#peepee poopoo feeling

[crybaby-bkg]

I know isolating yourself can be very unhealthy but wow does it call my name more often than not

[ellieanimations113]

Me when….me when

Me rn bc, me bc when I

me

when i see

Me rn BECAUSE-

[oh-gh0st]

there is also a skit i forgot to mention in that one ask of episodes and skits. drip feeding u guys ghostoro TONIGHT

choromatsu has been favoring his merch over his partner for the past few weeks. so oso goes “well why dont you just take it away from him?” and ghost is like “i cant do that. he’ll get mad.” but hes like “well do you want him to be stuck on that idol forever??? be a side hoe when you could be the main????” “…good point.”

so osomatsu and ghost agree to grab every piece of nyaa chan merch he has and hold it “hostage” (in a pile in an open field and they’re about to set it on fire) and they keep choro away for as long as possible until he realizes. he checks their apartment, no body pillow… no merch at his house… WHAT HAPPENED TO IT?!

then him and ghost argue right before they light on fire. “i want you to pay attention to ME, your actual partner, than some stupid idol who you have a parasocial relationship with!” “but shes been with me since day ONE!! she means SO much to me!!” glare. “N-NOT THAT YOU DONT MEAN AS MUCH!!”

they talk it out and it gets sentimental. ghost just wants their boyfriend, and choro wants to have his little niche interest. the stuff doesnt get burned, but it is held hostage at many other points in time until choro somewhat loses interest. but he never does because ghost gives into buying him merch Way too easily

[korrasamibottles]

i really like your writing advice, especially around repression and emotions!💗 do you have any tips for writing sexy stuff?🫠

YAY I'm glad you liked it😊 I'm putting the whole thing under a cut this time because uhhh because I feel like it.

Firstly, writing smut is really really difficult (for me, at least), and what's considered "good" is so sooo subjective--the exact same sentence could be hot to one person and completely cringe to another. There's really no way to make everyone happy, and there's "right" or "wrong" way to write, so just have fun and do what feels right to you!

Second, I think what I said here about emotions and repression also applies to writing about sex--to me, describing what a particular sensation feels like or how someone's body reacts to something makes the story feel more immersive.

Here are some other things I've found helpful:

1. Trying to avoid overly-clinical terms for body parts. I don't want people to feel like they're reading somebody's gynecological health chart instead of smut (that might kill me. actually.) so I don't go for words like "vagina" or god forbid "mons pubis." Personally it's really easy for me to think of words I don't like, and a lot harder to find words I do like, so at this point I just try to get away with not actually giving the genitalia a name at all--I just describe them. Not sure how effective this is, or if people like it, but I'm doing it anyway🤷‍♀️

2. Remembering that it's about the entire body, not just what's going on between the legs. Skin gets extra sensitive, people get flushed, they sweat, their heartbeats accelerate. Adding little details like that make sex scenes both more realistic AND hotter, at least in my opinion. Like I said, everything is subjective, and opinions vary wildly!

3. Keeping track of where the limbs are at all times!! It's really easy to get carried away and accidentally give characters extra hands or make them bend in ways that aren't possible for the majority of humans. I usually pick through sex scenes with a fine-tooth comb several times to catch any stray legs and fingers, and have been known to pace around making various obscene hand gestures until I'm confident that the logistics make sense. Don't worry about it👀

4. Remembering that unless they're total strangers just hooking up for fun, there's going to be some sort of emotion involved. Maybe the characters love each other, maybe they hate each other, maybe they hate themselves, maybe one of them has unrequited feelings and it's tearing them up inside. I think that describing the emotional aspect of sex goes a long way in making things feel realistic without subtracting from the Hotness Factor.

I hope this helps!! And remember that I don't really know anything about anything, I am but a mite living on a grain of sand floating through the big dark universe, so you don't have to listen to me. Also you're the only one who gets to decide if your writing is good💖

[number-one-hog-hater]

Gsjakssj

[brigittebardon-t]

when you make a niche chronically online reference and no one gets it. this is how i feel.

[boycannibal]

real pee pee poo poo hours .

[capricornsister]

Life is soo beautiful and totally worth living when the only joy you can experience is by starving yourself 😍

[babywriter]

"Aww. She's so cute like that. I never get tired of staring at that butt. Yep, baby, those diapers are alllll for you. No need to worry about that potty monster princess. You're going to be safe and soggy in your diapies."

"I don't think she's listening."

"No, she hears me. She's still a big smart girl somewhere inside. Aren't you? Aren't you? Yes, you are! But you'd rather play with your silly toys and frilly dresses like a cute little baby. Because you're so cute, I could eat you up! Gna gna gna!

