#crissi answers

[crissiti]

4, 16, and 44 👀

Im gonna presume this is about the spotify wrapped thing so

4 is Feed the Machine by Poor Man's Poison

16 is Paint the Town Red by Dojo Cat

and 44 is Mr. Blue Sky

[thewritersaddictions]

Request: The Adults: Eddie Munson- Birthday Boy

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham

Pov; Chrissy Cunningham/Eddie Munson

Warnings: It's Eddie's birthday, romance, fluff, toddler girl (Eddie and Chrissy are aged up), fluff, cuteness, Not a part of the Stranger Things Timeline season 4, a cute father/daughter moment between Eddie and Charlotte (Char).

Summary: It's Eddie's birthday and whats better than pancakes and glitter!

A/n- Firefly-Graphics for dividers

WC- 2.2k

Request Master List // Stranger Things Master List // The Adults Master List // Chronicles of Eddie M. & Chrissy C. Master List

The sun has just started to come up through the sky shining sun rays into the bedroom window. Eddie is still asleep, snoring lightly as his black curls are thrown across the pillow. He’s turning in his sleep and causing his fluff of hair to make a bad rat’s nest. I turn in the bed and make my way toward the bathroom. Before I get our daughter up and ready for the day, I was in desperate need of a shower. I look over my shoulder, the sleeping body next to me is half-naked. His belly is showing, and I can see each individual breaths that he takes. 

My body aches, as  I get up from the bed. My inner thighs ache as I walk toward the bathroom. Eddie has been relentless last night, I had lightly suggested an early birthday present. He had taken me to bed the second that Charlotte fell asleep, he scooped her up and laid her down in her bed. Afterward, he grabbed me by the hips and dragged me all the way toward our bedroom. 

I shuffled to the bathroom making haste, I was thankful that Eddie was a deep sleeper. I had learned that nothing truly woke him up, not even the screaming and hollering of a newborn baby. He slept like a rock most nights, but he slept a fucking baby after hard and deep fucking. The type that left your legs sores for days afterward.  Where your heart beats in your chest, in your ears, and you can feel it everywhere. 

My shower was quickly ended when I heard the little stomps of our young daughter Charlotte come into the bathroom. Her hair is dark like Ed’s and in just as bad a rat’s nest as Ed’s. She pokes her head in behind the shower curtain. “Mommy?” She questions even though she knows it’s me, but still, she asks. Her voice is high-pitched and a little dry. Regardless she still manages to get my attention, ��Good morning sweetie.” I don’t try and shield her from my body instead I turn off the shower and grab the towel from the rack. 

“How’d you sleep, sweet girl?” I ask Charlotte, she sits looking up at me from the sink counter. “Sleep okay mommy,” she says with a thick yawn interrupting her. I continue to get ready. Getting dressed for the day in some winter boots jeans, and an old sweatshirt from Eddie. From years of smoking the scent has bonded with the sweatshirt, but so has the smell of his cologne and oil from his job. 

The next task is to get Char ready for the day. Sneaking out from behind the bathroom door. To hear the snores of Eddies haven’t stopped I pick up our daughter and put her on my hip. walking the both of us out of the bedroom and into her bedroom. Toys are still nicely put away but her bed is in shambles from moving around in her sleep. I laugh at the sight as it reminds me of Eddie and my own bed. Sheets were messed about, and everything was thrown around. I set her down on the side of her princess bed. “Do you know what you want to wear today sweetie?” I ask her as he sits on my knees in front of her. She hums, and then her face contorts. As if she’s changing her mind like there’s a movie going on behind her eyes. 

“Mommy, can you pick me… pick my clothes out instead?” She questions me, “Of course honey.” I turn on my knees and walked towards her closet. The clothes are all hung up and on display for her to see. She ends up eyeing a sparkling pink tutu, and a white shirt that has a unicorn on it. She beams with excitement as I dress her up and get to work on her hair. The tangles give soon after some detangler. To keep her hair in place I snap a few hair clips into her hair. Keeping stray strains out of her eyes, she looks adoring herself in the mirror. 

“I look so beuitful mommy. Tank you.” She says softly into her ear before kissing my cheek. I turn to look down at my daughter. I have to remind her that it’s Daddy’s birthday before Eddie wakes up to no card from his daughter. “I have something important to tell you, baby.” Charlotte looked at me intently, her eyes just as dark as Eddies. “You gonna tell me secrets?” She questions, her eyes growing big in anticipation. 

I ponder momentarily about how to frame my next words but fall into the trap of Charlotte’s words. “Yeah, I’ve got to tell you secrets about daddy though. Can you keep my secret?” I ask her. We haven’t left her bedroom yet and the floors are yet creaking from Eddie’s footsteps. 

So I remind our daughter that Eddie (daddy) is having a birthday today. “Char, today is the biggest day for daddy all year long.” She longs for my next words leaning into me practically. “Today is daddy’s birthday, so I think that you have to make him a birthday card?” I suggest. Her eyes grow wider than before, “Daddy’s birthday today? I can make him a card?” Everything that Charlotte says is more like a question but that’s just fine with me. 

I shake my head and let her continue before sadly I have to interrupt her. “Why don’t you and I go out to the living room and grab some of your art supplies you can make daddy a card, and mommy can make her special pancakes.” I offer to Char. Beaming with excitement she nearly pushes me to the floor. She turns quickly, before trying to leave her bedroom. “Can I use sparkles?” Always so polite, I smile and shake my head before getting up to follow behind her to the living room. The walk to the living room is quick, and Char makes her spot at the dinner table. “ mommy can I use the table? So I don’t make a mess.” Char asks, I grab her art supplies from under the tv stand and make my way towards where char, as called domain to her drawing and Arts place. 

“Of course, you can sit here sweet girl” with that I set out her glitters, pens, canyons, and colored paper. Char almost daily asked to go to the craft store. She always wanted more art supplies. And that was probably because Eddie was always letting her color in his tattoos and teaching her all the connect terms for certain brushes or techniques.  

“Where is my stickers? Daddy won't have a good birthday card if he can't see my stickers.” that was the first thing said when I was finished putting all her things out. I was sure I grabbed it but went to check anyways. So, back to the tv stand I went looking A little harder I found her stickers lodged between the wood paneling of the stand. Carefully I pulled them out, animals and heart stickers. Char looked at me with relief in her eyes. In tiny words, she spoke a quick thank you, mommy. 

With that, I left Char at the dining room table and went on to the kitchen. My stomach was calling out to me to get some sort of food in my belly. And so was Char apparently because all I heard was yelling from the other room. “mommy my tummy is spicy!” I laughed and yelled back a little softer, “I'm working on it, Dove.” with that the room and most of the house returned to utter and complete silence. 

The silence let me work with my hands to get the batter ready and anything else we would need for breakfast. The smell of pancakes wanted around the house, and the smell of burning bacon filled my head with a dizzying feeling I felt like I was on cloud nine. I was in my world, cooking and making sure that my pancakes came out perfectly so that I didn’t hear the footsteps of Eddie or the little giggles that happened between the two sitting in the dining room. 

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“Daddy, you awake now!” Eddie hears as he enters the dining room. His daughter’s face is lite up with joy, and happiness. Her smile is wide, with tiny teeth making her smile a little crooked here and there. The kid will end up needing braces when she gets older. Eddie had woken up to the bed empty, but the bathroom light was left on, and the smell of food had wafted its way into their bedroom. Eddie’s mind clicked and sent him to walk toward the kitchen. That was before he got the biggest smile from his daughter, “Hello sweet baby, what are you doing?” I ask Charlotte, her face beamed with excitement and she blew what looks like sparkles across the dining room table. “For you!” Shoving it into my chest, Char’s little fingers held onto the glue, crayon, and glitter card. “Now what is this sweet girl?” I asked her, she rolled her eyes at me, sass dripping from her. Definitely Eddies kid. “It’s a card for you daddy, mommy said it’s your birthday and that I needed to make you sompthing.” Charlotte rambled on. “Well can I see what my sweet baby girl wrote for me inside the card?” I pointed down at the card between the two of us. She shook her head with such vigor and eyed me the entire time. 

Glitter transferred to my skin almost automatically, and the smell of glue entered my head. Opening the card more glitter fell to the floor, but that’s a mess to clean later. In the card was shitty kids writing not too far from Ed’s own writing. 

