#diaper rash is no joke

[gwydion-aacblog]

Is there a special way to stop peeing in the bed for ID people?

so , was not sure want give this answer , because deal with enough frustrate and bait questions recently that sort of on alert . if not bait question here , then sorry for misunderstand .

but either way , figure maybe incontinence is topic others would want hear about , but scare ask . 

unfortunately , not know how can stop from happen - not train to understand all symptoms and all ways fix , just some guy with blog . do know some different reasons , at least - some people just never develop that control , and not possible learn in future . others have at least some control , but lose with specific triggers . sometimes also , someone just not aware about what things body need , and so on accident hold until literally can not anymore . 

but incontinence in night especially not something that know how give advice for , because person not conscious to take control , and typical strategy like alarms in night to get up and use bathroom might just distress . no guarantee either that person can learn from therapy to strengthen in day , and hope body carry that skill to night .

so , sometimes rather than , " how fix this ? " need ask , " how make life more comfortable with this ? " some thoughts .

do not shame and get angry with person . when not have control over something , nothing can just magically give control - even if can learn control , shame will not motivate better . shame will make whole process more stressful , and associate even good results with stress , which slow down everything . this true for really anything .

make sure products comfortable and good quality . know money can make this harder than should be , but if nothing else , do best avoid products that make more uncomfortable and especially less safe . rashes and infections no joke . listen to product reviews , listen to how person feel .

as well as not shame , should also remind that love and care about . people say incontinence and incontinence products gross , but this something that many people deal with and probably will deal with during life , day and night alike . incontinence products there to help be safe and sanitary , so that can live more life without so much worry . destroy that " gross " feeling with love .

and this something for everyone else without incontinence : stop stop stop assume that adult in diaper means " put kink in face " . do some people wear diapers out public for kink reasons ? sure . but when judge everyone that way , as some " gross pervert " , not treat fairly . should not need hear someone say , " that person disabled " to give basic respect - should just give .

sorry not exactly able answer what first ask , but hope maybe some what say able help someone anyway .

[issie-https]

Working Mom

Dave Grohl X Reader

A/n: Just a little something while I work on the requests❤️ I recently got into a show called ‘Workin Moms’ on Netflix and I love it! I defo recommend giving it a watch.

Word count: 1091

Warnings: Daddy Grohl(not in a sexual way tho👀), angst, swearing

Masterlist

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“Y/n, wake up," I heard Dave whisper. I woke up and looked at the clock beside me and it read '7:02am'. "I can have five more minutes," I groaned. "You told me to wake you up at seven, it's two past seven," he replied. "Three more minutes then," I yawned. "Y/n. Get. Up." He said, nudging me to the edge of the bed. Then our baby, Alfie, started crying. "Alfie needs boob. I don't have any," he said, kissing my cheek. I groaned loudly and slugged to his room.

He came into Alfie's room mid feed and whistled. "You're so gross," I rolled my eyes and held back a laugh. "Says the one that eats food off her shirt," he replied, standing behind me and massaging my shoulders. "Would you rather me waste it or drop it on the floor," I said. "How much does this kid eat?" He asked. "However much he feels like every two to three hours," I replied. "I could eat that much," he said. "You do eat that much," I laughed lightly, "can you burp him?". He took Alfie and started patting his back. "Us drummers need their energy," he said. "And us mummy's need our energy but i don't empty the cupboards within five hours of the shop being done," I replied, going out the bedroom and into our room. "Maybe we should be an ingredient household," he mocked. "You'd eat flour," I said, changing into my blouse and skirt. Just as Dave was about to say something, Alfie burped, making Dave laugh.

"Okay, I'm off now. I've briefed you and once again, only call if he is dead or on fire," I said, grabbing my car keys and bag. "What happens in the death is in progress?" He joked. "David Eric Grohl," I scolded. "Have a great day," he said, kissing my lips. "You too. I know you can do this," I praised, heading out the door.

"Look who's back!" My work and best friend, Nicole, cheered as she ran over to give me a hug. "Back and more ready to work than ever," I smiled, squeezing her tight. "Sorry to ruin your mood but we have a meeting first thing," she said somewhat carefully. "And I'm already fantasising about killing Andy," I rolled my eyes as we headed to the meeting room.

"Ah, Y/n, welcome back! How's Dave and Alfie?" My boss, Andrew, said. "Dave is amazing, loving being a daddy. Archie is loving Dave. I'm loving... food, mainly," I replied. "Well, thank you for coming back. Let's jump right into the meeting," he said.

The meeting was very bland, just something about partnering with another company for a project.

I finally got back to my old office. I've missed the view. Through the completely glass windows, I could see the cityscape, windows glistening, cars dashing around and people tending to their everyday needs. My first piece of work since coming back was now on my desk, getting my blood flowing to get back to work.

Ten minutes after my lunch break and pump, my work phone started ringing. "Hello, you've reached Y/n at-" I started. "Y/n, help. He won't stop crying. I- I don't know w-what to do," I heard Dave say, distressed and tears evident in his voice. "Honey, what happened?" I replied, concern getting to me. "He won't stop crying and I've done everything. Feeding, diaper change, nap, play time, book. Everything," he cried. "Has he hurt anything or got nappy rash or got any more teeth coming through?" I asked, searching for a reason our son was literally wailing on the other side of the phone. "No, I've checked," he replied out of breath. "Okay, give me fifteen to twenty minutes and I will be there. Stay strong, handsome," I said, shoving my things back into my bag. "Okay. I love you," he said and hung up the phone.

"Andrew, I really need to go home. I'm so fucking sorry but Alfie is literally screaming murder," I rushed. "I understand. Will you be in tomorrow?" He replied. "Yes! Thank you!" I replied, yelling as I ran to the lift.

I got into my car and sped home, most likely earning myself a few speeding tickets on the way.

"Dave, angel, I'm home," I yelled from the front door, hearing Alfie screaming as loud as possible. "Help me," he cried, handing our son to me. "Look at me. You're doing fucking amazing, lots of people don't have dads because they can't handle it. But here you are, you're doing amazing," I praised.

I stripped Alfie down to his nappy and checked him all over for any indication of what could be making him make me and Dave go deaf. I lightly pressed on his stomach and I could feel the gas in his stomach. "He's got trapped gas," I sighed. "How? I burped him," he also sighed. "It happens to everyone, honey. He needs a little massage or some crap that I read in that stupid book," I said. "Teach me because if I have to go deaf from a child, I will shove my drumsticks in my chest," he sighed.

I showed him how to get the gas un trapped or whatever and the second he farted, he was silent. "Thank you so fucking much. I love you," he smiled tiredly, hugging me and kissing me. "Well, I'm home for the rest of the day and it's two forty-seven now. What should we do?" I asked, putting Alfie's outfit back on. "He missed nap time and I'm going to cry if I don't sleep soon so how about a nap?" He said, rubbing our sons back. "That sounds amazing I need to change into my pyjamas first so you have a little cuddle with the velociraptor," I replied, handing him the fucking dinosaur that came out of me. "I'd say he's a pterodactyl," he said, kissing our son on the head. "True. How about you put him to bed while I change," I suggested. "Deal," he agreed.

I changed into my pyjamas and saw Dave sprawled out on the bed in just his boxers. "Baby got back," I sang, slapping his ass. "How the tables have turned," he laughed as I pretty much just collapsed into bed. He pulled me to his chest and stroked my hair, kissing the top of my head. "I love you so much," he whispered. "I love you so much too," I replied, closing my eyes.

[bambinotattoo]

Hey everyone, I hoper you have a great day today. Treat yourself and each other great today.

So this past weekend I wasn’t feeling that well, not well at all. Which Is kinda rare honestly, either way. Over the last few weeks/days I have been noticing myself experiencing episodes of light headedness and even passed out a time or two. Which is effin scary cause I live along ( future Mommy, now is the perfect opportunity to tell me it’s okay, your here to take care of me!! “A boy can dream”.

So as you can imagine passing out and falling down can be pretty dangerous, actually crashed into my bedside table on Saturday and broke it into PIECES. CHIPPED A BONE IN MY HAND TOO. I’m not a big fan of hospitals and all of that, but thought it wouldn’t be a bad idea to go and just make sure things are okay. Being a full time diapered baby, sometimes it can be tricky. I generated speaking will only go if I have a friend or sitter to kind of help be a buffer. Just in case I say something dumb, or someone gets suspicious. I will also usually change into a “Normal” diaper and avoid wearing anything to “babyish”. Just easier that way.

Well, lol, this weekend I was feeling so gnarly that decided they can think what they want…I am coming comfortable and as myself. I was wearing a pink Princess with a booster, a bright blue onesie and some pastel blue full zip and baby patterned pair of footed Jammie’s. Fuck it, right. Lol. As well, the only diaper bag I had packed was my pink clear acrylic see through backpack style one. To put it lightly, it was Halloween in my bubble and boy did I get the stares and looks. I just put my paci in and ignored them. Thankfully the waiting room was fast and I was taken back with in 15-20 minutes

By the time I was escorted back, I had filled my diaper almost to the point of leaking. Hell I was sure the front desk girl could hear me release embarrassed pee pee streams the whole time we checked in. Which always happens. A great way to know if your really got me flustered is immediate bladder evacuation, followed my a beat red face and a goofy smile. The nurse that brought me to my room was trying to mind her own business and just get on with things, but offered to help get me into a gown since there were s many snaps on the Jammie’s. She then discovered the onesie, which of course had been leaked on showing I was blatantly a helpless little pissy pants. I ended up just standing there silent, looking scared to death I’m sure, while this attractive woman near my age stripped me of my baby clothes exposing just my saggy, stinky, diaper. And a pink baby one at that. She looked up at me with a little distaste and I started wimpering. She quickly began to console me and wrapped me in the gown and had me sit down.

“I know it’s none of my business, but that diaper is pretty wet isn’t it”

“Um, y…ye…yea”. As I started getting more upset.

“Hey little guy, it’s okay, it’s okay. Is that your diaper bag over there”

“Um, yes. Yes it is.”

“Okay, here in a lilts while when I get a few seconds would you mind if I changed you?”

This wasn’t the first times something like this happened, it pretty common. Just never had I come to a medical situation with this much ABDL swag before. She just smiled and told me to try and calm down and things would be just fine. She exited the room and I was left alone awaiting the doctor and etc

The first doctor came and went, nothing to crazy, but wanted me to consider seeing a Urologist while there. I sure maybe, but knew it was a no.

Several minutes later and the fist nurse came back in and closed the curtains behind her.

“Okay little guy, let’s get you more comfortable…huh?”

I just nodded and signaled for my diaper bag. I pulled out a Tykeables, my wipes, powder, and desitin as I had been nursing a rash for a few days. She giggled at the powder and ointment and said I need to make sure and change more often to ovoid that. I told her I know, and joked about needing a full time caregiver to make sure.

She actually popped my paci in, gave me a smile and told me to relax, and everything will be done quickly. I couldn’t tell her that I loved being changed without sounding like a creep so I just smirked, laid back, and started rhythmicly sucking my pink pacifier. She got the VERY wet diaper untapped and began to wipe me down with the SUPER cold wipes (I’m used to my wipe warmer). Right as she was going to slide the new diaper unde me and as she was saying

“Okay, life your butt”

There was suddenly commotion near the screen that separated my spread eagle bottom with a diaper being slide under, and anyone walking past and or etc. she immediately shouted

“Hey, hey…I’m busy in here…DO NOT COME IT. Private private stop”

And guess what, they did not stop. To my horror and here annoyance the doctor from earlier and THREE resident doctors started piling in. He saw what was going on and didn’t care at all. I am laying there, more red faced than I had even been while getting a change while the doctors just hung out waiting for her to finish. I tried closing my eyes to block out the more than uncomfortable situation, right up until when the doctor said

“So, why are your wearing diapers that look like that? Aren’t those the like fetish ones people wear?

The doctors and nurse changing me all tried not to laugh.

I wasn’t able to communicate that well through the fog of humiliation but did manage something to the effect of…

“I don’t like it when they leak. These kinds are thicker and make me feel more secure.”

The doctor made his snide remarks the nurse finished up and I was dry, and covered again. After a battery of tests the doctor wasn’t concerned about my passing out and all that, but did want to keep me for 24 hours for observation. I argued and pleaded to not be held over, but the decision had already been made and there was already a bed on the 8th floor being prepared. The nurse that changed me went out above and beyond and explained that she was talk to the nurses station where I’m going and let them know of my special needs, that way there wouldn’t be any confusion. I asked if I could have a friend bring some some supplies because I only had 1 more diaper in my bag and my onesie wasn’t the cleanest. I did, and my friend Ashley who babysat a occasionally was giving to drop by later with a care package.

