#cw: urine

[lairbrew]

sacabam-ass-piss

[bonefall]

Hi there! I know you've made posts about warriors who have lost their sight and hearing, but would you have any ideas of how losing their sense of smell could affect a cat? I have to imagine it'd be a pretty big deal for a hunter or medicine cat

You know, you'd think it would primarily affect "tracking" skills, since as humans we tend to think of following scent trails and hunting down wild game, but the truth might shock you a little;

The first thing the other cats would notice is that the warrior is getting lost a lot.

When it comes to scents, the most important use that cats have for their sense of smell is navigating their territory. Through scent, they can tell the direction towards camp, exactly where they are in a territory, and if they're getting close to a border.

Most media (including WC itself) tends to depict scent like a floating, colorful "trail." A direct line leading you to the target, like this;

But this is actually not very accurate. You'd have to be dealing with a VERY stinky animal for this to be the case, like boar or elk.

Scent acts more like this;

It "collects" on solid objects the animal brushes past or intentionally marks, sometimes including the ground if they've lingered there. Newer brushes on the object have more of the scent particles present just as a matter of not having enough time for the odor to disperse. Think of it sort of like liquid; a "stale" scent is like an object that was soaked now simply being damp.

A warrior's "scent marking" is like a big stink bomb. It will make the entire area smell. Anyone who has been unfortunate enough to have an intact cat spray their house knows that it's not a dainty little spritz. It's STINKY.

To a cat though, the marks that are placed down by individuals and patrols give the entire area a sort of comforting "aroma." Because of the smell, they can perceive their home territory as if it's a map.

"Hub" areas have a stronger smell than "limnal" zones, and camp has its own unique scent. Just by combining these two things, you will always know EXACTLY where you are and how to find your way back to safety.

(Note; this is a major reason why I assert that blindness should be one of the least debilitating sensory disabilities for a warrior to have. Cats have a built in scratch-n-sniff RPG map.)

I mentioned in passing, earlier, that this is comforting. That's the second thing that would probably start to affect a warrior losing their sense of smell; it would be very common for them to start developing anxiety.

It's VERY unsettling for a cat to be in an unfamiliar place, and this is usually because nothing smells right! Providing the right pheromones is actually a way to treat anxiety, and this is the reason why you can often find a lost cat by putting one of their blankets outside. Pride aside, an elder might request more escorts outside of the camp simply as a matter of comfort once their nose isn't working so good.

For tracking itself, though-- in comparison to their Clanmates, hunters with a bad sense of smell would be bad at finding prey. Being a solitary hunter would become unfeasible.

The simple solution is that they shouldn't hunt alone. Just having one good tracker in the team to bring the party to big game could work fine. In WindClan in particular, they'd get put on lagomorph hunts very often (since 2 average-sized rabbits feeds a Clan for a day, let alone a hare).

For a Cleric, it would force them towards retirement.

Tracking down herbs is one thing; they could still be good at knowing where things grow, even with the added risk of getting lost. More importantly, MOST of a cat's health information is discerned through smelling their scent-- through their glands, their breath, and most importantly their scent marks. A Cleric who can't smell would start making inaccurate diagnoses.

And all of this doesn't even factor in how much communication is done through scent. When a cat bumps you with their head, "kisses" you with their teeth, or runs their side along you, that's them putting a mark on you. It's saying, "I want you to smell like me and I want to smell like you, because we're part of the same group!"

The important thing about that is that it is happening a dozen times a day with different Clanmates.

Rosetail demonstrates the point with some gossip: "Did you notice that Snowfur smells a lot less like Bluefur, lately? Yeah, she totally reeks like Thistleclaw. Since you smell like Thrushpelt, I feel comfortable sharing this with you; I don't think they're a good match at all... don't tell him I said that, though, even though he's my brother he would get really mad if he found out I thought that."

A warrior who can't scent will feel VERY socially isolated. There's an entire social network behind who you're marking, and being marked by.

In summary;

Scent has a massive role in navigation, for cats.

Cats who can't smell are at risk of getting lost easier.

