#Praise the magic toilet!

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I was wondering if we could have some fluff? But please only write when you're not busy.

Reader is sick, and how would each member take care of them, nursing them, telling the reader that they gonna take good care of them and then finish it off with some cuddles.

SICK MOMENTS; Ghost Edition (GN!Reader)

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authors note; yet another “moments” series. idk who i’m doing next, but stay tuned :-) — this is an incredibly old WIP. i will be doing “sick moments” series, but i’m in horrible writers block and I want to finish off the 4k requests. life is busy, i’m so sorry!!!

[WARNINGS; implied civilian!reader, sickness, medicine/drug usage, celsius is used, mentions of vomiting, fluff.]

YOU END UP waking up in the middle of the night with the most painful ache in your throat and the worst headache you’ve ever experienced in your life. You’re drenched in sweat, your shirt—Simon’s shirt, actually—clinging to your sweat soaked back, and your blanket feels so suffocating. You can’t help the whimper that leaves you as the pulsing in your temples and eyes quickly turn to pounding, and you blindly shove the blanket off of yourself.

You don’t even think to look if Simon’s in the bed with you; not when your stomach is twisting so horribly you think you won’t make it to the bathroom. You push yourself out of bed and stumble out of the room and down the hall, and you don’t vomit, but you’re nauseous as you’re on your knees, your hands slick with sweat as you grip the toilet seat—something you’ll cringe and gag at later.

You aren’t too sure how long you’re there, waiting for the vomit to bubble up your esophagus, but you eventually feel a usually warm hand—cool at the moment due to your fever—rub the back of your neck. “Hey..” Simon’s deep voice fills your ears. sounds tired, as if he was sleeping before this. He probably was. You don’t look at him as your eyes are closed, but you let out a whimper of acknowledgment.

“Tilt your head up, love.. Mhm, that’s it..” You follow his direction, feeling something press against your forehead, a few flicking noises, and then a beep. Whatever he held against your forehead, Simon pulls away. “39 degrees..” Simon mutters, a sigh leaving him. “Hey, you think you’re gonna vomit?” He asks, being straight forward whilst also being conscious of your condition. You take a moment to think and you shake your head. “No,” You croak. “Just nauseous.”

Simon hums, his hand touching the back of your neck again reflexively in an attempt to provide you some comfort; some familiarity whilst your head spins with illness and pounding pain. The twisting and swirling feeling of the nausea in your gut and throat doesn’t settle for a good while, muffled noises of despair leaving your lips. Each time, Simon quietly acknowledges your pain, praising you for enduring it, that he knows that it hurts.

Simon hates when you’re in pain of any kind. He hates it from when you have an annoyingly painful stuffy nose to stubbing your toe on the corner of the couch—when you’re sick like how you are now, to when you frown when the water in the sink is a bit too hot for your liking. If Simon could shield you from any harm and pain, he would in an instant. In a perfect world, you would never be sick and never stub your toes, you would never have colds and the water would magically be the correct temperature.

Alas, this is reality.

“It’s too early to phone the doctor but I will make sure to do first thing when they open, alright, sweetheart?” Simon’s deep voice rings in your ears, so low that it vibrates in your chest for a moment—and just for a second, your nausea goes away. You wish you could box his voice up and put it in your ears all the time from how soothing you find it. You realize you didn’t respond when Simon calls your name softly and you nod, your eyes remaining shut. “I wanna die.” You moan unseriously, your eyebrows twinging together from the pain between them deep in your skull.

Simon chuckles and squeezes the back of your neck softly. “I’m going to fetch you a glass of water and some medicine to help you until morning. I’ll be right back.” You respond with a simple nod, focused on keeping the nausea away. You’re sure Simon has teleporting capabilities because he’s back by your side in record time. He’s helping you tip your head back, his hand carefully cradling the back of your head and slipping a couple pills into your mouth, carefully giving you sips of water. Not too quick to further your nausea, not too slow to have you think about it too much.

The water is refreshing and cold when it slips down your throat. “There you go,” Simon praises softly, his tone so soft that it contradicts the natural low, grittiness in his voice. “Gave you some anti nausea, some pain meds. I’m not sure if I should give you any fever reducers yet. I’ll be monitorin’ your fever.”

You nod, shuddering slightly as the hand on the back of your head goes to your jaw and neck, guiding your head to lean against his thigh as Simon is standing up straight. “I don’t think I can move yet.” You croak loud enough for him to hear, which earns his callused thumb stroking over your cheek. “That’s alright, love.” Simon murmurs. “We can stay like this as long as y’need. I’ll get ya set up in the living room when you’re feeling a bit better, yeah?”

You nod, turning your head to bury half of your face into his sweatpants, feeling eternally grateful for this man. It took you both a long time to get to this point together—a lot of push and pull between you two, a lot of communication and a lot of trust. In the end, it’s been worth it.

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Gingerbread

Pairing: Boyfriend! Jake X Girlfriend! Fem! Reader

Genre: Smut🔞(Minors DNI), established relationship! AU

Warnings: Dom! Jake, unprotected sex (wrap it up before you tap it), cream pie, heavy food play, fellatio (blowjob), throat fucking, making out, slight ass spanking, dirty talking, riding, slight slut shaming, Jake calling you a bunch a pet names (baby, baby girl, slut, doll, good girl), breast worshipping, praising/ degradation. Hopefully I didn’t miss out anything else. 

Summary: Gingerbread cookies; sweet and warm, perfect for the Christmas season as the smell overwhelms your shared apartment with Jake. However, what seems to be an innocent baking activity you spent with him for Chirstmas Eve turns into something more delectable than the confectionary.

A Holiday Special: ➜ Jake

| ➜ Heeseung | ➜ Jay | ➜ Sunghoon |

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a/n: This was suppose to be posted 3 days ago but of course, in true fashion, I was late in writing it in time. I’m sure the mood for Christmas is already over but I’m determine to finish this as soon as possible (while enjoying writing it for u guys too). This would also be the second last fic for the holiday special so I hope u guys enjoyed it and Happy New year!

There is something special about the Christmas holidays that is imbued with a magical aura of warmth and happiness. It's a month filled with festive food, decorations, songs, and movies that overwhelm you with nostalgia.

You and Jake decided to celebrate the season together this year instead of choosing to be with your families and relatives separately. The plan was to spend Christmas Eve bundled up with blankets and matching pajamas, watching a bunch of movies on the couch while eating an unhealthy amount of snacks until Christmas morning. 

What initially begins as an innocent trip to the supermarket becomes a spontaneous shopping spree for ingredients to make gingerbread cookies. You weren't sure how the both of you ended up with that idea, but it proved to be regrettable further into the baking process. 

Jake is an awful baker (Jungwon would vouch for that), while you were manageable as long as the recipe was concise. Still, the odd pairing of each other's ability in the kitchen was bound to end in a mishap, which led to the scene of two people staring at a tray of cookies in the oven, hoping that it won't burn like the previous batch. 

By some miracle, you both persevere until the end; Jake places the last batch of perfectly baked cookies onto a drying rack while you whip some of the decorative vanilla icings to be placed on top of the confectionery. 

The large window of your shared apartment displayed the amount of time that has passed, the city night below illuminated as the moon and stars became the sole residents under the dark sky. Only a few windows appear lit at the blocks across, indicating the vacancy of the vicinity during the holidays. 

"We should never do this again next year." Jake groans beside you, pulling on his flour-stained apron around his waist. You chuckle when he plops down to rest his elbows on the kitchen counter, his chin on a palm while mindlessly in a daze with exhaustion on his face. 

You nudge at his side playfully, but he doesn't budge like a statue. 

"Did it take you that long to realize?" You said, gripping the whisk handle a little harder to work the powdered sugar and milk mixture together. 

He shook his head, and his wispy bangs followed his movement. "I knew the moment the first cookies looked like they belonged in the toilet." 

His deadpan response caused you to snort in amusement. 

"Why didn't you say anything?" 

He shrugged his shoulders. "Didn't want to ruin the mood." 

He leans down to your level to snuggle his chin on your shoulder, his nose slightly buried in the sweater you were wearing. A slight tilt of your neck to the side caused a bump of your head with his affectionately, continuing to work on the icing while he watched. 

"Well, when I'm done, we can cuddle on the sofa while we wait for the cookies to cool down. How does that sound?" You murmured. 

Jake nodded his head, but his chin clung to your shoulder, so you had to stifle a smile at how adorable he was. He looked like a puppy silently begging for his owner's attention but couldn't because he wanted to be a good boy and patiently wait for you to be ready. 

You've been dating for two years now, and you could interpret by the glint in his eyes when you suggested the offer that he was in dire need of some intimacy. 

Once the consistency of the icing satisfied you, the next step was to divide it into different bowls for the colouring process. At the same time, some of the icings had flown out of the mixing pot onto your index finger, which you instinctively brought to your mouth to lick it off casually. 

A disgusted grunt left your mouth, causing him to look at you curiously. 

"It's too sweet." You declared. "I think I put too much powdered sugar."

Jake watches your face and eyebrows scrunch up in annoyance, smacking your mouth as you inspect the flavour to find a solution to save it. His gaze was attentive on your lips, swallowing down the desire in his throat. 

"Can I have a taste?" 

