#plant based pred

[hungryfan45]

It's amazing that something as small as you can do so much damage. but that's the fun part of being a Kylothian. A race of tiny plant like aliens. despite your size you have managed to conquer and destroy several planets. You're next target is earth. This planet is full of plant life which should help you blend in. but you want to do any real damage you needed a human body. The unfortunate human was Oliver Stark. You landed in a park and took the form of a small flower. Oliver was in his way home one night when he came across you. Spotting this human you turn on your scent to lure him in. Oliver catches a whiff and can't resist bending over to get a sniff. Now you've got him. Your petals wrap around his face and engulf his head. from there you swallow him hole. Nobody heard Oliver scream as he was sucked into a tiny flower forever. Now that you have him inside you, his body is all yours. You grow several vines that twist around to form Oliver Stark's shape. Soon it's impossible to tell the difference. Now in Oliver's body you see two strange lights up ahead. They came from Ryan Guzman's car. Ryan is Oliver's lover. When he sees him in the park he can't resist. He's in the mood tonight. "Hey beautiful!" Ryan nodded his head up calling toward you. This human smells good. You wonder how he might taste. He kisses you on the lips and slides his tongue in your mouth. Ryan noted that Oliver has a distinctly fruity taste all of a sudden. but he tastes even better to you. "You taste good!" He grins as you both sneak behind the bushes to fuck. You take in his scent on the way there before you attack. Your vines wrap around Ryan's body lifting him in the air. He screams as you lower him into your mouth. His legs kicking in the air from behind the bushes. You're belly stretches out with the sexy man trapped inside. "Yeah. You too!" You pat your full belly as you walk out from behind the bushes. You carry your outstretched belly as the two men inside you struggle. You keep your bulge as you walk back to Oliver's apartment. Shrinking them down later so nobody notices you have men in there. You think you are going to like this planet.

[hooter-n-company]

Based on the results of the last poll, it's time to introduce this fella (as well as his family) to Hooter's line-up! Special thanks to @amanofhamm, the co-owner of these characters. He's the one who pitched the idea in the first place, and came up with most of the written info about them and the world they live in.

Bulzar is part of a race of desert dwelling reptilian giant, known as the Meradon. Voracious, gluttonous, gruff, crude, and harboring an intense distrust of humans, he's a terror to the unfortunate (and delicious) travelers who accidentally cross his path. He takes immense pride in his size, strength, and appetite, although he's certainly not the sharpest tool in the shed. Despite his ferocity, he is an incredibly loving and protective father of one, named Miko. He may be stern at times, but he will sacrifice anything for his son, even if it means giving up a few live meals to avoid upsetting his strictly vegetarian child.

More info under the cut:

Name: Bulzar

Pronouns: He/him

Age: Late 30s to early 40s (in Giant years)

Species: Meradon

Role: Pred

Height: 50 ft tall

Abilities: Immense size and strength, resistance to extreme heat, can survive long periods without food or water

Likes: Meat (especially the squirmy variety), melons, pumpkins, hot weather, sunbathing, isolation, long naps, defending his territory, oases with plenty of water, scaring humans, showing off his scars, making Miko smile, happy memories of his mate

Dislikes: Humans (with a few rare exceptions), poachers, other desert monsters, dark magic, cold weather, dry spells, hard to digest plants, giving up live meals, Miko in distress/danger, showing vulnerability or weakness, grieving his mate

Other Info:

- When he was younger, Bulzar was captured and brutalized by a band of humans who intended to brainwash him. He managed to break free and devoured his captors, but kept the chains around his wrists and ankles. He thinks they make him look badass.

-He met a female Meradon named Demeera while in captivity, freeing her during his escape. They would soon become a mated pair with an incredibly close bond, eventually having a son together. Not too long after Miko's birth, Demeera would contract a serious illness. Despite his best efforts, Bulzar didn't have the resources or medical knowledge to help her, and she passed away while Miko was still a baby.

- While Bulzar has a serious dislike of humans, the one exception is a trio of human bounty hunters: Balroc, Owin, and Grimaldus. The three healed Miko's injuries after he was attacked by hunters, and despite getting off to a VERY bad start with the lil' Meradon's father (who ate Balroc and quickly regretted it), they would sort things out and be on generally friendly terms from that point on

-Raising Miko, he quickly discovered his son's aversion to killing/eating animals, something quite rare for omnivorous Meradons. While Bulzar is bothered that Miko refuses to eat meat with him, he still respects his son's wishes and will hold off on hunting for prey when Miko is present.

[helsafterdark]

For the writing prompts maybe either 13 or 14?

( for this )

Why not both? And a little pred/prey sprinkled in based off this post while we're at it. For fun . :3

endless coughing kept me up until 3 am last night and this is the result! Hope u enjoy

// ns/fw, cnc (probably pre established) , fighting, pred/prey dynamic, crying, rough sex, overstimulation

Metal clashed. Ex stumbled backwards.

Hels chuckled with sadistic glee, “C’monn I know you’re better than this,” she casually stepped forward, taking another swing at Ex.

They grit their teeth in response trying to plant their feet more firmly, only to trip again as they blocked Hels’ strike. This time they gasped as they fell backwards. In a moment Hels was on top of them, his face closed to theirs, her sword at their throat.

“Had enough yet?” he taunted, too caught up in her gloating to notice Ex’s hand scrambling for their sword.

They glared at him and finally grabbed the handle, slamming the pommel against the side of her helm

Dazed, Hels lost balance falling to the side, by the time he got his bearings Ex was already sprinting off into the nearby warped forest.

She smirked and wiped the trickle of blood from his temple. So they had chosen to do this the more…fun way.

Ex gasped for breath as they ran, narrowly dodging the twisted foliage and lanky inhabitants of the biome, they could hear Hels behind them, just as fast despite being more heavyset and making no attempt to keep her calls quiet.

“Why don't you just give up already, maybe I'll be more merciful to you!” she yelled after them.

As if, Ex thought, merciful wasn't in Helsknight’s vocabulary. Sweat trickled uncomfortably down their back, feeling dizzy as it became harder to sustain their pace. Their mind began to wander to what exactly Hels was going to do to them.

Despite the heat they shivered.

Not paying attention to where their feet were placed, Ex clumsily tripped over a root, sending them careening to the ground. To their credit at least they didn't make a sound at the impact.

They quickly scrambled backwards, expecting to see Hels, but there was…nothing. She was nowhere in sight.

Quietly and still struggling for breath Ex crept into a large hollow at the base of a warped fungus tree. They knew they were only delaying the inevitable, of course. Hels would catch them, like always, and he wouldn't let them live it down, like always.

Why then, did it feel so much more viscerally like they were being hunted this time?

Chills raised the hairs on the back of Ex's neck when they heard Hels calling out their name. He was close. Other noises followed.

One step.

Then another.

The grating noise of metal armor and the jangling of chainmail.

In an instant one of his hands was pinning back their arm and the other was grabbing their jaw.

She leaned in very close.

“Gotcha. You lose.”

Then he kissed them. Rough and messy, sharp teeth and a long tongue, strong hands holding them just so. She pushed a knee between their legs grinding it harshly against their crotch making them squirm and choke out a cry.

They were both dangerous in their own ways but in this cramped space Hels’ monstrous nature seemed to be highlighted, much bigger than Ex with his long horns and slithering tail, those narrowly slitted eyes which seemed to glow like that of a predator.

Everything was so fast Ex barely had time to process as Hels ripped off their pants and shoved them down to the ground, ignoring their alarmed noises. One large hand firmly traveled up their body, both holding them down and exploring them, starting at their lower stomach and working up to their chest.

Hels bit her lip as his fingers rubbed against Ex's nipples and they moaned, he could feel their heart rate pounding so clearly through their chest he could imagine how easy it would be to rip through the skin and muscle and grab it. Their heart all his.

She'd barely even noticed her tail had started to absently stroke and flick Ex’s dick until their moans increased, eyes dilated with lingering fear? Lust? Desire? It was all the same.

He gave them a grin that was all teeth, the tail moving and winding tightly around their thigh as she undid the buckle of his pants.

Their legs were yanked open by a tail and hand, Hels rutting his cock, already fully stiff, sloppily against their cunt before shoving himself in with a delighted shudder.

On instinct Ex locked their legs around her hips and his hands went to their shoulders, pushing them down further as he stretched them out on his cock, forcing them to arch their back off the ground even more.

His thrusts were erratic. Rough. Animalistic.

Ex shouted, the overwhelming pain and pleasure making them dig their nails into the arms pinning them down. Tears blurred their vision so they could only imagine Hels’ expression, a heavily flushed face and hardly focused eyes, ecstasy etched across every inch of it.

