By any chance do you have any more ranchers vore headcanons or scenarios because the art you made of them was just SO CUTE and I can’t stop thinking about it
I’ve always liked the idea that blazes are cat-like and therefore love how avian creatures taste and that Tango will always try to find silly ways to protect Jimmy but I want to hear what else you have to say about them I love them so much-
I love the ranchers!!! They are some of my favorite idiots to draw and I think about them so much-
I’m not sure how closely related blazes and cats would be, but I feel like tango reflects a lot of cat body language in how he moves/how his tail flicks/general noises he makes. That also means he gets the urge to chase jimmy when he runs, even if he doesn’t really realize it. Theres probably been a few times that jim has sprinted past and ended up pinned down under one of tangos hands or wrapped up in his tail while tango teases him. Both of them find it silly and a lot of times tango will store him after it because, i mean, hes already right there…
An au Roman started, I got interested, so here's something I wrote, might not be au cannon to what they imagine though so don't take my story as true.
as per usual nomfs, thoughts of death, hard vore mentions? (Dunno he just thinks he's gonna die) Thalasaphobia
Grian sat at the edge of the tank, his hands shaky, He was between feeding the leviathan and not.
On one hand, if he fed him Grian might not be eaten, and maybe it would show goodwill, but on the other hand.
It might put the leviathan into a food response. It’s more of a reptilian thing: with gators and snakes expressing it the most.
Grian knew nothing about the leviathan, besides he was often fed things Grian’s size and larger, no wonder he ate people.
He decided to throw the container of chum in, he hoped the poor leviathan wasn’t being starved, it would explain the people eating too.
The vet looked down, watching the shiny fish slowly fall farther into the water.
He almost lost sight of the fish parts before he saw a shadow move, swallowing the fish down. It was large, orca-sized at minimum, but Gem, if to believed, said he was larger.
Maybe whale-sized, but this didn't feel like a healthy whale-sized tank.
That could also explain its aggression.
“Do you have more for him?”
“What? Why would I do that?’
“Do you want me to be eaten?”
“Why would he do that, he's been fed.”
“This thing isn’t Mumbo-sized; it's larger. Do you think that's going to fill its stomach? Besides you fed it human hybrids, and it's well, eaten people?
Doc sighed. “Yeah fine, give me a bit.”
Grian nodded and looked down, the fish disappearing into the dark void below.
Lights had been there in the beginning. It's possible it bit the cords due to hunger, or maybe it just didn’t like the light, either one made sense.
“Hey- hey, buddy?” Grian said softly into the water with, unsurprisingly, no response.
“I- uh, I’m Grian, I’m here to check up on you, and- uh, I know you’ve eaten people before so- I hope you won’t with me? I- I’m sorry if you’ve been treated poorly.”
No response.
“I’m getting you more food, if you didn’t hear, I hope it's enough, I uh- i-if you want to come up and talk it might make it easier.”
Grian thinks he saw the shadow down there, maybe waiting for more food. Grian could or thought he saw him, he could see the shadows giving enough of a color difference, but his outline wasn’t visible.
The leviathan was supposably eel-like, Grian couldn’t see any of that.
All he could tell was that it was a different shade from the background.
“I—Can you not eat me, please? I just want to make sure you feel good, feel happy, and make your body feel happy.” He tried, but maybe the leviathan didn’t know English well.
There was some movement. “Uhh, but yeah food in a bit, then I’ll go in okay?’
A bit more movement.
“Does anything hurt?”
There was no movement at that.
“Any wounds? Injuries?”
No movement.
“Uhhh, guessing that's a no.” He paused for a bit. “Are you hungry?”
Movement.
“Are you going to eat me?”
Grian couldn’t make out if the leviathan was moving in response or not, he hoped it wasn’t
The next tub of fish showed up and so Grian got down, taking the tub in his arms he then started back up. It was full of whole fish, which was likely better than sending something bloody down.
So Grian dumped the fish in—only two tuna, a cod, and a salmon. This was not what Grian was expecting; he was hoping for more, but the mers weren’t necessarily taken good care of in the first place.
The fish disappeared, swallowed by the shadow, literally.
Grian watched, getting his suit on to prepare for his journey down.
“I’ll get Skizz, he has the arm strength and the ability to help you, don’t go in till he’s here.”
“I won't!” Grian shouted back.
Grian checked his air canisters, they were back up, if the air tube he had attached to him got bitten, or it was too short he’d be able to switch to his mask.
