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Thread: krazyshit

this one is kinda old... Red as fire mixed with blood Etched across this pale white skin Many times it drags over Nothing ever seems to fit Flies swarm around the room Waiting to eat their fill of flesh Maggots crawl along the corners The place is fucking full of shit Red as Fire mixed with blood, The pain stays for years and years Heart feels heavy, gross and empty Makes me want to tear it out Red as fire mixed with blood, Sprayed across the basement door Gasoline is flowing gently Like vomit spewed on the bathroom floor Sparks of life amidst the dark, Drop the match and watch it burn Red as fire mixed with blood Sirens screaming and blood boiling The scent of fire fills the air, Melting flesh and dusting hair Flies settle on the corpses Carving out their fresh cooked meal Melted maggots and curdled blood Nothing ever seems to fit.. just did this one The skies are black with plague The streets are full of corpses Entrails draped from trees Flesh sewn up for trophies Marching through the village Drinking in the death Blood stained faces smile Wreaking havoc on the rest
Thread: krazyshit

for philmaggot Wanna sleep but im scared to dream Wanna love but it ante what it seems All this hate and all this lust When will it all just turn to dust? Just want to be able to close my eyes Be able share my heart and love Without hiding the hurt and all this mess Things are happening that would prove me insane Everything in my head just seems inhumane Seems that no matter what happens Theres always some type of let down But we look towards the people whove helped us before Through riffs and chords, refrains and repeats The words they sing just in our minds they creep. So whenever we sit, and count our dismays In come those lyrics and theyre here to stay They remind us of who we are and they Tell us what they have to say Theres no hiding the fact of what we are And the fact is that we have the chance to go far The opportunity is there but we need to grab it Not just let it get away and hope youll find another fit Looking into the blackness, the deep dark decay You cant do this alone maggot, but you need to stay Hold onto something close your eyes and scream, we wont die Maggot, thats all you need Youve got hundreds of thousands at your side And nine gods of chaos leading the stride
Thread: krazyshit

I like your poems, babe. 3 We should try working on a poem together.
Thread: krazyshit

kiitos thanks. and i would love to 3
Thread: krazyshit

this is kind of shit.. but.. what ever.. i go by the saying 'why write if no one will ever see it?' not again.. So there I was, just passing by When you managed to catch my eye You noticed that you had me hooked As soon as I took that first look You wormed your way in through my eyes Dissected my brain and found a surprise The box that I kept away for so long Singing about you, a sweet sweet song You held that as bate as you wrapped around my spine Poking and prodding to see what else you could find Every time you came by, I felt you in my gut, When you touched me, I came out of that rut, Your words were so sweet, how could it ever be sour? Till now here I stand, completely devoured My spine feels like its dust, my mind is a bowl full of jelly, My guts empty as fuck, cuz the sinks full of vomit, My eyes are red as fire, cheeks soaking wet, It all happened so fast.. was it all totally fake?
Thread: Rocker's Life group RP

Basically this will be a roleplaying session of the player characters getting together to form a rock band. Does the band want to become rich and famous? Do they just want to play music? What is the band's behaviors like on and offstage? That's up to the players. Propose a character that would fit for the RP here using a format like this Name Age Part Preferred Genres Appearance Background etc. Part refers to what part the character plays in the band Lead Vocals, Lead Guitar, Drums, Bass, Rhythm Guitar, Keyboard, etc. or a staff member Manager, Sound Technician, Road Crew, Merchandise Salesman, Lawyer, etc. Feel free to ask questions, and hopefully we can get enough to start the RP proper!
Thread: [ageplay] and all that good stuff

go in trouble already go to get the hang of this forum
Thread: [ageplay] and all that good stuff

I need to stop being so impatient -
Thread: [ageplay] and all that good stuff

Indeed you do need to stop being impatient, there's also a rule about bumping your thread more than once a day or two.
Thread: [ageplay] and all that good stuff

Sent you a PM.
Thread: Alchemical musings (22Cable & runawayninja)

