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necropathys · 1 month ago

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Would you mind sharing some Swan thought babies? If you'd like too

I very much dislike this time of year and it has been a difficult time these past couple of days

I'd just like to bury myself in fiction until this ugly holiday passes (It's ugly to Me, I know others enjoy this time and I don't mean any ill will towards them or their traditions)

I'm sorry this holiday brings you discomfort, dear. I'm happily making room for you in the dreamtale/swapdream brainrot bouncy house.

These are just my headcanons, but I’ve been mulling over a few thoughts about Swan’s character.

Before Swan is forced to confront Swad’s actions—or before Swad even remembers his existence—I imagine he spends a significant amount of time traveling or living as a hermit. During this period, he’s consumed by grief and works to come to terms with the reality that his brother has become a monster. There’s also the painful realization that Swad has moved on from him entirely. For Swan, the knowledge that eating the apple made him even more undesirable—if that was even possible—adds to his deep sorrow. He might also be recovering, physically and emotionally, from burns inflicted by Swad’s overwhelming aura during their last interaction, each scar a reminder of his brother’s absence and cruelty.

Swan strikes me as someone who can’t stay in one place for too long. If he lingers, the people around him inevitably begin to detest him, likely due to the unsettling aura he emits. This rejection only worsens as the imbalance between Negativity and Positivity in his surroundings grows more pronounced. It’s not just the aura itself—it’s the way it makes people feel, stirring discomfort and distrust. Over time, this constant cycle of rejection leaves Swan hardened by his travels but deeply fractured inside. His self-worth becomes painfully low, as each new rejection reinforces his negative self-image and feelings of unworthiness.

Despite his hardships, I like to think Swan finds solace in creative pursuits like art or literature.

Swan might not have access to a wide variety of books, but I imagine he’d always try to keep something on hand, even when his life becomes more treacherous. Books could offer him a sense of solace and continuity, a small pocket of peace in a world that constantly shifts around him.

Given his similarities to Passive—who was skilled at art, as evidenced by painting the sun on the flag—I can easily see Swan pursuing creative outlets like drawing or painting. Flowers, in particular, seem fitting since he loves them so much and likely can’t touch them directly. Art might even become a form of emotional expression for him, a way to vent his inner turmoil when words don’t suffice. Over time, he might develop a delicate, intentional style that reflects his personality and his longing for beauty amidst hardship.

Swan also strikes me as someone who would enjoy meditative, intricate crafts, like folding origami flowers. His patience and careful temperament lend themselves well to the precision such an art requires. However, whether he has the time or opportunity for these small joys would depend heavily on his circumstances.

Maybe he would write poetry...? It seems very Nightmare-core, no?

Speaking of hobbies, I wonder if Error would teach him how to crochet? It feels like the kind of slow, meticulous craft Swan might take to.

Plus, Swan’s taste for spicy things makes me think he’d love sharing Underfell chocolate with Error—though getting Error to share might be a challenge?

#headcanon discussion #god these were the happy ones #swan youre a mess #i love u sogger #my chain smoking husband

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easy-goer-db · 9 months ago

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All characters are adult and fictional.

Part 3:

“Wakey wakey diapee pants. It’s time to start your baby day.”

Ugh. What time is it? Paulina put me to bed just after 6pm, but it’s bright outside the window. How long was I asleep for? I felt her hand unzipping the front of my footed jammies. She was behind me. In the same spot where she cuddled me to sleep.

“Let’s see if babykins made a nice wet diapee for Mommy overnight.”

I had no idea. My entire body felt damp inside and outside the plastic pants. Sweat? Pee? Who knows? Probably both. She ran her hand down my torso.

“Someone is a sweaty baby. Was someone all hot in his jammies and plastic panties?”

I moaned into my paci gag. She pulled the waist of my plastic pants. The rush of cold air felt so good on my exposed skin. Her hand went inside the plastic pants and started patting around. She eventually managed to slip a finger inside my leg guard.

“Goodness gracious. My little water faucet soaked through another diapee, didn’t he? It’s a good thing Mommy found those plastic pants or else you would have super soaked the bed. And then you would have been punished again. Aren’t you happy that Mommy put you in plastic pants?”

I wasn’t. I hated them so much. And was now realizing that I was probably going to be experiencing a lot more where that came from. That said, what else could I do?

I nodded and meekly let out a moan of agreement into my pacifier.

“Good baby. Ok. Let’s get you fed. Then maybe you’ll get a diapee change. Maybe. Mommy decides.”

I exhaled and once again as if on cue, let loose another flood into my already soggy diaper. She could feel my diaper expand on her hand.

“Awww. Dumb baby made another wetty? Someone has no control at all. Hahaha. No matter what a stupid sogger you are, that won’t get you out of that diaper any quicker. Thank goodness for these plastic pants.”

