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PALIA OMORASHI ONESHOT

Hassian had planned to track this Proudhorn Sernuk for weeks. For hours, he had followed its tracks, moving silently. However, he was slowed down by one thing- you. You had offered to tag along since Tau was sick. Without his plumehound’s nose, he would have to work twice as hard to track it. You had selflessly offered to assist him in any way you could, but your footsteps were heavy and your aim… needed work. Hassian would be amused if the stakes were lesser. Nevertheless, he accepted your offer. After a few hours, he set down his bow and quiver.

“You okay?” You asked, self conscious. You knew you were slower and clunkier than him. You ran your hand through your hair as he sighed.

“Yeah. It’s fine. Let’s just set up camp.”

“Okay. What do you want me to do?” You asked, glancing at the moons.

“Do you know how to pitch a tent?” He snapped, but when you nodded he relaxed a bit. “Then pitch the tent. I’ll gather firewood.” He glanced around nervously. He shoved his hands in his pockets quickly and left.

“Do you need help? The sun is setting and it-” Your voice trailed off as he was already out of earshot. “might take too long.”

You pitched the tent effortlessly. Darkness fell over the camp, but there was no sign of Hassian. Growing worried, you headed into the forest. After being spooked by a chapaa in the brush, you finally saw his silhouette, his bow high and an arrow drawn. You crept closer, careful to be quiet. The beautiful deer was eating grass, white and blue light emanating from its body. It was so close, but Hassian did not fire. You could see the profile of his face and in the bright light of the sernuk’s magic, you could see a single tear rolling down Hassian’s face. The moment was tender, intimate, beautiful even. Did the hunter regret killing his prey that badly? Was he afraid to do it? Was he overwhelmed by its beauty? Hassian’s eyes were locked on the animal, but he seemed frozen.

Suddenly, he let out an animalistic moan. The deer perked up before darting away. The only light emanated from Hassian’s torch, propped a few feet away. You grabbed it and ran to him.

“Hassian! Are you alright?” You called as you raced towards him. Horror filled his eyes as he saw you. You stared at him blankly until you understood his distress. His pants were darkening, piss drenching the leather. “Hassian…”

“Stop- don’t look!” His voice dripped with anger and humiliation. He sank to his knees, a puddle forming around him as the dirt struggled to handle the amount of liquid it was being given. You smiled weakly, muttering things like ‘it’s okay’ and other small condolences. Eventually, his stream slowed to a trickle. His face was a deep purple and you suddenly realized you’d never seen a Majiri blush. After a beat of silence, you reached down your hand to help him up.

“Let’s get you into some fresh clothes.” You tried to smile reassuringly. You tried to quell feelings of arousal- not only was it inappropriate in the moment, but you were a bit worried that if you showed any enjoyment, one of his arrows might end up too close for comfort.

“I don’t have any.” He quickly wiped his tears. “When I go on hunting trips, I don’t pack clothes. That would just slow me down.”

“Alright. Well, come on back to camp.” You grasped his hand and pulled him up. He cringed but moved with you. As you both walked back to camp, you heard him sniffle a couple times.

“Go ahead and take those off.” You gestured toward his drenched pants.

“No, no I-” He stammered, horrified.

“What, you want to stay in those?” You raised an eyebrow, starting to chuckle. “Just take them off.” He took them off and stood still in his soaked cotton briefs. You waited expectantly and he stripped them off. He covered himself and you quickly turned.

“Where are you going?” He demanded, fear rising in his voice.

“The river, just a few paces away. Come on, you need a wash.” He followed with his head down, hands gripping his dick and balls. You washed his clothes and he splashed water on his lap and thighs to clean himself up. After a while, you both walked to camp.

“Alright bud, these should be dry by morning. We can find the sernuk when your pants are dry.”

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 😃👍🏻

vergil omorashi headcanons

this is what i spend most of my time thinking about, so this is what im gonna talk about 🤷

this guy 😈😈

this guy has extreme incontinence issues i can feel it (or im projecting, but no one has picked up these traits quite like he does)

first of all yknow how easy it is to just be born with incontinence? you wouldnt notice til a little above potty training age but its so simple to just be genetically predisposed to accidents; and then on top of that he went through insane childhood trauma at the age of like 8, effectively stunting him from growing out of it

his bladder isnt small, or even weak, per se, it just has problems. so hes able to exist for a good portion of his day without any worries, only having to use the bathroom like 3-4 times on an average day, but when that urge kicks in, its usually a good hour or more late, and sometimes thats enough that he simply doesnt have the time to find a bathroom, or do much else but try not to wet himself, of course in complete futility.

and you know how he reacts to all this? by pretending it doesnt exist. he acts like hes got completely normal bathroom habits despite not even being able to properly gauge how bad he has to go until hes way desperate.

