PaddedWarriorPrince

Site was down when I posted this elsewhere but the Freezing prompt can take a flying leap, like I am off a Tallneck in Horizon FW. My only idea was depressing and I'm not doing that today, plus the new Paradox Pokemon made me want to play some Horizon today. The kidnapping dickheads from prompt 3 forcing some cryomancers to start some shit for anyone wondering, could be interesting, but I have had too good of a day to get into the mind of kidnapping dickbags.

Made super spicy pork curry last night with corn in the vegetable mix. Rumbley tummy this morning still in my night diaper... yah no, that can go in the potty. I don't want to deal with sitting in that. Probably the only time I would prefer to go in the potty. Do any of you have anything like that?

Have to agree with C. Antagonizing someone this hellbent on office politics is likely to get her 'misplaced' into the Regression course. Going to have to be subtle about this if Claire seems to be the bad guy. Maybe being a right bratty baby whenever it seems mommy has to potty herself?

Juggernaut *In on a huge man in blue armor wielding a warhammer* I'm a vanguard Paladin, taking the fight to the forces of darkness. Raaah" *Pan out as he smashes a sickly looking bird demon with more on the way. He talks to the camera as he fights." "And when I'm out here fighting evil I don't have time to skip off to some silly potty every time I have to go. Out here when you say 'oh shit', well…" *a massive roar sounds out across the battlefield, pan to a massive scaley, horned monster, towering over the other demons. Paladin and his men rush forward.* "That's why I requisition Juggernaut Diapers." *pan down and x-ray his lower armor to show the steel grey padding around his waist and those of his soldiers.* "Unbreakable as my armor, but soft as a feather, Juggernauts are built to stand up to the kind of fear us front liners go through every day." *the boss's sword swings down towards him, but a subtle blue glow surrounds his small squad and deflects it.* "Juggernauts linked defense boost means they have my back as well as my backside." *a package of Juggernaut Diapers falls covering the screen. Pan out to Paladin sitting on it in his tent* "Juggernaut, for a diaper as unstoppable as you are." —- Little different style this time, going for a commercial. Not any particular universe, but would fit in RPG pretty easily.

Silence Morgan was unnerved, and what worried her was why. Cars trundled past outside, forks clinked against plates, the low murmur of conversation flowed around her, all in all the familiar cacophony of a moderately busy restaurant she was familiar with from work. But the lack of one sound made it seem as silent as a vault in her mind. The ever-present soft crinkle that had permeated her life for the past six months was missing. She had decided to go full time over the last semester, and her increased presence in the community meant she had been surrounded by subtle and not so subtle crinkles for most of a year. But now here she was, back in panties while visiting her parents. She had already narrowly avoided catastrophe when she unthinkingly let go for a second while making coffee this morning like she usually did, quick thinking had her 'clumsily' misjudge her pour and spill water down her front. She was lucky she hadn't figured out bedwetting yet, or she would have had to sneak them in bed. Was she getting too into this? Was this something she really wanted for her life, or was this just a horny college fad? Most of the people she had met through this new part of her life were amazing, but could she handle coming out to her regular friends, her family, if she decided this was really how she wanted to live her life? She looked at the Mac and cheese side she had impulsively ordered with her steak like it held the secrets of the universe, before taking a bit of both on her fork. It tasted good. —- Shorter than the previous ones, but it feels right to have no dialog in a short about silence. Once again in my Kids Table Universe. These shorts are really helping me flesh out my settings outside the main entries and I like that.

