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    Ask Scarlett

    More questions! And that means another drink! First question: If I could be any animal, real or mythical, what would I be? Well, an imp, obviously. ... Alright, that's lazy. I guess a lot of them are really cool. If you're gonna include mythical animals, I don't know why I'd ever choose a regular one. Mythical animals are so much cooler! Anyway, I wouldn't mind being a Naga. Half snake half woman sounds super cool. Would certainly save money on socks. Not that I wear any, but still. Sometimes I do. Next question! What other fetishes do I have. Cheeky ~ Well, if it's not obvious I'm a total exhibitionist. I love drawing attention to myself ~ Just the thought of everyone looking at me when I...Ahem. I also quite like military uniforms. Something about them radiates power. And sometimes I like being in charge! So they work well together. And of course, a military uniform draws people's eyes to me... I might wear this more often.... Next...erm... Before we move on to the next question - these drinks are going straight through me. Can we, err, think of a toilet break soon? I've still got two cans left though... N-nevermind! I'll be fine. Next part of the question... Do my wings and tail make it harder to find clothes? It does if I'm not at home. Around here there's a lot of imps and whatnot around, so it's not too hard. But if I'm out of town it can be hard to find something. On the topic of the tail and wings; Do you ever use your tail to hold or for 'something else?' Dude. It's a tail. What do you think the answer is? Man I love this thing sometimes. But yes, I can use it for holding myself if my hands are busy, I can use it to hold pizza, I can scratch my back with it. I would thoroughly recommend having a tail like this. Next question. Do I have a favourite band or song. I am super into metal. Gee, who'd have thought a demon would be into metal, right? But I'm a particular fan of Powerwolf and Sabaton. New album hype. Next one. Do I like to be on camping? I assume you mean 'Do I like camping' and I very much do. It's nice and refreshing to get out of town! In the wilderness, one with nature...You can pee wherever you want. In the bushes, against trees, inside the tent. Like if I'm inside the tent and I want to pee, it's just unzip and go. Good for the grass, right? Also wetting in a sleeping bag is an experience. It's like being a warm sausage roll ~ And the last question. What do I know about Will? I've seen him around a few times....Why, is he on the site? ... Oh sweet, he is! We should do something together sometime, what do you think? Maybe a holding contest or something along those lines... And this drink is down. Two left. I don't think I'll make it all the way to the last one... Anyway! More questions!
  3. HE WAS MADE TO RULE THE WAVES ACROSS THE SEVEN SEAS

    TO LEAD THE WARMACHINE
    TO RULE THE WAVES AND LEAD THE KRIEGSMARINE

    THE TERROR OF THE SEAS
    THE BISMARCK AND THE KRIEGSMARINE

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    2. AkenoSama

      Yeah, he was hit practically in the only weak point he had, it was something crazy

    3. Dimwitrolo

      Great shot from that Swordfish though

    4. Lakur

      torpedo bombers OP

      pls nerf cv

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    Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    Drawing's that I've made. It's mostly Scarlett. Enjoy!
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    Pistons, Shafts, and Pressure Valves

