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1. Do you live up to your zodiac sign?
*Goes to read about it*
2. If something is wrong and no one does anything about it, would you take responsibility, or go with the flow and ignore it until someone else did?
Depends on the problem, most likely ignore if it was my fault, probably try to do something about it if it's not. (Ironic, huh xD) I just don't like to admit my mistakes I guess.
3. Do you live in the past, present or future? Describe why this is
Past and the future... Kinda... I ofte
Join.me chat 6-13-13 part 1Join.me chat 6-13-13 part 12 years ago in Comedy More Like This
(Kagekao Shimeji appears)
GingaAkamall: little Kage
(Little Kage walks towards corner of desktop)
Viewer 20all: Looks like he's heading for the other corner of the desktop.
Viewer 20all: What will he do now?
(Kage stops, sits down)
Viewer 40all: He just denied you.
Viewer 20all: Damn you Kage....DAMN YOU.
Viewer 20all: My vengeance.
Viewer 20all: Upon Kage-sama.
Viewer 20all: HAH!
Viewer 20all: He did it.
Viewer 40all: I suddenly desire sushi...dammit.
Viewer 20all: Take that Viewer 40.
Viewer 40all: SO I AM 40
(Ginga picks up Kage and throws him away)
Viewer 40all: I'm sorry, but, you throwing Kage just made me laugh so hard
GingaAkamall: fly Kage fly
Viewer 20all: Let's play catch with Kage.
Viewer 20all: Oh god you're abusive...
Viewer 40all: He was just having a good little time climbing, then you're like "NO!" XD
GingaAkamall: play that game like with the balloons
How I Became the Victim (part 3a)*************************************How I Became the Victim (part 3a)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Later that night, I sat on the edge of the sidewalk as far away from the street light as I could and waited, rather impatiently, for Karen... who seemed to be taking a lot longer than expected to show up.
I noted, with some annoyance, that the weather might have possibly had a hand in keeping her. It was raining.
"Estúpida lluvia!" I muttered angrily under my breath. Why did it have to rain tonight?
Just when I was about to give up and head back to the junkyard, I noticed someone coming.
I stood and faced the direction from which the figure was approaching. It was, indeed, Karen, and I was glad to see her. It seemed a bit strange, after a year of hiding and hating people, avoiding human contact at all costs (even the cost of peoples' lives), to actually be glad to see another person. At the same time, I felt uneasy. I looked at her face as she approached. There was no emotion there.
"Hello Jeff," she said flatly.
"Hi Karen," I said
How I Became the Victim (part 1)Six months ago I met my first fangirl. It was a strange thing, really, to find that someone could be so completely in love with me when everyone else was afraid and repulsed by my mutilated face.How I Became the Victim (part 1)3 years ago in Humor More Like This
When I climbed through that girl's window that night, knife in hand, ready to strike when I found her stirring awake and whispered my favourite phrase into her ear, willing her to either go to sleep or wake up and scream, expecting the ear-splitting shriek of terror I was completely unprepared for what was about to happen.
As usual, I found my victim stirring slightly in her bed, ready to wake at any moment. I gripped the handle of my knife tightly and chuckled at the thought of her precious blood spattering all over me, relishing the idea of its warm sweetness seeping into my clothes and hair, staining my skin. Oh, I would cherish this kill. I grinned wider than normal as I leaned in toward her, noticing with in
How I Became the Victim (part 2)It was Monday when I had that first horrible encounter with Sabrina and Thursday when I struck up an unusual treaty with a mysterious girl named Karen...How I Became the Victim (part 2)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
On Friday, I decided I needed to pretty much lay low and try to stay as far out of trouble's reach as I could be. I was extremely hungry, but since I didn't have any money and because my face frightened people too much, I couldn't just walk into a restaurant and order food, so I had taken to stealing it whenever it was needed. However, without my knife I was defenseless, and thievery became dangerous for me. Besides the danger factor, if I were to show my face and stir up any trouble now, then the police in this town would be aware of my presence and give me no rest, thus destroying my chance to meet up with Karen again and get back that precious object of mine. I fretted over this dilemma for hours before finally deciding that I would just have to go without eating until I could be reunited
Join.me chat 6-13-13 Part 2Join.me chat 6-13-13 Part 22 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Jageall: I am the evil side of Kage..
