#vore 1

[frootietoots]

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?

[safe-from-sharp-teeth]

a post-wine nap with friends 🍷

(using the characters and emulating the beautiful traditional style of @thefanciestborrower! inspired by their most recent post)

[mayday396]

I will keep saying this but Reptile must be Protected at all cost, MK1's Reptile is a Wholesome Lizard man.

I want to pet his Lizard form on the head and I have a headcanon that he is treated like a son to Madam Bo who eventually learns to cook Zaterran food.

THIS MAN IS A KEEPER ASHRAH NEVER LOSE HIM

[karmatheprowlthra]

After seeing a recent post from @epicawsomeusername I figured I might as well finish up this draft I've had sitting around for two weeks lol

The anatomy of most creatures on my world involves having two stomachs, one for storage (upper) and one for digesting food (lower). The lower stomach is also about half full of water at any given time due to the digestive process for these creatures.

Karma has been able to manipulate this to his favor! Thanks to his high internal body temperature (heat helps him digest better) and the water in his lower gut, he can fill his upper storage stomach with steam. Sauna belly! He keeps the ability in reserve in case any prey want a more relaxing environment for a few minutes. It will ease the tension in their muscles and keep them nice and warm, moreso than usual at least.

I think sauna belly is a nice thing to do for the last couple minutes of holding your prey. Give them a nice massage via kneading while letting them relax in the steam; they come out with very relaxed muscles! Just be sure to cool them off a bit safely afterward-

The upper/lower stomach system is also beneficial if Karma needs to hold a prey for a little while without sacrificing his own nutrition. Might not be the best for the prey cleanliness wise but the prey will be safe and comfortable regardless! Perfect for giving a wounded fren a safe place to recover, or at least avoid further injury if Karma needs time to get them to amedical facility.

Like with all my lore tidbits, I'm more than happy to explain in more depth if anyone wishes. Feel free to ask :3

[thefanciestborrower]

i saw the vore piece one

what are YOUR! luffy pred headcanons

YES okay so he is, such a goof right? Loves food. Loves his friends. Loves having his friends as food. I feel like eating people would be something he considers petty normal tbh. After all, there are way weirder things in just the East Blue alone, so it’s honestly not that out there of a concept. I’m not sure what would have prompted him to first try it, maybe accident, maybe curiosity, but with his whole stretchiness thing it’s definitely something that’s very easy for him to do. He’s actually a  character I see same size working well for because he’s already made of rubber lol, and the full feeling from eating someone same size would be something he’d like way more than someone who’d been shrunk. Combine all that with how absurdly physically affectionate he is and bam, you’ve got a very clingy pred. 

He’s guilty of eating pretty much everyone in his crew at least once and no they do not have a say in it lmao. Usually he’ll just go for Z.oro since he’s his first mate and L.uffy usually tends to be the most physically affectionate and clingy with him. Does Z.oro say he hates it? Yes. Is he lying? Also yes. L.uffy can usually be found lounging in a hammock on the deck with a very visibly full stomach and is completely unashamed about the whole thing. Will gladly tell you what you taste like and ask if he can eat you without even a hint of embarrassment. He’s just like that. He loves eating S.anji with the food he makes and oh boy is U.sopp fun to randomly snatch up and startle lol. N.ami has threatened to kick his teeth in before and he does not care, but also won’t eat her all that often since she really isn’t overly fond of it. Sometimes though....sometimes it’s the best way to remind her how much she means to L.uffy, and that safety is worth being a little grossed out for. 

Oh, also L.uffy’s stomach is full of weird little things like silverware and small trinkets he thought were cool or valuable, and if you shake him he jingles like a coin purse. Sometimes you’ll even find like. A bowl or something in there. This man is a vacuum cleaner he does not chew 

[acorncake]

A Simple Grunt: you won't eat me Hank! 🔫

You're a funny grunt

[twistedtummies2]

Glamour - Chapter 1 (Trade)

This is the first part of a four-part trade story with @hooter-n-company (a.k.a. Rchlis). She is making some very special art for me, and in return, she asked me to write a story to introduce a Twisted Wonderland OC she's sort of had stewing in the background for a while: his name is Taoka Latronis, and he is based on Tamatoa from "Moana." I absolutely LOVE Tamatoa. He's a fun villain, and a surprising crush (albeit a somewhat mild one, for me, personally). Rchlis wanted to create a character for the TW universe based on the big glam crab, and I certainly wasn't going to say no. The advantage of this being a trade, instead of a commission, was I could go and make a much longer and more detailed story, in return for much more detailed and elaborate artwork, without either of us having to pay exorbitant amounts that frankly neither of us could afford. Win-win. XD This was a LOT of fun to make, and Taoka is one of my favorite OCs I've gotten to write for that I DIDN'T create myself, if not my favorite (at least as far as TW goes, I should clarify). Hopefully a lot of you like him, too. ;) Like with other stories of this nature, the other three parts will be uploaded one a day over the coming few days. So be on the lookout! WARNING: THIS PARTICULAR SECTION DOES NOT INCLUDE ANY KINKS DIRECTLY. HOWEVER, THERE ARE IMPLICATIONS OF VORE AND OTHER KINKS SPRINKLED THROUGHOUT THE FIRST THREE PARTS. DON'T LIKE? TOO YOUNG? DON'T READ.

