Tickling On The Plane (True Story)'Been a while since I've had to flex any muscle, but I didn't want to leave my viewers hanging - especially one of them who was adamant on me granting a personal fantasy of his. It's not going to be one of my usual anime-related stories, but a personal experience of one of my friends in real life that told me about it. Hope you enjoyTickling On The Plane (True Story)1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Moria wasn't having as much pleasure as she thought she'd have with this family vacation. The 18 year old teenager was currently sitting on a plane, attached to a very tight seat buckle on her pelvis, next to a complete stranger. Apparently, they didn't have any seat tickets that were right next to each other, so her relatives were outright dispersed in each row. Granted, Moria was thankful that she wasn't seated with one of her irritating brothers, but being by someone you don't know could be quite uncomfortable for many.
A few hours have passed since she initially arrived to first class and they weren't remotely halfway to their destination.
Dreamformdreamform = A thoughtform personality that was created via intense day dreaming, often appears in lucid dreams, and communicates with the creator host most often and strongest within sessions of day dreaming or within dreams.Dreamform1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
A thoughtform is a manifestation of the consciousness of an individual or group. These are thoughts or hallucinations that become seemingly real or actually real. Types of thoughtforms would include tulpae, yidams and egregores.
I have decided that I am a dreamform. A dreamform is a special type of thoughtform created within day dreams or dreams.
Characteristics of a dreamform:
1. Begins as an imaginary being such as a role playing character, literary character, imaginary friend or imagined persona.
2. The creator becomes very fond of the imaginary being, even infatuated or obsessed.
3. The imaginary being becomes the subject of
That One Trick You DidI remember this thing you used to do with your mouth. Where you would move it and the word "I love you" would spring out.That One Trick You Did1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
What neat tricks you used to be able to do.
You used to perform this trick on rare occasions, only when both of us were feeling cheerful and gay. I would then stand awestricken as I applauded you and commended you, how brave and talented you were in performing a trick such as that. It was truly incredible.
But then my compliments grew to reach your head and you performed the trick more and more. My applause sounded less fruitful but far duller to my ears, and so I did it less in hopes you would as well. Yet your trick happened more and more, more aggressive and less extravagant. You did it on multiple occasions: whether we were happy and ecstatic or not.
You became upset at my lack of involvement and would demand that I clap, that the trick was for me. And in response I would only look at you, seeing you glower with rage and confusion.
It’s funny how tricks be
the hushed click of a ballpoint penWhat if one day, when I'm alone and holding this scarred pen between my teeth as if it were a cigar, I simply fell forward and felt it slide down my throat; I'm no practised street performer, my throat not ready to take a blade. I know that a pen is not a blade but it's twice as sharp and needle thin, precise in its willingness to dissect, and I can already see the ribbons that my innards would be cut to if I swallow, if I were to lean back to allow the underside of my chin to meet the sun as I choked, as I was torn apart from within.the hushed click of a ballpoint pen3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
First LoveThere she was. Long glistening strands of dark and light coloured hair mixed underneath the light of the moon. The white of her body shone glowingly, illuminating a small radius around her almost like an extraterrestrial being.First Love1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
She arrived today, I escorted her around our place. She was a foreigner, so she wasn't used to our tongue. 'Guten morgen', I had tried to use that phrase towards her, the only phrase of German that I knew of besides cussing. However the only response that was invoked was nervous glances towards the floor or a quick turn to the side. That was uncalled for, did she perhaps hate me? Did I do something wrong? Was my pronunciation off? I was only trying to be nice, since I heard she had a rough ride getting here.