"Is it wrong of me to think it's really hot you turned your ex into a baby?"

"No, I think it's pretty normal. Yes, honey, that's a diaper you're wearing! Do you know what it does? It holds all your peepee and poopoo. That's nice, right? Can you feel when you go? Oh, someone is wet. Do you know who? It's not daddy, it's not mommy, so who could it be? It's you, that's right! Do you wanna pick the next pack we open up?"

Photo credit: @elektra-fide

For more stories by me: https://reamstories.com/babywriter

[elipri]

So I logged in for the first time in a VERY long time and this has been sitting in my inbox im

Jokes on them I agree, my old blog really does look weird as shit 💀

[emmyrosee]

EMMY MY DEAREST MY BABY MY BELOVED <333

could I be a bit greedy and make another teeny tiny request?? you don’t have to feel obligated to do it AT ALL if you don’t want to!!! I’ve just been having an interesting time lately and you do comfort so well ☹️

genuinely all I’ve wanted all week is to be babied a bit/taken care of/pampered/absolutely smothered with soft gentle affection by atsumu when he starts to notice I’m getting overwhelmed or burnt out :(

I think he’d be good at catching it before it gets too out of control and keeping me sane. he wouldn’t let me lift a finger and he’d be so over the top with his physical affection cuz he knows I love that 😕

I feel so bad bc I feel like I’ve been bugging you a lot lately so pls pls pls don’t feel like you have to!!! I completely understand, there’s no pressure 🫶🏻🫶🏻

anon <3

YOU HAVENT BUGGED ME IN LIKE. FOUR MONTHS HUSH YOUR CUTE FACE- EVEN IF YOU DID SEND ME ANYTHING RECENTLY, YOURE NOT A BOTHER AND I LOVE YOU 😠❤️

he catches it pretty much immediately, with how you were clinging to him a little bit more than usual last night, brows seemingly forever pinched in the middle of your head and your fingers fisting the collar of his night shirt. he didn't say anything, but he definitely makes a note to keep an eye on it.

especially when, the next morning, you turn to your side to let him get ready for practice, and you hike the blankets higher and screw your eyes shut to try and tune him out.

he sees this, and crawls his body back into bed, mind now only focusing on taking care of you before you drown.

"peepee-poopoo," he whispers, hanging his head upside down to look at you, his blonde hair hanging shaggily. "where's my fighty baby this morning, hmm?"

you shrug and avoid his eyes, and pulls his head back to take this more seriously, "c'mere. come talk to me."

"you have to go-"

"i don't have to do a thing," he assures. he's quick to take out his phone and text coach that he's not going to make it, but he doesn't tell you that because the last thing you need is worrying about him missing a day to care for you.

which is one of his favorite things to do- but you fight him on it constantly. and he hopes today you're compliant enough to let him be here for you.

"do you want to talk about it?" he asks, gently rubbing his knuckles over your shoulder, and when you shake your head, he leans over your body again to kiss your cheek. "okay," he whispers, lingering for a minute before pulling back to head to the kitchen to make you breakfast.

breakfast, that was supposed to be in bed, but you worked up the courage to wade into the kitchen not long after him. "hey-" you begin, but you're cut off by the yelp from his lips and the dropping of an egg square to the floor, which you both look at blankly.

he starts to snicker, "whups."

"sorry."

he clicks his tongue, "shut up- come get a kiss," he says, stepping over the egg and pulling you into a hug, and his shoulders relax when you loosen in his arms. he sponges kisses to the crown of your head, "don't ever be sorry for something i did. it wasnt your fault."

you immediately tense back up, and atsumu knows his hit the nail on the head with it, and you burrow your face deeper into his chest and he tightens his grip on you to keep you grounded. "go back to bed," he soothes. "im with you today-"

"i dont want to be so far from you," you say, and he smiles as you dont put up an argument, dont scold him for staying, but his heart sinks slightly at the idea that youre so in your head all you can think about is him right now. "not today. can i stay?"

"id be bummed if you didn't," he says. he smirks and scoops you in his massive arms, relishing in the giggles you let you as he carries you and sets you on the counter, where he then feeds you slices of fruit while your eggs sear on the oven. he feeds you breakfast bite for bite, placing a straw in some water for you to drink before carrying you to the bathroom, where he tells you to brush your teeth.

you get shy, "can... do you think... maybe-"

"yeah," he smiles. "open up, babe."

he brushes your teeth, sure to get all the areas the dentist warns him about, before pulling back with a happy sigh and holding out his hand.

you quirk a brow, "what?"