"Sure, baby," You said without a second guess, reaching out to grab a teaspoon for him to use. "Let me just take—"

It took you by surprise when he grabbed your wrist before you could leave while his other hand held your jaw, bringing you closer to his face to kiss you. His plump lips capture yours as you close your eyes to relish how he moves to deepen the kiss. 

He tasted like warm bittersweet chocolate; the kisses candies he had a few hours ago still lingered. 

You reach out to cup his face, feeling his breath fan the high points of your cheeks. Jake tilts his head to the side, his movement firm as he wraps his arms around your waist, pressing you close to his body as you moan softly when he bites at your lower lip.

He licks the nibbled area sensually, signalling you to open wide to let his tongue slip past the cavern of your mouth, caressing your taste buds as you share one breath with each other at the heated moment. 

It made you wonder if he could taste the icing in your mouth. 

Jake slowly loosens the connection, taking one last lap at your puffed lips before moving away. Through lidded eyes, you watch him tuck the cushion of his bottom lip between his teeth; laboured breathing fills the space of intense silence. 

"If I tell you a way not to waste the icing," He whispered close to your lips, hands sliding up the ends of your sweater. A soft sigh escapes your mouth when his calloused fingers smooth your stomach. "Would you be down to get a little dirty with me?" 

Your cheeks burned at his suggestive offer— imagining how sticky the substance would feel gliding up and down on each other's skin, especially when it would be his veiny and large hands stroking the cream filthy across your whole body as you writhed under his lubricated touches. 

You almost moan at the thought of rubbing the icing on each other's private areas. 

Something throbs in you at the obscene act, an arousing feeling that makes you tug his hair on the back of his neck to press his body closer to yours. 

You didn't need to verbalize the agreement; your action speaks louder than words as he smirks against your jaw, pulling at the strings of your apron on your back. 

"Then let's take off our clothes, yeah?" 

One by one, articles of clothing slowly piled on the kitchen floor, stripping each other naked until you realize how chilly the winter night felt biting your bare skin. However, the moment Jake's lips kissed you eagerly again, you felt the flame blooming inside warming you up. 

Jake mouthed sloppily, his tongue darting back and forth in your cavern forcefully as his nose bumped against yours. You hungrily push back, saliva collecting under your tongue that it was impossible not to make erotic wet sounds as the kiss turned messy. 

"Ahhh— Jake," You whined, throwing your head back when you felt the icing on his hand grope your breast. 

He had quietly gathered the sweet cream in his hand, smothering it on your chest in a circular motion. He smears some on your hardened nipples, feeling yourself melt when he fondles the nubs with his slick thumb with the right amount of pleasure.  

"Look at you, messy girl." He cooed. "Why don't you do the same for me, hm? Can my girl make me nice and dirty?" 

Slick was beginning to drip from your folds, the idea of food play turning you on more than you thought. You scope up a decent amount of cream on your palm before spreading it across his toned torso, and Jake immediately groans at the sensation. 

"Jakey, you're so hot." You drawled. 

You drag your hands up to his chest, grazing on his nipples as his hips jerk at the contact, breathy moans escaping his deliciously puffy lips. His bangs had fallen to cover the upper half of his closed eyes into an enticing view.  

With a covetous gaze, you gradually draw your touch lower past the dips of his hips before you rub his hardened cock, letting the icing coat his length deliciously. 

"Nghhh— fuck." He let his head fall into the crook of your neck, his abdomen tensing up as you started moving your hand up and down his thick and warm cock. 

Precum drools down from his head before it mixes with the cream, the mixture becoming agonizingly slippery against the underside of his pulsating veins as you fasten your pace, craving more friction to satiate his carnal desire. 

Jake's panting grew heavier against your skin and watching him completely crumble made you itch to ruin him more. A shaky moan slips from his throat, catching your wrist in a tight grip when you tease his swollen slit with your thumb back and forth, shuddering at the sudden pleasure shooting through his spine. 

"Shit— fucking tease…." His muffled accusation tickled your collarbone, whine an octave lower through gritted teeth. 

You wanted to laugh, but it died in your throat when one of Jake's hands grabbed your ass from behind. The harsh squeeze he had on the ample flesh got you whimpering in either pain or pleasure; at this point, you weren't sure anymore. 

"My cute girlfriend thought she could tease me and get away with it." He said, his nails slightly digging into the skin.

You wince at the prickly sensation but respond while feigning innocence. "You look like you enjoyed it, so I didn't want to stop." 

You gasped when he spanked your ass with enough power, the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed throughout the space. You curl your toes in anguish as the stinging pain becomes waves of immeasurable pleasure. An incoherent moan poured out, your pussy clenching in its juices as you buck your hips with mouth agape at the way your clit was throbbing uncontrollably. 

It was an unexpected impact, enough to make you squeeze your shaky thighs together. 

Fuck, that felt so good you almost came. 

"Naughty girl thinks she can talk back now." He whispered directly into your ears, kneading the tender flesh with a satisfied look at your state after wearing his temper thin. 

The sticky residue of the cream did nothing but accentuate the desperation clawing in your stomach. 

"Should I occupy that little mouth of yours with something sweet? It looks a bit too empty." He kisses the underside of your neck, grinding his wet cock with icing against your stomach to show you what he means. 

"I thought I couldn't have dessert without dinner first?" You challenged him sweetly. 

Jake's chuckle is almost sinister, finding your taunted response amusing, although he already gave you a taste of punishment. Of course, you would use something he used to say against him at this moment. You love to do it to rail him up even more, and he also finds himself enjoying it. 

"I'll make it an exception this time." He baited, licking his bottom lip in anticipation. "So stop being a brat and get on your knees for me." 

You slowly descend to rest your weight on your knees on the kitchen tiles, kissing his bulbous head after wrapping your hand around the base of his lengthy cock. 

Jake leaned on the edge of the countertop, and lusty moans rambled in his throat when you took the tip in your hot mouth, tongue swirling around the slit to dart at the sticky mess. 

He tasted sweet in your taste buds. 

"You look fucking sexy down there, baby girl" He gathers your hair lightly, watching you from above with a dreamy look. "How does it taste? Good?"

"It tastes amazing…." You mumbled, leaning an inch lower to take one of his balls into your mouth, sucking at the tight and heavy sack like a treat while looking up at him with big and innocent eyes. "Wanna taste you some more." 

The visual of your lewd face and the sensation of you slurping his balls like a lollipop— his eyes rolled back at the pleasure, chewing at the inside of his cheeks as his length twitched and grew agonizingly hard. 

Jake took a fist full of your hair at the back, and you let him guide your mouth to take him, eyes squeezing shut as he pumps his dick in and out of your mouth. Your hand held onto his thighs for support, letting him hit his head at the back of your throat. 

"That's it, eat it up. Fucking take all of me in." He hissed. 

The force of his hips pistoning your mouth with his cock had you collapsing into a teary-eyed mess, but you persevered— bobbing your head to match his rhythm, suctioning to take more and more of him into your mouth. 

Every time he thrust in until your nose was flush against his pelvis, you ran your tongue all over his length— tasting the sweetness of the cream with an undertone of his bitter precum. 

Jake let out a frustrated growl, needing more stimulation to reach his high.

"Open your throat, baby girl— let me fuck it." 

You whimpered as he scraped his fingers harder on your scalp, mercilessly fucking your throat until the corners of your mouth spilt with the filthy mixture obscenely. Trying hard to relax your jaws and cheeks, you fought the urge to gag over his cock and squeeze his thighs hard as every inch of him was seated in your mouth. 

You were deepthroating the living daylights out of him, and Jake loved every second of it, his climax nearing its peak. 

"Swallow my cream like a slutty girl, got it?" 

His filthy encouragement only made you moan, and as soon his hip staggered with one final hard thrust, he came into your mouth. His hot seed spilt down your throat, swallowing the liquid with the remaining facial strength you had to spare. 

His grip on the back of your head softened, watching you drink up his cum as he held the base of his cock to milk out whatever he had left. 

"Fuck, such a good slut cleaning up her mess." His praises filled the silence. "She deserves to come on my cock, don't you think?" 

You hummed eagerly in response as you licked every inch of him sloppily— the way you knew he enjoyed it. 

Jake thought you looked breathtakingly hot as he pulled out to smear his sensitive tip on your lower lip. A deep flush on your cheeks, chest heaving up and down, a few tear stains evident on the corners of your eyes, and figure weakly slump down on your knees, soiled with residual icing. 

He tugged you by the arms to help you get on your feet. As he wraps his hands around your waist, you clutch onto his shoulder blades for support, resting your body against his at how weak your knees were. 

Jake gently snuggles on the crook of your neck to mumble close to your ears. "How would you like it? From the back? Or the front?" 

"Wanna ride you." You breathe out. 

He grinned like he had expected that answer. "Had a feeling you'll pick that."

Jake hauled his body onto the kitchen countertop, pushing away utensils that were in the way. With whatever miracle, he manages to manhandle your exhausted body up on the marbled surface, letting you straddle him as he lay flat on his back. 

It was an awkward position— his long legs dangled at the end with some visible remnants of the gingerbread baking situation left. Still, the way he gripped your hips to situate your pussy on his cock, rubbing your folds over his length, had you clawing at his chest. 

"Oh my god." You cried out, seeing stars as you rolled your hips harder, his cock rubbing hard on your cunt as the wetness started pooling on your inner thighs. 

