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No, you're not tweaking at all. I reblogged it from you, and it's GONE.

So I don't know what happened but I can't find the "ask game" thing I reblogged yesterday??? Like, at all??

So now I'm sitting here looking at leftover asks in deep confusion because I did not memorize that stuff AT ALL so I'm basically just like

Am I tweaking?? WHERE DID IT GO?

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Vore is always adult content even if it's safe for work sorry, don't give minors and ppl who want to take advantage of a cartoon trope wiggle room for sexual predation...lurk until your safe to engage. Sorry.

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Reblog this if you like goopy, painless digestion! Y’all are my people

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So... You're new to the community and want to know how to tag your posts...

Well, you've come to the right place! I have been seeing way too many people not understanding how to tag their posts, so I'm going to (hopefully) explain a little better how to tag it.

Thanks to Tumblr's ban on, ahem, Adult Content, you can't just straight up tag your posts as vore. But fear not! Here are some variations you can use:

V.ore, v/ore, v0re, vor3 (I personally mainly use the "v.ore" variation)

Great. So, now you know how to tag your post as vore. But what about the other things?

Everyone in this community has different tastes, but there are a few main sub-categories of vore.

Soft vore: Use this for when the prey is swallowed whole!

Hard vore: Use this for when the prey is eaten in multiple pieces (torn apart, crunched up, etc etc)

Fatal vore: Use this for when the prey is digested and dies

Safe vore: Use this for when the prey is totally safe!

Okay, we've got the main categories out of the way. But wait! There's more...

Safe vore tends to come with a few extra tags: "Extreme Cuddling" and "Endosoma." There are other tags you can use, but the other tags end up inadvertently clogging up the fatal tags, so it's best to not use them.

Now... What are some tags you can use to describe the scenario? Well, I am glad you asked that, dear reader! You can use tags to describe the overall state of the pred/prey.

For preds: willing pred, semi-willing pred, unwilling pred, male pred, female pred, nonbinary pred, ambiguous pred, cruel pred, sweet pred, gentle pred, monster pred, human pred, giant pred

For prey: willing prey, semi-willing prey, unwilling pred, male prey, female prey, nonbinary prey, ambiguous prey, monster prey, human prey, tiny prey

Make sure you tag the species of your pred/prey, as some people don't like humans in vore, and some people don't like monsters in vore.

"What about what's happening in the scenario?"

There are different kinds of other kinks that can be mixed into vore.

foodplay, fearplay, primal play, hypnosis, intox, giant/tiny (G/T for short)

"But what about the act of vore itself?"

There are many different ways a pred can ingest a prey. Yes, I know, it seems silly... But this whole kink is kind of silly and unrealistic, so bear with me!

Methods of consumption: oral vore, anal vore, cock vore, tail vore, belly vore, pec vore

(Note: you will probably have to play with the spelling a little and/or censor these words).

"What about what's happening inside the belly?"

Inside the belly: Digestion, painless digestion, painful digestion, orgasmic digestion

(Once again, the kink is pretty silly, so, you can make Digestion feel however you want it to feel for the prey.)

"And the aftermath?"

It's up to the writer to decide what they want to happen after the prey has been consumed. There are some ways you can tag what's happened afterwards, though:

post vore, weight gain, reformation vore, regurgitation

"Okay, but like, what about when things are just implied or not explicitly stated?"

you can use: implied vore, implied digestion, implied fatal

Tagging is a great way to reach the specific audiences that you want to reach, and it's also a good way to avoid trouble later down the line. Leaving a really broad tag on a super specific post will expose people to stuff they don't want to see, and nobody wants that kind of trouble. Yes, it is up to people to curate their Internet experiences, but why make it challenging? Tag posts properly to help avoid conflicts!

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[ID: a very simply drawn three panel comic. the first panel shows a person approaching a cat that's laying on the floor and reaching down to hug her, saying "gertie." the second panel shows two coins falling from the person's shirt pocket. the third panel shows the coins bouncing off the cat, who doesn't care.]

