As much as it pains me to say, I might be slightly burnt out on this project. The only thing keeping me going now is discipline; the passion is still there, but it's overwhelmed. Maybe I'll work on something else while I continue pecking away at it. Something...uh, shorter.

Ikaika only gets handmedowns when he goes over to Zoe's for a playdate :) --- Absolutely incredible comm from @0lileli.bsky.social 💜💜 ft. @zoethepup.bsky.social & @bigmittenkitten.bsky.social

tfw your first experience with something is bad enough that it kills your confidence to try again.

Man. Seeing people talk about writing makes me want to add my two cents to the discussion, but I realize some of my perspectives aren’t exactly popular consensus, haha… I’m okay doing my own thing. It’s just weird being an outlier.

Not much progress in the past 7 months. But it's getting there. Slowly but surely, it's getting there...

You know what? I really don't tell people enough that I like their stuff. I'm always worried about coming off as overly familiar, or a sex creep, or just...weird. So I don't comment a lot. But life's too short to be worrying about that stuff. Everyone deserves to know they did a great job.

In another life, were I not a fox, I think I should like to be a cat.

The Crow Mauler stalks you. Hearing its brutal limb scrape the distant halls, the hairs on your nape stiffen, and something inside you loosens. Warmth trickles, seeps, soaks, settles in your cloth diaper, until it's as chill and dank as the dungeon. …Can it smell you? You hope not. You -pray- not.

Everyone's all about taking serious, dramatic concepts and universes and turning them into slice-of-life AB/DL. I totally get the appeal! But I'm the opposite. Give me incontinent characters navigating life-threatening situations. Give me regressed characters fighting unknowable entities.

The universal babyfur experience of hitting Ctrl+F and searching for “diaper”, except you don’t get a hit until 40 pages in at Chapter 4. You’re gonna read that plot development, and you’re gonna like it.

Anyway, apropos of nothing at all, you know what I like to see in AB/DL stories? That slow transition from resenting having to wear diapers, to finding them convenient, to them being a normal part of one’s life. You start off despising their necessity. You end up appreciating their comfort.

When people see a Hisuian Zorua, show me, and go “It you”… Yeah, that’s the good stuff. It me. It very me.

Current mood: the desperate urge to share the AB/DL romance-smut I've been working on vs. the recognition some things are better kept a surprise. I don't have any pithy remarks to share. Just, you know, the usual. Space vulpines—they, as always, do be fuckin'.

This story oscillates rapidly between "Haha, sexy vixen pees herself :3" and "Being a mercenary is dangerous work, and it's sobering how much and how easily life is wasted in war and survival". Not exactly what I thought I was making when I started out. But hey, I'll take it.

Anyway, yeah. @kinnyfox.bsky.social‘s visit to see me for the holidays has officially concluded, and I’m doing my best to be a brave boy despite my big feelings. ;w;

Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened. ❤️

I prefer a little pathos with my AB/DL stories. That, and the imminent threat of bodily harm. Nothing goes better with diapers than the realization of your own mortality, right?

Hi everyone! I have a new account! A lot of stuff has happened in the past week and I'm just going to have a positive attitude and post about stuff that I like :)

My brain: Don’t post that. It’s inane drivel. You have a reputation to uphold. It’s not even that funny. Me: Mmmm… Micholas Mouse.

It always warms my heart whenever people see Shiro and instantly fawn over him. He's my special blukberry tart, too innocent for this world, too pure. u////u

My Christmas presents from @kinnyfox.bsky.social this year. Aaaaaaaa. They’re so pretty. ❤️

Wrapping presents used to give me so much anxiety. The paper had to be folded around perfectly. No jagged edges. No blocky end pieces. My parents could do it. Why can't I? Now, I don't care if they look like utter chaos. The shittiness is endearing.

The struggle of realizing your paragraphs are all the same size, and your aesthetic sensibilities (read: minor OCD) won’t let you go without fixing it.

I thought I was losing my touch. Lately, I've been jotting down maybe a sentence a day, coasting by while trying to rediscover my passion for this story. …Yeah, uh…turns out I haven't written smut in…months? Give me a vixen grinding her soaked diaper to paste, and you get paragraphs, easy.

