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reblog if you need unconditional love and affection from someone 20 times your size. or if you hate capitalism.

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!!!

some aggie doodles .......

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i am going to Boop You All

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:o3

Happy Trans Visibility Day! here is my silly clown gal for your enjoyment

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um. hi

warm-up doodles for my friends...,

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me .. shhh

my Clown Designs !!! 🤡🌈

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trying different colors :o)

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I'm still waiting on that art trade /lh

-Q

i have no idea who this cld be . cld you dm me on discord n remind me? i've had A Lot on my plate n hardly any time to draw as of late. i apologize for this :"]

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woah

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MEOW

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little color test doodle of maddie

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the feminine urge to curl up inside a warm, breathing belly as a way to escape from the horrors of the real world

nothing would make me feel more secure than being cradled in the hands of someone so unfathomably giant and so, so, so kind. i need that right now. i need to be cared for. the thought of tender fingers curling around me as their maw opens up, a large, soft tongue curling around me slowly, reminding me of what i'm getting myself into. they'd be taking their time so as not to alarm me. with every twitch and jolt of my tiny body they would hesitate, afraid to startle me. as they hold their mouth open, warm breaths akin to that of a sugary-scented summer's breeze would wash over me in a steady, rhythmic pace. i would imagine the movement of their lungs as they breathe, envisioning each organic swell and contraction. they'd take pleasure in knowing what all i'd be thinking, aware after a certain point that my sheepish behavior is not fear, but rather,, something more light-hearted.

and then, i'd be pulled in. the light from the outside world would fade, replaced by a pitch-blackness unlike anything else. it's a comforting, breathing darkness that swallows me whole. this darkness is alive, and it tells me to simply relax. there is no need to strain my eyes with the light in an obnoxious, heartless world. darkness inside of them is where i find peace. besides, i know i'm not alone. if i was alone, the ground would not be shifting and squirming. there would be a soft *squelch* as the saliva trapped underneath their tongue is shifted about, eliciting a chuckle from me. i'd almost be able to feel the way they'd smile around me, knowing at the very least that they got me to laugh if nothing else. my laugh would trail off as my hands brush against their teeth, sharpened at the tips and yet completely harmless to me. to the lasagna i fixed from earlier, no, but i'm alive. i'm a person. they're free to tear into that lasagna as much as they'd like, matter of fact! i worked hard on it. me, however? i'm delicate to them. they know they must be gentle with me. they'd never use their teeth to hurt me. though, i do recognize that they'd like me to pay attention to those teeth of theirs. their tongue, soft and folded underneath me, would move to poke at the divot in one of their molars, bringing my attention to it in the process. i'd smooth my trusting hand over their molar and thumb at every individual detail. it's fascinating, really. i think a big reason why vore intrigues me so much to begin with is because it's all so terribly captivating. everything is alive, and everything alive surrounds me. it's comforting.

i really think we need to appreciate just how nice mouths are, y'know? i think that's an underrated part in vore. there's so much material, and yet it goes untouched for the most part, but i digress

we'd need to move on eventually. their maw would start to fill up with drool, and since i would have been anticipating the upcoming part, i'd already be comfortable and prepared for their tongue to lift, lift, lift, and send me sliding down their throat into a hot, pulsing abyss. every inch of my body would be coated in a thick blanket of slobber by this point, and i imagine that'd definitely make the journey down their esophagus much, much easier. i think most people fail to realize just how challenging it'd be to swallow someone whole without chewing, regardless of their size. or maybe we choose to overlook it bc vore can't technically exist at all irl anyway idk. i like to ramble lol

at some point, the tight, throbbing walls of their gullet would transition into a different space. i'd slip inside, recognizing my ability to move around and get comfortable unlike the other organ i was squeezed into after their swallow. as i'd lean my head back against the fleshy abdominal wall behind me, i'd feel a lack of resistance comparable to a beanbag chair and how it feels to lay in one. the walls would adjust to this new weight, moving to surround me. i would be cradled and held. adored instinctively. their stomach doesn't obviously have cognitive thought, but somewhere within the deep recesses of their mind, their brain perceives me as being more than just sustenance. i am loved here. this is my safe space, and nobody else would be able to agree. that is how i want this to be. if i could write my name somewhere in here, i would. that wouldn't last very long, though.

not a word would be exchanged between the two of us, and yet our silence holds more weight than anything we could say. my throat would feel dry, and i'd swallow a few times before raising my hand to pat at the lining of their precious gut. they'd laugh outwardly, and i'd know that if i could purr, i would be doing it. the tension in my muscles would dissolve into warmth, spreading throughout my small body. i am fragile and exposed, but that is how i like it. it's nice to feel small while being small.

for them, i'm unsure how they'd feel. i like to think that, while unnatural, this process would be enjoyable for them. the stinging ache behind their collarbone would be evidence of me, a reminder of the tiny body they carried into a comforting space. their soft fingers would rub at their neck, gracing over the spot near their adam's apple where i once was. they'd swallow again, feeling the bob of their throat. their hand would trail down to their stomach, pausing right above the taut flesh above their belly. with every rise and fall of my chest they'd feel movement, and they'd attempt to mimic it. i think they'd take in every foreign sensation one at a time, and i'd appreciate that. we're both still new to this, after all.

as they'd adjust themselves to get comfortable in bed, my environment would slowly move with me. i'd wait until i could no longer feel their movement, and then i'd curl up on my side in a small pool of gastric juices and drool. though very muffled, i'd hear the smacking of their lips and their deep, pleased hums as they savor what would be left of my recognizable taste clinging to the surfaces of their mouth. i might even hear them licking their fingers. i'd roll my eyes and bury my face into my arms, only to lift my head upon realizing that my arms are coated in slime. silly me. how could i forget? even with the constant drum of a strong heartbeat and the churning from below of a meal i prepared hours ago for them sounding all around me?

