#i could have told her i was taking her to go potty and she wouldn't even have fussed

[mellowsadistic]

"Lift up your pretty dress, baby," I ordered. "Show Daddy's friends what you're wearing underneath."

April's cheeks flushed, and she looked up at me imploringly, even as the men and women around us started to titter. "Please, Daddy," she whispered. "Please don't make me... I don't want them to see..."

"You should've thought of that before you started wetting your pants like a toddler, April," I said. “Now do as you’re told. Don't make me ask you again, young lady."

Looking tearful, April slowly raised the hem of her skirt, revealing the thick disposable diaper she wore beneath. The crowd around us burst into laughter at the sight of it. Many of them were our mutual friends, April's friends too from before her demotion to babyhood, but none of them saw her as an adult anymore. After months of carefully engineering public accidents and potty emergencies, not to mention a myriad of other babyish behaviours, I'd managed to strip her of her status as a big girl in the eyes of everyone who knew her.

Kneeling down, I pressed my hand to the front of her nappy and felt the warm squishiness within. "A bit soggy," I announced, to the raucous amusement of my guests, "but a change can wait until after the Easter egg hunt, I think. She hasn't made her morning messy yet, and all that rushing about is sure to get things moving!"

Our friends laughed even harder, and April's face went scarlet. "I don't wanna do a stupid Easter egg hunt, Daddy!" she whined, sounding exactly like a fussy three-year-old.

"All the children are taking part, April," I said firmly, delivering a sharp smack to the inside of her thigh, "and that includes you. Girls who still need diapers don't get to sit and have champagne with the grown-ups. You'll be toddling around the garden with the other kiddies, hunting for eggs."

April's bottom lip trembled. "But I'll look so stupid," she whimpered.

I ran my fingers through her hair, tucking a few strands behind her ear, and said, in a far more gentle voice than before, "You're going to look adorable, darling. You're so pretty in your little outfit. My baby bunny." I leaned in closer, so that nobody else could hear. "Tell you what, princess, if you can find the most eggs, I'll let you have an orgasm. Would you like that, baby? Would you like a little clitty tickle?"

April's eyes widened and she nodded eagerly. She hadn't been allowed an orgasm in a long time. I smiled. I wouldn't really let her cum of course, but on the off-chance she won, it would be worth dealing with a tantrum or two to see her stomping around the garden in a wet (and soon to be stinky) nappy, trying her hardest to find the most Easter eggs.

"That's my good girl!"

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.65 Mistake

Sophia took advantage of her day off and slept in. I woke up around 11:00 and made sure the pups were okay. Kooper was snoozing while Rosie was completely awake, just like me. I showed her some love, then taught her how to go potty outside. Sophia was still knocked out at like 2:00, so I went for a jog, hoping the puppies wouldn't bug her too bad. See? Neither of us would survive this relationship either if we kept woohooing like that. One day, our brains would just stop working, haha. But if we croaked early, at least we'd be together.

After I returned and showered, Sophia had finally woken up and ate leftover frittatas. Dad called, saying Mama had called him this morning, all excited about me. He was relieved I finally decided to tell her, not because he had difficulty keeping my secret, but because he believed I shouldn't have hidden it from her.

"What's all that noise back there?" he asked. "It sounds like screaming children. Do you have another secret to share?"

"HA! No, I do not. We adopted two puppies. I think they're doing a duet."

"Oh my. Well, you've certainly got your hands full. I'll let you go. That's all I had to say."

We said goodbye, and I washed dishes.

"So...yesterday I got the feeling you wanted to go out," she said.

"Oh. I mean.... It's not that I wanted to go out. I'm just not really a home guy, so all my suggestions involve leaving the house. But I enjoyed being at home with you, though."

"Okay, well, yesterday we did what I wanted, so today we're going to do what you want, and I think you want to get dressed up and go dancing!"

"That's what I want, huh?"

She nodded affirmatively.

"That's what you want."

She took Gammy's advice way too seriously, but I had no problem with that.

Yasmine called while I was getting dressed, and I seized the opportunity for privacy while Sophia was in the shower. She wanted to see me, of course. I told her I had plans and was currently getting ready, but assured her I'd reach out tomorrow because I wanted to talk to her. Knowing she'd soon have my undivided attention, she let me go.

Sophia took her sweet time getting ready, but when she finally came out, I was floored. She had on a short skirt, a crop top with plenty of eye candy, and cowgirl boots. The boots were an odd choice, but surprisingly, they worked. Her hair was all curled up, and she had on a bit more makeup. She was smoking hot, and I did not want to leave the house anymore. But she insisted we get a move on, so we made our way back to Windenburg, the mecca of nightlife and the very spot where it all began for us.

It was like six something in the evening, but the place was packed as if it were 11:30. The DJ was on point, and I knew the night was about to be lit. We hit up the bar first, and I couldn't take my eyes off Sophia. She was already beautiful without all the extra, but damn! I didn't expect her to go all out, but she still had the simple elegance theme going. She never ceased to amaze me.

We finished our drinks, headed downstairs, and got in where we fit in. The dancefloor was massive, so there was plenty of space for us, despite the crowd. Still, we decided to stick to the back, where it was more relaxed and private. Mama would be bummed if she found out I was a just okay dancer, but Sophia and I were equally matched in that department. We had so much fun, moving and grooving, shaking our hips. Heh, I particularly enjoyed Sophia's hips.

I got my fill of dancing and turned around to check out everyone else. That's when I saw her...

I still thought her outfit was cool and would know it was her anywhere. Did she see me? Did she see Sophia? The dancefloor wasn't the best spot for our chat, but if she saw us, things could get messy—on both sides. I went to Sophia first to explain what I was about to do because I didn't want her to get the wrong idea when she saw me talking to another woman.

"Sophia... I just saw someone I used to hang out with. She's been calling me a lot lately, so I'm gonna go over there and talk to her."

She had a total deer-in-the-headlights look.

"O-kay?"

I knew deep down this was a bad idea, but it was already out there, so I tried to fix it up.

"I've been meaning to call her and tell her about us, but I keep putting it off. And she's right there. I could just do it right now."

She still looked confused, but not as much.

"Do what you need to do," she said.

I pulled her into a tight hug for more damage control.

"I love you. I'll be right back."

Yasmine spotted me, and I watched her smile fade as she connected the dots.

"That the reason you've been dodging my calls?" she asked, nodding toward Sophia.

I looked back at her and smiled.

"Yeah. That's my girlfriend, Sophia."

She shot me a glare that could melt steel.

"Girlfriend? Since when do you have a girlfriend?"

"Officially? Since this week. But I think I always knew she was the one for me. I met her a while ago."

Her jaw dropped, and I could tell she was getting heated.

"The one? Y'all getting married or something?"

I shrugged.

"Sure...one day."

She put her hand up to stop me from speaking.

"I just have one question."

My stomach did a somersault. This was a terrible idea, and I was not prepared for the coming storm. She seemed like the kind of person who was really good at causing scenes.

"How you gonna judge me for wanting an open relationship when you were messing around with both of us?"

I tried on different responses like clothes, but none of them fit. Our situations weren't the same—not by a long shot. Yet, I could see how she arrived at that conclusion.

"I didn't... That's different! I wasn't in a relationship with either of you! It was just casual dating. I thought you understood that."

She sighed.

"I did."

"So...what's wrong?"

"I played myself. I really like you, Luca."

"You know what I was looking for, and I have that now. Sorry I didn't say anything sooner, but I can't have you blowing up my phone."

"She's pretty."

"Yeah...she is."

"I hate this."

"What?"

"This! How it feels. I'm usually the one breaking things off. I hate you," she said with pouty lips.

I tried to keep a straight face.

"No you don't."

"Maybe just a little."