He wandered up to the front door of his friends home, ignoring the overgrown yard and peeling paint of the houses sagging and battered facade. He didn't bother tugging the earphones out, or even turning down the clearly audible heavy beat of the music. Slouching he leaned against the door bell, knowing his friends parents would be working helped with the decision. Dumping his backpack off his shoulder he twisted keeping pressure on the buzzer the entire while. Even though he was both curious, and even a little concerned at his friends absence the last couple of days, he felt no real worry that something bad had happened. The most likely explanation was a new enthusiasm. Enthusiasms had gotten them both in trouble before. Hey! You going to open the door or what! he yelled.
Thread: Alchemical musings (22Cable & runawayninja)

Yea, yea, hang on! Rafe answered the door and smiled, letting his friend in. Hello there, Alan. He smiled and stood back, shutting the door behind him. It's good to see you Alan...how long has it been? He had apparently lost all track of time since he had holed himself up in the house. I fear I don't know what day it is... Rafe looked disheveled. His silvery hair, normally short and well-kept was wild and his eyes were dark and sunken from lack of sleep. He was wearing a simple black tee and some denim shorts.
Thread: Alchemical musings (22Cable & runawayninja)

What you been doing Rafe?, he said as he entered and finally began removing his earphones. Alan kept on walking as he spoke heading to the back of the house and towards the cellar, where Rafe was sure to have been doing whatever it was hed been Doing. Its been like 4 days. Youve missed nearly a whole week. and Rafe its Friday. Well whats left of Friday anyway. What have you been doing? You havent been sick or anything?
Thread: Alchemical musings (22Cable & runawayninja)

Rafe looked genuinely surprised. Friday...? Already? He counted on his fingers and looked a bit shocked. Well...so it is. It doesn't matter! Remember that old book we found? The one with the strange symbols? Well the internet helped me out and I found it, its a book of alchemy! He lead Alan into the cellar and smirked a bit. The cellar now contained a lab with some strange smells coming from it. Ominous, multicolored lighting lit up the room in a strange way, casting an unusual light on the various liquids. Just be careful now...
Thread: Alchemical musings (22Cable & runawayninja)

Alchemy? Sure Rafe, Alan said with a snort. He peered through the odd lights at the transformed cellar. Certainly Rafe had gone all out this time. Hey man, whats your old man say about Alan paused in his question as the various smells finally caught up with him and lead to an explosive sneeze. Ahhhhhchhhoooooo! Damn! this place stink! he added taking a step further into the room. He staggered as he missed the step and actually knocked a beaker off a table. Luckily his reflexes were quick enough to catch it. Saved! He said spinning with a triumphant grin towards Rafe expecting serious telling off from his friend for carelessness. Behind him his back pack completed a short arc, knocking another beaker over and onto a simmering hotplate. Alan was still confused by his friends expression as the multi-coloured steam engulfed him.
Thread: Alchemical musings (22Cable & runawayninja)

Hit the deck! Rafe dived down as the steam was followed by a ghastly explosion, filling the area that Rafe managed to dodge from with a thick smoke and mottles of fluid. Rafe waited for the smoke to slowly dissipate before he slowly came out from under the desk. Alan! Alan are you ok?!
Thread: Alchemical musings (22Cable & runawayninja)

Alan struggled to consciousness. Something had happened Yeah Something that Rafe had been playing around with had sort of burst all around him. Thats when he noticed his frinds voice calling. Gnerrr, he mumbled in response. He felt weird as he struggled on to his hands an knees in the dissipating cloud of steam.
Thread: Alchemical musings (22Cable & runawayninja)

Rafe waved the thick cloud of mystery smoke aside as he moved forward to check on his friend. But the sight before him on hands and knees was something he was not prepared for. Al...Alan...? What was before him was something unusual, something definitely not his friend. It was practically bursting out of the shirt Alan had worn. Who...?
Thread: Rogue's Journal

