#septicnoms/

[voreplier]

Also, this is a genuine question. If anyone wished to revive the blog would you be down or you'd rather give full responsability to someone else ?

I will give to these questions one answer, which is a No. I wouldn't.

I decided from that moment to keep it as an archive. I don't have the heart to delete all those stories the others created in there. As mentioned in the last update post in VE (Vorish-Egos), managing this blog and meeting people of this peculiar niche was such an astounding experience. It will be something that I will never forget.

And with having such sentimental feelings towards it, I don't think I could ever give its ownership to someone else.

But just because VE became the archives, that shouldn't stop you from thinking about the egos in such scenarios. Find other artists who make ego noms or create your own blog dedicated to them. There is literally nothing stopping you from doing that.

Another thing I mentioned last time was the potential of making a completely new blog, with the egos and/or Obey Me characters.

Now please read those next sentences slowly. Do not get hyped. I repeat. Do not get your hopes up. Future is often unpredictable, and everything might drastically change at the end.

If the near future goes as smoothly as it is at the moment, I will make that new blog. It will be bigger than VE (with potentially multiple fandoms beside OM! , ipliers and septics). So even more vore and non-vore gt content, for everyone to enjoy. Once and if I create that said blog, I will reblog a bunch of stuff from archives to it.

We will see what the future brings.

[vorish-egos]

I like to imagine that Anti can get protective/possessive of his tinies if another ego is threatening to eat them. Like, say Dark or someone is looking for a snack, unaware that the tiny they picked out is already Anti's tiny. Anti jumps in, scares them away, and gulps down his prey before vanishing. He rubs his belly and purrs about how his prey is his and his alone, almost sweet but still a little scary at the same time.

This hc / idea would perfectly match to Anti’s personality.

In my opinion, it is that Anti is not willing to give everything that is his, even a non-material objects. It is a bit horrible to think about, especially when you imagine a borrower who lived under the Septic’s property for a long time and maintained friendly and associated with symbiosis relationship with the egos, only to be caught by Anti and transformed into his puppet.

A puppet who often ends up in glitchy belly.

In the event if someone would try to swallow a small inferior of an Irish demon, surely such a person would be punished by him. He would probably leave on “foodie” a few scratches or, although it is unlikely, he would abuse the person mentally for a certain period of time.

Then he would keep his tiny in a torage stomach for a day or even few,  and in this manner he would show that the little creature is his property only.✩Vorie✩

[voreplier]

I can imagine a snowy night, where Jack peacefully sleeps wrapped around fluffy blankets on the couch. Inside of him is snoring a tiny friend, surrounded by soft, warm muscles of his tummy.

Protected from cold world.

‘Tis the season for cuddly winter noms!

-Tinies taking a dip in a giant’s mug of hot cocoa, using marshmallows as little floaties! Once the giant finishes the cup, the shivering tiny is gulped down to rejoin the warm, sugary bath.

-Preds sitting on a chair by the fire, gently rubbing their belly as they read a good book

-Couples cuddling up in blankets together to share body heat, but it doesn’t seem like it’s working very well... One suggests out of nowhere that their insides are pretty warm!

-Preds in sweaters!!! The most huggable tum in the world

- Prey shyly asking to spend the night in their friend’s belly when the heater breaks during a snowstorm

- Preds wandering through the woods, and coming upon a lost and cold traveler that may die without a warm place to stay. The prey is scared, but they have no choice but to accept, and the two later become friends.

-Normally unwilling prey letting their friend eat them as a present

-Making (and eating) gingerbread houses for tinies... (“Hey, spit out my chimney!”)

- During the holiday feast-

Pred: Don’t let me eat too much, I need to save room!

Prey: For dessert?

Pred: ...sure...*blushes*

[vorish-egos]

I had an idea where Chase can't die, regardless of what kind of trauma his body goes through. He'll just kinda regenerate the injuries super quick (which would kinda explain the lack of a bullet hole in Chase's head at the end of Bro Average). He realizes this when Anti swallows him, but his body isn't affected by the stomach acid, which results in Anti getting indigestion and spitting him out. Some of the other egos try to experiment with his regenerative abilities too (Most likely Marvin :3)

I’m not sure if Chase really shot himself in the head or it was just an ordinary scene of what he had experienced. It is possible that he tried to shoot himself, but simply at the moment of gunshot, the weapon slipped out of his hand.

However, I do not exclude the intervention of higher powers, let alone your headcanon.

With this ability, Chase will certainly spend most of his time in Marvin’s library and Henrik’s a la laboratory.

The wizard would try to comprehend Chase power and create an universal spell that would help in emergencies, for example if it turned out that Jackie would not be able to heal more of his serious wounds.

Schneep, however, would do various experiments on him to check the limit of his self-healing powers. He would shrink and throw him into various creatures mouths, from snake to Robbie. In case when tiny ex-dad would been swallowed by a zombie, Robbie would be morbidly worried about friend. Although he would know and see that none of digestive juices will harm Chase.

While we are still on Robbie at the moment, I would add that whenever something made his stomach upset or needed a good massage in that place, he would swallow Chase, whom would be the size of his finger or even Barbie Doll to calm the organ a little. He would “pack” the very trick master to stomach but only if he senses a threat or negative energy towards green-yellow haired ego.

Anti, even after the uncomfortable effect of foreign regeneration, would still eat him. He would feel pain, twists, nausea, but that would not prevent him from taking pleasure in having a living meal in his tummy.

After some time, his stomach would get used to the fact, that not everything can be digested at once. Quickly returning to the doctor, that also it seems to me that in some situations, he could swallow Chase, without a sense of guilt. Because with the boy inside of him, he will be able to evaluate and observe the experience better.

✩Vorie✩

[vorish-egos]

Hello! I was wondering for headcanons about who you think has the loudest belly sounds! Personally, I think it’s Wilford or Marvin (if you count him as a pred.) also, just wanted to let you know that there’s a wonderful audio clip floating around of a gurgling and goopy stomach on @a-place-for-vore or @voraliciouslair if you wanna hear!

