Bombia's Tips to Happy Roleplaying. Roleplaying Tips and EtiquetteBombia's Tips to Happy Roleplaying.2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hello, my name is Bombia and I have been roleplaying for about thirteen years. Over those years, I have learned many things and I would like to pass on some knowledge to other roleplayers who are newer to it or would like some tips.
First off, let me talk about some etiquette tips.
Noting a person as part of a roleplay request:
What I find annoying and irritable is if someone just notes me with a "Hello." and nothing else. If noting a person for a roleplay, please tell them why you are noting them. That way the person who you are sending the Note to knows why you are noting them and the process is smoother.
Ending a roleplay
If you no longer wish to do a roleplay, please note the person and let them know that you do not wish to continue and if possible providing them with feedback as to why. That way you do not leave the person longing and waiting for a roleplay. It gets very annoying and rude. In some cases
Because I Forget Some broken heartsBecause I Forget3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Will love again,
Some fractured minds
Watch sun-rise, and mend,
Some happy dreams
Are cherished by friends,
Because you have love,
You will triumph again
Some broken hearts
Glory Be! March 14th, 2014I smile as I unravel an e-cigarette from its plasticGlory Be! March 14th, 20142 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and cardboard. You've bought it for me
As if you could dam my mania, my titanic
movements, inside 4 inches of vapor.
Naïve lover mine; naïve lover, who knows me
so well, I love your love that believes
There's a tame me, more than a wildebeest
or the Jenga game played too long,
Ready to fall, you wonder if you'll be it:
that last gap
to topple all.
ThankfulI am thankful thatThankful4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sky is blue,
the grass is green,
roses are red,
violets are blue,
and, most of all,
I am thankful that
you are you.
Haikus from a foreign landHaikus from a foreign land2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Thoughts flee the grave
Sakura petals remain
Vestige of my soul
Des pensées fuient la tombe
Des pétales de Sakura restent
Vestige de mon âme
Bald monk beats the drum
On the blue lotus, a bud!
Byôdô comes to life
Le moine chauve bat le tambour
Sur le lotus bleu, un bourgeon !
Byôdô vient à la vie
My nights are alone
So are the crying mountains
Bed filled with shadows
Mes nuits sont seules
Tout comme les montages en pleurs
Le lit est rempli d'ombres
Slivers of light(French version below)Slivers of light2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The most dreadful winter of my life came.
I abandoned the idea of a blossoming future,
Fled the misery of my own motherland,
For a woman I have far too often dreamt of.
Among the singing buds of the Shinto shrine
A white plum caresses my back,
Its petals lull me, my eyes are sealed, sweet reverie,
A convent of grass
The junk of my thoughts
Send me to Amaterasu.
Blushing Lotus, enticing Lilacs, panting Azaleas,
So many mistresses!
Enough perfumes to be drunk from them.
Why, my promise, have I been waiting so long to join you?
Your hair like Sakura flowers
Your laughters sound like Shamisen.
Over the pond, a dragonfly sits down and begins to dream
Six Words for the SufferingPain ends, but you must not.Six Words for the Suffering2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She smells like flowersThe young boy just wanted to hold her tightShe smells like flowers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As he felt her amber hair flutter about in the breeze
Looks scattered timidly, unrestrained heartbeats faded away
This young adventurer finally found the fragrance he'd die for.
Putrid seas of despair became Twilight's holdings
Here comes victorious Dawn, hammering her flowered flag into
The possessed boy's skull. This new Freedom he was blessed,
Kept running through his mind as if he has lived thousands of lives.
He craved her all night long, a fellow bottle in hand
Waiting made his night last longer than eternal Oblivion
Howling as a lost soul, until he smells her again,
The shy boy was reeked of youth's insouciance,
On his fresh field
Last Night I Committed SuicideLast Night I Committed Suicide, and I encourage you all to do the same.Last Night I Committed Suicide2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
To purge yourself of the broken shell, the scarred wrist, and the emptiness inside of you.
I did it last night, I ended it all, I ended the pain...
and I watched my sorrows fly
And then the sun came, and woke me up. It engulfed me In it's healing light, it filled me with its warmth and love.
It told me that I was in control of my life.
It told me that I was not a coward.
The world will not change for me, so maybe I will have to grow stronger for it. I can be strong, I will be strong.
Last night I destroyed my suffering, I killed my sorrows, and I woke up a new.
And I encourage, despite the pain, to do the same.