“To DADDY HAPPY BERATDAY! I LOVE YOU!” In big and small letters that were slanted in a downward motion, regardless Eddie loved it with all of his heart. Word misspelled, but he didn’t give a shit all he cared about was that his dear sweet daughter had written him a card. Made it with her ‘own’ two little hands and gifted it to him for his birthday. Eddie was on the verge of tears when he looks down at his daughter. Charlotte was smiling the widest and happiest smile he’d ever seen. “Do you wike it daddy?” He asked her eyes huge with anticipation. Without a single missed beat he threw the card down onto the dining room table, and picked his daughter up into his arms.

 The two of the swing around the space, giggles getting the both of them. Tummies hurt from how much they were laughing. “Thank you so much, sweet girl. Daddy loves it so much. I could just kiss you all day long.” With that, he gave a few quick smooches on her forehead. Charlottes was just a beaming light of sunshine, and her mother Chrissy was just as bright. The two of them were the light of his world, made it worth getting up and dealing with bullshit people in town, or going to his daily job to deal with more assholes. When he knew that he was coming home to his sweet girls. Just waiting for him to get home. 

“Did you see the picture I drew of you and mommy inside with me?” Char says in Ed’s ear. He can’t help the way his eyebrows twitch and he puts his daughter on his hip. Picking up the card again he opens it to find that there is indeed a picture of the three of them. Eddie is on the right with Charlotte on the inside, and Chrissy is on the left of Charlotte. The stick figures are good for how old Char is. He turns to looks at his daughter. “Has mommy seen this yet?” Eddie questions Charlotte. She only shakes her head, “But mommy said she was making her special pancakes.” Charlotte says her signature smile lifting on her face. 

Chrissy has been watching her husband and daughter intract for the past few moments having gotten a second to breathe from the kitchen when she heard the giggles between the two. When she pops her head around the corner of the kitchen wall, Eddie and Charlotte are laughing deep belly laughs and she realizes that Eds is tickling their daughter. She can just barely see Char’s face but the red blotches on her cheeks and arms give notice of just how hard she’s truly laughing. 

Chrissy watches with happiness growing inside her heart. She wonder’s about having another little one that Eddie can be just as in love with. She wants to sit there for the next eternity and watch how her husband and daughter make each other laugh. She wants to see how Eddie tells his stories to their daughter, she wants to see how their daughter reacts and has the same facial expression as Eddie. 

She just falls more in love with her family of two.

They spend the rest of Eddie’s birthday together munching on food and watching movies of course Charlotte gets to pick the first movie. Chrissy lays next to her husband her head resting on his shoulder. “Happy birthday Eds. I love you, baby.” Chrissy whispers to him, and a blush grows on his cheeks. “Thank you, angel. I love you too.” With that Eddie kisses her gently on the lips all while their daughter in tranced by the Disney VHS playing on the tv. 

Completed on: 03/22/23

Posted on: 03/29/23

The Adults- @yourfavdummy @borhapgirlforlife19

[crissiebaby]

Codi's Trick

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, diaper filling, masturbation/diaper sex, slime transformation, humiliation, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

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“This is never going to work!”

“Shhhhh! Try to be optimistic.”

“We’re too old for this!”

“I keep telling you, no, we’re not! And I triple-checked. This neighborhood is Little friendly. We have nothing to worry about.”

*DING DONG*

Lifting her finger off of the doorbell, Crissie stepped back with a giddy expression on her face. Dressed up as a non-specific, non-mouse house princess, she quickly cozied up next to her partner in crime, Codi, huddling close for warmth on the chilly October night. She tugged at her short skirt which did nothing to hide her bulky diaper as a gust of wind moved between her thighs. “I really should’ve worn stockings,” she said, forcing a heavy exhale and watching the white cloud of steamy breath form mid-air.

“I told you!” said Codi, rolling her eyes and shrugging Crissie off of her. Per Crissie’s orders, she was wearing a fancy prince costume that she’d pilfered a few years prior. At least she had something on that covered all of her body on such a cold evening. She’d never been one to retain heat well. That being said, she wasn’t thrilled about the massive diaper bulge she was rocking thanks to the tight pants she had on. 

After waiting for a few seconds, Crissie and Codi could hear footsteps moving closer to the door. Readying a big smile, Crissie was excited to tell her first knock-knock joke of the night. She’d been preparing for over a month with a book she bought online, much to Codi’s dismay. Codi, on the other hand, took the time to quickly check the hem of her pants, making sure that the diaper she had on wasn’t poking out. She didn’t need to make her padded status any more pronounced.

The door swung open and a kindly-looking woman who had to be pushing 50 years old stepped out with a bowl of candy in hand. “Trick or treat!” shouted Crissie before elbowing Codi to repeat the phrase.

“T-trick or treat,” muttered Codi, avoiding eye contact with the middle-aged woman as she held her empty candy bag forward, “Sorry if we’re a bit too old for this. It’s my first time so I don’t really know the rules very well.”

Patting Codi gently on the head, the older woman giggled at her apology. “Oh, deary, there’s no need for that. Everyone deserves the chance to do some candy begging. No matter how old you get, it’s what's in here that matters, and I can tell you have a youthful spirit,” she said, pointing to Codi’s heart, “Now, as a first-timer, you should know that the cost of a piece of candy is your finest joke.”

“Ooh! I’m so ready for this!” said Crissie, clearing her throat an excessive amount, “Why is Cinderella so bad at sports?”

Suppressing a chuckle, the older woman asked simply, “Why?”

“Because her coach is a pumpkin!” yelled Crissie, leaping into the air on the punchline thanks to her child-like energy going off the charts. She held her decretive, princess-themed candy basket forward, watching with hungry eyes as the woman dropped a small handful of miniature candies into her basket. 

Having completed her trick-or-treat joke, all eyes turned to Codi, filling her heart with anxiety. With her eyes trained on the older woman’s dark brown flats, she mumbled, “W-What kind of medicine do witches use on their warts?” Internally, she cringed at the joke she had picked out. It wasn’t extremely funny but it was the only one to get a chuckle out of her when Crissie was reading that dumb joke book non-stop.

Before the older woman could ask for the answer, Codi blurted it out nervously, too on edge to play along with human joke conventions, “I don’t know, but whatever it is isn’t working.” She laughed under her breath after finishing the joke, trying to fill the void of awkward silence that followed.

“Haha! That’s hilarious! Best joke I’ve heard all night,” said the woman, cackling generously. While to many, it would be obvious that she was laughing along for Codi’s sake, Codi was still new to the way Earth people talked and took her words at face value. She curled her lips inward and produced a soft smile, happy to receive such glowing praise.

“But! But! What about the Cinderella joke?!” shouted Crissie, bouncing on the tips of her feet with a pouty expression, “That was the best one too, right?!”

The older woman giggled at Crissie’s immaturity, finding her bratty behavior adorable. “Of course, you two are both hilarious,” she said, giving Crissie the same headpat treatment that Codi was getting, “In fact, since you both are so funny, why don’t I give you an extra special treat? I have a sheet of cookies cooling on my stovetop. Would you two like one?”

“Um, is that even a question?” said Crissie, her excitement doubling at the sound of munching on her favorite dessert. It was only their first house and they were off to a fantastic start. If this kept up, this was bound to be the best trick-or-treat night ever!

Walking back into her house, the older woman called back, “Wait right there. I’ll grab you each one.”

While waiting for the cookies to arrive, Crissie looked down at her candy basket, checking to see what delectable treats she had been given. “Ooh! A pixie stick and some Twix minis. What did you get?” she asked, leaning over to sneak a peek into Codi’s bag.

“I-I don’t know,” said Codi, peering into her bag at the candies she had been given, all of which were completely foreign to her, “Are you sure it’s a good idea we keep going after this? I’m not so certain everyone will be as open as this lady is.”

“Relax, you big worry wort! House number one and we’re getting fresh-baked cookies as a bonus treat. If that’s a sign of how our night’s gonna go, everything’s going to be A-OK!” said Crissie, letting Codi’s concerns bounce off of her. 

Before Codi could raise another protest, the older woman returned, carrying two cookies individually wrapped in a paper towel. “Be careful, they're still a bit hot,” she said, handing off the first cookie to Crissie and the second one to Codi.

As Codi graciously accepted the pastry, she could’ve sworn she saw the older woman wink at her. However, the moment was too quick for her to be certain. She quickly pushed the idea out of her head and chalked it up to her being overly paranoid.

“Yay! Snickerdoodles are the best!” shouted Crissie as she instantly went to work devouring the cinnamon-covered cookie. With a mouthful of moist dough, she added, “Fankoo, owd wady!” not considering how insulting her words were.

Not wanting to be rude, Codi meekly took a tiny bite of her cookie, before stuttering, “I-It’s very yummy. Thank you.” Part of her didn’t know why “yummy” was the first descriptor that came to mind. It definitely felt like something Crissie would say instead of her. Perhaps the childishness of the night’s events was finally rubbing off on her.