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PLIPP. This was the sound of a gold coin, being flipped deftly up to the water, which replaced the sky in the strange, unfathomable Realm of Monsters. Light filtered down through a tunnel-like portal that led up to the sea above, and into the chamber in which you were now being held captive. “Held,” incidentally, was the most accurate word, for you were quite literally in the grip of one of the most feared and reviled monsters in Lalotai. The Giant Crab smirked down at you, the blue-green eyes filled with malicious excitement and no small amount of vainglorious pride. The pink and purple claw that held you felt tougher than any sea stone, contrasted by the soft, supple-looking flesh visible around the crab’s strangely humanoid mouth and thick, fat neck; you had never expected an arthropod to look plump and pudgy, but this one somehow found a way. You also had never expected one to have a good singing voice…but if there was one thing this creature deserved to be proud of, that was probably it. “Well, Tamatoa hasn’t always been this glam!” the crab admitted, tossing his head with a sneer. “I was a drab little crab once…” The sneer became a grin. You shuddered at the sight of the crab’s huge teeth: they were very square, but also very sharp, like ivory guillotine blades. They were also disgustingly filthy, covered not just in a fine yellowish film, but what appeared to be barnacles. “Now I know I can be happy as a clam,” winked the Crab, and lifted you a little higher as he turned himself about, showing off his shell. “Because I’m beautiful, baby!” While the crab preened, smugly admiring the hoard of gold that had gotten fused to his shell over time, you nervously glanced towards another part of the giant monster’s cave. You saw the Demigod duck down out of sight…but you only just had time to register his presence before the crab’s free pincer - the one not holding you - suddenly swung in and tapped at your chest. Well, one says “tapped,” and to the crab, it probably was just a tap…but to you, it felt like you’d been jabbed in the diaphragm with a bat. HARD. You grunted in a windless, pained way as the crab blithely kept singing, swaying its huge head to a beat only it could seem to hear.

“Did your granny say, ‘listen to your heart: be who you are on the inside’?” the beast teased…then grabbed both your arms with its pincers, and cruelly tugged on them, making you grit your teeth as it felt like it might easily tear each limb from its socket. “I need three words to tear her argument apart: YOUR. GRANNY. LIED.” You yelped as, with newfound energy, the Giant Crab began to spin around, dancing about his lair joyously. You clung desperately to the claw that held you as you were swung about as a result. The light that shone from the water tunnel above caused the golden coins and other treasures upon his shelled back to glisten and shimmer, sparkling yellow light reflecting and refracting onto the walls of the undersea cave. “I’d rather be Shiny!” sang the Giant Crab. “Like the treasure of a sunken pirate wreck! Scrub the deck, and make it look Shiny!” The crab grinned evilly, and drew a claw across his fat throat, making you grimace and shiver. “I will sparkle like a wealthy woman’s neck - crrrk! - just a sec.” The crab then looked up towards the funnel-like passage that led into his lair from above. You looked up as well, and saw the shadowy silhouettes of many silver fish, spiraling around the opening to his hideaway, within a palace of giant, weathered old shells. “Don’tcha know? Fish are dumb, dumb, dumb! They chase anything that glitters!” The crab rolled his eyes as he looked at you with a conspiratorial sort of smile. “Beginners,” he snorted, then looked up again, with eager anticipation. “Oh! And here they come, come, come to the brightest thing that glitters…!” Sure enough, right on cue, the whole school of fish suddenly dived downward…and seconds later, dozens of foolish marine creatures fell through the bottom of the ocean, and into the open space that led down towards the Giant Crab…who awaited them with an open maw and an empty stomach. SCHWOLMPH! In one terrific bite, the giant decapod snarfed up all of the fish at once. It moaned deeply, a look of purest pleasure on its face as its cheeks bulged and it grunted through a full mouth: “Mmmm…fish dinners!” GUUULLLP! You swore you could FEEL the force of that powerful swallow, as the crab-like behemoth gulped down all of the fish in one go. If you looked closely, you could see the ripple-like movements along its neck as it sent all of the swimming things down to its belly… …Then, your blood ran cold, as the crab refocused its attention on you, holding you up high over its head. There was a wild, wicked intensity to its gaze…something unhinged, primal, sadistic…and utterly ravenous. “I just love free food,” the crab crooned. “And YOU look like seafood…”

You shook your head desperately and scrambled to try and escape the claw holding you, as the Giant Crab licked his fat, thick, plump lips with an equally fat, thick, plump, purplish tongue. Then the ghastly mouth of the crab-beast opened. The monster’s maw was mottled purple and pink, the slimy, slippery interior sloping back into a pitch-dark void, from which a terrible rumble came… “N-no! No! NO!” you screamed at the top of your lungs…but if the monster was even listening to your frantic protests, it clearly didn’t care. Or, worse yet, perhaps it did care…because it enjoyed them. You supposed it didn’t matter, for a moment later, the pincer that now seemed like a protector to you opened its grasp. You howled as you plunged headlong into the mouth of the beast, arms and legs flailing as you tried to swim through the air. Nothing could prevent or slow your fall, and your final wail was lost as you were quite literally swallowed up by the darkness- “AH!” You yelped and jolted awake, eyes snapping wide open. Your expression swiftly changed from a slightly red-faced expression that mixed fear with blushing anticipation…to an almost bored look, as you saw the familiar sight of the ceiling overhead. You groaned and ran a hand over your face, mumbling sourly under your breath: you didn’t need to sit up or look around to know you were still in Ramshackle Dorm, and that all you had seen was a vision in a dream. “Well then,” you grumbled, as you quivered with goosebumps from the alarming detail. “I guess not even sleeping pills work anymore…greeeaaat…”