Suddenly, Hels’ teeth closed around their neck. Like they were prey. And like prey, they went limp.

She came right then and there, a sticky hot mess to fill them and leak out around his dick as he continued to pound into them.

The tip of her tail wandered again, this time more intentional, frotting against Ex's twitching cock. It was an explosion of pleasure, an intense addition to the stimulation that was already wrecking them so thoroughly.

Ex sobbed, “It's so much, Hels, too m-uch,” they choked out between moans.

Hels thrust harder, his mouth moving from their neck, growling as they clenched around him again and again. She knew they were close.

“You can take this. Take me, I know you can,” her voice was low and raspy in their ear. He stopped pressing down their shoulders and instead grabbed their thighs, holding them open and pressing them back until their knees were nearly next to their ears. Their expression was absolutely priceless.

They couldn't hold back anymore, fingers scrabbling for a hold on Hels' short brown hair, pulling him into a needy kiss just as they came so hard they thought they were going to black out.

Their eyes rolled, chest stuttering with sobs. Finally they had release. Hels slowed and finally stopped, kissing them deeply and pulling out as they became limp and pliant in his grasp.

He pulled away, strings of saliva connecting their lips, backing up until she could dip between their legs.

“Hels…I don't think I can cum again, I can't do it,” they whimpered, between their legs still throbbing and aching intensely.

She shushed them, “I'm still hungry. I won and I haven't finished enjoying my…prize.”

Their head fell back as Hels started licking up the mess they had both made, their cum and arousal mixed and dripping from them. It was so gentle and almost soothing compared to earlier, somehow Ex could already feel the heat building in their gut once again.

He lavished attention on their clit, licking and kissing, taking it into her mouth and groaning softly around it. It felt so good despite the overstimulation that their legs shook around him, encouraging him subtly to keep going. And he did.

This time instead of shouts, Ex's gasps and moans filled the air, drawing closer and closer to the orgasm they hadn't expected but so badly wanted even if they were still reeling from the first.

“Please, fuck- yes,” they begged as Hels’ fingers returned to toy with their nipples again, “Hels I'm-”

Their words were lost in another groan, incoherently rambling and unable to string together sentences that made any sense as the demon ate them out.

Her tongue swirled expertly around their dick and gods they could hardly take it anymore, the overstimulation building and everything aching with pleasure, they arched and moaned Hels' name, twitching in his mouth. His satisfied purr rumbled from her chest in response, continuing to lick long stripes up their cunt until he was sure they were done.

Hels finally pulled away and showed his teeth again, this time a genuine lopsided smile, “You have got to get better at fighting eventually, after all these years,” she teased.

Ex grinned back, “If this is the result of being bad? Not a chance.”

He laughed, readjusting her hold on them.

“C’mon, I think I can get one more outta you.”

[pineappleparfaitie]

what are thou's opinion on plant based pred? :3 (lil shop of horrors, basically ones that are fully conscious-)

I mever watched LSOH but i like em :D as long as they are fully sentient n stuff i think they are super neat

Obviously i prefer more humanoid stuff but i think they are a very cool idea and i like jt a lot!

[maw-and-pawp]

Ok ok we've all seen a "prey" swallow a would-be predator. We've all seen a plant pred - little shop of horrors was definitely a Thing. But what about an herbivorous pred and sentient plant prey?

Like. I keep thinking about that one HASO post that had the idea that flesh-based lifeforms are the weird things of the universe. That most life is plant-based. So what would happen if a bunny girl or something meets up with a plant girl during a cultural exchange program? Idk I think the only way that they're both leaving that room is if the plant is hanging off the gut of the bunny lady.

Call that a veggie burger lmao

[mango-ribs]

Once I learn how to draw this plant-based pred it’s all over for you bitches

[comvi]

final netural (fornow.)

This is a rain deer (not a raindeer, a rain deer) They appear in farm arrays. (hunter spawn location, the hardist base game region) They hvae antlers, big backs, and stabby legs. however they are quite kind. They like spores and will sit down to eat them, being chill with you. if you grab they're antlers they will stand up and let you ride them across... a certent plant-pred. As hunter they show some sympathy. If you hurt them and try and forcfully get onto them they will shake you off

Hitting them will make them run away, which can be used if you want them to go faster. They are bigger then things and everyone ignores them. same with you.

despite their name i still think they are very hare/rabbit-like… they seem very calm & from how other creatures treat them, as if they have been there for a very long time. same thing for how they treat hunter despite all other creatures elses hatred/fear.

-or maybe its just because they remind me of ancient forest spirits, with their aura & helpful nature, and their diet which must also help the creatures around them. aep well, overall, i like em alot. !!!!

Very funny watching them jangle about & survivor getting thrown around nd around while getting shaken off HEHEO

[randomthefox]

Yasss , I love raiden as a pred . He looks like such a tasty lil twink🤤

The mechanics of the MGS games is very conducive to just. Pretending the Sneaky Boys are eating dudes lol. Especially if you go through the trouble of stuffing them into lockers. And ESPECIALLY especially the Fulton recovery and mother base staffing mechanics of Peace Walker and Phantom Pain.

But Raiden is such a bae<3 seeing his lithe yet chiseled long haired ass flipping around naked at the end of that game must have planted a seed for me. (It's even implied the BDUs he's given to wear are Olga's and would be a better fit on a woman, meaning he was cross dressing canonically in MGS2 huff unf<3<3<3)

and the way his story unfolds. it's so easy to cast him as a wannabe pred trying to live out a fantasy above his status on the food chain. Not truly cut out for the kind of role that Snake fulfills. His backstory as battlefield chattel and how he tried to escape from that as well could very easily be rewritten to fit a vorny context 👀

Definitely thirsty for him. And uhh, Solidus DO got that fuckable old man Sean Connery vibe going on, so....

Bit of some adoptive Father/Son combo value going on there, it must be said and if no one else is willing to say it then I spose it will have to be said by me >.<

[wonderful-bellies]

Anon here who sent the question with the slime and plant prey, i'm a different person from the one who sent the question before me and that's the only vegan-based-vore-question i've ever sent to anyone. So apologies if i came in at a bad time or stepped over any toes.

OH gosh nono not at all!! That was my mistake, apologies! I just assumed that it was the same person that sent the first vegan ask and I had seen that exact ask being sent to a few other v/ore blogs as a means to get a rise out of people. You did absolutely nothing wrong and honestly if anything the concept of a pred that sticks so hard to a vegan/vegetarian mindset that they would only eat like slimes and plant creatures and things is a really neat concept! Apologies if I worried you about that, you are absolutely welcome here and im not upset or anything promise!

[fangmaw]

Big Bad Wolf

This is a fanfic based on Heart Pangs by @mmmleckerlecker ! Absolutely go read it if you haven’t already!

This fic diverges from Heart Pangs at the end of Chapter 48. After his interaction with the collector, Lux changes his mind about his newly acquired prey. When he returns to the hotel, Benji is gone. We begin as a starving Lux finds Benji—and the aftermath of Benji's rescue attempt.

The door was knocked in, laying in splinters across the threshold. Lux stopped short for a precious second at the horror of it, an ugly gash interrupting an otherwise picturesque scene. The house was quiet, and a soft yellow glow peeked out from the curtains. Then the breeze shifted and he smelled the blood.

The room was unrecognizable. The entire stretch from the door to the kitchen was pooling, sopping red, seeping into the carpet and under the wreckage of furniture strewn about the space. Lux swallowed hard, the scent of fear electric over prey. His eyes locked on the trembling figures huddled in the mess, and the struggle to process the tableau kept his mind occupied just enough not to lunge for his target on sight.

Camille was hunched against the far wall. Her body and face were plastered with deep acid burns and she was struggling to stay conscious, but Lux could hear the rapid shudder of her heart—and smell the twist of bile rising off her skin. Any questions he may have had were answered in the next moment when he found Benji, camouflaged beside a massive corpse. Both were absolutely soaked with blood, and indistinguishable viscera piled at Benji’s knees. Rattling breaths shook his tiny frame. Alive. Lux took a step closer and smelled Benji’s blood through the pred’s—hurt.

With a gasp, Benji twisted to face Lux, staring up at him in wide-eyed horror and brandishing a knife. Blood flicked off the blade and landed amongst the other blood. Benji kept his grip on the knife, extended arm shaking while the other hung awkwardly at his side. Lux dropped to his knees like he’d been shot.