Scarfing down the last bite of her cookie, Crissie licked the cinnamon sugar off of her fingertips, savoring the last of the scrumptious confection. Without saying another word, the impatient Little ran off, ready to beg for candy at the next house.

“Crissie, wait up!” yelled Codi, rushing off to join her friend. She took one look back at the middle-aged woman and said, “Have a good night!” before turning around and sprinting to catch up.

Leaning against her door frame, the older woman snickered, her eyes glowing around her irises. “You too, baby girl. You too.”

Running up to the next house, which was painted bright pink with multi-colored, pastel shutters to help its exterior pop, Crissie eagerly pressed the doorbell before turning back and waving to Codi. “Come on, slowpoke!” she shouted, snickering as she watched Codi waddle up to the porch.

“Ugh! At least tell me before you run off next time,” said Codi, leaning over and placing her hands on her knees as she recovered from the run. Being a shut-in artist, she didn’t have a whole lot of stamina to speak of, unlike Crissie who seemingly had an endless supply of energy. Part of her wished she could know what it felt like to be so loose and carefree all the time. However, that wish never made it past the concept phase thanks to watching Crissie make a fool of herself countless times. Looking back, she noticed a sign on the side of the house that read The Pretty Palace Daycare Center. “Crissie, I don’t think anyone’s here. It’s daycare so they’re probably closed for the-”

Before Codi could finish her sentence, the door opened and a young man who looked as though he was young enough to still be in college stepped out with a bowl of candy in hand. He was dressed up as a vampire, albeit a lame one that was more than likely thrown together last minute.

“Trick or treat!” said Crissie and Codi with a flourish of enthusiasm. Crissie’s head whipped toward Codi in response, beyond surprised to see her getting into the festivities. Brushing it off as nothing more than her getting over her nerves, she turned back to the young man and held her bag forward. “I love your daycare, by the way! It looks like a fun place to play!” Getting another eyeful of her surroundings and the young man at its center, she could feel a new story idea brewing in her head.

“Thanks! It’s not mine, though. I’m just the one who got left holding the candy bowl while everyone else is out trick-or-treating,” said the man, dropping his performative smile and acting more casually due to the fact that he was dealing with adults and not children, “Judging from those diaper bulges, I take it you both are Littles. Well, the fee is the same for kids and adult kids. One joke equals one piece of candy.”

Giggling at being called out for the thickness of her diaper, Crissie was prepared to launch into her next joke. However, before she could say anything, Codi blurted out gleefully, “Why do you put a baby in a diaper?”

Crissie’s head once again snapped in Codi’s direction. What had gotten into her bestie? First, she joined in saying “trick or treat” without any hesitation. Now, she was delivering a joke confidently like she’d been doing so for years. Not to mention that the joke she was telling had to be original. If there had been a diaper joke in that book, Crissie would’ve been using it non-stop.

“To tie up loose ends!” said Codi without giving the young man any chance to respond. She then burst into hysterics, doubling over in a fit of uproarious laughter. Then, without warning, she lunged forward for the candy bowl, grabbing a handful of candy before toddling off into the night.

Still in a state of shock, Crissie looked back and forth between the young man and her friend who was shrinking into the distance. “Um…she’s not usually so…whatever that was. Sorry about that,” she said as she turned around and prepared to chase after Codi. Before running off the porch, though, she reached back and took her own handful of candy from the bowl, shoving it into her basket and rushing in Codi’s direction, “Codi, wait up!”

Hanging a sharp right at the end of the block, Codi paid little mind to the words of her padded pal. Instead, she proudly rushed up to the next house and banged her fist on the door, shouting, “Trick or treat! Trick or treat! Trick or treat!” over and over again. 

Crissie reached the same doorstep just in time to see a middle-aged man open the door. He looked a tad shocked to see a pair of adults out trick or treating, letting the full-time bab know that this was probably not someone to be overly Little in front of.

Codi, on the other hand, had no restraint. “Hey, mister! What are the two reasons I wear diapers?!” she shouted before turning around, pulling down her waistband, and presenting her padded rump for the unsuspecting man. Scrunching up her face, she grunted and let out a small load into the seat of her pampers, causing it to sag dramatically. An all too familiar hiss of urine hitting her diaper soon followed as she proudly stated the answer to her joke, “Number one and number two!”

Needless to say, Crissie’s jaw hit the pavement, stupefied by the outrageous display that her dear roommate was putting on. “C-Codi? Are you…feeling alright?” asked Crissie, inching closer and patting Codi on the back.

“You betcha, Pissy Crissie!” responded Codi, causing Crissie’s face to flush intensely over being called such a dorky nickname, “Especially now that my tummy isn’t so full!” She rubbed her belly with one hand and reached down to smoosh her messy diaper with the other, giggling all the while. Then, with her candy bag in hand, she held it open for the man to drop a piece of candy inside.

Nervously, the middle-aged man placed a mini-candy bar in Codi’s bag and backed away. “Um…d-do you want some candy too?” he said to Crissie, refusing to make eye contact with either girl.

Unable to turn down such an offer even in the face of unbelievable circumstances, Crissie shrugged and reached out to accept the candy offering. “It’s uh…her first time trick-or-treating. I think she’s just a tad too excited,” she said, starkly contrasting the attitude she had only two houses prior. She quickly bent down to grab Codi by the shoulder and stand her back up.

Unfortunately, Codi wasn’t interested in standing at the moment. She was far more enamored with the idea of squishing. Allowing her legs to go limp, she fell back onto her butt and began to bounce up and down, giggling all the while.

“Here, just take as much as you want so long as you please leave,” said the man, setting the candy bowl on the pavement by his door and retreating back inside.

As concerned as Crissie was for her friend's sudden shift in personality, free candy was too good to pass up. Kneeling down next to the candy bowl, she began shoveling the bite-size pieces into her basket. 

*Crinkle!*

“Eeeep!” screamed Crissie as she felt a wandering hand grab the underside of her diaper. One quick look back revealed what she already knew.

Stationed directly behind Crissie was Codi, who was wearing a mischievous smile as she felt up Crissie’s partially used nappy. “Only soggy? And here I thought you were CrissieBABY,” she said, bringing her hand dangerously close to Crissie’s kitten. 

Unsure of what to do, Crissie knew that the display they were putting on whilst standing on some random dude's porch was probably not the best idea. On the other hand, she’d been trying to get Codi to come on to her for quite some time. She may have been too nervous to say anything, but Codi was totally her type. “C-Codi, we can’t do this here!” whisper-yelled Crissie, covering her mouth as her nursery mate continued to tease her with the idea of naughty diaper fun. She frantically looked around, both thankful and nervous that no one was around to stop them.

“Sure, we can. If I can fill my diaper right here and now, so can you,” said Codi, snickering as she circled around Crissie like a lioness in heat, keeping Crissie tucked beneath her claws all the while. That’s when a cheeky, idle thought entered her brain, one that made her horny beyond belief, “Tell you what. Why don’t I fill your diaper for you?” She moved her hand to the front of Crissie’s waistband, pulling it open slightly.

Confused, Crissie was about to ask what Codi meant by that. Did she expect her to remove her diaper in public? She wasn’t sure she liked the sound of that. However, just as she was about to tell Codi no, she looked back to see the most unbelievable sight.

Holding her other hand up for Crissie to see, Codi’s unnaturally pale hand turned fully translucent, taking on a lilac hue. Forming a fist with her fingers, she merged her digits into a single, slimy appendage. “You know, I can’t believe you never asked what kind of being I was. Pretty neat trick, huh?” she said, licking her lips as she plunged her moldable slime tentacle into Crissie’s diaper.

Crissie moaned passionately as Codi’s lukewarm, purple slime moved to occupy as much space in her diaper as possible. Frozen in place from the sheer inconceivability of what was happening, she watched as her diaper swelled in all directions, quickly taking on the same color as Codi’s body. All the while, her hand remained firmly pressed to her mouth and blushy cheeks, preventing her moans from getting any louder. “Y-You’re a slime girl? Why have you never-”

“Because I was too nervous to tell you. I don’t know what’s come over me but I feel so confident tonight…and silly. Hehehe!” she said, finally removing her hand now that Crissie’s diaper was filled to the brim with her ooze, “And for the record, we prefer the term goo-people. I hope it’s not a problem.”

Before Crissie could inquire further about Codi’s personhood…or goo-hood in this instance, she felt her diaper start to shift and rub up against her, as if dozens of tiny hands were mooshing her padding around all at once. “W-wha…wha awe chu…” she sputtered out, unable to form a single sentence thanks to the unreal pleasure she was experiencing.

