#almost soft vore

[novorehere]

Vore is actually the pinnacle of comedy when you include a character acting as the “straight man” who’s wholly disgusted and appalled by the casualness of everyone around them. What do you mean you just got swallowed whole and alive. What do you mean it was “just a misunderstanding.” What do you mean the two of you are going out for brunch tomorrow. What the fuck.

[vorish-wonderland]

Floyd is given some candy, and a shrunken you. He seems to think that you're an amazing addition to his tasty Halloween treat.

Includes: licking, unwilling prey, unintentional vore, not spell checked. Happy Halloween.

★✦Trick AND Treat!✦★

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Today is Halloween! Since it lands on a weekday this year, the students have been permitted to wear their costumes to class!

Floyd has been with you all day, thanks to an... issue that happened yesterday. He shrunk you with a spell. He claimed that it wasn't on purpose, but... knowing him...

"We're matching costumes, shrimpy~! Isn't that nice??~" Floyd excitedly asks, carrying to with him in his hand.

"Only because my costume doesn't fit anymore." You sigh. Floyd was a mummy, as Octavinelle had decided to be, and he just wrapped some little white ribbons around you. This also means you can't move. "Also, would it have killed you to put more effort in?"

"I think you look adorable, and that's all that really matters." He rolls his eyes. "Anywhoseles, let's go to the cafeteria~! I heard they're handing out candy I'm between classes today!!~" He squeezes you tight in his hand, running off to the cafeteria.

When he gets there, you both get a piece of candy. You get a little gumdrop, with the promise of getting more tomorrow to make up for it. Floyd, meanwhile, is given a grape flavoured lollipop.

"Mmmhh... nice of 'em to be giving you more candy tomorrow." Floyd sticks his into his mouth, sucking on it while holding the stick with his sharp teeth. "How's that little thing, shrimpy?"

"...good enough..." You've already finished it.

"So... what should we do now?? I was planning on skipping, and you've gotta do whatever I do, so I guess you are too." He snickers to himself.

"Floyd, I don't want my grades or attendance to get messed up!!" You pout.

"The teachers already gave you the day off until we get this solved, who caaaaares???"

"Bring me to my class already, start going!"

"Nah, you're coming with me. And you can't do anything about it!"

You start to struggle against the little ribbons, as Floyd pulls the lollipop from his mouth. He looks at it, before looking at you. He does this a few times, before doing... something.

He loosens the ribbons that hold you, and for a minute, you think he's going to let you go... before he ties you to his very sticky lollipop. Your hair and skin and clothes all stick to it... you really don't like the feeling of it.

"Hey, what the hell?!"

"You're staying with me, like I said."

You try to struggle and protest, but it doesn't exactly do anything.

As Floyd walks around the school, trying to find somewhere to slack off, he absentmindedly puts the lollipop back in his mouth.

You're absolutely shocked. Is he really doing this?! He licks at your body and his lollipop, not even questioning the new taste and strange shape...

"GAH-! FLOYD, STOP!" You yell in protest, not even sure if you'll hear you as he continues to suck at the sugary liquid caused by his saliva weakening and melting the candy.

Luckily for you... or maybe unluckily... he pulls you out.

"Ohhh. Ehehe, sorry, shrimpy~" He giggles and tries not to look at you. "You know, I didn't even realize you were there!"

"It was horrible..." You let out a shaky sigh.

"Awwww, what's wrong?? You were scared or somethin'~?"

"OBVIOUSLY!! HOW COULD I N-?!"

Before you could even finish your sentence, Floyd sticks you back into his mouth. Oh, great.

Floyd holds the candy, and you, in his mouth for some time.

He keeps doing what he's doing, not caring all too much about about how you're feeling about all this. He licks and sucks until he thinks he has enough sweetness, which he then swallows. He almost forgets you're there.

Almost.

Oh, he remembers you're there the moment he feels you go down his throat, the moment he pulls out the lollipop and sees that you slipped out of the ribbons that tied you to the grape flavoured candy, which has now lost most of his shape.