I never thought about it before, but if I could do the list fromquietest to loudest belly for both Ipliers and Septics, it would besomething like this:

Ipliers:

1) Wilford (yeah like you, I do think that he would have one of a noisy tum)

2) Google (since he is a robot, he can „play” or even stimulate his stomachto behave super loudly)

3) Dark (normally he tries to control his stomach, but when he is too hungryhe just let it growl as much as it wants)

4) Mark (once in his monday morning member stream, you could easily hear hisstomach growling, to which he gave a genius comment “Excuseme for noises coming from my body, I don’t know what is this allabout.” 0///0)

5) Dr.Plier  (notIplier, this ego in perticular is a therapist)

Septics:

1) Anti  (hedoesn’t give a damn how loud his stomach can be and obviously useits volume to scare off his preys)

2) Robbie  (sincehe is a zombie, his tummy behaves much more slower and louder than ifhe was alive)

3) Jameson Jackson (justbecause he is mute doesn’t mean his organs are quiet)

4) Chase

5) Marvin

Even if I have never thought about it before, it doesn’tmean that this is not an interesting headcanon to create dear Anon. Iwould say that was fun to think about audible gurgles of hungryegos. uwu

✩Vorie✩

[vorish-egos]

Hmmm..what would Anti's reaction be, if he was trying to have me as a snack, but i succed to eacape? (Unless you want to do an ending where i still end up being eaten, 😉 go ahead)

Anti showed a series of razor-sharp teeth that looked a little like a shark’s one or other bloodthirsty beast’s. They rose slightly and behind them, a dangerous snarl emerged from back of throat. Currently, he was sitting in his kitchen with a scratched by a knife table. It must have been an extraordinary coincidence … If not for earlier annoying situation… 

- As ̶y̧o҉u c̀an şee, ̷I͟ a̵m ͟n̴o͠t v̧er͏y ͜ple͝as̵ed͝ ̴t͘h̛a̕t̷ s͢udden҉l̶y ̶m͝y҉ ҉ pu̕̕p҉͝p̡e̴t̡ ͏d͘ecid̴ed ̴to͢ ̷avo͝id the͠ír d̢es̢t̸i͢n̷y͝ …

Suddenly his stomach roared. Demanding an apology, for such a nasty behavior. The green-haired psychopath only laughed derisively, massaging the place of the noise properly.  

- Õ̅f ̑͒̂̐ͫc͗̔ͬ̔̃̚ǒͤur̍s̽͐ͬ̄̏̄͌e̎̆̚…

Eyelids fell heavily down, but as soon as another sick laugh left the body, they were lifted. Instead of eyes with pale-blue irises, black without bottoms spheres appeared.

- I̢͔͓̫ ̰͕̯ẃ̰̲̠̩ị̵͇ll̺̮̩̹ͅ ͚̞̣̰̺͎̝͞ń̜̜͇o̡͙̳̫̪̦̘̤t̹̺̝̫̻ ̠͞d̝͍̭͎͙̫̕o̪͕̲ ̦̟̟̬̙͟t̺̪̥̦͔h̺̟̖a͕̥̖ṯ͚͚̥̪͕̭ m̨͉i̴̖͚̯̘̭̙s̹̥͕̟̝̥̀ͅta̦̭̝̮k̼̮̝̰̮͓ͅe̜̯͎̙̻͜ ҉̥̥̣͇̱ẹ̥̩͍v̫̖̦͙̭͝e̴͙̱ŗ͚̬͎̮̺ ̩̺̬̳̞ḁ͇͡g̲͇̘ͅa̼̻̙͔̫͘i̢̳n~̪̻̘̯̰̲̥

[vorish-egos]

Do you have anything for a tiny Reader having a nightmare and Chase swallowing them down for a goodnight sleep?

This is a old ask, by now but I hope you are still up there anon and that you will like it! Also don't be afraid to nitpick any mistakes, erros! I am not a native english-speaker, but still I want to make sure, that whatever I have written is understandable for all of you!

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The tall shadows, bigger than the ancient oaks, jumped over your fears merrily. They shaped their facial expressions in a disgusting but natural way. They were built by black mash mixed with smog. No eyes, ears or other elements, still allowed you to watch their grimaces. You were trying to escape the traps they set to you. Phobias, mistakes biting the subconscious from the past, the present, memories worth forgetting. You've been stumbling over them, looking for a way out of that sick funfair. 

You were shouting pleas and lamenting in desperation, waiting for the end. 

But you didn't think that your prayers would reach beyond the limits you knew.

- Hey, little duder... Wake up...! Please... wake up...

A voice so strong, though gentle, vibrated around, immediately scaring these monsters.

Left to the pasture of fate, you hung in an emptiness devoid of darkness, light, bottom, beginning, anything. This space made no sense, despite gaining control over what was around you, you did not want to be here. You had to, you wanted to go back to him. 

You were thrown ashore which was the real world. You were taking in hurry a swigs of air, afraid to return to the surface of the water where nightmares were hiding. Your eyelids expanded too much, however your eyes had nothing before them, except fear.

- Shhhh, shhhh... it's okey...~ I am here... ~ Breath in... and breath out...~

The whisper resounded again, lightly shaking your tiny form. You couldn't resist the calm tone, repeating every said action. Verbal help was not enough for a savior though. You heard the rustling of the duvet, you felt the changes on your pillow. Soon afterwards, the heat spread from the legs, the torso, to the head. Hands intuitively caught the source of pleasant temperature. The fingertips caught the smooth, hard skin. A large, yet soft object pressed you delicately, with a sluggish speed, moving along your spine. Your soul filled with peace and your gaze gained a lost ability. 

The moon's glow slid from between the curtains, illuminating practically the entire room. Melancholic colours were replaced by a beautiful white and blue glow. Framed pictures of the two kids laughing, they almost shone as if the universe knew who they were important to. 

You could still see yellow-green down, pale skin, lush beard worthy of vikings, despite that the giant was turned back to light. Not to mention the grey-blue irises from which paternal love emitted. A subtle, albeit sincere smile welcomed on your face. Chase saved you, again. You squeezed the back of nose with legs and hands, clearly hugging it. The tip of your head leaned perfectly against the gap between his eyebrows. A colossal friend laughed soundlessly, for your lovely, moreover comical position.

You were lying close to each other in blissful silence, only interrupted by the work of your lungs, which, in spite of their different sizes, worked in harmony. You were relaxing, but in an inadequate way to that hour . Mentally you were well, but you missed something. It was a shelter. 

Sure of your idea, you disconnected yourself from a sniffer, crawling towards the lower part of face. The air coming out of his nostrils, slightly warmed your silhouette. Approaching the loosely opened mouth, the temperature coming out of those depths, stirred your thoughts. The nice, soothing heat existed for a small moment, disappeared and made you want it to last longer. You stretched out your hand and stroke cracked lips. You asked for permission to enter your personal safe hiding place. The gesture was also a payment for a calming massage. Brody murmured deeply, at butterfly touch of your hands. He needed a moment since his consciousness began to balance between reality and fantasy. He soon understood what you wanted to achieve. The tips lifted into a friendly grimace, not long enough to have a pink cave in front of you. The very sight of a known mouth caused pure happiness.

