#oc: dzamie

[dzamie-oc]

Voretober 04 - Hole

Length: 1000 words Vore type: Oral vore, F/M, unwilling prey, hammerspace vore Fandom: None (Kahudra) Other info: dragon/human, implied digestion Summary: If you jump in the hole, the dragon will eat you. It doesn't matter that she's small.

"Hey, kitty-cat. I know your kind doesn't like getting wet, but d'ya know if this place is any good for surfing?"

Dzamie looked up from his crossword puzzle. He wasn't sure what about a cheetah sitting next to a pit in the sand, quietly working on puzzles, made him a magnet for stuff like this - he was even in a swimsuit, himself! But he might as well get some entertainment from it, or at least give the surfer a chance to not be a jerk.

"This stretch? Good for swimming and floating, but for surfing, it's better past that pier over there," he said, pointing his pencil at the fishing pier a moderate walk away. "Oh, and watch out for the hole."

"Good kitty," the man condescended - Dzamie's ears flicked in annoyance - then looked over at the hole, only a couple feet deep and twice as wide. "And hey, just cuz I'm a whiz on water doesn't mean I can't handle the sand."

"It's less the hole itself, and more the dragon laying in it." He sat forward in his chair to look over the edge of the pit, and waved at Sylvia, ten pounds of golden dragoness curled up half-asleep at the bottom. She cracked open an eye and waved back.

Rather than simply leaving, the surfer crossed his arms with a smile. "Oh, sure, he looks real tough. If I twist my ankle falling in there, he could give me a pretty serious light scrape!"

"Dragoness, actually. And she eats people who go in the hole," Dzamie informed him, "so don't fall in unless you want to get eaten."

The man looked at him, then at Sylvia. "You're joking, right? She's tiny. The zoo has bigger geckos."

Dzamie shrugged and refocused on his crossword. "Every single person who's gone in there has gotten eaten."

"Yeah? And how many is that?"

"Haven't been keeping count. You could ask her."

The surfer scoffed. "Please, anything more than zero is clearly just an empty brag."

"Eight today," Sylvia chipped in. Despite her small voice, both guys heard her clearly.

"Eight it is," agreed Dzamie, "so yeah, watch your step or it'll be nine."

"ME watch my step?" the man laughed, "just look at her. She's the one who'll have to look out. In fact… look out!"

Dzamie set his puzzle on his lap again and watched, with idle amusement, the surfer taking a few steps back. With a confident smirk, the man ran and leapt up, over the edge of the hole. It was clear that he had no intention of clearing it, but rather aimed his landing directly at the little dragon laying at the bottom. Sylvia tracked him, too, keeping her head lined up with his sandy feet; moments before impact, she opened her tiny jaws.

The hapless braggart landed nearly a foot deeper than he intended: rather than landing on Sylvia's muzzle, he landed in it, his calves somehow fitting into her hungry mouth and sliding in until hitting some resistance. Unbalanced, he fell back; magic leapt to Dzamie's paws, and a faint, green bubble insulated his shouted curse from any onlookers. Still, the cheetah couldn't help but wince, as sand was never as soft to land on as it appeared. Of course, that would soon be the least of his troubles.

With a gulp loud enough that even Dzamie heard it outside the sandy hole, Sylvia dragged her catch in, knees vanishing without a trace into her slender, golden neck. The surfer-turned food soon recovered from his fall, but by the time he'd made sense of where he was, or rather, where the rest of his legs were, she was halfway up his thighs, soaking his swimwear with drool rather than water. He reached down to pry her jaws open and pull himself out, but that only got them stuck by his sides - another swallow, and his head dipped under the rim of the hole, and no amount of thrashing his torso back and forth earned him a single inch of freedom back.

Dzamie got up, set his puzzle down, stretched, and laid on his belly next to the hole, for a better view. Only the surfer's head and bare shoulders were visible outside of Sylvia's hungry little jaws, and from the look on his face, his earlier machismo had given way to mortal terror. Sylvia's throat pulled at him, and he tipped his head back as her snout crept up his neck. Dzamie smiled back at him. "Y'know," he said, "I've never tried surfing in her stomach. Maybe it's a good thing you didn't simply ignore the obvious hole in the ground."