Don't fly too high(French version below)Don't fly too high2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"-Do you have any talents?
-Several, I'm actually pretty talented."
"I love what you're doing Rose...
Rose? I hate that girl. "
To you, peacock, who proudly believes you're showing your feathers off,
Can a monkey pretend to be knowledgeable without being educated?
From your supposed intelligence emanates a tone of stupidity
To make the cattle from my childhood's fields jealous.
Apothecary of lies, selling his smiles to the more destitute,
Words deprived of meaning and more hollow than your skull,
Your poison spreads slowly as the assassin time.
To you who is, after all, only a shadow of dust
Any storm will evaporate you
Look carefully at your reflection and think, if you can;
Then from your false throne reigning on simple minds,
You'll realize the bitter truth:
You, who think you rise above the others,
Don't fly too high,
The divine beauty of the sky
Was never meant for you.
Ne vole pas
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."Un roti de Cupidon2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son supérieur était encore une f
Haikus from our loveHaikus from our love2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Pink Sakura buds
The wild wind of youth is there
Our love blooms again
Des bourgeons roses de Sakura
Le vent sauvage de la jeunesse est là
Et notre amour fleurit à nouveau
A dropped caress -
More beautiful than ever
She belongs to me
Une caresse déposée -
Plus belle que jamais
Bed of wilted hopes
A smile is sealed on this face
Last Winter of her life
Lit d'espoirs fanés
Un sourire est scellé sur ce visage
Le dernier Hiver de sa vie
Le parfum de la Lune(English version below)Le parfum de la Lune2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Des étoiles filantes naissent, vivent,
À travers ce ciel chargé de plomb,
Sombre abîme des cieux, bas et lourd.
À la manière d'un paysage champêtre
Les bombardiers volent, gazouillent
Et les bombes tombent du funeste prunier.
Dans la toile de ces mygales casquées,
Des lucioles retenues par leurs pattes vindicatives.
La nuit leur est plus douloureuse que l'immolation,
Plus longue que le solstice d'hiver.
Les fleurs se fanent à jamais ; sur le corps se gravent
Des balafres à vous en faire frémir le pire des tortionnaires ;
La rosée sera tâchée de perles de sang.
Ces astres éphémères sont nés, ont vécu,
Puis se taisent à jamais.
Ces fillettes déjà oubliées,
Elles n'ont plus que le parfum de la Lune
Pour s'imaginer à quoi aurait pu ressembler la vie.
Fragrance of the Moon
Shooting stars are
Quakes The only thing telling me I wasn’t dead was the hand that reached into the cage and caressed my sun-burnt skin. Cool droplets of rain kissed my back as I lay face down on the hard ground. With every breath I sucked up more dirt; my throat was painfully dry and my chest ached to collapse. But I didn’t have the energy to sit, or even roll my head to the side.Quakes2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“What’s wrong with that one? Why is he taking up an entire pen?” The voice was rough and agitated but I couldn’t bring myself to look up.
“He’s sick, sir.” A pause. “He drank from a river on the way over. I didn’t want him to but he was wea--”
“You let them drink downstream?” There was a sharp sound like wood against skin, accompanied by a yelp. “Are you going to give me back what I paid for them? Are you?”
Desperate love (song)Desperate love (song)2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Haven't heard from you in months
Our love used to give us goosebumps
Now it's like this, being together was my only wish
Now we just reminisce, on what we could've had
This makes me so sad, because the goods become the bad
Go away and never stay in my way
This silly game you used to play
Controlling the strings of my feelings
Bloody puppeteer of your smiles...
I won't look back and just go away
Each day has it's own way of showing us a better day
Which is the best way to live without you today?
I can't get you out of my head no matter what
So all I do is jot, these rhymes that I have in my head
Sometimes I wish I was dead, but instead I just go ta bed
And I cry, cry, under the moonlight's cruelty
And they bleed, bleed, mutilated limbs
And they laugh, laugh, my elderly demons
I wish I could have suffered differently...
Now I'm just another wreck in the sea of griefs
All I wanna do is laugh with you
But anytime we talk it turns into a
A Christmas MassacreHeavy breathing fills the air.A Christmas Massacre1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I pant. Light peaceful Christmas music fills the atmosphere.
Where am I? Who am I? Is this a dream?
If so, why can't I awaken? Where are my shoes?
Why is there blood on my hands?
Brief yelling is heard from behind.
I turn. No one is there.
A blood trail glows. I follow.
