#OWP posts

[drretroregretevator]

idiot keeps getting stuck in trees

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-OWP :3

[theonewhopuppeteers]

"I think I ate my soul by accident,,, WHOOPS!!"

Intro post

Hello! this is a blog for my OC, OWP, to interact with blogs!!! I'll mainly be interacting with regretevator blogs bc thats my current hyperfixation!!! anyways some info on OWP: She's a multifandom OC/a personification of me!! Her name is based off of the fact she has these golden strings called 'Puppeteer's strings', which are used to shape the universes she wants!! She usually prefers letting things happen by themselves though.

She easily gets attached to people and doesn't exactly know how to leave someone alone when she finds them interesting

I'll probably only really interact with people I know/my own blogs but feel free to start interactions yourself!

Some tags I'll be using:

OWP chaos OWP posts OWP answers OWP rambles OWP interacts Ask blog Roleplay blog

I'll also occasionally use the Regretevator tag if the post includes regretevator!!!!

Boundaries: No IRL parasites please!! fictional ones are alright tho No NSFW stuff, im a minor and heavily aroace I have various artstyles (mainly a lined and lineless one), so when I post drawings these might switch up!!

Retro blog: @drretroregretevator

Main blog: @slimygreasestain

ooc text will be marked as such :)

[drretroregretevator]

[ooc]

OWP's ref incase yall are wondering

finally made this little shit's ref

shes such a little shit i love her

fun fact she ate her soul by accident bc she confused it for a star

she also likes birds, dragons and snakes

whenever she thinks someone is interesting she harasses them constantly (stealing stuff, constantly asking questions, etc)

her current hyperfixation is regretevator (and voices of the void)

[xiv-0014]

owp hello tumblr!!

i rlly dunno how to correctly do my first post, uh oh well my "name" is yas ..ye

[accidents-in-the-laboratory]

OWP

This one focuses on Norman Osborn from Spider-Man (2002). Like the previous OWP, I had already written it a long time ago but never posted it until now.

After rereading what I'd written, I hated the ending and I don't have the motivation to change it, so I just left it out. So this one also doesn't have a real resolution.

Under the cut because it's long. Hope you enjoy! Comments are loved. :D

Norman glanced up at the clock. Ten minutes. Ten minutes until this meeting was over. Ten minutes until he could finally use the bathroom. 

This was the third meeting he’d had that day. The meetings had been back to back. As soon as one meeting ended, he had enough time to walk to the room where the next meeting was being held, and then that meeting started. 

Today wasn’t the only day where his schedule had been like this. These days were torturous. It could be anywhere between four and six hours without any breaks in between. No breaks to eat. No breaks to rest. No breaks to relieve himself. 

Days on the shorter side of that span were bearable. But days on the longer side — days like today — were hard to get through. Even one cup of coffee in the morning was enough to make him miserable by the time the meetings were finally over. 

Today, his schedule was really pushing him to his limits. 

“Are you okay?”

Goblin. Usually, he stayed quiet while Norman was at work. Apparently, he’d felt the need to check in on Norman. Norman knew he should probably be mad, but a part of him was thankful for the distraction. 

I feel like I’m going to explode, he thought. 

“Are you saying that figuratively or do you need to call an ambulance?” Goblin asked. 

Figuratively, Norman replied. If I don’t go to the bathroom soon I’m going to piss my pants. 

He glanced up at the clock again. Eight minutes. 

“Then why don’t you just do that and get it over with?” Goblin asked. “That’s what I would do.”

I’m sure you would. Otto tells me you have trouble with that at home.

“Fucking snitch! That’s none of your business!”

I think I deserve to know why I have to do five loads of laundry a week when I should only have to do one.

“It doesn’t happen that much! It only happens, like, twice a week now!”

Wow. Good for you.

Norman felt someone tap his shoulder. 

“What?” he asked, instantly snapping back to attention.

He was asked for his opinion about the topic of the meeting. He tried to keep his voice steady as he answered. Even when he peed a little and struggled to regain control, he was able to keep his voice steady and his body relatively still. He finished speaking and the conversation continued. 

I don’t think I’m going to make it, he thought, half talking to Goblin and half talking to himself. Goblin answered. 

“Then go. Wherever you want to. Nobody can stop you. They’d be rude to.”

I can’t go right now.

“I’ll never understand you.”

Several long, agonizing minutes later, the meeting ended. Norman packed up his briefcase, shoving papers inside without caring about how neat they were. He hissed in a breath when he stood up and the need to pee got ten times worse. He walked swiftly back to his office, begging his body to “hold it.” All he needed to do was drop his briefcase off at his office and then he could finally get the relief he’d needed for the past several hours. 