He could hear the keys shifting as skizz ran over. “Hey G!” he waved up, he looked behind seeing Doc wasn’t there he asked. “You sure? I- uh- I can go down instead, just tell me what to do?”
Grian shook his head no. “I’d hate for you to be injured or worse because of me skizz, I don’t know if I’d be able to handle myself for that.”
“And I’d feel just as bad if you disappeared, not to mention poor Mumbo.”
Grian’s heart sank at the orca mer’s name.
“Oh Mumbo,” Grian said, voice shaking.
He took his goggles off for a bit.
“If… God. If anything happens to me, make sure Mumbo stays sane please?”
“Nothing gonna happen!” Skizz said trying to stay positive.
Grian stayed quiet, he wouldn’t consider himself a pessimist, but this was the most dangerous thing he had done in his life.
The vet fixed his mask back on, his body, his breaths shakier than his body.
Grian stood at the edge, his fingers barely touching the platform under him. He couldn’t get himself to move.
The adrenalin sent his heart and head off, running miles an hour while his body couldn’t move an inch.
“G”? Skizz had made his way up the latter.
The vet turned to meet his gaze, his terrified eyes shown through the goggles.
Skizz’s heart dropping was visible on the security officer's face. “You don’t have to do this, no one would call you a coward for backing out.”
“Yeah, but what- what if he's hurt? Malnourished? Starving? We can’t see that from up here, or down there.”
Skizz sighed. “I get you’re a vet and all, but- it wouldn’t count as you or gems incompetence if that was the case it would be on Doc, he had a dangerous thing that had been known to kill humans, and sent a vet down that- I- ugh, It’s not sitting right with me.”
Grian leaned on Skizz’s arm, it felt comforting being with the officer, his arms were large, but not enough to save him from this.
Nothing was big enough to save him from this.
If Grian let the leviathan die he’d blame himself for not going in, but if he died, he’d die thinking about his friends he’d be leaving behind.
Jimmy, the small scared wyrm, and his giant wyrm ‘boyfriend’ Tango. The two separated were so nervous, but together they had this sense of calm, compassion, and a friendship that would be more.
What if Grian wasn’t around to see it grow?
Gem and Impulse were teasing. Those two were always trying to scare people with horror stories. Skizz tried to get in on it, but he was bad at it; his expressions gave him away.
Speaking of Skizz, He was part mer, small amounts, it showed in his eyes, his teeth, and some small fins behind his ears and on his elbows, but beyond that, he was a normal guy, a caring one.
And finally Mumbo, oh Mumbo. When Grian first met him he was on the brink of death, wounds, stress, and likely more had the mer in a terrible position.
Grian helped him, spending hours with him, talking to him, he broke down the mers walls, watching him heal. Mumbo was one of the best things Grian had. Not that the others weren’t but the two were like siblings, a pod.
Grian put a hand on his face, or well his goggles as his eyes shed his fears.
Skizz wrapped an arm around the vet, pulling him into a gentle hug and letting him cry it out.
The guard stayed silent, Grian preferred it that way.
After a bit, Skizz rubbed his back and hummed something.
Grian listed, half there, half out of it, his mind preparing him for his possible death.
He took his goggles off to wipe his face once the waterworks stopped. He took some deep breaths in, calming himself some.
He pulled his head back, and Skizz’s arm released.
Grian looked up meeting Skizz’s worried gaze, he then looked down as he put his mask on, telling wordlessly his decision.
The vet caught the guard’s sad expression out of the corner of his eye.
Skizz came in for one last hug from behind. “You’ll make it,” Skizz said trying to stay positive. “You’re a smart guy.”
Grian let out a huff of appreciation. “Thanks skizz.” He said slipping the breathing tub over his mouth.
The guard backed off as Grian slid into the tank.
Skizz did a check with the current equipment, running some things over with Grian.
The vet gave a thumbs up, everything was okay on his end.
Skizz gave one back, but there was a nervous expression on his face.
Grian went under trying to avoid second-guessing himself now.
He let the weights do most of the work, helping him sink.
The vet, despite the situation, was slow in descending, after 5 minutes he could barely make out skizz, he was just a movement of different colors.
Grian decided it was a good time to turn on his headlamp.
The beam showed through the water, it was bright, but even then all he could make out was water, no walls, no ground, just dark deep water.
He swallowed nervously but then let himself sink some, taking in usual breaths, he had to refrain from panicking, but he couldn’t breathe too deep, which would take more oxygen.