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cw: plush pred, mentions of digestion near the end

imagine one day you get an enormous package delivered to your house.

you drag it inside, and open it to discover a huge dragon plush. you didn't order it... but the plush is so well made! it has little patches of embroidered scales, a soft ruff of fur around its cheeks and down its back, and its mouth is open as its head is in an upright position. it even has a silky red tongue. whoever made this put a lot of work into it- it would be a shame not to keep it, wouldn't it?

the dragon fits on your bed, curling around the whole length of it. you snuggle up next to it that night, ready to doze off, when you hear a deep chuckle. you look around wildly for whoever made that sound, and check your phone to make sure there wasn't a video playing or something. you don't notice the dragon licking its chops with that silk tongue, since its head is high above to.

you don't get time to react as the dragon lowers its jaws around your head. one second you're looking at your phone, and the next you're surrounded by darkness and warm, soft fabric. the fabric at the back of its throat has opened up, and your head is already inside before it even has to swallow. you start to struggle, but plush claws clamp around your body. despite apparently not having any muscles, this dragon is alive, and strong, and hungry. you can feel its tongue licking you, tasting you, and it starts to purr in delight.

one swallow forces your shoulders into its throat. the fabric stretches around you, stuffing moving against you like the peristalsis of real throat muscles. you know from the size of the dragon that you're probably not even halfway down its throat. this is going to be a long trip down. you keep trying to break free, but it's difficult to breathe in a tight throat, and you just end up tiring yourself out.

as it gulps down your chest, the dragon lifts you up and holds you horizontal. that damn tongue is still licking you. it flicks against your groin with interest, and you shudder. it moves on, swallowing you deeper and tilting its head back. you begin to slide with the aid of gravity.

eventually, you feel your legs slip inside of its gullet, and then your feet as it closes its mouth. by this time your head has entered its stomach, though it's still just stuffing. you can feel that the fabric is still stretching to accommodate your body, but it's not so tight now. you're slowly squeezed into its belly. the dragon rolls over onto its side, its claws around its belly as it groans and purrs with pleasure.

you assumed it would be over here. you assumed it wouldn't be capable of digesting you. but you seem to have assumed wrong as its stomach starts to move and growl around you, pushing your body this way and that, your skin slowly starting to numb. you start to thrash, struggle, anything to escape! but the dragon just pushes against you with its claws, forcing you back to the middle of its stomach as it enjoys its meal.

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I am blind. I cannot see. But you know what?

That does not matter.

My hunger drives me; I don't need to see you to catch you. I can hear your footsteps, your heartbeat. The breeze carries your scent to me, telling me where exactly you are. I can stalk through this maze, quiet as a mouse, and catch you. Running will only prolong this arduous ordeal, and darling, don't you know how much I desire you? Your panicked breathing is getting closer, your scent getting stronger... and...

Now, I have your taste on my tongue. End of the road, darling.

Your fists bang on my shoulders. You're going to leave me with bruises - but that's okay. I forgive you. I swallow once, pulling you in quickly. My throat muscles contract and pull you in eagerly, and I hear you yelp and I feel you squirm and try to pull away... But it's no use.

I wonder... How does your face look right now? How does your soft body look while it's slowly being dragged down my gullet, where it belongs?

It's moments like this where I wish I could see.

I tip my head up. Just a few more seconds, and soon, you're rapidly slipping down my throat and spilling into my stomach. I let out a steady breath as I feel my middle stretch almost painfully. I rest a hand on my gut, and then, I sigh in satisfaction as you start to thrash and squirm violently.

It's of no use, darling, don't you get it? You're mine... All mine, now.

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Creamy Tomato Butter Beans

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butternut squash and sausage tortellini soup

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Making wine

1) gather fruit like grape or plum that has a visible yeast bloom on it

2) smash whole fruit with fist. Yes, without washing. You don’t want to wash off those wild yeasts. Yes you can leave the seeds/pit

3) stuff smashed fruit into a reasonably sterile container, with a cloth lid to stop spiders and flies from falling in. You can also sterilize a big pickle jar with boiling water and just lightly place the lid on top.

4) top up with distilled (Not Tap Water, which contains chlorine and stuff that kills yeast) water till the mash kinda floats a bit, and add a big dollop of honey, or other sugar source.

