#dwop

[ask-raindrops-au]

OOC: Why the name "Raindrops" ? I like rain and the many meanings it can convey, so I'd love to hear the meaning behind such naming.

OOC: aight, here we go

The ask blog came about/was inspired by both Nightstars and @askpenpals (highly recommend both). I chose the name raindrops as sort of an allusion to Dicey+Jugg’s first story.

Those versions of them no longer exist (being discontinued) as at some point the story stopped sparking joy for me. But I wanted to use these characters in something. So I went “After the storm? What if it was raindrops?” And I gave Sly C Dicey a middle name. I took the concept of them already being childhood friends and I gave them a childhood in a world where that hospital doesn’t exist, or at least doesn’t touch them.

A different character for that au was also recycled into something divorced completely from sparklecare as a story. I’m not currently completely able to make NeonFurryComic a reality but. I’ve got sort of an outline and part of a script.

[glimwood-strangle]

Somebody asked me if I was vegetarian and I almost started cackling

I exclusively eat meat bro...my teeth cannot process vegetables correctly because they are ALL sharp I cannot grind food up with my molars because they're made for stabbing and ripping and biting

[daisey14]

did u know that if you spend money your kids will love you maybe

[static-scribblez]

she will wood on my tapeworm till i DADADADADA DAAAAAAAAAA WOOOOOAHHHHH DA SKIDIBOPA DOO DA DEEDAP A DEE DAP DAAAAAA WOOOAAHHH DA DA DODODODO LALALADADADADADADA AAAAAAA ADADADADADADAD N DAD N DAB N DA DOOD DWOP DO DA DO DAY OOOOOHHHHAAAAAAAAA

[crazyunsexycool]

Bucky getting Handsy with Sugar - Sugar you're so pretty 😏

Lottie who came back from school out of nowhere - Yes daddy mama is so pretty 😍

The amount of times Lottie has Cockblocked Bucky and Sugar is unimaginable 😂😭

😂😂😂😂 She’s the reason she doesn’t have a baby sissy…

Getting Blocked…

Warnings: implied smut. mentioned edging/orgasm denial

Bucky had been on a mission for three weeks and to say he missed you was an understatement. Of course he missed his family but he was dying to see you, feel you and just have his way with you as many times as possible.

Bucky rushes out of the meeting room after the debrief and heads home. He hears you moving around in the kitchen and he quickly makes his way to you. You don’t even get a chance to say hello before he’s pulling you in and his lips crash into yours. Bucky only pulls away to leave a trail of kissing down your neck after leaving you breathless.

“I missed you too.” You mumble as you tilt your head to the side so that he can have better access.

“I missed you so much, sugar.” He mutters against your skin. His hands roam your figure and relishing how your curves fit perfectly against him. “I need you right now.”

You giggle as the scruff of his beard tickle your sensitive skin.

“You are so beautiful.”

“She’s the pwettiest mama ever.” Lottie says innocently as she moves around the kitchen island. Her eyes light up at seeing her dad after three weeks and her smile is radiant.

But as happy as Bucky is to see her he’s also frustrated. You can’t help but laugh at conflicting look on his face so you help him out by stepping around him and picking Lottie up. It gives him a minute or two to cool down.

“Hi doll, I missed you soooooo much.” He says once he has the situation under control.

"I missed you daddy." Lottie says while peppering kisses all over his face.

"Now, what are you doing home in the middle of the week, shouldn't you be at school?"

"They let the kids out early today." You say while biting back a smile.

"Of course they did." Bucky grumbles.

"Why don't you go shower and change and we can hang out later."

"Yeah, I'll do that." Bucky nods as he sets Lottie on her feet. He grumbles all the way up the stairs.

****

Bucky had just taken off his shirt in the bathroom when the door opened and closed quickly. You gave him a sly smile as your wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss.

“So what was this whole ‘I need you right now’ thing you were saying?” You mumble against his lips.

“Don’t tease me, Sugar.”

