Homk Homk, its me..... Clown. A 22, nonbinary motherfucker, who accepts vore and g/t in many flavors of hard and soft and whatnot. I dont bite! And for the most part I try to keep it clean out here.
Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
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(Doesnt draw v.ore my whole life bc im scared itll look bad) (draws it bad anyway)
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Basic premise is that you’re inside the stomach while Toriel sits by the fire and reads. I haven’t got much else to say at the moment cause my wrist is being screwy.
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[written with sfw intention]
happy 8/8! in celebration, have a wint/ersberg fic :)
warning for fearplay. 's all good and safe otherwise :)
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Was talking about parasitic "prey" and of course I had to loop everything back to my current losers. (Mild) gore and (not mild) parasitism themes under cut
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#HELL YEA I LOVE THIS#i LOVE when Vore has a nifty twist and this is fucking NEAT i SHAKE you#rehonk
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The Pit 🍕
Give J.eff a break... PUH-LEASE (I love J.eff sm..)
Anywho i LOVE INTO.THE.PIT SM!! (the game, i aint reading the book-)
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FINALLY done with this, a concept of the storage and digestive dolphin pred guts (-the thing that inspired me to make Alon in the first place shsjh)
Anyways I feel like it's usually the first stomach that's safe in mer/naga/centaur vore so I wanted to change it up a little bit.
Also felt like it made a bit more sense for Alon's bigger stomach to be for storing stuff yk?
This does make it so they can only digest one person at a time because of the lack of room in their first stomach, but I really like it that way I think, gotta wait ur turn.
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They did not have the rights to animate it like this
[Goin' Feral]
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Fancy pred sitting at their dinning table for a lavish, big meal; following all the standard rules of etiquette. They cut their food with a fork and nice, savoring each bite. Any smudges on their mouth they swiftly wipe away. There's lovely music accompanying them, and a servant refilling their cup and bringing them various new courses.
Within their stomach, that gorgeous food drops as mush onto the prey who's been stuffed in there the entire time; the first course of this meal. The pred feels rather satiated, occasionally rubbing their stomach to ease their meal. The music is muffled by the body of the pred. The servant pays them no mind. Right then, they're just a tasty part of an elegant meal.
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*wakes up in a cold sweat* I gotta redraw my weird art
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Full of many thoughts tonight...I wanna make a yandere oc that's essentially a building-like entity that wants you and will do anything to keep you within it...the structure of it is fleshy and full of gore, but uncanny blends of normal arcitrcture seamlessly meld into the living tissue to make a strange hellscape that you can't escape from.
It creates an 'ideal' human form to take in order to interact with you, to take care of you, to love and nurture you and your fragile human body. This shell can't leave from the depths of whatever the hell you're trapped in as it gets too weak away from its body otherwise, so it goes above and beyond with keeping you under its surveillance and care.
It'd feed you prey that it drags in, or pieces of its own flesh that the shell lovingly carves away from the walls with tears in its eyes, smiling unnaturally as it forces the raw flesh into your mouth. Loving you is so painful, but in a beautiful way; it doesn't know how to put the feeling into words yet, but it hopes that one day it can explain it to you.
It loves being able to surround you completely and nurture you within it, often times using its shell to force place you within a fleshy patch so it can wrap its slick tendrils around you and spend some quality time with you...the more you struggle and thrash against its love, the more that you sink into the suffocating flesh and the tighter its tentacles secure you into your rightful place. You will rest and lay with it.
The shell often becomes unstable, not being able to hold a human form for a little while as it experiences intense emotions towards you, being reduced to a shambling mess of flesh and bone that constantly reaches for you with malformed, sinewy limbs whilst it constantly whispers your name over, and over. Even when you cover your ears, its voice penetrates your thoughts and chips away at your sanity over time, becoming more relaxing and soothing as it whispers its never-ending confessions of love to your very soul.
(More Home thoughts can be found right here, and its appearance can be found here!)
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a post-wine nap with friends 🍷
(using the characters and emulating the beautiful traditional style of @thefanciestborrower! inspired by their most recent post)
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Okay well maybe one more before I take a break for a bit. Just some ambient “being in the room with a full, snoozing pred” type stuff. The audio’s like 4 and a half minutes long, so, yeah.
If you wanna see other audio that I’m not able to/not going to port over here then don’t forget I’ve got an FA account where everything gets posted, hahaha. Was branching out into not-safe-for-tumblr stuff but deeeeefinitely can’t post that over here! If nothing else though, enjoy the gurgliness o:
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just doodles :3c
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Only high class content here, He might’ve just eaten a man alive but he washed it down with the right wine
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Bee milf (bilf) that cares for little grubs in the nursery and might let u sit on her lap or eat you if you ask
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Was a hot sec since the last indulgence drawings of the girls, obviously that had to be remedied
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Craving — Good Morning, My Beloved
Rowan belongs to @wonderful-bellies , Luke belongs to me.
Rowan and Luke cuddle after waking up in the morning.
Contains: G/T, G/T cuddling, g/t vore, extreme cuddling, endosoma, vore, soft vore, safe vore
Word Count: 2,756
Rowan’s face rests against his pillow. Luke, his love, his everything, lies shrunken next to his face. In fact, he’s leaning up against Rowan’s face. The predator smiles at this, lifting his hand and pressing it against the other’s tiny body, holding him against his face. He nuzzles Luke, purring and closing his eyes. Luke can’t help but chuckle as he’s pressed further against his boyfriend’s face, relaxing his head. He nuzzles it, soon placing the tiniest kiss up against his cheekbone.
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