    "We can go to the hill just outside town." Moira says. She turns and begins to walk away. When she doesn't hear Charlotte following, she turns around. Charlotte's stood in place, bent over double, hands between her legs. "Come on then." Says Moira. "We don't have all day." Charlotte just moans. "Come on, let's go." Moira says. She turns around and walks away, and this time she can hear Charlotte's troubled footsteps following. "Is it far to the hill?" Charlotte asks. "Not too far." Moira answers, not slowing her brisk pace. "It's about five minutes or so if we're quick. You're not being quick though." "It's kind of hard to walk right now..." Charlotte moans. The pressure between her legs is mounting again, getting worse with every step. Each time her foot hits the ground, it sends a shock wave straight up her and through her aching bladder. She does her best to keep quiet, but every now and then she can't help but let out a soft moan. The walk out the town is fairly quiet - Charlotte doesn't have too much to say in her current state - she's too focused on not wetting herself to speak, and Moira seems content to walk in silence. As the girls walk past empty buildings, the red light hangs in the sky as a grim reminder that Charlotte can't return to the Legion. Scouts who don't come back are treated as deserters, and the punishment for desertion is a swift trial, followed by a firing squad. Charlotte can't stomach the thought, but luckily she's something else to take her mind off it. "Um, M-Moira?" Charlotte begins, stopping in her tracks. "What's wrong?" Moira asks, turning around and sighing. "I....N-nothing. L-let's go." Charlotte whimpers. "Well clearly it's not nothin'. What's goin' on?" "I...Could we...-" "Could we what?" "I...I can't hold it much more!" Charlotte blurts. "I need to find a p-privy!" "You said that your legions going te be firin' soon, roight?" "Y-yes..." "So no we can't find a 'privy'." Moira tells her, turning around again and walking. "I'd rather not be bombed while you're out takin' a piss." "B-but..." "No." It's all getting too much for Charlotte. The walk out of the town seems to take forever. From her small boat the town didn't look big at all, barely even large enough to be an outpost back home. But now, with a very pressing need for relief, the town might as well be the Capital. Sure, the buildings don't tower nearly so high as home, and the air is bright and clear, but the small cobbled streets here seem to go on forever. Moira doesn't even pay attention to Charlotte as she hobbles along behind her. "So why are you shelling the town?" Moira asks, cutting into Charlotte's train of thought. "W-well, the red flare m-means that...Scouts reported a hostile response. S-so the ships are going to bombard the town..." "Hostile response?" Moira scoffs. "The place is feckin' empty. So what was it? A particularly defensive fox? Maybe some rude drawings on the wall?" "I....D-don't know...M-Moira, I need to stop! I can't go on like this!" "Oh for fecks...What now?" "I can't hold it, Moira! I need to pee!" This was the Legion. This is the Iron Legion. All the horror stories of death and conquest, and in yet front of Moira was this whimpering girl who can barely walk a minute without stopping to complain. Moira wasn't impressed. "Look." Moira sighs, rolling her eyes. "How big will this bombardment be?" "T-they...Probably...whole town...Hng!" "For....What?" "I t-think some came out!" "Is the rest of that legion quite as impressive as you?" Moira scoffs. "Because if it is, I might go back inside and wait till the shelling passes." "P-please! I need to go now! I can't hold it!" "Right. Where?" Moira says, scowling. "Where do you want to pee right now? If we wait, you can piss in a shell hole." "Hnnn...." "Or maybe I can hold up an umbrella while shot rains down? Think that'd work?" "N-no..." "Let's go then." Moira says, turning around once more. Charlotte bobs up and down on the spot for a second, before scurrying after her. The need to go was too much. Charlotte didn't just think that some came out - she could feel a cooling spot in her underwear which told her there were no two ways about it. She'd started to wet herself. At least she might be able to hold it a little longer, now that she'd already lost some. A warm wave building up inside her makes her think otherwise though. "H-how long until-" "Look." Moira says, stopping again. She walks over to Charlotte, puts her hand on her shoulder and points to the hill in the distance. "See that? The hill? It's roight feckin' there. It's a minute or so away. You'll be fine-" "Hng!" Charlotte cuts in, moaning. A warm jet escapes Charlotte, through