#plier/vore

[tinystarwatch]

Also, I've said it before and I'll say it again...

Out of curiosity?

Prey of the community, when I say pred, is there one specific character that comes to mind first for you?

Someone you always sort of think of as the defacto baseline pred, no matter if your still actively interested in the property the character is from, or think about them in any capacity anymore?

[starry-snippets]

Vore.

synopsis: an injury has impacted more than just your body, and josuke’s boldest admirers advances causes you to end up consumed by whatever the arrow that pierced you left behind... whatever monster it is

cw: bullying, some fondling (not consensual, outside party doing to josuke), self-harm, blood, swearing, nightmares, use of pet name “baby” but no gendered pronouns, established relationship with josuke as romantic partners, may be missing something but i think that’s all 

um this is based off a song (vore by sleep token) because i love. them 

Your life has been hell since you survived an arrow through the chest. Shame fills you whenever you think how it may have been better to just die. Whenever you entertain the relief in that you think of your boyfriend, your group of friends, your “promising” future.

But as you stare in the mirror - a beast stares back. 

You’ve lost the ability to see yourself. No matter what you look through, your reflection is the shape of a wolf. Angular jaws and jagged, sharp teeth mock you of the humanity you lost in surviving that day. You lived. But ultimately you feel like you’ve died. 

Splashing your face with cold water, you feel the water drip down your solemn face. Smiling hasn’t been a part of your daily routine since you’ve met the apparition grinning at you in the mirror. Its jaws open in laughter – you can hear it echoing in your grieving mind. You don’t understand how your stand, essentially another version of yourself, could revel in turning your life into hell. 

As you wipe your hands dry you see hair beginning to sprout from your knuckles. It’s bushier and more noticeable than normal. With a sign you grab pliers, quickly plucking the hairs from your hands while your reflection cackles at you. Teeth with honed edges, outline of their eyes in a devious triangle as they enjoy your daily struggle for control. 

You walk into school in your boyfriend’s hoodie to hide the hair covering the majority of your arms and because you missed him all weekend. A hat covers your unruly hair, unmanageable locks despite all the brushing and combing you attempted. Everything seems to be in double vision as you head down the hall to your classroom. 

“You’re so darling Jojo,” you hear a girl say while you open the door. She’s leaning against Josuke’s desk, propping herself up to stare right into his eyes while drawing attention to her chest. First few buttons open, she exposes her chest. “Such a good guy.” You stare with narrowed eyes as your double vision issue isn’t sparing you from witnessing how desperate she is to get with your boyfriend even with a class full of single guys wishing they were in the position Josuke is in right now. 

“Jo,” as soon as Josuke hears your voice he’s standing up and heading to you. He pulls you into a hug, lifting you off the floor briefly in his excitement. “Hey baby.” You greet with a low chuckle, happy to see him but still plagued by your unwanted company. 

Josuke rests his hands on your hips while staring into your eyes. “I missed you this weekend.” 

“I��m sorry I had to cancel our date…” you legitimately meant that. Your heart stings with having to say no to a picnic, as your preferred spot was finally free of mud and the pollen count was impressively low. But you were struggling with the beast that resides within the very fibers of your being. It was probably the closest you’ve ever been to letting this… this monster take complete control of you. “I’ll make it up to you somehow, love.” 

“I know you will baby.” Josuke smiles, ready to kiss you when you duck your head suddenly. As he got closer you realized the fangs protruding from your mouth, a development from this morning. “Are you oka-” 

“Class is beginning!” You dodge his question by using the teacher strolling in as an excuse. Josuke is skeptical but with the instructor beginning their lesson he can’t do much about it. Still he stares back at you and observes how you’re refusing to take off his hoodie, or pull the sleeves from over your hands, even as the temperature climbs and a test is handed out. 

☆☆☆☆☆

You can’t seem to find Josuke at lunch. He’s not waiting with Okuyasu and Koichi like he normally is while you head outside so you guys can get lunch from anywhere but the school cafeteria. Anxiously you pull the sleeves of his hoodie further over your arms but stop immediately when the sharp black nails you wish you didn’t have begin to tear through the fabric. Koichi stares at you and he’s about to question if something is wrong when Okuyasu interjects. 

