Angelkat

"Aww, come on, Do I need to talk to your boss? I bet I can convince her to give you some time off! Just take the whole summer off and hang out with me!" She didn't have much time to try and convince her sister to take the time off. In no time at all her food had arrived and Alissa went off to pay for it. Rather to attempt to pay for it. "Again?" She scowled to herself as she plucked the credit card up from her sister's hand and headed over towards the door. "Here, just swipe the damn thing and give me the food." The man glared back at her and grumbled out a few rude comments before returning her sister's credit card to her again. Taking the food under her hand she returned to her sister and set it down on the living room's table. "Wow, he was kind of a jerk right? Not giving food to my little sister just cause she doesn't look old enough. Jeeze!" She couldn't resist the urge to tease Alissa about it at least a little. It would help her feel better about it if she joked a bit.

"Of course Allykins." She winked back at her sister and grabbed the girl's cup. Returning a few moments later with no trouble and a full glass. In her other hand she held a soda for her own consumption and set them both down on the table before them. Groaning inwardly some as the movie's start came on. It really was the sing-a-long version her sister seemed to love. Though, she could have been wrong, she doubted it though, about it all maybe one of these days her sister would prove her wrong? Nah, that wasn't likely. "So, Sis, what are you going to do now that you aren't working? Do you have any plans for the summer?" If it was anything like the last summer Allissa would no doubt run herself ragged at work or something of the like.

Maiya nodded and chuckled back at her sister. "Alright, just remind me after dinner and the movie alright? Otherwise just ask if you need something you silly goose!" It would certainly make things easier if her sister could get everything from the crisper, and not needing the stool, but there was something adorable about having her sister have to climb up just to get juice or even worse have to ask Maiya for help. One of these days she was going to have to just accidentally lose that stool. No, no, that'd be mean wouldn't it? "Come on, your movie is about to start! Don't make me watch this darn thing by myself when you know I don't want to build anymore snowmen!"

For once she let her self-control slip and audibly groaned as she stood up with the Blu-Ray in hand. "Alright, but if I'm watching this than I get to pick desert and we're having caramel chocolate chip ice cream. Oh, and just get me a burger and some fries from Applebees." Sometimes it was a pain being the tall one. Grumbling to herself she pushed the disc in, resisting the urge to break it in half, and set the horribly annoying sing-a-long program up for her and her sister to watch. At least she'd get a good meal out of it. There was no doubt she'd eat the meal too considering how hungry she felt. She felt like she could have eaten the whole cow and then half of her sister while she was at it.

"Yes, you've probably said that a few hundred times by now Alissa. You and every other person in the history of ever hate finals. They're an evil little gift they give us to torture us one more time before we get to go on break and as for Pizza for dinner.... is that before or after we watch Frozen for the five-hundredth time?" A subtle little jab at her sister's shirt that she couldn't quite resist. "Don't tell me you've been browsing the Elsanna boards on reddit again? If I go upstairs will I find Elsa and Anna 'snuggling' again?" She couldn't help but tease her sister at least a little bit when she was being so cute. Her and just about everyone in the world had gone crazy for the movie but Maiya had yet to make it through one sitting without nodding off or wandering off to watch something more interesting, IE something with more explosions in it, but if it made her sister happy who was she to complain? "If we're doing Pizza though, can we get something that isn't a greasy mop of cheese this time?"

It still took all of her self-control to contain a giggle fit when Alissa called her that. It was so.. very childish but it suited an older sister that people continued to mistake for her little sister. She supposed it didn't help that her sister had to buy things in the adolescent aisles and was still wearing hand-me-downs from her own closet. Shrugging the thoughts away she collapsed onto the couch with a heavy sigh. "Not much I guess. I babysat for the new family down the road for a few hours and then did some work on my computer. It's been kind of a slow day. Their little daughter just slept the whole time. It was easy money I guess. How about you? Your last day of school right?" She was sure her sister's last day of school was more entertaining than her watching a barely potty-trained toddler sleep on their couch.