"I'm really sorry you had to find out like this. I wish I'd been braver and talked to you sooner."

"That makes two of us. I feel really stupid, Luca."

She was not going to give me even one inch.

"I'm sorry! Can we agree to keep things friendly from now on?"

She sucked her teeth.

"She's not gonna let us be friends."

I glanced at Sophia who was watching us closely with the most amazing smile.

"You're probably right. But that is something we're both going to have to respect."

I was mainly talking about her, but it taught me something too. Mama's problems began with this exact scenario when she refused to let go of Dwayne. But since I wasn't in love with Yasmine, I didn't see myself going there. Still, it was probably better to cut ties to avoid all suspicion and temptation. I'll never get why Mama did what she did, but maybe I could be more forgiving.

"Was this what you wanted to talk to me about tomorrow?" she asked.

"Yes."

As if on cue, Sophia sashayed toward us with that unwavering smile, glancing at Yasmine.

"Are you ready to go, babe?" she asked, brushing past me.

Yasmine shot her a dirty look as she walked past, but surprisingly, she didn't stay mad for long.

"Okay, Luca! She cute cute. I bet she's a closet freak. And thicc too? I know you like that. Not mad."

I let out a big breath and shook my head at her being so outspoken.

"Thanks...I think?"

"It hurts, but I'm glad you found someone who can give you what you want. If you have any open-minded friends or a twin, send them my way."

I'd never get her and this whole non-exclusive thing, especially after seeing her mope about us not hanging out anymore. Regardless, I hoped she'd find someone who could give her what she wanted. May the Watcher bless him.

[eyeslikewatercoolers]

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Yes captain 🫡🫡🫡

From this post from earlier this week (...okay, now returning to my writing break :) )

“Now rub your hands together so the soap can bubble up and get your hands clean.”

“The water won’t be too cold this time, right Mommy?”

“No, I’m gonna make sure it’s just right while you make sure there’s no yucky germs on your hands.”

Sasha stood in the open doorway of the bathroom as she watched her wife and her daughter at the sink. She smiled to herself as she watched Delia splash water around the counter, neither knowing that she was watching them.

Potty training was a lot easier than what Sasha anticipated. She talked to other parents, and got countless vents about how much work and time it takes. But Anetra seemed to already know all the tips and tricks of potty training before they even started.

Within a month of buying a small potty for their toddler, Delia was already almost ready to start using the bathroom by herself.

Anetra shifted her eyes to see Sasha’s reflection in the mirror. She turned the water off as she looked down at Delia. “Looks like someone is home to see you.” She said.

Delia’s eyes brightened as she saw Sasha in the doorway, hands still dripping. Anetra grabbed the small towel from the rack and placed in her daughter’s hands. “Dry off your hands first, I’m sure Momma doesn’t want to be soaked.”

Sasha didn’t mind feeling slightly wet hands hug around her waist. “Did you have a good day, sweetie?” She asked as she gently moved her daughter’s long brown hair behind her ear.

Delia nodded, “I used the big girl potty this time.” She proudly said.

“Good job, I’m proud of you.” Sasha smiled at her as Anetra wiped the water on the counter. “You wanna meet us in the kitchen and help with dinner?”

Delia nodded as she started going down the hall. Once she got to the stairs and out of earshot, Sasha turned to her wife as she finished soaking up the water.

“You really have a knack for potty training, huh? You made this way easier than every other parent has told us about it.” Sasha pointed out.

Anetra shrugged, “I guess, but it’s like my fifth-time potty training someone.” She said casually as she put the towel in the hamper. “It just gets easier the more I get used to doing it.”

Sasha tilted her head in confusion as she followed Anetra out of the bathroom, “Wait, five times? What other kids have you been potty training?”

“My siblings. I was the oldest kid, so I had to teach them.”

Sasha stopped in her tracks and tugged on Anetra’s sleeve to get her attention. “You potty trained your brother and sisters?” She asked in disbelief. "Why couldn't your mom do it?"

Anetra turned to look at her wife, puzzled by the confusion in Sasha's eyes. "I helped her at first with my sister, but she got busy with taking care of the house and getting involved with the church. So I ended up taking over with my other siblings." She explained, but Sasha's face did not change.

"Neech..." Sasha sighed, finding a way to express her frustration in learning this. "That's not normal, and I think your mom took advantage of you by doing that,"

"What do you mean? I wasn't taken advantage of, my mom was busy and I wanted to help her out." Anetra said in defense.

"Would you make Kerri potty train Delia?" Sasha asked, hoping a rhetorical question could help her point.

"No, why would I do that? It wouldn't be...fair." Anetra said as she came to the realization of what Sasha was trying to point out to her. "I see what you mean now." She said, her eyes filling with sadness. She cleared her throat before continuing to walk down the hall.

"I need to start making dinner." The younger woman said with her arms crossed, looking straight forward.

Anetra was quiet while making and eating dinner. She only spoke when she needed to, but not for very long. She was quiet when getting ready for work, and simply waved goodbye to her family before leaving.

The next morning, Sasha woke up with the other side of the bed untouched. Part of her worried that Anetra didn't come home, but saw a shirt with the bar's logo and black skinny jeans thrown on the floor.

She found Anetra sitting on the living room couch in the darkness, wearing her old company T-shirt and boxers. The morning sunrise was just peeking through the closed blinds.

Sasha was the one who had more insomniac fits that caused her to miss out on sleep, so it felt different to see Anetra in this position. She felt more worried about her wife as she sat next to Anetra on the couch.

"Couldn't get any sleep?" she asked.

Anetra shook her head, "Too much on my mind right now."

Sasha didn't say a word. Instead, she opened her arms, letting Anetra move closer and place her head on her chest. She ran her fingers through Anetra's red hair, as they both sat in silence.

"I'm so stupid, I should have known my mom knew what she was doing by letting me pretty much raise my siblings," Anetra said, in a quiet voice. "Now it makes sense why they always put me in the daycare during church instead of the youth group," she said her thoughts out loud.

"It's not your fault all that happened," Sasha said, running her fingers lightly over Anetra's shoulder. "You were young, and didn't know any better."

"But I lost out on being a normal teenager." Anetra said, "Well, as normal as a Mormon teenager can be." she shrugged.

"You were able to get out of the church and your mom's family, and you aren't doing that to your own kids," Sasha said, sitting up slightly. "I know it was really hard for you, but I'm so proud of how far you've come."

Anetra sat up, moving to look at Sasha. "You always know the perfect thing to say, don't you?" she said with a slight smile, her hands enveloping Sasha's.

"That's because I married the perfect person for me," Sasha responded, squeezing her hand back. They enjoyed watching the sunrise through the living room window, and both were okay with the thought of moving on from the past.

[butters-flower-mom]

It's my OC and comfort character and I'll be cringe with them if I want.

"Crap!" Butters cursed, thankful his parents were unable to hear his potty mouth from inside the kitchen. He scrambled up onto the couch, crossing his arms in anger. "Figures you'd be a girl!"

The girl in question frowned, turning her gaze to the floor as she fidgeted with the arm of her dinosaur plush. Unsure of how to respond to such a remark she simply uttered a soft "I'm sorry…"

Butters' parents had told him to be on his best behavior while their new neighbors were visiting. They'd informed him there was a kid his age he could play with and he'd gotten so excited as the prospect of making a new friend. What they neglected to tell him was the gender of this new kid. They couldn't honestly expect him to play with a girl! Girls are dumb and boring! All they ever wanna talk about is dating and makeup and shoes!

Butters looked at the little girl he was stuck in the living room with. She shifted on her feet, scanning the room as if she were also looking for some escape out of this. After a period of awkward silence, Butters hopped off the couch and stomped towards the stairs.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm goin' to my room to color. And no girls allowed!" He'd advanced halfway up the stairs when he paused and peeked through the bars of the railing. She was still standing there, not making a sound and clinging to her doll. She looked very small from this position… and very alone too. With an exasperated sigh, Butters continued into his room.