As he walked into his office, he heard his phone ringing. He groaned as he walked over to his desk. He dropped the briefcase onto the floor and sat down in his chair — at least sitting down felt better than standing. He picked up the phone and held it up to his ear. 

“Hello?” he asked. He noticed too late that his voice sounded strained. Though, maybe that was a good thing. 

There was a man on the other end who wanted to talk to him about a topic that, in his “I’m-trying-desperately-not-to-piss-myself” haze, he couldn’t remember ever discussing with anybody. He couldn’t even remember who this man was. 

“Can this wait until another time,” he asked, putting as much desperation into his voice as he could. 

The man insisted that this conversation could not wait. But Norman could not wait, either. He had somewhere urgent to be, and soon. 

“I’m busy right now,” he insisted. “It’s not really a good time for me.”

The man kept saying that “this won’t take too long” and “it will only take a minute.” But Norman didn’t have a minute. By how hard it was getting to keep his bladder under control, he guessed that he had about forty-five seconds until all hell broke loose. 

“Can we please postpone this for a later time?” he begged. He was thankful it was just a phone call, and the man at the other end of the line couldn’t see his incessant squirming. “Just give me one minute and I’ll call you back.”

The man insisted that the call was urgent. Norman believed that his situation was much more urgent than a phone call. 

“One minute,” he begged. “That’s all I need. And then I’ll call you back.”

Still, the man insisted on continuing the call. Norman was getting desperate. He couldn’t stop himself before yelling,

“I am about to piss my pants can we please reschedule this call for another time?!”

There was silence for a few seconds. Norman thought he should just hang up. It would probably be better. But eventually, the man agreed. 

Not waiting to hear what else he had to say or even to reschedule their next call, Norman slammed the phone down on the receiver and stood up. He ran out of his office and into the main office. 

Immediately, people were surrounding him. They said his name, asking him questions before he even acknowledged them. He tried to be polite as he waved them away, but every time he asked one person to wait, someone else would show up and try to ask him a different question. Some people stopped in front of him so he couldn’t keep moving. He started to lose his patience and began snapping at people who tried to stop him. 

He finally got to the bathroom and reached out to push the door opened. People were still talking to him, trying to get his attention, everyone speaking all at once, some people going so far as to grab his arm or shoulder. Furious, desperate, and wanting nothing more than to be left alone, he spun around and yelled,

“Can everyone just leave me alone for one goddamn minute?!”

Silence followed. Everyone was staring at him. Most wore shocked expressions. Some people were whispering to each other. One person snickered and another person shushed them. 

Norman wished they were reacting to his sudden outburst. But he could clearly feel what they were really reacting to. Against his better judgement, he looked down. The spreading dark stain was obvious against the light gray pants he’d chosen to wear. He watched in real time as the stain spread across the front and down the legs of his pants. Eventually, a stream dripped out of one pant leg and onto the floor. He would have felt immense relief if humiliation wasn’t overpowering it. 

He looked back up. People were still staring at him. He felt tears stinging his eyes. He didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t get himself to move. He couldn’t get himself to speak. All he could do was stand there. 

“Those fuckers,” he heard Goblin growl. “What do they think they’re staring at? I’ll fucking kill them!”

Then he heard another voice. One that was familiar and comforting. 

“What the hell are you all doing?” Otto yelled. Norman saw him walking through the crowd of people. “You should be ashamed of yourselves! He’s a human being! Are you just going to stand there and gawk at him like he’s a fucking zoo animal? Get out of here! Or I swear I’ll find a way to fire your asses!”

People finally started to disperse, quickly looking away as if they were embarrassed. Norman looked up at Otto as he got closer. He bit his lip, trying to choke back sobs. When he blinked, tears rolled down his cheeks. 

“Come on,” Otto said in a soft, soothing voice. “Let’s go into your office.”

Norman let Otto lead him back to his office. As soon as Otto closed the door, Norman broke down into loud sobs of humiliation and anger. Otto pulled him closer and hugged him. Norman sobbed into his shoulder as Otto rubbed his back.

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[tytorino]

Hello! I am making an object show!

I am half-finished the script so I think I may actually make something instead of just not making something! yay me!

I thought of naming it "Object wonder place" (Abbreviation: OWP)

It's kind of a slice of life object show. Ofcourse BFDI inspired me but so did my favourite game "Tomodachi Life" and the manga "Nichijou"! Sure there may be about 6 characters at first but I think they're cool.