Tickled The weekly sleepover had finally calmed down a bit, and they were watching Titanic and drinking beer for the thousandth time when Lia out of nowhere asked "you know what the best thing about dating an artist in the morning is?" Alice, remembering where her best friends head had been all night glowered and said "if this is another sex joke you will regret it." Her resulting smirk was all the answer she needed, "He can cock and doodle me." "There wasn't even mention of a chicken!" "Rooster, morning, Ack!" Any further explanation was interrupted by a pillow to the face and a flying tackle tickle. The assault lasted for about a minute before Lia cried out through her laughter "wait, stop, your going to make me piss my pants." Causing Alice to draw back immediately. After a second of getting her giggles back under control Lia looked at Alice confused and asked "why did you stop?" "You said you were going to," Alice started, before remembering this was her incontinent best friend who had never known when she had to piss in her life, "Oh you fucking brat." She renewed her tickling attack. "I can't believe you fucking fell for that!" Lia howeled, kicking her feet in the air, and showing her diaper up her skirt which was indeed wet, "best friends for sixteen years, and you somehow forget I'm still in diapers." "Yah, well," Alice pulled back again and leaned against the couch, "it was sort of on my mind anyway." "Hey, woah, that's a grump face, no grumps during sleepovers." "Sorry, it's just, I was fooling around with Sara the other day and I didn't stop when she said that, totally killed the mood." Lia snorted, reaching for her beer, "like the prissy bitch doesn't wake up soaked like everybody else. I don't know what you see in her." "And I don't get your obsession with penis, sort of part of being a lesbian." "I don't mean physically, most of the school agrees she's hot as fuck, I mean she's had a stick lodged up her ass since potty training. We were pretty tight back in elementary school, but once I gave up on training at thirteen she completely wrote me off." Alice sighed, "pretty sure she just wrote me off too." Lia downed the rest of her beer, "Hey, none of that, fun night remember. Besides, you have that Telendri exchange student you've been gushing about coming in a few weeks. Better to end your whole friends with benefits thing with miss priss so you can focus on that epic romance you've been planning. Now," she patted her rump, "pretty sure I did more than wet during your attack there, so I'm going to go change. Why don't you put your night one on a bit early, grab us a few more drinks, and pop in one of your lesbian romantic comedies for ideas." Alice took a deep breath, chugged the rest of her own beer, and nodded before launching in for another quick tickle. —- Takes place shortly before the start of my Cultural Differences in a World of Nighttime Incontinence, a world were everyone is a bedwetter and 7% of the population have some form of daytime Incontinence like Lia.

Freedom Morgan glanced at the hardly moving bathroom line and smiled to herself as she took in and released some liquid at the same time. Her six months as a bartender had her coming up with a dozen ways she could improve the small mixer she was sipping, but it was part of the sorority party experience to get trashed on cheap drinks, and since this was her first one she wasn't going to mess with tradition. The second part of sorority party tradition was seated next to her, a bubbly freshman pledge who was looking to do some good old college experimenting and had been pointed her way. A history major by the name of Courtney McFaden, she had an innocent look to her, especially dolled up like a little girl as part of her hazing, but from some of her flirting so far she had a bit of a naughty side. Morgan wondered how she would react if she showed her own newfound bratty side, she also wondered how she would react when their dresses came off showing both of their padding, though hers would be thoroughly soaked. Courtney had already confided in her that the little girl getup the pledges had been told to wear for the night included diapers as well in anticipation of Morgan taking it off her later, not that Morgan hadn't already known. The dresses were big and poofy enough to hide most visual cues, but the way they walked and sat was unmistakable to her now aware mind. That and Mike and Heather, her bosses and the owners of The Kids Table, had told her about this party as how they met and got into ABDL when Heather was a pledge. Noticing the slightly younger girl stealing furtive glances at the bathroom line as well, Morgan got a naughty idea in her head. "Dare ya to use that diaper instead." Courtney's head whipped around so fast they almost hit, a blush creeping up her cheeks, "Am I that obvious?" "Only if you know what to look for. Come on, I am enjoying our time together, and it would be a shame to break it up for you to go stand in that long line. Besides, I dared you." "I don't know, these feel so much thinner than my usual diapers." It took a second for her brain to catch up to her mouth and she stammered, "wait, um, I mean…" Morgan's smile grew and she gave her a pointed look, "Um, I have a little problem with, at night, not every night, not even most nights but just in case, I mean um, I'm a bedwetter." The poor girls face was practically glowing red by the time she blurted that out. "I've never worn while awake before, but I know these cheap store brand ones haven't worked for me since I was sixteen. There is a little local place with much better quality I go to." Morgan smirked at her, "I know it," she took hold of her hand and subtly pressed it against her own padded crotch as she let go, causing Courtney to gasp, "and believe me, there is nothing more freeing than looking at a bunch of other girls desperate to go while you can just go and carry on with your life. Just go, and then I will change you into something a bit better, maybe you want to change me too?" "OK, that was actually super fucking hot." Courtney was biting her lip, either in arousal or desperation Morgan couldn't tell, maybe both, "OK, umm," she waited a second and looked down as though she could see her own padding through her dress, "how do you just go?" "Hmm, yah it can be hard the first few times. What if I" and without warning her hands lashed out and pressed on her bladder, the little gasp and moan told her that her plan had worked perfectly. After about a minute Courtney not so subtly checked herself. "No leaks? Good," she tossed back the rest of her drink, "now come dance with me." "Wait, dance?" Courtney hissed, "what about that change?" "We aren't leaking, so that can wait a bit. Come on," she shot a pointed look at the bathroom line again, "enjoy the freedom of our padding a bit longer. I want you dripping wet in more ways than one when we get to your room." Courtney let out a little squeal at that, but chugged her own drink and followed her onto the dance floor. —- Another one set in my A Seat at the Kids Table world, a few years earlier.