The thick tongue lazily slid out from behind the small hole, acting like stairs that led you to a safe oasis. You didn't need any encouragement, you quickly crawled through the crack, thus keeping an eye on fangs. The weight of your body was powerlessly pressing down on a living sponge, microscopic hollows were forming around your hands. The exhaled air covered you with a sultry blanket. 

The behaviour of maw, perfectly described the sleepiness of a blue-eyed man. Occasional jumps of the clapper, a motionless uvula, which the round tip pointed to a pulsating abyss.

The yawning has increasingly left your lips. Just lying down on this plump mattress was a relief. Predator sensed how your muscles were getting rid of their stiffness. The taste organ subtly shifted you to the edge of throat. You leaned slightly over the precipice, so even if it was semi-dark, you could still see small movements of epiglottis. You didn't allow yourself for observations on long run, when with a gentle click, you were locked in complete darkness. 

The purring coming from underneath, has shaken all the tissues in its path, including you. The giant was always happy when his little friend was protected by a guard of pearly blades. 

You were preparing for the process of being greased with saliva, but Chase had other plans, he made you surprised and giggle at the same time. Naturally, the tongue picked you up, but it didn't rub against hard palate. It also made sure you didn't fall into the molars. All you had to do was wait for the big guy to finish his job. 

Patience finally paid off. 

The yellow-haired man slowly rolled over on his back. Gravity was forced to change the laws under his actions, thus you started the journey to the pharynx by yourself. With one decent swallow, Chase took you into his esophagus. A fulfilled exhalation left an empty oral cavity. He moved shoulders sideways, adjusting himself on the bed. He gulped one last time to make sure his companion would get to the right location. He focused his attention on a small ball, lining the surface of gullet, which was your form, going deeper into the state of rest.  He put his hand on a stomach ready to feel you fall into it. Fatigue unfortunately turned out to be stronger than his will.

 The digestive tract transported you in no hurry. Lungs were quietly pumping air, heart was playing a lazy concert for the rest of the organs and the little visitor.  Conscientious oesophagus was rubbing you, removing some of the hidden stress. The rings of the muscles closed around you giving a gesture similar to a human hug. They also opened up, letting you go to the next sections of a very throbbing slide. The whole process was comparable to being closed in a warm cocoon. Your mind, under the influence of calm, kindness, has begun to return to the land of dreams, especially the colorful one. Mentally, you tried to refrain from listening and doing the temptation, although it was impossible to do so. Your eyelids gained weight, and you were tirelessly lifting them up. Your efforts were in vain, though, as you soon joined a giant roommate.

You didn't have to worry about anything. You were completely secure in the arms of another body. Not long before your snoring body was carried to a better bed. The organ built a nest out of its own pink walls that would always protect you from the nasty nightmares.

[voreplier]

JACK IS A GIGGLY PRED THREAD

Just look at those clips! He would be an adorable, sweet, maybe even shy predator. Imagine him trying to do some fearplay, act scary and rough, but no vain, he starts to laugh, since he can’t take it seriously!  Imagine he has swallowed someone for the first and as unexperienced as he is, he just giggles whenever they move around the stomach or pet it.

[voreplier]

Septic Sam the Prey - HC

Before I start I am gonna put small warning, nothing bad happens to this little fella, there will be just mentions of some words, that might be triggering: death, digestion, chewing, crushing, stomping  - Being a mascot of Jack and connected to a channel of his, means that Sam cannot die in natural, paranormal or any way. He is what you could call immortal. So predator cannot chew, digest, crush, stomp, smash etc, him at all, nothing can hurt him. Except feelings, he might be immune to everything you can throw at him, but still he is a sensitive eye. - Normally Sam is 7 inches tall (not counting the tail), but sometimes he can get smaller (max 5 inches) and even slightly bigger. (max 9 inches) The difference which can occur, is based on the state he is currently in. - He is a creature, that doesn't need much, except for water or any liquid (except coffee). He can live in aquarium, but he also can be as much as he wants to, be outside of it. Sitting all the time in substance, can turn him into a chunky piece of meal, so the size I have previously mentioned (a lot of time have to pass this to happen, since he is not a sponge). In other scenario, when he looks for any liquid, but there is none, he becomes just a little dessert. - Don’t give Sam coffee, it will make him go around the house like crazy. Predator, which have a weak stomach, will not feel good around such a hyperactive ball, that bounces all over the place, without a mind in stopping moving. The only thing from it, would be that he would have tasted like freshly made cup of coffee.  - Taste of Sam’s body can change, as it depends on what he “drank”. Generally he tastes like lime jelly bean and green apple ice-cream. If he absorbs for example orange juice, this will add one more flavour to him. Then pred would have three-flavoured prey, for free. (Optionally) His current mood can transform entirely the taste or mix up with others to create an interesting combo. Anger, irritation - some sour candy to kiwi. Sadness - blueberry Happiness, excitement -mango Calm, relaxed - milk Fear, stress - bitter, like pure dark chocolate or grapefruit - His body is incredibly squishy, soft, bit slimy, yet he doesn’t left any goopy marks from it. If someone dare to throw him, he will act like a ball, bouncing from everything. It might make him dizzy, but he will be alright nonetheless. Pred trying to do harm to him with their teeth, will be surprise, experiencing that he is slippering from them. - He can float, fly around, but not that high. He is able to reach the very end of the ceiling, although this would cost him a bit of energy. He might be then an ideal prey to hunt on by nekos and inus. - Whenever he finds himself in darkness, his body starts to illuminate delicately in green colour. Pred has to hide this fact, or it will be easy to find where he is. Not to mention that he also leaves a lovely round, small bulge in the abdomen. - There was a time, in which Anti started to feel predatorish. He stole spell from Marvin and decided to use it on one of egos or some fan, to fulfill his desires. Sam concerned about all of this, since he knew demon is not a softie, put himself against him. When Anti was ready to devour the very prey, Sam stopped him, playing around with his instincts, by nuzzling against glitch’s lips with difficulty. Little eye ran away then, to just keep demon satisfied even more. At the end though, he had to let be eaten alive by green gremlin. - After what have happened, Sam promised himself to keep Anti’s belly happy, without hurting, scaring someone innocent. The demon doesn’t mind at all, but what his intentions were and are, it all depends on you and what you want. - This green eye, wasn’t so fond of being closed in tummies, although being more and more often in demon’s guts, made him change his mind. Egos soon realized it and started to take some benefits from it, Robbie has a comfort buddy, whenever he is scared or stressed. Hen swallows him just to experience what it feels like. Marvin doesn’t need to leave his room for food anymore.