I made a tumblr for it just to post stuff related to it or just silly drawings of it, If you would like to see it here's the link: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/objectwonderplace

You're allowed to ask any questions about it or ask the characters in the blog. but please keep innapropriate questions to yourself, I am still a teenager.

[ghimmigrationsvcs]

Ottawa extended the open work permit program for Hong Kong nationals   On February 6, 2023, the Government of Canada extended the open work permit program for eligible Hong Kong nationals. According to the expanded eligibility requirements, Hong Kong residents who have graduated within the past ten years from a post-secondary learning institution in Canada or abroad can obtain a work permit for up to 3 years.   Before, only those who had graduated within the last five years were eligible for application. Moreover, Canada has created two pathways to permanent residency for qualified Hong Kong nationals and their families.   #Hong_Kong, #Open_work_permit, #OWP, #PR, #Hong_Kong_nationals   (at Winnipeg, Manitoba) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoaFDhcrrWZ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[meldy-arts]

Wow I’m finally uploading another updated (Crappy) Commission sheet after all these years? Amazing.

But really! If you’re interested please feel free to send me and a message through tumblr, or request to chat on Discord! x

[drretroregretevator]

Retro finally fell asleep for once (though, facedown on the couch, but still,,,)

now lets hope noone/nothing ruins it!!! she really needs the sleep

(looking at you, Folly. if you give her nightmares im eating ur aspen trees <3)

[theonewhopuppeteers]

I GOT ME SOME PURE RADIATION!!!!!

[jasontoddsreanimatedcorpse]

@ghostnebula tagged me in this and i think it looked really sweet so!

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5-8 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome work!

1. Safehouse has got to get first mention! This is the first song I ever produced, and I'm still insanely proud of it

2. Speaking of firsts, my one week portrait was the first proper, full colour, realistic digital portrait I ever did and it turned out so well. I strongly recommend doing the OWP course by Paintable if you can! It's on twice a year I'm pretty sure, and completely free!

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3. Rainbow Skies is definitely one of my most significant songs. I'm so proud of the vocals in this and the meaning of it makes it so so personal.

4. Another digital portrait I did, this one black and white and done about a week before the OWP. It became obvious when doing the OWP that there were a lot of things lacking from this portrait, but I put a lot of work into it and I'm proud of myself for already having those skills before doing the course!

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5. Treehouse! This song is another deeply personal one, and the reception I got from it from the people I knew really reflected how genuinely good this track is. I'll always be very proud of it.

6. This one is a little art challenge I did for tiktok. It was a good milestone for me in terms of where my body confidence was at and really leaning in to what my ideal way of ecpressing myself would be.

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZS7EcQ1M/

7. Myra (Fuck You) is also a proud moment for me! I liked tapping in to the feelings I hadn't really expressed about certain relationships in my life and channeling that into a post divorce Eddie POV song. It was also a really cool moment when Mattie and I realised we could do a duology of our songs and that they genuinely sounded really good next to each other.

8. And, of course, I have to mention Swings and Slides! I am still insanely proud of this piece purely for the composition. The vocals were difficult and I definitely gave up on trying to get them where I wanted, but the backing track!! It was such a pain to compose at first on my old laptop because it had so many parts it wouldn't run without muting some parts 😅 but once I got my new laptop and could finish it properly I was just so incredibly proud of myself.

Please check out the people I'm tagging - they're all insany talented individuals who produce work that leaves me in awe!

@cherryfaeblossom @jinzouactor @flightlesslovers @sapphicsansastark @trashmouthbi @hoziertozier

[aswallowssong]

OWP Day 6 - To Do

Brenna can’t post on time pt 700000.

Read on AO3

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“Okay, let’s close with some to-dos.”

A loud groan went up from every member seated at the round table - save for Jason Gideon and Spencer Reid.

“Come on, Hotch, it’s Friday,” Morgan complained, as if it was going to get him very far. Kit could have laughed if she wasn’t drumming her fingers against her thigh. She knew what was coming.

“Yes, which means these things need to be done by the end of the day,” Hotch answered with finality. Morgan seemed to deflate, but Reid perked considerably. 

“Sir, are these paperwork assignments?” He asked, a contented smile slipping onto his face. Kit could have slapped him. 

“Yes,” Hotch said. “Alright, JJ, I need you to go through the cases that came in this week and sort them by priority. Anything that might need intervention by this weekend needs to be run through my office by the end of the day.”