“Whether or not my goo is attached to me, I can still control it. Makes for quite the diaper filling, doesn’t it?” teased Codi, using her reformed hand to squish the near-overflowing diaper and causing Crissie to let out yet another adorable moan. Taking Crissie by the hand, she led the shaky-legged Little away from the house and back toward the sidewalk. “Come on, the night is young and there’s still plenty of candy to collect, little sis. Or are you too horny to keep going?”

Blushing deep crimson, Crissie allowed Codi to drag her forward, too embarrassed to admit how unfathomably aroused she was. Of course, she wanted to go back to the nursery where it was certain that sexy diaper time was bound to happen. At the same time, though, she didn’t want to rob Codi of her first chance at trick-or-treating. Plus, it wasn’t like the nursery was going anywhere. With the goo in her diaper refusing to let up, she shuffled behind her new crush, ready for a fun night of yummy candy and even yummier diaper play.

Meanwhile, sitting on her porch out in front of her house with her bowl of candy in hand, the woman from the first house they visited reclined in her seat with a warm blanket over her lap, enjoying the chilly nighttime air. By now, she knew that the spell she placed on those cookies had to have fully taken effect. “Nothing like a little personality swapping to add some excitement to the night,” she said to herself, sipping from her mug of hot cocoa with a devious smile, “Happy Halloween to all and to all a spooky night.”

THE END.

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[pidgeeepombo]

Omg just five days for my birthday???? Im having a identity crissis of middle age (im just turning 15)

Fun fact: every year i cry on my birthday, i think is like a curse or something. I hope this year i can break my "bday curse".

None of my old school friends answer the invitations yet.... I hope they came to the party, i miss them so bad :/

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[asmoteeth]

Heyo Asmo

Does future Hotshot and Wedge share a berthroom together?

hehe first time doing an ask, damn you my shyness!!

CRISSY SORRY FOR LEAVING THIS ASK FOR SO LONG I CAN'T EVEN RECALL WHAT I WAS BUSY WITH AT THE TIME HHH

But!! I will answer it now!!!

Short answer! No!!

Long Answer! in my future au, Wedge did not reside at the training center anymore for a long while, being on a intership at Cybertron and all. However Hotshot stayed behind (which I think I already explained in another post) and he practically lives at the academy (since he has nowhere else to go ;-;) therefore he got the priviledge of his own room for his own privacy!

After the reunion and the recruits coming back to earth after their internships, all of them get their own shared room as a headquarters (since I see the training center wanting to keep his educational institution build, so no individual rooms, we focus on the new recruits to teach) so that's technically Wedge's room.

But they can always have sleepovers! ⬇

[aspoonofsugar]

Ruby's Guide

Are you her guide, little one?

All in all, it is fun to me how both the CC and Jaune frame themselves as guides since they are older, wiser and know more about the Ever After than Ruby and WBY.

And yet, the one who is clearly presented by the narrative as Ruby's guide is Little. A creature so young they barely know anything. Still, they strive to help Ruby and are so far the only one with no ulterior motives. They simply wanna help Ruby because she helped them. Not only that, but they might have already suggested to Ruby the answer to her existential crissi:

I'm sure it will also make sense, eventually.

It's alright Ruby doesn't know who she is. She can discover it while growing up. Just like Little is doing. Speaking of which, isn't it interesting Little is so far the only creature with no purpose that we have met? After discovering how the Ever After works this is interesting.

Especially because:

The Cat(s) rule the Ever After.

Mouse Leader: You have our sincerest apologies! Please understand that our kind is a bit skeptical of cats… and snakes… and cats.

CC: Do I smell a mouse?

What if the Hunter Mice have their own way to deal with the tree, that doesn't dependent from the CC? Their own way to leave and be reincarnated, who refuses the Cat's interferance and manipulative power?

Obviously, it might be nothing of so serious or complicated, but still it keeps being funny to me how Ruby's guide is a little mouse and the one who is clearly framed as the best suitable guide is instead a cat. It is hard to believe this is a coincidence. It might not be plot-related, but highlight a thematic juxtaposition.

Finally, all in all the Mice are not just Mice, they are Hunter Mice and given the focus on what being a Huntress means... I think it is interesting. In a sense, Little too has to figure out how to grow up. How to become a Hunter Mouse. All while Ruby must understand what it means being a Huntress.

[milfglupshitto]

you extended the offer to let me rant about malevolent in your inbox and so i am taking you up on it.

i am absolutely SCREAMING over episode 40 part 2 i listened to it yesterday morning but i’m still not over it. i don’t even have words i’m just screaming. Screaming i tell you

i do have a question that’s been burning at me this whole time though. so i’ve been assuming that john and yellow are just pieces of the king, and the king in yellow still exists as his own entity as well separate from john and yellow. to put it in math terms, i was thinking of john and yellow not as halves, but as thirds, where john + yellow + the king in yellow = one whole complete being

but in episode 40.2 they were discussing john and yellow in terms of halves, so like, is it actually john + yellow = the king in yellow ?? cuz this changes my whole perspective on yellow as a whole then if he’s not a third but a half. Does this make sense. head in my fucking hands i’m having a crissis over this episode

hi yesss parts 40 are so. I think I tried to tell my roommate about it and just gave up because I couldn’t get coherent words together

it’s a good question and one that’s been bothering me for a while too tbh! kayne has been using language of halves since either part 20 or coda I think but it’s never been clear to me if that was literal or not, I was interpreting it the same as you before 40. so I don’t have a good answer here

[halothenthehorns]

Chapter 18: A FRIEND SAYS GOOD-BYE

Nico took the book with a pinched throat. If the pattern had continued, it would have been Rachel's turn. Some part of him still waited for Percy to turn and blame him for that, his actual friend missing while he was still hanging around in here.

He didn't though, of course, he was never on Percy's mind long enough to even get his anger. Somehow the nothing of it always bothered him more than if Percy would just flat reject his dark wish. Clearing his throat sharply to scram away such feelings, it worked rather in his favor as his voice came out appropriately uneasy to read the chapter title.

Nobody had any quips for that. There was still one line of the prophecy unanswered for.

We landed at Crissy Field after nightfall.

As soon as Dr. Chase stepped out of his Sopwith Camel, Annabeth ran to him and gave him a huge hug. "Dad! You flew... you shot... oh my gods! That was the most amazing thing I've ever seen!"

"And I didn't even get to see it!" Alex groaned, falling back into her seat as if shot herself.

"I bet if you ask nicely Artemis will beam the image into your head," Thalia grinned, though Percy winced with unease if gods could really do that.

Alex looked ready to drool at the prospects and he was very grateful when Nico kept going before Thalia could expand on the idea.

Her father blushed. "Well, not bad for a middle-aged mortal, I suppose."

"But the celestial bronze bullets! How did you get those?"

"Ah, well. You did leave quite a few half-blood weapons in your room in Virginia, the last time you... left."

Magnus still squirmed uneasily in his seat, never having gotten the story for that. Uncle Fredrick had come to the rescue, but he still didn't even know his own aunt's name. His cousin never talked about them, and love didn't solve every problem of choosing.

Not to mention the ominous question if the wolves would find him if he did dare to haunt any other families doorstep. Even Uncle Randolph didn't deserve that.

Annabeth looked down, embarrassed. I noticed Dr. Chase was very careful not to say ran away.

Percy had never considered running away, leaving his mom to deal with Gabe alone. He wished Annabeth would talk about what she'd be running from when she was at Camp. Was going into the arms of the Hunters her answer?

"I decided to try melting some down to make bullet casings," he continued. "Just a little experiment."

"I imagine a sentence exactly like that is what made Annabeth exist," Jason said, clearly his fascination with Annabeth existing at all still a touch new if he thought about it to long.

He said it like it was no big deal, but he had a gleam in his eye. I could understand all of a sudden why Athena, Goddess of Crafts and Wisdom, had taken a liking to him. He was an excellent mad scientist at heart.

Percy hadn't often imagined a 'dad' replacement for Gabe when he was younger, he spent to much time wishing the waste dead to hope his mom found anyone better, or possibly worst.

This probably would have been a cool contender though. His mom was kind and patient and had the most loving heart. All he'd needed really was someone to help him with his homework.

He couldn't forget the fact Annabeth had run away from this guy, but he hoped if they managed to make peace they could at least build an exploding volcano together or something. It would go a long way towards Percy starting to forgive this guy for making Annabeth feel so unloved.

"Dad..." Annabeth faltered.