"Sh..." He's about to say something to you, before he stops.

You're probably very scared right now, aren't you? You probably think he didn't notice. You might think you're going to die.

And really... being scared...

That's what Halloween is about, isn't it?

"Happy Halloween, shrimpy..." He thinks to himself. "I'll let 'em out eventually... it'll be real cute to feel them squirm in fear for a bit, though~"

[calibraptor]

I'm definitely in a bit of a mood today.

Having 2-3 people squirming, fidgeting, and ever so slowly melting inside my gut that's sagging between my legs and indenting into my thighs under my desk as I vibe & play videogames.

Friends & teammates asking after the muffled vocalizations of my prey and the significantly LESS muffled rumbling of my stomach that keeps picking up over my microphone.

Then the folks all crammed and tangled up inside my gut finally start to cave in to the unrelenting heat and greedy folds that keep kneading into them, my gut softening, squelching, and finally starting to shrink and recede back into my frame as my prey sluices deeper into me to be absorbed.

Soon enough finding myself wedged into my chair as my prey adds to me, my haunches growing increasingly soft n' pillowy until my thighs are indenting into the armrests as my meals make themselves at home on my body.

It's going to be a struggle to get out of this chair now... 💦

[nomstellations]

Voretober D11- Regret

For...once, in your life, you were beginning to think you knew the definition of overdoing it.

Your stomach gurgled rather contentedly for something that felt so sore. Your meal had settled down after putting up a decent struggle, but you were sure you could work them down. They were bigger than your usual meals, but you were sure you could handle it...and now that was coming back to bite you. Man, did your stomach hurt...but the hardest part was over. You could handle a bit of a bellyache.

You reclined where you sat, resting your hand on your stomach and listening to it burble and gurgle. Your meal pressed out against your stomach, but the movement was short-lived. Cute. You chuckled to yourself despite the soreness and rubbed your stomach, pressing your hand into it to calm them down. You fought hard for this! There was no way you were letting go of them any time soon. They were right where they needed to be...and you didn't think you could handle much more of a fight right now.

Little did you know, your meal had plans for you. Just as you stopped and were closing your eyes to settle in for a post-meal nap now that the pain had subsided somewhat, they suddenly kicked up a fuss! Your stomach sloshed as they kicked and shoved around, causing it to almost whine in discomfort. You groaned quietly, trying to work your hands into them to get them to calm down, but it wasn't working. Ugh, they were way too feisty for your tastes...but you weren't giving them up yet.

Suddenly shifting, you roll yourself over and lay right on top of your stomach, pressing them into the soft fabric and putting your full weight on them. Their movements were forced to stop now that they had no space to move, and your stomach grumbled as if to thank you. Finally, sweet relief...maybe now you can get that nap in. Hopefully you won't roll over in your sleep so they can try that stunt again...

[nompunhere]

You've been staring me down all day. Not that I don't appreciate the attention, but it's... getting a little unnerving. My reading is interrupted a rather loud rumble from your stomach, from your position on the couch. I look up from my book to see you, of course, still looking at me. There's a sort of conflict in your eyes. Consideration, as you eye my curled up form, tucked into my favorite chair.

I offer a nervous smile and speak up. "So, eheh, sounds like we're about ready to get started on lunch-?"

"Get in my belly."

...I must've misheard you. "I- Sorry, what was that?"

"Get. In. My belly."

That low growl hardly sounds like you. I can see saliva building up at the corners of your mouth, your features painted in sharp relief to my eyes as fight-or-flight starts to kick in, involuntarily. It must be evident in my expression, by the way you jerk that piercing gaze off of me so abruptly, bowing your head to run your hands down your face.

Hesitantly, I set the book aside and sit up, tense. "I'm- I'm afraid I.. don't understand?"

You growl again and snap your eyes back up to mine. "It can't wait any longer—I need you in there. Now."