After getting up to my room I began calming down and accepting the situation I was going to make the best of it. Around that time a nurse I hadn’t met yet comes in knocking and wanted to introduce herself and figure out all the details and etc.

“H there, Eric? Yes hello, my name is Nora and I willl be your nurse tonight and until 6am or so. I hear your an extra special little one, yea? Lol.

I really didn’t know what to say or what she expected me to say, but I just smiled blushingly and nodded my head.

“You really are a shy one, they were kidding. Lol. Okay, so, this is a hospital, I am a nurse, and diapers and changes are absolutely normal and nothing weird! I hear you like the babyish ones and even the cute toddler clothes too”.

Still blushing, she just smiled and started coming near me.

“Well, let’s just see what we have going on, shall we? I will be checking you everytime I’m in the room. So just be prepared for it. Are you used to that or are diapers a new thing”

What ya think, y’all want the rest?

[gumballavocadoharry]

A dialogue of Roger needing his diaper changed and running around the house while Jack chased him?

"Roger come here!" The little 1 year old was darting around the house with a soggy diaper and screeching giggles. The sight was adorable for Jack, but his alert mecca was zeroed in on Roger.

"Baby boy, Daddy needs to change you. I promise afterwards, we can play okay?" But Roger still ran, squealing gleefully thinking his father could never catch up to him. Jack knew Roger hated diaper changes, but what else was he to do if Roger couldn't go potty yet like a big boy? Jack outwitted Roger, by faking his defeat. "Oh, boo-hoo, I can't catch my little baby....all I wanted was to make sure he was nice and clean so he would be happy, boo-hoo." He faked cried and made a fake pouty baby like voice.

Roger came closer; pondering the reason for his daddy's 'tears'. Like a gingerbread boy who steps closer to the conniving fox who licks his lips subtly, planning a nefarious attempt to gobble the cookie whole that led the boy to his morose demise. "Gotcha!" And with a quick swipe, a wailing Roger was tucked tightly in Jack's arms. "Oh, don't cry baby...." He pecked his face with kisses, "I'll be quick, I promise." He donned in a babyish voice.

Jack gently laid Roger on the changing table in his nursery and strapped into it. The father soothed his baby boy with raspberries to his tummy and kisses on his feet. "Daddy's gonna take the diapie off now pookie," He said babyishly. "Oooh, look who's becoming so big? Now, no squirties like the last time."

Roger grew a puckish smirk. He knew that "last time" was no accident. In between the touch of the cold wet baby wipes, Jack would smother Roger's chunky cheeks with pity kisses. "Mm, mm, mm, mmmuah! That's my little teddy bear. Does my cuddle bug want powder?" Jack sprinkled on some diaper powder along with a thick layer of diaper paste for extra protection.

Roger gave a low grumble, "Oh Rogie, I don't want you getting a diaper rash! It protects you from any nasty little germs that could make you sick. Plus....your little bottom looks like a little cotton ball," Jack joked with a baby tune.

"Wah!" "Okay, okay, I am milking it aren't I?"

Jack sealed up Roger's fresh diaper before unstrapping him and hugging him like a little child hugging their toy. "There, all clean." He kissed Roger's nose and hugged him some more. Jack didn't ever wanna let go.

[hollyhayes]

Irrelevant side note: they actually have 3 kids, not 2 (2 sons and a daughter). All 3 of them are said to have behavioral issues:

1. Onision lets his oldest son hurt his younger 2 children (particularly the daughter): for example, he once pushed her off of the couch head-first.

2. Doesn't let them socialize with any other children. The last friend that they had was Madison Decambras' daughter, and that friendship ended in 2019.

3. Onision and his former spouse fought around the children constantly; and even when they weren't fighting, they were telling sexual jokes around the kids (such as joking about him fucking her doggy style).

4. Greg once argued with a woman (I believe that her name is Maya) over why she didn't want to fuck him while he was holding one of his sons in his arms.

5. Ayalla, after she left in 2016, said that she's never met any children who cry as often as his kids do.

6. Greg didn't even speak to his children until they had learned how to speak back (seriously). KIDS LEARN HOW TO SPEAK BY BEING SPOKEN TO.

He also once let Madisons' toddler daughter sit in a soiled diaper for several hours while she was out shopping with his spouse and he was supposed to be babysitting her. She was about 2 years old at the time. I think he just genuinely doesn't like children (or women). (I also think that he's incapable of caring for pets; but that's a different point entirely. He's killed or given away at least 3 pets (Lou, Dobbs, and Reptar). He let Madisons' daughter sit in a dirty diaper for so long that she ended up developing a diaper rash.

7. The kids are already showing signs of having extreme behavioral issues, even at this young age. One of the boys has spit in Gregs' face and pushed his sister off of the couch head-first.

8. Greg and his partner have sex while their children are laying in that exact same bed. Seriously.

9. One of their sons has already lost some of his teeth by the age of 2 because he was being breastfed at night without having his teeth brushed afterwards.

9. They leave expired food out in the open where their kids can access it. In one of their videos, one of the dogs walked past with a moldy piece of food in its mouth. Onisions' partner didn't even know where it came from.

10. Onision gets mad at his spouse for turning up the heat, even in December.

11. Their daughters' hair is a mess. It looks dull and unkempt.

12. They routinely tell their children to go play on an iPad instead of interacting with them. For example, there was one vlog that Kai did during a blackout where you can see one of their sons hiding under a table with an iPad.

This is all information that I've learned from people who have stayed there, himself, and police reports.

His spouse lets all of this happen knowingly, because they care more about their relationship with Greg than they do about their own children.

My Mom also has Narcissistic Personality Disorder and has done many neglectful things; but this is SO far past the point of abuse that it's crazy.

[adultswim2021]

Paid Programming: "Icelandic Ultrablue" | November 3, 2009 - 4:30AM | Infomercials

At this time I was a very diligent Adult Swim recorder. The idea that the network might, at any time, air something weird caused me to record entire blocks, “just in case” on my TiVo. I would then scan through everything and save anything that looked interesting or novel to a DVD-R. For a short time, I archived bumpers as completely as I could.

I would also pour over schedules and look for anything that seemed out of the ordinary. I can’t say this with certainty, but I feel like I must’ve seen “PAID PROGRAMMING” on a schedule or maybe on my TiVo program guide and thought “wait, Adult Swim doesn’t air PAID PROGRAMMING usually. I wonder if that’s going to be something?” And so, I recorded Paid Programming and, eventually, I watched it, and a few minutes in I heard what was clearly David Cross’s voice and thought “oh, okay. I get it. He’s trying to do something here.” And that was roughly how I’ve felt about this ever since. 

This one is fairly auspicious for the fact that it's technically the first entry into Adult Swim’s celebrated (but wildly hit-and-miss) “Infomercials” series. The concept was that people watching at home would see “PAID PROGRAMMING” in their cable guide while flipping around and, of course, they’d turn right to it, awaiting an earnest infomercial trying to sell them the Phillips CD-I or something like that. But instead of that, you get something CRAZY and WEIRD and HILARIOUS! Is this crazy and weird and hilarious? Well, I guess those descriptors are in the eye of the beholder. But since this blog is about my beholding eye, I will answer: “nah, not really”. 

The content is, roughly: an infomercial for what appears to be a miracle drug, whose applications are somewhat vague, other than it making you feel better or solving whatever terrible personal problem you have. This is hosted by a “doctor” (admittedly he’s just dressed as a doctor, and refers to his experience as “36 years” ”spent hanging out in the medical community”), who eventually introduces a jingle contest for the wonder drug. This leads into clips of various entries, which eventually leads to a video of the producer of the most professionally produced entry talking about the importance of air-filtration while producing music. This leads to an extended pitch for the Icelandic UltraBlue air-filtration system, which is illustrated with a cartoon where good air particles round up bad air particles in an over-the-top, Nazi holocaust-esque cartoon.

This is roughly how the rest of the show plays out: a commercial for one aspect of the Icelandic UltraBlue empire suddenly turns into a different commercial, usually for a different iteration of Icelandic UltraBlue. The previous sketch segues into a sketch about a cash-for-Nazi-gold place, which segues into a sketch about a medical office that specializes in removing splinters (the owner of this establishment casually wears a diaper, and it’s treated as a very normal thing. It’s one of two times I laughed), which segues into a commercial for an embalming fluid that keeps your beloved’s remains fresh for up to three months after passing, so you can continue hanging out with their corporeal form. This segues back into a jingle entry, which turns into a sketch about chest-rash cream set at a gay guy bar. There’s gross zoom-ins, awkward acting, macabre premises, sexual inappropriateness, transgressive invocations of touchy subjects, and, uh, well? Maybe two laughs. If you’re wondering what the other, non-diaper-related one was, it was the racial slur. I’m sorry.

The problem is, this very much feels like the writers (David Cross and H. Jon Benjamin) are trying very hard to approximate Tim & Eric’s entire carefully cultivated style of humor. The casting of awkward, borderline-amateur actors, the jokes about consumerism, the attention to verisimilitude, etc. There’s a little more Mr. Show-style satire thrown in, but the entire thing comes off as a pale imitation of either or both of those things. If one can glean a set of objectives from creating this (other than “it’s called PAID PROGRAMMING and it’s gonna MESS with people, man!!”) one could also easily observe Tim & Eric accomplishing those things much better, in a less forceful way. 

The casting in particular is far less inspired than Tim & Eric’s; it runs the gamut of people who either seem like they themselves are trying to imitate pre-existing characters from Tim & Eric’s wack pack or at worst seem like they were poached from a low-level UCB class. Not that Tim & Eric are exactly pure in their intentions with their cast of “outsiders”, I sense more mean-spiritedness in hiring some guy, calling his character “Fatfuck” and having him wear a diaper. 

This was retroactively deemed the first episode of “Infomercials”; a proof-of-concept that, for my money, exemplifies the worst aspects of the “miss” installments in the “hit and miss” tapestry of the Infomercials milieu. Wow, what a great, non-pretentous sentence I just wrote. Anyway, it feels especially pathetic to me that David Cross had previously put Mike Lazzo on blast for taking the concept of Paid Programming and running with it. I too, would feel wronged, but feigning any kind of pride over this is, well, I already used the word pathetic. But it’s pathetic. 

David Cross is a person who I still respect and think can be brilliant. I even watched a few of his new video podcasts on YouTube. It was nice, like checking in on an old friend. Cross is one of those guys who, when many people discover him and become fans, seems impossibly funny and almost infallible. The more you become familiar with the whole package, the more you realize that he’s a pretty regular guy, who is capable of turning out bad work. He’s also not a particularly friendly person, and can rub people the wrong way very easily. I am not trying to damn him here; I find him to be uncomfortably relatable. Many of his flaws are also my flaws. I should basically be best friends with him. Unless he reads this, that is.

An illustrative example of his humor to me is the embalming fluid sketch. In it, a man uses it on his wife, who dies of a splinter. They both lay in bed, and he takes her hand, puts it in under the covers, and uses it to jack himself off with. I’m not knocking it for any other reason that I just found it to be not particularly funny; it’s an easy vulgar laugh.

A sketch from Mr. Show featured a similar gag; a riff on the song Monster Mash about a guy who is working through a traumatic mental breakdown from experiencing this horrifying monster party. While he’s confessing some sexual encounter or something, we cut to an “expert” who has been seen in talking-head segments watching this footage, furiously masturbating. I recall Cross proudly inserting this joke into the sketch, noting the big laugh it gets from the studio audience, despite apprehension from the other writers. Even as a teenager, I remember seeing that and thinking “I could do without that joke”. It’s too easy, and it just makes ME want to masturbate.

The episode ends (after a sketch set in a gay bar that already felt stale in 2009) with the “doctor”/host ominously talking into a wrist microphone that “phase one is complete”, and then it cuts to a “To Be Continued”. I reread the back-and-fourth between Cross and Lazzo, and he actually does mention his plans for the series arc: it’s aliens. Cool!

I don’t mean to minimize the Lazzo-theft accusations or imply that they aren’t valid. I also don’t mean to imply that David Cross is completely in the right, either. If I were in either of their shoes I’d feel like the other guy was slinging at least a little bit of bullshit at me. Cross’s specific gripe is that he pioneered the concept of airing the thing at 4AM with a deceptive title, which does make a little sense. Lazzo’s defense is tenuous at best, and sorta clouds that main issue.