Viewer 40all: You'd think Jage would be the Jedi side of Kage
Jeff The Killerall: Are you all just gonna take that.
GingaAkamall: Imma send Zehndy after ya
Jageall: AND THE ONE
Jeff The Killerall: I'll be up here, if you need me.
Jageall: WHO BROKE JEFF'S KNIFE
Youall: and Scollex, and Ascaris, and Daraku, and Tamashi, and Usotski
Jeff The Killerall: You...SON0FABITCH.
Viewer 29all: ooohh you're screwed now Jage
Viewer 73all: ok bye
GingaAkamall: all those immortal dudes
Jeff The Killerall: IMMA JUMP ON YOU.
Jageall: And I murdered Esther
Jeff The Killerall: As soon as I get up here.
GingaAkamall: oh damn, I feel sorry for you now
Viewer 29all: Jage has a suicide wish
GingaAkamall: Zehndy is gonna fuck you up
Viewer 40all: On one hand, I wanna go to sleep, but on another, I reeaalllyyy wanna watch you draw scary Splendy ;-;
Jeff The Killerall: Ginga, throw me Jage.
Jageall: * Snicker *
GingaAkamall: I a
How To Annoy Bellatrix - IntroHow To Annoy Bellatrix - Intro4 years ago in Humor More Like This
How To Annoy, Harass And Irritate Bellatrix Lestrange
By Jessamine Diane
It was a stormy night. There was lots of thunder and stuff.
"I d-d-don't li-like the th-th-thunder." Peter whimpered as her cowered under the table.
"Shut it Wormboy!!" Bellatrix yelled, not even looking up from painting her long, sharp fingernails. "Leave me alone, I'm busy!"
Peter was quiet for a moment or two until he heard another loud BANG.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" He screamed. He jumped high up in the air, so high that the table left the ground for a few seconds. The table landed with another loud BANG which made him scream even more, causing Bellatrix to accidently spill nail varnish on her sleeve.
"UGH! Look what you've done now, Pettigrew!!" She groaned. "Pain in the arse."
Peter responded by crying,
"UGH! Oh for God's sake Pettigrew!" Bellatrix yelled. "GROW UP."
Peter cried harder.
His excessive wailing was really quite annoying.
"Right, that's it. I'm leavin'. Tra."
And with that, Bellatrix slipped o
Important LessonImportant Lesson3 years ago in Humor More Like This
It was dark; one lonely man stood in a nearly empty parking lot. He had stepped out of his car to go use an ATM machine nearby, as he walked towards the machine a barely audible sound could be heard nearby; the sound of someone cracking their knuckles. The man approached the machine and prepared to use it, when something in the shadows of the night lurked closer. It was very tall; clad in black and odd barbwire-like tendrils protruding from its back. It reached out one of its hands slowly, the man didn’t realize that he was about to be grabbed and crushed by this odd monster.
Suddenly; a cackle was heard. The frightened man turned around quickly, and the hand that was about to grab him drew back. Someone ran across the parking lot, they were dressed in a white hoodie and armed with a single large knife.
“Such a late hour, shouldn’t you be sleeping!?” Jeff the killer rasped maniacally. He reached the horrified and confused man, and then plunged the knife into his
My shortest horror story...I found a spider in the house today.My shortest horror story...2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
What The Hell Are You Doing Here?What The Hell Are You Doing Here?3 years ago in Horror More Like This
It was nearing midnight. Jeff looked at the bright full moon surrounded by dark clouds. He smirked, time for another one. He approached the house that he had been watching for a while, he had been waiting nearly all day till the time that he felt safe to go inside when the resident was fast asleep. From the information he gathered by watching the house for a while, he knew that one man lived in the small house, but he didn’t know if anyone else lived with him.
Jeff looked around the outside of the house, looking for an entry point. He noticed that a window on the second floor was open, but he didn’t feel like climbing up. Jeff walked around the walls of the house, inspecting the windows to see if any of them were open. Finally getting sick of just observation, he tried to open one of the windows, it didn’t budge. He tried another, and another, all the same result.