"Annabeth, Percy," Thalia interrupted. Her voice was urgent. She and Artemis were kneeling at Zoe's side, binding the huntress's wounds.

Will leaned forward in his seat, his hands fidgeting in place. To assess the damage, to know what tool would be best, or to ascertain if it was beyond mortal help and get her nectar.

He already knew it was to late. The prophecy would not allow otherwise.

Annabeth and I ran over to help, but there wasn't much we could do. We had no ambrosia or nectar. No regular medicine would help. It was dark, but I could see that Zoe didn't look good. She was shivering, and the faint glow that usually hung around her was fading.

Nico was leaning as far back into his seat as he could. He was surprised Percy, or anybody wasn't throwing him accusing glares. Thalia in particular.

Even if they hadn't gotten on well, he'd expect Artemis's lieutenant to be like anybody else back at Camp when death came up and give him a pointed look, like he gave Thanatos a ring every time someone mildly annoyed him.

Instead she sat there in quiet respect and made an odd motion. One he instinctively recognized as a blessing. He could only guess it must be one among the Huntress's, and he mimicked it with a pain that never felt any less as he thought of Bianca.

Had she felt nothing upon her death? Had she laid in Talos's body and known what was coming, watched her own hand lose the grip on her bow as her glow faded?

Even knowing every intricate detail of her death didn't save him from his never ending questions about her.

"Can't you heal her with magic?" I asked Artemis. "I mean... you're a goddess."

Artemis looked troubled. "Life is a fragile thing, Percy. If the Fates will the string to be cut, there is little I can do. But I can try."

Percy's mind felt barred from that kind of answer. A wound even the gods couldn't fix?

His hand crept to his hair, he touched the side of his head and as his mind lingered on his dad again, Poseidon, a place in his life no mortal could ever fill. Was that why he was down here? Had he gotten a wound even the God of the Ocean couldn't fix, and his memory had been the price?

She tried to set her hand on Zoe's side, but Zoe gripped her wrist. She looked into the goddess's eyes, and some kind of understanding passed between them.

Nico licked his lips nervously for a moment. He was worried Bianca was right about him, and he was holding a grudge against Zoe for being even a small part in convincing his sister to join this group that had gotten her killed. If he read Zoe's last moments, he'd just sound like a bitter, resentful jerk when she'd been a brave warrior and grieved his sister just like he had.

He wanted to be better than that. Hades was the God of the Underworld, no matter how the souls came to him, he knew how each should be treated. Nico tried to read with nothing but respect.

"Have I... served thee well?" Zoe whispered.

"With great honor," Artemis said softly. "The finest of my attendants."

Zoe's face relaxed. "Rest. At last."

As much as Nico loathed to be the one to read this, he kept his voice level.

They all heard the words with a sort of grandeur he didn't even seem aware of, like how a bugle could only sound in particular hands.

"I can try to heal the poison, my brave one."

But in that moment, I knew it wasn't just the poison that was killing her. It was her father's final blow. Zoe had known all along that the Oracle's prophecy was about her: she would die by a parent's hand. And yet she'd taken the quest anyway. She had chosen to save me, and Atlas's fury had broken her inside.

Percy rubbed his fingers together, but the blood on his hands was only in his head. First Bianca, now her, he glanced nervously at Thalia and clenched a fist. Their sacrifice for him would never be forgotten again, his guilt wouldn't allow it. He would not allow the same thing to happen a third time to one of his friends.

She saw Thalia, and took her hand.

"I am sorry we argued," Zoe said. "We could have been sisters."

Thalia brushed her hand through the silver circlet in her hair. They were now, if only in spirit, but she remembered whenever she looked at the stars and promised she was doing her best. The only time the open sky didn't bring her dread.

"It's my fault," Thalia said, blinking hard. "You were right about Luke, about heroes, men—everything."

Then of course Percy's hands fell into his lap and he gave her the most tragic of looks like a street performer had robbed him.

"Shush you," Thalia said without looking over, but she was finally fighting off a smile again.

"Perhaps not all men," Zoe murmured. She smiled weakly at me. "Do you still have the sword, Percy?"

"I don't think it leaves him, it's kind of gawking him," Alex offered. She wasn't mocking the dying girl, just trying to bring some levity to those she'd left behind.

I couldn't speak, but I brought out Riptide and put the pen in her hand. She grasped it contentedly. "You spoke the truth, Percy Jackson. You are nothing like... like Hercules. I am honored that you carry this sword."

A shudder ran through her body.

"Zoe—" I said.

"Stars," she whispered. "I can see the stars again, my lady."

A tear trickled down Artemis's cheek. "Yes, my brave one. They are beautiful tonight."

"Stars," Zoe repeated. Her eyes fixed on the night sky. And she did not move again.

Jason gripped the coin in his pocket too tight, like he was trying to leave an impression on his skin. Crissy airfield had no attachment to him, but her wound had happened on Mount Tam. The place reeked of death in his memory, and he moved without thought to place a gentle hand on Thalia's shoulder for her having to feel the same. Not even getting his memories taken away was saving him much from the pain, the weight that mountain always made you feel when you descended.

Thalia covered his hand with hers and gave such a strange smile he didn't know how to place. Another woman came to mind, a woman with elaborate blonde hair, but the same smile.

Thalia lowered her head. Annabeth gulped down a sob, and her father put his hands on her shoulders. I watched as Artemis cupped her hand above Zoe's mouth and spoke a few words in Ancient Greek. A silvery wisp of smoke exhaled from Zoe's lips and was caught in the hand of the goddess. Zoe's body shimmered and disappeared.

Artemis stood, said a kind of blessing, breathed into her cupped hand and released the silver dust to the sky. It flew up, sparkling, and vanished.

For a moment I didn't see anything different. Then Annabeth gasped. Looking up in the sky, I saw that the stars were brighter now. They made a pattern I had never noticed before—a gleaming constellation that looked a lot like a girl's figure—a girl with a bow, running across the sky.

"Let the world honor you, my Huntress," Artemis said. "Live forever in the stars."

Magnus was to busy trying to clear his throat without getting caught to marvel to much at that yet. How completely insane such an ability was to exist didn't matter right now.

His mom deserved that. A quiet, peaceful death with the person she loved most at her side and being honored for all time.

It wasn't easy saying our good-byes. The thunder and lightning were still boiling over Mount Tamalpais in the north. Artemis was so upset she flickered with silver light. This made me nervous, because if she suddenly lost control and appeared in her fully divine form, we would disintegrate by looking at her.

"Now where's that line of warning in the Prophecy?" Alex scoffed.

"Can you imagine coming all that way and finishing your grand quest just to go out like that? I'd be pissed," Jason agreed, but he held it under better control of a passive observation. He had more faith the gods had better control of themselves than to kill their own hero's.

"I must go to Olympus immediately," Artemis said. "I will not be able to take you, but I will send help."

The goddess set her hand on Annabeth's shoulder. "You are brave beyond measure, my girl. You will do what is right."

What was right for her though? Percy swallowed a Titan sized lump in his throat no matter how much he agreed with Artemis about that. Whatever happened, he would not panic and fling himself at her feet, begging her to stay. He was better than that, he wanted what was best for her...

Then she looked quizzically at Thalia, as if she weren't sure what to make of this younger daughter of Zeus. Thalia seemed reluctant to look up, but something made her, and she held the goddess's eyes. I wasn't sure what passed between them, but Artemis's gaze softened with sympathy.

Thalia's camo attire seemed to glow extra bright for a few moments as she fiddled with the zipper of her jacket over her black punk clothing. She'd never regret her time in the Hunt, but she had questions now she wasn't sure Artemis would give willing answers for. She wouldn't trade Jason for Annabeth if given a chance though just to appease anyone.

Then she turned to me.

"You did well," she said. "For a man."

I wanted to protest. But then I realized it was the first time she hadn't called me a boy.

Percy sat up straight in his seat, clearly delighted that had worked out already! She hadn't called him a brave man, but he'd take it!

She mounted her chariot, which began to glow. We averted our eyes. There was a flash of silver, and the goddess was gone.

"Well," Dr. Chase sighed. "She was impressive; though I must say I still prefer Athena."

"He is truly a smart man for waiting until she left to say that," Will snorted.

Annabeth turned toward him. "Dad, I... I'm sorry that—"

"Shh." He hugged her. "Do what you must, my dear. I know this isn't easy for you."

Percy had wanted to hug her so bad. It had been the first chance to breathe, sit around and look about to see her just standing there casually beside him again like she'd never left.

