noireovertures

[noireovertures]

for you, my friend

what if i edited an old drabble of misaei and spark. what then??? well i don't know, but i did! and here it is :D

i've got no warnings for this one! it's just some tender soft/safe g/t vore :)

word count: ~700

Spark is always careful with him. 

From the moment he asks her, she makes sure he'll be comfortable and safe. She picks him up and looks him over - fixing his hair, preening his wings if they're messy, dusting him off. How long that takes her usually depends on how small he's feeling that day.

If they're both feeling playful enough, sometimes he'll struggle a little. Never enough to hurt himself (or her), but certainly enough to get Spark to mess with him a tad. She'll tease him with a lick or two and make a comment about his sweetness. Something about him tasting like a blueberry milkshake… And naturally, he'll protest the accusations of sweetness - he might be cute, but he isn't a sweet little dessert (except when he is).

Once they're done messing around, if they did at all, he's gently placed in her mouth. Spark will start to take her time now, especially in cases where he's not exactly bite-sized. 

Her mouth is warm and wet, and he loves to hear the little hum of satisfaction she makes when he hits her tongue. Sometimes, when he's small enough, she'll pin him to the roof of her mouth for a little while. He likes that part a lot, admittedly... The consistent pressure feels genuinely good after a long day. She'll keep him there for a little while, slowly working her way over him with her tongue. Slicking him up with saliva is very important for the next step, after all.

She waits for his signals to continue, gently teasing him if he's being fussy about it. (He's not fussy, though. Don't believe her.) Once he gives it to her, either by an affirmative chirp or a gentle pat on the tongue, she swallows.

The sound of it is thunderous, each gulp heralding a ripple of slick, strong muscle that pulls him deeper into his friend's body. It's like being sandwiched between blocks of slime, the pressure always nearly enough to squeeze the breath out of him, but not quite.

When he's not as small, that part takes much longer. The time between each swallow will vary, Spark having to take the time to slick him up before continuing. Sometimes it's because is Spark slowly dragging her tongue over his feathers, carefully coating them so his wings won't get stuck once they're further inside. Other times she's just pacing herself, trying to get a breath around the rather large lump of him in her throat. The waiting doesn't scare him. She knows what she's doing. He trusts her.

Occasionally, he can feel the esophagus pushing against him from the outside as he travels downward. Spark is tracing his descent with her fingers, patiently waiting for him to arrive at his destination. As he listens to the steady thump of her heartbeat and the great fwooshes of air entering and leaving her lungs, ever so aware of her all around him, he knows she's just as aware of him.

At the end of his descent, he always tumbles a bit. He spills out into her stomach, sometimes splashing into little pools of saliva and acids that luckily he's quite immune to at the moment. His wings flutter as he rights himself, hands grasping for purchase against the walls of the slippery organ. Spark laughs, the sound of it slightly muffled above him. He must be tickling her again.

Once he's comfortably curled up and settled, it isn't long before he'll feel her hand pressing in on him. She wants to check on him, to ask how he's doing. Sometimes he's doing better now that he's with her, other times he's fine to begin with. Right now though, he's content… and a little sleepy. Spark accepts that reply with a chuckle and a "sleep well, Miso".

He thanks her with a small yawn, before curling in on himself a bit more. As he shuts his eyes, he notices the gentle swaying of what is Spark likely walking around and getting ready to head to bed herself.

He appreciates her doing this for him, truly.

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Opinions on witch preds that turn into various animals to get into small places to snack on tinies?

!!!

i love witches n i love shape-shifting preds so... i think they're very clever and deserve their snacks :>

like... turning into snakes or cats or perhaps ferret-like creatures or rodents even as a choice of form? and if you like fearplay/scare elements, you could have some false sense of security if maybe the tinies are used to certain animals or work with them in their societies. or, OR, it could all be a game to the witch and tinies, testing one or both parties on cleverness or casting ability! lots of fun possibilities

not to mention, it definitely makes me want a witch pred! thank you for the ask!

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Good day everyone!

Warning: plant pred/human prey; angst; a character in pain; platonic relationships; healing vore, yet open ended.