Noticing my presence, she tilted her pretty little head towards me, her hair in turn flowed upwards enchantingly. I gave a quick nod, acknowledging her. Then, without noticing I reach out towards her beckoning bright golden auburn hair. It was soft
Being His MomBig blue eyes watch the world around them with an innocent curiosity. A little boy in a constant state of learning: sights and sounds all so new and intriguing. Point and babbling as people walk past; he has an imaginary conversation with everyone. He lives in his own little world, surrounded by the interactions of another. While some pause only briefly at his attempts communicate, others stop and comment on his appearance and actions, referring to them as ‘adorable’. I cannot help that my child has an outgoing personality, but he knows he is cute and is not afraid to use it to make someone’s day.Being His Mom2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
For myself, I simply smile and nod, knowing everything they say is just a reiteration of what I already know. My son, a true blessing, is above average for babies in various respects. We certainly don’t flaunt it, but when my little boy is more outgoing than I, it is often hard to stay out of those sorts of conversations. Of course I am biased, being his mother, but my
For DylanCouldn’t be perfect timing for Best Friends Day to be today. I mean, considering, just about a year ago I met mine. Dylan has meant so much to me throughout this year. Since getting into Mixels, he has brought me to the wiki, brought me to Twitter, and brought tons of happiness in my life.For Dylan1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
He consoles when I’m upset, teases me in good nature, and is looking out for me. I have called him my best friend and my honorary younger brother. He is smart, he is funny, he is sweet. And I am glad he is my best friend.
MemoryI shall now entertain you with a little story from my memories~Memory2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I sat on the bed in the very bright hospital room, staring intently at the female doctor that stood in front of me. The light glinted off of her name card, making it impossible to read. She was asking about the flavor of my knock out gas. “Which flavor do you want? We have bubble gum, cheery-“
I cut her off with a happy cheer. “Bubble gum!” The sound of the assumed sweet flavor made me smile and I felt my mother rub my small hand with her thumb. The doctor chuckled as she handed me a plastic mask. I stared at it.
“This will go over your mouth and nose,” she said, putting her hand on mine and leading it to my face, “just like this.” My eyes fluttered as just the feeling of the plastic against my face fooled my brain into thinking it was going to be knocked out.
She chuckled as I began to sink into the pillow behind me. “It’s not on yet!”
Not Your Usual Casual MealToday's adventure took us to one of the restaurants that offers discounts “All Day” Monday through Wednesday, and at restricted times on Thursday and Friday. It's a deal we've taken advantage of on more than one occasion, so I can say without prejudice that it's usually not a problem.Not Your Usual Casual Meal2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Our journey began with the manager telling us to “enjoy our meal” as the hostess led us away from the front to the table. Because I don't like to wait for the menu to be brought to me – and you have to ask to see the discount menu – I snagged a copy laying on the counter at the front as we passed by. I'm glad I did, because our waitress seemed to have forgotten that casual dining is not the place to have existential debates over the meaning of “Wednesday” and how it applies to the world at large... and whether it indeed exists as separated from “Thursday”.
Still, once we clarified that it is indeed “Wednesday” to her, the waitr
Writers of Our GenerationWilliam ShakespeareWriters of Our Generation2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Edgar Allen Poe
Both of these writers have not been forgotten even centuries after their death. Their names are branded into our memories because of the impact of their literature has on us. The words they solemnly wrote is what made them stay remembered throughout history. Their memories are deep inside their words.
What about us, the writers of our generation? Will any of us be remembered in the impending future? Will our memories cling to our words? We only live once and what’s the point if we won’t be remembered for doing the thing we all love the most?
We just need to keep writing. Do you think William Shakespeare or Edgar Allen Poe feared not being remembered? Doubtful. They still wrote on and on, and both slowly became successes. We can seize our moment just like them, it may take years to do so, but eventually we can.