Pepper hugged her t-rex as tight as she could, wishing she could somehow teleport back to her house and her own room. She could hear her mom and Butters' parents laughing and chatting from the kitchen. It sounded like she wouldn't be going home any time soon. A noise at the coffee table behind her made her jump. She turned to find Butters had come back down the stairs and was now setting up a small arts and crafts space at the coffee table. He took a seat and began doodling on a sheet of construction paper with his crayons.

She watched him quietly, mesmerized with his drawing. When he caught her staring, Pepper looked away in a panic. She shifted her weight again.

"You can sit down, y'know." Butters had much less anger and annoyance in his tone. "Ya look uncomfortable standin' there."

Pepper hesitated before taking a seat on the floor in the same spot where she had been standing.

"Do you, uh... like colorin'?"

Pepper looked directly at him for the first time since she'd gotten there and gave a small nod. "Mm-hm."

"You can color if you wanna. Just don't break my crayons, ya hear? It's a brand new box." Butters moved the box of crayons so Pepper could have easier access and placed a small stack of construction paper on the other side of the table.

Pepper slowly crawled over to the table and situated herself across from Butters. Selecting a crayon from the box, she got to work on her own drawing. The two worked quietly until Butters eventually spoke up again.

"So, what'cha makin'?"

"Baxter."

"Who the heck's Baxter?"

Pepper pointed to the stuffed dino she had been holding since she arrived, who was now seated on the table beside her drawing.

Butters smiled. "I was wonderin' about him. Kind of a cute lil' fella. Can I see him?" Butters moved for the doll but Pepper immediately snatched him up, holding him out of reach.

"No!"

After hearing nothing but softly spoken responses from her, this sudden outburst took Butters a bit by surprise. That surprise gave way to offense. "Aw, c'mon! I'm lettin' ya use my stuff! The least you can do is let me look at yours!"

Pepper mulled it over before she reluctantly obliged. "Okay… b-but I gotta hold him so he doesn't get scared."

Butters joined Pepper on her side of the table. Still clutching Baxter tightly in her hands, she presented the stuffed tyrannosaurus to him. Butters gave him a few gentle pets on the head.

"He's soft!" he exclaimed. The young boy began speaking to the toy in a kind voice as he continued stroking its head. "Hiya, Baxter. I'm Butters. You're a good dinosaur, huh?"

Pepper watched as Butters sweetly interacted with her treasured stuffed animal. A small smile spread onto her face, which Butters couldn't help but notice.

"You got a nice smile."

A slight blush appeared on the girl's cheeks as she pulled Baxter back, hiding her shy smile behind him and letting her hair fall into her face. Butters giggled at her reaction before moving his drawing over to his new position. Pepper placed the box of crayons between them and they resumed coloring.

"I like Baxter," Butters stated, replacing his yellow crayon and taking a blue one.

"He likes you too," Pepper replied softly, grabbing the crayon Butters had just placed in the box.

Hearing this made Butters smile. He paused his coloring to look at Pepper. "You're not so bad either. Uh, for a girl, I mean." This made her hide her face with her hair again, but Butters could still make out the smile she had.

"Pepper, sweetie, about ready to get going?" The kids looked up to see their parents leaving the kitchen.

"Aw, aren't you two just precious?" Linda fawned over the sight of her son and the neighbor girl getting along. "You've been playing nice, right, Butters?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Atta boy," Steven lightly praised, reaching down to give Butters' hair an affection tousle.

Pepper glanced up at her mom, then to Butters. "Do we have to go right now?"

"'friad so, pumpkin. I gotta get home and start dinner, and I'm sure Butters and his parents are getting hungry too."

As the adults began to say their own goodbyes, Pepper sadly collected Baxter off the table. "Bye bye," she somberly muttered to Butters.

"Aw, don't be sad," Butters assured. "We can play again tomorrow. I mean, if you wanna, that is."

Pepper immediately brightened up upon hearing this. Her mom took her hand and began leading her towards the exit. She and Butters waved goodbye to each other before his new friend disappear out the door.

"How's spaghetti sound for dinner?" Linda asked.

"Ooh, yum!" Steven voiced his approval.

"With garlic bread?" Butters inquired excitedly.

"Can't have spaghetti without garlic bread," his mom replied.

Steven plopped onto the couch, turning on the news. "Why don't you put your stuff away and give your mom a hand?"

"O-kay!" Butters was always happy to help out in the kitchen. As he returned his crayons to their box and began gathering up the papers from the table, he stopped to smile at the drawing Pepper had made. As she'd said, the drawing depicted Baxter though he was much bigger than the plushie actually was. And there, riding on the back of the t-rex, was Pepper and Butters.

[greatbritishsimchallenge]

If Colette's new wife were other of the candidates we saw, were them going to have another personality? Like were they as smart as Sabina?

Amazing question - yes!

For all of them, I had a secret aspect to their personality that could be perceived as negative (and thus would not have been told to Lady Colette in advance!).

I'll take you through each one (and show you what they look like too):

Lady Adeline has the trait 'erratic' which I was going to interpret as being very easily offended/upset and being very hot/cold in her attitude to Colette.

Lady Euphemia has the trait 'unflirty', which I intended to make a kind of snobby aloofness, where Euphemia was so pretentious about art and viewed herself as so much better than Colette that to flirt would have been beneath her.

Lady Jacquette has the trait 'freegan' which Colette would have interpreted as her being incredibly cheap and uncouth.

Lady Ursula hates dogs. Enough said.

Lady Godiva has the trait 'hates children'. She would have had them anyway - because society obliges her too - but she wouldn't have a good relationship with them, which in turn would have angered Colette.

For Lady Sabina, her trait is 'bro' and I've interpreted that as her having a more stereotypically masculine approach to communication - being very straight-talking, unsubtle, with a bit of a potty mouth. She does, however, know how to play the aristocracy game and present herself in public with the expected feminine style of communication (well-mannered, demure etc.).

Fun fact: Colette isn't attracted to any of them. Goodness knows what this woman would find attractive.

[gar-a-ash]

Update on this little hellraiser: after what I thought was a mild sprain turned into what I was terrified was a torn ligament I spent two days calling ten vets in my area desperate for an appointment. My usual vet only does same-days: they tell you to start trying to call at 7:30 and good luck. The other vet I rely on informed me they were booked out to the end of the year. All the other local vets didn't even give me any sort of time frame: I was just informed by the desk staff that they were fully booked and told to have a good day. I FINALLY got an appointment with a vet in a town an hour away from me after I pretty much settled on driving two hours to the nearest animal ER and waiting through the triage process, which was an absolute relief.

And then.

This little black bitch.

The SECOND I managed to finally get an appointment after five days of her being a sorry mess, refusing to walk, laying on the couch moaning, not eating anything, not even thinking of letting that foot touch the ground, this little bitch popped out of her crate on my lunch break like nothing had ever happened and continued to improve all weekend. I finally got to my appointment just for the vet to go "Thought you said she wouldn't walk on it?"

So yeah, final diagnosis is a sprain and stupid, and a two week no-fun order. I did appreciate the vet letting me know there was a lot of stuff they could test for, but after fully manipulating her leg with zero issues like I had been doing he told me she really didn't need any further testing and X-rays and Lyme disease testing would be a waste of money, take these antiinflammatories and if she does downgrade again we'll get you right in for a proper x-ray. And she's been fine since. Three days and she doesn't even limp anymore unless she decides to get really excited over going potty. Back to trying to perform the Indy 500 in my living room in hours.

This little shit.