I flinch back and scrabble against the chair as you abruptly stand and start towards me. I can't get my limbs to work right. I don't- what- "What's going on? I-I- W-what are you- you doing?"

"You have no idea how long I've been holding back, do you? For your sake. You'll be fine. But I'm not, and I won't be, not unless you can sate me." You're exceedingly close, now, looming, arms to either side of me and watching my every move with what I now recognize as hunger in your eyes.

Out of panic, my arm flies toward your face, but you catch me by the wrist before it makes contact. The reflexes of a predator, I can only imagine. I tug at it with a whimper, cowering against the back of my seat. I trusted you, but now- now-

"I don't want this either. But this has to happen, before I start actually hunting down strangers. This is the better option. You'll be fine, I promise you. But I need this."

Your growl is the last thing I hear before my world goes dark, and damp, and hot.

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It's... calmer than I expected. No acid, for one thing. Seems you weren't lying about me being alright. ...Physically, at least. The walls shift and knead, but they're strangely passive. You'd gone quiet after, er, eating me, even if your guts hadn't. It took a while for you to come to your senses and reassure me that you truly mean no harm, dragged out of your instinctual post-meal bliss by the sound of my terrified and betrayed sobs. I'd only just calmed down a bit, soothed by the sound of regret and urgency in your voice to make amends, before you succumbed to the urge to nap.

And now, I... don't know what to do. It seems safe enough, at least? So here I sit, hidden away deep within you, listening to your sleeping body's inner workings. All that fear, slipping away into.. boredom? ...Peace, let's call it that.

It's soft, at least. I think the warmth is starting to get to me, bringing with it a deep drowsiness. Maybe this.. isn't so bad. Maybe I can still trust you. Maybe I could, mm, join you, in your.. nap...

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DNI NSFW blogs, blogs that post exclusively hard and/or fatal vore, weight gain blogs, proshippers, TERFs, ace exclusionists, etc.

[roseytoesy]

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Ohoho! Just a single emoji? I’m going to ramble so fricken hard you have no idea what you’ve just unleashed.

📉- Halfsize? gosh halfsize is so so so good and we just don’t get to see enough of it! Cat/ small dog sized prey where they could easily be carried around like a small child but also light enough to just scoop up and be so cute! Half size prey is the best. The pred is very full more than possible but not too incredibly crazy and limiting like full-size/ samesize. I always liked the look of halfsize prey in a preds belly. The movements are still noticeable but not so distracting and stretched that it looks shrink wrapped and crazy. I love the idea of a cat sized prey filling up a preds belly oh so perfectly, the fullness almost painful but so warm and heavy too. Where that belly can sit comfortable in their lap or be carried around as the pred continues on their way. The prey is very cozy, usually have to curl up but it’s not so cramped that they are STUCK in a ball. They can go limp on their back and be more gently curled up by the close stomach walls. The walls are soft and pliable unlike how tight and tense it would likely be in samesize.

gosh it’s just one of my favorite sizes to draw, write, and see in any story. I also just like small folk in general. Anything between 1-3 feet makes me so incredibly happy to see gosh.

[smol-and-trashy]

i’ve done the math, there’s no solution (mouthplay oc short drabble)

A/N: Never properly introduced these OCs, but I’ve had them for a few years. I think they’re like my only OCs that actually get together and stay together lol. Enjoy this super short thingy.

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Lucie’s legs dangled in the air, swinging above the open maw below. Fingers grasped the collar of her shirt, wavering slightly as they began to lower her. She cringed as Samson’s tongue flexed, a pool of saliva gathering towards the center. 

“If you bite me, I will kill you.” She growled, her feet hovering above the squishy surface. Carefully, he placed her atop of tongue, and she laid down. 

A affirmative hum rumbled around her and Lucie relaxed a bit. It wasn’t the first time they’d done this, but it was the first time they were doing it willingly. Still, Lucie tensed as he slowly pushed her towards his throat. Things are different this time, she reminded herself. Things are different. But when she foolishly looked up, memories from before rushed back, overwhelming her. 

