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)1 year 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
Ally's Complete Updated BioAlly's Complete Updated Bio1 year 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
.he points.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
to a crucifix
on the left side
of his neck
tells me he can end all
of your suffering -
and i look at him
and i cross my arms, thinking
he can't even do this
Homestuck Theories: Social Opinions and CommentaryHomestuck Theories: Social Opinions and Commentary1 year 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
iHer eyes clouded byi1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
nightmares of the past
Angst controls her life
as shadows chase her
each and every day
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 Tissue11 months 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
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.
Not Vain, Just Prideful“Gorgeous,” she told her starving reflection.Not Vain, Just Prideful1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Living Art"Stars?"Living Art1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
SpectraphotonsSpectra1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
cross our paths
for their effects
every poem begins with sometimes
every dream begins with maybe
Nightly DemonsWhen I was little,Nightly Demons1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I used to run up the stairs,
To evade the demons that lurked in the darkness.
Afraid that they’d devour my limbs,
But they’ve since migrated into my head,
Some nights, I still lay in bed fearing for my life.
I see myself smirking in the mirror,
Holding a knife to my throat.
Others times, I’ve been thrown into holes
By Shadowy figures
Only to find
That I’ve been digging my own grave.
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
Dragon habits and life cycleThis document will be discussing the behavioural patterns and their life cycles of the species dragon Eudraco magnificus occidentalis and their potential benefit to the earth empire.Dragon habits and life cycle6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The dragon is predominantly a solitary creature, once it leaves it parents it will often live like this until it finds a mate and starts a family. but despite this is still retains the capacity for group living, such dragons do not prefer such a lonely life and will instead seek out other dragons that it has no intention of mating with or are not its parents to form a group. These groups range from everything from tribes with pack mentality to entire communities and everything in between, these groups will often work together to hunt for food and for protection.
Upon leaving their parents a dragon will spend some portion of its life being nomadic, moving from place to place, until it finds a home it wants to live in. some dragons may never find a home, preferring to spend their lives
.i will swallow.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
that white pearl
on my tongue
but i'll open up
for no one
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
CryingBaby cries for the mommyCrying1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Boy cries for the attention
Teen cries for the confusion
Man cries for the reality
Senior cries for the regret
Deceased cries for the living
No matter who we are
Powerful or weak
Happy or depressed
Rich or poor
Popular or alone
We all weep together
One way or another
Last Night I Committed SuicideLast Night I Committed Suicide, and I encourage you all to do the same.Last Night I Committed Suicide1 year 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.
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,
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?
A goodnight kissHe leans in for a kiss,A goodnight kiss7 months 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.
Next contestant~ AndleyI do not own Andy or Ashely. Trust me if I did A LOT more things would happen I also do not own the song next contestant, those rights go to nickleback.Next contestant~ Andley3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I judge by what he's wearing, just how many heads I'm tearing off the assholes coming onto him. Each night seems like it's getting worse.
I clinched my fists as I saw Andy come down the stairs in his outfit. He was wearing a ripped black tank top, leather pants that were cut on the sides with a ribbon criscrossing through to make a corset kind of style, and studded boots. His crystal eyes were lined heavily with kohl making them stand out, his lips were stained red and his hair was straightened to perfection. He looked beautiful. Just my luck.
And I wish he'd take the night off, so I don't have to fight off every asshole coming on to him. It happens every night he works.
"Ready to go?" He asked with a beautiful smile.
Unable to loveMy love was pureUnable to love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I only wanted
But my heart
Because my love
Like a piece of garbage
And now I'm unable
Because the shreds
Of my shattered soul
The Birth of Lemongrab I feel cold, weak. Lying on something hard and icy, my head resting on what feels like a stone. I can feel hands smoothing themselves ove my body, shaping me. I can feel the stuffy air on my skin.The Birth of Lemongrab4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Touching my face, something is added. I can smell now- smell the stench of rot and decay, waste. Something inside of me is sickened. I want nothing more than to slip back into nonexistence.
Cold liquid is poured onto my face. I can feel features forming, my skin stretching. All of a sudden, I can taste the air through thin lips, the taste of a sickly-sweet, spoiled world no sane person could ever accept.
Vision blurs to me, and my eyes snap open. The room is dark, grey, filthy. A sound escapes my throat, something that doesn't even sound human. In fear, I scream, my wide eyes darting around the room.
My eyes meet those of a hideous woman standin