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My twitter, where I draw the same filth that I write on here :) if anyones interested, go check it out!

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Anyone want to talk about how bad Mikasa’s gas gets if she’s got a poo brewing in her bowels?

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Mikasa actually shits like a well-fed horse, and, because she’s so bathroom shy, she litters the training grounds with her huge piles, sneaking off to drop earth-shaking poops in the private refuge of a bush. Just her firm bubble butt pumping out a mare’s mega-turd as Mikasa huffs, not with effort— for the glistening lengths of soft scat are spilling out of her hole effortlessly— but with pure embarrassment. I wonder if anyone stumbles across Mikasa’s massive mud pies that she occasionally produces when she can’t hold it anymore and needs to pop a squat. Leaving her mushy pile of half-formed loaves draped over the roots of a tree, or her long winding logs curled up in the tall grass, her dry rabbit pellets that she squeezed out one by one resting atop each other like a miniature ant hill… but, hey, Mikasa really had to go poop and sometimes her fellow cadets suffer from it. Like imagine accidentally stepping in Mikasa’s mammoth bowel movement and thinking it’s some beast of an animal, complaining loudly about it later while Mikasa turns a conspicuous bright red… scrubbing your boots clean of the soft peanut-butter colored scat coating wedged between the grooves, not knowing that Mikasa’s bum had dirtied them up. Sometimes, Mikasa has to grunt out some thick, dry turds too, laying enough lumpy bricks to build her own outer wall. On those days, she’s always conscientious of her surroundings, making sure no one has been lured over by the embarrassing sounds coming from her throat as a lumpy one starts to poke out. I’ll leave it up to your imagination as to whether or not she’s ever been caught!

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I know that y’all have been asking for the short Captain for a while so here’s Levi with the bubbly guts! I hope you enjoy :)

It’s common knowledge to Levi that Erwin gets constipated occasionally— though it’s hard to imagine the man sat on the pot, sighing as he realized the huge lumpy log widening his ring isn’t going anywhere without a lot of effort. It’s not common knowledge to Erwin, however, that the poor Captain is prone to an upset tummy. Living in the underground his whole life means that Levi’s stomach never fully got used to the hearty meals they serve officers. Even meager rations give him a bad case of gas and usually has him either letting slip a couple foul farts while on his horse, a disgusted look on his face from the stink he’s making, or holding it in all day till he’s alone in his quarters, free to blast away in private. Of course, Erwin isn’t aware of this when he invites Levi to a nice dinner of lamb chops and fine wine, a respectable, very filling dinner. Levi’s ready to explode by the time he’s done. His stomach is churning with a mushy poo and he still has a whole day ahead of him of babysitting brats. During drills with his squad, he’s even more snappish than usual; his squad all take turns trying to guess what’s worrying the Captain. They watch him sweat, sitting straight-backed on a barrel with a martyed face, perky butt clenched against a flood of diarrhea. Bad pre-diarrhea farts have begun to slip out from his rump, annoying the man to no end; he’s mortified at his own lack of control.

“Maybe his date with Commander Erwin went badly,” Jean suggests.

“Nah, he’s hungry! I know the face!” Sasha says.

“He’s disappointed in us. We need to be working harder,” Eren says, about to cry.

Mikasa, surprisingly, stays silent. She thinks she knows what ails the poor tiny Captain after turning a corner and hearing a wet sputtery fart shoot out from him the moment he relaxed. He had sighed quietly, the back of his neck heating up red as his toot lightened his belly. She had immediately retreated, probably the only one with the skills to escape undetected. For once, she feels solidarity with Levi, hoping he manages to get to a shitter before something unfortunate happens. After training, thankfully, that’s just what happens. Strutting stiffly, ready to explode, Levi gets out of the public eye and into his private quarter’s bathroom, immediately abandoning his air of poise as three rumbling farts dampen his white briefs. He shimmies around, cursing like a true Ackerman as his belt fights him. He finally gets his trousers and undies down and plunks his pale butt down on the seat, gassy diarrhea pouring out of him like a bucket full of mud. Urgent farts blast the wooden basin with more poo and Levi groans, gripping his cramping tummy. His toes squeeze in his boots as his full bottom dumps out a day’s worth of mushy shit. Bent double on the toilet, blasting out pure mush, Levi vows to decline Erwin’s generous offers in the future (this never happens my man is smitten).

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Hey, I’m not sure if you’re continuing this whole series or some of these fanfics, so I decided to continue some of them, since I have written a few fanfics like this in the past.