[bailey-day2]

#Believer read this story if you ever lose hope on anything. ♥️

Hope is what keeps the body and mind going and well maybe other things like your heart and brain but when even your heart stops and you brain spaces out hope if your last chance at that very moment. The same feeling happened to me years back my mom ran this dog busines where she would she would reduce dogs and sell them, they were bull dogs to be specific over time a grew attached to one of them he was a light brown bull dog with green ish hazel eyes and just some small white spots on his face and paws but one thing stood out this leg, it was twisted differently than all the dogs I found it interesting and so I called him Jimbo bc he was a cute cubby dog but Heathy. I remember letting him stay in my room one time to try to potty train him so he could stay with me I wanted him to but he never got used to the whole do your business in one spot which was fine I guess and one summer I took him out to our back yard with all the other puppies with a small dog pool the first reaction of most of them was to just drink the water in it but Jimbo did the quiet opposite he played in it jumped around bit the water we played and had fun..I'd give him kisses on his ears or nose and he'd be lick my face back. Sadly this didn't last for very much long. One day my mom said she had to take him to the vet because he didn't look like he was doing well they found out he had problems In the stomach he stopped eating, stopped playing, stopped doing anything that made him move. And one fate full day my mom and day were somewhere else when his problems were getting worse he was breathing more heavy then usual I was sleeping at the time and didnt find out till later that my older sister and my grandma took him in a stroller and walked to the vet.. when they came back the stroller was empty..nothing but a leash and the smell of a dog my dog whom I wonder where he was at but it didn't take me long to realize when my grandma started showing me dead pictures of him laying down he looked so weak and lonely I could tell he was crying.. in pain in misery only wanting to be free! My grandma just laughed at him dead my sister looks traumatized after that day but I just couldn't bring myself to believe he was gone I couldn't I walked outside where the stroller was to put the other dogs in when they passed by it and started smelling it and laying next to it or on it at that moment I stop lying to myself he was gone and. I couldn't do anything about it I sobbed for a bit hugging the only I had left of him a bear they said he was laying on when they put him to sleep in didn't get much sleep I kept thinking about it in the morning and after that for awhile went to the store one day and found what looked like and exact replica of Jimbo..she brought it home and told me "see he's still here with us" I didn't believe it I couldn't when I knew the truth but month's passed and something happened something you probably wouldn't believe one day I was playing with my other dog daisy I was the only one in my room and she starts barking at a corner and didn't look but kept asking her what was wrong and tryed to get her to stop and when I did turn around that's what I saw it the dog replica plushie of jimbo sitting behind me just a couple of feet away looking at my direction It shocked me for a bit I just stood and stared because that plush I kept it where it couldn't have fell I kept it way far from where I was so it couldn't have just fell over or anything I ran to my mom and told her everything maybe he is there watching me I believed from now on that he is always with me not matter what and Jimbo I love you and miss you so this if you you♥️💞💕💗

[watermelonlovershigh]

Single Dad Harry & His Daughter Rose (journey through life)

This was requested by this anon (instead of the daughter being just one of the ages you suggested, i decided to just incorporate all the ages, like a timeline of her life.)

AN: from now on, i think i'm going to use a random name generator for child names in my fics (like i did with this one). that way the name is random and with no thought. unless someone requests a name to be used.

This story contains: completely narration, no dialog, dad goals

{ dad!harry - singledad!harry - became a dad at 17 years old }

word count: 1320

Harry's journey of taking care and raising his daughter Rose as a single father.

Ever since Harry became a single dad, his life had been anything but easy. When his daughter Rose (named after his rose tattoo) was a baby, her mum completely left them, saying she didn't want to be a mother yet and it was a mistake to have not used protection. Especially when it was a one-night stand and that person was a celebrity. She had Rose (not finding it in her to go through with an abortion) and days later gave her baby to Harry, and that was the last time Rose ever saw her mother and Harry ever saw his baby's mama.

When Rose was a baby, Harry was the one that got up at all hours of the night to make her bottles, beings she had no way of breastfeeding. Most of the time on the One Direction tour bus because that's where he and his bandmates stayed while on the road touring. He'd also burp her and change her dirty diapers. Rub her little tummy when it ached. The rest of One Direction didn't always like being woken up to a crying baby, but at the end of the day, knew how special Rose was to Harry and supported him through everything.

His bandmates would often babysit Rose when Harry had to go into the recording booth and record his parts of their songs. Louis was the one who acted as a mother figure in her life (beings he grew up taking care of his younger sisters), like doing nightly feedings when Harry was sleep deprived. Or give Rose a bath in the little baby tub they bought for the bus when Harry was just busy in general. Niall being the silly guy, loved to make Rose laugh when she was being a bit moody. And Zayn and Liam were the protectors and kept Rose out from harms way.

When One Direction went on hiatus, Harry didn't have all the help he once had when living with four other people. At that point, Rose was three so it wasn't as hard to take care of her as it was when she was a baby, but still quite difficult for him being a single dad. She was potty trained and eating all regular foods. Though she'd sometimes still wanted a bottle of warm milk to help her fall asleep at night.

Harry would make Rose breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the two of them each day. He'd give her baths and washed her curly hair, sometimes making a soap Mohawk from the shampoo just to make her laugh. He'd read Rose bedtime stories and sing her lullabies. And though Harry tried to enforce Rose to sleep in her own bed like a big girl, he'd always cave in when she gave her daddy puppy dog eyes and a wobbly lip, as though she was about to cry. So often Rose ended up in her daddy's bed and Harry held her close, loving the feeling of knowing his daughter was safe and sound in his embrace.

Years went by and Harry sent Rose to kindergarten. Much to his disliking because he'd miss being with her through-out the day. He'd get up with her every morning and styled her hair to the best of his abilities. Sometimes not being able to accomplish what Rose requested and feeling terrible. Times like that was when he wished Rose had a mother or mother figure. Harry would pack Rose a lunch to take to school and help her with her homework when she got home at the end of each day.

Harry went to every school play Rose was in (she loved preforming just like her daddy) and every PTA meeting the school held. Though he juggled being a international popstar, Harry always put his daughter first no matter what. He helped her with any school projects she'd have and Harry even went and chatted to the principle when Rose complained that some kids were being mean to her. He was a super dad, doing it all.

When Rose turned ten, Harry decided she was old enough to go on tour with him. He hadn't properly toured since One Directions last tour (just doing local gigs here and there) and that had been years from that point in their lives. Harry wanted to wait a few years and give Rose somewhat of a normal childhood with stability, hence why she attended public school in her adolescents.

Harry hired an on-the-road teacher to have as Roses homeschooling teacher that'd stay on his tour bus as they traveled. His number one priority was making sure she got her education over anything else. Harry paid for extra security guards to protect Rose when she went out, beings some fans went a little crazy. Harry had his assistant watch her when he was busy in the studio or doing interviews. Life was hard at times and yes Harry wished Rose still had a mother, but wouldn't have traded his life experiences of being a single dad for nothing. It truly helped him mature faster and appreciate live to the fullest.

Two years later at age twelve, Rose became a women. Well she started her period and matured like a women. Because all she'd ever known was living with her dad and not really having many women figures in her life, telling Harry she started her period wasn't that bad. Rose was fortunately home when her period had started and walked into the living room where her dad was sipping a glass of wine and informed him she was menstruating.

In the twelve years of Roses life, Harry knew that that day was coming. The day she'd start her period. He was only regretting that day because his little girl wouldn't be so little anymore, but wasn't hoping that day wouldn't ever come because he knew how important it was for a women to have one. Harry grew up with a house full of women so periods were a natural and easy topic to discuss. He hugged Rose, congratulated her, and immediately drove her to the local pharmacy to purchase some pads and tampon (and chocolate + a heating pad).

