Marceline and PB Vore StoryBased on an RP with :iconhakulikuriku:Marceline and PB Vore Story10 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Wow, Marceline, isn't this place interesting?" Princess Bubblegum said.
"Yeah, sure, whatever" Marceline shrugs. "It seems kinda boring to me" Marceline responded, floating around lazily, yawning from the sheer boredom.
"Come on, be positive for once in your life." the princess said with a sigh.
"How about be interesting for once, brain lord" she snapped back
"At least I have brains!"
Marceline blushed, and got angry. "I totally have brains!" she shouted, grumbling to herself and crossing her arms
"Sure. You also heed to lose some weight. Getting a little chubby..." PB said, staring down at Marceline's squishy midsection, disapprovingly, her shirt starting to ride up a bit
Marceline reached under her t-shirt, gripping a single pale grey roll of fat in her hands. "Ugh, you're right" she moaned. "I really need to lay off the red" her blush intensified.
"And the people. I only ate one person, she was such a kid." the princess said.
Vore Tournment Hinata vs SheikVore Tournment Hinata vs Sheik9 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen! We're giving you a intriguing yet stimulating competition this nightfall. It's the vore battle of the shinobis! Here on one behalf, we have the lovely Hinata, the Konohagakure Ninja and heiress of the Hyūga clan!"
A girl with long navy blue hair appeared from one side of the stadium, donned in a lavender and white-hooded-jacket along with pants that was the same color as her hair. She wore sandals that had short heels and seemed to have a forehead protector around her neck. A shy yet confident look slowly appeared on her face as she waved to the crowds.
"And, for our other competitor, we have the mysterious member of the Sheikah tribe Z- I mean, Sheik!"
A rather androgynous figure appeared from the far side of the stadium, wearing a tight outfit. Their entire face was covered in wrappings, except for a small portion, revealing well-groomed blond hair and a pair of intense red eyes. They strummed a harp gently, producing a soft, gentle melo
Rapture: Part 2 prologuePart 2: PrologueRapture: Part 2 prologue4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Father, I am writing this diary so Mother doesn't find it. No one remembers paper down here, or
they have trouble finding it. Father, I miss you. Mother is trying to "break" something. She calls it
my "conditioning," but there is no conditioner here. Rapture has turned to shambles since you...you...
Andrew Ryan is dead and his son was the one who killed him! Apparently he "had to" or something,
but then he tried to kill Frank Fontaine! My Sisters saved him though when he was injured.
Yes, my Sisters. I sense them, all of them. Father, I want to bring you back. But until then, I am
trapped here and living my life through my Sisters.
I don't know how long it's been since I saw you Father. All I know now is I see Rapture as how it truly
is. I do not feel the need to drink ADAM anymore, but I still need it to survive. Mother has a plan, I
know it. I can see it every time she approaches me with the needle.
Father, I do not like it. I feel how much older I am. I feel...wr
Rapture 1-5As Terra had predicted, Tenenbaum figured out fairly quickly that she was in another world. Unfortunately, she didn't handle it as well as Terra had thought she would. She shut herself up in the library for a day, doing frantic research. Due to her mumblings about height, Eraqus figured it might have to do with how the Land of Departure was set up; in addition to the fact it was another world.Rapture 1-54 years ago in Drama More Like This
She emerged at the end of the day to ask his forgiveness. Aqua was playing in her room -it was very pink- and Eraqus was dispassionately watching her.
"Now do you see why I would have rather you did not come?" Eraqus demanded, ignoring Aqua trying to get his attention. Tenenbaum noticed though, and sat down in a chair, then gestured for Aqua to walk over. Aqua refused and hid behind Master Eraqus. "Why is she acting like this?" he asked.
"Little Sisters are programmed to hate and fear maternal figures. Part of the reprogramming will get her to trust women again. You heard her say how 'Mommy is a
The Old God, Savitrॐ भूर्भुव: स्व: तत्सवितुर्वरेण्यं ।The Old God, Savitr4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
भर्गो देवस्य धीमहि, धीयो यो न: प्रचोदयात् ।।
The wind blew sand into your nonchalant soul,
and your heart coughed. I entered the circle
at night, and I was consumed by fire. I did not
know of you then. I have fractured myself into
a thousand souls: but they are all whole, for I did
see you in my absence. Yet you? - you
were sailing, and your head was
full of water light.
I was significant when your mother poured out water
in a copper pot from a balcony; water, which
caught and held the moon, and then spilled over
with a quiet radiance. You wondered whether
the moon l
OCT Guide: Hosts, Judges, and CompetitorsContents:OCT Guide: Hosts, Judges, and Competitors3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
-Qualities for a Good Host
-Qualities for a Good Judge
-Qualities for a Good Competitor
-General Tips for Running an OCT
-General Tips for Competing in an OCT
Believe it or not, being a host isn't as great as you might think. Being a judge is no better. Often times people create an OCT without putting forethought into what they're committing to, which is why so many OCTs usually end up abandoned or never getting off the ground.