I really wanted out of this diaper. Even if it meant that I was just going to end up in a new one. Behaviour was essential.

“Ok soggy pants. Time for your feed.”

She pulled my shoulder to roll me onto my back.

“I know my wittle loser probably can’t walk or crawl, so guess what? You’re getting breakfast in bed!”

I wasn’t sure if that was a bad thing or a good thing. Paulina got on top of me, straddling across my stomach. She leaned over and removed my pacifier gag. That little bit of freedom felt good. I stretched my jaw.

“Is wittle baby hungry?”

“Yes, Mommy. I hungry.”

“Very good. Now, what does the padded pee pants want to eat?”

Was this a trick question? It had to be. I need this diaper changed. Not a time to take a risk.

“Can I pwease have a baby bweakfast Mommy?”

“Awww. Of course you can. No big boy nums for you. And what should your baby breakfast include?”

Okay. Maybe I have a little wiggle room here. I really don’t want another “stew” like last night. Can I ask for just strained fruit? I’m going to do it.

“Mommy, can I pwease have some fwuit? I tink there is apples, bears, and bluebewwy.”

She moved in closer, slipped her fingers into my collar, and put her lips to my ear.

“Absolutely not diapee dweeb. Remember how you told me that you’re just a little baby last night? Hmmm….?”

“Yes Mommy.”

“Well that starts now. And it starts with a liquid breakfast. See?”

She turned her body, so that I could see my bureau. 6 bottles with white liquid were lined up in a row. Okay. Maybe that’s better than stew? She got up and carried all the bottles to the bedside table. She got back on top of me and forced the first bottle into my mouth. It tasted a bit like the milk from yesterday. Maybe just a little more bitter. Definitely thicker.

“Yum yum. The baby’s milkies is thick like his diapees, isn’t it? That’s why Mommy is going to be nice and let her little sog monster have 6 minutes per bottle.”

6 minutes. No problem. I can do that. I still suckled at a good pace, but not as frantically as yesterday.

“Good baby. Dwink your baba for Mommy. Fill up that tummy for mummy.”

She pressed the bottle more firmly against my lips.

“So little crinkle bear, what do you think we’re doing today? How is the wittle baby going to be tweated? Hmmm?”

That has to be rhetorical. I can’t answer. My mouth is full. I looked up with wide eyes.

“Well, while my itty bitty baby was having such a big sleepy time, I got to take a closer look at all your little baby things. And I realized something. We are going to run out of diapers. We’ve already used 20. You only bought 72. Just like a little dumb super soaker, just can’t count properly. Oh counting. How could I forget?”

She checked her watch.

“Only 1 minute left. Better hurry up.”

I looked up. There was a 3rd of the bottle left. I picked up the pace and started frantically sucking again.

“Right. Like I was saying, I realized that you are going to need more diapees to stay nice and protected. So I found the website on the receipt. I was doing a little browsing today. I used your phone to log in to your account. My my. My little diaper loser has ordered so many diapers over the years. And not just the little white ones that Mommy put you in yesterday. Then I started looking at those other crinkle pants you had stashed away. Oh, wait a second. 4, 3, 2, 1…”

I just barely finished the bottle at the count of one.

“What a thirsty baby! Ok, time for another. 6 minutes.”

She slipped the next bottle into my mouth. I wasn’t going to get a break. I realized the thickness of the milk was filling me up faster than yesterday.

“Right. So I know you wuv your wittle white diapees. But some of those other prints? Dinosaurs? Princesses? Animals? Mermaids? I loved the little ones that had “baby” printed all over them. It told me exactly what you are. Just a dumb diaper baby.”

She pinched my cheek and cooed.

“Anyway, I went on the website again and did some more browsing. Mommy found so many diapers that I think will look so cute on her silly soggy baby. Wanna see them?”

I nodded. I kind of did want to see them. That was the truth. I actually started to squirm and move my hips instinctively.

“Hahaha. Awww. Is the diaper dummy excited that Mommy wants to show him more diapees?”

She tilted backwards and slapped my thickly padded crotch.

“Naughty baby.”

While her hand was there something familiar happened. I lost control again and my giant diaper just kept expanding.

“Awww. Poor baby just can’t stop filling his diapee. Oh, speaking of.”

She checked her watch.

“1 minute baby.”

I was close to a 3rd of the bottle again. Dammit. I started to suckle frantically.

“You better finish up that baba.”

It was so thick. It took so much force to pull it through the nipple. My cheeks were getting tired from suckling so hard.

“You’re cutting it close dumb baba baby.”

Suckle, suckle, suckle, gulp, gulp, gulp.

“5, 4, 3, 2…oh you finished? Good baby. Ok, time for another.”