Any oddness and mistakes in spelling, grammer, or pacing I apologize for and blame on writing all of these in about an hour before work, though I do brainstorm basic ideas beforehand. None of these are proofread or edited, sort of like written sketches.

Magical Children are messy. Bathrooms are messy, especially any public ones. These two truths were something parents had to deal with in a world where disease was the biggest fear on everyone's mind. Approximately a third of parents took a look at these facts and decided that the logical solution would be to hold off on potty training until their children were out of their grubbyist ages, it didn't take that long for things to begin to change. A year after the end of lockdown two five year old boys were recorded producing and throwing warm balls of light at each other. Three months later a six year old girl was reported to briefly animate a stuffed toy to join her in a tea party. Reports began pouring in of young children producing unexplained phenomenon that could only be called magic. After a year of research and hundreds more reports of escalating magic scientists finally hit on a commonality, only children that were delaying potty training were showing these magical abilities. Six months later scientists discovered why. An undiscovered pea sized organ was found growing between the bladder and bowels of an untrained eight year child during a routine surgery. A flurry of research followed, showing the organ was present in everyone in a vastly reduced state. Simulations were run, and showed that the strengthening and flexing of the waste organs during and after potty training pushed on the smaller organ, tenderizing it and leaving it nowhere to grow. Once the reproductive organs got their own hits in during puberty the organ was a shriveled, rice sized or smaller, appendix hanging on to the base of the bladder for dear life. What was the purpose of this organ I hear you ask? Just like it's nearby siblings store and then expel liquid and solid waste, the newly named manala dealt with a previously unknown gaseous waste, environmental mana both breathed in and naturally occurring in foods. In it's shrunken state it only held enough to boost minor feats, things often attributed to good luck or adrenaline, as it grew it allowed for much more overt magical displays. Twenty years on the world is a much different place. Most people choose to potty train around ten or later to allow themselves some degree of magical power, and a small portion decide to forgo it entirely, taking on the role of Mages. One such mage is Laura Kenderson, head of ANAMA, the Accredited North American Mages Academy, the young girl who's animation of a stuffed toy was one of the first reports of magic. As the longest term known face of magic use, the young boys who threw the first fireballs had been potty trained shortly afterwards, she had seen it as her duty to lead and teach the mages of this new world. So why, you may ask, is she currently meditating in a decoy fridge of a stakeout truck disguised as a taco truck instead of teaching a class on imaginative uses of low power magic, or the effects different food have on the mana they give like pooping corn for the soul? Well, not everyone was happy with the direction the world was headed. The group wasn't named, not one they could find anyway, but they were a particularly zealous, and hypocritical, group of potty purists. Most potty purists were fine, they potty trained their children in the old ways, sometimes suggested others do the same, and went about their days. This group though kidnapped and indoctrinated untrained children to use in violent attacks to show the dangers of allowing magic to exist. Stopping this was just as much her job as teaching was. Her three stuffed mice scurried through the vents of the warehouse, looking for any sign of the children that had gone missing recently… there, the unmistakable smell of dirty diapers coming from her constructs plastic senses, as opposed to the same smell permeating her hiding spot, she was glad this was almost over. Sending all three to the correct vent she surveyed the room and gasped. The children were locked in what their captors probably charitably thought of as cribs, but the locking top gave the true name of cages. Pacifiers strapped over their mouths and thick mittens on their hands, she guessed to stop any arcane gestures or magic words, superstitious morons. The only other thing they wore was a thick diaper, all desperately in need of a change, their soft crying only occasionally broken by a shouted "shut up in there." Biting back a snarl she had her mice sneak through the grates and down the wall, stopping in front of one of the seven 'cribs'. The child inside instantly stopped their crying and whispered "took you long enough, babe." "Shush honey, you're the one that masked your signature, now let's get these kids out of here." The mouse bit back, before she teleported to it's location. The kids gasped as she appeared and one of their number suddenly grew to adult size, but her soft shushing stopped any questions. She began unlocking the cages and getting the kids out as her partner began forming a gate back to the school. Three other mages came through as they finished, two leading the kids back through. Her partner looked over, cracked their knuckles, and loudly said "now let's give them something to cry about!" —- Finally a new setting. Can you tell I like diaper normalcy lol.

