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lostcarnival2017-08-24 10:22 pm
tacosgay) wrote in lostcarnival2017-08-24 10:22 pm
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welcome to the toaster oven
Who: Foster and Taako.
When: Day 150
Where: Trailer 18
What: Taako and Foster hang out in their newly-shared trailer and talk. It turns predictably nsfw.
Warnings: nsfw conversation, and potentially nsfw acts? Who knows with these two. UPDATE: holy shit this thread got messy and gross. PROBABLY SKIP THIS IF YOU AREN'T RAILE OR ME.
Taako is bored. It's not an unusual sensation for him, given just how quiet things have been since their return from Portland, but it never gets any easier to deal with; at least his recent change of residence has done something to liven things up.
Life with Foster is... well, unpredictable, though he's actually been keeping somewhat more quiet, himself, than Taako had previously expected. Honestly, the two of them have rarely had time to sit down and chat when there wasn't some kind of crisis going on, whether emotional or otherwise, leaving Taako entirely unsure of what, exactly, he was signing up for when he decided to move in with him... which is an act that even he isn't sure of his motivation for. However, he has become aware, since Zim's disappearance, of one thing about himself that he never plans to reveal to anyone: quiet makes him nervous. Not quiet as in a slow day, lazing around with no major plans or battles to fight, but true quiet, as in the entire absence of some kind of background noise or presence.
Is it kind of like loneliness? Taako, the aloof and self-serving, feeling lonely. That's a laugh.
Either way, at least, since he's changed residences, that sense of unease, whatever it may be, has disappeared, though it's left him with the entirely new unease of daily life with Foster. For as inwardly-focused as Foster is from day to day, the moments in which he speaks out loud are always... surreal. Primarily because Foster seems to be... fairly detached, and not in the same way that Taako is, although they do also seem to share a sense of emotional distance from most others. Honestly, Taako prefers his roommates this way; no digging into his business and his feelings, trying to get juicy tidbits about the life and times of Taako out of him. They just coexist and try to survive together.
But no, Foster also seems to be detached from things in a more literal way; like he sees a different world from the one Taako does. Admittedly, the shit he said before, about blood and needing to hurt and all that, was pretty offputting-- but the more Taako talks to him about it, the more he kind of begins to understand what he means, and the more it--
Well, "makes sense" isn't really the right choice of words, but at least Taako is pretty sure the guy isn't some walking sadomasochistic horror story. Or, well, okay, he is, but not one Taako has reason to be personally afraid of, anyway. The only person he really seems to have it out for is himself. As long as that violence stays inwardly-focused, Taako's chill with him, although he does hope he's not going to try and do something weird and spooky like store his own blood in their room again. That was weird, and not in a good way.
At least he's pretty sure Foster isn't about to go on a slasher movie-style massacre across the circus, though he also wouldn't be hugely shocked if he did.
Maybe he could have chosen a safer roommate. Oh well. Too late now.
At any rate, today is a slow day on which Taako is simply sprawled across his chosen bed-- the bed Foster's previous roommate used to inhabit. The mattress isn't stained with old blood, like Foster's own bed is, and he's not exactly about to uproot the guy from his own bed anyway, or start sharing it with him just because they maybe boned that one time.
Just the once.
Using Levitate, Taako is currently attempting to gingerly stack random items from around the room into a tower on the table. Carefully, he turns the Mockingbird gum he brought with him onto its end, trying to set it atop the book he placed underneath it.
It immediately falls off and topples to the floor.
"Fuck me."
When: Day 150
Where: Trailer 18
What: Taako and Foster hang out in their newly-shared trailer and talk. It turns predictably nsfw.
Warnings: nsfw conversation, and potentially nsfw acts? Who knows with these two. UPDATE: holy shit this thread got messy and gross. PROBABLY SKIP THIS IF YOU AREN'T RAILE OR ME.
Taako is bored. It's not an unusual sensation for him, given just how quiet things have been since their return from Portland, but it never gets any easier to deal with; at least his recent change of residence has done something to liven things up.
Life with Foster is... well, unpredictable, though he's actually been keeping somewhat more quiet, himself, than Taako had previously expected. Honestly, the two of them have rarely had time to sit down and chat when there wasn't some kind of crisis going on, whether emotional or otherwise, leaving Taako entirely unsure of what, exactly, he was signing up for when he decided to move in with him... which is an act that even he isn't sure of his motivation for. However, he has become aware, since Zim's disappearance, of one thing about himself that he never plans to reveal to anyone: quiet makes him nervous. Not quiet as in a slow day, lazing around with no major plans or battles to fight, but true quiet, as in the entire absence of some kind of background noise or presence.
Is it kind of like loneliness? Taako, the aloof and self-serving, feeling lonely. That's a laugh.