It speaks for itself.
Thread: Rogue's Journal

RE A things Rogue! I absolutely lovesss it! 333
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RE A things Rogue! You know, Rogue, you should start saving these pictures and putting together a portfolio. Look for schools, see if you can't send it off and get in somewhere. oo You're freaky good.
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RE A things Rogue! I second that. Your style is very cutting edge. I can envision you doing high fashion models' makeup for the runway. This is reminiscent of that to be sure. 3
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RE A things Rogue! You certainly do. And the fact that you are able to do it on yourself says even more because I'd imagine that harder to do as opposed to on someone else.
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RE A things Rogue! Nope. You got it pretty much right, Rogue. Dead fucking on.
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RE A things Rogue! A-fucking-men.
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RE A things Rogue! I think I missed something...o.o
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RE A things Rogue! I love you, hun! You know where I am if you need me.
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RE A things Rogue! D'aw. That sounds good though. Even if the movie sucked. 3 Plus, make up is just amazing to play with.
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RE A things Rogue! I need to play with make up some more but I'm usually too busy. Eventually I'll get back into that flow. And I want to see that movie so badly. Fr srs.
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RE A things Rogue! Hope you feel better, pumpkin.
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RE A things Rogue! hugs Rogue tightly Much love, sweetie. My thoughts are with you both... 3
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RE A things Rogue! Noooo..... hugs Rogue I hope everything is all right, sweetheart... 33333 Also, for above..... I'd love to see outlined steps and such and possibly more requests. Would be pretty nifty.
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RE A things Rogue! I'm glad. I liked your first vid the wink and such were cute a lot. And excellent choice in Bjork for the music. I'll be sure to check out this newest one too.
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RE A things Rogue! She's also a liar. So don't believe what she says. Rogue is a great person, with a few rough patches like the rest of us. 3
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RE A things Rogue! Everything?
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RE A things Rogue! Why so, hon? What's up?
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RE A things Rogue! Holy moly! Well, you are sittin' pretty as far as talent goes. D Good job, doll!
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RE A things Rogue! Nice, Rogue!
Thread: Rogue's Journal

So, in the past twenty four hours, I've been an emotional wreck. Now, this isn't an excuse that I'm using, and I don't want it to seem that way. I have been aggressive and rude towards the wrong people, when the situation did not cause for it. I've said hurtful things towards people I care about for the wrong reasons, and it is extremely hard for me to apologize, but I am humble enough to do it when I am wrong. And so yes, I'm sorry. My assuming that I would be banned over something petty was immature, and it was wrong. And upset or not, I should have thought more clearly before I'd said it. I believe, whether or not I agree about it, that the moderator and the admin did what they felt they had to do for the site, and they did so peaceably and within reason. All I can do is apologize and hope that no one hates me at this point.
Thread: Basic Earthdawn Rules

3rd Edition Rule Changes While as of this time I have not read the official 3rd ed. rules, here is what I have found out. The Step dice have no D4 or D20. Also, since some dont like modifiers changing the Step instead of the dice rolls, both are optionalinterchangeable. However, one should be picked over the other and stick to it. 4 D6 5 D8 6 D10 7 D12 8 2D6 9 D8D6 10 2D8 11 D10D8 12 2D10 13 D12D10 14 2D12 15 D122D6 16 D12D8D6 17 D122D8 18 D12D10D8 19 D122D10 20 2D12D10 One major change I highly approve of is more flexibility with talents. In 1st edition, all adepts of a discipline has the exact same talents. In 3rd Edition, they take away one talent, but then allow a selection of talents to be picked. That is, instead of the same six talents for First Circle, all of a discipline has the same five talents, plus one more picked from a list. The First Circle talent Weapon History for the Weaponsmith and Second Circle talent Item History for the Troubadour is now the same talent. Greatly increase skill usage. Introduced summoning. This probably was in 1st edition, but I dont have that rulebook for it Combat is more detailed. I don't know if they combined what was in a portion of a chapter in 1st Ed. Companion, modernizing the rules to meet other more combat focused RPGs, or a combo of both.
Thread: Frisky aunt gets her way. [Amaya and Count]