We are the writers of our generation. Our memories will live on in our literature just like all of the other greatest writers. We
The Ultimate RPG Experience (Video Game GT/GTS RP)Welcome to the lush and beautiful lands of Enjeru Kai bājon 1. 0: Sekai no kyodai on'na , a world of exploration, strength and adventure await you. Beautiful scenery, secrets on every level and the power of size alteration effects those that can accept the challenge! Once you enter into the world of Gaia, you'll never want to quit, now go! Face off against the giant bosses and make your way to the end to face off against the Void Mistress!The Ultimate RPG Experience (Video Game GT/GTS RP)3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Rules of the RP:
This is an Open World RP, upon spawning your created character can head anywhere within the world. The levels will be easy or hard depending on how you do them or what the order of levels you do is. However, should you want to get the proper experience it's recommended to go the normal wayIt's also recommended that you make a female character seeing as this is a GTS RP, be sure to use this skeleton sheet below that I have taken from another RP that belonged to :iconChaosKnightXZ:Male Characters are indeed available f
Front Porch NightsIs it going to rain for forty days and forty nights on and off? I sure hope not, my job’s weather permitting. It’s late in the night and the rain is taking a power nap as the remnants from the earlier cats and dogs flood the alleyway for cars to hydroplane upon. I always wanted riverfront property! There was two stars originally when I started writing this, but now they’re gone, why is that? Did they get sick of watching me write or did a rude cloud step in front of them? It’s hard to tell when the sky is pretty much a maroon brown.Front Porch Nights3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I always wanted an enclosed porch; they seemed wonderful to have. With a stubborn landlord who can’t maintain the required repairs that age has created, it’s a pain to have one. No screens; it’s either the window is opened or closed. Hotter than hell in the summer and as cold as Alaska in the winter. There can be a fine balance during the summer nights while spring and fall wait their turns. It’s
MorningDarknessMorning3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Why was I even awake at this hour? What hour was it? The stillness of the room was all I could hear, until the AC unit kicked in again and the air started moving. The hum of the fans pushing air through the vents was now the white noise of the night, or morning. Carefully rising to sit up, blanket bunched around my waist, my attention flicked to the grunt beside me. There he was, the man I loved, laying on his side, facing away from me as usual, his comfy position, figure barely seen by the little light that slithered in through the closed blinds. I pulled the blanket up more to cover his shoulders as the AC shoved cold air into the room, after all I'd hate for him to wake up from being cold.
No really what time was it?! With a light groan of my own I reached to the side of the bed, grabbing my phone and pressing the lock button. The dimmed screen awoke with the time, 3:30am. Insomnia was what my mind's voice hissed in disdain. With a huff I lowered myself back down to
Play-Dough SmashersAll is fair in love and war--Play-Dough Smashers1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
So, let love be messy
fluttering, fireworks scratching the skies with
unknown sparks that give words meaning
and add definition to life.
The rules of love are some of the few I've ever broken.
My life has been a series of coloring in the lines,
photographing reality carefully,
cutting and pasting the mistakes--
Blending all the right pieces into one linear artistry.
Love wasn't messy for me.
Until I met you:
A kid-at-heart who came at my perfect lines like that
jerk in kindergarten who wanted to mix the colors of the play-dough, then leave it all out to dry.
You created a million worlds and watched them crumble into bits of salt.
you'd say, "Letting go is part of loving; but I'd rather never lose than love."
You played to win.
You're the sorest loser I've ever met.
Since then, I've faced many sand-castle kicking, play-dough trashing, hellions.
But, I play along anyway, and try to keep life in ordered lines--which you know
Your Mascara is RunningHer name was Jerry.Your Mascara is Running1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Jerry was a fashion design student at the university.
I had seen her around campus.
She was in two of my classes.
I first met Jerry up close when she was trying to fix something on her car.
I offered to help.
Jerry turned wearing a tight fitting shirt and I saw instantly.
Jerry was a man.
In fact a very beautiful man whose mascara was now running down her cheeks in the summer heat.
At first I was taken aback inwardly.
But I knew Jerry picked up on it.
"Sorry. I didn't know." I said meekly.
"It's okay" Jerry responded. "If you don't want to help....I under..."
Jerry never finished that sentence when I nudged by to see into the engine compartment to find the problem.
Old cars are my favorite. What I learned on.
I fixed the coil wire which had come off.
Jerry eyes lit up...."Thank you, Thank you!" suddenly kissing me on the cheek then just as suddenly embarrassed.
I smiled back.
Not the least bit embarrassed.
I never saw Jerry's world or life as unusual.
It was her lif
Through my eyes. 9th grade is a time when your world get a little bigger. The past is the past, now I'm going to be more responsible for my life.Through my eyes. 1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Because of Homestuck...Hello! I saw a post by http://saevuswinds.deviantart.com/ that made me want to do one of theseBecause of Homestuck...8 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Because of Homestuck (created by Andrew Hussie), I now..
- run away from buckets or giggle hysterically when anyone holds one up
- use irony a whole lot more
- Have over thirty-three new inside jokes. And counting.
- say "all the (blank). All of it" waaaaaaaay too much.