The knot in your stomach was burning you on the inside. 

Jake chuckled darkly with his pupils blown out below you, albeit shivering at the overwhelming stimulation after just coming. 

"My good girl wants to use me like her personal fuck toy after I stuffed her mouth full with my cock, right?" He huffed out, rapturously gazing at how you moaned at his words. "You want that, don't you?" 

"Jaeyun—" You choked out when your clit made contact with his hot length so deliciously that you began humping him desperately like a dog in heat. Your pussy was clenching around nothing as the sensation made you dizzy with desperation, thighs burning at the fatigue. 

"Fuck, I need you. Please." You begged. 

"I know, baby girl." He whispered slowly. "I need you too." 

With one hand kneading your ass to lift you slightly in the air while the other gripping his shaft, he lines your slit with his tip and probes your entrance to let him in. 

"C'mere and ride me." 

With your pussy already drenched after sucking him off, Jake easily stretches you open as you descend his cock. The noises that came out your mouth were music to his ears, your gummy walls clenching around his girth so tightly as he buried himself deep inside your cunt. 

"So wet," He rasps, absolutely enamoured by the bliss overwhelming his body. "Move for me, baby girl." 

You start by bouncing lightly, palms resting on his chest as you move your hips. When you lift all the way up, you make sure to sink back down until his cock fills you to the brim. The pace was begrudgingly slow, still adjusting to his size as you moaned softly with every thrust. 

"That's it, doll." He said, thumb circling the apex of your hips soothingly. "You're so pretty— so perfect for taking me well." 

Your pace was getting faster and rougher, face flush at the way he poured sentiment words to fuel you up. It caused you to tighten your walls around him, making each drag of his cock going in and out of you much more gratifying. 

Jake soaked in your lovely features, his eyes moving down to watch your boobs bounce with the movement of your hips. Your tits were nice and hard— lusciously erect, urging him to twirl the nub between his fingers teasingly until you cried. 

It didn't help that some icing was still on your breast, dripping down when it mixed with your sweat. Jake had to bite down hard on his lips to prevent himself from melting on the spot. 

Call him juvenile, but it turned him on beyond reason at how pornographic the scene was, his slit dribbling out with more precum inside of you. 

You didn't understand the power you have over him, crying and choking in your speech as you grind over his cock shamelessly with your hands around your cute tummy. 

"Wanna taste this pretty set of tits." He said, and you pulled your legs apart as he sat up to fill the spot between your legs. 

He licks the swell of your breast before taking a nipple into his mouth, engulfing the peak with moist kisses and suckling. He kneaded the flesh tenderly with his other hand, flicking the other nipple with equal attention. 

"So sweet," He hummed, switching to the other pebbled nipple to tongue it as your mewls grew louder, rocking your hips to his pace. "My pretty girl tastes so good in my mouth." 

The lapping of his lips on your nipples had you hissing at the intensity, especially when he was still balls-deep in you.

His lips let go of your nipples after abusing the tender flesh, returning to lie down on his back, but this time, he made sure to keep your legs wide open, the sole of your feet resting on the surface for him to see your hole stuffed with his cock. 

"Ahhh—hahh–Jake–" You whined, leaning back to rest your palms on his thighs to balance your body. Although it did make you redden at how exposed you felt in this position. "Fuck, Jake. I can't— too deep….."

"I know, baby." He reassured you, holding your ankles to keep you at bay at his side. "But I need you to keep bouncing on my cock. My good girl can do that for me, right?" 

You nodded obediently, rolling your hips back and forth to continue fucking your slit with his cock. Your pace faltered with each minuscule movement of you going down on his dick, but Jake took this opportunity to thrust you up sharply to meet you halfway.

"Not yet," He groaned, noticing you show signs of slowing down. "A little bit more, baby." 

The loud and wet clapping of your ass hitting his thighs echoed in your shared apartment, and your face twisted in ecstasy when he took charge and slammed his cock into your sweet spot. He rammed the spot continuously, splitting your pussy open thrust after thrust. 

There was a reason why Jake needed you to be in this position; having access to play with your swollen clit as he pounded into you from below was sure to morph you into a blubbering mess. 

"So, close." You buck into his fingers when he thumbs your bundle of nerves, the knot in your stomach is keen to burst into millions of pieces as he switches between circling and tapping your clit with precision.

"Jake– Jakey, please fill me up." You break into a fit of sobbing, rolling your eyes back. 

Jake sighs in desperation as well. "Wanna see you cum, baby." He did everything he could to keep you high in the clouds with pleasure— his hips and fingers never ceased even for a second, utterly devoted to making you undone. "Wanna fill this sweet pussy nice and full with my seed." 

His voice coaxed the earth-shattering orgasm that ripped your body into shreds; the view of the ceiling was the only thing you see when you throw your head back when you come on his cock. 

Jake took a few more thrusts before he released his milky load into your cunt— your brain could barely register any ounce of rationality in your brain, body going limp as he rode your orgasm steadily. 

You lay down on top of him, feeling him pull his cock out to let his cum drip out of your tight hole. His hands found themselves around your body, pulling you into a sticky pile of embrace with him as you basked in the relief washing over you. 

You felt completely raw and fucked out that you could barely keep your eyes open. It was warm and sweaty, so different from the cold winter that prevails outside. 

"Jake," You swallowed, breathing through your nose as you tried to calm your beating heart. 

"That was…." 

"Intense?" He asked. 

You shook your head. "Amazing." 

His chest vibrates as he laughs, kissing the top of your head affectionately as pride swells in his heart at how spent you looked. 

The smell of cinnamon slowly wafted through the kitchen, reminding the two figures that they still had dozens of freshly baked gingerbread cookies that needed to be decorated. 

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A Holiday Special: ➜ Jake

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There's something so magically perfect about sitting down on the toilet and proceeding to use your diaper. Like, yes, you could use the potty- it's right there, after all! But it's just so much easier, so much better, to use your diaper.

Maybe you just don't want to take off the diaper because you don't feel right without that thick padding between your legs. Or maybe you just want to sit in a soggy diaper because it feels so good to be a wet little baby. Maybe you want your Mommy to reward you by letting you have some special playtime with the buzzy toy. Maybe you want her to praise you, tell you that you were so close to using the big girl toilet, then proceed to change you into an even thicker diaper.

Whatever the case is, whatever reasoning you came up with in your little baby brain, you're actively choosing your diaper over the big girl toilet. You're choosing to be a little baby when you have the option to use the potty like a big girl. And I think that's beautiful.

What a good little diaper girl you are.

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🍓 My kinks: objectification, dumbification, obedience, being a good girl, bimbofication, light pain play, edging, denial, overstimulation, orgasm control, praise, loving degradation, groping, cnc, rape play, threats, kidnapping, breeding, pregnancy, lactation, monsterfucking, werewolf knots, tentacles, hypno, soft humiliation, corruption, gaslighting, mind control, manipulation, med kink, experimentation, free use, exhibitionism, inspections, body writing and more.

🍓 Hard nos: pee, scat, any toilet stuff, vomit, anal, degrading my appearance, religion, pedos, bestiality, gore, alcohol or drug intox (magic aphrodisiacs are fine though).

🍓I use the stoplight safe word system when playing: green to keep going, yellow to stop for now and talk, red for a full stop.

🍓 Mutuals can dm, play with me or see my tits any time.

🍓 Asks are open to anyone that’s not a minor or in my dni. NSFW or not, random orders included.

#hard k1nk #cnc fr33use #dumbification #breeding k1nk #tw monsterfucking #intro post #my post

[thelunarfairy]

Que ondaaa, I read a post of yours in which you wish that Tsukasa doesn't know Hanako because he was surprised that she wanted to do perverted things lol, this has left me thinking that all those wishes that Hanako has are from Hanako or Amane also felt it and repressed them. Since in the first chapter we see that he has several rare items, I thought that he had those things to give to other humans, but you also mentioned that Nene has been the only one who has summoned him, so why did he have a kokeshi, a book about love, a magazine, how did he get all that XD?

What do you think :)?

It implies that Hanako was using these items. The book was so worn, as if he had read it over and over again. I imagine that he learned a lot of what he does with Nene from this book. He is a boy with no experience with girls, he was shy in life and he confessed that she was the first girl who said she liked him.

Therefore, he took the trouble to learn how to win over someone. This leaves me wondering, was he waiting for her? I have genuine doubts about Hanako's memories. Sometimes it seems like he remembers, sometimes he doesn't.

The items he carries have different meanings, take a look:

The Kokeshi doll has several, but it is said in some places that it is used for boys' relief, if you know what I mean, Hanako finds it sexy, this makes it even clearer why he has it. Of course, there could be other reasons, but based on his behavior, this is a very plausible reason.

Remembering that Hanako himself makes it clear that the doll is something "impure" for him, that is, that is really the connotation. Nene throws the doll away in response, you can imagine the kind of things he did with that doll, right?

Can you see he blushed a little when he praised the doll?

So, they are items for his own use, we don't know how he got them, but I imagine he must have gotten them somewhere, like at festivals, exchanges or something like that. In the pilot, he got some magical items through the toilet. Yes, from there. In canon this no longer exists.