"spit it into my hand."

"ew!" you laugh, and god it truly is his favorite sound, and you turn your head to spit the froth in the sink. "youre nasty."

"and you picked me first. too late to question your choice."

"yet i do every day."

"little fucker," he snickers, and when he makes a move to tickle you, you dart away, laughter ringing in the air as he barrels down after you, down the hall and into the bedroom, where he tackles you onto the bed. "i made you breakfast and this is the thanks i get?" he sighs, playfully punching your tummy, successfully dodging your hands to try and still his barely touching fists.

"l-learn from osamu," you manage, and his jaw slacks at your audacity while you giggle more in anticipation.

"you're annoying," he snorts, leaning down to nibble your ear and neck while his fingers spider up your sides, you shriek and shove his shoulders weakly. he stops and kisses the rest of the giggles from your lips, and he hums when you wrap your arms around his neck. when he pulls away, you mewl and tug him closer. he shushes you easily, "not going anywhere babydoll, i promise."

and he doesn't. he doesn't go anywhere, merely rolling you both onto your sides where he cradles you close, cupping the back of your head protectively as you burrow into him.

every now and then, he feels your shoulders tense up and quiver, as if you're fighting tears, but he doesn't make you say anything. not until you're ready to.

and when you are, he's there, his thumb gently stroking the back of your head while your tears soak into his shirt. he shushes you softly when your cries turn to sobs, or your breathing picks up too much for his comfort.

he reminds you he's not going anywhere, ever, he's got your back no matter what, and if it takes one day or fifteen, he's more than happy to stay in that bed, brush your teeth, feed you food, anything to keep you from drowning in your own anxieties and thoughts.

"thank you for telling me," he whispers every now and again. "im so proud of you."

"im so tired, atsumu... i don't know what to do anymore."

he screws his eyes shut as your voice cracks, "you're doing great, angel. keep doing what you're doing, because its your best, and its more than enough. and i'm sorry the world hasn't let you think it has been.

"you're more than enough. please keep going for me, okay?"

"okay..."

"I love you."

"I love you too atsu..."

[mistyyyy]

How about a tall black reader who's father is a na'vi and mother is human causing her to have shading of blue on her arms and feet ( not t like vitiligo) and she has the same nerves sistem of na'vi and is taller than the avatar boys and is a super dom

Thinking about you

Oooh

I have two versions of this, I couldn't decide what to do but I think I made the right choice. The first one was peepee poopoo. sorry for not updating on this page for mooooonths but yall know how I do lol. It’s kinda meeehhhh, I need to ease my way back into smut lol

small blurb.

jake sully X black hybrid Navi reader

⚠️content:size kink, slightly perve jake, sub jake sully, jake m-wording (Tumblr is being very strict abt smut) abt you, HEAVY CHOKING KINK (creamin), embarrassed jake lol, small text

Pandoras sex symbol.

Or at least that's what Jake Sully calls you in his head. You were perfect, everything about you was perfect. The way your brown skin faded into the dark forest blue, the stripes in your body covering your strong limbs from head to toe. You were so fascinating. In a way, you reminded him of Earth, the good parts of it at least. From your human features to the way you wore your camo lioncloth. But what got him the most was your height. You were taller than most, maybe the tallest out of the clan, standing at a confident 9ft with the prettiest tight curly hair that mostly stayed in braids, wooden beads always sporting them. Your eyes were a little smaller than the regular Navi, but they were still that pretty amber he grew to love.

And that voice. Good lord above. He couldnt even count on his 10 didgets how many times he had goosebumps from it. It was deeper than the average womens, and he loved it. Especially when you talked in his ear after you pushed him into the floor by his neck. That with the combination of your strong thighs straddling him between your body. "come on sully, do better." it was a gentle scold, your accent causing his sweaty body to spasm under your heavy body, this movement making you drive him more into the dirt, hot bodies pressing into each other. "you're killing me right now.." he grunts, his hips pulling back into the dirt in hopes to not meet yours. "not yet at least." You pulled back, handing coming back from his neck with a cocky grin. You always won these competitions. Being born and raised here, trained by the RDA soldiers and the local navi before they got sent away. You were born to overpower him, even if he's been on the planet for 15 years.

He could never win against you, not that he wanted to, always ending up below you was his favorite part of the day. Every time the two of you would split up to go home, he didn't waste time pulling his matted braids up in a ponytail and stripping from his straining cloth. Dropping to his knees on his bouncy mat bed to grab the base of his thick cock. Impatient movements, he brought his hand back up to spit in his hand and back down to gently fist his tip. Frantic pumps going up and down his length with a drawn-out groan, head falling back as his free hand ran over the burning flesh of his abs, thick pecs until it found its way up the blue collums of his neck, holding it tight, giving him the light headed feeling you gave him a few times a week.

