BethanyBethany was the girliest girl that you'd ever meet. Her strawberry blond hair always smelled sweetly of cinnamon and spice, her chubby dimpled cheeks were always rosy with blush and her moist little lips were always frosted with pastel pink lipstick. A little round diva that loved shopping, shoes and sugar, she was used to be being pampered like a big fluffy kitty. Her parents made sure that she never had to dirty her hands growing up, so she was a bit soft ball of fluff by the time she met her husband-to-be. They fell in love immediately, and knew they would never be apart. He knew that he would always want to be around to protect this giggly little cupcake.Bethany3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bethany grew into even more of a plump little pumpkin of a princess under Ted's care, so round and full that she looked like a sugar bun filled to bursting with sweet cream. Her perfumed cleavage tested the pink buttons of her fuzzy sweaters. Her pillowy belly settled onto her plush thighs.
Ruins of Xepsino, Part 1 "Come, come, not much further, yes?" The surprisingly spry, yet portly, Russian guide shouted in broken, stuttered English, as he motioned eagerly from ahead. Nora Berger chuckled lightly as she nimbly followed behind her guide. She looked at the gorgeous view of somewhere within the Altai Krai, located within Russia, and reflected on how she had arrived there...Ruins of Xepsino, Part 12 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Her somewhat uncharted spontaneous post-college trip had started out rather innocent- she was struggling to find a job with nothing more than a History degree, and after a few months of fruitless soul/job searching, her rather wealthy father had offered to pay for a majority of her travel expenses "as a reward for doing so well in college". Loosely inspired by one of her role models from days long passed playing original PlayStation Lara Croft games with her father, Nora found herself wanting to go mountaineering. And where better to do such an act than in th
Cassidy VII"Honey..." Cassidy complained in a sweet voice as a popped another chocolate in her mouth, "if you want me to get into my prom dress, you'd better let me firm up a little." She batted my hand away and stuck the chocolates under her bed. She got up and did a little stretch, giving me full view of that plumping ass. She yawned, "You'd best get back home, Katie's going to be here in a couple of minutes."Cassidy VII1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Alright," I said, getting up and stretching myself. "See you tomorrow, babe." I gave her a kiss and walked out the door. Going on my way down, I saw her mom hunched over her laptop. Her mom really had gained a lot of weight, Cassidy said her gradual uptick in fat had increased exponentially with some stress eating associated with work. We said hi to each other, as we usually did, "Sit down for a second, Mark."
"Alright." I said again. She asked a couple standard questions about our relationship, and then talked about me. "Hey Mark," she said, after about five minutes, "can you get me a s
Fire Emblem: The Fat Wives of YlisseMaribelle let out a soft coo as she watched the steam rise from their tea cups, a large plate of treats placed on the table in between her and Lissa.Fire Emblem: The Fat Wives of Ylisse2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Oh my, would you look at this assortment; why, I think this is the largest amount of chocolates and cookies we've received for our tea-time in quite a while! Decadent treats from nearly every corner of Ylisse! And not to mention that the tea smells exquisite! Thank you so very much for your hard work, Mable."
"You're welcome, mistress." the maid bowed her head before hurrying away, so that the two nobles could chat among themselves.
Lissa blew on the tea for a few seconds before tipping the cup back, taking a quick sip. "Mmm! It's so sweet! And I didn't even add any extra sugar yet!" the blonde giggled, before reaching over the table to grab a chocolate doughnut and a few packets of sugar.
Maribelle, who was busy packing her face with several squares of tiramisu, just bobbed her drill-haired head in silent agreement.
Lissa had a bite fro
Don't ever...Don't ever...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't ever think that I'll leave
I'll always stay
Don't ever think I don't trust you,
You're the only one I do trust
Don't ever think that I doubt you,
I never will
Don't ever think I don't care,
I care more today than yesterday
Don't ever think I don't love you,
I love you with all my heart
Don't ever hesitate to call me,
I'm always there for you
Don't ever think that I'm mad at you,
I never can be, I'm incapable
I love you. I always will
Bite Sized: Hoodies are Chub IncubatorsBite Sized: Hoodies are Chub Incubators 1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Karen dropped her backpack down with a mighty TWACK, not worried about it's heavy contents. Those books were sturdy. Unlike her legs, which felt like they'd give out any minute, shaking like jelly. A little too literal of a simile for Karen's taste as well.