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“Nya…you okay there, Minion?” Grim trotted alongside you, cocking his head. His turquoise eyes showed a rare light of concern as he looked up at you. You could only yawn and shake your head heavily in response as you slumped along through the halls of Night Raven. You could FEEL the bags beneath your eyes. “No,” you droned, and tried to shake off the sleep, but to no avail. Every time you had passed out again throughout the night, you were brought back to the same dream. Each time, you found yourself hovering over the abyss of the monster’s mouth…then shocked away as you tumbled into the belly of the beast. You would have growled like a lion, if you had been anything close to Leona’s level: you weren’t sure what part was more irritating. The fact that the dream had been so confusingly insistent…or the fact it always ended at the GOOD part… You groaned and rubbed at your forehead. You were too tired to even be blushy about that…life freaking sucked sometimes. Seriously. “Maybe we should stop at the cafeteria for some coffee,” smirked Grim. “You look like you’re gonna fall flat on your face! Ha Ha!” “Your concern is touching,” you grunted, then gave a weak smile. “But you do have a point. Maybe some coffee would help, or at least some tea…” Grim grinned and licked his lips, swishing his trident tail. You rolled your eyes; that reaction told you everything: clearly the offer to go to the cafeteria had been given more out of the cat-like imp’s desire to fill his own stomach than any worries he had about you. “Just a quick stop at the cafeteria,” you agreed. “We don’t want to be late for potion-making class, right?” “Fiiiine,” pouted Grim, who clearly had been hoping for a longer stay, no doubt for the sake of more food. The flames that swirled from his ears crackled as he flicked one of those audial receptors upwards and raised an eyebrow. “You have what Crewel told us to bring, right, Minion?” You nodded and patted the breast pocket of your uniform. “Two Lanternblossoms,” you reported. “Got ‘em in here in a bag.” “Be careful not to lose ‘em,” Grim warned. “Getting them wasn’t easy, y’know!” “Of course I know: I’M the one who had to get them, while you just watched.” “Of course! THAT is because YOU’RE the Minion, and I’M the boss,” Grim said, snootily. You shook your head wearily, a tired smile on your face. Some things never changed. Your thoughts were rudely interrupted when, turning a corner of the hall, you bumped into something…or, rather, someone. You hadn’t been hurrying, but you supposed perhaps the other party was, and you were too groggy to get out of the way in time. Whatever the case, you let out an “oof!” (which was matched by the person you’d bumped into), and swayed on your feet, staggering back. The impact hadn’t been hard enough to knock you over, but it was enough to throw you off balance. “Nya! Watch it!” snapped Grim, jumping out of the way, as if afraid one of the larger figures might fall on top of him. “Sorry,” you mumbled out in a slurred sort of voice. “Hey, hey, it’s all good, babe!” the voice of the other party replied. It was a flamboyant, high-flying sort of voice, with a sort of eternal edge that sounded…you searched for a word, and “slinky” was all that came to your sleep-addled brain.

You stiffened suddenly and sharply as the other party suddenly took hold of you, trying to help you regain balance - “Here, lemme get you back on track, heh heh…” - and took a look at the newcomer. They seemed to be of fairly average height and build, and dressed - at the moment - in a typical school uniform. A strange sort of smell, though not an unpleasant one, seemed to surround the stranger: it was like the fine scent of a fresh sea breeze, very soothing and yet somewhat briny. It reminded you of the scent that seemed to surround Azul and his cronies at different times of the day…however, the deep blue-violet hue of the vest and armband the young man wore informed you he was from Pomefiore, not Octavinelle. The blazer was open; the vest was fully buttoned up, and the shirt tucked in, but they wore no tie and kept the top button of their shirt unclasped. In short, their demeanor was not quite as loose as Floyd, nor as uptight as Azul or Jade; it was some new mode in-between. Before their uniform details, however, you first took stock of the student’s countenance. He had dark skin, similar in hue to that of Kalim, but with purple eyes the color of twin amethysts. Purple eyeliner accented the irises, and a matching hue was painted thinly over his lips, giving him a somewhat androgynous, “Glam Goth” appearance. Golden earrings dangled from his earlobes, and his hair was colored the same shade as his eyes; whether it was dyed or simply natural in its unusual coloration was hard to say. It was spiky on top and along the back, but sheared short on the sides and styled with multicolored streaks. Two cowlicks sprouted from the front of his scalp, vaguely resembling antennae. A golden necklace dangled about his throat. On his left hand, he wore four golden rings - one for each hand minus the thumb - and a golden wristwatch. Curiously, his right hand - and only his right hand - was covered by a purple leather glove. This was the hand he used to brush you fastidiously off. “There now,” said the young man, and grinned. His teeth seemed a bit longer and sharper than most people’s, but not quite the shark-like grin certain other students had. “You okay there, babe?” “Uh…y-yeah, I’m fine,” you stuttered, a bit startled by all this, and by the term of endearment chosen. “Sorry for running into you like that…” “Aww, don’t worry about it. Takes a lot more than that to ruin this face,” answered the other student, with an almost teasing smile as he gestured to his dolled-up physiognomy. “Who are you?” asked Grim, curiously. “Name’s Taoka,” the Pomefiore student said, then smirked. “Heh…lemme guess, you’re the duo from Ramshackle? The eels talk about you two all the time. Especially Floyd.” “Should we be flattered or terrified?” you replied blandly. “Try both,” chuckled Taoka, and arched one violet-hued eyebrow. “Y’know, yer cuter than I expected.” “I am NOT cute!” Grim snarled, hackles rising as he stomped one foot petulantly. “How come nobody gets that through their skulls?!” “You’re adorable, little guy, but it wasn’t you I was talkin’ about,” said Taoka smoothly. You flushed as you realized his expression was fixed upon you, a seductive gleam in his purple eyes. “Well, uh…thank you, I think?” you said with a nervous little laugh. “You should thank me. I don’t just call anybody cute, seafood,” said Taoka, eyes half-lidded as he continued to smirk almost seductively.