Qualities for a Good Host
+While anyone can make a group and start up an OCT, here are a number of things you should consider before doing so.
-Time: Being a host requires having lots, and lots of free time. You may think that the biggest aspect of time is spent on judging, but that's far from truth. Hosts are constantly answering questions, making sure things are submitted to correct folders, posting updates, organizing events, planning, and dealing with members. The audition phase is by far the most taxing part of th
La loba se marchoLa loba se ponía de pie, se marcha,La loba se marcho9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
El lobo la observa, ya se va
Él sabe que no va a volver al cubil
Él sabe que no la vera más huir
Todo acaba para los dos.
El tiempo pasa, dos años
Su loba ya se marchó, no está con él
Ahora está triste, solo le queda él,
Su cuerpo, el de un lobo destrozado
Por la soledad que dan noches de cazador
Solo piensa en matar, destrozar y mordedor
Elimina a sus presas, imaginando al usurpador
Su loba ya se marchó, solo cariño, solo amor.
¿Qué fue mal, oh Vael infinito protegedor,
Si solo le di lo que pidió? ¿Cuál fue mi error?
Lobo fiel he sido, cazador, ninguna presa
De mis afiladas garras grises escapó.
¿Tal fue mi error que no lo veo? ¿Por qué huyó?
Vael le contestó, delante de él un gran lobo azul,
Él corazón, su corazón tuyo no fue, sórdido error.
El lobo contestó: un mezquino error,
Oh Vael, ¿Cómo corregirlo de mi corazón?
Solo un lobo muerto soy, vagabundo y sin tesón,
¿Quién la arrancó de mi corazón?
Vael no contestó, destino cruel has matado al lobo.
Just BecauseJust because I'm young, doesn't mean I'm ignorantJust Because4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just because I'm an adult, doesn't mean I'm boring
Just because I'm a furry, doesn't mean I like yiff
Just because I like yaoi, doesn't mean I'm sick
Just because I'm a girl, doesn't mean I'm feminine
Just because I'm Christian, doesn't mean I'm stuck up
Just because I'm quite, doesn't mean I'm mad at you
Just because I draw vent art, doesn't mean I'm a self hater
Just because I got low grades, doesn't mean I'm an idiot
Just because I'm proud, doesn't mean I'm arrogant
Just because I'm busy, doesn't mean I don't have time for you
Just because I'm fat, doesn't mean I'm lazy
Just because I'm skinny, doesn't mean I'm anorexic
Just because I'm blonde, doesn't mean I'm dumb
Just because I'm a ginger, doesn't mean I don't have feelings
Just because I'm a jock, doesn't mean I'm vain
Just because I'm a man, doesn't mean I'm an ass
Just because I'm pretty, doesn't mean I'm a ditz
Just because I'm unattractive, doesn't mean I'm cold
LaGatta - Changing from a house cat to a stray catLaGatta - Changing from a house cat to a stray cat4 years ago in Drama More Like This
My first memory is about my father
hitting me hard in my face
Because I didn't get over a damn too high wall
DARN! I was a five year old girl five year old!...
But he trained me like I was a 16 year old boy
He wanted a son... but instead he got me
me the one who killed the love of his life.
My mother just died a view minutes after she gave birth to me
and this was something he let me know every single minute of my life.
My father was or is a Templar
And lacking for a boy he wanted to make me his successor
He trains me since I can remember running, climbing, fighting
Every failure was extremely punished
Also he teaches me leading, wartime strategies and to hate hooded people who work in the dark.. "They are cruel" he said "They are the evil on this world " " They are our enemies!"
He was a fanatical Templar , brutal with every act an
Pray for DenmarkDenmark is a country in Northern Europe.Pray for Denmark3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
It is located southwest of Sweden, south of Norway, and north of Germany.
The country is made up of a large peninsula, Jutland, and over 400 smaller islands,
The largest islands are:
The country is important strategically because it controls the North and Baltic Seas.
Greenland and the Faroe Islands in the North Atlantic are territories of Denmark.
Copenhagen is the capital.
The population is over 5 million.
Denmark is the most southerly of the Nordic Scandinavian countries.
The famous author Hans Christian Anderson, (Author of the Little Mermaid) was from Denmark.
Denmark was the first country in Europe to introduce a welfare system in the 1930s – providing education, healthcare, unemployment benefits and pensions for everyone.
The popular construction toy LEGO, originated in Denmark.