Between the ages of twelve and Roses current age of sixteen, life went as well as it could have gone for Harry and her. Unlike most teenage girls, Harry raised a good and respectful young lady. Rose doesn't like to go out and party like some of her friends do. She'd much rather stay at home and spend time with her dad. She's a daddies girl after all. Rightfully so because to her, her dad was the only one who truly loved her and cared for her, unlike her dead-beat mother.

As for Harry, he's still single. He's had a few flings through-out the years and a couple one-night stands, but he hasn't meet anyone that felt like a keeper. Or someone who he felt would love his daughter the way she deserved to be loved and treated. Harry doesn't tour as much anymore because of his age (not due to fan loss because he still has millions of fans. fans that love to call Harry a dilf.) and Rose is back attending a public school in London. They often visit her dad's ex bandmates and Rose loves them all dearly. They helped raise her as a baby and feel like secondary father figures to her.

Sometimes Rose wishes she still had a mum. A women in her life that she could have womanly conversations with and chat about her love interest to. Even just to say she had a mum because when her friends chat about their mums, she feels left out and sad. But truth be told, she almost thinks her life was meant to turn out like it did. Her and her dad Harry make a great father/daughter duo and she wouldn't trade the connection they have for anything in this world. Even if it was for a mum that loved her.

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[kpop-dungeon-dark]

REQUEST (Yandere!Hyunjin x You)

•TRIGGER WARNING•

Warning(s): Non-Con, size kink, humiliation. Read at your own risk.

"I… I don't think it's working out, Hyunjin…" Y/n finally managed to let out over his excited chatter as he read the menu to the diner they were at. The girl's head was lowered as she stared at the table in front of her, biting her lip and fiddling with her fingers under the table. She honestly couldn't wait for this to be over. His presence was so overbearing and overwhelming.

"... What isn't, baby?" The older asked after a few moments of silence, genuinely confused. His words were slow and unsure, eyebrows furrowed under his fringe of dark hair and plump lips pouted.

This wasn't the first time this was happening. This was the fourth fucking time after she told him for the very first time that she wasn't feeling it. But he kept begging for a chance, making it just so damn hard.

Hyunjin's words caused the girl to sigh under her breath. It was so uncomfortable; a constant feeling that he was not just dating her but almost as if he were obsessed with her. "This, Hyunjin… us… you and me… we aren't working out…" When the boy stayed quiet, she gained some confidence, thinking it'd be that easy to get rid of him. "You asked me out and I agreed because it seemed fun and- I don't know- but it's just really- forget it" picking up her bag, she bowed. "I am sorry. I hope you understand" before she walked out without looking back even once.

"Seemed fun?" The boy whispered to himself, eyes trained on the table in shock, a manic expression on his face as his eyes watered while lips stayed parted in shock. "My feelings… seemed fun?" Standing up before slinging his back over his shoulder, Hyunjin smirked before throwing his head back and then shaking his head. "I didn't want to resort to this but fuck, baby."

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Y/n was returning home from work that night when she passed by that one small alley she dreaded walking past, gulping before sighing in relief when she reached the streetlight next to it. But that was short lived as she had to gasp harshly just the next minute when she was roughly pulled into the closed little dark space, groaning when her back came in painful contact with the brick wall.

"Fuck, baby… Must you wear such stuff that makes it so damn hard for me to not pounce on you right at the spot before taking you right there and raw?" Y/n's muscles tensed even more when she recognised the voice, trying to pull his hand off while trying to scream. "Uh uh uhhh~" he cooed, injecting a liquid in her neck and laughing as she freaked out, holding her down in an iron grip.

"No baby… Little girls like you have no idea what's good for them. And so they need Daddies that can teach them…" Y/n felt nothing but horror when she felt her limbs losing strength, making her basically paralyzed. "Tsk. You really think I'd let you go? After all those years ever since 4th grade?" Her eyes pooled up with tears as she could do nothing but look at him helplessly, hanging by his hands that were groping her privates that she could oh-so-torturously feel.

"No, I fucking won't." Her jaw felt like it'd been glued together, heavily pressing down and now she could only let out weak little sounds from her throat, trying to shake her head. "You're mine. From the moment you were born and until the day you die of old age… in my arms. I'd sell my soul to the Devil himself for you if I had to. Don't test me."

Y/n let out a weak little pleading moan from her throat when Hyunjin ripped her shirt open, pushing it as well as her jacket off, all of the girl's stuff having already dropped on the ground. "Tsk… look at this attention seeking whore!" The boy taunted when he noticed her foam bra, laughing as he revealed the small swell from behind the cup, kissing it before squeezing it. "Trying to distract everyone from your tight shirts when your pathetic little tits are just fat nubs underneath this padded bra."

Y/n's cheeks redenned in embarrassment when he fondled her A-Cup breasts, laughing at them before pinching and flicking her nipples as her bra slipped off too, licking and biting at them whilst one of his hands undid her pants now, pulling it down and hungrily feeling up her naked thighs and pussy, moaning as he felt his jeans tighten. Fuck.

"It's only fair though. Considering you're so small…" His eyes darkened and voice became sickly low, lips hungrily parting open. "Almost like a little doll… a puppet, perhaps?" His finger pushed into her mouth, forcefully collecting some of her spit, which by the way was drooling down her chin from the corner of her mouth, before Hyunjin pushed it between her pussy lips, rubbing it up and down her folds.

"You feel it baby? Oh I know you fucking feel it!" Smacking her cheek when she tried to shake her head while crying, Hyunjin grinned. "I made sure only your limbs would give out but the rest wouldn't lose sensation. Tsk tsk. Thinking you can lie to Daddy? How fucking disrespectful. This is exactly why you need training. Little babies like you always do…"

Before the male pulled his phone out, turning the camera on and starting to record. "Are you sure you're even potty trained, hm? Tsk… Look at that drooly mouth just like a baby's… that tiny body and of course! Those adorable boobies!" Smacking them one by one, Hyunjin trailed his rough and big hand all over her skin. "Oh! I was right! You haven't been potty trained! Look at that piss!" Y/n felt more tears escape her as the male ridiculed her, the flash of the camera rubbing in the realisation that all of this was being recorded so fucking painfully.

"Is it because you're little or because you're scared of me, baby?" Putting his phone back in his jacket, Hyunjin pushed her up against the wall by her lifeless legs, quickly unbuckling his belt and pants. "Or both?" Lining his hardened tip against her slut, the male spat on it before looking back up at her. "Both?" He spoke to her like one would to a baby, taking the phone out again and getting her expression when he painfully pushed his hard cock in for the first time on footage, the low screams trying to escape from Y/n's mouth music his ears.

"Good. Good baby. As you should. Fuck… you moan so well for me, Y/n-ah…" This time ending the recording and putting the device back in, Hyunjin leaned in and kissed her deeply, pushing his tongue in her messy mouth and loving how she tried to avoid touching his tongue but she had no choice but to take it, crying in agony against his lips whilst he fucked her harder and harder.

"You think you'll be able to take my big balls in that tiny little slit of yours, huh babe? You must… it is the only way…" Hyunjin was now kissing her neck, licking and sucking at the soft skin as he marked it his, continuously torturing her tit with one hand while the other one pressed against her stomach, moaning and loving how he could feel himself, pushing in his balls now too.

"Fuck baby… maybe I'll damage those cute little organs with my big cock…" He giggled sickly, pulling at her hair. "You're just so fuuucking small…" His breaths were heavy and thrusts deep, hips snapping rapidly as he fucked her close to his high, moaning loudly and throwing his head back when he felt himself starting to shoot up her bundle of nerves, arms flexing because of how he was effortlessly sliding her smaller body up and down.