“I-I’m not ready!” Lucie squirmed, scrambling away from his awaiting throat and back towards the front of his mouth. A confused noise erupted behind her, but her world shifted forward, and she found herself deposited back onto his hand. 

Lucie shivered a bit, her cheeks flushed slightly as she was sopping wet. Samson’s face held no judgement; his brows furrowed as he moved his hand closer to his face, carefully concealing his fangs. 

“Are you okay, my love?”

Lucie’s heart thrummed in her chest, every bit of self-preservation screamed at her to run away from this giant being, as far as possible. Yet she took a deep breath, reminding herself that it was just Samson. No matter how dangerous he could be, no matter how strong, it was never directed at her. 

She looked back up at him and finally gave him a small nod.

“I’m okay.” 

The waited for a few beats, the air thick with unspoken words. 

Lucie’s eyes darted around, trying to find solace in the vast expanse of Samson’s hand. The weight of the moment settled on her shoulders, and her mind raced with conflicting thoughts. Was she truly okay? Could she trust herself to go through with this? 

As if sensing her internal struggle, Samson’s gaze softened, his eyes a blend of understanding and concern. His voice, deep and soothing, cut through the tension in the air. “Take all the time you need. I won’t rush you.”

Lucie’s chest tightened and she took a deep breath, grounding herself in the trust she’d built with Samson over time. 

“Let’s try again,” she said, her voice steady but laced with vulnerability. 

[thefanciestborrower]

I humbly request some Lloyd thoughts. He invented a brand new type of cringe-fail and I love him

PLEASE he is so cringe-fail in the best way posible I love the silly dorky guy. 

Okay actually it’s funny because like I have. A whole au to make the vore stuff possible and cannon compliant lmao so it’s a pretty normal thing for them in my brain. Now then because the ninja do it so often, they genuinely forget it’s a weird thing. Just. No brain cells there. Lloyd especially is so bad at remembering ‘hey this isn’t something normal people do!’ and has freaked people out pretty bad before on accident. He always feels bad but it also takes him way too long to figure out what’s wrong every. Single. Time. Bro is just so much of a ‘oh someone in in danger grab and eat’ kinda guy that it has caused some very silly problems lmao. 

Not his fault he’s so used to it tho his brothers used to put him in stomach jail all the time for being a gremlin and they still do tbh. Kai especially will just yoink him. He screeches every single time and every one thinks it’s funny. They’re right. Such a cringe-fail little man he’ll pout for like hours if eaten when he didn’t wanna be. Jay is the only one on the team more eatable than he is lmao and honestly even that isn’t by much. Don’t wanna listen to Lloyd’s boring little battle recaps or strategy meetings? Just eat him! Though as one of my more recent doodles demonstrated he can and will bite the crap out of someone’s insides for that so....eat at your own risk. 

For all his indignation though he actually does like sleeping inside quite a bit. Like I said before he got pretty used to it when he first joined the team so at this point he almost even prefers sleeping inside. It’s secure and the calm, steady heartbeat means he knows the others are safe. It’s also a rare day he’ll be alone inside. Usually he Kai and Nya will sleep in a sort of contented little pile in the pit of Zane or Cole’s stomach and it’s genuinely his favorite place to be.

[novorehere]

Having a partner that is accepting of your interest in vore is all well and good until they tease you about it out of nowhere at a Red Robin

[vorish-wonderland]

You're a shrimp mermaid. You're quite the coward, but you still have a small "business" where you offer to clean the mouths of other merfolk. Recently, two morays have taken interest in you. But strangely enough... you don't feel that scared of them.

Includes: soft/safe vore, semi-willing prey

★✦Symbiotic Relationship✦★

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The pair's sharp, serrated teeth were covered in blood. It was probably the blood of people like you.

That could be you.