#jibaku shounen hanako kun #toilet bound hanako kun #tbhk #jshk #amane yugi #hanako kun #yugi twins #hanakokun #jshk spoilers #aidairo #jshk hanako #jshk theories #tbhk hanako #tbhk manga

[prettyypearl]

ABOUT ME

💕 Call me Pearl

💕Sapphic cis woman, she/her

💕 I’m 26, born in 1997

💕 Submissive

ABOUT THE BLOG

❤️ This is a NSFW, 18+ ONLY blog.

❤️ This blog might feature some hard kinks (like cnc, manipulation, kidnapping and others listed below) untagged. (DM me for my other blog with even harder kinks if you’d like)

❤️ DNI: minors, men, terfs, bigots and creeps, ed blogs. I will block all of those, and I also block ageless blogs.

❤️ ED blogs do not fucking touch my blog please and thank you.

❤️ Please do not send me messages or asks if you’re not 21 or older. My asks are open (anons are open sometimes). My DMs are only for people I follow.

❤️ I’m happy to receive sfw or nsfw messages and asks, sexting included, as long as you’re over 21 and not in my DNI. Also, don’t send unsolicited pics.

❤️ In case you want to play, I use the traffic light safeword system (green to keep going, yellow to pause for a bit and check everything, red to stop everything).

❤️ Will sometimes disappear into another realm.

❤️ This blog is welcoming to trans women and to nb people. If you’re a terf, unkindly fuck off.

❤️ I don’t post pictures of myself publicly. Mutuals might get to see a few things sometimes in private.

MY KINKS

💘 Submission in general

💘 Praise kink, mixing praise and degradation

💘 Edging, denial and orgasm control

💘 Dumbification!!! Please make me stop thinking

💘 Objetification

💘 Being a doll, a toy

💘 Being a good girl (don’t have a brat bone in my body)

💘 Calling someone mommy or daddy as titles (not me being called that though)

💘 Pain play, but nothing too extreme

💘 CNC

💘 Kidnapping play

💘 Spanking

💘 Somno

💘 Bondage

💘 Free use

💘 Body writing

💘 Exhibitionism

💘 Being ordered to post things about myself

💘 Breeding (pregnancy optional)

💘 Lactation

💘 A little bit of monsterfucking (including but not limited to knots, tentacles, size kink)

💘 Inspections

💘 Med / mad scientist kink

💘 Gaslighting and manipulation my beloved

💘 There’s more, I’ll probably update this list with time and as I discover new kinks

HARD LIMITS

💔 Anal

💔 Pee, vomit, scat, any toilet stuff

💔 Age play/regression as kink

💔 Race play

💔 Incest play

💔 Anything involving drugs, alcohol, intoxication (except for like, magic aphrodisiacs)

💔 Religion kinks

💔 Any kind of food control

💔 The words “pathetic”, “worthless” and “useless”

💔 Any sort of fabric in my mouth (bc of sensory struggles)

💔 Any sort of negative comments about my body or appearance

( Last updated this post: March, 2024 )

#my posts #wlw ns/fw #sapphic ns/fw #queer ns/fw

[niuniente]

I found LOVELY turquoise tea lights yesterday with half-price, which turn gorgeous deep blue when burnt. Very rare color to be found!

I though to put some on my altar as their color has a happy spiritual vibe. For the candle in the middle, I wanted to perform a candle magic.

I’ve been thinking about my life journey from a spiritual perspective a lot in the few days. While I’ve moved a lot away from spiritual practices and teachers, I do like to listen to peoples’ own experiences with spirit and paranormal. I’m right now far more interested in that than, let’s say, meditation and listening to spiritual teachers. I, for example, tried to listen to the praised Course in Miracles, but I felt it was already outdated to me. Seth Speaks is something I’ve been listening, which hasn’t so far contained much anything I didn’t already know, but it’s been nice to listen to nevertheless. I think I’d enjoyed it more 10 years or 15 years ago when everything was new.

I’ve also been feeling that my journey is taking its attention from the spirit to material now. Like, job well done, you’ve done this for 20 years, you’ve accomplished what you needed, worked hard, handled your lessons and experiences - now it’s time to enjoy the Earthy joys of this realm.

But, is that enough? Shouldn’t I try to keep the spiritual somehow in my life?

That in mind, I decided to dress the spiritual candle with Steady Work oil. To keep me steadily working with the spiritual matters and keep me in tune with it all.

And guys, I kid you not; the candle didn’t burn:

All same candles. From the same package. Lightened at the same time and burned 2 hours by the time I took this photo - but only the middle one has a spell on it. And the spell is saying “Stop! No more spiritual work with yourself for you! Tune in with the material world like we’ve told you!”

I took the hint. I chatted with a friend, watched some videos and then went to draw for a good while. After an hour or so, I got up to toilet and look:

Now the candle burned:

So, in short, the “spiritual” stuff I need to do now is to align myself with all physical things which are fun and pleasurable to me, like drawing. Expressing my soul and my true self is more important to me now than any spiritual practice. I’ve done that. Mission accomplished, school finished, here’s your graduation papers. Now, go out and LIVE!

#candle magic #spiritual #niu's life #niu photos

[a-table-of-fics]

Oddworld: Conar’s Ambition, Chapter 13, Draft 1, Part 13

More interesting to Conar, however, were the Mudokon figures. Far from the Scrubs he knew, these were proudly bearing weapons, or making some kind of magic happen, or praising some nasty-looking beast with Scrab-like jaws and many spindly legs, some of which made a crown. They had this sort of power on their side, and the Magog used them to unclog toilets?

Were they stupid, or just afraid?

Slim eyed the massive clubs and strange curved weapons, subconsciously comparing them to the spear he once had. If he could single-handedly fend off Paramites with just a stick affixed to some teeth, what could he have done with one of those? Imagine how impressive he’d be…

He shook his head. He was thinking like a Slig. All that power and status when all he needed was personal security. Maybe he could get some peace, and both he and Conar could scare off anyone who’d try to kill them.

That would have to wait, though, as they were coming across a gate made from logs, tied together with unrefined rope and waving a banner of rough leather. The banner was adorned with Mudokon figures raising their arms up in praise to that same multi-limbed monster. Along with them was that same four-eyed lump.

#oddworld #oddworld fic #oddworld conar's ambition #draft 1 #chapter 13

[pokechampash]

It was a beautiful afternoon in the sea kingdom and Prince Eric had convinced his father in law(King Triton) to spend the day on land as a human and have lunch with him while Ariel went out for the day. Triton was hesitant at first but after being promised all types of delicious foods he reluctantly used some magic to turn himself human and soon joined Eric in the dining hall,they started to eat and talk.

“I must admit this food is better than I could have ever imagined!” Triton said, praising the food as he took a bite out of some chicken.

“I'm glad you like it Triton,I had my best chefs make this food” Eric said with a bright smile.

The two men chatted while they ate the rest of the feast,they ate ham, bread rolls, dumplings, fries, and to top it all off they had cheesecake for dessert. Once they finished eating they went out on a stroll through the town greeting all the people walking by.

“Maybe this topside world isn’t as bad and hideous as I thought all of this time” Triton confessed, looking a little disappointed even. “I told you that our kingdom is just as beautiful as Atlantis!”, the two enjoyed a chuckle until they both choked on their laughter as both of their stomaches started making sounds. Tritons sounded like an earthquake, running trough his abs, and Erics sounded like a boiling pot of water, bubbling up his guts.

“Umm Triton are you alright?” Eric asked strained. “P-Perfectly, was that your stomach I heard just now my boy?” Triton responded shaken. “No of course not…pfbllt…fuck” Eric cursed under his breath, as he let out a ripe wet fart. “How dare you, flatulence is not appropriate, especially in front of a-” Triton held his tongue as he himself let out a bubbly loud fart, so smelly that the flower stand they were standing near, started to welt. People around them started to look and hold their noses, trying to act like nothing is going on, since it’s the Prince AND a king from the sea . They both looked at each other, with pained looks as the pressure in their bellies started to rise. “Forgive me, uhh, we have wonderful hnng soft toilet paper and clean toilets at the castle prrbt MULTIPULE TOILETS INFACT” Eric said, as he let out more gas and gurgles, holding his ass cheeks. “Riveting, lets go…Quickly” Triton answered as he let out a few dry farts himself, fidgeting.

Frantically they ran back to the castle, on the way they both let more toxic gasses escape their big ass cheeks, Eric even more than that. A puddle of his chocolate mess started to go down his dress pants, as he fought for dear life to keep his hole closed shut until they arrived at the castle. Right before they finally arrived at the Royal Castle, the pressure was all gone and there was nothing there to keep the two men from shitting themselves. Halfway trough the yard, toward the entrance Triton yelled out a “DON’T YOU DARE, NOO!!” and stopped dead in his tracks. Prince Eric also stopped and turned around to the King, “Hurry Triton, we can make it, the doors are right there”, but to no avail. With a look of loss, he dropped his loincloth and pulled up his skirt, as he started to squat the first hard logs started to drop from his ass.

The royal guards, who were a distance away, started going towards the two as they saw the two royals in painful expressions. Determined not to emberass his guest an father-in-law, Eric gave in and also pulled down his soiled pants, and squatted infront of Triton, holding his strong hands so that they could sit there more stable. “If this incedent has been planned by you boy, you’ll be in big trouble” Triton said with an angry gaze, “I promise you it’s not, but please don’t be uncomfortable, we’ll just do this here”.