“I see Josuke!” At his words you turn to where he’s pointing, seeing your boyfriend being patted down by the same girl flirting with him this morning. She has an expression that replicates empathy but you see the devious curl of her lip when her eyes meet yours. Hair pulled back in a ponytail, she flips it as if to mock you while Josuke watches flustered. You want to believe he’s just red faced because she’s running her hands across his body, nothing but napkins and his uniform jacket preventing her from basically groping your boyfriend’s chest. 

“What’s Kiki doing with him?” Okuyasu is more concerned about a pretty girl fondling Josuke rather than him while you’re pissed Josuke has let her touch every inch of his chest, now moving down to his thighs. “What the hell!” Your friend besides you shouts in disbelief when she gets on her knees, fiddling with the buttons of his uniform while “cleaning” it. 

You simply glare at her, not knowing what to do in this situation. Observing Josuke carefully, you don’t see him actively fighting her advances. Perhaps blinded by jealousy or this beast inside you – likely both – you just head out of the cafeteria. Koichi tries to follow you but it’s like you’ve vanished once he pries his eyes from Josuke. 

Before you could see it, Josuke had jerked himself away from her grip after getting over the initial shock of her bold advances. He’s never had anyone touch him like this and he thought she was trying to be nice and clean him up after spilling water all over him, but it’s not nice to touch someone like that without consent. He stares down at her with a glare which prompts Kiki to scramble off to her friend group of girls, all utterly shocked she had the guts to do something like that. Especially in front of you. But everyone is stunned when you’re just walking away, disappearing without a word. 

Josuke turns to see Okuyasu and a befuddled Koichi, panicking when he asks where you’ve gone and Koichi only stares at him with his own confusion. 

☆☆☆☆☆

Fear weighs heavy in Josuke’s stomach when you don't return after lunch. He’s paranoid that you hate him and he doesn’t want Kiki’s assault on him to ruin your relationship. His head thumbs against his desk when his text messages won’t send no matter how many times he refreshes the app, the wifi, or resends the message. 

It feels like an eternity before the school day ends. Once he’s free, Josuke is immediately trying to get to you. Practically sprinting, he notices how his messages still won’t go out to you. Confused and already paranoid, Josuke cautiously looks around to see an ominous figure standing on top of a cell tower. Groaning, all Josuke can get out with all his frustration at the stand user trying to fight him now of all times is, “fuck!”

☆☆☆☆☆

Meanwhile you’ve been using the knives that have replaced your fingernails to pierce your skin. Holding yourself tightly at the waist, blood trickles from the open scratches you’ve given yourself with your vicious nails. No matter how many times you clip these things away they regrow – even longer as if upset you’d even dare to remove it. You’ve broken your mirror into just shards in utter hate for the monster that has replaced your reflection. Yet you still hear the creature inside of you laugh, cackling at your misery it’s responsible for. 

You don’t know why the sharp pain in your sides isn’t helping this beast be appeased. Like the Aztecs did long ago, you’d offer this evil entity blood to appease it. You first found out that hurting yourself calmed the spread of it’s influence when you cut yourself chopping vegetables. Hair began to retract and the tufts atop your head retreated like they were never there. Since then you’ve been making this sacrifice in order to hold onto who you are. You wish you didn’t have to offer this thing inside of you your blood, since unlike the Aztecs you’re not asking for protection or a plentiful harvest, you’re just begging to maintain humanity. 

It’s like with every hair that sprouts from your skin you lose yourself. Now you’re almost entirely covered in hair despite the blood dripping off your claws and pooling under you onto your sheets. Ears the biggest you’ve seen yet – thick fur pouring out from them like a wolf – you can’t seem to feel your regular ears in the thick forest on your head. Despite your normal ears being gone you can hear better than you ever have. The dazed vision you’ve had all day transforms into something otherworldly keen despite only greys, yellows, and blues being seen. Chest heaving and mouth open as you snarl, several of your teeth erupt into elongated fangs. Your human canines now protrude so long when you close your mouth, which you can barely do with how hard you’re breathing, they’re clearly visible. 