I’m not planning on releasing any of them though, unless I get permission, since these are your ideas. If you did give me permission, I’d give you full credit, of course, but I just wanted you to know since these are your works, and I’m just finishing some of them.

Hi omg, I’d be honored if you were to continue some of my fics!! That’s so cool :) and I am kind of on hiatus atm, I do have plans to continue but I don’t know when that’ll be… maybe I’ll post some random W.I.Ps that I have in my drafts to hold people over till then!

Anyways, you totally have my permission! we need more AoT content in general >:) I’d love to discuss this further in DMs, if you have an account on here!

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Imagine normal Eren in such a hurry to sit on the toilet and take a dump that he forgets to lock the stall door and he gets exposed when someone walks in.

Oooh such a good scenario but I NEED CLARIFICATION ANON is normal Eren just pre time skip Eren??? Or??

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How about Mikasa destroying multiple toilets after not going for weeks + spoiled food?

It would probably look something like this LOL

https://twitter.com/tridungvong/status/1307633044304527360?s=21&t=SRu06cgktRMHa0epxUzCEw

#mikasa #diarrhea #scat

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hear me out… post-time skip Eren having to pop a squat on his way to meet with the Yeagerists. Because, though he may be in his edgy phase 🥺 he’s still such a shy pooper, and there was no way he was going to stink up the toilet— if you could even call it that— in his cell. like, imagine a guard tending to his mess, just seeing the boy sitting on his bunk, all pouty and blushy, before looking down in amazement at the filled bowl. thick ropes of Eren’s softened poo snaking around the waterless basin. crumpled wads of toilet paper. the guard/ glorified janitor would just be thinking the whole time that all this came out of him? the slim, borderline skinny, glaring nineteen year old boy that looks like he just entered his rebellious phase? then: how long had he been holding it in? the answer would be way too long. Eren’s poor cotton boxers get the the full force of his pre-dump ass gas, just absorbing the most rotten farts, the stink-infused fabric fluttering slightly whenever he lets one rip… which is often, now that he’s on his way to meet up with his little fan club, and that loooong walk is jostling up his very full bowels, painfully reminding him— as if the heated farts spurting out from his tight perky bum every few minutes weren’t enough— that it’s been six days since he last relieved himself. soon, Eren’s taking a detour to go find a bush, one hand cupped over his jean-clad cheeks, squeezing them like a stress ball every time his tummy cramps up. he finds a shrub which is kinda like a bush, except with a lot less leaves and a lot less cover. fumbling with the buckle, Eren barely gets his pants and briefs down in time before his hole flickers open to unfurl the beginnings of a steamy mega dump, stretching taut around the first crackling log. the immense dragging force against his full sphincter and the feeling of pure relief makes his breath hitch, a soft moan leaving his lips. nearly all the stress of the past six days leaves his body in the form of impossibly long logs— earthy brown at first, gradating to a lighter peanut butter color (and texture), glistening as they catch the early morning sun and piles up beneath his squatting bum. I say nearly because Eren’s face is bright red, mouth scrunched up, eyes squeezed shut as if he’s afraid to see his enormous creation under him. the shrub that he’s squatting behind really does not do much in way of privacy, offering meager cover at most, and just imagine a stray yeagerist, late to join the party, stumbling upon Eren, drawn in by the ripping farts blasting out or the quiet grunts he’s making. just seeing the Usurper himself, Humanity’s Hope, with a turd hanging from his ass. naked except for his jeans puddled around his ankles, toned tummy flexing and contracting with every push, penis spraying out a stream of pee, butt domed open, anus rippling and widening as another rapid length of doughy shit drops into the pile… the yeagerist— or whoever, they’re probably not going to live to tell the tale about it anyways— thinks almost the same thing as Eren’s prison guard minus a couple words; how did he hold that in?

yeah, Eren uses his boxers to wipe and goes commando for the rest of the arc. or Floch gives him his LOL

#poop desperation #farting #eproctophilia #eren #scat

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I’d like to see Goth Mikasa unloading in the school toilets after a long class only to realize that there is no toilet paper

thank you for giving me the opportunity to write Goth Mikasa >:)

Mikasa’s been holding in a massive dump all day. she’s resolved to never use the bathrooms at school for anything other than a quick pee, unless it’s an emergency, and today it’s definitely an emergency. normally, the goth waits till she gets home to make her generous steaming brown offering in the sanctity of the porcelain bowl, but she overindulged in some greasy fast food last night and her belly is left groaning and moaning because of it. crop-dusting in the halls to vent her build-up of pre poop gas, those rancid sbds hissing out from her butthole with the swaying motion of her skirt and the tick tick of her cute butt. her twin ponytails bouncing, her boots clomping, as she marches to her next class, farting with each step. getting rid of her tummy ache while she can before a long hour of holding. the quiet goth girl, never anyone’s first suspect, despite the brilliant blush on her face. Mikasa’s never taken the blame for her farts and she doesn’t plan to anytime soon. just keeps a passive poker face while everyone accuses each other.