Just a bloodstain on some carnivore's teeth.

That thought has always terrified you.

"Can you help us with the blood, please? You'll be paid well."

"No problem, Jade!" You happily said. "I'll get you both cleaned up quick as I can!"

"Ehehe! You're the best, Shrimpy!" Floyd smiled.

"You truly are, (Y/N)." Jade added.

These strange twins have been frequenting your business recently. You're not sure why, but they've taken a certain interest in you. They're morays, and... very terrifying. They paid you very well the first time you met, so you put aside your fear and helped then with the blood staining their mouths. Ever since that day, they've come back every time they need your help.

"So, Shrimpy-"

"No talking while I'm in your mouth."

"But-!"

"Zip it."

You used a small scrap of cloth that had fallen from the surface when cleaning. You wipe off the blood, and use your spindly little limbs and feelers to make sure you'd done a good job. You aren't sure if you do a good job, but these two keep coming back, so you have to be doing something write!

"There you go!"

"(Y/N), may I ask you something?" Jade asked as you crawled out of his brother's mouth.

"Sure, go ahead."

"If I recall correctly, you claimed to be quite cowardly, and you were scared of us when we first met, yes?" Jade tilted his head. "So why are you no longer scared of us?"

"Huh? I don't know, actually." You responded. "If I had to guess... it's probably because I've gotten to know the two of you... and I know that you would never hurt me!"

"...I'm flattered, but that is an idiotic thing to say given that we don't really know each other." Jade smiled.

"Well, I have my reasons for thinking that..."

Jade stuffed you into his mouth. A bit more forceful than you'd expected, but whatever.

"I know you would never hurt me because, well, you gain something by keeping me around. So you have no reason to hurt me." You explained. "We have a symbiotic relationship, in a way."

And then you were swallowed.

You were a bit surprised, honestly. You didn't at all expect this to happen.

But it doesn't matter, because you know you'll be safe. Like you said, these two won't just get rid of something that benefits them.

And you know you were right when you heard the pair start arguing.

"Great job Jade, now Shrimpy's gonna be scared of us!!"

"Oh dear, I didn't mean to do that..."

"That's bs and you know it! You absolutely did that on purpose!"

"They tasted too good, Floyd, I simply couldn't resist."

"Well I guess you've got a point... but you didn't have to eat them!"

It's a bit cozy in here.

"Heeeeeey, Shriiiiiimpy??? You ok in there???" Floyd asked you.

"Stop poking me, Floyd." Jade demanded.

"I'm good!" You responded. "Why did Jade do this? Did he... want me to clean in here...?"

"Huh? You mean you're not scared out of your mind right now?" Floyd asked, clearly very confused. "You... you do know that Jade just ate you, right...?"

"I know. But I know I'm not in any danger! After all, I provide you a service, and if I died, then you wouldn't have that service anymore!" You explained. "So can you, uh, let me out now, Jade? I... don't really like it in here..."

"Hmm... who knows? You tasted amazing, and not to mention I feel so nice and full with you in there~" Jade licked his lips. "You poor little shrimp... such a pity you were so delicious-"

"What, do you want them to be scared of us?!" Floyd yelled.

"Fine I'll get them out." Jade sighed. "I would've thought that you of all people would enjoy teasing (Y/N)."

"Yeah, but like... they're right. If they get too scared of us they'll probably stop helping us."

"Hm. I suppose you're right."

It feels kinda awkward to just listen to these two argue...

But hey.

At least you'll be safe.

[voregeoise]

Sad pathetic monster preds my beloved

[medium-sized-snack-portion]

I'm just saying:

Preds functioning as temporary bus stops during the winter would work miracles.

There'd be heated places for folks to stay at while they wait for the bus, it wouldn't cost materials, and they could just be gone when the weather gets warm again.

I wouldn't be freezing, they'd get a meal, it's a win-win!

