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[yourfriendlyneighbourhoodpsycho]

Castup

I got a bottle of ketchup from church with food and the bottle says Castup 

[dreadtroll]

WHAT IS SO WRONG WITH PUTTING KETCHUP ON A HOT DOG??

i thought it was just my dad who was against it, but apparently this is a real thing.

was is this a thing to hate??

[gaylienhunter]

Midnight Snack: Swoncest. PG13

Swag finished buttoning up his pajama top and cast an affectionate gaze down at One-ler, who was dozing peacefully in the racecar bed. It had taken a couple rounds of rough sex and more than a couple things slipped into the cannibal's tea, but Swag had decided that One-ler asleep in his bed was worth having to walk with a limp for a few days.  He sat down gently on the mattress, which dipped and groaned slightly underneath the additional weight (They had done it on the floor that time, and his precious bed had been saved from the strain), and inched over carefully to lay next to the cannibal.  

A prickle trailed down his spine as he imagined One-ler's glowing, golden eyes snapping open. If he did wake up, the man would likely bat him around, chew him out a bit, and leave.  Despite how hard this might be to believe, the man-eater was actually quite deeply asleep.  Swag poked One-ler's cheek with a hesitant finger.  No reaction.  He scooted forward to press himself against One-ler's chest.  Other than a deep sigh, the bloody man was unresponsive.  With abandon, Swag flung his lanky arms around the normally restless man who was sleeping so soundly.

Although his methods were, admittedly, somewhat…okay, incredibly underhanded, all he really wanted from One-ler was a little bit of after-sex snuggling.  He sulked absentmindedly and drew the other man closer to him.  That snuggling was finally his!  With a happy little hum, a smile slid onto his face and his eyes slipped shut.  He gave a tiny sniff and twisted his fingers deeper into One-ler's bloodslicked shirt.  One-ler, doubtlessly, retained the scent of carrion, although the scent seemed to somehow be growing on Swag.  Wrinkling his nose, he wondered how exactly the odor of dead meat had become nostalgic to him.  His thoughts melted away as he began to drop off into his dreams…

"Snuffsnuff snuff"

…That is, until he heard an odd snuffling sound.  Feeling hot puffs of breath on his collarbone, he realized that it was just One-ler.

"Shoosh, drippylips," he muttered, stroking the other man's side in what he hoped was a soothing manner.  Honestly, his first reaction would normally be to prod the other man in the ribs, but he really did not want to wake this guy up.  He felt his palm become coated in the wet blood that was ever dripping from his companion's person.  The guy seemed to practically secrete the stuff.  He vacantly wondered exactly how many periods would his mattress look like it had endured by the end of the night.  His thoughts were interrupted by a slick, wet feeling trailing a stripe over his neck and up towards his jawline.  Holy shit, was that One-ler's tongue? 

As the rancid appendage swept up his cheek, he confirmed that, yes, the scent was eau de One-ler's unbrushed teeth.  Swag squinted through the faint moonlight to witness, and feel, the tongue getting very up close and personal with his right ear, but One-ler's eyes remained shut.  There as no way he was awake, as infinitely more creepy as that might make the situation.  Still, Swag found the tickling of One-ler's teeth over his cheekbone to be quite adorable…that is, until One-ler released a moist, openmouthed breath right over Swag's nose, scraping the tip of it with his pointy teeth.  "OH, fuck, ew, bro, no, gross, stop it--MOTHERFUCKER!"  Swag screeched suddenly as One-ler's teeth clamped down sharply on his nose.  

"AUUUGH! Too kinky, too kinky!" I wanna keep my noooose!"  he bawled, his eyes brimming with tears. Holy shit, One-ler had some sharp little fuckers for teeth. They felt like razorblades!

In a panic, Swag grabbed One-ler's jaw and squeezed inwards, forcing his jaws to pop open.  Cursing colorfully, he sat up in his bed with both hands clamped protectively over his bloody nose.  God damn, would he need corrective surgery? Was this normal? Did your bedmates often try to eat your nose in their sleep?  He had this niggling feeling that this behavior just might be One-ler exclusive.  To be sure, this was not what he had expected when he'd invited his bloody friend over for tea.  He gathered a large wad of his spiderman comforter in his fist and pressed it to his nose.  It wasn't broken or anything, but it was spouting blood like a faucet, and tears were streaming down the sides of his face, to boot. 

