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Well, it's late, but here's another chapter of Ride of the Valky ries! Not many content warnings in this (maybe for dysphoria and past death), so, here we go:   -   Chapter Six: Baby, Do You Dare to Do This, 'Cause I'm Comin' at You Like a Dark Horse (Dark Horse, Katy Perry)   -   Zaira had spoken to Særvind at the same time Sasithorn had spoken to Hreggský.   <So, he decided to be reborn,> the Palomino mare mused. <Why am I not surprised?>   “Sasi actually gave birth to her this time,” Zaira thought spoke, a smirk on her face.   <I’m surprised after the last one, Rider,> Særvind snorted.   “She saw something in Delaney, something worth protecting,” the valkyrie said, stroking the mare’s neck. “I don’t know what it is; as a man, he was vicious, sinful, and cowardly before his final day, but she saw something in her worth keeping. I trust my wife, but I don’t understand this decision. Especially after what happened to the last one she birthed.>   <That was not your fault nor hers, Rider.>   “Even so, we both bore the guilt for it, Sasi more than me.”   <You shouldn’t have to, Rider; Hreggský and I know that wasn’t yours or especially her fault. Odin knows it was not either one of your faults.>   “It doesn’t matter. The Jarls and Gothi said-”   <Fuck the Jarls and Gothi. It wasn’t either of your faults.>   “Thought speaking with your sleipnir, too?”   Sasithorn had spoken to Zaira, the Asian woman’s beautiful features filled with sadness.   “I just don’t understand,” Zaira said quietly.   “You don’t understand what?” Sasithorn’s voice was on edge.   “Why him?” Zaira’s thoughts spilled out into words, words that she had no control over. “You could’ve picked anyone in your quadrant, given birth to anyone who wasn’t filled with sin who died according to the Vikingr Code, refused to birth anyone before Delaney. Why him?”   Sasithorn was quiet for twenty seconds, tears in her eyes, and the valkyrie was scared that she upset her wife.   “Because of me…how I was…and…Nabila,” Sasithorn whispered in a sad tone, crying softly as she cradled the sleeping newborn valkyrie in her arms.   Zaira went quiet, tears in her own eyes, as she went to hug her wife. Nabila, Sasithorn’s first birth, and the only other aside from Delaney. Nabila who was headstrong and reckless, Nabila who was curious to a fault, Nabila who wanted to help everyone regardless of whether they deserved it or not, Nabila who fell to Helheim because of all of that. And once a valkyrie fell to Helheim…there was no going back.   Nabila is gone forever, Zaira thought bleakly. And Sasithorn paid the biggest price.   The Jarls and two of the three Gothi had been especially hard on them, Erik especially. Old Snorri Goði alone defended them, and it was enough; the man was as deeply respected as anyone who wasn’t a literal god.   Was Delaney just the latest to make things right? Was she just a replacement for Nabila? Did Sasithorn truly see herself in Delaney? Only Odin knew; Zaira certainly didn’t.   But she trusted her wife implicitly and wholly. If she thought Delaney was worthy, how could she object?   <Both of you had better go. I’m gonna go sleep with my mate.> Særvind’s voice was dreamy at the thought, but Zaira knew that both her mare and Sasithorn’s stallion wanted time alone, obviously to fuck each other, maybe produce their first foal.   “Of course,” the two valkyries said, blushing at the simultaneous words before leaving the sleipnirs alone, walking down the path back to the House of the Glorious Slain.   Keavy had woken up after all of that. The infant cried, waking Delaney up as a result, as the newborn cried as well.   “Shh, shh…” Zaira whispered, cuddling her baby close to her breasts. “It’s okay. Mommy’s here. Mommy’s here.”   Keavy looked at Delaney and started babbling, which caused the newborn to babble as well. Soon enough, they were speaking in baby talk like they had known each other for centuries.   “It’s so adorable when they talk to each other,” Sasithorn cooed.   “It is.” Zaira heard the rumbling of both infants’ stomachs and she smirked knowingly. “I think they need their milk and then a diaper change.”   “Of course.”   Both valkyries quickly fed their charges, Zaira feeling the familiar charge of motherhood going through her breasts as she did. It was a feeling that never got old, that was always a good feeling   Maybe that’s why I went through so many painful births…   Soon enough, both infants had finished their meals, were burped, and set down on the clouds for their much-needed diaper changes, both adult valkyries mindlessly chatting about sweet nothings as they did.   