her underwear and down her leg. It hits the ground with a gentle splash. "Oh...give me strength." Moira mumbles. "Hold it, Charlotte. We're like a minute away, alright?" "Y-yeah..." Charlotte mumbles. She isn't, and she knows it, but what choice does she have? "Right then, let's go." Moira says, walking off again. Charlotte stumbles along behind her, her hands clasped between her thighs, hugging tightly against a warm damp spot on her tunic. It's a short walk now to the hill, with a short path through the forest. The trees dapple shade over the two girls, hiding them from the morning sun. The cobbled road has ended, and now the path of soft mud leads them. Wind rustles through the trees, birds sing, and Charlotte whimpers with each step. "Nearly there now." Moira says, trying to reassure Charlotte. She whimpers in response. Each step is agony like Charlotte's never felt before. Her bladder is practically rock solid, and the damp spot in her hands is a reminder that she can't hold any more. "D-do you think we're o-okay now? M-Moira?" "What?" "C-can I pee now? P-please?" "Are we going to be fine if they start shooting?" "I t-think so..." Charlotte mumbles. Moira looks around for a second. Charlotte looks up at her, desperately hoping for a yes. "Fine. Go behind a tree or somethin', but get a move on." The words hit Charlotte like a gunshot, and immediately she scrambles off the path and toward a tree. She's barely off the path before she feels a desperate wave begin mounting, with a warm, paralyzing feeling shooting up her legs. "What are you waitin' for?" Moira asks, tapping her foot against the floor. "I...I c-can't move..." "What?" "Hhhh...hhhelp?" Charlotte moans. She bends over double, pressing her hands into herself even harder. Her fingers squeezing her even tighter. The wave of heat spreads up her body, reaching her breast before slowing. It stops just at her ribs, and begins moving down. As if her entire body is working against her, she feels her muscles taking control of themselves, almost as if taking power away from her will. The wave falls down her torso and fills her bladder. It feels warm as it wells up. Her toes dig into her boots, her hands clench into fists, and her bladder begins to squeeze itself. Charlotte can almost feel precisely each drop as it begins to move inside her - the heat swelling from her bladder and moving down, with only her muscles as her last line of defence between staying dry and losing it all. Like water against a dam, it hits her hard, and she puts all her remaining effort into holding shut, but the surge of pressure doesn't let up, pushing and pushing against her clenched muscles. Trickles of water begin to break through; Charlotte feels them break against her skin. It's hot and wet, like she would expect. It's quickly absorbed into her underwear, but unlike the last times she leaked like this, the wave of pressure isn't stopping. She isn't getting control of her legs back, she isn't getting control of her arms, and she's certainly not regaining control of her bladder, as it squeezes tighter and tighter against her muscles. She feels as if she's burning up as the pressure grows and grows, and she can feel herself getting weaker. She can't hold it back, it's impossible. Her entire bladder has made that decision, and it's weighing down on her like a mountain. All of Charlotte's efforts are not enough. With shallow breathing and moaning, she is powerless to stop what happens. Her muscles begin to rebel against her, and she's helpless as she feels herself move to force the pee out of her. Her eyes clench shut, she breathes in sharply, and feels herself squeeze. A fierce spurt erupts out of her, through her clothes and into her fists. Charlotte gasps as the dam bursts and her bladder overflows forcefully into her clothes. Her arms return to her control, but it's too late now - her muscles have lost. The contents of her bladder are pouring out of her, soaking her underwear and staining her tunic, pressed tightly into her by her hands. A sharp hiss accompanies the torrent of urine now spurting out of her, down her legs and onto the muddy floor. It splatters against the ground, flicking drips from the ground against her boots. Charlotte tries to breathe in, but the air rushing into her lungs seems to push even harder onto her bladder, forcing it out even harder. Her ankles give way and Charlotte feels herself collapse to her knees. Her bladder doesn't relent, forcing out more and more hot piss down her legs, streaking down her thighs, splattering the front of her tunic. Her hands are overwhelmed by heat as pee floods over and through her fingers, so helpless to