[cuddle-2-electric-boogaloo]

I ask a lot of people this but... What size do you like your tums? Do you prefer when the pred and prey are different sizes, or more the same? Or tiny so there's no tummy at all?

Honestly I like all of them. Big tums means that the prey can still be seen even in the pred, and also allows for direct hugs in the belly meaning maximum cuddle. But also I love tiny prey in pred so that there's no visible difference so if they want the prey can just temporarily disappear from the world, the only thing that exists to them is their pred (and honestly I really want that last bit quite a lot).

[cicada-sized]

I’m working on a Drabble and I wanna know if this is cool— TW for Fatal Vore & Betrayal from a loved one so sorry if you’re not a fan!

🔞minors DNI🔞

Person A (prey) and Person B(pred) are in a relationship, they’re on a walk one late night and A realizes that they’re being followed by Person C.

B, being a pred, isn’t too worried about this stranger, until he finds himself looking down the throat of this much bigger, much hungrier predator.

A has to watch their S/o get swallowed up like they’re nothing, and they know they’re going to suffer the same fate. The only glimmer of hope at the end of all of this is that they’ll be with their love again

Unfortunately for them, when A is finally swallowed up, reunited with B, B seems to have arranged other plans.

before A can even realize what’s happening, B let’s their own natural instincts kick in, As soon as they get a hold of A they stuff them inside of their mouth, greedily swallowing them up once again.

“Sorry Babe, I’m not letting anyone else have you as their meal—urp— you’re mine”

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UGHHH just preds succumbing to their one and only instinct to EAT even when they themselves are being put through the very same thing it’s just 👌🏻

[dravidious]

You're more amazing than hugging

Reject the imperfection of your flesh, embrace the perfection of artifice- What? Phyrexia? No, of course not! I meant

[thefanciestborrower]

Haha lol Ice Emperor goes Brrrr part 4

Whispered voices filled the dungeon. Quiet, their words traveled only so far as an arm could reach, the murmur of something dark echoing in rolling waves that masked the truth of the matter.

A smile filled the dark, jagged.

In the same moment, a key jingled in a frozen steel lock.

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The life of an Emperor was difficult. Any mistake could be fatal for either his warriors or himself. He had to be on guard eternally, for usurpers would not miss the chance. So, it was a surprise when he drifted off, systems powering down one by one until the world faded into the background of routine system maintenance that he didn’t even remember ignoring. Caches of information were completely wiped from his memory, unneeded in their triviality.

It was mid reboot when the pain hit. It crackled up his circuits and splintered into spiderwebbed cracks, bleeding something sickeningly thick onto the ice of his throne even as he stood, one hand finding the blade of the weapon and halting it in its tracks. His vision returned in staticy, flickering images, glitching at the sides and blinding him to the identity of his attacker.

When the usurper hissed, The Emperor snarled a mangled word in return, ice blazing from between his teeth and rising in sharp, arching spires that hit the ceiling of the hall with such a thunderous noise that the sky may fall from the force of it. “Traitor!” The second attempt at speech walled off the entrance to the hall with a thick sheet of ice so dark that it blocked the light from beyond.

His assailant fell back, skipping down the steps with light feet and snapping vitriol at him in echoes of noise. Noise. Too much Noise.

The static faded in patches as he followed them down, ice cracking and breaking in his wake as his rage fueled the staff to spread his power. His gaze landed on the form of his attacker.

A woman. He remembered her as one of the formlings he’d imprisoned for questioning not days ago. Older than the girl the Boy brought with him by far, she was wrinkled in her age, tales of her adventures written on her skin in a mural painted in sunspots and creases.

The Emperor’s staff hit the ground, and it was over. Too slow to move, the woman faced the full brunt of a shard of ice. It hit her mid-chest, and from his perch atop the last step to his throne, he heard something crack. When the first drop of blood fell, he turned to sweep a harsh eye over the destroyed main hall.