[voreplier]

I am not the best artist, (beside this is my first vore art, ever) but I am quite proud of this piece! I hope you like it too! 

Ps: (click for better quality) - Please don’t claim it as yours or edit it at all! Thank you! -

[vorish-egos]

Sanctuary

Contains: Soft/Safe vore and G/T

2 pages long, 786 words

Written by: ~Zharin~

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His smile illuminated your entire vision. Despite the attempt to bare his teeth in a coy snarl, there was an amused glimmer in his bright blue eyes, and wrinkles well-worn from many a laughter. He brought you closer, lips and ivory walls parting to grant you entry into the pink fleshy cave inside. The tongue poked out like a red carpet, and a warm welcoming breath washed over you as you were slid past the ticklish hairs of his beard and onto the plushy muscle. It welcomed your weight, curling as gravity tilted to slide you all the way in.

 Your head almost hit the back of his throat as his jaws closed, cutting off the light and sealing you inside. Flesh squelched as your form was shifted and sloshed around, coating in saliva for the trip down. Your back pressed against his palate, and you were quite the mouthful that your consumer's efforts were visible from outside, sloshing from one cheek to the other.

 Hums of pleasure were vibrating in your ears, but the not-so-subtle giggles told you what you already knew: he sucked at being an aggressive predator. Gravity finally shifted, and you sank deeper inside, pressing against the soft flesh that marked the entrance of the gullet, and then...

NGULP

 The accompanying sound was more surprising than the muscles that closed in on you and pulled you down. But you were halfway inside his throat when your surroundings jolted with a wheezy laugh of embarrassment. He swallowed again, properly this time, and your little form slid all the way into the embrace of many rings of pulsating muscles; you formed a little lump in his neck as you slid out from below his chin and were dragged down beneath the layers of skin and cartilage. You felt his fingers gingerly press over you before you were gone from sight, vanishing behind his collar bone like a great magic trick: the last trace of your existence was now deep inside of his body.

 For what felt like forever, and yet not long enough, the rings of flesh massaged and shifted and pushed and pulled as you made your way down, before finally slowing to be gingerly shoved into a slightly more spacious area. A pocket of space within the flesh you landed, filling him up quite nicely as the muscles gurgled and made you curl up. You not only heard but also felt him giggle again, no doubt hiding his blushing face behind his hand as he felt you slowly stretch to test the limits of your new home before complying to the demanding walls that rippled and gently compressed like a slimy hug.

 You were completely invisible to the world now. Responsibilities and exhausting demands were no more: you now only served your host, your friend, your protector, with the immense task of resting in the safety of his belly. You didn't even make a dent in his abdomen, your form completely concealed beneath his shirt, behind the layers of skin and muscle that now in turn existed to hide your form from the cruel world.

 The echoes of your breath bounced against tight walls, rippling grooves that truly held no ill will: Despite his effort to have fun and make your trip in worthwhile, even now he was having a hard time restraining his smile let alone giggles as his gut accustomed to your small mass.

 The warmth of his insides were pleasant, rolling in constant waves as you felt his hand rest over you. You were jolted as he let out a quiet burp, going red again while you were simply amused by his flustered kindness, putting your hand where his was. How close you were to the outside world, and yet it seemed so far away now. Yours had faded from the loud and busy streets and voices to only his world, to the soft breathing, the gentle booming of his beating heart, the loving gurgles and squeezes of his cradling organ amongst other working parts.

 You heard him let out a content sigh and felt him sit back, his hand still on your stowed away form. His thumb idly rubbed your sanctuary, and you were then swayed by a gusty yawn. Gravity tilted a little bit more, sloshing you back with a relaxed murmur as he got comfortable in his seat and closed his eyes, folding his arms over his stomach to keep you as his passenger safe inside. His heart and breath were soon slowing, the gentle rise and fall of his diaphragm making you also sleepy as you finally gave in to the warm darkness and nodded off in the warm massaging folds of his protective body.

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[vorish-egos]

Hibernal Rescue

Contains: Soft/Safe vore, angst, and G/T

2 pages long, 818 words

Written by: ~Zharin~

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It was surprising how much you could squirm inside a space as confined as his maw.

He'd been in the middle of a livestream when he saw you huddled by the door. Your small figure was so small and cold, so easy to pick up as he did just that, with warm fingers that enveloped you while he whispered reassurance. He told you he was going to put you somewhere safe to warm up, but the last thing you'd expected was for him to part his lips and slide you in on his welcoming tongue. He had pushed you inside and  closed his jaws, sealing your numb body within his maw.

 It was cramped, hot and moist, certainly a shock for your frozen body. But as soon as feeling was returning to your limbs, your panic had overtaken you, and you now writhed and pleaded in the echoes of the fleshy cavern. Stray limbs noticeably punched the insides of his cheeks, his tongue constantly shifting to try and get you to calm down or at least stop, but to no avail. You finally heard him grunt, having had enough when you'd managed to push his teeth apart enough to almost lose a limb. His tongue rippled and tipped up, sweeping you away from escape as you cried out in fear. Your little heart hammered in your chest, reverberating against the live surroundings, but he simply tilted his head back, exposing his pale throat to the camera that was still running.

GULP.

You wailed and panicked as almost all of you went down at once. Hands grabbed at the slippery rings of muscles, scraping against the base of his tongue, but he simply rested his fingers over the base of his neck and delivered the last swallow. Your squirming form sank down, nothing more than a small shifting bulge sliding beneath the pale skin, sinking down from beneath his jaw and falling down into his depths. His fingers strayed over your retreating figure, and his head leveled, letting out a breath when the epiglottis was clear. You'd vanished, past the clavicle and behind the ribcage.

The descent slowed before you were squeezed and deposited into a small pocket within the flesh. Organs murmured in greeting as the stomach itself compressed, embracing your figure tightly like an old friend. Still, fear made you blindly push out at the rippling muscles, but he simply blushed and placed his hand over you, starting to croon softly. It was going to be okay... He didn't want to hurt you... He wanted to keep you safe, and warm... You were going to be okay.