“Benji,” he breathed. The scent of the Marottas, their blood and their house, washed over his tongue like smoke, fleeting and vibrant. The whites of Benji’s eyes were stark against the gore covering his face. Lux began to crawl forward, one arm outstretched. “Your shoulder…”

Benji scrambled back, dropping the knife immediately. His limbs tangled with the dead pred’s and Lux finally saw the face for the first time. Cecil. Even gutted like a fish he looked smug.

He shouldn’t think like that. The man was dead. He should...Felix didn’t know what he should do. He was confused, and hungry, and Benji—

“You.” Camille’s sharp hiss caught his attention. Lux glanced over to see that Benji had pushed himself fully away from Cecil and was rising to his feet.

Lux stayed on his knees, one hand planted firmly in the blood and the other curled against his stomach. They were alive. They were both alive, and here—and afraid. Camille was talking, babbling in shock, a scattered stream-of-consciousness that would have been difficult to follow even if Lux had been fully present. Something about the Facility—they’d come with cars, or Cecil’s car, but they’d left when they saw it was just her, just one scared prey and not an Epomis nest. Cecil had taken it from there.

Lux couldn’t take his eyes off the body. He could see flitting movement in his peripheral vision as Benji and Camille assessed the state of each other, nervous and quick in a way that gripped his stomach like a vise. Every second twisted further, tugging his rational mind deeper into the black hole of his gut. He snarled and the Marottas froze.

“They’ll come back. The Facility.” Lux winced as hunger shot through him. His fingers twitched against his will. The house was silent for a moment.

“Or McMullen,” Benji whispered.

Camille and Lux both looked toward him as he took a slow breath.

“I was thinking on the drive here. It had to have been- if he doubted your loyalty… it would be easy enough to tip them off.”

Camille paled, as much as she could under the burns. “He gave me a new mission. In front of everyone. I was supposed to hunt you down.” She stared at Lux. “I was supposed to disappear.”

The thought was too much. Lux shook his head and staggered to his feet. “No, no … you…” His thoughts kept dissolving into ugly instincts. “I have to do this. Keep you safe.”

Lux was far too distracted to see the horror on Camille’s face at his words, the way her fingernails gripped the ruined fabric of Benji’s shirt. He didn’t see Benji’s grim expression as he grabbed Cecil’s wrists and began dragging the limp form down the hall. They both stayed frozen in the kitchen for the few seconds it took to get Cecil into the bathroom.

By the time the spell broke, Lux had managed to wedge himself and the body into the tiny room. His hands were slick with tepid blood as he folded Cecil against the sink and braced himself against the door. Benji knocked on the wood, sending shockwaves through the muddle of Lux’s mind.

“Felix?”

Lux let his back slide down the door until he was seated on the tile, face-to-face with Cecil. He felt Benji turn the knob, but it was held fully shut by the weight of Lux’s body between them.

“Felix, I need you to tell me what’s happening.” His voice was still shaky, but growing firmer. Lux inhaled, sinking under the scent of the house, of the man behind the door. He could almost ignore the cloying smell of pred blood smeared across his body. He reached out and gripped Cecil’s hair.

“Let me in. Please.” Benji’s voice came from the base of Lux’s skull. He shook his head.

“I can’t.” Lux twisted his fingers in the pred’s hair and heaved his body onto his lap. “Go help Camille.” He waited for two of his own slow, ponderous heartbeats, but Benji stayed where he was. It didn’t matter. Lux had to do this now, before he came to his senses.

He squeezed his eyes shut and opened his mouth.

It was repulsive. Every second he was confronted with the wrongness of his position, the stretch in his jaw and the taste on his tongue. At the same time, Benji’s nervous movements inches away made his mouth water. The towels beside him smelled of Camille, of life. The contrast with the limp thing in his throat was jarring, but the reminder—alongside his bullheadedness—were the only things keeping Lux from retching.

Each fraction of an inch was a struggle, but the pred remained unphased. He knew his body was capable of this. He felt Cecil’s form begin to curl as it entered his stomach and faltered, knocking his shoulder against the sink.

“Felix!” came a yelp from beyond the door.

Lux squeezed his eyes close. He could do this, he thought. For Benji.

For once, he wasn’t hurting anyone. Well, anyone else.

Even as the clumsy limbs of the dead pred strained against him, his stomach gripped and twisted around its new contents, growling inquisitively. Lux groaned as he passed Cecil’s hips, half in pain and half in relief. Benji rattled the knob, but he remained quiet. Now that the man had been mostly consumed, Lux had space to lean forward slightly, trying to get some leverage to hurry the process along. He was in for a god-awful next few days, and he’d rather get it over with.

His pants had already been pushed aside by the wretched stretch of his belly, but Lux took a moment to properly unbutton the waistband. In the same way, the loose t-shirt he was wearing had ridden up nearly to his chest, framing the painful skin beneath. Not that his clothes would have done anything to really hide a prey belly, but at least he wouldn’t feel so exposed, so lurid in that situation.

Finally, finally he reached the end, gripping the feet and ramming the limbs into his throat with as much force as he could muster. A sharp pain struck his side and he held back a gasp, biting into the fabric around the ankles. Lux was fully laying down now, curled on his side. He pulled and swallowed and prayed this nightmare would be over as the knob rattled again.

The body was gone. Lux felt the last awkward bend as his organs rearranged themselves around his stomach. A low burp startled him, bringing with it the beginnings of a heave. Lux grit his teeth and held it down. He wasn’t sure what would happen if he threw up right now, but he didn’t want to find out. Already, his stomach was whining as digestion kicked in. It wasn’t that Lux felt full. God, this was lightyears beyond the pleasant tightness of a prey curled up inside him. Lux felt inert. Neutralized.

The door opened, pushing Lux’s feet out of the way just enough that Benji could slide in.

“No, please…” Lux tried to curl away, but the distension of his middle forced his limbs into a cramped sprawl. He settled for turning his face toward the tile floor.

Benji approached slowly, deftly maneuvering around the tangle of Lux’s body. His stomach clenched as the prey kneeled down beside his head.

Lux became aware of his own heavy breathing, practically panting after the strain of the ordeal. Over the next minute, Benji’s breath went from shallow to consciously deep, each exhale a little victory over his fear. The weighty silence was broken by the snarl of Lux’s gut. He winced.

“I’m sorry, Benji.” 

“Are you okay?”

Lux opened his eyes. From his position, he had to look up to see Benji’s face. He was still drenched in blood, but his eyes were familiar. Resolute.

“I’m-” Lux froze, unsure. Something shifted in his stomach and he whimpered. Desperate. Pathetic. Neutralized. He swallowed back the bile rising in his throat.

“It hurts, Benji.” He looked up again, to see Benji’s slow nodding. “God, you don’t need to see this.”

“I’m not leaving.” There was no aggression, no sadness in his voice. Just a statement of fact. Benji sighed. “He consumed Camille. I thought she was gone. I…” Benji went still.

“You saved her.”

“I killed him.”

Lux frowned. “And I consumed him.”

After a moment’s hesitation. “Yeah. Yeah you did.”

“We’re going to figure this out. With Epomis, and Camille, and-” he paused as his stomach rolled, threatening him. “Ugh. The Facility.”

Benji laughed, short and bright. “Big talk coming from you, given-” he waved his hand in the general direction of Lux’s belly, “-this.”

“Mm.” Lux knew he was rapidly losing coherence as all his body’s energy went into breaking down its unexpected meal. The relief of earlier finally caught up with him, dragging down his eyelids; Benji was beside him and he could hear Camille moving about the living room. They were safe. Even if it was fleeting, they were safe.

It could have been a dream when Lux felt Benji curl up against his chest. He seemed unsure at first, wary of the warped skin, but relaxed when Lux hummed in approval. The writhing of his traitorous stomach was an afterthought as he felt the gentle rise and fall of Benji’s shoulders against his body.

This is a fanfic based on Heart Pangs by @mmmleckerlecker !

[nompunhere]

I've been thinking about the pale king. Is he a pred or a prey in your eyes?

okay alright okay this is the third ask I've gotten about this so here we go. just gonna answer them all at once. the main part of my answer will be at the end, after I answer the secondary parts of the other two asks

Regarding U/nn- I mean, pretty much. She doesn't really see what the big deal is. She does it when required or when asked of her, but she mostly sees it as just a thing that can come in handy sometimes. For healing, especially. A tum is the ideal place to keep someone for them to rest. Comfy, warm, enveloped in beneficial magic, and the patient can't leave to go put stress on their body or get hurt further until she thinks they're good and healed.