Maiya let out a small chuckle to herself as she heard the telltale thump of her sister's platform shoes kicking off against the wall. It was hard not to hear those heavy things slamming into the wall no matter where you were in the house. There parents had complained about it in the past but now they were off enjoying their retirements and Maiya and Alissa were left home to their own devices. For the most part Alissa thought she ran the place, and she paid a large chunk of the bills,. but it was hard for her to do the job considering most people didn't believe she was actually twenty-one. Maiya was the one that paid the bills in person and did the shopping while Alissa was off at college. Now that her older sister's term was over though maybe that would change? The girl shrugged to herself and slipped as quietly as she could down the stairs to congratulate her sister on making it through her first term. Alissa was officially a Sophmore now.. or something along those lines. The teen cut her way into the living room and gave a little way to her sister. "Need a hand sis?" Alissa looked to be struggling with the stool and the glass of juice in hand. It was something Maiya had never had a problem with. She'd been taller than her older sister since she was ten. She'd long since stopped being called the 'little sister' and had moved on to the 'younger sister' to give her sister a bit of an esteem boost. Every time she was called 'big' it was a slap in the face to their full foot size difference. It wasn't every day a younger sister could pick up her elder sibling and carry them around if they wanted to. Something, at this very minute, Maiya managed to resist doing.

Animated wise? Digimon was my go to. I loved Gundam as well (Still do), Toonami was my go to thing after school! Amusingly, despite liking the Pokemon game franchise I didn't care for the anime. Live-Action? Power Rangers. I watched it almost religiously until I was around fourteen? All That (The Teen Nick reruns are still great)

Oh, good god. TITLES. The bane of my existence. I've wanted to throw things up before and call them: "Just another diaper story" >....> Stupid titles.

A, possibly, misleading title. I'm asking what the hardest part for you writing a story is. I believe a topic like this might have been created ages ago but peoples difficulties change (In my experience) And even if it hasn't I prefer not to necro old threads. I'm just curious to see how some of our more prolific writers and even the amateurs/newcomers write and what they find difficult. If you have a few things feel free to say them all! Maybe we'll get a few tips for writing from one another? Hahaha... In my own example: Messing scenes. I Love the humiliation that it can impart and how infantile it can make any character become. It is.. like the last vestige of 'adulthood' fading away from them. (In my opinion at least) I should stress this is in regards to AR/AB stories and not that of an adult who has incontinence issues but they are.. two entirely different domains. My issue is just... I find it hard to write them.. they either seem very crappy (pardon the pun) and poorly done, IMO, when I write them or.... they prove disgusting. It's hard to get a balance for them. More than anything it's the most annoying thing I come across when I write. How about you lot? I'm curious to hear from you all even if it's something as simple as not being able to come up with names. Come at me guys <3

There is a rule in writing an action plot for pretty much any form of entertainment: Bad Guys can't hit anything. The rare occasions they do are to trigger other plot devices like the death of a character or an injury that sparks XYZ to happen.

TL;DR of an excuse for why this came so late. I had a surgery on my wrist a while back. I've mentioned it a few times in the past. Ontop of having life hit me and having very little time on the internet the wrist decided to hate me. So when I wanted to start writing.. I couldn't. On a good note: I've got details for this finally written down (other than in my brain) and Plotted the next couple of chapter's out in heavy detail. (Le-Gasp!) So, Hopefully it won't take me so long for the next chapter. This one's a bit longer (Nearly twice as long as chapter one), introduces some more important characters, and start's some fun~ (Before you ask, Diane is not Wonder Woman, I just liked the name. >_>)

I.. Know this thread hasn't been posted in about a month.. but I need to vent and say: Freaking Titles. I CANT FOR THE LIFE OF ME NAME THINGS RIGHT