That was where their little staredown ended and the chicken came back for seconds, as they unloaded hefty chunks of diarrhea and shit and gasses right there in the courtyard. “My prince, is everything all right-, oh dear…” the guard said, the other started gagging as the smell hit his nose. “Men, use your shields to keep the eyes of his majesty until he is done unloading” Eric ordered. Reluctantly they both stood around them, holding out their big shields and stood guard, trying their best not to faint. The two royals stood their embarrassed as the guards had to shield them then help them clean up their shitty mess

[trashytummiez]

Headcanons regarding Riddle Rosehearts?

Riddle's story is about never getting to indulge or do stuff he likes cuz of his horrible mommy. I think Riddle tries to be very strict about his caloric intake on default but deep down wants to just eat freely and have yummy foods. He's super resistant at first but some foods make his tiny mouth water and eventually he might overindulge if he's assured no one will ever know. Especially sweets. If he's left with a whole of cherry tarts Riddle might be too overjoyed by how yummy they taste to even notice he's overdoing it until it's too late but he does anyway because he just feels so good not having to worry so much <3

While Riddle always holds in his burps and swallows them back down before they can even rise up his throat if he's overeating Riddle will burp really loudly and unexpectedly. Thats cuz he's so not used to overeating that when he does he's eating a lot really fast which puts a lot of extra air in his tummy and because he's so tiny his tummy bloats faster for it. So he'll be sitting back and groaning while massaging his tight bloated belly both embarrassed but satisfied and then out of nowhere this really big and loud burp will erupt out of him and leave him really embarrassed and apologetic for being so rude. But he can't deny it felt really good and if whoever he's eating with starts laughing or praises it Riddle will giggle nervously back but slowly ease up.

Riddle can even be coaxed into getting into a burping contest. Something unheard of until he realizes that as crude as it is he's having fun with his friends and that's all the poor boi ever wanted <3<3

Riddle's not super strong despite his strong magic tho and he's really small and skinny from being malnourished by his mom growing up and her strict dietary demands sticking with him in his teenage years. So he's prone to getting really painful tummyaches if he eats something that makes him sick. This will leave Riddle hunched over a toilet and giving really thick painful burps he can't even do in his mouth. And if he starts throwing up he'll actually start tearing up a little because of how badly it hurts and for feeling embarrassed at being so disgusting if around someone he cares about. He actually begins to cry if whoever is around him is rubbing his back and showing genuine care too cuz that was denied to him as a child and being vulnerable and someone showing him warmth when he needs it is something new to Riddle but so very much needed for the poor boi

#riddle #headcanon #tummy kink #stuffing #burps #tummyache #emeto #nausea #fluff #comfort

[jeeperso]

D&D Quotes Without Context

Revenge of CHAOTICA! edition, Episode 1

After years of tinkering, Mary Jane Peaceblossom has finally finished reconstructing a Spelljamming helm! Now, Captain William Thunderchild and Amber take their teenage dragon ward Melfina on a maiden flight! Joined by the newly awakened Moonpaw, sent to monitor the flight for problems, because Dingo said they could go fork themselves.

"Alright so we all know the plan right?" "YES! Absolutely! Completely-understand-the-plan-and-ready-to-follow-through. Fiver?" "That was a test. There is no plan. You failed."

Fiver begins scanning the yard for the biggest guy. GM: There is a frost giant. OOC: Okay next biggest? GM: Hill giant. They are playing cards. Kind of hard to kick them in the junk when we can't actually reach said junk. Robbins: "His-junk-is-bigger-than-me."

OOC: I was gonna grab and throw him at the frost giant's junk.

Robbins: "Better-than-prison-rations...Still-needs-mustard." Fiver: "Not the first time I've been given that critique. Apparently I taste 'gamey.' Don't ask how I know this."

"Lemme-go! I-know-my-rights! I-demand-trial-by-puppet!"

Thunderchild's original suggestion of "William Thunderchild's Mutha-Fucking-Pimp-Hand" was veto'd.

Moonpaw, all you know is a half elf reeking of weed bought you from a pet shop yesterday and as of two hours ago you have higher brain functions.

"I am so going to use my new brainpower to plot your demise."

Thunderchild: "Fair enough, we can't all be the Sisko." MJ: "Praise be his name."

Suddenly, the whole ship lurches, as if going to full speed and even beyond. Melfina cries out “WHATS GOING ON?” Thunderchild: "I'll let you know as soon as I figure that out."

"We-need-your-ship. And-your-clothes." "Jokes on you: I don't wear any."

Thunderchild: "First rule of spelljammer crashes, be sure to establish that it's the other guys fault."

Fiver: "Don't mind her she has a thing about Paladins." Katt: "APAB." Moonpaw: "I don't speak whatever that is."

"Does your ship even still work?" "It didn't before."

"Although something that wont explode would be preferable." The viewing crystal explodes.

Thunderchild: "OOH I HAVEN'T HELPED WITH A PRISON BREAK IN AGES!"

Fiver: "I want to know how much they need to be filled in." Moonpaw: "All of it. Me, especially."

"Oh it's Helmut. This may be trouble. I hope he's still not sore about the Jock strap incident."

“Hands where we can see them!” "What do I do if I don't have hands?"

"KATT DON'T BE STUPID. IF YOU DIE HOW YOU GONNA EXPLAIN IT TO YOUR GODDESS GIRLFRIEND YOU GOT KILLED BY TWO MOOKS IN A JAIL?" “Hey! We’re not mooks! We’re at least elite henchpersons!” "And it's adorable you think that makes a difference." “We get health insurance and Chaotica doesn’t kill us if we displease her!”

"Cells-cells-cells-toilet-cells-game-room-cells-Oh Bridge."

"You can outrun anyone. If my life has a meaning, that is the meaning."

You follow her voice to a room bare save a table laden with charts and a green glowing dodecahedron surrounded by black metal chains. Thunderchild: "Well that is something." Fiver: "That looks nice and ominous."

"And a soul cage, who the hell uses such a twisted thing?" "The Empress CHAOTICA. Mongospace sucks."

“It feels like the same magic Auntie MJ cast before.” thunder rumbles horses whinny tortle noises "Whered-the-tortle-come-from?" "No, not you, not again!" "Why is there a gnome with a sheet of tin?"

You look out the port. Good news, you’ve moved. Bad news. There’s a plain of ice outside. "ICEBERG-AHEAD!" Worse news: you’re already on the ground. "ICEBERG-BENEATH!"

"He's-here." “Oh, yeeeeeeessss, I am!”

"Alright-we're-exiting. Just. Wait. How-cold-is-it-out-there?" "Mongo, so YES."

"I'd like to run instead of dying while only five hours old."

"Block Beta for life. All 10 seconds left of it."

The rhythmic thudding stops. From right outside the helm door you hear, in a monotone voice. “Open the door and come peacefully. Please resist. So we may BURN YOUR HEARTS IN A FIRE!” "Not by the hairs on our chinny-chin-chins!" "What she said." "I'm kind of partial to living."

"Also I would like to lodge a formal complaint with your staff violating the rules of the Genosa convention by attacking a medic. I am a cleric of El Araihah and am afforded special protections. Also they singed my good suit. And my good toupee." "Now-its-only-a-half-pee."

"Oh wait till we get to the TORCHAAA you'll hate that. They stick very tiny lobsters in your ears and they snip off pieces of your brain. It's actually worse than it sounds if you can imagine."

Janus: *deep sigh* "MJ, Mary. I asked you to do one thing, and that was 'Make sure Thunderchild doesn't get everyone killed with that crate.' What did you do? And what are our options for a rescue mission?" Heidi: "I can strap some explosives to an Apparatus of Kwalish." Janus: "Will that get us to the Astral Sea?" Heidi: "One way or the other probably."

#dungeons and dragons #dnd 5e #quotes without context #spelljammer #Revenge of CHAOTICA! #treasure island

[justpottytime]

OK, I'm finally gonna do it! I'm using @omowritingprompts omo questionnaire - I'm sorry I can't link the actual post, I don't know how on mobile, but you'll find it on their blog! I'm answering the questions for my OC Kyder - she's a D&D high elf, and a guard captain working in a castle, so her time period is very much 'medieval but with magic', and a few things have been handwaved for convenience!

TW for several mentions of trauma and abuse!

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general / casual (regular everyday peeing behavior lol)

1. What’s their preferred place to pee? (bathroom, outside, container…etc.)

Wherever it would generally be considered 'socially acceptable', so most of the time for her, that would be a toilet or a chamber pot.

2. Do they prefer to pee standing up or sitting / squatting? At home or in public?

Sitting if possible, but if she has to do it outside, she hates the vulnerability of having to squat down - though as she's AFAB, she always assumed she had to. Her friend is currently trying to teach her how to pee standing up while they're outside, and while she's not very good at it yet, she definitely prefers it.

3. Can they aim well (or at all)? Which hand do they use? Both? None? 

She hasn't gotten that far yet in learning to go while standing up, so she usually ends up with a bit of a mess down her legs, which she definitely doesn't like. It's a work in progress!

4. Are they vocal or quiet? Do they get chatty if there are people around?

She's VERY quiet apart from the occasional sigh if she was holding a lot. If there are other people around then depending on who they are, forget chatty, she's not likely to be able to pee at all!

