Off The Beaten Path – Halloween Camp-Out
Well, not exactly, but, uh, it seems kind of in poor taste. my brother met the guy, you see." "does he want to tell it himself or something?" victor asked, tapping his sneaker-clad feet up and down idly. "oh, no," ben elaborated.
The Con Rats (Commission)
But i feel that'd be in poor taste. what do you think?" sasha's answers came with a wet slurp. monroe sighed, "you're right. this is basically our vacation. better to let us lay low and cooldown."
Becoming Reinhardt - Writing Prompt from Featherwolf
They said it was a myth, an april fool’s day joke made in poor taste, a sinkhole for the gullible. but after weeks of tinkering, waiting, and praying he had finally done it.
Lore Tidbit #1
The man speaking (or, _dragon_ was a more appropriate term, if “hybrid" was in poor taste) sat forward.
An Evertech Tale Chapter 39
That was in poor taste. the point still stands, you know you can't get away, so why are you still struggling? i just want to care for you. i care for all of my pets."
Werefox's Dillema- Chapter 3
Sighing slightly and knowing that it'd be in poor taste to let this food go to waste i finish eating the rat before going back to my things.
Well Laid Plans
I admit that my own reproductive organ was straining, but i knew that it was in poor taste to put two and two together, if not fully illegal. the next day, however, i did not manage to withhold my urges.
Nyandemic Story, pt. 16
Laughing at a sick man might be in poor taste, but in this case, hadn't he earned it? if there was such a thing as karma, surely _this'd_ count. and yet... "do...do you think he _knows?_" i mused.
Splintered Fields: Chapter 1
“funny, just because he's one of the cat's around here doesn't mean that wasn't in poor taste," ares retorts, “besides, your one to talk, what with your-" i interrupt him with a gesture. “please do not mention that, i'd prefer it kept under wraps.
[c] Unwinding
Though the materials were of silver's own choosing, they were of similar make—just because the head of the rockets was now a businessman, not a mafia don, there was no excuse to engage in poor taste.
How Legends are Made Part 2 Chapter 6
"that was in poor taste, _mon amoureuse_. but seriously, quit it." she looked hurt, her eyes downcast and piercings now taking their turn in the light as she folded back her ears. the thumping from under the table stopped. "fine."
Game Night
Many would call her embellishments in poor taste, but none would dare challenge her, for the story ended with rolf the fighter - the man who had been made to slay his wizard friend, the man who had survived the maw of a great wyrm, if not his gullet - rolling