You smirk as your hands travel over Bucky’s chest and down his abs to his pants. His breath hitches as you undo the button and zipper. He can’t contain himself as he starts to get hard under your touch. But just as you’re about to get on your knees for him there’s a small knock on the bathroom door.

“Mama?” Lottie calls out. There’s a strain in her voice that lets you know something is wrong. “I dwopped my juice.”

Bucky throws his head back and groans as you pull away from him.

“I’ll be right out sweet Angel.”

“Mama, my dwess is Sticky. I don’t wike it.”

“Go to your bathroom and I’ll be right there.” You say and wait for the little ‘Kay’ she gives.

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” You give him a quick kiss before leaving him alone in the bathroom.

****

Bucky had never been more excited for bedtime than at this moment. Once the kids were in bed he’d have you all to himself. He was more than happy to read an extra story if it meant the kids would be completely asleep and he could have uninterrupted time with you.

You’re already in bed waiting for Bucky when he walks in and locks the door. His eyes darken as he takes in your figure on the bed. Bucky doesn’t waste his time walking over to you.

“Where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?” You murmur as Bucky settles over you.

His lips are on yours in a flash. You both pour all your love into the kiss. Bucky’s hands travel up and down your body before his lips do the same. You sigh happily at finally having him close again after 3 weeks. Unfortunately for both of you there’s another knock at the door.

Bucky almost growls as he rests his forehead against your midsection. He’s so close to what he needs the most but he can’t have it, he can’t have you right now.

“Friday, unlock the door.” Bucky grumbles as he moves to his side of the bed.

Lottie’s sleepy form stands in the doorway, pink teddy bear in hand.

“What’s wrong doll?” Bucky asks as Lottie makes her way over to his side.

“Can habe seepover? I missed you daddy.”

Man’s Bucky’s heart melts at the sleepy confession. And who is he to deny his doll anything? Bucky looks over to you to find that you were trying not to laugh as he pulled Lottie up and sat her down between you too.

“Can I sleep here too?” Henry’s question made you yelp since you hadn’t seen him come in. He giggles sleepily as he starts climbing over you without waiting for an answer.

So Bucky’s first night back is spent with the three of you cuddled up in bed. He can’t be completely disappointed though, just a little frustrated.

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The next day Bucky woke up to an empty bed. He knew you would have taken the kids to school to let him sleep in more. So he went about his morning as usual. Bucky had some coffee, did some exercise and worked on a few reports in his office. At around 11 am he gets a text from you to come home so he finishes up and heads back.

"Sugar? Is everything alright?" Bucky calls out as he walks in.

"Everything's good."

Bucky walks further into your shared home only to stop in his tracks when he finds you at the bottom of the stairs waiting for him. You were wearing nothing but a robe, hair and make up done. His eyes went straight to your red painted lips.

"Are you going somewhere?"

"Nope. We are staying right here. Steve asked if he could pick up the kids from school and have a sleepover and who was I to deny that request?" You smirk. "Isn't that so nice of him?"

Bucky nods dumbly in response. His body already reacting to the implication that you'll have the rest of the day to yourselves. He's been dying to get his hands on you and showed you just how much he's missed you. But of course it couldn't be that easy. He takes one step towards you and feels like he's being held back, specifically by his left are. Bucky looks at the offending appendage in confusion before he looks back at you.

"Easy there tiger. I spent all morning getting ready for you and you're planning to throw me over your shoulder like a cave man?"

You were the one holding him back. Bucky's eyes darken as he stares you down. His jaw goes slack as you take off the robe and show off the lingerie you were wearing just for him. You looked divine but Bucky wanted to wipe off that little smug smirk you had.

"Sugar, if you don't let me go right now, I won't let you come."

Just like that you let him go. Bucky didn't waste any more time, he marched towards you and did exactly what you said and threw you over his shoulder. You couldn't help but laugh as he practically ran up the stairs and threw you on the bed.

Bucky sighed in relief as he took off his shirt and looked down at you. "Finally, just you and me."

