stuffed bear?"    "What a freak..."    "His hair is strange. It's like, a vibrant purple..."    "Never mind that, have you seen his face?! Or those clothes he wears?"    You normally didn't pay attention to the groups of people whispering around you. They just liked to tell rumors and gossip. That's all high school was, anyway. This new student just happened to be their latest victim.    'Kanato' was his name. You'd only seen him about once, but you had to admit--he was a sight to behold. Not only did his appearance attract a

“Alright. Let’s try this again, real slow.” Levi pointed a slim finger at the equation in the book. “If x added to twelve makes thirty-four, what value is x?” “Uh…” you mumbled. “I… I don’t know.” “Ugh.” It had been like this for weeks now. Little over a month ago, your parents noticed your ever-slipping grades in school and decided to hire on a tutor to give you the extra education you clearly needed. It didn’t help a damn bit, however, when they decided to hire a fucking sex god for your teacher. Your grades just continued to get worse with him a

    AN: This is a sequel, so it might not make much sense unless you've read the first part. ^^'' (If you'd like to read it, the link is in the description)    "Whaaaaaaaaat?" practically yelled Sasha, causing you to cringe and look behind you at the group of male cadets all gathered on Marco's bunk on the other side of the room.    "Don't be so loud, Sasha!" You hissed. She, Mikasa, Christa, Ymir and you were huddled together on your top bunk. Annie lay on her bunk below yours, apparently sleeping.    "But you're going to the prom with corporal Levi! This is big, (f/n)!" Before you could open your mouth, Sasha twisted and yelled across

Eren Yeager You swallowed thickly as your eyes scanned the name on the small slip of paper. You dared not look up, for fear you would make eye contact with the brunette and betray who you chose. Moments of silence passed as you focused on trying to control the reddening blush on your face. You could feel the gaze of a dozen stares burn into your back. Summoning your courage, you let out a small sigh before speaking: "Eren." A murmur passed through the small crowd gathered around you. Eyes looked to Eren, who stood rigidly, a blush etched onto his face. "Whelp~!" Reiner declared, pulling you to your feet. You let out a small squeak at the

Beep. Beep. Beep. Opening the door a slender hand reaches into the microwaves pulling out a pink heart. Lifting up your shirt to tuck it beneath your chin, you pull the waistband of your sweats out sliding the heating pad down onto your abdomen.   “Sweet, sweet merciful god,” you groan out leaning against the counter. Unwrapping a Ghirardelli chocolate, you pop it into your mouth rolling the sweet across your tongue letting out a delighted moan. Resting your head onto your folded arms on the counter, you groan when a cramp hits you. Grunting you press down harder on the heated pad. Standing up you grab your Camelbak water bottle

You kept your head down as you walked down the hall of your high school, hearing everyone. They might not have been talking but you heard their voices; their thoughts. You were a mind reader. You didn't mind that though. You actually liked it but a lot of people found it weird or creepy if you told them. That's kind of why freaking people out with it was like one of your favorite pass times. You liked seeing their shocked expressions as you told them their thoughts but now mostly no one in your school talked to you. They didn't bully you though. If they did, they knew they'd leave there crying, knowing a good amount of things about themselves

As you walk up to the front step of the huge house your only thoughts were ones of stress. Today was your first day as being the Kirkland's maid/ governess. Once you were hired you soon found out that the Kirkland family was pretty broken. The parents are never around to raise their children because they work all the time and on top of all that there are all of the divorces and remarriages that this family has gone through. You true felt bad for this dis functional family. You ring the doorbell twice and wait at the door with your luggage. To your surprise you were greeted by what looks like a 7 year old boy. He had messy blonde hair, bushy

Eren and Jean were fighting...Again. Levi observed from a good distance without the two noticing he was watching them, a scowl on his face as he continued to watch the fight unfold, he had lost count of how many times he broke the two up from their fights and lost count of how many times he made them do stable duty as punishment, no matter what he did, they would continue their fighting, he didn't know why they would fight, sometimes it was over something so small and stupid. He ran his fingers through his raven locks and let out a frustrated sigh, his gaze went back to the scene with his fingers still in his fringe before removing them and

"I don't want that little shit back." You sighed and kept looking out the window, waving goodbye to your best friend and her son. "He's coming back. For a whole week." "I didn't sign up for that." "Well I did. His mother is my best friend and if she needs a favor I'll be damned if I don't help her." Logan groaned and walked to the couch, plopping down on it and holding his head in hands. As soon as the car was out of your sight you sat next to Logan and rubbed his back. "Come on babe, he's not hard to deal with. He's a very tame child." "He's an asshole." "He's eight. Not to mention a total sweetheart." Logan groaned, "To you! He's a

It was a typical Sunday night of you and the other Avengers sitting around in a large table talking to one another. Sunday was the day you all got together to hang out and just tell each other what you had been doing this past week. After all the information had been exchanged and everyone was caught up with each other's lives, that's when the fun started. Tony of course cracked lots of jokes as well as Clint and Thor stuffed his face while Steve was learning new slang with each sentence that left everyone's mouth. Natasha and Bruce had both loosened up but that was probably because of the beer they were drinking. You of course were playing a

