#they won't hurt you they just want a little nom nom

[kaiserouo]

why is a historian tankier than rhino

[zweiginator]

college!patrick corrupting innocent!reader feat. art caught my attention QUICK

om nom patrick wanting to fuck her but he knows he’ll have no restraint even though he should go easy on you so he invites artie again🤗🤗

OH YEAH BABY WOOOO

PATRICK TELLING ART TO FUCK YOU BECAUSE HE CANT BE GENTLE....

and patrick and you have tried to have sex one time before but the second he pushed inside you were clawing at his back because it hurt and fuck you were so tight. patrick cursed and pulled out. said he wants your first time to be good and slow--which isn't something he can do.

"your little pussy's so tight. don't think i can control myself with you hugging me so good."

and he's kissing your forehead but you're upset because you really like patrick. he has a reputation around campus but you trust him and he knows your body and you dont want to go searching around for someone to sleep with, with a big 'im a virgin' sign stamped to your forehead.

patrick says it won't be necessary. says he has a friend who's perfect for it. for you. and you're nervous because you've never been so attracted to anyone like you are to patrick. you don't think anyone can compare.

but then art is knocking on your door and patrick lets him in. you can't see him yet; patrick is obstructing your view with his broad shoulders and you're sat on your bed. patrick moves. and there's the friend. art, patrick said his name is. he has a backwards hat on and blond curls poking out from the brim. pretty eyes and a shy, lopsided smile. his voice carries a little more trepidation when he introduces himself to you, but he still has confidence. you get a lot of it when you're near patrick.

and art is more sexually experienced than he lets on to patrick, even though they're best friends. he doesn't like to kiss and tell. he doesn't love the concept of one-night stands--even though he's had a few.

art sits next to you on your bed. his mouth is dry and he's at a loss for words. patrick told him you were pretty. even showed him a picture of you. but god, you're even better in person. just sitting with your palms on the tops of your thighs, a blush upon your cheeks. staring at him, expectantly. patrick sits across the room, his legs spread proudly. he lights a cigarette, even though you tell him not to; the RA will smell it.

he does it anyway.

patrick tells art to go slowly. he wants his girl to feel good. you feel tingles in your tummy, a coil of pleasure building at him calling you that. art likes to share. he strokes your hair. it's gentle and sweet and you hum tilting your head closer to his. you close your eyes for just a second and when they reopen, art's lips are hovering by your own until he kisses you and snakes his hand down your back to hold you to him. it feels more slow with art, but in a good way. like he likes the tension, likes to wait; it makes it better in the end. to snap that rubber band. he opens his mouth to push his tongue into yours. it's wet and almost lazy, but art's hands push into your pajama shorts, kneading the fat of your ass in his hands. you moan, pulling his hat off so you can feel his hair in your hands, grasp on it, pull him into you.

it's then that art gets hungrier, and patrick moves nearer.

"easy now." patrick says. you feel art smile against your lips.

"right." art replies. "sorry, coach."

art lays you down, nice and slow. pulls your panties down with his teeth and patrick inhales quickly, intrigued.

your instinct is to keep your legs close together, but art pulls them apart. asks to see you.

"she's pretty isn't she." patrick doesn't phrase it like a question.

and art says a busy, mmhmm, because his lips are on your thighs and his fingers are rolling your clit. he moves to pull himself out of his shorts. you and patrick both watch intently. how his abs contract, how his shorts pool at his ankles and his cock is erect against his stomach.

you're soaked and you want to make them both proud, but mostly patrick. you want to prove that you can take it, that you're ready for him. you also want to make him jealous.

art pushes into you slowly. all three of you hold your breath until his pelvis is flush against you. you rake your fingernails down art's chest, over his pert nipples, down to where he is connected to you. he's idle and you can see his heart beating, the blood pumping through the visible veins in his arms.

patrick waits for a next move, and you pull art in by the hair at the nape of his neck. you whisper to him; it's tinged with a moan.

"i want you," you gasp. "to fuck me hard."

art whines against your neck. he peers at you, and then at patrick, who is fine with sharing--but only if he holds the reigns.

so art pulls your legs up over his shoulders, tilting your pelvis up a tad. he starts at a respectable pace; you're already finding it hard to be quiet. just gasping for air because you've never been fucked and you've never been so full or desired. and art speeds up his thrusts. it feels like he's punctuating each one when he's all the way in. pushing that extra bit to make your body jolt. to hit that spot inside you that makes you whine his name. patrick's jaw ticks because he thought he was fine with sharing. and he thought he told art to fuck you slowly--but here he is pounding into you with your jaw squished in his hand as you beg and plead and that should be him. this wasn't the deal. patrick pulls himself out of his jeans.

[gren-writes-stuff]

``Domesticated Greninja headcanons★

Tags/Warnings: a little fluffy, goofy ahh, domesticated Greninja, strong bond, cat-like behavior.

Fandom: Pokémon.

Character(s): Greninja/Gekkouga.

Word count: 1,706 words.

Mod Gren's note: What would be the fitting fanfic that l post when l come back? Hm.. certainly not a Greninja-related one. Totally not. /Sarc (l just wanted to post something about Greninja, it's been a while.)

•They sleep around like cats. No, really, they would absolutely sleep on their backs and give you a heart attack unintentionally. They're quite flexible!

•Nom. They have the tendency to bite your hands as a sign of affection, because they don't have teeth (or any visible ones for that manner), they know they can't hurt you by doing this, but they would still be gentle though.

•Very hyperactive. It's recommended that you take them to battles often and perhaps participate in their training sessions sometimes. A Greninja does not have to be kept indoors all the time, though l imagine that isn't highly recommended anyway.

•They love it when you pet their tongue scarf!! They'll start to make purr-like noises if they're happy, though they sound more like faint croaking.

•The one who swallows every food they're given whole, no time to chew or anything. Just swallow them whole with almost no issues.

•Squishy and smooth frog skin, very comfortable to hug. Highly recommended.

•Not only are they short, but they're also quite light meaning you can pick them up and carry them like they're your child.

•They can be very vocal despite being the Ninja Pokémon, they're only ever vocal in private and can be loud if they ever get upset. Although, they won't show those types of emotions in public.

•While they do keep a calm and composed demeanor in battles and in public, they would drop that kind of demeanor in private with their trainer sometimes, even if it's subtle.

•Because they're usually calm and composed, they are also very patient with others and quite chill outside of battles.

•Playful little creatures. They love playing around with their trainers, particularly with smaller and younger Pokémon.

•They're devoted and loyal to their trainers, they may even risk their own lives to protect them. Their devotion will be especially strong if raised from a Froakie.

•They can be unpredictable. It's recommended to not raise your hopes too high nor should you try and predict them on your own, as you never quite know on what they're thinking.

[suzyandthefox]

hey hey hello hi I got into S/lay the P/rincess a few months ago and I don't have anyone to talk about it much with, I am SO down to hear your nom headcanons if you have any

my favorite princesses are the Beast and the Den (for obvious reasons lmao) as well as The Moment of Clarity, and the Apotheosis, so if you have any headcanons for any of them, I'd love to hear them. and/or just your favorite princess(es)! go wild, as few or as many as you'd like to share, no pressure either way

I'd also like to hear if you have any headcanons for TLQ, whether as pred or prey, beeg form or smol. lobve the lil birb man. I like to think he'd be a switch :>

(sorry if this is a lot lmao. love your work!)

Thank you so much!!