I've been haunted by some thoughts on a sci-fi story where a crew of an exploratory space ship includes two best friends: 1) a sentient plant with mimic abilities who works as a paramedic; 2) a tough female warrior rescued from a planet which inhabitants are stuck in their equivalent of our medieval era - her job is to protect her new mates during missions outside of the ship.

The plant is carnivorous and needs to hunt periodically. Yet, it refuses to devour anyone of the crew due to the attachments it has formed and the moral code it has learnt to respect communicating with other races. Also the plant doesn't have a gender, but goes with she/her pronounce, appears as a human girl and calles itself Nova. Meanwhile, Nova's tough friend is Valerik.

One day, when the ship lands on another planet, those who go on the first mission are assaulted by the local tribes. Valerik, shielding a crew member, gets severely wounded. Weak and whimpering, she is brought back on board.

There it's discovered that her body is infected with a very strong poison of unknown origin.

Nova and other doctors try to find the antidote, but, no matter what they do, nothing seems to work. Meanwhile, Valerik has to endure horrible pain violating her entire body; it can be barely blocked by medications. It only grows stronger as days pass by, causing the woman to scream and cry in despair, unable to sleep, or eat, or at least distract herself from the feeling of her bones being tied in knots.

Nova can't watch her dear friend suffer this much anymore. She shows up at the Valerik's door with a risky proposal.

Sometimes plants of Nova's kind can heal other creatures by processing them and keeping the cells alive within while the recipient's immune system is studying the problem and producing the cure. Afterwards, the "prey" gets reconstructed. Yet, there is no way to predict if the outcome will be successful; some plants have been registered consuming the cells they've been assigned to carry for their bodies were powerless to do anything with diseases they faced.

Therefore, if Nova was to "eat" Valerik, the latter might never come back...

Nova explains everything to her friend and asks her if the warrior agrees to try this last solution. The plant admits that she can't give any credits for Valerik recovering soon: the process might take months, or even years to complete. It may not end well at all. However... at least the woman would be saved from pain.

Valerik is deeply touched by her friend's care. Despite the risks, she accepts Nova's offer. The poison would kill her anyway, sooner or later. With that in mind, becoming a part of her friend, temporarily or permanently, doesn't seem to be a bad alternative.

Nova informes the staff about the experiment, then returns to Valerik. The plant shows her true form: long flexible vains coil around the warrior's limp body and gingerly tug it into a huge blue blossom which gently closes around its prey, encapsulating her into a soft live cocoon.

The woman looks around. Sweet honey scent lingers in the chamber. Fluorescent walls soothe her restless mind with gentle shimmering. The woman's form slightly sinks into pliant, warm folds beneath - lying here already eases soreness in her joints...

Yet, suddenly, Valerik's breath hitches in her throat. Admiring the view, she hasn't been paying attention to the thick vains squeezing her legs and torso with more determination than before, firmly holding her in place while smooth flesh of the plant suddenly begins to ooze and ominously sizzle with viscous dark liquid.

Before she starts panicking, a familiar small hand lays on her forehead.

- N-Nova? - Valerik mummbles, stunned, blinking at her friend sitting nearby.

- Yes, darling, it's me. - Nova, her human form coos, stroking the woman's hair. - How are you feeling?

- ...I'm scared. - Valerik confesses, flushing in shame. Her red cheek receives a loving kiss.

- I know... It's OK. I won't hurt you, Valerik. My body will be exceptionally careful; it will make you feel very, very good. Plus, you won't be alone! All the way through, I will be here, with you, talking to you, and you can tell me anything that concerns you, sweetheart.

Soon, slimy juices begin to flood the "stomach"; petals, which looked so fragile and tender from the outside, tighten around the prey with unexpected force.

- Digestion is starting. - Nova replies at Valerik's confused gaze. - I know you've been hurting, badly, but once my acids touch you, your turmoil will end. It's scary, and you want to fight, I get it - and I won't blame you if you try, it's a normal reaction! But... trust me - all I want is to help. Just let go. Let me do this for you.

- I... I believe you, Nova. - Valerik smiles meekly. - I'll try.

Eventually, her muscles relax; the vains loosen their grip too and slide into their invisible gaps. Valerik's clothes swiftly drinks in the juices, making her skin tingle at the contact.

At first, sensation is rather unpleasant - the warrior has to force herself from jerking away. Yet, as the liquid is gradually rubbed into her skin, she notices changes.