But other than that yeah she doesn't get why bugs always seem to get so weirded out and/or flustered by it.

oh that's interesting. I can see that, yeah, just having your own little hidey hole, no responsibilities, just vibin all the time. serves pretty much the same purpose as a tum in casual safe vore. oh to be a worm

speaking of wor- wyrms, here's the answer to the question that ties these three asks together. putting it under a cut bc I don't want to have to deal with putting slashes in those two's names. dunno if it actually makes a difference, but that's how I've been doing it so eh. also because it's long

okay. so. in my headcanon, PK and WL would totally engage in noms. she'd eat him whenever he overworked himself, or when he'd be too anxious to sleep, or sometimes just for fun and bonding.

my headcanon involves higher beings being able to shapeshift, at least somewhat. so while PK could simply make himself smol, a more fun idea I had was that he has another form he likes to take when being nommed. basically, he turns into a mini version of his old wyrm form, probably with blunted teeth so as to not hurt his tree wife. it's, say, half, maybe a quarter of his size in king form? maybe the approximate size and shape of whatever tail/extra body length he's got under that robe. n e way, smol and snakey enough to fit down a throat somewhat easily. maybe with eyes, maybe without. I mean, not much use for them in your average tum.

and then White Lady! she doesn't need to change at all, she's already massive. her insides have a gentle glow to them, softer than her husband's. they're firm, because plant matter, but they've also got a good amount of give to them. PK's favorite nap spot to be sure. and sap!! yes!!! it could serve the same purpose as stomach acid on the occasions where she needs to eat bug food, like in social events and such. or not, because root biology, and she could work entirely differently.

but anyway, sap. when she has a person in there, the sap would be harmless at worst, and healing at best. it probably has a sort of soothing effect, being warm and slowing your movements. encourages sleep for sure.

warning for... vampirism(???) in this paragraph you know, it's funny, I had been thinking about the White Lady having sap shortly before I got the ask that mentioned it. the thought was, effectively, "hey if the Hivelings only hang around their corner of Kingdom's Edge, and Kingdom's Edge doesn't have any flowers, where are they getting the nectar to make all that honey?" and there was the side thought of "Well maybe they made it all before they closed their borders," but that still leaves the question of "How are they not running out?" this led to my solution of "well, there may not be any flowering plants, but there is a certain type of glowing white root everywhere, and god blood is probably highly nutritious. plant-based god blood, anyway." so there ya go. WL probably doesn't mind too much, she's got plenty to spare

oh! and one last thing: idk if I've shared this yet, but here's the one fic idea I had for PK--

obviously, goes off the idea that Hegemol is big enough to fill out his armor, which is notable because I have two fic ideas where he's a smol bug in what's basically a mech suit

and I kinda had an idea for a mosaic or stained glass-like art piece depicting the White Lady holding her little Wyrm husband curled at her core. who, in-universe, would've made this piece? idk, but their highnesses wouldn't display it where anyone else could see. they don't exactly let the public know that their king regularly gets eaten. maybe PK's influence over minds has something to do with why the occasional civilian will seem to like the whole nomming idea so much, though...

obligatory DNI for long post

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A New Friend - Logince Vore

Roman, the ruler of a noble elf kingdom, is injured, though a certain human is curious enough to take him back to their lab and help him.

Ship: Pred!Logan x Prey!Elf!Roman

Word Count: 3.1k

a/n: This was a request from @indecisive-loser on tumblr! He made this beautiful drawing of one of my other fics here and thought I’d make something back!

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A cool summer’s breeze passed by, making the tree’s leaves rustle in the distance and the tall grass sway. There Logan stood in the grassy field and watched as the sun sunk down behind the earth. He sighed, trying to enjoy the moment before he headed back to his lab. He’d been studying the plant-life and wildlife around this field as he heard there was potentially a new species of frog or snake around the area. Discovering a new species would be one of his greatest achievements, of course if he actually found one. He’d been looking for one of these new snakes or frogs but he’s yet to see one. It was a bit discouraging, as he’d been looking in these fields for nearly a year now, but at least the place had plenty of other wildlife to study.

Logan looked over to his lab that hid among the trees in the distance, smiling at it. Another wind blew by, making the grass sway even more and brush at his sides. He took a deep breath in, taking that as his queue to leave the field and go back to his cozy lab, well as cozy as a lab can get. A yawn escaped his mouth as he walked across the field, letting his hands touch the tall grass. He’d been outside since six in the morning now that he thought about it. He glanced down at his wristwatch, checking the time. It was just about to become eight. He hummed realizing he’d been out the entire day, though it was a bit obvious with the tired look on his face. The air started to grow just a bit colder, waking him up a bit more. Soon, he was just at the edge of the forest, and he saw the small dirt pathway that led to his lab. To be honest, he kind of lived there since he spent so much time in it. It was his pride and passion to go there everyday to study the wildlife. Another yawn escaped his mouth as he looked over to the forest. He wanted to venture into the forest today, but something told him not to, at least until now.

As strange as it was for Logan to think this, he did feel some kind of presence nudging him to go deeper into the forest. He glanced over to the sky. The sun hadn’t fully set, and it would still be at least a bit sunny for another hour. Plus, he had a flashlight and a map of the place in case he was to get lost. A warmth flooded in him as he stepped into the forest, looking around. There wasn’t much to see at this time of night, at least from what he’s gathered looking around here countless times now. That was, until a small group of fireflies danced around a particular spot near a tree. The base of the tree had tall grass hiding it. He blinked at the unusual site. The grass was much taller than all the other grass surrounding it, and what was with the fireflies all gathering here? He glanced around again, seeing no other fireflies glowing anywhere else in the forest. With a slow step, he walked over to the tree and kneeled down. His hands reached over to the tall grass, pushing it aside. As soon as all the grass was out of his way, his eyes widened, and his mouth went ajar. It was an elf.

Logan never believed in the fae or magical creatures, but with what was in front of him, it was clear as day that they existed. The light from the fireflies illuminated the tiny elf. As he looked closer, he saw their pointy ears and beautiful brown hair. They wore a white shirt adorned with gold that was slightly ripped and had a small red sash across their body. Their pants were also ripped and worn down. What happened here? He got on his stomach, looking even closer, the fireflies now glowing brighter, and that’s when he saw it. Their back had a massive wound that was covered by the sash. Thankfully, it looked like most of the bleeding had stopped, but they were certainly in critical condition. If he left them out here, who knew what would come hurt them next.

Logan frowned at the site as he dug through one of his pockets. He soon pulled out a small clean rag, and, with a careful hand, he scooped up the tiny elf and stood up. He held them close to his chest and even through the rag, he could feel how cold they were. The sun was soon disappearing from the sky, the field and forest becoming darker and darker. A wind blew past him, making him shiver at the cold. He held the elf closer, trying to block as much of the wind as possible from their tiny frail body. The white light from the lab illuminated the path, making him smile. At least he knew he couldn’t get lost. Once he reached his lab, he entered and went over to his desk, ready to help the elf.

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Warmth. It was warm when Roman woke up. His eyes fluttered open, and his head spun as he tried to get up. Where was he again? He was out on his daily walk through the forest then he blacked out. His thoughts scrambled to find out what happened until something caught his attention. Something soft and tight was wrapped around his body. He touched his back, his memories becoming clearer as he woke up. Soon, a softness brushed at his leg. Slowly, he sat up, looking down on the fabric he was sitting on. He blinked. Didn’t he pass out on the grass? Finally, he looked up seeing the bars of the small cage he was in and a human right next to it, tinkering with some liquids. His body shook for a second until he took in a deep breath. He had to admit, it was a scary sight to be so close to a human, but he needed to get back to his kingdom soon before everyone thought he was dead!

“Hey!” Roman yelled as he stood up, “Release me, you terrible beast!”

All of a sudden, the ground shook as the human turned to face him. He gulped as he stared right into their eyes.

“Oh, you’re awake,” they started, “Is your wound healing?”

He blinked, startled that they’d even ask such a thing. Humans were monsters! He took another look around. The room was filled with beakers and all types of glass tools. In the distance, there were some mice and other creatures locked in a cage. All of a sudden, his heart sunk as he looked back at the human that seemed to tower above him. He saw their white coat they had on over their black shirt and blue tie. They were a scientist.

“I said release me you beast!” Roman yelled again, trying to sound tough.

“Alright then, though you don’t need to yell.”

Roman backed away from the bars of the cage as the human opened the door. He dashed as soon as it was open until the human’s hand just stayed there, their palm open. He backed away again, wary. He didn’t want to get hurt once more, especially in the hands of a beast.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” the human said, “I’d just like a closer look.”