After a bit Grian paused to to make sure the pressure wouldn't get to him, looking up he could barely make out the surface, he was passed the spot where the fish were grabbed, he supposed that was a positive.
The vet glanced around, but couldn’t make out anything besides a possible rock ledge, nothing on it.
Grian sank a bit more, he aimed the light down below him and could make out the sparkling of some shells and probably sand.
He landed softly, lifting some sand, and he looked around. His light landed on some metal-wrapped cords, he could see scratches, and claws rather than teeth. None looked enough to kill the power till he saw an end of it, the other half wasn’t anywhere to be seen.
The vet crouched down, it was likely teeth, and looking up he could make out lights. He wondered how bright they were. If Gem was right about their biology, and to be fair Grian trusted her far more than any other source, they liked it dark.
He wondered if the leviathan had injured himself during that process. It wouldn’t be surprising. He hoped it wasn’t shocking, though if it was it didn’t kill it, but that could leave a nasty wound.
Why would you even put lights in a tank? That could cause so many electrical problems.
Not that the place was run well anyway, it was cheap, barely avoiding any laws. Grian was just counting the days where he could buy the business from Doc.
The vet checked along the walls for anything possibly dangerous, the leviathan likely needed some UV, that, or some oranges, but he was not sure how much a giant eel would appreciate orange juice.
Grian looked up and jumped back, but he managed to make out Gem, he put a hand on his heart and pressed his head to the tank. He could make out the shapeshifter laughing.
Once she looked up Grian flipped her off making her crouch over, hands on her legs as she kept laughing. Grian eventually snickered.
“Big fish?” Gem asked with her hands as best she could.
Grian shrugged and signaled crossing over his eyes, their way of not seen.
Gem hummed and put a finger to her chin for a little. “How are you?” She asked
The human vet gave his best nervous back.
He got what he guessed was a “fair.” In response, from reading Gem’s lips.
The two snapped-in-half cord. Gem looked at it and nodded at his discovery, before writing it down on her small notepad.
Once looking back up, Grian did his best to mention the sun or vitamin D.
It was a struggle.
Grian at first tried to make a sun with his arms, but when that failed he pointed at himself.
Gem was confused.
He tried instead pointing at Gem, then her hair, she was called ‘redheaded’ but it was orange.
Gem played with her hair, looked at it, then glanced with confusion up at Grian.
He spelled out the color, and she clocked it. She hummed as she thought about oranges, then wrote something down on her pad, before showing it to Grian.
“Vitamin D?”
Grian gave a thumbs up and she nodded, scratching off the question mark.
The human hummed, looking down and around him.
He thought he heard something from the other vet, and after a bit, he looked up.
Gem started shouting, her arm pointing out behind Grian frantically.
The vet turned around and, as he did, saw the leviathan. It paused, eyes near shut as it adjusted to the bright light.
After some blinking it opened them slowly.
Grian locked eyes, but as far as he knew the creature didn't know he had done so.
Grian's chest sped up, thankfully he still had the tube near his face, so his increased heart rate wasn't using up the tanks on his back.
All were still, the leviathan's eyes locked on Grian, Grian still doing much the same.
The human started slowly moving downwards, trying to look small.
Gem must have made some swift movements behind him.
It was a poor decision. The leviathan taking it as a sign of aggression,dashing at Grian, mouth wide. It’s teeth slammed into the tank's side, and the beast moved sideways, likely misjudging the strike due to the blinding light coming from Grian's head.
Thankfully the glass seemed fine, it just took more scratches. The breathing line somehow wedged between two teeth, resting against the upper tooth, close to being sliced.
Grian's eyes were focused elsewhere though, as his light shown directly down the leviathan's mouth, into its throat.
The human vet was stuck in shock, watching muscles move. The muscles were green and black colors, which reminded him of an orca with the pattern.
Some tapping from the tongue and pulling on the air tube forced Grian back into his senses. He looked towards the direction of the nozzle and made a mad dash through the open area of the leviathan's mouth, missing the teeth by less than half an inch.
He also pulled a risky, but successful, move pulling the tube out from the leviathan's teeth as he escaped the jaws.
He swam up as fast as he could. Behind him, he could hear the leviathan pulling back from the glass. It likely turned to chase him, but Grian kept going.
There were 2 problems…
Or… Well, 3. The Leviathan was built for the dark, for swimming in the depths while Grian wasn't. The large eel could also stand the pressure change better than him.