Last words were wasted on wishing ill of the furry onlooker, and then Sylvia's jaws clacked together. A final swallow, then the dragoness opened back up to show off her maw, empty of prey; aside from the copious drool, there was little if any sign of the whole person who fell eight feet and counting into a two-foot-deep hole. After giving him the view, Sylvia grinned at her friend. "So, wanna help me hit double digits?"

Dzamie looked at the shadow of his chair. "It is getting sorta late…" He leapt to his feet and jerked his head towards the water. "Tell you what, I'm gonna go cool off a bit, and then you'll be my ride back to the house, okay?" With a snap of his fingers, the chair and crossword vanished.

"Alright! But if you don't hurry, who knows if some other poor fool will steal lucky number ten from you?" Dragon and cheetah exchanged smiles, and then he ran off to the water's edge while she reconstructed a sandy nest. Relaxation, entertainment, free meals… this was definitely an outing worth repeating.

[hungry-blue-dragon]

Do you prefer thinking about/drawing/writing about your own characters or other characters from media/other people? On average, do you think about one more than the other?

Like 90% of my kink thoughts are of "generic [species] character." When self-inserting, I do so in Dzamie's body - it's a familiar cheetah who got his paw caught down a kobold's throat, whose legs were bound by a Serperior, who's watching in a hypnotized daze as a hammerspace dragon gulps him down - but not with his character.

I think I'd say I go for "other characters" more often, though, from the remaining 10%. What I like in persistent characters is rarely what I like in my sexual fantasies, or at least vice versa, and I don't feel as bad making, say, Toothless or Gallus act OOC for the purpose of them being a good pred as I do stripping Dzamie of his magic, strength, and cunning or making Sylvia significantly more wicked than she actually is.

The one exception to this is probably Sel'riss, since he does do both willing nonfatal and unwilling fatal... but only films his faux-unwilling (agreed beforehand) faux-fatal (let out after the camera's off). So picturing myself sinking into his jaws rarely ever requires taking him out of character.

I've actually been on a bit of an Exxy kick, recently, which further tilts the scale. He's a /trash/ vore thread OC from a few years back and is very cute. Known for eating anons, of course.

Here, come closer, I'll show you what that's like~

[dzamie]

in-universe Kahudra memes

I may not have the story cohesiveness to write fic nor the artistic speed/skill to draw them, but at least I can make memes for Kahudra

[iamtytherium]

I want to play a game.

Tell me about one of your OCs, and what you like about them the most. Regardless of fandom, media type or whatnot, just tell me about em. I wanna know! Then when you’re done, @ your mutuals and let’s make a giant post of our OCs!

My OC:

I have a Pokemon Trainer OC named Kyle. He’s about 5’11”, brown haired, pretty average looking. He’s been all over, done most of everything, like a good amount of other Trainers in his late 20’s. His partner Pokemon is a Venusaur named Apollo. He’s had many different teams of Pokemon for each region, but he’s never left his best friend through any of it; even after Apollo had taken a grievous injury and was bed ridden for years, they never left each other’s side.

What I like the most about Kyle isn’t any sort of anime protag quality, not some sort of “Ash Ketchum” complex, and not that he reminds me of, well me. Kyle isn’t anything special, and yet I find that whenever I have any sort of plans for him, it makes me happy to just have him happy. It’s an inexplicable feeling that doesn’t happen much with any of my other (like, 39 different) OCs, I just get happy when he’s happy. Him and Apollo both. He ain’t never saved the world, and he doesn’t need to, he just wants to chill with his big plant puppy and stuff. :3

NOW THEN: @xensilverquill @hey-its-quill @kinkajouwof @mediumrarebigmac @empresskittycat @dzamie @tricotbf share with me your inner worlds

[polyshipweek]

Are OCs allowed? Asking for canonxOC and for OC-only polyships.

Yes to either, we'd love to meet your OCs!

[1ndieblue]

Dashmaster, Mark Of Pride, and the first "more soul from nail" charm (don't remember the name)

Speedster! (it’s soul catcher btw~)

[uncommoncritter]

Posted like this for enlarging images since I had two here!