What the fuck will you do now? 

You’re ashamed that Kiki is the root of why you’re this way now. You’ve finally lost the fight you’ve been struggling to barely survive. Now you feel yourself pulled into an abyss, entirely consumed by the creature you wish would die so you can resume living. 

It’s bizarre how much energy that transformation took. You begin to nod off, falling asleep despite never wanting to be alone with what is possessing you. As you drift off you are consumed by black as you are finally eaten alive. 

In your dream you see a wolf sitting in the snow. It’s panting like a dog, eyes crinkled like it’s had a good run which the deep tracks in the snow support. You watch as the wolf swishes its tail, still mimicking a domesticated hound. When you dare to approach the go-lucky creature it bites your hand, blood splattering into the snow to turn it crimson. The wolf has narrowed eyes that show you nothing but hate. The happiness they once held has been eroded upon contact with you. 

Suddenly you’ve fallen through the snow, plummeting until you’re in a field. Daffodils, sunflowers, and daisies fan around your sore body as you lay among them. Everything has a yellow tint to it as you see the blue sky with ambiguous blobs swirling across the atmosphere. For the first time you feel serene since being cursed. 

As soon as that thought crosses your mind your head is dipped down to the cruel wolf growling deeply and gritting its teeth – until it sees you. The creature calms and you don’t know why. Until you look down and see the hair covering your body and flowers intertwined. Your eyes widen as your breath hitches. The wolf approaches you but you’re suddenly sitting upright, realizing you’ve woken up.

Frantically you check yourself to see you’re still a werewolf type beast. But you don’t feel as wrathful. For once you got some decent sleep. For once you’re not spiraling with rage. For once you… got along with this evil entity inside of you? Maybe it’s not evil after all… 

A sudden knock pulls you from your thoughts. You panic with wide eyes and your mind races in how you could hide your strange form for your parents. Wait, would they be able to see your transformation? No one can see the beast that has resided within you but they can see the hair that would cover your knuckles. “Damn!” You growl out as you rush to find a robe or something else to try and cover yourself. When you grab your satin rope your claws tear right through it which you respond to with another animalistic groan. 

“I’m coming in,” The voice you’re very familiar with narrates as the door widens. You stare riddled with anxiety because no way can Josuke see you like this. Yet by the time the door is all the way open you still haven’t moved. Your ears twitch and you feel the heavy tall at the lowest portion of your back swish before stilling. Embarrassment heats your face at Josuke witnessing your new form. You’d be hopeful he can’t see you, but his stunned expression and sweat beginning to gloss his face tells you he most definitely does. 

“Babe…” He begins before trailing off. His worried eyes see the dying blood turning your shiny skin matted and he’s rushing to you. “What happened?” You noticed when he stares up at you with those horrified blue eyes that he’s not in the best shape himself. Scratches across his cheek and a busted lip from the inside, there’s no way it doesn’t hurt. Yet he still kneels at your side as you hold your torn robe in a feeble effort to conceal this transformation. “You’re bleeding,” Josuke continues before an entity emerges from behind him. It’s your turn to be surprised by him as the apparition seems to repair your scarred sides like nothing had happened. 

“I fixed you with Crazy Diamond. I know that sounds insane!” He’s bashful as he explains what that being with a comforting light blue and pink color palette was. You believe him much sooner than he would have guessed, maybe because nothing seems weirder than abruptly changing into a werewolf. 

You nod at the end of his ramble to let him know you’ve taken it all in, more or less. “So this is my stand? Being a… werewolf?” You’re a bit bummed in your tone. It’s a little disappointing that he gets a cute stand that resembles him with a great deal of power while you become a scary dog whenever you’re pissed. “I feel like this doesn’t match my soul…” As you look down Josuke takes your hand in his before pulling you into his arms. Your height has entirely changed so as he holds you he’s only a few inches taller than him. He really notices this while you’re in his arms. 