You sit up and help Bucky get rid of his pants. As he begins to kiss you the doorbell rings and he groans.

"You have got to be kidding me. I'm going to murder whoever is on the other side of the door." Bucky says as he starts to get up.

He only stops when you start laughing. Bucky's eyes narrow in suspicion the longer and harder you laugh.

"Was that you?" He asks.

"I'm sorry. I had to do it. You should've seen your face." You start laughing again.

"Oh Sugar, you really shouldn't have done that." The tone in his voice has you stop. He wraps his fingers around your ankle and pulls you towards him. "Now you're really gonna get it."

"I hope so."

Bucky smirks. He takes his time with you. Maybe he even brings you right to the edge of bliss but stops before you're able to orgasm. You pout and tell him it's not fair. But he doesn't budge. Bucky keeps his promise and doesn't let you come, only a few times though.

After he's made his point he shows you just how much he missed you those three weeks. And most importantly, there are no little cockblockers around to stop him.

[crissiebaby]

Bab Rats: Chapter 5

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

Commissioned By: Strawberry

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“Hi dewe, Sam…chus feewin’ any bettew?' ' said Hanna with her partially perma-regressed vocal cords, receiving no response as Sam shied away from her. Undeterred, she shifted her approach, “Hey, I has an idea. How bout chu take chus mind off evewyfing and twy one of da new diapees dat da hazmats dwopped off dis mownin’? Ish a diapee dat can onwy be removed by da pewson who puts it on. See?” She tugged at the hem of her diaper with all her might to no avail before giving the simple lock print on its front a hardy slap. Sadly, her attempt at levity earned no reaction from Sam. Lowering her head, she took a step back from Sam’s crib. “Sowwy. I-I’ww jus weave chu awone until chus weady.”

“My life is ruined,” muttered Sam, his words lingering in the back of his throat and choking him up, “I thought I knew what I was signing up for. Now…I might be stuck as a girl forever.” He lowered his head between his knees, sulking.

Walking around to the side of the crib Sam was leaning against, Hanna reached through the bars and gently placed a hand on his head. “I sowwy,” she said, reaching through the crib bars and gently patting Sam’s shoulder sympathetically. Thankfully, he seemed receptive to her touch, allowing them to ease their tension slightly. Taking advantage of the opportunity, she decided to inject some fun into the situation, “Ya know, doh, bein’ a girl isn hawf bad. Take it fwom me: a fuww-time girl since da day I was bown. Suwe, da pewiods suck buh we gets wots of fwee dwinks.”

“Being as we’re stuck here, I’m not sure I’ll be able to cash in on those drinks. Good to have in the back pocket, though,” said Sam, unable to suppress his reaction to the mild humor being lobbed his way. He sighed hard, ridding himself of as much negative energy as he could, “Sorry, I’m sure you were hoping for a more playful playmate. It’s just…I always dreamed about being locked away in a nursery for as long as I can remember. I want to enjoy this…I just can’t get out of my own head. And now, I have to deal with this!” Using both hands, he grabbed onto his ridiculous double-Ds.

Had it not been for the lactation drug Hanna was testing, she was fairly certain Sam would have bigger assets than her. It was always the lucky ones who were never grateful. “Iswa says dey wowkin’ on da antidote so dis pwobabwy isn fowever. Why not enjoy it a widdwe?” she said, hoping to raise Sam’s spirits by showing him all the benefits of being a girl, “Wike finks about it. How many peepo wud do anyfing to swap gendews even fo one day? Fo aww dose poor twans girls out dewe, live a wittwe.”

Once again, Sam found himself in stitches over Hanna’s abrasive yet sincere comments. It was clear that she cared about his well-being, at least to some extent. “Oh…I-I’m not so certain that's a good idea,” he said, squeezing his thighs together to subdue the faint stirring in his unfamiliar loins. It was strange but for some reason, although Hanna and he had only met a few days ago, he felt like he’d known her all his life. Blushing as he caught himself staring at her in silence, his eyes darted away from his attractive roommate.