Newest Story. Uploaded to here, and not my blog yet, simply to give you guys a teaser. It's here on DD For a reason, so, just because there is a lack of Diaper or LG or AR content as of now doesn't mean something of the sort at some point soon. I'm taking this from a plot/story standpoint. Don't expect anything of that sort to be forced. Simply enjoy a story. A diaper story set in *Le Gasp* A world with super heroes? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Super heroes are idiots. Ever since the.. whatever happened and people actually started getting real powers and abilities things had escalated to stupid levels in a hurry. Sure, it was cool to be able to lift things with your mind, or to punch a hole in a tank, but what did that really get you? Trouble, that's what. When people started developing powers other people noticed and soon there were aliens joining in the mix. I nnow, I sound crazy, but come you've all seen the green guy right? Yeah, he's an alien. He's not the only one but that's not the important part. The important part? I want absolutely nothing to do with them. Sure, if I was normal that'd be obvious but, you see, I'm not exactly normal. On a scale of one to ten you can rate my power-set at about twelve. I call it 'Magic' because it might as well be. I basically do whatever my imagination can think of as long as I focus hard enough. Yeah, it's pretty crazy. It's why I stay out of these things. I don't want it, I never have, never will. I just want to be normal is that so hard to ask? Apparently this crazy guy thinks so. Right, can you see him? The guy over there on the left trying to rob this bank. Nobody sees him yet, nobody knows, he hasn't drawn that rediculous gun, at least I think it's a gun, from his bag yet. How do I know? You weren't listening very well were you. Magic. I Just know and I hate that I know because I know something else. He's not alone. There's three more of them here in this place and all together they're packing enough firepower to level the place and the next three banks they plan on hitting. Freaking lasers or something. I don't know. The worst part? They aren't going to let anyone walk out of here alive. Not even the mother and her kid over there in the corner. She's just waiting for her husband to finish depositing his check so they can go out for a meal. Just normal people things. The kind of things I wish I could do. So, what do I do when I'm faced with all this death and a group of idiot's with lasers? I take my place in the line as it moves forward towards the bankteller. Whoa, I can hear you now, screaming at me over it. Why don't you save them? Why don't I? How do you know I haven't? You hear that cracking sound? That's the glass giving in as the real hero breaks in to save the day. Yep, there he his. All suited up in his nice fancy techno-armor. Technically he doesn't have any superpowers of his own. He's just a genius. His suit's made of nano-something or other, I suck with science don't hassle me, basically he's a six on the power scale when he's wearing it. Without it? He's still a six because he can just build a laser out of toothpicks and a can of diet coke. One EMP, three concusive blasts, and a witty oneliner later and he's saved the day. He tells the gaurd he detected the technology and didn't think that tech like that being in a bank was a good thing. That's not what how it went down. He knows it. I know it. The guard probably doesn't. He glances over at me for a second, nobody but me notices, I give him a weak smile before I turn to the lady at the counter. "So, about that checking account?" She laughs at me and just goes about her job. Everyone does. With the guy in the suit of fancy armor carrying the robbers away there isn't anything else to do. Stuff like that is normal these days. It's become habit to barely blink at something that a decade ago would have gotten screams and faints. Not today. The couple and their kid go off to have their pizza and I open a checking account and deposit the minimum into it to keep it open and running. I tell the lady I've got more and that I'll deposit it in a few days but I'm lying. Being a freak doesn't pay much. The walk home is both a long and a noisy one. Police sirens blare, people chat on their phones, and the city around me hums with a million other noises. I tune them out as I head into my apartment. He thinks he's being clever, or sexy, maybe mysterious, he's sitting in my desk chair with a glass of scotch waiting for me. He's the guy I mentioned earlier, in the suit of nanosomething armor, the one I told about the robbery. He cracks a smile at me and offers me a glass of scotch. Politely I give him a, "No." He frowns and swallows down both his own and the one he poured for me. "Thanks for the heads up Amanda. They were packing some serious heat. If you weren't there things would have gotten ugly." He reminds me of the gift I don't want. The gift I used to send him that simple message. Okay, so it wasn't that simple. I Sent him a location, a threat assessment, and a 'Get your ass in gear' message directly to his brain. I simply grunt and head over to my refridgerator in search of something to drink. I know what's in there before I even open it. I don't need to stand there and look like an idiot while I try to