But, I don’t know. It does sorta seem like the kind of idea a lot of people have had, but then deemed impractical. I’m sure other people have thought “wouldn’t it be cool to air a parody infomercial at the time actual infomercials air?” I guess I can’t think of anything else that’s really done that. The closest I could come up with were tongue-in-cheek infomercials that behaved like parodies of infomercials, but actually were unironically selling something. In 2003, The Ben Stiller Show came out on DVD, and they produced an infomercial called “Wake Up Your Smile”. The Beastie Boys did one in 1998 for Hello Nasty. Mystery Science Theater did one in 1996 hawking their mail-order VHS tapes. Hell, Adult Swim did actually produce an infomercial for Williams Street records, as noted on this blog. It sorta seems like the ingredients were all right there, man. You know?

Mr. Show did a fake infomercial too, as a best-of special for season one. Damn. I guess David Cross really did invent this shit.

MAIL BAG

handbananad writes:

I am so genuinely sorry you're stuck in titan maximum hell. At least it's almost over? Is it almost over? Was this one of those early 2000's shows with a 40 episode season and you're going to be here forever?

Thank you. The show is only 9 episodes (including a half-hour first episode), so that's a silver lining. But yeah, it feels much longer. But it is nice having a show that I can outwardly hate and gloss over defiantly. It also makes me appreciate Robot Chicken more, which is tough to do.

On the other hand, I'm real glad to be watching Venture Bros, but those write-ups are much more demanding. What's a blogger with readers in the single-digits to do?

[thatyamiguy-blog]

My Adventures with super sissy (DC)

Once upon a time Clark Kent was the world most powerful (if only) superhero and had been known as Superman, a champion of justice even if he hadn't quite been trusted by parts of the government and treated with down right hatred by a group who guarded the multiverse. The former was know as Cadmus, and had settled into a semi uneasy peace with the being they THOUGHT was superman while the latter was the league of Lois's, who had due to a deal struck up with a 5th dimensional being known of mister Mxyzptlk (Call him Mxy for short) now each of the five hostile members of the league had minor levels of superman's powers while the real man of steel was left a helpless weakling. Mxy of course understood that the universe he was devoiding of it's superman might still need him and so that everything would go on (and so he could taunt the now helpless Clark) he'd assumed Kal-el's form and identity. in the mere year since Mxy had taken over Clark's life 'Clark Kent' had gone from a novice reporter to a award winning author, husband of the amazing Lois Lane while Superman's reputation had gone though the roof. For Clark himself however the past half year had been spent in diapers, dresses and constant humiliation, being forced to earn any and all diaper change with use of his mouth. for the ex-power house it was a cruel joke, and naturally seemed VERY unfair, but there was nothing he could do except be grateful that over time the female Lois's seemed to lose interest in him (A fact he hoped might one day lead to his freedom) though as their interest slacked, Lewis Lane, aka Nightwing, took a growing interest in 'super sissy' as Clark was known now. In a semi cruel twist, the Lois's hadn't really cared about Clark's attire just as long as he was in the massive bulky diapers where his once proud manhood was trapped, now just a one inch clit and his large balls turned into small sissy sized balls that almost just looked like one ball, referred to as a 'pom pom sack' by Nightwing's sidekick, a female Jimmy Olsen called Flamebird. These days when the former man of steel was able to earn it/managed to hump a stuffie load enough to cum he didn't even produce anything, at best he peed a little. Lewis meanwhile had seen from the start that whenever he was with little super sissy the ex hero was dressed in frilly sissy outfits and his trademark curl would be poking out from under a baby bonnet, and a series of baby food and cum stained bibs that declared him a daddies gurl or the like. Left between only being looked after by a automaniac nursery and ignore or having to be Lewis's little gurl, Clark hadn't yet made up his mind which was worse, only knowing that both fates were unfair. it would help if while Clark was forced to give 'daddy' the attention he demanded before changing any of the frankly epic dirty diapers Clark made (what he lacked in his former powers he made up for in diaper usage, a final 'gift' of Mxy) was somehow it was always when Clark had a mouth full of daddy cock when Mxy would give Clark a little 'treat', letting him see him having sex with Lois or worse, when a series of BJ's over the course of a month had been loaded with Mxy's and Lois's wedding and honeymoon. Nothing slammed home the point that no rescue was coming because no one knew he was gone like seeing his own parents talking at the wedding reception about how happy the couple were and how proud of him they were. dressed in a silk light pink nightie and one of his many bulky diapers that would sag, droop but never leak (though they did nothing for his constant diaper rash or the smell) Clark mewed softly trying to decide if he was willing to let the automated nursery handle his good morning diapers like it usually do or swallow one last piece of pride and ask the machine to call for daddy.. since Lewis would at least use rash care..

Lewis as per normal when he first got up was basking in a sun chamber, a room they had added to the ship to help boost their meager kryptonian powers to something a little more threatening and while having a light breakfast of coffee and toast, peeked in on his favorite version of superman in the whole wide multiverse. There was the little sissy, stewing in his own filled diaper and looking just EVER so cute in his pretty little bedtime wear and chewing on his bottom lip as he looked around, giving the AI that ran the nursery (A re-purposed Braminic 5 for added insult to injury) time to decide if it was gonna act or if it was gonna just leave him to beg for changies or, If Lewis was VERY lucky, wait for the whimpering super sissy to ask for daddy. It was odd, Lewis had never been into guys (or diapers or sissies) before seeing the 'new and improved' Clark but something about the little cream puff just excited him and kept him coming back for more even as the ladies slowly lost interest in the smelly little weakling. Taking a final sip of his coffee Lewis smile grew so big it actually kind of hurt as Nannyic five (his nickname for the repurpose future hero and superman fanboy) chimed in even as he lip read what Super sissy was saying and watching the poor weakling blush and blubber in shame. "Sir, the sissy baby has requested that you come and handle his diaper change, saying that he 'missies him's da-da.' Shall I let him know your on your way?" The AI asked, sounding somehow formal and disgusted at the same time. "Heh, of course, though make sure to correct Super sissy. it's she not he, after all Super sissy is a daddy's gurl." Lewis said, getting up and heading for the door.

It only took at most 5 minutes for Lewis to go and get changed, for reasons that only rao knew why, Lewis loved being dressed in his Nightwing outfit when playing with Clark though the ex-hero was both relived and humiliated as the handsome stud walked in, wrinkling his nose even as he smiled. "I had a report of a epic mudslide happening, and a request from help?" he asked with a laugh even as Clark mentally groaned at the lame pun. "Daddy! Your here! I'm so happy!" the ex-hero coo'ed, not exactly a lie since it meant a diaper rash cream diaper change but still didn't mean he'd like paying the price for his diapie change. "Aww, I missed you too princess." Lewis coo'ed, coming over and ruffling Clark's hair and making the humiliated sissy semi swoon from the touch. "though i don't miss that smell.. I really need to talk the ladies into letting me get you on a pill diet that'll cut down on the smell even if it triples the waste." Lewis commented. Since as was Clark was capable of loading a diaper so much it would look like he stuffed a few pillows in the back of his diapers he didn't relish the thought of somehow going even more though kept this to himself as he knew what role he was expected to play. gurgling and making sure a line of drool was leaking down his chin, Clark crawled super close to Lewis and started to nuzzle and kiss/blow spit bubbles at the hero's costume clad cock which was responding rapidly to the 'hungry' sissy, tenting out the material of Lewis's Nightwing costume and a throbbing cock head poking Clark's left cheek and leaking some pre, getting it damp.. For most strait men a total nightmare but for super sissy, this was a good morning kiss. "awww, somebody missed daddy lots! Tell you what stinker, how about for a change daddy gets you all cleaned up, then you can give him a nice long sloppy mouth present without making daddies eyes water?" Lewis coo'ed, a strong hand on Clark's head and holding it there while he bobbed his still covered cock head in and out of the sissies open mouth, making a line of drool going from the cock tent to super sissy's soft lips. Clark knew there had to be a catch, that something was up but he nodded in agreement with daddy that it sounded good, 99 percent to get out of his itchy and smelly diaper.. and a small tiny 1 percent that wanted daddies BJ to be super enjoyable for him.

Making use of his enhanced speed and the fact he could hold his breath for half a hour if needed to be, Lewis was able to quickly get Clark cleaned up, smirking over his itty bitty clitty and working his fingers while covered with a wipe in and out of the little wimps super greedy hole, gushing at how cute Clark's reaction was mentally and almost gushing in his pants as well as the sissy gurgled and cried out daddy, then sucked on his thumb while jerking his hips, clearly having one of his drygasm's. "Awww, somebody loves it when daddy plays with her pussy huh? too bad your not a big enough girl for a full on ride huh princess?" Lewis teased, making the blushing and gasping thumb sucking sissy drygasm anther two times before pulling his fingers out. Any hint of defiance or hate was gone from the little wimps eyes, as normal after being made to cum like that (Dry Cuming didn't actually make poor Clark less horny, it only made it worse.. Thanks Mxy!) and Lewis knew he'd have the poor thing eating out of his hand for at least a good hour, if not longer. 'Such a shame the Lois's never caught on that letting him drygasm makes him so easy to mold to your liking. they all thought edging and gooning was the way.' Lewis mused, knowing that a big part of the fact the ladies didn't know any better was he didn't tell them since he wanted Clarkie all to himself. getting Clark dressed in a fresh set of cloth diapers, snuggly pinned and with half a bottle of soothing baby power and loads of cream on the poor little things bright red from rashes backside, Lewis had his little princess stand up and brace himself on Lewis's broad shoulders while helping him step into the red plastic panties he'd picked out for the little sissy. which when combined with the blue sundress he'd also picked out would likely have Clark getting SUPER fussy, but that was ok. Lewis didn't mind a huffy little sissy baby, somehow when he was huffy Clark gave even better BJ's. 'I wonder if that counts as hate fucking? heh, question for the ages right there.' Lewis mused as the panties were secured around the big babies diapers and hips. Clarkie wouldn't even get a chance to see the dress though, as someone was clearly all worked up. As Lewis went to stand up Clark kneeled down and nuzzled and kissed Lewis's cock and gave a whimpering whine and looked up at him with such a pleading look that for a second Lewis felt ashamed of himself for holding back from the needy gurl, before he snapped back to normal. "heh, Ok Princess. I don't know what's got you THIS cock starved, but like a good daddy I know when to shut up and listen." Lewis chuckled, tugging his 9 inches of fuck meat out and his hand wasn't even cleared before Clark was sliding his mouth down the shaft. '…I really should scold her for not waiting but fuck it. what's a bad habit or two?' Lewis thought and moved his hands out of the way as Clark grabbed and tugged the tights down and freed Lewi's heavy balls, massaging them and pulling away from the shaft to shower them in kisses and licks while stroking daddy. '..Ok new rule. ALWAYS change him first if this is how he's gonna..' Lewis was thinking moaning and spreading his legs as he thought about just how lucky he was.

Clark was semi horrified with himself, going to town like a depraved slut with none of his normal restraint but somehow just giving in and going all out like this was making his fairy wand tingle and twitch in his diapies. 'Fairy wand? oh wow, you really ARE broken huh?' came a familiar voice in Clark's head.. Mxy! 'Sup super sissy? thought I'd check in and since you basically were offering yourself up for a nice and gentle diapie change I thought I'd give you a little push here and there to help encourage this happening more often. you ARE my favorite show after all.' the imps voice chuckled. 'I.. this isn't..' Clark thought desperately even as his drool ran like crazy and he was deep throating daddy now, only showing semi restraint since Lewis's thick pube's tickled his nostril's when he went too fast. 'Yeah yeah, whatever cock breath. Look, I've been giving you some grade A 5 star shows with me and Lois, Lana and even that twink Jimmy, but on your end of things it's been lame o city! So I thought I'd step in and lend some help before I have to cut you off.' Mxy chuckled, even as Clark moaned like a slut in heat and wet his clean diapies. 'Please stop this! I don't WANT to see what you've been doing!' Clark thought as Lewis picked up the pace. 'Hu, you sure? I figured getting to see me pounding Lois was at least SOMETHING hetro in your days full of sissy fagness but oook. consider yourself cut off! That being said, you still have a back log to make up to me and spoiler: Lewis has been spoiling you and holding back so your gonna start offering special kisses for his back side. You can do it on your own tomorrow orrr I can take the drivers seat and make it SO much worse.' Mxy snickered. 'HOW? HOW could you make any of this even w-' Clark started to think. 'Three words: Human toilet paper.' Mxy laughed then switched his attention. 'Damn, here comes the money shot, figured Lewis would last longer.. get ready to pull off and get a facial sissy or I'm making you ask for a ba-ba of 'apple juice' Mxy said then his voice faded away.

