Roleplay Rules (2014 Update)A 2014 update on my rules for roleplaying. My last one was rather messy and people still get rather confused about things. So I hope by rewording and adding simpler rules will help those who are interested in roleplaying with me understands. I know most of my rules sound unfair and you may think I am “bitchy” or “presumptuous” but I am waaaaaay nicer than what you will read. As long as you don’t push my buttons then you are awesome.Roleplay Rules (2014 Update)8 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
1) Writing Style
One of the most important rule out of all the ones on this list, so you better not skim this or else I’ll hunt you down and put you in a chokehold. I REFUSE TO ROLEPLAY WITH ANYONE WHO ROLEPLAY WITH SCRIPT OR ONE LINERS. Paragraph or novel form only. I used to be cool with that occasional one liner since I understand the feeling of getting writer’s block but I think people misunderstand what I mean by think. I think they think that I give them the “okay!” to do that, which is not the cas
Homestuck Theories: Social Opinions and CommentaryHomestuck Theories: Social Opinions and Commentary4 months ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The following are a brief overview of my theories revolving around troll society, culture, and its relationship(s) to that of American society:
>Lusii have a telepathic bond with the troll they choose. That is how trolls learn language even when it appears that lusii are incapable of speech themselves (save for when prototyped in sprites). This was proven in canon to some degree given that Terezi mentioned she was taught how to see and smell colors by her then-unborn lusus, as well as by Feferi when she mentioned that Gl'bgolyb told her prophecies of the world’s impending doom amongst other things. Otherwise, it is somewhat beyond me how (at the very least, Alternian) trolls would learn language given that in Alternia, adult trolls were exiled off-planet due to the Condesce's decree following the Summoner's Rebellion.
> Seadwellers likely develop blubber insulation to keep warm under the sea and are
Updated Homestuck Fankid Bio TemplateName:Updated Homestuck Fankid Bio Template8 months ago in Profiles More Like This
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Ally's Complete Updated BioAlly's Complete Updated Bio4 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Verse: Creepypasta/ Slenderverse. Ally can be viewed as either.
Alias: Slender Doll, Ally-Doll, Nightmare Puppet, Victorian Ghost Child, Nightmare Bringer, Wind-Up Child, Operator's Doll, Operator's Puppet
Species: Half-human/ Half-Slender
Sexual Preference: Pansexual
Age: 118 (looks 18)
Astrological Sign: Sagittarius
Birthplace: East Berlin, Germany
Blood Type: AB+
Affiliation: Slenderman/ Slender's Proxies
Figure: Petite; Slim (Normal), Widowy; Slender (Nightmare)
Height: 5' 4' (Normal)/ 6' 1' (Nightma
MorganXReid- dance with meMorganXReid- dance with me3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Title: dance with me
Song: Back at one
By: Brian McKnight
Reid knew it would never happen in a million years. He's had this huge crush on Morgan ever since he met the muscular man, but he knew it would be unrequited since day one. As he sat on a stool in the club they were in. he watch as another girl rubbed herself against Morgan. He wished he could do that, but alas, he was just too shy.
Emily, who was sitting beside him at the bar, heard him sigh and gave him a sympathetic smile. Only her and the girls knew about Reid's crush and had tried to reassure the boy that Morgan had feelings for him. Of course Reid didn't believe them, and continued to make himself miserable. "You know, if you just told him, you wouldn't be so sad right now." Emily said lovingly, putting her hand gently on his shoulder.
Reid looked at her with a sad smile, and paid for his drink that he didn't even touch. "Thanks but, i think I'm gonna head home. Besides, it looks like Morgan has his partner for tonight." H
Updated Homestuck Fantroll Bio TemplateName:Updated Homestuck Fantroll Bio Template1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
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Not Vain, Just Prideful“Gorgeous,” she told her starving reflection.Not Vain, Just Prideful4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Living Art"Stars?"Living Art3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
ObsessionYou are my obsession.Obsession1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Source of my depression.
One that I crave.
Love that is depraved.
I still hold on to.
I would die for you.
Even if you're not here.
My mind just won't clear.
Only one I want.
Mentally I attack.
I'd still take you back.
Glad you disappeared.
Return I feared.
Walk through my door.
Want you even more.
Wonder if I'll heal.
Was this even real?
Incy, Wincy SpiderIncy, wincy spider climbed up the water spout.Incy, Wincy Spider4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Down came the bleach and washed the spider out.
Out came the spider's guts, they shrivelled in the rain;
And incy, wincy spider never climbed again.
Blood and InkA trail of crimson drips onto a parchment so white,Blood and Ink2 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
intermingling with black ink on a cold autumns night.
So sweet a melancholy song, playing for all to see,
of the poor, broken, tormented soul that is me.
An artist of no consequence, my heart on my sleeve,
living with a love and a passion so few can conceive.
But with passion comes limitless sufferings and pain,
creating another line on the paper, another blood stain.
For as many scars as I have dreams I will forever live,
inspiration and courage to others is what I hope to give.
That every experience of this world has it's own worth,
to have love and sorrow before we become one with the earth.
A desire for life, a desire for death, such a bitter endless game,
but a desire for immortality burns brighter then the brightest flame.
Wishing for a part of me to not be confined to this mortal coil,
a moment etched in time, long after I am entombed in soil.