She'd looked so comfortable next to her dad though. Percy had a suspicion this might have been the first time they'd had an alone moment in a long, long time, so he was glad he'd kept his hands to himself, to give Dr. Chase a chance to say what Mrs. Chase had told him to.

His voice was a little shaky, but he gave Annabeth a brave smile.

Then I heard the whoosh of large wings. Three pegasi descended through the fog: two white winged horses and one pure black one.

"Do you punch Percy for getting the cool Pegasus?" Alex grinned Thalia.

"I do not," Thalia said with a strained smile. They were gorgeous creatures of course...and still not ones she wanted anything to do with.

"Blackjack!" I called.

Yo, boss! he called. You manage to stay alive okay without me?

"There were several close calls," Percy said like they weren't there for every single word.

"It was rough," I admitted.

I brought Guido and Porkpie with me.

Nico made such an adorable, annoyed little frown so different from his previous serious expression before as he wondered which Pegasus it was that complained about carrying him Will had to look away before he did something really stupid.

"Who names these guys?" Alex asked in delight.

"Not sure, I think they pick for themselves, or Salina does. I've never asked," Percy shrugged without concern.

How ya doin? The other two pegasi spoke in my mind.

Blackjack looked me over with concern, then checked out Dr. Chase, Thalia, and Annabeth. Any of these goons you want us to stampede?

"I would kill for a Pegasus that would stampede on command," Alex somehow grinned even brighter.

"Hopefully no one we know," Magnus frowned.

"Nah," I said aloud. "These are my friends. We need to get to Olympus pretty fast."

No problem, Blackjack said. Except for the mortal over there. Hope he's not going.

I assured him Dr. Chase was not. The professor was staring openmouthed at the pegasi.

"He can see them?" Jason asked dubiously.

"Told you that Mist stuff is not as reliable as you seem to think it is," Percy seemed much less concerned about the implications of that and more smug his point was finally proven.

"Fascinating," he said. "Such maneuverability! How does the wingspan compensate for the weight of the horse's body, I wonder?"

"I've been wondering much crazier shit than that since the beginning," Magnus was smiling again for, finally, someone else around here questioning the absurdity of this world. Then he frowned to himself even this mortal was reacting better than he had, but he did have a child with a god first, so this wasn't his first interaction.

Blackjack cocked his head. Whaaaat?

Percy went cross-eyed too and looked at his hand, just like he had then. "Wait, our brains don't know how we work automatically?"

Thankfully Annabeth had been distracted talking to her dad to notice.

"Our brains are piles of mush laced with electricity and a drop of ichor, we're lucky we're functional," Thalia shrugged.

"Why, if the British had had these pegasi in the cavalry charges on the Crimea," Dr. Chase said, "the charge of the light brigade—"

"Dad!" Annabeth interrupted.

Dr. Chase blinked. He looked at his daughter and managed a smile. "I'm sorry, my dear, I know you must go."

He gave her one last awkward, well-meaning hug. As she turned to climb aboard the pegasus Guido, Dr. Chase called, "Annabeth. I know... I know San Francisco is a dangerous place for you. But please remember, you always have a home with us. We will keep you safe."

Magnus wasn't sure how much he believed that anymore than Annabeth did. Going there for a job felt like one to many mistakes no matter what Uncle Fredrick said. She had a home and family at camp, she might be able to travel the world safe in a group of sisters with the Hunter's.

Yet this mortal family who clearly loved her at least enough to try even on the smallest level was still waiting in the wings even if she didn't want either of those options. Magnus swallowed jealousy and quickly went to studying his frayed and patched clothing as he asked and answered himself for the thousandth time why his cousin had never seemed to consider finding him all these years. She had more than enough.

Annabeth didn't answer, but her eyes were red as she turned away. Dr. Chase started to say more, then apparently thought better of it. He raised his hand in a sad farewell and trudged away across the dark field.

Thalia sighed as she thought back on that moment, her regret of blaming all of her problems on Percy feeling even more selfish than ever in the darkest part of the night before dawn. Annabeth hadn't glanced at her or Percy, she didn't need anybody to help her make that decision, though they'd spoken about it in the coming weeks with multiple Iris messages. That little seven year old in her mind had long since grown up, and Percy had been more a part of that than she'd been. She never should have resented Percy for that.

She still felt like she'd lost Luke and Annabeth that night. The people who she kept hoping they'd be.

Thalia and Annabeth and I mounted our pegasi. Together we soared over the bay and flew toward the eastern hills. Soon San Francisco was only a glittering crescent behind us, with an occasional flicker of lightning in the north.

Thalia was so exhausted she fell asleep on Porkpie's back. I knew she had to be really tired to sleep in the air,

Thalia tried to deny the blush nobody was laughing at anyways. She'd never told Annabeth about that, but the child of Athena had figured it out after a few weeks together when she always avoided the window whenever they'd hide out on anything higher than the third floor. Her soft blond head would curl up in her lap and whisper they'd keep each other safe from everything, and Thalia's arms had held her tight as she slept peacefully.

Her mind flickered to Percy readjusting the golden fleece onto Annabeth's sleeping form on the back of that Hippocampi as they kept each other safe now.

despite her fear of heights, but she didn't have much to worry about. Her pegasus flew with ease, adjusting himself every once in a while so Thalia stayed safely on his back.

"Maybe I just wanted to close my eyes and pretend I was on a normal horse," Thalia still made a half hearted denial.

"And the snoring was obviously just there to drown out the wind and give Annabeth and I some privacy," Percy nodded seriously.

"I don't snore!" She yelped.

"Must have been thunder, my bad," Percy grinned. It was a miracle she hadn't spooked Porkpie.

Nico quickly kept reading before Thalia got to enthusiastic with reminding Percy of what always came after thunder.

Annabeth and I flew along side by side.

Jason's mind automatically supplied them holding hands before he shook himself and remembered they weren't actually dating yet. It was just the way Percy's face lit up at having her back again and the way his hand always tried to curl around nothing in here that made it seem obvious they would have been.

"Your dad seems cool," I told her.

It was too dark to see her expression. She looked back, even though California was far behind us now.

"I guess so," she said. "We've been arguing for so many years."

"Yeah, you said."

"You think I was lying about that?" It sounded like a challenge, but a pretty halfhearted one, like she was asking it of herself.

"Memories can change and warp with age," Will agreed gently. He didn't think about his mom much, but when he did he mostly remembered the nothingness of their time together. How she'd always been on stage singing as far away from him as she could be while he'd been a lonely kid sitting around at bars with just a glass of water for company. It took effort to remember the littler moments he knew must have happened, her singing the seat belt song as she buckled him in, her always stopping at his favorite restaurant any time they passed no matter what time of day.

Sometimes he wondered if he went back to Texas to see how she was doing if she'd even remember him at all. Probably depended if she hit the big leagues yet or not.

"I didn't say you were lying. It's just... he seems okay. Your stepmom, too. Maybe they've, uh, gotten cooler since you saw them last."

"It definitely had something to do with meeting you Percy," Alex cheerfully mocked. "Everybody always gets ten times cooler just being in your presence." She kept the disparaging tone out well enough how she felt about Percy trying to rekindle a flame that should have been left out when it came to family affairs.

"The cooliest you say?" Percy chuckled while Alex groaned and rolled her eyes at him.

She hesitated. "They're still in San Francisco, Percy. I can't live so far from camp."

I didn't want to ask my next question. I was scared to know the answer. But I asked it anyway. "So what are you going to do now?"

The smile slipped back off his face and he shivered at all the possibilities before her that didn't involve him. The salty ocean water was of little comfort, but he'd swear the longer he thought of that kiss with Annabeth, she'd been underwater too, her blonde hair swaying around them. He'd know when it was coming, whatever the answer.

We flew over a town, an island of lights in the middle of the dark. It whisked by so fast we might've been in an airplane.

"I don't know," she admitted. "But thank you for rescuing me."

"Hey, no big deal. We're friends."

Nico said completely deadpan, "he just defied every god possible and traveled across the continent to take on a Titan and his army. No big deal at all." Percy had been taken by the Gods this time, and he was powerless to help him get out of here. Annabeth would probably bust through that door any minute to fix this, proving once again why they were better for each other. He'd never fit into Percy's life in a way that mattered.

"Isn't that what you do for friends?" Will agreed cheerfully.

Nico wouldn't know. He'd never had any.

"You didn't believe I was dead?"

"Never."

She hesitated. "Neither is Luke, you know. I mean... he isn't dead."

The rainbow of emotions that colored Percy's face would have made Rachel's day as an artist. Alex got a good appreciation out of it too as a way to sculpt about twelve facial expressions at once.

