#tw: gross

[heartfullofleeches]

Oh they are disgusting. I love them so much

They're cut from the same cloth as ratboy V so of course they have to be a disgusting little freak. I like them a little more because they have to have a little bit of titty, but that's pretty much all they got going for them.

Rotten Milk: One is a glass of my milk. The other is my cum. Choose wisely.

Darling: I was literally standing in the doorway when you made the glass of milk - just to cum in that one as well. I'm not drinking either, you weirdo.

Rotten Milk: Well I guess someone want to skip out on their dose of calcium and protein..... Jerk

[fat-hedonistic-hogs]

Toga getting incredibly worried about ochako gets hurt during patrol really bad.. Pampering making sure she's okay.. Giving her her favourite foods!.. Bringing more of those foods.. Cleaning her as she messes herself.. Realising she might have just made ochako a blobby barely breathing blob that needs constant care from nurse toga.. But hey she's safe!~ and she'll never let her get hurt ever again!~

"BWOOOOOOOOORP really I gotta go back out... the agency needs me... huff... All out of vacation days... FLRRRPOOORT, wait is that pizza stuffed chicken? Okay maybe a few more days... then I gotta go to the gym! BRRRAAAAAAP~ Work off all dis water weight..." Ochako wheezed and groaned as she alternated between room shaking farts or colossal belches sending spittle and bits of food flying past her drool covered lips. A sweat stained hospital gown was all she was wearing besides panties though now it was more like a bra that barely contained her sagging tits which rode down each side of her multi folded belly.

She wasn't a hero anymore just an obese immobile pig for Toga to feed and baby. She'd never feel hungry again or fear that she'd have to ration cash or food. The only pain she'd feel was indigestion or the occasional chest pain after straining too hard while soiling herself. Eventually denial would fail and her world would fall apart as she realizes just how big she's become but that was along ways away...

[omgtheywereroomates]

Y’all I started playing this.

I don’t have words.

[rapid-artwork]

It's Auntie! Our favorite 'chef' in the loosest sense of the word.

She will make sure you eat healthy! Not eat well, but healthy,

The current menu is: *Vegetable based yogurt. *Anchovy Tofu Paste. *"Birthday Cake" That is definitely not just the Anchovy Tofu paste mushed into the shape of a cake. and *Mystery meat!

[ednito]

This is your excuse to talk about a scarecrow headcanon you really love, please gush for me if you would be so kind!!

Ok.. im so sorry to have ignored this ask for a bit-

Admittedly? There's not a lot of headcanons I like and I don't often headcanon stuff for scarecrow (seriously I add). BUT there is one thing about arkham knight scarecrow I HAVE to talk about that sorta has a headcanon in it.

So, in one of the comics it's confirmed that arkham knight scarecrow is on a liquid diet, I'm sure most people understand what a liquid diet is just by the name alone, and that just FASCINATES me. Like it makes sense for him and arkham knight specifically, it cuts down distractions by some amount and he has more time to work, but I've been told by a bestie of mine what it's like to be on a liquid diet and it's?? So weird???

Obviously urine is gonna be absolutely wack, it's gonna stink like high heaven and you'd have to pee A LOT. Canonically though scarecrow doesn't have much of a smell, yeah there's a light smell of chemicals but it's not bad.

Now here's where I'm getting to headcanon territory. I wholeheartedly believe that he has another musky stench to him that people wouldn't be able to really pinpoint on what because it's so weird, it's not a strong smell but if you've got a sensitive nose you might smell it briefly. That smell? His piss. (LMAO)

LISTEN. Let's be honest, he's probably tinkled a little bit on accident because you gotta piss a lot when on a liquid diet, me and the bestie also joked that he's accidently pissed himself when batman beats the shit out of him but that's up to you to decide on if that's true or not LOL. We've also agreed that he probably pisses In the corner of buildings or on walls or some shit and I joked that people know scarecrows been there cause of the smell and honestly? I kinda headcanon that too- I DONT THINK PEOPLE KNOW ITS HIS PISS BUT THEY SURE KNOW ITS SOMETHING WITH SCARECROW.