Your struggles slowly faded, the little pushes from behind his shirt stilling to its normal flat self, if not slightly taut from your filling mass. But he kept gently rubbing you, murmuring to the resident deep inside. He promised he would let you out, but until then he had taken it upon himself to do everything he physically could to protect you until you were stable once more. This situation was understandably frightening, but something about him made you gradually relax. Your muscles slowly resorted to simple shivers, still soaking in the waves of heat as you relaxed and remained curled up in the folds of his cradling belly.

The embracing organ let out a reassuring murmur as you finally allowed it to close in. Though there was hardly any extra room to breathe, somehow you still could despite the hot humid air. The glistening darkness was continually shifting, though now you could almost identify it as a massage, rubbing to help your ice cold mass acclimate to a safer temperature. He may have felt like he'd swallowed dry ice, but he reinforced his dedication with another gentle touch of his hand, fingers gently sinking in to press against you.

With adrenaline fading from your system now, your body had room to beg for rest. You couldn't deny that his belly was so warm and cozy... It felt like you were sinking into the slimy, cushiony muscles. Your tired eyes were left with no choice but to slowly close, and soon your heartbeat matched his, breath aligning before you then slowed and slipped into a doze. The comforting sensations akin to a hammock gingerly lulled you to sleep, the soft sways of his diaphragm and inner workings making for a surprisingly peaceful melody in the privacy of his gut. Out there, you had been so frightened and vulnerable in the world of dangers and uncertainty... But here, you now knew that you were safe.

Although looking back up from his abdomen, he suddenly remembered the stream was still going and turned as red as a tomato. With a flustered apology to his viewers and the promise of returning, he reached for the camera, his other hand still supporting you with a gentle press, and the screen suddenly cut to black.

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[vorish-egos]

Doctor Henrik Vor(ish) Schneeplestein

Contains: Soft/safe vore and G/T

11 pages long, 3,993 words.

Written by: ~Zharin~

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“How come doc called us here?” Chase stopped twirling his hat on his hand and hung his head over the support of his chair to look back at Marvin. The magician simply shrugged, remaining by the door.

“Who knows what he’s up to this time?” He sighed, “But if he doesn’t get back here soon then I’m gonna—” The door suddenly swung open, missing Marvin by a few whiskers, and Henrik von Schneeplestein came bustling in with an armful of notes and clipboards.

“Ah, Chase! You are here,” the German doctor greeted eagerly. “Have you avoided any vittle drinks for four hours?”

“Yep!” The ego sounded quite proud of himself. “I’m a little shaky, and my head hurts, but JJ really helped out. Man that dude’s tea is good.”

“Good, good, zhat I can fix. And Marvin—? Ah, zhere you are, silly. Vhy are you hiding behind ze door?” Marvin grumbled incoherently and stepped out of the shadows. Schneeplestein set his things on the counter and frequented a few cabinets, muttering under his breath before he finally grabbed what he was looking for and returned to the other two egos.

“I need some help vith my latest experiment,” the doctor explained. Chase sat up.

“What kind of experiment?” He tried to flip his hat back onto his head, but it missed completely and almost fell to the floor; it glowed green just above the tiles and floated back into its rightful place.

“Zhere is a medicine zhat I have been verking on,” Henrik began as Chase flashed Marvin a grateful glance, “It is called famotidine, vhich reduces ze amount of stomach acid zhat ze body releases. Theoretically, zhis drug enhanced vith a little tinkering of Ihr guter arzt can create a sort of temporary gastroparesis, vhich means zhat zhe stomach vould be inactive for un moment.”

“Okay… But what do you need us for?” Marvin prompted, “You usually just take medicines yourself and jot down your symptoms.” Henrik grinned.

“Not zhis time. You vill use your magic to shrink Chase down, and zhen he can gauge zhe effects of zhe medicine!” Chase tilted his head.

“How am I gonna do that, doc?” He asked haltingly.

“Simple; I vill be taking ze medicine and zhen svallowing you.” Both egos’ eyes widened.

“Whoa, wai-what!?”

“Schneep, you have a lot of good ideas and experiments… this is not one of them. When’s the last time you’ve slept?”

“It vill be perfectly fine!” The doctor insisted, “I vill be monitoring both of our stats, and if something goes wrong zhen you can just teleport him out!” Marvin opened his mouth, but he couldn’t grasp for any words. Instead, he tossed his head back with an exasperated sigh before looking over at Chase.

“Chase, you can say no if you don’t want to,” the magician reminded. Chase bit his lip.

“I-I know. But…” He stalled for a few seconds, adjusting his cap before looking at Henrik. “Doc, you know yer my best friend, and that I trust you with my life— I mean, you saved my life, so… I-I guess the least I could do is help ya.” He then smiled. “Even if it is a little… Eccentric, I’ll support you.”

“Fantastic, danke mein freund!” Schneeplestein clapped his hands together, beaming. “I’ll take ze medicine now— oh! And you need minor painkiller for ze headache, of course, of course…!” As the doctor fervently hunted for the required meds, Marvin crossed his arms and cast a sidelong glance at Chase.

“Why the hell did you agree to that? It’s an insane and dangerous test that could very well end horrifically.” Chase shrugged and gave the cat-lover a weak grin.

“What can I say? I have no sense of self-preservation.”

“Ah, zhere it is!” The doctor came hurrying back with a small dosage of Tylenol. As Chase accepted the medication and downed it, Henrik unscrewed the bottle of pills he’d collected earlier and swallowed down two of the little capsules.

“And now ve vait for an hour.“ 

And so they waited. Chase passed the time by playing on his phone, seeming completely unconcerned about the experiment he was about to partake in— Marvin, on the other hand, had taken Schneeplestein aside and spoke to him privately.

"Doctor, are you sure about this?” Marvin murmured as Henrik unwrapped a mint and plopped it onto his tongue.“I know you’re trying to push the boundaries, but this goes far beyond logic.”

“Bah! Marvin, you are a magician. Logic does not apply to magic.”

“Yes it does! Schneep, in every field or profession there are laws that you must abide by, rules made to NOT be broken— give me one reason that makes it okay to eat your best friend.”

“Technically it vould be ingesting, eating vould suggest zhat—”

“I’m serious!”

“So am I! Zhis is for science, and he vill be in good hands! I have specifically taken extra measures to ensure ze success. I have restrained myself from eating anything except for breakfast zhis morning, and I last had vater two hours ago. Vould I really risk Chase’s life if I did not think zhat he vould be okay?” Marvin quietly groaned and put his head in his hand.