"fuck..aah shit" he cursed lazily in his native langueage, eyes fighting to stay open as his wet hand grips and twists the dripping head of his dick. Your hand around his thoat, tight even if it was a playful fight, you were so rough with him, always saying he could handle it. Fuck ,I can handle it. He squeezes his throat tighter, the pressure causing him to bite his lip, muffling his whimper as his warm seed squirts onto his fist, dripping down his fingers until it reached his tensed thighs.

Slowly grinding into his hand, letting his high settle, his eyes flutter open and looked down at the mess he's made once he came to a stop. Oh god, she'd kill me.

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Very not edited

[wanderingswampbeast]

Long Post: Why I Don’t Like The Drow

I’ve been ranting about this to a friend on discord (a lot of points I make will come from him) but I’ve finally figured out what my issue with the drow is outside of inherently evil groups being dumb.

The drow are boring. Drow lore is less of a dive into a unique culture and more of a list of fucked up things they do. Like, I cannot name a single interesting aspect of typical drow society that does not directly involve murder, sexism, or slavery, or Lolth. And even then, most of those things are written about in an incredibly bland fashion with them.

The Drow don’t really have much depth to them, and are just kind of evil for evil’s sake (or “because Lolth said so”). They do slavery, but the only real purpose of doing slavery for them is “because Lolth said so”. It isn’t for cheap labor, it’s to be more evil. They betray each other purely because that’s what evil people do. They’re misandrist, not for any real societal reason, but because Lolth hates men. There’s none of what would make slavery an interesting topic or story element, no justification for why they should be allowed to commit one of the worst injustices possible, no real economic reason for it. They just do it because Lolth says they should, and from a writing perspective it hammers home the fact that they’re evil. They aren’t evil because they enslave and murder, they enslave and murder because they’re evil, if that makes any sense.

Them being written as comically evil as they are also hurts them from a worldbuilding perspective. They’re so reliant on slaves for menial labor that the lower class of their society struggle to get jobs. Drow culture so obsessed with betrayal and dumbass house wars that even when actively under attack from the outside they sabotage each other. They’re so decadent that their buildings are held up with magic and semi regularly collapse when a spell fails. To put it bluntly, drow society feels like one that should have collapsed in a few centuries, which, funnily enough, is way longer than D&D elves live.

Their culture being so monolithic also makes writing anything about them difficult. Every drow antagonist is going to have near identical motivations, methods, and ideologies as every other drow antagonist. Every drow protagonist is going to ultimately feel very similar to Drizzt, because leaving their fucked up society to become a do-gooder is such a common backstory element that they added a whole extra god just for doing that. In fact, you can divide 90% of drow characters from any official materials into these categories:

Manservant

Ambitious male, usually a wizard (5 bucks says he has long hair and a widow’s peak)

Dommy Mommy Warcrime Woman

Drizzt Do’Urden or one of his many duplicates

Self-loathing and/or resentful Drider

And finally, their existence almost purely to be humanoid enemies you can fight at nearly any levels is just kind of lazy. This is a problem that I have with the “evil races” of a lot of fantasy but having a group that’s evil by birth just feels like an excuse to not have to write actual motivations for your antagonists. It’s the difference between “go attack this camp of soldiers because they’re part of the SkullMurder army and their general wants to use our land to build a dread fortress” vs “go attack this camp of soldiers specifically because they’re drow/goblins/orcs/the dreaded peepee-poopoo folk”. Using stuff like this just feels like an excuse to not have to write an actual antagonist since it comes pre-written in the group’s lore. This has the side effect of whenever such a group is the antagonist of the plot, the players or audience know near exactly what to expect. The orc is here to conquer, the goblin is here to steal, and the drow is here to enslave or do some dark ritual.

I’ve legitimately heard people say “well if XYZ can’t be inherently evil anymore, who will we use as bad guys?” It’s very simple: whoever the fuck we want. Write an evil queen, or a scheming wizard, or an underground slave trade network. For God’s sake, anyone can be evil, you don’t need to tie that to a specific ethnic group and write it as “they’re just like that”. Write an actual character for your antagonist.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTAH if I started referring to my friend as “peepee” and “poopoo”?