"So perfect… exactly what I have always wanted…" Hyunjin whispered as his thrusts got sloppy now, foreheads resting against hers as his cock twitched between her tight walls. "All mine… finally…" Taking his jacket off, he wrapped her nude body in it, the article fitting the girl like a dress because of how much taller and muscular Hyunjin was. "Now let's get you to your new home, baby." The male grinned.

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[theglitterypages]

Title: Potty Mouth

Pairings: Levi x fem! Reader

Summary: (Just Guess how this would go LOL)

Warnings: 18+ language

Word Count: 1000+

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“Woah Levi! I can smell you from where I stood! You're risking it all now, are you?” Hanji teased as she saw Levi came out of his room all dressed up, he's not wearing his uniform but he's all fancy.

“Where is she?” Levi asked as he fixed his collar anxiously, Hanji laughed out loud and tapped his shoulder lightly, “With her brother, Erwin is probably telling her to pass some papers to Pixis, she'll be leaving soon. Better take your chances, Levi." After that, Hanji left Levi alone, she knew she had to give him time to prepare himself today.

Levi's chest was pounding as he made his way to Erwin's office, he's silently praying that she's still in Erwin's office because if she's already gone then everything that he prepared for a week would all be wasted.

When he knocked at Erwin's office he straightened his posture and he stood so stiff to the point that he looked awkward as he stare at the wooden door.

“Oh, it's just Captain Levi. Come on in, Cap.” You smiled as you saw the Captain outside but your mouth gaped open when your eyes settled in the clothes that he's wearing, he's not wearing his usual casual clothes, did he buy these new clothes or this is just the first time you've seen him wear these?

When you realized that you've been staring at him for so long you blinked twice and opened the door wide enough to let him in, “Do you have something to say to Erwin?” you whispered as you glanced at your brother whose back was facing you and Levi.

After closing the door you gestured Levi to sit across from you, “Erwin, Captain Levi is here.” you spoke, trying to get your brothers attention, Erwin has been spacing out a lot these days it may be because of what's happening but you gotta help your brother keep his sanity.

“Oh Levi, what brought you here?”

“About this...mission.” Levi meaningfully looked at Erwin as he licked his lower lip, his commander is the first one to know of his feelings for you, at first Levi was scared of what Erwin would think but Erwin was not surprise at all when Levi admitted that he has feelings for you, Erwin even laughed and told him that he already knew and ever since that day Erwin was generous enough to purposely let you and Levi work together.

“You gave him a mission?” you asked your brother and Erwin grinned at you as he hummed while tapping he fingers in his table, “Captain Levi started this mission by himself, I'm just helping out because he's having a hard time.” there was something off with his tone yet you chose to ignore it, instead you stood up and looked at Levi.

“Seems like the two of you are gonna have a long talk, I must go to Mr. Pixis now.”

“You don't have to lady Smith, your brother himself summoned me. Oh Captain Levi, you're looking good, finally going for it?” Pixis suddenly entered the room with a grin as he looked at Levi.

Levi shifted on his seat uncomfortably, hating how everyone's teasing him right now, this made the whole situation much worse, he's embarrassed and his mind is blank! “Can I take your seat lady Smith? Just seat beside the Captain, I'm pretty sure that he wouldn't mind.” Pixis told you, his cheeks are crimson red, the old man is drunk again.

You sat down beside Levi and you felt yourself shiver when your knees met.

“We're actually fixing schedules for trainings again, do you have any suggestions?” your brother asked.

“I'd have to take your sister with me Erwin. Her skills would be useful in teaching new recruits.”

Erwin tried his best not to laugh at Levi, his ears are getting red while you are oblivious of everything happening. Pixis crossed his arms over his chest as he observes the two of you, he thinks that you and Levi are an interesting pair, he's wondering how the two of you would work as a couple.

“Would you mind that?”

“Not really, I'd be glad to be in Captain's service.”

“I'm glad too.” Levi said as he tried acting cool, Erwin internally shook his head, this whole thing is ridiculous. Levi is so bad at flirting, he couldn't even say anything and that was when an idea popped into his mind.

“Sunny.” Erwin calls you using your nickname, and your eyes immediately shot up, your brother has a devious smirk when he looked at you and you'd be glad to punch him in his perfect teeth.

He knew about you having crush on the Captain, he was at first professional all about it but lately He's been teasing you a lot and you hated him for that.

“Captain Levi looks good today right? I wonder what's gotten into him, he's all dressed up, he even showered his new perfume.” you narrowed your eyes at Erwin as you cross your legs, your gaze landed at Levi then, you looked at his whole before looking back at your brother with a smirk, if this is how your brother would plan to humiliate you in front of your crush you better turn the tables.

“He always look good but heck yeah, he looks better today but—”

“But what?” Levi immediately questioned, curious of what's going on in your head. Did he mess up? Did he did his haircut badly? No that's impossible he already perfected the art of cutting his own hair what went wrong with his get up today?

“I prefer your old perfume, Captain.”

Levi frowned while his adams apple bobbed up and down as he look at your eyes, he could hear his own heart go beat crazy fast while you look at him. “I wear no perfume, this is my first time to use one.” you almost choke in your own saliva while your eyes widened.

Goddamn all this time that scent you've been searching for doesn't exist because it was Levi's natural scent?!

You loved his scent so much that you spent some of your days looking for perfumes that would smell like him, creepy yes but can anyone blame you?

“Oh my bad, I gotta go Captain, Sir Pixis and brother mine. I have stuffs to do.”

You stood up as you flipped your hair over your shoulder but Pixis called you before you could even leave the room.

“How good looking Captain Levi is?”

You eyed the old man with suspicion, Pixis has been teasing you too about the Captain but you highly doubt that Erwin told him about you crushing on Levi but if he did, then Erwin is the shittiest brother ever.

“Do you guys want me to be honest or...”

“BE HONEST.” the three men answered.

You pursed your lips together and playfully looked at Levi, you're gonna make sure your brother would be the one who's embarassed and not you. He might scold you later but seeing his face once you do it would be fucking beautiful. “Can you stand up for me, Captain?” Levi immediately complied but his hands were secretly shaking that's why he stuffed them inside his pockets.

You walked towards Levi and let your fingers played with his collar as you tilt your head side by side as if inspecting his face, those gray eyes would be the death of you and that jawline could cut your fingers once you run them on it but you won't mind.

“Captain Levi looks so good, Id let him tie me up on his bed, he looks so damn good I'd drop on my knees and I'd gladly let him ruin any other man for me. Is that enough for you guys to hear?”

Erwin's jaw literally dropped on the floor when you suddenly grabbed Levi by his collar just to press your lips on his.

“Yummy.” you whispered teasingly.

When you let Levi go, he immediately felt his knees weakened while you made your way towards the door.

“SUNNY! OUR MOTHER DID NOT RAISE YOU LIKE THIS!” Erwin yelled.

[vivisextion]

I first saw Slipknot at age 14.

No one knows how I managed it. I'm not sure I even remember. These days, you have to be 16 or 18 to get into Standing areas. I do know I had to buy tickets on the phone, back in the old days (2005, that is). A singular ticket, too - none of my friends, not even the classmate who had gone with me to see Linkin Park the year before, was that into Slipknot.

But I HAD to see them. This was the Subliminal Verses tour cycle, and Vol. 3 was my first and favourite Slipknot album, even to this day. It's the reliable old warm blanket for my soul whenever I need it. It's on right now, as I write this.

My memory isn't that good, but luckily I unearthed a livejournal (livejournal!) diary entry about the event I made the next day.

August 16, 2005. I went right after school. I went to a very conservative Anglican secondary school, too. I tried not to get caught in the bathroom, as I coloured my nails black with permanent marker (I know, don't laugh) and changed into my standard metalhead baby outfit - Slipknot band shirt, black cargo shorts, and my pride and joy: steel-toe boots I somehow managed to cajole my parents into letting me own.