decide what I want but I do anyway. It makes me feel... normal, I guess. I settle for the bottle of water and sip it slowely. Finally I turn my attention to the half-drunk across from me still sitting in my chair. "What do you want Peter." "Don't you know already Amanda?" "I'm magic, I'm not psychic." "Coulda fooled me with all those alerts you keep sending straight to my brain." "Get to the point..." "Yeah, sorry. They wanted me to ask you to join them again." They are.. well the super heroes I ranted against earlier. The ones I called idiots. Peter her is a member of a prominent team of them. He's kind of their tech expert and he supplies the money that keeps their base up and running. Well him and the U.S. Government but it's mostly him these days. Peter made the mistake of telling them about me a year ago after we'd first met. Needless to say my abilities.. impressed them. This was easily the tenth time they'd asked me. I'd lost track of how many times they'd asked. I sighed and finally closed the door to the fridgerator. "The answer is still no." He shrugged and gave me a knowing smile. He knew I didn't want this, didn't want to be a part of any teams, definitely didn't want to be a Heroine. He knew the entire reasons why. He hadn't told them. Sometimes I wonder on if they knew why I didn't want to be a part of a team if they'd keep asking. Peter didn't tell them, he wouldn't either, it wasn't his secret to tell. "Right, I'll tell them as much Amanda. Pretty soon they're gonna wonder why though." "They don't already?" "Right, okay, the Paranoid ones do. Most of them understand it's your decision." "And.. those that don't?" "They don't want someone with abilities like your's running around unsupervised." I laughed. I couldn't help it. It was pretty funny. "Peter, remember the old saying: Who Watches The Watchers? They don't have any right to worry about me." He stared at me for a while before he seemed to form an answer. He hadn't been expecting that. He'd known me for a year now but it was the first time I'd ever said anything like that. His response hadn't been surprising. He downed a shot of scotch before sighing. "Yeah. I guess we don't." He shambled off to the door dejected and fully aware of the annoying conversations that were too come with his 'team'. Really, he was the advisor. The advisor that had to tell them another time that I wasn't going to join them and I'd all but laughed at their threat. Yeah, he was gonna get an earful. "Peter?" I stopped him, I felt bed. Kill me, I'm human. "Tell them I'll keep doing what I am now. If I pick something up I'll tell you, or one of them if I have to." "Yeah, I knew you would. You're a good person Amanda." He was holding back. He wanted to say more. It wasn't the Magic telling me that much. It was being his friend. Hell, he was my only friend, I knew him pretty well. "What is it Peter?" "Hah, sure you aren't Psychic?" "Positive. What is it?" "I.. will you at least meet them? You've saved a lot of people, even doing what limited bits you have. They'd feel a whole lot better just meeting you in person. I'm the only one that's actually met you." I sighed. He had a point. I hated that he had a point. I didn't want to. I really didn't but he was a friend. I sighed and relented. "Fine. Shoot me an email or something." "Wait.. really? I'm.. I'm not just drunk as hell right? You actually just said yes?" "Don't make me regret it Peter." "Right! I'll set a date!" With newfound vigor Peter stumbled out of my apartment and down to the Limo waiting for him out front. Walking over to my bed I collapsed back onto it with a groan. What the hell had I gotten myself into this time? If super heroes were idiots.. was I one now too? Probably.

Mad Katters Wonderland The lovely link to something I've been debating on doing for some time now. It may not be very full now, but I intend to spam it full of content going forward. I Don't expect it to get two bajillion million views like Princess Pottypants or Ausdpr get but it's another thing to hold some of you guys and gals over while you wait for everyone else to post stuff too. Just a place to well, really, get the ideas in my head out. It's kind of getting a bit cluttered up there these days. I've dedicated myself to a new caption every day this week (With one already up) So, there will be that. Followed with a story soon after (If my time isn't eaten by that crazy man in a blue box) and all sorts of other content.

Oi, you can express your displeasure of signatures in general, that's fine and that's opinion but let's not take personal shots at people. That's just rude.

When I was younger (About 16) And Thinner (*Cough*) I managed an entire package of Goodnights XL. I ration myself now because It's rare to be able to afford them anymore... BUT I've gone as high as about 8 of those now and just waddled about cutely~

The Magic Box has a lot of great stories from various others and is worth a look. I believe.. tscheser (?) does AR and mistaken identity stories where the characters generally wind up looking/forced younger? Never was a huge fan of his work, hard to remember.

Beyond the Magic box is your friend. Daring Diane has some great stories along those lines as well. Not too sure about the AR Archive being a great place to go for this though.