As I Have Just Remembered Some Scenarios That I Daydreamed A Period Of Time Ago. (No Idea When)

Mean/sassy prey are one of most edible ones. Like what do you mean I won’t eat you, you just make yourself more tempting. Don’t bet on that I won’t eat you, you are going to lose.

“What are going to do? Eat me?” “You just make yourself more tempting”

Messing with prey is very fun. Teasing too. I advocate for teasing your prey.

Gave me a good giggle this.

this is the funniest video ive ever seen in my life

The Vore-tionary

Vore - the nomming community/ies

NSFW vore - for sexual enjoyment

SFW vore - for non-sexual enjoyment

Pred - The one who noms

Prey - The one who gets nommed

Soft vore - Prey gets swallowed whole

Hard vore - prey gets the gorier entrance/exit

Safe vore - prey remains unharmed

Fatal vore - prey stays dead

Oral vore - down the hatch they go

Anal vore - takes the other route

Protective vore - preys stays safe in the pred

Healing vore - pred’s internals heals the prey

Fandom vore - vore of characters from a fandom

Reformation - prey does a Jesus Christ

Common pred’s : mermaids, humans, OC’s, naga’s/lamia’s, etc.

Fandom vore tags :

P.s. fandom vore names are non-standardised, so it’ll be hard to find any, I will add any that I do find btw.

More people must see this!

more sketches of the muppet AU I said I'd draw more of! The only thing stopping me from turning any of this into 3D is the current weather...

side note: there are no hard rules to my muppet AU, it works on vibes and whatever is funniest for the scene. Try not to overthink any of it.

BONUS RANT

Absolutely! It is very frustrating when “freaky” communities gets treated by others who view and enforce their negative beliefs onto them. And as who hasn’t even been in the community that long (especially tumblr), I have seen a surprising amount of uncalled for bullying by people who I hope just don’t understand it and can learn to be mature about. it makes it difficult finding somewhere that I can find and chat with people who share the same interests and call a safe-space. However I haven’t much experience with this in particular it is something that should be said.

And finding / making safe-spaces for people who like “taboo” subjects (LGBTQIA+, vore, furry, etc.) are very important, because without them it will only worsen their health and people deserve to have somewhere that they can enjoy those things which they have/ would be ostracised for, without that fear. As it can help which can be seen today as their are many communities and people who seem quite happy because they can express themselves, and that is something that I wish will only keep improving, but it doesn’t even close to permanent sadly, due to the political situation that many people are in. Well I hope for the best.

Please stop scrolling. I'm tired, I have to go to bed. But please read this.

silly idea, hurt/comfort pred skizz prey gem, skizz has to keep gem safe! but he doesn't have time to explain before he's gulping her down. (is it tiny gem or is it giant skizz? either way works) but then he explains she's safe and he's so worried and frantic to make sure she's okay and knows she's safe that gem just goes 'aww skizz is just being skizz I'm perfectly safe, time to tease him instead of freaking out' - lilmia

Angel instinct to protect + small friend + deep dark = tummy jail; skizzy can’t help himself- he held off the urge for so long but warden was just too much and now he’s not able to make any noise or explain to his new prisoner that he’s not trying to eat them. Basically the moment he’s somewhere safe he just breaks down in apologies hugging his middle and gem can’t do anything but rub gently at him and reassure. Poor guy is just a softie at heart and he’s so scared of making his friends feel unsafe around him (not that he ever could)

Me: I can like things normally

Also me: immediately gets obsessed other thing I start to remotely like and dies if do not do that one thing for 10hrs straight.

Me: I ca dislike things normally

Also me: you are the scourge of all things, you are the plague to my paradise, begone

Why??? Why must you be this way brain, there is no dial there is only the lever.

The biggest struggle when it comes to post creation; is while trying to post about a scenario is not getting up caught up by your imagination while tying to write it down, it will incoherent at best (it’s too good).

It pretty much goes like this:

- *imagining scenerio*

- I must share! I love this too much not to.

- begins to write the post.

- gets to the scenerio part, and gets too excited to write coherently

- *starts imagining more scenerios*

- doesn’t even get anywhere near to finishing the post

>:(

Part 2

Once learning that this day wasn’t going to be his last, he decides to have a nap hoping that when he wakes it was a dream. Suprisingly, he falls asleep far faster than he ever had before given the smoothing ambiance and message in the stomach of the giant. As he fades to sleep, he thought that this is quite nice but dismisses as it is as absurd as one could imagine. Whilst he rests, his brother Billy, still in distress and disbelief, is soothed by the giant — who is also panicking, though hiding it. After a few tens of minutes, they plan on what to do next and they decide to go back to town, however risky that is. During the short journey, only a few hours now, they chat on how to handle the townsfolk and make sure they don’t overreact.

In the meantime, Sarah — unaware of what transpired — goes shopping trying to find some textiles that would go with the outfit in her sketchbook. As the shops were closed, she headed to the owners home to see if she could get it there. As she was about to open the door, she see’s a large humanoid creature in her periphery. Freaked, she jolts her head towards it, hoping it was merely a trick of the eyes, using her binoculars in her backpack she sees Billy atop the giants shoulder but not Floyd. Concerned on Floyd’s whereabouts, Sarah rushes to inform her father (the mayor) about the urgent matter. With the help of the local authorities she gets to the others.

Billy, noticing the town approaching, tells him to stop to avoid uproar. Soon after, he notices Sarah approaching, and tells him to lower him down. With the two together, Billy informs them of the matter. It goes as follows;

Billy crying and with a crackly voice: “I don’t know how to say this, but whatever you do, don’t panic. We have a lot more time than you might think.”

Sarah stirn yet distressed: “where is your brother?”

Billy barely believing it himself utters: “he... uhhh… got swallowed by the giant”

Sarah in shock: “what!? FUCK!!!” Trying to keep it together “how long does he have?! How do we get him out?!”

The giant overhearing the conversation responds “minimum three weeks, but as long as I keep swallowing the supplies, until he dies of old age. Maybe not event that”

Billy and Sarah both confused: “how in the hell does that work?! He should be dead in hours”

The giant: “that’s a long story”

During that time, the officers that overheard the conversation, look at each other with panicked faces. And realise that someone is going to have to climb into their mouth and go down his throat to secure the other. And agree without uttering a word that they are not doing that. Billy realising that too, volunteers if that is what they decide to do. Privately, the giant is excited at the premise of swallowing more prey as he used to do that to help his tribal friends heal from wounds that they couldn’t handle back in his day and boy did he find quite delicious. He even gave them nicknames based on their taste, like cookie, or sugar. Not knowing how much time has passed he hid them in fear of losing potential friends.

As the others return to town, the giant waits amongst the nearby mountain valley.

Rant

I dunno if this is just a me thing but I would really like to know why I like this the way I do let alone at all. Not why as in; it’s a manifestation of trauma etc. But why as in; why did my brain choose vore of all things instead of something more normal. Something that would put mean I’d worry of every getting “found out” and trying to explain myself. I suspect that this is enhanced by my autism, so it doesn’t help.

Because surely that wasn’t the actual reason I like this thing, some factor that I might have had control over. I could list so many things but I can’t really test those things. So I’ll never get an answer that will be sufficient. This feeling has continued to exist despite my (successful) work on not seeing this as a bad thing and something that I shouldn’t be ashamed of.