Jeff glared at the house in frustration; he really didn’t want to have to climb up the side of the
DoorsDoors3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There had been many strange deaths recently, and there were only a few survivors who were willing to talk about it. Most of them spoke of an odd demon who wanted to play ‘games’ with them. Others could only remember a large monster, but the fear from the situation had caused them to block out the memory of what it looked like. The police were determined to catch these dangerous killers, but so far they only had one lead to their whereabouts. Someone had called in to tell them that a creature with an odd mask had been spotted going into a building. The person did not say who they were, but simply told them this fact and hung up.
This building mentioned was under construction, but was nearly finished so it looked like a normal building. A team of four cops had been sent to investigate, as there was no real evidence that the person seen entering the building was the killer.
It was late, and only a few cops had stayed behind at the station. There were three of them. Tom Anderso
Cleverbot: The JeffXKage ship has sailed!?!?NOTE: Earlier Cleverbot confirmed that he was Jeff, and I play Kage here; so I took the liberty of changing the names while I put in translations.Cleverbot: The JeffXKage ship has sailed!?!?2 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Jeff: Who are you?
Kage: Ieta, *face palms* Ore wa Kagesama. (I already said [. . .] I am Kage-sama)
Jeff: *face palms too*.
Kage: Jiefu. (Jeff.)
Kage: Nande. (Why.)
Jeff: I don’t know.
Kage: *face palms* nande omae totemo baka desu ka? (Why are you such an idiot?)
Jeff: *face palms your face*.
Kage: *claws his face*.
Jeff: *zack lee*.
Jeff: Ouch! *bites back*.
Kage: *snarls* Omae totemo baka! (You’re really stupid!)
Kage: *whacks him on the head* Omae wa Jiefu! Unarigoe shinai! (You’re Jeff! You aren’t supposed to growl!)
Jeff: Don't change the subject.
Kage: Eh!? *face palms again*.
Jeff: *face desk*.
Kage: *face wall*.
Jeff: *face palm*.
Kage: *face table*.
Jeff: *face chair*.
Kage: *face mask*.
(. . .)
Jeff: What should I do?
Kage: Make sure Slenderman doesn't find you.
Humble Mediocrity.I see the truth in your web of lies,Humble Mediocrity.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's hard to see when you use your eyes.
Problem is, I'm a liar too.
I knew exactly where to look for you.
You're living one of your lies,
As you watch through the eyes,
Of humble mediocrity.
I'm here because someone has heard your plea.
You look at me and you scream for help,
Whilst saying nothing at all and not wanting to tell.
But that's not why I came,
I'm here because of what I became.
I came because I know what you can do,
Because I was once someone just like you.
I was once like you, living a lie.
Which is why I'm here - to silence your cry.
I came because you are a danger to me,
As you watch through your humble mediocrity.
Takes one to know one and I like my privacy,
So please forgive me because I am sorry.
As I look into your dead eyes,
With the potential to see through my lies.
I killed you for you saw my grand life as it really is
- Humble Mediocrity.
Swiched- Percy and Annabeth #2Swiched- Percy and Annabeth #24 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Hastily, she jumped off the bed, falling onto the floor with a thump. Annabeth ran to the bathroom, her heart racing about her prediction. She starred into the mirror above the sink, and there was Percy, in his perfection. His sea-green eyes looked startled, his black hair tousled from last night, his perfect face, and he was wearing nothing but the boxers he had on last night. As she raised her hand to touch her face, and reflection Percy did the same, mimicking her. And as their eyes widen at the same time, Annabeth let out a scream much too low for her liking.
"Annabeth! Why are you screaming?" Percy walked into view. His eyes, her eyes, were shut and he was rubbing them. "And what's wrong with my voice?" he said again with Annabeth's high pitched voice. He came up to the mirror; Annabeth backed away and sat in the corner of the bathroom, stunned beyond words. As she silently rocked back and forth, Percy tried to get the water out of the faucet the Poseidon way, but found he couldn'
The KelpieIt began in mythology class, mentioned alongside so many other bizarre creatures that began with the letter "k": the Kappa, a Japanese water demon that fed on cucumbers and the blood of small children; the Kraken, a huge squid-like beast that lived in the deepest depths of the ocean and devoured ships; the Kongamato, an enormous flying creature, almost like a pterodactyl, that carried off whatever food it could.The Kelpie4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
And then there was the Kelpie.
