Seven - Chapter 1
He walked over the trashbags, and hampers of clothing needing to be washed, heading for the bathroom. as he approached the door, he yawned, smiling as his ears picked up the sound of the shower running.
Influenced: Ratted Out
“i’m still sorry,” ruban said lamely, glancing at the trashbag in his hand. he was supposed to have class in an hour, but after the events of the previous night... he didn’t really feel up to it. “you’re okay. need any help?”
Expensive Tastes
Magazines lay strewn about the unmade bed, classwork dittos mixed along with them, a few bowls and plates peeking from underneath the bed, fastfood bags crumbled up and piled in an overflowing trashbag.
A Magically Medical Christmas
It gave him a real scavenger chubby in his trashbag pants. a scav-chub-trash-pant, they called it. or scavchatrapant, for short.
Apartment Bloos
Three floors up, her jets fired as she swung the bag, alley-ooping the trashbag into the dumpster.
Springtide of the Black Rose: Chapter 3: Time for Anything
The crossbreed smiled as she gathered up the meat into a black trashbag, leaving nothing but a bony mass behind, dragging it off into a nearby clearing that she normally dumped the remains before coming back to the kill site.
Gemini Ties: Snap Fun
She threw away a couple pieces of trash, and turned off the open sign, only pulling the trashbag out and replacing it with a fresh one.
Savage Investigation
trashbags smooshed, rolled around, and spilled out their parcels from being lazily thrown at the dumpster. however her plan required us to get down and dirty, so that's what we did.
New Beginings
._” “oh my god thank you, thought i’d have to go rooting around through the trashbag to find one, you’re the best.” she says, petting her head.
A Favourite Situation Chapter 8
He said with a smirk as he left matt there with the air of someone dropping off a trashbag. the receptionists behind the desk talked between each other, completely unconcerned that there were slaves resting in the lobby.
Game of Life • part 3
I’m focusing as hard as i can on the sidewalk i’m running down, dodging rough-looking pedestrians and trashbags (this is a pretty shitty neighborhood), so if i’m accidentally channeling some paragon of physical fitness, then right now i’ll call it an accident
Kioga: A Well-Needed Change
Problem was, that cushion was lumpy, fat, and discolored, looking more like a trashbag full of turds. a bath was the sensible option.