She swapped out the bottle and I was right back to chugging down the milky substance.

“Where was I? Oh yes, showing my leaky loser all the diapers they have.”

I knew what they had, but these were all fresh discoveries for her.

“First things first. I found the wittle white diapees that you love. Your history says you buy them all the time. So we’ll add one of those cases to the cart.”

She turned the phone around and made me watch while she hit add to cart.

“Then I saw you used to get the pink princess diapers with almost every order. Are you a pwetty pamper princess? They are so cute. We need a case of those.”

She turned the phone around and showed me as she added them to the cart.

“But they have more pink diapers than just those. They have such cute little fairies on them. Let’s get a case of those too.”

She beamed down at me as she dramatically clicked add to cart again.

“Let’s finish our collection of Disney princesses for the dumb baby. We obviously need those mermaid diapers too. Your diapee is pretty much under the sea anyway.”

All I could do was suckle as she added another case of diapers to the cart. Of course my credit was tied to that account. This humiliating shopping spree was coming right out of my pocket. Paulina took a break from scrolling through my phone to look down at her watch.

“Uh-oh. One minute baba baby. I see lots of baba left.”

Crap. She was right. I have to focus on my bottle, but I was so fixated by all the diapers she was ordering. I doubled down and started suckling aggressively. Suckling aggressively? Is that an oxymoron? Stop thinking. Focus. Paulina had her eyes locked on her watch and on my bottle.

“10, 9, 8…”

I’m close. I can do it.

“6, 5, 4…”

Almost. Almost.

“2, 1…and?”

Air slipped through the nipple. She pulled the bottle from my mouth and inspected it.

“What a good little sucker. Who is Mommy’s little sucky baby?”

“I am Mommy. I am a sucky baby.”

“Good baby. Ok. Time for another.”

I groaned as she shoved the 4th bottle in my mouth. I was running out of room for more liquid.

“Awww. Is the little baby’s tummy getting full?”

I nodded.

“Well too bad. Baby needs his num nums.”

She was getting really good at reading, because in that moment I stopped suckling for a second and exhaled. That had become a tell tale sign. I let another stream into my diaper.

“Hahaha. You are such a wetty wittle baby.”

I could feel my diaper leaking. The plastic pants were the only thing keeping everything together.

“Oh right. Speaking of my little tinkler sprinkler. Back to your diapees!”

She picked my phone up again.

“Ok. So we have 4 cases in cart already. That isn’t nearly enough for my little super soaker, is it?”

I shook my head.

“That’s right baby. You need so many diapees. I also liked these ones with the little animals on trains. The site says they are extra crinkley. So we’ll need those.”

Two taps and another case was added to the cart.

“They also have the dinosaur diapees that you’ve ordered before. You’ll be my little wetasaurus in those.”

Tap. Tap. Added.

“Ooooh. And what about these ones with safari animals? They look so thick. They’ll be perfect.”

Tap. Tap. Added.

“Hmmm…oh yes. We can’t forget the ones that have ‘Baby’ printed all over them. I don’t want my dumb baby forgetting what he is.”

Tap. Tap. Added.

Paulina looked down at her watch.

“1 minute baby boy. Oh, you’re doing so well with this bottle. Good baby.”

She was right. I was focused on getting this bottle in me before 6 minutes. I was thinking that maybe I’ll get a little 45 second break if I finish before the deadline. I finished.

“Oh my goodness. You finished that so fast. You must so dehydrated. We need to get you another pronto.”

Darn it. No break for me as the bottle was switched out again.

“Ok. I think 8 cases of diapees is enough for now. That’ll last a few days at least. Hehe. Buuuut. I see they sell more than just diapers. They have so many cute onesies. So. Many.”

A huge smile broke across her face.

“I was looking at your collection of dumb baby onesies. But they don’t match the diaper prints that we just put your cart. We need to fix that. I want my baby to be matchy matchy. I real fashionable baby. One who is fit to hit the dumb baby fashion runway. Well. Haha. The dumb baby fashion waddle way.”

That line cut right to me. My legs twitched and I wiggled. A humiliating line like that got me really excited. She noticed. She always seemed to notice.

“Awwww. Does baby want to be Mommy’s little fashionista? You want Mommy to show you off?”

I shook my head. But my squirming said otherwise. She took that opportunity to spin around putting her back to me while she remained mounted across my stomach. She put her hands on my utterly diapered crotch. It didn’t matter how many layers separated for me from her hands. I could feel the pressure and she knew exactly where to touch.

“I think baby wants me to buy him matching onesies. Hmmm…?”

She started to rub.

“So his diapees and onesies will be matchy matchy. I also saw they have matching pacis. Hmmm…? Does baby want Mommy to complete his outfits?”