stop the forceful stream running out of her. The initial shock dies down after a couple of seconds, but to Charlotte it seems like hours as she loses control. And now she's lost it, there's nothing she can do to regain it. Knees in the dirt, pee floods down her thighs, glistening in the light and pooling at the ground beneath her. She whimpers as the hot flood continues to pour down her, hissing and splashing on its way down. Her underwear is beyond soaked at this point, as pee pours through it like water through a sieve. The puddle beneath her continues to grow, rapidly spreading around her and soaking into the mud. Her knees sink slowly as the mud goes soft. Urine streams around her legs, around the back of her thighs, collecting in the backs of her knees, before pouring down on the floor around her. Charlotte begins to realise the futility of her situation, and with one last sigh, she gives up any semblance of resistance, letting her backside fall between her calves with a dull splat as it splashes down into the puddle. All the pressure, the pain, and the heat that had built up insider her melts away now, quickly replaced with a powerful sense of relief that makes its way up her spine. Each breath out of Charlotte's body comes with a moan as relief takes over. The world is lost to Charlotte as her body goes warm, as if it's thanking her for finally letting go. Her mind goes blank, save for the wonderful relief of finally going after so long, after holding so much in. Now it all pours out of her, through her clothes and onto the floor below. The bitter smell of fresh urine hits Charlotte's nose, but it doesn't bother her. To her, it smells of well needed relief. She almost smiles as realisation comes to her - the realisation that it's all over. The realistation that she's finally letting it go after so long. She doesn't need to go any more, because she's already going. Charlotte giggles weakly. 'Well.' Thinks Moira. She stands still, watching as Charlotte sits in her spreading puddle. She can hear the hissing coming from between Charlotte's legs, as everything she'd been holding in is forced out of her. Charlotte's facing away from Moira, so she can't see the relief on her face, but Moira can certainly hear it as Charlotte's moans go from desperate, to failing, to relieved. And she can certainly see the puddle spreading out behind her. Charlotte's backside is planted firmly against the ground, her tunic soaking in the puddle as it continues to grow larger and larger. Moira sighs and rolls her eyes again. At least Charlotte won't be complaining about needing to piss any more. No more begging for a 'privy'. Charlotte's clothes are working well enough as a privy for her. Moira stands in silence, waiting for Charlotte to finish relieving herself. Charlotte finally begins to come back into the world. The warmth of relief begins to slowly fade away from her, and the cool breeze of the forest sweeps over her. The trees and mud, the birds, it all begins to come back to Charlotte, pee still trickling out of her and onto the floor. Her legs are warm from the streams that had found their ways down them before she ended up on the ground. She doesn't even recall hitting the floor. But she's very aware that she's sat on it now, and she's equally aware of the hot puddle surrounding her, clinging to her backside, soaked into her tunic. Charlotte slowly closes her thighs together as the last of what was in her bladder trickles out of her, through her soaked underwear, and onto the floor. The hissing has finished, and the splashing is dying away too. How long was she there? It feels like hours, but also like no time at all. All that pressure built up in her now lies on the ground beneath her, and the relief she felt as she burst is gone. Charlotte opens her eyes and looks down. Through tears, she can make out a very blurry puddle beneath her in the mud. A leaf is carried away as the puddle begins to trickle down, off the side of the path and into the roughage. She lets out a single sob as more tears well up. "M-Moira..." Charlotte stutters after a few seconds of silence. Moira stops day dreaming and looks over to her. Charlotte's still kneeling in a massive puddle. "What's up?" Moira answers. "I...I wet m-myself..." "I noticed." Moira says. A few more seconds of silence. "C-could you help me up?" Charlotte whimpers. Moira rolls her eyes again and steps over. The puddle's too big to avoid, and Moira quickly feels her shoes go warm and damp as she takes Charlotte's very-wet hand. She pulls her up, and Charlotte falls into her. The two step back, but Moira keeps her balance. Charlotte takes a step away, blushing heavily. She