More than a feeling, her thighs wobbled, shook, and pressed up together like gallons of pudding in a denim sack. Even her calves were several pints too full as well.
Panting heavily, Karen stumbled over to her bed and flopped on it, assaulting the springs in her mattress making them rebel for a few seconds. She groaned, facedown in her bed, short blonde hair splaying about her head, bangs slightly sweaty.
Using the stairs to get up to her dorm was supposed to help her trim up a bit. But if she tried that again she'd effing die. What was the point?
Adjusting her position, trying to spread out her legs for a stretch, Karen received a breeze up her back quite suddenly. Reluctantly, she slowly rotated her head to look into the mirror on
Love Live! WG: The Nine Chubby MusesNozomi Tojo had always been considered the largest girl of her school idol group, μ's (Muse), but that had always been concerning her bust size, not exactly her waistline. She was a big girl, but in the 'right ways', and she had plenty of curves to show for her age. However, as she stared long and hard at the scattered uniform buttons around her feet, and her plump lips bent into a frown, she realized that her unspoken title was no longer going to refer only to her generous bust. If anything, her breasts would soon pale in comparison to this giant, globular gut that seemed so content in sloping over her skirt. The purple-haired third-year gave her belly a few light pokes, as if she were still curious about the thing, even though it had been steadily developing over months of repeated yakiniku and meatbun consumption. Her breasts had soaked up some of the fat, bulging as they were from her bra, and her legs were tapered at the hip, but most of it had settled snugly into her abdomenLove Live! WG: The Nine Chubby Muses1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
depression.with thunder criesdepression.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and lightning eyes,
she crawls inside,
darkening my mind
as we entwine,
and every time,
i'm open wide.
Admiring Harry Potter (opposite of making fun of)Harry Potter is not exactly irreplaceable.Admiring Harry Potter (opposite of making fun of)8 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Harry Potter is hardly a classic.
Harry Potter doesn't hold a candle to greater works of fiction.
Harry Potter was just a lucky score.
My name is Makingfunofstuff, and I have read all the Young Adult Fantasy books in my library. You will not find another book like Harry Potter. You will not.
Let's talk about opinions.
Whether or not we enjoy something is an opinion. The intrinsic quality of an object is not.
And there are a lot of things about Harry Potter that deserve great respect.
I don't want to say the series is taken for granted, as it is obviously appreciated by many people. But I do believe that for the most part, we don't actually realize what the crucial elements are that set this story apart and raise it above the average work of YA fiction.
I don't know if J.K Rowling is a genius, or just had very good instincts about how to tell a story, but she comes across as a master at avoiding many mistakes that other autho
Girl meets BoyShes the girl who talks to her reflection in the broken glass of her mirror,Girl meets Boy6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Hes the boy who carves his songs into the underside of his wrist.
They call her crazy, and they call him a mess.
They couldn't be more wrong.
She dances with the butterflies as he sings with the lightning bugs.
They have only met in their dream worlds.
Led by their winged friends, they meet in a clearing.
The moonlight reflects from her golden hair into his bright green eyes.
Her heart pounds as he steps closer.
He is drawn to her as if by some magnetic force.
No words have to be spoken as they gaze into enlightened eyes.
The second they saw each other,
She was his missing piece,
He was her other half.
If only their dreams could be their reality.
the blight of punny mornings...i woke with poetic hungerthe blight of punny mornings...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
gnawing at my ample belly.
i searched and began to wonder
what became of all the jelly.
i asked my muse, 'what shall i use
upon this morning's sacrement?'
glass raised she replied, 'drink some juice
and have a toast with enjambment.'
Who am I? "I am me.."Who am I?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who ever that may be.
Made by a world,
Not easily understood.
I am what I am.
Of race ethnicity or a sexuality.