You felt the warmth in your cheeks increase, even as you felt mild confusion rise. “S-Seafood?” you peeped. “Heh. The Octopus and the Twins aren’t the only ones from under the sea,” winked Taoka in response, then lifted his gloved hand in a placating gesture. “Don’t worry, sweetheart: I’m not gonna eatcha…” He suddenly stepped closer. He wasn’t much taller than you were, but somehow, he suddenly felt like he was towering over you. “Unless you WANT me to,” whispered the strange young man, showing off those sharp teeth once more. You gulped nervously. Grim frowned, looking between you and the teasing new student. With a slight growl, the little monster jogged over and tugged on your pant leg. “Come on!” he urged, crossly. “Or did you forget about the coffee and food already?” “Food?” you whispered…then shook your head, snapping out of it. “Oh, uh…right! Right, um…G-Grim and I have to get to the cafeteria before heading to class, so, uh…see you later, alright?” Taoka bowed his head and stepped aside, letting you pass. You smiled, thinking that perhaps you’d just made a new friend here at the college, as you walked past him with Grim, once more ready to continue on your way… “You may wanna take a detour on your way to Crewel’s, though,” Taoka’s voice called out to you. “Nya? Why’s that?” Grim asked, turning around…then froze. “Hey…HEY! MINION!” You turned fast at the sound of frustrated alarm in Grim’s voice…and the smile fell from your face as you saw what had worried him. Taoka’s smile had become sneaky and almost sinister. He he lifted his ungloved hand…and revealed the familiar sight of a small plastic bag, which contained the two Lanternblossoms. You patted your breast pocket, and quickly realized he had picked it at some point while brushing you off! Scowling, you looked back angrily. “Give that back!” you demanded. “Why?” asked Taoka, oh-so-innocently. “Can’t find time to get more of this?” “As a matter of fact, no, I can’t! Those plants are NOT easy to find!” you exclaimed. “I know. That’s why I want ‘em,” grinned Taoka, and looked at the items in the bag with a strange sort of interest. “Look at the way they sparkle, too…” “You better give them back!” shouted your catlike companion. “We need those for an assignment!” “Not my problem,” shrugged the flamboyant fellow, waving his free hand about airily. “Guess you’ll have to hope Crewel’s in a good mood, babe.” “Why, you…!” snarled Grim, and yowled as he dropped to all fours and bounded towards the sneakthief. He pounced through the air…and at the same time, the purple-haired youth’s free hand stretched out, fingers outspread. He muttered something - an incantation, you presumed - under his breath…sensing trouble, you rushed forward to try and help Grim… …But at that moment - ZAM! - there was a brilliant flash of golden light. You heard Taoka laugh tauntingly as you were blinded by the sudden bolt. You staggered back and fell against the wall; all you could see was a yellow haze, as if the whole world had been saturated with metallic golden sparkles. You felt dizzy, and couldn’t think straight. You clutched your head as you heard the faint yelp from Grim as he - equally blinded - flopped onto the floor uselessly. After a few moments, the world cleared and showed its true colors again, and the swimming sensation that had come over your head dissipated. You stepped away from the wall, and then hurried towards Grim, who was just sitting up from the floor.

“You okay?” you asked. “Nya…I think so,” nodded the cat-like creature, and frowned, looking around. “Where’d that creep go?” “I dunno,” you sighed dismally. “Whatever he did, it distracted us long enough for him to get away…” “Awww, man,” groaned Grim, ears dipping downward. “Does this mean we’re gonna get in trouble?” “Maybe not,” you said, with a hopeful sort of smile. “I mean…it wasn’t OUR fault we lost those Lanternblossoms. Maybe…maybe Professor Crewel will give us a chance.” Grim blinked…then smiled back. “Yeah! He can’t be mad at us for something that’s not our fault!” he cheered, then grinned wickedly. “Heh heh…maybe he’ll even go find that dumb thief and put THEM through the ringer!” You chuckled weakly as you helped Grim to his feet, and the two of you hurried on your way again. You didn’t have the heart to tell him you had a feeling every word you’d spoken was a false hope.

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You were very right: every word you’d spoken was, indeed, a false hope. Yourself and Grim grumbled in chorus as you worked together to sweep and mop up the floor to the alchemy lab. Crewel had NOT been understanding: you supposed you couldn’t blame him TOO much. After all, he had no PROOF that what you said about having the Lanternblossoms stolen from you was true. And even if he had, it wasn’t exactly Night Raven policy to “forgive incompetence.” However, he had given the two of you something of a redeeming opportunity: if the two of you agreed to clean up the lab after classes were done that day, he would NOT give you an automatic zero on the assignment, and a chance to try it again in a week’s time, for a lower grade. Some credit seemed better than no credit at all, so - with the fashionable educator holding you both over the proverbial barrel - you saw no alternative but to agree. “If I ever see that creep with the purple eyes again, I’m biting his ankles,” growled Grim. “Aim higher,” you droned sourly. “You might hit something that does PERMANENT damage.” A soft chuckle interrupted you both. “It’s not usual to hear you speaking so aggressively, Prefect,” a crisp, cool sort of voice observed. “I’m guessing today hasn’t been one of your best.” The pair of you paused to look up at the source of the familiar vocals. They belonged to an equally familiar figure - tall, stately, and slightly androgynous in appearance - with blonde hair that was dyed pale purple at the ends, and eyes similar in hue to the thieving rascal you’d met before. While those eyes had been filled with a sort of hungry, sultry heat…these were just as cold and cutting as shards of colored glass. You stiffened immediately, feeling not unlike a soldier reporting to their commander as the owner of these gemstone eyes strode grandly into the laboratory. “Good evening, Vil,” you smiled politely, then cocked your head. “Do you need something from here? I can help you find it, if you’re working on a new poison or something.” “Just don’t use it on us!” piped up Grim. Vil sniffed. “Please, I wouldn’t waste anything like that on you, little potato,” he responded dryly to Grim’s statement, then looked back at you, crossing his arms. His expression was even and calm. “I actually need your help, Prefect. I couldn’t find you at your dorm, and after speaking to the Headmage and Professor Crewel in the main office, they directed me here.” “I see,” you said, and put the mop you were holding to one side before pulling out a chair and sitting down. “Well, what’s the problem?”

Grim put aside the scrub brush he had been using and hopped up onto the table behind you. Vil remained standing, pacing slightly as he spoke. Once again, his movements were almost militant, reminding you of a captain addressing their crew. “There is a music tournament coming up here on Sage’s Island. Both Royal Sword and Night Raven will be competing, among others. It’s a bit similar to the VDC, except that in this case, it’s being held in one of the towns, not on either campus…and, in this case, I’m not going to be performing for the Event.” “Is Neige going to perform?” you couldn’t help but ask. Vil paused. He closed his eyes and took a deep, steeling sort of breath. “Very thankfully, he is not,” Vil answered through an exhalation, then went on. “As a matter of fact, both of us have been asked to act as judges for the Event, along with an instructor from each school. Professor Crewel has been chosen to represent Night Raven, along with myself.” “And Royal Sword?” “That is not my concern,” Vil answered, his voice slow, deliberate, and clearly emphasizing each consonant. Realizing you had probably hit a nerve somehow, you lifted your hands in an apologetic, placating sort of way. Vil nodded to show all was well, then went on, pacing once again: “The contestants will all be soloists. Some will be playing live music and singing, others will be performing to pre-arranged tracks. Regardless, the four of us will be judging them by a standard rubric, and the winner will receive a special prize, which is to be provided by Royal Sword.” “How come they always get to have the fun?” meowed Grim, petulantly. “Can I take a wild guess as to why you’re here?” you asked, ignoring the not-feline’s complaints. “If you wish,” replied Vil, folding his hands behind his back authoritatively. “You brought up the fact this event is similar to the Voice and Dance Competition. Back then, you and the Headmage assigned us to be the Stage Managers. Do you need us to do the same thing for this Event?” “To put it bluntly, yes,” Vil replied…and a rare flicker of vulnerability flashed in his eyes. “Considering you were instrumental not only in keeping order during the rehearsals and performance, but also in solving certain…ISSUES that came up…” “Like somebody yelling they were the ugliest old hag in the world and nobody should look at them?” Grim mocked, somewhat meanly. “Those kindsa issues?” Vil narrowed his eyes dangerously. “I will feed you to Kingscholar, Grim, if you say anything remotely similar to those words again,” he answered icily. Grim paled and hid behind the table. “Ignore him,” you advised Vil, then smiled. “If you need my help behind the scenes, I’ll be happy to give it to you. Maybe if we’re lucky, Professor Crewel will give us some extra credit for the assistance.” “I wouldn’t count on it,” chuckled Vil, and his smile became mildly grateful. “I appreciate the easy cooperation, Prefect. I was a little worried, after previous incidents, I might have to twist your arm.”