I caught the bus to the open-air war memorial park where the gig was going to be. I got there at 4pm, 4 hours early. A couple other maggots were already hanging around. I found myself surrounded by tombstones, and I read them all. It was the middle of the Hungry Ghost Festival, too - a very fitting time for Slipknot to pay a visit to this godforsaken hellhole of a small town I lived in. (Especially given the paranormal circumstances surrounding the making of Vol. 3.)

While I wandered around the venue (no security or sound guys were around at all), I spotted two white vans pull up to the stage, in the middle of a clearing. It was them! I spotted Joey and missed him by a hair's breadth. I was quickly ushered behind the stone archway entrance by security then.

(Funnily enough, while walking around, I got mistaken for Joey more than once. I am the same height as him, had the same long black hair, same pale skin, and was wearing almost exactly what he had been. One person claimed from behind, I was a dead ringer, apart from when I turned around, and they realised I was Chinese.)

It was soundcheck time. A sound guy testing the mics would say random things, like "testing one two three two one.... fudge fudge, I like fudge...." The band even did Purity, so us earlybirds were given a rare treat, and we screamed along from the entrance, and drummed our fists on the sides of nearby porta-potties. I hope no one was in there at the time. Whenever we got a glance of any of them, we'd scream and cheer. Finally they left again, but were soon to return.

This was the first time I'd been a part of the metal community. I was barely allowed internet in those days. But here, random strangers were friendly, striking up conversations like they'd been friends for years. Two big guys, called Trevor and Ted, looked out for me the entire gig after, keeping other big dudes from crushing me too much (I'm 5'3, remember). Other people commented on me being so baby, because I was only 14, and said they would take care of me.

When we were finally let in, right after the usher cut the rope, I ran in, screamed "WOOOHOOO!" along with a few friends I'd made. I only briefly stopped to receive this RoadRunner Records compilation CD from a roadie, then resumed running like a madman screaming and dashing into the VIP cage.

I was right up against the barricade - the first time I would ever be at a gig. People from assorted magazines and press took photos of us, and I think I got my photo taken about 10 times at least.

(This is how I got in trouble with my parents the next day. My photo had ended up in a local paper - you can see examples of that here. They had no idea what I'd been to see the night before, and were horrified when they saw what Slipknot looked like.)

We saw Sid filming us from the stage with a camcorder and screamed at him. We saw Jim and screamed at him too, and he flashed the victory sign back at us. I remember Metallica playing at the time, another one of my favourite bands.

The concert was a brutal religious experience I will never forget. People with their arms outstretched, crying and screaming out loud, moving like the devil possessed them.

The new friends around me made sure I was alright after every song! There were huge guys fainting behind us who had to get carried out, but I endured, a tiny 14 year old child. We got a family speech as per tradition, of course. "Are you guys out there all looking out for each other? We're all one big family, and we gotta look out for each other." What Corey said held true - strangers hugged, shook hands, talked, and made friends. I was heartened by how close-knit the maggot community was. It really did feel like a family, and it's felt like that ever since.

Of course, I did my first Jump The Fuck Up. It is possibly the most euphoria I've ever experienced all at one go. (Later, in 2020, I was extremely disappointed that I didn't get to do it again in London.)

They did the death masks for Vermilion, and I remember Chris helping Sid fix his mask and shirt when they'd changed back. Sid hung out near Clown's drums for most of the time too, and hugged him from behind and just latched on at one point. It was pretty adorable.

Fun fact: The version of Eyeless you hear on the 9.0 Live album is from Singapore, as is Eeyore. There are very few photos and videos from the crowd of this gig, because in 2005, very few people had camera phones. The crowd at the Slipknot gig in 2020 was a sea of arms with phones, filming the gig rather than experiencing it. Yes, I'm going to be that cranky old geezer who complains about the good old days.

Joey as usual, was fucking amazing and never failed. However, due to the fact that I was right up front, only his tiny head was visible behind his vast drum set, I couldn't see him the entire gig.

Amazingly, the government told Slipknot they were not allowed to do obscene gestures, curse, vomit (possibly due to the decomposing crow pre-show ritual), simulate humping on objects, throw faeces, or jump off stage (looking at you, Sid). I don't think our totalitarian government knew who they were dealing with, because watch what happens next.

Near the end of the gig, Corey tells the crowd “your government has given us a laundry list of things we aren’t allowed to do, your government has told us we are not allowed to swear”. Crowd goes “BOOOOOOOOO” and Corey goes “BUT WE DON’T GIVE A FUCK!!” And they launch into Surfacing, the last song. Everyone riots. Best night of my life.

You can find the setlist from that gig here. It had everything I wanted and more.

This story later got immortalised when Kerrang asked maggots for gig stories, for an article which came out in 2020. I had forgotten entirely, until people began messaging me to tell me, and one friend sent me a scan of it!

On the way out, I managed to get a shirt. I remember calling my best friend at the time, and got everyone at the merch booth to go "IF YOU'RE 555 THEN I'M 666" for her. This shirt has since been lost to the landfill, because my Christian mother took it upon herself to dispose of it the first opportunity she got. Needless to say, our relationship is not very good.

After that, I even managed to get that Roadrunner compilation album they were giving out signed. The band was staying at the Carlton. Unfortunately, Joey wasn't there, neither was Clown, and Mick was swarmed by guitar nerds so, 6/9 it is. It is a great regret of mine that I'll never have anything signed by him, nor will I ever get to see him perform ever again.

The next day, I went to school, my head swimming. Yes, I went to see Slipknot ON A SCHOOL NIGHT. I was a giant bruise, from my ribs and my chest, to my hips and knees, from being slammed into the barricade like a screen door in a hurricane. Most of all, my sore, headbanged-out neck could barely hold my head up. Classmates thought I had been in a fight. I was torn between battle-scarred exhaustion and hyperactive ranting about the most amazing gig of my short life (it still is, to this day). When teachers spoke to me, I wanted to reply, "Fuck trigonometry! I've just seen SLIPKNOT. Do you not understand that my world is different? Do you not understand that *I* am now different?"

My country was a small, conservative town that Slipknot had graced with their unholy presence. Corey Taylor once said that where he grew up in Iowa had a way of making a 16 year old boy feel like a 36 year old man (or something to that effect). I felt that in my weary bones as a teenager, being from a place just like that. Years later, Watain would run into worse trouble, and wouldn't even be allowed to perform. The Christian stranglehold is stronger than ever. It was a good thing that back then Slipknot had the element of surprise, striking serpent-fast and choking this society by the neck for a too-brief time, before they departed.

After that, my desire to play the drums only grew like a weed. Joey Jordison had, has, and will always inspire me as a drummer, and seeing the beast live (or what little I could spy behind the massive riser) had only spurred me on. I had always been a noisemaker, be it driving my parents mad with chopsticks on pots and pans, or driving my teachers mad with pencils on my desk. But of course, my parents wouldn't have any of it. I'd have to wait a good 14 more years before I'd be able to afford lessons and later, a kit of my own. Better late than never, right?

There will never be enough words to describe the impact Joey has had on my life. And it isn't just Slipknot, either. I could write another essay on his time with the Murderdolls and its influence on my own gender-non-conforming ways. Suffice to say, my wardrobe doesn't look too dissimilar to his during the early Dead in Hollywood days.

I told my boss I could not come into work today. I was grieving. I said that my music teacher died, as I didn't think she'd understand the magnitude of my loss. In a way, it's true. And I am not the only one Joey has nudged on the path to being a musician, that much is certain. To the rest of us, I wish strength and love for you in this difficult time. The best way to honour Joey, who truly loved music, both the creation and appreciation of it, is to pass that gift on. Teach it to someone. He is the reason I picked up the sticks in the first place, and one day, they'll be handed on, the heavy metal baton for the next generation.