She rubbed harder. I moaned.

“And then once he’s all matchy matchy, he wants to go on the waddle way doesn’t, he? He wants Mommy to show him off, doesn’t he?”

I exploded.

“Hahaha. Oh my gosh. You are such a little diaper loser. Okay baby. Mommy will show you off.”

She spun back around and checked her watch.

“30 seconds baba sucker.”

I hadn’t been focusing on my bottle at all. The rubbing. The teasing. The full tummy. I wasn’t going to finish on time. But all I could do was try. That might save me.

“Uh-oh. The bad baba baby is going to get punished.” She said sternly.

I kept suckling.

“5, 4, 3, 2, 1 and…”

I didn’t finish.

“Bad baby! Mommy gave you a treat and you misbehaved again? You can’t even follow the most simple instructions. Such a bad baby. Finish that bottle. NOW.”

She got off me as I finished suckling down the bottle.

“To think, I was being so nice to you. And you were just a little leaky loser who couldn’t drink his baba.”

As I finished the bottle. She snatched it away. She forcibly shoved the last one in my mouth.

“Drink. NOW.”

I did. She had my phone back in her hand. I could tell she was adding the matching onesies and pacifiers. But it was taking her longer than I expected. It really only should have been a few taps.

“Ok dumb diaper boy. I’m just putting the finishing touches on this little order. But look. I had another idea. You are going to be so matchy matchy for Mommy.”

She turned the phone around. She’d added the matching onesies and pacifiers. She also added all the matching cloth diapers. She’d added all the matching plastic pants. There was also a matching set of all the footed PJs.

“Does my baby love all his new outfits?”

I nodded. I kind of did.

“Oh also…”

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

“Mommy also doubled up that diaper order. Maybe that way we’ll have enough for a week of your stupid soggy pants.”

She just keeps proving how good she is at this. I exhaled and let out another river into my diaper. I was saturated.

“Hahaha. Super soaker baby pants. Oh my god. I can see little tinkles in your plastic pants. Leaky loser.”

She looked down at her watch.

“15 seconds baby boy.”

I wasn’t going to finish again. Not even close.

“Stop. Bad baby! Mommy is taking care of all your little dummy diapee needs and you can’t even finish your baba on time.”

She pulled the bottle from my mitted hands.

“Maybe this will help.”

She unscrewed the top and just poured the remaining liquid on my face. I trickled down my chin onto my chest and stomach. My footed PJs were unzipped down to my plastic pants. The liquid trickled down to the hem.

Click.

“Awww. Another perfect picture of my messy baby for our photo album. This one is adorable.”

She turned the screen around. I looked ridiculous. Half zipped footed PJs, gigantic diaper with pink plastic pants, and what looked like baby formula all over my face and body.

“Such a cute messy Mommy’s boy.”

She moved to the side of the bed and grabbed one of my hands. My mitten was connected to bed post strap again. She went to the other side of the bed and did the same with other hand.

“To think. Mommy was going to change that icky didee right after your feeding. Now? I’m not sure.”

“Mommy pwease. I’m sowwy.”

“Hmmm. I don’t think you are. You just keep misbehaving. No, you need to be punished.”

She stopped and pondered for a second. She started giggling.

“Are you weady for your punishment diaper loser?”

“Yes Mommy.”

She slapped the inside of my thigh. Ouch.

“Yes Mommy, what?”

“Yes Mommy, I weady for my punish.”

She started to cackle.

“Hehe. Ok baby. You are going to have to beg for your diapee change.”

Oh, ok. Simple enough.

“Mommy, pwease pwease pwea-“

She slapped my thigh again.

“Oh no. You won’t be begging me.”

She pulled out her phone again and went to the foot of the bed.

“You will be begging my friends to let me change your pee pee pants. Understand?”

Oh no. Not again. But I just nodded.

“Ok dumb baby. I’m recording. What’s da matter?”

“I wet my diapee Mommy.”

“Just wet?”

“I wet my diapee so much Mommy, I weaking.”

“Why’d you wet your diaper so much?”

“Because I wittle diapee loser?”

“Hahaha. Yes, you sure are a baby pants. What do you need baby?”

“I need my diapee change Mommy.”

“Oh potty pants. That’s not for me to decide. What do you want to say to the girls?”

“Pwease, pwease, pwease. I need my diapee change. I so wet. It uncomfy. I need a dwy diapee. Pwease. I do anyting.”

“Anything?”

“Yes Mommy, I do anyting.”

At that moment, my bladder betrayed me again and I flooded my already soaked diaper.

“Hahaha. See? He’s such a super soaker. Ok girls. What do you think? Should I change the dumb diaper baby?”

She put the phone away.

“Ok. Let’s see what they say you leaky loser.”

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