wipes her hand on her tunic, then wipes the tears from her eye. Charlotte looks up weakly at Moira, who doesn't react. The two stand in silence for a moment as Charlotte's tunic drips onto the ground. "Come on Charlotte." Moira says. "We should get to the hill." "...y-yeah." Charlotte mumbles, trying not to cry. "L-let's go." * * * "Ah, shite." Moira mumbles, emerging from behind a boulder on top of the hill. She walks toward Charlotte, who's stood awkwardly, her arms hanging limply by her side. "Only the one bottle of ale this time." Moira says as she gets closer. "Well sit down, make yourself comfy." She says. Charlotte plops down on the ground with a squish. Moira sits down next to her. She uses her revolver to clip the lid off the bottle and takes a drink. Charlotte takes off her boots, emptying them out onto the floor to her side. She sighs and sets them beside her. "You can see the whole town from here." Moira says, breaking the silence. "That spire is the old church, and a few streets to the left...just over there..." She says, pointing. "...is the inn. That's my usual haunt." Moira says. She takes another drink from the bottle. "And I suppose those are the legion ships over there, just off the coast?" "...Y-yeah." Charlotte mumbles, hugging her knees to her body. "I'd count that at about two minutes almost." Moira says, smirking toward Charlotte. Charlotte looks up at her. "When you were peeing, I mean. And the size of that puddle! I'm impressed." Moira says, laughing. Charlotte lets her head fall onto her knees. "Oh, cheer up." Moira says, gently hitting her in the arm. "This stuff happens." "No...I..." Charlotte begins. She pulls her head from her knees and looks at Moira, who takes another drink. "I can't go back." "What? Why?" Moira asks. "If scouts don't return before the second flare...we're considered deserters." "Right?" "And...deserters are shot." "Ouch." Moira says. She takes another drink. "Ah, shite. That means I'm stuck with ye." She says, looking over with a smirk. What did Moira mean by this? It's obvious she was joking, but still - was Charlotte really stuck with Moira? Outside the legion? A refugee - a deserter? She didn't want to think about it. "Hey." Moira says, tapping her shoulder again. "Look. I think the fireworks are beginning.". Charlotte looks up to catch a flash of light come from the Ironclad. The 'thud' of the shot takes a second to hit the girls. It sounds like thunder from this far. As the sound reaches the girls, the spire of the church is lit up in a blast that splinters the entire top half of the building. More flashes from the other ships erupt, quickly followed by more blasts in the town. "Well, there goes the inn." Moira says a little glumly. She looks over to Charlotte with a smile, though. "But...that's your home." Charlotte says. "Well...yeah. But feck - I was tired of the place anyway. Might be nice for a change of pace." she says. She raises her bottle to the town as more shells rain into it. "Here's to Barry's inn, the closest place I had to a home." She says, taking another drink. She looks over to Charlotte again. "Oh, bloody cheer up." Moira says. "It could be worse." "Could it?" "Yeah." Moira says. "The Legion wants me dead. I have nowhere to go. I've....bloody well wet myself! And you've lost your home. How could it be worse?" "You might not have a drink." Moira says, not missing a beat. She offers the bottle to Charlotte. Charlotte smirks at her. "T-thanks." The bombardment goes on easily for fifteen minutes. Moira doesn't bother even trying to recognise the buildings going up - they're going so frequently she's barely time to see them go. Eventually the guns fall silent, and the clouds of dust begin to settle. "So what happens now?" Charlotte asks. Moira looks over to her. "Well I suppose the responsible thing to do would be to visit a constabulary." Moira says. "They ought to know what's happened. Otherwise we should look to getting you some new clothes. Can't have you running about in those." "Yeah." Charlotte agrees. "These are soaked." "I meant more that it's a Legion uniform. Might get you shot." "Oh right." "Anyway, there's a nice little pub by the trading post. We could head there for a drink." Moira says. "And also to plan out our next move." She adds, as if it was part of her plan. "I'll let you decide." "Right, we'll head to... A) The Constabulary. We'll let them know about the Legion's attack, and we'll sit in the inn for a while. B) The trading post. They should have spare clothes. I hope you've got some money though, I sure as shit don't.
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    Dimwitrolo's Other misc work