“Woah!” He says looking into your eyes. They’re absolutely captivating, the deep color swirling much like a tsunami. Josuke is scared of getting hypnotized in the unnatural color of them while he reassures you. “Stands are odd things. I think this… this makes sense.” 

“What does that mean, pretty boy?” You quirk your eyebrow but he can’t exactly tell. 

“You have the best qualities of a wolf. You’re devoted to those you love, you’re playful but serious whenever it’s needed, and you’re the most courageous person I know.” 

“Then why did I hide this from you?” It’s painful to admit to running from him in your attempts to run from yourself. Hurts, but at the same time you feel clarity begin to cleanse your consciousness. “Why I cancelled our date?” 

Josuke stares at you and puts some distance between you so he can really stare into your eyes. His irises hold nothing but compassion and admiration while yours continue to swirl in a cocktail of fear and shame. 

“This is some scary shit. You’re a werewolf babe!” You immediately chuckle, his wide eyes and genuinely bewildered tone making you remember there’s a reason you seek his comfort for just about anything else. Why would this… new type of puberty? or whatever for you is any different? “Werewolf or not, you’re the one I love.” He rubs your hand in his before kissing the top of your head and he watches with a confident grin when your tail swishes fervently. “That’s cute.” 

“Shut up…” 

☆☆  EXTRA  ☆☆

“Do you want to sleep over? I’ve missed you.” You’re honest and direct and it’s relieving to you both that your confidence seems to be reinflating after a harsh puncture. 

“I’d love to. I’ll text my mom.” Josuke kisses your forehead as he says so, seeming to not mind the hair still covering your body. You’ve been cuddling in your bed for a while now, your tail curled around his leg while he wraps his arms around your waist. You’re the warmest you’ve ever been and there’s no need for blankets with Josuke’s warmth against your skin and your thick fur keeping him warmer than any comforter could. “This form is great for cuddling.” Josuke jokes and your nod with a twitch of your ear. 

Silence settles between you two as you listen to Josuke’s steady breathing. He seems legitimately relaxed with his head in the crook of your neck and your tail lovingly tapping his leg from how it’s wagging. 

“I want to apologize.” Josuke suddenly says and it makes your blood run cold. You’re reminded of the reason you originally succumbed to your unnamed stand. “I don’t like Kiki. I’ve never liked her. I was so startled when she started touching me I froze. I know how it looked, how embarrassing it must of bee-” 

He can’t even finish talking before you’re shutting him up with a subtle growl. The noise gives Josuke goosebumps. “It’s not your fault. She was taking advantage of you to get to me. I’m going to get her back for this.” You have a monstrous grin on your face – really only monstrous because of your massive fangs. Josuke can’t help but smile at your conniving, as he loves a prank. 

At your words your body changes again and luckily it’s far less painful. Your fangs retract enough that you can close your mouth, ears vanishing into small tufts that seem to be a part of your hair, and one of your eyes has changed color. Josuke stares in amazement once again at your sudden transformation before him. You look absolutely disheveled with torn clothing and frazzled hair, yet still precious to him. 

“I guess my stand didn’t like that I was plotting revenge with its power.” 

“Maybe this means you feel bad about it deep down.” Josuke’s suggestion has you quirking your brow and this time he can clearly see that. “Yeah, nah.” 

“You know me so well.” Once you say this our ears and tail pop out again, your tail swaying slowly in approval of Josuke’s comment. “Oh, this is weird.” He observes your half transformation before chuckling a bit about how your stand really is just a dog. “Stop laughing!” 

Josuke heaves from his laughter so you push him playfully. “I need to talk to Jotaro about this, it’s so bizarre!” You join him in laughing because well, it is odd. You’re sure other stands are weirder but your ability seems to have some interesting triggers and despite not being a great deal of energy the average person can see your werewolf form. 