But the thought of Nabila was not far from Zaira’s mind. Her mocha skin, her innocent, yet mischievous brown eyes. Her disappearance into Helheim hurt worse than Zaira’s own human death. It destroyed Sasithorn; the only thing to come out of her mouth for the next month and a half after she went missing were sobs; she never spoke in that time, especially once the fucking Jarls and Gothi blamed her for the whole thing, as if she was at fault for not wanting to destroy a soul, as if Zaira was at fault for following her lead.   Zaira cuddled with Sasithorn as they picked up their babies. Delaney had her tiny hand in her mouth and sucked on it, while Keavy was rooting with her hands as well. Each were quickly replaced by a pacifier, which the two sucked on gleefully.   “I think they’re going to be best friends,” Sasithorn said, her eyes warm and loving.   Zaira wasn’t so sure, struggling with her emotions behind the facade of kindness she had shown the newborn valkyrie.   Keavy had her own issues: she had once been a crooked cop in Ireland, taking many, many bribes, trying to be the toughest man on the block, all while hiding the fact that she was a transwoman who didn’t have the money, support, or courage to transition. She had her own painful end, a shotgun in her hands at the time of death, protecting kids from two school shooters who riddled her with bullets from modified semi-auto rifles.   Delaney had been a human trafficker of innocent girls, letting his so-called “friend” abuse innocent girls, joining a racist gang and participating in the prison “justice” system out of fear. She only showed remorse and courage after being pushed to a point that even she thought went too far, dying with a pistol in her hand to protect those girls.   They would never get along, could never get along…right?   And yet, seeing the two interact with each other, Keavy being a lot more gentle with Delaney than Zaira would’ve been…they were going to become fast friends.   And Zaira didn’t like that one bit. The only reason she thought Delaney was worth it was because Sasi did. That didn’t mean she had to trust her. It didn’t mean that her other toddler-stage daughters had to be friends with her. It just meant that she couldn’t tell Sasi she wasn’t worth saving, to throw her down to Helheim like most wanted.   But at the same time, seeing the innocent look in Delaney’s baby-blue newborn eyes…was that what she was like as a child with her own mother? Would she have been different had her father not been a monster? If her mother was alive? If anything in her life had changed for the better?   Fuck, these feelings were too complicated to reminisce on less than a day after all of this. We’ll see what happens, she thought as she picked up Keavy, who whined behind her pacifier a bit before she continued sucking on it. We’ll see if you change my mind, Delaney Emma Brogdon.   -   Hope y'all enjoyed~

Well, it's been too long, but here's the next chapter of Patient Zero, with the reply:   Thank you! I love making people baby-brained in these stories (although, in this case, they tend to keep their minds; it's just that they have baby-brained emotions that take over). I'm honored that you think that highly of this story~ And now, for the sixth chapter (with actually no content warnings needed this time!):   -   Chapter Six: 4:56 AM - 6:37 AM, May 23rd, 2024   -   Berry took stock of the time (4:56 AM, turning into 5:25 AM) as she showered (even though she pissed and shit in the shower area, having no control over her sphincter anymore), got dressed (even though everything was a little loose, and she had to make sure she had multiple sets of underwear, plus pants and a skirt, just in case), and soon enough, she was ready to go.   Thankfully, Digby gave her privacy the whole time, which she appreciated; it was the least bit of dignity she could salvage at this point, knowing that privacy would be a thing of the past in however many days.   Maybe it’ll even be tomorrow, she thought despondently.   She exited the room to Digby putting her breakfast and lunch - the former being a kiwi/blueberry smoothie; the latter being tofu and a banana/strawberry smoothie - in a bag.   “Thank you,” she said, accepting the bag as she walked outside, seeing a large silver Chevy Silverado truck, obviously his boyfriend’s.   “Of course,” the Scots/Irish doctor said kindly. “We’ll need to get to a shop that caters to SAARS-infected women. Do you have an idea of where you want to go?”   “Sammie’s Boutique,” Berry said, struggling with her smaller height to get in the truck, feeling a bit ashamed of Digby helping her get in; if she was already needing the help as a teenager, there was no possible way she was going to be able to get in a car by herself as a child or younger.   “Of course. I’ll load it on the GPS.” Digby had no trouble getting in the driver’s seat, making her feel more ashamed. “I’m going to have to get a new car for myself. A bigger one. Pity the one I brought from London isn’t going to fit you, but whatever. Fuck getting a people carrier, though.”   Berry giggled, despite herself, buckling herself in and giving a wry smile to Digby. “You might change your mind,” she sang.   Digby sighed, a flush on his face. “Fine, if you insist, but I’m choosing the car seats, if you choose the car I buy.”   It was Berry’s turn to sigh and blush, the giggling stopping immediately. “Fair.”   The car was started, and they were quickly on the road. Fortunately, Sammie’s Boutique wasn’t very far from her home, as they saw the large building.   It was originally named “Fantaisie Couture Boutique” and renamed after Sammie Burgess: one of the first women to get SAARS in San Diego. She had been murdered by a fundamentalist religious fanatic who was caught and sentenced to life without parole, leaving her husband, a fancy clothing maker and the owner of the shop, grief-stricken and devastated. He remade the place into a discreet SAARS clothing and baby store in her honor.   Berry knew Kenneth Burgess personally, having been to that store numerous times to purchase diapers for her patients, but she was extremely nervous now, coming in having been infected. Still, she steeled herself, realizing from the smell that her underwear was now ruined; she had no choice but to go in.   The two doctors got out of the car, Berry instinctively gripping Digby’s hand - who allowed her to do it, to her surprise - as they walked in.   A young Asian man was the one to greet them.   “Good morning, madam, sir,” he said politely, looking at Berry with a sympathetic glance that she hated. “How may I help?”   “Berry needs an entirely new wardrobe, nappies, a stuffed animal, everything,” Digby said.   “Berry?! As in Doctor Glass?!” Kenneth Burgess, an older Black man, had come over with a look of shock and disbelief.   “One and the same,” Berry said with a sigh. She knew that he wouldn’t be the last person to be shocked that she was infected.   “God, Berry, I…”   “It’s fine, I just want to get the necessary stuff from adolescence to infancy and go,” she said desperately, pleadingly.   “Understood. I’ll fast-track it personally; I know you’re going to want to get to your therapy sessions. And…well…your clothing is…” He obviously was trying to beat around the bush with his words.   “I know. I appreciate your help, Mr. Burgess.” Her tone was grateful.   “Of course, Berry. Follow me, both of you.”   The entire time was spent picking various types of clothing - from teenaged clothes, to childhood, to toddlerhood, all the way down to the clothes a twelve-month-old would need - diapers (lots and lots of diapers for all ages, and to Berry’s inner dismay, all of them had cutesy designs), pacifiers (and of course, those were mostly pink and had cutesy words as well), bottles, sippy cups, a highchair, two car seats for a child and a toddler, respectively, bibs, a playpen, a stroller, and many other items. She noticed, however, that there wasn’t a crib or even a cradle, and she was confused about that.   Fortunately, Burgess had given her clothes and a diaper fit for a teenager (although it was still a babyish design: purple with golden star prints on it) to get changed in the ladies’ room, which she did without incident (but at the same time, fearing the eventuality that she would not be able to change herself for very long), adjusting her new black skirt - the underwear and pants were ruined, and the old skirt was too loose around her body - to hide the diaper. And of course, it also happened to be comforting, as SAARS symptoms that normally happened…happened; only it was to her, and it scared her.   