    Experimenting time!
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    DimwitRolo's Commissions

    Commissioned drawings See my thread here to know more: https://www.omorashi.org/forums/topic/46343-dimwitrolo-commissions/
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    DimwitRolo: Commissions

    Another commission, from a user who wishes to remain anonymous. Keep an eye out for more of these two, though...
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    Pistons, Shafts, and Pressure Valves

    "Well you take all the time deciding ye loike, I'm goin' for a piss." Moira says, sighing and stepping around into the alley. "What!?" Charlotte exclaims, startled. "You're not just going to pe- to go on the floor, are you?" "Why not?" Moira asks, pulling at the buckle of her pants. "Who's goin' tae stop us? Every bugger's left town, it's just us, and oi've got to piss. It's either here or in me trousers." "There must be a p-privy around!" Charlotte says, practically begging for them to find somewhere - anywhere - but the dingy alley. "What's the matter wi' you?" Moira asks condescendingly. "There's no-one around, no-one's comin' back, and - Ah, feck it. You do you." "N-no!" "What now?" Moira asks. "S-someone would have to clear up!" "What? No they won't." "Well....well...fine!" Charlotte says, trying to look defiant as she clutches herself tightly. "I'm not going to pee on the floor like some animal!" "No." Moira says, rolling her eyes. "You'd rather piss yoursel' loik some kid. I get ye." Charlotte can't believe what she's seeing. This girl is just going to...go! In front of her, out in the open, on the floor! Back home, only drunks and degenerates would do something like this, but here this girl seems content to just waltz into an alley way and relieve herself on the cobbles. "Well...Hurry up!" Charlotte shouts down the alley way. "I don't want to wait around a-all day." "Are you being funny?" Moira says, turning back around the alley way with her waist band around her thighs, baring herself out to the open. Charlotte shrieks and looks away, before tentatively looking back. Moira stands with her hips to one side, a hand rested on her bare skin. The other hand hangs loosely next to her. Between her hands there's Moira. Bare. Out in the open. Charlotte looks up to see the elf's face looking back at her with a mix of confused anger. "Hurry up?" Moira repeats. "You haven't go all day? Do you want me to hit ye?" She asks. Charlotte shakes her head and looks down at the floor again. She looks back up slowly, staring. Moira's boots, one foot planted firmly, the other tapping in annoyance. Her pants sag around her calves where she's pulled them down. Her thighs are half-bared, and her crotch is completely exposed. Charlotte finds herself fixated on it for a moment - it looks like hers, as it should, and yet...there's something about it...Charlotte can't move her eyes away from- "Would ye loik to commission a painting?" Moira scowls. "You'd get to look at it better, oim sure." "S-sorry!" Charlotte says, looking straight at Moira's face to catch her glaring back. "I-I-I..." "Hold it. I don't care." Moira says. "I've really gotta piss, and oim not waiting any more." "N-no, I-" "It can wait." Moira says, turning on her heels. She doesn't get to see Charlotte staring at her backside as she turns around the corner. "I can't" Moira says as she walks into the alley, trying not to dribble as she steps into privacy. Moira takes a quick cursory glance around the alley. She doesn't need to, but by now it's force of habit. Half expecting someone to appear at any moment, Moira pushes her back against the wall. She bends down and pulls her pants over her foot. She lets them slide down her other leg and flings them to one side, out of the way of any potential splashes. She slides down the wall into a squat and takes in a breath. No matter how many times she's done this, she always feels a slight rush. Someone could easily turn the corner - someone else who hasn't left, lurking, looting, and about to find Moira squatted so vulnerably in the alley. Moira casts the thoughts from her head - if anything happens, Charlotte's always around. She doesn't look too useful in a scrap, but she'd make good bait. With her mind set at ease, Moira relaxes. That familiar warm feeling of pee making it's way down runs through her, swiftly followed by relief as it makes it's way out with a splatter on the ground. All the desperate urges, all the pent up pressure inside her just melts away as Moira starts peeing. Splattering fills the alley way, echoing around as warm pee splashes onto the floor below, pooling quickly, spreading away as more quickly pours in. A quiet hiss accompanies the splashing as pee floods out of her, more confidently now as Moira relaxes and lets nature take it's course. Warm shivers run up Moira's back, chasing away the desperation that she'd been clinging on to for so long. A warm yellow stream pours out of the elf and onto the stony floor, flicking drips upward as it collides with the floor. The pale puddle quickly flows downhill, away from Moira. Warm air rises from the ground and brushes gently against Moira's bared backside, barely inches from the ground - and the fresh puddle growing beneath it. Charlotte doesn't quite know what to do with herself as Moira relieves herself barely feet away from her. The splashes echo from the alley way, along with the faintest of hisses. Charlotte can almost hear each unique drip splash against the ground - and it's not helping poor Charlotte and her aching bladder. What she wouldn't give for a privy right about now - what she wouldn't give to be doing exactly as Moira's doing just around the corner - but she can't. Of course she can't. She can barely believe that Moira is. She can't be, surely. Could she? Maybe...maybe Charlotte should check, just to see if Moira's playing some mean trick on her. 