he spends enough of his life alone and away from society that it takes quite a while for this to pose any real issues, but that doesnt mean all of his life, and it is one of the first things about him that people who spend an extended amount of time (or just the right wrong 5 minutes) around him learn, and usually the last, as well

he doesnt think about any of it at all during 90% of his day, but beats himself up endlessly from the moment he feels the need to go, until hes either able to resolve it, or it resolves itself. hes got a very firm belief that he needs perfect physical strength, and that includes his bladder capacity, he believes he should be able to hold indefinitely, which is extra hard on him when he can barely hold it for any time at all. for the same reason, hes not very squirmy, having the tendency to lock up as opposed to bouncing around, partially not willing to admit he has to go, and partially not willing to admit that its bad enough to take precedent over literally anything else.

god forbid he has an accident (it happens kinda regularly), he actually does not know how to process it, and becomes incredibly hostile toward any privy parties, though not outwardly violent. mostly he snaps about acting like it never happened, threatening painful death upon anyone who acts differently, and then just goes on to actually acting like it never happened.

quick side note, dante does not have incontinence issues. not to say hes never been caught short, or isnt a little irresponsible when it comes to taking personal breaks, but he has a normally functioning bladder, unlike vergil. as kids dante was incredibly supportive and protective of vergils issues, but upon being separated, he kind of assumes theyd be grown out of and doesnt think about it past childhood memories (which tbh he prob doesnt think abt much anyway)

to say hes shocked to see vergil hasnt seemed to grow out of them at all (despite his efforts to hide it) is an understatement. the first incident, theyd probably be engaged in battle with each other, and dante manages unexpectedly to knock vergil off balance. the fight ends there, as it becomes clear to dante that something is very off, and hes too concerned abt his brother for any dmc plot to drive him to continue fighting. after a short moment dante realizes that vergil is, in fact, in the middle of a complete accident, to which he cant help but laugh, with a teasing remark. this whole event cuts vergil pretty deep, but he ignores it as per usual, and dante brushes it off as well, figuring vergil was simply caught short, with unfortunate timing; but he does reminisce on similar events from their childhood, for the first time since then.

when it happens again, in a situation a little less forgiving than being actively engaged in battle, it starts to turn gears in dantes mind, and it only takes a third time for dante to fully understand the extent of the issue at play. hes no longer nearly as supportive as he used to be, but thats only because he quickly learns that bullheaded stubborness plays a decent part in vergils struggles; and he still is some - because he knows its not all his fault, and hes also still incredibly protective when it comes to prying eyes, or even vergil beating himself up, which he does, a lot.

family road trip

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 ?

character a: *freezes up, squirming nervously in place*

character b: are you ok ? what's wrong ?

character a: nothing... i just... i kinda have to use the restroom...

character b: *lighthearted teasing* ah. well, you can hold it right ? you're not gonna wet yourself like a little kid are you ?

character a: *looks away with a mix of sheepishness and increasing desperation* ...um

character b: *bluntly, sighing deeply* ...you just peed a little bit, didn't you..

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!

a character (char a) lives with a roomate (char b), and their schedules line up so that b is usually home long before a is

one day a gets back from wherever they were and is greeted by b when they realize theyre back. without responding, a continues to take their outside stuff off, having just set anything they were carrying down by the door. b pauses as they note the lightly strained but determined expression on a's face, and just watches mildly confused as they go straight past them down the hall, though understanding hits as soon as a turns into the bathroom, and they let out a small chuckle. they just kind of idle around there, as they had something they wanted to talk to a about, and are waiting for them to get out.

a, on the other hand, had just spent the better part of their day unable to use the bathroom for whatever reason (no time, doesnt like public bathrooms, etc), and is doing everything they can to make it the last few moments.

unfortunately, as soon as they step into the bathroom and shut the door behind them, their bladder gives, and they pause as they realize that they didnt make it. they just stand there, watching as urine pours down their pantlegs, and as it drips off and pools on the ground in front of them. once empty, they continue to just stand for a moment, before beginning to assess the damage, when a knock sounds from the door.

b, after getting bored of waiting for a to get out, had moved closer to the bathroom door, and immediately spotted liquid seeping out the bottom as soon as they got close enough. they pause, not really deliberating the situation, then knock on the door

this convo ensues (or at least similar):

"hey uh, (a)?"

"yeah?" (b definitely notes how close to the door a is)

"did you... do you need me to bring you anything?"

"huh?"

"theres,, uh, theres piss seeping out from under the door..."

at this a turns around and looks at the door, noting that they are right next to it, and that there is, in fact, urine seeping underneath to leak out the other side; and they respond with an "ah, so there is."