Lewis was shocked and surprised but also delighted as right as his load was about to burst out super sissy pulling back and jerking his cock hard, closing his eyes and holding open his mouth and sticking out his tounge as Lewis's load coated his face. "you know normally I'd be mad about you wasting a load but.." Lewis panted as he started to come down. "a cum stained face is a good look for you princess." "T-Thank you daddy I.. wasn't sure if you'd like it." Clarkie mewed, blushing even as he reached up and started to scoop part of the cum into his mouth, the rest he rubbed on his body and in his hair giving him a distinctive smell. "heh, Ok Princess, what are you doing?" Lewis asked. his cock still out and semi hard. "Marking myself as yours daddy.. cuz I wanna go to the park and play and get shown off." the sissy coo'ed and gave a classic superman wink at Lewis who.. for the first time since he was a young teenager, came hands free and coated Clark's face, making the sissy giggle and blow cum bubbles. "I take it daddy wuvs my idea!" the drenched sissy gurgled. A small part of Lewis had always wondered if once Clarkie was truly broken, once she was just a cock craving diaper gurl in heart and mind and wanted to be shown off with no having to worry about escape attempts if he'd still find the smelly little sissy as hot as he did, and as Lewis watched Clark apply a second coating of daddy's milk to his wimpy frame he had his answer even as Clarkie shudder and sucked on a drenched thumb, having a drygasm. "Your too fucking cute and somehow I love you even more now then before." Lewis said, scooping the cum soaked fairy up and kissing him, not minding his own taste on the sissies lips, not knowing that he'd had had help finally breaking the former man of steel or that there was still a tiny fight in there, but now it was 1 percent fighting to the 99 percent good gurl.. Not that Lewis would of minded as he let his happy little gurl pick out a outfit.

The end

[anotherdayforchaosfay]

Yay! Husband is picking up some GF pot pies for me! Just pop them in the oven and wait. O think he may pick up some GF egg rolls for me too. They turn out beat when deep fried, but I'm scared af about trying or using the deep fryer. Thankfully, he is not.

I also took my edible two hours early. On an empty stomach. I'll be silly soon. Let's see how successfully I play Crusader Kings 3, shall we?

Oh, yeah, it's available on XBox. I have Game Pass, wo playing it for damn near free. Humankind will be on XBox next month, and it's a personal fav of mine. Free via Game Pass, but if you preorder, you'll get all sorts of goodies. I preordered because I know it's gonna be good. My computer hates Humankind, I have no idea how to physically upgrade my PC (nor am I gonna try seeing as I'm likely to fuck things up), otherwise I would because I loooooove gaming. Yes, there are games safe for epilepsy.

Ooooo! Husband just texted to let me know he's gonna get egg rolls for me. Nomnomnom! These things are HUGE. Gods, I love that so many more GF foods are becoming available and more affordable. I have celiac disease; eating even a single bite of something containing gluten will wreck my body and take weeks to recover. Oh, what do I mean by wreck my body?

Vomiting - if I'm very lucky, this will happen immediately and prevent things from getting too severe

Gut swells up - I look six month pregnant when this happens. My intestines swell up, and will stay that way for several weeks. This leads to more problems.

Malnourishment - because my intestines are swelled tf up, they cannot absorb nutrients from what I eat.

Diarrhea - again, from swollen intestines. No joke, I lived on the toilet for a week. Slept on it too. It was about every 10 minutes that my body just...emptied itself. Pepto bismol had no positive effect; all ot did was make everything black. I ate rice and drank water. The rice came out about looking like it had just been chewed. I opted not to eat anything on day six because it felt like I was shitting glass. When I was finally able to get to the hospital, the dr informed me that I should eat unripe bananas when this starts again. They were considered the "cure" for years and treated like a super food. He also told me to get the diaper rash medicine called Monkey Butt. That stuff is AMAZING and will destroy your underwear.

Seizures - my seizure medication isn't absorbed because of my intestines. Comes out looking the same as it did going in. For that week on the toilet, I crushed my pills, as suggested by my neurologist, so I could get something out of them. The pills have a thick coating in them because they're extended release. Without treatment, epilepsy is terminal.

Dehydration - do you know how difficult it is to stay hydrated when dealing with severe diarrhea? Dehydration is deadly! Gatorade is the only thing that kept things from getting to that point.

Rash - this is a weird one. I had this symptoms for two years, but none of the more recognizable ones listed above. The rash was symmetrical on both sides of my body and looked like oozing blisters. It itched beyond description. I had it on my knuckles, the sides of my breasts, along the lower half of my spine, on the sides of my buttocks, back of my thighs, and the top of my toes. Saw three dermatologists, they all gave me medicine and when the prescription was gone they examined me. All three gave up. It was a random stranger online who suggested I may have celiac disease because this rash is so specific. I cut gluten out of my diet, and less than a week later the rash was gone. It shows up if I so much as touch something containing gluten

Yeah, really gross. This is what millions of people deal with when exposed to gluten. It's not some mild inconvenience and it has no cure. The only treatment is dietary restrictions and avoiding exposure. I cried when I discovered the GF bakery here. All their food is safe for me to eat! A local pizza place makes GF pizza crust, and when I ordered one, they completely washed the counters and all other work surfaces, and the person prepping my pizza changed their apron, washed their arms up to their elbows, and put on gloves. I gave them a 100% tip for doing that. Fuck, I may cry again.

Well...this got lengthy. Okay, yeah, the edible has now kicked in.

[loorain]

Sims 4 Fontenot Legacy - Blocking One's Blessings

After another long night with Juno, Sabrina is feeling exhausted on new levels. They officially become brain blocked. Sabrina feels like their life is getting a little out of their own grasp. What joy is there in it these days? Just changing dirty diapers and wiping snotty noses?

Sigrid has been desperately trying to get the girls to start crawling, but nothing has happened yet for either of them. This is the one milestone they've been struggling to hit, but Sigrid is trying not to worry herself and remember that they will crawl at their own pace.

While Sabrina takes a shower, Scarlett attempts giving Juno his first solids, starting with plain yogurt, which he finds... middling.

Scarlett: Hmm, not sure how we feel about this one, huh?

Scarlett: Okay, well let's try something else. Just don't tell Bibi (Sabrina's chosen term to refer to themselves in parenthood).

So Grandma Scarlett gives Juno his first taste of ice cream, which he, of course, loves 😆 and we discover that he, too, is a messy eater like his cousin Alma.

Alma gets some treats later as well and hits a new milestone in the process!

Meanwhile, Sabrina gets ready to get dressed for the day and has a whim pop up. Though they've just gotten into a relationship with Beau, they're starting to feel like maybe they were too quick to commit. Maybe this is all a sign that things are moving too fast?

So after dressing, Sabrina makes a call. Beau comes over and greets them happily.

Beau: Hey, thanks for calling. How have you been?

Sabrina: Been better. It's been a bit wild around here lately. Let's sit and chat.

Beau: I haven't heard from you since Juno's age-up day. Figured you needed time to adjust to caring for an infant so I gave you some space, but I was worried. Is everything okay?

Sabrina: Beau... I know our relationship has been a rollercoaster. I'm worried we jumped too quickly into things.

Beau: Sabrina, you're just stressed. Caring for Juno is a full-time job. On top of your work--

Sabrina: I quit my job, Beau. I'm gonna open my own restaurant.

Beau: Really? That's great! Even more reason to understand just how stressed you are right now.

Sabrina: It's not just that though, Beau. Look, I have a very weird dating history. It's not like my cousin Robin who fell in love with his high school sweetheart and knew he wanted to be with them forever, First it was Gideon, then Bernard, then you and Marquise, and I got involved with Alton-

Beau: I don't need to be reminded of all your past lovers, Sabrina.

Sabrina: What I'm trying to say is, I'm scared. I'm scared that I'm too rash, I don't think things through, I just get one feeling and I pursue it, for better or worse. I've hurt a lot of people that way. I've hurt myself that way. I don't want to do that with this.

Beau: So spit it out. What are you trying to say?

Sabrina: I'm saying that maybe it's best we put this relationship on pause for a bit.

Beau: So... break up?

Sabrina: Not break up, just take a break. Focus on ourselves, make sure this is really what we want.

Beau: This is what I want. I've told you this. I've never hidden this from you.

Sabrina: So you really don't think there's any more self-improvement you need to do away from this relationship?

Beau: No! All the improvement I want to do is with you!

Sabrina: Beau--

Beau: No, I'm SICK of these mind games! We've only been dating for a few days, and you were on such a high! You introduced me to your son! We took family photos together! And now you want to "take a break"?! Am I a joke to you?!

Sabrina: Of course not--

Beau: Then why do you keep making me feel like a piece of crap?!

Sabrina: I'm not trying--

Beau: Oh, "not trying", "NOT WOOHOOCKING TRYING", well you ARE Sabrina!

Beau breaks down.

Sabrina: Beau, I'm sorry...

Beau: Fine. You want your break? You can have it. But this is the last time, Sabrina. If you walk away from this, from us... I'm not going to come back. I won't allow you to hurt me again.

Beau stands to his feet.

Beau: You need to make a decision, Sabrina. I just hope that the decision is us.

And with that, he walks out the front door, leaving Sabrina only with their thoughts. What have they just done?

[smolbeansthings]

Since my last post about my boss walking in on me mid change inthe bathroom a great many of embarrassing incidents has happened at work that I think is worth sharing because it's kinda funny in hindsight. As I mentioned before I'm not the best at hiding my diapered state. I take precautions but they do not always help. I know for a fact the some of my co-workers know I'm diapered or highly suspects that I am diapered. The first incident is fairly light in comparison to my other incidents but it is very important leading into an few other incidents that causes one of my coworkers to heavily suspect me.

This day in particular I was recovering from diaper rash and had worn some ABU little kings to work since they are cloth-backed. I went to work in this diaper not thinking it'd be a big deal. That day i worked with one of my favorite workers who for the sake of privacy will be called Will. Will was the type of person who had a horrible sense of humor that I found endearing. On top of that he's a prankster so often he's untying my apron or chucking pieces at and on many occassions putting them down my shirt. This not particularly fun when I'm wearing a onesie because there's not way for me to get the ice out without looking sus and it always ends up in my diaper. Anyway this day went about as normal and at one point he told me I should fix my pants because my "underwear" was showing off my cute little prints and a lion. I must've show several customers before he said anything and before I could fix it one of my other favorite coworkers took a look out of curiosity and mentioned how cute they were. I blushed and was quick to fix my pants before I drew more attention.

This next incident also includes Will as well. To give context here, my work is very degenerate (I'm the cause of it mostly). We are very open talking about sex kinks, what have you and my butt is constantly being slapped and in one case groped. It happens very often and some of my coworkers make passing comments about how I never flinch when my butt was slapped and some occasions I wouldn't even notice. Well this day Will and I was making dirty jokes and I mentioned how I loved being smacked in the ass. He took this as a challenge and with all his might smacked my diapered ass in which 2 things became clear. One, a loud THUD sound echoed throughout the work area that could not be ignored. To make the incident more embarrassing I let loose and messed my diaper literally just before impact and as he made contact he mushed my mess into my bottom. I tried to play it cool as I excused myself to go to the restroom but I'm not confident that I did a good job at that. To make matters even worse I had to run to the back and get my backpack since it had my changing supplies and spare diapers and haul it with me to the restroom. within that time frame I soiled myself some more and even had a panic attack in the bathroom because I had soiled myself even more whole setting up my changing mat. I wasn't sure if it was safe for me to change and with how unpredictable my incontinence can be I was very likely to mess myself mid change or even in my freshly changed diaper. I willed myself to change into a clean diaper and of course mess myself again not too long after.

This final bit did not happen at work but rather at a Van's store. This day I went to go hang out with one of my littles friends. I wanted to wear something cute that day so I put on my kawaii modokawa green shirt with my blue jean shortalls from tykables with the snap crotch for easy checks and changes. I also double boosted my Rearz Alpaca diapers and wore my Lilo bow that was gifted to me for christmas. I had to run some errands before I headed over to my friends house so my diaper was gradually becoming more more wet but nothing that warranted a change, especially since I had double boosted. When I arrived to her house we decided to venture out and buy some Velcro strapped shoes because they are perfect little shoes and because I don't tie my shoe laces. As we ventured off I noticed my diaper bulging out of my shortalls. I was sure that my diaper should've lasted longer but it was possible that I overestimated how much liquids I took. This became clear after we arrived to the store and I got out of my car, I spotted a dark wet spot in the driver's seat and my diaper was extremely heavy. I also waddled a bit as I made my way to the door the door that felt very noticeable. We asked the worker if they could bring us the shoes we wanted in out individual sizes and went to try them on. I sat down to put mines one which felt awkward with how thick my diaper was at this point. I stood up from my seat and caught a glimpse at where I was sitting and to my embarrassment a wet spot right were I was sitting. I t wasn't big but fairly noticeable. To add insult to injury as I bent over to take off the shoes my shortalls buttons unsnapped themselves from the weight of my diaper fully exposing how wet it and massive it was. I hurriedly snapped them back into place, luckily no one saw but my friend but from that point on I was very cautious with how I moved.