For someone who works with words for a living, I sure struggle to put to print my own thoughts and feelings these days. Maybe it’s too much effort for too little dopamine. Or maybe it’s something deeper that’s wrong with me. I wish I knew.

Been spending my Christmas vacation with @kinnyfox.bsky.social. It feels so great vibing together in the same room as him. ❤️

Still bad at lighting

#messy: You'd think going to school pantsless in a muddy overnight diaper clinging to your waist for dear life would be the most embarrassing part of the morning routine. But you're more humiliated by your parent kissing you as they drop you off. I mean, really, mom. I'm 12. >.>

"What the hell, mom?!" 💙 My first comic-sketch commisson. Made for Rahki in Telegram:3

I'm sorry that practically everything kinky I talk about these days is diaper swapping related. It will happen again.

#diaper #messy #gross: Two kiddos playing video games together, laughing, smiling, enjoying each other's company and childish banter. Arrows point at their respective, mushy rears. -> Her (well-loved) old diaper -> His (soon-to-be) new diaper You can guess which is which.

#diaper #messy #gross: Two kiddos playing video games together, laughing, smiling, enjoying each other's company and childish banter. Arrows point at their respective, mushy rears. -> Her (well-loved) old diaper -> His (soon-to-be) new diaper You can guess which is which.

I’m begging you all to read Kagurabachi. I promise you, whatever generic shonen story you think the series is going to be from the first three chapters, you have no idea.

In case it wasn’t obvious where I stand, I’ll be clear: I indulge in a lot of kinks that skirt—or even outright breach—the boundaries of ageplay and sexual fantasy. I’m not here to argue the nuance of why I enjoy them, and I don’t need to justify my existence when I’m not hurting anyone.

#diaper #messy #gross: I like obvious indicators of a swapped diaper, like some other kid's name scribbled on your seat in blurred sharpie. But I like subtle signs too, like you and your friend always wearing different colored diapers. Then, suddenly, you're matching, and only one of you is clean.

Sneaking off to a secluded place with your crush for some..."intimate time" together. Diapers grinding, rustling, sloshing, smushing. Feeling no sense of urgency as the bell rings. You're both late to class, but you can't leave--not until you're finished, your Pampers plastered.

Demolished 20+ people in a word chain/word association game at the office today. Got me a sweet new mug as a prize. 😎

#tmi #messy: Senior class, first period—Social Studies. It’s a boring subject, worse when it’s first thing in the morning. Your eyelids droop. Your head slumps against your arm propping it up. Your rear sinks further into your muddy overnight diaper. Its pleasant muckiness only makes you drowsier.

#messy #diaper #gross: Getting the neighbor girl's poopy overnight diaper for my morning change. Not because my caregiver thinks I need punishing, but because I asked nicely for it. u3u

Comm for anonymous!

#diaper #messy: You know what I like? Diapers with visibly stained leak-guards. Everything contained, nice and comfy and cozy. Maybe you don't notice how dirty they are unless they lift their leg or sit down. But one glance at the softly bulging seams, and you know it's a disaster inside.

#diaper #messy: You know what I like? Diapers with visibly stained leak-guards. Everything contained, nice and comfy and cozy. Maybe you don't notice how dirty they are unless they lift their leg or sit down. But one glance at the softly bulging seams, and you know it's a disaster inside.

Remembering the antagonist of a cancelled story of mine and wondering if I should commission someone to draw him someday. He always was my favorite…

*warning messy swapping* @pupkit.bsky.social and @bathroombritches.bsky.social have come to a nice arrangement. After a long day at work zepherlot has a nice, full, mushy pamp to help take the edge off. Although it won't necessarily be his pamp he'll be wearing. Congrats yall #abdl #diaper

After a month waiting for my Super Pixel Pals to arrive and hoping the status changes to something, anything else, it looks like the package is officially lost in the mail system. Grump. :C

On a related note, the irony doesn't escape me that I've been writing an AB/DL story with this very thing as the inciting incident. Life imitates fiction.

I wouldn't say I've joined the bedwetters club. Rather, I think I qualify for temporary, honorary membership, at least tonight. -w-

Someday, I won't kill the mood.