Yanking her hand away from Sam’s shoulder, Hanna too was in the midst of a flustered response as she quickly realized the reason for Sam’s abrupt head turn. As a bisexual woman who leaned toward liking women, she hated to admit Sam was exactly her type. Well, she didn’t exactly hate it per se but she did feel guilty about it. If he was even slightly into it, she would ravish him without a second thought; an intrusive concept that only intensified whenever she looked his way.

Trapped in a state of growing arousal, both Hanna and Sam were sweating multiple days of pent-up sexual frustration. Especially Sam, who hadn’t masturbated a single time since arriving at CrissBaby HQ. The same couldn’t be said for Hanna, though her steady use of the various vibrators made in-house at CrissBaby for testing purposes had certainly upped her sex drive.

Biting his lip, Sam knew if anything kinky was going to happen, he as the emotionally vulnerable one was going to have to initiate it. Mercifully, he had the perfect icebreaker stationed right between his legs. “O-Okay, we can try some stuff,” he said, shying away physically in spite of his bold words, “How about we start with my first diaper change as a girl? I think mine should definitely be put out to pasture.” He gave his overly ripe diaper a soft poke, demonstrating how absurdly used it was after more than three days without a change.

Lowering the crib bars, Hanna’s heart was threatening to leap out through her throat. How she was going to manage to conceal her lust while changing Sam’s diaper was beyond her. She didn’t even want to change him. She wanted to mash her face into the base of his ultra-squishy diaper until he came for her over and over again. “Hmmm…I not so sure chu neesa changie yet afta aww. Seems wike dere’s stiww pwenty mowe room in hewe,” she said, lightly dragging her hand along the muck balloon around Sam’s hips while passing off her desire to knead his diaper like a ball of dough as nothing more than playfulness.

*GASP!*

Having avoided touching himself at all costs for three days, one touch was all it took to amplify his need for relief. A shaky breath exited his plush lips as waves of sensitivity, unlike anything he’d ever experienced as a guy spread across his entire body. Now, he was the one wondering how on Earth he would survive a diaper change in this condition. 

The strained silence from earlier reared its ugly head again as Hanna and Sam waded through extremely awkward waters. It couldn’t have been more painfully obvious what was on each of their minds. All they needed was for one of them to say something. Luckily, Hanna’s filter was nowhere near good enough to stay quiet, “Fuggit. Be honest, chu jus wanna do howny diapie stuffs wif me?”

“Yes,” said Sam without a hint of hesitation. Even he was a tad shocked by how rapidly the simple affirmation fell from his mouth. That shock served only to elevate his carnal needs as he opened his legs wide in preparation for the profusion of pleasure coming his way.

Unsurprisingly, Hanna wasted no time jumping into Sam’s crib and kneeling over him now that she had the green light to get freaky. Two wet spots began to form on her shirt thanks to her hyperactive titty lactation, triggered by an uptick in arousal over Sam’s approval. She paid it no mind, her passion too powerful to slow down over some slight humiliation. “way back and twy not to scweam too woud if chu can hewp it. I’ww take cawe of evwyfing,” she said, returning her hand to the center of Sam’s comically full pamper. Only this time, her touch was anything but light. Her fingers sunk into nearly a foot of the swollen wadding and its semi-soft, messy core. “Wowza! No way I cooda kept my hans off dis fo thwee days. I nuh seen one dis messy befo. Chu mus be one pwoud baby,” she cooed, adding some verbal teasing into the mix while her sensual hand motions cut through Sam’s defenses like a knife. 