- when I want to exaggerate something in a text or email, I use eight of the same letter. Like the example above >;;;;D
- type in L33TSP34K a lot >:] (thanks TZ)
- I almost never curse, but when I do it under my breath, I normally say "f***a$$". Thanks, Karkat!
- sing the Squiddles Song in the car. Or to my friends. Or in class. Or... nevermind....
CHAPTER 1: A Nap to Remember “NO!” I suddenly yelled, grabbing the entire class’ attention.CHAPTER 1: A Nap to Remember1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
“Let me guess,” My best friend Alice started. “You have been playing otome games all night long in pursue of a certain guy. And now when you were finally about to beat his route, your PSP’s battery died on you.” Ouch! She he the nail on the head, though it was to be expected. After all Alice was not only my best friend, but also the class genius.
“Awww, what’s wrong otaku? Virtual boyfriend dumped you?” Asked a smug voice from behind. Oh joy! If it wasn’t bad enough I had to drag myself out of school with zero hours of sleep only to have my PSP fail me, I now had to go into boss battle. I swiftly turned around, finding myself face to face with the demon king. Also known as Erik.
My rivalry with Erik first started in kinder garden when he called otome games “lame”, and then proceeded to throw my game in the school foun
A sunscreen covered heroA sunscreen covered hero2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Over a desert, two ponies in a yellow barrier were travelling. One was a unicorn stallion called Caution, the other was a pegasus stallion called Cyniquote. Caution had created the barrier and Cyniquote was flying and pushing it from the inside. Caution asked:"Why do we have to go to Appleoosa again?"
"I already told you, my girlfriend went there last weekend as a tourist and forgot something important. She asked me to get it for her."
"And why did you ask me to tag along?"
"Because this is faster and cheaper than using the train."
"She didn't even say what it was and you went to get it... can't tell if that's loyal or stupid.
"I asked her and she said she couldn't tell me and that it will all make sense when I get that thing. I wanna know what it is."
"Fine, let's just get it over with. The desert sun isn't exactly healthy.", Caution said as he pulled sunscreen out of his saddlebag.
When the two ponies were near the town, Caution lowere
Ask an AmericanThere are a lot of misconceptions and preconceived notions about us Americans that aren't too flattering. So I thought it would be a good idea to let people from OTHER countries ask us Americans some questions. So if you DON'T live in America, feel free to ask us what's on your mind. If you live in America, feel free to answer to the best of your knowledge!Ask an American1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Let's have fun with this!
A, B.year A.A, B.1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
A girl that loved stuffed animals and her little game, and was always smiling enters the school.
She was optimistic about how the year would go, excited to meet her friends.
The school year starts to get rough, with the girl losing control of herself and yelling and calling out, and causing hatred and bitterness towards her.
Only one person will go up and talk to her, and this person happened to be an abusive friend.
She sometimes arrived to her parents' cars crying and they would have to confront whatever situation was going on, but at home she wiped away the tears and visited the website she loved to go on, talking to those she unfortunately could not meet in person. She rarely cried over anything and loved to draw cats, despite being quite mediocre at it.
One day her friend saw her drawing a cat, and made fun of her for it. The girl ignored it and continued drawing. That afternoon lunch happened, and she was heading to the cafeteria holding her favorite water bottle, with he
Mix hypno Session(READ DESCRIP)Ok Hun get comfortable.Mix hypno Session(READ DESCRIP)1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
And when you do. I want you to take a deep slow breath.
Heh. cute. Now take another deep breath in.
Let it out.
As you do. Continue to focus on my words.
Another deep breath in.
Notice how my words start relaxing you,
Let the breath out.
Your body starting to feel tingly.
Take another deep breath in.
Hold it for a moment.
Let it out.
Continue to breath in and out, effortlessly.
My words help you relax.
And as you relax you go deeper
And going deeper makes you feel good.
And the more you feel good, the more you want to read my words.
Making it become a gentle, relaxing circle.
Or better yet.
A spiral that spins around and around.
Holding your attention.
Because you've seen them before
My spiral is a white and blue one
Blue to calm you
White to keep you safe
It's spinning in your mind
You can feel it making your thoughts more heavy
but also far away
It's so relaxing isn't