[yamithediaperdork]

Looking after a dork (Maze runner)

Newt woke up to a slight chill, more from the overnight dew that had collected on him from sleeping out side of his tent then anything else as the temperature was always maintained as a nice warm level.

one might wonder if Newt had a perfectly functioning tent where he would of woken up warm and dry what was the young man doing out in the field, and the answer would be simple enough: he preferred waking up damp to waking up smelling like a diaper pail.

As caretaker for the new ones, boys who would join their little group, he had taken on the habit of making sure they wore diapers for the first 2ish days, normally 3 at the most after having a bad experience where one newcomer had pissed all over him.

Normally being padded even if most of the boys couldn't recall anything about before coming to the field, to the maze, would shame them into going out of their way to prove that the diapers weren't needed.

in fact, it was only one of them that was proving to be the exception to the rule, and not only staying in the diapers but acting more childish and needy then any other that had come along and so Newt had been given extra duties in looking after him, they're leader Alby convinced that Thomas (he had recalled that much at least) had been damaged before being sent to them and while the boy was a semi strain on resources, no one had the heart to totally ditch him, at least not when Newt could handle the unpleasant side of having a over sized toddler of sorts around.

'A gimp and a baby, don't we make a wonderful pair.' Newt thought, limping back to his tent and taking in one last big gulp of the fresh summer air, then opening the flap and instantly having his eyes water and his nose burn.

'I swear to god, he's sneaking off and munching on dead skunks to make a stink this powerful!' Newt though, stumbling in as Thomas was still asleep and sucking his thumb, head on the floor as he was hugging his pillow to his chest with his free hand and the thick gray (it had once been white but many many washes had faded it's color) cloth diaper was fixed around his hips, filled to the point of almost leaking with the brunette night time load.

'...there's a joke here that I'm 2nd in command and have to deal with shitty diapers.' Newt thought with a grimace.

"rise and shrine stinky, it's anther wonder morning and I have to deal with your morning glory." Newt called out.

Thomas whined softly, rolling over from his left side to his right, squishing the mess to Newt dismay (as if it wasn't hard enough to clean up!) and waving a hand at newt.

"Five more minutes daddy." he whined, thumb out of his mouth and a drool trail between it and his mouth.

"as tempted as I am to put off having to change you, last thing I want is you getting a diaper rash. so come on. up and at'em or you can change your OWN diapers." Newt said, trying and failing to keep a grin off his face as Thomas's eyes shot open and he sat up.

"Nooo! you change!" Thomas whined, bottom lip sticking out and hugging the pillow with both hands now.

"yeah yeah, I'll change..but not in here. I'm gonna have to air out my tent all day as is. Come on cap'n poopie pants, crawl that smelly butt outside." Newt said, snagging a spare diaper, and noting that they would have to wash more before he'd be able to change Thomas.

'oh of course..because wiping his shitty ass isn't bad enough.' Newt thought as he watched Thomas get on all fours and crawl double time out of the tent, a smirk on his face. '...though seeing that ALMOST makes it worth it.'

One smelly diaper change later, Thomas was sitting on his pampered butt and playing with a few simple stick men that one of the other boys had built for him and babbling softly while daddy Newt was hard at work getting his poop filled diapers washed up and hung out to dry.

truthfully, while the stick men were fun to play with, the consent drooling and having to baby talk all the time was starting to wear one Thomas who believe it or not: was faking the fact he needed the diapers.

he wasn't sure if he had always been into them, or being looked after by someone smaller and weaker then him but he knew it made him squirm and shiver with pleasure when he'd push out a load in his diapers before bed each night and hump them till he made a mess in the front as well as the back.

Naturally he felt a little bit guilty about taking advantage of Newt like this, but from what he had seen the semi cripple while second in command hadn't really wielded that much power and this gave him a form of power and control over someone. or at least that's how Thomas was justifying it in his little diaper pervert mind.

For better or worse, the pair were stuck with each other till Thomas got bored of being a pamper packer (which had the same odds of him spouting a pair of wings) or Newt figuring out what was going on.

Since Newt was getting more and more semi frustrated with him Thomas knew he was on borrowed little time, and had decided to milk his remaining diaper days up as much as he could.

As Newt finished washing up the diaper and hanging them up to dry he pondered about a certain kind of mess he had found in every other diaper he'd cleaned. since Thomas only got two diapers a day (well unless he uber loaded them) it wasn't had to figure out that each and everyone of his bedtime diapers had a cum stain in them.

"Well this explains a few things.." Newt grumbled, processing the information and trying to decide just what to do with it.

on one hand this meant that he could clearly just go and prove Thomas was just a fucking diaper perv, and get out of having to change him and get his tent back. Although if Thomas wanted this tibet of information kept just between them it could lead to a few ..fun things. Thomas wasn't the only one with a activate sex drive and Newt who only manged to get laid when someone wanted to top him (and he hated being a bottom) now had a for sure way to ensure he would be the one doing the pounding.

"After all..if I'm gonna be changing that shitty ass I should get to fuck it.. Make him fart cum bubbles." Newt said, tenting out his pants as he thought of Thomas face down ass up and calling him daddy while Newt fucked him and spanked his ass.

"..Yup choice made." the disabled boy said and limped off to go and get Thomas and explain out to his new cum dump what the price of his diaper perv babyhood was gonna cost him.

Thomas was in the process of snacking on a bitter tasting root that had been pointed out to him to avoid by anther boy, since it was basically Ex-lax on steroids with how powerful it was then a shadow fell over him.

"well, that explains how you can keep crapping yourself so much." Newt said, folding his arms and looking down at Thomas who had juice from the root dribbling down his chin and a mouth full.

Trying to give his best 'oh I'm so silly!' face he swallowed and went to toss the root away.

"O-Oh this is the poopie root? I uh.. though it wa-" He started but was cut off.

"Can it perv, I know you've been nutting like crazy in your diapies. and finish eating while I talk over how things are gonna change around here." Newt said.

"I have a bad feeling in my tum tum and it's not from the root.." Thomas whimpered, though he went back to chowing down.

"oh Relax, you'll get to keep being a diaper shitting big baby, and you'll even get to cum all you want. all I want in return is to use you as a cum dump. Your mouth, your ass..anytime I'm horny I'm gonna fuck you." Newt said, his cock still tenting his pants and Thomas was trying to tent his diaper.

"in fact, you look thirsty..Let's give the baby his ba-ba." Newt snickered and spotting a large rock plopped his butt on it and whipper his thick cock out. "Come on baby boy, don't MAKE me repeat myself."

"Coming daddy!" Thomas said, drool being added to the root juice on his chin and he crawled over triple time and without told took as much of Newt's fuck meat down his throat as he could, clearly ok with being a diaper slut for a strict daddy.

Newt gasped, the heat of Thomas's mouth on his shaft, that tongue working his glans..this boy was a grade A cock sucker and clearly into bottoming out.

As Thomas sped up and worked his shaft like the hungry cock slut he was Newt just relaxed and let the boy do his thing, rubbing the top of Thomas's head and giving it pats.

"Shit..shit..you are fucking AMAZING at this!! Do you even have a gag reflex?" Newt mewed, Thomas had only been at it for a minute and a half and already Newt's first load was about to come firing out. Before Thomas could go to answer the question Newt added. "Don't answer that, it's rude to talk with your mouth full!"

'Shit, having a diapered pervert cock sucker is awesome! where's the downside to all of this!?!' Newt thought, his balls tightening as at the same time a muffled and wet fart was heard and Newt groaned as he looked down, he could fill Thomas grunt and pushing. 'Oh yeah..'

As Newt's hot load sprayed down Thomas's throat and into his mouth, coating the bitch's tongue the big baby filled the seat of his diapers, making them balloon out and sag as the air was filled with his toxic stink.

"Jesus...you couldn't wait till I was finished?!" Newt complained, holding his nose even as Thomas pulled back and sucked on his cock head like it was a pacifier, getting any left over loads. "Come on, let's go and get you cha-" Newt went to add the stopped and whimpered as Thomas pulled back licking his lips then winking as she asked Newt a question.

"Awww whats wrong daddy? did you just remember that all of my other diapies are still drying so I'll hafa sit in my shit swelled diapie for awhile?" Thomas giggled.

"...If I'm gonna be smelling you for at least half a hour I want anther blow job." newt grumbled.

"heh, Threaten me wiff a good time~" Thomas giggled and winked, going back to work.

Yeah, having to put up with the shitty diapers wasn't gonna be easy, but if the little perverts ass was half as good as his mouth it was gonna be worth it.

The end?

[hollyhayes]

New Onision BS

1. Onision lets his oldest son hurt his younger 2 children (particularly the daughter): for example, he once pushed her off of the couch head-first.

2. Doesn't let them socialize with any other children. The last friend that they had was Madison Decambras' daughter, and that friendship ended in 2019.

3. Onision and his former spouse fought around the children constantly; and even when they weren't fighting, they were telling sexual jokes around the kids (such as joking about him fucking her doggy style).

4. Greg once argued with a woman (I believe that her name is Maya) over why she didn't want to fuck him while he was holding one of his sons in his arms.

5. Ayalla, after she left in 2019, said that she's never met any children who cry as often as his kids do.

6. Greg didn't even speak to his children until they had learned how to speak back (seriously). KIDS LEARN HOW TO SPEAK BY BEING SPOKEN TO.

He also once let Madisons' toddler daughter sit in a soiled diaper for several hours while she was out shopping with his spouse and he was supposed to be babysitting her. She was about 2 years old at the time. I think he just genuinely doesn't like children (or women). (I also think that he's incapable of caring for pets; but that's a different point entirely. He's killed or given away at least 3 pets (Lou, Dobbs, and Reptar). He let Madisons' daughter sit in a dirty diaper for so long that she ended up developing a diaper rash.

7. The kids are already showing signs of having extreme behavioral issues, even at this young age. One of the boys has spit in Gregs' face and pushed his sister off of the couch head-first.

8. Greg and his partner have sex while their children are laying in that exact same bed. Seriously.

9. One of their sons has already lost some of his teeth by the age of 2 because he was being breastfed at night without having his teeth brushed afterwards.

9. They leave expired food out in the open where their kids can access it. In one of their videos, one of the dogs walked past with a moldy piece of food in its mouth. Onisions' partner didn't even know where it came from.

10. Onision gets mad at his spouse for turning up the heat, even in December.

11. Their daughters' hair is a mess. It looks dull and unkempt.

This is all information that I've learned from people who have stayed there, himself, and police reports.

His spouse lets all of this happen knowingly, because they care more about their relationship with Greg than they do about their own children.

My Mom also has Narcissistic Personality Disorder and has done many neglectful things; but this is SO far past the point of abuse that it's crazy.

[jadekitty777]

On Your Six, Chapter 3

Day 3: Parenting for @taiqrowweek

Rating: T for this chapter, M for overall

Words: 5k

Summary: Qrow was what most of society would call a small-town criminal. But to those oppressed, he hoped only to be a healer. In an effort to make a change in the world, he moves from kingdom to kingdom, searching for branded omegas in need. His goal? To turn the derogatory words the reformatories forced them to bear on their skin into works of art.

Then one day, his past catches up to him in the form of Taiyang, his former best friend, with a brand of his own stained onto his skin and a plea for help in his eyes. Qrow has no choice but to answer, even if it means he’d have to face his mistakes once and for all.

[An ABO-style universe in a modern-day style Remnant. No Grimm, because people are the real monsters in this one]

Ao3 Link: On Your Mind

~

Early on in his career, Qrow had come to value the strength in listening.

He knew for every omega who walked through his door, he was a step in their healing process. It didn’t matter at what point in that process he was treading into; everyone came needing something. A sense of control. A desire to feel beautiful again. A need to shake off shame. No matter what it was, every reason was understandable and downright defensible.

But he knew his deed didn’t always end at the tip of a needle. Sometimes it wasn’t what was on their skin, but what was in their minds that weighed the most. Those were his talkers. The ones who felt so hurt or overcome by what had happened to them, they had to tell their story to someone.