Alexander heard the typical sound of shopping music, some bland mildly known band being played in the background. Something that was usually a badly covered of an epic classic, something that wasn't too loud and offended no body, he really disliked the neutrality of the music, it made no sense to him. He idly walked through the snacks isle of the large supermarket. He had seperated himself from his mom and his aunt for a moment, they had sent him to pick out something to snack on while his mom would make dinner tonight. Like on any regular Sunday evening, Alexander, his mother, and his aunt would get together to eat. Alexander was an only child, his mother a lonely mother, had rose Alex all by herself practically, since Alexander's father had left them when Alex had turned barely 5. Alexander's aunt, his mother's smaller sister, was still single, even though she was in her 30's. Alex had always wondered how that was possible, since he found his aunt to be extremely attractive. Alexander's mother herself was beautiful as well and maintained in great shape, but Alexander naturally never ever even thought of his mother in that way. Alexander himself had doted himself of the beauty genes. He was a tall and handsome young man of the age of 18. He was large and tall, of about 6'02 in stature. He had light creamy color skin complexion. Alexander's body was very fit from his regular exercising for his sports team. He had short oak brown hair, and a pair of dazzling blue eyes. His smile was perfect, he had spent two and a half years with braces after all when he was a sophmore. His back was large and wide, and his extremities thick. He was now wearing a grey shirt, and a pair of jeans with brown skating shoes. Alexander stood proudly looking at the shelf, he was still choosing between doritos and normal chips. Perhaps he had taken too much time and had not noticed. He hummed lowly as he looked for other varieties and brands, nothing seemed to pick up his attention just yet.
Thread: Frisky aunt gets her way. [Amaya and Count]

A smirk formed over her full pink lips as she sneaked up behind him, he was too focused on the varieties of snacks. Sandra was Alex's Aunt. She stood a nice height of five foot five inches, just one inch shorter than her sister, Lisa. Sandra wore tight light blue jeans that hugged her fit frame, she ran with her sister nearly everyday. She also wore a black v-neck shirt that hugged her curves some more. The dip in the V coming just low enough to give the eyes a nice view of cleavage. She had a nice bust and decent C cup breast size. She had a nice face, her deep hazel eyes attracted most people to her, though she was never really attracted to anyone else. Though, she did find Alex very attractive, his athletic build just drove her crazy. She loved to find ways to touch him. She had dark red hair that came down to her shoulders, though she had it dyed, usually she was a brunette, but she did look rather ravishing with red hair. She looked well for a 33 year old, though some makeup helped with that. She slid hands over Alex's eyes, Guess who? She asked playfully, saying it in Alex's ear, letting her breath linger on his skin for a little, pressing herself up against his back. She moved and stood beside him, her back to the shelves, Decide on what you want yet? She asked, sliding her hands into her pockets a little, her arms pressing against the sides of her breast, having her cleavage begging for attention.
Thread: New Craving: Anyone interested in a dark, adult-themed Harry Potter RP?

Bump Update Pairings I am open to Me being the OC HarryOC This one, I already have an interesting idea cooked up. SiriusOC Might need some brainstorming, but could work. DracoOC I am already doing a DracoOC RP, but I'm wiling to do another if it is varies from my other one. Again, I prefer darker themes with some romance. If you aren't willing to veer from the books, I'm probably not your gal. I get a little far-fetched in my ideas sometimes. However, I'd like someone who respects the books enough to enjoy a plot, even in the scenes without smut.
Thread: New Craving: Anyone interested in a dark, adult-themed Harry Potter RP?

Free Bump just because Harry Potter roleplays are awesome! Someone get this girl a Draco!
Thread: Enslaved  (DareToDream & Lilytania)