JJ nodded, shoulders slumping as she sent a wave of despair into the atmosphere. Kit had seen the stack of files in her office, and while it was organized, it was towering. “Yes, sir.”

Hotch turned to round on Morgan and Elle, and Kit could feel the annoyance that was dripping off of Morgan from seats away. 

“Morgan, Elle, the paperwork from the Arkansas case. Is it done?”

Elle smirked at Morgan, crossing her arms over her chest. “Mine is,” she said with confidence. Morgan glared back. “I have a few files left,” he said with less confidence.

If Hotch was phased, he didn’t show it. “Finish that. Elle, I need you to go back over the file from Nebraska with Gideon. Something isn’t adding up.”

Gideon and Elle both nodded, but Reid’s eyebrows pulled together. “Sir? What do you need me to do? My paperwork is done.”

“Of course is it,” Morgan mumbled under his breath, and Kit couldn’t stop the quiet laugh that escaped her.

“I want you to help Colghain prepare for the next health meeting.” 

Kit couldn’t stop herself before she blurted, “What?!” 

Hotch raised an eyebrow at her, but Morgan started laughing. “Is there a problem?”

Other than the fact that Reid is going to micromanage me while I try to write the notes for my health talk? Or the fact that I don’t need help preparing for something in my field? 

“No, sir. I was just confused; when is the next health meeting?” She asked with caution, trying to backtrack both the annoyed edge coming from Hotch, but the obviously hurt feelings she was feeling from Reid. “I thought we had two in the last four weeks.” 

“We did,” Hotch said, “But Ramos is insisting that the first one doesn’t count towards this month’s total, because it was on the thirtieth.”

Kit shook her head quickly. “I swore it was on the first.”

“We all flew to Boston on the first, you included,” Reid said quickly, “We had the meeting about nutrition on the thirtieth at one-sixteen.” 

JJ’s eyes widened and she shook her head. “Wait, but today is the thirty-first,” she said, and Hotch nodded. “Yes.”

“You want me to plan and give a health presentation today?” Kit said, her eyes as round as JJ’s. “That’s too much to do. There’s no way.”

“Which is why I thought Reid would be a good partner for this assignment. We’ll have the meeting at four, that should give you-”

“Five hours and forty three minutes,” Reid spouted before Hotch’s lips pressed into a hard line.

“Thank you, Reid,” he said, words and temper measured. “If there isn’t anything else, report back here at four.” He looked over at Kit. “For our health meeting about…?”

She stared at him for a second before it dawned on her that she didn’t even know what the next topic was supposed to be. She scrambled for her backpack, pulling her notebook out and flipping it open to the back. “Stress,” she read, and a second collective groan came from Morgan, Elle, and JJ. 

“Stress,” Hotch echoed before nodding. “Thank you. Dismissed.”

-----

Kit was probably going to lose her mind. And then maybe her job. 

She hadn’t worked with Reid directly when they weren’t on a case, and the number of times he’d said the word ‘actually’ was going to be her undoing. Her pen tapped harshly in her hand as she listened to his spiraling off.

"The effect of, um," he stared down at her hands. "The. The effect- would you maybe stop making that sound?"

She looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. "The… tapping?"

"Yeah, the tapping."

"I like the tapping," she said simply, waiting to see his reaction.

He'd been pushing every one of her buttons, so why couldn't she push a few of his?

His tongue flicked over his lips, his permanently chapped lips, and she felt her skin crawl. "It just makes it hard for me to concentrate."

"Does it?" She asked, dropping the pen onto her desk. "Fine. We've got ten pieces of information here. It only has to be half an hour, that’s how I usually squeeze them in. If they go any longer, we risk losing Morgan."

"Heard that," Morgan said from his desk, peering over a file at them both. "At least you've got a project. Hotch gave me a to-do list off of his to-do list. Do you know how many things go on that list a week?"

"Approximately thirty seven," Reid said confidently. "Though, I would say he gave you four things, which is only ten-point-eight percent of his average weekly total. Considering there are seven people other than Hotch on the team, if he gave each person the same amount as he gave you, that still leaves him with twenty-four-point-three percent of the list; two and a quarter times the work that everyone else is doing."

Kit put her face in her hands, letting out a deep sigh and dramatically pleading, "Morgan, make it stop!"

"Trust me, Lep, I've tried," he said with a shake of his head. 

Spencer had a frown on his face, and for a moment when Kit looked up. She wondered if she'd hurt his feelings for the second time that day. "I didn't mean it, Reid. Ramble about numbers all you want."