Regardless, Grian fought it, he'd rather take a couple of days off work with a scolding than a death.
In his panic, though, Grian was late to notice another mistake: he hadn't stuck near to the glass.
A second, for the fact he had left his weights on.
For a third, he could feel the headache coming.
Grian looked to the side to see the wall, then up, he could make out the sounds of shouting, and what he likely imagined to be the silhouettes of skizz and gem before jaws came over him and snapped.
separating the breathing cord from Grian. The vet stayed calm enough to pull off the old mask, letting bubbles out of his mouth while he changed to his air tanks.
Almost as soon as he did he was splashed around, smacking against some teeth, thankfully his tanks held.
Grian groaned looking around he saw something reflective stuck in the leviathan’s gums.
He took his chance, swimming down by the tooth he grabbed onto it, feeling the serrations on his fingertips, then wriggled the shiny piece of mettle side to side soon pulling it out.
He tossed it out through the small gap that appeared between the teeth. Then swam up to the roof of the mouth, before pushing up on the leviathan’s hard pallet.
He wasn’t sure if it worked, but the mouth opened to suck water in sending Grian back some.
He fell back onto his tongue. Grian could feel the bumps from the taste buds through his gloves. That’s gross.
Grian got back up again, not for long, as the tongue pressed him to the roof before a swallow.
The vet slid some, so he attempted to wrap his arms and legs around the muscle.
It was so slippery, the leviathan didn’t even swallow and Grian could feel himself sliding.
The human whimpered and tried to pull himself back up.
It was no use though, the leviathan lifted up and swallowed.
Grian tried desperately to grab onto anything, but it was nearly if not impossible to do such.
He let out panicked words through his mouthpiece and once stopped by the throat muscles shakily tried getting his gloves off.
The vet felt his head smashed up into the roof but no swallow.
Seeing as there was no water or at least a level he removed his mouthpiece.
“Wait, wait, don’t.” Grian panicked. “I—if you eat me, you won't be able to digest my suit, and you’ll get sick.” Grian put the mouth part back over.
Almost all the leviathan’s movements halted at his words. The throat relaxed, and the walls came in on the vet, but it wasn't forceful, unlike before.
He took the mouthpiece off again to beg. “Please let me up, I- I won’t bother you again.”
He heard a deep rumble that echoed through the muscles around him.
“Look I- I’m sorry I don’t know what people have done to you, but I- I don’t want to hurt you, please let me out.” Grian’s voice broke, a slightly higher pitch coming out at the end of the sentence. He put the mouthpiece back on after, just in case.
There was a noise similar to a sigh.
Then a swallow.
The vet panicked, his hands reaching up and grabbing at the throat uselessly, his body was smushed and shuffled around a little due to the force of the muscles.
Grian’s movements have been stopped again, but his hands still reach up at the throat.
The leviathan seemed annoyed as the throat walls came in, his body waved around a little.
Grian’s eyes shut and he let out a scared “Mmmm.”
After a bit it stopped, the vet panted, possible tears in his eyes, his body shaking horrendously with adrenalin that wouldn’t be able to help.
The leviathan seemed happy with that as Grian felt himself moving down.
The human’s hand curled weakly on the throat, his face doing down behind his second arm.
Grian felt a couple of pauses, and how the throat moved with the breathing, he swore he could still feel air running over him but he didn’t think it possible.
The throat shook as a worried coo sounded.
The vet's eyes half closed at that, feeling a bit depressed now.
He took the mouthpiece off again “Please?” He begged again, his voice so broken.
Something pressed in on his side, Grian fought back a whimper, his hands clutching some of the muscle around him, but soon let go not wanting to pain the leviathan.
There was a soft purr from the large beast, the rubbing seeming centered around him. Grian wasn’t confident he was in a stomach, but he supposed he could be.
That was until he was pushed down, and another, a 3rd, and finally he slid into a more open area.
Something in him snapped as he did, he ran to the sides pressing in on the walls trying to upset his stomach.
There was a confused “rrrrrr.” that echoed around Grian then the walls came in and compressed him.
Grian struggled more not wanting to be digested.
After a bit, he was just dropped. A noise echoed, a bit confused and upset.
The vet covered his ears not because it was loud, but because he didn’t exactly want to pity the leviathan.
After seemingly no effect he looked around frantically with his light.
There wasn’t much he could see that would help him out.