“If this doesn’t… If-If Chase dies—”

“He von’t,” Henrik vowed, putting his hand over his heart, “Je promesse.” Marvin studied the doctor’s earnest solemn, and then he let out a sigh.

“As soon as the medicine starts wearing off…” He warned.

“You vill be notified.” The magician still looked reluctant, but he finally gave in and agreed to trust him. After they settled into an awkward silence, with only the stifled grunts and mantras of victory or defeat from Chase, it seemed like forever before Henrik’s watch suddenly beeped loudly. The doctor shared a look with the magician.

“It’s time.” Marvin took a deep breath.

“How small do you need him to be?” Henrik bit his lip and gave the thought a few seconds before he brought his hand up in front of his face.

“About… Zhis small?” He made a broad C with his thumb and index finger, using his dominant eye to peer through his fingers and gauge Marvin’s veiled reaction. He could only note a faint flicker of surprise behind the cat mask.

“Three inches? Are you sure you’ll be able to get him down?” He nodded.

“He has to be big enough to notify me from ze inside. It vill be a tight fit, but he’ll be fine." 

"He’ll be heavier than he looks.”

“Yes yes yes, density, packing of ze atoms together, I am vell aware.” Chase suddenly interrupted by clearing his throat.

“You guys ready?” He asked. Marvin regarded him with narrow eyes.

“Are you?" 

"Yeah!” The vlogger grinned from ear to ear. “Let’s do this!” Henrik chuckled, grateful for his optimism.

“Very well.” The magician held up his hands, which began to glow green as his eyes also turned viridescent. “Just hold still,” he advised, “You’ll feel a little dizzy…” But Chase was already starting to feel the effects. His energy plummeted as his eyelids drooped, and he let out a yawn as the world seemed to spin around him. He was losing altitude, and everything around him seemed taller and taller as he shrank down, at the others’ chests, then hips, then past the shins. His brain was dimly aware of the change in perspective, but it was hard to be consciously aware of his new size until everything slowly stopped spinning.

Chase slowly opened his eyes and let out the breath he’d been holding. The chair he had been slouched on moments before was like an empty living room, and the back towered over him like the wall of a third story house.

Nothing, however, could compare to when Chase turned his head and found himself only meeting four gargantuan pillars of cloth. His eyes slowly traveled up, coming across the vast expanses of the doctor’s white professional coat, and Marvin’s flowing cape and casual blue top, before he finally met their intimidating gazes. They were both looking down at him, one with fascinated eager, and the other with quiet apprehension.

“It verked!” Chase flinched under Henrik’s booming exclamation, covering his little ears.

“Not so loud!” Marvin hissed, “He’s much more fragile in this state. There’s a reason I don’t do this often.”

“Yes yes, and ze only time you have vas vhen Anti possessed you.” The doctor dismissed the other’s wary and approached Chase. Chase scooted back a little and craned his neck as he was shrouded in the doctor’s shadow, but to his dizzy relief Henrik made no move to grab him.

“How are you feeling, Brody?” Schneeplestein asked at a tolerable volume as he sank into a crouch; he rested his chin on the edge of the chair as he gave his tiny friend a smile. Chase huffed nervously, suddenly finding himself grinning.

“Uh… I-I’m fine doc! I-I guess.” The paternal ego slowly got up, and with only a second of hesitation he walked closer to Henrik. 

“Zhat is good,” Schneeplestein murmured warmly, “But ve better get started as soon as possible. Are you ready?” Chase swallowed nervously and nodded.

“Yep!” Henrik shifted back and placed his hand down beside the shrunken ego. Chase exhaled and stepped on, using one of the doctor’s cold fingers to haul himself up into his palm. When he’d stopped moving, Schneeplestein brought his hand to his chest and stood up. Chase went bug-eyed as the floor feel even further away from him, and he leaned against the doctor’s chest, hearing his heart boom right in his ears 

“You don’t have to watch if you are really against zhis.” Henrik turned to Marvin, but the magician shook his head.

“You wanted me here to make sure nothing goes wrong,” he pointed out dryly, “So don’t fuck up, or I’m telling Anti about the secret coffee collection you keep pretending to know nothing about.”

“Yes mama,” the doctor joked weakly.

“Oh, Marv!” Chase removed his hat and waved to get their attention. “Can you take this for me?” He called, “I don’t want it to get ruined!”

“Of course.” By simply making a fist, the hat flashed green and shot out of Chase’s hands, floating over to Marvin’s care. Chase let out a relieved sigh as he watched his precious snapback settle within the magician’s pocket, and he finally sat back and looked up at Schneep.

“I’m ready now, doc.” The doctor nodded.

“Alright.” Chase was escalated higher up, and then his bony platform stopped at Henrik’s chin. Chase giggled a little when the scruffy hairs brushed his arm, and he felt the doctor smile.

“Here ve go.” He parted his lips and opened his mouth, blasting Chase with a warm minty breeze. Chase stared on into the dark and humid cavern before him, and then he summoned his courage and carefully stepped forward. He placed his hand on the doctor’s tongue, grimacing when it sank beneath his touch with a slippery noise, and then he set about climbing his way in. When his back bumped against the top row of teeth, the jaw suddenly dropped even wider, making Chase yelp as he slid in faster than anticipated.

Henrik instinctively pushed his tongue up, halting Chase’s slip. He mumbled something that was indiscernible, but Chase pushed against the doctor’s palate and glanced over his shoulder.

“I’m fine!” He called. He felt the slimy muscle under his elbows and chest relax as he wriggled his hips over the rows of teeth, struggling to fit the rest of his body in; he got pretty close before it was hard to fidget any deeper in, and he could just barely feel the tip of one of his shoes against Schneeplestein’s hand.

Hoping he’d get the memo, Chase tapped his foot to signal for assistance. His surroundings shifted again, and the vlogger braced himself as the tongue momentarily extended to lap up his poking legs. He was pulled all the way in past the ivory walls, and then darkness shrouded him as the doctor closed his mouth.

Henrik was a little surprised by how full his mouth was, but it didn’t stop his determination to finish the experiment. His jaw muscles lightly worked as he shifted Chase around, rubbing his curled up form with his tongue and getting as much of the tiny dad covered in saliva. The mint he’d taken earlier had done its job well, not only making the experience for Chase a little more bearable, but also stimulating the saliva glands to make the trip down easier. Additionally, the shrunken ego’s faint taste was rather… Interesting. Beneath the scratchy cloth was a strange combination of sweet and salty, combined with the familiar flavour of that Japanese whiskey the vlogger guiltily loved. He made a mental note to jot that down with the rest of his entries.

