Dark Secrets Table1% Homunculus. You were not born but grown in an alchemist’s lab and lovingly raised as her child. Your features are slightly irregular or distorted, giving you an odd look and -2 to Charisma. You also absorb magic and subtract -1 per die from all magical damage, but you can never cast arcane spells and must make a Fortune save on 3D6 to use any magic item. Failure means you absorb 2D4 charges (exploding), ruin one-use items, and make permanent ones inert for the same duration in rounds.Dark Secrets Table8 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
2% Berserker! If angered or fighting you must make a Wisdom save on 3D6 or go berserk for 4 rounds plus your Constitution modifier, resting for double that. Add 3 to Strength and Constitution and double movement, but -4 to Intelligence. You cannot do anything that requires reason, and keep fighting any enemies in sight until you make a Wisdom save on 3D6.
3-4% You betrayed a baron to his enemies for money and then framed a knight for his own lord’s death. The knight was hung while you escap
TantalogSTITCH TRANSLATIONS!Tantalog4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Tanglog === English
(=?= means probably)
ah-chooga moopa ===everyone out!
aka boocha ===let me out
Aka-choota ===gotta go
akootah ===gotta go
aka tiki baba ===there it is / its here/ its there (etc)
booji-boo ===loved one
bliznak ==oop (also used as the "S" word)
Carabba snabba ===uh oh
Chabata =?= Come and catch me!
detaka==die / begone
Dinko te fabba=== you are fat
el ki-yo-tay=== good idea
emba-chuta ===you said it
feeboogo ===bring it on
gaba ika tasoopa? ===What's the big deal?
Goobaja ===let's go
Heegata no Fee-Bee===dont give up/you can do it(motivational)
ika-patooki ===but head/ stupid head
isa ===is/am/are (to be)
itume=?="to leave" or "to escape"
Jinjibah=?=this one(selecting somthing)
Kanjijibe. Ziz-ziz=== the act of messing with
NeologismThere is a moment, tired and quiet,Neologism4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that lingers in the inside of a person
drawing symbols on the inner walls
in fingerpaints and blunted charcoal.
People ask for things, in passion
in passing fancy, in desperate need...
people ask, and they ask, and ask
loud and bleating sacrificial lambs.
Why must it be for passing joy, floating
through the air like prancing butterflies
from marigold to globemallow and lilac -
fleeting things no sooner saw then gone
There are symbols I've been reading
symbols that tell a story of things
more than marigolds and nectar -
symbols to connect impossibilities.
It is a quiet jargon of signs, of angles
all very sad and abundantly peaceful
that somehow caused a reckoning
and set me at odds with reality.
It is all so very beautiful, and angry
the way a newborn enters the world
the way some seem to leave it
full of empty and so very meaningful.
Longfellow saw, he called them a bird,
a tide's rise and fall, a simple moment
that reached out quietly from the ages
Riot on the battlefieldRiot on the battlefield4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
What happens when not kissing you seems deeply wrong?
What happens when my will to do it turns too strong?
Do I just lock away my lips and let them crave?
Just tell me what to do, don't take the secret to the grave.
You`re merciless, your silence kills me slowly everyday
How could I shut my soul, how could I throw the pain away?
You can't just mend two weeks of absence with a kiss
I`m not of stone, my heart's a proof, it's you I miss.
She bounces in this chest of mine like she's done drugs
She`ll ask for hundred kisses then for a thousand hugs
Slowing her beat she`ll melt hearing your voice:
Tune of my life. The rest is just sheer noise.
I need you not and yet I want you here
There is no "us" and yet I want you near.
A shot of high you are, directly in my veins
After three weeks of rehab, the need of you remains.
Family Forever Chapter Four - That One Bit MoreFamily Forever Chapter Four - That One Bit More3 years ago in Settings More Like This
"It all started here." Ed explained; the ruins of our old house in front of us. "There was the main room, our room, the kitchen, the basement, the memories; it sure does bring me back." Ed let out a small laugh, walking across where every room roughly was.
"I'm surprised there's still some ashes left and that they all haven't been blow away." I chuckled, scratching the back of my head; glass shattering from underneath Ed's left foot as he tread forward a step. Brother straight away peered down at the floor where the noise had come from. He crouched down and digged in the pile of rubble, he was standing on and pulled out a dusty cracked, wooden photo frame, which had a photo still in it. He shook the ashes out the cracked photo frame before lifting it up to show me.
"Al remember this photo? I'm surprised it's still in good condition." He said, facing it towards me. I stepped closer to him and glanced at the photo. It was a photo of us as young boys with mother, mum held
A ConfessionI am gay.A Confession3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am a girl who likes girls.
You have no idea what that took,
How my hands shook
Over my laptop keys.
Don’t hate me.