But yeah thats the thing that's been on my mind other then my Crack headcanon that AK scarecrow had to get a vagina after the croc attack but we're not gonna get into that

Yeah sorry for the piss talk LMAO

[sandygarnelle]

My mom is def neurodivergent or smth

(Original chat pic was translated in google translate so yeah it looks weird)

[caramelstarlight]

Yandere Simulator Drama

Addressing the drama of what happened recently…

don’t go ahead if your sensitive to Grooming. Please just scroll.

I will no longer support yandere devs actions for creating the game nor will I ever play the game ever again.

I may have not made anything about yandere simulator on Tumblr but I love watching Jay,Razz and Bijuu play that game.

Until he ruined it.

If anyone that somehow hasn’t heard of this yet in the yandere simulator community here is the post.

Basically he was a stupid groomer.

Don’t support him anymore please. Support the Va’s who spent a bunch of time giving him the voices he needed for the game.

what’s worse is that yandere simulator is extremely popular according to YouTube where it has the topic.

Almost 500k people were subscribed to it.

A wiki.

it was on wikipedia

multiple well known YouTubers and voice actors and others that played and helped in yandere sim.

I can’t fucking believe him.

ik this blog isn’t used for swearing, but how can I Not????!! Another god damn groomer.

It could’ve been an amazing finished game if he just didn’t.

This is one of the few post that I’ll let people swear. I will not care go ahead. Everyone has to be upset in the community right now.

Goodbye yandere sim. I’ll miss this game, community, voices,gameplay and almost everything.

I was originally going to finish my post of Caramel Arrow Cookie x Reader in celebration of her being 5A (10*/10star)

and have the release date of the next chapter in my “Two Worlds, One Heart” series. But i’m deeply sorry.

I won’t be able to focus on them until the weekend, forgive me for not doing many updates. Im sorry that I can’t provide much.

It sucks that this is my 69th post.

[the-cheese]

I want to introduce you all to my partner, the love of my life

🧀

Topokki my beloved, how sexy you are

How beautifully dressed you can be with any garnish

How I blend into your gooey squish

We become strings

Attached by a thread of coagulated cow.

Dairy and rice cake.

🧀

I see you with sesame

And that’s okay

Just know by tomorrow

I’ll be cheese pullin all day

🧀

[weeping-gospels]

“ Tusk-thing — “

The squeak of the large rat came from behind Gluttony, his overtaxed body collapsing unceremoniously in front of the large creature,

“ C-Corpse-thing speak-squeak highly of Tusk-thing. Tusk-thing good natured, yes-yes? Then Tusk-thing will help-aid Hemlock, yes-yes? “

Help him? After admitting that he and Moulder base tormented Bethanne for fun? What a joke.

Still, he looked to be in horrendous shape, barely able to move with both paws desperately pressed into his overstretched midsection,

“ Grahh — Hemlock was — was TRICKED-FOOLED! BY HEMLOCK’S OWN LITTERMATES! Hemlock accepted foods..but foods were not good-well. No-no, foods were BAD, foods expel too many-many gases inside of Hemlock, Hemlock’s gut can’t handle it all — THEY DID IT ON PURPOSE! TO RID OF THE BLACK BULL! GRAHHH — hurk — “

Of course they did. Who wouldn’t?

All of the riling up only made the gases expand faster inside of him — at this rate, Hemlock was a goner if he continued to push his body closer to the limit.

@hxnger-unbcund

[breath-of-eternity]

Chapter 28

To the west was scrubland, empty except for rocks and a few bushes valiantly giving their best effort in the dry and barren soil. South was better, the bushes green with a few trees in the distance. Amaia’s stomach lowed like an animal, demanding she get her ass moving. When she swallowed, she tasted blood.

She eyed the flyer. It hovered through the air in widening circles, and if it came around again, it would be close enough for the Absconders inside to spot the small figure moving along the ground. The chasm looming beside her, she hurried along as fast as she dared. It was likely—it was probable—other entrances lurked underneath the grass, waiting until she got close to leap under her and swallow her whole.

Get it together!

Amaia slapped herself across the face hard enough to make her cheek sting. The steady beat of the flyer indicated it was nearby even if she couldn’t see it. Maybe it would vanish into space, its task done, but she had to be prepared if it did not.

She did not move fast, but with great deliberation. With her attention focused on the ground, she found insects crawling over the ground and pinched them in her fingers to lick up. Among the thatches of yellow grass was an ant colony she stopped to ingest, scooping them up, ignoring the tickling on her tongue as she swallowed. Then the whip-whip of the flyer grew louder and she moved along.