by third period, Mikasa really needs to poop. losing hope that she can make it till she gets home, she mutters a spell under her breath, calling upon dark magic to help her keep her quivering little anus shut. while the spell’s original purpose is made for warding off unintentionally summoned evil, Mikasa figures she could use it to keep her impending load at bay, keep it from surging out and nestling against her favorite black lace panties. the spell works; but it has to be an exchange. it demands an offering. all it asks in return is a momentary lapse in dignity, so Mikasa retreats to an empty hall, lifts one leg slightly and farts loudly. her eyes flutter shut with the temporary relief that ripping ass brings. during lunch, she finally has the opportunity to sneak off to a remote bathroom, where she knows nobody will be around to smell her stink when she does her business. entering the empty bathroom, she selects the furthermost stall and quickly shuts the door behind her. after hanging her book bag on the hook, she rolls up her skirt, and slides her stockings and panties to her calves, revealing to us her creamy thighs— adorned with pink stripe patterns where her tight stockings dug into her soft flesh— and to the toilet her pale ass— two impossibly bubbly cheeks, curving outwards from her hips. and between them, her little brown hole, just beginning to blossom open in early anticipation. Without further ado, Mikasa takes her seat, bare rump squashing cutely on the cold rim, ringed fingers curling at her knees, toes curling in her boots, and gets ready to do what every student eventually finds themselves having to do one day; dump ass in a public bathroom. Mikasa blushes as her butthole spreads around a huge oily fast-food induced turd. It slinks out from between her buns like a fat rope— crackling loudly enough to make the nature of her business known, should anyone walk in while she occupies a stall— touches water silently, and keeps coiling round and round, while Mikasa huffs out embarrassed grunts, the pressure on her rectum briefly intensifying. While her crammed bowels empty, the toilet fills, an exchange of sorts. Finally, her ring winks, sending the end of her glistening poop slapping against dry porcelain with a splat, its tail a quarter way out of the water. Some sort of dark spell to reduce the stink would be nice, especially after Mikasa cuts a few quiet boiling farts that had been stewing in her belly since second period, but alas, she’ll just have to deal with the smell. No amount of magic could make stinking up the school bathrooms any less embarrassing. Her face is bright red, she’s acutely aware that anyone could enter and see her tell-tale black boots underneath the stall, and know who she is. But at least she’s done; a huge steamy dump winds its way around the circumference of the bowl, tapered only at the end, where Mikasa’s anus pinched it off, the head of the log choking the pipes. Her body’s daily offering— one that the stoic goth had been storing in her colon all day— is made extra special, having been birthed in a place other than Mikasa’s own bathroom at home. She reaches for the grace of the toilet paper— only to grasp at nothing. Mikasa frowns, only now beginning to feel the passing of time allotted for the lunch hour, and the mess of brown smeared across her hole. There’s a price to pay for everything, and this is the reason why nobody uses the remote, out-of-the-way bathroom; it’s never stocked properly.

okay, I think I went a bit overboard with this one, but enjoy! now just imagine Mikasa doing the no toilet paper shuffle to the next stall, stockings and underwear still slung around her ankles.

#poop desperation #farting #eproctophilia #mikasa #gothkasa #scat

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spoilers for season 4 part 2 if you guys haven’t already seen it! (how??) anyways

Eren can alter the bodies of all subjects of Ymir right? >:) im considering starting a series of imagines where he’s a stupid perv and he just “alters” the amount of waste/ gas in various character’s bodies.

#or in his own body accidentally #did someone say more post time skip eren poop desp??

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have you seen one piece

nope! I hear that there’s a looot of episodes to it, so it’s a little intimidating lol

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Scenario where Frieda Reiss ran out of toilet paper and becomes desperate enough to command Ymir Fritz to make her some from the paths.

LOL I was actually just thinking about something like this, anon! like the founder could tell Ymir Fritz to make anything, as long as it’s biological, I’m pretty sure. and tp was made from animal hide back then soooo…

Frieda’s just doing her business, pinching off some loaves in her bathroom, humming the tune of church hymns to herself, when she reaches for old reliable and realizes that the roll is empty. she sighs with the aggravation of a displeased goddess. her shrine down there has been desecrated, and she cannot do her sermon with a sour smell wafting from her behind, a dirtied back door, and mud smeared between her fat, full asscheeks. and because she’s kind of a ditz, “oh Ymir! lend me your… erm… toilet paper!”

if Ymir Fritz was anyone else she would’ve rolled her eyes at the request. but the founder had given the command, so she would obey.

