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knowing this blog hasnt been updated in like, a year. i hope you're doing well and are safe. ::)

Aww, thank you for your concern! I’m doing pretty well, and I’ve always felt pretty bad about leaving this blog to gather dust. Especially since I have about 40 unanswered asks on this blog, and another 15 on my other…man I have to get better at getting to those.

But yeah, there’s sadly been a myriad of reasons for me not updating this blog. College kicking my ass, lousy mental and emotional health, severe lack of motivation to write, losing interest in IDV (I have not been keeping up with the characters they’ve added since like…season 26 or 27), picking up new interests…the list goes on. But maybe someday I’ll come back, pick up one of those prompts sitting in my inbox to shake off the rust.

In the meantime, I’m a little more active on my general vore blog, @jack-the-nibbler. I’m still kinda lacking there, and things have been pretty rough irl, but I think I’m slowly starting to pick up steam again. Thank you again!

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Could you please do something with magician? I don't have any specific requests, so surprise me please!))

A bit short, but sweet!

Of all the things you could have agreed to, this was probably one of the most ridiculous. You were sitting in the bottom of a small top hat, partially sealed in darkness by a gloved hand covering the opening. You were going to be part of some magic trick…but it was the most basic one in the book. All Servais told you was that it’d have an interesting, but harmless little twist.

“Well? Are you going to show us or not?” Naib asked, crossing his arms. He was standing alongside a curious Violinist, trying not to grimace as a few possessed tendrils of hair poked at him. Neither of them had to be here, but Servais was really playing this up.

“Calm down, Mister Subedar, Paganini,” Servais said. “It’s just a simple little trick. Now, watch as I pull a rabbit out from this simple top hat!” He then reached in to grab you. You squinted at the sudden light, but caught a glimpse of the hand reaching down for you. It carefully wrapped around your middle, pulling you out into the open. You blushed involuntarily as the hooded survivor and lanky hunter stared at you. Antonio’s grin was wide and unnerving as always, while Naib tilted his head and raised an eyebrow. He at least looked marginally surprised.

“That doesn’t look like a rabbit.” Antonio said, his grin looking just a little smug. The Magician looked at you, aghast (or at least pretending to be). He shook his head and sighed.

“Unfortunately,” Servais remarked in mock disappointment. “May not be fluffy, but I do have a way to make them disappear too.” And there was the twist. The magician dangled you carefully over his open mouth. He winked at you before letting go, dropping you into his hungry maw.

You landed on his plush, pink tongue, quickly sealed in darkness as he closed his mouth. Servais began swishing you around his mouth, his tongue getting you nice and coated in saliva. It also savored your rather delectable flavor. He spent a good minute swishing you around with his soft tongue.

Once he’d had enough tasting, Servais tilted his head back, sending you sliding into his gullet. He gulped you down in one, as if you were just a simple morsel. You slid down his pulsing throat, soon being squeezed into his waiting stomach. You landed with a splat, prompting Servais to muffle a burp before he bowed.

Antonio clapped his hands, while Naib rolled his eyes. The Mercenary stepped up and poked Servais in the belly. 

“Admit it, you just wanted to make a spectacle out of having a snack.” he said. Servais pouted for a moment, shooing his hand away.

“I know you liked the view, Naib. Look, you’re drooling now!” Naib’s eyes widened, and he huffed. Antonio had already slunk off somewhere, probably to find his own prey. The Mercenary growled, shaking his head and stomping off. Satisfied, the Magician rubbed over his gut, squishing you around a little.

“Thank you very much for your participation, dear. Your act was good, as was your flavor.” he said. You pressed yourself against the plush stomach wall as the fleshy pouch quietly gurgled around you. There were no signs of impending digestion, but he didn’t seem in a hurry to cough you up.

“So, you’re going to let me out, right?” you asked. Another gurgle, then a thoughtful hum from above. Then you were squished from outside again.

“Oh yes, I will…eventually. You feel quite nice in there.” he said. Ah well, you should have seen this coming. Not that you cared too much; his stomach was calm right now, wet but comfortable. You trusted him to just hold you for a while.