Fellow S/lay The P/rincess fan, I'm glad we can share the brainrot together, I was working on my fan princess at some point (will drop the art underneath a break)

For this Ask I'm going to explore ALL the vessels and tell you which ones can eat other than the beast and which ones can be eaten.

Of course: Major warnings for spoilers

TLQ: My beloved,my lovely baby bird, He is what I call a True Switch, which is when someone fits perfectly both as pred and as prey, he is built like that.

Base Princess: She changes depends on your perception to her, but generally, she is just a normal woman. She can't vore.

Adversary/Eye of the Needle: Big strong muscle lady, shaped like an Oni (which I'm like 100% sure was the intention) and In a lot of mythos,Oni swallow their enemies whole. However, she would like a fair, engaging fight and swallowing you whole mid-fight wouldn't be very fair or fun.

I say, given the right circumstances, Adversary/Eye of the Needle can vore!

Maybe she would like to incapacitate you, or give you somewhere to rest momentarily before continuing the fight, or see if you can tear her apart from the inside out.

The Fury: Hates you and Hates you and Hates you and Hates you and Hates you and_ can't vore solely because swallowing you whole would be too merciful and she wants to shred you into a million pieces.

Tower/Apotheosis: All I wanna do, is see you turn into, A GIANT WOMAN, A GIANT WOMA_

Extremely beeg lady, she makes sure to ham into your head how insignificant and tiny you are, displaying her dominance over you, and of course, what better way to display dominance than to literally make you a part of herself?

She can make herself your gilded cage, your home, not only would she take her very sweet time enjoying your taste, teasing you and telling you how much of a delectable little morsel you are, but she would keep teasing you even after you reached her stomach.

She would tell you things like how this was all meant to happen and that your only choice is to wait for your fate like the meal you are, etc.

Not only can The Tower/The Apotheosis vore, she's very much a cruel bastard Pred.

The Witch: "I probably won't bite" (It's a fucking lie)

Little meow meow >:3, She would be in for the chase and the biting, but can't actually vore, she will 1000000% bite you though, and make it hurt.

The Thorn: MY WIFE MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE MY SWEETIE PIE_ The Thorn is one of the princesses that's lets herself be vulnerable to you, this route is all about trust and allowing yourself to be weak to the other.

And well, is there's any bigger sign of trust than safe vore?

After freeing her from the thorns, She would be weak, tired, in pain from all the thorns that hurt her and wrapped her.

If she was smaller, imagine if we could put her somewhere comfortable and warm, ease her pains.

"We must keep her as close to us as possible, away from this harsh,cold world that will hurt her fragile body" Smitten says as you look at her,she actually became smaller...

You do, indeed, want to keep her as close as possible, underneath your heart, within yourself, hidden safely in your depths.

You confess to her about your intentions, promising to her that you will protect her with your life... She hesitates, but agrees, you didn't hurt her before, why would you now?

Almost as natural as breathing itself, you tuck her in, your innards gently yet eagerly receives your lover, knowing who she is and what they have to do.

Smitten is absolutely Thrilled to have the princess inside the body, it's literal extreme cuddling after all, and being able to feel her movements within? Every delicate touch to your flesh? Knowing that she trusts you with her life? He literally can't be happier.

Hero still thinks it's inhumane and strange to swallow another living being whole like this, even if he knows the body is safe for the princess he is still squeamish about all of this.

Oops I wrote a whole mini fic, Can you tell she's my favourite? (I'm boring Ik but this route is genuinely the sweetest thing ever)

The Wild: A web of nerves lain upon a web of nerves lain upon a web of nerves_ Technically can't vore because you're already a part of her and she's a part of you.

The Wounded Wild: You seperated yourself from her, but your heart yearns, you feel that a part of you is missing, an emptiness inside you twists and turns like a hungry void, would you make yourselves one again? Even by force?

The Beast/The Den: Canon vore, enough said.

The Damsel: She's very demure,very cutesy, she would do anything you ask her to do, even if you eat her alive, she won't fight against you, "I just want to make you happy!"

As with the thorn, Smitten would be thrilled, but Hero would find more than one wrong thing with this.

The Grey/The Spectre/The Nightmare/The Wraith: These are all Ghosts, I don't see much vore potential here, outside of Spectre possessing you.

The Prisoner : Least vore potential tbh, 0% , can't see it happening.

The Stranger: "Who are you calling weird? Just kidding, we know we're weird. And so are you." Would make for an interesting pred with an interesting anatomy if she was a pred.

The Razor: Stabs

The Shifting Mound: There's an ending where she makes you a part of her, I guess that counts as vore.

And here's my own fan Princess: The Mouse!

Anyway I hope you enjoyed this! Thanks for asking!

[nqctar]

ohhhh my god cg!seunghan telling you that you're so cute he could just eat you up so you start to giggle and squirm away from him like "hani noooo please don't eat me!!! m'not even cute >:(" but he starts pretending to take big bites out of you and making nom nom nom noises anyway because you ARE cute and he won't hear otherwise <3

AWW THIS IS SO CUTE!!

im so soft for cg!seunghan he really would find his baby sooo adorable you'd tell him you aren't cute! but he'd keep making nom noises until you agreed with him <3

"i'm not gonna stop nomming you until you admit it, baby!!" and by the time you admitted it your sides hurt so much from laughing you could barely get a word out. & seunghan would be sitting there with an accomplished look on his face. "see, even you agree!"

hani is such a cute name for him while you're little. i literally want to write an entire imagine based on this now.

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #203

I did a lot of scattered things today.

First, though, there was therapy. And on the way to there, I managed to snag a few really nice pictures of a tree for ya:

I talked a lot about you today, especially as related to how your story will influence how people in my world see and interact with abuse survivors. Thankfully, my therapist understands the implications and why I feel so strongly about what happens to you; it's going to affect actual human lives in my world. If you are slaughtered like a rabid animal, I have to wonder how many people who relate to you will fall into hopelessness and despair, thinking like they can't change their circumstances.

My world absolutely does not like people like us. They would say that we are better off never having been born. They would say that our lives are tainted and have no value. I live in a world where people say, "hey, you should totally ask for help from the people around you if you need it!" but in the same breath, they'll call you inconsiderate for "trauma dumping" if you do. They say, "you should totally open up! just be yourself, it's fine!", but then their sanctimonious platitudes quickly dry up when they realize that we don't have happy answers to the standard social questions, and all of a sudden, you're either "oversharing" or "evasive". There's no winning for folks like us in social situations, typically.

…Apparently, the only solution for it is radical acceptance of the loneliness and isolation, because people have their own traumas in response to the unreasonable expectations that society as a whole places upon us, and it doesn't look like any of that is gonna change anytime soon, because, again, as mentioned in my last letter to you, people in my world, for whatever reason, dislike talking about solvable problems. It makes them uncomfortable, so the brainstorming required to build a better world never gets done, and so more people get hurt, and so on and so forth.

It's a vicious cycle. And I'm not smart enough to know how to break it on a mass scale. And even if I was smart enough to know, my voice doesn't belong to a body or a set of life circumstances that are considered valuable, so it's not as though anyone would listen to anything that comes out of my mouth or out of my fingertips anyway.

…What can ya do, ya know? So I just weave my stupid little trees. Make my stupid little music boxes. Make my stupid little acapellas. Doodle my stupid little pictures. Cook my stupid little noms. Write my stupid little letters. Help as many folks as I can in the meantime with my stupid little bits of advice. Pretend like everything's not on fire, just like everyfuckingbody else, because doing otherwise is apparently "rude" and "cringe" or whatever else.