5) wait 12-30 hours, while looking for bubbles formation to show yeast is going crazy

6) mop up the sticky foam that bubbled up from your wild yeasts processing the FUCK outta those fruits. Turning fruit sugar into alcohol and CO2 gas

7) after three days, get tired of cleaning up sticky foam overflow residue every morning and night, and scoop out most of the solids

8) after 8 days of fermenting, see bubbles slow down, sediments start to settle, and move liquids to a carboy with a water-air lock.

9) continue to allow fermentation until bubbles stop forming.

10) if it smells awesome, drink and bottle that shit. If it ever starts to smell rancid; toss it.

Congrats, you’ve participated in a traditional brewing art that humans have been doing since 7,000 BC. Like, bronze-age human delights.

If anyone tries to tell you that winemaking is hard, ignore their opinion.

It’s hard to make specific flavors, specific alcohol percentages, and specific appearances. Yeasts present on fruit skins wanna make wine so bad they look stupid.

If you want your wine to be shelf stable and not keep it in the fridge all the time, you gotta measure it’s specific gravity and do a little math conversion. If it’s too low, toss some vodka in there to make a “fortified” wine. Extra alcohol = protection from going bad.

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Pred sitting back in a chair, not doing anything with their gut round and big, producing so many meaty glorps and gurgles, and at first, it's not clear why their stomach is so noisy... But then, upon closer inspection, there are high-pitched screams, heavily muffled by the pred's already fat gut. Looking more closely, it's also apparent that the pred's gut is shifting and moving ever so slightly, but it's subtle and hard to notice.

When nobody is looking, the pred will caress their stomach and knead their fingers into the prey, earning even louder screams - these ones almost loud enough to be heard by the people around them. But the pred's gut muffles the prey so perfectly and keeps them so well trapped that most people around them are none the wiser - some poor soul is being mercilessly digested in the pred's fat gut.

Bonus points if the prey is actually someone important, and everyone else is looking for them in confusion, even speaking to and asking the pred about their whereabouts, but the pred just shrugs their shoulders and claims to have no knowledge of where the prey is... All while a gurgle deep from their belly sounds.

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It happens so fast that they don't bother to check what their prey has on them. They pin their prey to the wall quickly, grinning devilishly at them as they gasp in shock. Then, without warning, the pred stuffs the prey's wrists into their mouth, relishing in their salty, tender flavor, before swallowing quickly. The prey doesn't even have time to scream, it happens so fast - by the time they're making any noise, they're already halfway down the pred's gullet, and soon enough, they're curled up in the pred's gut.

It's another satisfying victory for the pred, another successful hunt. They sigh in satisfaction and slump down, taking a seat on the ground. They run their hands over the plump swell of their stomach, relishing in their meal. Inside their stomach, they can hear their prey's muffled voice, desperately trying to speak... But the pred doesn't pay any attention to it. This is typical of all prey; desperate pleading when they're already in the center of the pred's gut, where they belong. Don't they realize this? They're not escaping - not at all.

What the pred doesn't know is that this particular prey is desperately calling all of their friends for help. They're trying to get through to someone, anyone, but nobody is answering - why isn't anyone answering? They're trapped here, and nobody is answering!

As a result, the prey ends up leaving multiple desperate voicemails to several different people, begging for help. They're trapped in a stomach, they say - they're being digested! Please, please help!

But nobody answers.

Hours drag on. The prey's voice slowly starts to become more muffled, and their struggles start to weaken. Soon, they're completely still... And the pred's stomach gradually begins to round out and shrink. The pred lets out a satisfied sigh, relishing in these later stages of digestion, until-

Bzzzzz! Bzzzzz! Bzzzzz!

The disruption pulls a strained gurgle from the pred's stomach, and they wince at the harsh sensation of a phone vibrating, deep in the fold of their gut. They rest a hand on their stomach and lightly press down, trying to find where the source of the buzzing is.

Bzzzzz! Bzzzzz! Bzzzzz!

The next series of vibrations pill a sick groan from the pred's stomach, and they whine.

The prey left quite the voicemails, it turns out - upon checking their phones, their friends would've discovered multiple frantic voicemails.

"Help me! P- please! Some psyche just ate me! I'm on- ooof, ow, too tight - i'm on fourth street!"