You stretched out and nestled into one of the folds in Servais’s belly. It swayed and cradled you with each step he took. The sounds of his gurgling guts and nearby heartbeat helped to ease you further. Almost enough to sleep in there…you gave a soft sigh and closed your eyes, giving into the warm embrace of the Magician’s insides.

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Mayhaps some warden alva headcannons? 🦐

-The Warden is a stern, elegant man. He’s well aware that his prisoners tend to eat each other, and promised himself to never stoop to their animalistic level.

-Well, he failed.

-He tries not to devour others for pleasure, only as punishment or to set an example. But slip ups do happen.

-Alva has some special cocoons that reform a digested prisoner in relatively short time. They’re also a good place to put them until they calm down.

-He’s not immune to being eaten by his own prisoners. Centipede is particularly guilty of this.

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Please Ganji hc! Please Ganji hc! Please!!!

William HCs:

-William surprisingly isn’t involved in vore too often. His size (especially his shoulders) makes him pretty hard to swallow, and he’s usually too gentle to eat others.

-This doesn’t stop him from eating his friends to protect them. He prefers not to digest them.

-A bit vanilla, but a good amount of the survivors don’t care.

-If you do have a good enough gullet to get him down, he has quite a meaty, salty flavor. Like a well-seasoned steak.

Ganji HCs:

-He has quite a kick to him. In flavor and attitude.

-Seriously, take caution when eating Ganji. All that struggling will leave a VERY nasty bellyache.

-Ganji’s stomach is very warm, almost sweltering. He’s not too fond of struggling prey. admittedly.

-He enjoys some foodplay, but won’t fill his belly too much.

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Do you have any hcs for Yidhra? Pretty please... She has such a great pred power, one of the greatest

Already have some here! https://www.tumblr.com/identityvore/687607833569722368/headcanons-for-the-dreamwitch-yidhra?source=share

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Now that I am back home and have a slightly less stressful schedule, I may be able to get back to requests, like one or two a week maybe ;.D

I greatly apologize to everyone who’s been waiting since 2021-

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I just wanted to give an apology for not being very active on this blog at all. I know a lot of people are waiting for requests, but I’ve been preoccupied with college, mental health issues, motivational issues, etc. Finals are next week, so I should have time over holiday break to get to most of the requests.

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is it ok to dm you for vore stuffs ><

It's absolutely okay, yes!

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do you maybe have some andrew headcanons? i never seem to find anything about him :((

-There's no way around this; Andrew tastes like dirt. If you happen to catch him right after a bath, it's hard to really place his flavor.

-Because of his claustrophobia, being stuck in a tight, dark belly isn't very pleasant for him. Expect either shivering and whimpering or fighting that's sure to leave some bruises.

-Ideally, Andrew would have the best time in a spacious stomach with plenty of light. He might bring to snuggle into the soft warmth with quite a bit of coaxing.

-It's very hard to convince him to let you eat him, especially if you're not close. It's just as hard to convince him to eat you.

-There's a chance he might come around to being a pred. Having a belly full of a warm meal is always nice, more so if it's a friend. There's a very low chance of him digesting you.

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Semi random thought, but I love the thought of Good Child Jack being both an experienced, cunning pred and an absolute gut slut.

He’s a handsome, beautiful, well-kept gentleman, but don’t let that charming smile fool you. Jack is well used to luring in prey who think he’s harmless, and even those who know how dangerous he is. He gets a predatory thrill out of having living, squirming prey fill out his stomach, no matter the size difference. Expect him to tease or coo over you, drawling about how nicely you’ll add to him if he intends to digest you.

On the flipside, Jack can get immensely excited or flustered at the thought of being prey. Panting softly at the thought of melting down in someone’s gut, trembling at the thought of becoming fat on a lovely lady’s hips, pressing his ear against your gurgling gut and imagining just how much he wants it to churn him up and put him on your assets... alternatively, squirming in delight at the mere thought of being squished through a pred’s soft, tight intestines, then slowly pushed out their puckered back exit.

Either way, he’s adorable when he’s all excited and wound up for some nomming. No matter which side of the dinner plate he’s on.