So that's what I did today. I worked on planning a stupid little music box to sing to. Why not.

There's a fancy one called a Muro Box. It's got some 40 notes, and it is a mechanical music box that sounds beautiful. But instead of using music box paper, it uses midi files to strike the tines. My music box paper has only 30 notes, and using the paper comes with technical limitations as to how quickly notes can play; this one has no such limitations, it seems. So I decided to play with it, using midi files I already made. There's a phone app you can use and it makes the music box play. Here's how it goes:

If you like, I can set my midi file to play on it; I have the app on my phone, so it won't take but a minute - just lemme know. It's the midi file that I made of "In the Earthen Womb" from Illusion of Gaia, which I then adapted to play on a 30-note box; as it turns out, it doesn't need to be adapted on a 40-note box, and so this one sounds a little better. I want one of these, but it's not in production for real yet. But you can bet your bottom that I'm gonna get it once it comes out. Making music boxes will be so much easier as a result.

In the meantime, I'll be content with my 30-note one. I've mostly finished planning the basic structure of a new tune. I'm hoping to tweak the results for accuracy in the coming days. And then, rather than punch out music box paper, I might simply arrange pre-recorded notes from my music box, with the help of Audacity, to get around the technical limitations of using paper. We'll see how it goes.

Oh right. On the way home from therapy, I ended up needing to stop at the bakery. I was marked as absent, which is strange, given the fact that I was taken off the schedule for Tuesdays, going forward. The manager of my department was absent - he is on vacation. So instead I had to go to the manager of the whole store to get it corrected. And it did indeed get corrected, and that was very good.

I decided, for my trouble, that the thing to do is get hotdogs. LOTS of them. For science:

I wanted to see which one was best. So I got all of them, and I put cheese, onions, ketchup, and mustard on them:

I decided that the best one was the knockwurst. But the White Eagle hotdogs were probably a very close second. I liked the bratwurst least, I think. And this was all I ate today, because I probably ate too much in one sitting, and my guts still feel kinda weird from it, even though this took place like 9 hours ago. Oh well.

I wonder if you've ever done stuff like this. Like, comparing similar food items to see which one you like best. Or accidentally eating too much in one sitting and feeling weird for the rest of the day as a result. I wonder what some of the more ordinary memories you carry are like.

Well. I'm gonna finish up today's letter, methinks. It's getting late, and I gotta wake up early-ish tomorrow. So I had better shower and get to bed.

Please stay safe out there, okay? So that someday you can find your way to a nice shower and a comfy bed, too. I love you. And I'll write again soon.

Your friend, Lumine

[safety-writes-noms]

It's October, so how about big vampire? Little one is safe ofc, maybe it'd be cold in there tho...

ooh vampires? I love vampires theyre so cool. Maybe Miguel since he’s already got the teeth for it anyway.

THIS IS NOT NSFW AT ALL!!! KINK BLOGS AND NSFW BLOGS DNI

I feel like he’d hate himself for becoming a vampire and then turn to becoming Spider-Man/saving the city as a sort of atonement for becoming a “monster”. And then he creates the society and realizes “oh damn, no one is like me theyre still human” so he just decides not to really talk about his vampiric traits since he never really talks to anyone anyways (except maybe Peter or Jess)

he hides it well enough, resorting to blood bags for sustenance or maybe even just going out hunting at night to quickly satisfy his thirst with a to-be villain, careful not to take too much.

slowly over time he grows more attached to the people who regularly interact with him or bother him (he doesn’t actually mind too much anymore). The problem is that his vampire instincts have also gotten attached to these humans. He doesn’t realize it until he feels that urge, deep in his gut, that whisper of ‘they could always be safer’ and the empty feeling in his stomach all the more prominent.

it terrifies him at first. He’s like ‘I already have to drink blood to sustain myself and now I want to eat the people who are closest to me? Wtaf?’ And then begins to distance himself in an attempt to prevent some sort of situation where he loses control and noms someone. he just gets more and more irritated and upset bc he wants to be near Peter and Jess and the spiderlings but he’s also scared he’s going to snap and his instincts are slowly getting increasingly worse as time goes by without him caring for them —

and then that leads up to him nomming someone. Maybe he’s gotten a code red alert on his watch, sees that’s it’s a spiderling and his instincts just immediately take over bc one of his precious kids are hurt?? All of his earlier reservations staying away have vanished completely. All he knows now is that he has to get in there, get his kid/kids out of that dangerous situation.

(I like to imagine that miguek can shift his size, like from his normal huge 6'9 height to even bigger. idk chalk it up to funky vampire magic 🙂)

so now there's a huge territorial and protective vampire dropping down out of nowhere. imagine being an anomaly and being so sure that you're going to win this fight and escape and then a giant monster-man hellbent on protecting his kids depends from the sky. what are you even supposed to do at that point? pull out the white flags ig.

either way, Miguel finally manages to satisfy his instincts and gulps down one of the kids. I feel like there's great opportunities for angst too, whether that be Miguel not being able to explain that they're safe and won't be hurt bc of how deep he's into his instincts, that basic sort of trope.

but for at least that moment he can relax, slink back to his office and curl up somewhere his vampire instincts deem safe enough and settle down to metaphorically lick his wounds, happy with the prospect of his belly finally full and his chest warm. he'll probably freak out when he snaps out of it tho

[avee-wavee]

Reasons why you should stay alive

1. We would miss you. 2. It's not worth the regret. Either by yourself if you failed or just simply left scars, or the regret everyone else feels by not doing enough to help you. 3. It does get better. Believe it or not it will eventually get better. Sometimes you have to go through the storm to get to the rainbow. 4. There's so much you would miss out on doing. 5. There is always a reason to live. It might not be clear right now, but it is always there. 6. So many people care, and it would hurt them if you hurt yourself. 7. You ARE worth it. Don't let anyone, especially yourself, tell you otherwise. 8. You are amazing. 9. A time will come, once you've battled the toughest times of your life and are in ease once again, where you will be so glad that you decided to keep on living. You will emerge stronger from this all, and won't regret your choice to carry on with life. Because things always get better. 10. What about all the things you've always wanted to do? What about the things you've planned, but never got around to doing? You can't do them when you're dead. 11. I love you. Even if only one person loves you, that's still a reason to stay alive. 12. You won't be able to listen to music if you die. 13. Killing yourself is never worth it. You'll hurt both yourself and all the people you care about. 14. There are so many people that would miss you, including me. 15. You're preventing a future generation, YOUR KIDS, from even being born. 16. How do you think your family would feel? Would it improve their lives if you died? 17. You're gorgeous, amazing, and to someone you are perfect. 18. Think about your favourite music artist, you'll never hear their voice again... 19. You'll never have the feeling of walking into a warm building on a cold day 20. Listening to incredibly loud music 21. Being alive is just really good. 22. Not being alive is really bad. 23. Finding your soulmate. 24. Red pandas 25. Going to diners at three in the morning. 26. Really soft pillows. 27. Eating pizza in New York City. 28. Proving people wrong with your success. 29. Watching the jerks that doubted you fail at life. 30. Seeing someone trip over a garbage can. 31. Being able to help other people. 32. Bonfires. 33. Sitting on rooftops. 34. Seeing every single country in the world. 35. Going on roadtrips. 36. You might win the lottery someday. 37. Listening to music on a record player. 38. Going to the top of the Eiffel Tower. 39. Taking really cool pictures. 40. Literally meeting thousands of new people. 41. Hearing crazy stories. 42. Telling crazy stories. 43. Eating ice cream on a hot day. 44. More Harry Potter books could come out, you never know. 45. Travelling to another planet someday. 46. Having an underwater house. 47. Randomly running into your hero on the street. 48. Having your own room at a fancy hotel. 49. Trampolines. 50. Think about your favourite movie, you'll never watch it again. 51. Think about the feeling of laughing out loud in a public place because your best friend has just sent you an inside joke, 52. Your survival will make the world better, even if it's for just one person or 20 or 100 or more. 53. People do care. 54. Treehouses 55. Hanging out with your soul mate in a treehouse 55. Snorting when you laugh and not caring who sees 56. I don't even know you and I love you. 57. I don't even know you and I care about you. 58. Because nobody is going to be like you ever, so embrace your uniqueness! 59. You won't be here to experience the first cat world emperor. 60. WHAT ABOUT FOOD?! YOU'LL MISS CHOCOLATE AND ALL THE OTHER NOM THINGS! 61. Starbucks. 62. Hugs. 63. Stargazing. 64. You have a purpose, and it's up to you to find out what it is. 65. You've changed somebody's life. 66. Now you could change the world. 67. You will meet the person that's perfect for you. 68. No matter how much or how little, you have your life ahead of you. 69. You have the chance to save somebody's life.