So Qrow listened. He listened to the Mistrialian baker who tried to escape his abusive relationship by drugging his alpha one night and escaping into the night as the word Disloyal was overwrote. Erased Rebel as he was enraptured by the Rights Activist from Mantle who handed out self-funded newspapers all dedicated to lining out the inequalities among the dynamics. Nearly cried with the elderly Valian spinster who had been trafficked from her home in Vacuo decades ago to became the fourth wife of a rich proprietor as he made sure Owned could never be seen again.

Now today, he was turning the word SLUT into art as Tai recounted the love story that dared him to engage in one of society’s most taboo acts.

“So there I was, dragging my feet out of the ER at 2 AM, feeling like the worst parent in history as Yang bawls in my arms. I was so distressed, I couldn’t even remember where I’d parked and just started going through the rows.” They were sitting today. Tai cross-legged on his bed and staring out the window while Qrow sat behind him. “That’s when Summer called to me. She remembered I was one of the patients just going in as she got off her shift. She asked me what was going on and I told her how the doctor who’d seen us kicked me out for wasting his time over some diaper rash. And you know what she did?” A smile uplifted his tone. “She looked between me and Yang and said, ‘No parent spends five hours in the ER over nothing.’ Then she took my arm and led me back inside. Snapped at the staff to give her a room and saw to Yang herself. I couldn’t believe it. She’d just come off of a twelve-hour shift. She had to of been exhausted. But that was the kind of woman she was. When she saw someone who needed help, she put everything else aside to do it.”

A hiss breathed through the other’s teeth as Qrow lined over the base of the T, tailing the ends to look more like the trunk of a tree. “Were you right?” He prompted, hoping to distract him.

“Yeah. Yeast infection.” Tai puffed up proudly. “Nothing a bit of prescription cream and some TLC couldn’t fix, but it still felt so validating to be told my worries weren’t just in my head. It was the first time since Raven left that I felt I really could do this on my own.” That uplift was back, overlayed with fondness. “But, it was Summer who reminded me that just because I can, doesn’t mean I had to.”

He moved his pen higher, maple leaves beginning to bloom along his back. “How’d it happen?”

“Well, so, they called me in a few days after that night for a check-up. When I got there, I found out Summer had arranged things to make sure she was the doctor attending us. She had told me at the time it was just normal for her to touch base with anyone who came through ER that she had looked after. That it made her happy to see her patients doing well.” He barked out a laugh. “She was such a liar! She didn’t tell me this until later, but apparently the only reason she did it was because she thought I was cute and wanted to see me again.”

Tch, what a brat. Qrow scoffed, doggedly ignoring the had he been in her position, he absolutely would have done the same.

“We started talking and joking around. One thing led to another and suddenly she was asking me out for coffee! I was so shocked I almost fell out of my chair. But… I said yes. And, it was the best decision of my life.”

He couldn’t do this. He jerked back and turned off the pen before the shaking in his hand ruined his work. “Sorry. Hand’s cramping up. Can we take a break?”

Oblivious as ever, the omega gave him one of those stupidly bright smiles that he hated because it made his heart do weird things. “Sure.” As they slid off the bed and Tai took the opportunity to stretch, he asked, “How about tea?”

“Yeah, I’ll go put on the pot.” Qrow didn’t even get two steps before a hand clapped down on his shoulder.

“Nope. You’re resting.”

“But-”

“Relax. I got this.”

Then Tai wandered right into his kitchen like he owned the place, leaving him with no choice but to throw up his arms and take a seat. Qrow watched him go through the motions, turning to fill the kettle. From this distance, the word that had once been etched into his skin was completely unreadable, overtaken by a mismatch of new marks in various states of healing.

A perfect reflection of the man who bore them.

Regret dropped like a stone in his stomach, feeling sick as the omega took care of him over a lie. He lowered his head and took his punishment in the form of a simple question, “So when did you two get serious?”

“Hm? Oh, you mean Sums and I?”

“No, I meant you and me.” Qrow snarked, because he hated himself.

Tai set the pot on the stove, the burner sparking to life. “I knew we had a forever connection the day you offered to eat all the yellow Starburst from the bag and leave all the good flavors for me.”

Well now he was resentful and insulted. “Yellow is the good flavor.”

“Mmhmm, keep telling yourself that.” He started tearing open a pair of tea packets, dropping one each in the mugs. “Anyways, promise not to judge me too much?”

“For what, your love life or your weird issues with Starburst?”

“Qrow!”

He held up hand as a peace offering, leaning back. “Okay, okay. I promise.”

Tai eyed him suspiciously for several seconds before finally saying, “We bonded four months in.”

“FOU-” He cut himself off and took a breath. He seemed to have to do this a lot more lately. “I mean, that’s not so bad.”

“Good save.” Sarcasm dripped from his tone. “Look, I thought I was going too fast too. But when I would sit down and think of my future, I just could see her in it. Summer was a piece of me I didn’t even know I was missing. And when I found out she felt the same about me we decided, fuck it! Who cares about what everyone else is going to say? We knew we wanted each other.”

On display as he was, Qrow’s gaze fell to the spot on Tai’s neck where the two scars lay. The imperfect ovals were layered atop one another right in the juncture of his shoulder and collarbone, cutting through his scent gland. Similar to a snake’s fangs, alpha incisors had a hollow part, allowing them to release a bit of their musk during the bite which would then inject itself into an omega’s glands and permanently alter their scent.

Staking a claim.

Granted, with the tattoo he couldn’t smell even a hint of either Raven or Summer any longer. But back then, he could imagine how pungent it had been. Even if the new smell wasn’t a dead giveaway, the pinker shade of the fresher one was a big neon sign that drew the eye. There wouldn’t be any hiding it, even if the couple had tried.

Which meant they absolutely became the gossip of every corner on the street. Summer being well off and Tai being abandoned and annulled didn’t help matters in the slightest. He already knew what people would have thought, well before the brand was ever made.

He frowned. “Even knowing you’d get the worst of it?”

“Tch. Tell me something else that’s new.” Tai snipped, rolling his eyes. “You know, I could have been a perfect little omega. Quiet. Thoughtless. Unopinionated. Or I could have also spent the rest of my life as a part of the Single’s Forever Club. Risen Yang alone and never looked at another Alpha again. And you know what? People would still have shit to say about me. That’s what happens when society’s rigged against you.” He smacked his hand down on the counter. “When does my happiness matter?”

That stone still in his stomach was only getting heavier. “Sorry.”

The fire burnt out as quickly as it was there, and Tai only shook his head, mumbling, “Forget it. It’s whatever right?”

“It’s not. It’s fucking wrong.” He said with more fury than he meant to.

Tai’s smile was tired and defeated. “If only more people thought like you.”

The kettle whistle blew, effectively ending their conversation. It wasn’t long before Tai was taking his seat across from him, their mugs steaming on the table before them. Idly, Qrow traced the rim of his with his index finger, trying to think of something to say.

His focus shifted when a hand was suddenly being held out before him, clearly asking for something. “Uh?”

“Give me your hand.” Tai demanded.

His brain moved sluggishly, but when he understood what the other was offering, his face went redder than his eyes. “I, uh, need to drink my tea?”

“You’ve got a left one for that. Come on already.”

“It’s fine. It’s not that-” Any argument he had slipped away when he tried pulling his hand further away, only for the omega to reach over and snag it.

The simple touch was like electricity zinging through his muscles, leaving him helpless to resist as Tai laid his arm across the table. “You’re such a big baby.” He teased as he rolled up the cuff of Qrow’s shirt, pressing the pads of his fingers along the length of his forearm.

When the massage started, Qrow absolutely melted. While he hadn’t been entirely honest, it would still be true to say that he was probably working his way into an early case of carpal tunnel with how much tension built from his shoulder down to his wrist during his work. He sighed, slumping over the table as the other made his way up past his elbow. “I hate you.” He mumbled, face pillowed in his other arm.

“Yeah, I’m the worst.” Tai replied cheerily.

Gods, if only that were true, then maybe he wouldn’t love him as much as he did.

~

“I wish you could have met her.” Tai told him a little after sundown.

Qrow hummed questioningly, not pulling his eyes up from the midribs he was painstakingly adding onto every leaf. He felt like he was performing some sort of a balancing act, sitting on the edge of the recliner so he was close enough to draw while also trying to keep out of the beam of his scroll light pointed at them from his nightstand, since the weak 40 watt overhead just wasn’t bright enough to work with. There was a reason he never tattooed after dark.

“Summer.” Tai clarified, reminding him exactly why they were an hour behind. “You woulda liked her.”

He almost laughed at how inane that statement was. “Doubt that.”

“Really! She was sweet and a little shy. A bit of a rebel too. And I mean, she moved to Vale ‘cause she knew she could help more people in need for cheaper than the high end hospitals she could have worked in would charge.” He glanced over his shoulder as Qrow re-inked. “You gotta let that Atlesian stigma go, man.”

There really was no good way to answer that, so he didn’t bother trying. Gods only knew what Tai would have thought of him, if he found out the real reason they never would of gotten along was because Qrow didn’t believe he’d be able to resist his instincts a second time around. The ones that screamed at him to show Tai he was the more worthwhile mate, even if that meant delving things into a fistfight.

“I guess it doesn’t matter now.” The omega said when he caught on that he wasn’t going to get a response. “At least you’ll have a chance to meet Ruby. I warn you though, you’re totally going to fall in love. She’s got so much energy to her, like you wouldn’t believe. She giggles so much too, it’s the cutest little sound. And-! And…”

Pausing, Qrow flipped off the pen. “Tai?”

“S-Sorry.” He rubbed a hand over his face, clearing his throat loudly. “It just, hurts. Not knowing how they’re doing.” His voice broke. “I miss them.”

Not sure what else to do, he silently pressed his forehead against the base of Tai’s neck, mindful of his back as he wound an arm across his middle in a loose hug.

Knew, without a doubt, that it wasn’t nearly enough.

~

A year ago, when Qrow was working outside of Mantle for a spell, a client he’d never forget walked through his door. He was unusually broad-shouldered and buff, just like Tai. Yet, it wasn’t his physical attributes that truly made him stand out. It was the omega’s confidence.  He had a stride to him that exuded self-assurance and a stance that yielded pride.

It threw him completely off his game, as he was used to playing the role of consoler. Yet, as the omega held out his hand to shake, Qrow found himself wanting to compete against him. “You’re Harbinger. It’s a pleasure. I’ve heard a lot.”

“Only good things, I hope.” He replied, his grip firm and unyielding. “And you are?”

“Clover Ebi.” That name rang a bell, but he couldn’t place why. “And they were. You did a rebrand for a buddy of mine who lives over in the orange district. I was hoping you could do the same for mine.”

That brought some air to his sails as he found himself on more comfortable ground. “Yeah, ‘course I can. Why don’t you take a seat and I can get a gander at what I’m working with?”

“That’s the thing…” For the first time since he walked in, some of that boldness faltered. “If I show you, I need you to promise me not to freak out.”

Well, now he was really intrigued. “Come on. It can’t be that bad. Wait – it’s not on like, your ass cheek or something right?”

“You’re as crude as Robyn warned me you’d be.”

Qrow perked up at the name, remembering her as the outspoken journalist he’d looked after during his first stint in Mantle.

Clover placed a hand over his left bicep. “No, no, it’s nothing like that. It’s under this.”

“Okay then, what’s the proble- Oh, shit.”

His heart rate jumped from resting to cardiac arrest in record time at the sight of the brand – not a harsh word like so many others had been forced to bear, but a simple, cursive script of the man’s own last name. The mark of someone who was in service of the Atlas military.

Which meant he was probably being set up right now.

“Fuck!” Qrow stumbled backwards, looking around wildly for a weapon. An exit. Anything.

“Hey, it’s okay!” Clover followed after him, albeit at a slower pace. “Come on, you said you wouldn’t freak out.”

He picked up an umbrella, holding it en garde like his sister used to with her katana. “We’re way past that, buddy. So, what is this? A trap? Are a bunch more of you about to bust through my wall to take me in?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Will you just – put the umbrella down!”

He came within striking distance – so Qrow struck. A fast swipe at his face.

Clover didn’t even look as his hand shot up to catch it. With strength he wasn’t even trying to hide, he yanked the makeshift weapon right out of Qrow’s grip and tossed it over his shoulder. He caught the fist that came next, boxing him into the corner so that he didn’t have room to move. It was an oddly uncomfortable feeling, being pinned down and powerless.