When he was ready, he made a little grunting noise to warn Chase before he held his head up. Chase slid the few extra millimeters that he could before his head pressed against the back of the good doctor’s throat, and Henrik braced himself before swallowing. He immediately choked and swallowed again, a hard gulp lodging his subject only shoulders deep. A throat lozenge would have been a good item to invest in. Numbing the throat would have probably made it a little easier. Nevertheless, Schneeplestein was determined, and so he swallowed again, summoning his strength to push Chase deeper in. He felt a flutter of movement as his esophagus started to pull the vlogger even deeper, drawing in his chest and adding more pressure to the doctor’s throat. Henrik bit back another gag and replaced it with a stream of firm swallows, repeatedly telling himself to not throw up, no matter what—

When an arm suddenly bent awkwardly and jammed against his neck, Schneep choked and brought his hand to his throat. A quick analysis of the lump under his fingers told him that Chase had been twisted into an awkward position, one leg still stretched out on his tongue while the other was out against his cheek. Chase was squirming, trying to help move things along, but it only made Henrik’s mouth water even more as he tried to deal with the new obstruction.

“Chase…” He managed to croak. “L-legs…!” He felt the vlogger’s legs retract deeper into his mouth and fold against the hips, which were just outside of the doctor’s gullet. Henrik carefully rubbed his neck, trying to smooth out the painful bump near his jugular, before he finally felt the arm straighten out. With a quick swallow, he felt Chase slide a little behind his fingers, and Schneeplestein shivered a little at the surreal feeling. He gathered a little saliva and steadied himself, and then he roughly threw his head back and swallowed as hard as he could.

It was a shocking sensation to feel his trachea suddenly restricted even further as the rest of Chase was shoved down into his throat. He didn’t have the breath to choke as his esophagus stubbornly squeezed the heavy mass down, past the doctor’s fingers and down to his clavicle. Henrik took a ragged gasp of air as soon as his epiglottis was clear, and he waited with a pale and sweaty demeanor as he felt the descent carry on past his clavicle. Chase had stopped squirming now, staying still in a prime position as the esophagus continued to pulse and pull him down into the doctor’s depths.

Marvin was regarding Henrik’s gradually paling expression, which only grew more severe the further down Chase went. When the pressure remained behind his ribcage, Henrik could only put his hand on his diaphragm and weakly swallow, giving his subject the last push he needed. He shuddered as his best friend’s weight gradually adjusted, shifting from tightly strung in his chest to gathering in his abdomen. When the last of Brody was finally deposited into his stomach, Henrik gasped and almost staggered. Marvin was immediately at his side, gripping his shoulder to support the faint doctor.

“Did it work?” The magician asked. Schneeplestein breathed heavily, sinking into a crouch as he gripped his stomach. It felt heavy, but not in the overstuffed kind of way. Maybe it would have even felt kind of nice… If he didn’t know that his best friend was what filled him.

“Chase?” He waited for an answer. His heart was beating faster with each second that passed, and he was about to try again when he suddenly felt Chase move. He drew in a sharp and shuddery gasp as his stomach wall was gently pushed outward, a feathery touch against the layer of flesh between him and his hand. “Oh, Chase! Mein gott! Are you okay in zhere? Oh scheisse, ze timer!” Henrik shakily pulled away from Marvin and rose on wobbly legs. He staggered to his computer and leaned on the desk, his hand still resting over his midriff as the other frantically fumbled with the mouse. Once he had the clock ticking, he let out a sigh and put his head down against the cool surface and focused on just breathing. He could feel his own diaphragm as it heaved in and out, but feeling Chase shift around in addition was a factor that he had not anticipated. He thought it’d be much easier than this— but Schneeplestein hadn’t stopped to think how strange his body would find the experiment.

“… Doctor?” Marvin lay a hand on Henrik’s shoulder-blades. The doctor closed his eyes and swallowed, his raw throat recalling just how painful it’d been to get his friend down.

“He made it,” he answered hoarsely. The tension in Marvin’s shoulders visibly faded, and he let out a relieved sigh.

“Good… That took longer than I expected.” As he rubbed Schneeplestein’s back in an effort to calm him down, he brought his other arm to hook under the doctor’s and drag him up a little. “Come on, take a seat, you’ll feel better.” Henrik was almost completely limp by the time he slid into his chair. He hunched over with closed eyes, still breathing heavily from the ordeal he’d so enthusiastically pressed for.

“St-stethoscope…” The magician’s sharp eyes picked out the instrument from across the office, and with a swish of his hand the item whisked into his fingers’ grasp. He handed the tool to Schneeplestein, who’s own hands trembled as he fumbled to put the ear pieces in before he searched for the right spot on his abdomen with the other end.

“… And it’s kinda tight in here, but it’s really warm! Oh, and it was a little rough at first, but then once I got all the way down it was kind of like a water slide! … A tight, weird, grossly pulsating and dark water slide.” Henrik practically melted with relief.

“Chase! I can hear you now.”

“Oh, that’s great! I made it!” The doctor let out a breathless laugh.

“Yes, I can tell. How are you, nothing vas dislocated vas it?”

“No, I’m fine, are you? Yer breathing sounds a little hard.”

“I am fine as vell.” As his lungs gradually slowed down, Henrik found himself tracing Chase’s little figure with his thumb. It was a bit shocking to feel the shrunken ego the size of his fist, if not smaller. Was there a scientific way to recreate Marvin’s magic? Perhaps next time he could go for smaller, now that he knew the limits of his body. Perhaps he could enlist Robbie next time— would the zombie’s sluggish metabolism make for an even longer period of safe containment? Perhaps—

“May I, doctor?” Schneeplestein jolted out of his scientific brainstorming and nodded at Marvin.

“Ah, of-of course.” He handed the stethoscope back over. Marvin placed the ears in and lightly placed his hand where Henrik’s was, and it glowed faintly as he honed in on their friend’s location. The magician paused for a moment, and then he suddenly turned red as his countenance twisted into a confused smile.

“He’s-he’s talking about setting up a tea nook and using a hammock,” he snickered.

“Vhat!? No— Chase, zhis is not an air bnb!” Marvin laughed.

“He’s trying to barter for some tea now.” Henrik huffed.