[homosexual-radio-host]

Sander sides on you coming out as trans (ftm)

Logan

You have something to tell me? it's important? ok what is it?

he actually puts his book down for you

Oh you're trans? Thank you for telling me I am aware that that is a hard thing to do, what would you prefer me to call you?

Suitable name, pronouns noted, thank you for trusting me

Will slam transphobes with logical reasoning about how they are idiots

Will also slam transphobes with whatever he happens to be holding

He does occasionally lose his temper as we've seen

(Name) Have you taken off that binder at all recently? No? Well that won't do, completely unsafe, You know that can actually negatively affect potential at top surgery...

Patton

Hiya kiddo! of course I got time to talk:D

You're trans? Oh wow that's great thanks for telling me kiddo! What are your pronouns?

Oh well that's a swell name kiddo (Immidiately gives you a cute little nickname based on it)

Would be the type of guy to get you stuff with the trans flag on it

"Here kiddo this sweaters got trans colors :D"

The type to passive aggresively correct people

"Where's (name)?" "She's over there" Envoke blank stare and "I don't see any she's... Oh but there's (Name) great i'll go see HIM"

Roman

You're trans? Why wonderful, Now there are two handsome princes!

He/him, got it, any new title? Ah a wonderful name prince (name)!

Will stab ppl who misgender you intentionally with his sword

Takes you shopping

Judges your fashion sense

Virgil

What is it? Oh ok, cool, so he/him then? and (name) sick

He only lets you borrow his hoodie, with anyone else it's on sight

Also a passive aggresive corrector

But if it's repetitive and obviously intentional he might hiss

"Holy shit it's he/him even im not that fucking stupid" (To the dismay of Patton at that slight self deprication

Teaches you to do eyeliner

You two would go insane to Mama by mcr (Emo trans anthem)

Janus

Hello (Dramatic drawl) "He/him and (name)? Ok"

Idk how to write this because he's a liar but I feel like he would want to be genuine abt this at least

Don't want his lying to make him seem transphobic

Obviously I don't care (name)

Would go OFF on transphobes, he is the drama he would literally scare them with just his words

Oh yea cause it's SO hard to remember one thing

Take off the binder. Yea no use lying I AM lies, take it off

Quietly supportive

Remus

Yea I know you're trans I read your diary, Now as I was saying can I eat your deaodorant? Oh who am I kidding I'm going to anyways

If someone is transphobic he would probably just hurt them, physically, maybe eat them idk

Om nom bitch

He would offer his clothes but you wouldn't want them for a multitude of reasons

Gross, stinky

Also don't trust him to shop for you he would get you the ugliest things ever on purpose

"So she" "He" "Right so anyways she" *kills them*

At least he gave em one chance

[waltwhitmansbeard]

sneakily drops a box of muffins and maple ginger cookie in your ask box

Good morning :D

Whenever you have the chance, may I ask Spring Prompts - 31. helping each other out, and to make it different, anyone from C2?

Thank you <3

31. helping each other out NOM NOM. idk if you'd exactly call this "helping each other out" but eh whatever.

Honestly, Caduceus is so lucky to have a friend like Jester. After the Nein Heroez limped into Nicodranas for some repairs (a hurricane followed by an encounter with a pod of merrows made for quite the one-two punch for the poor ship), Jester had decided she didn't want to wait around for the job to be done and instead spent several days pestering Caleb via Sending to teleport her and Fjord to the Blooming Grove for a visit with their favorite firbolg family. Three nights of near-constant telepathic songs about cupcakes later, and here they are, Jester and Fjord, ready to bring joy and baked goods to the Clay family.

The first thing Jester notices, of course, is how plain their little house is. Most of the damage that had been done during the confrontation with Trent Ikithon has been fixed, but no artistry was put into it. It's just plain stone and wood—and that can't do.

"Caduceus?" Jester asks in her most sweetest voice as she forces pastries from Nicodranas into Clarabelle's hands. "Do you know what I was thinking?"

"Rarely if ever," comes the dry reply. Caduceus is bent low over the stovetop, boiling water for tea.

"I was thinking that maybe it would be nice to have some color."

"But you're already so colorful, Jester," Clarabelle remarks. She pops the croissant into her mouth, and Jester grins as her eyes narrow in happiness.

"Not for me! For you! For the Blooming Grove!" She bounces over to Caduceus. "Listen. I brought all my paints with me. Fjord said I didn't have to but what does he know?" She glances out the window to see Fjord chatting with Colton about something boring, probably. "I'm thinking...a big mural, with lots of flowers and butterflies and oh! Maybe some bees? Something really pretty for all your dead people to look at!"

Caduceus sighs, and she's not sure if it's the usual sigh ("I don't know, Jester...") or her favorite sigh (the sigh of giving in, perfected by Fjord). "Well, y'know, Jester, the Blooming Grove, it's kind of...a sacred place..."

"And what is more sacred than art?" She flaps a hand in Clarabelle's direction. "Clara, tell him I'm right."

Her eyes go wide. "I...uh...I mean..."

"Okay okay okay, not a mural then. Maybe...I paint the front door? Something really pretty and welcoming."

He sighs again, and there it is! Her favorite sigh. "Just...make sure it's okay with my mom first?"

"Of course, of course!" She throws her arms around him, happy to note he's not a rail-thin as he once was, but still nearly knocks him off of his feet. "You won't regret it, I promise!"

It takes little time to convince Constance to let her paint the door. She mostly just gives Jester that indulgent smile she's come to rely upon and sends her on her way. So Jester stands before the door, her paints spread around on the little front porch, her tongue between her teeth as she surveys her canvas. The door needs to be bright, it needs to be inviting, and it needs to tell all of the spirits here in the Blooming Grove that they picked the right place to spend the rest of eternity. It also needs to pay homage to the Traveler, because even though Caduceus serves the Wildmother, it cannot hurt to have an extra set of eyes watching over this place.