Underground Tina was really getting sick of the cold, dark, and damp, and was especially peeved at being away from her husband for so long, but Riley had requested her on this mission for her fairy heritage, and she knew Robby would be just a liability here. The fungal fiends the dark druid had animated were heavily resistant to physical damage, and being composed of the super absorbent mushrooms the Dwarves used for their diapers meant that his usually devastating Mess attacks would just heal the monsters instead. As it was their team composition still wasn't the best for this questline, but they made do. Kyle and the Dwarven elemancer Rigal hit them with ice and fire, Riley and Karen kept them buffed and topped off on changes, and Tina did her best impression of a discount Druid to briefly turn a few to their side. The Dwarves had been desperate for their help, in more ways than one. Until the menacing mycelium master was defeated the underground dwellers were forced to rely on imported surface diapers and materials, lest he start an incursion from within their own city. Still, she hoped they found him soon, this silent, subterranean city he had claimed as his base was seeping into her brain. She was a fairy, she was supposed to be frolicking in forests and fields, not forcing fungal foes to focus fire on eachother. On top of that they were down to two or three fights left of changes, and that's if he didn't have a surprise up his sleeve. She was cursing herself a few minutes later when they came face to face with the druid, and behind him was a massive Deep Dragon and three of the largest fungus monsters they had seen so far. The beasts roar shook the roof of the cave, and the sudden heft in her pants from the scare attack told her exactly what the villain had planned. —- This takes place in my RPG (Rotten Pants Guild) stories.

Secret Sally chuckled to herself as the bartender walked off. She would need to head to the changers soon herself, but Morgan had asked her to stick around and keep an eye on her babies, and who was she to deny that. "Klor patha, mommy! Need a drink?" Courtney said as she bounced over. "Klor patha kaduz, pa'ella, if you're going to speak it, at least do a whole phrase please. Klor patha kaduz! Skes kalador pava gris? And yes please, razzmil and rum." Courtney turned an adorable shade of pink, and Sally laughed. Most of her babies loved being talked to in a language they didn't understand, it deepened the immersion, so as a linguist and historian she was especially well suited to scratching that itch for them, it is what had got her into the community in the first place. It helped the drinks here were fantastic, the combination of sweet, tangy, and creamy in their raspberry milk reminded her of something from back home. She spent the next few minutes babbling to the Littles around the bar, and telling small stories that they ate up, before seeing Morgan leave the changers which appeared empty from the quick glance she got before the door closed. She hated having to hide herself, and only changing during low traffic times was a pain, but she couldn't stand the thought of her babies finding out her secret and shunning her, which would definitely happen if they saw how her waste was distributed in her diaper. They just weren't ready, maybe a few more years. Locking herself in a self change stall, she opened her diaper and began cleaning around her waste unit on her lower back, humans would probably call it a cloaca, but to her it was just were the waste tube had been in her birthing tank. Her species had long since lost their reproductive organs to disuse, having been using a form of genetic mixed cloning for a hundred generations before she was born. Perhaps that is why she had jumped into the role of mommy so eagerly? It was something she would never have gotten to experience back home as birthing tanks grew you to full maturation in approximately three cycles back home, or two earth years. Her studies as a historian told her of the times of live births and childhoods, but the war had necessitated a quicker maturation time and more genetically perfect soldiers, and eventually the whole species had adapted to it's 'easier' methods. As she left the changers she thought on what the next few years would bring and had to stifle a laugh. Last she knew Kasaka Beldua was head of the First Contact unit and he was, to use a human phrase, a right dick. He had assigned her to 'observe some primitives that are coming close to contact' as a punishment for her brother breaking up with him. Jokes on him, she loved it here and she couldn't wait to see the look on his face, and on the face of the human governments, when it became known that their best choice for translators preferred light up shoes and going toilet in their pants. She had spent the last ten years secretly teaching the most common galactic trade language to the ABDL community, and using important bits of galactic history as bedtime stories and in her writings for their enjoyment. It should only be about five more years before he stepped off a ship, made his grand pronouncement, and was met with an excitable babbling little that he would have no clue what to do with. Courtney was an especially astute student, working on a history doctorate with a focus on languages herself. Perhaps when the time came she would reach out and see if she wanted to help with a group of undergrads who would just so happen to be doing field work study where she would tell the old bastard to land. —- Whelp, my Kids Table universe now has a secret Sci-Fi side. I caught a bad case of the lores.