#scat #frieda

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I’d love to see one of Historia being desperate for a poop break while attending to her queenly duties and just barely making it in time.

I could totally see Historia needing to use the little queen’s room really badly during an audience with her advisors. she’s trying to focus on it, she really is, and it’s cute how she devotes polite attention to each speaker, blue eyes round with worry, flitting to the the door and back again. trying to think about anything but taking a huge dump, all that’s running through her mind right now is sitting on the throne— the porcelain one— and crackling out some bowl-choking logs. she’s literally sweating because of how badly she needs the chamber pot, perspiration is beading at her downy hairline, the neck of her collar, pooling and running down the soft flesh of her rump, disappearing between her trembling asscheeks or being lapped up hungrily by the cloth of her royal panties. fanning herself as if that will do anything. one of her advisors asks if her highness is hot. and Historia blushes because the only thing above room temperature is the rotten air around her hindquarters. because her highness is farting. uncontrollably. hot quiet pre-poop gas is puffing out from her every few seconds, creating her own personal layer of eggy butt stink. she’s just lucky that her advisors haven’t approached the throne yet. they’re too busy talking about methane leaks from the mines, or cattle polluting the nearby rivers by dumping in them, or new sewage installments for the castle. it’s downright torture for the young queen. her little hole is starting to widen no matter how tight she keeps her cheeks clenched, her pink anus doming around a lumpy peeking turd, like a halfway buried seed. and finally, when the meetings are over with, Historia’s sitting on a stump. she’s turtleheading so bad, her tummy is in knots and she’s turning tail (literally) and running out the door before she has to sit there and listen a minute longer. she makes it just in time to throw off her clothes and slam her butt on the chamber-pot. groaning with pure relief, Historia drops two coiling mega-logs that had been broiling in her belly for the past couple days in quick succession— plop-plop! and then her butt starts splurting out gassy soft poo. those two solid turds were just plugs for the golden butt batter that’s now covering the bowl. Historia’s urgent two-tone dump ends, and she vows to never hold it in this long again… or at least to never schedule consecutive meetings in a row with no potty break. doing her duty must always come before performing her duties.

#farting #poop desperation #eproctophilia #historia #scat

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Mikasa fart desperation!!!! Fucking love it, imagine her belly making all these moaning noises and her fat ass clenching and struggling to hold it all back - and her cute face contorting and twisting as she tries to hide the fact that she’s about to explode. Don’t let her fart. Make her hold it. If Eren told her to hold it for him, she would. No matter how bloated her stomach gets, or how urgent the pressure becomes~

omgggg, you nearly gave me a heart attack with this one! just Mikasa with a HUGE pocket of hot gas just sitting in her gut. she’s literally so bloated, so full of held-in festering farts that she feels like she’s going to pop. her creamy white tummy— normally so toned and slim— protruding, bulging past the waistband of her panties, swirling with trapped gas, groaning and bubbling nonstop, anyone who has ears can tell that she has the worse case of the bubble guts. my girl is reduced to waddling around, her toes are literally curling in her boots from the pressure. and gosh is Mikasa pulling some weird faces, trying to hide them by pulling her scarf to her nose. her pretty nose is scrunching up as she denies her body the relief it craves, lips pursing, blowing out a tense sigh, hissing in pain from tummy cramps, she even goes nearly cross-eyed once, trying not to have her butt absolutely erupt with everything that’s been building in her poor stomach the whole day, trying with all her might to hold in her farts. and speaking of Mikasa’s cute pale bubble butt, snug between her cheeks, her little hole is twitching like a rabbits nose, just so terse and quivery as her perfect control wans and wans. but she just cant rip ass and just deflate all that pressure, because no matter how badly she wants to fart— needs to fart— Eren told her to hold it in, and that’s what she’s gonna do.

thank you for the incredible prompt ;)

#eproctophilia #farting #mikasa

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thinking about Mikasa holding in her farts ughh. that’s it. just for whatever reason she can’t release her boiling gas and has to suffer the bloat and the cramps.

#mikasa #farting #eproctophilia #i need to take a breather

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I’d love to see a scenario where Eren and Armin have gotten into trouble with some bullies so Mikasa tries to tell Carla but she’s busy pooping on the toilet.