And so she gets to work. It takes her all afternoon, stretching and stooping and swirling her paints around, transforming what was once a plain wooden door into an explosion of color and life. Clarabelle comes out to watch, still munching on some pastries, and at one point Fjord moseys over to remind Jester that this isn't their house, which, duh, that's why it was so dull before! The sun is making its way down into the tops of the surrounding Savalirwood by the time she's finished. She steps back to admire her handiwork, paint-stained hands proudly on her hips, before covering the doorway with the tarp she'd been using as a dropcloth. "Oh Clays! C'mere!"

One by one, the Clays and Fjord gather, the latter clearly nervous about whatever she was going to reveal. Jester claps her hands together. "My beloved Clay family, I would like to present to you a Jester Lavorre original: your front door!"

She whips the dropcloth away to reveal her grand creation. The door is no longer a door, but rather a slice of the Blooming Grove itself. From the bottom, all manner of wildflowers of yellow and blue and red and pink lick up from whispers of green grass, overgrown and buzzing with the tiniest crawling things. A few crooked headstones just peek over the tops of the petals, and between them, framed by the towering trunks of the Savalirwood, is a family in silhouette, five figures with floppy ears holding hands, draping arms around each other's shoulders. Jester employed some of her magical paints to create small butterflies that really flit around their heads, and a few birds dancing between the branches of the trees over head. The sun is setting between them, just as it is now, in real life, and it casts a warm glow over the entire scene.

Jester watches the Clays intently, anxious for their reaction. For a long minute, they just stare in silence. Then Caduceus slowly walks up and presses a kiss to the top of her head. "It's wonderful, Jester. A real masterpiece."

She beams. "Thank you, Caduceus!" She tackles him into another hug, and he laughs, patting her back. "And look!" She releases him and rushes to the door, pointing down to the flowers in one corner. "See?"

Caduceus peers down, and a bemused smile appears on his face when he spots it: the petals of one flower perfectly overlay with those of another to form the shape of a dick.

"The Traveler is with you!" Jester whispers.

"You're with me, Jester," he drawls. "That's what really matters."

The rest of the Clays come to congratulate and thank her for her artistic contribution to their home, and yeah, Jester thinks as Constance hugs her tight, Caduceus is so lucky to have such an amazing friend like her.

[starlightshadowsworld]

Bendy and the dark revival part 5

Thonks

The keepers have taken my friend! Locked him away like some animal! Just because he's big and strong.

But they don't need go after him! No! If they just make sure to feed him in time, Big Steve won't ever hurt a fly!

He loves the food from "the little Devil lounge" best.

If only someone one take the long road back through the sewers, climb up the elevator shaft and seek out his favourite thumping delicacy.

Then they would see how harmless he really is!

... I have... So many questions.

Big Steve?

Also this just feels like a trap.

.

Looks at giant ink monster

... I'm guessing this is Big Steve.

.

Jeez no wonder Bendy didn't wanna come here, the keepers have been torturing him.

Poor lil guy.

... Least I think so, can't quite hear the keepers logs.

Doesn't help that they sound like a glitchier version of Daleks and there's no subtitles. And my ears don't work too good.

.

One food run later, Big Steve happily noms.

.

That's where the ghosts live. Just beyond that door.

The keepers prison.

The Pit.

No one ever comes out, at least not the same.

Thanks, Heidi? For that creepy exposition. So your a lost one like Port.

Wonder if that's where the ink machine is?

But! I could open the door for you. I do know how! I really do!

I sense a catch here.

But first, may we play a game.

There it is.

Hide and seek in a creepy parallel ink world, fun.

.

Found ya.

Doors open and, she gave us a new ability.

Cool.

Looks at mark getting mad cos it would've saved him so much time earlier.

Or not.

.

Decontamination activated

..

How.. How are decontaminising ink? And for what??

.

Excuse me?

Hmm who would be in this world that kinda looks like a ghost like Joey did and is drawing in a prison

... Henry?

You must be really lost to be asking me for help.

It is Henry!

Why would you be a threat to them?

I'm what they call a Cyclebreaker. Once upon a time I knew how to start althe cycle over. And when that happens everything begins again.

Yup you've done that, many times.

Obviously Wilson and the keepers don't want that to happen.

Heh Wilson and the keepers, sounds like a band.

It turns out the Ink demon himself is the key. This world is his, but even he must obey it's rules.

For now at least.

If you can get him to look at something very specific, it will reset everything.

It's a real of film. Labeled, the end.

Ohhh in the first game, that's what he looked at before he turned into beast Bendy... And than it was over.

Makes sense if its the way to break the cycle if that's how Henry's been doing it for over 400 times.

They keep it upstairs in the Pit.

That's convenient.

I just wanna go home.

So did I.

Yeah that sympathy for Joey is fading... Guilty of not you still damned your best friend to his own personal inky hell.

Of your creation.

.

Annnd giant Betram Piedmont head statue is just... Here.

Oh shit is everyone from the last game minus Alison Angel and Sci Boris here?

Because they can't really die because of the ink and I'm betting Wilson would've locked em up.

Cos he's the worst.

... 👀Could Boris be here???

I mean, Heidi did say this is where the ghosts are.

... And Henry's spy glass thing is in contraband.

.

Are you worthy to walk with angels

Jee wonder who wrote that?

And there's someone playing I think that's a banjo??

Sammy!

Sat right in his werid inky summoning circle with his candles and mask on the ground.

Subject 418.

Missed you bud.

.

There's always hope

By a desk, I'm guessing that's Henry's.

And it showed up on the door Joey was standing next to.

.

Idk if its me but the Keepers are giving Projectionist vibes.

.

And from the hollowed darkness, from the wretched abyss a saviour comes at last.

Oh fuck off Wilson.

And we're laying unconscious in a lift with him. As he watches us.

... Why..

Rest yourself, Audery.

I'll be honest, inky and glowing he looks bout the same.

And no, how can anyone rest with you there?!

Your still weak.

I can still kick you where it hurts.

The keepers can be relentless to strangers. But there's nothing to fear, as long as I'm with you.

Your safe now.

... How is you get more creepier by the second..?

Does Joey's ghost know that your with his daughter?

Don't think he'd be happy with it.

You bought me here, you turned me into this... This thing!

This doesn't make sense! I've never done anything to you!

You haven't, but your gonna wanna..

Open your eyes and look around you!

Ah yes, ink, paper just like the last time I looked.

None of this makes sense.

The one thing I agree with you on... That felt icky to say.

Also get back bub!

Drawn walls. Nightmarish creatures.

Drawn walls does, that's pretty normal tbh. Nightmarish creatures, yeah makes sense.

An ancient studio that died out almost 30 years ago.

No that makes sense as well.

It's all fiction.

Careful, he's becoming self aware.

Reality guided by its masters pen.

Noo it was the ink machine.

The franchise isn't Bendy and the masters pen.

What do u want from me?

I need your help, to save my father's life.

Nope.

Nope not helping. Your father's probably worse than you.

And why is your father here?

What is with all the dad's here???

Also how dare you think you can do all this, do this to me and than demand I owe you anything?!

I said it before, and I'll say it again.

Fuck you Wilson!

And chapter 5 the dark revival begins.

This place isn't as safe as it once was.

Because your here.

.

Walks past keeper choking out a lost one

... OooKay than.

.

The demons evil continues to spread.

Than maybe stop getting around.

The world has begun to shutter

Because of you not allowing the cycle to go on.

He's lying Audery!

Hey Bendy, no yeah I believe you over him.

Be quiet!