To force myself to get back into writing I am setting myself a challenge I am calling Authorgust. 31 days, 31 1 word prompts. I will be happy of I get through half, but here they all are. Watch this space for the stories, some connected to some of my previous work, some standalone. Anyone who feels like joining in, feel free. If I get through 3/4 I might do it again next year. 1 secret: 2 underground: 3 magical: 4 freedom: 5 tickled. 6 silence M 7 juggernaut: 8 freezing 9 future 10 swimming 11 mountain 12 moon 13 explore 14 farm 15 guilt 16 frayed 17 tent 18 falling 19 connected 20 hungry 21 dive 22 rich 23 invent 24 rhythm 25 virtual 26 endless 27 storm 28 vision 29 jungle 30 famous 31 escape

Terrifying and wonderfully written.

A tentative study into advances in diapering, their effect on potty training, and its corollary to average age play ages. Let me be upfront that this will be largely scattered and stream of consciousness style as this was written in one draft more as a question posed than a true study, though the appended polls may be used to form one. Recent research into the history of diapers in preparation for more historic based stories and flashback portions of modern stories led me to the information that my generation, early 90s, was the first generation to have the Pull-Ups products for potty training. Introduced in 89, but not really advertised until 91. Learning this triggered a memory of my mother explaining the products with excitement to my great-grandmother, my mind had just been glossing over the fact that prior generations did not have access to this 'amazing innovation in toilet training' a garment the child can take on and off on their own. As such ABDLs from before this time do not have deep formed early memories of these products, with the related Goodnites line for bedwetting being introduced in 94, around when those trained on the first Pull-Ups might begin needing them, further extending the time frame of these memories. This progression shows in the ABDL media over time. These days it is almost as common to see photos, video, or drawing of Pull-Ups as diapers and creators freely swap between the 2, conversely Cloth is seldom seen, especially in 'live' media. Go back 10 years and Disposables dominate, with ABDL disposables coming onto the market around then as well, and there is much debate over whether Pull-Ups even counted as diapers. The children of the 90s had just entered a scene still dominated by the children of the 80s where disposables, though not new, had become much more affordable and effective, and the collective consciousness mirrored. Trends swiftly began to, not exactly change so much as expand. As a time dominated by the introduction of the internet and the massive proliferation of available entertainment old trends held on instead of fading into the background. Some of this is due to most of the old trends still being prevalent even to today's children, Strollers and Cribs aren't going anywhere soon for example, but many of the new trends were also those that, in their time, were the paraphernalia of older children. Light up shoes, vibrant cloths and designs, playgrounds and most especially Pull-Ups. Especially in drawn media the idealized Adult Baby appears to be shifting to Adult Toddler. And I belive this shift can be lain at the feet of the pullup itself. This innovation in potty training allowed for easier and more comprehensive training, but also extended training. Parents felt less pressured to rush potty training to save themselves from extensive diaper changes and torn and wasted unused 'just in case' diapers, wasted money, during the late days of training. Looking at potty training suggestions and ages across the years lends credence to this theory. With a general suggestion of starting around 18 months up to the 90s to starting at 3 or later now. This also is shown in that the main advancement of diapers from the late 2000s on has been an increase in size. Some of this is down to an increase in size of children, but later potty training ages must also account for such a shift. Children grow quickly, especially at those ages, and where there is demand you will find supply. Why then though? Well, it's when the early 90s children, our Pull-Up generation, would have begun to have children of our own. Our skewed perspective and hazy remembrance of how long it is socially acceptable to still be padded and pissing ourselves led to more leniency in training of the next generation. As for myself and the reflections that made me decide to write this paper, for the longest time I had thought myself purely DL, I had no desire for the AB side of images that were prevalent when I was first discovering this side of myself in the late 2000s, Cribs, Strollers, bottles, soft pastels and babyish prints held no appeal to me. But then my people came on the scene, and with them imagery that did resonate me. A far cry from those early days I now consider myself 50/50, but that little side isn't 1 or 2, but more around 4, based on an expansion of the brief relapse after being full trained for a while I had at late 3. My mother agreed to put me back in diapers for a few months if I promised to retrain by the time my youngest brother was born a month before I turned 4. The question now being do my experiences and extrapolation match reality, or am I seeing patterns where there are none. As much as I would like a comprehensive poll including decade of birth, padding preferences, and little age, putting such into 1 poll would make for far too many options to be feasible, while splitting it into 3 polls would lose out on easy checking of correlation. To that end I have the following poll. https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLScWtecz3qPCFQJSdmEqcKA-gHP_9iKS3xKFqIZhg0lz30uPzg/viewform?usp=sf_link