He looked back at the hand then at the floor, contemplating. Humans were nothing but monsters! Though, if they really intended to hurt him, they could’ve done it when they first found him. He was already unconscious at the time, so it would’ve been the perfect opportunity to kill him! Yet here he was with his back wrapped up and wound cleaned. He looked back up to the hand, making a decision. A deep breath entered his tiny lungs as he stepped closer to the opening of the cage. He shook a bit though soon calmed himself down as they stepped on to the human’s warm enormous hand. As careful as he could, he walked over their fingers and soon sat in the palm of their hands.

Roman grabbed onto one of their giant fingers as they moved their hands closer to their face. Their eyes scanned over his tiny form, making him back up, and eyed them back with suspicion.

“What’s your name? My name is Logan”

Roman blinked, certainly not expecting a human to ask for his name.

“I’m Prince Roman, and I demand to leave! My people need me, or my kingdom will crumble into chaos!”

“You’re royalty? How fascinating…” they said, “How about a deal? I’ll let you go by morning if I can research you.”

Roman put a hand on his chin as his mind swirled with all types of ideas. Should he trust Logan? Should he try to escape? All of a sudden, he started to shiver just a bit from the cold. Even with the warm palms underneath him, it wasn’t enough to warm him up in this big lab he was in. He squeaked when the hands soon cupped him in a bit more. A glance at Logan made his decision clear. As cold as their face was, there was just a hint of genuine concern. He looked back up again, taking in a deep breath.

“Alright, I’ll let you research me if it means I’m protecting my people from you.”

“I don’t intend to hurt you if that’s what you are saying… I was only going to ask questions about your species. Also, what exactly are you?”

From there, Roman ranted on about how marvelous elves were. They were practically humans, though much smaller. He yapped on about his kingdom and of course himself for hours on end, only stopping when Logan asked a specific question. As he continued to talk and talk, his tiny stomach grumbled. He blinked, realizing he hadn’t eaten anything that day. He looked up and he swore there was a faint smile painting Logan’s face.

“Are you hungry? I have some food,” Logan asked.

“Only a bit. I don’t think I’ve ever had human food before.”

Something in Logan suddenly made them smile more and almost look giddier. Their powerful hands brought Roman closer to their chest as they walked over to a cabinet. Soon, they opened it, revealing jars upon jars of some kind of red substance. A small loaf of bread, at least that’s what he thought it was called, laid on the bottom shelf. Logan grabbed the loaf of bread and a jar out of the cabinet, now sitting at a table nearby. He looked at the jar’s contents, never having seen something like it before.

“It’s called jam.”

Roman blinked as Logan spoke. Soon, their hand laid flat on the table, him now taking the hint and climbing off. He hugged himself. It was still a bit cold in the lab, but he’d certainly been in much colder weather. He must’ve been in Logan’s hands too long and got used to their warmth. A clank rang in his ears when Logan opened the jar of jam and spread it on to a small piece of bread, which he assumed was for him. His feet shuffled backward as they handed the piece of bread to him. A deep breath entered his lungs, his legs a bit shaky, though he quickly calmed himself down. With some hesitance, he took the bread and the jam on top and took a small bite. His eyes widened, captured by the flavor.

“This taste marvelous!”

“I know! I’m not one for sweets, but this always puts a smile on my face,” Logan said as they took their own piece of bread and spread some jam on it. Soon, they took a bite, Roman watching as they ate. He looked back down at his own bread and scarfed it down. He didn’t realize just how hungry he was.

“Would you like more?”

Soon, Roman nodded, a big smile forming on his face. He warmed up to the human quite a bit even though they only met that night. Something told him they would keep their word and not hurt his kingdom. Logan took another piece of bread and spread some jam on to it. They put it on a tea plate and slid it over to him. Quickly, he ripped off a piece of bread and munched on it, loving the flavor, and feeling in his mouth. He caught a glimpse of Logan smiling as he continued to eat their jam covered bread.

As Roman kept eating, he felt a warmth on his back followed by a light now casting a shadow down on the table. He turned around to see light filling the window nearby and he soon yawned. Were they both really up the whole night? Another yawn escaped his mouth, covering it with a hand. The bread he ate didn’t help much as it only made him even more tired. All of a sudden, he heard Logan yawn, too. He’d guess they’d been up for quite a while, probably longer than him. He looked back out the window as he touched the cloth that wrapped around his wound. He needed to go back to his kingdom, but his eyes were starting to grow heavy, wanting at least a nap.

“Are you tired?”

Roman just nodded and yawned as if on cue. Logan smiled more offering their hand. He scrambled on to it enjoying the small warmth from them. Soon, he looked up as they moved to a more comfortable plush chair and as they sat, a bit of hesitance and curiosity sprinkled on their face.

“Would you like to sleep in my storage stomach? I doubt the table would do much good.”

“Human’s have storage stomachs?”

“Some do… This should be my final experiment with you, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to, though I assure you it’s completely safe. I’ll let you go right after if you do want to do the experiment.”

Roman looked down with a hand on his chin. He could just be let go now, but he’d risk getting attacked again with how tired he was. But Logan’s offer did sound quite relaxing… He’d never been in a storage stomach before, and it would certainly be a lovely story to tell back home. A deep breath filled his lungs as he looked back up to them.

“Alright, I’ll do it. How shall we uh… start?”

“I’ll open up my mouth so you can crawl in. If anything goes wrong just tell me. I’ll do the rest. Are you ready?”

Logan’s hands moved up closer to their lips. Roman stared in awe at the sight, shaking from the fear and excitement that ran through him.

“Yes…”

Finally, Logan’s mouth opened, and his jaw dropped at how marvelous their mouth looked. Their teeth were nearly a perfect white and their tongue looked as soft as the grass in the fields. As he came closer, a warm breath rolled over him that smelled of mint and jam. Not a scar or scratch lined the inside of their cheeks. The tongue soon rolled over their teeth, waiting for him to crawl in. He took in one more deep breath as he looked around, and soon crawled on to the soft tongue.

A strong warmth hit him as he was pulled inside, feeling even more of their breath wrap him. Carefully, he turned around so he could face the outside of their mouth. The light coming from the lab shone into their mouth, illuminating the entrance of their throat he’d soon be going down. Another breath washed over him, the warmth so inviting. He took one more good look around their mouth before they slowly closed it, darkness now surrounding him.

Soon, the tongue pinned Roman to the roof of Logan’s mouth. A small hum came out from him as their tongue squished his tiny body. The miniscule bumps on the tongue trailed his face. He held on to it, hugging it and cuddling into it. The tongue soon went down as he heard a hum from Logan. His face warmed up, almost matching with the heat that was in their mouth. Thank goodness they couldn’t see him, or he might’ve fainted! He cuddled more and more into the soft slimy flesh and let himself relax. Soon, a squeak escaped his mouth as he felt them start to tilt their head back. For a moment, his heart stopped, an instinctual fear kicking in. He took in a deep breath as he slid down to the entrance of their throat. The tip of their tongue curled over his head, giving him one last lick as he was finally gulped down into their throat.

The throat muscles was quick to massage at Roman’s tiny form, making him hum even more. It was a tad bit tight, but he didn’t mind it much, especially since he hadn’t relaxed this much in quite a while. Running a kingdom was hard work after all. Soon, he was squished even more into the muscles, certain it was Logan pressing their neck. Though soon, the pressure disappeared. A loud heartbeat and deep breathing rang in his ears as he continued to go down, deeper into their core. Finally, his legs squirmed into a much larger place, followed by the rest of him plopping down into their stomach.

Roman’s heart raced, trying to take everything in. To his surprise, there was a small blue glow coming from the mucus that lined their storage stomach, allowing him to see. With a gentle step, he stood up walking around in absolute awe. He pressed a hand into the stomach walls, entranced at his hands sinking into the folds. As soon as he pulled away, his hands started to glow from the mucus that stuck to him.

“Are you alright?” Logan’s booming voice echoed throughout the stomach.

“Yes! I’m alright!”

He continued to look around, exploring. Other than the mucus, there was no stomach acid in sight. He guessed he was right to trust the human. He took in a deep breath as he laid down, letting the warmth lull him to sleep. A yawn escaped his mouth as he snuggled into the folds.

“Hey, Logan?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you for saving me. I’m not sure what I would’ve done without you…”

There was a small silence between both of them until Logan spoke.

“It’s… no problem. Sleep well, Roman…”

And with that, Roman’s eyes closed, relaxing into the walls of his new friend, falling asleep.

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I'm watching Beast Wars again for no reason and so you all have to hear me talk about it.

