Ally's Complete Updated BioAlly's Complete Updated Bio2 years 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' (Nightmare)
Weight: 120 Lbs
Skin tone: Light Grey (Normal)/ Dark Grey (Nightmare)
Hair: White; Wavy
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)2 years 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
Death isn't a fresh perspectiveI saw my motherDeath isn't a fresh perspective1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
swallowing something small
when I was just a child
The anguish in her eyes
faded, as she told me
it was just a
with a little extra kick
maybe years later,
that's how I convinced
to swallow fifteen,
give me a fresh perspective;
in the end,
my breath reeked
instead of mint.
Living Art"Stars?"Living Art1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dragon AnatomyThis document will be discussing the physical features of the species dragon Eudraco magnificus occidentalis and their potential benefit to the earth empire.Dragon Anatomy6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
A dragon is a quadrupedal reptile mammal cross, it has most of the physical characteristics of a reptile such as scales and they hatch from eggs, but has several features that could only classify it as a mammal, such as its warm blooded and the eggs are internally fertilised. These discrepancies are most likely going to reclassify the dragon into a class of its own, probably homoeothermic reptile. Dragons are carnivores, but they are not scavengers, preferring to eat fresh meat that they have killed themselves than carrion. The dragon is what you would call a super predator, similar to industrialized man, it is at the very top of the food chain and nothing is above it.
The dragons power lies in its size and strength, a fully grown dragon reaches about thirty feet in length and fifteen feet high.
Scar TissueI don’t know what I hated more: myself, or the fact that my crying woke him up. It couldn’t be later than two in the morning, I had woken up from another nightmare and I found myself huddled in the same spot I always went to in times like these: the bathtub.Scar Tissue1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a bad habit I got myself into since childhood, but the coldness of the tub gave me a comfort most things couldn’t. I had been good about keeping my pain hidden from the rest of the world, but by night it came crawling back to me in the form of dreams and flashes of guilt.
The tears would come before I could stop them and I always found myself in this tub. He never knew, and I never told him. What was the point? I’m a girl stuck in reverse who can’t seem to let go of yesterday and take in the joys of tomorrow. My whole life was like a damaged tape, repeating itself when it shouldn’t and having a hard time moving forward. I always could repress my sobs, and I wondered if I was louder than I
Not Vain, Just Prideful“Gorgeous,” she told her starving reflection.Not Vain, Just Prideful1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
divine silencespearsdivine silence2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
those fragile moments I spent etching my prayers into my skin,
holding them up like gifts for a mute god to see, blood collapsing
ly be dead
Fake smileWith needles and threads I sew to make this smile remainFake smile1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
a fake smile indeed but thats what it takes
to be treated normal once again
.Fragile.I don't think Ermine is like a ferret at all..Fragile.7 years ago in Other More Like This
He looks more...
I can see spidery blue veins
Underneath his paper-thin skin.
It reminds me of china dishes.
Mother used to keep china dishes on a glass shelf
And always told me,
"Do not touch,
Renfield's ClockThe package had no label or return address. It was just left on my front porch, wrapped in layers and layers of packing tape and cardboard, square and slim, about a foot and half in length. It was heavy as I picked it up and rather than open it there on the front porch, I brought it inside, and sealed my doom.Renfield's Clock2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Inside, I found a clock. It was clearly old, the rim ornately decorated with motifs of vines, and while I was no expert the material was suspiciously reminiscent of gold. It had to be valuable. I was bewildered as to why I'd find such a thing left on my front porch. I turned it over, inspecting each side of it, and that was when the note that had been tacked to the back slipped off.
'To the person who receives this,' the note read, 'I don't know you and I'm really sorry, but I had to get rid of this. It's killed both my husband and children and now it wants me. I'm sorry.'
For a long moment, I just sat there, the note in my hands, s
The MCR Fanfiction Parody Ch.1The sky outside the black MCR tour bus was a dreary gray as they drove forth, deeper and deeper into darker and darker gray. It was very cold and a little wet in this area. The leaves had fallen off the trees, and they looked deformed and even colder than the bundled up people who hurried under them. Generally, it was extremely miserable outside.The MCR Fanfiction Parody Ch.17 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Which meant it was just perfect for My Chemical Romance.
And inside said tour bus, something dark and vile that smelled like brimstone was a-brewing. It would spawn sadistic rituals and odd chants. Spells and sorcery. Blood, sweat, tears (mostly blood! Yay!). There would be pain. There would be peril. There was a new album coming out.
Gerard Way rubbed his chin thoughtfully. He was clad today in a black hoodie with a black blazer over it, black jeans, and beat up black sneakers. His hair was an inky black,
WomanA story behind her eyesWoman2 years 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.
