#tw: unsanitary

[majikdog]

Not other fans bitching about the logistics of Ghost fanfiction and the inaccuracies compared to the real life Catholic Church hierarchy. The fictional popes sing in a band. They sing about licking Satan’s asshole. A ghost pope sharted in a car.

#My Mummy Dust #Ghost #Vent #tw: unsanitary #like good lord if you have so many gripes with the fandom/band LEAVE #or write your own shit ffs #Not Safe for Rats #this is why I need to stay off twt #to be fair it was a ss from here so also 🤨🤨

[heartfullofleeches]

Apple on the watch list as soon as darling patient sends in a piss sample

"My sincerest apologies!- We seem to have misplaced your sample. Please send another at your earliest convenience."

"tf you mean you lost it-"

"...heheh, er... lost in transportation??"

"you're the only doctor town!"

#tw: unsanitary #yandere #Milk farm tag #yandere oc #yandere hybrid

[arfid-is-hecc]

I think the brand of chicken nuggets we get was just ruined for me

I was having some chicken nuggets with a nice little garlic parmesan sauce I made, when I notice something long and white sticking out of the nugget I'd just took a bite from. I thought it would be a hard piece of chicken or something, so I pull it out.

No. Not chicken. Not bone. A small, white feather probably the length of my pinky finger. A chicken's feather was in the meat.

And now I feel sick 🤢

#arfid #avoidant restrictive food intake disorder #actually arfid #arfid struggles #arfid problems #tw: unsanitary

[kohakus-tv]

Btw you said once that it’ll be cute if Kohaku pisses herself as she dies while Akiha fucks and chokes her. Do you have any additional thoughts about this?

i don't remember exactly how i thought of it when i said it, but my current thought process is that akiha wou be fucking kohaku from behind, choking her to the point she would go feral resulting kohaku to start pissing herself as she slowly dies of asphyxiation. she'd be ecstatic while at it and akiha would too, and after calming down and realising what she did, a lovely crying mixed with laughter would overcome her as she's over kohaku's dead body, confused as to what to feel

cute (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

#tw: unsanitary #kohakiha #tv talks #thenormalestgirlintheworld

[unmakxr]

Overlord flails his arms around, attempting to gain Unicron's attention and communicate im mime. He points to his intake, opening it and showing the empty cavern there. No glossa. None. Gone.

Then he presses his servos together, mimicking praying. Please? Please fix? Surely if anyone can, it's Unicron.

The (telepathic) construct stares down, unimpressed.

But it opens its serrated mouth anyway, reaching a hand in to grab something and pull it out. That white, segmented thing wriggles as it's held out between two claws.

There you go. That help any?

#text #tw: unsanitary #tw: parasite #lord overlips #y'want a tongue friend #they good at singing

[adobe-outdesign]

Shout out to The Key from the Pilot just making a couple people pissing themselves before resuming fear-mongering.

me watching the new series at the beginning: boy, I sure am glad none of the piss scenes from the pilot made it in

me watching episode 2: ok nvmd

#we didn't see bird guy's morgan this time though so. improvement? #don't hug me i'm scared #dhmis series #tw: unsanitary

[wormsdyke]

artist rendition me prepping to clean moldy dishes (been struggling with severe executive dysfunction that allowed dishes to get moldy) (have ocd that makes me sooooo scared of mold)

ALT

sunglasses to help block my view of the mold, surgical mask to help block the mold from entering my lungs

#it’s 3am. #orating! #tw: unsanitary

[dirtwatchman]

PARTIES: Caleb (@dirtwatchman) TIME: Early August SUMMARY: Caleb gets caught doing something unsavory by a random stranger. How unlucky for said stranger. WARNINGS: Death, grave disturbances, cpr, blood, surgery (not descriptive, just mentions), unsanitary (also not descriptive, just want to be safe), mentions of child/domestic abuse

He didn’t know his own strength anymore. Even when he was well fed and less of a threat to society, Caleb apparently had more strength than he realized. It was probably all of those years spent digging in a cemetery so that people could lay their loved ones to rest or maybe even the years spent working his odd end jobs but no matter what it was he needed to remember this moment so that it didn’t happen again. Flashes of the night kept replaying in his mind as he dug up the soft earth beneath his feet, undoing the progress he’d made to re-bury a body Caleb had just stolen a brain from earlier. 