Damn Audery.

What did you say?

It was nothing

Ohh so Bendy's talking, telepathically?

Probably for the best, Wilson would go nuts if he knew.

.

Oh and he's just shut us in here... Of course.

And there's a gun.

Hehe.

.

Jeez we're in everyone praises Wilson land with his Relax poster everywhere.

Creepy.

.

Welcome to the civilised world.

If civilised means people wanna line up and kiss your ass... I'd rather be a savage.

How do you like my signal towers?

How do you like my right hook?

They nullify the ink demons powers so he cannot pass them.

So no bendy zone.

How long did it take to come up with this?

... How long have we been here?

I wish I could say I invented them, but it seems our friends at the Gent Corporation had a demon problem of their own, long ago.

... Hmmm...a demon like Bendy?

Who's this lady?

Now my dear if you'll excuse me. I have a lot to prepare. We'll talk later, I promise.

Take all the time you need.

..

Also is that a portrait of yourself behind you with you holding a sword to a cowering picture of Bendy?

The ego on you... Also again, how long have we been here that you hag that painted.

I'm assuming painted cos that never happened for a photo to be taken.

Besides you must be very tired.

Tired of your bullshit.

A quick rest will do you good. Betty will show you too your room.

So this creepy maid looking genderbent eyeless Jack Lady is called Betty?

She's my housekeeper.

I'd have goouged my eyes out too if I was your house keeper, poor lady.

Among other things.

... To reiterate, poor Betty.

You never actually killer the ink demon, did you?

Call him out Audery.

No. He's too powerful to destroy.

Imagining Bendy just sat smirking like 😏 yup im too powerful.

So we sealed him away, trapped him in a different form.

One that was smaller, harmless.

... You made baby Bendy...

It was a fitting prison.

Grrrr

Although he seems to have found a way to free himself.

Because your pathetic and he's too powerful. Also no we will not be dealing with that

There's some nice fresh blankets all laid out for you. You'll be dreaming in no time.

Betty... Betty, tap twice if your being held against your will.

Wait Wilson. One more thing, if you needed my help, why didn't you just ask?

Would you have believed me?

... Yeah.

Yeah if you mentioned it after we got sent here and clearly you don't care if we did or not.

Wouldn't have believed me, like your speech earlier was any better.

Smh.

Come along! And no more dawdling this way now.

Through... The same door as Wilson... Oh boy.

Ah you're here at last, it's so exciting having you with us!

... Soo exciting...

Now, to give you some bearings, we're currently in the south wing. Wilsons laboratory is downstairs.

A wing? How fancy is this place? What is this a palace?... More like a tower where the princess is locked up.

So the ink demon is why the north wing is locked up and if I go there I'll be ripped to shreds if I don't go with Wilson.

Good to know.

It's not very often I have guests to look after. Almost everyone here either can't speak or they're completly mad.

... And what Betty, makes you different?

Finest bedroom here you should see where I sleep, ew.

Wilson got you in some nasty servants quarters? Fuck him you get this room when I bust out.

... I don't trust that "sleeping draft"...

Is it always night here?

It's always dark if that's what you mean.For as long as I can remember.

Are you... Very old.

Audery! You cant just ask that.

No, as far as I understand, I'm something quite new. Although, I didn't turn out the way I was supposed to.

So she came from the ink machine?

One in a long line of failed experiments.

Ohh she's one of Wilsons experiments.

But Wilson will keep trying.

And do you trust Wilson.

This is the realm of the ink demon his shadow hangs over us all I don't trust anyone.

Smart lady.

But Wilson takes care of me.

You poor thing.

Keeps me safe, he once said I remind him of something he called his mother.

Hes trying to save his father and his mother has preseumbly passed on and he's trying to recreate her?

Tell me is that a good thing. Where you too are from.

I'm not sure.

... Same...

I mean you remind him of his mother so much so he preseumbly gave you her name.

And he makes you sleep in what seems like nasty servants quarters, and keeps you around as your house keeper.

.... Doesn't paint a good picture...

And he'll keep trying until she's, what? Till he's perfectly recreated her?

And if that's his mother, what about his father?

.

I erm think we'll give the sleeping draft a miss... Don't take it Audery... Don't!

.

[happyforevertv]

A Stranger Comes Over

*Happy Inkwell is playing with a snake on the side of the road.*

Tyler Dream: Happy, that's dangerous!

*Tyler runs over to Happy.*

Happy Inkwell, *looks confused*: But dad, it's not big enough to eat me.

Tyler Dream: But it can have poison in its fangs.

*Happy Inkwell picks up the snake.*

*Suddenly a stranger walks by and throws the snake away.*

The stranger: Don't play with living snakes, boi.

Happy Inkwell, *stares in baby*: Why?

Tyler Dream: Snakes have poison, or actually venom, in their fangs. And if they bite you, you can go to sleep forever.

Happy Inkwell: But it was small. How would it have enough venom to hurt me?

Tyler Dream: It just needs a little venom to hurt someone.

*Tyler wraps his arms around Happy and hugs him protectively.*

*Happy Inkwell hugs him.*

The Stranger: Always listen to your father, boi.

*Happy Inkwell points to the stranger.*

Happy Inkwell: Nom nom milk?

Tyler Dream: No, sweetie. Do you want your baba?

Happy Inkwell: Baba!

*Tyler picks up Happy and carries him inside to the kitchen. Tyler opens the fridge door and grabs Happy’s bottle, holding it up to his beak.*

*Happy Inkwell sucks it.*

*Tyler smiles.*

Tyler Dream: Good boy.

*Suddenly they hear a knock on the door.*

*Tyler cradles Happy and goes to the door, opening it.*

*In the doorway stands the stranger.*

The stranger: Mind if I come inside? I'm hungry.

Tyler Dream: Sure, come in.

*The stranger walks in.*

*Tyler leads the way to the kitchen.*

*Happy Inkwell makes baby noises.*

*Tyler kisses Happy’s belly and turns to the stranger.*

Tyler Dream: You can have whatever you want from the pantry or fridge.

The stranger: Don't mind if I do.

*Happy Inkwell is drinking milk.*

*The stranger robs the fridge and puts his meal on the table.*

*He starts devouring his meal like a pig*

*Happy Inkwell points to the stranger.*

Happy Inkwell: Nom nom meat?

Tyler Dream: You want meat, sweetie?

Happy Inkwell: Nom nom meat.

*Tyler gives Happy some sliced meat from the fridge.*

Happy Inkwell eats it.

The stranger: This is some fine food.

Tyler Dream: Thank you.

Happy Inkwell: Daddy?

Tyler Dream: Yes, sweetie?

Happy Inkwell: Stranger.

Tyler Dream: Yes, sweetie. It’s a stranger. But you’re supposed to be nice to strangers.

The stranger: Your father is right.

*Tyler smiles.*

Happy Inkwell: But grandpa eats strangers.

Tyler Dream, *quietly*: Uh…you shouldn’t do as grandpa does.

The stranger: Your grandpa eats people?

Happy Inkwell: He says they aren't people.

Tyler Dream, *quietly*: Sweetie, you shouldn't be telling this stranger that.

Happy Inkwell: Why?

The stranger: Guess someone needs a beating.

Tyler Dream, *to the stranger*: I think it’s time for you to leave.

Happy Inkwell: No hurt Grandpa!!

The stranger look at Happy and says

The stranger: I won't hurt him

Happy Inkwell: But you said beat.