"you're a dork," i'd call out to them, my voice audibly cracking after so long of having nothing to say. the rumbling laughter that would surround me and the way their walls would squeeze around me briefly would remind me of just how small and frail i truly am within them.

"says the one who asked to be eaten earlier," they'd tease, a hint of playfulness evident in their tone. i'd scoff.

"yeah, well, i know you enjoy it. you'd be a liar to say you don't like the aftertaste i left in your mouth earlier," i would reply. they'd pause, and then i'd hear a hum without reply. being the way i am, i'd take that as surrender. not that it mattered. they'd be in a more lovey-dovey mood anyway.

the way they'd yawn would send chills speeding up my spine despite the hot, stale air within the depths of their insides. i'd reciprocate the yawn and then settle in contentedly once and for all within them, finding peace in the silence that would arise again. sometimes i like the silence between us more anyway. it's nice to enjoy your presence, especially when it's all that i can enjoy, really. i'm trapped within you. there's nothing else to focus on. everything is you. everything i look at, smell, hear, breathe in... it's you. it's all you.

thanks for that. i like being here. maybe we can do this again sometime?

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clown vore will be real in 7 seconds

i also love drawing paws so. smiles

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PLUMMIE INTRO TIME !!! 🌈✨️

(figured i'd wind up making one of these at some point! i'd like for folks to know the clown behind the screen 🫶)

hi there !! i'm Plum, and this is my NONSEXUAL, SFW, PRIVATE vore blog !!! i mainly use this acct to share my voreesque interests and art, but i also might tend to go off topic from time to time simply bc i wld like for folks to know the lore behind the characters i post here :-]

when it comes to me, the clown running this page, i am an autistic demiromantic lesbian demigirl and your local Silly Clown Enthusiast 🤡!!! though i also dabble in horror media (analog horror, horror games, anything to do w body horror if i'm being honest, etc), video games (lethal com//pany, terr//aria, fear & hun//ger, un//dertale ... etc), and ... yes. i do RP. b4 you raise your brows at me, i am a Huge fan of role-playing w my characters in a Nonsexual fashion in the sense that i love to world-build n create stories w my friends !!! that is simply The Gist of it. occasionally i will RP vore, but i am terribly picky abt who i do that w bc of the icky yucky folks on here. if we aren't friends, i prolly won't RP w you.

as of rn, my interest in vore remains very specific. i like vore as a comfort, as a plot device, and as a concept to use in world-building. this is not a Kink blog. you will not find any of that here. i have my boundaries when it comes to how i like vore, and i can tell you that NSFW vore is not for me and will never be for me. i also am not the biggest fan of Fatal, Full-tour, Object, and Robot vore. my heart lies w endosama n exploration. when i was a kid, what Rlly got me interested in vore as a subject were the Magic School Bus episodes where everybody wld explore around a body. THAT is what i like! the thought of existing inside another living, breathing creature, observing every warm intricate detail ... i like that! it's so fascinating to me! but i wld be lying if i said i didn't like to turn off my brain n think abt curling up in a safe belly for a while. that's where the Comfort aspect derives from.

most of what you'll find on this blog will be my Clown Kingdom! i am currently collaborating with my lovely partner @clownking-aster to further expand this world :-]. i once considered it to be a simple sandbox world to dump my thoughts and interests into this project, but this story now has more definitive lore behind it. the two main characters as of right now are Maddie (the pink clown cat), and Aster (the purple raccoon jester). that's all i'll say for now ... wink wonk ✨️

if you're interested in talking to me or getting to know me, my discord username is plummers, but pls do be sure to lmk where you're adding me from! i get a lil nervous adding new folks bc i'm in a lot of big servers for the emojis n i tend to assume right off the bat that this is where the friend requests come from. i'm also in a few fairly small sfw servers, but i'm not the biggest fan of them mainly bc i prefer my own space where i can share my interests freely without worrying abt being talked over or judged. also, don't be afraid to send an ask or shoot me a message! i love getting to know you lovely folks :-)

(side note: if you know me outside of my vore blog, no you don't <3)

🚫 i don't have Too many boundaries, but one of my biggest is SEXUAL vore. if you are a SEXUAL vore blog, pls do Not interact. i will not hesitate to block you. i will also block IRL blogs or any other individual that makes me uncomfortable. i don't like to freely block ppl, but i will if i have to.

⚠️ anybody is ok to follow so long as you aren't one of the accts i mentioned above, but pls do note that i am very shy and my interests are very specific. my social battery is also fairly unpredictable most days, so if you message me and i either respond too quickly or not for a while, i'm not doing it to be purposeful! i do not manipulate ppl n i do not play mind games. if i'm not interacting with you or talking to you, it is bc i am burnt out from life or i am not available. if i don't want to talk to you, i promise i will tell you. (note too that i have a variety of mental issues n i am mentally disabled. i do ask of you to be patient with me, and i will do the same with you! thank you!)

✅️ that all being said, i am a very outgoing and excitable person most of the time and i love making new friends! do not be afraid to reach out whenever! the whole reason i made this blog was to interact w folks who have similar enthusiasm! :-]

that's all i'll share for now (i say as if i didn't just spill my guts out in a tumblr intro post. sorry lol!!) i look forward to getting to know you all!🌻

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Hello please reblog this if you’re okay with people sending you random asks to get to know you better

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art trade with yosi/cherry !!! i love their art n stuffs so i was glad to take up the offer ... a month ago (DRAWING IS HARD !!!)

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yes actually i would like to be eaten :o3

-your local clown

do you think clown noses are cherry flavored (PLEASE DO NOT EAT YOUR LOCAL CLOWN!!)