And finally: remember that the ones we have lost are never truly gone.

Vinnie

P.S. See if you can spot me in the crowd photos in this post!

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Alright, I'm going to say sorry in advance for this being long and possibly triggering. This again is Meowistic (or I sometimes called him my toasted marshmallow but that's not important). You said you wouldn't mind me telling you the story behind why I'm still mad at him for dying so here goes. I was living in a different state when I got him. I had to convince the other human I was living with at the time that the kitten would help me. I've lived with cats 97% of my life, there was a weird small percent between my first cat dying and convincing my ....sperm donor...that a cat was needed to make the house a home. Anyways back to story, After I got him, he and the other cat in the house didn't get along so we all agreed (we were paying off a house and there were four of us living there) that they should take turns. Meowistic hardly ever left my side and wasn't all that fond of the dog, Mana (if mun wants a picture of Mana I would love to give it but none of them are "good" pictures). Anyways so one day I tried doing something that wasn't my brightest idea so to speak. I tried overdosing on my antidepressants. Meowistic was at the bathroom door trying to get in and meowing at it. He wanted his momma to be okay. After that I saw him as a tiny guardian angel who got jealous since once I moved back in with my mom he also didn't get along with her cat. One night I was getting ready for bed around 7 or so and he was making a weird meowing sound. I knew something was off but hoped it could wait because I was dead tired and wasn't sure on the vet's hours. Well I woke up roughly at 9 to go potty and on the floor at the foot of my bed his body laid. As I was waking up my brain immediately went something is wrong, so I went downstairs to do my thing and I talked to my mom's boyfriend at the time saying I think my kitten (he was maybe 3? Either he just turned 3 or wasn't too much further into his third year of life) was dead. He came up to my room to check and he had blood coming from his mouth...I was so upset at the time, still am slightly but eh. We took him to the vet once we could, though we didn't have the money to find out why he died and at such a young age, so we got him buried. Maybe a week or so after I started looking at the local shelter kittens that a local shoe shop was keeping to try and help them get adopted faster. I fell in love with a few of them but once Umbri choose me, and being told she doesn't do things like cuddle or feel comfortable with humans I was like alright it's settled she's mine. My mom however was like no you need time to cope. Granted maybe but I didn't think so and waited only a few days before being like hey can we go get the kitten? I love Umbri, but she's got a couple bad habits of not listening to me, biting me when she's purring and I'm petting her, and biting my charging cords. I love her to death though, she knows when I'm upset and whatnot and is the first cat I've owned that likes laying on or beside me when I'm in bed. I've probably taken up enough of your time and wish you well. Thank you for taking the time to read this and I hope I wasn't too annoying or anything.

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Mun: I'm so sorry about your lose, I'm glad you have a new companion 💙 Animals are beautiful and tbh I dont think we truly deserve them, they give more to us then i think we give to them.

Satan: (currently really sad about your lose) Umbri is beautiful, take care of each other.

[jackalopesao3]

Obey Me matchup please?

Hello, I hope it's alright if I submit this in this form instead of an ask.

I'm a hetero Female, 5'3" (161 cm), long dark blonde hair, blue eyes, pale, thin build, and wear glasses cause I'm blind af. I have a tomboyish sort of dress style. I like hoodies/jackets, don't like to wear skirts/dresses or high heels.

I'm a more quiet person, although I love memes and quoting things that make me laugh. I have a really immature sense of humor so sometimes simple potty humor is enough to get me going. It takes me a long time to fully trust someone. I have a lot of issues I don't like to talk about, including the fact that I'm autistic (aspergers to be precise) as it's something I really don't like about myself. I'm extremely self conscious about my looks, I don't think of myself as pretty or attractive. I hate it when people see me cry so if that happens I will hide and not come out till I'm ready. I have no confidence in myself, but I do have a willingness to learn. I can be sarcastic and will sometimes be a troll just for my own amusement. I consider myself more on the independent side so I'm not someone who needs constant attention. I like having my space and enjoying the silence when needed. I have a weakness for animals (especially cats, my cat is my baby) and Pokemon plush (hoarder). I'm into anime, manga, and video games. It's pretty much what I've invested all of my time into. I'm really reclusive and only go outside to work or go grocery shopping, although it's nice to get away from it all once in a while. I'm also a low energy person, so I enjoy a good siesta when I'm really tired. 

I don't know if I would consider myself touch starved, but I it's hard for me to be cuddly/intimate even with my family members, despite us being close. Not sure if it has to do with my autism or not, touch for me with other people is just kinda weird. That said, I'd like to be more intimate with those I'm close to, just have to get around the awkward feeling it gives me. Oddly enough, I touch/kiss/hug animals like my cat just fine. With animals, there is no awkward feeling. I'm the oldest of 3 children, and my sister wants to be hugged often and while I love her deeply, I wish she wouldn't hold onto me for so long. My brother is more like me, we love each other, but prefer to express our bond by talking about things nobody else really understands. It confuses our parents and strangers, but that just makes it the more entertaining for us. 

I hope this wasn't too long. Thank you for your time, I appreciate it!~

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Hiya, @lastnightshade!

I feel that you would match well with multiple Obey Me characters so it took me a bit of time to decide which one I thought was best. One particular did stand out to me that would make a good dynamic with you.

I believe that Belphegor would be the best match for you. I'm certain his sense of humor is quite similar to your own. Belphie is a sad boi so being able to make him laugh would help to take his mind off of more unpleasant thoughts. He appreciates your sarcasm and ability to troll. Often times, Belphie would join you in the trolling, especially if it involves Lucifer or Mammon (to him, they're just too funny when pranked). Belphie also loves wearing comfortable clothing. The two of you would definitely borrow hoodies and sweaters from each other. He'd find you so soft and comfy to hug when you're wearing a hoodie.

Belphegor is actually a pretty patient and understanding person (after the whole chapter 16 debacle). He would work hard to gain your trust and build up your confidence. He doesn't like seeing you so self conscious about yourself when it comes to your autism and your looks. Belphie is very observant and would pick up on this pretty quick. He'd help you learn to love yourself and embrace the things you are most conscious of.

You can cry in front of Belphie, as soon as he realizes why you hide, he'll offer you support and a shoulder to cry on. Once you begin to trust him more he will insist you come to him when you're feeling upset. He wants to be there for you to comfort you and protect you. When he falls for someone, he will do anything to keep them happy and safe. Belphie also respects your indenpendence at the same time. When you need space and don't want to be touched, he understands. He's happy to just curl up and take a nap somewhere while you decompress. The seventh-born will even show you some of his favorite spots to isolate himself when he needs alone time. Belphie doesn't mind taking his time with you, when you have issues with touching. He respects your boundaries and if you want to work on it, he will help you. He's always up for a nap and a cuddle if you're comfortable with it. If you can't handle touching, he's happy to just nap beside you. Much like you, he is low energy. Expect him and Beel to tag along when you go grocery shopping though. Just make sure Beel doesn't eat anything before it's paid for as Belphie doesn't always catch him.

Belphie enjoys similar activities to you. He'd be up for playing a video game with you or watching an anime. He might fall asleep but he'll try his best to stay awake for you. He definitely wouldn't mind if you used him as a pillow while you read your manga. He thinks your plushies are cute and also likes cats. Cats also like him as seen below:

Belphie also likes to have deep conversations with his s/o and bond over it. He will open up to you and tell you things he hasn't told his brothers. You both will help each other grow.

Runner-ups: Levi - you have a lot in common in terms of interests and personality; Solomon - I believe he could help you become more confident and give you strength; Mammon - I could see him bonding with you over humor and trolling.