"What happened…?"

"Aaaah holy shit! Oh sweet Jesus, don't do that to me!"  Swag shouted, startled by One-ler's sleepy inquiry.  He jolted away from the sleepy man as if he were aflame, dropping his blanket and curling in on himself.   "It's noooothing, nothing at alllll.  Just gooooo back to sleeeeep…" Swag soothed, willing One-ler to just roll over and close his beady golden eyes before he was awake enough to process any more.  He thought he was home free!  Unfortunately, he was just a bit too late.  "…Why am I in your bed? Did I…did I fall asleep?" One-ler asked incredulously.  

Swag was silent, but his eyes were as wide as silver dollars.  The only noise was the blood dripping from both Swag's nose and One-ler's lips.  Swag fiddled nervously with the hem of his pajama top.  One-ler's grey tongue ran over his copper-stained lips.  Tasting fresh blood, his eyes flickered suspiciously to Swag's face, only to encounter the profusely bleeding bite mark.  "Did I… I did that, didn't I?" One-ler mumbled, looking haunted.

"No!" Swag automatically barked, but they both knew it was a lie.  "Okay, Drippy, perhaps you did sort of bite my nose. And your teeth are sharp little motherfuckers, so  you'd sure as fuck better apologize, but don't worry, I'll forgive you. Just this once. Because I'm that fucking considerate.  You're welcome." he rambled.  He heard the bed creak as One-ler stood, surely to leave. Swag let out a guilty breath as he buried his face in his knees.  One-ler seemed to think that he'd simply fallen asleep…and then tried to bite Swag's nose off. In his sleep.  

He felt One-ler's red glove suddenly grasp the nape of his neck and turn his head up and shrunk back, but One-ler kept a firm grip on his shoulder.    A warm, wet towel was pressed gently against his swelling nose. "Woah there, watch it, loverly!" he hissed, grimacing because, shit! That stung!  "Relax, you infant, it's only water…" One-ler muttered, wiping the pinkish trail down Swag's chin.  

"I'm the goddamn Once-ler I am no fucking infant! I'll have you know--"

"Just shut up and quite squirming for a minute," One leer growled, gripping Swag's chin more firmly.  "You might want to get this looked at since I haven't had my rabies shot in quite a while." he added with a wry grin.  

"Or brushed those nasty-ass teeth of yours," Swag grumbled as One-ler patted his face dry.  One-ler grimaced and tossed the towel onto the bed, The cannibal quickly made for the window.

"Dude, at least stay the night! You're already fuckin' here, asshole!" Swag complained loudly.

"Be quiet. Some one will come."

"No one's going to disturb me when I'm in my room. I'm the god. Damn. Once-ler." Swag emphasized.  He patted the spot beside him on the bed.  "Quit soaking the floor and c'mere.  You don't even have to sleep; just stay here until I fall asleep.  Please, Drips?" Swag pleaded, seemingly undeterred by One-ler literally trying to eat his face a minute ago.  

"…" One-ler came to stand over Swag's racecar bed.

"It's fucking creepy when you hover like that.  Come lay down." Swag stubbornly whined.  He grabbed One-ler by one drippy wrist and dragged him down onto the bed, cozying up to him just like before.  One-ler hesitantly slung his arm around Swag's shoulder and listened intently to the slowing of his companion's breath.

Swag woke up the next morning to find his nose swelling and practically purple.  He ended up needing four different shots and had to wear a huge, white plaster aid over his nose for the rest of the week.

[mamavocadohasxmoved]

Exploring

Had my first veggie dog today. I used to Love hotdogs when I ate meat, and I was worried these would suck. But really, it wasn't too bad. I tend to overload on the Castup though, I really like Castup. I'll try and hold back next time, see how that changes it.

If I'm being completely honest, I only have taste buds for that hummus at the moment.