I have a ton of ocs! I don't get to draw them very often but I'm trying to recently in sketches and such. Denari is my favorite by far, he's come a long way and gotten a lot of development over the years too!

Artist question meme!

[doggendoodle]

For the OC thing: 17, 18, and... 24

17. Any OC OTPs?

I have a few, yeah. A good crop of them revolve around two specifc male dragonborn OCs of mine - when I first conceived of them they were a couple, but as time has gone on, one of them became polyamorous while the other one entered into a rivals-to-lovers dynamic with another OC that became gay over time despite me not intending him to have any specific romantic inclinations.

18. Any OC crackships?

None that come to mind right now, but I create OCs almost compulsively so it's only a matter of time.

24. If you could meet one OC of yours, who would it be and why?

My OC based on a D&D character I played in an Icewind Dale campaign (the polyamorous one listed above). I think he'd be fascinating to talk to irl, and also he shares my horrendous luck, so idk, it might balance out between the two of us.

[dragongirlcock]

Lol, this abomination from my childhood.

KTF = Kitsoran The Fox

And yes I tried and failed to etch Kitsune into my GBA SP.

@dzamie I'm sure your non dragon oc's would find me more palatable in this form~ x3c

[dragonanarchist1155]

Shit that was submit not ask. Dumb tumblr. Anyway, 2, 12, 17, 18, 28 for the oc ask?

Rawr!

2: Its impossible to not play a bit of favourites with your OC when one of them is also technically a self insert, so Nike is my main character in all regards. He's the one most fleshed out of my characters in personality and backstory. Second would be my DnD character, Junnahed, of the Daknin People.

12: OCs I like? Oh damn this is a hard question because there are a group of OCs I love to read about: Dzamie and Azurel, of course :3

17: well; I dont really have the dynamics in my characters to have pairings, because my characters all have non-compatible sexualities, but Rij ships with anyone who can eat him or get eaten by him. A bit chaotic that fella, falls in love with anyone!

18: what is a crack ship?... *googles*

...well; there's a character that I have seldom wrote about, the First AI of Nike's world. They would fall in love 100% (I know cause I wrote them) and I personally have thought about writing about them but she (she chose her gender) is born into the world about the time Nike is getting into his 80s. Dragon aging aside, its improbable they get together the way canon is set on my world. I think that's the closest thing I have to a crack ship haha

28: Most dangerous? Well...

Rij will eat you if you arent careful, but Ignatius has training and can kick anyone's ass sideways.

Nike is more likely to nope away from problems unless it's a serious threat to the people he knows and/or the city he lives. He's by virtue of unconsciously being my self insert, and also by knowing half the country's persons of interest, he's the guy capable of doing the most damage.

So you gotta take your pick, in personal, the most dangerous is Ignatius, but in general, the most dangerous is Nike, in all his Chaotic Good self.

Oh and Junnahed is a level 6 Cleric, and Nike is still more capable of doing damage than him. I dont know if that helps.

[dzamie-oc]

Named and Forgotten

Y'know, I don't write my ocs very often. Time to change that. Local Mary-Sue bothers his rival specifically to show off how medium-aware he is. This cat causes problems on purpose.

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Kenneth could barely keep himself from burying his head in his hands. "Alright," he said to the cheetah-colored mistake of reality he considered his rival, "casting aside your "Fictional Relativity" nonsense, why should I believe you that we're fictional, too? I feel pretty real, after all."

"Well, I figured you might enjoy being correct about something for a change," Dzamie replied. Kenneth glared at him, hoping that maybe, this time, the katul would simply suddenly die and stay dead. Instead, he just shrugged. "But I figure you're asking for proof, so how's this?"

Dzamie snapped his fingers, and a green, three-ring binder appeared in his hand. "This," he gestured at it, "is a list of the named and forgotten." When he set it on Kenneth's desk, it kicked up a small gust that nearly blew off a few papers. "I suppose I could magically automate its update, but, honestly, it's more fun to catch the narrative looking away and do it manually before it comes back."