5. Do they have any unusual bathroom habits? (whistling, leaning against the wall, pants all the way down when standing, looking at memes on their phone, etc.)

She can get pee-shy when she's feeling anxious over something, and when that happens, she often needs to stim to make herself relax. She mostly does this by fidgeting with the hem of her clothes, either rubbing the material between her thumb and finger, or gently twisting and pulling at it. The repetitive motion of her hands gives her brain something else to focus on, and it will often prompt her muscles to relax because she isn't thinking about what she's trying to do anymore.

6. Do they take their time or do they try to get done as quickly as possible?

She always tries to be as quick as possible, especially while she's working, because she doesn't want anyone to come looking for her and find out where she was.

7. Are they pee-shy? Do they get embarrassed? If yes, in what situation and by what? (the sight? the noise? people knowing they have bodily functions?) In front of whom?

As mentioned above, she's definitely pee-shy, caused by traumatic memories from her childhood (I'll give more detail later in the questionnaire) and it's now very tightly tied to her anxiety. She HATES people knowing she has bodily functions and will constantly try to hide it, to the point that the people she's closest with often have to work with her on getting her to tell them when she needs to go, to prevent accidents or waiting longer than necessary. If she has to pee with someone else around, she can only do it if it's someone she feels safe with, and she still often gets embarrassed by the noise. Her partner often counteracted this by mumbling a lot of praise and sweet nothings whenever he had to help her, which both covered the sound and soothed a lot of her anxiety.

8. Do they prefer to go in groups or do they want to be alone / need privacy.

Around people she doesn't know or trust, she'd much rather be completely alone. Around someone that she trusts and feels safe with, she might actively ask them to stay with her and help, depending on how bad her anxiety is or what position she's in - she still needs help to balance if she's trying to pee standing up.

9. If they use the men’s room, stall or urinal? Do they stick to the unwritten bathroom etiquette? (no talking, no looking over, leaving a urinal gap, etc.)

Not applicable, she's cis AFAB and the bathrooms aren't separated by gender during this time period anyway. She only pees standing up when she's doing it outside.

10. Do they refuse to use certain bathrooms? (too dirty, too crowded, wrong type of toilets?)

She'll sometimes try to hold it if there are too many people around/near the bathroom and she doesn't think she'll be able to make herself relax. She tries not to appear bothered if the toilet is too dirty out of a fear of seeming stuck-up, but it bothers her more than she'll admit.

11. Have they ever peed in the pool (except as a baby)? On purpose or not?

No, though she doesn't get much chance to go swimming considering where she is, but she would never do it on purpose and do her best to avoid an accident.

12. Do they pee in the shower / bath and would they admit it if someone asked?

Again, she would try very hard not to do that, mostly just because she knows you're not 'supposed' to go there. If she somehow did end up peeing in the bath/shower and someone asked her about it though, she would deny it completely - not that she's a very good liar...

13. Have they ever locked someone out of a bathroom / kept them from going?

Not intentionally, but there's certainly been times where she was struggling to relax enough to let go, and it kept someone waiting uncomfortably.

14. Have they ever peed in the opposite gender bathroom? (if applicable) 

Again, bathrooms usually aren't separated by gender during this time period, most of the time it's just a single room. If they were though, she would utterly refuse to use the opposite gender's bathroom, and the suggestion would probably make her pretty anxious. The main reason for this is due to her being autistic, which obviously can't be diagnosed in her time period, and she was frequently scolded throughout her life for being unaware of unspoken social rules and inevitably breaking them by accident. As such, the idea of breaking the few social rules she DOES know would terrify her, as she still expects punishment for it.

15. Are they okay with or used to peeing outside? Do they do it often?

She doesn't exactly like it, but it's a necessity with her work. She usually needs a bit of help though, either with reassurance or to balance if she's trying to pee standing up. If she has to do it on her own, particularly around others, she'll often get rather upset.

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desperation / wetting (yk, the actual omo stuff)

16. How do they say “I have to pee”? Are they blunt? Do they use weird euphemisms? Do they get offended if someone uses certain terms around them?

She HATES having to say it, and will usually avoid it at all costs. It's normally easier to have someone just ask if she has to go, as embarrassing as that always is, but obviously she can't always rely on that. If she's with someone she trusts, she'll often have some kind of code word or phrase that they'll know means it's time to find a bathroom if possible, but no-one else will know the meaning of. It makes her feel slightly safer, just about enough to get the words out.

17. What are some “tells” that they have to go? Who can tell first if they don’t speak up?

She tends to fidget and squirm and look rather nervous, and she'll often seem distracted. Usually only her partner or closest friends know what her squirming looks like, and can often tell before it becomes obvious pee-squirming (if only because they've learned to pay attention and look for it).

18. If someone asks if they have to go and they do, do they admit or deny it? Do they play it down as much as they can or do they exaggerate on purpose?

If it's someone she's comfortable around and willing to accept help from, she'll usually admit it and try to be honest about how bad it is, if only to avoid an accident. The exception to this is if she knows she won't be able to go anytime soon, in which case she might deny it so as not to stress out whoever asked - she feels guilty enough about needing help like this, she doesn't want to make them panic if there's nothing that either of them can do about it.

19. How do they act when they’re desperate? Do they get angry? Do they squirm a lot or do they freeze up? Do they get quieter or do they talk more than usual?

As mentioned above, she gets squirmy, quiet and distracted, and it often makes her nervousness worse.

20. How do they act when someone else is desperate in their vicinity? Do they try to help them? Are they successful or do they accidentally make it worse?

Surprisingly, she's better at dealing with this with other people than with herself. She'll do her best to help and keep them both calm, and try to find them somewhere to go. While she won't suggest anything that might be 'inappropriate' to go in, she also won't stop the desperate person if they suggest it - unless there will be immediate negative consequences, like someone scolding them or the sound giving away where they are.

21. How do they like to be treated when they have to go? Do they want comfort / encouragement / coddling? Are they okay with light-hearted teasing or jokes?

Either ignore it if there's no chance of relief anytime soon, or occasional gentle encouragement if she just needs to hold it a bit longer - don't bring it up too much or she'll get embarrassed. Although, if the situation starts to get a bit dire, it might also be a good idea to quietly remind her that it won't be a disaster if she doesn't quite make it, and that she won't be in trouble...

22. The same as the three questions above but with accidents (bedwetting too).

1. How do they act when they have an accident/wet the bed? Do they get angry? Do they squirm a lot or do they freeze up? Do they get quieter or do they talk more than usual?

Accidents are SERIOUSLY bad for her because of her trauma, to the point that in extreme cases, they can cause dissociation and flashbacks to several VERY bad memories of her childhood. She'll usually freeze up and often start silently crying without noticing. If no-one intervenes, her fight-or-flight instincts will usually kick into overdrive and she'll try to hide until she can bring herself back to the present. Bedwetting is somewhat less severe, but she still ends up feeling pretty embarrassed and ashamed, especially if it happened around someone else.

2. How do they act when someone else has an accident/wets the bed in their vicinity? Do they try to help them? Are they successful or do they accidentally make it worse?

Again, she actually finds it easier when it's someone else going through this instead of her. She has a tendency to mother people slightly, so she'll usually try her best to console them and find them clean clothes, or at least something to cover the wet patch, and she'll want to take charge of cleaning up if she can. How much this helps depends on how much fussing the person in question can take - if they just want to be left alone, this may be more irritating than anything else!

3. How do they like to be treated when they have an accident/wake up wet? Do they want comfort / encouragement / coddling? Are they okay with light-hearted teasing or jokes?

As mentioned above, accidents can cause a pretty severe negative reaction, so anyone with her will definitely need to help. If it happened in public, best to get her away from everyone as quick as possible, and try to bring her back to the present if she's stuck in her own head - you can usually tell if she flinches away from being touched. Once she's 'back', she'll still be pretty upset, but not quite as terrified. She'll never admit it aloud, but she usually wants a lot of comfort and reassurance, and won't fight it if someone wants to help her get cleaned up or fusses over her a little. Physical affection is something she particularly craves, and while she often can't get the words out, she may cuddle into the person helping her's side or hold her arms out for a hug, if she's relatively certain she won't be pushed away. Bedwetting isn't quite as bad, though naturally she'll still be very upset and embarrassed - usually she just wants a little reassurance that it can happen to anyone, and maybe a hand changing the bedsheets.

23. Do they get upset or embarrassed over an accident or do they shrug it off? 

As mentioned above, very VERY upset and embarrassed. It'll probably leave her shaken for a good few hours, if not the rest of the day.

24. What’s the last time they had a genuine full-on accident? How old were they?

She was in her 400s, it happened fairly recently - she was with a friend and they attended a fancy event together, as said friend needed to keep an eye out for trouble. She drank a lot of tea and was too scared to tell him that she had to go for fear of interrupting his work, and ended up having an accident at the worst moment...

25. Have they ever wet themself deliberately? Would they consider doing it?

It's always been an accident so far, and it will almost certainly stay that way. It would take a pretty extreme circumstance for her to even consider wetting deliberately - like, she'd have to be in significant pain and with absolutely no hope of relieving herself anytime soon, and it would take a LOT of coaxing and reassurance from someone she trusts.