The person had come out of nowhere, their eyes wide as they roamed over the various tools the zombie used to pry the dead person’s brain from their skull, until they stopped on said brain resting in a plastic container inside of his Igloo cooler. A scream rang out in the night causing him to realize he wasn’t alone, a breath he didn’t necessarily need to take hitching in his throat as his eyes met the other person's panic stricken ones. Caleb stammered while he tried to think of an explanation to give but how did one explain this scene? How was he supposed to tell them that Caleb was only trying to keep people safe? He couldn’t, a full sentence hadn’t gotten the chance to form before the other person was yelling.

“Oh my god, you freak, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Maybe if the person hadn’t uttered those words at all they would still be with the living but when he’d heard ‘freak’ Caleb saw red. It brought him back to those nights he’d spent with the Ellsworth’s, bringing back the words that his own foster father had shouted at him far too often in his youth. ‘Freak’ seemed to be a trigger for him, something that had been completely unknown before that night, and a fact that only instilled more fear in his mind. This couldn’t happen again and yet the word was a common insult to throw around. Maybe not at him but there were a multitude of other ‘freaks’ walking through the streets of Wicked’s Rest and just as many disrespectful human beings, if not more.

Looking back on it, the person calling him a freak was valid. How often did someone come along and find a man with a dead person’s brain sitting next to them on the ground? Nobody could blame them for wanting to go to the authorities, not even the zombie who was doing his best to sustain his and others appetites. But in the heat of the moment Caleb had lost the ability to think clearly and now the stranger was laying on the ground, blood pooling from the wound to their head. One minute they were yelling about going to the police and then the next he was pushing them so hard they’d cracked their skull against a particularly sturdy headstone.

The worst part? For a split second Caleb had felt vindicated, relieved, some sort of sick satisfaction as he moved closer to them and watched them bleed from their open wound imagining that it was Gary lying there not breathing. 

Then he finally realized they weren’t breathing. 

“Wait…wait, no!” 

Caleb shook his head as his own words echoed in his mind, the panic lacing his voice still palpable even within a memory. The shovel in his hand hit the top of the coffin he’d already said goodbye to once tonight, causing a vibration to move through his hands and his arms, arms that should have been sore after trying to revive the person he’d killed. But after wiping away more of the dirt, all Caleb could do was stand there and stare at the gray coloring of it. The color matched the body sitting at the edge of the grave, his gaze cutting to the hand now hanging over the edge. It was as if they were pointing at him, accusing him, ignoring the apology that repeatedly slipped from his lips earlier in the night.

“I’m sorry…I’m so sorry!”

Caleb’s arms moved in sync to the rhythm of Staying Alive, the song they told him to hum if he’d ever needed to administer CPR to anyone. His hands were clasped together over the person’s chest, pumping as hard as he could in hopes of bringing them back from the murky depths of death. It was useless though. They were gone. He knew they were gone and yet he couldn’t stop the motion until he heard the tell tale crack that told him he’d broken their ribs in more than one place. 

That sound pulled him away from the song. He sat back on his legs as defeat joined the despair filling his entire body, tears rolling down his cheeks when he finally accepted that they were dead. How did this happen? He was careful about keeping himself fed so that he could avoid situations like this and yet there was a body on the ground next to him with their skull exposed. 

“I’m sorry.”

It slipped from his lips again, his mouth moving with the ghost of his own lips as he pulled himself back to the present once more. This time it was whispered as opposed to being spit out like poison against his tongue. The apology disappeared into the night, joining the sounds of the crickets playing a mournful tune. At least they were getting a proper funeral.

Caleb wiped at his nose with the sleeve of the flannel shirt he had wrapped around his waist before he threw the shovel over the edge of the grave. He crawled out himself, situating himself so he was sitting next to the body with his legs hanging over the side. A proper funeral held goodbyes, words of sorrow from loved ones. Even if he wasn’t a loved one, even if in their last moments this person was terrified of him, they deserved to know that Caleb hadn’t meant to do this. They deserved…something.

What did one say about someone they didn’t know? Especially when he was the cause of their demise? He looked over at them, their eyes wide open with fear. Rigor Mortis had already started to set in so there was no use in trying to close them but he wished he’d thought to do it earlier. Again, he felt like he was already on trial for the murder he hoped would never be discovered, those lifeless eyes boring into him, burning him up from the inside. 

“If it helps, I’m…never going to get this out of my mind.” And he wouldn’t. This person was a part of him now. They would forever be a part of his history, of what makes him who he is. They were molding him into a new shape even now. “Even if you don’t come back as a ghost you’re going to haunt me. Isn’t it fun that that’s your legacy?” The words dripped with sarcasm usually only reserved for himself. He supposed they still were even as the body continued to stare back at him.

It was time, though. He needed to get moving and make this body disappear quickly. If he kept this up somebody else was going to come along and all the effort spent would be wasted. Sighing, he stood up and unceremoniously kicked the body into the grave with one foot. It landed with a thud against the coffin below, causing him to flinch. How primitive of him. 