Try not to think of scent like a "floating trail," but more like a series of odor marks on the objects the target has brushed up against.

Scent marks are STINKY, they make a whole area reek.

However, that's comforting to cats. Not being able to smell this has negative impacts on mental health.

It's the "tracking" part of prey and herb hunting that would become difficult.

Clerics who can't smell are liable to start making bad judgements.

Scent marking is part of the social fabric, and there is an important aspect to Clan dynamics that a cat who can't smell would lose out on.

[marvinmaee]

Tourcrush drawing that I referenced off of pomeelonz art [cute]

[flowercrowncrip]

I can’t tell whether my carer has forgotten I’m a real person or just has absolutely no common sense.

This is way too much information, but basically my catheter bag sprung a leak while I was out and my legs got wet. I’d have thought that it would be common sense to remove the wet clothing as quickly as possible once I was home and clean the affected skin before changing the bag for a new one. I’d think it would be obvious that being covered in piss for any longer than necessary is pretty unpleasant (and also increases the risk of skin problems).

But apparently I need to specify several times that removing pee soaked clothing is a priority and should be done as quickly as it is safe to do so. And apparently it’s not obvious that skin needs cleaning after being soaked in urine (an irritant)

I always worry so much about how people are treated when they aren’t able to advocate for themselves. Because apparently with this carer they’d be left for way longer than necessary in soaked clothing and then not even cleaned properly after.

[thedarkestrivernymph]

can we have more of the death yanders kidnapper fic? I really wanna see our life with him

A normal day in your life..

Y! Kidnapper x f! Reader

warnings: forced infantilization, religious themes, mentions of urine, diaper, baby-talk, forced feeding

the fic -> Death

“You have to.”

“No!” you're as stubborn as a petulant child, “I don't want to.” your voice thins until it wavers and you break into yet another sob.

“Sweetheart,” there's another groan before a warm hand brushes over your scalp, scratching up and down your nape as if you're a cat, “You have to eat, sweetie, if you don't, you know what will happen, won't you?”

There's a thickness that swells in your throat, just the thought of doing that ever again is enough to make your palms sweaty and feet itching to run.

“See?” his voice his smug, while his predatory gaze flicks with recognition of weakness. Of your weakness.

“You don't want to be down there again, right baby? I don't want to chain you up, you get all horribly bruised up.” he sighs softly, deeply with new-found hunger in his chestnut colored eyes. He talks soft and sickeningly sweet, as if his mouth had a mind of its own, apart from the actual ravenous beast inside of him that you have come to know so well. “I would hate for your delicate skin to be blemished.”

Another kiss is presses to your forehead, before he lowers his hand to trace over the pendant with his name engraved hanging from your collar. “Say ‘ahh’.” he urges again, lowering his hand to sit at the curve of your waist, keeping you firmly planted on his lap, dressed in unnecessary frill—like a doll. Like you’re his doll. This fucking creep.

The spoon lifts once again and its contents twist your stomach for the second time.

The spoonful is weirdly pink and brown with colorful sprinkles grinded into it. It is clear that it once was cake but now it is this weird odd paste that he, no doubt, put in the mixer because quote “you’re just a baby, babies don't eat real food”.

Yet this time when he seeks entrance, tapping against your bottom lip you open up with tearful eye, allowing the tooth-rootingly sweet to flood your taste buds. Swallowing is even more difficult as his hand creeps up to settle over your sternum, pressing, waiting to feel your throat bob.

“Good girl” you cry at his praise, because an entire bowl full of this slob is staringback at you.

“If you eat up maybe I’ll even let you play with your dolls again, mh?” there's another wave of nausea, as your lungs constrict and your airways tighten, but this time not because of the prospect of punishment if you disobey, but because of the pressure in your lower abdomen.

It's already worse enough that you have to piss literally every two minutes because of how fucking anxious he makes you, is him taking notice of the building pressure in your bladder.