The stranger: That was metaphorical, beat the sin out of him using prayer.

*Happy Inkwell sucks on his thumb.*

Tyler Dream: Okay…

*Tyler comforts Happy by giving him a forehead kiss and hugging him.*

Suddenly it begins pouring out of the sky.

*Tyler looks out the window.*

Tyler Dream: Wow, it started raining hard all of a sudden.

*The stranger looks outside and says.*

The stranger: it rains just as hard as when Noah built his Ark, not that I was there to see it mind you

*Happy Inkwell is scared.*

*Tyler cuddles Happy.*

Tyler Dream: Should you get home before it rains harder?

*Happy Inkwell nuzzles into him.*

The stranger: Home? I have no home.

Happy Inkwell: Nom nom Daddy?

*Tyler gives Happy his bottle again.*

Tyler Dream: Do you…want to stay in a spare bedroom? I’d feel bad if I let you stay out in the rain.

*Suddenly a loud thunder crash is heard.*

The stranger: Guess I'll take you up on that offer

*Happy Inkwell is sleepy.*

*Tyler picks up Happy and begins taking him to his bedroom, pointing out a spare bedroom for the stranger.*

Happy Inkwell: Daddy, I'm not eepy.

Tyler Dream: Sure you’re not, sweetie.

*Tyler cuddles Happy in bed, holding Happy’s head to his heart.* 

*The stranger enters the bedroom.*

*Happy Inkwell runs away*

Happy Inkwell: No eep!

*Tyler gets out of bed and follows Happy.*

*The stranger peeks his head out of the door.*

The stranger: What's this noise?

Tyler Dream: Sorry, my son doesn’t want to go to bed just yet. Sweetie, c’mon, it’s time for bed.

Happy Inkwell: No!

*Happy Inkwell runs into the stranger's room.*

Tyler Dream, *to the stranger*: Sorry. 

*The stranger picks up Happy.*

The stranger *to Tyler* It's fine.

Happy Inkwell: No! No!

*Happy Inkwell falls asleep immediately.*

*Tyler carries Happy back to bed and cuddles him.*

*The stranger goes to sleep as well.*

**It is morning, the sun rises and the cock crows three times.**

*Happy Inkwell wakes up, tries to jump out the window to catch the cock.*

*Tyler manages to grab Happy before he jumps out the window.*

Tyler Dream: That’s dangerous, sweetie.

Happy Inkwell: Cock.

Tyler Dream: Yes, sweetie. It’s a rooster.

Happy Inkwell: Want a rooster.

*Suddenly they smell something delicious coming from downstairs.*

*Tyler cradles Happy and carries him downstairs.*

Happy Inkwell: Food!

*Tyler carries Happy to the kitchen.*

Happy Inkwell: Look a note!

*In the kitchen the stranger can be seen cooking, the tables are filled with all kinds of foods.*

Tyler Dream: Where did all this food come from??

The stranger: I found it in the pantry.

Tyler Dream: H-how? I didn’t have all this food.

*Tyler marvels at all the food on the table.*

*The stranger looks at Tyler and says…*

The stranger: Some things are left better unexplained.

*Tyler sits Happy in his chair and sits down to eat.*

*Happy Inkwell eats food.*

Happy Inkwell: Nom nom nom nom!

*The stranger says…*

The stranger: I also refilled the pantry.

Happy Inkwell: Who are you?

The stranger: The name's Yahweh.

*With those words Yahweh walks out of the door and into the morning sun.*

The End?

[brick-a-doodle-do]

For that au I was talking about it was based off of your fake fic title “Throttled by the Taste of Memories”

So the basic idea is that Tommy/Wilbur are brothers who are currently alone in the middle of the woods. One day they find a witch’s hut and Tommy (fueled by hunger and curiosity) decided to explore it. Little do they know that the witch is there and she throws a potion at them.

Everything remains normal for a while but as time goes on Wilbur begins to feel sicker and sicker. Soon they start too notice something weird…Wilbur’s been getting taller.

It starts by a few inches, then a foot, then several feet.

It’s now nightfall and Wilbur is double his brother’s height and barely lucid. Tommy supports him as they go and they eventually find a large cave to spend the night in.

Wilbur passes out immediately. Tommy tries too but feels guilty about what happened to his brother.

Cut to morning and Tommy is jolted awake by the fact that he can’t breathe.

As he remembers the events of yesterday he sees that he is know held in the hand of a giant Wilbur who has no memory of who he is.

That’s the basic premise for it and I don’t have anything written yet but I personally really like this au :D

i do not remember sending that in. i did a good job i guess BECAUSE THIS IS AMAZING !!!

of course tommy's the one who initiated a disaster, and wilbur's got courage letting him anywhere near a witch FSJDGJ

and DUDE. this scratches my brain. tommy falling asleep in his brother's hands, who he knows despite the sudden mishap still loves him and won't hurt him.

and then imagine the realization tommy goes through when he realizes wilbur doesn't know who he is. like? oh my god. sloth this is absolutely incredible and i will eat everything you write for this AND the plate. i cannot fathom my love for this idea !!!!!!!!!!!!!

and it fits the fic title SO well aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaghhghghghhhhhghgh

your brain

i just want to go

nom

[kayla-crazy-stuffs]

Karlnapity noms? 👀

Whatever medium you want, with whoever you want!

Have a cupcake 🧁

Thanks for the cupcake :D Have a cookie in return 🍪

TW: Safe/soft vore, slight injuries, slight (accidental) fearplay and past child neglect

Luck seemed to have never been on Karl's side. When he was little, his parents decided to leave him to his own devices and left, leaving the little 4-year-old borrower alone.

A few days later, he was found by a colony of borrowers who lived in the same building. They decided to take care of him since he was still a child but when he was 15 years old, they kicked him out of the colony.

They said that he was no good at being a borrower and that he was just a little scum who didn't know how to borrow properly. He ended up spending five years living alone in another part of that same building, eventually having to leave after being seen by one of the human residents. He found a house but only lived there for about three years.

He was seen again by the human of the house and had no choice but to have to leave again. That was how he ended up in the situation he found himself in.

Karl was running in an alley trying to avoid a rat that had decided to attack him. The rat managed to knock him down, placing its paws on his chest with its claws digging into him.

Karl let out a small cry of pain, causing the animal to sink its claws deeper into his chest. He nearly passed out from the pain when he heard. “”Hey!” "Get out of here! You can hunt other things!” two different voices that made the rat run away leaving Karl lying there.

He looked up for a moment seeing two humans staring at him. Karl began to shake with fear, he had been told many horrible things that humans did to borrowers like him. "Hey... you're going to be fine, we're not going to hurt you." The one with the blue beanie said softly, as he slowly crouched down next to Karl.

Karl let out a small yelp of fear as the other human fell beside the one in the blue beanie. "We can see that he's so scared... I'm going to see if changing the size relaxes him." commented the dark-haired man in the white bandana. 'Resize? What did he mean?' he thought, confused by the human's words. Suddenly the black-haired human shrunk to the size of the borrower.

Karl was puzzled by what he saw. Until a few seconds ago the dark-haired man was the size of a human and now he was about Karl's height. "H-how did you do that?" he asked, less afraid now as one of the humans was no longer looming over him. "It's an ability I have from birth, I can change size whenever I want." he answered as he approached the injured borrower.

"But now let's focus on you, are you okay?" Karl nodded softly, directing his gaze at the human in the blue beanie. "Don't worry about Quackity, he won't hurt you." "You're sure?" Karl asked, doubting the dark-haired man's words a little.