If I was personally given Rights I would first use them to erase Cheetors weird crush on Blackarachnia because it literally adds nothing to the plot or the characters. Instead I'd take full advantage of my personal headcanon and make Cheetor desperately want a big sister because I am always a slut for Found Family. Like, that scene with Una ?"Aw, she wants to be you!" Like c'mon viewing him reaching out to Blackarachnia because he desperately wants some semblance of a relationship is a lot more wholesome when it isn't romantically coded. Cheetor is Lonely, so horribly lonely, and so young seeming in comparison to the rest of the cast. He hasn't lost that love for the stars or spiraled into cynicism just yet, and I would much rather explore the ways he tries to reach out to his bitter, jaded teammates. And maybe he's left wanting, maybe he gets tired of being lonely, and maybe he fucks up trying to be like them because "he tried to prove himself." And maybe that scene where Optimus, Silverbolt, and Rattrap reach out to him has a little more weight because it isn’t just Cheetor trying to be an adult, but a Cheetor that tried to be them and post Feral Cheetor has real fucking consequences and isn't just a cool upgrade.

I want that episode where Rattrap finds out they spat on Dinobot’s memory by making him into a "dishonorable" clone and goes ballistic. I want him to find the memories Dinobot stowed away and be conflicted. Is it Dinobot without the spark? Could he live with only a shade? Would Dinobot even want that? I want him to try and fail and be utterly distraught over the whole damn thing. I want him to be angry every time he sees Dinobot 2. I want Rhinox to try and fail to comfort him. I want Cheetor to sit with him, neither speaking but both knowing they're in this fucked up mess together now. CONSEQUENCES. WHERE ARE THEY. GIVE THEM TO ME.

I also just really want Blackarachnia to have closer bonds with the team??? Idk, I'm vibin well enough with her and Silverbolt but tbh I'd really just like her to have an episode where she's hanging out with someone else and Isn’t A Complete Rude Person. I think that's something I actually really vibed with in Beast Machines (although my memory there is still pretty fuzzy, I'll probably have to rewatch that to say for sure) Blackarachnia could actually work with the team in a friendly and occasionally sweet way. She was capable of a blunt and angry sort of kindness. Should that happen right away? Nah of course not, she needs to get comfy with her shiny new Dumbfuck Teammates. But there’s no real Solid Connections there other than Silverbolt, which is purely romantic. (Once again I emphasize Cheetor and Found Family)

Rhinox just needs more in general. If I had to guess the reason he was made a villain in beast machines was because he is only Meh as a Developed character after Blackarachnia shows up and takes over tech wise, not to mention rattrap is also pretty damn techy when he wants to be.(it was also probably to increase tension since his whole deal is being diplomatic but that's a separate thing) Sort of an issue when you make them scientists but don't have them specialize in anything and, more importantly, have a weakness in anything. If your character is simply the backup scientist when the other one is out of commission u gotta problem. Rhinox is stagnant personality wise, I can’t honestly say anything about him changes in the whole series. He has functionally gained nothing from this perilous journey, no real trauma, no bonds he didn't already have with the team, not even an upgrade in form. Isn’t rattrap supposed to be his best friend???? SHOW ME MORE THEN. Seriously if this show had let me have Rights I’m not saying I wouldn’t have loved if we had actually Really Dug In to a character arc or something about Rattrap and the concept of Honor vs Loyalty but that’s exactly what I’m saying lets talk about that. Season One Rattrap they played with this a little (After the whole early on “I would not send someone to do something I would not do myself” and “double agent rattrap” WHICH NO ONE WOULD EVER BELIEVE IF THAT HAPPENED ANY LATER THAN IT DID SINCE RATTRAP IS SO ANTIPRED) and the whole Dinobot thing really wedged it in (”But at least you know where he stands”) AND THEN FROM MY SHODDY MEMORIES OF BEAST MACHINES ITS PLAYED WITH EVEN MORE WHEN HE FUCKING GOES TO MEGATRON BECAUSE EVERYONE WAS BEING A LITTLE BITCH TO HIM 

Where was I going with this? uhhhhhhhhhhhhh oh yeah LISTEN Rattrap and his morals are Very Fascinating and I really wished there was more about that. Like, he gives no shits about Doing What’s Right or Being A Good Person, but he rewards friendship and loyalty and not getting him killed by miles. And despite his Hatefest Dinobot he was actually really... shocked? Offended??? about Dinobot handing over the disc because you’re an asshole but you’re also our asshole what fuckery is this did all our arguments mean nothing to you. And then attempting to join Megatron in BM because he might be Evil and it might be Bad Moral Conduct but fuck morals his teammates were being shitty friends. Is that petty of him? Maybe, but if the maximals had been evil but still genuinely kind and caring towards Rattrap I don’t believe he would ever leave for a second, not for all the Morals or Its The Right Thing To Do in the world. And that’s why darkfics that still use Found Family are the best! The End.

All the characters would actually be the size of their animals because goddamit I want a tiny Rattrap that has to be carried around by the others while he screeches indignantly. Or at the very least make him just a little smaller. Just a bit. And maybe they all have a big Sleep Pile. I like physical affection and cuddling and things no I don't care if they're robots no I don’t take criticism. Dinobot would have feathers fight me.

Optimus has died, been tortured, and painfully grew to like 3 times his size why doesn’t he have ptsd someone give him a hug.

Could we have waited for Airrazor and Tigatron to get kidnapped???? We should have gotten more for them. Let me see them more often. LISTEN THEY’RE VERY CUTE I LOVE THEM SHUT UP. 

WHICH LMAO BRINGS ME RIGHT BACK TO CHEETOR BECAUSE HE CONSIDERED AIRRAZOR AND TIGATRON HIS BROTHER AND SISTER AND HE THINKS THEYRE GONE FOREVER AND THEN ITS NEVER REALLY BROUGHT UP AGAIN LIKE CHEETOR AND FOUND FAMILY REALLY SHOULD BE EXPLORED HERE

Silverbolt is fun, but suffers from the same problem as Blackarachnia where all you really remember about them Relationship wise is the one they have with each other. Who does Silverbolt like best among the maximals, who does he like the least? And if I'm erasing that weird Cheetor crush thing then their interactions probably have a lot less tension so... what else do they have.

Depth Charge is an unrepentant asshole and I love him. He is so hostile but it doesn’t stop him from begrudgingly helping out on occasion. He also gave Optimus some backstory??? Like not as much as my greedy Character Loving hands would have wanted but GIVE ME.

Other Stuff:

Nothing will ever be as funny as Optimus being like “Evacuate the base you’re all gonna die” and Rhinox grabbing his fucking plant

Blackarachnia Craves Power 

Cheetor suffer from Bad Bondage multiple times throughout the series, but specifically during the web I remember Tarantulas leaning over him and thinking “wow this is kind of... date gone wrong vibes??? What the fuck”

Rattrap and Dinobot: *Spot each other from any distance* Miracle Hatemance has entered the chat

Why is Megatron wearing roller skates. Who did this. Why.

“Spider/Bird dog is hetero nonsense” - everyone who has to bear witness to them ever, including me the viewer

Tarantulas is completely done with any attempts to seduce him. Ever.

Airrazor tries so hard to be cool and hip oh my god she is a complete dork i love her

“FOR THE ROYALTYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY”

please be nice to Waspinator he’s trying his best

Rhinox: exists

Me: hello yes sir I love u wise mentor sir

Holy shit Dinobot’s death scene is a gut punch. Rattrap honestly is what makes this scene perfect. I have never seen him so respectful or emotional is a way that wasn’t meant for comedic relief.

That scene, man

Tigatron’s speech about bringing beast mode and robot mode together is like foreshadowing to beast machines. Or it isn’t. Idk. Would have been really nice if they, yknow,

bothered to bring up literally anything from the previous series to beast machines

 (yes its been awhile since I’ve seen Beast Machines, but I do remember that being my primary complaint.)

This series is so cheesy but Thundercats is still cheesier so its fine

Rattrap was canonically a miner at some point apparently.

He’s also super prejudiced and honestly that’s interesting. HONESTLY SOMETHING I WOULD HAVE LOVED TO SEE DISCUSSED IN BEAST MACHINES IS THE SUPER MEGA DIVIDE IN PREDS AND MAXIMALS BUT I GUESS WE WEREN’T GETTING THAT OH WELL

The ‘Everyone is blind’ episode was always one of my favorites and it never gets old

Upon rewatching the series I have concluded Cheetor is Babey. Which is weird because I didn’t think much of him from what I remember. Shift in perspective I suppose. They really made Rhinox farting the thing that saves the day, huh. What even was season one.