She swiped her arm over her head and it came back barely damp in spite of the sun beating down on her, and she chewed on her lips, peeling off a flake as dry as an old leaf. It was wrong, it was bad, but she could not remember what it was. The thick piece of leather taking up space in her mouth came out and dabbed her upper lip, and she tried to think of the last time it had touched liquid.

The flyer. Getting closer. She couldn’t see it. A bee hovered behind a tree. No, the flyer curving towards her. She got down on her hands and knees and crawled into the grass, huddled among long, thin reeds. The hover boomed, pulsating in her ears even when she clapped her hands over them. It moved along, seemingly not detecting her presence.

It wouldn’t leave. She couldn’t see it anymore, but it pulsated through the air, through her skull, she could hear it, she could feel it, she could taste it—earthy, with a hint of metal. She didn’t know when it happened, but she blinked a few times and realized she was face down in the dirt, and the only thrumming was her heart trying to escape her chest.

She patted the soft ground, and wet blobs stuck to her fingers. Wet, she remembered that! And she scooped up a handful and shoved it into her mouth to suck out all the moisture. The shriveled slab in her mouth begged for more.

Even shaded by the branches, her body was baking. Soon she would faint, and with no one to find water to dribble on her lips, she would die in the grass. If the ground was damp, there had to be water nearby, had to. She crawled, following the wettest part of the ground, bushes whipping her face. She picked up another clump of muck to drain the water from and coughed up a cloud of dirt.

This had to be her limit. Luck had only flashed her way enough to keep her alive, and it finally gave up on helping her. Who could blame it? She’d needed its aid too many times already. But it had to understand, she had no one else to turn to.

She dragged herself along. A flash of green appeared among the tawny grass and she snatched it up and ate it without looking, and thankfully it only tasted of grass instead of something poisonous. The mud was stickier, and there was even a brown pool that she dipped her face in to inhale. She started coughing again, and had to lie down and give her limbs a rest. When she dies, water would be just beyond her reach.

Dying would be easier, she thought. The others were lucky. They don’t have to keep struggling.

“That’s it?” Dash asked. “You’re going to give up?”

I didn’t say that. I’m just close to my limit. I haven’t eaten in days. Nothing left. I have nothing left.

“Don’t quit, please,” Mother said.

Why not? I’m so tired.

“Because you don’t want to,” Father said. ���Otherwise we wouldn’t be here.”

No, she supposed not.

What eluded her, the thing she kept coming back to, was why she would even want to live. She had nothing left to hold on to. No one needed her, and she had no one to need. Every decision she made ended with a struggle, and even if she had made a different one, she knew the struggle would continue. There was no respite from the constant vigil of what might kill her. A scratch from a thorn with no one to help treat the ensuing infection? The berries of a tree she mistook for a non-toxic variety? A monster because she found nowhere to hide when night came down? The list went on. And on. And on.

I am the last of humanity, she thought to herself. If I’m not, I might as well be.

She pushed herself back to her hands and knees and continued following the muddy ground, each time her hand coming down with a wet smack. Muck splattered up her forearms. She sipped out of a pool and spat out as much dirt as possible, smacking her lips at the taste lingering behind. From the poisoned river, perhaps.

Her hand came down again, this time in a pool of cool water, dirt floating in it but not so much she couldn’t see the stems of the grass it flowed around. She scooped up a handful, the best water she ever had.

This was not a river or a lake. She pulled up the long strands, but there weren’t any good roots to them like you’d expect from swamp grass. The plants sticking out of it were those that grew on dry land, emphasis on dry. What was going on here?

She got to her feet, swayed, managed to keep upright. The whup-whup-whup of the flyer indicated it was around somewhere, but not in sight. She clenched her jaw and continued to slosh through the water.

Water crept up her calf and over her knee. The current wasn’t strong, and she could reach down any time to get herself another drink. If the sun wasn’t hanging behind the trees to the west, she would have forded to the other side. She turned back and walked until her feet slapped against dryer ground, and she sat, hands braced behind her. Almost immediately, her eyes slid shut.