Sam responded in kind as his face transitioned through various hues of red until his complexion was cherry-colored. However, Hanna’s words, while embarrassingly seductive, were nothing in comparison to the shockwaves impacting his nether region. His body felt weak as he leaned against his crib bars, allowing his new, female hormones to take over his senses. Everything from the way his hair brushed against the back of his neck to the softness of the blanket beneath his thighs turned every part of his figure into an erogenous zone. “I-Is that what…s-sex feels like for you?” he muttered, stricken by the stark difference between men and women when it came to the Big Bang. For men, all stimulation was housed within the pelvic area leading up to a large explosion at the end. The arousal women experience, on the other hand, is far subtler, spreading throughout the entire body the vagina acting as an epicenter.

It was hard for Sam to necessarily say which was superior, especially since he had yet to lose his virginity as a guy. That being said, he was certainly finding a lot of appeal in the female side of things if his libidinous moans were anything to go off. Even the pitch of his feminized voice was turning him on, sounding akin to something one might hear in a porno.

“I gonsa make chus addicted ta bein’ a girl,” said Hanna, intensifying her hand motions as she whispered the horniest things in Sam’s ear; her breath sending pleasure signals from his brain to his slit. With her free hand, she grabbed onto his left breast and began rubbing it softly, ensuring her delicate touch never got too harsh enough to cause pain, “Chu boobas awe gonna be so sensitive cuz imma pway wif dem aww da time. Fink of aww da dwess up games an tea pawties we can have. I wonder how long it wiww be befo chu beg me ta fiww da widdwe pocket between chus legs. You wanna have somefing inside chu, doncha?”

Done in by Hanna’s bedroom skills, Sam couldn’t argue with what Hanna was saying even if he wanted to. It was as if his feminine side had a magnetic field around it, pulling him in and refusing to let go. Maybe it was the sex talking but the more Hanna talked, the more alluring the idea of exploring the opposite end of the gender spectrum became. He’d already given up being an adult and accepted the fact that he wanted to live the rest of his life as a horny baby. It wasn’t a stretch to believe he would throw away his birth gender for the same reason. “Y-Yes! I-I want it all! I want to be your girl! Oh fuck!” she shouted, mounting her first female orgasm.

Hearing Sam say those fateful words was all that Hanna needed to push her over the edge. She scooted her padded butt forward and mashed her wet diaper into Sam’s messy one, joining her in ecstasy. “Come here,” she said, wrapping the hand around Sam’s neck that had previously been massaging her mooshy diaper, she pulled him into her lactating chest, “M-My boobs are so sore. Please s-suckle them.”

Hanna’s pleas were immediately answered as Sam pried open her play partner’s top and planted her lips on her right nipple. Her cheeks puffed up with fresh cream, unable to keep up with Hanna’s flow now that he had engaged her milk sacs. “Ish sho yummy,” she said between swallows. Even her subsequent orgasm wasn’t enough to unlatch her from Hanna’s tit. The flavor was just too good.

Lost in the deepest depths of passion, Hanna and Sam had entered CrissBaby HQ riddled with uncertainty. No longer was that the case. Every horny thing they’d read online or dreamed up in their heads was now at their fingertips. Letting go of the last of their reluctance, they embraced what it truly meant to be a Bab Rat as they climaxed together over and over again.

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“Okay, I’ll admit when I’m wrong. This first batch of testers, while untrained, have given us more data to work with in a mere three days than anything the official testing team could pull off,” said Mark, sitting behind the glass partition of Hanna and Sam’s nursery as he watched them go to pound town with each other. He may have been skeptical of the Bab Rats Program at first but the numbers didn’t lie, “The only downer news at the present is that we still need to tinker with the aphrodisiac formula. It definitely shouldn’t have taken three whole days for these two to go to bone town together. But that can wait for tomorrow. Take your victory lap. You’ve earned it.”

Smiling proudly thanks to Mark’s praise, Dr. Madrigal was thrilled to have her superior’s approval, especially after he outright dismissed her idea initially. Soon, the rest of the test nurseries that had been assigned to her program pending final approval would be filled with useful idiots like Hanna and Sam who were willing to give up everything to be a market research dummy for an ABDL company. Where she’d go from here was anyone’s guess. Heck, for all she knew, Mark’s job might be hers in the near future. “Thank you, Mark. Coming from you, that means a lot,” she said, playing up her gratitude to ensure her rise to the top was as subtle as possible.