BITCH THAT IS A TERRIBLE WAY TO TRANSPORT MEGATRON NO WONDER HE FUCKING CONQUERED CYBERTRON Y’ALL DESERVED THIS HONESTLY

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh in conclusion:

Rattrap is my new religion apparently

[twitchesandstitches]

💀🥔❤️🗯️💛📚 - Power Girl, Wonder Woman, Tionishia, Centorea, Ranamon, Blue Diamond and Ahsoka Tano. (A bit of a long one, but i hope it works.)

omg that is a LOT tho

Power Girl: am leaning towards ‘rarely’. depends on how villainous they are; if not villain, then probably not. if villain, at least temporarily digestion? if they’re energy-based though, she may do so automatically regardless of whether or not she wants to, due to her powers

Wonder Woman: she follows mythic hero rules, so she does so in the same circumstances of slaying a monster, but she’s not casual about it

tionishia: depends on their threat level and how hungry she is. going with the idea that ogres are prone to extreme overindulgence, she might do so if they taste good or make her feel super FULL

centorea: more likely than not, yes, especially if they are plant-based; it mixes with horse and human cravings a lot, and she regards it as part of the whole point of swallowing someone.

Ranamon: Rarely; its very contextual. she may be called to do it for her duties or removing things that need to be hidden, like consuming forbidden lore.

Blue Diamond: I like to think that she used to be a ferocious and merciless devourer, adn while she’s TRYING to be a better person, the compulsion to simply swallow whole and digest anything offending her on a whim.

Ahsoka: I figure that while the Jedi Code permits this sort of thing (since they don’t have any particular restrictions against necessary killing), overindulgence is frowned upon. This Ahsoka may or may not abide by the Code, but it still influences her, so she tries to restrain herself.

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Does your muse prefer lazy, fat prey?

Power Girl and Wonder Woman: Not really! they tend to view devouring as a tool in their arsenel, not as an end in itself, and they don’t have many preferences.

Tionishia: Almost certainly; she enjoys rich, tasty treats, especially ones that have so much meat and succulent tastes of self-indulgence on them.

Centorea: she doesn’t PREFER them, but she likes this kind of prey, but refuses to admit it; she feels that implying she prefers easily caught prey implies ineptitude.

Ranamon: I think that feels about right for her?

Blue Diamond: Very likely! Perhaps at one point, she created Gems specifically to devour large amounts of resources, getting very big in the process, and BD ate them in turn to recoup the resources.

Ahsoka: Again, no particular preference there.

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Tell us about a great experience your muse has had with vore!

Power Girl: She once ate an entire sun, getting a massive power boost and size increase; we’re talking taller than a solar system, boobs bigger than the rest of her body, and a power increase to match. it didn’t last but it felt REALLY GOOD

Wonder Woman: She slew an incarnation of Jormagundr in this fashion with her god-buddy, Thor; it was the biggest meal she ever had!

Tionishia: She had a date with fem Kimihito, and her ravenous appetite demanded more and more, and Kimihito offered herself to her; it was a very lovely digestion and Tio was so FULL, and suspects it was the love involved that satisfied her.

Centorea: She took part in a competition where the losers would be meals for the winner, and she won in splendid fashion. She was merciful and allowed them to reform not long afterwards, but she was so STRONG, and her gut so swollen with their wriggling bodies as they dissolved into her, and she relishes the pleasure of that day.

Ranamon: Once devoured a terrible grimoire of ultimate evil, obscuring its dreadful secrets from the multiverse; she actually had something of a tummyache for a while, but it was worth it.

Blue Diamond: After reforming her ways, she repopulated multiple worlds by consuming them and gestating entirely new, fertile ones within herself. IT felt intensely pleasurable and the first truly good thing she had done in a long time, and it gave her a sense of purpose after the fall of the Gem empire.

Ahsoka: At one point, confronted and bested a dreadful wizard of the bleakest arts, overcomign his powerful abilities to consume him. at the time she’d been suffering something of a crisis of confidence, and it reignited her sense of skill and purpose.

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Does your muse experience stomach rumbles or burps after eating someone?

Power Girl: unlikely. probably lots of solar glowing, though.

Wonder Woman: Briefly. sounds like continents moving.

Tionishia: Yes. it is VERY loud and sounds like her belly is bigger on the inside.

Centorea: Yes. very, very loud, due to her multiple chambered stomachs (A combo of human stomaches, horse stomaches, and the weird ways they interact together.)

Ranamon: Kind of; no rumbles or burps normally, but there’s a strange sound as they are converted into pure data.

Blue Diamond: She does not burp or rumble at all unless she specifically wants to, because of how Gems work; digestion rarely involves fluids, for example, but converting prey into magical energy to be absorbed directly or reworked into another form. She CAN, if she wants to.

Ahsoka: Yes. pretty noisy, actually.

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What sort of pred does your muse like?

Power Girl, Wonder Woman: They are similar in that they don’t liked to be preyed upon at all; they’re big time heroes and this sets a poor example, and they’re too fierce to easily have the submissive mindset that characterizes prey in one way or another. you must be WORTHY to do so, but their definitions vary; Power Girl thinks you must be strong, while Wondy feels you should just have the courage to try. (You might not be able to survive trying, though.)

Tionishia: She requires that you be at least somewhat polite. Sort of like taking a girl out to dinner, really.

Centorea: She professes to firmly disapprove of this, but in secret, she does like this, but requires a firm subordinate/superior relation between herself and the pred, with pred as superior.

Ranamon: Kind of prefers her preds to be cool and interesting, and technologically based; not out of bias against organics, but due to her composition, she’s only likely to experience anything if they are able to process data. (Which CAN happen with powerful organic preds anyway, but she’s not aware of this.)

Blue Diamond: She does not like to be eaten. She is still proud and mighty, and sees herself as far above the likes of prey!

Ahsoka: Someone who is very much NOT dark side-aligned, emotionally speaking, tends to fit the bill.

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How many times has your muse been digested or inside a pred’s stomach?

Wonder Woman: Rarely. It’s happened a few times, and its treated as the mutually exclusive deaths of heroes in ancient myths, but she’s loath to have repeats.

Power Girl: A few villains have managed it, and some heroines as well; tends to get her miffed, too.

Tionishia: Reasonably common, though they must be pretty big or voracious to contain so much ogre inside them! She thinks its cuddly and sweet.

Centorea: She’s more common a predator than prey, but it’s happened; once by fem!Kimihito, Rachnera and Tio, and most frequently by Miia, who is now sporting a REALLY big pair of boobs that was once Centorea’s physical body in previous times.

Ranamon: She’s embarassed to admit that she’s frequiently called to upload viruses to enemy servers or networks, and this involves getting ‘eaten’ by manifestations of those servers in the digital realm.

Blue Diamond: she’s bigger than a planet even when she’s not trying, and can be considered a goddess by most standards; it’s RARE. but it can happen! (Rose Quartz and Connie have both done it, on separate occasions.) She doesn’t approve of being reminded of it!

Ahsoka: If the Jedi have vore duels, she’s probably lost a fair number of times, though not in recent times. in her travels, she’s lost her fair share of consumption battles, so she’s familiar with the inside of guts.

[maw-and-pawp]

Alright, I guess it's time to talk about some OCs related to the vore world from that first post I made, which I'm tentatively calling Behind Veiled Faces right now.

Alma Florimell

This little lady is my other prey oc that didn't appear in the world concept. Alma meaning "nourishing, soul, or young woman", and Florimell meaning "flower and honey".

She's type of fairy which I'm loosely basing off cluricauns and moss maidens, although not 1 to 1. She is, however, definitely a changeling in the sense her parents left her in the mortal side of the Veil to rabbit-like prey. Although now as an adult she's noticeably shorter than her peers by two feet, and completely missing the antlers her jackalope adoptive parents sport. Instead of a short, cute cotton tail, she's grown a long whip like tail. Think that stereotypical demon/imp tail, except the spaded end can open up to show off a flower similar to a marigold/dandelion. To blend in to this side of the Veil, she has to tuck it away unfortunately. And bring her ID everywhere so people can be quickly corrected about her age. She's 22, dammit, not a preteen!

Another major difference between her kind and the prey species here is that she can reform after digestion via the plants she's bonded to. Don't ask me how that works, no one told her either, and she definitely didn't find the time to ask when she first went to meet her birth parents. She was too busy trying not to kill them for what happened to the "real" Alma.

Alma is a lesser known indie folk artist. Think Rabbitology, Cosmo Sheldrake, The Amazing Devil, Crane Wives and Paris Paloma. She posts her stuff to TakTik, MeTube, and Spotiply, never revealing her face or identity. She sometimes streams as a GTuber with a dragonsona lmao. Her artist name is Beetlebug.

