Bombia's Tips to Happy Roleplaying. Roleplaying Tips and EtiquetteBombia's Tips to Happy Roleplaying.1 year 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
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.
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
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
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?”
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
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
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
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.
Six Words for the SufferingPain ends, but you must not.Six Words for the Suffering2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Girl Who Was Afraid To BeShe speaks to me fondlyThe Girl Who Was Afraid To Be1 year 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.
His Frozen Heart ~ Thorin x Reader Chapter 2 The company followed the wizard to the front door and watched as it revealed the thirteenth dwarf. Rather than try to strain her neck to see who it was, (F/N) remained in the dining room, cleaning up the mud and crumbs the dwarves had left behind. Despite being the one of the youngest in the group, she still felt like a mother to the company, constantly cleaning their messes and scolding them even though they had only gathered moments ago. Wiping the last bit of crumbs away and straightening to chairs, she sighed and wiped her brow.His Frozen Heart ~ Thorin x Reader Chapter 211 months ago in Romance More Like This
Standing in the hallway, she could still see everyone’s backs, and grinned. Old and experienced as they were, they were still childish, which she found refreshing at times and irritating when it wasn’t. It was their childish antics that she kept with her during her travels throughout Middle-Earth – memories of their boisterous feasts and drunken songs had been her light in dark places.
Te咲くその木Te3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Saku sono ki
Harukaze ni mau
This blooming tree
Dancing in the spring wind
The hand I've loosened
Ceased to embrace me
It's futile even if I search for it
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
TMNT: December Day 22Day 22: GingerbreadTMNT: December Day 222 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Leonardo, Raphael, Michelangelo, and Ember were in the kitchen talking about different things. They had gotten a message from April telling them to wait in the kitchen for her. Donatello had gotten the message, but as much as he wanted to be around April, he had to work on the retro-mutagen to help change Kirby back to normal.
April didn’t explain to them why she wanted them to wait in the kitchen, but it must have been important if she wanted them all there.
“What’s taking her so long?” Mikey asked.
“Yeah, what gives?” Raph asked. “She said she had a surprise for us.”
“Guys, be patient” Leo said. “She’ll be here soon enough.”
“Leo’s right” Ember said. “We just need to relax.”
“Well, you won’t have to wait any longer” April said, making the brothers and Ember look up. April walked in carrying a box in her hands. She set it down on the center
Daughter of Stars and Stones - Part 3Many LessonsDaughter of Stars and Stones - Part 310 months ago in Drama More Like This
Kíliel sat in a chair at the end of the big table in the Hall of Council. Thorin and Fíli stood at the opposite end, beside the King's Chair, and around them stood the councilmen. There were only ten of them, as Thorin was still working on finding new members that he could trust after their return to Erebor, though it was already thirty-six years ago. No one could accuse a dwarf of hurrying or doing anything too quickly, and as Kíliel sat alone, looking around at all the faces that glanced at her and then continued to discuss and mutter between themselves, she couldn't help but wish they would hurry a little bit. She did not like to wait, and with not knowing what was going to happen she felt ever more uneasy.
It was only yesterday that Thekk, that ugly boy, had insulted her, and she gritted her teeth thinking of it. She was no longer sad, only angry and resentful. The cut on her forehead was swollen, but it did not hurt; it only reminded her of the h
Daughter of Stars and Stones - Part 2Children Will Be ChildrenDaughter of Stars and Stones - Part 210 months ago in Drama More Like This
«Mother, must we wait much longer?» Kíliel asked her mother impatiently.
They stood in the Grand Hall in front of the main gate, among the rest of the royals, the council-members and their families. The rest of their people stood about them, scattered throughout the hall. The sun stood just above the plains, and the morning light washed the grand room with warm, yellow light.
There was murmuring and low talking all around the hall, for they had been waiting for over an hour and even the most patient dwarves thought they had waited long enough. Though proud and loyal, dwarves did not like to be kept waiting even by their dearest friends.
«We have been standing here for so long now,» Kíliel continued to urge her mother, and pulled her sleeve restlessly. She was uncomfortable, wearing shoes and clothes that were too tight and too formal for any normal visit from their kin. She knew there was something special about this day, b
The Heroes of our LegendsThe Heroes of our Legends11 months ago in Drama More Like This
Have you ever loved someone so deeply, so sincerely, wishing you had gave up everything to take their place, knowing, blood has no meaning against love? If blood is what bonds a family, then that family is very poor. What has been bound by destiny cannot be parted by no sword. It goes on forever, it lasts for eternity, this life, the next one and every other. But how does one keep going, when his love withered with the winter’s snow? No. The love doesn't wither, the body does. The soul, on the other hand, keeps going on. Not a day in this eternal agonizing life hasn't passed that I haven't thought of you, your smiles, your playful fights, your laughter, your bright shining eyes and the strength of your pure hearts. Never could I have though that these old eyes still held the ability to shed tears, yet now they cannot stop.
Gandalf once said: »Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. « Some lives are taken for granted. I did believe you would s