Can somebody PLEASE explain to me why a garbage shitpile YouTube channel like DaddyOFive gets tons and tons of advertisements on their channel while channels like Philip DeFranco and Jenna Marbles are being demonetized?
Like, discussing current issues and being silly isn’t advertiser-friendly but ABUSING YOUR CHILDREN SURE IS.
late at night when you’re playing around on your computer. You’re
playing games and blogging when, all of a sudden, you see a little
advertisement in the corner or the screen. ‘Explore New Exotic Places
for Free!’ Seems interesting enough. You click on it and find out that
the information it wants is pretty basic. It’s not asking for anything
too demanding, so you don’t mind filling it out. After you’ve finished
the application, you mess around on the computer for another hour or two
before closing up your laptop and deciding it’s time for bed. You peel
off your bra and put your jammies on, then cuddle up in bed with your
big pillow. Life was simple for you, but lonely since you were always by
yourself. You couldn’t help but think about that little ad you had seen
earlier. Would it be cool to go to new places? Of course! Would it ever
happen? You highly doubted it. Before long you started to doze off and
All of a sudden, you woke up to
find yourself in extreme pain. Looking around, you discovered that you
weren’t in your room, but in a tube of water with things sticking to
your body. You tried to breathe, but found your lungs filled with water.
Were you drowning? No, you were breathing still somehow. Outside of the
tube, you could see a figure standing near the tube, watching you. She
had dark, chocolate skin and golden eyes, with a smile that made you
feel sick to your stomach even through all the pain.
“You are the
perfect test subject.You seem to be taking the transformation well.”
She said, pressing her hand up against the glass and examining you
further. This woman placed more hands on the tube. It turns out that she
has two sets of arms. “So far, your body has been able to adapt well
with the new genes. You will be the hope for a species far from your
New genes? What did she mean? That’s when you looked down
at yourself. You could understand why you were in so much pain now.
Where you once had legs, you now had a long, fishy, scaly tail in shades
of purple. You placed your hands against the glass, your head now
spinning. What was all this? What was going on?! Before you could say
anything, something changed in the water and you found yourself slipping
out of consciousness.
When you awoke, you found yourself in a
tank the size of a living room. You had been sleeping on something soft
that you would compare to a pillow, but you were underwater so how could
it be a pillow? You shook your head, trying to think of what happened
to you. Sitting up, you could see your new lower half. Deep purples and
blue scales started where your belly button once was, forming your new
tail. You had two small fins on your hips, and two tiny flippers near
the end of your tail. The upper half of your body seemed to be almost
the same as before, except that you had gills on your neck and the sides
of your ribs, and your ribcage stuck out more than before.
you like your new body?” You heard from the ceiling. There were speakers
in the corners of the tank. You grasped some of the pillows and covered
your chest and tried to speak, but couldn’t. The voice seemed to laugh
before the top of the tank started to open up. It was the woman from
before. “Do not worry, little one. No one will bother you about your
breasts. Now, try out your new fins and swim to the top.”
was very little you could do in this situation. You set the pillow back
down on the bottom of the tank and pushed yourself up into the water. It
took you a few clumsy minutes, but you were finally able to make it to
the top of the tank, where you coughed up water until your lungs filled
with air, and what you saw amazed you.
The tank you were placed
in was near several other tanks with strange fish-like creatures in
them, but none to the mermaid state you were in. Further away, there was
a large lake where you could see some jumping out of the water and
lounging around. Up above you were metal ceilings and large lights,
illuminating the area.
“You are on my ship.” Said the woman
standing on an observation deck near you. “And you are also very lucky
that your transformation was such a success. Others were not so lucky.”
It was the same woman from before. You grit your teeth, staring at her.
“Of course, you must have some questions. Please, feel free to ask me
anything.” She said, moving to the edge of the deck and sitting down,
placing her legs in the water.
Using your fins, you slowly made
your way near her and placed your arms on the edge of the tank. “Wh…
Where am I? And what happened?” You asked her, your voice shaky.
“As I said, you are on my intergalactic ship, soaring through space at
velocities your kind haven’t managed to reach as of yet. And, well, do
you not remember that you signed up for this?” She asked, looking at you
curiously. “We had put up an advertisement on the internet and asked
for volunteers who were willing to leave their homes.”
when it clicked. You had seen a silly little advertisement and clicked
on it. It had talked about wanting people to move to new, exotic places,
and you thought it was fake, but still put in your personal info cuz,
what the hell, it didn’t ask for much info. Your eyes widened as you
placed your hands on your forehead. “I… I didn’t think it was going to
be like this! I didn’t think it would be out of this world!” You sighed.