Frozen spires raised high, burying themselves into the ceiling and sending shards of wood down upon him in flakes. Dark ice blocked every entrance, blocking off his army and shadowing the entry hall unpleasantly. The Emperor exhaled in a short, tense hiss.

A tiny hand pressed itself into his stomach, followed quickly by another as a soft voice not yet even broken by age piped up from his middle. “What happened?” He almost forgot. The Boy. A check at his side, and the removal of a blade the length of his own forearm revealed a gash crumpling the metal of his body. Sparks bled out in short, quick bursts, following the trail of an oozing, blue liquid. “Z—uh—Ice Emperor?”

“A traitor.” The weapon hit the ground with a sharp clatter as the ice softened, melting into nothingness as The Emperor stalked down the rest of the climb to his throne. “Nothing of your concern, Boy.”

“You’re bleeding.” Then, quieter, “I didn’t know you could bleed.” It wasn’t meant for The Emperor, he was sure, but the very concept of it made him quicken his stride some, turning down the winding corridors his personal quarters laid in. To some extent, he was glad his past self had the forethought to make the palace grand, yet not overly large, as he managed to reach his quarters in less than a minute by his internal clock’s timing.

Still, he managed a quick, raspy “don’t touch it” on his way, even as his pain sensors ran wild with their alarm.

Squirreled away in his locked room, he struggled out of his armor and shirt, grimacing at the blue fluid that dripped in sluggish pulses from the rupture in his side. The vague idea to simply open his front panel and retrieve the child was a dangerous one, he decided after no more than a moment’s contemplation. He had no idea what the blue fluid could do to the Boy, though he knew it served some purpose as a way to prevent his temperature regulation liquids from freezing, what the compound would do to a human was beyond him.

So, with the voiceless warning of his synthetic stomach cinching along its base to prevent any contamination, The Emperor arched his back and gagged, forcing the Boy back into his throat, despite his yelping protest. From there, it was a simple reversal of the process of swallowing, made infinitely easier and far less disorienting when his systems weren’t fighting him for it.

The Boy rolled into the back of his teeth with a squeak, The Emperor’s tongue holding him in place while he raised a platform out of ice from the ground, and, upon giving it a second more to think, placed his already-ruined shirt on top for good measure. The Emperor promptly tore his mouth guard off and dropped the Boy directly onto the platform, having to take care to not raise his blue-stained hands to help stabilize him.

He tried to ignore the little hiss of a sharp breath as the Boy looked down at the dripping gash along his side, instead turning to examine it with a sharp eye.

The metal was completely crumpled, for one. Pressed inward until it couldn’t dent any more and creating harsh, jagged edges where it broke. Inside, scores of wires sparked and sizzled when they made contact with each other, and it was only his built-in redundancies that left him mostly functional after so many had been severed.

Far in the back, hidden between plating, and protected by most of his other life functions, his synthetic stomach oozed blue near its base, dripping sluggishly from a single tube cut clean through. The Emperor clicked his teeth, frustrations leaking through the sides of his mouth in the form of cold mist. The wires were an easy fix—he still had some of the black adhesive he’d awakened with, and though he may need to find a suitable replacement soon, it would be enough to last him through at least another year.

The slit lining of his stomach, however, could pose a problem. For the moment, though, he busied himself with bending his metal skin away from his far more delicate insides.

“Are you okay?” The Boy’s teeth chattered when he spoke, but The Emperor could hardly work with him taking up his mouth. It would be a distraction. He didn’t look up, something in the back of his processor telling him it would make him feel bad for the child.

His front panel was beginning to ooze blue, as well, though he didn’t have a shirt on to ruin, so he supposed it didn’t matter. What bled would simply trail down his armor to be cleaned later. “I am fine.” In the corner of his vision, the Boy shifted, The Emperor’s discarded clothing pulled up to his shoulders as he quivered.

Right. He wasn’t supposed to look.