'That must be it' Charlotte thinks to herself. No-one would be so...so...barbarian! As to just pee on the floor, out in the open! She had to check. There's no way Moira would be making all that splashing. Looking up from her feet, she peers toward the alley. It looks empty, but the splattering says otherwise. Charlotte edges toward it, careful to hold herself tightly, making sure that she doesn't emulate Moira. Placing one hand on the wall, she peers around. She is! She really is! Charlotte turns back and leans against the wall, clutching herself tight as ever. That girl is really - actually - just peeing! On the floor! Charlotte can barely believe her eyes. She must be wrong. She turns her head again. She is! This time Charlotte can't bring herself to look away - instead, she stares at Moira, fixated. She's sat against the wall, squatting, with her backside above the ground and just...peeing. She's not got an expression of nervousness, or fear, or some face of guilt - she looks relaxed! Her eyes are closed, there's a faint smile, and beneath her, beneath her bare backside, is a strong golden stream of pee, splashing on the floor beneath her. A puddle stretches the length of the alley, pouring with the gentle slope into the gutter. The splashing practically thunders down the alley, ringing in Charlotte's ears, and torturing her poor bladder. An urgent wave begins sweeping over Charlotte...an unfamilar urge, but she knows what's going on. She's so desperate, she's been holding on for so long, her body's beginning to rebel against her. The urge is too much, Charlotte pulls herself back around the corner, doubled over, ass against the wall. Eyes clenched shut, Charlotte puts all her effort into fighting this growing pressure. She can almost feel her bladder contracting, as if it's fighting to be emptied, even through the girl's underwear. With one last push of effort, Charlotte lets out a moan, clamping her hands over herself. The world goes still for a second, and the wave hits with all it's might. Charlotte comes within inches of succumbing. And yet, somehow, she holds it back. The burning pressure, the heat of her almost solid bladder, it dies down, but only a little. The wave has passed, and Charlotte's underwear remains unsoaked. The damp spot from her earlier shock clings to her skin, a reminder of how close she came to losing it, and how much is still aching to be let loose. With the wave defeated, Charlotte finds herself peering around the corner for another look, just in time to catch Moira as she finishes. Moira lets out a sigh. She's done. Empty. All the pressure inside her now lies splayed out on the floor in a puddle, picking up dust and leaves as it spreads toward the wall. Bubbles pock the edges of it, giving it some texture. One last relieved sigh and Moira stands up, careful to keep her feet from the warm puddle beneath her, but not quite careful enough - a damp, warm shock against her sole and a splash to go with it. Moira frowns and looks down. Luckily for her, her pants are hung around her still dry leg, mere inches from the puddle. She steps away from the puddle and back toward Charlotte, who's - Whose head is disappearing back behind the wall. 'Oh god! She saw me! She must have!' Charlotte thinks. Trying not to panic, she waits, pressing her back against the wall. Moira steps around the corner - Charlotte can't see her, but she can hear her. A clomp, followed by a clomp and the sound of something being dragged on the ground. Charlotte wrests her eyes open, to see Moira's boots - and one has Moira's pants wrapped around them. Charlotte has to force herself from looking up. She sees a single drip splatter between Moira's boots. It's too much to ignore, and Charlotte's eyes snap up to see Moira's bare body, drips still clinging to her. "Is there a reason you keep looking at me like that?" Moira asks, hand on hip again. "L-like what!?" Charlotte blurts out, not looking any higher than Moira's waist. Moira rolls her eyes and steps one foot back. "You keep staring at me. Whenever I'm naked." Moira states, trying to ignore Charlotte's staring. "Is there a reason my body interests you so much?" "N-no!" Charlotte says, staring. "I-I-I just....I'm not used to seeing...someone else...naked." "Well start getting used to it." Moira says. "I sleep in the nude too. I better not catch you at the end of my bed." "I...just...You look so....normal." Charlotte says, finally wresting her eyes up from Moira's groin. Moira looks back at her, quite angrily now. "Normal." Moira repeats, frowning. "The feck do you mean, 'normal'? Where you expecting me to have another arm in there?" "N-no! That's not what I meant!" Charlotte insists, pressing her hands more firmly into herself. "You're..I mean...You looks just like the people back home...only...your ears." "My ears?" Moira asks. She leans from one foot to the other, letting a drop slide down her thigh. "My ears aren't down there." She adds, pointing. "No! I mean- I know, but....The only thing about you...you're...I just think..." "Are you quite through insulting me?" Moira asks. "Or staring for that matter." "I...um...yes." "Roight, let's see- What is...the feck is that?" "What?" Charlotte asks. Moira points into the distance. A red flare lights up the sky from across the shore. The flare! Charlotte had completely forgotten about that - the call for the scouts to return! And she must have missed it! She must have been inside some building with Moira as she rooted about for what ever she could find, and now the red flare's in the sky! "We have to leave!" Charlotte exclaims, looking pleadingly toward Moira. "What? Why?" Moira asks, bending down to wrap her trousers back around her boot. "That's the red flare!" Charlotte says, hopping from foot to foot. "We need to get out!" "The feck are you on about - look - should I keep my pants like this?" She asks, holding them just below her backside and exposing herself. "I know you like to stare." She adds, before yanking them all the way up and doing the buckle back up." "S-stop playing around! We need to get out!" Charlotte insists. "Why? What's the matter?" "The red flare! They're about to begin firing!" "What." "The ships!" Charlotte shouts, too desperate to really think straight. "For fecks sake - take a deep breath, tell me what's going on." Moira says. "The..flare...I..." Charlotte stutters. She takes in a deep breath, and looks Moira in the eyes. "They fire up two flares - a white one, to tell us scouts to return, and a red flare for when they're going to open fire." "Well why didn't ye say so." Moira says, turning away and making her way up the street, leaving her puddle behind. "W-wait!" Charlotte shouts, hobbling after her. "If they're going to bomb this place to shite, we better be movin', roight?" "W-where?" "Well." Moira says. "We got three choices." "Can I pee first?" Charlotte asks. "No, you missed your chance. We can go to..." A - The cart stop. There's an inn about five minutes from town, sort of a last minute stop for anyone leaving. That's gotta have something cool lying around. B - The hill top. We can watch the fireworks from there. There's a little stash I've been to a couple times - some drinks, some food - nothing fancy but it'll keep us going. C - The watch tower. Ten minutes from here is the guard's watch tower on the town's border. We could let them know what's happening, maybe get some supplies off them
  10. Dimwitrolo