THE END.

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[incorrect-ember-knight]

[Nagyunn and Kamelsia are trying to get his narin back from a dog]

Kamelsia: i got this! the key with dogs is establishing the alpha!

Kamelsia: doggie, dwop it. pwease dwop it. I’ll give you anything you want—

Nagyunn: oh, the dog is the alpha. didn’t expect that

[harringroveera]

Steve: Okay, the keys to fighting Demodogs is establishing the Alpha

Steve: Hey doggie, dwop it. Pwease dwop the dead person. I’ll give you anything you want

Billy: Oh shit, the Demodog is the Alpha. Didn’t expect that

[be-cat-do-crime]

OwO siwwy biwwy, i widderawy just cwasted a spweww on bwodie, why would he be me?

alswo he dwosent use pwunctwuation, which is kwinda stwupid wmao

- the uwu anon

"Wmao" is chawactewistic of wim. Not 100%, but the quiwck wesponse?

Though, "siwwy biwwy" is unchawactewistic...

Well, I've gwot bettew thing to dwo than hunt down evewy anon that comes up. With a wittle bit mowe effowt, I pwobably could get a cwonfirmation, but I'll dwop the case.

[enlarge-me-pls]

Dwop Dwop

[clove-pinks]

I can't stop thinking about people in the Crimean War period talking like the swells in contemporary John Leech cartoons. Just completely obsessed with this notion—

1850s Victorians really out here saying "YAS" and "Good gwacious!" and "I've had the misfortune to dwop my umbrellaw!"

DEUCED GRATIFYING.

[that-one-pretty-bitch]

POV: 2014 Wattpad

DISCLAIMER: This is PURE mockery of 12 yr olds on wattpad do, if it bothers you in any way please click off.

If your my moots PLS read this

Hey guys, I think I start new book UwU btw it Fanfiction :)

(A/n: This is on things that happen to me so please be nice :(( ) 

DISCLAIMER: This is purely fictional (please don’t flag us)

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Update: My mom told cute me to go to bed eawly and I cutely dwopped my cute pencil on the floow at school. I’m sowwy guys, but my cute mental health is cutely getting baddew and my family is toxic. My cwush didn’t look at cute me even though I cutely twipped cutely and cutely fell cutely 30 cute feet away compwetewy out of his wision. I can’t believe senpai didn’t notice cute me :(. ToT I don’t know if I’ll evew be abow to keep up. Honestly I feew wike cutely crying. UwU <3 ToT 

Update: I stwarted listening to Misery by Maroon 5 and I wewate to it so much, it descwibes my cute but tewwible wife in pewfect cute detaiw. Owoi

Timeskip bc im lazy xD <3 uwu

I’m at Chad McDickson’s party. The party is suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuper craycrayaycray. Everyone in school is there and I cutely can’t believe I was cutely invied to the suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuper duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuper amazinh party. I cutely picked out a cute outfit for the party and cutely tied my cute hair into a cute messy braid