“Sweetheart, oh? Do you have to go potty again?”

he’s so fucking condescending in his speech, so proud about having reduced you to this, that his smile stretches unsettling wide, inhuman, animalistic, vile—in another universe you hope he's a pig brought to slaughter.

You would rather die than pee into the diaper he put you on in front of him, worse, on him.

But suddenly he cups your tummy with one large hand, rubbing and pressing against it. “Come, you can go here.” your face drains of colour again as you grit your teeth, shaking your head in a firm ‘no’. You would rather die of shame then do that.

But he doesn't take no as an answer, he never does. Because you're his, god-given and all, remember? So he starts messaging your stomach, reaching beneath the layers upon layers of frilly blue to reach your navel and ram his grimy fingers into your flesh.

You cry out, jerk around. You may have lost your dignity, you may be kept like an animal but you won't allow this, no, you're still an adult, you're not a child nor an infant, you're capable of controlling your bladder no matter what—

There's something hot. Sticky and fluid. And as you ruin your diaper you, the realisation of what you just did settling in—the betrayal of your body, you cannot help but sob loder, cry, hiccup and mewl, babbling without coherent sentences as your face burns in shame.

And what does he do?

He grins. As always.

“Good job, Sweetheart.” he pressed his lips to your cheek, before he scoops another spoonful from the bowel and raises the the cool silverware to your mouth again.

“Come now finish, then we can get you all cleaned up.” so you do just that, allow him to fed you this sticky repulsing mess, that makes you gag with each swallow, because what else can you do?

And it isn't long before his face dips into your shoulder and he whispers into your skin the very same set of words he's chanted to you since you have awoken to yet another nightmare.

“I love you, sweetheart, so so much. You're my everything, and soon you'll make me the happiest man on earth. God! I am so excited, I can't wait to meet our little one.”

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[alyssalover67]

Daddy jimmy has been too rough with me lately. It has taken a toll on my mental health and physical health. He has been getting new toys everyday, each getting bigger and bigger. It really hurts, i can barely sit anymore. I don’t know how to tell daddy that i need a break, this kinky stuff is all he ever wants to do anymore. I have been thinking of going back to A*****. I know she was abusive but she still loved me. She was gentle. I think I still secretly love her still as-well. Daddy degrades me calling me a tranny, faggot, and sometimes even the n word. (Daddy jimmy isn’t black and neither am i.) He would hurt be so bad that we would go into debt from the hospital bills. If i leave him now, i will end up homeless because of the amount of debt i am in. I do not want to be in debt. Debt is a very bad thing. The crazier it is, the crazier my life will be. I just wanted to be a tiny little sex slave, and now… here i am. I feel like a kid again, even my biological dad was named jimmy. Jimmy would often beat me and my mother. I miss my mother. She was an awesome woman. Jimmy is bad, both my bio dad and sexy daddy jimmy. My bio dad would also do some things I would not like to say:(. My bio dad also had lots of debts from gambling to drugs. All of that was passed down to me. I have all the debt now, great. I bet A***** wouldn’t treat me like this, huh? I know she would yell and scream, even sometimes get rid of my new dragon dildos. At least A***** never beat me. She would never, she loved me so much. I dont know if i can handle myself without my mommies or daddy’s. Cant i just be someone’s little slave without being abused, beaten, and almost killed?.. do i deserve this. I just wanted to have fun and be someone’s little femboy. A femboy they would love, hold, fuck, kiss. Not a femboy who they would hit, slap, punch, and stab. I just want my mommy back, i wanna be in her lap, barking and being a little good boy like i was meant to be. I miss the old daddy Jimmy, back when he would give me aftercare and spongey cuddles. Daddy Jimmy never.

[realbeefman]

some of y’all clearly don't understand what it's like to avert your eyes when your friend starts changing in front of you and your heart starts pounding in your chest and you could say something, SHOULD say something, tell her to change her clothes in a different room and admit to this freakish attraction that you know she doesn't feel, ruin the friendship by coloring every moment of casual intimacy with the knowledge that you are a pervert who wants more, that you are a threat. you don’t say anything. and you look up and watch the pale expanse of her lower back from the corner of your eye as she pulls on a white blouse, and something lurches in your stomach and you laugh at the joke she just told even though you weren’t really listening to the set-up. later on you will feel sick and guilty and cry alone in a bed that feels empty, but for just a moment, you are laughing with a beautiful girl who loves you, and it doesn’t matter if it’s wrong

[gold-the-hyena]

Shepard.