“How could you, of all people, forget your lunch?” asked Lily. Lily, my best friend, looked at me incredulously. Her expression made her brown eyes look like they were going to pop out of her face. I was very passionate about lunch. “I don’t know, I was in a rush this morning!” I exclaimed. “In a rush, as in, you didn’t have enough breakfast so you had to make more?” she smirked. “Shut up,” I laughed. To be fair, it was pretty funny. My stomach growled in protest, and Lily and I burst into another fit of giggles. My stomach growled again and suddenly it wasn’t so funny any

First off, happy Halloween, everyone! Consider this little guide a gift back to all my watchers and fellow deviants as something for all of you to put to use. I will not be posting this guide anywhere outside of deviantART, so this is truly for the dA crowd. 1. Overview It's very true that men have different ways of expressing themselves than women. Sometimes, how you act in crossplay can completely make or break your performance. This is not only useful information for women who intend to cosplay as male characters, but for drag kings, crossdressers, female-to-male transpeople, and even male-to-females and men who wish to be able to portra

Levi/Rivaille Ackerman You should have been delighted to see the name on the small slip of paper, but you slowly felt a small dread begin to fill you. A heavy weight lay in your stomach, and you struggled to swallow. A dozen eyes looked at you expectantly, burning into your skin and setting your body aflame. "Well~~?" Hanji asked from the other side of the room. "C'mon, speak up!" You looked up, biting your lip in an effort to stifle a shy smile. "Levi" You spoke, voice loud and clear (if not a little shaky). All eyes directed themselves to the other side of the room, where the corporal sat, eyes narrowed. "Oi, four-eyes, I thought I wa

Opening your locker your face flushes as you see yet another gift sitting on top of your books. Pushing the gift towards the back of your locker, you grab your AP Chemistry, Calculus, and History books off the shelf shoving them into your bag. Closing your locker, you scream lifting a hand to your heart, “Have you come to a decision about my request?” A masculine voice questions, staring back at you with his heterochromia eyes he wears a slight smirk at having scared you.   Chewing the inside of your cheeks with irritation you tuck a loose strand of your hair behind your ear to prevent your hands from lashing out and choking Akash

I lived with my mother until I was eleven. She once told me that I was a planned child. Yet when I was twelve she told me she doesn't want me to live with her anymore because "she got her own life now". Now, if she would have been the jetsetting type, I might've understood. When you travel a lot a child can be a burden, limiting you in your personal fulfillment. But my mother spent her newly acquired own life on her butt on the couch, infront of the TV. Why do you want a child when you get rid of it after twelve years? I have my speculations about this. She separated from my father when I was five, first we went from one hotel to another, aft

".....And then I was like FIVE METERS OF AWESOMENESS!!" "What did she say, mon ami?" "She screamed and ran away..." You couldn't help but smile as you eavesdropped on two of your classmates's lie of a  conversation, as you "read" your book. Why a lie? Your happen to know that the loud-mouthed albino was with your best friend yesterday evening, cooking pancakes and waffles. You were smiling, but not only because of that little lie, but also because that last guy was actually right next to you, well, he was sitting on his desk, really. You forced yourself to turn your attention back to your story, but the thought of the gorgeous albino next

Maggie absolutely loved to sketch, to draw, to paint, and to basically make art! It’s her life’s passion and all that she thought about aside from the popular TV show of the year. It was something she couldn’t imagine living without. To the normal population, Maggie seemed like the kind of person who didn’t want to be bothered with. In public, she was always dressed in black. Black shirts, black pants, black shoes, and even down to the pitch-black accessories. To make the outfit match, Maggie went to the extreme of dying her long, naturally red hair, jet-black. She and her friends, whenever they were around, had comm

You walked down the empty street, a quiet street where the drunk, thugs and the criminals roamed, normally it would be dangerous for a lone woman walking on her own but you were used to this place, you grew up in this location and as you grew, you got the respect from criminals and any people who came across you, you were once a criminal, you were a bastard child resulted in a one night stand between a noble from wall Sina and your mother, once they found out your mother was pregnant with you, your father didn't want anything to do with you, since he was a well respected man and had a reputation to maintain. You were sent to the orphanage in

You raced down the alleyway, as fast as your little seven year old legs could take you, away from the older boys yelling mean things to you and laughing about it as you ran. They had their pet pitbulls with them on leashes, helping track you down and adding to their noise. Your leg muscles burned but you couldn't stop. If they caught you, they wouldn't let you go so you just ran. "(name)! (name)! Get back here ya little bitch! Come on! We just wanna play with you! The dogs do too! They're growling with excitement!" Your eyes stung from the threat of more tears but you shook your head. You pushed trash cans down to try and slow them but nothi

 There's an old man sitting on a bench in the park. A scruffy dog by his feet, on his lips a witty remark. Not a tooth in his mouth, but he smiles anyway. And if you ask him why, this is what he will say: “I have a song in my head, and a smile on my face. I have lived a full life of both sorrow and grace. I have love so plenty, and stories to share. And I live my life without a worry or care.” His wrinkles are a map of a long, lasting life. Of hard work, three sons, and a now deceased wife. His hearing may be bad, and his vision turning grey. But if you ask him, this is what he will say: “I have seen my share of wonders