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Do you have some headcanons for Eli maybe?

Oh boy, have I got some!

-He leans more towards prey, but can be a pred about 40% of the time.

-He's a very gentle prey. Doesn't fight much, is often shy or nervous depending on who's swallowing him. Gives nice rubs to the tongue and stomach walls.

-Eli is a gentle pred too. He'll make sure his prey is alright and enjoying themselves.

-Eli isn't a fan of unwilling prey. He prefers all parties involved to be at least semi willing.

-He normally prefers oral, but he'll gladly full tour or anal vore those he's close enough with.

-It flusters him, but he enjoys the experience. His hole is very soft and squishy, and his butt is nice and plump. Being his plug is a cozy experience.

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we as a society need alva vore hcs

-Alva isn't a pred very often, but he's definitely a fearsome one.

-He almost never eats someone for reasons other than a show of dominance over his prey, or to intimidate others.

-This is why he enjoys digestion and occasionally keeping prey trapped on his body.

-Strangely, Alva never seems to gain any significant weight after digestion. This man could eat an entire Duos match and still be skinny.

-His stomach is soft and slippery, but not particularly active.

-Overall, Alva Lorenz is a cold, calculating, patient pred. One that is definitely not to be trifled with.

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A Gentleman’s Treat

You learn the hard way that sometimes, restricted areas are best left alone. After all, Hunters are good at delivering punishments.

Fandom: Identity V

Characters: Reader, Jack (”Good Child” skin)

Words: 2,105

CW: Fearplay, digestion mention

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So, I was once again thinking about Jack’s Tuberose costume, and how is chest and abdomen is exposed…

I can see him easily undoing his robe to let his large belly hang out after devouring someone (he had no problem stripping it off in court during his event, after all). Probably rubbing his gut and taunting whoever’s inside. Perhaps Jose tried to arrest him again and got a taste of his own medicine. Maybe he’s keeping that adorable detective, Mr. Inference, close for reasons that may or may not be nefarious. Or he’s finally gotten tired of DM’s orders and convoluted schemes and decided to show him where he truly belongs. The possibilities are endless!

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Naib HCs

-Look, Naib is just a hungry boi. In like 90% of the official art he’s in he’s eating something. A decent meal was rare when he was in the military. I’m pretty damn sure he’s down for swallowing a whole bastard.

-He is definitely into food play.

-Naib prefers prey large enough to feel in his stomach. This can range from doll-sized to gobbling down a hunter who’s bigger than him.

-Any significant fat he gains from prey doesn’t last too long. He’s quite restless and active in general, often running laps in the yard and exercising to ease his nerves. This hasn’t stopped him from going up a pant size though.

-Sometimes, if he actually manages to grow close with someone, Naib will hold them in his belly for a while. It takes a lot of trust on both sides, especially Naib’s. You could easily hurt him in there, after all.

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This work was done as a request! Involves Joseph tucking Aesop away somewhere safe...

Characters: Joseph (genderbent), Aesop

Contents: nsfw, AV, micro/macro, teasing pred, J/oscarl

Words: 843

The moment Aesop saw those cameras dotting the map, he knew he was done for. Having a match in the Asylum was bad enough, but that Photographer was going to make things even worse. She was merciless, taking down the other survivors with only minor difficulty and saving him for last.

The Embalmer was left to search for the dungeon, his only hope for escape. Unfortunately, his heartbeat was picking up. Damn it…he had no hope of outrunning her, and the dungeon was nowhere to be seen. There was a locker, though…with no other choice, he carefully stepped inside and closed the doors.

Aesop tried to quiet his breathing, his heartbeat steadily picking up. Josephine was right outside now, running her fingers along her blade. He watched through the slots as she just stood there, as if trying to figure out which way he’d gone…only for her to look in his direction with a sinister look in her eyes. Aesop gasped, freezing as Josephine threw open the locker doors.

“Found you, my little gray mouse!” She said, giving him a wicked grin. There was nowhere to run. Josephine could easily tie him to a balloon and carry him off to a chair, but Aesop knew that wouldn’t be happening. The hunter snatched him into a hug, pressing him against her ample chest. She then kissed his head again and again.