"He what?" Anger, shock, disbelief, and jealousy were definitely the top four that showed as he snapped. Nico quickly kept reading before he had to deal with them or any others. He was rather proud of himself, finally not sitting around longing to see any emotion on Percy just to get a small hint of what it would be like to have them directed onto him.

I stared at her. I didn't know if she was cracking under the stress or what.

"I mean, she spent enough time holding up the sky I expect a few cracks in her bones to be there, but her mind seemed to come away in tact..." Magnus didn't sound so sure himself. This wasn't exactly the first thing he thought he'd hear the two of them talk about their first alone moment together, and his stomach was already starting to clench painfully again at what the next trick was Annabeth was going to fall for from Luke's ghost.

"Annabeth, that fall was pretty bad. There's no way—"

"He isn't dead," she insisted. "I know it. The same way you knew about me."

That comparison didn't make me too happy.

That was now the number one peeved look on his face. He was scowling and muttering all kinds of things Thalia was leaning away with no wish to hear, even if she'd called Luke all of that and then some at one point.

The towns were zipping by faster now, islands of light thicker together, until the whole landscape below was a glittering carpet. Dawn was close. The eastern sky was turning gray.

And up ahead, a huge white-and-yellow glow spread out before us—the lights of New York.

Percy now looked apocalyptic with fury.

The fact that he was frustrated with Annabeth in mind meant that, for once, he wasn't affecting the ocean around him. "Are you telling me Blackjack could have flown us straight to Mount Tam without all that crap that happened down there!"

They wouldn't have lost Bianca! They could have skipped the confusing, exhausting days and barely saved the world with maybe an hour to spare, again!

"We would have never won without the journey," Thalia reminded, and she looked so miserable for having to remind him of all they'd had to go through to get there and everybody they'd lost for this fleeting win it didn't sound like much of a victory at all.

Percy slammed back into his seat and looked pretty annoyed Annabeth had suffered for days longer than she'd had to if just one god had told him where to look! Thalia wasn't wrong though, and that made him more mad than anything.

How's that for speedy, boss? Blackjack bragged. We get extra hay for breakfast or what?

"Hay with no frosting," but the quirk of Percy's lips promised he was just grumpy, he'd still sneak a whole box of donuts in.

"You're the man, Blackjack," I told him. "Er, the horse, I mean."

"You don't believe me about Luke," Annabeth said, "but we'll see him again. He's in trouble, Percy. He's under Kronos's spell."

"That he summoned," Percy said through gritted teeth. Annabeth had never seemed to hear that part, and he'd never liked sitting around arguing with her about it. It still stung though, a lot. She'd saved Luke's life and he'd laughed at her and walked away, leaving her to die under the sky! She'd saved his life and he'd rescued her! They weren't comparable! 

I didn't feel like arguing, though it made me mad. How could she still have any feelings for that creep? How could she possibly make excuses for him? He deserved that fall. He deserved... okay, I'll say it. He deserved to die. Unlike Bianca. Unlike Zoe. Luke couldn't be alive. It wouldn't be fair.

"Fair," Nico echoed with a wet scoff. "What is fair?"

Percy gave him a sad, commiserating smile, and Nico smiled back. He looked away first too. He was tired of waiting for Percy to give him more than that.

"There it is." Thalia's voice; she'd woken up. She was pointing toward Manhattan, which was quickly zooming into view. "It's started."

"What's started?" I asked.

Then I looked where she was pointing. High above the Empire State Building, Olympus was its own island of light, a floating mountain ablaze with torches and braziers, white marble palaces gleaming in the early morning air.

"The winter solstice," Thalia said. "The Council of the Gods."

Nico exhaled in relief and passed the book to Will without a second thought, so he was still surprised to feel a warm brush against his skin when their fingers overlapped for just the briefest second before the purple spine exchanged.

Nico studied his fingers curiously for a moment before trying to catch Will's eye, who was acting like nothing happened as he flipped to the next chapter. Maybe it wasn't Will constantly trying to heal him? Maybe Nico had just forgotten what a human touch felt like after to long and he was still getting used to it?

[crissiti]

В твоя град (или област) как викате на клек шоповете? 😄

Аз съм от бургаско и им викаме просто магазинчета. Никога не бях чувала клек шоп досега

[pinkrelish]

I hope you don't get tired of having to answer these kinds of messages, but I just have to tell you how absolutely astonishing TYP is.

Every time you post a chapter, I think "Okay, this is the best chapter of any fic I've ever read in my whole damn life" but then you go and one-up yourself with each chapter! The most recent chapter, oh my God. It gave me chills. The ending made me cry. It was so beautiful and sweet and they're so in love it's disgusting.

(Also, the orc dagger shit and the almost phone sex made me lose it. It was so fucking funny.)

You just have such a way with words. I could feel everything they felt. I could SEE everything that was happening. Everything you've written is just so amazing; even the way that you spun the whole Crissy thing was heartbreaking ands sad and totally believable.

Please don't take this as me rushing you, but I can't wait to see what's next for these two! Gah I want Miss Mouse to show Eddie that life is still good even though his town is shitty and I just want them to be happy and in love (and to go absolutely feral for eachother next chapter. Poor Eddie is probably so touch starve and it's gonna be great)

💚

🥺🥺💕 this is so sweet! thank you for taking the time to read this long series, and for sending this! eddie and mouse are just so in sappy, ooey gooey love with each other that writing some of their day-to-day interactions has brought tears to my eyes.

and yeah, though i didn't want to name her in ch. 8, sorry to chrissy. 💀

[crissiebaby]

Kelly's New Dolly

DISCLAIMER: This classic Crissie story contains diaper usage, forced crossdressing, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

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Zeke couldn’t believe his luck. It was bad enough that he had to look after his little sister, Kelly, on his only day off, let alone having to chaperone an 8-year-old’s birthday party at the single girliest place he’d ever laid his eyes upon.

Zeke’s mother was supposed to accompany the girls to the Pretty Pretty Princess Doll Factory for Kelly’s party, but of course, she chose today of all days to get sick. This left Zeke as the only person who could look after the party.

At first, Zeke refused, but after an obscene amount of begging (and a sizable bribe), Zeke agreed. However, as soon as he entered the factory, he realized didn’t ask for nearly enough.

The Pretty Pretty Princess Doll Factory was a paradise of girliness. Everything from the walls to the displays were all painted different shades of pink. There was a costume shop, a makeup store, and even a massive playground. Kelly and the other girls couldn’t have been happier, but Zeke couldn’t have been dreading this anymore.

The day started with pizza, cake, and presents. As the girls all screamed and giggled with each other, Zeke sat alone at the edge of the table, gorging himself on a large cheese pizza all to himself.

After lunch, it was time for the tour to start. An employee dressed in a bright purple princess costume came to greet them. “Hello! My name is Princess Lilac, and I’ll be giving a very special birthday girl a personal tour of my kingdom.” The girls all cheered and followed the employee through a pair of double doors.

It took Zeke exactly 5 seconds to be bored out of his mind. He lagged behind the group of hyperactive grade schoolers, his eyes locked on his phone, only looking up to make sure one of the girls didn’t jump off a catwalk or something.

By the 45-minute mark, Zeke was starting to regret wearing such uncomfortable walking shoes. His feet were absolutely killing him. While the girls were all standing around Princess Lilac as she talked about another dull machine, Zeke decided to take a seat on a bench to rest for a second.

While Zeke sat, his phone was lit up with messages. His girlfriend, Kat, was still pissed at him for kissing another girl at a house party last week, and he was doing some serious damage control. The pair furiously texted back and forth, spending little energy to even acknowledge what the other was writing. He didn’t even know how much time had passed before he looked up and noticed the party had moved on without him.

Zeke wandered around for a few minutes, trying to catch up with them, but he was so incredibly lost. Everything looked the same: pink, pink, and more pink. With his frustration mounting, Zeke decided to enter the next door he came across.

The door led him to another set of catwalks that hovered over a number of various conveyor belts that weren’t in use. Each belt had several nude, life-sized dolls lined up neatly and wrapped in plastic. Zeke started to lightly jog towards the other side when his phone buzzed again. He reached into his pocket to answer, only to lose his grip on the phone and watch it tumble down onto one of the conveyor belts.

Looking over the edge, Zeke figured it was only about one story down to the conveyor belt. With no regard for caution, he stepped over the railing and lowered himself until he could safely drop.

As he landed on the rubbery surface of the conveyor belt, he found that it was much more springy than he assumed it would be. The shockwave he caused resulted in all of the nude dolls bouncing off the belt and onto the ground. His phone was also launched, flying through the air and landing right at the mouth of a big machine.