“Please, don’t even use that phrase figuratively,” you shuddered. “I’ve SEEN you twist people’s arms, I’m amazed a lot of them still HAVE arms after that…” Vil’s smile became a proud smirk. “I dunno…I mean, the Great Grim is a busy awesome mage!” meowed your fire-eared friend. “What’s in it for us if we agree?” “Aside from my gratitude, the Headmage has also promised to pay you both for your services,” Vil replied. Grim’s eyes lit up at the prospect of money. Money, of course, meant food. And food, naturally, was really all it took to make Grim happy. “Well, what are we waiting for?!” he almost squeaked out excitedly. “If that’s the case, I definitely don’t see any reason to say no,” you said. “It’s something different in the schedule…and after all, a day surrounded by music and song? What could possibly be bad about that?” There was an awkward silence. “...I might have just jinxed it, huh?” you peeped. “I pray you have not, potato,” intoned Vil, only half-sarcastically. “I pray that you have not.”

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The competition Vil spoke of was called the Sage’s Solo Showdown, or Triple S. As stage manager for this event, your job was to make sure all of the performers went onstage at the right time for their cues, and that the people working the tech booth were on top of things. (Most of them were students from Royal Sword; thankfully, they had much less difficulty working with a Night Raven College member than you suspected the other way around might have been.) Grim had, at first, pouted over how the job seemed boring - just walking around with a clipboard, in his mind - but the reminder of how much tuna you could buy with Crowley’s offer quickly shut him up. The contest would begin in the early afternoon on a Friday. The location was not at Royal Sword, nor at Night Raven; instead, a “neutral zone” had been chosen in a town on Sage’s Island, where many of the locals lived. It was an indoor ampitheater, smaller than anything on either of the college campuses…but sufficient for the purposes of the contest, which was also smaller in scale than anything either campus would likely conjure up. This was why it was somewhat surprising that, on the day of the contest, things were pretty darn packed. With the smaller accommodations, you had expected a smaller turnout. “Nya…I guess this is what happens when you have both Neige and Vil involved,” Grim piped up, as the two of you marched along through the backstage areas, checking on the contestants. Each person participating in the contest had been given their own dressing room. It was still morning, and you were doing routine check-ins on every room. You didn’t know the names of each contestant participating; they had been marked with call numbers, which you would use to check on each participant. It made things more efficient that way, or so Vil said. You trusted his judgment. “I guess you’re right,” you said, in a slightly delayed response to Grim’s observation. “I doubt it’s Professor Crewel getting this much attention…and not to sell the contestants short, but I don’t think any of them would be getting so much love otherwise. That’s probably why they called on them.” Grim just shrugged, the tiny creature just jogging alongside you, swishing his trident tail this way and that as he glanced about the backstage areas, checking the doors to the dressing rooms. “Where to next, Minion?” he asked. You checked the clipboard and named the contestant number and the room they were staying in - the former was labeled as simply 23, and the latter was 116. You had actually checked in on the room earlier, but the competitor who was set to occupy it had yet to show up. It was time to make another quick check, before the opening ceremony, and make sure all was going smoothly. So far, none of the contestants had given you any trouble: some of them were people you knew, others were strangers till that time, but none of them had been problematic. For one thing, they were all focused on practicing and prepping one last-minute time before their performances. As you approached Room 116, you could hear that the contestant within had arrived, and was doing much the same; the sound of a guitar being strummed and tuned up could be detected through the ajar door. You supposed you could have cut things off there and simply made a few marks in your paperwork, but - for formality’s sake - you decided to check in personally. So, you knocked on the door, and called out “Stage Management, is everyone decent?”

A voice from the other side answered, “I don’t know about that, but I’m dressed.” You frowned and glanced towards Grim. His expression matched your own. Both of you thought that voice sounded oddly familiar, but neither of you were sure why. You shrugged it off, pushed open the door… …And soon found out the reason when you saw the figure seated at the dressing room mirror inside. “You!” Your exclamation was acknowledged with a lifted head, and a wicked sort of grin. Two uncomfortably familiar purple eyes gleamed deviously on a dark, heavily made-up face. “Well, hey there, babe!” crooned Taoka. “Fancy meeting you here.” You weren’t sure what to say…partially because you were a bit taken aback by the appearance of the Pomefiore student before you. He looked even more flamboyant than you remembered when you first met him: at the time, he’d still had the purple, madly-styled hair, the golden earrings and bangles, and the dolled-up face, of course…but he’d been dressed in a common school uniform. Which was certainly fancy enough, but NOTHING compared to the wild, vibrant ensemble he was now garbed in. The purple-eyed pickpocket wore a long, golden jacket with plum-colored lining, which stretched down past the back of his knees. Beneath this was what looked like a pink and purple tie-dyed shirt, with the emblem of a crab stenciled upon it. His pants were blue, with strange spiral patterns stitched into their length; a similar pattern adorned his belt buckle: the buckle reminded you of something you had seen in a textbook on magical artifacts, but you couldn’t recall what it was. Some sort of “stone heart,” or something. The buckle was bright and brassy, and attached to a matching metallic-colored belt. Bright purple boots with golden lining covered his feet, matching the purple glove on one of his bejeweled hands. You heard Grim let out a strange sound, and looked down at him. The little monster was scrubbing at his turquoise eyes and blinking them repeatedly. “Something wrong?” you asked. “I think my eyes are about to start bleeding,” Grim blandly replied, referring to Taoka’s arraignment. You would have snickered, but Taoka beat you to it. “I know, I know,” he said with a drawling sigh, running his fingers through his spiky hair, as he put the guitar he was strumming to one side. “It’s hard to take it all in. So much fabulousness in one room MUST be too much for yer little eyes to handle. I’ll give ya a minute to soak it up.”