26. Do they tend to wait too long or do they go when they feel the urge for the first time?

She almost always waits too long because she's too embarrassed to let anyone find out she has to go. This leads to her either being reluctant to tell whoever she's with that she needs a potty break, or she'll hold it for much too long while she's working so that no-one sees her slipping away to the bathroom.

27. Do they have a weak / small or strong / big bladder?

She has a pretty big bladder after so many years of holding, though it's not the strongest for that same reason - never letting the muscles rest will eventually weaken them...

28. What helps them cope when they have to go but can’t? What makes it worse?

Distractions help a lot - if she has something interesting enough to focus on, she can almost forget her need completely. Conversely, being reminded of peeing will make it a lot worse, especially people talking or joking about it.

29. Is there any type of drink (or food) that goes right through them?

Just standard diuretics, the same way they would go through anyone.

30. Do they wake up to pee at night or do they sleep through? Do they ever wake up desperate or in the middle of an accident? Do they have pee dreams?

Kyder is a D&D elf, and the lore books say elves actually don't sleep, they 'trance' for 4 hours a night, which is like a state of semi-conscious meditation, so this doesn't really apply here... She does wake up desperate most mornings though, and will try to relieve herself first thing after getting out of bed.

31. Do they ever pee in odd places / in public? What’s the weirdest place they’ve ever peed in? Were they drunk / on meds, sleepwalking, super desperate, etc.?

She tries not to, but it's certainly come to that a few times - not really in public though, thankfully. But she has ducked into one of the guest rooms around the castle she works in to use the chamber pot if she was too embarrassed or nervous to use one of the bathrooms, which she would consider weird. The weirdest place by far though was when she and a friend were out and had to use a public bathroom that was literally just two toilets side by side, no privacy... And they were both too desperate to wait for the other to go first. She managed to use it though, and her friend said he was proud of her so she considers it a win!

32. What’s the most desperate they’ve ever gotten past childhood and did they make it?

Oh goodness... So many scenarios for this! But probably the time she put it off a little too long during work one day and ended up having an accident in front of one of the other guards... It could have ended in disaster, but she was VERY lucky that it happened to be in front of the only guard she's actually close with, and he managed to calm her down, though he ended up finding out about her past from it...

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medical / childhood stuff (feel free to skip this ofc)

33. At what age were they potty trained? Were they ever potty-trained? (lol, I hope)

I've never been entirely certain, but I'll say she was a little younger than 2 when the whole potty training process started - though she was absolutely not ready to be potty trained at the time and probably would have benefitted from slightly longer in diapers until she had a better grasp on her body, but her parents wanted her trained as soon as possible... The end result was that, although her potty training started when she was a little younger than 2, she couldn't actually reliably make it to the potty until she was about 3. It was... A long year for all involved...

34. Same question as above but with bedwetting. When did they stop? Do they have one-off accidents in specific situations? (alcohol, nightmares, deep sleep?)

Seeing as elves trance instead of sleep, this made bedwetting much more shameful, especially since it was a common occurrence for her as a child. Thankfully she learned how to change her own bedsheets at a very young age, and since they had maids to do all the washing, her parents were none the wiser when she was too tired to wake up at night and go to the bathroom. Thankfully she outgrew it once her bladder got a little bigger, and these days bedwetting is pretty uncommon - though not impossible. It's been known to happen if she repeatedly pushes her bladder to its limits during the day before, or if something particularly upsetting happened and the memory comes back to haunt her at night.

35. Were they accident-prone as a kid? Are they still like that or did it get better with age?

She was extremely accident-prone as a child, mostly because her parents often wouldn't let her go when she needed to, and she could never hold it for the unreasonable lengths of time that they expected. She's less accident-prone now, but only because she goes to extreme lengths to avoid them, even barely drinking anything throughout the day sometimes. It's a habit she's trying her best to break, as it often makes her sick...

36. Do they wear protection or did they wear it in the past? (past baby/toddler-age)

That's... A question that depends heavily on the AU and who I'm RPing her with. In her current world, it's a solid "no and never going to happen", but there have been a few AUs where she has, though I won't go into details here since I don't want to tag this.

37. Do they have any medical issues that make them have to pee more / have frequent accidents? If yes, how do they deal with them? Do they take meds?

Not really, though as mentioned above, her bladder isn't the strongest from too much holding over the years. This also leaves her more vulnerable to UTIs than most, but she has some basic healing magic that can clear them up before they cause too much trouble - though she'll sometimes suffer through them for a day if she's afraid of 'wasting' her magic on herself when she might need it for something else, in which case she'll wait to heal herself until night time when she can recharge her magic straight after using it.

38. Does anyone know about said issues? Do they talk about them openly or not? (out of embarrassment? fear of bad reactions? because no one ever asks?)

She almost never talks about this issue due to the obvious shame, and her partner is the only one who knows, because he's seen her healing herself from UTIs so often.

39. Do they have some trauma related to omo (being mocked / scolded / yelled at for an accident, bullying, weird / scary encounters in public bathrooms, etc.)

Ah, here we go - the epicentre of where this all started. As mentioned above, she was potty trained before she was fully ready and often wasn't allowed to go when she had to - this was mostly because her parents are rich nobles and completely obsessed with their own image. They never really wanted a child, they wanted a miniature adult that they could dress up and parade around and brag about. As you can imagine, this led to a lot of verbal and emotional abuse when she was obviously incapable of being what they wanted, and a fair amount of neglect too since they didn't want to actually take care of her, and she was mostly left for the maids to deal with unless they wanted to show her off to someone... And being shown off was the worst part. They would always drag her to fancy balls and events, and expect her to stand there quietly and only speak when spoken to, never move or ask for anything or need anything. This would have been an impossible ask for any small child, but a neurodivergent child who was sensitive to the sound of lots of overlapping chatter, AND already developing anxiety and a severe distrust of people? Forget it. Each time she got upset or 'acted out', the rules would become more and more strict, and she would be punished more and more severely until eventually she managed to stay completely silent and still... But this left another problem. She still didn't have the strongest control over her bladder, and a lot of the fancy parties they were attending could last almost all day. She would of course be scolded and silenced as soon as she tried to tell her mother or father that she had to go, they would insist it was impolite to say it aloud, especially around others. Squirming or fidgeting in place also resulted in anger and scolding, because apparently that was rude too. It would never take long before she had an accident, which would usually draw the attention of everyone else... Though the stuck-up nobles that her parents were friends with never spared her any sympathy when this happened. It almost always ended with her being physically punished in front of everyone - her father carried a cane and wasn't afraid to use it. There was nothing she could do to escape this fate for most of her childhood, until she eventually became capable of holding it until they went back home, but that took a long time and required her to dehydrate herself for most of the day. It took years for her to work through even some of the trauma and get past her fear of fancy events and balls, they only cause moderate anxiety these days... But as mentioned above, accidents can still send her back there in an instant.

40. Did they ever have an accident or extremely close call while sick?

She doesn't get sick very often, but when she does, it hits HARD. That probably makes close calls a common occurrence when she feels too sick to get out of bed, unless someone's there to lift her onto the chamber pot every few hours.

#omo questionnaire #this was fun! #it's interesting to list things out like this!

[finalgirlincollege]

The Black Phone Review

Based on past experiences, having seeing the not so enticing trailer for The Black Phone paired with reading and hearing so many reviews praising said film, I was reluctant to go watch it, yet, as I had an opportunity to see an early screening of it, I decided to give it a chance, hoping I would be pleasantly surprised. 

Sadly, it wasn’t the case.

Set in a small Denver suburb in 1978, The Black Phone (Scott Derrickson, 2022) tells the story of Finney (Mason Thames), a kid who lives with his sister Gwen (Madeleine McGraw) and a physically and emotionally abusive father (Jeremy Davies) in a routine the two kids had developed to cope with the alcoholism of their dad until one afternoon after school, having said goodbye to his sister who headed to a friends house, Finney becomes  the 6th and final victim of the kidnapper nicknamed The Grabber (Ethan Hawke).

The Black Phone Movie Poster

Using a façade of clumsiness to make the boy approach him with the intention of helping him, The Grabber thanks Finney with a magic trick, which distracts him until he sees the black balloons in the back of his van that indicate the man is the kidnapper just as he is drugged and tossed into the back of his van not without giving a fight before passing out.

Time later, Finney wakes up in a basement where little things keep him company like a dirty mattress and a toilet, the only out of place thing for this situation being a black disconnected phone that as time goes by, helps him communicate with past victims who—as they too were kept in the same basement—begin to help him by telling him what they know of the house and ways they tried to escape as well as what not to do in order to avoid being killed. All the while, Gwen, who sometimes is able to see things through her dreams, tries to find information to help get her brother back.

In the end, the previous victim, Robin (Miguel Cazares) who used to be a friend of Finney, lifts the protagonist’s spirits up and manages to teach him how to throw a punch and use what’s available to him to defeat The Grabber and escape the basement.

With an overall slow pacing, as so many calls with different ghosts that truthfully could be condensed in two or three at the most—given than most plans where useless or not even developed in full—that end up being inconsequential (specially when Finney wastes precious time asking useless questions), the movie moves between past, present, reality and dreams with difficulty, as details like some effects used for the flashbacks seem too amateur and much more like a 2012’s instagram filter that don’t really add much to the overall plot.