He did find where he fell in, but it was about another half of him higher. Grian wasn’t an athlete, and he knew climbing was impossible. But on the brink of death, you’ll try everything, even if it's stupid to try.
Grian stepped back, his feet in the puddle and he tried to run, but the slippery floor just sent him down.
And for a while Grian lay there, pulling a hand to his face as he looked at it. His mind raced with apologies that he’d never be able to say, especially to his co-workers who had all watched it happen.
He remembered the funny memories with them, just the day before how Gem and him got into a tickle match over Grian putting mac on his tuna sandwich.
The vet laughed, it turned to sniffles, then to cry.
Grian curled up and hugged his knees to his chest as he sobbed.
The leviathan must have heard it because after a while he felt rubbing again.
He wanted to yell at it, but he refrained.
Grian sobbed for a while, the leviathan possibly purring at his distress.
Once the vet stopped he reached up to grab his mouthpiece out, only to realize he hadn’t put it back in since his last begging.
How was he still breathing?
Grian looked around again, panicked breaths.
There was no stinging, weight on his lungs, or other signs that could tell him he was struggling to breathe.
The vet managed to calm down a little, was it possible the leviathan had a brood pouch like the mers?
He realized now too that no fish were on the bottom, or well maybe a tail but he supposed it cou;d have gotten stuck.
Grian moved over and picked it up.
As he lifted his head he saw a black sleeve, which looked like a diving suit.
The vet swallowed nervously and reached down, pulling at it.
He watched a second throat area open. Grian gasped and fell back, letting go of the sleeve, there was no skeleton, except a finger.
The vet swallowed his nerves, and went in, pulling out the bone in case it was irritating, throwing the fish’s tail down as well, then came back up tugging the suit part out, it took a bit but then he was flung back, panicking to get out of the puddle he landed in.
Grian tasted some on accident, but it tasted like- salt water like was in the aquarium.
There was a purr that shook the walls soon after Grian got up, then they moved in.
He panicked as he got smushed, and moved. He was disorientated from stress and wasn’t sure what way he was going.
He pushed around, stopping to put his mask on when the water hit his back.
Thank god he did as he was thrown out the leviathan's mouth, his half the suit in hand.
Grian held himself in the water, mostly in disbelief.
Eventually, he looked up at the leviathan, it looked back for a little before turning and swimming away slowly.
The vet took no time starting to swim up, he paused and looked down, to make sure his pressure change wasn’t too much.
He checked his oxygen too, it looked pretty okay.
So Grian slowly made his way up, letting out some startled gasps as he broke the surface.
The group had gone, likely thinking Grian had died, to be fair he’d had thought the same for himself.
The vet pulled himself up, his mind hazed, he was out of it, but he managed to take off his flippers, before heading down.
Once on the ground, Grian removed his air canisters, and goggles, before moving and dragging his feet.
He wasn’t sure where to but Grian ended up cleaning his head enough to recognize their grieving voices.
Someone shouted his name, and the vet locked eyes with a couple of them.
Doc himself was sitting on a table, looking shocked, like he’d seen a ghost.
Grian felt something smack into, and hug him.
It took him a while to look down, Gem had her arms strongly around him as if he’d disappear.
It took a lot longer for Grian to raise his hand to put it against her head as she sobbed.
“G what happened?” Scar asked.
Grian couldn't find himself to answer, his mind still in that moment. He wasn’t even sure if he was alive himself.
“Grian?” Skizz asked, a hand finding its way to the human vet’s shoulder.
He blinked a couple of times.
“I-.” He started but stopped not sure how to continue, but tears started falling from his eyes as his head fell into Skizz’s chest.
Skizz hugged both of them, and Scar hugged Gem, Grian, and Skizz.
After a little, their boss, Doc, spoke. “Alright soo, you look as pale as a ghost, and from what I’ve heard you at least were in its mouth.”
Grian nodded, wiping his eyes.
“I’ll give you 4 days, of paid time off, on me, if you need to extend it to a week, tell me.”
Grian blinked in surprise.
“I’d normally not do this, but, since you’ve come around the mers seem happy and healthier, so I’ll allow it. Besides, I have a feeling you’d call in sick tomorrow anyway.”
Gem bore her teeth behind Grian, he felt bad for the poor selkie. Doc only did this with Grian because he was human.
“I wouldn’t mind,” Grian said softly. “Would you guys be okay?”