Her stomach complained, but she didn’t have the energy for it to hurt, so starving to death wasn’t entirely bad. She let her head droop and moved to lie down, letting sleep wrap around her, when water splashed her leg. She jolted, and somehow it wasn’t her imagination. The water level was rising.

As much as the thought chilled her, colder than the impending night, she needed high ground, the hills the sun was now firmly behind. She had to move with excruciating caution, small steps, not putting her full weight down until she was sure each step wouldn’t give away. Water continued to lap at her feet, the black of night surrounding her. Branches ensnared her legs and crunched as she smacked into the ground. If only she could shut her eyes and let sleep take her. But water babbled softly, approaching ever closer.

“There hasn’t been much rain,” she said, her voice cracking. “These can’t be floods. The river… A rockslide blocking the river, that could be it. Like that time two springs ago. The lake we met the mountaineers at was filled with rocks, and the water flooded all the way to the river. Father said there’d be a new lake before long. Last year, we had to go around it, remember? Not many fish. It was a disappointment, the new lake.”

Her throat hurt. She dropped to her knees and bent to the water, lapping it up like an animal. Back on her feet, she walked until the ground sloped, until the water no longer followed her.

She slept wedged between rocks, woken by the thunderous cacophony of the flyer hunting nearby. The early morning sun was just over the horizon, giving just enough light to reveal the craft, sleek and insectile, somehow able to float in the air like a feather on the wind. The Absconders inside were close enough that they should be able to see her.

Amaia turned her body sideways and slid down between the rocks, scoring her poor skin, still raw from the chasm. She pulled the furs over her head, hoping they’d see it as a corpse that fell into the river. If the shreds barely clinging together could even pass for a dead animal. She peered through the holes to watch the hover drift over the waterlogged plains. Its path stayed straight, no attempt to veer and get a better look at the mass of fur squeezed between the rocks.

The hover floated south, over the river proper, where Amaia was supposed to be going. When it disappeared behind the rocky hills, she peered from behind the skins and caught a flash of its back end, a cloud of dust whirling around metallic cones on its wings. Similar ones lined the bottom, and she couldn’t be sure, but she thought those were what allowed it to hover like a bee.

She extracted herself from the rocks and made her way down the hill. The water was higher than it had been, but when she stopped to drink and wash, it wasn’t rising anymore. She stepped into it and the chill immediately sunk into her bones, and she crawled back up the hill. While she waited for the sun to bring back the feeling in her skin, she scoured the shallows for anything she could ingest. Even grass was desirable at this point.

The thrumming of the hover evened out to a steady whirr, and Amaia wished she could tell where it was coming from. She tried to ignore it and focus on pulling up fronds, then the noise died completely. Her hands, clutching green tufts, began to shake.

They had landed.

They didn’t see me, she told herself. They would have landed on this side of the water. Maybe they’re looking for monster nests, or, I don’t know, whatever is polluting the river. They didn’t see me. They didn’t see me.

She repeated it over and over.

A small shadow wriggled through the water. Amaia jerked forward, as if she could materialize a spear out of the air to catch it with. Her stomach pinched painfully.

She crouched in the water, reaching into her bag for her knife. Her lower half went numb, then her knees twinged, but she waited, and waited, and waited. More fish darted through the water, exploring area they had never experienced before. Too far away, too fast. She sucked in a breath when her stomach whined, but fish couldn’t hear. She was pretty sure.

Wait, wait, wait. The sun crawled up the sky. A fish the size of her forearm squirmed through the grass, but she did not move for it. A thousand scenarios flashed through her head, her whirling and falling, her missing her slash, lurching forward only to chase away every fish in the area.

The fish nibbled at her toes and moved along. She brought the knife down in an arc, ahead of the fish and to the left, near a bunch of sticks, the remnants of a bush that didn’t survive summer. When it detected the danger, the fish fled towards the bush, exactly as she thought, and the blade plunged into it just beyond its eye.

It wasn’t exactly an elegant meal, holding the raw fish and tearing off chunks with her teeth. She ate almost all of it, down to the bones, the eyes were the only part she couldn’t bring herself to try. Father would be annoyed she didn’t clean it properly. For some reason, she couldn’t summon the image of him yelling at her.

Everything was beginning to fade.

The fish went a long way towards filling her shrunken stomach. She stood and stretched the cricks out of her muscles, and the water running up her calves no longer turned her into ice.