The pain is gone. Dissolved into nothing.

Valerik gasps, shoked... then rolls her eyes with a long, satisfied groan.

- Oh, Gods... That's... Incredible!..

Nova barely holds away sobs as she watches Valerik laughing - and turning into formless goo down below. She brings the woman closer to her chest, their hands entwined.

- Thank you so much... - The warrior breathes out, her eyes sparkling with childish joy.

- Your welcome, Valerik... - The plant whispers, affectionately stroking the woman in her hold, eyes never leaving a peaceful face of her precious friend.

Valerik has already fallen asleep, exhausted after a row of insomniac nights, with a wide smile on her pale, bitten lips.

She is numb and relieved, at last.

.......

When Nova is back at work, her colleagues do their best to cheer her up. The plant grins and pretends to be fine. Nevertheless, when no one is looking, her face drops.

She takes off her work robe and looks at herself in the mirror.

Intentionally, she has given her avatar a rounded belly; Valerik is digesting slowly, and Nova wants to be aware of this even while being in disguise. Her hands idly caress the lump - it's still solid and full, and it will remain like this for a good week.

But nothing draws her attention more than her forearms covered in greenish patterns. They are moving and lighting up ever so often, separate tiny dots dancing like fireflies from her elbows to the neck, tangling into complicated shapes and stars of immence beauty.

Those are the cells, Valerik's soul tucked safely beneath Nova's skin where no one and nobody can hurt her again. The plant traces them with remorse on its pretty human face. Nova wishes things would never come this far. Now, she has eaten someone she loves so devotedly...

...Who knows if they ever see each other again?..

The only excuse she finds for herself is the last gleeful smile adorning Valerik's angelic face at her last moments.

In upcoming future, all the plant's body will be covered in swirling lines of cells travelling around in its veins. Sometimes, when Nova's grief will consume her mind, warm green light will embrace her crooked form, as if Valerik was trying to comfort her, reminding Nova she is still around, loyal to their bond.

Nova will never give up on her.

Even if hundreds of years must be taken away, she will still wait for her friend to wake up...

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i miss posting on here... but tbh i dunno what i would even post about now. maybe polish off stuff in my drafts...?

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Give 'em hell for me.

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hello all. unfortunately i think this will be my last post here for some time.

the state of things in this community disappoints me greatly and it is Impossible to avoid it and still find any enjoyable content.

and in regards to making content of my own, i think the ways i have grown most comfortable writing this trope would not agree with the sensibilities of a lot of people! and that's fine, not really upset about that. (that's what having prime is for /j at least someone will always be willing to listen)

more upset that i thought i finally had found the right place to express myself around when i turned 18. but things have just been cyclically miserable around here for roughly a year now. and ive seen things be more disjointed... but honestly, i think this is the most tension i've seen here in ages. and mmm, can't do it.

if you'd like to strike up a less tumblr-centric friendship, feel free to ask. but i guess i'll see you all later o/

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self indulgent comfort doodles that i thought might resonate w some of you guys

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hi. what the fuck.

i don't want to talk at length about what ive been seeing in the tags recently. but i also don't want to perpetuate harmfulness in this community, especially considering the considerable amount of minors and otherwise vulnerable people who take refuge here.

from here on out, my blog's content is going to be solidly rated at 16+. i will likely no longer directly interact with people who are more than 5 years younger than myself, because it now makes me uncomfortable. i will not be blocking people right off the bat, but i will be unfollowing and will no longer follow you back if you're not in my age bracket. to that end, if i ever make you uncomfortable you are more than welcome to block me!

as far as the content of this blog goes, it won't really change. i still find the most comfort in protective, platonic, and familial vorish tropes and that is what i will draw and write as a result. but i most definitely will not be visually depicting any of my younger characters in those situations. i already only ever have implied their existence in my drawn work (as a mere mention or aside in the tags abt their relation to drawn characters), but now i'm absolutely not sharing anything here that isn't simple g/t content of my characters who are under 18. i do not care to have my intent or works misconstrued and at the moment this is not a place i trust not to do that.

i wish i'd had a safe place and people to explore these interests with when i was younger, i wish i hadn't been exposed to or exposed myself to harmful content. but all of this upsets and scares me. makes me glad i chose to lurk until well after i was 18.

if things get better i may be less choosy about the work i want to share. but right now you're only getting what feels safe for me.