Hands down, in my opinion, the highlight of the film is Gwen, a character whose strong will and determination that at times becomes aggression due to the constant toxic environment at home, combined with the perfect amount of comic relief, would’ve made her a better suited protagonist than her brother, as she’s aided only by her own powers manages to get the authorities close enough to help her escaping brother, while he’s—as I touched more in depth here—basically given a guide to survive, making him quite a weak character as it seems he’s unable to do much by himself if he’s not told what to do.

On the subject of the antagonist, The Grabber seems to have left little impact in me as I referred to him by the wrong name a couple of times when first discussing this film with some friends; nevertheless the mask he hides under is quite visually interesting, specially because it’s made up by two separate parts; sadly, I think they could’ve stablished more lore around said artifact as it’s never specified what’s the deal with it aside a brief moment when Finney manages to rip it off his face, causing a Michael Myer’s like reaction as The Grabber seems to be unable to attack without it.

Briefly touching on two of the tertiary characters, considering Gwen already offers comic relief in the film, though being otherwise quite a serious character, I considered The Grabber’s brother completely unnecessary and annoying, specially because they type of comedy he offers doesn’t really align with the type of movie The Black Phone is. 

Meanwhile, just as the antagonist’s brother represents the basic archetype of The Stoner, Gwen and Finney’s father is the caricature of the abusive, alcoholic father, which causes him to be quite a bland character in the end. Not only that, but he doesn’t do much aside from driving Gwen around town one night in hopes to see the door she had seen in her dreams to help Finney. As such I found it borderline insulting when he didn’t have to suffer real consequences for his actions when the climax of his character is just apologizing to Finney, even when throughout the movie more abuse is shown towards Gwen.

Moving on to other aspects of the story itself, aside from that moment where after thinking they found the right house thanks to Gwen’s powers, the detectives realize there’s nothing but the bodies of the previous victims, causing her hopes tumble to the ground, I found no real reason for The Grabber to have two houses as he could’ve buried the bodies somewhere else, something I actually think would’ve been more inconspicuous.

The biggest problems I found is, firstly, that it’s never fully stablished if Finney is truly dealing with supernatural entities via the phone or if he and The Grabber share some sort of psychosis, for even in the film itself it’s said that only the protagonist and the antagonist were ever able to hear the ringing of the phone. Secondly, considering the trauma Finney went through, the closing scene makes little sense as it seems just a couple of days after the whole ordeal, everything was perfectly back to normal, with cero mental repercussions on the kid aside from a new found confidence.

On the same topic, as Robin helps Finney defend himself, the resolution of the film feel too much like a “the real treasure was the friends we made along the way” kind of movie and though I’m not saying interpersonal relationships can’t be explored through horror films, as this genre seems to be always grounded in reality, we can’t ignore the realistic consequences situations like a kidnapping would have on an actual kid just so we can have a heartwarming coming-of-age story.

Finally, I must add that the first time I saw the trailer for this film, knowing nothing about it, I thought it seemed like a copy of Stephen King’s stories, which made sense when after watching the full film I researched the story it was based on only to discover it was written by King’s son Joe Hill. Now, though some people might see this as Hill paying homage to his father, I can’t help but think this more as a copy of King’s works because Hill realized his father’s “blueprint” worked rather than the result of being inspired by the patriarch’s texts.

Even if we don’t take into account Hill’s lineage and influences, after reading the original story, it itself seems to have been too short to provide enough material for an on screen adaptation, which resulted in scenes longer that necessary and questions left unanswered.

As such, The Black Phone, though proposing an interesting managing of the supernatural with the communication via a phone, doesn’t offer a new or exiting setting as we’ve seen it before in stories like It. It also never quite manages to successfully establish the elements of the story that makes it coherent, having us wondering—and not in a good way—if what happened with he calls was real or not and instead ending up with a half-assed attempt at constructing a universe in which we as an audience need to fill the gaps to make sense of the story and characters.

#the black phone #horror #movies #movie review #horror movies #Final Girl in College #FG Reviews #horror fan

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Heroes of Krynn 2 & Knuckles

(I get to use more Legends of Runeterra artwork let’s gooooo. Artwork by SixMoreVodka)

https://dnd.wizards.com/unearthed-arcana/heroes-krynn-revisited

So this dropped yesterday (I’m writing this on the 25th but it’s gonna be posted sometime on the 26th because lol I sleep in) and I figure I may as well comment on it, seeing as I wrote a very long post about my thoughts on the original Krynn UA. They changed quite a bit now that Dragonlance has been announced, and I’m sorta just writing this immediately as I read the UA so let’s see what they did.

Kender

They ditched the magic bag thank fuck. It was a cool idea but way too finnicky. I hope they go with The Wintery Wyvern’s idea and turn that ability into a magic item. (btw go check out the Wintery Wyvern on YouTube)

The new ability they got is Kender Curiosity and... one free skill proficiency yaaaay. 🙄 Honestly now Kender just feel like a Halfling subrace and that’s boring as hell. I’m not a Dragonlance fan so I don’t know what Kender did before but I doubt anyone wants them to be just Halflings with weird kleptomaniac lore.

Backgrounds

I actually like the changes they made to the backgrounds from the last UA. “But Tiger you hated the backgrounds last time!” Yes but three very important things were changed:

Squire of Solamnia was flushed down the fucking toilet as an option for these backgrounds.

More options were provided, allowing you to customize your character with your background (heaven’s forbid!)

The feats being listed as “bonuses” makes it far easier to assume as a DM that allowing these backgrounds without their associated feats is fine, meaning that if you don’t want these feats to be objectively stronger than others you can just turn them into regular feats.

Still don’t like the lack of ideals / bonds / flaws but hey it’s a step in the right direction, even if I still dislike this system as a whole. There are admittedly some really strong feats available from these backgrounds, like Tough, Warcaster, and Mobile.

Feats

So they didn’t actually flush Squire of Solamnia down the toilet I guess. Seeing as they still have the feat tree system to some extent I’ll talk about them in the same order I did in my last post:

Divinely Favored - The two main things that changed from my understanding are that you can get any Cleric cantrip (not just Thaumaturgy) and they removed Wizard as an option for the 1st level spell you get. This is good both for cantrip versatility (you can now get some divine damage to your martial character) and powergaming (no free Find Familiar.) Overall a very good change to an already good feat!

Divine Communications - So they launched this feat into the sun, seemingly giving Divinely Favored the Augury spell once for free. I’m fine with this since this feat was kinda bad before. It was legit just a half feat for 3 languages and 2 spells.

Initiate of High Sorcery - Wow holy shit they gutted this feat lmao. No more Guidance and the 1st level spells you get are all pretty bad. There’s some good spells in each moon (Hex from Nuitari, Feather Fall from Lunitari w/ Disguise Self being okay too, Shield from Solinari) but nothing I’d ride home about. If my choices are either Sacred Flame and Healing Word or Firebolt and Hex I’m going to praise the divine every time.

Adept of the Black Robes - Still trash because you’re wasting your hit die for negligible damage. Like WoTC bruh just make this not use hit die please.

Adept of the Red Robes - Still a solid meh / 10.

Adept of the White Robes - Hey wait a minute they removed Conjuration! I mean I’m not surprised (this not only removes Find Steed but also options like Misty Step) but it’s still kinda lame overall. Anyways still the best of the adept feats which really isn’t saying much because the other two are kinda godawful and this one also isn’t great.

Squire of Solamnia - Precision Attack is the only good one here... but being able to add a d6 to an attack roll proficiency bonus times per long rest? 👀👀👀

Knight of the Crown - Distracting Strike and Goading Attack are good. That’s kinda it really. Solid 7/10 feat nothing I’d go out of my way to get ngl but it’s cool to have if the party has a Rogue or I need to be the tank.

Knight of the Sword - Welp Knight of the Crown is objectively trash now. This is mostly just a problem of Menacing Attack kinda being overpowered. That being said Fears do fall off late game, and Maneuvering Attack is garbage.

Knight of the Rose - Oof. I mean this feat was objectively overpowered before but the choice between either Rally or Commander’s Strike is kinda terrible.

Knight feats as a whole - I like the direction that these feats now use Battle Master abilities instead of being their own separate mechanic. It does kinda reek of “all martials should just have Battle Master maneuvers” though lol. I think having a few set maneuvers that can be used more than once (looking at you, Martial Adept feat!) gives some personality to characters without making them too overpowered, especially since some of the stronger options (Trip Attack) are not available. I think the wording on these feats are a bit confusing but overall they’re well-designed and fun which is what feats should be.

Where is Sorcerer?

According to the blog post the Lunar Magic Sorcerer scored really highly, which I find surprising because it felt rather messy. Chances are they felt that the core ideas were good but they’ll probably tweak the specifics, which is how I felt. All the other content in this UA by comparison received a major overhaul so it’s not surprising that they considered the Sorcerer to be “good enough” as it was mostly functional.

(More LoR artwork pog. Made by SixMoreVodka Studios.)

Final Thoughts

The biggest change was to the feats, which for the most part were fixed for the better. I like these new feats with the exception of the new Sorcery / Robes feats. I also like that the backgrounds were tweaked to allow more customization, although their power level wasn’t changed which is questionable. As far as the Kender goes I’m rather disappointed, and I do hope that the Moon Sorcerer wasn’t completely ditched.

#Unearthed Arcana #dnd #dnd 5e #dragonlance #review #discussion #feats