Yah, being able to wear a skirt or dress with no questions for concealment purposes, not having to deal with an erection making it difficult to let go, and the fact I need to wear smalls to fit due to weight, but some of those don't work 'length wise' so to speak when I am pointed up which I like to be when messing. Other than that I am perfectly happy being male.

My wife and my mother. My mother found out when I was younger and didn't know about private browsing, she told me about it, how to use it, and asked me to tell my brother a few years later. Other than that no mention of it, though I do rarely wear around her discreetly. My wife I told and she is OK with me wearing casually, though doesn't interact with it much. She is fine with sex while wearing as long as it is clean, and wears cloth herself for her monthly but doesn't use it other than that and barely acknowledge's it while I am wearing.

S2 covered by a pink Large Northshore Suprime, covered by a Rearz Halloween cover. The S2s are my current discreet option for wearing in town, and the Supreme's I got because my wife said she might try wearing again over my last vacation. She wears cloths for her monthy, but can't bring herself to go in them, and didn't like the feeling of plastic last time we tried them and still doesn't. Someone has to use them up, but they are pretty leak prone due to the size difference, pretty much the only place they 'fit' is ample coverage for upwards wetting.

This morning while drinking my coffee. S2 with a Rearz (I think) cover. Wet while making the coffee as I am still not usually able to relax enough to wet while laying down, and then sat down to scroll the net. I was actually able to mess while sitting across the couch, cat on my lap was probably really happy I didn't have to get up and disturb him to potty.

You wrote the pun first didn't you. This was amazing. Great work as always.

Omorashi.org has a section for diaper stories that has some really good ones, but only about 1 new story a week and most are slow to update (though I am one to talk). The Wetting stories section will also often see a diaper story, or one with a mix pop up.

They might? I remember years ago my mom sitting me down and telling me about 'Private' browsing so my siblings didn't run into the stuff I was looking at. She didn't mention anything specific though, so whether she saw what it was or I was just at that age I don't know, and now it was over half my life ago so I don't know if she would remember what it was if she did. She asked me to give the same talk to my brother when the time came a few years later, so it is a pretty generic thing to say. As for dynamic changes, I would think most families would be in the 'as long as it's not hurting anyone keep it to yourself and your partners' camp. The age you would be around them the most you aren't going to have enough money to go full time realistically, but maybe nighttime, at which point maybe your sister gets bathroom priority and that's all you say about it.

I have started work on a Little RPG and would like some feedback on these Pokemon style elements of a little. Are there any I am missing? Do the strengths and weaknesses make some degree of sense? Bratty Weak: Care, Fussy, Playful. Resist: Cute, Silly Care Weak: Cute, Curious, Shy. Resist: Bratty, Fussy Creative Weak: Bratty, Curious, Shy. Resist: Fussy, Playful Curious Weak: Fussy, Shy, Silly. Resist: Care, Playful Cute Weak: Bratty, Curious, Playful. Resist: Care, Silly Fussy Weak: Bratty, Care, Creative. Resist: Cute, Playful Playful Weak: Care, Curious, Shy. Resist: Bratty, Silly Shy Weak: Bratty, Fussy, Playful. Resist: Care, Cute Silly Weak: Creative, Curious, Fussy. Resist: Bratty, Playful

As a fantasy gamer and fan as well as a Streamer myself this is just so fun, the second hand embarrassment is almost physical.

The Cute tag is just perfect for this. Very well done, wish I could donate through the screen for the puppers.

This was super fun to participate in, thank you for setting it up @PeculiarChangeling. Congrats to the winners, your stories were awesome. @FFUyours probably spoke to me a bit more as a fantasy gamer and streamer myself. Really hoping to see more of all of your works