Zeke tried to walk but discovered the belt was much too unstable for that, leaving him to claw along the belt until he could finally reach his phone.

Little did Zeke know that the tour group had arrived at the main attraction. The factory allowed visitors to create and design their own life-size version of their favorite doll from the Pretty Pretty Princess collection.

“As the birthday girl, you get to go first!” said Princess Lilac in her sugary sweet voice. “Do you know what doll you want?”

Kelly nodded enthusiastically, “I want a big Betsy Wetsy doll.”

With no more deliberation, Princess Lilac escorted Kelly to a control panel. Kelly diligently picked out a short, pink princess dress with puffy sleeves and a tiara. She also added two giant, fluffy diapers, some lacy stockings, and a pair of pink high heels. Then she moved on to make-up, leaving no space unpainted.

With everything selected, Kelly hit the “Make My Dolly” button with innocent enthusiasm.

For Zeke, she couldn’t have pressed start at a worse time. Just as he got his hands on his phone, the conveyor belt started moving forward. The force caused him to fall backward. He tried to get up, but the unstable floor beneath him made that an impossibility. With no escape, Zeke was pulled into the machine.

Princess Lilac let the girls over to a big room with a viewing window, “Here you’ll get to watch while your dolly is dressed and-” The sudden sound of Lilac’s phone ringing cut her off in the middle of her speech. She reached into her bra and pulled it out. “You girls stay right here and watch. I’ll be off to the side if you need anything.”

Princess Lilac walked to a corner of the room, leaving Kelly and the other girls to watch as Zeke was pulled into view by four mechanical arms, his screams muffled from inside the insulated room. The girls rushed to the glass and started laughing at the boy’s misfortune, the loudest of which was Kelly, who was silently annoyed that her brother was being such a stick in the mud. She squinted her eyes and smiled, ready to enjoy the show.

The machine wasted no time removing Zeke’s clothing, which it mistook for the doll’s wrapping. In a matter of seconds, he was completely nude.

The arms then laid Zeke down on a padded mat as he was forced to watch two of the largest diapers he’d ever seen be carried toward him by more mechanical arms. They were not real diapers but were instead filled with cotton stuffing that was designed to make the padding even bulkier than the real thing.

Zeke pulled and wiggled as much as he could, but it was no use. The machine lifted his butt off the mat and pulled the first diaper onto his waist, simultaneously spraying his crotch with a perfume that strongly smelled of baby powder. It wasn’t over, though, as the second diaper was soon added, separating his legs over a foot wide.

The arms continued by adding two long, silky stockings to his legs, which hugged him in a way he had never felt before. He felt the front of his soft, pillowy diapers begin to tent in defiance of his own displeasure with the current situation.

A pair of heels were then placed on his feet. The heels were far too small, but the machine did its damnedest to make sure they fit. After an agonizing few seconds, his feet were wedged inside the shoes.

More robotic arms descended and lifted him up, allowing a corset to be wrapped around his torso. The arms pulled the strings tightly as Zeke felt all air leave his lungs. And his lungs weren’t the only thing to feel pressure. The corset also was doing a number on his stomach, which was working its way through digesting an unhealthy amount of cheap pizza.

Zeke knew an eruption was pending. If he didn’t escape soon, these bright white diapers might not be so white anymore.

The machine paid no mind to Zeke’s plight, lifting his arms high in the air and sliding down the pink princess dress that Kelly had selected. The dress was made of silk, with lace and ruffles scattered all around. At his waist, the dress was bellowed out by a built-in petticoat that pushed the skirt wide and high, ensuring his diapers would be visible from every angle.

A metal mask was placed on his face. He shouted as the metal warmed up and printed make-up onto him, according to Kelly’s specifications. While that happened, a big blonde wig with strands of hair that extended down to Zeke’s lower back was positioned and glued onto his head.

Zeke gasped for air the second the mask parted ways with his face. If he had a mirror, he would’ve seen the sum total of lipstick, blush, concealer, eyeliner, eye shadow, mascara, and every other product under the sun that had been precisely slathered onto his face.

As soon as the finishing touch of a small, golden tiara was placed on his head, Zeke was yanked toward a large cardboard box. The arms placed him inside and secured his hands and feet with large twist ties.

The killer was a fifth twist tie that was placed around his waist and pulled tight to make sure the new dolly would be jostled in the box. With the corset and the twist tie combined, Zeke’s bowels could no longer handle the pressure. A large pizza’s worth of poop was squeezed out of him like a tube of runny toothpaste. 

With the dolly in place, the box was sealed shut and lowered onto a conveyor belt that exited the machine. Zeke thrashed around inside the box, using every ounce of strength he had to break free of his restraints, but all he managed to do was smear the mess in his pants even more.

The box was lifted one last time as pretty pink wrapping paper was applied for the birthday girl. Zeke could no longer see anything beyond a dull glow of light that strained through the thin pink covering.

Finally, Zeke felt himself come to a stop. The box was clumsily lifted up and dropped to the ground, slamming Zeke against the mush in his nappies. He grimaced.

Tiny hands began to tear the paper away, allowing Zeke to look up at his sister and her many friends grinning deviously down at him. He blushed with the heat of a thousand suns.

Kelly leaned in close to Zeke’s face, admiring her own handiwork.

“I think I have a new favorite dolly.”

THE END.

Artwork By CodiBaby 💜

Patreon: patreon.com/crissiebaby DeviantArt: deviantart.com/crissiebaby Pixiv: pixiv.net/en/users/27465644

[the-firebird69]

We use this but yes got help. Bitol and Goddess Wife. They're sick of it they said

Today enough needs it. Us two as well. A bunch of us so we're seeing up over the top need this. War now here Mac proper seen tons go there yes. Find it. Missing trucks and people. Praise our son and yellow beard Crissy African minority morlock Chow phat and co. See them now

They see the caverns are held here. Huge groups now after Mac proper. Seek it answers.

PROJECT BLUE BEAM. good wow good

It's on we say it do it. Now needed this so badly ok. They trace it. Too. Found them at Tropicana and Folgers here more. Starbucks top. Tommy f grabbed some. Saw it shit himself. He's right we are Toys. Now they fight assignments all day. Chocolate coffee food the syrup caine. And he saw it all over they don't.

The blue sapphire.

Justin yes

They seek them. See them in space a bit. Oh no Justin said he's right carries it then proceeds they laughed your fooled shit no way. It's on Justin yelled it. Set up meetings. Then w morlok. Preliminary stuff good. Still ok. Much larger than they think he spit it out no. They can tk forgieners need it Justin smiled you'll get it good

And work commenced. Tommorow the big day we want to see. Want redistricting. Need it use it. Hear them ok. Nope. They try. Now too.

Huge huge day ok. Hera said it he needs up. Can't keep beating on him he falls we see it too.

Huge huge huge day huge.

We thank Yellow Beard. They will be awarded bravery medals. Trump after tonight. A bunch from grandpa. He sees rides us but has to be said. Tons use this moment ok.

Thor Freya

Thank you Chris we work on it lol Tommy f well

Trump

I hv to stop can't won't macs are too powerful

Tommy f

I slowed he's faster horror now

Trump

Exhaustting

Bja

We do this. Medals for mom. And the lady here. Yes. It's an African morlock. Likes him helps. Kamala hired her. Both get a series of medals we contact them tons will see it and roll.

The crazy black guy oh yeh Leroy yes and neighbor. The lady we know her Biden says. Needed help she balled moth to the flame now sees help but ouch. And bear. Tt later yes. And on RR Badges bear yes she says caps it ok Bear Ben TT. She's proud. Who is is no. Niko's mate ok. But patches for us. To find our missing.

He wants Misha and Mishka same dog and Niko really this might be Misha. She looked astounded wheres the twirp ok.

We form units now

The mayors first he's pleased a place

Biden says

Thor Freya

Olympus

Greatest

Hera

Zues yup

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[rollinsland]

HIIII CRISSY 💖💕 just wanted to say that ily so much and i hope you’re having a great week!! 🥰🥰🫶🏻

I love you!!!! I know I'm a million years late answering this 😭 I'm doing alright, I hope you're doing amazing and just getting all sorts of creative!!! 🥺😍♥♥♥♥

[trendfag]

i can tell i annoy people sometimes when im answering the phone lmao theyll ask dumb questions that i dont think need to be asked but theyll ask them like im dumb. “is crissy in” ���no she left for the day” “…will she be back tomorrow?” “yes she will” “…well can i leave a message?” what do you think im gonna say no? just tell me what you need from her and i’ll write it down christ