“Are you fucking serious?” You asked, looking at her. “That silly
little ad led to… to all this?!” You asked, gesturing to your lower
The mysterious woman seemed to giggle a little, placing a
hand on your shoulder. “It isn’t as bad as it seems, young lady. In
about a month’s time, we will be at Kashi, and you will begin your new
life there.” She said, trying to soothe you. “We needed to transform you
this way so you would fit in better with natives.” She gestured one of
her free hands towards the lake. “The Kashians are a dying species. They
asked me, a leading scientist from Vantu, to help them, and I couldn’t
You nodded, starting to get an understanding of the
situation, but were still very confused. “And… What did you mean by I
was the lucky one?” You asked, almost dreading the answer.
woman sighed. “You were the only one we have who accepted the genes
correctly. Everyone else either turned into more of a, what you call,
‘fish,’ rather than a Kashian.” She shook her head. “We only had about
20 other subjects, but only seven survived the testing, not including
you.” She looked away, towards some of the other tanks. “All of you that
were selected didn’t have close ties to any family, in case something
went wrong. You all signed your lives away, and even though I am sad
about that, I am grateful for all of you who survived. We have learned
much about the way the Kashi genes react to your species’ genes, but I
am afraid you are the only perfect creation we will ever make. I do not
wish to torment any of you again.”
“Oh… okay then.” You said,
watching her. “I’m not all that special. I don’t see how it was just me
that made it.” Looking down, you swished your tail a little from side to
side. “It’s pretty cool how you did this though. How did you get past
the government and take us?” You asked, kinda curious now.
just looked at you and smiled. “That is a story for another time. Right
now, you need to get used to your new body and rest before you are moved
into another tank with the others.”
“Others?” You asked quickly.
“Oh, right. The other people who made it.” Looking over at another
tank, you noticed a large fish-like creature staring at you. Once it
noticed you saw it, it swam away quickly. “I… I hope they’re nice.”
The woman slowly got out of the water, starting to walk away. “You will
have to find out tomorrow. By then, your vocal cords should be used to
the water and you can communicate with them.” She looked back at you and
waved. “Get some rest. Tomorrow’s a big day.” She started to walk away,
but stopped. “You may call me Dr. Kriyan. I will have someone bring you
food once you wake.” With that, she walked away, leaving wet footprints
on the deck until she walked through a doorway a little ways away, it
closing soon behind her.
Using your arms, you lifted yourself
onto the deck and sat at the edge where the doctor once sat. This was
all so strange. Only you and a couple others had survived? And when you
first met the doctor, she seemed to be so creepy but now she’s nice? You
shook your head, grasping it. Everything was confusing, but one thing
you weren’t sure of was if your singing voice had changed.
home, singing was your passion. You loved making your own songs and
singing by yourself or wherever you were. After warming up your voice
for a moment, you started to sing, delighted that your voice was still
the same. Some of the creatures in the tanks near you started to watch
you, but they didn’t seem as scared as they once were. You were glad you
could soothe them a little by singing. They must have been scared from
everything going on.
What you didn’t realize, however, was
that someone from the lake was watching you. They seemed to have fallen
for you, and you were the only thing they desired now.
everyone! You can call me Bree, and this is my first time posting
something like this. I have a page called @breedoesnsfw , and there will
definitely be more parts to this! Also, there’s been a lot of mermaid
stuff going on here so I joined the band wagon. Hope you all don’t mind!
I should have some naughty bits in the next post. <3
Yup yup, here’s another Zen fanfic ^^ I wanted to write a bit more kissing in there but it ended up not really suiting the scene, soooo I’ll likely be writing another Zen fic with more kissing sometime >_<
Spoiler free, safe for all ages. Enjoy!
“Cut, cut! Excuse me, can someone bring the model
a tissue? And we’re going to need the makeup artist in here again…”
Zen…” you say, looking over at him. The cat in his arms squirms and he quickly
hands it off to one of the crew beside him. A makeup artist approaches him and
applies a powder that reduces the redness on his cheeks and forehead.
drums his fingers on the armrest of his chair and takes a sip of his wine. “I
was right, coming here was a much better idea than going to that meeting.” This
might actually be the happiest you’ve even seen Jumin. Or perhaps happy isn’t the right word—smug, maybe?