Devon Monk paced the living room quietly, his strides taking him from one side to the other quickly, the path repeated every few seconds. He wasnt nervous, or stressed, but he was anxious and when he was anxious about something, he tended to pace. Today was the day, when he would finally get that prize hed had his eyes on for sometime now. Of course, this was no ordinary prize either, nothing was every ordinary in Devons world, not with the kind of wealth he possessed. No, this prize was of the human variety or, more specifically, the human slave variety. Hed first seen her in the coffee shop, that place he went each morning to waste some money on a substandard drink, but then hed seen her other places too. She was often with friends but sometimes alone and hed watched her each time, his desire to have her growing more and more. So it was most fortunate when Devon learned of her families plight. Dad had a gambling problem and had racked up quite a debt to the wrong kind of people, debt that would get them killed. On top of that, the very daughter that Devon fancied was quite the brat, causing more than one problem at home. So it was rather easy to do what hed done, buy the girl from her parents he was a man used to getting what he wanted and for the right price, her parents had jumped at the chance to get rid of their pain in the ass daughter at the same time they got out of debt. Hed already wired them the money and now it was up to them. They were scheduled to bring her by in thirty minutes and he couldnt wait. Of course, what they were doing was illegal but that had never stopped Devon before he owned more politicians and public officials then he could count so there would be nothing to bar his way. With an exasperated sigh, he finally headed over to the bar and poured himself a stiff drink while he waited for her to arrive.
Thread: Enslaved  (DareToDream & Lilytania)

Where are we going? Arianna asked for the twentieth time. Her parents were stoic, her dad's face stern and emotionless, her mother's blank and calm. Neither of them answered. They were the ones who had insisted on her coming, and they wouldn't tell her where they were going? Her birthday wasn't soon, nor had it been recent. It wasn't Christmas. It wasn't graduation they'd already given her that present. What were they doing, and why? Their trip took them outside of the city, where Arianna continued to push to know what was happening. She looked at the bag beside her. They were going on some sort of trip, as her parents had asked her to pack some clothes and things to do. She'd brought her clothes and toiletries, her computer, her iPod, her cell phone, and a few books that weren't on her Kindle. She had noticed her parents' bags, and that made her more hopeful for a trip. What she didn't know was that the bags contained pillows, stuffing them full to look like her parents were coming with her. They finally pulled up to a large house with tons of land surrounding it. Arianna slowly climbed out, thinking that maybe they were at a country getaway for the weekend. She hefted her bag on her shoulder, biting back responses about how they knew she preferred the city and shopping for a weekend, not being out here, probably with no television and slow internet. Her parents each grabbed one of her arms as the girl brushed her red hair out of her face and settled her bag on her shoulder. She cried out in surprise, looking at them. What are you doing? she demanded. I can walk there on my own! Her dad gave her a look she'd never really seen on his face, one stern and confident. Quiet, Arianna. Even those two words startled her. She looked at him in surprise and stumbled up the steps to the front porch. Her mother rang the doorbell, and Arianna began to process what was happening. They were leaving her here. I'm not staying here! she yelled, trying to twist out of her parents' grips. This isn't fair! Dad! Mom!
Thread: Enslaved  (DareToDream & Lilytania)

As he took the final ship of the Jack Daniels glass he had poured himself, Devon heard the doorbell chime, bringing his body to instant attention. They were here and a glance at his watch said they were fifteen minutes earlier than expected. A grin slid over his face then, as he thought of the reception he was about to get from their daughter. Setting the drink down, he straightened his sweater and smoothed out his pants then headed for the front door. Passing through the parlor, he wound his way between the bookcases full of old and new books and into the central foyer, where his sure steps took him to the front of the house in no time. One thing about having the kind of wealth he did, it meant a really large home with the appropriate estate surrounding it, something he rather liked. Staring at the large wooden door, he took a deep breath and then reached for the handle, opening it. They stood on the huge front porch, a backdrop of circular stone columns behind them. The girl was standing between the man and the woman, who were clearly her parents, restrained by their hands. She had a bag slung over her shoulder and a look of pure anger on her face. He couldnt help but smile when he saw that she was going to be a feisty one, there was no doubt about that. Oh, what fun he would have breaking this one, he thought, one fun indeed. Welcome to my home he said as he opened the door and ushered them inside. Shutting it behind them, he took a moment to study her, the young women their daughter that had captured his attention for so long. His gaze swept over her nubile body from head to toe, taking the slow scenic route, before he smiled at her. Turning his attention to her parents then, effectively dismissing her from his gaze, he nodded. I see youre early but I dont mind. That means the money made it to your account as promised and Ill take possession of mine now. Reaching out, he wrapped a strong hand around the girls arm and hauled her towards him, breaking her parents grip immediately. Now, our contract is done. Leave my home now and never speak a word of this to anyone or else. Understood?