“What’s your stand name?” Josuke suddenly asks and you just blink in thought. “I want to give him a name for it.” He elaborates while you take another moment to consider. 

“How about Abysmal Vore? Since when I transformed I fell into this abyss, and it was like I was consumed.” 

“You really want to include the word ‘vore’?” 

“You don’t have to make it weird.” 

Josuke chuckles as he says, “fine. Abysmal Vore for my who-” 

“I get that it rhymes but you should stop right there.” You threaten jokingly, knowing he’s going to make a stupid joke part a million. “I’m going to scare the shit out of Kiki this Halloween.” You nuzzle into his shoulder as he writes the message to Jotaro and he can’t help but smile at seeing you lively again. Even if it is to get revenge on one of your classmates. Well… is one of your classmates that harasses him and thinks he’s hers for the picking. 

“I’d be down.”

[methylphenidate-already-taken]

A Song

I cannot believe i’m doing this but here is a Darkiplier Vore fic. I did not proof read this, wrote it in one go at 2 am last night. 

I asked @cookedsalad to tell me to write something and here we are

the anatomy was based on the HCs that @vorish-egos posted 

Summary: Reader has had a bad day and seeks out their favourite little Demon dude... only to find something else begin to bug them

Warnings: Soft Safe Vore. 

Word Count: 1093

Dark always treated you with care. He knew you were vulnerable and did his best to keep you safe. From both the outside world and your mind. The latter wasn’t really easy to keep you away from, he hadn’t figured out how to do it for himself, so how was he to keep you safe as well. Dark, however was very good at one thing, being there with you. 

When you came into the room, tears in your eyes, he had a handkerchief ready. Sitting you down on the couch and following suit. Letting you lean on him and cry while he sipped at his wine. 

“Did anyone hurt you?” He asked, trying to be nonchalant. 

“No, No” was the only reply you could muster. He turned to you. 

“Don’t lie to me” You could hear his ambient ringing grow a little louder

“I’m not… look… I just don't want to talk about it” You mumbled “i’ll feel better just being around you.”

Silence fell over the two of you. The handkerchief thoroughly saturated in tears. You had calmed down and the headache was setting in. That combined with Darks now piercing ringing was driving you insane, but you really didn’t want to leave his side. Giving your face a wipe with your sleeve, you shifted your head from his shoulder to his lap. You lay on your back with one ear pressed to his belly, the other plugged with your finger. 

Dark smiled just a little, and made a point of being a little louder when continuing his drink. Hoping the sounds of the swallows would translate through his whole body. He watched you, your eyes shut tight and the slightest bit of tension on your face, which only made him more distressed, and yet again louder. He removed your hand from your ear. 

“Are you in pain?” He asked gently. You flinched in response, a couple tears still pricking.

“Yeah, I’m fine, it’s just this headache is killing me” You replied.

“Why are you covering your ears?” 

“I…” You were trapped. Either way you answered, the ringing would still get louder. “Dark, I am so thankful that you are here, and I don’t want you to leave but your ambiance is so shrill right now it hurts.”

The most bizarre thing happened, just for a split second, it stopped. All was silent. Then it picked up again. Quieter but still as shrill. 

“I’m sorry” was all he could muster.

You squished the side of your face further into his stomach, listening to some of that already drunken wine passing through one of his stomachs. 

“It’s okay Dark, don’t worry” you mumbled into him “You were just worried about me”

“Can I make it up to you?” He asked, placing a hand on your hair. You looked up at him and nodded with a smile.

He placed his wine down on the table. Placing how now free hand on your forehead. 

Dizziness overcame you for a moment before you slowly watched his hand practically engulf you. You now lay on his leg. Only 7 inches tall. You felt his hand reach under you and gravity shifted as you were brought upwards. You sat up as his hand finally let you see again. You were face to face with him, there in his palm. 

You began to take off your shoes, and as you did so he gave you a quick lick to get rid of some of the tears still on your face. Slowly you stood up, walked up to the edge and leaned against the bridge of his nose. 