I feel like Mikasa would defend Armin and Eren no matter what, so maybe Carla has a talk with the girl, and tells Mikasa to come straight to her whenever Eren gets into a scuffle again. but— no buts! you come straight to me, young lady. i’ll have a talk with those boys and their mothers.

but now, the only heated discussion that’s happening is between her stomach and that corn beef brisket that her husband made last night. it was delicious, prime meat brought straight from the capital, but gosh is it disagreeing with her. so Carla’s been doing the usual chores around the house with a hand resting on her matronly aproned belly, like a small bird roosting before a storm. her gut is grumbling with discontent and she’s cutting some bad farts every few minutes. as the certified milf of the series, Carla is blessed with a huge rear end and each time that plump peach of a butt lets loose with long bubbly farts that press from between her soft cheeks in short bursts and flurries, she exclaims “phew!” in the girlish way only a mother can do, and swishes her dress, airing her dirty laundry and clearing it of the warm stink of her gas. she’s just glad the kids aren’t home and her husband’s at work. when she feels that particular drop in her colon, she knows it’s time to pay a visit to the ladies room. mama bear needs to poop. once she’s on the toilet— plush asscheeks nearly enveloping the seat, thick thighs spread for comfort, dress and apron hung on a wall hook near the vanity, frilly lavender panties puddled at her ankles— Carla begins to birth a huge log. her eyes water at the sheer girth of her piping hot turd, fresh out of the oven, as it carves its way downwards, too heavy and thick to coil or curve. she grunts; bits of corn are speckled throughout the dark-brown meaty sausage of scat, brushing against her stretched ring in a not entirely unpleasant sort of way. the leftovers of last night’s dinner are finally making their unsightly appearance.

outside the bathroom, the front door flies open. Carla curses to herself. Eren and Mikasa must be home. but nope, it’s just Mikasa this time. it’s hard to take a dump in peace when you have children.

“Miss Carla!” the girl’s voice was sharp with urgency.

“In the bathroom, sweetheart!” Carla says tensely, just a tad bit self-conscious with a log hanging from her butt and the stench of a well-used barn thickening the air. her reeking tail is six inches and only half way out. “I’m a little bit busy.”

“Those kids are back,” Mikasa says from outside the door. “The mean ones. They are… calling Eren and Armin names. I think they are going to fight soon.

“What?” Carla says, surprised. her anus is also surprised. the turd dips and sways as her widened hole tautens around it’s bulky base, nearly pinching it off. she huffs out a couple more crawling inches of scat, if only to appease the dull ache in her abdomen.

“You told me to tell you,” Mikasa adds, a hint of accusation (and a pout only noticeable to those who knew her) in her tone.

“I did, didn’t— hah! —I?” the fat tip of Carla’s ring-stretching dump finally reaches the bottom of the basin without being pinched off, just a long thick rope descending from the canyon of her clefts. the strain of pumping out this monster makes Carla sweat a little, rubbing her softly rounded tummy, and spreading her legs a bit more. leave it to Eren to get into trouble while she was busy on the pot. well, she didn’t have any other choice. she had given those bullies the benefit of the doubt, but now it was time to sick Mikasa on them.

“Listen, Mikasa— nghhh… —I might be in here for a while. So— ooh! —so you have my permission to protect Eren. Just… no broken bones this time, okay, honey?”

#farting #poop desperation #carla #eproctophilia #scat

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What do you think the aot girls would do if they were having problems with constipation? Would they try remedies like massaging and stretching? Would they ask for help? Or just try to strain it out in the loo? What do you think?

I feel like Mikasa would definitely try some strenuous stretches and deep ancient techniques for tummy massages. That’s a given, she’d just incorporate them into her daily workout routine. Plus, Mikasa in a yoga pose, ass up, back arched, forcing out stale airy farts past the immense blockage in her bowels, waiting patiently (albeit uncomfortably) for the urge to push is super cute in general.

Historia would ask for help, probably from Ymir. Having her girlfriend’s hands on her warm, softly globular belly, like a maternity photo shoot, would probably make it easier for her to squeeze out what’s been making her feel so heavy this whole time.

Annie would strain. Hunched over on the can, grunting loudly, as her sore hole purses around unsatisfying little nuggets, like grapes bursting out from vine leaves. Eventually, the head of a darkish bone-dry behemoth of a turd would poke out from her gaping back door, with Annie tracking it’s slow, painful process by peeking through her legs in between straining.

…I literally can’t see Sasha getting constipated LOL the girl has the healthiest bowels!

#farting #historia #mikasa #annie #scat #constipation