Useful Advice, For Any Interested.

I know understand, what people meant by having a character stuck in your head, I had a Laios type reaction to Sebastian (Seb). That fish has merged with my consciousness, I’m afraid he won’t leave.

I wanna nom my friends so bad, it could be a lil secret too.

Miscommunication go brrrrrr

The adventures of the notorious trio

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Ch-1: The adventure of Gondor

Word count: not done

Tags: sfw vore, Safe vore, soft vore, sfw g/t, angst, fearplay, not fanfiction,

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Ch-2: Not this again!

Not done

Imagine being in the belly of a generally hyper person

Bouncing left, right and centre. Like “STOP MOVING PLEASE, I did not just get eaten to be stuck in a bouncy castle!”

Gave me a good giggle this.

this is the funniest video ive ever seen in my life

I blame ‘ The click’ (aka the strangely attractive swede) for my conversion to tumblr-ism.

I once was like “I must study these funny little tumblr-ino’s”. To getting the app, and…

*insert Sméagol impression* “Precious, lovely precious”

I will never leave not even if god commanded it.

I used to say to think “ why, so do we have so much romantic nonsense!” (Halfy, because I didn’t care much for it my end either (romantic platonic…)) to: GIMME GIMME GIMME! ME MUST HAVE IT!

If Phil has a crop, maybe we can see a safe vore with a Sneeg in the future? I'm not insisting, it's just my presupposition.

I don't know under what circumstances he would have been there, but I'm sure he would have been scared.

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Or maybe not, and he needed to look at it from the inside, and he argued with Charlie that he could handle it.

And Phil is just like, "why does it have to be me 😮‍💨????"

YESS sneeg ABSOLUTELY gets eaten some point later on! And i think youve got it really accurate, he feels like the kinda guy to be reasonably against being eaten alive, but also- yknow if his friends are doing it, he might as well try it at least once. He trusts phil not to hurt him, and it gives him the chance to say hes been eaten and survived (which just makes him sound super cool and tough. When youre six inches tall, not a lot of people can say that)

Also yeah, id imagine it would go something like this

And then he procedes to stall for an hour until finally letting phil store him

Funny meme idea:

So ya know when the prey gets nommed, nearly escapes, then re-nommed, I feel like the audio: “I’M BACK IN THE BUILDING AGAIN” would work so well.

Good day everyone!

I like the trope in which a pred loses control and devours someone they care about deeply - and their feelings are what shields the prey from danger.

The predator's mind is clouded by hunger. All they want is to eat something, someone - and the first person they see is their friend/partner who is absolutely clueless about the pred's condition. Not until, of course, the pred roughly drops them on the floor and pins their hands down. The prey can't do anything but stare in those blank eyes above, at the dear face distorted with pain and desire. Into a dark gullet quivering with anticipation.

Maybe, they fight and scream, begging to be let go. Maybe, they freeze in fear, or attempt to reason their beloved. Or, maybe, they just relax, even smile a little, accepting their role as food for someone they've loved for so long. The end is the same for each: the prey is swiftly slurped up the pred's powerful throat and pushed into the hungry stomach clenching around them in a manner which makes it clear - there is no way the prey will be leaving this place any time soon...

Hours pass by...

Eventually, the pred obtains their senses back and realizes what they have done. It's already dark outside; digestion should be coming to an end by now. Tears instantly spill out of the pred's eyes as they hit their head in distress, calling themselves a monster and sobbing helplessly, curses upon themselves mixing with apologies to someone they think they've lost forever.

But a hesitant twitch within makes them stop howling.

A few new movements follow, and then the pred feels as two little hands begin to rub their belly from the inside. The voice of their precious friend/partner coos at them softly, comforting them, telling them it's OK, no harm has been done...

Is it a hallucination!?

In a flash, the pred spits their friend/lover out. The latter is coughing and cringing at sticky saliva coating them all over, but in general, they are perfectly fine. Before the prey can react, two strong arms wrap around them. The pred is crying.

- I thought... I thought I killed you... - They whisper, grasping at the wet back and shoulders of their beloved, still suspicious it's not them, but a ghost, a mirage...

- Shshsh... Easy, easy, my darling. You would never do that... You love me, don't you? I know you do: your stomach was so gentle and cozy, as if it knew I was in there... - The prey strokes the pred's hair and leans closer, giving their partner a good feel of their real, solid body.

The pred exhales in relief, still shaking.

It is truly a miracle.