Grim just growled irritatedly in response. You couldn’t blame him. The smug, supercilious smile the over-glitzed youth flashed was infuriating…partially, you had to admit, because of how handsome he was, and how he had teased you last time. Thankfully, it was easy to look past those points and focus on your annoyance; you had not by any means forgotten how he’d spoiled things for you. Still, you had a job to do, so you tried to stay civil. “Are you contestant twenty-three?” you asked, as politely as possible. “Is this contestant twenty-three’s room?” Taoka returned, with a teasing grin. “It’s supposed to be,” you replied. “Then yeah, that’s me, babe,” winked Taoka, and his eyes roamed over you once more. A rumble came from his chest. “You look even tastier dressed all official like that…” “Remind me to thank you when I don’t have business to focus on,” you replied, as primly as you could manage. Taoka seemed to pout. “Awww, now, no need to get all uptight,” he cooed, and grinned anew as he stood up from his place, hands casually tucked into his pockets as he swaggered forward. “Listen, I think you an’ I got off on the wrong claw…” “The wrong what?” muttered Grim. Both of you ignored him. “...I just can’t help myself when I see somethin’ shiny an’ special,” Taoka went on, putting on his most innocent smile. You weren’t fooled for a second. “Like Lanternblossoms, or coins of gold…” He stretched his gloved hand towards you. “...Or a good meal.” You smacked his hand away. You REFUSED to blush. “Why do you keep calling me that?” you sneered. “Everyone at Night Raven knows who you are, and WHAT you are.” “That being?” Taoka’s grin now showed off his oh-so-slightly-sharper-than-they-should-have-been teeth. “A snack,” he hissed with relish, and licked those chompers just to show off. “I told you, Azul and the Leeches aren’t the only sea monsters around here.” Deciding you had enough of this drivel, you turned to leave the room, planning to head back without a word. You saw no reason to encourage the young man (whatever he really was) with attention. Unfortunately, he seemed to determined to get it; Grim yelped as a booted foot fell into the space between you and the imp, and Taoka barred your path, placing one hand on his dressing room door, the other resting on his wide, well-curved hips. “I’d be happy to put a snack like you in your place sometime,” he whispered. “All you’ve gotta do is ask.” You bit your lip. You knew you were blushing now, but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of making it greater. “I haven’t gotten this far in life, or in school, by just ALLOWING myself to be eaten,” you replied, coldly. “And I wouldn’t be so casual about it here, if I were you.” “Why not?” Taoka asked, raising one eyebrow. He seemed amused. You gave him a daring sort of smirk in return. “Because, as stage manager, if a contestant is causing too much trouble, I can easily have them suspended from the contest at any time,” you replied, smoothly. Taoka’s smarmy smile instantly disappeared.

“You’re bluffing.” “Oh, no,” you said. “Not a bluff at all. All I have to do is tell one of the judges and the coordinator - your Housewarden happens to be both this year - and if they agree with me…” You made a shooing gesture with one hand. Taoka glared. His gloved fist clenched. You glanced down and noticed that one of his fingers seemed to curl slightly less than the rest…a random and minor odd detail you chose to dismiss for now. “I could change into my true form right now and eat you up,” threatened the golden-clad creep. “You wouldn’t be able to throw me out then, would you?” “No,” you agreed, quite casually. “But I think you’d have a hard time explaining where I went to anybody, and if my assistant stage managers found out, you’d still have issues. The way I see it, you eating me causes you more problems than you simply deciding to be civil for a change.” Taoka’s teeth were bared in a snarl. The snarl became a vicious sort of smile. He was fidgeting slightly. “If this competition didn’t mean so much to me,” he whispered dangerously, “You’d be halfway into my stomach right now. You should know that.” You just shrugged with a cheery smile. “As soon as this is over,” he went on, darkly, “I’m gonna make you wish you’d never been born.” You made a show of yawning. “I’ve had to deal with a lion, a hyena, a werewolf, two psychotic eel-men, a greedy cephalopod, an ogre, a naga, an ink monster, a bug boy, and a very loud crocodile fairy. You’re going to need to try a LOT harder to convince me you’re worth getting worried about,” you said, intentionally mimicking the airy tones of the bullying thief. One of Taoka’s eyes twitched. “What makes you think they’re any better than me?” he growled. Somehow, you sensed you’d struck a nerve. “I didn’t say they were,” you replied…then leaned close and whispered vengefully, “But I was thinking it.” Taoka seethed with fury. Grim just grinned. “I’ll send one of the Assistant SMs later to give you your cue,” you said sweetly, and waved as you cheerfully left the room. “Keep practicing, ‘babe!’ I think you’ll need it!” Grim followed you out. He didn’t start laughing until Taoka slammed the door, and angry guitar string plucks could be heard from inside the room.

To Be Continued in Part 2…

[nompunhere]

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[fastfur07]

Ok really specific idea but. When the prey takes up the pred's whole mouth, and they push them in with a finger and squish them into a tight throat with a loud gulp

[cuddle-2-electric-boogaloo]

Currently on vacation and as much as I love it here I do miss being able to wrap blankets around myself and pretend I'm in someone's belly 😔

[cyncerity]

@beckyu you caused this /pos

anyway here’s how Dream met Tubbo!

tw: soft, safe vore

“Hey, Tommy, can I talk to you about something real quick?” Dream asked, closing his front door behind him as he walked into his house. His son was sprawled out on the couch in their living room, scrolling through his phone and pausing to look up before looking right back down.