Gem nodded slowly to Grian, Scar, and Skizz joining in soon.
i dunno who hes ate by but they're both havin a good time lol
despite being generally oblivious, he does actually seem to be pretty good at finding the best spots to rub at- it certainly makes the others more tolerant to letting him back in.
But how about Jim getting the big end of the stick? I also feel like tango would like it bc warm,,
jim... is conflicted about it, mostly- he is very nervous all the time and tango would really rather he chill tf out because his heartbeat is really loud and the constant questions of if hes still alive or wants out are interrupting his nap, jimmy
if they can figure out bird boy's total lack of pred skills then yeah, tango loves it in there. he loves hanging out with jimmy and being stored satisfies his netherborn instincts so well. he is the most comfy cozy ever
Thinking a bit about Prey!Martyn because no matter what scenario I come up with I cannot take this mfer seriously, he is both a little shit and a freak imo
For starters, Martyn knows that he is pretty edible and absolutely LOVES it. I see him as the type to enjoy being eaten because haha funny reactions and access to a free bed and transportation, but to a level that can be a bit off-putting to some. Alternatively, sometimes he just does it because he’s hella bored.
I’m talking him purposely sneaking himself into preds’ meals and drinks or even outright lying French girl style on top of a salad just so he can watch them go WTF in real time, or when someone even slightly references the idea of eating he will giggle and proceed to pour condiments on himself or try to jump into someone’s mouth completely unprompted.
And when a pred does humor him for once and decides to eat him, Martyn will say the most outlandish theatrical stuff while inside them that will make them either choke from laughing or instantly regret eating him, because even while being squished in someone’s belly he WILL NOT SHUT UP. One of the few that seems to be able to match this energy is Ren, with them probably roleplaying dumb scenarios because Martyn being eaten will always need to be THAT much more dramatic.
- 🐬
martyn is such an edible person fr he has no shame over it and will do anything to get inside someone else (i would eat him he deserves it)
generally that someone is ren because he is pupper and likes to eat things hes not supposed to, but they are fucking annoying if anyone else happens to stumble across them mid-nom.
"foul traitor who dareth to interrupt my lunch!! flee, lest ye head be cleaved and fed to the hounds!!" *and then martyn cackling like a madman from his spot in ren's hand
i would also like to point out that martyn has zero awareness of his affect on his preds and will regularly end up kicking people in the liver because he wasn't paying attention and having them end up keeled over in agony. im not positive he feels any shame about it either.
HIII sorrryyy i know youve got a lot of asks, so take as long as you want to get to this one- i just had to get this idea down before i forgot
There was an ask you answered a little bit ago about pred!skizz and it got me thinking about the spanners. I thought up a little short story thing i thought would be fun :>
Mumbos tired after a long day, and gets the idea to go to grian and ask him if he would mind eating him for the night, just so he can rest better. Grian, however, is also very tired after a long day, and he honestly doesnt want that responsibility right now. So the two of them, now wondering what to do and who to go to, slowly go to ask skizz if he would mind taking them. Safe to say, hes stoked. Im imagining grian and mumbo, eyebags and scruffed hair, stumbling down the stairs with a yawn, reluctantly asking skizz to do the honors, only to be met with the most energetic "YES" ever. Like hes all over the place "oh gosh! I cant believe i get to have two friends over for the night! This is awsome!- oh where did i put that (insert whatever is used to shrink people) again?? HOLD ON GRIAN- MUMBO- ILL BE RIGHT BACK-" as he dissapears into another room to collect whatever he needs. Its just funny thinking about him trying to go ahead and take care of the two while being so insanely energetic compared to grian and mumbo- who are probably just standing there half asleep waiting patiently to get some rest.
AGAIN- youve lots of asks. Take your time, dont burn yourself out :] just sliding this little post it note idea under your door to consider for whenever you have the time. Have a good day/night!
- the-sussy-imposter2
//absolutely love this, u get a story cuz im a sucker for skizzly and fluff, although its now like 12am and im eepy//
Skizz had been deeply concerned when his base mates approached him looking closer to zombies than living players. Mumbo, who—to be fair— usually looked sickly and tired, was flaunting dark circles beneath each eye and his tie was undone and hanging loosely around his neck. Grian looked little better, his usual red jumper wrinkled and his eyes seemed unfocused as his gaze wandered across Skizz’s form.