Despite himself, Kenneth reached for the binder, flipping it open to the first page. It was filled with names and short descriptions, in handwriting neater than he had expected. Strangely, the first few entries were listed as being meerkats. Normal meerkats. "You've been hanging out with Eris too much; her chaos has infected your brain." He turned the page. "…hey, wait, I recognize some of these names."

"Your old katul-hunting gang, right? The ones you razed my home village with?" The clearly-insane cat spoke as though discussing tomorrow's weather.

"Yeah. Huh, I wonder what happened to them."

"No clue, hopefully died. No offense taken, by the way."

"Unfortunate, I wish you'd taken some and left. So, how does this prove your point?"

Dzamie summoned a chair, gave it a second thought, then instead turned himself into a massive, blue snake - presumably, Kenneth thought with more than a twinge of annoyance, to rest in a way that would bother him the most. "Read some names out," he requested.

Kenneth raised an eyebrow, but looked back at the paper and read aloud all the names of his old buddies.

The snake shook his head, slowly. "Try again. Choose one name, and read for me the entire entry. Starting with the name."

"I don't see what this is supposed to prove. I'll start with-" Kenneth stopped, strangely. He knew the guy, he'd spent months, maybe years with him slaughtering the furred pests before, admittedly, mellowing out.

"The guy's name is-" and again. It wasn't like he couldn't read; the letters were perfectly legible, to the point where he almost envied his rival's penmanship.

"What? I know we've not talked in awhile, but c'mon, I know-" Kenneth worked his jaw. Did his old friend get himself cursed?

"Alright, then, I'll skip him and move onto-"

"Er, how about-"

"Okay, last one! Really simple Joe-Schmo type name! Right there, on the page! His name is-"

Kenneth slammed the binder shut, and he threw the thing at the katul. "Alright, you do it, then! Whatever the hell is wrong with this thing, anyway?!"

The blue snake rubbed his snout where the binder had hit against his coils, then turned back into the bipedal cheetah that Kenneth knew and loathed. "Oh, I can't directly say their names, either," he admitted, picking up and de-summoning the binder. "I just like knowing things that the narrative doesn't. Bit of a reversal, for once."

"And this is proof?"

"It's strong evidence. Unless you think someone individually cursed every single person in there not to have a name you can directly acknowledge. Including the meerkats."

Kenneth finally gave into the urge and planted his face directly into his hands. "Y'know what? I do not care. Please tell me you came here for something other than philosophy? I just cleaned and I'd prefer not to get your blood over everything."

Dzamie waved a hand dismissively. "Like you could land a good hit. Oh, that's right! I initially stopped by to mention that HM finally made good on his idle threat to eat an entire orphanage."

"By Fyoor's fire, why do you even-"

"Anyway, good luck with whatever politics stuff arises from that! I'm gonna go be literally anywhere else!" With a snap of his fingers, Dzamie was gone just a split-second before dozens of magical blades zipped through the space he used to be. Kenneth reinforced the soundproofing spell around his office, gripped his head tightly, and screamed.

[hungry-blue-dragon]

I dont mind non vorny character info at all :3

The thing i found fun about Kenneth is the rivalry aspect, can you tell me more about it? I love a good rival

Sure! He and Dzamie were actually at the top and bottom of the same graduating class of dragonslayers, but they only found out about it after their hatred for each other simmered down to a friendly rivalry. See, Dzamie's actually one of two survivors of a band of humans razing his childhood (kittenhood?) village to the ground. And as he discovered one day, Kenneth happened to be part of that band (he claims to have been the leader, but Dzamie suspects he was just the magical muscle back then).

This tends to be the sort of revelation that ends in one of the two dying in a fight to the death, and it did! Repeatedly! While Kenneth isn't quite as paranoid as Dzamie is, he's still a strong enough mage to have a few contingency plans in case anyone manages to kill him - and after the first few of Dzamie's successes, he made some significant advances in necromancy to make sure the only limit to those successes would be Dzamie's failure.

Over dozens or hundreds of deaths (he even won several times, though Dzamie's much better at escaping), it sort of simmered down to a more friendly rivalry, which they justify by "I've probably gotten him at least once per life and maybe even one generation extra" and "dying does still suck and I'd like to avoid it, even if it means he lives too."