Heart BreakHeart Break4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You sit there,
Crying a waterfall of tears,
Soaking the pillow under your head,
Wishing for the pain to end
The world seems as if it's crashing down on you,
All your focus is on making the regret, the heartbreak, the betrayal,
Leave your soul through your tears
I've been there.
Your heart feels abused and torn,
Ripped out of your body,
Leaving you gasping for breath,
Because he once was your life line, your reason to live.
Your love was toyed with by the boy you thought you knew,
Who you thought was the one,
Yet your heart was broken into pieces in the blink of an eye
I've been there.
His face is all you see when you close your eyes,
Every thought leads back to him,
He never leaves your mind,
As if taunting you into insanity because you know he is no longer yours.
He was your other half,
Your protector sent from above,
Or so you thought
I've been there.
I've been through all of this,
I know heartbreak is like a walk through Hell,
The pain makes you feel anguishe
queen of nothing.what I've learned:queen of nothing.3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I still remember singing in my room when I was six, and having my mother come down the hall and slam the door so hard that the windows shook.
Her nails hurt when she scraped the tears off my face. "It doesn't matter what you want," she'd always tell me.
Like, when that drunk driver swerved and hit her car I didn't want her to leave me, and it didn't matter.
Once on vacation I bought a pair of fuzzy leather heels for two hundred dollars, and when I wore them to dinner, I found out that
1. "Suede" is a fancy word for "fuzzy leather."
And 2. Good things don't last: That night my cousin told me that she thought 135 pounds was a little too big for five foot eight. So I tore my tights up to the thigh and threw those new suede heels in the garbage.
It felt good later, to know that they couldn't hate me more than I hate myself.
My six-word story from ninth grade reads, "If I don't laugh, I'll cry."
When I read that treating people like trash to gets them to nee
Life of An Asian GamerSo as you all know I've been playing Warframe recently and I'd just like to contribute some funnies from it to my DA, because there are times when you realise how ASIAN you are in games. Also WARNING: I talk like samuel l. jackson for the 'seriously though' segments of this. You have been warned!Life of An Asian Gamer1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The situation - There are these enemies called mutalist ospreys, they spray toxic clouds that rot your HP directly, bypassing shields so weaker warframes die like n00bs.
- Immediately people go, OMGGGG NERF THE FUCKIN' HP DMG FROM POISON. WAARRGBGBGBRLL
> My response. What damage? I don't take damage. I'm Asian, are you asian? If not, then clearly you will take damage! Asian is ninja, Asian is life. Git Asian or git wrecked noob!
Seriously though: You can fuckin' see the gigantic gas cloud of PWNAGE. You can see the fuckin' flying mobs that drop the toxic clouds. You can see them fuckin' flying in and you can even MELEE them...seriously noobs, W
Character Profile FormCharacter Profile Form9 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Meaning of name:
Origin of name:
Socioeconomic level as a child:
Socioeconomic level as an adult:
Most important childhood event that still affects him/her:
Other memories/events that still affects him/her and why/how:
Past failures s/he would be embarrassed to have people know about and why:
Biggest role model:
Biggest disillusions from childhood:
Nanairo Achi - Seven Colored Arch English Lyricsi found the english translation to the japanese ending of BW Nanairo AchiNanairo Achi - Seven Colored Arch English Lyrics4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in english it's seven colored arch
the characters singing
ash - satoshi
iris - iris
cilan - dent
jessie - musashi (joins in at the end)
james - kojiro (joins in at the end)
characters pokemon signing
The eyes sparkling with the cleared-up blue sky
Come on, puff up your chest and take a big step forward. It's the beginning of a dream.
Turn your joys and sorrows into
The power for tomorrow
No matter how many times, no matter how many times
Just believe that we have the strength to flap up and fly
Let's sketch together the seven-colored arch
In that great sky
The scent of grass and earth after the wind-blown rain
Are singing "I am alive". Today is a new beginning.
The precious memories
Wherever you are, wherever you are
Look up to the continuously blue sky
Let's go forward, more dazzling than anyone
The seven-colored arch
Even if you have stumbled
Even when you are almost crushed
In the darkIn the darkIn the dark4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Surrounded by darkness
No sounds, no light,
No past, no future
Only one feeling
The cold feeling of emptiness inside of me
A timeless place
Nothing to see
Nothing to do
I want to run away but there is no escape
Nothing to run from
Nothing can hide from the eternal darkness
Only one thought left
The unanswered question
"Who left me here all by my own?"