"Completely. By the way, I'm Sapnap and this is my fiancé Quackity, what about you? What's your name? Sapnap said, unable to bear the excitement of meeting a borrower. “M-My name is Karl…” he replied feeling a bit dizzy, passing out soon after. Sapnap tried to pick Karl up but failed. Quackity giggled reaching up to the two tinies.

“Sapnap, do you mind if I store you both? I have no pockets and you are probably too tired to change sizes again.” Quackity said, bringing the little ones closer to his face. Sapnap nodded, stretching a little. "Yeah, I don't mind and if at any time he wakes up I will try my best to calm him down."

Quackity nodded and gently opened his mouth, slowly tilting his hand so that both tinies slipped inside. Once they were in his mouth, he slowly closed it, beginning to lick them both.

Once they were completely covered in saliva, he leaned his head back and gently swallowed Karl first. He could feel Sapnap fighting his tongue and he smacked Sapnap across the face with it, chuckling.

Finally Quackity pushed Sapnap to the back of his mouth and swallowed him. He couldn't help but purr as he felt him squirm down his throat, entering the storage soon after. "Make yourself comfortable Sap, it will take a while to get back home." he said with a small purr as Sapnap gave him a confirming pat.

He got up from the ground and started walking back, preferring to get home before Karl woke up, not wanting him to have a panic attack.

[safety-writes-noms]

pls pls pls can i have some headcanons of miguel as both a pred and prey? he's not prey often for sure, but i bet he's grumpy about it when he is

ofc!! I usually write pred Miguel but I'm good with him as prey. tw vore! NSFW/kink blogs dni

honestly I can't see him enjoying being nommed too much. he's used to being in control and it's almost like a comfort to him in some ways. but when he doesn't have that comfort it causes him to become somewhat aggressive if he doesn't see the reason for why he needs to be nommed. or he doesn't agree with it. Plus he hates being trapped in confined spaces that he himself has not put himself into. Except sometimes when it’s soothing to him like if he’s super tired or something.

its definitely unpleasant because he's probably going to make a huge stink and even when he's the one tucked in a belly, he's still strong asf.

he will however grudgingly chill out if he's exhausted and tired from staring at screens for 40 hours straight. even though he'd rather keep working, he knows he can’t go on forever. Besides it’s really hard not to fall asleep in a warm cushy belly, where his most pressing problem is slime soaking into his suit.

I think he’d taste like something with a kick in it, some sort of spice with an underflavoring of maybe sweetness or saltiness? and then subtle hints of something bitter like coffee to pull it all together. he's delicious but you'll be extremely lucky if you even get a tiny little taste.

if he ever gets nommed for his protection best believe he’s going to argue a whole lot too. anything thats not his terms or not something he asked for results in him immediately getting annoyed. he's spiderman 2099, stubborn asshole genius extraordinaire (affectionate), he doesn't need protection. (he does he just won't admit it)

bottom line is that he won’t like it if it’s not in very specific circumstances :(. Or he’ll pretend that he doesn’t bc he’s such a skrunkly little dude (that man is 6’9 and 310 pounds of pure muscle)

He does actually enjoy nomming sometimes but doesnt really indulge in the instinct much. I’ve said this before but he feels like some sort of inhumane creature when he gets those urges even though most of the time it’s just a deep wanting need for whoever he’s craving to be as close as physically possible to him.

Or when he has a webbed up anomaly, sometimes he has to physically turn away from them so he doesn’t risk gulping them down. But that’s only for when the urge is super intense. He’ll probably satisfy it later with someone he’s close with and knows is fine with it. He knows that if it goes unchecked for too long he becomes increasingly agitated/sullen and he’d rather not deal with that in general.

other times like when he’s in his downtime, he’ll awkwardly ask whoever he’s craving if they’d be fine with being nommed. He knows it’s pretty weird or downright terrifying for people who have no idea how being nommed works. He’ll of the time he just doesn’t ask because he doesn’t want to deal with explaining. He’s just tired and wants a nice meal to fill him up while he naps or does some more work.

Eating food helps a little to stave off that urge simmering in his chest but ultimately won’t really fix it. Like slapping a bandaid on a missing arm (how do u even do that ??). He will be more inclined to nom someone if they ask him to do it for them. After all, if it’s what they want he’s got no objections unless he has to do something that requires a whole ton of physical movement. Miguel doesn’t want them to get hurt somehow even if they’re nestled in his gut. But other than that he’s fine with it.

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Part two of the crimeboy noms? Tommy wakes up still in Wilburs stomach and now he has to convince the naga to let him out.

Wilbur however, is not to keen on letting Tommy go back to a family that won't take care of him. He gets all soft and very reluctant to let his little brother go.

(warning for safe vore and mentioned child neglect)

UPDATE: now on ao3!!!

“wilbur for fucks sake, stop being so clingy-”

the naga didn’t say anything, only let out a growl of discontent.

it’s been a while since tommy woke up, and he had found himself in the same place he was when he slept- the naga’s stomach. or, storage stomach? whatever the name was, he was still inside it. and the naga simply just wasn’t letting him out.

“big man, seriously, i can’t stay here forever.” (as much as he wanted to.) “i have to get out eventually.”

wilbur let out another hiss.

“do you have to?” tommy can’t see his face, but he can just tell he’s pouting.

“yes, wil, i do. i still have a life to live, stuff to do. and i gotta be able to eat sometime.”

a moment of silence.

“..but do you have to go back to them?” ah. so that’s where the problem was. he shrugged, knowing the naga couldn’t see him.

“wilbur, it’s fine, it doesn’t happen often, chances are it’s not gonna happen again for a while.”

“it shouldn’t be happening at all, toms.”

“it’s not that bad, worse has happened.” he could feel wilbur stiffening. shit, wrong thing to say.

“they’ve done stuff worse than this?” the naga snarled, and tommy quickly raised his hands to rub the walls around him.

“no no no,, not them, not them!” wilbur stopped growling, but he was still tense. “this is the worst these fosters’ have done, but.. in the past….” tommy trailed off. “uh, yeah, just. not them.”

“..tommy this isn’t making me want to let you out any less.” bitch.

“wilbur, i can take care of myself. i’ve lasted this long, i can handle getting locked out.”

“but you shouldn’t have to, tommy.” tommy groaned, dragging his hands down his face.

“look, wil. if i promise to go right to you the next time something like this happens, can i get let out?”

tommy’s sure that wilbur has way more to say, but he seems to realize that tommy isn’t willing to back down, and with a long pause, he lets out a sigh, before huffing out a “fine.”

tommy can feel the walls tighten around him, before suddenly he feels himself moving, going somewhere, until he finds himself getting plucked out of wilbur’s mouth. looking around, he sees they were in wil’s cave — he must have traveled here after tommy fell asleep. now that he isn’t completely surrounded by the wet walls, he finds that he’s completely soaked to the bones. he shivers, wrapping his arms around his chest. god, going home this wet is probably gonna raise a couple of questioning looks.

he can feel wilbur staring at him. “you wanna stay here for a bit while you dry off?” he asks. he nods immediately, drawing a soft chuckle from the naga. wilbur curls around a bit, getting comfortable, before resting tommy carefully in his coils.

tommy yawns, and find he can’t quite stop his eyes from drooping, and. well, a little nap while soaking in the sun wouldn’t hurt, would it?