“Sure, what’s up, big D?” He asked, not making any move to sit up. Dream sighed, dropping his coat and uniform by the door and moving to sit on the arm of the couch opposite to Tommy. He’d needed to have this conversation for a while. “Ok, this is gonna be an awkward question, but I just have to ask it, if you don’t mind.” Tommy heard the serious tone in Dream’s voice and looked confused, before setting the phone down and moving to sit slightly more propped up, motioning for Dream to continue. He sighed. “Ok, so, I know you’ve been a shifter longer than me, so…how did you deal with your…instincts?”

Tommy furrowed his eyebrows, not reacting for a few seconds. “…what?” “I mean,” Dream continued, trying to put into words what he’d been wondering for almost a month, “how did you deal with having to…” he pointed at his stomach. Tommy’s eyes widened a bit, before he switched to looking even more confused than before. “Same way you do? Y’know, the only way to deal with it…?”

“But how? You’ve been a shifter since you were practically a toddler, I figured out I was a shifter like a month ago, and I introduced you to the fiancés! Who else could you have possible eaten?!”

Tommy just blinked at him. Dream wasn’t sure how he didn’t get what was being asked of him, so he went to continue before Tommy held up a finger to him. “Dream, I ate someone like an hour ago, there’s someone in here right now.” Tommy explained, laying a hand over his midsection. Dream froze because, wow, wasn’t that a weird thought. There’s was a living, breathing person in his son right now. And he hadn’t had the slightest clue until Tommy had told him. Tommy had told him once that when he was stored, he was completely cut off from the outside world, but it hadn’t hit Dream what exactly that meant until just now. God, had Sapnap done this? Had he just swallowed one of his fiancés and gone back to work without anyone knowing? Had he done it with both? Could someone even swallow two borrowers at the same time?

At Dream’s silence, Tommy continued. “I know other people, y’know. I was pretty lucky to find someone who would put up with my weird shifter bullshit at a young age. Helps to know someone as weird as you.” At that Tommy went quiet for a second before trying to stifle laughter and pressing a bit harder on his stomach. “No, he doesn’t know you, does he?“ Dream just stared as Tommy seemed to be listening in on what they were saying. He watched silently for a minute before he saw Tommy’s eyes go wide and his smile widened. “I think you’re right, it’s definitely time to change that.” He gave a couple more pats to his stomach before he sat up and moved his hand to press a bit lower than it had been pressing. Dream watched as he pressed in harder, almost tell by the look on his son’s face that he’d gotten whoever the fuck out of his stomach and back into his esophagus. Tommy traced his way up calmly and motioned for Dream to come sit by him on the couch. Dream, having no idea what else to possible do in that situation, sat by Tommy, who was moving to cup his hands in front of his mouth.

Dream watched in shock as a borrower he’d never seen was pulled out of Tommy’s mouth. He seemed to be about the same age as Tommy, but with hazel brown hair and the general borrower traits Dream had come to recognize after meeting the fiancés. The new borrower just cocked their head to the side, smiling a bit awkwardly before waving. “Uh, hi?”

“What. The. Fuck.” was all Dream could really say at that, which Tommy and the new borrower apparently found absolutely hilarious. They were both wheezing for air, and he swore he could see tears coming out of Tommy’s eyes. But…there was something off about the new borrower. It was almost like his laughter was fading in and out between human-sounding and animalistic. That was…odd, to say the least, but no weirder than anything else that was going on.

“Dream, I’d like you to meet Tubbo.” Tommy said, holding and open palm out with the borrower, Tubbo apparently, standing on it with a hand extended. Dream took his hand between a few fingers and shook it lightly, retracting to wipe the residual spit off on his clothes after realizing that Tubbo was still absolutely soaked. “Pleasure to meet you, bossman.” He thought he heard Tubbo say. His voice was kind of coming in and out like a radio trying to find a station through static, so he couldn’t be too sure what he’d said.

“What’s up with your voice…?” Dream asked. “…?” Tubbo looked confused for a minute before letting out a short squeak that Dream could guess was a “what.” “I mean, why are you kinda speaking and kinda making animal noises?” He tried to clarify, which apparently helped, because Tubbo seemed to just nod in understanding and point back up to Tommy. “Happens when you go too long without shifting.” the younger shifter explained, taking the hint Tubbo had given him. “You can hear borrowers for a while after you’re small, but wait too long before shrinking again and they gradually start to sound like rodents.” That actually made sense to Dream. He’s gone long enough that he hadn’t been able to understand his smaller friends at all (he’d been extremely panicked before shrinking down to have Sapnap explain that one), but he never knew there was a middle ground between understanding them and not understanding them. “Great, good that that’s on my radar now, what fun.” Dream replied sarcastically, making Tommy laugh. Tubbo snapped his fingers, drawing attention back to himself before quickly climbing up Tommy’s are and hopping onto his shoulder, mumbling something Dream couldn’t quite hear to Tommy. “Right, it’s all about you then, innit.” Tommy scoffed, at which Tubbo stuck a tongue out at him. Tommy revolted by leaning forward, making Tubbo yell in what Dream heard as a mix of squeaks and surprisingly colorful language for someone his age. And he thought the only 16 year old with a sailors mouth was Tommy, though who knows, maybe he picked it up from Tubbo. They seemed to be…really close. Close enough that Tommy able to store him to satisfy whatever weird “pack instinct” came from this, as Sapnap had explained. So, whoever this was classified as Tommy’s pack? To Tommy’s instincts, they were family? Hell, maybe to each other they were family. He wouldn’t know. Seriously, where had this kid come from?