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thinking about a pred and prey finally getting what they had both been yearning for from the start.

thinking about the pred, carefully curled around themself with two hands resting over their slightly distended middle, kneading the soft flesh of their belly and humming under their breath, swelling with the honourable pride that comes with being a home.

thinking about the prey, knees pressed to their chest and eyes shut, serene, all their worries untangling from their mind and being replaced with the quiet heartbeat and gurgling of their companion’s natural temple, impossibly content with their snug arrangement.

they had been so silly to think that the other wouldn’t be interested.

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guys, if you interact with mostly fetish blogs, im going to treat you as a fetish blog yourself, which means you get an instant block.

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WELL since you have read Part of getting in deep now. What are your thoughts on will eating Louis so far. What are your Feelings. I need to Know

it HAS been a hot minute since i read through the first part n started reading the second....... but auauuauauAUUUU. i had MANY thoughts and feelings including gems like: "okay and what if i cried about it!!!" or "… so close, so protected, so trapped. yeah that's gonna stick w/ me for a while. wails" or "go on. put him in your mouth. let’s not die of co2 poisoning together king"

i was erm, slightly sleep deprived and a bit ill for some of my reading iirc but i had a great time and there was much wailing and internal screaming. i think about them sometimes and then my brain is just confetti explosion, y'know?

also i love them very much in case that wasn't clear. i want to spin them on a rotating plate. (really should get back to reading tbh, but there just aren't enough spoons in the day)

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*t-poses cutely*

hey...... talk to me about characters eating each other? (or my ocs if you want to open that can of beasts)

in a chatty mood lately so asks would be very much appreciated :'D

i have a larger post i am still working on but uh. it's taking me a while

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Guess who’s alive and has a new pred? I might post some sketches of the character later buuuuuttt This is Captine Brine! A Pirate Slime character, I noticed there were not really any white slimes, sure there were pastel but where’s my love for odd slime colours.

Captain brine is a quiet, interesting fellow, Doesn’t care for gender nor has one so they will dismiss what ever pronoun you use for em as long as you’re showing them absolute respect, acting childish or loud toward them will grant you with a trip to their ‘stomach’ in an effort to muffle you and give you punishment.

They have no mouth but will use their tentacles as their main method of consumption, either pushing you through the face or making an opening on their thin outer layer on the tentacles, the layer being to prevent acids from burning up things and to act as a protective layer to keep out unwanted objects. Will push you down the thick Tendrils, their single eye squinting as you are pushed into their back, them leaning backward fiddling with the tight ribbon on their waist, loosening to comfortably fit you in their abdomen.

Though do be careful! While Captain Brine may be able to switch off their internal acids, They may choose to melt you down as part of their body if they deem so, fortunately it is completely painless. But when that does happen they’ll sneak away to their Captain’s cabin, heading into the darkness and closing the door with their many tendrils and sitting down on their seat, leaning back as their tentacles massage at their stomach.

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preds have all the power?? uhh but what if I bite you in there?? checkmate

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also since i'm in a talky mood... would love to inform the populace that i finished a human design for my sona before their main one lmao

i'll put it below the cut w/ some fun facts for your trouble (since for some reason i'm a lil nervous about recognition even though like. half the people following me here already Know me)

behold! a noire!

most stuff about this design is the same as the regular one i teased like a year ago... (hair texture, freckles, piercings) but since they exist in a VERY different context than a silly avian that wants to eat you, there are some notable differences!

this noire is a carver, a supernaturally gifted assassin-turned-spy under the employ of idris. they're a high-ranking carver within their internal hierarchy and are quite good at what they do. they're primarily stealth reliant, but have a good grasp on their powers and use them when given the opportunity :)

he's also from a world where people from different regions have developed different natural abilities and the one they inherited happens to enable them to do something called "keeping" (... as in keep safe. as in to hold. as in to hold within).

and sometimes that world's story is just a video-game for meta reasons so prime and i can giggle about game plot storytelling and how it'd affect ocs not from said world

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i was just trying to make some textual edits and now all of you know tess. i hope you like her???

ACK i didn't mean to post tess yet--

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