But there was a fun part to all of this, after she changed: choosing the stuffed animal…or two, in her case. Berry chose a humpback whale plush and a narwhal plush, both of which would be just small enough for a baby not to suffocate on them, just small enough for a toddler to carry in one arm…and yet big and soft enough to be comforting for both of the ages (and her teenaged and child ages, Berry realized, her thoughts bleak again). They were the only ones there, and cetaceans - particularly humpbacks and narwhals - were some of her favorite animals: intelligent, powerful, beautiful.   “Good choice, Berry,” Digby said with a smile. “I love whales as well. Beautiful animals, and the soft toys are well made.”   Berry blushed at the praise. “Thanks, both of you,” she said sheepishly.   “Of course,” Burgess said with a smile. “It’s vital that every woman and girl who comes here finds something enjoyable after a tough visit.”   “Thank you, Mr. Burgess,” Berry said.   “You’re very welcome. Now, let’s fast track the order; I know you have a busy day, Miss Glass.”   Berry frowned at that. Miss Glass, as if she wasn’t even a doctor anymore, after she worked so hard to be one…   “She’s still a doctor, sir. Doctor Glass.” She did a double take at Digby defending her.   “Of course, right, of course. My apologies.”   The cost of everything was extremely expensive, but Digby seemed to pay it with no problem.   “Winston, if you could help them with their items?” Burgess asked the young Asian man, who immediately got another shopping cart to get the items. “Have a good day,” the owner said.   Berry nodded back, holding her plush animals in one arm while grabbing Digby’s hand again to feel safe (to her shock; she wasn’t expecting to be at a toddler’s security and comfort handholding phase already, which unnerved her quite a bit) with the other. Digby, to his credit, managed the shopping cart and handholding with Winston directing the other cart.   The items were quickly packed in the truck, and she chanced a look at the watch (which was loose around her wrist). It read 6:21 AM.   I’ll have time to get to my patients.   “Berry, is it all right if I pick up my boyfriend for his work and drop off the items at our place?” Digby asked, helping her get back in the truck. “You can still sit in the front, but it’s his truck I borrowed. It shouldn’t take too long, and we’ll make it to your work before eight.”   “Sure,” she muttered. She had been hoping not to meet the boyfriend, but it seemed it was inevitable.   “Okay. Let’s go.”   Digby drove the truck, keeping a close eye on the road, as Berry asked, “What does your boyfriend do?”   “Reuben used to be in the Army,” Digby said with a soft smile on his face. “He was a Ranger, nearly made the Green Berets…but the stupid bigotry - even though Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell was repealed by the time he made it, the special forces didn’t take kindly to gay men - destroyed his chances, and drummed him out of the Rangers. Now he does carpentry and construction. That’s why I didn’t buy a cot; he’ll make one, and it will be comfortable.”   She frowned deeply. “I’m not at that point,” she grumbled.   “Not yet. If this SAARS strain is anything like the others, you’ll need it, eventually.”   She grumbled more but didn’t say anything else as the car ride continued (until 6:34) to a nice two-story house in La Jolla. A tall (about 6’4”, if she had to guess), muscular Hispanic man with skin the color of mocha and light brown eyes to match, was there to greet Digby as both doctors got out of the truck, Berry hiding behind Digby, her thoughts filled with trepidation.   “Hey, Diggy,” Reuben said in a husky tone that, somehow, she heard as he kissed Digby on his lips, the Scots/Irish doctor falling into the kiss as a teen girl would.   “Hey, Ruby,” Digby whispered the obvious pet name after the kiss was done. “This is Berry.”   Berry shrunk at the sudden introduction, hiding behind Digby more (which was scaring her, how quickly she was falling into dependency on her daddy already. No, fellow doctor, damn SAARS to hell!)…but the Hispanic man’s eyes were kind and trustworthy as he knelt down to her level.   “Hello, Berry,” the big man said in a gentle tone. “I’m Reuben Iglesias. Feel free to greet me at your own pace; it’s no trouble.”   “O-of course,” she said, trying to get back some adult dignity as she shook Reuben’s hand.   “Do you want to sit in the front seat?” Reuben asked, his tone still extremely gentle.   “It’s okay, I’ll just…sit in the back,” Berry said meekly.   “Are you sure?”   “I am.”       “Before we go,” Digby’s voice cut in, his tone questioning, “do you need a nappy change, Berry?”   She felt the diaper underneath her skirt. Definitely wet but not enough for a change…yet.   “No, I think I’m good for now,” she said.   “Of course.”   Berry yawned, feeling very sleepy, as she entered the backseat of the truck (with assistance for the third time, this time by Reuben gently picking her up and sitting her in); she realized how early she had woken up, and a quick catnap at 6:37 would be good. She yawned again, closing her eyes and quickly falling into dreamland.   -   Hope y'all enjoyed~

Well, it's Friday, so here's the next chapter of A Little Loony. As a WARNING: animal abuse, the murder of a child, physical abuse, stated suicide, rabies, implied imprisonment, teen pregnancy, torture, and brainwashing. Viewer discretion is advised. If that hasn't scared you off, though? Read on:   -   Chapter Thirty-Four: Agonizing   -   Vaggie was feeling quite impatient.   She didn’t know what information Rosie had that was so important that it took priority over a war, information that apparently involved the baby Sinner in the crib, but it couldn’t be more important than the entire war, the second full-scale war that would hit the Hotel.   The angel stared into Charlie’s eyes with her single eye, having long since gotten used to having only one. She didn’t want a war that would kill more people, even people as bad as Lute or the Vees. It was bad enough seeing Pentious die (even though he became an angel afterward, his death had hit them hard). She couldn’t see Charlie, Angel, Husk, Niffty, Cherri, Pentious again; Hell, anyone get killed. Even those Hellborn were getting to know the Hotel residents, and they were getting along swimmingly…and they could die, and since they didn’t have souls…   Rosie interrupted her thoughts. “Dusty wouldn’t normally want his past shared, so I must swear all three of you to secrecy. Please don’t tell anyone else about this.”   “Of course,” Charlie said.   “Okay,” Vaggie echoed.   “Fine, can we get on with the story?” Blitz asked.   Rosie gave them a soft sad smile. “Dusty - as a human - was born in 1931 and died in 1947 to neglectful divorced parents who would shuttle him off to the other's house constantly. He owned a pet chinchilla named Sandy, doted on her every time he could, loved her as his only friend, and she loved him back in her own way…until she was tortured and murdered. A monster in human guise broke her legs and bashed her against a wall, leaving her for Dusty to find. He tried to get people to fess up, but since they felt like a chinchilla was ‘just a rodent’ that could be ‘replaced’, nobody helped him. Then, two years after Sandy had been murdered, he tried a Ouija board.   “Now, most of the time, those things don’t work, but he was desperate, having begged God and Heaven for answers and, of course, received none. But he came in contact with an Overlord, a truly vile and constantly enraged Overlord who was in charge of Hell’s distillery - shockingly enough, it’s not Valentino; this Overlord did not have the charisma Valentino has. The Overlord gave him proof: it was his then-four-year-old cousin who did it. When he confronted her, she laughed at him and said, ‘it’s just a stupid rat’.   “He shot her dead. Knowing his family would catch him and having nothing left to live for, he slit his wrists and then his throat when it took too long, and wound up in Hell as a baby, as Sinners who hurt children end up as children themselves. And to add further insult to injury, the chinchilla murderer that was his cousin ended up in Heaven.”   Dusty was whimpering and sobbing in his sleep, and Vaggie, despite feeling a bit of disgust that he murdered a young child, despite herself, pet him on the head, finding a pacifier for him to suck on, and slowly, he started to calm down.   “The Overlord took his rage out on Dusty daily. He would constantly be hurt, regenerate his wounds, be hurt again, regenerate, and the cycle would continue on and on…until I made a deal with that Overlord and eventually gained Dusty’s soul in my possession-”   “What does that have to do with my mom?” Blitz asked pointedly. “Or Loona’s mom, for that matter?”   “Getting there. Leviathan was a monster in Sin guise. She would murder her subjects on pure whimsical fantasy, pretending that she was the baddest witch in Hell, that she could do whatever she wanted to whoever she wanted. She showed no remorse for any of her crimes, no remorse for her worst acts as an angel that sent her to Hell, and no remorse when she hurt Blitz’s and Loona’s mothers.”   “What does that have to do with my mom?” Blitz seethed. “Get to the point!”   “Your mother, Blitz…she was originally human.”   Blitz’s eyes widened in stunned disbelief along with Charlie’s and Vaggie’s. “You’re fucking kidding me,” Blitz spat. “You’re not serious, are you? Bullshit to that!”   “I refuse to lie to you, Blitz,” Rosie said, her voice serious. “Your mother was once a human, a pregnant teenager in the 50s. Leviathan tried to make a deal with her that would improve her life but give up her soul in the process. She refused…and the Queen of Envy didn’t take too fondly to that; throwing temper tantrums over little things like that was something she’d do often. She ruined your mother’s life to the point where it caused her to eventually commit suicide by throwing herself in front of a train.   “Leviathan was not satisfied with that, not satisfied with her ending up in Hell. Not. One. Bit. So she destroyed your mother’s human soul, remade her body, turned her into an imp, so that, what was her quote? ‘She’d be the lowest of the low forever.’ Your mother vowed revenge, to kill Leviathan for ruining her life and so many others.   “It turned out Loona’s mother had similar thoughts. Leviathan infected her loving parents with Hellbies and forced her to watch them devolve into rabid animals as a child before throwing her into an awful pound. She ran away after they treated her horrifically, and she found, in your mother, a kindred spirit.   “Now, how to kill a Sin? They’re primordial, having been former angels. And how else would you kill an angel but with angelic weaponry?”   “There weren’t any Exterminations,” Vaggie said. “How would they get a hold of angelic weapons? And I can’t imagine it’s that easy to kill a Sin.”   “It’s not that easy, it’s true. It would take a truly pure soul to kill Leviathan with the angelic weapon that was built - the parts scavenged by Dusty, who is a surprising talented engineer - outfitted with a single angelic bullet of pure light that is impossible for the denizens of Hell to touch with their bare hands, lest they be burned to ashes.   “Dusty was responsible for finding the angelic light. Dusty was the one who molded it into the bullet that would kill Leviathan. Dusty was responsible for building the weapon that could kill even a Sin. Dusty was the one who got your mother and Loona’s mother into contact with Bee and Ozzie for information, and thus, both your mother and Loona’s mother changed the lives of Bee and Ozzie for the better; before meeting the Sins, they were as bad as Mammon ever was and only a little better than Leviathan.   “But Leviathan was not at peace after her death, and you can never fully kill a primordial Sin. She left an artifact of herself behind, a semblance of her power to give to whomever was envious enough and petty enough to find it. That happened to be Gunner…eventually.   “But as for your mother and Loona’s mother, Blitz, Lilith knew that it would be very bad if a mere imp and a hellhound could be responsible for ending a Sin’s life. There’s a certain hierarchy in Hell, as you well know. Lilith did not want anyone finding out…so she brainwashed both: your imp mother who became the succubus known as Tilla, keeping no remnants of her formerly fiery personality, and Loona’s mother, who became the opposite of what she once was: submissive and showing no signs of initiative or fight, who eventually became Gunner’s mate.   Rosie looked at the stunned group of three. “I ask this of all three of you: keep this silent and between you. Lilith is not one to be merciful towards those who destroy Hell’s sanctity.”   “But that’s…she…” Charlie bit her lip.   “We will,” Vaggie answered.   “Vaggie, why-”   “Charlie, your mom does not seem like a nice person. I’m sorry, but Hell’s hierarchy is already fucked enough, and she was afraid and wanting to keep the status quo.”   “She’s my mom, Vaggie!” Charlie shouted, making the ex-Exorcist feel small. “She may not be the nicest, but she’s still my mom, I can’t…”   Vaggie hugged Charlie, tears in both of their eyes. “I’m sorry,” Vaggie whispered. “I just…I don’t want you to get hurt…”   “WAAAAAAH!”   