And in the background of this voice message? They would've heard a cacophony of wet groans, gurgles, and even sloshes as their friend was mercilessly groped by wrinkly stomach walls, being treated as nothing more than nourishment.

Unfortunately, they're much too late in their response to this voice message. Their friend is plumping up the pred's intestines, doomed to become a soft layer of pudge on their hips... And the prey's friends will never know which pred it was that robbed their friend away from them.

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You're kissing me so deeply that I've gone brainless. I can't breathe very well like this, nor can I even think at this moment - so, when you pull away and open up your mouth to me, I stupidly lean forward for more, resting my head on your tongue.

Glp... Glrk... Glk...

A powerful gulp snaps me out of the haze in my mind, and I wince, dazed and confused. Before I can process anything, another gulp sounds, and I'm already halfway down your throat. Your throat is covered in spines angled downward, forcing me to keep still - if I struggle, they'll cut me open.

Glp... Glrk... Glk...

Finally, I'm pushed into your stomach. I hear you let out a deep sigh of satisfaction, and then, you shift and roll onto your back, causing me to tumble around in your stomach a little and get confused. I scramble for purchase, but I somehow only manage to slip deeper into the folds of your stomach.

"Good girl," I hear your voice rumble above me somewhere. Then, I feel something pressing in on me from the outside, as if you're rubbing your stomach... But I'm not certain.

The muscles of your stomach start to undulate and roll a little. I try to scramble forward, but each rolling motion just slips me back easily. I can't help but panic a little, and I wish I hadn't been so foolish and dazed earlier.

"L- Let me out!" I cry.

There's a moment of silence... But then, you respond.

"But you're mine."

Something in your voice is dark and almost angry - I whimper as your stomach clenches around me before relaxing again.

"And besides... You saw those spines. Even if I wanted to, I wouldn't be able to let you out... But you're welcome to try and struggle, darling. It feels lovely."

Your words send a shiver down my spine. I'm trapped here, in your stomach... And sooner or later, you're going to digest me - alive.

And I have no choice but to endure every second of it. I can only pray that I pass out soon... Maybe then, it won't be so agonizing to become one with your body.

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Pred who promises they'll leave room for you to be dessert, but then they eat enough food to feed a family of 6. When they're done, they tell you they're too full and can't eat you, and you feel so heartbroken, so you just force yourself down their maw, even with their protests, but as you find yourself in their stomach, you realize they were right. You're incredibly squished with all the food, and the pred can't stop groaning in pain from how much they've eaten. The pred begs you to leave their stomach, but neither of you can do anything. The pred's too full to spit you out, and you're trapped, unable to move with all the food around you. So, the only thing the pred can to is to sit through the pain and digest you with all the food.

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Current thought, pred relaxing after a meal, hust lying on their couch or in bed with the tv in the background while their meal squirms around

Cozily rubbing circles on their gurgling belly, maybe whining about how full they are and telling their meal how nice they feel in there… falling asleep and waking up with a much more still, squishy belly, sloshing and gurgling as their belly digests what’s left of whoever they chose to be dinner that night, softened significantly as their form gets melted down

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When I said I'm a hungry predator, I meant it. I haven't eaten in days, and all of the individuals passing by on the sidewalk look to me like they'd be better suited to being my food.

It's a wonder I haven't eaten you just yet, actually. You're so kind despite your naiveté, asking if I'm feeling sick or ill...you didn't even suspect, did you? That a total stranger could possibly swallow you whole...

I decide to give you one last warning, a whiff of the possible dangers to come. But your only reaction to hearing I was hungry was saying you had a granola bar in your bag if I'd like it, along with giving me a cheerful smile.

It's that happy smile of yours that finally gets me to move, putting both hands on your shoulders. Then, I grab you, hoisting you to my hungry jaws, and swallow you down with such obvious voraciousness that I leave drool all over the ground.

By the time the last of your form has settled in my stomach, immediately satisfying my days-long hunger, I'm already rubbing my belly to aid in digesting you into nothing but chyme. Your spurts of wriggling won't help you, not one bit. "Shouldn't have approached me when I'm hungry," I murmur. "Should've made sure a hungry beast like me was kept in its cage..."

I chuckle as your movements start to die down.

Perhaps in your next life, you'll know better.

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