[wishmaker-astra]

Current confusing girlfriend activity: explaining male expectations they never talk about (at least partially because normally don't think about much) and having her gawk about things.

For the record: yeah, the every other urinal unless forced to use one next to a dude already there is true

[goldstargloww]

are we going to talk about scar's (and maybe impulse's and skizz's and probably not but possibly grian's) bbq time stream a few days ago?

and how cursed it was? and quotable?

i have some quotes. i'm gonna put it under the cut because they're that cursed

grian: all i did was touch the beer and i just started peeing everywhere, that's not how barbecues work!

scar: i apologize for urinating on your leg, skizz

scar: grian, stop peeing on the bear

grian: scar sent us this, right, for context, he was like "guys we should play barbecue simulator", and we're like "alright", and i go to look at the reviews, and like the first ten are "we peed on burgers and then ate them" grian: you should just see the reviews, all of them are like "10/10, pee burger"

skizz: does anyone else's fire keep going out? scar: yeah you gotta keep it going! you want me to urinate on it?

scar: you can't pee on me and not expect me to pee on you, skizz. that's the rule. i don't make em skizz: i'm not sure you're aware of how arrogant i am. i pee on you, you don't pee on me, that's how it works

skizz: you know what? not only do i pee on you, i pee on you and you thank me

scar: IMPULSE! stop peeing on my condiments!

grian: ahhh, who's peeing on my eggs? oh its me im peeing, oh IM PEEING, OH, GO-

scar: come on guys, we'll pee on each other later

scar: (blowtorching a pizza) oh, look at this, look at this skizz: (starts peeing on the pizza) let me help you out there buddy, there ya go scar: (turns around) i'm tryna get a crispy pizza, not a soggy pizza, skizz, keep your urine to yourself.

skizz: i ate it, and then i started taking a piss on you, and then you killed me

grian: i'm gonna try and not pee on everyone

skizz: lemme help you out there, grian (peeing noises) grian: cheers, dude. it needed that extra flavor skizz: (laughing) grian: here, let me flip that so you can get the other side

grian: here, bear! take this chicken before skizz eats it or pees on it or both impulse: (laughing) or both skizz: (laughing) or both... impulse: at the same time skizz and impulse: (laughs harder)

[sp4ce-catt]

miscellaneous jimmy sketches (idk what to post)

[hiccupologist]

I know they probably mean actual sex smut but I nodded in agreement specifically thinking of strategically placed loss of bladder control in whump and other sfw fetish content

like oh man you know someone is fucked up if they straight up wet their pants

[marvinmaee]

Cropped pre-msi james semi nsfw drawing I did at school

[tankbredgrunt]

HYPER-SPECIFIC LISTS || 1/? VIDEO GAMES WITH A URINATE FUNCTION

--- Indigo Prophecy (Quantic Dream, 2005) Leisure Suit Larry: Magna Cum Laude (High Voltage Software, 2004) Heavy Rain (Quantic Dream, 2010) Death Stranding (Kojima Productions, 2019)

[cartoonscientist]

LIVE FROM MY WALK TO THE DISCOUNT GROCERY: a McDonald’s cup ABSOLUTELY FULL OF PISS

[alyssalover67]

Alvin? Who is that? I only know daddy jimmy:). I only know his huge cock:).

My face claim:

Daddy jimmy is making me post my baby dick:(… this is really embarrassing but, whatever daddy says goes. Sometimes he makes us switch roles, i dont know how to feel. I feel too small and weak to be dominant over daddy, and my dick cannot pleasure him like i want to, maybe i should get a strap on. This is really sus. He gets too sus at times like this. I dont like it. Stop. He is gonna see this. @mindlessselfindulgence