The MCR Fanfiction Parody Ch.2The collective soul of My Chemical Romance is blackish, heavy, wet, and smells somewhat like licorice. It really clashed with the fifties-style diner they were in. This made Frank uncomfortable. We clash He was looking over their outfits. This was a lot of looking, as Frank was significantly smaller than the others, you may remember (he might be shrinking!).The MCR Fanfiction Parody Ch.27 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Maam! Mikey called out to their waitress. I need more coffee! It was his seventh cup.
She willingly refilled his coffee cup. Mikey, who just might be straight, was checking her out a bit. She was kind of cute, and he was hoping maybe shed think the same of him when she finally looked up and noticed him.
She looked up and turned to Gerard. Hey, arent you Gerard Way? Can I have your autograph?
Gerard gave her an autograph, looking like it was
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.
I'm in love with a painterYou are the painter who streaks rainbows onto my lungs,I'm in love with a painter2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who stains chalks onto my rib cage.
And every time I see you
I get so
o u t
b r e a t h.
I'm in love with a painter
A goodnight kissHe leans in for a kiss,A goodnight kiss1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
his soft lips pressed against her forehead.
Then he gently puts her picture back in place
Death was a lot faster than him.
The Dragon Slave of The Basinite FjordsThe Dragon Slave of The Basinite Fjords1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The very air rippled as the leathery whip came whistling down along Shara's exposed midsection. With a cringing thwack the barbed torture tool lashed her belly again and again. Blood sprayed and sapphire scales were rent violently from her flesh, falling onto the hard stone floor in a collective pile. Shara growled away the seething pain that gutted her away but stubbornly refused to whimper. A whimper expressed defeat and in the sadistic eyes of her tormentors, defeat was what they strove to implant within her.
A rasping voice dragged Shara away from the nightmare of the whip and into a world full of misery. "That's enough. I wish to speak with it."
Shara's body hurt all over and her head swam with nausea as she turned her neck to see a small, obsidian colored creature approach her. The creature bore a disturbing visage and obsidian ornate armor as black as his skin. He tugged his beard a long while, studying the fruits of his work that lay in a pathetic heap be
Antisocial vs. IntrovertI'm not antisocial,Antisocial vs. Introvert2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No, I'm serious,
But I am introverted.
If I were antisocial,
I would dislike everybody,
I would never go out,
And I would probably be unhappy.
But I'm not,
I'm very happy,
I love my friends,
And I love talking to them.
I love parties as much as the next person, too,
Laughing and talking and having fun,
And I love to be able to go places with my friends,
And I love having friends as great as the ones I've got.
But as much as I love all of that,
There are other things I love, too,
That people don't understand,
And some don't try to understand at all.
I love being able to sit back,
With a cup of coffee in one hand,
I love sitting in bed all day,
And reading books.
I love to be alone in the house,
I love to write and occupy myself,
And smaller things like cats and dogs,
Are enough to keep me company.
I love to open my window in the summer,
And feel the breeze come in,
Followed by the soft tinkling of wind chimes,
And the chattering of birds and squirrels
Two Sentence Horror StoriesMy brother and I are joined at the hip. The flies started gathering after his death.Two Sentence Horror Stories1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
My dog came home with an arm. Great, another body to hide.
My father fell down the well. I wasn't worried until I heard sounds of crunching bones down below.
Last night, I was awakened to a child's crying. I went downstairs and stuffed a gag into her mouth.
"Your imaginary friend isn't real," When you agreed, I started to disappear.
Last night I had a dream that I murdered a woman. I was okay until I realize I was holding her head.
As I went down to the cellar, the door slammed shut. I thought it was the wind until I heard someone coming down stairs.
My students love me with all their hearts. I just wish they wouldn’t leave a mess.
I grabbed her, flung on the bed, and started removing my pants. She rose up, opened her mouth, and revealed three rows of teeth.
She wears her heart on her sleeve. But her brains are splattered all over the wall.
“There are no monsters under bed!
iHer eyes clouded byi2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
nightmares of the past
Angst controls her life
as shadows chase her
each and every day
To an Internet AdmirerI can't love someone I've never met.To an Internet Admirer1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My heart just doesn't work that way.
You tell me that you won't forget.
Well this is what I have to say:
You don't know my face,
You don't know my heart,
You don't know my name,
We're too far apart.
I know I seem cold,
But I cannot lie.
It would be unfair
For me to comply.
I can’t love a dream.
I need someone real.
I need true passion.
I need to feel.
I’m flattered by your compliments
That’s all my feelings consist of.
How can I love a dream
When I can’t even find real love?
I screamMy scream is loud.I scream1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
My scream is honest.
My scream is desperate.
My scream is filled with truth.
Why would nobody hear me?