I can fill my heartbeat pound throughout my chest,
as if it was merely trying to escape.
But from what? What's happening?
What am I doing? Is this a dream?
I feel like lucid. So, unreal.
As if I'm no longer in control of my own body.
What is this? Why am I holding a gun.
I stop. I try to think cordially, but I can't.
What is wrong with me? Where am I?
Is this a dream? Am I sleeping?
I feel a sharp pain illuminate throughout my body.
I've seemed to have stepped on a shard of glass.
Um? It's not a normal piece of glass either.
It's from a pair of glasses, but whom?
I turn. More yells from a distance is heard.
The Girl Who Was Afraid To BeShe speaks to me fondlyThe Girl Who Was Afraid To Be2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of passions and talents,
of guitars and stars,
with such breathless intensity
then stops short and
for speaking at all.
All because somewhere in her life,
someone she loved broke her heart
her beautiful words
and telling her to
keep it down,
People aren’t born sad.
We make them that way.
WriterA man writes,Writer8 years ago in Open More Like This
Un homme écrit,
He writes a story,
Il écrit un histoire,
The story is his creation,
l'histoire est son création,
His own world,
Son propre monde,
He is God,
Il est Dieu,
The Writer writes,
The God creates...
Le Dieu crée...
The God creates,
Le Dieu crée,
A history of a planet,
Un histoire d'un planéte,
We focus on a girl,
Nous concentrons sur une filles,
She is god's prophet,
Elle la prophéte de dieu,
She forms a future,
Elle forme une avenir,
An ending of a world,
Un fin d'un monde,
In this history,
Dans cette histoire,
God left instructions,
Dieu a laissé les instructions,
He left his imagination,
Il a laissé son imagination,
Let it do what it wanted,
L'a laissé faire ce qu'il voulait,
Within a strict set of rules,
Dans un ensemble stricte de régles,
Laws which he should follow,
Les lois qu'il devrait suivre,
He disobeyed his own rules...
Il a désobéi ses pr
SGPA [The Series] Issue #2/Death's GardenSGPA [The Series] Issue #2/Death's Garden2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
-SGPA HEADQUARTERS, Pluto-
"For your first mission as SGPA members, you will be tasked with infiltrating Eden." Phuong stated as Fafnr brought up the image of an overgrowing forest in the midst of a desert.
"Wait, isn't Eden that experimental testing zone for plant research run by the Evergreen Corporation?" Quin asked.
"Not quite." Sara stated. "Eden was a project launched by the Evergreen Corporation to help find solutions for world hunger, environmental regrowth and rebuilding habitats for endangered animals. There was also an on-sight laboratory specializing in on cloning DNA of species that went extinct due to the destruction of their habitats."
"You're saying was. Why the past tense?" Laurel asked.
"When the Phantom Incident happened, a hole was torn into the Phantom Zone, letting time run through causing a speed evolution. It formed a pocket dimension between our dimension and the Phantom Zone where Jumpstart and Superior were trapped. It has its own eco
This Has To StopThis has to stop.This Has To Stop6 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
What? Well, it could be several things. Job loss, depression, war - the list goes on. But if it were any of those things, this essay would be more like a book. No, I'm talking about a pressing issue in the world of literature, and more specifically, fanfiction. Think you know? Really? You may very well be guilty of this offense and not even realize it. Many young writers are. Even my sister, one of the best writers I know, used to make these all to often. Do you know now? Okay, one more hint: FanFiction.net is freakin' swamped with them.
That's right. I'm talking about Mary Sues.
I know what you're probably thinking. Mary Sues will always exist, so why bother speaking out against them? It's a trivial pursuit. Not to mention the fact that many people either don't know that their character is a Mary Sue, or they do realize it deep down, but simply refuse to accept it. This has to stop.
Mary Sues are a huge pet-peeve of mine, and many creative writers', so
A Sonnet for the StormsTo many, rain slays all remaining blissA Sonnet for the Storms3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A strain; a burden used to chasten all
Lament no longer, leave this dark abyss
From which you only crow and vainly squall
This "torrent" is a sign of demiurge
The purest form of all transcendence dives
A hallowed, just rapier born to scourge
The rain hits vitriolic ground and strives
Now, blessed Gaia drinks to sable sky
Our own innate deformities exposed
Yet, pride begins to resonate on high
Enshrouded atmosphere is zen transposed
For here do billows desecrate all fears
An ethereal world razed with seraph tears