Anyways. Any and all actual vore scenarios will be between her and Robin, after much convincing on her part. And perhaps a couple drinks to loosen inhibitions...by a couple she means more than is probably wise for normal people.

Robin

They're the pred from the world concept, and oughh have they been sitting in my head for awhile. Firstly let's get it out of the way that mortal preds are,,,Tall, and generally more humanoid than faery preds. Built more for ambush than chasing or tracking. Not usually anything more than (shorter) claws and sharper teeth - so the wings are sooo a giveaway to any one looking for the signs, and they have to glamour that away. And faery preds are perfectly sized for faery prey, and not much else. In fact, mortal preds can look at a faery pred as prey if they're not sufficiently intimidating just from the get-go. So that's part of Robin's deal when interacting with people - they can't be seen as weak for even a moment, but they also hate being feared as it reminds them of their childhood.

Speaking of that, Robin can't go back to the Fey Wilds. They escaped here for a reason even if it is annoying to deal with cocky mortals who think they're a quick snack (seriously, how come Alma is too small but they aren't??). They had a father who sold their true name off to another faery to repay his debts. The collector made them into a monster, a "loyal" hound incapable of direct disobedience to any order given. Killing whatever and whoever they were pointed at, and beat for lapses in efficiency. And it was so until they were a teenager, where they managed to poison their master, fake their death, and flee to the mortal world where any calls of their true name couldn't pierce the Veil and summon them back. They took on the name of Robin, and gave up the lifestyle of a predator, until Alma squirms her way past their walls lmao.

Prey isn't *necessary* for them to live - sure they need nutrients, but they can get that from the normal food found in the mortal realm. All they really need prey for is to keep their connection to the flow of the world's magic. Without eating faery prey, Robin will slowly lose their ability to become one with the wind they were born from, and lose their ability to hear any of their names on the breeze (or cries for help).

They work a normal job during the day, and at night listen for cries for help while they still can. Helping others now won't make up for what they were forced to do as a child, but like their father before them, they have a debt to pay. It's just theirs is a blood debt.

Cedar Bryn

Bryn meaning "hill" or "mound". Jackalope prey in the world concept from the mortal realm. Also traumatized, but from nearly getting digested by a pred guy before Robin swooped in with their sharp talons. He is a sweetheart, though, and has been all his life. You heard most of what he's been through already, but I'd like to expand that he's an aspiring author and artist for a comic book. His monthly publications had to be put on hold as his world turned upside down after the Event. Thankfully the people at his support group won't recognize Cedar Bryn - he uses C.B. as a pen name to keep his personal life private.

(Ironically the pred who nommed him was a huge fan, and if he'd succeeded then he'd have been scratching his head on why the author suddenly Stopped)

Robin has definitely moved in post-tummy listening. They've got an unnamed kinda thing going, neither party really knows if it's platonic or not anymore. And things will be complicated further by Alma lmao. Cedar has no idea what's up with Robin, so when he comes home one day and finds his pred roommate with a full squirmy gut, he's gonna rightfully freak 😂

Cedar's developed a "sudden" interest in knives and self defense classes. I wonder why 🤔

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Are predators in general smarter than prey, or is it the opposite? And why would that be?

so first off, intelligence is a tricky subject to even identify, much less to quantify or grade on a hierarchy. we humans are HEAVILY biased in what kinds of intelligence we consider valid, not to even MENTION more specific cultural biases therein. we humans tend to base a lot of our intelligence testing on social skills and abstract thinking, b/c we’re a social species that has the tools/language to properly communicate the abstractions that float through our heads. not every animal (predator OR prey) is social, nor do many of them have the tools at their disposal to communicate abstract thoughts. and that’s even IF they have abstract thoughts in the first place, which they certainly *might* (plenty of species have been shown to grasp abstractions within human testing environments), but they wouldn’t always necessarily NEED to understand abstractions for their survival, depending on the abstractions in question. cognitive maps are an example of an abstraction that would be practical for, say, a traveling animal to develop and use, but this isn’t always the case for certain abstract intelligence tests

thus, things like sociality and more anthropomorphic abstract reasoning simply can’t be parameters of intelligence for non-social animals that may have little reason to think abstractly in the ways we do. hell, intelligence shouldn’t even *be* graded/compared in the first place, due to this complexity. and I’m certainly not the first to make this argument– human IQ testing is p wack and based on a lot of ableist and racist eugenic ideals, for example, which truly only reveal the test’s contextual shortcomings 

when questioning the intelligence of a nonhuman animal, we HAVE to be incredibly careful to take the animal’s specific circumstances into account and frame the test around what THEY may be expected to naturally do based on their abilities and past behavior– not what we’d expect a HUMAN to do in a similar situation. the ways in which animals may respond to certain stimuli/situations may seem confusing or stupid to us, but in-context may make perfect sense given their natural habitats, circumstances that animal has had to deal with in the past, the range of their sensory abilities, etc.

and even beyond all that, the pred/prey boundary in general is kinda false and grey, which further complicates this question. life is not as simple as slotting all animal species into two preset boxes, and most animals can be both predator and prey (and scavenger) depending on the situation and how we decide to analyze their life and behavior. not to mention that vague pred/prey groupings encompass VASTLY different clades of animals with different neurological setups from one another, from insects to fish to mammals. while humans tend to think of mammals as the most intelligent clade b/c we ourselves are mammals, that’s just a false assumption and I won’t be making that silly distinction here

but if we rly want to try comparing animal intelligence, then, “intelligence is measured in animals by their ability to learn from situations they are exposed to. Learning stems from what is called phenotypic plasticity, which allows for short-term and long-term changes in behavior to permit individuals to adapt to changing situations or environments.” (x) thus, some of the most informative tests of ‘intelligence’ in nonhuman animals are those that study adaptability to new situations. every organism has some level of adaptability b/c that’s just life and evolution, so seeing how adaptable an animal is to new/tricky problems can reveal interesting insights into their capacity for learning and change

now I must reiterate– there does NOT seem to be much solid evidence for either preds or prey being more or less intelligent due to the complexities I detailed above. BUT I will throw some food for thought your way– just some of my armchair theorizing. and for the sake of simplifying my point for this, you can assume that the predators I’m talking abt are exclusively apex, obligate predators, and the prey are obligate herbivores, giving us a more simplistic hard-line of comparison

so, generally speaking, safety+time+energy are the big things an animal has to worry abt in the most basic bare-bones of survival. an animal that has guaranteed safety and/or free time/energy can use that extra time/energy to, say, explore a new situation out of pure curiosity, develop non-essential skills, or to simply play. animals that don’t have this guarantee of safety+time+energy that encounter a novel situation are more likely to flee or fight out of fear for theirconstantly-threatened safety and scant energy stores. while this isn’t specifically a sign of intelligence, it is an interesting development that’s worth noting

that in mind, many apex predators have more safety since they’re prolly not being hunted by anybody, so they don’t have to waste time/energy being vigilant for their lives. additionally, a lot of top predators like lions or wolves can usually gorge on a large meal once and can go at least a few days or longer before the energy from that meal is eaten up and they HAVE to hunt again. and I’ve also heard that it generally takes longer to digest protein-rich food? so preds just need to rest more to digest anyways. a lot of prey, on the other hand, must always be on guard for preds, and have to constantly keep eating b/c their chosen plant matter (particularly leaves/grass for grazers) doesn’t have as high energy levels per unit

though this is of course being very generous in assuming that the preds in question have a decent hunting success rate and are bringing down large kills– hunters still have to dedicate time/energy to finding/capturing food, and there are plenty of preds that live on the edge of starvation. and on the flipside, there are plenty of prey species that DO lead relatively safe/lax lifestyles just b/c they’re so goddamn huge that they rarely have to worry abt being hunted (like elephants), or they may live in large groups where only a few individuals need to keep watch for the group’s safety, thus they have free time/energy to play/explore

tho there’s also an argument to be made that adversity– rather than safety– actively pushes the development of new skills. after all, tools aren’t invented unless there’s a need for them, and the needs of survival can lead to some incredible solutions to tough situations. so, one could argue that the starving predators or fear-fueled prey are the most intelligent, as they are living on the razor’s edge of survival, yet they’re still going using whatever tricks they can

though none of this rly answers whether preds or prey are smarter– just complicates that question further with more examples of diverse lifestyles among the two groups. this isn’t rly the cut-and-dry question that a lot of ppl seem to think it is, sorry to say. but that’s just how ethology is– it’s all abt context and educated assumptions

-Mod Spiral