Vaggie turned to see the hellhound pup that was Loona bawling, obviously upset, as Blitz picked her up and bounced her on his knee.   “Hey, Loony,” he cooed, and Vaggie was shocked that this imp, who seemed brazen, brash, and confident to a ridiculous degree, was so gentle with his daughter. “What do you need? Food? Your toys? A fresh diaper? Wait…” His nose wrinkled. “Yep, definitely a fresh diaper. I’ll get it.”   “She’s not the only one,” Rosie sang, as she picked up the sleeping Dusty, unaware of everything in his slumber.   “Ooh, ooh, can I, Rosie?” Charlie asked, her eyes wide and excited, which Vaggie thought was cute.   “Hahah! Didn’t expect that from you,” the Overlord said gleefully. “I’ll have to-”   Then Lilith’s voice came over the Hotel intercom.   “Hello, denizens of Hell. Hear my words and tremble in fear. You may have forgotten who the Queen of Hell is. Let me remind you.”   All of the Sinners and Hellborn in the Hotel barged into the nursery as Vox proceeded to be humiliated over live television, waking Dusty up with a whine. Even Alastor, of all the people in the Hotel, teleported in with his shadows, his eyes narrowed, but with a typical wide grin.   “What the fuck’s going on, Charlie?” Angel Dust asked angrily. “Is that your mom?”   “Everyone, calm down,” the imp known as Moxxie said. “Let’s not panic-”   Then Lilith’s cold voice began the second song. And Vaggie saw the Hotel’s residents - with the exception of her, Charlie, and Lucifer; even Pentious was being affected, possibly because he was formerly of Hell - forcibly bowing down, completely prostrate to the floor, clearly in agony. Even Loona and Dusty were clearly in horrific pain, unable to make a sound, but with tears streaming down their faces.   Lucifer’s eyes were in total shock, hearing his wife for the first time in what seemed like forever, Charlie was desperately trying to help the others, and Vaggie…Vaggie was pissed off.   Why hurt your own subjects like this?! What’s the point of that? What’s the point of ANY of this?! she thought angrily, helplessly watching as almost everyone in the room was choking for air…like they truly were drowning, until Lilith ended the song with a cruel laugh.   Loona and Dusty were bawling out their pain, and everyone else was gasping, trying to breathe.   Then everyone - except Alastor, Rosie, and Loona, but even Dusty was a part of the screaming - simultaneously shouted two magical words.   “Holy shit!”   -   (Yes, I understand that I'm taking a lot of liberties by having a human turned into a Hellborn. I hope it's not too off-putting.) Hope you enjoyed~

I think advice on this front is very specific to your body's build. There are also "stations of the cross" beliefs about this that work for some people, while others come from completely different religions, and seem to do fine. There's probably a thousand pages to be found on which order to adhere the tabs in, for example. I'm lower-left-lower-right-upper-left-upper-right. And I usually banana (or hotdog bun) fold a disposable, but I don't engage in any vigorous fluffing up. Diaper cream is mandatory, baby powder is nice to have, but I don't tend to take baby powder with me when I travel, for example. It often intrigues the TSA x-ray inspectors. "Nothing to see here, just a bottle of baby powder, wedged between two stacks of diapers. Hopefully, you didn't also pick up the pacifier in my toiletries with my toothbrush..."  I just had to physically look at my diaper, in order to comment, because I've been wearing them so long, I honestly don't remember how I tape them - it's like remembering if you put your right or left sock on first. You've done it so often, you probably have to think about it. Or which side of your mouth you start brushing your teeth on - I'm sure I have a routine, but right now, I have no idea.  So, having had a look, the lower tabs on my current diaper (a Crinklz) seem to have a slight downward angle to them, while the upper tabs are pretty much horizontal. However, I have a pretty stocky build, so the upper and lower tabs are more or less placed inline with each other, vertically. I've seen diapers on thinner people, where the upper tabs are notably closer together than the lower ones, and often oriented on an angle, downward. 

I do it this way; but if you angle down too much it pulls hair on my legs or when wet it gets tight around my legs and rubs them.