[dzamie]

Do any of you ocs have relationships in any non-flushed Quadrants?

god I NEED to get around to drawing headshots for them; this would be so much easier with those

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(I put those there for copy/paste reasons but I think they look nice)

Dzamie ♠ Kenneth. Bitter rivals, and while they do tend to get along more these days, it's really just for concern for their surroundings that frequent spars don't turn significantly deadlier.

Dzamie ♢ HM. Although this does appear to turn flushed from time to time, it's most stable in pale. HM enables Dzamie's deception; Dzamie keeps HM's murder levels to a slightly more reasonable rate. They've been together since basically birth/hatching, and it's unlikely even death would separate them.

Rinta ♢ Kassar. There's a reason Azurel singled out Kassar to go with Rinta on their adventuring journey. They go together very well. Kassar keeps Rinta from attacking people for disrespecting dragons; Rinta is probably the more powerful fighter - at least while she's got spells.

I don't have a very good grasp on ashen, and don't think I have any anyways.

[dzamie]

favorite (non person) food and color of each guy?

heh

Uh, let's see...

Dzamie: probably a cold cut sandwich. yes, bread is technically mildly poisonous to katul. it's worth it. plus he's built different. favorite color is green

HM: if "fresh corpses" still count as people, probably steak. ideally a bloody one. favorite color is also green

Dream: blue carrots. favorite color is pink

Kenneth: chicken alfredo. favorite color is red

Sylvia (dragon): STRAWBERRIES!!! she loves them. favorite color is... probably like an iridescent black. don't tell Sleek; the hesitant courting is cute

Sleek: whatever she can kill. favorite color is the gold of Sylvia's scales

William: chana masala. favorite color used to be light blue, is now light pink

Vanille: mango smoothies. favorite color is probably black or silver, but she hasn't thought on it much

Rekus: roast chicken. favorite color is red

Sinera: dark chocolate. favorite color is orange

Eris: lol. lmao, even

Rinta and Kassar: beef stew. favorite colors are the light blue of Azurel's scales

Sylvia (panther): bagel with lox and schmear. yes, bread is technically mildly poisonous to katul. but you're not a very good alchemist if a little poison gets in your way. favorite color is green.

Wendy: salmon, ideally fish she caught herself. favorite color is blue-green

[dzamie]

*gives a kiss on the snout/nose to every single one of your OCs (except maybe Kenneth, I dunno) because they are all beautiful, powerful.*

ooh, let's pick a few OCs, then

Dzamie: Purrs, returns a kiss on your snout, and drapes his arms over your shoulders. Ever the flirt.

HM: A nod. Maybe a small lick on the snout.

Dream: Smiles and pats you on the head. You seem too nice to ruin your face with a kiss.

Azurel: Returns a kiss on your snout. The tip of his tail flicks a little, if you can see it.

Sel'riss: Wraps you in one loose coil, hugs you, and flickers his forked tongue against your snout. He'll let you go if you already have other plans for... oh, the next hour or two.

Rinta and Kassar: EXTREMELY excited kobold yips. They approach to hug you but wait until invited to do so. At least one arm wraps around your upper inner thigh; while convenient for their height, this is definitely on purpose.

Vanille: Verbally thanks you, and blows a puff of sweet-smelling breath over you.

William: Claps you on the shoulder, grins, and calls you a friendly guy. Then tells you to please go stand at least ten feet away until he's finished this step of his lab test.

Sleek: Bites you! She is fond of flattery, though, so your temporarily-paralyzed body is left uneaten.

Sylvia (dragon): A surprised squeak, then flies up to your head to return the favor with a lick from snout to horns. Invariably asks if you'd mind her eating you (she is going to eat you for a little, regardless).

Let's stop there... for now, at least.

[dzamie]

Treating dzamie like a cat in regards to rewarding good behavior.

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A cat that occasionally eats people.

This is ideal. Give me rewards and feed me people. Come closer, I don't bite... just swallow~

Also fitting because my oc Dzamie is a cat. And he does, rarely, eat people.