Heather"Darn it all!"Heather9 years ago in Erotic More Like This
Heather turned around in front of the mirror and scowled at her reflection. At seventeen, a girl was supposed to have filled out some. Despite all her hoping and wishing, however, Heather remained as flat as a board.
"The problem," said her friend Shelly helpfully, "is that you're so thin. Your metabolism is so high that your body never has a chance to store any fat before it all gets burned away."
"So what do you suggest?" asked Heather.
Shelly shrugged. "I dunno. I guess you could try to eat more, but I can't see what good that would do for you. You already eat loads and you're thin as a rail. If I ate half as much as you did, I'd be as big as a house."
Shelly rolled over on the bed and turned her attention back to her magazine. Heather couldn't help but feel just the tiniest twinge of jealousy. Even though Shelly complained frequently about her weight, Heather envied her
Look for the GirlLook for the girlLook for the Girl6 years ago in Other More Like This
With hazel-lit eyes
She can't read your mind
But she sees through your lies
She's the one always up at night
Singeing her fingertips to music
Tapping through the beats
and the holes in her heart
Sewing together, what has fallen apart
Syncronized to the tune
She sits up again
And faces the day in a storm of smiles
A couplet of winces
Some trail behind her, snapping what's mended
In her skin-held stitches
And she knows
That they need be redone
Omegaverse Complete GuideOmegaverse Complete Guide9 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
- What You need to know -
Earth States(FALLOUT): Earth's rich history is overshadowed by it's nuclear Holocaust that occurred in 2077AD. Centuries after the nuclear war earth has created a space program to establish itself as a space power. Brand new to galactic politics, the Earth Alliance has been accepted into the Citadel Council where it is able to aid the Council against dangers that the Covenant, Helghast, or terminus system brings to them.
Currently, the Systems Alliance are the Citadel's first line of attack and defense against the Covenant and Helghast empires. The Systems Alliance eagerly accepted this, believing that it is the only way to prove they're value to the Citadel Council.
Systems Alliance(MASS EFFECT): The united representative body for Earth states. Because Earth governments are so decentralized, the Systems Alliance acts as the single uniting entity. They are backed by every major earth state and corporat
Constructive Criticism"Tell me what you think."Constructive Criticism3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Of the poem?"
"No, of my face. Yes, the poem."
"I was going to say, because your face is just stupid."
"Very funny. Read."
"What did you think?"
"Why did you write this?"
"I wrote it for you."
"You make me self conscious when you say things like that."
"I'm not worth this you know."
"What does that mean?"
"I am half a girl, and I deserve half a poem."
"That is not true, and you still haven't told me what you really thought about it."
"It's as broken and complex and half hearted as a sad song about the way you feel ink trail between your fingers like it's blood. There is no reason for it, it's the kind of beautiful that is there just for being there. It happened, it's a moment in time forever frozen and to be remembered in a way that candles that burn in holy places should be. It's a forever, all by itself- Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Because you believe you deserve half a poem."
"I do. I am too damaged and broken an
RC: Ice Bucket Challenge?"So why don't you sleep?"RC: Ice Bucket Challenge?1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
They kept having the most random of meetups outside of the apartment, more often than not by the bulletin board. Faith went there every day, even after the Cenotaph had been updated and stalled, even after Ascot's flyer put back up in spite of damage. Trodes went there every morning to see if something had been updated, because as a Division Leader he needed to know what was on the board. As the days wore on, the bags underneath Trodes' eyes became a little more pronounced, as were Faith's -- but hers were most definitely not as bad as his.
"Because sleep is for the weak."
It was his answer, and the blonde found herself lifting a brow, and then snorting. "That's quite a stupid answer," she told him, looking back at the board for any new flyers. Luckily enough for her, the bags beneath her bright green eyes weren't easily seen, even by the raptor blues that Trodes owned. Trodes crossed his arms and snorted in response. Whenever the two seemed to be around each
Tainted AngelHiding in the corner,Tainted Angel11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With his wings tucked in,
Tears in his eyes,
And cuts in his skin,
He once was innocent,
At some point in time,
Because of his scars,
He's no longer divine,
His wings are withered,
His arms rest on his knees,
His tears run down,
As fast as his wrist bleeds,
Do you see him,
Hiding over there,
Are you going to act,
Like you don't care,
In torment and tears,
He does dwell,
We cannot help,
This Tainted Angel...