Okay, I (n19) go to a conservative university (it sucks) and am very much not out to any of my non LGBTQ friends. My own discord pronouns are “bro/bruh” bc I didn’t want to out myself, thought it would be funny, don’t mind if people refer to me as such, and my friend (18f) said to put wacky things in my pronouns box because “people are crazy”. My friend has “peepee/poopoo” as their discord pronouns. It’s definitely meant to be transphobic.

No, I’m not going to stop being their friend bc of it so please don’t tell me to do that. I’m willing to accept that she won’t accept me, but it’s annoying.

I was wondering if you think it would be an asshole move to start referring to her by the pronouns in her discord. I mean, technically that’s what peepee asked to be called. It peepee doesn’t like it, then peepee shouldn’t have put it. I think it would also show poopoo what it feels like being call by something you’re not all the time. Then again, peepee might just find it funny, so idk.

WIBTAH if I started referring to my friend by their discord pronouns??

What are these acronyms?

[mama-scarebear]

Just a fantasy:

“Mamaaaa” I moan. “My pwincess pawts feel funnyy” I helplessly bounce up and down in my cib, my mittened hands grabbing onto the railing. The seat of my very full and smelly diaper hits my protected plasticky mattress when my wobbly weak knees bend. My titties bounce with the rest of my body. Tears prick my eyes as I look up at you desperately. You’ve made me your baby brained and pathetic little girl.

“Aww did my stinky little pathetic princess get all excited because she messed all in her big diapiee?” You ask condescendingly, tugging on my pigtails.

“Uhh hummm” I nod feverishly, flushing red, and bouncing faster now.

“Awww does my diaper brained little girl need some help so her princess parts don’t feel so funny against all her mushy poopoo?” You twist my nipples as hard as you can and I pause mid bounce to arch my bag, sensations too big for my little brain.

“mamamama aaahh” I groan, drool finding its way out of my pacied mouth.

“Yeshh mommaaa peas peas peas help me. I’m justa dumb baby nnn I need -I need- youuu…”

You mandhandle me out of my cib and onto the floor on my tummy, placing my favorite stuffy into my hand, and kick your foot into my parts and start kneading my diaper. You start rocking me against the carpeted floor, creating tingly feelings on my nipples, tummy, and vee-vee (and a little rug burn too.)

“Does my pathetic little pants messer miss her big strong girlfriend. Does she need to make her messy little humpies on beary and bouce out of all of her big girl thoughts?”

“Mhhhh, Mamamama mish beary. Wan make humpies peasss mama” I can only garble out, my brain so fried by your humiliation.

You reach over and get beary and the big buzzy, while I lay there desperately grinding my saggy poppy diaper on the floor, clinging to my stuffy and sucking my paci as hard as I can.

“ahh mamamama feels funnyy.” I speak mindlessly.

You lay beary out and tie the buzzy to him, turing it onto the lowest setting, because a big empty-brained baby like me doesn’t really need much after what you’ve turned me into. Then, you lift me off the floor, and kick beary under me.

“Don’t be rude baby, say hello like a good little girl to beary. Give him a nice big kissy!” You say with a wicked smile on your face.

“Mmwhah!” I say hello to my furry girlfriend, giving her a big hug, cuz mama said so, and if mama said that loved my beary, that was all I could focus on.

With my arms around beary I start to bounce, giving him kisses.

“Beary I love my mom-ma so so much and I love you so so much!”

“Mmwhah!”

I smile, drool dripping out of my mouth and hum happily.

“Dank you mama for wetting me pway wif beary, cuz my pincess parts felt funny cuz I made biigg poopies in my big diapies.

My smelly mess squishes around my front and sides and it feels glorious.

“I wovvv my diapes cuz de catch all my messies and peepees cuz i’m too wittle and dumb to hold it all. I need my mama to help wif my big girl feelings. She’s always rights. I can’t do anything cuz imma big big baby.” I babble on, clenching around nothing.

“Aww that’s right princess.” I hear your voice from above somewhere.

Suddenly, I feel my weakened little muscles tense up.

“Mama I…” I trail off in a weak voice. Sinking onto beary and burying my head in the crook of his neck, feeling sufficiently humiliated.

“Pathetic baby” “Your head is so empty, and your princess parts are so sensitive, it’s only been a minute of humpies!”

“Too many big girl feelings huh princess?” You smile, knowing you’ve turned me into this pathetic small brained, big baby that can’t last like a big girl.

“Uh huh momma” I nod suckling my paci harder, my mess wafting around the room.

Well now someone knows my buttons don't they? A gold star for you anon for a lovely story 🌟

[tomatomagica]

🍅LIVE NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i feel like peepee poopoo so i'm gonna sing Lazy Town songs to feel better

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