Pouring out my deepest passions and angst pent up inside,
perhaps I will live on in b
The DyingThe Dying3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
I take my last few breaths before I'm gone for good. His voice right there, next to me. The love I'm going to lose. As tears ran down our faces, we remembered there's no going back now. As our lips meet for the first, my heart burns into pieces. He says to me "don't leave me" with the tears coming his fast. So slow, at the right speed. I remember how much I love him. Why I did this, because we would never be together, because we can't. "I wish, but I- I can't." I say softly into his ear. "no you'll make it, just wait please! I love you!" he says looking into my eyes. "I'm bleeding out fast and no way to recover now. From the moment I saw you, I new you were for me. Please don't cry, don't waste your time on me. I'll be gone within 3 minutes. You have your life, a son and a wife that love you. I'm just one student who couldn't bare the pain of not having you." I say with barely any voice. "I love you but I loved you to much that took my life. Good my true love." I kissed him one last ti
Love Will BeLove Will Be3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I'm in pain, I suffer everyday
People tell it will be fine
You just need some love
I tell them slowly as I whisper in their ear
Love will be the end me
Love is why I am here
Dying with breath, every thought
Love will destroy me like no one else
Love will be
The ground I lay died on
The one who will see me died
As it sees my soul drain off of my eyes
I will remember the was love
They say love keeps you together forever
Well love breaks me apart
BuringBuring3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I cry for your love,
As I burn inside knowing you'll never know.
I love you, but you will never love me.
Only in my fantasy.
I dream of getting married,
Seeing you at the end,
With your glasses.
That smile and good looks.
Knowing that some one else is with you,
And that ring on your left hand burns me.
I'll hear you, see you,
But never touch.
I love your voice,
How its just one.
Like no one else's.
Just like your smile.
You brighten my day.
When you look at me for a second,
It feels like a year to me.
Hopefully you'll see one day I'm the one for you.
She Dances With FireShe dances with fire, a dragon in tow.She Dances With Fire1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Twirling with flames; graceful and slow
She dances tonight, in a city of ash.
Her feet leaving footprints, where the sand will splash.
Quietly mourning, as time goes by;
Where once she beheld a home in her eyes...
Yet naught but the barest of bones remain,
And so she dances, to soothe the pain.
13. Running AwayThey were best friends. So when he said, one afternoon, as they lay sprawled out on the grass, "I'm running away," she didn't protest. Instead, despite her misgivings, she offered company on the long road out of town. He accepted. It was as simple as that. She'd come to understand over the years how their friendship worked. He talked; she listened, and went with him on wherever his thoughts took him. It was, of course, her responsibility as a girl to take care of him, or so he said. She never denied it.13. Running Away5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
That night he threw pebbles at her window (like in one of those old movies, except she was on the first floor and it woke the dog up) and she climbed out to join him. She had a small backpack with the usual provisions and an umbrella, just in case it rained. He said he'd forgotten his. Together they set out on the road--following the asphalt of the block they'd grown up on until it lead to the only major road in town. He stopped there, looking around. Despite all his talk and swagg
WomanA story behind her eyesWoman1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A dream on her lips
Waiting to be said,
Waiting to be true.
A voice from heart.
A lovely sound.
You're so tender,
So simple and complicated.
Spontaneous and shy.
Silent and talkative.
Serious and funny.
Always in love.
Tears rolling down for an illusion.
Eyes looking up missing somebody.
Letters never sent.
A heart that never sleeps.
You are so beautiful
Even when you feel you're the ugliest one.
You are a princess
Even when you feel nobody cares of you.
You are a goddess
Even when years painted lines on your face.
A sweet strength
A reason to love.
Stressing outAdam sat in front of his table. He was trying to understand even something about text. He had to remember millions of things, grammar and spelling, other stuff too. He had to study chemistry and history next, and then he had to do English essays and one geography essay too. And THEN he had to study the play they were doing in drama lessons. He had one of the main characthers, and it was musical, so he had to learn those songs too. Only then Adam was able to relax for moment: after dinner he had to wash dishes and clean his room and help Neil to clean the bathroom.Stressing out2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Adam's phone beeped. Adam sighed and took it. He already knew who was texting him.
'Hi babe. Can come out?'
Adam rubbed his face. He wanted so badly just leave his school and home and stress and be with Tommy, but his mother didn't let him. For moment Adam thought about escaping from window.
'Sry I have work to do ):'
Adam had time to read few sentences before his phone beeped angrily.
'U always have. When u planned to b w/ m
Death by LoveDeath by Love3 years ago in Drama More Like This
As I wonder how it would have felt. I left wondering. It kills me not knowing. I wanted to feel his body against mine. His chest touching mine. Our heart beating together. My arms wrapped around his body. We would have stood there forever. In my mind it would have been heaven. My life would have felt complete. I would whispered in to his ear and said "You smell nice." He probably would have smile and laughed a bit.
These tears that run down my face. That fall to their death as they hit the floor. they come out for the man who stole my heart. I lean against the window ledge with my eye's closed. My mouth, buried in my crossed arms. The gentle patter of the rain. These thoughts through my head. The visions of pain and death. Things I could have done to my self. Ending the pain of love. Ending the beat that slowly will die. my breath cold and slow. I open my eyes to look up at the sky. Clouds coving the beautiful sun that gives us the heat we need.
My body was weak, cold and mo