“Thank you.” You said, your breath hitching a bit as the gaping maw in front of you. Pearly white teeth greeted you. He leaned forward to gently scoop you up with the help of his hand and tongue. He couldn't help but let out a happy noise at your taste.

You giggled softly at this, and he responded by squishing you to the roof of his mouth. He had regained his composure. Despite your cramped position, you managed to wiggle your hands to up above your head, squishing them into the throat before you. He let out a happy hum before flicking his head back, swallowing. You were pushed into his throat. The sound echoing all around you as you were tightly squeezed from all sides. 

Another swallow followed, bringing the rest of you into the confines of his throat. Outside, he had a hand against you as you slid down past his collar bone. Inside, the ringing was drowned out by his heartbeat, and once you cleared his airway, his steady breaths as well. 

You felt the tension in your forehead fade away as you traveled further down the tube of flesh. 

Soon you landed into his first stomach, a squelch accompanying you. It squeezed you in greeting. You smiled lightly and shoved back at it. Already enjoying the new quiet hum you heard from within. No longer piercing, it was almost melodic deeper and quieter. 

“Sorry buddy, not today” You say softly, still patting the flesh of Darks first belly. 

“Oh, too bad,” Dark cooed all around you “I was hoping you’d get distracted and I could at least get a little something~” You laughed and nudged him again. 

Although you filled out the organ nicely enough as is, you leaned towards the next entrance. He sighed softly and you felt the chamber squish you down. There you landed, in a small pool of wine slowly draining out. You stretched, squishing against the walls of the slightly smaller space. Below you, you could hear the more deadly of the three, which your liquid roommate was slowly draining into. The gurgles and groans from the organ were soothing, because despite how close you were to something deadly, you knew Dark would never even dream of hurting you. 

“Thank you, this feels a lot better,” You said, nuzzling into the wall of monochromatic cavern. Your body had finally relaxed. Your head was no longer throbbing. The noises of Darks body surrounded you to create a beautiful, albeit odd, chorus combined with the ringing that was once painful. You felt an added pressure from one of the walls. Dark rubbed at you lightly, It felt almost muted with the wall of muscle in between you and his hand. You shut your eyes, as he began to hum to you. The last part of the song was complete. You feel asleep completely surrounded by him and the tune. Safe, secure, and happy.  

[dying-acc-idk-man]

I-- I leave an ask about mushroom mother and his means of facial expression via marker vs makeup and I come back to???? VORE??????

Also, morbid curiosity!! Seeing what happened when he was beheaded by Scar in that comic, theoretically, if someone picked his head up and stuck their hand inside the neck hole, what would it feel like? Could they theoretically take a doll customizer approach and use pliers to rip bits and bobbles of the shroom out of his head like hair plugs?? Wait-- could they give him inset eyes like a doll?? I apologize if these are all strange thoughts and questions, but these are just the thoughts and questions I have while eating outmeal and having the fungus consume my pigeon brain •🕊

how badly did you think i try not making a vore lore with this

Also its not advice-able to take that mushroom out of his head for.... reasons ill draw when i get on computer. Theres a lot of mycellium in his body though, think of it as like a vein system, no bones in there, same hollow. How is that possible? well why are you asking that when grian was turned into this shroom creature

and you can... sadly something will take those silly parts you put though

[spookyscarycreepydollgirl]

Okay so vore scenario:

The pred is part of a group of completely untrustworthy monster-like villains and their SO is human and gets caught up in a portal spell that takes them to the shared headquarters of this group, maybe the pred forgot something and their SO was trying to catch up to them.

Maybe the other villains are preds too, but personally I prefer if they all have their own vices and the pred is the main person who actually eats people. But anyway, the SO gets noticed by one of the other villains first and there all like “Intruder! Spy! Better interrogate them!” and the pred walks in on this trying not to looked panicked and says

“Whoa there bud, let’s not break out the pliers prematurely, just looks like an ordinary mortal to me, in fact let me have it won’t you? I’m sooo hungry.” Feigns swooning from hunger and generally acts whiny cause they know the other villain finds their theatrics annoying.