    Rolo: Sketches

    An album for sketch work of mine - as opposed to full colour works
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    Ask Scarlett

    More questions! Let's go! Let's make a start on my first drink! It's not beer or anything, just soda, I'm not getting smashed tonight. Another time maybe though ~ Righto, into the questions. First one: How many times do I wet myself a day? I mean...it varies. Average is probably two. Once in the morning, and maybe one later in the day. Some days I don't wet at all (Boring days, I know), sometimes it's a lot higher. The most I ever did was like 13 in a day. I woke up wet, and then decided to see how many times I could get out in a single day. It was 13. Well, fourteen if you count the next morning. Here's a picture of me on my twelfth wetting of the day! That was a good day. Might see if I can't beat that record some time. Right, next one. Who is the dominant one between me and Rolo? Man, I hate to break the illusion, but me and him aren't, like, an item. He's more like my camera man-slash-housemate. Do I have a sister called Agnes? Err, no... Not that I'm aware of anyway. Next! Do I have a favourite food. Oh, milksteak. ... No not really - it's pizza. I fukken love pizza. Next one... Opens with telling me I'm not allowed to pee. That was very much my plan, don't you worry ~ And the question is what was the most awkward place I wet myself? Ooh, there's a fair few...My favourite one's that time I went to a VR demo. There was this public demo of some VR headset and a game to go with it, and I was lucky enough to be pulled from the crowd to go up and play! The game was fantastic! Really immersive. A little...too...immersive. I kinda forgot there was a crowd of people watching me...on a stage...and that the toilet below me wasn't real... It felt so real though! It wasn't my fault! It didn't help that I did need to go before I started though...That's a note for next time... I'd totally do it again though. What a rush! Err, next! Dededesciple again. He's back with a bunch. My parents don't know I like to wet myself. I hope that doesn't change any time soon. My mom didn't introduce me to Satan. Not yet anyways. I haven't seen my mom wet herself. I don't really want to either - it's my mom. I have made someone wet themselves though! I managed to make one of my sisters - Lucy - wet herself one time. First thing in the morning, I'd woke up dry, and I'd gone to the bathroom. I was doing my business (In the toilet, sorry to disappoint) and Lucy starts slamming on the door. "Hurry up Scarlett!" I hear her shouting. "I really gotta go!" And this is about a week or so after she broke my favourite tea cup. So obviously I take my chance to get my own back. I decide I'm gonna sit and wait for a bit. Until Lucy's really feeling a bit of regret for breaking my cup. Maybe next time she won't throw it at me. Alright, I might have lost some paper of hers. For college or something. It can't have been that important. No-one breaks my cups though. So I sit and wait, meanwhile she's slamming on the door, shouting "Would you hurry up!" And I hadn't really meant for her to have an accident - I was only going to wait for like...ten...minutes. But all of a sudden she goes quiet and I hear this faint 'drip drip drip' from outside. Then she shouts "SCARLETT!!" and stops knocking. When I saw a puddle seeping under the door, accompanied by a very familiar sound, and I kinda realised I'd made her wait a little longer than she could. Don't break my cups. Oh, and the last bit - do I wet myself more than I use the toilet? That would be a lot of wetting. I hate to say I probably don't. That's not really by choice though... Next question! What is the airspeed of...an unladen swallow. Of course. It doesn't? Too bad. I feel kinda bad for that. I mean obviously the answer is African or European, then he says he doesn't know and gets tossed into a ravine. Don't worry, I can make it up to you Now we're even, right? Yeah, we're even. Okay, next one. How often do I masturbate per day? Wow, personal. Usually two. Once in the morning, once before bed. Maybe I'll do a special show for you all a little later ~ Until then - are traps gay? Yes. Yes they are. Do I have slaves? Not yet. Yet. What does Rolo look like? He's a Goblin. What was my childhood like? Err, it was pretty neat. Not sure how in detail I want to go into my childhood...I don't really want to get Rolo arrested for posting on his account. I'll leave it with 'it was pretty neat'. Next one - am I aware of r/waterniggas? I am now. ... I like this subreddit a lot. Thanks for introducing me! Dededesciple. Again. And he asks: Do I main Dedede in smash? Can't say I do. I probably main Inkling. They're all so cute! If not...what's wrong with me. Understandable. I should play more Dedede. I can only offer my apologies. What drink is my favourite to fill my bladder with. As opposed to filling my...err...appendix. Yeah that works. I mean water works just fine. But my favourite drink overall is probably tea. Best drink, any time of day. Plus it's slightly diuretic. But really so is anything if you drink enough of it. Speaking of drinking... That first can is down. Feeling a little bit of an urge, but nothing too significant yet. This is the point I'd be at and considering getting another drink and seeing where I can take it. Of course my next drink will be with the next round of questions, so get asking!
  12. Cheers boys

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  14. Dimwitrolo

    The walk back from the movies

    Sorry for the late reply! My phone bugged out, I think I've sorted it now! Okay The walk to the park was fucking agony. I really have to pee! I'm sure people can tell. So let me fill you in on what I've done... I went with the skirt, because it got the most votes. It's really nice and comfy. It's also really light. And it's going to get windy soon, according to the forecast. Fuuuck! This isn't easy typing this much! I NEED TO GO. Sorry. Okay. So I chose the skirt. Of course the last thing I put on was the shorts, and they got a bit stuck when I was taking them off. I SWEAR I CAME THIS CLOSE TO DRIBBLING IN THEM. I just about made it though. D-Don't know how much longer I'll manage though... Okay, okay Walk to the park was a bit dull, other than MY THROBBING BLADDER. We're peeing soon though, right? Right. That's good. So I hobbled up the road, trying not to leak. Still trying that, by the way. I'm trying SO HARD not to shuffle because I think people are staring. My skirts not riding up, is it? ... No it's cool. Goooooooooood, I need to pee. Soon. Right. Yes. I made it to the park, and then my phone just....went. I can relate, but it's still annoying. I've spent...however long trying to get it working. It's working now. I hope. Okay. Park. We're at the park now. Err, there are two pathways, one's a nice little one that goes past the pond, or there's the really long one that doesn't. That one goes through the woods. The park cuts through to my house by the way, so when we're at the end, I'm almost home. Hopefully by then I'll have pee'd. And maybe I'll need to get changed. That's for you to decide! But also I REALLY NEED TO GO. So. Do we take the long way. Or do we take the short way by the pond. I'm not sure which would hurt more. Err, decide. Quickly please. I promise I'll be quicker with the updates from now on too!