“Oh mon chou, how I’ve missed you~! How adorable of you to try and hide from me here, cornering yourself~!” Aesop couldn’t help blushing as his face was squished into her boobs. Her sharp nails ran through his hair, fingers rubbing his head. ”You’re always trying to run off with those other pesky survivors…but don’t worry. I know how to keep you close to me for a while.”

Keep him close? What was she going on about? Aesop leered as she pulled his mask away before turning around, taking off her coat before placing it aside. Then she pulled down her pants and panties, giving him a close look at her soft, round butt. Josephine teasingly bounced her rear before pulling her cheeks apart, revealing her tight, pink pucker nestled between.

“See something you like~?” she asked. “Why don’t you give me a kiss?” Aesop huffed as she pushed her ass back, her puckered hole winking invitingly. She really wanted to do this? Here, and now? Well…it had been a while since they’d done something like this. He leaned in and gently licked her back door, his tongue circling around the soft rim. Each lap made her give a soft moan, and Aesop slowly relaxed. He even dared to give a soft kiss in between licks.

Unfortunately for him, the Photographer wasn’t satisfied yet. As he caught his breath, Aesop felt an odd sensation. There was more space in the locker, and Josephine seemed to be getting bigger…or rather, he was getting smaller! The Embalmer soon fit perfectly in her hand, squirming as she carefully held him.

“Oh Aesop, you really are like a little mouse now!” she cooed, petting his head with her fingertip. “And lucky for you, I have a warm little mouse hole to tuck you in!” She couldn’t mean…he was brought down behind her, watching Josephine spread her cheeks again. Aesop shivered upon finding himself positioned right above her pucker, that pink rim quivering in anticipation to swallow him.

Josephine bit her lip as she slipped Aesop’s feet into her ass. Her fingers kept his arms pinned to his sides as he was slowly fed to her back door. The Embalmer could only watch as her pucker flexed and gaped, taking him inch by inch. His rimming had loosened and lubed it up a bit as well, letting him easily slip in up to his hips, cringing as the soft pucker hugged his waist.

The hunter let go of her cheeks, briefly squishing Aesop between the pillowy flesh. His vision was framed by Josephine’s ass cheeks as her pucker continued creeping up along his body. Warm slime clung to him as her anus reached his shoulders. He cringed at the warm, plush feeling of the flesh as it engulfed his neck, then his face. The Embalmer was soon swallowed completely, Josephine’s pucker clenching and sealing him in.

Aesop was surrounded by soft, tight, squishy walls. The only light came from the anal star that had just swallowed him. The walls flexed and clenched, pulling him further away from that exit. Faint moans and the rocking of her hips told him how much Josephine was enjoying this. The flesh squished around him relentlessly, tucking him away within the hunter’s bowels.

“Ooooh, yes, mon cher,” Josephine said with a purr. “I can feel you squirming deep inside. Let my colon be your home for now~” She gently felt along her abdomen, able to pinpoint where he was within her. Humming softly, she pulled her clothes back on, ready to finally return to the Manor. Once in the privacy of her room, she could tease and play with her little embalmer properly.

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Jack Skin HC: Centipede

-You couldn’t have asked for a better-I mean, worse cellmate. He’s clingy in more ways than one, cunning, and has a love of hunting that landed him here in the first place.

-He often jokes about his situation to cope, and sometimes yours. Don’t take it personally; it’s his way of keeping his spirits up.

-Jack will often wrap his long centipede body around you or trap you under his soft underbelly. There’s also the risk of being tickled by his legs.

-The prison is frigid, so he’ll often suggest cuddling for warmth…or eating you for warmth. His insides are rather plush and warm, if incredibly slimy and narrow.

-His human belly acts more like a crop, and heavier prey tends to pass right through it to his centipede belly. His much longer stomach has little trouble breaking down prey. Thankfully for his fellow prisoners, reformation is possible through the Warden’s special cocoons.

-Admittedly, being eaten by him has made his underbelly much softer and cozier. He’ll gladly let you lay on it, and especially loves belly rubs. Any sort of affection is usually welcome.