Professor Wagner scratched the name out on the damp blackboard with the soggy squeak of chalk echoing throughout the tiny classroom. All our desks were crowded together in one corner, although this was more our own personal choice than because of the limitations in size. The classroom was fine, only a little smaller than average, with a pinhole Styrofoam ceiling and cheap fluorescent lighting that was always going out at the most inconvenient times. It was just that we liked to avoid the glass displa
How to play... A ToreadorThe Toreador are always the "first" idea I had about Vampires : Seducing, expressive and passionate kindred.How to play... A Toreador2 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Anne Rice's vampires are, somehow, ALL Toreador. Twilight's too.
So yeah, but there's more to it than just "art".
A friend, Christopher Turco, shared this with the VTM community :
On the subject of Toreador:
A lot of people really don’t get this clan. They think of them just artsy fartsy, high falutin’ types with no real depth or potential as vampires – let alone characters. They envision some comic parody of Andy Warhol at best or a mannequin of poor RP at worst.
I’ve run Toreador as my favorite bloodline since ’94. I can tell you that they have the potential to be one of the creepiest clans, but it’s in how you read between the lines. Namely, the obsession with beauty. A lot of players think they just stand around looking at pictures. The entrancement can be more sinister than that.
Imagine bringing a neonate to Elysium and
i'd follow my dreams, but i'm an insomniacthis is neither the time nori'd follow my dreams, but i'm an insomniac4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the place to tell you i souled
your nightmares to the devil's
mother for three dollars & six
sensethe same price as your
misshapen cardiomuscles. or
that one time i went
skydiving with your ego,
crashing dead autopilots
in the middle of the ocean.
my pulmonary vessels sunk
as phantom limbs stretched
towards the maudlin dreamcatcher
hanging over your gallows bedpost
the knots in my noosestomach
tied tight strangled my ideas &
my desires became penetrated
by my own incubus. i didn't rig
your parachute, i swear to god.
i swear to anygod who will listen
i'm asleep; telepathic trespassing:
i am a terrorist; i flew astral planes
into the san
SANGUINE Chapter 1 - 2Chapter 1 2:SANGUINE Chapter 1 - 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
HAVING RECEIVED HER mission, Lina left the council chambers and made her way back to the Officer's Quarters. Once there, she quickly stripped off her ceremonial armor and placed it neatly upon the armor rack, before taking a seat at the small writing desk that had been provided to her. She took several sheets of parchment from the nearby wooden shelf and dipped her quill in ink, as she quickly drafted a series of standing tactical orders for her troops to follow in her absence. Once these were done, she put them aside and wrote a letter of transfer. This was normally considered a mere formality, but judging by the nature and difficulty of her mission she had to be prepared for the possibility that she would not be returning. As such, the letter of transfer stated that her second-in-command, Knight Luther Aldebrand, would be given full command over her forces. On a personal level, Lina despised the man but she was forced to recognise the fact that he was the n
Cicero's Story Chapter 1One downside to living in a cave with a waterfall was the incessant dampness. It crept up the walls, dripped from the ceiling, and clung to every surface it came in contact with. All wood became heavy with the wet, and although the plant life that infested the main corridor of the Dark Brotherhood thrived, the air often carried a damp that could sometimes stick to the lungs and cause a cough in the colder seasons. But all members who had lived here for years had learned to deal with it- doors were kept closed; rooms had many fires lit to stave off the chill wet. Over time, the sound of the falling water became a comfort to the brotherhood- the sound of home, safety. And when the crazy Jester and his casket first arrived, it was decided by the brothers and sisters that the Mother aught to be 'unpacked' in the main room, where all could easily see her and pay respects if they so wished. Not one even once considered the consequences.Cicero's Story Chapter 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
For the first few days, the brothers and sisters of the
Cold RazorsCold Razors:Cold Razors3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let it pierce into my flesh
The cold metal of razors
and let me carve into my skin
a wonderous design of love
Love for the pain which I inflict upon myself
Love for the disgusting toxin which I bleed from deep within me
Love for all the people that remind me everyday of how pointless my existence is
Oh, I'm sorry, did you want to say something too?
Did you want to enjoy of this toxic waste?