“Here lies…a person who didn’t deserve this no matter how harsh their words were. They join Mrs. Darcy in the dark depths of the earth, forever bound to her with their too early demise. I wish you all the peace death can bring.” Swallowing thickly, Caleb moved to grab his shovel but before he started to entomb them within the earth he repeated the words he’d said a hundred times that night. 

“I really am sorry.”

#Threads #Thread: Solo #Freak #tw: death #tw: blood #tw: surgery #tw: unsanitary #tw: domestic abuse

[invertedfate]

After the final battle. Flowey gets all of his petals ripped out, gets pissed on by an obnoxious white dog, and cannot do anything but watch in horror as Chara and Frisk commit pre-marital cheek kissing in-front of him

That's way too mean-spirited, anon. I assume it's a joke, but like. I would never be THAT cruel to Flowey and turn him into a punching bag. Hell, any Charisk stuff with IF, I'd prefer not to be to spite him, if that makes sense? Like, if people wanna draw IF Charisk scenarios, I'd rather it not be a "fuck you, flowey" thing. Though obviously I can't control what other people do.

#asks #tw: unsanitary

[nonbinary-androids]

What is it with my family and the urge to fill the sink with dirty bowls that they’ve also half-filled with water (but no soap or anything). They have got to realize that it makes it dramatically harder and more gross to clean everything right???

#lee rambles on and on #tw: unsanitary #just in case

[majikdog]

Oh, ghesties. It is time we humble ourselves with the Mary Goore shitting in a sink story

#hold on lemme get my sources #do you even KNOW who you are dealing with here?? #Tobias Forge #Ghost #Repugnant #Kazoo of Destiny #My Mummy Dust #tw: unsanitary

[clownstolemyjokesarchived]

I would say this is a new low for me, but... I’ve written worse.

#﹙ OOC ﹚ Oᴘᴏ sᴘᴇᴀᴋs #Piss play? Nah #That's weak sauce #For me anyways #akejgnae #but shhhhh #TW: Unsanitary #We gotta keep it tame

[never-took-a-lesson]

I’ve come to make an announcement: Forte is a bitchass mother fucker. He pissed on my fucking wife. That’s right, he took his pipe organ little frilly dick out and he pissed on my fucking wife, and he said his dick was THIS BIG. And I said “that’s disgusting!” So I’m making a callout post on my twitter dot com. Maestro Maximilian Forte, you got a small dick, it’s the size of this walnut except WAY smaller. And guess what, here’s what my dong looks like: PFFFFGGGGHHHHTT!! That’s right baby. All point, no frills, no organ keys, look at that it looks like two balls and a bong. He fucked my wife so guess what, I’m gonna FUCK THE EARTH. THATS RIGHT THIS IS WHAT YOU GET, MY SUPER LAZER PISS. Except I’m not gonna piss on the earth, I’m gonna go higher. I’m pissing on the MOOOOOON! How do you like that, Prince Adam? I PISSED ON THE MOON, YOU IDIOT! You have twenty three hours before the piss drrrrrrrrroplets hit the fucking Earth! Now get out of my fucking sight before I piss on you too!

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“Did you get that out of your system? Do you feel better?”

#ic #fucking hell lol #tw: suggestive #tw: unsanitary #asks #anon

[kohakus-tv]

Do you have any character you think would by cute to have piss themself as they die? again I hope it’s not too deranged

again, no problem (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

aHEM ANYWAYS I THINK I MIGHT HAVE MANY CHARACTERS ID LIKE TO SEE LIKE THAT

kohaku, akiha, sakura are like a top three, hisui could too but although it would be cute id feel bit more sad for her so hmmm, kohaku, akiha sakura is for sure and another potential one would be illya poor cute babes

#tv talks #thenormalestgirlintheworld #tw: unsanitary

[unmakxr]

who gets to be unicron's kiss player partner

#text #plot: silly nonsense #tw: unsanitary #i refuse to believe he'd try to orchestrate kp more than once #none of that was worth it #so when it happened again #dude gets to be dragged into the smoochies #definately kicking and screaming

[adobe-outdesign]

How did you feel about the pee jokes in the DHMIS show? I know they threw some people off. I thought they fitted Todney the most.

I didn't really care for them; they don't ruin anything but I could've done without. They make the episodes less timeless, and they're never really funny because the stuff that happens beforehand is way funnier (like Todney's Random Marionette Dangle when he gets mad).

#don't hug me i'm scared #dhmis series #tw: unsanitary