Tumblr Edition

sometimes you just need want to get eated by your wife in field of flowers and relax and cuddle and-

Rant

I hate bigots so much. I don’t understand why you would hate a person based on the fact you don’t understand them. I have friends like that, and usually consider unfriending them but I don’t have a lot of other people. I know I’m aplatonic and generally’d rather have no friends anyways but ya know. Drives me up the wall, and sad. Why? Just why? It just hurts.

I have a DNI for reason, I have a deep personal hatred for those people, I nearly can’t stand them. I feel like a hypocrite, having a connection makes it so much harder to leave, even if it’s not good for you. It sucks so much

Get nommed

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

What would you do if found out your friend was a size shifter?

Like imagine you saw your friend a few minutes ago but now re-acquainted but there now two inches tall. I imagine an incidental staring contest begins as they both realise: my friends a size shifter and he knows! I’d probably pick him up and give him little had pats with my finger as he sits on my palm.

On of my favourite things about soft vore is how intimate and wholesome it can be. For example; you could be having a tough time and the person who you mutually love (platonically or romantically) could let you into their warm, squishy embrace of their stomach whilst listened to comforting sound of their heart as you protected from the dangers from the outside world. It is so truly adorable and heartwarming,

I’m sorry Miku fans, but

Teto > Miku

19 let’s gooo!

By the way I had my birthday towards the end of December. so now I’m 15 and posting vore shit rather than 14 and posting vore shit somehow now it feels more dignified.

Preds who fuss and coo over how cold you are, before scooping you up and gently sliding you into their mouth. They're terribly still, just letting you lay there for awhile, before swallowing you down.

Just thought of this idea with my friends in a discord server

A cold blooded comfort pred, their stomach isn’t hot or anything, just a liiiittle warm, but it’s very squishy and comfy, definitely something to relax in all day

I like to imagine that they’re a pred commonly also used for friends who just want a place to chill in :3

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.