 There wa loud busic blasting throught he expesnive loud spekers and everyone looked klike they were having a loy og fun. I cutely walked over to the bar and cutely grabbed a glass of drink and cutely drank from it. O no! I cutely thoguht. There i saw my wortsg enmey Gegina Reorge. She was wdrainh Louis Vitton and was with her fredns Heather Biatchson adn MacKenzie Dafuqer. They wre also wearing Louis Vitton and lokedin my cute direction. I cutely gapsed.  They were out to ruin my cute life anign.  They sudunety starte dto uh sc4ewm at wme. “Oh my gawd what is that ah-gly outfit. Dah-ling, are ya sure ya don’t want my family tah adopt ya?” I cutely cridde ion the unsidje and otusdideº.  I cutely ran utsiode into the highschool bathroom and started cutely crying. I  cutelyturn on my iPod 0.69 and start cutely singing fight song. “Dis is me fight song take back my life song prove im aight songgggggggggggg” I cutely sang while cutely crying. I cutely opwkjnejd my cute MHA manga and cutely got my cute tears all over it. I then cutely closed it and cutely cuddled my cute sexy Bakugo body pillow (uwu).  “OMG what is that cute voice?” I cutely gapsed cutely and cutely stuetterd cutely . It was Chad! His mawnly voice echoed throughout the bathroom. I cutely spueœkcd. He looked at cute me and I cutely looked back at him. It was true love. We kiss and stuff. Chad McDickson’s friends, Phil McCracken and Mike Hawk, appear. “Hey,” they say, “what are you doing with that loser”. Chad punches them in the face. Gegina shows up. “Oh my god are you dating my boyfriend’ she says. “Yes” i sirmk wit my newfounf confiebdence.  One Direction shows up. *music starts playing* “You’re insecure” they say, “not sure what for, you’re turning heads when you walk through the door. Don’t need makeup to cover up. You’re beautiful just the way you are. Everyone else in the room can see it, everyone else but youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu. Baby you light you light up my world like nobody elsseeeee the way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed the way you smile at the ground it aint hard to tell you don’t knowOwO ydk your bootifulful”. ig more stuff happens idk what to do with my life. roll credits. 

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[le--fruitcake]

"Dammit. The tome! The tome of gay sex! I fuckin' dwopped 'im!"

-@le--fruitcake, 05/29/2024

[cherri-babysits]

Wosie has fowced me do dwop da knife!

*huff*

Buh, i now has a lollipop! Which i pwob'ly shwouldnt be eatin' on my yucky week.. Buh i no cawe!

Well- at least she gave you a treat, huh??

[supersolidstatedrive]

The Traitors have developed some fun lingo over the course of the group being together- here's the highlights of the squad's dictionary. - "Falling Down the Stairs" This refers to the usage and deployment of the Orbital Laser stratagem. The phrase gained usage after M3 noted that the stratagem's input ( 🡒🡓🡑🡒🡓) mimicked the feeling of falling down a flight of stairs. - "Wife" A Wife is a Helldiver's preferred support weapon stratagem. A person with many wife-class weapons is Polyarmourous. (Note, a weapon is still a wife regardless of the gender or orientation of the Helldiver in question.) - "Pelican-Done" and "Eagle-None" Derogatory nicknames for Pelican-1 and Eagle-1 respectively. Eagle-None refers to the squad's pilots' tendency to spend payloads on obstacles, or miss entirely. Pelican-Done refers to the short-lived relationship between a Pelican-1 pilot and C2, which ended abruptly after the former refused to extract K1, C2, and M3 after a mission. - "iPad" An Exosuit stratagem, usually referring to the EXO-45 "Patriot". The term gained popularity during S4's early training when the Exosuits were used as a distraction to keep the novice Helldiver out of danger and trouble. - "Squeaker" A derogatory term for terminids- usually a terminid Scavenger. Derived from the screeching noise made when Scavengers call in a bug breach. - "Dwopship" "Bug Bweach" "Bot Dwop" etc. Self explanatory. An uwu-ified version of callouts flagging enemy reinforcements. Used unironically.

[wish-incorrect-quotes]

Dahlia: Valentino! Let go! Let go of it!

Gabo: What's going on down here?

Safi: *sneezes* Sorry, stupid allergies.

Dahlia: He got into Bazeema's weaving. He was supposed to stay upstairs, Asha's instructions were very clear about that! Why won't you respect the instructions!?

Bazeema: Can someone help before he turns all the turtlenecks into regular necks?

Safi: On it. Okay, the key with animals is establishing the alpha.

Safi: Valentino, dwop it. Pwease dwop it. I'll give you anything you want.

Dahlia: Oh, Valentino is the alpha. Didn't expect that.

Safi: Pwease, pwease, please?

Valentino: *drops the sweater*

Hal: It worked!