Will I lose friends?
Well that depends,
On what kind of people
Not my fault.
Or is it?
I just don’t know
I’ve been with boys
And I’ve got with girls,
And it’s feminine fingers
That I prefer
My blonde curls.
I know, I know
This poem sucks
But this isn’t about
It’s about me
In the only way
I know how
What I am.
I am a lesbian.
letters out the window 2Dear stranger . . .letters out the window 27 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A man with a torch thats you comes into my house and says, I'm here, I ought to burn your house down . . .
But will you let me collect my hospitalities, and present them to you, all lined up in a row? There are so many! First, I ought to offer you a drink . . . then I ought to ask you to sit . . . then I ought to ask about the wife and kids . . .
But you say, its best if I dont stay long I ought to just torch your house and be on my way I dont want the mind to demand other things from me . . .
Start here, I say, gesturing towards the bedroom. It seems most flammable . . .
And a woman with eyes thats you, also comes inside. I heard someone was about to burn this house down, you say. I nod. I ought to be in love, soon. Id like to just stand in this house a while. I ou
- Photographic ParadoX -- Photographic ParadoX -3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This tool of distortion
used to corrupt the
perceptions of reality
The world as I see
through clear lens
has messed my senses.
My obsession with capturing
unsought beauty has seized me
though, frustrated with
An image captured
for my collection of silly
things for me to ponder upon
Behind the camera
I feel safe, never
want to be the subject
of its eye.
20 Reasons Why I Hate Twilight1) It's poorly written. Stephen King can back me up on SMeyer being a horrible writer.20 Reasons Why I Hate Twilight4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
2) Those are not vampires, they're sparkly fags. And by fag, I don't mean gay, I mean fag.
3) Edward is a 107 year old virgin. Can you say pathetic?
4) Bella has no redeeming qualities; she's a very weak main character. Physically she isn't strong. She can't run away right even; she trips too much. She's not smart, either, she's almost brain dead (come on, how long did it take her to figure out Edward was a vampire again?). She's not very pretty. She's not nice; she treats her friends horribly, and wants nothing to do with normal boys who aren't monsters. Somehow, everyone loves her, despite all this, which only makes her even more dislikable.
5) There is no plot. Or, if there is, it was so small I missed it.
6) Edward is abusive and a stalker.
7) Bella has absolutely no opposition to Edward stalking her. (In Buffy the Vampire slayer, Buffy tells Angel that girls don't like being stalked. She actuall
Never Give Up on HopeNever Give Up on Hope3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I met my best friend Elijah in 7th grade. I remember how Elijah used to be before the incident. He was such an outgoing, sweet, and funny person. We had so much in common that we became best friends instantly. I always felt so happy when I was around him. I couldn't really explain why. He would always find a way to cheer me up when I was down. However, after the day of the incident, he was never the same.
You see, Elijah had a mother and father that he loved dearly. I hoped that his family wouldn't separate- like my family. But sadly, fate had a different plan. On September 26, 2010, his parents died in a horrible accident. I remember him saying that he had got into a fight with his parents on his to soccer practice. Two hours later, he received a phone call saying that his parents had died. They were on their way to pick him up from practice and they were hit by a train while they were crossing the railroad track. The crossing sign wasn't working for some reason and it didn't come dow
CY: One Angel for million of MightsCY: One Angel for million of Mights3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Proposed Singer: Bruno Mars
Singing style: Hard voice like in Mirror ft. Lil Wayne.
>Bruno Mars sings:
I was thrown!
I was blown!
In the dark night....
That place wasn't right....
In the dark night!
From the right side!
Here comes the light!
Making me bright!
From the west side! Making me light!
And everyone is crying......
From the west side.....
To be right!
To be bright!
So here's the light!
In the right!
Making us bright!
In this dark night!
>Lil Wayne raps:
From might to the light!
Making all of 'em quiet!
To be the right!
'coz I'm an Angel for million of mights!
-J-There is no blossom as J.'s smiles;-J-7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Starting in the silent kiss of our night
When the Moon is high and i the simple knight
And nothing but the leaves outside, to play the miles....
By the morning of her hands are blessed my kisses
And so dies, by the shape of her neck, peices by peices
Like little diamonds the breathing of a thousand souvenir
As she calls me back from her, and then, pulls me near...
Surely, i won't hold that love for longer than a breathing
Or keep that cold feeling, embrassing my sliding, fading soul
i' ll just stand for that selfish smile, when she has to warmly fall
Alone, someplace full of graces and pleasure she won't let me in....
A moment upon the Moon itself can't shine, for only does the Extasy
That blows out of her eyes, keeping at the door that lonely heart of mine
Alone, she will smile again, and that always kills me to see her easy
when being her only source of joy, i just remain, here, as a toy...on the line.