RC: Nothing But LadybugsThe camp had a heartbeat of metal echoes.RC: Nothing But Ladybugs1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Perhaps because of its location in the middle of the technological country, the capital of all AI companies and then some. A world of no nature, of industrialization, of dirt, humidity, starvation waiting to happen. The ragged way people turned up in camp, the way they moved about as if in awe of living soon all disappeared into the same look and movement on everyone. Hien was not suited for a mass amount of people in it like now, it was not suited to be a last ditch home to people escaping destruction. People stopped counting their blessings for living and ended up counting the days until they no longer woke up from sleep, or dropped dead where they stood.
It was a quiet agreement that Healthcare would take care of the dead as much as the living -- but with a sudden influx of survivors arriving all at once, the task was gifted instead to the more able bodied division of Vanguard. The trek of even steps toward the bulletin board to check the KI
F-59A Sabre II SpecificationsF-59A Sabre II Specifications3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
F-59A Sabre II
The F-59A Sabre II is an advanced 5.5 generation medium weight stealth fighter designed for air superiority. It is powered by a single PDT-60 variable cycle engine that produces 40,000-60,000 lbf (18,143.69-27,215.54 kgf) of thrust via a 2 dimensional thrust vectoring nozzle. This advanced engine can propel Sabre II to a maximum speed of Mach 2.4 at 30,000 ft (9,144 m) while providing efficient cruise performance. Agility is on par with the F-22A Raptor due to the 2D nozzle and very large control surfaces and wing area.
Dimensions & Capacities:
63 ft (19.2 m)
47 ft (14.32 m)
12 ft (3.66 m)
2, Pilot, WSO (2 seat models)
22,000 lbs (9,979 kg) empty
55,000 lbs (24,947.6 kg) MTOW
45,000 lbs (20,411.6 kg) TCW
Internal Fuel Capacity:
18,000 lbs (18.143.7 kg)
2,666 gallons (10,092 L)
Mach 2.4 (1,416 kts, 1,629 mph, 2,623 km
OC and FC text profile templateStuff you should include in your character profile along with a filled template!OC and FC text profile template5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Alias: Their superhero or supervillain title or unique codename
Group / Alliance Affiliation(s): Is it Young Justice? The Super Galaxy Princess Alliance? Evil Brotherhood of Evilness? Somewhere else? What group do they work for or are allied with?
Secret ID: Real name if they wish to reveal.
Age: We're aiming for teens (13-19), but they can be older or younger
Gender: Male, Female, Masculine, Feminine, Transgendered, Androgynous, Non-gendered?
Nationality: Earth country? Alien? Mixed ancestry? You can also put in ethnicity (e.g. Canadian, but is Vietnamese descent)
Hair Type: Long, short, wavy, messy, curly, etc.
Skin Color: You can also describe their skin type if it's unique
Physical Description: Slim, athletic, chubby, muscular, greasy, etc.
Shibari Haiku RengaShibari Haiku Renga7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
my weight settles-
shadow on the wall-
a sapling's quiver
herons take flight
the rope master's
work of art
NOCT Pre-Round 4 Extra: IncertusNOCT Pre-Round 4 Extra: Incertus2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Three days. Three more days to Round 4.
"You know, when Orpheus said you're needlessly cruel, I never believed him."
Her voice was the only one to pierce the chill silence.
"Not for once, did I ever doubt you're actually a kind person on the inside."
Every passing second brought them to the due date.
"Not even when you're here, telling me that my death in the coming round is the most desirable outcome,"
"You won't have to die, I'll forfeit the match for you."
He couldn't bring himself to look at her, he had no right to. Those who condemn their own Pokemon to death -and will it, without even any intention to survive- simply had no right.
"...hey. I told you last night, didn't I?"
No voice, save for Titania's, was able to break the ice-cold tension that froze the air. Nothing else seemed to matter in a certain man's conflicted mind. Anxiety and worry brought sweat to his fingertips, and uncertainty was the theme