"No, that's not it. I just realized that Hotch does more than double the work we all do. He didn't even give us four things off of the list, either." He turned to look at Kit and gestured to her notes. "He gave us one. One for the two of us, which would mean, based on my previous calculations, that there are seven tasks that are unaccounted for. Is he going to take those, too?"

Morgan raised an eyebrow. "What, would it throw off your math? Hotch doing eighteen percent more work or something?"

"Close. It's eighteen-point-nine, actually," Reid said, discontented surrounding him.

Kit blinked for a second before looking over at Morgan. "Good guess."

"I didn't guess. I'm great at math," he said, turning a page of his file. Kit stared at him with annoyed disbelief before he smirked and said, "Okay, I guessed. A great guess."

"Oh a wonderful guess," she assured him before turning back to Reid. "Maybe JJ or Elle and Gideon took on a few extra things. Or Garcia. This is a pretty big item, too. Maybe he didn't have thirty seven things. Maybe it had twelve big things."

Reid trained his eyes on Hotch's office door. "Maybe."

"Can we finish this please? I need to look through some stuff for my clinic shift tomorrow."

Morgan chuckled and shook his head at her. "What? Working on your own list?"

She rolled her eyes at him, but smirked, picking up her pen again and starting to tap it against her palm. "Maybe I am."

"Can you please stop tapping that?"

"Sorry, Reid. Not on my to-do list."

[accidents-in-the-laboratory]

Omo Without Plot (OWP)

Welcome to the first part of Omo Without Plot (OWP) series, where I write short clean omo stories of characters peeing themselves.

Sorry this took so long after I announced the possibility of doing it. I started writing the post, then I backed out, then I went on vacation, then I got COVID.

But I've finally come back and finished it.

This story focuses on the Green Goblin from Spider-Man (2002). If there is a character you would like to see pee their pants, you can suggest them and I'll (try to) write an OWP with them.

Like all fanfiction, comments give me life. KIND constructive criticism is allowed and appreciated! But please don't give me hate. It took a lot of courage to post this here.

Without further ado, here's the first OWP (under the cut because it's long):

The bus moved quickly down the freeway, passing cars in the lanes to either side of it. Goblin watched the cars pass, wishing the bus would move faster. He shifted in his seat and sighed, looking over at Otto, who was taking up the three seats in the row across the aisle from Goblin’s seat.

“Otto,” he said.

“Yeah?” Otto asked, looking over at him.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” Goblin replied.

“There’s a bathroom right behind you,” Otto said, pointing to the small bathroom at the back of the bus.

“I don’t want to use that one,” Goblin said.

“Why not?” Otto asked.

“I just don’t,” Goblin replied.

Otto sighed. Goblin was usually not this picky about where he went to the bathroom. But suddenly he didn’t want to use this specific bathroom. Otto wanted to argue with Goblin, try to convince him to just use the bathroom at the back of the bus, but he decided it wasn’t worth arguing about.

“Do you think we’re going to stop at a rest stop?” Goblin asked. “I don’t know, Gobby,” Otto replied.

Goblin wanted to say again that he needed to go, but then thought better of it. It wasn’t going to make the situation better. He looked back out the window, trying not to think about the need. Trying to ignore the discomfort he was feeling.

As the minutes slowly passed by, Goblin’s need for a toilet only grew. He squirmed in his seat, trying to lessen the discomfort. He glanced over at Otto and saw that the man wasn’t looking at him.

“Otto,” he said, trying to get his attention.

“Goblin.” Otto didn’t look at him when he said it. He was staring out the window next to the seats he was sitting in. Goblin had the idea that Otto was purposefully not looking at him because he didn’t want to argue. Goblin didn’t care.

“When are we going to stop?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” Otto replied.

“Do you think it’ll be soon?” Goblin asked.

“I don’t know,” Otto replied. He still didn’t look at Goblin.

Goblin groaned softly. He wiggled his hips side to side, gripping the arm rests to either side of him. He glanced over his shoulder at the bathroom behind him. It was unoccupied. He’d be able to use it if he wanted to. But he looked away. Otto had suggested he use the bathroom on the bus, and he’d refused. He didn’t want to use the bathroom now. He didn’t want it to look like Otto was right. He didn’t want Otto to be right.

As time passed, he couldn’t stop looking over his shoulder at the bathroom. He really needed to pee. He’d drunk half of a large soda before they’d gotten on the bus. Now he knew that had been a mistake. They probably wouldn’t be getting off the bus for a long time. He didn’t know if he’d be able to wait that long. If this much of the drink had already passed through him…

He squeezed his eyes shut.