The Emperor turned back to himself, producing a roll of adhesive strips from a chest compartment before taking the time to slowly weave the braided wires back together, wrapping the entire thing when he finished. It left the things notably less flexible than before, and they tugged painfully where they were anchored if he moved too quickly, but he would need to have more copper thread manufactured before he could fix it properly.

He bent the last piece of metal skin back into place, and his front panel opened in the same moment. Wires and functional components cleared away at a hand’s push, revealing the oozing synthetic organ that sent warnings blaring in The Emperor’s brain. A slice ran from a quarter of its width, slit straight through the metal mesh that allowed it structure, and eviscerating the important tubing within. His mind, however, lingered little on that idea, instead forming a new one quite quickly. A few more inches, and the blade could have very well skewered the Boy. 

He found words spilling from behind his teeth, quiet and… soft, almost as he all-but hummed. The nigh-noiseless atmosphere of the room was too much for him to break. “You may leave here.”

“Huh?” From the sound of it, the Boy jolted when he was addressed, the shift of cloth filling the otherwise-empty room as The Emperor scowled at his hemorrhaging stomach. This would not be a simple fix. He could feel it in the way his mind interpreted its warning signs as burning, searing pain that flared up his side in flickering waves. In the way the metal mesh and silicone combination laid in manufactured perfection.

He would have to burn it closed.

“I would not chase you down. An emperor’s palace is no place for a child.” Something made it feel right. A memory, perhaps. Buried deep. Someone he knew. “You are no threat to me, Boy. I do not think that you ever were, really.” For now, The Emperor staunched the bleeding with his ice, freezing a column up through the dripping tube. It was difficult. The liquid resisted freezing enough for frost to form on the surrounding pieces before it stopped, and the resulting cold was enough for his system to raise a plethora of new warnings. He did his best to ignore them when he turned back to the Boy. “You may leave.”

The Boy did little more than stare at him. For long enough that The Emperor wo—debated—if he’d frozen solid, the Boy’s only action was to stare.

Then, as if the Boy had lost any sense at all, he spoke as though he wasn’t facing an Emperor, flippantly replying “Nah.”

A huff of frost that crystalized along the Emperor’s newly-replaced mouth guard, light enough that it couldn’t spill over the edge. His irritation at a child could only go so far… well, this child. “You will not find your friend here.”

The Boy shook his head, and when he stumbled to his feet, he drug The Emperor’s stained shirt (currently being used as some combination of blanket and cloak) with him. His expression wrinkled his nose and raised a brow, almost as if he found The Ice Emperor silly. “I’m not looking for him anymore.”

A head poked out of his door was enough to call a servant for spare clothes, and only after the footsteps had faded did he turn back to the Boy, brow raised. “Why is that?” There was no way he could have simply given up. The Boy had too much drive behind his voice for that. Did he plan to break the prisoners out?

“I just don’t think I need to look for him.” The Boy’s smile was wide—all sharp teeth and closed eyes. The Emperor detected no lie in his voice. “I’m okay here.”

It was an effort to freeze the blue liquid off his hands… what had seeped under the gloves, at least, but once it had crystalized, it was a simple matter to remove. The Boy, however, cringed at the sound of metal on metal. “I suppose I cannot begrudge you that.” He could, actually. He was the Emperor, and his palace was his to rule. He simply… didn’t want to. A novel feeling, really, when it came to the inclusion of someone so… purposeless to his army.

A shirt and a new pair of gloves slid under his door atop what likely used to be a semi-decorative serving platter. Serving platters, however, had little use for a hungerless leader. The thought let something uncomfortable settle in the back of his mind. He decided not to think too much on it, and instead slipped back into his normal attire, armor and all. The weight of it was heavy across his shoulders, but in a way that was something… comforting, even if it did make the most horrendous clanging noises when he moved too quickly. “What’s your name, Boy?”

Why he asked the question, he couldn’t tell himself or anyone. Really, it slipped from him on a whim. The bright—soft. Kind—smile the boy sent him in return, however, was more than enough motivation to not regret it.

“Lloyd.”ice