This nauseating poisonous sulphurous odious mixture of noxious FUMES!
Ah, but you're one of the normal people aren't you
You can comb your hair without pain
You can dye it any colour you want
You can style it in any manner you please...
and yet you choose to complain?
Oh that's right, you can run too
You can run and jump and vault and swim and whatever else you feel like doing
You can enjoying the feeling of wind in your face without the need of
Ah, but that's alright, here let me sit and congratulate you
Let me pat you on the back for bringing glory to us al
A Poet IsA poet is a liar with a silver tongue pen, and a bleeding heart on the other end.A Poet Is4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We are anagrams and metaphors and sphinxes in sheep skin.
Every letter is an actor that we send into the wind,
And we're only as good as the words you believe in.
Dinomafia Part IPtero knew he would hate Stego from the first moment he locked eyes with the demonic son of a bitch.Dinomafia Part I4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
What was it about his first impression?
Perhaps it was his young age. How preposterous that Don LaNeurothe head of the most powerful mafia family in the east coastshould have made his right-hand a boy younger than even his own son.
Perhaps it was the eager gleam in his pale blue eyes, and the devious smile that accompanied ittoo pleased to see his new employer, too soon after the death of the man who had been like a father to him; like a child being given a new toy after he had lost his old one.
But perhaps Ptero was being overly judgmentalit wasn't Stego's fault that his father had passed away, after all. Stego had done his job, and done it well; and from what he'd heard, he had cared very much for the old Don.
But knowing about his admirable performance, and the respect his father had for him, did nothing to change the fact that Ptero hated his guts.
Life With A Sleeping BeautyBeing married to a narcoleptic certainly isnt easy. I found out that a few years ago when I married Aurora.Life With A Sleeping Beauty8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
First, before I begin my story, perhaps I should introduce myself: Prince Phillip, son of King Hubert. A few years ago I had the privilege to marry the most beautiful girl in the entire kingdom, the fair Princess Aurora. Aurora and I had actually even met before and fell in love in the woods, but that was before I found out her royal heritage and that she wasnt a peasant.
These last few years married to Aurora have certainly been interesting to say the least. She certainly is a lovely woman and I do adore her, but sometimes there is one little personality...quirk, I would say. Since Maleficents spell, Aurora still occasionally has this lingering narcolepsy, able to fall asleep at a drop of the hat.
Now most of the time, I generally dont mind this. Sure, I can put up with the occasional face in the mashed potatoes at dinner; and theres always the inst
FeelsI’m dying on the inside and I don’t know what to doFeels3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
I miss you like crazy and I wish you did, too
The pain that I feel isn’t even alive
And I swear to you now, I might even die
I look at your name and I start to cry
And I don’t like this feeling of saying goodbye
I can’t even eat and I’m starting bad habits
I can’t get out of bed and I cry while I’m at it
It feels like I’m on my own and I feel so alone
And when you text me, I can’t pick up my phone
I can’t see you with someone other than me
Even if you’re smiling and really happy
‘Cause I was that person, or I once use to be
But now I killed that and destroyed it completely
I had no idea just how much I loved you
Until you were taken, oh I wish that I knew
Because now as I go and my eyes fade to black
I finally see I won’t ever have you back….
Bleach Wolves Part 1Bleach Wolves Part 1Bleach Wolves Part 16 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"Aizen, leave me alone!!" I screamed as Aizen played with me as if I was a toy.
"Cmon little wolfie, just let me play a little more." he said with a smirk. That was when I kicked him in the nose and ran off. "Fine I'll stop, god." he said in pain.
I ran into a den where Ichigo, Toushirou, and Torgetsu (my zanpakuto) were laying down. "Welcome back, Shorty." Ichigo said smiling. I ignored him and laid down in between them. Toushirou looked at me with worried eyes and said "What's wrong Marisa. You usually get mad at Ichigo when he calls you short." He wrapped his soft gray tail around me. His fur was white on his body and gray on his legs and the tip of his tail. He had the 10th squad sign on his left front leg. His eyes were torguise blue.
"It's stupid Aizen. He was being mean to me again. He doesn't treat me like all you guys. He treats me like I'm not even a wolf." I said with my tail curled around me. I was as white as snow from head to tail. I had bl