But while the hold was solid it wasn’t tight, nor was Clover’s face aggressive. “Can you calm down, please? I didn’t come here to turn you in. I came here because I want your help.”

“Why?” He barked back. “You chose to take that mark. Feeling regretful now soldier boy?”

The omega’s expression shifted darkly. “The only thing I chose was to fight for my kingdom, because I believe in protecting the people. This mark is something I have to bear, if I want to pursue that goal.”

His hands slid off, giving Qrow some breathing space. As he stared at the other, suddenly it came to him. “Wait. Ebi. I knew I recognized your name. You made headlines recently. You’re the captain of Tin Jimmy’s specialty squad.”

It had been a huge sensation, an omega taking a leadership position like that. It was practically unheard of and people talked it up like it was a sign of the ‘changing times.’ But he had brushed it off as another one of the kingdom’s typical publicity stunts. They always had something or the other going on to turn the people’s heads – because if everyone was looking at Atlas, no one would see anything else.

“I don’t get it. Why?” His brow furrowed, trying to make sense of it.

“Because I represent something larger than just a captain of a team. I represent hope. The worst thing for us is when no one’s talking. And I sure got them talking.”

That made sense. Nothing changed if no one was having the conversation. Still… “Rebranding could get you decommissioned. Negative PR be damned.”

“Well, as they say: Sometimes you got to risk it all for a dream.” Clover said with a quirk of his lips. “So, will you help me?”

It was one of the most needlessly reckless decisions he had ever made, but he did. In two, relatively short sessions, they were done. He slept with one eye open every day in-between, but when they finished and Clover was instead urging him to keep his contact info (“Just in case you ever get in trouble.”), Qrow felt oddly at ease. Like maybe he truly did make a friend in all this.

He never questioned why the case never hit the news – but if he left Mantle a little quicker than normal, well, that was his business.

Now, as he hit dial on that old contact, he could only pray Clover at least was going to keep this part of his word.

He picked up after the second ring. “Hello?”

“Hey soldier boy.” Qrow started, trying to sound casual. “It’s Harbinger.”

A beat. Then, “Oh. Oh! Uh, two seconds okay?” There was a muffled bit of a noise and a faint, “I’ll be right back. Gotta take this.” A bit more shuffling and background noise as Qrow assumed he left the room, then Clover’s voice was back in his ear, surprisingly frantic. “What’s going on? Are you alright?”

“Yeah. Sorry, it’s not an emergency call.” He replied.

The omega let out a sigh of relief. It felt oddly nice to be worried about. “Oh thank Gods. So then, what’s up?”

“I was hoping you might be able to help me with something.” Qrow said, unconsciously pacing around his box-in-the-wall apartment. “Might be a longshot but, you got any connection with OPS?”

The OPS, or Omega Protection Services, were a kingdom-to-kingdom association that talked big about how they were dedicated to the proper care of the omega brethren in need. While in some veins of their work that was true, like funding lobbies for better rights in the system or providing financial support to those in trouble, it was equally true that under the table the organizations were fed big money from the reformatories to turn over a revolving door of clientele.

The biggest contributor of which was the Crisis Department. It was no secret that a death of a bond mate was devastating to an omega and there was a small percentage of those who became non-functional after the loss. Therefore, any omega known to have recently lost their mate was visited by an OPS agent. If the agent found the omega to be in such an extreme state, it was customary that the widow would be sent away for rehabilitation and any children would be rehomed either with known family or into a foster family until the parent was well enough to care for them again.

The key words being a small percentage. However, according to statistics, almost a quarter of all widowed omegas were in need of ‘reformation’. A percentage that went up or down depending on what kingdom was involved. Vale, their home country, was the only one underperforming on those numbers. By all accounts, Tai never should have gone to a reformatory at all.

The issue was the OPS agent assigned to the omega was from their alpha’s home kingdom. Which meant the agent that knocked on Tai’s door was from Atlas, the kingdom boosting the highest reformatory count by almost double any other one. They also had one of the strictest policies on how they rehomed children. Rather than even consider familial connections, they fostered all of them, claiming it would provide a more stable environment without the potential of an omega in probation from seeking them out and ‘influencing’ their young one’s minds before they were fully well.

All this to say it was almost impossible to know where Tai’s kids were unless he could talk to someone on the inside.

“I know someone who works out of there.” Clover said, before prying almost teasingly. “Why? Who are you looking for?”

Qrow realized too late that he probably should have expected this. “Don’t get any ideas!” He squawked. “I’m… trying to get some info on my niece. Nieces, actually. Just wanting to make sure they’re doing alright.”

“Oh.” Just like that, Clover was all business again. “Yeah, I can swing that. Just gonna need their names and ages, but it shouldn’t be too hard to find them. The names of their sires helps too.”

A sense of relief spread through him. “Yeah I can get that to you. I’ll message it.”

“Perfect! Should have something for you in a few days, okay?”

“Thank you Clover.”

“Anytime.”

It was only after the call ended and he’d written out the requested information, that it hit Qrow.

If he disclosed all this, it really wouldn’t be much further of a stretch for Clover to locate his own information alongside it. All these years on the lam potentially wasted in one single text message.

He flopped onto his bed with a groan, mussing a hand through his hair as the weight of the decision nettled him. Yet, as his thumb moved over to erase everything, his gaze unconsciously fell to his nightstand, where the pages of Tai’s designs were still resting. Thought of all the pain his friend still had to go to finish them, coupled with all he bore before this. Wouldn’t just a day of solace be worth it?

His thumb moved back up.

Sometimes you just had to risk it all, right?

Qrow hit send.

~

Tai smelt his anxiety the moment he walked through the door.

“Everything alright?” He asked, looking about the room as if he expected to find a portion of it on fire.

“Yeah, yeah.” Qrow assured, doing a very bad job of actually appearing alright as he fidgeted with his necklace. “I just have something I wanted to show you. Come here.”

“O…kay?”

Tai followed him over to his bed, sitting down beside him. It was more comfortable than the stiff plastic of the mismatched dining chairs at least, but now Qrow was also realizing it was painfully intimate. As he sat there, fighting the urge to just shove his scroll into the other hands, he realized maybe he should have planned this better. “So, I know this guy from Atlas, right? Someone on the higher end who has a lot of connections. And well, I asked if he might be able to check in on your daughters.”

“What?!” The omega gripped onto his arm, a sort of manic desperation dancing in his eyes. “Qrow, are you serious?”

He nodded, plucking his scroll off the nightstand and swiping over to his photo album. “Yeah and he was able to get me this from their file.” He handed the device over, seeing the way Tai eyes went wide. The photo was reportedly back from January, taken on some sort of outing the family had been on. The two girls were sitting in a sandbox, Yang pushing sand into a yellow bucket with her hands while Ruby watched her, biting on the end of the shovel that her sister probably should have been using.

“They’re with a beta family. An older couple whose kids have already left the house.” Qrow rambled as his friend just continued to stare at his children. “It’s a real nice place. Both the girls have their own rooms and there’s a backyard for them and everything. And the expense reports are showing their getting a nice, balanced diet and toys and even some learning, uh, things. Books and flashcards and all that fancy shit. And, well, uh – T-Tai?”

Tears dripped from the man’s chin, hitting the display of the scroll. “Yang’s in pigtails.”

“What?”

Tai lifted his head, eyes swimming. “I couldn’t get her to let me brush her hair most days, let alone put it in pigtails.”

“Tai…”

The omega brought the device to his chest, as if it was a suitable replacement for the children he’d rather hug. “And look at how big Ruby is now. She’s sitting up all on her own now. Probably walking.” He sobbed, a wretched, terrible noise that burst from something aching to his very core. “What else have I missed? Ruby has to be talking now. I didn’t even get to hear her first word. And Yang’s old enough to be in kindergarten – I should have been there to take her to her first day. But I wasn’t! I wasn’t there for any of it!”

Something in Qrow’s own heart shattered listening to the father’s anguish and he surged forward, gathering Tai up. Pulled him into a tight embrace as if it could protect him from all the hurt he had to bear.

“It’s not fair.” Tai cried into his shoulder. “It was awful enough, losing Summer. But then those OPS bastards came into my house, took one look at my marks and said I was unfit to raise my own kids! I felt so humiliated.” He clenched onto fistfuls of Qrow’s shirt, shaking hard enough he might just fall apart. “It’ll be almost two years by the time they give them back to me. They took those years away from me and I’m never getting them back!” He heaved over another sob. “What if they don’t even remember me Qrow?”

He ran his fingers soothingly through the other’s hair. “No one could forget you Tai. Not with that big, stupid, sunny smile a’yours. Those girls’ll take one look at it and go ‘there’s daddy!’. I just know it.”

It earned him a watery laugh that only delved into more tears. If he could have, Qrow would have torn up all of Atlas to find those pups and bring them back to Tai right then and there. As it was, there was little else he could do but hold him through it.

When the cries eventually turned to sniffles, Tai pulled away to wipe at his face. He looked a mess, eyes bloodshot and blotchy and red. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to lose it on you like that.”

“Think I should be the one saying sorry.” He cast a guilty glance to his scroll, which had fallen onto the bed at some point. “I just thought – I don’t know what I thought. Maybe I wasn’t.”

“Oh, no! Qrow.” Tai pat his knee reassuringly. “I can’t even begin to tell you how much it means to me to see them. To know you did all this for me.” He cast his gaze away, sighing. “It’s just, some days I feel like I’m drowning. There’s not a day that goes by I don’t think of my girls. Worry about them. But if I’m too emotional, suddenly I’m ‘too unstable’. So, I’ve been trying so hard to hold it together.”

Qrow’s jaw clenched. Becoming a professional arsonist was sounding better and better every day. “You don’t have to, not with me.”

“Heh. Even if I cry every day?”

“Cry every hour, if you need to.” He made an aborted gesture towards Tai’s hand. Touched his forearm instead. “Whatever you need, I’m here for you. Alright?”

Tai had no such inhibitions, his other hand laying down over Qrow’s, squeezing gently. “Thank you. I know I haven’t said it nearly enough, but I really do appreciate everything you’ve done. I don’t know how I would have gotten through these past few weeks without you.”

“You would have.” He said, doubtless. Tai was strong inside and out. He’d always admired that about him. “But, I’m glad I can help.”

Anything was worth bringing that smile to his face.

As if on cue, one stretched across Tai’s lips as he said, “I’ll pay you back one day, promise.”

One day, maybe Qrow would tell him he already had.

[mrslukealvez]

Hello. I’ve recently gotten into @m0rcia ‘s Spencer hotchner au and wanted to write something for it. I hope this is ok with her. If it’s not I’ll take it down! This is the first fic I’ve ever written so please be nice. It’s below the read more and is 942 words. I’m in the process of setting up an ao3 account so it will be up there in a couple days. It’s not beta read tho sorry (not really sure where to find a beta)

@m0rcia I hope you like it!

“C’mon buddy it’s nap time” Hotch said gently, careful not to anger the already cranky Spencer. Exactly why he needs his nap, Hotch thought, emitting a soft chuckle at his own joke to which earned a small pout from below.

“I’m not tiwed Daddy” Spencer stomped his little foot, his wide eyes beginning to get wet.

It had not been the best day in the hotchner household. Hotch had the day off from work and he had planned to spend some quality time with his son. The past year had been hard. Hotch had been forced to put Spencer’s mother, Diana, in a home much to Spencer’s dismay.

“Why can’t I sleep at mommy’s house anymowe?”

“It’s not allowed where she lives”

“Why?”

“I don’t know baby”

Hotch needed to make it up to his son. So he traded in his nice car to afford taking more days off to spend with his son. The work he did as a prosecutor was important, but Spencer was way more.

The day had started off fine enough. Spencer woke up early and crawled into his room for “mowning snuggles” as he called it. (Not that Hotch was complaining) Finally, after much convincing he was able to get Spencer up around ten and changed him before going downstairs to make some breakfast for both of them.

It was a beautiful spring day. The sky was bright blue and the flowers were in full bloom. It was the perfect day for a playground trip. Unfortunately, Spencer didn’t think the same thing. Now Hotch was no newbie to Spencer’s aversion of going to the playground, he was his father after all. But with being Spencer’s father he also knew that even though Spencer hated the idea of the playground (too many germs!! He said-that’s the last time Hotch let’s him watch a health documentary), the second he was let free in the park, he was the happiest little boy in the world. Spencer had a “overactive imagination” as the daycare workers called it, but Hotch thought that was just fine. He loved to watch Spencer make up scenarios and play “pirate” or “superhero”, or even sometimes, “princess” .The other parents that came had a fit with a little boy wanting to play such a girly game. Must be because the dad is so young, inexperienced. But Hotch just brushed them aside. If it made his baby happy to be a princess, then he would get to be a princess.

