hey does anybody remember my old account ? i wanna see if i can salvage my posts from the depths of tumblrs servers but i dont have any posts liked or anything
i think i went by the same name, if not only-omorashi
just like, if you were here around 2 years ago and maybe you liked one of my old posts or something send it my way ? please and thank you any help would be great πππ»
i actually dont know when the last content i posted was, but have this animation that took me a year to make (read: i worked on it for like a month, then let it sit for 10 whole months, then finished it in like a week) idk its cute, happy omovember or smthn lmao ??
for some reason the only place i make any visual dent is on my omo blog lmao.
what does that say abt my character? am i only unique and interesting when it comes to piss bc seriously oof
ngl ive been thinking abt omo a lot recently tho and i think a wonderful time to spontaneously come back would be at the ass end of omovember lmao
been doing a lot of non-omo personal growth sooo
its time to revert and regress to grimy piss goblin for a while, yeah? lets see how long ill be here for this time
man existing is hard idk
you know what, I love the different types of omo holders, I do. But I also wanna hear about the different types of desperation that they're forced to deal with too, y'know?
Like, I've had holds where I couldn't stop squirming and my willpower was in the dust. I've had holds where I didn't know I was holding until I got back home and my body decided to just casually (forcibly) remind me of the sheer amount of stuff I drank that day. I've had holds where my muscles were too tight to expand and it was too painful to enjoy. I've had holds where my muscles were so loose that I didn't feel desperate at all, but I could feel my bladder hanging like an overfilled water balloon. I've had holds that I could easily ignore, and holds that filled my mind with alarm bells to the point where I couldn't focus at all. Holds that were far too hot for their own good, holds that were disappointing. Leaky holds and locked-up holds. I'm pretty sure I've cried over a hold at least once.
I love the coping mechanisms for dealing with a full bladder, but I also wanna hear about the bladder itself. Some coping mechanisms don't work with some forms of desperation, some forms of desperation change the form of coping. Multiple factors make a full bladder feel all those different ways. Two desperate people might feel very different forms of desperation. Describe the holder of course, but maybe also think about delving into the type of desperation they're feeling!
i know this has been said before but can we really go in depth on this
characters who are so incredibly skilled at pretending they dont have to pee that no one has any idea until they are suddenly wetting
characters who are actually almost painfully perceptive, but even they are shocked into silence as their friend just randomly starts peeing like its cool
and of course its only sudden to everyone else, poor victim themself has actually spent the past hour at least, if not more, doing everything they can to not flood themselves on the spot, but not anything that could give them away even slightly, so the desperation felt would be crazy extreme
they would probably start slowly leaking at some point, as they arent doing anything (except for mostly futile muscle clenching) physical to help them hold at all, and at that point theyll probably switch from trying to properly hold it, to just trying to be discreet about it. trying to hide any growing wet spots, trying not to go despondent and stay engaged so that people dont catch on, literally holding conversations as urine slowly runs down their legs and not really doing anything to stop it, but just trying to keep it slow and quiet, and above anything else, keep any clues of whats happening out of their expression and body language.
maybe they manage to be discreet the whole time, and no one ever even finds out what happened right in front of them.
or they manage to wet discreetly, but completely throw everyone off at a slightly later point, when someone suddenly notices their soaked pants, and cannot recall the last time any of them interacted with any liquids that could have potentially spilled, so they inquire. and now the victim can either come up with some poor excuse that maybe people probably dont believe, or they just come clean, rather sheepishly despite their nonchalant demeanor about it, that they did, in fact, piss themself, and it was actually a few minutes ago that it even happened
or they manage to kinda hold on despite leaking, enough to stretch their bladder to its proper limit, leading them to have a very noticeable, rather loud accident. maybe for some reason everyones attention was already on them, for something simple, like being asked if they want to order a drink or stuff like that, but they can no longer keep up the act, starting with just a long nervous pause, no one else able to figure out why the question asked poses such a conundrum to them.
after a long-ish moment, the victim would mutter out something, maybe an apology, maybe just weak noises of defeat, as the floodgates finally break, and they start wetting forcefully and messily.
theres something about more public wettings, especially if not even slightly anticipated, that is just the most thrilling. it can get to be so humiliating that it makes even me, as an omo enthusiast, cringe with embarrassment. but its the fact that, no matter how much anybody cringes, there is nothing that that person can do to stop what is happening. it is their reality and they have to deal with it as it is, even when its so humiliating it feels stupid
and you know that this kind of accident would be at the peak of max embarrassment, it doesnt matter if the people around them are understanding or mocking or what, the sudden attention on the one thing theyd been trying to avoid will send their brain over the edge of functioning, and the best they can do is just hide their face and wait for someone else to do something
silly fact: dante's not even first in line, he's actually last (with vergil taking up the front). he's just the only one still coherent enough to yell at nico through the door. the way things look; it doesnt really matter where in line any of them are ...
... wonder what they did to her ?
i have no real content right now but uh
idk im just thinking abt how if "complete" vergil is already accident prone bc of natural reasons; then v is basically not potty trained π€ͺ
helpful people are so π₯Ίπ₯Ί
when they spend so much time helping others they dont even realize theyve been ignoring themselves until theyre halfway through a task and cant focus anymore because they really need to pee, but they cant step away, so theyre just desperately trying to fumble to the end of what theyre doing
maybe theyre trying to be discreet about it, or maybe theyre potty-dancing in place like a madman whenever they get a chance to stand still, either way they brush off any comments that might be made by anyone else, insisting that it doesnt matter because they cant step away
they are moments away from finishing said task, at this point just thinking about booking it to the nearest restroom, when someone unaware of the situation comes in, and asks them to help with something else when theyre done with that
maybe theyre so jumbled they agree without realizing, or maybe theyre peeshy or something, so they cant find a reason to say no, despite being near wetting themself, but they end up getting stuck in this new task, unable to convince themselves to not be helpful, if even for a quick 3 minute bathroom break
theyre surprisingly composed at this point, sheer willpower and drive the only thing holding anything at bay, but despite managing to achieve the task before them, theyre a visual wreck.
shaking, trembling, squirming, clenching their thighs, squeezing their fists; theyre barely even potty dancing at this point because the movements would be too harsh on their bladder. its clear to anyone, if theyre paying attention, what the issue is
at this point maybe someone is nice enough to finally help them, and offers to take over for them, with a sympathetic smile
the idea that maybe someone else could be doing this suddenly rackets around their brain, and they just kinda stand in embarrassed shock, staring at the other person, and fumbling for words. that is, until their painfully full bladder spasms, reminding them of just how bad they need to go with a small leak, and they scramble into action, a mix of thanking and apologizing to the other person, as they put whatever theyre holding down somewhere (or give it to the other person), and bolt off without waiting for another response
of course, at this point, theyre past their limit, managing their way into the bathroom, but not getting much further than locking the door before the dam starts to break. a small but steady stream starts its way down their legs, but they continue on, undeterred, towards the toilet; although they forgo even attempting to remove their clothes, in lieu of dropping unceremoniously onto the toilet as their accident increases in intensity, still pouring down their legs onto the floor, despite their best efforts
...at least some of it made it into the toilet.
or maybe nobody offers to help them and they end up wetting themselves completely in the middle of what they had been doing, having to just stop and helplessly watch as their overstrained bladder finally relaxes, all over themself and the floor.
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