Don’t think about large drinks, he reminded himself. But once he’d thought about it, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. And it only made the need worse. He squeezed his legs together and leaned forward slightly. Neither action helped. He continued to squirm.

“How much longer can you wait?” he heard Otto ask. He looked over at him.

“I don’t know,” Goblin groaned. “I shouldn’t have drunk so much before the ride.”

“I agree,” Otto said. Goblin scowled at him.

“You’re supposed to reassure me,” Goblin said.

“You’ll be fine,” Otto said. “You’ve waited much longer and had to go much worse than this.”

“Yeah, and I end up peeing my pants every time,” Goblin said. “I’ve never waited a long time and been this desperate and made it.”

“Maybe this will be the time that you do,” Otto suggested.

Goblin decided to accept that possibility. Maybe he would be able to make it this time. It was better than thinking of the alternative.

He glanced out the window and briefly glimpsed a sign for a rest stop up ahead.

“There’s a rest stop coming up,” he said.

“Good,” Otto said. “I’m sure they’ll stop. You can’t be the only one who needs a bathroom break.”

“I hope not,” Goblin said. “I need them to stop.”

To Goblin’s relief, the bus pulled off at the next exit and pulled into a rest stop parking lot.

To his dismay, he was starting to lose control by then.

The bus lurched when it came to a full stop. Goblin bit his lip as he felt a small flush of warmth between his legs.

“I’m not going to make it,” he said.

“You’re going to be fine,” Otto said.

“We’re at the back of the bus!” Goblin observed. “It’s gonna be forever before we get off!”

“You’ll be getting off before you know it,” Otto said. “Just hang on.” Goblin didn’t believe him. And he didn’t think he could “hang on” much longer.

As people started standing from their seats and filing off of the bus, Goblin remained seated. He didn’t know if he’d be able to keep control for very long once he’d stood up. He wanted to get off the bus as soon as he could. He didn’t want to have to wait in line.

Finally, a majority of the passengers had gotten off the bus and Goblin and Otto were two of the few people left. Otto stood and started maneuvering out of his row of seats. Goblin slowly stood as well. He thought for sure that, as soon as he stood, his body would give up and release the flood he’d been trying to hold back. But he was able to stand without losing control.

He sighed, thankful that he’d been able to hold on. He shuffled forward, following Otto off of the bus. He got to the stairs without incident, but as soon as he stepped onto the first step, he lost control.

The jolt of stepping down broke the dam and he gasped as pee began streaming out of him. He quickly descended the rest of the steps and ran towards the nearest tree he could see. He ducked behind it and leaned forward against the trunk, panting. His legs were shaking as pee flooded his shorts and streamed down his legs. He felt more relieved than embarrassed. He relished in the feeling of finally letting go.

“Hey.”

He looked up at the sound of Otto’s voice.

“I didn’t make it,” he said.

“I can see that,” Otto replied.

Goblin glanced down at his shorts. It was obvious that he was peeing his pants.

“At least you made it off the bus,” Otto said. “That’s good.”

“Yeah,” Goblin replied. He looked back up at Otto. “Do I have a change of clothes?”

“In your suitcase,” Otto said. “But that’s underneath the bus.” Goblin sighed.

“We’ll figure something else out,” Otto said. “Don’t worry about it. You have plenty of other clean clothes, you just can’t get to them right now. And I’m proud of you for at least making it off the bus.”

“Thanks,” Goblin mumbled, though he felt like it was a stupid thing to be proud of.

When the flood finally slowed and stopped, Goblin stood up straighter.

“I should try to clean up a little,” he said, once again glancing down at his shorts.

“I agree,” Otto said. “Let’s go into the restroom and see what we can do. Okay?”

“Okay,” Goblin said.

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Banfield Pet Insurance Review 2023

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Banfield Pet Insurance Review 2023

Banfield Pet Hospital does not offer your typical pet insurance plan. It provides Optimum Wellness Plans (OWP), which is a preventive care program for your dog or cat. With pet insurance, you pay a monthly premium, submit claims to your provider, and receive reimbursements for your pet’s veterinary care after. With an OWP, you pay […]

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what the FUCK was that last chapter??? you think it's okay to make me cry like that???? let's go outside we gon fight

owp i am in trouble 🥺 i am so ver sincerely sorry for the emotions felt during your reading of the last chapter, you will be compensated for that when chapter eight is posted ✨