But today, out of all days, Spencer was not having fun at the playground. He refused to leave his dad at the bench where he normally sat. Eventually Hotch gave up trying to get him to go play.

“Spencie, are you sure you don’t want me to push you on the swings?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to go on the jungle gym, I see some other kids your age”

“No.”

Once they got home was not any better. Spencer refused to do anything but sit on the ground and stare at the wall. Hotch tried to pry him off the ground with promises of sweets but nothing was working. Hotch wasn’t able to change Spence’s diaper even though he KNEW Spencer was uncomfortable as he kept tugging at his bum. He wouldn’t even come snuggle with him.

He needed to know what was causing this.

Hotch knelt down to Spencer’s level and forcefully picked him up. He didn’t like to touch him without his permission but at this point he needed to know what was wrong with his baby.

“Daddy stop nooo!” Spencer whined, his arms flailing to try to get down.

Hotch just ignored him, walking up the stairs to Spencer’s bedroom. He put him on the changing table and started to change him, making sure to powder the rash that had formed while Spencie was sniffling. He put him in his favorite pjs (with the little ducks of course) before tucking him in bed and sitting down next to him.

“Spencer what’s wrong?” Hotch said with a stern face.

“Nothing. Lemme go” Spence tried to push out of the covers but Hotch held them still.

“Spencer I really need to know what’s wrong.”

“I- I can’t tell you” Spence let out a small sniffle and Hotch took a tissue to wipe his eyes and nose.

Hotch’s stern face softened “why can’t you tell me buddy?”

“Because I’m not *sniffle* allowed to”

“Why baby?” Hotch was getting increasingly concerned.

“Because I don’t. I don’t...ugh he used the word...ugh desewve you” Spencer said, trying to remember the word he had used.

“Spencer who said you don’t deserve me”

“Alex”

“Alex? Your friend from the playground”

“Uh-huh” Spencet nodded his head

“What else did he say?”

“He said that I was stupid” Spencer said quietly. “That I was weiwd, and that the only weason you take cawe of me is ‘cause you have to”

“Oh buddy” Hotch took Spencer into arms and hugged him tight, rubbing his little back to calm him down. “That’s not true in the slightest.”

“It isn’t?”

“Hotch laughed, before he was met with Spencer’s confused pout, “Spencie I love you so much and you’re so far from stupid believe me. You’re the smartest little boy I’ve ever met”

“Then why don’t people like me?” Spencer spoke in the smallest voice.

“Hotch stared at the wall for a moment, “I don’t know Baby, but your perfect. And anyone who says otherwise, well they’re lying.

“Weally?”

“Yes.” Hotch laughed

“Snuggle time?”

“Yeah, snuggle time” with that Hotch bundled Spence up and took off to his room.

[hannahshattuck]

A Big Man and His Little Man

Pairing: Dad!Sebastian x Son x Mom!Reader

A/N: What do you get when you put two people who love Seb and Seb with kids?? You get this idea. Thanks to @this-kitten-is-smitten for bouncing ideas with me!!

Warnings: So much fluff it’s like a cloud.

The moment Sebastian found out you were pregnant, he wanted to tell everyone he knew. You had to convince him to wait until after your first trimester and he eventually agreed. The first person he told was his mom for obvious reasons along with your parents. After many tears from both mothers, and Romanian words of love and good health from his mother, you told him he could tell his friends. He started with his friends he still kept in touch with from growing up, next was Don and all his “workout bros” and last was everyone from Marvel, which turned into a big video conference and Anthony Mackie cracking one too many jokes every five minutes. After a nine month emotional rollercoaster, you gave birth to a baby boy. You’ve seen Sebastian happy and overjoyed but the moment he held his son for the first time was different than anything you’ve seen. He had the biggest smile on his face as he kept whispering little phrases and making baby noises. One night while still in the hospital, you woke up to him trying to teach the baby Romanian. After a few more days just to make sure everything was good with mom and baby, the new family of three made their way home.

Sebastian made sure he wasn’t booked for anything for the first three months of his son’s life. He said he wanted to quit acting all together so he wouldn’t miss anything but you convinced him otherwise. “You need to keep making movies and such so then we can show him how far you’ve come since The Covenant.” At the mention of that movie, Sebastian glared at you which was more cute than anything because he was holding a sleeping baby, similar to the photo shoot he did where he tried to hide the puppy in his jacket. At around the three month mark, you got a text from your best friend saying she was in town and if she could visit. You knew Sebastian was getting ready to leave for LA to film in two weeks so you said you could take the baby with you, know your best friend would love to meet him, while he got a good chunk of stuff packed. He shook his head no saying, “You’re about to be on your own for the next four months so I want you to enjoy this time with her.” Your heart swelled at how caring your man was. You texted your friend letting her know you were getting ready and where you two should meet. As you were walking out the door, you gave Sebastian a kiss on the cheek and the baby a kiss in the top of his head. “Remember, bottles are in the cupboard above the silverware drawer, formula is on the counter by the fridge, diapers, wipes, rash cream and all that are in the nursery on the changing table. If you need me to come home I will and don’t hesitate to call if you need anything.” “Yeah yeah. I got this. Now go before I change my mind.” You chuckled and gave him one last kiss.

Two hours after you left, the baby started to get fussy. “What’s wrong, dragul meu? You hungry? How ‘bout this, we go change your diaper and get a bottle and start from there.” Sebastian took the baby upstairs to his nursery and changed his diaper. He was still fussy after that so the next logical step was bottle. Before leaving the room though, Sebastian grabbed a pacifier thinking ahead but really just not wanting to walk up the stairs again. He wandered into the kitchen, his son cuddled close to his chest and started making the bottle. It wasn’t hard making it one handed because, “Your daddy lived in a village in Wakanda after mean Tony blew his shiny metal arm off and was lifting hay bales one handed all day.” Getting settled on the couch, Sebastian gently coaxed the bottle through tiny lips. He started sucking on it immediately making Sebastian smile, “Gold star to daddy!”

The baby slept after the bottle and Sebastian was able to get some emails answered until the baby started fussing again. Sebastian patted his son’s bottom, “Oop, we gots a squishy booty. We don’t want a squishy booty. Let’s go change the squishy booty.” He stopped halfway up the stairs, “Did I really just say ‘squishy booty’ three times in the same sentence?” He chuckled to himself and continued the journey to the nursery. After a quick change and tummy tickles both boys were back downstairs. Sebastian laid him down on his playmate for some tummy time but he started crying. “What’s wrong little man? I know you don’t like tummy time but we have to so you get stronger.” The baby started to cry harder and Sebastian picked him up and cuddled him close. He kept crying and Sebastian was starting to panic a bit. He started trying everything he could. The pacifier, another bottle, toys, another diaper change, looking out the window, putting on music and even singing. Nothing was helping and now the baby was wailing. Tears running down his little cheeks that made Sebastians heart ache. He didn’t want to call you because you deserved to have this time to yourself. He carefully pulled his phone out of his pocket while holding the baby. He looked through his contacts before he clicks on one and puts it on speaker and sets it on the kitchen counter.

“Hello?” The person answered. “Hey mom.” “What’s wrong? Why do I hear my sweet grandson crying?” Sebastian sighed bouncing the baby trying to get him calm. “I don’t know. He started fussing earlier so I gave him a bottle and he took a nap. Then he started fussing again so I check his diaper which I changed, and said ‘squishy booty’ too many times,” his mom chuckled, “and then tried to have him do tummy time where he started to cry and even though he doesn’t like it I know he needs to to get his neck strong but then he started crying harder so I picked him up and tried everything. I even sang to him which I don’t think helped and I just don’t know what to do.” Sebastian could feel a lump in his throat but swallowed it down. He was patting his son’s back trying to calm him down. “Awe honey. I’m sorry. Don’t think you aren’t doing a good job because you are. It’s all new to you and that’s okay. Just keep doing what you’re doing and he might calm down eventually.” Sebastian nodded his head even though his mom couldn’t see him. “Okay, thank you. You don’t think I’m a bad father because I can’t calm him down do you?” “Absolutely not darling. Absolutely not.” He felt a little bit better and said his goodbye. The baby was still crying so Sebastian started walking around the living room, gently bouncing him and shushing him.

You said bye to you best friend as she dropped you off in front of your apartment building. You made your way to your apartment grabbing your keys out of your purse. When you got to the door, you heard crying on the other side. You quickly unlocked the door and the sight you saw once you got it opened broke your heart. Sebastian was walking around the living room, bouncing the baby who was laying in his shoulder wailing. Sebastian turned to you once he heard the door opened and looked at you. You could see the tears starting to form in his eyes and closed the door and went over to him. You grabbed the baby from him and grabbed his hand and sat on the couch with both of them. The baby started to calm down at the smell of his mama and that made Sebastian feel inadequate. There would always be a strong connection between mom and baby that he could never beat. You saw his mood shift and grabbed his hand, intertwinning your fingers with his. “I’m a horrible father. I can’t even calm down my own son.” He looked down at your intertwined hands. “No you’re not. You are not a horrible father. We knew none of this was going to be easy. He’s only three months old and this world is new to him. We are all learning.” You sat there with him before you shifted the baby to his daddy’s arms. Sebastian held him close and his little nose turn toward his father. A huge smile broke out on his face. “See. He loves his daddy.” You placed on kiss on your son’s head and one on Sebastian’s cheek. “I’ve got my little man and big man here with me.”

[babysizedfics]

I was watching tv and saw a diaper ad so I was wondering if like when the fam is watching tv and they see an ad like that what happens?

oo good qeustion, im taking it to mean like an ad for diapers for babies

patton

I've said before that whenever patton hears lullaby music or sees baby items he's pushed into his caregiver headspace! if he wasn't already in it he would see the diaper on the screen and softly smile a little to himself, and if virgil is in the room he will touch him in some way - squeezing his hand or stroking his hair or pulling him into his lap (which usually makes vee regress instantly if he wasnt already)

if vee is already regressed then it reminds patton to actually do a pinch check of his diaper to see if its wet and he needs to be changed

logan

he probably has the mildest reaction, he barely notices adverts anyway and liks to either read or check the weather/news while ads are running. but if he does hear the commercial or see the diaper and adult virgil is in the room then occassionally he will look up (or down if vee is in logans lap) to vee to check that he is okay as we will see in a bit that adult vee usually gets quite embarrassed

roman

roman actually feels the most uncomfortable! not because he isnt okay with vee wearing diapers, but the ads always talk about technical stuff like absorbency and diaper rash and he feels like he shouldnt know that kind of stuff because he knows vee doesnt like talking about the diapers with him. so roman is kind of awkward and WAY too obvious when he pulls his phone out to text during the diaper ads

side note if theyre ever watching a show or movie when the characters make a joke about someone wetting themself or about adult diapers roman gets super pissed off. like angry, he actually huffs in frustration and sometimes if the joke is drawn out he'll start ranting about how unfair and insensitive it is that people want to make fun of something like that. this is because after that time he accidentally made fun of vee for having an accident, he's become much more aware of how often that sort of thing is made fun of irl and it annoys him to no end because he knows how insecure it makes his brother for something he cant control

adult virgil

when he is grown up virgil gets pretty embarrassed. he can't help it, as soon as he sees a diaper on the tv he feels his cheeks heat up and he sinks into himself a little. if he is sitting next to someone he will lean into them a little for some physical comfort and if he is in their lap he will turn his head away from the screen and bury it on their shoulder. they would all stroke his hair or wrap their arms around him or kiss his head to comfort him.

though in the past more toward the beginning of him wearing diapers, vee actually got so embarrassed and flustered that he teared up a couple of times and actualyl got up and left the room quickly. these times logan would go after him and have a gentle talk to him and why it upsets him so much. it wasnt that vee doesnt like wearing diapers but at the beginning he couldnt help but feel vulnerable that everyone suddenly knew that he had accidents all the time after trying so hard to keep it a secret for years

baby vee

it can go one of two ways with baby vee. sometimes he actually gets upset seeing biological babies on tv if he is baby because it confuses him why he doesnt look like that :(

BUT the other times he gets really curious and/or excited! he will tilt his head and hum at the screen and then point at the diaper and look back to one of his caregivers. "that's right baby, it's a diaper! just like your ones!" and baby vee looks back at the screen with a smile and starts bouncing on his butt - making his own diaper crinkle under him - and chants "bipa bipa bipa!" (how he pronounces diaper) or later in the timeline after janus becomes nana and starts calling them nappies then vee calls it a 'mabee!'