“So…uh, how did you two meet?” Tommy paused in lifting Tubbo back onto his shoulder to look at Dream before leaning back onto the couch again, Tubbo firmly sat pressed up against his neck. “It’s a bit complicated, really, but I’ve known him for a while. Since I was, like, 5. He’s about a half a year older than me, so it was pure luck that we met someone else our age.” “5?” Dream asked. “But that was before-“ “Yeah, it was.” Tommy interrupted, and Dream shrunk back in on himself. He knew it was a touchy subject, but Tommy continued nonetheless. “I…wasn’t a shifter yet. But I didn’t care that it was weird to befriend someone smaller than my hand who I couldn’t even understand. They were never home and Tubbo’s parents had abandoned him at my old house, so we were pretty much all each other had. He became my best friend, practically my brother.” Tommy said, turning his head to look down at his apparent brother, who said something to the affect of “stop getting so sappy” and “clingy,” making Tommy laugh with a half-hearted poke to the borrower’s chest and a “fuck off man, I am not.”

“When I did become a shifter,” Tommy continued, “Tubbo was my main support. I didn’t have anyone else, besides you, really, and you were only able to see me so often at the group home. He helped me learn what it was like to be small. He taught me how to get around, to scavenge and whatnot. He came with me to every foster house and eventually, here.” He finished. “Wait, Tubbo’s lived here as long as we have?” Tommy’s pointed ears turned a bit pinkish and turned down, probably a sign of embarrassment. Dream mentally pat himself on the back that he was starting to get better with borrower body language but this wasn’t the time to focus on that. “Uh…yeah. He moved in with me when you bought this place.”

“…Tommy that was 4 years ago.” “Uh huh.” “And you never thought to mention a third roomate of any kind?” “Nope.” Tommy said, popping the p. Dream put his head in his hands. “What am I gonna do with you.”

“Hey, this isn’t just on me! I told Tubbo he should meet you himself, he just never knew when to!” Tommy interjected, and Dream looked up to see Tubbo nodding. “Even before we knew you were a shifter, it’s not like we didn’t trust you, it’d just been long enough that we assumed you’d met him by accident or something at that point.” Tommy explained frantically, while Tubbo continued nodding. “…Or that you would eventually. This mother fucker is the least subtle borrower you’ve ever met.” Tommy finished while Tubbo only took his focus off of Dream for one second to punch the shoulder he was sitting on. Dream sighed. “Well, I guess I know him now. It’s nice to meet you Tubbo, even if you’ve kinda already known me for a while now, as weird as that is.”

Tubbo laughed, saying something that Dream couldn’t quite make out before switching to hand signs, which honestly shocked Dream a bit. So borrowers couldn’t read or write (he’d learned not to put Sapnap on any organizational jobs unless he could sort by color), but they knew sign language? Or Tubbo had taught himself after meeting Tommy. Yeah, that’s probably make more sense. Dream shook his fist back and forth in what he was fairly positive was ‘no’ in sign language. “Sorry, I only know a little asl, i’m not sure what you’re saying.” Tubbo huffed and crossed his arms dramatically (Dream could guess that he picked that up from Tommy), looking up to his friend without saying a word. Somehow, Tommy seemed to get what he was saying.

“We only know bsl, sorry. But we’d be happy to teach you! We’re both fluent. Helps when you’re stuck at work and you wanna talk without people thinking you’re talking to yourself. Or, y’know, you could just shrink and actually talk to him later.” “I can shrink and talk him him now?” Dream said. Tommy shrugged. “Nah, he’s busy right now.” He said playfully as Tubbo apparently seemed to get the message and jumped backward off of Tommy’s shoulder. He didn’t make it far, as Tommy turned and grabbed him before he could hit the couch, lifting him back up to his face. Tubbo screamed while laughing, a manic smile on his face as Dream watched Tommy open his mouth and lick him, Tubbo half-heartedly pushing the tongue away.

Dream huffed a laugh, standing to leave the couch as Tommy managed to finally stuff Tubbo back into his mouth, trying not to laugh as well. He seemed pretty distracted, so Dream made his way out of the room after a quick pat to his son’s shoulder and a reminder to spit Tubbo out soon so Dream could order take-out or something as an actual meal. Tommy hummed a bit to show he’d heard before swallowing his friend back down. “Got it, big man.” he finally said after Tubbo had moved pst his windpipe. “My instincts were still just a bit fucky. I’ll be good in like an hour. You think we can order chinese or something?” Dream actually laughed out loud at how casual the conversation became in just a second, as if this kid hadn’t just swallowed someone alive. Tommy barely had a second thought about this, apparently. Though, Dream reasoned that he was probably the odd one out if it was such a casual thing for the other two apparent occupants. But he just smiled. “Sure kid, I can order chinese.” he answered before ruffling Tommy’s hair before leaving the room, deciding he would deal with how normal this was all becoming another day.

God, what was his life anymore.

[ispyspookymansion]

hey guys did you know most people dont find cannibalism romantic

[withoutalice]

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Can't believe that they gave us canonical Metroplex (Trypticon too ig-) v0re 😳

We could've had Max too but he was a coward 🧍‍♂️

I mean-

the episode is literally called "Consumed" 👀

(Shout out Emissary the Titan Master you're a real one 😭👍)

[mariopokemonuniverse]

Reptile as a Vore Pred

After seeing the newest Mortal Kombat 1 trailer, Reptile is now also among my favorite vore preds. His fatality that was shown is my favorite in the upcoming game so far, even though I usually prefer hard vore, and this one is more along the lines of soft vore. His stomach acid is probably even more potent than the Dead Pool, although probably still not as potent as Mileena’s if she has a new fatality based on her Klassic one. His X-ray move/fatal blow also shows that his bite is now as strong as Mileena’s, and his mouth is bigger than hers.

In addition to the new fatality, I really like his fatality from MK4/Gold in which he eats his opponent’s face, so I have decided to make him perform that one on Stryker in my upcoming comic that will be drawn by @4lex-4nder. So far I only plan to include Reptile on one page, but he may reappear and perform another fatality if I get a new idea. Because work on the story for the comic began immediately after the release of Mortal Kombat 11 in 2019 and not all of the characters we need are going to reappear in Mortal Kombat 1, we will be maintaining each character’s most recent design up to Mortal Kombat 11’s Kombat Pack 2. That means the Reptile design we will be using for the comic is from Mortal Kombat X, but @4lex-4nder may also draw him in his new design eventually.

[thefanciestborrower]

Zuko…?

Yeah Zuko….

He’s got vore potential