“Ugh fine you can have them then, but don’t take too long getting them down! The meetings soon! And I better not hear any whining about being hungry during it either since I’m letting you have em.” Drops the human unceremoniously into the preds outstretched arms.

“Oh don’t worry I don’t intend to waste any time getting this delicious human situated in my belly right?” The pred leers at the prey their stomach growling pointedly.

“Oh no, don’t eat me.” The prey says in the driest most deadpan tone ever. The other villain looks at them suspiciously. “Are you sure that’s an ordinary human? I don’t think I’ve heard anyone respond to your taunts like that before?”

The pred laughs nervously “Oh no they’re absolutely terrified aren’t you dear?”The prey turns to the other villain looks them dead in the eye and says “This person is literally my roomat-Mph” The pred gulps their prey down in a rush, exhaling broadly once their prey reaches their belly, “Phew, urrp, hehe pardon.” The pred titters looking nervously at the other villain whose looking at them with furrowed brows. “The hell is a roomate?”  

“I have no idea.” The pred lies “Must be a human thing”

The other villain gives a thoughtful nod “Hmm guess it must mean “executioner” or something since you ate them and all.”

“Yes! Let’s go with that!” The pred says.

The other villain scratches the side of their head thinking their acting weird but not really knowing how to place it “Well guess I’ll see you at the meeting.”

“Yes totally! Looking forward to it even!” The pred says animatedly

Once the other guy leaves the preds shoulders sag and they hold a hand to their stomach worriedly. “That was way too close.” They mutter to themselves.

[obeymebutcursed]

Be careful! I fear Solomon will sneak into your bedroom with pliers while you're asleep if you say you don't want teeth ('□')💦 though at the same time it sounds funny

-Solomon diapers and dentures/Satan's fursuit/Diavolo's dicks/ Asmo anal vore and cum zits/Beel vore anon

I need my wisdom teeth yoinked so that actually may work in my favor.

Glad you're somewhat concerned for my well-being.

Well

Occasionally.

[onlyplatonicirl]

so, spider error, huh

Oh yes, amazing content!!!!!!!! 

I’ll take this opportunity to ramble about him, for he is my son and @pretty-boy-grayson‘s son.

- Spider Error’s vision is crystal clear, but he has a very difficult time controlling which way his eyeballs move so overall his use of sight to navigate is really shitty. 

- Will bark when upset.

- Has two rows of needle teeth. Teeth are black, not yellow. @velvet-cosplays thought that it would be cool if all you could see in the darkness were eyes and teeth, but even when the teeth are black you can still see them in the darkness! Because red vapor is trailing out of his mouth all the time, the teeth are a black silhouette against the vapor, making it even creepier!! :D

- Cries a lot. Cry baby.

- A hungy boy. Wants foob. nom nom nom give him the food.

- I’m not sure how many people picked up on this since I didn’t outright say it but he ate Undyne. If you say it’s vore I will actually hunt you down and pull your toes off with pliers.

[shsl-crocker]

morning vore feat finally honorin the dead homies

Hyun awoke earlier than normal, almost like something tipped her off there was a bad feeling in the air, probably because there was. After reading the messages on the E-Handbook, she set it down and promptly slammed her head against the closest wall, gritting her teeth. She pulled her arm back and banged on it one more time for good measure, before.turning and sliding down the wall. She observed the floor in front of her - a mess of wires and pliers engraved with “HPA SHOP” on the side. She turned her head to the box in the room, one she had snatched from the school store. She was alone, and it wasn’t breakfast time yet. She could finish. She pulled the assorted items out of the box and grabbed the shirt, scarf, planchette, and some scissors that had been haphazardly tossed across the room. She had work to do.