It turns my hart so dark and cold
The darkness and despair
Is replacing the feelings that once where in here
Now hope is gone
And darkness spreads
Hate and fear takes what is left
My soul is fading
Turning into a shadow
Slowly becoming a part of the dark
Consumed by the darkness
There is no light to follow
I am on my own
There is nothing around me
Blast From The Past.Chapter 1 - Blast From The Past.Blast From The Past.4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
(A time manipulation with a little fantasy. Starring Altair and OC)
Redstriker sat at her office desk, resting her head on her hands, idly looking outside at the beautiful day. Sun was shinning, the trees outside her window were swaying casually back and forth, oh how she longed to be outside. Taking a glance at the floor were the shadows of the trees dances along it, almost hypnotising as she stared at it for a brief time. She let out a heavy sigh and looked annoyed at the desk and side tables that consisted of papers full of information, maps, items that required her attention, bills, books and anything else that came with the title of being the CEO of Striker National.
After a short while of staring blankly at the desk, she stretched letting out a yawn and got up to walk over to the window. "It's been oddly quiet today" Thinking to herself. No one had entered her office to add to the growing pile of papers that she seemed to always be behind on. Her
a picture of a plane.The day her daddy got sent away, the whole neighborhood fluttered with closing curtains and eyes watching through cracked doors. His wife called it a mistake, the cousins called it rape and said he was a pedophile.a picture of a plane.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And she just kept dipping her fingers into paint and dreaming about kites and the eyelashes on dolls, because she didn't know what any of those words meant.
A year later, he came back, and she washed the sidewalk so he couldn't see that she was drawing their secret in light blue and petal pink chalk.
"Those are nice pictures, baby," her daddy would tell her, but she hated it, because he always sounded sick, and he would rub her back with those big, rough hands until the neighbor's blinds twitched like the nervous wings of a bird.
Aleksander finally made her daddy stop, because he sat on his porch all day with a scratchy blanket in his lap, saying prayers beside a full ashtray.
"Why does he do that?" she asked him in July. "I don't like it when he does that."
He patted her
The Tears Are DriedThe Tears Are Dried4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The tears are dried, but I still cry
There is something in me that won't stop
My sadness has ended, but I'm not happy
There is something in me that won't let me
I'm trapped in the past, and recovery is 50 miles away
I have tried walking but I do not get any closer
The blessings I have had, they are counted
Now I will find all my curses
I think I deserve this, am I wrong?
Can even the one up above forgive me?
Moving on, oh I wish I could
But my heart is stuck and I can't help it
The tears have dried, but I still cry
There is something in me that won't stop
The Price of ArtWhat determines the price of art? What is art worth? Is it really worth anything? Why should people buy art?The Price of Art5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
First of all, the major point in all of this is that the price of art is completely subjective, meaning that its value is mainly determined by the person viewing it. The second part of the value of artwork is determined by the cost of materials, and the cost of the artist's time, as well as how in demand their work is. Then there are different price scales for Fine Artists, Graphic Artists, Illustrators, Freelance Artists, Web Designers, etc. All of these factors add up to the price of artwork.
For my purposes, I will discuss Fine Art and Illustration, which is what I am most familiar with.
With fine art, the price tags can run incredibly high. This is where the price is most subjective, because something that is crap to one person is priceless in worth to another. Art speaks to all of us in different ways.
That's all well and good, you may say, but what about those huge canvase
numbering the steps.I'd like to count the number of times you fucked me over, but I only have ten fingers and toes.numbering the steps.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I never mentioned this but I really should have.
Because it was so hard that you were blowing me off, especially after the third/fourth/fifth/fourteenth time.
Or in September, when your eyes could look everywhere but mine when I finally stopped telling you, because I knew you weren't listening.
Oh, and you killing yourself last April. There's that.
(Your note said: "Tell Scarlett I'm sorry." And oh God, Charlie, please believe me, I tried so hard to make it right, I did.)
Fourteen days, two hours, and fifty-nine minutes: how long it took for us to fall in love.
Overnight: how long it took for you to fall out of it.
You loved me like a bomb loves a crowd. Like the boys mothers warn their little girls about, except you had softer hands and nicer eyes, so I never thought you could take everything when you left.
You wouldn't have come to me in January if our par
LaGatta - Making friendsLaGatta - Making friends4 years ago in Drama More Like This
"A stray cat?"
Sarah laughed... "Then you are exactly right with us!"
She took up me with her and showed me the life of the Romani.
Sarah was a charming woman of 36 years... she was intelligent, clever with a very winning character.
She fascinates everybody around her when she sashay through the streets of Roma and relief the inhabitants of their belongings without being caught...
They do not need it!" she said when she saw my indignant face... See it as a voluntary donation for the Romani"
I followed Sarah on every step she took and assimilate everything what she taught me.
It was a nice life... full of laughter, dance and cheerfulness...
Slowly I learnt to stand on my own feet and so I strike out on my own sometimes.
Particularly the nights had done it to me...
More and more often I head out by myself at night...
enjoyed my newly found freedom ...
One night Mirabella came weeping to me.
She reports to me that 4 guards detained Sar