But then they had muttered out that they wanted him to eat them and suddenly nothing meant more to him than the two figures standing there with him on their bridge. They wanted Skizz to eat them. He nearly knocked the two over as he grasped their hands with an emphatic “YES!” before bounding off shouting nonsense to no one in particular and rummaging through chests and barrels for a shrinking potion. He quickly tossed it into the brewing stand with a handful of gunpowder and stood bouncing on his heels as he watched bits of blaze float up and evaporate.
Skizz watched from his peripheral as Grian and Mumbo meander into the base from outside, choosing to pause near the doorframe and simply observe the angel hype himself into a frenzy. It was genuinely endearing how excited he was just to hold them for the night. The brewing stand finished with a gentle bubbling, and Skizz barely waited for the sound to finish as he snatched the splash potion off of the table and guided the other Spanners over to their bed setup.
Mumbo and Grian sat down next to each other on one of the beds, patiently gazing up at Skizz with tired eyes as he fidgeted with the potion in his hands.
“You guys, like, really want me to do this, right? You don’t think-”
“Skizz. It’s fine. We trust you man. Now hurry up already, I’m absolutely spent.” Grian’s voice dripped with exasperation as he shifted his weight slightly, trying to keep himself upright as he felt himself melting into the mattress.
“Right, right, sorry G, I’m goin’,” Skizz grinned and tossed the potion against the wall slightly above the two, letting the potion splash down over them both as the bottle disintegrated. By the time either of them had finished blinking the bubbles out of their eyes, Skizz had already strode over and scooped them each up in one hand, carrying them over to his own bed and situating himself down on it.
“Ok,” Skizz beamed, “Who’s first?” Grian shrugged halfheartedly while Mumbo gestured in the avian’s direction with about as much energy as a slug. Skizz watched the redstoner yawn again, eyes drifting shut, and made a mental note to quell his enthusiasm for his sake- gently nodding an affirmation and lifting Grian carefully to his mouth.
“Great– good, alright– try to hold still, yeah? I don’t wanna accidentally nick ya’ or somethin’, ya’know?” He felt Grian give a sleepy nod and placed the avian inside, letting him rest softly on his tongue as he made sure the little form avoided his teeth. Skizz let his jaw click shut, pushing his friend towards the back of his throat and swallowing thickly. Grian went down surprisingly easy, and the angel couldn’t help but trace the weight down past his collarbone before remembering he still had Mumbo in his other hand, waiting patiently for his turn.
Skizz was much faster to situate the other in his maw, slightly more determined to get the swallowing over with so the poor mustached man could actually rest. Mumbo was slightly larger than Grian and it took one extra swallow before he was fully in his throat, Skizz now being able to focus on the smaller of the two settling deep in his core as the other passed his heart. He giggled to himself as he felt Grian shift deeper into what he assumed was one of the folds of his stomach, resting a hand comfortably over his abdomen as he stood up to blow out the torches around the room.
By the time Skizz had shimmied himself under the covers of his bed, he could feel both of his teammates nestled softly near his heart, curled close to eachother and breathing slowly. He tried to slow his own breathing to match them, but every movement they made set his heart aflutter with warmth. They both trusted him so much! They- they were truly, deeply confident that Skizz would be the best, most comfortable place to rest.
Skizz’s ‘protective-angely-instinct-whatevers’, as he had so dubbed them, were at an absolute high. He couldn’t keep his hands away from his stomach, even after he felt Mumbo push one of them away with a sleepy groan. It was like firecrackers under his skin every time he thought about them, tucked away, safe from everything there could possibly ever be to hurt them. Call him sappy or dramatic, but he loved these guys OK? He shifted onto his side, causing Grian and Mumbo to slide slightly, but they readjusted with little more than a yawn and Skizz took the opportunity to curl as much of himself as he could manage around his middle. He softly let out his own sleepy yawn before muttering a quiet “goodnight”.
“I love ya guys…” Skizz felt a slight movement, then a gentle pat against his stomach walls.“Love yah too, buddy.” “Yeah, g’night Skizz..” He smiled to himself, melting a bit more into the mattress. He was going to be teased relentlessly for this when the rest of ZiTS found out, but right now, full of two of his favorite people, he couldn’t bring himself to care.
Rancher vore i drew instead of working on the projects I’m supposed to be doing cuz I’m never normal about these two and jimmy is too edible for his own good. Ive also gone back to my monochromatic roots as the true coward i am. jimmy works so hard to not kill off his teammate by proxy and needs a break. Tango is more than happy for the company/snack~