Crossing took until after noon. At first it was shallow, up to her thighs at its deepest point and stretching through the forest. She still didn’t see any reason for it, no tree falls, no sign of storms. Stories told of animals that used to drag wood into river to shore it up, probably another fantasy to entertain the children, but it certainly seemed real today.

Once the trees thinned, the water deepened, all the way up to her chest, and she knew she was in the river proper. The current was an easy murmur, so maybe the river being spread out actually helped. She swam towards the thickest group of trees, and soon rocks scraped her knees. She got up and walked through a sunken forest.

She needed a place to spend the night, but the Absconders had to be around here somewhere—she never heard the hover again, and surely it couldn’t lift off silently. She needed to get to dry ground anyway. The ground must have been sloped downward here, because the water was almost to her waist, even though she was stepping over bushes.

Finally, she came to a hill, nothing but dirt and rocks but dry, and she had to sit down to catch her breath. Her head hurt again, and if she didn’t know better, she would have thought she’d been stabbed in her lower abdomen. The world was bathed in the hues of twilight, and she wouldn’t be able to spot another fish to catch.

She’d just sleep. Maybe in the morning, she’d finally know what to do.

She wrapped the ragged skins around her and bunched the nearly empty bag to cushion her head on the rocks. Her mind drifted to better places, racing with her brother, fishing with Yan and not catching anything because they were busy talking. Their voices were there with her…

Amaia bolted up. For once, it was not her imagination conjuring the voices.

They were real, and they were heading towards her.

[crowcaws]

What she says: I have a thing about tap water

What she means: I am buying bottled water because one time at work the pipes exploded and sewer water got in the walls and the taps everywhere were running brown/grey and they had to turn all of the water off and fix it. They fixed it and it's been almost two years but I still refuse to drink out of the taps unless it's the filtered water that has been boiled. But that story is too long and whenever I tell it they just go "but the cold water is filtered" so I just say I have a thing about tap water because I am sick of explaining The Great Shittening of 2021 over and over again to these heathens and knaves who would rather go on guzzling their poop water with indifference.

[fat-hedonistic-hogs]

Momo is getting ready for a patrol.. Way too ready her gut is taut and it hurts and all her friends are worried about her.. As she explains her plan she shows them that she might need to create loads of shields in case of an explosion to protect the civilians.. And she needs loads of materials to do so!.. She's gonna share the new extra resistant shield she learned to create and with a little bit of effort!

Flooooorpptttt!!!

She loses control.. And now messed herself.. Good thing she was prepared for this but.. She's definitely gonna need help changing her diaper.. If she does it herself ahe might let more out..

"I... I'm sorry, I just got distracted and let my control slip. I tried out a new recipe Fatgum and Tamaki taught me for high energy protein rich burrito's... I may have miscalculated the strain they put on my hnnng~ FLRRRPOOORT stomach..." Momo said between low rumbling toots and bellowing bassy farts as she emptied the contents of her gut into her "absorbent protective underwear" which was a fancy name the support course came up with for combat diapers.

"It's alright Momo. We know your quirk puts a strain on your tummy! Oh do you want me to go? I think I got a big load in my tank after breakfast! If it'll make you feel better."

"How about we refocus on the mission and less on Momo's... quirk side effects." Ochako said trying to word it as nice as possible while pulling Toru up before she could squat down.

"Momo? I got a notification on my phone. You need a hand?" A sudden voice called out making Momo go red in the face as she tried to hide her growing blush and sagging messy rump.

"Sorry, this will only take a second. I'll get her changed and she'll catch up later. You two just start your patrol, I'll make sure she gets back to you." Kendo said with a smile as she grabbed momo by the hand and lead her towards a nearby public restroom.

"Was she carrying a diaper bag under her arm?"

"how about we agree just to forget this every happened..."

[rottenczar]

You know, there have been so many moments in this work that have left me wondering if the author might perhaps have a prion disease, but Girl. None of these words or ideas are depicted in the Bible, Tanakh, Quran, Vedas, Tripitaka, Poetic Edda, or indeed any text of religious or spiritual significance.

[weightedlive]

have a canker sore on the side of my tongue. i will promptly be blowing up the nearest car

[sundaybones]

don't know what compelled me to make this video but it's where im at right now