“No, if I svallow anything else zhen zhat vill trigger my stomach, plus if I did drink tea zhen not only vould zhat be gross for him, it vould also ve very hot for his size and probably burn him—” The relief in tension was interrupted by the door flying open, and Jackie skid into the office.

“Doc, doc! I need yer—” The superhero stopped and blinked puzzledly at the scene before him. Marvin cleared his throat and stood, returning back to his stoic self.

“Yes, I do see what you mean, doctor.” He handed back the stethoscope. “But I don’t care how bad too much salt is for my heart, if I want to put soy sauce on my rice then I’ll add my damn soy sauce!” He snapped. Catching on, Henrik held his hands up in a placate gesture.

“Fine, don’t trust ze doctor zhat knows you are eating yourself to your grave!” Marvin rolled his eyes with another dramatic huff, and then he turned to Jackie.

“What’s the problem now?” Jackie blinked and shook his head.

“Uh, Rob-Robbie ran off with JJ’s hat, and, uh, he won’t give it back.”

“Oh.” Henrik folded his doctor coat more tightly around his middle, tensing to get up. “Vell, I’m sure he von’t destroy it, but perhaps—”

“Nope, yer busy.” Marvin pushed Schneeplestein right back into his chair. “You were just tellin’ me about all those files you have to pour through, remember?” The magician prompted. “Plus all of those hypotheses, and your… Latest patient…” Henrik faltered.

“But- but Robbie—”

“Will probably gladly trade me the hat back in exchange for something else.”

“Ah…” Henrik sighed and pointed to a drawer in the back. “He’d probably prefer von of ze flower crowns to a derby.” Jackie wasted no time bolting over and rummaging through the drawer.

“Got one!” He held up a lilac wreath as he dashed back to the door. “Come on Marv, let’s go!” Marvin yelped as the energetic superhuman grabbed his arm and hauled him out of the office.

“I’ll be back in a little bit doctor, just sit tight!” He managed to call out before magicking the doors shut behind them.

“Okay…” Schneeplestein sat back in his seat and scanned the empty room. He suddenly felt conscious about being the only visible person in the room, yet another lay in his own core… And he was keeping awfully still.

 He quickly placed the stethoscope back. “Chase?” Instead of a quippy reply or a bad punny joke, to his surprise, what answered him instead was a snore. Bewildered, Henrik peeked behind his jacket and placed his hand over his stomach. He could feel Chase curled up on his side, snuggled into his inactive organ as the snoring continued peacefully. Henrik let out a soft chuckle, running his thumb lightly over the vlogger’s flank.

“Guess zhat spell took more out of you zhan I thought.” He stifled a yawn of his own and looked up at the computer. “… Ve have plenty of time,” he decided quietly. He set the stethoscope beside his keyboard and took off his jacket. He kept his movements slow as he pulled his arm out of the sleeve, and then he rotated the clean white coat until it lay over him like a blanket. The doctor slumped back in his chair, keeping mindful about compressing his stomach as he closed his eyes and sighed. When he felt Chase shift a little, he smiled and let his hand rest over his faint figure.

“I can write my notes down later,” he mumbled to himself before soon slipping into a very much needed nap.

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[vorish-egos]

In terms of a more hostile Anti, how far would you go making him harsh on his prey?

I wouldn’t say to the point of ripping them apart (hard pass on hard vore :)), but he’d definitely say or do whatever he knows will make em wriggle and beg. He’d toy with their minds and play all sorts of games, make a sport out of it if you will. It could be anything, like hide and seek/cat and mouse, maybe even mix them in with real food but not chew at all, or prepare them like a real meal but without any gore or dark violence, that sort of thing. Idk, just really in whatever twisted way he can come up with, where he lets the prey think they’re escaping or have a chance to be spared-- only to find themself sliding down his gullet and into his greedy prison~

But the fun definitely wouldn’t stop there. He’d indubitably slosh them around, lay on top of his full belly... He’d prolong it as long as he can, maybe regurgitating them multiple times to drag out the torture, falling asleep on them, keeping them in a cage like a pet, lots of roughplay before eventually getting bored and just letting his meal’s squirms gradually weaken before going limp. Just any way possible to say, “I’m the one in control, and you exist solely to entertain me. Now be a good meal and keep squirming~”

~Zharin~

[vorish-egos]

What would each septic's stomachs look like?

Hmm, I haven’t quite thought about that, or maybe we’ll see:

Right off the bat, I’d say:

 Anti’s innards are green (and he eats like a goat)

Robbie’s stomach would be purple, and not as rotting as you’d think

And JJ, Henrik, Marvin and Chase would have regular red organs. 

However, I’d also say with all that drinking Chase has been doing then there’d be some subtle signs of the poisonous effects of liquor over the stomach walls, although I don’t usually point that out in vorefics. Henrik’s would probably be a tad darker too with all that coffee he’s chugging like he’s on death row or something; Marvin’s stomach might be a bit smaller as well, since he often forgets to eat. JJ’s probably the only one who takes care of his body’s health and personal wellness.

What a gentleman~

~Zharin~

[vorish-egos]

Any good concepts for a pred anti?

I’d say it depends on what kind of Anti we’re talking about, be it soft or full-on bad boy.

With soft Anti, I personally think of his gentleness being a rare thing to shine through, making it a crucial factor to treasure in vorefics. When he does choose a prey to ingest, be it his own “brothers” or perhaps an OC, a pet, or etc, then it’s a very special bond established since he’s always depicted as dauntingly terrifying– not to mention he’s portrayed easily as “slightly” maniacal. He’d want to keep them all safe and snug and to himself, most likely scaring off any other potential preds and keeping them safe and sound in his belly.

With “hard” Anti, it’s all about making his meal squirm. He wants to taste that adrenaline coursing through the prey, lavish that internal massage as he teases and toys, eventually settlling down maybe for a nice nap and letting his unforgiving body handle the rest. Fear factor is a huge contributor here, and I absolutely love experimenting with both ends of Anti’s vore spectrum.

Either way though, for me I see Anti as an apex predator. He does all the eating, never being preyed upon himself. He’s not just about nomming, but rather all about having fun with the process; playing with the prey whether they’re willing or not, and if it’s prey that he cares about then you can be damn sure he’ll be not only dominant over them but also incredibly possessive. He’s a very fun pred to play around with, and you just might get to see him someday soon :)

I am curious to see what other peoples’ vore headcanons are though. This should be fun! ^^

~Zharin~