By the time the breakfast announcement came on, she was finished. She surveyed the number of items in front of her before making a decision. She was going to honor them a way she could in this hell hotel. She got dressed, additions being made to her outfit. She tied up one of her buns with Akira’s choker, it holding surprisingly well. She wrapped a strip cut from Artemis’s shirt around her bicep and a cut scarf from Katsumi was tied around her opposite elbow. Kyoji’s jacket was circling her waist, knotted in the front. One of Noriko’s earrings was in her right ear, and Takehiko’s Ouija board planchette had been fashioned into an earring with some wire from the school store. Addy’s goggles were on her head. She took a breath and grabbed her E-Handbook, making her way to the dining room. @shslcartographxr @gameshowfever @headofreservecoursecouncil @cryptographer @linguxst @ultimateglassblower @shsl-thespian @un-luckster

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Do you have any vore headcannons for the iplier or septic egos?

Snsjnsjsjsjs YES I FINALLY GET TO TALK ABOUT THIS. idk much about the septic egos cause i don’t watch sean but if you ask again nicely I can look into his stuff. in the mean time here’s just an info dump on all my thoughts on some iplier egos

Wilford Warfstache:

Glut and a bitch I love him

He’s also a cuddly motherfucker

One track mind. Once he’s set on prey it’s all he can think about. (Think like the margarita)

Shamelessly loud belly

He pokes at it a lot

Probably would give prey he cares about a kiss on the forehead but that’s a bit weird with the moustache.

Squish prey to the roof of his mouth in a way to give them a hug

Also we would make great squirmy cuddly prey and tastes like cotton candy and aaaaaaa

Darkiplier:

A gentleman of course.

Pairs prey with wine.

Prefers to not overindulge. Likes to keep one to two peeps in their rather than a few. But those two tend to be on the bigger end so as to stop him from getting hangry.

Ringing is a lot more mellow and pleasing to the ears from within.

SLIGHTLY STRAINED BUTTONS.

Again, tries to be a gentleman but unfortunately when he has unwilling prey he tries and fails to hold in a burps

Really enjoys toying w his prey. Drinking from a glass with them still in it.

The Host:

I just,,,, Idk something about him freaks me out a little

BUT

HE CAN LITERALLY DESCRIBE HIS TUMMY TO BE WHATEVER YOU NEED IT TO BE. SO COMFY!!!!

Ya boi likes to toss prey around in his mouth a bit

Partically to get a good sense of how they look since, you know, his EYES ARE FUCKING GONE.

W a r m

Softy softy softy

He’d literally write into the story some horror based stuff for another character it’s just. “And then the hosts prey was very warm and happy and safe” like a fucking dork

Yancy:

L O V E BITES

This motherfucker is a cat

Sucker for belly rubs

I mean this dude is pampered in prison so yeah

HE SINGS TO PREY IN HIS TUM 🥺

Gently strokes his belly when prey he cares about is in there.

Googleiplier:

Idk I don’t vibe w him too much

BUT

Good villain pred

Or like protective

Stomach is obviously safe at all times because he’s a fucking Android

He’s objective based so he’s not exactly gentle with getting people down there but the end goal is to protect

Blue insides totally not because I think of DBH

Idk he can play soundscape stuff for his prey so that they feel more comfy. Actually probably really good for prey with sensory issues.

Illinois:

Egotistical hero pred

Very much about saving the damsels in destress prey.

Tbh that’s the only way to guarantee that you won’t get killed on an adventure tbh

Tbh the amont of talking he does would probably be soothing.

Every time his belly would get a little too loud with prey inside its “oh sorry, I’m just keeping _____ there until we find safety”

One hand on belly at all times

Eric:

HE IS BABY

Give thIS POOR MAN A HUG

He’d be super embarrassed about it all

Likes hugging prey like a teady bear.

Very warm for some reason

Would check in every five mins.

HeeHoo:

It’s hard to see him outside the context of fatal but...

A friendly game of cat and mouse 

It’s not like takis give him the thrill of the chase

chasing willing prey around would honestly probably calm him down a little

VERY PROTECTIVE

Its the wild, he is big, prey is little, he must protect

Loves just vibing with a full tum, sedated and happy. 

not super gentle but tries to be :/