Either way, at least, since he's changed residences, that sense of unease, whatever it may be, has disappeared, though it's left him with the entirely new unease of daily life with Foster. For as inwardly-focused as Foster is from day to day, the moments in which he speaks out loud are always... surreal. Primarily because Foster seems to be... fairly detached, and not in the same way that Taako is, although they do also seem to share a sense of emotional distance from most others. Honestly, Taako prefers his roommates this way; no digging into his business and his feelings, trying to get juicy tidbits about the life and times of Taako out of him. They just coexist and try to survive together.
But no, Foster also seems to be detached from things in a more literal way; like he sees a different world from the one Taako does. Admittedly, the shit he said before, about blood and needing to hurt and all that, was pretty offputting-- but the more Taako talks to him about it, the more he kind of begins to understand what he means, and the more it--
Well, "makes sense" isn't really the right choice of words, but at least Taako is pretty sure the guy isn't some walking sadomasochistic horror story. Or, well, okay, he is, but not one Taako has reason to be personally afraid of, anyway. The only person he really seems to have it out for is himself. As long as that violence stays inwardly-focused, Taako's chill with him, although he does hope he's not going to try and do something weird and spooky like store his own blood in their room again. That was weird, and not in a good way.
At least he's pretty sure Foster isn't about to go on a slasher movie-style massacre across the circus, though he also wouldn't be hugely shocked if he did.
Maybe he could have chosen a safer roommate. Oh well. Too late now.
At any rate, today is a slow day on which Taako is simply sprawled across his chosen bed-- the bed Foster's previous roommate used to inhabit. The mattress isn't stained with old blood, like Foster's own bed is, and he's not exactly about to uproot the guy from his own bed anyway, or start sharing it with him just because they maybe boned that one time.
Just the once.
Using Levitate, Taako is currently attempting to gingerly stack random items from around the room into a tower on the table. Carefully, he turns the Mockingbird gum he brought with him onto its end, trying to set it atop the book he placed underneath it.
It immediately falls off and topples to the floor.
"Fuck me."
WE ALL DO
"... uh huh," he says, his voice a bit too high. "Okay, well, this is a real treat. I'm gonna go get those glasses and see if I can't set you up so you can, uh, work all this out."
With that, he picks himself up, heading over to retrieve them from the trailer's little kitchen. They're clean, which is nice, and there are a few, which is also nice: plenty of material to work with. Taako carefully stacks a few, and then brings them back to where he's sure Foster can see; he catches his eye, and then smirks, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Got any special shape or size in mind?"
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It's an intensifying excitement, standing in its spiral as it consumes him, escalating and enveloping him and holding him, the hooks inside his head keeping him captive to his own thoughts as fantasy overtakes reality yet again.
It's not hard to do. What happens inside his head, is, after all, so absorbing--so much more real, something fulfilling in a way the outside world generally... fails him.
And the improbability that it could really be that simple made it a lot harder for Foster to hold onto; the physical product of the conversation had been sort of lost in the process.
He's briefly perplexed by Taako's return to a concrete product as a result, and makes eye contact with Taako only fleetingly before his gaze fixes pensively on the glasses. Ostensibly, this is not a question he should have any difficulty with; if anything, it's hard only because he knows the specifics so thoroughly that articulating it is... baffling.
"...uh. Fuck. Haha." Thinking about the physical object makes him want it more--it's tangibly harder to think about simply because he's thinking about it. "Wait. uh. Does your... elf world have... uh, vibrators?"
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"That's a whole other enchantment that I'm not all that familiar with, though, seeing as I don't spend a whole lot of time magically crafting pretend dicks, so, uh... sorry."
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Foster is actually no longer sure; he's certain, in his current state, that he could have imagined it, could have made it all up...?!
He doesn't know, and so doesn't question it. Instead he closes his eyes, trying to think--to (not?) feel, to remember what he wants.
"Just... some texture. And like... two...? Two inches. Or--I don't care. Just... something." He's slightly out of breath, breathless, breathy. Or maybe it's just too... wet... to sound normal. He's forgetting to swallow again, forgetting how to swallow. Or both. He's not very attractive, anyway.
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Maybe Taako is biased, given they had an entire argument based on the fact that they look somewhat similar, but still.
At any rate, Taako quirks an eyebrow, and entertains the thought of teasing Foster about his specifications being so vague- and that he hasn't specified exactly which direction he wants it to be "two inches" in-- but he figures that, if he does that, he risks pushing the dude right off the deep end and into another discourse meltdown, and he's really not in the mood for it at the moment. So, instead, he rests a hand on the glasses, winks at Foster (why?), and then begins transmuting the glass-- really, just using transmutation to reshape it, since he isn't actually changing the physical properties...
That's nerd shit. Anyway, he starts his work, the toy taking shape on the tabletop, sitting up on its end; he shapes it to Foster's specification, and throws some texture in, as requested, in the form of some ripples and nubs.
After a few seconds of focus, of shaping, the glasses are mostly gone, save for some odds and ends of glass shaped as though they've been melted; beneath Taako's other hand lays a freshly-created glass dildo, shiny and thick and ribbed for Foster's pleasure.
"There you go, my man. How's this work for you?"